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jaxxsoxxn · 8 months ago
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Boomer is surprisingly agile.
It's not a new thought for Barry, who's sitting in one of many boring JL meetings. Hal, sitting on his right, is chatting silently with a few of his fellow Green Lanterns, who decided that they wanted to be briefed into the mission, while Booster, who came only for the man, is sitting on his left and trying his best not to look miserable. And failing.
Batman's answering the seventh question asked by Plastic Man and by now, Barry's brain is going so fast that he fears he'll jolt and run through the place just to be occupied by something, anything! Yet he stays still and lazily lets himself get lost in his thoughts about the Rouge.
Digger wasn't big on stretching, above the basics, always kinda grimacing when he mentioned or out right asked him if he did Yoga. Normally, before he got his hands on the Speed Gauntlet, it didn't show half as much - normal people just didn't have the means to create enough space that this type of movement needed. Boomer, on the other hand, was natural enough with the Speed Force, that not only he made it look easy, but he also made it look so good.
His body almost moved naturally, twisting and sliding through the air like he was born for it. Few of the people closer to him, that knew about their relationship, asked about it - what's his routine, how can he do that or, usually only asked by other speedsters, how much does he know?
Which was his personal favorite, because how do you say to them that "he knows so much and nothing at all."? He can instinctively know where you'll end up before you know that while speeding, but he has no idea what exactly Speed Force is, he knows about phasing and about how you do it, he has no idea if you can run normally. He's the smartest idiot you've ever met, and he's so adorable while talking about it all, that Flash listens through his stupidest hypotheses.
He'd actually fight the Gotham's Condiment King and his goddamn old mayo shooter just to see Boomer stretch. He wonders if that'd make him even more agile or would it do nothing, since it'd be easier than his normal stuff. Can Digger do splits? Fuck, that'd be a view - he usually wasn't big on exercising or doing anything alike near him. Shame was how Harley called it teasingly, but they both knew by the way his red cheeks would give it away, that she's saying the truth.
Is there a deal to be made here? If he could get him to exercise near him like that...
Fuck maybe he didn't even need to make it a deal, maybe if he'd just say that he doubts it's a possibility for the man, he'd do it just to prove him wrong? Or maybe being sweet was the better option, if he'd get his lover comfortable enough, maybe he could help and what wouldn't he give to lay his hands on those thick thighs and-
"Flash!" a hand landed in front of him, on the table, shocking him from his thoughts. He grimaced when he noticed whose hand was it.
Slowly, he looked up at Batman, ignoring Hal's snickering on his side and the amused stare Diana tried to hide.
"Yes..?" he said, trying his best not to show how he wanted to just run, get away and jump his lover the second he was let go.
Bruce, with a heavy sigh, looked at him with enough disappointment to make him wiggle in his seat. After a few seconds of this torture, he looked up briefly and just gave up.
"Okay, this briefing was... worse than usual. At the end of this week, I'll send you the message with a new date for it, since it's not anything needing our attention immediately... You all are excused." his voice was stoic, but slightly tired, and before Flash could feel bad about it, he sent him a thankful look and bolted. Hal and his friends be damned, he will catch up with them later.
Right now he had to catch up on something else with his dear Rouge.
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sofiaruelle · 10 months ago
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Commission for the lovely @flowerandthesongstress of our fave triad, Sam, Abigail and Sebastian basking in the afterglow of a very productive band practice.
The Companion piece
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mncxbe · 7 months ago
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#SMILE FOR THE CAMERA
𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。𝒄𝒘: in which reader is an erotica photographer who goes at the same uni as Denji// spicy pics, power imbalance, biting/ marking, nsfw, denji with a collar. 𝒂/𝒏: i'm experimenting a bit with different ideas and concepts
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when you scouted Denji on campus a few days ago you didn't actually expect him to show up for the shoot. but there he was, awkwardly standing at your doorstep with his hands in his pockets, forcing that silly smile of his.
"hey so... i'm here for the pictures. dunno if you remember me. i'm Denji"
stepping aside, you let the blond enter your apartment. he looked around with curious eyes, taking in his surroundings: your place was neat, modern, nothing too expensive but certainly impressive for a college student. "yea, i remember you" you smiled, motioning him to take a seat on the leather couch"make yourself comfortable. i'll bring you a coffee and the consent form and walk you through the process."
Denji nodded, his gaze lingering on your frame as you made your way to the kitchen. you needn't even see him to know that he was shamelessly trying to look under your skirt. the coffee machine buzzed as you started it and you looked back at the blond.
he was staring at his shoes, mindlessly tapping his foot on your fluffy carpet and picking at his nails. cute... you thought, mentally praising yourself for scouting him.
Denji was one of those pretty guys who weren't even aware of how charming they were. with his dumb smile and scruffy hair he looked just like a puppy– and that was exactly what you needed for your photographs.
once you returned with his coffee you started explaining all the details: what the shoot entailed and when he'd receive the payment, you told him that you'd also use props (he didn't comment on that) and that the pictures would be sold to private buyers so there was no risk of them ending up online. Denji simply nodded, occasionally sipping his coffee as his eyes scanned the consent form. you were fairly sure he didn't even read half of it before signing his name in the corner.
"good, that's all, right? i'm ready to start when you are." he beamed and you walked him to your makeshift studio. it was a large room with boxes and racks filled with clothes and props- masks, leashes, cuffs, ropes– all that you needed for your shoots. Denji's face flushed at the sight and he looked at you over his shoulder. "are we gonna use all that?"
it took all your self restraint not to roll your eyes at him. did he really not pay attention to what you just told him? "no, Denji, we won't use everything. i'll figure out during the shoot what works and what doesn't, but let's take it easy. take off your shirt for now."
the blond hastly discarded his washed up t-shirt on the floor and crosses his arms over his chest. You were stunned to see how toned his body was, but it was a pleasant surprise. setting up your camera, you took a few experimental shoots, adjusting the lights.
Denji's excitement and confidence wavered when you started photographing him. he had no idea how to sit or stand or what to do with his hands and seeing you in front of him certainly didn't help his situation. to ease up the tension, he forced a smile, trying to make conversation.
"can I ask you something? i was wondering what made you choose me? i mean, i'm not the most handsome guy around."
there it was, the question you hated answering most. all guys that you work with were under the impression that there was something special about them. in a way, there was, but you never told them the truth, just like you wouldn't admit it to Denji. after all, how could you tell him that you didn't choose him for his looks, but for his attitude? he was the ideal model: compliant, a bit shy and obviously attracted to you. half hoping that you'd sleep with him after the shoot or at least let him take you out on a date, he was eager to please, to earn your praise, to give himself up on a silver platter for a pat on the head. and you could tell all that just by the way he looked at you with that imploring expression.
"i really like your hair" you said instead "and don't worry about your appearance, making you look good is my job. i work with average and make it spectacular."
your answer seemed to satisfy his curiosity for he smiled, looking down at his body "ah I see. it's good then"
from then you officially started the shoot.
as expected, Denji did everything you asked him to. he did a good job hiding his nervousness, swallowing the lump in his throat whenever you stepped closer to him or put him in different positions. the photos weren't that explicit, he'd expected way worse, so little by little, you eased him into the shoot. his tense muscles relaxed and the pictures got better. that was the key to a good shoot, making them feel comfortable enough to give you what you wanted.
"okay... these are great. you're doing a good job, Denji" you hummed and the blond's cheeks flushed red at your praise. "i wanna try something different now. get on your knees"
Denji kneeled, his gaze following you as you scrambled through a box of props. he tried not to stare at your thighs but hell, they looked so pretty in those fishnets and that tight skirt you wore hugged your curves so perfectly. he could feel his pants tighten at the sight but he quickly regained his composure when you turned to face him. you closed the distance between you two, crouching in front of him. "i want you to put this on" you smiled softly, handing him a black collar.
a trace of uncertainty flashed on his features but he eagerly complied, unbuckling the collar and wrapping it around his neck. you could feel his rapid pulse when you helped him fasten the collar, his ragged breaths hot against your cheek. "is it comfortable?"
"yea, super okay." he deadpanned, his voice a bit shaky. you attached the leash to the metal ring of the collar and wrapped it around your left palm, giving it an experimental tug. Denji huffed, a hushed mewl spilling from his lips.
"s-shit sorry for that..." he fumbled, blushing even more but before he could finish his apology you lifted your foot off the floor and placed it on his shoulder, shifting closer to him. your heel dug painfully into his skin but he couldn't care less about it. his breath grew shaky as the inner part of your thigh brushed against his cheek. "what are you doing?"
"trying out some new angles. you look good like this." you answered in a level voice, though you couldn't deny that seeing Denji like this had an effect on you. he did little to hide how much he was enjoying himself: his eyes were glazed over, droopy, a dumb smile etched onto his lips. from where you were standing you could clearly make out the outline of the bulge in his pants.
"don't you think we're a bit too close? i mean, is this professional?" he mumbled between the clicks and blinks of your camera, asking such an innocent question as if he weren't about to cum in his pants. professionalism my ass you wanted to retort but you bit your tongue, knowing that he was simply trying to make conversation and calm his nerves.
"some of the buyers like it when there's a feminine presence in the pictures too. if it helps with anything, just think of me as a prop."
"I see..." he mused, moaning softly as you gave a leash another tug, making him look up at the lens. "what other stuff do they like?"
Denji rested his head on your thigh, peering up at you. his brown eyes looked so pretty in this light and you could feel your stomach churn. you shouldn't be attracted to him, it was one of your ground rules– keep your work and private life separate. still, maybe indulging him wouldn't be that bad... it was just a simple conversation.
"all kinds of stuff" you answered, adjusting your position so that his chin rested on your navel, his head tilted up at the camera. he looked just like a puppy. "everyone is into something different, some prefer close ups, others full body shorts with light props, most of them aren't that much into the extreme stuff like full on bondage..."
your voice drifted off for a moment but Denji's gaze never left yours "anyway, as a general rule, the photos that sell the best are the expressive ones"
"expressive how?" he asked meekly and you snapped a few more pictures before answering. "I guess people want to buy emotions. they don't buy a portrait just because the model is pretty, they want to be able to feel what you feel. that's why more intimate pictures sell so well"
you took a step back and Denji quickly grasped your thigh, pulling you closer. you wanted to slap his hand away but something prevented you from doing it. he seemed... contemplative? his gaze traced your body as he caressed your skin with his thumb, toying with the mesh fabric of your stockings "so I should show emotion?" he eventually asked, letting out a dry chuckle "and here I thought i had to act like a tough guy."
without a warning, Denji hooked your leg over his shoulder and looked back at you again. "think we can take more photos like this?"
"s-sure" you said hesitantly, not knowing what he had in mind. you yelped when the blond suddenly bit down on your thigh, his sharp teeth piercing through your stockings. his tongue flicked over the indent marks as he sucked on your skin, leaving red marks behind. when he looked back at you his once shy, calculated expression was gone, replaced by a lustful one. you quickly snapped a picture and checked to see how to turned out– it was the best so far and you instantly knew it'd make good money.
"shit, Denji. keep doing that" you urged him and he obeyed, returning to kissing and licking your skin. his hands gripped your thigh, kneading your soft flesh as his mouth worked its way up to the edge of your skirt then slipped under.
you knew you should put an end to this before it got too far but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Denji's hands came to rest on your hips as he pushed up your skirt and licked a stripe of your clothed cunt, his hungry eyes locked on yours. you almost dropped the camera at the feeling, your body shuddering lightly as your fingers tangled in his hair. "fuck–" you huffed and Denji moaned into your pussy, dragging his tongue along the fabric of your panties.
"is this alright?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper and you could feel yourself getting ten times wetter. "y-yea, it's good" you babbled out, struggling to keep yourself steady on your feet. he looked up at you wish a lovesick smile as he pulled down your panties and you placed the camera back on its tripod.
the shoot was the last thing on your mind as you grinded on his face, your face scrunching up in pleasure. you got all the photos you needed anyway, you put in some good, honest work. why not reward yourself a little? pushing back the nagging thoughts in your mind telling you not to break one of the few rules you set for yourself, you allowed Denji to work you up to your high.
the rest of the evening was like a fever dream. if someone were to tell you that's you'd end up fucking Denji by the end of the night you'd laugh in their face. still, you could hardly help yourself when he was so eager to please you. so you simply got carried away and crossed some personal boundaries, which resulted in one of the best nights of your life. but you felt a bit bad for him, he was a sweet guy who deserved more than a hookup.
that's probably why you agreed to give him your number and go on a date with him before he left and offered to send him some of the pictures from last night (something that you never did since you didn't want your work to end up in some weird corner of the internet). yea, it was surely just pity, cause there was no way that you actually caught feelings for Denji after that night... right?
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smolestboop · 3 months ago
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Max Affinity! 💕 Amorous 💕
(full pic on my spicy twitter alt: @unwise_boop)
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herefortheships · 2 months ago
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We’ve seen how crazy yet lowkey romantic the Beetlebabes wedding is, so that makes me wonder: what do you suppose their wedding night would be like?
I have to say I hadn't thought about this one yet! How could their wedding night go?! Hmm... Let's muse about it for a bit then! ✨
It looked like he really enjoyed being tossed around by Delores on their wedding night, and he went pretty wild himself. But what I see in that scene is that Betelgeuse is a man who will match your freak. So whatever Lydia's freak is, this man will match it. I think he's the kind of man who will very enthusiastically let his lady do to him whatever she wants in bed, and he'll make sure she's enjoying herself. But Lydia better be ready, because, you better believe it, he's gonna bring his own freak too. 😏
There will be a lot of tender loving as well, no doubt. Beej has been waiting for this night for years, and Lydia, I'm sure has never been loved the way Beej loves her (sorry Richard, you can't be compared lol), and he's gonna pour all of that love and desire onto her with a passion Lydia didn't think possible. He's gonna worship her body in a way she's never experienced before, I'm sure. This girl is gonna learn some things for the first time ever in her 50s.
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projectbluearcadia · 1 year ago
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Work-Life Balance
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Lucifer x GN!MC
[ Scenario: Not only are you Lucifer's student, but you are also his spouse. Only a select few are privy to the latter information, and both of you intend to keep it that way. Nevertheless... you do want to push his buttons. ]
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The sound of chalk tapping against the chalkboard. The dusky Devildom classroom, lit by dozens of deep blue will ‘o wisps silently buzzing around the room. The feeling of the pen grinding against your writing callus as you hurriedly copied down each complicated symbol, struggling to keep up with the chalk. The smoky, familiar smell that greeted you as the professor made his rounds to check on everyone’s work. 
This is your magic classroom. 
“As you all seem to be comfortable with basic water enchantments, we’ll be moving onto section 2.4 today,” the black-haired male announces after he’s returned to his desk at the front of the lecture hall. The glare of the will ‘o wisps shimmers off his glasses, temporarily dying the lenses blue before you shift your head over another person’s. “Has anyone read ahead of the today’s lecture notes?” I have, because I watched you write them. “No one?” 
“I have, Lord Lu—er, Professor,” someone says timidly, and your professor gives the barest hint of a smile. 
“Then would you care to tell your peers what I’m going to teach for the remainder of today’s class time?” 
“Fire magic fundamentals.” A collective groan, one which the professor quickly puts an end to with a quick look. Although he is surprisingly forgiving, every one of Professor Lucifer’s students knows that he isn’t a man to be trifled with, and not just because he and his family have been personally hired by RAD’s President, Diavolo. 
“If you’re going to groan, I frankly have no idea why you’ve bothered coming to my class,” Lucifer says, taking his time to look over the room. “This is Sorcery 101, Magical Constitution and Control. If you struggle in one area, you struggle with all of them. I do not care if you all are used to the fire affinity. You will learn from the ground up, and you will learn it properly in this class. Understand?”
“Yes, Professor…” is the resounding, chastised mumble that flows through the hall. 
“Now, let us begin by disproving a few common myths about fire magic…” Lucifer begins, and his scrawl quickly covers the board as he draws a perfect inscribed pentagram. “MC, our human student, came to my office hours to ask about this when we covered section 2.1, raw energy, and I believe now would be an appropriate time to answer their question. They asked, ‘can I shoot a fireball if I just tell the energy to do that?’ Who would like to answer that question?” You shrink a little in your seat; of course he mentions that embarrassing conversation that definitely was not during his office hours. 
Lucifer turns and nods at one of the students raising their hand, and they say: “Yeah. Fire is raw energy.” 
“You are both correct and incorrect,” Lucifer replies, and for not the first time, you feel bad for the student, but it was more kind than him normally declaring an answer completely wrong. “Fire can be manipulated from raw energy very easily, but to say that it is raw energy is incorrect. How does fire appear in the human world, MC?” 
“Er, carbon combusts in the presence of oxygen… is the general rule,” you reply. Wait, does whatever the hell happens with the sun or event horizons or lava count? 
“That is one of the ways, yes,” Lucifer replies. Dammit! “Fire requires a fuel source, and similarly, magic activation for fire requires extra energy to combust and change form. In other words, there is a secondary, constant cost to fire magic activation, similar to other magic we have covered. I would say you waste about 1.5 times more energy using fire magic over raw power.” A few of the students shrink in their seats, clearly guilty parties. “Does that answer your question, MC?” 
“...yes,” you reply, feeling a bit sulky, and Lucifer gives you the briefest snarky little smirk. Oh, he would pay for that.
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“MC, I thought we agreed no more using my office hours,” Lucifer sighs as you knock on the open door to his room. It’s a quiet place, complete with a clean blackboard, a well-used box of chalk on its metal ledge and four chairs tucked tight against a long table against the wall. Lucifer’s computer sits open at his desk, facing away from you, but you know well enough he’s grading assignments right now. “You’re using time that other students need.” 
“And?” you ask, closing the door behind you. “I need you more than them, Professor.” Oh, that tone? You’re going with that tone? Here, in Lucifer’s office? 
“MC,” he says warningly, but you’re stalking up to his desk, placing your hands onto the polished wood as you bend your head down to Lucifer’s. “MC… This is not the time…” He doesn’t mean that, not in the slightest; you can hear his sternness slowly being exchanged for tenderness and desire, and you find yourself smiling as you bring one hand up to caress his soft, pale cheek. 
“Can’t you make a little time for your spouse?” you ask, and Lucifer blinks slowly at you, his crimson eyes melting further. He is melting in your hands like chocolate on a warm Halloween. 
“Darling, I love you, but I’m working,” he murmurs, returning your cheek caress. “Can’t you wait for me?”
“No,” you murmur, your lips practically touching his. Stubborn bastard won’t kiss you right now though, no, because that door could open, and then what? Some kind of student-teacher sex scandal? Oh, but the prospect of being caught is so dangerously tempting. You’d be lying if it hadn’t crossed your mind that you could live out fantasies most people couldn’t dream of, if not for Lucifer’s (and your) need for this to be kept a secret. 
“I’ve had a very long day,” he says, his eyes wandering across your face, then down your collar and lower, scanning you as if confirming for himself that you’re standing there. “And you’re pushing me, MC.” Well, that’s the intent, honeybunch. 
“You can take it out on me, Lucifer,” you whisper, “You know I can take it, and what’s the harm anyway?” 
Lucifer’s lips part, and he captures you in a kiss for a moment before you pull away, leaving him confused. 
“MC?”
“Thank you, darling; I’m all refreshed.” You straighten up from his desk. “Oh, did you think I was serious? I was only joking, Luci; we can’t do that here. Who knows what hapless student might bear witness!” You laugh a little at Lucifer’s annoyed face. He can’t argue with you on this either, because he knows damn well that you’re right, even if there weren’t a lot of students brave enough to use his office hours.
“...you’re welcome,” he replies with a slow, irritated sigh. “I should assign you 20 extra problems from the next unit.” 
“Oh yeah?” 
“I think I will,” Lucifer says after a moment, a smile slipping back across his lips. “Due at midnight tonight.” 
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Perfectly,” he replies, returning back to grading papers. “In fact, let’s make it a test. It’ll be awfully difficult for you to write while your face is pressed against your answer sheet, so I’ll read it out to you, and you’ll need to tell me what the right answer is. If you fail, you’ll certainly need to come to me for some supplementary lessons.” 
Well, shit. That backfired. 
…not like you’re complaining though.
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ship-ambrosia · 2 months ago
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Star rail should let me kiss Luka on the mouth actually
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bubba-draws · 2 years ago
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He’s doing Bayonetta poses offscreen on that third panel
Based on this
Commission Info | Buy me a Ko-fi?  
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fidgetspringer · 1 year ago
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It’s fox terrier timeeeee, what are doing???
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Her name would be Teak!
We'd probably try to find someone doing barn hunt over here, which i'm not sure is a thing. She'd be my hot water bottle during the winter and she'd nip at people when we go sledding.
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hideandseaking · 1 month ago
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I know it's not like real cooking if I'm heating up frozen veggies and pouring campells curry sauce over it and heating it in the pan and putting frozen shrimp tempura in the air fryer but I did make my own rice with chicken broth to put the veggie curry over and it was very tasty. I am very proud of myself cause like. It's me TRYING to give myself proper nutrients and meals with the limited skills and resources I have while also trying to learn. I am happy with myself for doing that tbh so please look at my dinner that I'm very proud of cause it looks legit
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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 8 months ago
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Hi Hi!! Would you be able to write Faust slightly spicy headcanons? 🙏🙏
Faust Slightly Spicy HC's
This man is THE whining brat you'll ever meet. Like if you don't pay attention to him he's whining for you to touch him please anything-
Will beg for anything. He's needy just pay attention to him tbh or more
Faust is the biggest brat we all know this. But there are some times where he flips the script and messes with you.
Okay for this scenario your taller than Faust, so when he acts like a brat and you lean over him and say "Behave." He has a slight shiver up his spine-
When you do slightly dominating things like keeping your hand on the lower part of his back while walking or even letting him hold your arm.
He also likes it when you help pick out an outfit bc he loves your input. But he'll tease saying how he should wear this crop top but he might get flirted with-
You shrug and say if anyone makes him uncomfortable you'll deal with it. It makes him giddy <33
Faust likes sitting in your lap while you have a hand on his thigh-
He gets 'comfy' but we all know what he's doing.
As your relationship goes deeper (heh) he will try some stuff you want to do, messing around in public kinda seemed a bit intriguing to him-
•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•idk if this isn't slightly spicy bc I've been up since 6 pm yesterday and it's 12 send help•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•
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quietlyblooms · 1 month ago
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hmmm what animal do y'all associate with chiyo...
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sepiasys · 3 months ago
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Went out to get stuff with bestie(?)
We gots cup noodles and banana drink :3 he got blue takis -,_-, (the dust has hurt our throat so we dont rlly eat them bc of that)
I can taste how salty the cup noodles are lol
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spicymiilk · 2 years ago
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I need encouragement to write. Give me the most random avatar pairing and a few key words/a base idea (whatever you can cook up that's vague enough to give me room for interpretation).
I’ve got two ideas for you
Mo’at and Spider: Spider has to be treated by her because the humans can’t
or Spider and Mo’at find themselves having an actual conversation for the first time ever
Rotxo and Spider: two weird, outcast, parentless losers find themselves connecting over a shared distaste for the budding relationship between Ao’nung and Neteyam
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byler-4-life · 2 years ago
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Unpopular ST opinion: Will and El will never be as close as Will and Jonathan.
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teeth-farie · 2 years ago
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want period sex with mammon☹️☹️
AUGH I know you probably meant mammon being the one with the period but I got the sudden thought of him with blood all over his face and I. Hggggughhhhh
The blush on his cheeks pale in comparison to the red of your blood smeared across his lips and chin, staining his teeth and coating his tongue. Mammon had long since sworn off human meat, as did (most) of his other brothers. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a craving here and there—and you certainly knew how to satisfy it.
Whenever he got the whiff of your cycle approaching, he was at your beck and call, fussing over you- but not fussing over you because he’s the Great Mammon and he never becomes a humans little helper— Ahem.
And when you’re all cozy he likes to lay his head by your stomach, nuzzling his cheek against your skin and not so subtly inhaling the faint scent of blood, now that he knows you bleeding doesn’t automatically equal a horrible death for you. And really, it’s his pleasure when you grab his hair and tell him you’re feeling some kind of way. He already wanted his face there anyway.
Mammon is in utter bliss when you allow him between your thighs, lapping and kissing over the hypersensitive area. Carefully, he suckles on your swollen clit, purring softly when you scratch his head. You’ll praise him, call him your good boy, your lovely demon, your obedient, desperate pet. And he’ll gasp for air with his face coated in discharge and blood, swallowing down a couple breaths before going back to it, nuzzling his lips and tongue against your mound, sucking off your clit until you reach that glorious high that makes you forget about the pain, if only briefly.
He’ll rest his cheek against your thigh as you let the post orgasm bliss settle into your bones, cooing and chirruping when your fingers tug and twirl his hair. He winds up smearing the blood from his face onto your thigh again, but he’s more than happy to lick you clean again
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