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[razzmothazz]

hi I needed to let some of my insanity out (again)

AJDJHDHSHDHDHDGJDJDBDJEUDYHSVXBCBFSUEJDNFHIDNDBDHDJ!!!!'!!'!:!:?:!'(('!:!";!:

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji would also let kitty!reader sit on his lap and give him a tongue bath. his hands rest comfortably on your lower back as you nose at his jaw with a quiet hum. his head rests against the couch and there's a small, soft smirk playing on his lips – he loves it when you get all needy and eager to "take care of him".

you lick at his neck, your warm tongue glides against his pulse point and he presses you tighter against him. toji is covered in your saliva and spit but he couldn't care any less – you're his kitty after all. open-mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles, your eyes are closed as you inhale his scent. it fills your nostrils and you can't get enough of him. your fingers tug on the roots of his hair and the faintest fuck slips from his lips. he feels you smile against him, proud that he's enjoying this. that you're doing a good job.

tugging at the hem of his shirt, you plead for him to remove it. when he obliges (how could he not), you're quick to press your lips to his scarred skin again. you lick the top of his pecs, just above his nipples and he's squirming below you. and when you do tongue at them, you're met with a glare and a tight squeeze at your hips. his eyebrows raise in question but you just reply with a sly little 'm jus' takin' care of you...

you slip down between his thighs without ever taking your mouth off of him. he scratches your ear before just resting his heavy hand on the top of your head; he let's you do your thing when you drag your nails over his pudgy tummy and happy trail. he's sure he's going to lose his fucking mind the second you start purring... your smaller body vibrates against his, against his crotch, and he can't tear his eyes from you.

so focused, so determined, to clean him up while also marking him with your own scent. you're taking such good care of him, you're making him yours and he's so proud of you, too. his possessive little kitty – he loves you so much<333

[yunogf]

dandelions 2 jaehyun 0 dandelion 1st win

[rapidhighway]

Hello! Here is my contribution to the 2024 @sthbigbang! Happy birthday Sonic!!!!!!!! Here's an illustration to accompany the opening chapter of @mirersc's fanfiction Lost Signals, you can find their post here. The other people who worked on this wit me are @petitcanard (their art) and @rohansoutsidemydoor (their art). I'm very grateful to have been able to participate, since this is my first time doing something like this, thanks so much everyone

[woeismywaffle]

[vamptits]

My baby talks at a mile a minute She sings like a church with a choir in it

[overtake]

why is he always up in my business

[onlineviolence]

hold angel like sand wich (?)

[yaemikobbg]

I want General Lilia Vanrouge to cover my ears when he yells at somebody

Warnings: daggers are used, yelling, not proofread

I was sitting at a table in the camp with Lilia doing whatever he needed to do. Most of the soldiers knew who I was and that me and Lilia were together. But one new unlucky solider mistook me for the enemy.

As I was peacefully dozing off at the table somebody started yelling from the door of the camp. I didn’t think anything of it assuming that Lilia would just tell them to shut up.

Until saw a dagger go right in front of my face like it had missed. I jumped and screamed out of surprise. Lilia’s head pretty much snapped as he turned my way. As he realized what happened he came right beside me checking my face for any cuts or scratches.

He pulled the dagger out of the table throwing it at the soldier in rage. He missed on purpose of course not wanting to actually kill the soldier. He directed me to sit back at the table and I listened not wanting to anger him more.

As I sat down I felt his gloved hands go over my ears. I was confused at first until I heard Lilia’s voice a little bit. It was very choppy but I could tell he was putting all his rage on that one soldier.

Once he was done I looked at him with innocent eyes. He took his hands off my ears sighing as he told me to follow him into the forest. I looked at the soldier before we left and they looked like they had been to hell and back.

When we were in the forest he took my hand in his looking me in the eyes as he somewhat apologized for what had happened. He had a hard time apologizing and expressing his emotions when it came to love so he mostly showed it through his actions than his words.

I thanked him for covering my ears and I swear I saw his ears turn slightly pink.

[guzhufuren]

Sam Carpenter (Scream) + text posts (pt. 2/3)

bonus:

[shit-ultrakill-imagines]

This blog is helping me with my horrible horrible art block thanks guys

[t4yce]

bosco gifs [46/?]

[corndog-patrol]

[unluckyprime]

HERMIE GOT SOME AUDIO TIME TODAY!! ARE WE JUMPING FOR JOY OR WHAT?

[rhynehoward]

©️ david becker

[puppygirlthing666]

being led down a hallway by two puppygirls with dazed eyes and vacant smiles. when you ask where they're taking you, they lock eyes with each other and start giggling.

"you're going to the brat room, silly!" the first smiles. "you were acting like a bad puppy so you're gonna learn how to be good!"

"don't be scared sweetie, it isn't a punishment," the second coos reassuringly. "we both had to go to the brat room when we were new too. i was sooooo scared but once i went inside it was... it was wonderful..." her half-lidded eyes sparkle with the memory.

their strange behaviour does nothing to alleviate your nerves. as you reach a door, the first puppy places both hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eye with a concerned pout.

"now don't you worry sweetheart, we're going to be right here when you're finished. we can't wait to see how much you like it, you're gonna have so much funnn~"

you open your mouth to tell her that there's absolutely no way in hell they're convincing you to walk through that door. before you can get a word out, the second escort opens her hand to reveal a small mound of pink powder, which she promptly blows directly into your face.

you reel back, more from surprise than anything else. the girls, descending once more into a fit of giggles, start to blur. their laughter seems to swirl around you, like you can reach out and touch it, like it's coming from inside your own head. before you can regain your balance, four paws have shoved you backwards through the door and slammed it shut.

unsteadily picking yourself up, dimly aware of how hard your ass just hit the ground, you take in the room. it's big. really big. it stretches off into the distance, fading into shadow. there's a strange mist hovering waist-deep across the entire space and dense enough to appear almost like solid marble.

trying the door is useless, it just rattles in the frame. those girls must have locked it from the other side so you'd have to stay in here with.... what, exactly? mist? some time alone to think about what you'd done? so far you weren't exactly blown away by their so-called brat room.

your head still swimming from that weird powder, you're not entirely sure how long you continue in this train of thought. it ends abruptly when you feel something moving across your back. you yelp, instinctively trying to pull away from whatever it is that's in here with you but find that you're completely immobilised from the waist down. you wave your hands into the mist to disperse it, revealing strange fleshy ropes wrapped tightly around your legs. as though from a great distance, panic begins to seep like smoke into your dulled mind.

straining to pull the ropes away, you notice what look like suction cups on the underside. your efforts are cut short by two more of the appendages shooting from the darkness and binding your wrists, and yet more slithering over your shoulders to wrap your torso. you feel your feet leave the ground as the shifting mass rapidly covers you from neck to toe.

their powerful movements and constrictions twist your clothes until they tear apart at the seams. the tentacles, now seemingly coming from every direction, pull your legs apart and begin probing your bare skin, prodding and teasing for an entry point. the sensation of a thick, warm, pulsing mass sliding into you is rapidly joined by another as your startled gasp is swiftly exploited and plugged. you hang high above the ground, fully ensnared and impossibly filled by a writhing, twisting presence.

through the haze, you notice a syrupy liquid dripping from the suction cups. the taste is familiar but it still takes a moment to place it - that powder from the hallway. this is different though, much stronger, soaking in through every pore, down your throat, inside you. it leaves a strange sensation wherever it touches, simultaneously numb and incredibly sensitive, stimulating and soothing. it seeps into your blood, turning your thoughts to the visceral thrill of being completely helpless against the tentacles as they begin to thrust. your last memory before time ceases to have meaning is of those two girls far below, wrapped in each other's arms as they're slowly lifted into the air to join you.

you and two other puppygirls lead a newcomer down your favourite hallway. she asks where exactly you're taking her. the three of you lock eyes and start to giggle.

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