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spicy-rainbow-pizza · 1 month
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bath time :3
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ladysunamireads · 2 months
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ykimhak01 · 2 years
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okay i fanily finhish this i make veido my memeders and wii deteld you and my memders family and real life look i make it so tired but u did it phew Ù©(•ω•)و
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aceparagonings · 6 months
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tag dump part 3 ( dynamic and ship tags! )
::☆ HANEKOMA: you took me under the gentle touch of your wings; you have always been my father. ☆ KAKYOIN NORIAKI 💎 meeting you was a fated encounter; you are my shining emerald; our radiance will envelop the galaxy itself. ♥☆💎 HIKARU ::★:*:☆ NORIAKI — the sunshine that illuminates your unbreakable emerald; you brighten my world & life. ☆ THE-COMPOSER ☆ you look after me like a guardian angel does; you are my first friend. with you I feel like I can do anything. ☆ KIRYU JOSHUA ☆ you waltzed into my life like an unknowing crescendo; yet our harmonies are melodic together. I will keep Shibuya safe. ☆ KISARAGI GENTARO ☆ my dearest friend — you and I are the stars that will light up the galaxy. with you at my side I have nothing to fear. ☆ G'RAHA TIA 💠 you inspire me to keep going despite the odds I face; with you at my side there is nothing to fear. ♥☆💠 HIKARU ::★::☆ G'RAHA — love that transcends time & space. when we’re together I feel like I’m home. ♥☆📷 HIKARU ::★::☆ TSUKASA — fate dictated that we are never to meet; and yet we are two halves of a whole. ☆ KADOYA TSUKASA 📷 destroyer of worlds & my other half — together we'll defy our destiny and forge our own path. ☆ JUGGLUS JUGGLER 🌙 with words laced with sweet venom to coil around a heart — yet you didn't need to cast illusions to win my heart. ♥☆🐍 HIKARU ::★::☆ JUGGLER — a heart of darkness cannot exist without a heart of light; let me be the guiding star on your path. ☆ DANTE SPARDA 🌹 the devil to my angel; on wings of rebellion does hope burn anew. ever stronger; ever higher. ♥☆🌹 HIKARU ::★::☆ DANTE — ''heaven or hell; let's rock!'' for you—I’d brave the flames of hell itself on wings of hope. ☆ TOKIWA SOUGO 🕛 oh valiant boy king — how brightly does your smile shine. may you never forget that brave heart as fate tests your will. ☆ MYTHCAELS ☆ heroes we are; standing side by side to protect what's important to us. as your mentor I vow to subvert your destiny. ☆ ONODERA YUSUKE 🪲 you who also protects everyone's smiles — because of your kind heart I've found another ally to always rely on. ☆ KAITO DAIKI 👑 although our ideals didn't always align — I know that I can depend on you. thank you for also keeping tsukasa safe. ☆ HIKARI NATSUMI 🍊 it's because of you that tsukasa is who he is today — you kept believing in him no matter what.
#::☆ HANEKOMA: you took me under the gentle touch of your wings; you have always been my father.#☆ KAKYOIN NORIAKI 💎 meeting you was a fated encounter; you are my shining emerald; our radiance will envelop the galaxy itself.#♥☆💎 HIKARU ::★:*:☆ NORIAKI — the sunshine that illuminates your unbreakable emerald; you brighten my world & life.#☆ THE-COMPOSER ☆ you look after me like a guardian angel does; you are my first friend. with you I feel like I can do anything.#☆ KIRYU JOSHUA ☆ you waltzed into my life like an unknowing crescendo; yet our harmonies are melodic together. I will keep Shibuya safe.#☆ KISARAGI GENTARO ☆ my dearest friend — you and I are the stars that will light up the galaxy. with you at my side I have nothing to fear.#☆ G'RAHA TIA 💠 you inspire me to keep going despite the odds I face; with you at my side there is nothing to fear.#♥☆💠 HIKARU ::★::☆ G'RAHA — love that transcends time & space. when we’re together I feel like I’m home.#♥☆📷 HIKARU ::★::☆ TSUKASA — fate dictated that we are never to meet; and yet we are two halves of a whole.#☆ KADOYA TSUKASA 📷 destroyer of worlds & my other half — together we'll defy our destiny and forge our own path.#☆ JUGGLUS JUGGLER 🌙 with words laced with sweet venom to coil around a heart — yet you didn't need to cast illusions to win my heart.#♥☆🐍 HIKARU ::★::☆ JUGGLER — a heart of darkness cannot exist without a heart of light; let me be the guiding star on your path.#☆ TOKIWA SOUGO 🕛 oh valiant boy king — how brightly does your smile shine. may you never forget that brave heart as fate tests your will.#☆ MYTHCAELS ☆ heroes we are; standing side by side to protect what's important to us. as your mentor I vow to subvert your destiny.#☆ ONODERA YUSUKE 🪲 you who also protects everyone's smiles — because of your kind heart I've found another ally to always rely on.#☆ KAITO DAIKI 👑 although our ideals didn't always align — I know that I can depend on you. thank you for also keeping tsukasa safe.#☆ HIKARI NATSUMI 🍊 it's because of you that tsukasa is who he is today — you kept believing in him no matter what.#☆ DANTE SPARDA 🌹 the devil to my angel; on wings of rebellion does hope burn anew. ever stronger; ever higher.#♥☆🌹 HIKARU ::★::☆ DANTE — ''heaven or hell; let's rock!'' for you—I’d brave the flames of hell itself on wings of hope.
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frenchiefieart · 11 months
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Crowley doodle page! 🐍♥
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mandychob · 12 days
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Feliz dia dos namorados ♥
Is Valentine’s Day in Brazil today 😊 06 / 12
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My fav ships ever!!!
🐍🊋 MitsuCho
🔩🥗 BoruSara
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rou-luxe · 2 months
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twst poll results (day 10)
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All of these seemed pretty close!! There are no incorrect answers when it comes to TWST favorites ngl except for Silver's uncle ♥👑 Riddle is a classic, and so is Adeuce. Can't blame anyone on this one.
🊁 Leona got half the votes.
🐙💵 We love them all don't make us choose
🐍 This one was decently close as well!!
Thank you for voting!! The next poll(s) are already published~
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aneldritchfootnote · 2 months
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Currently working on "An exact anatomy of the (ir)redeemable mind":
A 🌶 gender-neutral reader-insert HazbinHotel fic with a focus on Angel 🕞, Husk ♥♠♊♣, Vox 📺, Valentino 🊋, & SirPentious 🐍, about a psychiatrist taking a job at the Hotel
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mad-hatter-memes · 11 months
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Disney Villain Inspired Muse Questions
🏎‍☠ Captain Hook: How often are they to hold a grudge, and for how long? And if they want revenge, how would they enact it?
🧥 Cruella de Vil: Describe the muse's fashion sense/style. If they don't have one, if they could have any outfit they wanted, what would it be?
🎎 Dr. Facilier: If muse was forced to be an animal for the rest of their life (or at least a long time), what animal would they want to be?
🥀 Gaston: How jealous can they get? Do they act upon that jealousy or do they prefer to keep it inside?
🍏 Queen Grimhilde: If they encountered someone better than them (either in appearance or skills), how would they react?
🔥 Hades: How do they feel about their sibling(s)? If they don't have any, would they want siblings?
🐍 Jafar: How do they feel about their status in life currently? Would they want to improve it?
🐉 Maleficent: How would they react to their friends and/or family having fun without them?
🏵 Mother Gothel: How often do they think about their own mortality? Have they accepted it or would they do anything to cheat death?
♥ Queen of Hearts: How bad is their temper? And what's something that can instantly make them go from 0 to 100?
🐟 Scar: If they were given a position of power, what's the first thing they would change? If already in a position of power, are they worried about being usurped or assassinated?
🔱 Ursula: What would muse sell their soul for if given the opportunity?
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chxrrylime · 1 year
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as a soldier should i’ve got you covered 🫡
alex and husband reader spend a loving and romantic night together, let’s say reader is a special forces operative and just got off a hard mission so alex absolutely spoils him, candlelit love making (bottom reader) followed by a rose petal, candlelit bath where he just cuddles reader in front of him 🥹🀌🏜 just alex being totally and utterly in love w his hubby? 🧎🏜
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Thank youuu so much. Just was feeling some sappy angsty vibes last night and this helped me channel that ♥ Sending kisses.
Alex x M!Reader ↪ 2055 words — 18+ / SMUT & ANGST.
Content tags — cis male submissive reader, cis male dominant Alex, referenced/implied post-traumatic stress disorder, minor subspace, unsafe sex, crying, blindfolds, referenced/implied injury, established relationship, penetrative sex, anal sex, fingering, stress relief, massages, dinner, candles, and hot baths. 
You had to remember to thank Price when you got back from leave. The bastard had gotten in contact with Alex post-mission and told him the bits he was permitted to share—mostly the bits that meant you were a stressed, exhausted, and miserable ball of anxiety. 
Price knew you well. Well enough to know you wouldn’t tell Alex, because as much as Alex encouraged you to share—two people that understand each other’s lives and professions and how the two entangle—it was hard not to feel like you were only weighing him down.
And so you were mad at first, when you came home and instead of takeout like usual it was a nice home cooked dinner that Alex had obviously spent hours preparing, making most things from scratch. Both of your pensions for fast food meant you often forgot how good of a cook Alex was.
After some digging Alex had finally admitted that Price reached out. It felt a little like meddling, yes, but after Alex had set your plate and cuddled up close to you in a neighboring barstool to borderline spoon feed you half of it, kissing your cheeks and hairline sweetly, you’d slowly relaxed into it, realizing this was probably for the best.
“Hey,” Alex murmurs, rounding the counter. His hands are slightly damp from washing the dishes when they rest on your forearms, rubbing up and down, “trust me?”
“‘Course,” you breathe, giving him a tired smile that doesn’t hold for long. 
He moves to stand behind you, hands tracing up your arms, stopping at your shoulders to press into the muscles there, massaging the aching tissue. You groan, arching back into his touch as his lean, strong fingers work out the knots and kinks.
He finally pulls his hands away, returning to bring a strip of cloth into your vision. A blindfold. He’s delicate as he wraps it around your head, tying it carefully but snug. His nails trail down your spine, making you shiver.
“Still good?” He checks in. You nod and he hums, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck as he turns you in your stool, slipping an arm under the crook of your knees to haul you into his arms bridal style.
“Jesus Christ!” You choke, clinging to his shoulders, pressing your face to the crook of his neck, breathing in his aftershave.
He chuckles, squeezing you tighter to his chest. 
The walk is short but peaceful, and you nearly doze off against his warm, strong body, surrounded by the comforting scent of him and the sound of wood creaking beneath his feet.
You cling to him even as he tries to set you down on the bed and he laughs, placing his hands over yours gripping at his shoulder. 
“Just for a minute, c’mon,” he urges, the smile in his voice evident.
You release him with a pout, hearing heightened as you hone in on his movements throughout the room.
You hear the soft clicking of a lighter, followed not soon after by the smokey smell of eucalyptus. You breathe in slow and steady, trying to let yourself relax against the soft bedding. 
Despite your best efforts, the lack of sight, the envelopment of the darkness gives way for your imagination. The sounds of gunfire and yelling, the feeling of mud and blood indistinguishably caked onto your skin and gear. The immense amount of ache in your bones, the sharp pain in your brain as Soap had barely managed to drag you into cover when you’d finally collapsed from blood loss. 
You startle when you feel hands on you again, ready to fight when Alex speaks, soothing you.
“It’s just me, just me, you’re okay,” he says quickly. You keep your hands on his wrists as he trails them from your shoulders up, not holding, just following.
He pulls the blindfold free and you blink, eyes adjusting to the dim, flickering light of the room. You first look at Alex, who’s already stripped down to his underwear, body flushed and littered in little knicks and scars. You scan the room, candles scattered about, little flames dancing across the walls. It makes you smile, followed by a bubbling laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Alex says, mock offended, big smile on his face hearing your genuine, full laugh for the first time tonight.
“You’re a romantic sap, Keller,” you grin, pulling him in for a kiss.
He laughs against your lips, humming happily.
“I’ve barely gotten started,” he murmurs, kissing you again, slow and sweet, tongue sweeping against your lower lip in a silent request.
You part your lips, feeling him lick along your tongue and teeth, making you moan softly. He manages to undo your belt, shimmying you out of your jeans but pointedly leaving your briefs on, his hands trailing up under your shirt next, groping at your chest gently before encouraging you to lift your arms to remove it
“Just trying to get laid then, huh?” You half-joke.
Alex frowns though, a genuine look of concern crossing over his face as his hands freeze on your hips.
“You don’t actually think that
” he trails off, staring at you with sad eyes.
You shrug in response. 
“It’s been a while since we’ve had time for each other,” you admit, voice soft, “just
 I wouldn’t blame you. Not that you need all the fanfare to get in my pants—”
“Hey, come on,” Alex says, urging. He kisses you again, quick and chaste, cupping your cheek as he pulls back “this isn’t about me, alright? I promise. It’s about you. I know
 I know things were tough on your last op and I just wanted to
 remind you. That, I
”
He trails off, swallowing, his voice thick. He’s looking at the wall now beside you, and you realize his eyes are a little glassy.
“Please don’t cry,” you say, tone jokingly annoyed and petulant, though you don’t know if you could actually handle it if he did start.
“I’m okay,” he laughs wetly, “I just realized we don’t do stuff like this a lot and
 I don’t show my appreciation for you enough. I mean
 I know it’s kind of a mood killer but
 there’s always the chance we don’t come home, y’know?”
“You don’t have to do all this, though. To show me.”
“But I want to,” he murmurs, leaning in for another kiss, this one long and deep, licking into your mouth once again, “if you’ll let me.”
Nodding, you sigh contentedly against his lips, letting him lay you back down against the bed. He trails down your torso, licking and kissing, making you squirm when he briefly sucks at your hardened nipples.
His mustache tickles your tummy, and he smiles as you wiggle from the sensation, looking up at you all beautiful and splayed out for him.
He gently hooks his thumbs in your underwear, pulling them down your thighs, down your legs and off. You let out a soft breath as your cock is freed, hard and pressed against your stomach. 
He leans back down, licking a stripe from the base of your shaft all the way to the tip before pulling it into his mouth, sucking at the swollen cockhead. You moan quietly at the feeling, the wet heat enveloping your sensitive flesh. He’s always been so skilled with his mouth, even the first time he sucked you off—having awkwardly admitted he’d never been with a man at all—he was so, so good at pleasing you, taking directions so well as he trained his throat to take you—just so eager to please.
Now he takes you with ease, holding the base of your cock, enveloping the whole of the flesh without barely a gag. He bobs his head up and down your length slowly, taking his time to pleasure you. 
He massages your balls with his freehand, feeling for when they draw up tight so he can slide his mouth off of you, making you whine, being denied your pleasure.
“Shh shh, I got you,” he coos, the soft click of a cap followed by his slick fingers teasing your hole making you pant. 
The lube quickly heats inside you, making you so, so much more sensitive, realizing quickly he’s bought warming jelly for tonight.
“Alex,” you whine, back arching, moving your hands down to tug at his hair and shoulders, “need you.”
Alex coos again, moving up your body to drape himself over you, his arm bent at an awkward angle to keep stretching you open on his nimble fingers. You wrap your arms around his torso, clinging tight to him, burying your face against the crook of his neck.
Alex can feel the warm wetness dripping against his shoulder, and knows not to say anything. 
He just holds you tight, slipping a second, then a third finger into you as you rock your hips, desperately humping down onto the digits.
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he says. You sniffle, moaning as he slips his fingers free, hole clenching at the idea of what comes next. 
Your body shivers in anticipation, so pent up, so in need of release after the hell you’ve slogged through the past week. Need to feel Alex fill you up, make you feel whole again, like you only ever feel when you’re with him.
You feel the head of his long cock brush your hole and whine, rocking your hips down to try and take him in.
“Slow,” he chuckles, running his free hand through your hair, whispering a soft “let me make love to you.”
You moan softly, nodding as your head rolls back, feeling him slowly begin to press into you, stretching you around his pulsing girth.
“Atta boy,” he hums, “taking me so well, sweetheart. Makin’ you feel good?”
“Fuck, yes,” you groan, feeling his sharp smile against your throat as he rocks his hips, slow and steady. 
For once the pace is enough—connects to some deep yearning inside you you didn’t think you’d ever feel again, not since all the shit you’ve been through. You scratch up and down his back, making him groan and hiss, his cock twitching excitedly inside of your tight walls.
The slow drag of his length within your walls, the steady pressure tapping against your prostate, the burning hot lube has your whole body tingling, skin covered in goosebumps. You feel like you’re going to shake apart, finally from pleasure instead of anxiety. 
You moan his name over and over like a manta, hands grasping and clawing wherever they can reach. 
“Look at me, baby,” he groans, and you do, opening your eyes to stare into those piercing sky blues. They always make you feel so bare, so laid out for him to pick apart. A vulture to roadkill. 
You cry out, stomach spasming as you cum untouched, splattering between the both of your tummies and making the skin there sticky and wet. Alex borderline growls, forehead bonking against yours, those beautiful eyes slamming shut as he ruts into you two, three more times before he’s spilling into you, hot cum pumping you full.
You lay limp, a small noise of protest escaping your throat as Alex catches his breath and gently sits up. He keeps his softening cock in you for a moment, massaging at your tummy as residual twitches travel through the muscle there.
When he finally slips free you whine, and he coos a loving “I know, I know,” as he soothes you, tenderly scratching at the skin behind your ear, making you shiver and arch into the touch.
He leaves for what could be seconds or hours, though you doubt very long, brain all hazy and fucked out as he runs calloused hands over your sweaty skin. You can hear white noise coming from somewhere, and realize as he carries you into the bathroom that it’s the sound of water rushing, filling up the tub.
When he sets you into the tub you can tell he’s mixed in some sort of scented bath salts, along with little pink aromatic petals that float atop the steaming water. You moan at the relief on your sore muscles, more than happy to make room for him as he slips in behind you, holding you tight to his chest.
You eventually doze off, finally safe in his arms.
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spicy-rainbow-pizza · 1 day
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is something on your mind levi........anything you wanna tell me............
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ladysunamireads · 8 months
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unlicensedcardiologist · 7 months
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Mfs when they find out autism is a spectrum: 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sapphira-mydnyte · 10 months
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Sexy Snake King is out now!
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Beware that it does have the mature label on it, so do be mindful of it. Now, go enjoy your Ominis smut you naughty Gaunt girls!! ♥ The fic is pinned to the top of my blog for you to share with ease if you so wish with the OG art that triggered it. The link to the fic on AO3 lies below... with a very hungry snake & some of the Gaunt girls are tagged with it. ♥
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"Such good girls I have...now bend that ass over so I can make you mine!" 🐍
@thenightmothxr @witchyafterdark @chamberofgaunts @babygaunt @kaibanerdgang @silverxstardust @ominisxgaunt91
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pandoraslxna · 8 months
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Hmm- Then allow 🐍🪷 to give you a scenario!!
-Sincerely 🐍🪷
♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥
As Jake spread your thighs apart, cock heavy against your entrance as he teased your throbbing clit, slowly but surely raking the length of his cock across it while keeping an intense session of eye contact, you were moaning and whining loudly for his attention.
Your voice, annoyed but needy and full of want echoed through the trees, available to any who sought to find you by it. The Olo'eyktans mighty strokes contorted your mind, blue hands turning you to putty as they cupped you at your knee in brace before his body seemed to pull away, his cock being taken with it. "NO!!" You begged, big puffy eyes streaming tears just before the shock of his massive girth hit your cervix with wild pounds, rapid and precise.
You howled, small human body just about to tip over the edge as your mask fogged heavily, breathes not seeming to be enough as the wind was continuously knocked from your lungs.
♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥
AAAAAAA that was so good!!! 😩😩
Now I have to spend the rest of the day very h word and thinking about him
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mandychob · 1 month
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MitsuCho just like SaiIno 😆✚
🐍🊋 ♥ 🖌🐗
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