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astray-anomaly · 3 months ago
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Uhhh- throws and runs
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cute-sucker · 6 months ago
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being rafe's girl meant giggling along to his jokes, as his hand was possessively wrapped around your waist.
being rafe's girl meant sitting in his lap during important meetings, bright eyes, and whispering in his ear every single time you didn't understand something (50% you were just looking at him confused)
being rafe's girl meant wearing your wedding ring, and whenever someone got too close - flashing it in their eyes so they knew who you belonged to
being rafe's girl was seeing him in his worst, and best, as his bleary eyes called out for you, you cooed at him like he was the prince in your fairy tales
being rafe's girl meant going to the beach, before shrieking going into the water, and then jumping out with a cute pout on your face, demanding that rafe buy you an ice cream
being rafe's girl meant that he would smile at you earnestly, from ear to ear, and someone people would be so shocked seeing you - a cute thing that was hanging on his lap
being rafe's girl meant going to his work and accidentally getting mistaken for his worker, and ending up doing some work at his firm before him coming to find you
being rafe's girl was getting special attention the minute rafe found out you had been mistaken for his worker, and getting that very same person who forced you into the job fired
being rafe's girl meant playing the piano for him, and then shly asking rafe to join, as you watched his trembling hands reminisce of a time that was better than all
being rafe girl was jumping into his arms every single time he came home, kissing his cheeks, and then telling him how much you missed him,
being rafe's girl meant many things <3
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nicoleknives · 3 months ago
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have a little of Shane angst bc I need a way to express negative feelings and there's nothing better than to draw a drunk and chicken obsessed man from a farming game suffering a bit
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demigods-posts · 5 months ago
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imagine the whiplash of seeing percy and annabeth being affectionate with each other around camp after watching them beat around the bush for four years. you see annabeth working on her blueprints or some shit. and percy walks over to her from the nearby field. you're fully prepared to see them skirt around their feelings like usual. and then get taken aback when annabeth flirts with him like she enjoys watching the tide in his eyes change color. so captivated by the sea she'd willingly drown in. and percy just smiles and blushes, and stares at her with love in his eyes, not even daring to hide it. he kisses her on the mouth afterward like it's as easy as breathing and says something about meeting by the lake after the campfire. and you just have to reevaluate your outlook on life over the next few weeks.
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satoruxx · 6 months ago
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stubble toji but u squeal when he eats u out
had to take a minute to breath nonnie bc oh my god
stubble toji is insufferable with it too, because he knows how you normally react when he's pressing the rough texture of his jaw against your skin. god knows he'll take advantage of it in every possible situation.
taunts like crazy, saying things like "what's wrong, doll? still hate the feelin'?” even as his hands grip your thighs and spread them apart. you scoff, cheeks practically on fire as you look down at his smug grin.
"quit teasing, toji."
he just chuckles throatily, chin brushing over the skin of your inner thigh just barely, and he mentally notes the way you shiver at the feeling.
toji already drives himself crazy when he eats you out, mostly because the choked moans and whines that he can pull from you with a skillful flick of his tongue has his pride singing.
but when you squeal in between your gasps, caught off guard by the rough sensation in between his licks—that is a different high all together.
he groans against your skin when you do, stubble pressing deep against it as he suckles at your clit eagerly.
the sound, quite literally, goes straight to your core.
“ah fuck baby, that’s it,” he grunts, fingers tightening around your thighs in a way you know will leave marks. he deliberately presses his jaw into you when he can, eyes hooded as he hears the sound it pulls from you. “feel good, huh?”
“uh huh—” you nod eagerly, unable to stop your hips from bucking into his tongue as he teases your clit and laps up your juices. “so good.”
an evil smirk as he pulls back, chin glistening and eyes satisfied. “thought you always whine about how my stubble is too scratchy.”
“it is,” you huff—adamant. “you’re always tormenting me with it.”
“don’t hear you complaining now,” he murmurs—smug. his lips find your clit again, sucking and licking until your vision goes hazy. “still want me to shave?”
you’ve never said no quicker in your life.
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wh0re4elliewilliams · 6 months ago
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WHY DID THEY CUT ME OUT OF THE FRAME?!
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arkngth · 29 days ago
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not cringetober bc i was busy today
but i did get a doodle done for 40 years of thomas the tank engine <3
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shoyoist · 26 days ago
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thinking about hinata getting a tattoo of your name on his body somewhere while he's overseas for a game.
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he even goes the extra mile and asks you, very innocently, to write your name out in cursive and send a picture of it to him — he said he'd put the picture on one of his lockscreens, and you'd bought the excuse!
so yeah, he gets a tattoo of your name in your cursive handwriting, on his body. maybe to one side at his waistline, or on his thigh where you'd usually sit, or on the back of his neck, or underneath his collarbone... or even on the left of his chest, right over his heart. ❤️
he thinks it's so romantic, thinks he's so smart to have gotten the idea to have it done in your own handwriting. he shows it off proudly to his team, and he's so excited to go back home to you. to show you your named inked out on his skin, with your own beautiful cursive in deep black.
except... he forgets.
it's a small tattoo that heals within a couple of weeks — and silly him, he gets distracted by the games, distracted by the electric glory of his wins, distracted by the after parties — so by the time he's on that flight back home to you, it's entirely slipped his mind.
you meet hinata at the airport, so glad to be reunited with your husband, and he sweeps you off your feet and kisses you soft and sweet and warm all over your face and neck. he tells you, "i missed you, sunshine." and squeezes you tight to his warm, heavy body— drawing in your smell and the feel of you like he's starved. like he was gone for years and not just two months. "i missed you, too, shoyo." you sigh, kissing him back.
and, well, it's only days later — two entire night of sharing the same bed again, two lazy mornings of cuddles and two dinner dates later — that you find out about the tattoo, and it's also only when you see it for yourself.
you're both getting undressed for a shower — and after being away from one another for so long and another day together without any sex, you're starting to feel a little hazy from the lack of him. unable to simply sit back and stare while he reveals his tanned, muscled body to you, you head over to him, and he immediately turns around to take you by the waist, large hands on your soft skin— when you put your hand to the nape of his neck and run your fingers into his curls, he almost purrs. he's just as needy for you.
and then !! just as your lips are about to meet in an open-mouthed kiss, you catch sight of the cursive on his skin. "shoyo?"
"hm?" he blinks, unaware of your discovery, wondering why you'd suddenly drawn your face away from him. "what is it?"
you reach out to press your thumb against the tattoo, almost feeling the red, raised skin that would've been there when it was still fresh.
you're a little stunned, but your heart fills with the remembrance of how adored you are by him, and it makes you almost giddy.
it's beautiful. you realize it's in your own handwriting, and you remember when he asked you to write your name and send a photo. tracing the letters with your index finger, you ask him, "is this... when did you get my name tattooed on you, baby?"
and that's when hinata finally remembers. "oh! oh, oh i — shit, i forgot about that." his eyes widen, mouth splitting into a sheepish grin. he leans back so you can see it a little better, and laughs nervously. "um, yeah, i got it about three weeks back. i was just... missing you so much more than usual this time, so i wanted to do something special. i was going to surprise you with it when i got back, but then..."
he trails off, face flushed so hard with embarrassment that his complexion is nearly brighter than his fiery hair. he's so fucking cute, you could eat him alive. "you forgot." you laugh. "shoyo, you got a tattoo of my name on you, and forgot about it only weeks after?"
"it's not like that." he pouts, grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him. "i thought you'd like it." you finally look away from the tattoo and look back at your husband, sliding your hands up the muscled panes of his chest, still laughing softly. you cup his face, stroking his cheeks gently with your thumbs, and you kiss him. "i do like it, shoyo. i love it. i just think you're so silly, too."
"'m not silly." he whines, letting you kiss him, closing his eyes and relaxing into your touch.
"yes you are," you giggle. "and you're a smart cookie for sneaking this on me. oh, and you're such a romantic. missed me so much you had to let everyone know i own you, mm?"
"yeah, something like that." he huffs, biting at your earlobe, sending a shiver up your spine.
"silly." you breathe, as he runs his hands up and down your bare back and your waist, pressing his fingertips in just how and where you like it. and there's the moment where the air becomes charged between you both.
you really might lose your mind. you can't wait for him to cum into you with your name inked out on his body. and when you lock eyes with him, he knows what you want.
"we'll see who's really silly," hinata grins, teeth glinting almost as bright as his eyes, turning you towards your bathroom. "when i'm done letting you know just how much i missed you."
"try me." you tease, and when he laughs, tightening his hold on you and tugging you in for another kiss, it knocks the breath out of you this time. the intensity of it is already enough of a giveaway for you. shoyo may be silly — but he also knows how to ruin you <3.
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irishmammonagenda · 8 months ago
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"Mams, I have some news for you." You say, hands behind your back at a weird angle, clearly hiding something.
"Not now, MC, the Great Mammon's busy." The Avatar of Greed dismisses you in an attempt to take his focus away from the way he perked up like a lovesick puppy when he heard your voice.
"But Mams, it's super important."
Mammon looks up from his DDD and stares at you expectantly, when he once more realises he's behaving like a lovesick puppy, he stares at his nails instead, scoffing. "This better be good, human. Do ya think I have all day?! Cus I don't!"
"But Mams! You're a dad now! You have to make time for your family!"
Mammon splutters, dropping his phone and falling off of his bed. "I'm a WHAT??!!! MC who's lyin' to ye! I'm not a dad!!!"
"Yes you are!" You bring your arms out from behind your back to reveal a small little black blob with small little golden horns, wearing an equally small black top hat with yellow accents.
"Papa!" Little D No.2 exclaims from your arms.
"ARRRGH!! The Great Mammon is not yer papa Little D!!!" Mammon shouts, attempting to cover the blush on his face.
You pout, Little D No.2 mirrors your expression. "But Mams! He's the spitting image of you! He's even got your horns! Are you abandoning our child?!"
"Yeah, Papa are you abandoning our chil-...wait hold on I am the child-....Yeah! Papa are you abandoning yer child?!"
"See! He even talks like you! He said yer!"
"T-t-that proves nothin'!! I-I'm not a dad!" Mammon splutters.
You look at him sulkily. "D-do you not wanna have a family with us...I mean how could you say no to this face?" You pinch Little D No.2's cheek and push him out towards the Second Born. "He's adorable! He gets it from you!"
"Fine! I'm a dad! Now please....stop poutin'?" Mammon almost pouts himself before his learned bravado makes another show. "Ahem...! What I was tryna say was....I, the Great Mammon don't care if you pout or not!"
Little D No.2 stage whispers to you. "Psst, what Mammon means to say is that he's so deeply unequivocally in love with you he hardly knows what to do with himself!"
Mammon sputters and shouts something in protest, but you just grin. "Awww! I love you too Mams!"
Mammon subconsciously preens at the praise before staring daggers at a sniggering Little D No.2 as you cradle it in your arms like a baby and coo to it things like 'You look so much like your papa! Yes you do!' and tap its little top hat before booping the small creature's nose, or where a nose should be on a Little D.
Mammon cracks a soft smile watching the scene; not that he'd ever admit it. Even though Little D No.2 was a little shit, he wouldn't mind someday having little shits of his own with you and starting an actual family, except he hoped they'd look like you.
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cute-sucker · 6 months ago
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rafe cameron deserved soft love.
soft love meant peppering kisses on his face, and grazing his bangs out of his face, sometimes telling him how lucky you were that he was here with you.
soft love meant getting him his favorite snacks, and letting him choose the movie. letting him into your heart, and cuddling up to him, as you slobbered all over his sweatshirt, his rough hands coddling your small body.
soft love meant laughing at him, teasing him so much until that grumpy look on his face disappeared, and all that was left was a sparkle that you wanted to store in your ribcage before it all went away.
soft love meant wearing a little necklace that had a 'r,' on it, and letting your manicured hand touch upon it, and letting him kiss you so hard that you saw stars, telling him, swearing to him that you were all his.
soft love was telling rafe that he was your favorite, even as he told you to shut up at night, you would continue to whisper sweet things into his ear. his lean body would be soft in yours, as if the compliments did have an effect.
soft love meant making origami for him, little paper cranes that he would carry around everywhere he went. rafe's truck were adorned with pink cranes with so many stuffing his office it was the only thing he saw.
soft love meant letting him kiss the creases on your fingers after they were so sore from making the origami. it meant was pouting, and asking him to kiss away all of your paper cuts. it meant giggling as very serious tough rafe cameron complied to your every wish.
soft love meant talking to him in his worst, when his hands shook and he could barely hold himself together, his words slurring, and his body leaning into yours. it meant wiping away his tears, and telling him he was allowed to cry.
soft love meant you loved him through the bad and good. it meant letting him shatter in your hands, as you told him everything was going to be okay.
soft love meant buying him flowers, even as he told you to quit it. 'i'm a man, that's what men do,' and letting him know that he deserved flowers no matter the day, and that although he didn't agree-he was getting them.
soft love meant blabbering to him at night, as he listened to your yapping, your soft body molded into his as if that was the only way it was supposed to be. he was the thorn in your side, and your sun in the sky.
soft love meant bringing him lunch when he forgot, knowing that he was hungry while you danced up in a sundress, and telling him that no matter the time, the day, you would never forget him.
soft love was what rafe cameron deserved.
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ossiethegreat · 2 months ago
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dust/murder for @mintflavoredfemurs :3
I have no idea what I was doing with the colors but yeah. I don’t draw murder a lot ; ;
Murder belongs to ask-dusttale
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4ever-feral · 1 month ago
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Appreciation post for Hugh’s little side smile 😩
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marimeeko · 3 months ago
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Katsuki is canonically spending a bunch of his income on funding Izuku's support suit, but I would also like to posit that IZUKU is spending a bunch of his own money on a growing collection of DynaMight merch.
If he lives alone, it shares an extra room with his AllMight collection.
Imagine Izuku taking a moment after his stressful day to lounge on a large pile of Dynamight squishmallows 😂
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katy-89 · 5 months ago
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I swear every time I read a post from the badger mole and any other hardcore zutara shipper i'm losing braincells. How can people take her seriously? :/ I get it, you all like zutara, but do you also like this series at all? Because you are literally rewriting this show and the main character to make a crack ship looks better, which is insane 🤦‍♂️
Mind you, this is Aang in the CANON SERIES
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There are many other moments but i'm not wasting my time posting it
Also...Aang acknowledge Katara's beauty three times in the whole show. Oh my God, what a crime. That's means he only care about her beauty and nothing else 🤦‍♂️
It's insane how much this character is demonized because he had the audacity to fell in love with Katara
People, it's 2024
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blond3ang3l · 4 months ago
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Being Reiners pretty little doll😵‍💫
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He’s utterly obsessed with you. Always working hard on his farm so he can make sure you can run his card going to get your hair colored or going to get a pretty outfit to show off to him. He was so in love with you. Taking you to your nail appointments and bringing you food when you get hungry, feeding it to you so you don’t mess up your wet nails. He drove you everywhere no matter how much you insisted you didn’t want to disturb him.
He always made it his priority to make sure you were taken care of. Anything you wanted was yours. The moment you even hinted you wanted a ring on that pretty finger he was already shopping. A lot of people said y’all moved too fast, getting engaged after only two years. Reiner disagreed. He knew what he wanted and he was gonna be damned if he didn’t make sure he took you off the market. Another man getting you to themselves before he could? He’d be damned.
He was more than dedicated to you. Your name tatted on him four different times. One behind his ear, across his chest, on his hip, and the last one boldly right on his right bicep. He loves that one the most because he can see it when he wraps his arms around you. He even got you name all cute and small on his ring finger for when he has to take off his ring when he had to work. You were just as tatted as him. His initials between your chest, right above your ass in a tramp stamp, on your wrist, and on your ankle.
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But most of all he loved feeding you deep strokes after a hard and long day. A tight grip on your waist with one hand and his other one forcing your head into the bed. His large body covering yours as he grunted into your ear. It was a sight to him, the tears in your eyes only fueling him on. Hearing you whine and cry out to him was something he wanted to hear all ours through out the day. The pretty anklet he got you with his initial rubbing against his thigh.
“Cmon baby, makin a mess creamin all over me.”
You whined in response, clawing at the pastel yellow sheets under you. He chuckled, his large hand coming down on your ass making you gasp.
“You forgot how to speak or something doll? Could have sworn I said something to you.”
“Fuck- m’ sorry daddy. I hear you. I hear you.”
“And now you’re cursing at me? You just seem to have lost your mind today. That’s alright, daddys gonna teach you exactly how to behave…”
This was not supposed to be this long I just got a little out of control I fear🎀🍒
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satorusluver · 1 year ago
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Gojo Satoru is very much one of those matching outfit type partners. He wants everybody who sees the two of you to be able to tell that you're a couple on sight. As though the fact that he follows you around like a giant puppy whenever you two are together doesn't make it obvious enough. And no, he doesn't care if his kids students think it's cringe, he thinks it's cute.
I also think that dating Satoru would be like having a sugar daddy in some ways. The man is rich and we already know from how he altered Yuji's uniform that he likes doing things like that. He definitely buys you outfits tailor made for you that he thinks you would rock, and of course would get himself a matching outfit to go along with it.
He likes to randomly surprise you with couple's accessories and has definitely gotten you those matching necklaces where yours has his initials and his has your initials. The man is always doing The Most to show his affection to you because you're one of the few people in his life he's ever made a genuine connection with.
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