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marblerose-rue · 6 months
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commission for @imperfectlovesong of his fursona!! :-) this is not my beautiful house!!! this is not my beautiful wife!!!!!!!!
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vizabel · 11 months
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the great of art of family, lies, and debt
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liothebiblioklept · 5 days
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Ever get so bored at a social event you draw dhmis fanart on your phone?
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bullfinch-lover · 6 days
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More stuff about Lily and mister Quinlan.
💖🩸💖🩸💖🩸💖🩸💖
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lahmajun · 1 year
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eddsworld headcanons real
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instantartific · 1 year
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Annnnd this is the (un)official reveal of what I've been so busy with for the past month or so!
Well, not exactly. I had something completely different planned, but had to make something else work instead.
Here's a little preview, and if you like my art, be sure to check out the project to get updates on the anthology!
I'll post the full piece once the anthology's published.
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brightlotusmoon · 11 months
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Snoop Dogg OG Marijuana Strain Information & Reviews | AllBud
This dank bud boasts an insanely high THC level ranging from 22-28% on average and a combination of both indica and sativa effects.
Snoop Dogg OG users describe the high as wave after wave of racing euphoric creativity and happiness that intensifies as the high continues. This uplifting cerebral high slowly ebbs into a balanced focus with mild couch lock and an overwhelming case of the munchies.
Due to these potent effects, Snoop Dogg OG is ideal for treating patients suffering from chronic pain, stress or anxiety, and muscle spasms.
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houseofdoodles · 2 years
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C H A O T I X
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tvrningout-a · 8 months
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do you ever think about who would be shipped together when you start to write connected oc's bc i sure do
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futureghost97 · 10 months
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the fact that I now have a voice recording on my phone of me breaking down crying while trying to sing The Best Day… horrendous
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clamorybus · 1 year
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i do love my dad and he's grown a lot as a person, but i do wish he'd go to therapy for his own sake. it affects him in so many ways that he doesn't even realize
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whateveriwant · 8 days
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SFW Size Difference HCs with Simon
F!Reader, NSFW version
He loves to use your head/shoulders as a resting spot. All the time you’ll be cooking, sorting through the mail, etc. and he’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and place his chin on the top of your head to watch what you’re doing
After you drive his car, you always have to remind yourself to adjust the seat back for him. You can tell when you’ve forgotten because the next day his knee is all bruised after having bashed it against the steering wheel
You’ve discovered kissing him is easiest when you’re elevated somehow (e.g., sitting on the kitchen counter). Otherwise you have to work around tippy toes and neck strains
Of course, you’re no stranger to using step stools/ladders to grab something that’s high up. But now that you’re dating a literal giant of a man, he’s become your personal slave that you make fetch things that are out of your reach
That being said, don’t get on Simon’s bad side because he will use his height to his advantage. You mouth off at him? Have a bit of an attitude with him? Yeah, he’s hiding your favorite snacks on the top of the fridge
Because his hands are so much bigger than yours, you can never interlock your fingers together when holding hands. You just have to settle for palm against palm :(
Don’t even worry about your feet potentially getting tired around him. The moment you start to complain about your sore feet, he’s immediately picking you up and carrying you either bridal style or piggy back (I wanna be his lil backpack)
“His” jumper? Nay nay. Our jumper, because you’re constantly raiding his closet to wear his shirts/sweaters like dresses
His size makes him like a human furnace, so whenever it’s cold, you just need to shiver a little and he’s unzipping his coat to let you nuzzle against him
Every time you go to a restaurant that has high tables, he jokes about getting you a booster seat like a little kid (but he secretly finds it adorable when you kick your feet back and forth when they don’t reach the ground)
99% of the time, he’s the big spoon when you cuddle. And though he would never admit it, that 1% of the time when the roles are reversed are actually his favorite 🥺
Concerts are a blast for you because you get a great view from your perch on his shoulders. As for the people standing behind you, well… Let’s just say it’s a good thing your boyfriend knows how to fight
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princessbellecerise · 4 months
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Size Difference
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──── ✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧ ────
summary | In which Coryo has a size kink
warnings | pure self insert, smut, size kink, short!reader, mentions of tummy bulge, creampie, i need a little wawta after this one
this is an eighteen plus fic. minors do not enter
divider by @princessbellecerise
Coryo loves how short you are
He loves the sheer power that he has over you, being able to bend you and fuck you however he wants
You have little say in what he does to you because he’s just so big that he engulfs your whole body. Not that you mind, of course
He loves how it adds to the power dynamic between the two of you. Because you’re shorter, it makes him look more powerful. More in control
His favorite thing ever is when he has you underneath him, at his mercy while he drives in and out of you
He likes to take you face down, ass up and he always likes to have a hand in your hair
It drives him crazy to hear you moan for him, drives him crazy when you tell him he’s too big
It strokes his ego in a way that he needs it, he needs to hear you say how good he fucks your little cunt
And it’s not enough to take you from behind, either
Sometimes, Coryo likes to have you facing him, on your back so you can see just how good his fucks you
So you can see the way your tummy bulges, the way your cunt strains to take him
He fucking loves it
He loves wrapping a hand around your throat and fucking you stupid, or making you suck on his fingers
Sometimes, he’ll kiss you on your forehead and whisper in your ear how you’re such a good girl for taking all of him
His favorite line is, “That’s it, pretty girl. You can take it. Fuck—your cunt takes me so well.”
And when you squeeze down on him and cum around him, he lets out the most shameless moans, filling you to the brim and then pulling out to watch the way his cum spills out of you
He’s not very romantic, but he does like to cuddle you because it feels like he’s protecting you, in a way
And if another man, god bless his soul, even tries to flirt with you, he immediately backs off once he sees Coryo’s frame towering over you and him
He loved how intimidating it makes him look, and how it makes people think twice before messing with him—and especially you
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bunny584 · 4 months
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OBSESSED: NANAMI
A/N: So sorry this is getting reposted. Tumblr got glitch-y and it went away. Hopefully the second read around is just as enjoyable!!
C/W: Breeding, Mature. 18+
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“You’d make such a beautiful mother.”
Nanami comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. He travels up your torso to cup your tender, swollen mounds spilling over his favorite tank top.
“Ken,” you whine and wince back into him.
You’re so focused on chopping vegetables, you let him grope you. No use fighting it. If you slapped his hands away they’d be back in less than a second. Magnets to your perfect frame.
You’re ovulating.
He knows it like clock work.
You become docile. With puffy, tender breasts. And so emotional. Tears flow at a harsh breeze, much less anything else. Forgetful. Flustered. You hang off of him like perfectly cooked Lamb off a bone.
You’re ovulating. His cock is hard nearly 24 hours a day when you’re supple like this.
“Oh goddamit,” the knife comes down, loud and shrill on the marble island.
Nanami bites back a grin, he knows whatever it is is inconsequential.
“What is it, my love?” His hands trail down to your stomach. Cock beating against his thigh thinking about how pretty it’ll look swollen with his seed.
You dive your face into your hands. Crystal tears flowing from your eyes through the slim spaces of your elegant fingers. Sparkling against the Diamond engagement ring. He pulls you in tighter, unashamed of his erection now digging into your back.
“I-I forgot, I forgot the stupid basil at the store and now dinner is ruined.” More sobs. You melt back into his arms. Absolutely devastated.
“Ahhh, yes. So ruined.” His gentle teasing opens the flood gates.
The Pacific Ocean flows out of you and he’s even more fond. More turned on.
“Ken!” You scold him, turn around and dive into the crook of his neck. All in one fair motion.
“I was trying to be a good fiancé. I wanted to make this perfect. And I can’t even I can’t —“
“Shhh.” Nanami lifts you onto him. You wrap your legs around his waist. Drenching his work shirt in diamond tears.
His back hits the couch, and you’ve calmed to just baby sniffles with his constant rubbing.
“Let me take care of it.” He rasps out. Not even trying to hide his strain. You nod and bring the back of your hand to your puffy eyes.
And this is why he wants to fill you with his cum. Keep you pregnant. Soft, open. Tender hearted. Your kids would be born from the purest love.
It’s a daydream that exists on cinematic repeat in his mind. How he could change the shape of your beautiful body. Round your hips. Swell your feminine torso. Fill your breasts with nourishment for the little one you create together. It makes his cock leak and twitch and lead pipe hard. At work. At the gym. While eating. When you’re like this. Like this. He feels like an animal. Insatiable. You bring out the most primal parts of him. To provide. Protect.
Procreate.
He dreams about you staying at home, nurturing your little family. Coming home to you nourishing the baby with your gorgeous, plump…
God.
He’d drop his pants and push his cock past your pretty lips at the same time. Feed you while you’re feeding the love child he put in you.
Your sugary, soft gasp tethers him to reality. Eyes fixed on his restrained dick, begging for release.
“Kento, you’re so…” your dulcet voice trails off and you palm his length through his pants.
Nanami hisses. Unashamed of the growing stain of his precum seeping through his khaki work slacks. Not the first time.
“Let me make you a mother, baby.” His voice grazes the shell of your ear and you shudder into him.
“Ken.”
So “stern” but you keep petting his dick in the way that drives him insane. “We can’t because I think I—“
“You’re ovulating.” He finishes your thought with a buck of his hips into your hand. Greedy for more touch. More warmth.
Fine, fine. You’ve already compromised with him to stop taking the birth control and track naturally. He won’t push it. Watching how your hormones ebb and flow within your body is a privilege, so he won’t push.
For now.
“Let’s get takeout, baby.”
(PART II)
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