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lexumpysfunland · 24 hours
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May I give Insaine!Narrator headpats? (I love him sm. He is now one of my many Narrator sons/children.🫶🏻)
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Only Stanley is allow to... unless you manage to be really close to him that is.
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sammysouffle · 1 day
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Buck: Isn’t he hot?
Eddie: You can do better
Buck: Better than the bachelor? The guy everyone wants?
Eddie: Yes.
Buck: Like who?
Eddie: Like someone who is slightly taller, slightly older, isn’t as handsome as him but has great hair, nice-ish personality, and could be readily available if you just said the word
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misosmiley · 2 days
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Part 5 of Stray Kids calling you “mommy” for the first time: Han edition
Mature & suggestive content under the cut
Content warnings: soft dom!reader, sub!han, mommy kink
I wrote a prompt for this for myself ages ago that just said “han says mommy as a joke but whoops hold up that was actually really hot??” So that is what happened.
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“Oh, yeah, baby likey.”
Your eyes roll so hard, you worry you sprained something, but you just can’t take him seriously and hide a smile. Jisung is biting his lip, leering at you wearing a long, tight dress, accentuating the curve of your hips and the size of your ass. Jisung tells everyone who will listen how much he loves your ass, that he is nothing if not a loud and proud admirer of your hips and thighs, that he’s obsessed with how you feel in his hands. Speaking of hands, his keep coming up to touch only to get slapped away with a laugh whenever his touches turn to groping.
Jisung himself is dressed in a tux - though he’s already managed to wrinkle his shirt and undo his tie before you’ve even left the apartment - ready to attend a banquet tonight that your company is hosting.
You’re putting in earrings when his arms snake around you, hands cupping your chest from behind, and he fake-whispers in your ear in a silly, deep voice, “lemme love on ya, hot momma.”
You burst out laughing and turn in his grip, asking just as jokingly, “you like mommy’s tits, baby?”
The wide grin on his face freezes for a moment before he comes back online and laughs awkwardly, clearing his throat.
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you push him away, giggling, “you’re ridiculous, Sungie.”
He looks proud as he follows you out of the bedroom, arms latching around your waist again, slowing down your walk to the front door. He’s got his shoes on in seconds, watching while you drop a few items into your bag and step into your heels. Before you can lean down to buckle the thin straps, he falls into a kneel and does it for you, carefully adjusting the straps around each ankle.
He squeals, “ooh, step on me, mommy!”
You’re still giggling when Jisung stands back up with an odd look on his face, stopping you in your tracks, “Jisung? You okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” he shakes himself, then answers a second time, sounding more normal this time, “yeah, sorry, just. I was thinking about something. I’m fine!”
Something is niggling in the back of your head as you eye him suspiciously, searching for any sign of a lie or distress. Not finding anything, you pull him closer by the lapels of his jacket, “let me know if that changes.”
He smiles and kisses you quickly, then steps back to tuck his shirt back into place, while you re-knot his tie for him, making sure to leave it neat, but loose enough to be comfortable so that he won’t need to constantly tug at it.
He holds your coat out with a sweet smile, then holds the door open for you to leave first.
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Jisung has been surprisingly subdued since arriving at the banquet. You wondered whether he was nervous about socializing with strangers, but even once you sat down for the meal with friends, he’s been quiet and reserved. He engages in conversation when spoken to, responds when you make efforts to include him, but only enough to be polite before dropping back to silence. Despite the unusual quiet, he’s not absent; he watches you with sharp eyes the whole night, gaze trailing after you, hardly looking away - a fact that doesn’t escape your notice.
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The lock clicks, you turn around, and you’re met with Jisung’s face inches from your own, his hands coming up flat against the door on either side of your head.
“Jisungie?”
He seems restless. His eyes are darting across your face, and he’s worrying his lip between his teeth. Your own hands come up to rest against his neck, palms above his collarbones, thumbs pressing lightly against his jaw, hoping to ground him.
It seems to work; Jisung takes a deep breath, and on the exhale, he finally makes eye contact.
“What’s going on, baby?”
Your eyebrows shoot up when he whimpers. Loud.
As soon as the sound leaves his mouth, his neck heats up under your touch and his ears turn a dark red.
“Oh my god.” He tries to tug away, but your fingers have tightened on the back of his neck, holding him in place in front of you, so he settles for squeezing his eyes shut.
“Sung, Sungie, open your eyes.” He shakes his head minutely. “Baby boy, please look at me.”
He whimpers again, more quietly this time, but slowly cracks his eyes open.
You smile gently, “there he is.”
He keeps watching you, embarrassment staining his face.
“You want to tell me what’s going on with you tonight?”
Jisung bites his lips together but doesn’t answer.
“Do you just want to go to bed and rest?”
He shakes his head quickly.
“Alright, then, you’ve got to give me a clue. I’m not a mind reader, you know.”
Jisung grabs one of your wrists and leads your hand down his body to his dick straining in his pants.
“Say it again?” He begs.
That makes you pause. “Say what again, baby?”
He whines in the back of his throat, and his eyes drop to your mouth, then your chest, before coming back up to meet your eyes.
You keep palming his dick, offering some relief, but your touch is light, waiting for him to explain. He whines out please and pushes forward against the hand still on his neck, pressing his face against you, and you just barely catch the quiet, muffled ‘mommy’ he whispers into your hair.
You freeze, heart racing in your chest as it all slots into place. That little nagging thought from earlier finally pieces itself together with the rest of the events from tonight, with what you know about Jisung. Jisung has frozen as well, holding his breath. His arms are tensed beside your head, ready to push himself off the wall and escape, so you dig your fingers into his neck harder, and the hand that was rubbing him moves to his back, holding him in place against you.
“Um.” You snap to attention and look at Jisung, who’s shifting and clearing his throat. “Um, so. That happened.”
You can’t help it. That makes you laugh, a little maniacally, nerves still very much present, but a laugh nonetheless, and Jisung gives you a shaky smile at the sound. “So?”
You take a deep breath. In. And out. “So.”
The two of you stare at each other for a few moments before you both break into nervous giggles.
As you both quiet down, he watches you carefully and asks, “so, what do you think?”
Normally, you would tease him a bit, pretend you don't know what he’s talking about, make him say the words out loud, but this situation has you on a cliff’s edge. One wrong move and you go tumbling down into pain.
“I think… that I want you to call me ‘mommy’ properly next time, Jisungie.”
Jisung gasps and throws himself against you, and his mouth connects with yours almost painfully.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy,” he chants, muffled and mumbling against your lips.
You get a hand in his hair and yank him back, “I said properly, baby boy.”
He seems barely able to breathe, but after you guide him through a few deep inhales, his voice rings out, the word clear and unhindered for the first time.
“Mommy.”
“Good boy.”
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cufeilidh · 2 days
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I've been meaning to finish this for weeks but I went and got on a writing and sewing kick instead. Drawing bug bit again yesterday ;)
Featuring my favorite Andalite, Stedeth Esgarrouth Bonnetil. I love him.
Read his story wanna fly away (I don't know where my soul is) by @ghostalservice and @petrichorca cause it's amazing and one of my absolute favs. You don't need to be familiar with animorphs to enjoy, so go get yourself some alien adventure and spice!
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ganem-ouchie · 3 days
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A BBC Merlin fanfic I wrote recently and then promptly forgot about
Merlin saves (tries to kill) Arthur
That one scene in A servant of two masters where Merlin is running at Arthur with the sword but he’s been fighting against the Fomorroh and finally wins.
Arthur had been getting ready for almost half an hour, he still hadn’t gotten dressed but talking to Merlin about the suspected traitor was helped him to process.
Merlin hated this. The detachment from his own body, the fact that he was fighting for control over himself, that his magic had retreated so far from his reach so the fomorroh wouldn’t be able to use it. He hated that Arthur was grappling with issues he couldn’t help with and while Merlin made sure he failed to properly set a crossbow to kill him, made sure to hide his magic from Morgana and the Fomorroh, it wasn’t enough to fix this. He’d think about Leon later and beg the man to at least question him when he made such obvious threats to Arthur’s life.
His usual threats were much more comedic. Leaving Arthur to dress himself till he died of embarrassment, letting him fend for himself for a day till he starved to death or accidentally poisoned himself with bad cooking, stopping adding holes into his belt till he squeezed himself in half.
Just killing him was never something Merlin would say now he’d become friends with Arthur. Maybe while he was still a pratish prince, but not anymore.
Arthur opened the wardrobe, Merlin panicked for a moment until the crossbow failed. Fomorroh was angry, of course, but it gave him a little longer to break out of its control.
He could hardly focus until distantly, he heard Arthur ask for a sword and Fomorroh preened. Merlin fought harder than he ever had before, calling on his magic to do anything to protect Arthur as he desperately tried to take back control.
It felt like a gasp of momentary fresh air.
“Arthur,” he murmured, pained and weak.
Arthur turned back, but his hold wasn’t enough to keep Fomorroh back. Merlin was lost in his mind again by the time Arthur started to ask: “Merlin? Are you alright?”
“Yes, fine. Fine. Ceremonial sword. Of course.” A distant voice that sounded like his own but distorted and broken echoed through Merlin’s skull.
“Yes…” Arthur looked him over and turned away. Arthur was saying something, Merlin used his voice as an anchor to reality. To remember that Arthur was his friend, his king, his destiny. That he would do anything to keep him safe, “but...can't trust anyone.”
Merlin hated the irony of it in that moment.
His hand was on the hilt of a sword.
Merlin struggled for control again. He’d do anything. He’d rather fall on the sword himself.
He held it up, testing the weight and ability to run a man through.
Merlin desperately fought, pushing his magic forward so he could at least protect Arthur.
“In fact, I think you, Merlin, are the only person I can trust.” Arthur said, his back to Merlin and the sword and all the bitter horrible irony of being the one to literally stab his best friend in the back after so many betrayals.
His body took a step, then another,
The door to Arthur’s chambers opened with a panicked Gwen and Gaius looking at him, horrified at what he was about to do.
Merlin felt a surge of magic finally win out over the dark forces that powered the Fomorroh’s will.
Arthur turned around, seemingly recognising the fear in Gwen and Gaius, and saw Merlin taking rushed steps towards him with a sword raised.
Then Merlin’s eyes flooded with gold as he froze, mid movement, gasping and trembling to hold onto the control he’d fought desperately for. He just needed a moment. It wasn’t going to last but if he could just-
“Merlin!” Arthur stumbled back, shock and confusion and betrayal on his face.
Arthur’s voice gave him a focus point to stay in control.
“Morgana-“ he forced out, focusing solely on Arthur and his best friend and keeping him safe no matter the cost. “Mind control. Fomorroh. Knock me out.” He looked to Arthur with gold in his eyes, seeing fear to match his own looking back at him, “Please.”
Arthur was frozen, but in the corner of his eye Merlin saw Gwen move, then his head snapped to the side with a sharp pain and everything went black.
Hope you enjoyed. Thoughts?? I might rewrite/continue this as a fix-it for the whole episode :)
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crepes-suzette-373 · 13 hours
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(read the comic left to right for once)
More random chill/fun AU.
I'm not entirely sure what I was gonna do with this, honestly... I was reading a typical isekai manga with nature spirits, and I randomly thought of this. Japanese folklore does have tree spirits too.
The tree spirits can wander around freely, they're not attached to the physical tree. They just prefer having the tree nearby because if anything happens to it, they lose their human manifestation. They can get it back by finding a new host tree, but it's not that easy to do.
Those with strong enough spiritual power can pull out the tree and move it around freely too.
The more I drew the more I regretted making all those flowers and leaves on their heads. It was a super cool design, but a pain to draw like 10 times over.
Ichiji and Niji are wearing leaf masks, they don't grow leaves on their faces.
Also random flower trivia (nothing to do with the characters, honestly).
Tree/plants assignment for the other characters pending (especially because I don't know what to do with this AU yet). Nami is easy because she's obviously a mikan tree.
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evilwriter37 · 16 hours
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Character A: "I'd live for you."
Character B: "The saying is 'I'd die for you.'"
Character A: "I know. But I'd live for you."
Which pair of httyd characters do you think this fits most?
Oooh, the first character that comes to mind as Character A is Dagur. Sounds a little strange, but hear me out. A more unhinged, kind of evil Dagur would pull the "I'd die for you," but redeemed Dagur would probably pull "I'd live for you."
Character B can be Heather in a platonic/familial situation, or Hiccup in a romantic one.
Very interesting question! Thank you!
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tombofmemories · 3 days
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I was tagged by @silent-cha0s to post a selfie. Thank you, lovely 🤍 (If you saw this picture this morning, no you didn’t)
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Tagging (If you want): @sarraaaa @lun4lovegood @myendlesstriumph @drowningincolorfultears @thelittlest-lynx @jerseygirlgonecountry @tequila-daisies @goddessofthebees @luxi-lilith @cruel-intenti0ns @adorablyfemme @thegaewild
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killapunk · 1 year
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Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!
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dougielombax · 5 months
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I wonder what the largest shellfish is?
Edit: Okay this post is getting a LOT of traction. What is going on?
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This post has set off a fucking MINEFIELD!!!
What have I DONE????!!!!!
I’ve lit the blue touch paper and found there’s nowhere to run to!
I’ve summoned a wolf only to unleash a tiger!!!!! Made of fire! And nails.
Probably….
Idk.
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Some got close like the one about homeowner associations (fucking powertripping middle aged mediocrities!) which got at least 1.5k notes but this is the most I’ve gotten on a single post so far.
Anyway.
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Okay never mind it’s back. For now at least.
Anyway.
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owldart · 2 months
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They figured he was an angsty TEEN not an angsty THIRD GRADER
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hg-aneh · 7 months
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🙊🙉
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This came to me in a vision
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ghost-bxrd · 4 months
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Prompt:
After Jason’s resurrection he finds that his body works… wrong somehow.
Some days he forgets to breathe until he wants to say something and finds there’s no air in lungs. Other days his body goes eerily cold until someone points out that his lips are blue and he needs to warm up.
And some days his heart stops beating in his sleeps.
It’s fine, really. It always starts again eventually a short while after he wakes up. And yeah, of course it was a bit scary the first couple times it happened but it’s not like his resurrection and Pit-dip came with an instruction manual, so this is probably pretty normal stuff, all things considered. He is kind of the definition of “undead”.
The real trouble starts when he forgets to mention those little details to the Batfamily when he stays over for the night.
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