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jarzardart · 3 months
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Mawile
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lilmashae · 6 months
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"eat me." — drabble!
cw: reader has tattoos, pet-names, degradation (slut) , oral (fem! receiving), smut (so 18+)
a/n: im having really bad writers-block 😞 buttttt uhmmmm super cute super short super fun so yea !! 🩷 😋 i dont hv a target audience so im back on my drabble shi...
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he trailed wet-kiss-like bites up your thighs before coming to a halt.
"what's this, baby?"
one of his hands fingers traced the words, 'eat me' labeled on your hip — his other hand played with the waistband of your panties. "eat me..?" he hesitantly read aloud, looking up at you wide eyed. "it's not new." you state, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. "i've never seen this one." he said pouting and you crack a small smile. "yeah? you like it, baby?" you hum with your fingers still massaging his scalp and he nods, burying his head back in-between your thighs, continuing to leave small kisses and licks before reaching your core.
" 'like it..." he murmurs, beginning to make out with your cunt through your panties. you can feel his tongue, it's hot and wet as it toys with your clit through the thin, lacy fabric. "r-really?" both his thumbs press into them and against your sopping hole — you can feel yourself clench around nothing as you let out a gasp. " 'love all my baby's tattoos... s'cute, s'pretty. 'specially the little slutty ones, like this'n here..." his voice is soft and muffled, reverberating against your heat.
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i fuckin hate the word 'panties' 🙎🏽‍♀ guidelines and disclaimers!
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odetokeons · 1 year
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sanremo 2023 women YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS
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(also l'italia non vi merita)
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venomroad · 1 month
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🦊
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pebblezone · 1 year
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The Hellsing Organization Goes To Brazil!!
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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(wait for the season to come back to me tag)
Eddie doesn’t want to tell the kids yet. Steve kind of understands, but he also knows Dustin’s never going to forgive him for holding out like this. He cancels his biweekly lunch with Dustin twice before sitting Eddie down and saying, “We gotta tell him something.”
“Fuck off,” says Eddie.
“He’s twenty-five years old. He can handle it.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
“What the hell are you worried about, then?” Steve snaps. “I can’t keep lying to him, man! It’s not fucking fair! Just because you—”
“Steve,” says Robin. “Come on. Cool your jets, hotshot.”
Steve realizes he’s been kind of yelling, then. He also realizes that he’s standing over Eddie, who’s folded into a defensive crouch, and Eddie’s nails are in serious danger of ripping the couch cushions open. Eddie doesn’t look scared, exactly, but his face has gone inhumanly still and blank. It’d probably be worrying if there was any space in Steve for worry.
The anger’s still roaring full-tilt through Steve, though. He gets like this sometimes for no goddamn reason at all, and he knows it’ll pass in a minute, but right now the urge to break something is so, so strong.
“Fuck,” he snarls, and wheels around, storming into the kitchen.
He runs the tap just so there’s some noise as he tries to get his shit under control. Robin comes in after a little while.
“I’m—going to the gym,” Steve says, still gripping the sink hard.
“Okay,” says Robin. “Be safe.”
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When he comes back, Eddie’s not in the living room.
“I told him he could hang out in my room for a while,” Robin says, before Steve can work himself up into a panic. “I think it would be good for him to have, like…his own private space. Not—I’m not talking about kicking him out, obviously. But maybe we could figure out a partition or something in the living room?”
“Yeah, sounds like a good idea,” says Steve. “God. I’m so sorry. He knows I’m sorry, right?”
Robin flicks him on the forehead. “Yeah, he gets it, dingus. I think he called you an ambulatory fountain of penitence once. Like, a perpetual apology machine.”
“Sure,” says Steve. “Got a lot to apologize for.”
“Nope, we’re not doing that,” says Robin, patting him gingerly on the shoulder. “I’d hug you but you’re all gross and sweaty. Go shower, you’ll feel like a person again.”
He does feel like a person again after a shower, but the Dustin question still hasn’t been figured out. He tries to bring it up again after a few days.
“I wouldn’t even have told you guys I was back if you hadn’t kidnapped me,” says Eddie, picking at his dinner. Vegan stuff is usually okay, weirdly enough, so Steve’s been learning to cook with tofu. He’s not sure if Eddie actually gets anything out of it on a nutritional level; he hasn’t asked.
“Yeah, I know,” says Steve. He’s trying pretty hard not to get mad again. It keeps him up sometimes, thinking about how easily Eddie could’ve wandered into a different bar that night. He hopes that they would’ve crossed paths sometime anyway, being in the same city and all, but maybe not. He just doesn’t know.
“So you get it, right?” says Eddie. “Why I don’t want to put that on the kids. They’ve all, like…processed it and everything. They’ve moved on, just like you did before I came back and fucked up your life again. And you didn’t even really know me.”
It’s not like he’s saying it in a mean way, but it’s deliberate. He’s watching Steve carefully to see how it lands. Steve takes a deep breath; he can do this right, this time.
“Eddie,” he says. “You know I’m glad you’re back, right? You’re not fucking up my life, I’m happy you’re here.”
“You seem a little stressed for a guy who’s supposed to be happy.” Eddie leans back and smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes. “Just seems sometimes like maybe it would’ve been better for you if I’d stayed, like, a story from your past.”
“No,” says Steve. “No. No. Never. It—might’ve been less complicated, maybe. But not better.”
Eddie looks down at his plate, silently fiddling with the golden-brown chunks of fried soy protein, and Steve realizes it might not just be about how the kids will react.
“Hey. You know it’s going to be fine, right? Dustin loves you. He wants you in his life, whatever that means, and you know he’s not gonna do anything to make you uncomfortable. Plus, he lives like one town away and has his own car, so if I keep putting him off like this he’s just gonna show up here one day and then we’ll really be screwed.”
It’s kind of a joke but it’s also really, really true. Eddie laughs, some of the tension finally dropping out of his shoulders, and says: “Okay. You’ve worn me down, Harrington. Alert the brat pack.”
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powpowpunchout · 6 months
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I'm bringing popcorn to the great tiger and piston hondo confrontation I already know the arguments gonna be god tier
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Tiger and Hondo would never stoop so low as to have such petty arguments... I'm sure they'll talk things out just fine...
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39oa · 1 year
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favorite guy doodz
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allmyandroids · 24 days
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I WANT HIM NOW literally CRAVING HIM 💕
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laismoura-art · 3 months
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Every time I see a post complaining about MK1!Hanzo (and Kuairumi by extend), I feel tempted to reply as if I was a preacher, like:
"Hello, do you have a moment to hear the word of our lord, the Short King Hanzo, and join our prayers for Subscorprumi?🙏🏾🙏🏾"
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bitternace · 1 month
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(rock sass voice) they mean the world to me
[ID: a digital drawing of hayner, pence and olette from kingdom hearts. they are in their kh3 clothes, with chunky shadows. the background is light orange. They are shown from the thigh up, walking together. Hayner, on the left, looks at the others with a light smile on his face, he is holding a struggle bat over his shoulder. Pence, in the middle, smiles widely at olette, his left arm held at stomach height. Olette, on the right, lightly elbows Pence, winking with a wide smile. Pence and hayner wear earrings and studs respectively, while olette has a bridge piercing. /End ID.]
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riddledore · 3 months
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this is about saltburn but it could honest to christ be about 99% of netflix and amazon's productions from the past 4 years i keep seeing on my cursed dash. the euphoria effect.
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leafeonb · 3 months
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DUNGEON MESHI BRAZILIAN DUB LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO
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rdostuff · 3 months
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The saddest thing about Trolls 3 is that it is impossible to convey references to boy bands and slang in other languages
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lionydoorin · 11 months
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thinking about little sam singing lullabies every night when she tucks tara in.
thinking about her caressing her hair, pushing strands behind her ear as she always sings the same melody, one christina used to sing to her years ago, back when the love for her daughters was genuine.
thinking about when she started distancing herself, still sneaking into tara's room to give her a kiss on her forehead and sing at least one verse, no matter what trouble she got into that night, no matter the drugs and alcohol and the fights and the people she went out with.
thinking about tara always imagining maybe, just maybe, this was a sign things would get better, that she'd get her sister back.
thinking about how she'd stay awake for hours after sam moved out, tossing and turning in bed as she tries to fall asleep on her own. how tara would whisper the melody, trying to soothe herself, frustrated because it's just not the same, and sam's not here, and sam promised she'd never leave but she left her, she left her alone and is never coming back.
thinking about when sam is back in woodsboro after tara's initial attack, tucking her sister in for the first time in five years, pressing a kiss to her forehead like she used to. she planned to sleep on the couch beside tara's hospital bed, so she could keep an eye on her sister and on the door at the same time.
thinking about tara holding her arm before she gets to the couch. puffy eyes staring at the older carpenter, a firm, shaky grip keeping sam on her spot.
"sam," her voice, raspy from all of her screaming and slightly groggy from the medication, is barely above a whisper as she tries to pull sam close to her once again. "can you sing for me, please?"
sam tears up as she nods, pursing her lips as she approaches her sister. she sits on the bed, tara doing her best to scooch over to give her more space to settle herself. sam leans on one of her elbows as she caresses tara's hair, pushing a few strands behind her ear just like she did back in the day. tara closes her eyes, sleep coming easy to her as she hears sam singing the first few verses.
(sam falls asleep next to her right then, head on tara's shoulder, an arm protectively around her waist.
this was the moment she decided she would never, ever want to be out of tara's life again.)
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derry-rain · 1 year
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