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[cavills-henry]

ASMR Firoz

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[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[crybaby-bkg]

I know I've talked about bull and bear hybrid Bakugou, but has anyone ever talked about lion hybrid Bakugou???? I thought about this concept when I was still half asleep this morning but like,,,,

lion hybrid bakugou with his big ole head and even bigger mane of hair, all soft, colored like the sand you'd dig your toes into at the beach. he has a little scruff on his chin, but he never grows it out because he hates the upkeep of it.

he's always loud, growly yawns whenever you see him, his canines sharp and pointy when he opens his maw wide enough for you to peek in. he's so big and soft where it matters, lazes around all day everyday, and gets these big bursts of energy at the most random of moments. he's basically an overgrown cat basically

omg and he has this complex where he's just sooo high and mighty, like he's some king meant to be worshipped. but all you have to do is kiss his cheeks and rub a hand through his hair when he lays his big dumb head in your lap, and he's purring up a storm.

and and and lion hybrid bakugou whose tongue can feel so rough when he's feeling lazy about it, but somehow knows how to work it just right whenever he wants to lounge between your legs. gets so huffy and growly when you mumble that you can't cum anymore, just nudges your thighs a little wider with his shoulder as he nuzzles his nose against your mound. doesn't care to hear any of your complaining, because he's still eating and doesn't intend on finishing until he's ready.

omg and and lion hybrid bakugou whose favorite position is, of course, doggy style. but only because he gets to wrap your little dainty neck up in his powerful jaws and pin you there, likes how you whimper and shiver but go limp either way because you trust him with your life. he pins your arms beside your head and grunts so loud into your nape when he finally sinks his cock inside of you. he practically lays flat on top of you, just rutting his hips against your ass over and over until he knots you.

which is his favorite part because you two get to just lay there for what feel like hours, and you keep coming intermitally because he can't help but rut his hips a few more times, and hiss at the way his knot tugs at your clenching lips. sigh just lion hybrid bakugou who looks so mean and intimidating but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of you

[cerubean]

finding townies and giving them a fresh coat of paint

[gensnix]

Why master Kohga can and should come back into a later dlc for totk

We all know about how important character's are introduced in both botw and totk right

With Link's companions it shows a small explanation of who they are under their names but with villans it's the opposite

And you know who else has there lil explanation below their name

Why none other than the great master Kohga of course!

Maybe having him be on our side could explain some things about the shekia tech being absent or why he thinks being on Ganondorf's side is a good thing and bring back the lore of shekia turning on the royals

So please nintendo let the man be something great in a future dlc I will pay you to do that

[kingkatsuki]

Mother Mitsuki, who despite Masaru’s pleas, is way too invested in Bakugou and your relationship.

[crownedwille]

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[radsplain]

“the whole fucking off to the middle of nowhere and starting a lesbian separatist commune idea sounds cool in theory but is unrealistic in practice and could never actually work in modern da-”

[annoyingfobbie]

im curious

I know that a lot of these probably apply to each person, but tell me which one MOST affects your writing

also, rb not for a bigger data pool but instead for more notes, because i want attention.

[kentocalls]

geto suguru | licentious minors do not interact. nsfw. pretty/baby is used. this is all spice because it's suguru.

he trails a fingernail down the curve of your spine and the only reaction it gets him, is a small huff of air. you’re absolutely resolute in proving him wrong huh?

yet the smile never leaves his face, you’ll give in soon.

you can feel your core shake, you’ve mentally trading strength for stamina and move onto your elbows, body barely separated from the mattress. another shiver as you feel suguru’s fingertips trace over the top of your core, pulling away and spreading sweet nectar across your thighs. he’s so mean when he’s competitive.

but you’re not giving in.

no matter how much his warm hands squeeze and prod. you have to stay focused, deep exhales, no! keep your eyes open, don’t close them. don’t relegate more power to your sense of touch.

his using is nimble thumbs to apply pressure around your core, you like that. you have always liked the gentle, firm pressure, body reacting like it normally does, rewarding him with more wet encouragement but he doesn’t push anything in. doesn’t increase his strength and massage with intent.

goes feather light, again, brushes over your opening, again. making you grow messy and wetter. you open your mouth and claw at the sheets underneath you.

once again, trading strength for stamina, you let your body fall into the softness underneath, letting gravity and the bed support your nearly tired limbs. clawing at the sheets, teeth bitting to keep your lips sealed. you’re not gonna call his name, not going to break.

body arching up, needy, provocative. keep that up and you’ll break him first — suguru notes, his own hands greedy, grippy, groping.

how long has he been at this? it needs to end soon, the ache in him gnawing with full desperation. and he can’t touch himself, not yet, he’d give in too quickly and you’re just about on the edge.

you can feel how hot and sweaty your body when he hovers his own against you, hands caging you in and your body is like live wire, ready to betray your brain for another one of his touches, fuck, don’t give in yet.

“doing alright pretty thing? you got so quiet.” he’s cooing, hiding his own torment. body throbbing to be on you, feel you, hear you.

you don’t trust your words, surely his name will escape like a hushed prayer, so all he gets is an aggressive and rushed thumbs up. has him chuckling but it drops his hips closer and the sinful curve in your spine makes skin to skin contact.

you’re so heated, warm, wet, inviting. his hand moves to your hip and moves you closer. you roll up and back, on your sides now.

keep breathing, don’t close your eyes. don’t focus on the sound of his voice or the tiny growls hidden as laughs. you’re getting to him, his hands evidence of the internal discord. did he really really think you’d yield so easily?

you know how to be nimble, angling your feet to push more of your body into him and oh that earns you a bite on your shoulder, he nips and licks and molds his body around yours.

suguru needs to change his plan of action, has to take a gamble, the faster you give in the quicker he can take and both of you will be rewarded, it’s the end justifying the means. but really, there is no better feel than the palm of his hand dragging down your belly and towards your heat. his deft fingers come in contact with your clit. you twitch instantly and he smirks into the crook of your neck.

he’ll be nice, he’ll be oh so good soon. give in, give in, give in.

he uses his hand to cup the entirety of your sex, pushes up and firm, feels more of honey slip past his fingers and he wants. he wants he wants he wants, just give the fuck in.

and yeah, you’re shaking, body running an alarm through you at promised pleasure, but suguru was the one who called you needy right? said you’d make a huge mess five minutes and last ten minutes?

and you’re unrelenting.

just tiny gasps and barely there whimpers.

perhaps he’s been spoiled, is filled with the need to pull one moan from you.

he’s going to lose this, fingers tracing your soaked lips faster and faster. your hands clenched so tight, eyes shut, don’t think about the sounds he’s making, don’t feel his breathe on your skin. only focus on making him break first.

and so you will your hips to drag forward, away from his body. the relief his brief but enough. suguru is uncompromising has you pulled right back into him, holding his own determination in contention. who is this for again? what are you two working toward? no no no, you’re the opposing party in this right? he needs to work against your pleasure?

wait, that doesn’t make sense.

why would he need to do that?

“you’re being so good, so wet.” his thumb almost pushes in, he almost slips because right, you didn’t say his name. you’re the stubborn one here. all he needs is for you to say please and it’s over, case closed, he’ll give you the sweetest release. “would feel so good, i’d fill you up so nice, yeah?”

oh you’re not giving up now, he’s getting needy, spiraling towards seeking reaffirmation and you’re just gonna need to keep breathing. if you give him nothing, he’ll give you everything.

and your silence? that won’t do. you’re gonna bruise your lips, that’s why he snakes an arm around your neck and kisses you desperate. would never let you hurt yourself, kisses you with force, tongue desperate to hide. fuck, he needs you.

not yet, not yet, he’s got one final plea, one last chance. lifts one of your legs just slightly, slots his throbbing member between your thighs. “you can keep this nice and warm, yeah? good…you’re being so…, fuck, squeeze just like that yeah.”

and this is new, but it brings you back, his kissing you sloppy, hips canting, not full thrusts yet. but that’s what your thighs are for right, push him over the edge. squeeze harder, force those moans out of him. and he starts thrusting, the sounds making you blush.

you’re so wet and the skin on skin with his voice full of lust. “that’s right, that’s right, so good for me, so good for me.”

the way your hand grasps at his around your neck is deliberate, if he’s going to play dirty so are you. using the leverage you have, you stretch your body tight and long against his and that’s it, that’s it, he’s falling unprovoked. “need you, baby—pretty thing, please, need you.”

yes, yes, yes.

still pushing into him, still squeezing tight, you’re driving him insane. he has to hear you, needs to hear you, fuck the soft sucking sounds when his cock brushes past your cunt. his grip is unforgiving. he’s trying to stop himself, trying to ignore how good you feel, you’re so strong and so soft.

if give you time to move a hand unprovoked, greedily grabbing at his length, a firm hold and you put a little strength into the squeeze. you moan in tandem, he’s thrusting into your hand, keep a firm grip. it’s so messy and wet, hold on. he’s falling apart.

suguru needs to hear it, has to hear it. all else is lost, driven purely by the promise of a ‘please’ and his name falling from your lips. driven past hunger, consumed with lust suguru pulls away. your eyes open when you feel his arms cage your face. “please, pretty baby, my good girl, please.” give in.

and he’s so handsome, dark locks falling forward, eyes never leaving your face. lips bruised and cheeks tinted red, your hands feel so cool against his face. your smile soft and eyes so full of affection, want. you bring him close, kiss very softly. too chaste for what you’ve been doing, too soft for what he wants you to do.

dark violet pupils dilated and dialed in.

you push your thumb at his lips, he sucks it in happily, hopelessly. his need is near impossible to deal with on his own. you can feel how he is leaking, drooling desperate on top of you. “please, baby please.”

he’s trailing after your hand when you pull away, more sucking and bruising around your lips. please against your jawline and neck and he’s finally calling your name, rutting his hips against yours, fuck it’s over now, give in.

you can feel yourself dripping down your own folds and thighs. his kissing your name onto the top of your chest, voice heavy, his hips pulling up, his cock twitches against nothing. “need you, yeah? you need me too?”

yeah, you do. so you bend your legs, making his access easier. leaving yourself open, wet, welcoming for him.

only him. “i do, suguru, please?”

he kisses with fervor, haunting, taking, leaving you breathless. as he sinks in slow, the last semblance of control before he’s finally where he belongs, where you need him to be. “good girl, so fucking hot..” and its a mess of praise and depraved promises.

“you win, baby you win, now let me hear you please?” and it slips so easily from your lips his name, the grip on his hair is criminally painful. and he takes it, because it’s you.

“so good, so good to me suguru, yes.”

and if he's going to lose to someone, it's only fair it's the person who calls his name as if it's dripped in honey and gold; you

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

i dont usually post random snippets like this but everyone PLS listen to chii she is adorable 🥺🐟

[majoris]

hi hello anyone in the mood to be unhinged about Rebecca&Ted ?

[vv-ispy]

Im 👀 at your Mondstadt having an underground area and I just want to bring up this idea in a fanfic I read (Windwheel Aster: Adored by the wind) where Mondstadt has secret underground passageway between them and Liyue for emergency use. Now im combining those ideas in my head of underground passageways beneath Old Mondstadt. Like some sort of dark souls crypt for those who perished (since its Really Hard to do a burial in the snow). You know how the wind brings Mondstadter's souldls home? Yeah what if thats not just a Venti thing but also existed during the time of Decarabian. (I can tie this into Istaroth but thats a whole nother paragraph)

DON't MIND ME HAVING SpeNT most of hte day reading that fic ahem

Crypts under Mondstadt...oh I love that idea it fits in mood-wise with the Actual Dead Guy under the statue, giving Mondstadt and ameno all the more ties to death and souls and imprisonment + yeah how do you deal with bodies when the ground is frozen hard and the city is micromanaged by the god. Why, if the bodies are getting in the way, why not remove them, help the souls pass on, and place the bodies neat and orderly filed away. Away from the people so they can focus on life instead of death, but each passed person can still be easily found in case they're needed. Besides, crypts are often under a church and Mondstadt is the nation most known for having a church....maybe not under Mondstadt's currentday church, but the people did use to 'bow' around the tall tower which houses a god....

But also........those Istaroth ties? 👀👀👀

[hauntingblue]

making a collection

making another collection with a threatening aura

[brainrot-stitch]

GUYS guys guys plssss pls pls steve saga doodle requests I'm going FERAL