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tikuo2007 · 5 months
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『電車立ち読み』
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joy-drops · 7 months
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Did you see the Dear My Love x Needy Streamer collab yet?? I saw it and thought of you right away, it's perfect! 💖
I DID I DID !!!!
I REALLY WANT THE AME FIT
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also the fact u thought of me for this is so sweet thank you ;-;
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thekims4 · 6 months
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Preppy Style Lookbook #1
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Mia Rings @arethabee
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Burn Book @seoulsoul-sims
My Phone! @ssiat
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Hermes Birkin Bag Scarf Charm @bergdorfverse
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agir1ukn0w · 9 months
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I think that if there was going to be another Barbie movie, Barbie and Ken should both discover their bisexuality, have several beautiful romances with both men and women, before eventually realizing (once they’ve both gotten comfortable being independent of one another) that they miss each other’s company, even just as friends, and then Ken packs up his little ruck sack and heads off to the Real World to see Barbie, not really expecting her to be very enthusiastic to see him, but he’s surprised when he turns up at her door and she throws her arms around him and smiles and laughs because she’s really truly missed him, and then they become good friends and they do all kinds of things together that friends do, slowly realizing that it may be more than friendship after all, but this time their romance is real and genuine and built on mutual want and desire, and long story short (I know, too late) Ken eats Barbie out. the end.
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hlficlibrary · 1 year
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✤ Historical Fics ✤
A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.
- Top 5 H/L Fics -
1️⃣ Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds / @harrybridgers (NR, 88k)
“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.
Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”
1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.
2️⃣ Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis / @domestic-harry (E, 79k)
The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.
3️⃣ And down the long and silent street by whimsicule (M, 86k)
The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.
Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.
4️⃣ A Rose, By Any Other Name by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry (E, 10k)
“I don’t understand, Mr. Tomlinson,” Harry says quietly.
“You don’t have to understand, sweetheart.” Louis reaches over and runs his thumb across Harry’s cheekbone, watching the boy’s breathing pause as he dares not move beneath the touch of this strange, imposing man. “All you need to know is that you work for me now, and that I’m going to keep you safe from all the bad people in this city, you hear?”
Louis Tomlinson is the head of New York City's mafia, and Harry is the beautiful boy from Texas who falls in with the wrong crowd (which turns out to be the right crowd).
5️⃣ Paint The Sky With Stars by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou (M, 62k)
On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.
Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.
By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.
Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.
Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.
HIDDEN GEMS:
💎 After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird (E, 71k)
Harry Styles is the laird of Clan Edwards who is just trying to keep his clan afloat when they get word that the Mackenzies have been cutting a swath through the Midlands and beyond, and their sights are set on the northern Highlands next. In an attempt to garner extra protection for his clan, Harry sets out to mend his father's past wrongs and ally with their neighbors to the west, Clan Sutherland.
Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.
💎 fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry (T, 41k)
Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him.
It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life.
When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died.
Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in.
He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?
💎 You Smiled by @taggiecb (G, 9k)
Just then, the man looks up, and catches Harry's eye. Harry freezes, feeling as though he's the one trapped. The man doesn't smile, just watches Harry watch him, until finally he lifts his eyebrows in question, and Harry somehow manages to release himself from the spell that he feels he's under.
It's 1758 and on the eve of a battle with the French, Captain Harry Styles of the British army has just begun his appointment as a prison warden in Louisbourgh, Nova Scotia. Harry prepares himself and his guards for their prisoners of war, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen- who is now his prisoner.
💎 Under Electric Candlelight by @littleroverlouis (E, 5k)
Well we drank champagne and danced all night Under electric candlelight She picked me up and sat me on her knee And said little boy won't you come home with me?
💎 nobody knows like me by enbyharry / @non-binharry (G, 3k)
Harry does his best to cope with a secret life in the summer of '74.
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whyyouacknsocraycray · 9 months
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Owl: now I know I said to follow your master's orders
Owl: but if the five year old child asks you to help him run away what do we say?
Wolf (halfway out the window with a ruck sack full of food): whatever my lord desires?
Owl: YOU TELL HIM NO!
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stormyjane7 · 7 months
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Hope For Tomorrow Ch 2: The Journey Begins Read on Ao3
Summary: You and Astarion finish your work at the palace and get onto the next part of your quest
Pairing: Astarion x AFAB Reader,
Warnings: Sex. 18+ only readers
Word Count: 1438
Rating: If you are under 18, please do not read.
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Your footsteps echo lightly through the empty halls as you run from the library. In your arms you carry torn pages, your written list, and a few books for your friend Gale. A massive smile is across your face as you reach the bedroom you had been sharing with your lover. Astarion was sleeping peacefully in his few hour trance. You smile to yourself as you gently set your pile down on a table. 
As silently as you can, you start packing up all of the belongings you two have around the room. You would need to light candles soon as the sun was starting to set. You stop your packing to do just that. As you light the final candle, you hear the sheets of the bed rustle and move. Astarion had sat up and was rubbing his eyes from sleep. 
“You seem to be in a chipper mood, love. What’s got you all a buzz?” “It’s done Astarion! I got through the last of my pile. We can leave!” And at the last of your words, he sprang out of bed and was lifting me up. He spins you around before setting you down and placing a kiss on your forehead. 
“It may have taken us a few months, my dear, but hopefully it will be well worth the work we put in.” He starts grabbing his clothes to put on and throwing other things into the ruck sacks. Within what seems like only seconds, you are finished packing and standing outside the palace. The sun thankfully already set at this time. You hug your cloak closer to yourself. 
List in hand you give it a once over. “Where to first Astarion?” He puts his hand to his chin and he reviews the list with you.
“Lets go to the outskirts of Dragonspear Castle first, it would be the closest to us. Hopefully we won’t have to go into the castle itself and can just talk to the townsfolk. After that we can head north toward waterdeep to meet up with Gale.” He gives a sly grimace at the name in jest. 
“Sounds like a great idea. Let's stop by our favorite tavern first to get some food like supplies if they have any.” You grab his hand and start moving toward the center of the part of town you are in. 
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A small farmlet was coming into view. Your heart starts racing as you know dawn is almost approaching. Scanning the area you see a house with a barn near it. You assume the farmers there would be waking up to start their day so you have no qualms as you reach out to knock on the door. 
A small halfling child opened the door and with a half asleep smile asked if you needed anything. 
“Oh sweet child is your mother or father around? I need to ask them something if you don’t mind.” the child nods their head and calls out to their mom.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes ma'am, I apologize for the horrible hour to disturb you and your family. My partner and I are traveling. He unfortunately has a rare sun sickness and needs to stay out of the sun during the day. Is there any possibility that I can pay to have us stay in your barn for the daytime? I would be ever so grateful.” You try to lay on as much sweetness that the woman wouldn’t question how crazy sun sickness sounds. She looks over your shoulder toward Astarion who has his cloak hood pulled up. His pale hands sticking out while holding the cloak close.
“Ah I see! They are so pale the sun must do much damage to their skin. Ten silver and our barn loft is yours for the day miss.” You silently hand the silver over and give a bow of thanks. You motion to Astarion to follow you and head toward the barn. The inside is just like any other barn. Hay everywhere, some farm tools, and seemingly storage of sometype. You see the ladder to the loft area and start to go up it. Astarion follows you and helps to make the loft area as comfortable as possible for your sleep. 
“One more night and we should be in Waterdeep before the next sunrise. It’s such a pity Dragonspear was a waste of time.” He says as he lowers his head.
“Well it didn’t help that Lathander soldier’s still roamed the area to keep that Avernus portal closed and secured. But the dwarves of the area did give us a hint to where the Dragon’s Tear ring might have ended up. Not a total loss, my love.” You say as you put a hand on his cheek. As soon as you lay down, Astarion is immediately straddling your hips looking a bit devilish. 
“Say, darling, fancy a roll in the hay?” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. You laugh at the joke and pull him down to you for a kiss. You can still feel that he’s grinning even while kissing you. You run your hands through his hair and start to pull at his shirt.
“Mmm, someone is eager.” He says as he lifts his shirt off and starts to help with yours.
“Well it’s not like we’ve had time since we left Baldur’s Gate.” You both are able to remove your shirt and come together for another kiss. He runs a hand along your side and hooks into your pants. You make a slight gasp at the touch which elicits a low growl from your lover. 
He starts kissing down your neck and along your collarbone. He nibbles as he comes to the side of your breast. A hand cups the other one and rubs a thumb over your nipple. You lift your hips at the touch hoping to rub against anything to ease the arousal starting to form. As if answering your prayers, Astarion puts his knee between your legs to help you and to move them further apart as he keeps kissing down your body. He lifts your hips to remove your pants in one fluid motion. You gasp with a small moan when his lips brush and kiss your clit. 
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” The way he says it is almost as if he’s praying in a temple. He inserts a finger into your cunt, slowly working in and out as he uses his tongue to ravish your clit. You try to stifle your moan, in case anyone would stumble into the barn. Your face is flush with the potential embarrassment. 
“Need…you..”
“I’m right here darling” He says with a smile as he keeps working his fingers trying to bring you closer to the edge.
When it seems you are about to release he eases his fingers out as you let out a whimpering moan. When he took his pants off you could see that he was more than ready after hearing the sounds that came from you. He eased back down over you and slowly slid his cock into you. Your back arched as he was filling you up. 
“That’s my good girl.” He almost growled. You traced your hands along his side and parts of his back. You always tried to stay away from the scars there, lest you trigger any potential nightmarish feelings. Looking up into his eyes, you lift yourself up to capture him in a kiss. Your fingers lacing themselves in his hair to bring him even closer to you. You cry out as he slowly starts moving his hip, making your legs shake from the build up.
He stayed at this slow pace for as long as he could. Your mewling sending him into a feral like state. He raised your hips and moved into you faster. He could feel you were close to release which made him pick up the pace even more. Your orgasm made you let out a scream, which you were able to muffle by biting your own wrist. He kept moving, riding out both of your orgasms. His seed spilling from him and from you. 
He fell to lay next to you, bringing you in for a cuddle. You both were panting from your activities. Reaching into his ruck sack he finds a small towel and starts to slowly clean the both of you. You sigh at the gentle touch and reach for your shirt to put back on. He helps you with your pants and puts his clothes back on as well.  You both snuggle into each other and get much needed rest.
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tikuo2007 · 5 months
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『デカリュックの子』
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bdslab · 4 months
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INSTEAD OF GIVING THE GIFT OF A GRIP TOP SOCK THEY SHOULDVE GONE WITH DADAISTS DO DADS dadaist dads do dadaist doodads
[in reference to this gaston gag & its english translation which just used a poem by Seuuss]
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Couldn't find the panels quick enough but the tongue twister they used in english was this:
Give me the gift of a grip-top sock, A clip drape shipshape tip top sock. Not your spinslick slapstick slip slop stock; But a plastic, elastic, grip-top sock. None of your fantastic slack swap slop From a slap-dash, flash-cash, haberdash shop. Not a knick knack, knitlock knockkneed, knickerbocker sock With a mock-shot blob-mottled trick-ticker top clock. Not a supersheet seersucker ruck sack sock, Not a spot-speckled frog-freckled cheap sheik's sock Off a hodge-podge moss-blotched scotch-botched block. Nothing slipshod drip drop flip flop or glip glop Tip me to a tip top grip top sock.
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mysterymanjoseph · 1 year
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Lost in a Strange New World:  mysterymanjoseph and sinful-souls
Joseph had hiked to a small meadow in the woodlands behind his country estate to practice with the two swords that had been gifted to him by the grandfather of a Japanese soldier that Joseph had pulled to safety during a firefight in Afghanistan when Joseph was still in the Marines.  Instructions had come with the blades on their care, and the story of their ‘origin’  It seems that the family of the soldier were renown sword smiths, and the metal that forged the two blades that Joseph now owned were forged from the heart of a star that died and fell from the Heavens centuries ago,..according to the story passed down by the sword smith’s ancestors.  One thing that was requested, to take the blades and practice with them, that they were ‘living’ and needed air and sunshine, not be locked in some display cabinet.  Having been instructed in Kendo during his teen years, Joseph is not completely ignorant when it comes to the use of the sword.  So, every week, he has been taking the blades, named Twilight, the longer of the two, and Dawn, the shorter one, out for their exercise.    When he has been drilling with them for an hour, it is time to return home.  He returns them to the sheathes that are secured to his waist by a simple sash, and is about to lift the MALICE rucksack with survival gear he always takes with him when he venture out into the woods, when the wind suddenly picks up, leaves and debris swirling quite violently around him.  The sky is clear, so he thinks, “Not a tornado, just a really big dust devil.”  He closes his eyes, the ruck sack against his legs as he brings an arm up to cover his eyes.  He thinks, “Probably best to just ride the thing out than stumble around trying to head back to the house.”
@sinful-souls
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thekims4 · 6 months
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Preppy Style Lookbook #3
Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3, 4 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips
Clothing - Top
*Acc Leather Blazer @charonlee
Dumdi Top @plbsims
Cheer-up Knit Top @bedisfull
Puffer with Top @babyetears
Sweater P30 @busra-tr
Jacket with a Top @laupipi-blog
Clothing - Bottom
Pleated Mini Skirt @charonlee
Cheer-up Knit Skirt @bedisfull
Basic Short Pleats Skirt @rimings
Flared Skirt @eunosims
Wrapped Skirt @gorillax3-cc
Clothing - Fullbody
Knit Sweater Dress P25 @busra-tr
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Upstyle Hair Accessories @eunosims
IVE - I AM Earring @rimings
Zinare Earrings @suzuesims
Intimate Necklace @christopher067
Vintage Necktie @tina-sims
Wind Scarf @backtrack-cc
Hair Scrunchie @rimings
Clarity Rings @mlsim
My Phone! @ssiat
Chocolate Rosette Ruck Sack @usamarusims
Goth Backpack @madlensims
Hermes Birkin Bag Scarf Charm @bergdorfverse
Prada Re-Edition 2000 Mini Bag @bradfordsims
Valentino One Stud Nappa Bag @bergdorfverse
Classic Tights @magic-bot
Rib Long Socks @charonlee
Wrinkled Socks @eunosims
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Double-Strap Mary Jane 02 @jius-sims
Hffsims White Martens @grafity-cc
Logo Padding Mule @sunberry-sims
Low Top Sneaker 06 @jius-sims
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Simple Tattoos @thekims4
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Hongzo @nerinsims @poyopoyosim @roselipaofficial @xiuminuwu
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that-freak-named-ben · 2 months
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Donnie said something fucking wild recently and I just needed to share the experience.
But me and the gang were going to this nice bar down in 104 3rd St, place called The Ruck, and there was this real pretty lady who served us our drinks. And my dumbass friend Donnie tries to pull up the rizz on this chick. Leaning forward over the counter, head in hand, eyes half lidded like a little fairy princess in a Disney film. And he put on this wild ass "sexy" voice. Hit her with the, "Hey darlin', I was wonderin' if you could tell me: If you're here, who's running Heaven?"
And this ABSOLUTE AMAZON of a woman whipped around to him, leaned down onto the counter, and very softly said, "Hun, if I had a penny for every time I've had to answer that same damn question, I wouldn't be workin' at this dump."
And holy shit- me and the boys were HOWLING. Mad said somethin' like, "oh mate, you might as well just retire. That was too cold" and then Crimson followed it with, "How are you gonna use the cheapest one in the book? God, you're so bad at this" and poor ol' Donnie sat in shame for the rest of the night. Drank himself a couple shots of gin until he was half blind.
We almost feel bad for him, but I mean. He's just gotta up his fucking game.
If you'd be a doll and maybe comment some dating advise for my sad sack of a friend, I'll be sure to pass the message along.
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poppy-metal · 2 years
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poppy u have me obsessed with balls in a way i never thought i would be. can’t stop thinking about eddie’s balls. his big heavy balls dragging over your forehead, resting on my eyes as he has you laying with my head hanging off the bed so he can fuck you throat. balls balls balls 😵‍💫 getting to lay there on your tummy on the bed between his legs and leave little kitten licks , squeezing and kissing them. while your other hand just lazily strokes him until he cums. feeling his balls tighten in your hand. i wanna worship this man’s balls and it’s your fault.
laying on your back, with your head tipped over the edge of the bed watching eddie. he looks. so good today, he'd tied his hair up in a messy bun because its so humid out, even though hes still wearing all black. black jeans, black t shirt. the arms cut off so you can his the light felx of his forearms as he writes down lyrics. the back of his neck is damp with sweat, flyaway hairs sticking to it. his tongue is poked out in concentration. you want his dick so bad.
eddie suddenly spins his pen around and tosses it on his deck, leaning back to stretch. his shirt rides up, shows his tummy and the light smattering of hair that leads from his bellybutton down his pelvis, dissappearing into the band of his jeans. he cracks his fingers, "i just came up with the best lyric in all of history." he says, grinning at you, "you're dating a rockstar. an upcoming sex icon, if you will."
you bite your lip, "I'd hang your poster above my wall."
eddie stands up, shirt falling back down, and makes his way over to you. you stay in position, reaching your hands out to grab his hips when he's close. his crotch is tantalizingly close to your face.
he looks down at you, "yeah? my little dedicated fan, are you?"
you thumb at his belt, tug on it. "I'd probably masturbate to it, to be real with you. every night."
eddie lets out a sharp breath, eyes darkening from light humor to molten lust. his hands come down to help you unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops. "every night, huh." he echoes, "so i got myself a crazed groupie."
you nod, dazed. you can't really concentrate when you're upside down and eddies pulling his beautiful cock out. he shimmies his jeans down, not all the way, just enough that his heavy cock bobs free, the denim rucked up under his flushed balls.
he grips himself at his base. "what kind of fantasies is my little groupie having, then? hm?"
you lick your lips, the head of his cock is dewy and wet. a little bead of precum pearls at his pink slit. you squeeze your thighs together.
"d-definitely" you pause. swallow. "definitely fantasize about letting you use me."
eddie hums, tipping his cock forward and rubbing his spongy head along your slick lips, you dart your tongue out to catch that bead of cum. hungry.
"god, that's hot." he grits. "little girl all alone in her room thinking about letting me use her as a cocksleeve. put a pillow between your thighs. i wanna see you go crazy for it."
you do as he says, leaning up briefly to fish for a pillow and then squeezing your thighs around it. you put your head back in position, moaning when he shuffles forward and feeds his flushed cock into your open mouth.
his heavy sack comes to rest on your eyes, fleshy and soft. you moan ane gurgle around him, spit bubbles already forming around the seam of your lips around him.
you hear him groan above you, you can't see it but he's holding his shirt up with one hand, so he can look down his naked chest and see the buldge his cock is leaving in your flexing throat. he grinds his pelvis forward, so his balls dance across your forhead, twin sacks moving across your face and smushing against it.
"fuck." he hisses, "fuck i need you to lick my balls, hold still for me-"
he drags his cock out, cooing at how you cough and sputter, spit dripping down your nose into your hairline. messy.
hes leaning forward in the next moment, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off so he can straddle the bed, his knees on either side of your head.
he uses your spit to jerk his cock, flushed red with blood and throbbing, the movement making his balls bounce just over your head.
"show me how loyal you are." he grunts, lowering himself. "fuck. show me why you're my number #1 fan, sweetheart. worship your idols balls for him. get em' all messy."
he moans when your mouth closed around his sack, sucking eagerly. "thats it." he whines. "such a dirty girl." he moves up, and you lay your tongue out, whimpering when he just smushes his balls against your nose, runs them all over your face, getting them wet with your spit and drool.
"you worship me so well, baby. my special girl. letting me make her all messy, just stay like that. m'gonna cum-"
when he cums, you close your mouth around his balls again, feel them jerk on your tongue as they empty.
"you're amazing. holy shit-" you feel him rubbing his cum over your nipples, smearing it in, as you lazily suckle him dry. "baby."
he wheezes. groans, when your tongue laves over his sack. "fuck, i love my fans."
you dig your nails into his thighs. "you, especially."
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merlions · 2 days
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Soda looks like a little goblin creature all the time and today she especially looked like one carrying a little ruck sack in a dungeon
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greedentstripes · 8 months
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*Felix approached Nick, mumbling something and seeming quite wobbly on his feet.* Felix: Huh, seem Destino was lyin' about us lookin' like this. I thought there was suppose ta be a dress code. My friend told me we needed to look like humans? Is that what they're called? I have no idea what a human is ta be honest. It's weird being like this. And these humans can't even float. Walking around on these legs just ain't right. What made ya choose not to disguise yourself as one of these humans?
"How am I supposed to stuff food in my tail if it doesn't exist?" Nick half joked with an audible chuckle, knowing full well he could have used his ruck sack instead or simply opted to keep the tail. "No, but really, the truth is I'm just a normal type. I can't learn Transform or Illusion." He stops to think for a second. "Well... maybe I could have easily gotten Cody to transform Snow and I if I wanted to, but... I dunno. I'm just not feeling the whole 'human disguise' thing right now."
Nick studies Felix's body curiously. Yup that's definitely a human. "Who says you're not allowed to use your powers as a human? If you don't feel comfortable walking on those legs of yours, just...i dunno, hover a centimeter or two off the ground? Like those guys I see on the Mattress commercials on TV."
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rowdy-rumble · 5 months
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OLD KH PLUSH SOLIDARITY i have the axel one it looks so silly. Theyre so ugly but i love them looking them up is so fun
HELLOO!!!!! IM SO GLAD PPL LIKE THE SILLIES!!! THEY R WONDEFUL
UGLY KH PLUSH COMPLIATION
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They are hanging out !!!!!
For the longest time, I thought these were real officially licenced plushies (because what bootlegger is making a plush og character that features on screen for 5 seconds), but they aren't!? They blend in with official early 2000s anime merch so well
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Here he is: ruck sack
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One of a million different sora plushies! He is not very valor full
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