a mech pilot sub who fights monsters and evil mechs on the regular, and a computer technician domme tasked with monitoring their vitals and sync rates to make sure they don't die in battle.
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nanago november 12/30
i saw a post
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is it just me or do other people also get distracted by the way their coochie feels on their fingers? like if im fingering myself, my brain cant help but focus on the texture im feeling with my fingers, rather than the way my fingers feel inside. its silly, kinda feels like a flesh umbrella
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objectum culture is finding the synchronized thrusts and turns of machinery to be incredibly erotic.. and the shiny sparkly silver of their builds adding even more attraction on top of it
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Palete cleanser: Hiccup saying random, outrageous stuff to throw off his enemies.
Like imagine Viggo is the middle of a monologue and out of no where Hiccup says "I want to bite your tits" just to throw him off.
Bonus points if he says completely deadpan serious so no one can tell if he's being sarcastic or not.
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I absolutely love how you draw geralt. Like he’s clearly strong and muscular but the leanness and the emphasis you put on his hips is sooo good! And his waist!! Truly a gender icon love it please keep up the fantastic work
I always struggle with these bcs I like to keep the kindness close to my heart and it always gets lost when I answer and it's buried on my blog. But kindness also has to be repaid so thank you so much for the kind words, I'm really grateful. I don't know if you still see this but I've had a bad day and decided to self indulge. I think it turned out nice enough and I hope you'll like it. Some morning ritual Geralt.
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Another Descoday, another Descoslay
merry christmas everyone
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Ok, sweet and intimate is nice and all... but what if MC asked Uma to give them a tramp stamp?
(I just choked on my water)
You made me laugh, you get a drabble
“Seriously?” Uma finally asks after a couple of dozen seconds looking like they were debating whether to laugh, cry, or run away in mortification “You— Seriously? You’re not serious, are you?”
They snort a little, looking away—thinking about it?—until Uma’s gaze returns to you.
“Oh, I am serious!”
Uma snorts again, “Seriously?”
Their cheeks flush as the playfulness gradually dies, probably coming to the realization that you are, in fact, very serious.
“C’mon, you know you want to,” you tilt your head with a grin.
“Do I? You know it’s permanent, right?”
“You don’t say?”
“Jackass,” Uma rolls their eyes fondly. Comfortable despite the very bizarre situation, they even mimic your sarcasm “At least it’s not your [genitals].”
You pretend to think about it only to have your arm swatted by Uma—so much for teasing them. They circle you and lift your shirt from behind like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your eyebrows shoot up, Uma feels somewhat different when their eyes flash with the intent of creation, of art.
“You have good skin,” Uma comments casually. You feel them hesitate before their thumb ever-so-slightly brushes the dip in your spine “Okay, but you’re not getting a discount anymore.”
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