#Suggestive tw
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murdering someone together as foreplay
#ℂ𝔼𝕃𝔼𝔹ℝ𝔸𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 & 𝕄𝕌𝕋𝕀𝕃𝔸𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 / musing.#suggestive tw#u gave me these powers and i shall do with them what i please
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splatoon stuff i posted a while ago but deleted cuz my blog got hidden :P (+ some doodles i just never posted lol)
(posting on my main jic tumblr tries sum shit again)
#splatoon#agent 8#agent eight#agent 3#captain 3#agent three#captain three#agent 24#fanart#suggestive tw#nudity tw
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Let's see what's under the jester ruffles...
#ruff ruff#get it?#suggestive#suggestive tw#crk#cookie run kingdom#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#shadowvanilla#vanilla milkshake#art#fanart#stuff i draw
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THIS IS SO GOODDDDD
valentines with patrick pls but it ends with patrick being miserable 🙏
Perfect
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Can love truly conquer inner demons, or does walking away become the bravest Valentine’s gift of all?
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Implied smut and a lot of angst.
𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST]; [MY IMAGINES AND SHORT REQUESTS].
𝐒��𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂: My Darkest Days—Perfect💌
𝐀/𝐍: I want to wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day! Never stop believing in love! And thank you so much for this request because it fits my current mood a lot!💔
The more Patrick got to know you, the more he realized how pure-hearted and kind you were, literally perfect. And at some point he couldn't stand it anymore, because how could you be so perfect? Even the way you laughed was perfect and your smile was as bright as a summer day in New York. The very day the two of you met. And somehow, Bateman knew from the beginning that your presence in his life would change everything, including himself, and he was not ready or happy for that.
But the moment you opened the window in the dark room, you couldn't blame the light coming in and eliminating everything around you, because that's how things work in our world. Simple physical laws against which we are all helpless. And every single second that Patrick was thinking about why he couldn't hurt you physically or mentally, he was suffering from the stabbing pain in his chest, as if his heart was locked in the chains of molten iron.
The man was trying to find an answer that simply didn't exist.
Finally, in desperation, Bateman even considered asking you this question—what was so special about you? Besides the fact that you were just perfect for him? And maybe for the world? But every time he tried to question you, the two of you ended up lost in the fire of passion that you couldn't control, not that you really wanted to control it. Those raw, vivid emotions soon became his most addictive drug because he could finally feel himself alive. The intimacy he despised became a need he couldn't live without, and he was so damn grateful to you that you didn't see it as his weakness. You were just being yourself, accepting him as he was.
But when the woman loved a man and the man loved a woman, but in his twisted way, it couldn't be easy, even though Patrick really tried to make it work. He just knew that one day his own rage would take over and he'd kill you—never in his life did he feel so disgusted than when he imagined your blood on his hands. And it was weird as hell.
"...and we are going to have a little kitten," you murmured, sitting next to Patrick on the warm carpet by the fireplace. "Oh God, I never asked if you even like cats..."
Trapped in his thoughts, Patrick didn't seem to notice your small talk, but when you put your head on his shoulder, he flinched a little, but didn't push you away. "I, uh, never really thought about it," he replied, looking at you. "Tell me something, darling. Are you happy here?"
With a broad smile, you giggled and hugged his arm. "Of course I am happy! Spending Valentine's Day not anywhere but in Aspen seems like a dream!"
"Dream?"
"Yes, very much like a dream," you added, glancing back at him with your doe eyes, where the fire sparks were glimmering. "I know it doesn't seem like much to you. But to me it's like a winter fairytale come true."
Bateman hummed and instinctively pecked your forehead, then your temple, until his warm lips found yours; you didn't hesitate and kissed him back, hugging his strong neck and brushing his slicked-back hair a little. There was something desperate about the way the man held you in his embrace, but you overlooked it, unable to think of anything but the heat radiating from his sturdy body.
"I must say, you always have the best way with words," he whispered into your neck before nipping at your sensitive skin, sending little shivers through your slightly trembling form. "And I like it."
You couldn't stop yourself from laughing when Patrick rubbed his nose against your neck and unintentionally tickled you. "Uh, Patrick!" You snickered and turned away from him. "Too many compliments from you today. Did something happen?"
Silence fell over the spacious room, only the faint ticking of the fireplace could be heard for a while before Bateman pulled you onto his lap and pressed you against his chest so you could hear his steady heartbeat—the soft material of his sweater felt so comforting you thought you were going to burst into tears from how much you loved this man.
"No, nothing happened," he finally replied, stroking the top of your head. "Just a little nervous about the main surprise I prepared for you."
"Huh?"
"After we're done with our planned events, I'd like to present it to you," Bateman cupped your face, his lips curled into that classic boy-next-door smile that always had the most charming effect on you. "So, have you ever been to the hot springs?"
Before heading out to the best springs in Colorado, not far from Aspen, the two of you made snowmen and played snowball before you decided to compete with Patrick in strength, trying to knock him down only to end up being pushed into the big pile of snow. After laughing for a while, Bateman noticed your slightly offended look, and the next thing you knew, the man turned around and fell on his back next to you, leaving you both giggling at how silly you both looked. But you didn't care because you were lying together in the snow, holding hands and looking up at the sky, which was so clean and white, as if it was covered with snow as well.
Was this even real?
Later, in Glenwood Springs, you found out that there were almost only two of you, and that privacy helped a lot when you were swimming naked in the hot springs, exhaling the white steam because the temperature around you was quite low.
Skin against skin, his eager lips on yours, drowning out all the little moans that tried to escape your trembling throat as he rubbed your swollen folds while you were both still submerged in the water. You wanted to claw at his skin, leaning on his shoulders and throwing your head back to give him more space as he kissed you here and there.
Patrick, mmhm, please, don’t stop.
The man longed to etch those words into his mind, along with the intoxicating sensation of owning you in every possible way. And if your soul could be touched, he could swear he would touch it with a tenderness he had never known before. Because finding someone with a pure soul was something so rare these days. Something almost surreal. Something Bateman secretly thirsted for, but realized too late.
When you came back to Aspen to the luxurious winter house he rented, you spent a dear hour reading The Great Gatsby and even though Patrick kept commenting on how stupid and pathetic it was of Gatsby to try to impress an arrogant bitch like Daisy, you both enjoyed the evening anyway because you could listen to him read the passages forever—his voice was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Still, you never really confessed it to him, thinking he would call you silly and... too romantic? Too emotional?
Emotions, emotions, emotions.
Having sex with someone doesn't mean you have feelings for them. Loving someone doesn't always mean it will last forever. Only losing someone feels like something permanent. And Patrick couldn't let that happen.
When you were busy cooking something for dinner, Bateman literally came out of nowhere, hugged you from behind, and inhaled your scent with his eyes closed. Every little detail of you mattered, every little thing—the way you exhaled in surprise, almost jumping up, and the way you were embarrassed when he slipped his hands under your top to tease your nipples, making them hard and sensitive. And as the pot slowly simmered on the small fire, you both worshipped each other, giving everything you had, until Patrick reached his limit and lifted you up only to place you on the kitchen counter, wiping everything from its surface. Almost immediately, without wasting a second, the man began to undo your pants, kneading your breasts and leaving wet trails of kisses along your belly, and when he reached your mound, he nuzzled against it and you could swear you saw his eyes shimmer, but not from fire or anything.
Were those tears?
…
You kept asking yourself the same question a month later.
How many times did you read the notebook he gave you as his "main suprise" for Valentine's Day? The gift that unintentionally broke your heart and made you doubt if you could ever fall in love again. Holding a small notebook in your hands, you opened it and traced a finger along his somewhat chaotic handwriting, then the little doodles he made, until you turned several pages and stopped on the last one, where a beautiful doodle of your little figure was drawn. And that short phrase written in the top right corner that said 'I love you', that always made you cry, but after reading it so many times now, all you felt was a void. As if everything that made you feel alive had been erased from you in the most brutal way.
Why did he leave you like this? Why couldn't he just tell you that he had met someone else? Probably someone more beautiful by today's standards. Someone he would be proud to show off in public. Why did he choose to use the fear of hurting you as an excuse? Why?
You would never believe it. It was just impossible to believe that the man who treated you like his treasure could leave you because he was afraid of hurting you, because he thought you would find someone "better", because he thought he didn't deserve you at all. Covering your face in your hands, you closed your eyes and cried, the notebook falling to your feet. But the words written inside had already left deep scars on your mind.
"...all those days when I thought about losing you, I realized that I was so selfish, thinking only of myself and never of you. So now I'm finally thinking about you, my love. Please don't cry, I hate to see you cry. And please forgive me for everything I've done. There won't be a single day that I don't think about the time we spent together. I just want you to be happy and ALIVE. With me...that wouldn't be possible. I love you...I'm sorry. I really am."
The rain fell in a steady rhythm, tapping against the windowpane like a melancholy melody. Patrick stood in the shadows, just beyond the glow of the streetlamp, his coat damp and clinging to his shoulders. From here he could see you through the frosted glass of the café, sitting alone at a corner table, a book in your hands. You looked the same, but different.
Concentrating on reading, you laughed at something in the book, and the sound carried through the glass, piercing his chest like a blade. Bateman wanted to go inside, to sit across from you and tell you everything—how he had never stopped loving you, how he had watched you from afar, how he had spent every day since he left you trying to become someone worthy of you. But he didn't move. He couldn't.
Because he knew that even now, after all this time, he still wasn't enough.
P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my writing community to know when I update!💞
#HOWLING. THIS IS SO GOOD#american psycho#patrick bateman x reader#patrick bateman imagine#patrick bateman#implied smut#suggestive#angst#suggestive tw
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bro was speaking the gospel and i was their scribe
#pokemon#pokemon swsh#pokemon dpp#pokemon sv#gym leader kabu#director clavell#galactic leader cyrus#tw suggestive#bunny suit#bunny suits#bunny ears#suggestive tw#lionhe(art)#bro posts and its grown men in bunny suits . i think this is my brand#LOL#ITS NOT OUT OF CHARACTER FOR ME :D#scorbunny#azumarill#lopunny
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Screw it, here's a silly comic from september, my christmas treat to you [suggestive under cut]
Dialogue is fainter than I remembered so I added image descriptions
Also there is more banter but I don't think tumblr would like it very much eheh
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if i dont post this now im gonna forget
obligatory YES THEYRE NAKED!!!!! I KNOW!!!!!!! THEYRE ROBOTS THERES NOTHING THERE!!!!!!!! CALM DOWN!!!!! ARE YOU 12!!!!!!!!!!!!! if youve never had nonsexual skin to skin contact its fuckin banger. i havent but its probably really nice. anyways dont repost to pinterest or tiktok pls or i will have your organs removed
#murder drones#uzi doorman#serial designation n#murder drones uzi#murder drones n#nuzi#murder drones fanart#biscuitbites#n x uzi#biscuit bites#uzi x n#suggestive tw#thecosmiccrow#cosmiccrow art
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She can only shudder when Lex pulls out of her, biting back moans and utterly failing in that fact. He feels so good inside of her, as much as his tongue, tail, any part of him. She's barely able to comprehend what he's doing, but she does after a moment and moans into his neck.
"Please...." She nods, lets him fix her so it's less obvious that they've been up to no good. "I got dizzy because of the lights, and you need to take me home to rest." Robin mumbles, pressing kisses to his neck.
it's an afterthought, but one that makes him excited ; he wonders if he could use his emanator abilities to keep this beautiful moment going, if he could keep himself inside of her without actually being inside of her. he slowly pulls out of her and brushes his fingers along her folds, murmuring something incoherent under his breath. and with a thought of making her so, utterly, beautiful for a little while longer, most of the remaining cum is kept inside of her, burning and hot.
"Do you want me to carry you back home, my beloved dove?" he coos not-so-innocently, readjusting her dress and slightly messy panties so that no one questions outright what just happened. "I'm sure I can make an excuse for us to head out into the city streets for a little while. Make sure you're comfortable?" he grins in a somewhat devious manner, eyes glinting with desire still.
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anyways have this stupid meme before i go on break jhjgkj draw a reaction to it if u want id love to see em while i lurk on here 👁️👁️
#am i shameless?#YES. -posts this immediately-#jhkjhk#suggestive#suggestive tw#odysseus#epic#epic the musical#manwhore au#SKY DRAWS.#ODYSSEUS. / art answered.#ODYSSEUS. / fc.
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No need to fight, N has two hands 😌
Plus slightly suggestive doodle of them
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#murder drones#nuzi#serial designation n#uzi doorman#murder drones n#enzi#envy#nuziv#slightly suggestive#suggestive tw#serial designation v
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THUMB IN MOUTH.sai
#WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ASHFKJGJBDF#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#nakamoto toshiro#shuro dungeon meshi#art#suggestive tw#laishuro#YES IM PUTTING IT THERE. SORRY
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i got really bored
#canid.txt#suggestive tw#cookie run#crk#cookie run kingdom#dark cacao cookie#mystic flour cookie#golden cheese cookie#shadow milk cookie#burning spice cookie#shadowspice#hollyberry cookie#dark choco cookie#espresso cookie#madeleine cookie#espresseleine#purecacao
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#gempearl#pearlgem#suggestive tw#one of them tho#wild life spoilers#?#wild life smp#pearlescentmoon#geminitay#life series#trafficshipping
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hello. here is my evil headcanon in which Yata is insanely horny for everyone in the gang. i will not be taking questions at this time. thank you
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bodice ripper
#toh#the owl house#the owl house fanart#edalyn clawthorne#eda clawthorne#toh fanart#raine whispers#raeda#suggestive#suggestive tw#raine x eda#harpy eda#toh eda
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Something something they are in love uvu <3
#morning doodle before work~#I just wanted to draw husk in boxers lets be real#also entirely not arsed to draw a background rn - forvib me#but i love themmm#historians would call them besties uvu#HAVE A GOOD DAY IF YOU SEE THIS <33#mwah!#huskerdust#angel dust#husk#husker#angel dust fanart#husk fanart#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#tribbleart#suggestive tw#/?#its not they are just being soft but just in case :'>
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