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badlydrawnmanic · 1 year ago
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academically-manics · 1 month ago
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Bro a lot of these edits have my art and it makes me tweak so baddddd
Im sorry, I can't exactly tell if this is good or bad. If it's bothersome, I can take down the edits if you'd want that!
I adore ur artstyle tho, it's so so sooo like, nghhh
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chloesimaginationthings · 7 months ago
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vanny is too gay to function, seeing the huntress just makes her mind melt haha
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Vanny is so real for this… she’s just relatable
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0vergrowngraveyard · 6 months ago
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Idea: Tails teaches Manic about explosives and Manic teaches him how to steal stuff
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tails and manic friendship my beloved
they discuss crimes and how to commit them 🩵
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porcelanitaa · 7 months ago
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not to sound like a whore but I would really like you to explain me what you think of me in the most detailed way
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dragonnarrative-writes · 5 months ago
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Transferrable Skills Part 7
Transferrable Skills Masterlist
Read on AO3
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CW: Smut, 18+/MDNI, CMNF (clothed male naked female), continued hamstring stretches (advised by the appropriate medical professional), praise, kissing, manual stimulation/fingering, touching under clothes, explicit consent, dirty talk
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The noise you make would be embarrassing if you couldn’t feel the effect it has on him, see the way his pupils almost swallow his irises. With your calves over one shoulder, he pulls your underwear clear. You expect him to toss them aside, but instead, he places them down gently next to your hip.
Then, he parts your legs to let the left one fall back to drape over his leg. Your your face gets hot when you hear how wet you are. Simon makes an interested noise, getting your left leg back into position as he pets lightly over the hair you’d thankfully groomed before your trip. His thumb dips down to just barely brush over the hood of your clit.
“Already so wet f’ me,” he rumbles. “Set your hips. Good girl.” As he straightens your leg, he shifts his own hips and makes room for his hand between you. The breath hisses out of him when his fingers slide across where you’re wet and wanting. “Fuck. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” you whimper, resisting the urge to roll your hips into the barely there touch. “Green. Green, Simon, please, I want it.”
He doesn’t make you ask again, just lets a thick finger sink in ever so slowly. His thumb rubs soft and slow, using your wetness to glide gently over your clit. You try not to moan too loudly, to hear the way he huffs into the side of your calf. For once, he’s not staring at you. Instead, his eyes are closed, breaths shallow as his finger pulses inside of you, almost metronome steady.
The heat that’s been pooling in your belly spills into the rest of your body. You can’t help but squeeze around him, once. He’s so gentle that you can feel yourself soften and open for him, until the friction is nothing but the shivery, slow ascent toward your peak. You don’t resist the urge to tip your head back with a soft sound.
After a few long moments, you flutter your eyes open. When you look at Simon, you notice the slightest tremble in his shoulders. His head is tipped down, but you can see tension in his neck, though there’s only the lightest pressure where his temple meets the leg that is still over his shoulder.
You touch the top of his thigh, surprised by how rigid he’s holding himself. “Simon?”
“Mm?” His voice is just as soft as his muscles aren’t.
Your voice comes out just as quiet. “You okay?”
The hum he gives you is noncommittal. But he keeps petting you inside and out, steady and distracting. Three fingers on his other hand tap two times. He needs some time to think, to center himself.
Did you do something to upset him? You try to sit up to speak to him. Before you can get an elbow under yourself, he squeezes his fingers toward each other, a sudden, staggering pressure that makes you fall back with a yelp. You try to twist away, but as gentle as he is, you can’t break his hold on your leg - or between your legs.
“Settle,” he rumbles, pinning you with a heated look from beneath his lashes. He starts petting over your raised thigh. “’M okay, Bambi. Ready?”
You almost say yes. Your whole body wants nothing more but to melt into him. But… “A-are you sure?”
“’F course,” His whole face softens when he smiles. “Mos’ beautiful woman in the world ‘s in bed wi’ me. Tryin’ no’ to mess my pants like a green boy.”
You end up swallowing whatever you might say to that when he curls his thick finger back up to make quick, hard strokes against your g-spot. Even as a part of you starts purring with the knowledge that he’s so undone for you, you feel yourself start to come apart at the seams.
Simon straightens your leg, asking, “Number?” Which isn’t fair of him. You have to consciously resist the building tension in your body, resist chasing the orgasm that is building ever so slowly.
“Number, Bambi,” he prompts you again, with mean pressure over your clit.
He’s barely putting any strain on your leg, just holding your it up. “Two,” you gasp. “One and a half.”
He leans forward, just a fraction, with a grin. “Now?”
“Three-ee!” you yelp as his fingers speed up.
He holds you there, watching as you struggle to relax into the stretch. Each time you start to tense into the pleasure, he slows his ministrations, just a little. Just enough to pull you back from the edge. You want to curse him out, you want to cry. It’s agony just as much as a reward, a slow syrupy pleasure that makes everything a little fuzzy around the edges.
“Doin’ so good, Bambi,” he rumbles, what you suspect is much longer than 30 seconds later. “Ready for the other one?”
You give into the urge to arch your back as he adjusts you. Your voice is so soft you’re not sure he’ll hear you when you ask, “C’n I have more?”
Simon hums as he adjusts you to drape your other calf over his shoulder. “Ask me nice.”
Your whole body feels warm and soft and pliant. “Please, Simon, can I have another finger?”
“’F course,” he coos. He straightens your leg. It’s the barest hint of pressure. You whine as his finger withdraws, then settle when he pets at you with two. “Askin’ so nice. C’n ‘ave whatever you want.”
He pushes in, slowly, before he adjusts your leg, and you’re grateful. His hands are so large, and you appreciate them in a new way, now. His fingers are so thick you have to take a few deep breaths to let him in fully. You can feel the groan that scrapes its way out of his chest. Your own hands seek his thighs, clenching the cloth of his sweatpants in a shaky fist as he pushes your leg where it needs to go.
He doesn’t seem to need your input this time, pushing your leg just to where you need it. Or maybe he did ask, but you’re too focused on the gentle and implacable way he caresses you inside to hear him. He barely has to move to devastate you. Before, you had to try not to tense around him. Now? You’re not sure you have any command over your body. You’re at his mercy, the most serene you’ve ever been.
You can’t stop the noises you make when he starts moving again, little whines and moans that he echoes. The climax that has been building inches closer with every beat of his fingers. When he sets your leg back down, you only notice because he leans forward to brace his hand next to your shoulder.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and the hand between your legs gets so insistent that you have to gasp for breath. “Good girl, Bambi. Tha’s it. You wan’ to come, pretty girl?”
“Si-mon,” you hiccup, turning your head to mouth at his wrist.
“Yeah, you wan’ it,” he rumbles, ducking down to pant against your cheekbone as he works his hand. “You c’n ‘ave it, beautiful, take your reward. Come f’ me, now. C’mon.”
Before Simon, you’d never been able to come on command. After a few months, his voice could coax you to you peak with a little preparation. Now, with his lips brushing your skin and his presence filling your senses?
You couldn’t resist him if you wanted to.
The orgasm feels like it’s torn from behind your belly button. You can barely breathe for how it rolls through you. If Simon wasn’t caging you in, you might shake apart. As it is, you grasp at him however you can, trembling and crying out in ways you’re barely aware of. His voice anchors you through it, rasped encouragement and snarled affection that you can’t understand.
It takes all of your strength to turn your head to catch his lips with yours. Simon takes over, immediately, perfectly, and you give in to him with a panting moan. He steals your remaining breath, but also starts to gentle you down, hand and fingers gentling from earth-shattering movement to something so slow and gentle that your hips chase the echoes of sensation. He lets you. The way he kisses you, you think he really would give you anything you want.
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laprincessadelmar · 7 months ago
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you feel so cunty too
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badlydrawnmanic · 11 months ago
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academically-manics · 2 months ago
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Do you have any DNI, or anyone you prefer not to interact?
Nope ! As for now, due to the fact these are all just re-uploads, anyone is welcome to interact.
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chloesimaginationthings · 1 year ago
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Your Game!Mike is such a silly guy I love him so much
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Michael has been very silly as of late
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w1nterk1tty · 2 years ago
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shades of pink ask game !
pastel #FFD1DC - do you prefer the day or the night ?
cherry blossom #FFB7C5 - what is your favorite season ?
bubblegum #FFC1CC - do you have any habits you find annoying ?
tea rose #F4C2C2 - what is your favorite drink ?
cotton candy #FFBCD9 - do you like sweets ? favorite if so ?
french #F64A8A - can you speak more than one language ?
lemonade #F2DBE7 - what is your perfect summer day ?
piggy #FDDDE6 - what is your dream pet ? (no restrictions)
nadeshiko #F6ADC6 - where do you wish to travel ?
rose bonbon #F9429E - what are your hobbies ? or dream hobbies ?
sherbet #F78FA7 - what kind of weather do you prefer ?
lace #FFD8F0 - what is your personal style ? dream or otherwise
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feketeribizli · 2 months ago
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marci thinking dating another ginger is incest is so funny. he was fine with the british until he realised they could be ginger too he'll khs when he sees prince harry (ginger balding and incest). he's so true hating british people over a situationship tho i love u ginger british womans influence 💜
kendall and her impact 🩷
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ha1leysblog · 9 months ago
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real
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spiritually-a-deer · 2 months ago
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plss ask me stuff it's been a whileee ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
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p0rnstar-p0et · 3 months ago
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Just being a tease mister :3
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lazylittledragon · 1 year ago
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Not trying to be rude or anything but you shouldn't use the word 'manic' or 'manic period' etc. unless you actually have manic/depressive episodes because it downplays how severe those disorders can actually be. They're just words but unlearning harmful terminology like that can help destigmatise mental illness and I would hope youi would want to do that.
yeah it's almost like i used those words specifically because i DO understand how severe they are
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