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bakubunny · 3 months
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thinkin abt dada daddy kats helping you with all the big feelings you have about wanting to be so small. >.<
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jimothystu · 9 months
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Everyone say thank you to Dalton for posting these
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howdoyousleep3 · 4 months
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if anyone wants to chat about priest ari 👀 or priest andy 👀 or father james 👀 or father steve 👀 my body is ready…
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bluechocowitz · 1 year
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I love the way you draw Blue. I want to climb into his lap 🥵
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*…WAIT DID YOU SAY INTO MY LAP..?
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koskela-knights · 4 months
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OOGA WOOGA Champion of Light on YT has dropped the HQ Koskela ads 🥵🥵 Now I can be thirsty af again but in HD
Dont mind me admiring them all over again 👀 the details in their clothes, the wrinkles/crowfeet eyes, the body hair, etc.
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domesticatedangel · 6 months
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dad moment from misha!!
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wrestlezaynia · 5 months
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"Want me to tell you what I want for Christmas? You, deep inside me."
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isa-ah · 7 months
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sorry I could talk for hours. I've done an insane amount of character building w Isaiah over the years
#like ive padded elias and melanies families too#part of me has been hankering to explore elias character more 👁️👁️ lo has been talking about doing a better timeline for hunter#and my kneejerk was that it would be a timeline where melanie raises isaiah and kicks elias out#but if melanie never died i think elias would be a LOT happier#he would still have a lot of toxic tendencies bc of the way his moms and sisters baby him and never say no to him#but melanie is by far the more bullheaded of the two so she would whip his ass into shape i think#in a timeline where theyre still married and happy isaiah would have his aunties on the wells side in his life 😭😭😭😭😭#baby isaiah sitting in sawyers lap... shut up.....#i actually have a complete belief that if melanie was in his life theyd both be day drinkers together#like boy would be sipping with every meal just like his mom whos a silly drunk with a high tolerance#vs how elias rageful drinking makes him VERY stingy and self destructive around booze#like. melanie would be a huge positive impact but in a lot of ways she would probably nurture bad traits in isaiah#hed be a lot more selfish and nymphish and thats SAYING SOMETHING#a lot more dismissive of other peoples problems bc he doesnt feel desperate to be useful and whole by fixing other peoples issues#and would likewise out a lot less gravity into sleeping around bc he doesnt NEED to stay out of his house so hed have more fun w less care#which wouldnt rlly fly with the guys he usually ends up with 🤔 i wonder how it would change hunters influence in his life#hunter shaves his head in response to elias grabbing isaiah by it. that wouldnt happen! and he wouldnt have to spend sooo much time w ruben#who was his One And Only positive dad figure. that was a huge part of his life and influence!#then again melanie looooves hunters mom whos also around for this timeline so#they would both 👀 be spending a lot ofkf time in the reyes estate 👀#isaiah and gideons relationship would also be a lot better!#melanies obsessed w gideons moms (high femme and dad butch) and isaiah wouldn't be so violent as a kid#HMMMMMM.....#much to think about#so much of isaiahs personality was scultped by his dads abuse and the people he sought comfort in#his whole life would be restructured
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hyvnlx · 2 years
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I’m definitely dreaming 😶.
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AU where ciri has been trying out dating apps... and she has a date with person B of your choice 👩🏼‍🤝‍🧑🏻, who invited her to a fair. ciri loves fairs so that's already a win! everything goes so well until they go on the ferris wheel 🎡 and stay stuck on top :D which no big deal for ciri BUT for the other person it's a Problem™ because they're a werewolf and it's almost midnight on full moon day, oh no 👀
Gascon: So ... Remember when I asked if you were Team Jacob or Team Edward?
Ciri: And I said neither. Do you really want to hear my full argument about the gross inaccuracies in that series?
Gascon: No... but I really need to stop using Twilight references to bring this up ...
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pumpkinstabs-moving · 2 years
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it’s sunday and i work but,
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campirebites · 2 years
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I am not immune to the transmasc swag of Eddie Munson 😳😳😳
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sweet-as-an-angel · 11 months
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Miguel w/an Innocent S/O
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Warnings: Protective Miguel, Slight Yandere Miguel (if you squint), Implications of Smut, Fluff, More Fluff, Spooning, Mentions/Implications of injuries, Insecurity, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You'.
Him being fiercely protective of you 24/7.
If someone even so much as looks at you wrong, he stares them down until they either break down and start apologising, or their heart gives out.
You’re the only person he shows any affection to. You’re also the only person allowed to touch him. Period.
He’s so touch starved; please hold him and tell him he’s your big guy :-(
Goes FERAL when you rake your fingers through his hair; his eyes roll into his skull and he can’t help but moan a little, even if the context isn’t sexual.
Don’t bring it up or he’ll punish you for it later 👀.
He finds your innocence both endearing and worrying.
On one hand, you believe in the good of everyone, which, considering how insecure Miguel can be, is what initially drew him to you; your ability to empathise and sympathise with others, to not judge them.
However, he knows people would take advantage of your kind and giving nature.
One time, he found out that one of the Spiders – a Victorian England era ‘gentleman superhero’ – had tossed you a used coffee cup and told you to dispose of it on his behalf. When you tried to say something, to tell him you were busy and had better things to do, he just dismissed you.
Of course, Miguel had seen this. He has eyes on you every second of the day.
You never saw that Spiderman again. Nor did anyone else. All that seemed to remain of him was his suit thrown haphazardly into the storage room, where a great big tear edged with blood was ripped into the chestpiece, the hero’s signature top hat abandoned and crumpled beneath it.
He also broke another Spider-Person’s arm when they tried to steal one of the fairy cakes you’d lovingly baked for him; poured your heart and soul into.
Miguel also growls at people he thinks are looking at you strangely. Full-on bares his fangs like a rabid dog and watches them cower.
He purposely grows his fangs out and lets you play with them.
He’s careful to make sure you don’t get hurt, though, guiding your hands away from the pointed tips.
His guilty pleasure is when you kiss his fangs and tell him he’s “The coolest, most handsome man in the world!”
“Just the world?” He says, smiling, raising an eyebrow. His heart melts in his chest as your smile widens, eclipsing your eyes into crescents.
“In ALL the worlds!” You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him, laughing. He brings his arms, thick and muscular, around your waist and pulls you into him, pressing ticklish kisses into your neck, revelling in your laughter.
Intimacy-wise, Miguel is horrified at the prospect of hurting you.
He’s ever so careful, as if handling glass, holding back his strength.
It’s worth it, though. The strain.
Especially when he hears you mewl and try to hide your face in his chest.
“Oh no, Sweetheart,” he says, tangling a hand in your hair and pulling your head back. His pointed fangs flint as he gives a smile. “I want to watch you like this.”
Loves your gentle kisses – they give him life.
Nothing can get him down when you’re around; especially when you’re sitting in his lap.
Though, issues have arisen as a result of your oblivion to…compromising positions.
More often than not, Miguel’s had to bite his lip and tongue when you shift in his lap, catching him, making his heart start and his breath shutter, electric anticipation jolting through him.
He takes you aside in the bathroom to deal with the issue you’ve unknowingly caused, but you don’t complain. Not that you can with your mouth full.
He looks at you with eyes which have seen the deaths of countless individuals, yet when he finds yours, he sees love and light spanning infinite universes within them. And they give him hope that there is more to life than loss and grief; more to him than his failures.
He revels in the feeling of you hiding behind him whenever you’re scared.
Sometimes he takes you to areas of the facility where he knows you’ll be easily frightened – for example, where captive villains are held – so he can feel your hands tightening around his arm or gripping the back of his suit. It makes him feel useful, like he can take on the world.
And he gets off on being the only person who can truly protect you. But he’d never tell you that, of course.
Loves demonstrating his strength around you. He can pick you up single-handedly and carry you anywhere without so much as thinking of breaking a sweat.
He prefers to be the big spoon, curling around you like a shield and protecting you from the outside world, his warm, broad chest to your back.
Tells you how much he loves you through hushed post-intimacy whispers and soft touches. Shows it through acts of service and the insurmountable adoration that fills his eyes whenever you’re around.
He can’t imagine being with anybody else. He can’t even remember the last time he felt anything save for contempt before you showed up.
And he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. No cost is too great for the love of his life <3.
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hecksupremechips · 1 year
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I went on a "date" with a guy a few months ago and I just remember us on my couch watching shrek 2 and him cuddling and getting all intimate with me while I just sat there like 🙃
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dante-mightdie · 4 days
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Ugh I LOVE viking!simon. Could you do one where he helps you with a clogged milk duct 👀
okay but only because I really want to
c/w: lactation kink, pregnancy, dry humping, smut
simon has never enjoyed the discomfort phases of your pregnancies. each time he knocks you up, he experiences a few new ones. now pregnant with your third child, breastfeeding your second and trying to week the first off of breastmilk has resulted in your boobs becoming super sore, and heavy, and leaking
your body is overproducing and you’re youngest is only only one you’re actually nursing right now so it’s no surprise you end up with a clogged duct. so when simon comes home late one night to his wife crying in agony and massaging your chest to ease the pain, he decides it’s time to step in and help you
he’ll sit up against the headboard and hoist you into his lap, making you straddle him. you cling onto him, sniffling into his neck as he undoes your night gown and lets it pool around your hips. rubs his big paws up and down your sides, gently squeezing your tits to watch your milk dribble down
let’s his hands travel back down to the small swell of your belly, soothing over your bump as he places sweet kisses to your lips. he’d trail his lips down until he’s face to face with your nipple, looking up at you though his signature hooded eyes as he latches on
sucks gently on the sore nub, one hand massaging the flesh of your breast. soft moans of relief leaving your mouth at the feeling. your hands come up to tangle in his hair, hugging him close to you as you rest your head on top of his
he didn’t mean for it to rile you up but he doesn’t complain when he feels your warm cunt grind over his cock which instantly starts kicking against his thigh as the blood rushes south
adds a bit more pressure when he sucks on your nipple over and over again until he feels your milk flood his tongue, the sweet taste making him moan deeply against your skin
his hands massaging the flesh of your hips and ass, occasionally moving to caress your tummy as you drag your slick folds against the base of his cock. your moans pick up in pitch each time the tip of his engorged cock bumps against your clit
let’s you take what you need from him as he switches to your other nipple, intent on easing this ache for you as much as possible. your hips buck wilding against his own, your moans turning into gasps and praises
“thank… thank you, simon… feels s’ good.” you whine, head falling onto his shoulder as you fall over the edge. wave after wave of euphoric pleasure crashing over you, coursing through your veins and plaguing your brain until your nothing but a soft and pliant puddle in your husbands arms
doesn’t say anything about how he didn’t finish, nor how his cock is softening between his legs as you slump against his chest. his thick fingers combing through your hair, soft content moans leaving your mouth as he massages your scalp until you drift off against him
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my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻
Promises, Promises.
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warnings - smut. cursing.
I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.
3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.
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You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"
Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?
"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."
The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.
"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"
He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.
"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."
"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.
"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."
"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."
You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.
"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."
"I'm... what?"
"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."
You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.
"Is that so?"
"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."
He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.
"He's wrong."
"Is that so?"
You roll your eyes.
"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."
"And why not?"
"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."
Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.
"He's your age."
"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."
He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.
"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"
Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.
"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."
"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."
"Me too."
Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.
He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.
Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.
You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.
"Strip."
You blink at him, processing.
"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."
You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.
Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.
"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"
"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."
"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."
You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.
"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."
"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."
He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.
"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"
You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"
The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.
"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."
His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.
"House first."
"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.
"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."
He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.
You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.
You'll deal with the repercussions later.
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