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[hautepng]

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edit: updated the new skelly one

[swampybogg]

[drugsneko]

[nikonuee]

Shen Qingqiu but he's an ugly crier.

No single tear rolling down the face, immortal beauty for this transmigrator! He gets the full red, puffy-faced, swollen-eyed experience!

He's at the Immortal Alliance Conference trying to be cruel to Binghe but he's got snot running down his face and has to try and wheeze/hiccup through his Bad Guy Speech™️.

Meanwhile, Binghe's watching his usually inflappable Shizun fall apart and uses all 300 of his Protagonist IQ points to realise something's off.

System feels a sense of foreboding wash over it.

[thebrainrotsreal]

Eve, Kate, Mark and Rex! Nailing some ideas down on how I wanna draw them in the future, and enjoying messing with their designs like usual! Not a fix-it whatsoever just fun + ref for the future! I cannot do realistic styles so translating them into something I can do while still being recognizable is peak. I will mess with Rex's suit more. Trust. I Kate so much now. Look at her <333333

[vorpalfae]

[underachieverinlove]

im feeling really sad. u know what would make me feel better ? my f/o materializing beside me and kissing me 228363927372937383937 times

edit PROSHIP DNI ?.????? PLEASE ?????

[elys-ship-sailed]

hey. don't cry.

f/o holding you tenderly in their arms and whispering that everything be alright regardless of what you're going through. you'll be fine. you're safe with them.

okay?

[starshakez]

Your f/o loves you, even on the days you find it hard to love yourself. When everything feels hard, they’re right there, loving you quietly and gently. Even if you don’t see it what they see about yourself, they love every part of you

To them, you’re perfect just as you are. And you always will be ♡

[ebodebo]

You should go to your room.

Move your ear away from the wooden door and take light steps toward your bedroom, promptly forgetting whatever it is you heard.

But you can’t.

Your feet are planted, unwilling to move as you listen just outside your roommate Simon's door.

Inside, you hear his soft groans, and the wet sounds of him stroking his cock travel under the door, shooting straight into your ears.

You feel like a fucking creep.

And, unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time.

Ever since your dad pushed Simon into your house some weeks ago to be your bodyguard while he campaigns state to state for reelection, you have partaken in some questionable escapades.

Like stealing one of Simon’s work shirts and laying it over your face, his scent still fresh as it floods your nose as your work at your aching cunt with your fingers. Your fresh arousal meshing with the soft cotton of your panties leaving a large wet spot in its wake.

Or when you sat in the living room, watching him through the large glass sliding door as you peered into the backyard. With only a blanket covering you, you grounded yourself against a small pillow while watching him work out.

Shirtless, sweating, and with bulging biceps, he did curl-ups with a heavy set of weights. You had coaxed an orgasm so intense that you had forgotten your surroundings, and didn’t smother a loud yell.

Simon sprinted in, throwing open the sliding door. His hand rested on the gun tucked in its holster at his side.

“Everything alright?” he asked, his voice breathy yet firm.

Your skin burned, but you managed to issue a quick yes before your eyes drifted to his sweaty bare chest.

His light chest hair was matted, and his shorts rode low on his hips, revealing a strip of light hair that extended from his belly button to his pubic area.

“You need me to put a shirt on, cupcake?” he taunts with a quipped brow.

You had almost passed out, but it was harmless.

Weird, but harmless.

But, this.

This was completely different territory.

You were intruding on something so profoundly personal, intimate.

And yet, that fact didn’t stop you from slipping your cold fingers into your panties. Your pointer finger slipping inside your soaked cunt without much force.

A curse slips off his tongue as you hear the slick sounds pace increase. You can almost imagine him behind the door.

Lying in his bed, his body tight and itching for relief. Head tilted back against his headboard, as he strokes himself lazily, eyes hazy and teeth digging into his lip.

Your slip another finger inside your cunt, grinding your clit as you lean against the wall just next to his door.

Your start to think of what he would do with you if you were inside his room, bare knees pressing into the vinyl flooring as you took his cock inside you mouth, his fingers threading through your hair.

“So fuckin’ good, cupcake,” he mumbles, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He lets out a rough noise as he comes in your mouth, eyes darkening when he sees you swallow his come on your tongue.

He pulls you up, setting you in his lap, teeth nipping at your lips and lips sucking yours. He presses his finger against your clit as you grind yourself on his thigh.

“You were squirmin’ down there, huh? Need it that bad?” he grunts, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “Needy fuckin’ girl.”

Your hand presses over your mouth as you feel your body convulse around your fingers and you hear him sputter a choked noise.

You hear the soft creak of the bed as he gets off, and with your chest still heaving, you spin on your heels and pad back to your room.

After you reach your room, your body tingling, your phone chimes. You take it out, the screen glowing, and see a single text from Simon.

“Should have come in, sweet girl. Had your picture in my hand.”

[bonk-boys-beloved]

sleepy cuddles with f/o <3 being able to end your day with the person you love, your f/o mumbling sleepy sweet nothings to you with soft little kisses as you two both drift off to sleep together <3

(Incest, adults who ship with minors and nsfw DNI)

[rottingdeerteeth]

[anewp0tat0]

TRIED TO FINISH THIS BEFORE I GOT TOO MANY SPOILERS AND COULD WATCH IT I AM VERY EXCITED JUST VERY LATE

[drugsneko]

[divinit3a]

I'm so curious about your lovesick au!! May I ask what the premise is?👀

PEEKS UP AT YOU . . .

:3c . . . >:3c

@soupdweller get OVER HEREEE!! these fellas are from a collaborative au with soup. peeking emojis

ahem heem. soup's beautiful summary:

lovesick au is about a variant of the dca that fazbear created to tap into the growing idol market :D Sun leans into lolita fashion culture, while Moon represents the ouji aesthetic, and the two have a dual singing/dancing act where they perform at different venues and set events.

Eclipse is also there and has a solo act! smiling emoji :) or at least that's how everything is supposed to function until Sun gets a new assistant. He usually chews through them in a matter of days, but something is this new one sparks a part of his circuitry that he didn't even know he had…. :)

[oharaslove]

Miguel O’hara is a man written by a woman when he loves okay (At least from my perspective). He isn’t the one to take, and take, but never give. NO

He gives his all to you. He finds pleasure in giving you that. Pleasure. 

Many would say he is grumpy, avoidant, distant, reluctant to touch, cold. But all that is far from the truth when you two are together. When his hunger for you consumes his whole body, clouds his mind, his brain goes back to his most primitive instincts. However, Miguel is still aware of how delicate and soft you are, and he treats you as such. 

Miguel would never, ever, just take your body and look for his release. He would make sure you find yours first. And… not only once, maybe not even twice. 

You are his everything. His goddess. The person who made him want to love again; the one that made him see that being vulnerable was okay, that he wasn’t an unlovable monster. So… every chance he gets, he puts you on that pedestal and praises you. He talks you through it, and I’ll die on this hill. 

Miguel who, despite how desperate he is to make you feel good; to have you in his arms, he takes his time. He kisses you slowly, all his feelings poured in it. His lips brushed against sure, tongues fighting one another; tasting. Miguel loves kissing you; loves the way your breath becomes ragged, your hands roaming his body, while he does the same.

He would break the kiss, allowing you to breathe, to gasp for air, while his mouth pays attention to other spots on your body. Miguel kisses the corner of your mouth, moving downwards towards your jaw, where he peppers small pecks, before attacking your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses along your throat, occasionally sucking hard, leaving bite marks behind, which he loves. 

While his mouth focuses on your throat and face, his hands explore the rest. Miguel begins touching you slowly, shy even. He caresses your exposed skin. First, he starts cupping your face, tittling it just the way he wants it, giving him more access to your neck or a better angle to devour your mouth. But, as the kisses grow hungrier, needier, his hands become bolder. 

Miguel would slide his hands under your clothes, sometimes teasing you over the fabric. He would play with your nipples, earning gaps and moans from you, while you arched your back towards his hands. The only time his being would detach himself from you, is when taking off your clothes, so he can appreciate your naked beauty. And have more access to what he wants. 

When you first started being intimate with Miguel, you were shy about your body. Though, you quickly stopped, because this man loves you. He makes sure to make you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I mean, you think that you are imperfect? That you don’t have any titties, or ass or curves or whatever?

For him it was no problem. Miguel would make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth. You don’t have to have breasts or ass for Miguel to be all over you. You just have to be, well you. Only your waist, hips, legs, whatever size, colour, shape, texture, anything, is enough. Miguel is starved. He gives his everything for you, because from his point of view?

You are the incarnation of the word perfection. If Aphrodite were real, he wouldn't mind starting a second Troyan war. Miguel would straight up tell her, to her face, that her beauty is nothing, NOTHING, compared to yours. 

Miguel who loves kissing all over your skin. Every time he peels a piece of clothing out of you, you better count on the fact that his mouth is on your flesh before the fabric touches the floor. He pecks, gives open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of saliva across your skin; he bites occasionally being mindful of his fangs (Though, you didn’t mind if sometime he would just sink them, just for research, of course). 

Miguel loved leaving marks on your body, they were a sign of a job well done. Across your neck, chest, lower stomach and all over the inside of your thighs. He would tease the heck out of you, kissing closer and closer where you need him the most, but not coming close. Not until you are a whining mess, begging him to eat you out, he gives in. And oh, when he gives in. 

Remember when I said he was starved? Well, he could eat you out every day and still be starved. He eats you out like it is his last meal on this Earth. He leaves open mouth kisses on your clit, sucking from time to time, before moving down. First, he makes out with your hole, swirling his tongue around it, teasing you. He loves the sounds you make, you can’t blame him for that. 

His tongue enters your hole skillfully, knowing exactly what makes you shiver. What makes your legs shake and eventually, what makes you come all over his face. But he doesn’t stop. He gets you through your orgasms, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, slurping against your core, overstimulating you. He makes you come again against his tongue, and only then, after cleaning you out, and you having to basically push him off, grabbing his hair, he seems satisfied. 

But the night doesn’t stop there. Before making love to you, he uses his fingers to pry to open. There is no teasing this time. He crawls over your body, like a wild animal. He kisses you slowly, making you taste yourself in his mouth. You moan, making him groan in return. His hands caress your sides, squeezing your hips and thighs.

You make out for a while, until he decides to trail a hand down your body, starting from your chest. One finger caressing your skin, going down the valley of your breasts, continuing over your stomach, gently brushing your clit, making you jump. He reaches your hole, where he sticks two fingers in and starts pumping. 

You hold onto his arms for dear life, the pace of his fingers making the third orgasm of the night approach quickly. You whine and moan, bubbling incoherent things. Strings of “Miggy please” and “Gods yes, right there”. You arch your back, giving Miguel full access to attack your breasts, kissing and sucking over your nipples, rolling them between his fingers of his free hand. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his digits harder, his thumb draws tight circles on your clit, matching his pace, throwing you over the edge. 

When you come, Miguel’s face is over yours, he loves seeing how it contorts in pleasure when you reach your high. You never see it, because your eyes roll back or are closed, but he always smiles down at you. He pecks your lips, then your cheeks and your nose, helping you calm down after the peak. He pulls his fingers out, sucking on them and groaning. 

You are a panting mess. Your hair is all over the pillow, your skin with a layer of sweat, his love marks painting your skin. You never looked more perfect. 

Slowly, Miguel gets off the bed, stripping out of his own clothes. His dick finally being free from his pants, pre-cum already smearing over his red, angry tip. He would crawl into bed, opening your thighs slowly and settling between them. 

You can’t tell me Miguel’s favourite position isn’t missionary. That man needs to see you at all times. He wants to see your face when he enters you slowly. Despite your first three releases, his cock still stretches you out, and you love it. Miguel loves watching his length disappear inside of you, a small bulge forming on your lower belly, signaling where he rests inside. He gives you time to adjust, as any gentleman would, while he peppers kisses on your jaw, reaching your ear and licking it. 

“So tight beba” he would groan. “Always so good. Taking me so well. Such a good girl”

Miguel also loves missionary because it means he can hear your moans right in his ear. Missionary means your hands will be on him, scratching his back, grabbing his biceps for dear life when he starts trusting harshly. His hips snap against yours, his balls against your ass. The room feels with sex sounds; the slapping of skin, both your moans, groans and panting, the bed frame hitting the wall continuously, matching Miguel’s relentless pace. 

You cry in his ear, burying your face where Miguel’s shoulder connects with his neck. Your legs wrap against his waist, keeping him in place. Your hands run down his back, nails digging on his skin leaving marks Miguel loves to look at in the morning. 

His arms cage you in, keeping himself over you. But he leans over, leaving kisses and whispering praises in your year. 

“You are doing so good, Fuck. Just like that”

“Sos tan hermosa mi amor” (You are so beautiful mi amor)

“Are you going to cum for me, mm? Just one more time, please beba”

You always knew that, one last time, meant two. Your already overstimulated body couldn’t keep up with his stamina. In order for him to cum, you needed to come twice. 

You could tell when Miguel was close, his arms would begin to shake, his pace would falter, becoming irregular. His groans would become louder, moans would make his way out of his plump lips. He would kiss you harder, needier, hungrier. Miguel would hold you closer, trying to crawl into your skin. When he comes, he bites down hard against your shoulder, realising inside of you. 

You stay holding each other, Miguel basically crushing you. Your legs tangled together, hands roaming each other's body lovingly, until Miguel finds the strength to detach himself. He smiles down at you. Miguel pushes the hair out of your face, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a more tender kiss. He would grab your hands and kiss your knuckles before pulling out of you, watching how his cum drips out. 

And of course, aftercare. He is the king of it. He would make sure you use the bathroom, carrying you to it if necessary. Miguel would clean you up, draw a bath where you can sit together and relax. If you fell asleep he would carry you to bed. If not, after helping you dry and helping you to bed, he would bring you your favourite snack and water. He would do anything for you, anything. 

Sex with Miguel is something more than just that, sex. Is not only the act of connecting both your bodies. It is…

Love. It is making love. It’s beyond your corporeal beings, it’s about worshipping one another. Showing, feeling that love through acts, words and so much more. Because he loves you, and you love him back. Forever.