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space princess 💫
I did some galaxy makeup for Allura and while I was having issues, I think it turned out real nice!
Royai in that one scene in Pacific Rim because;;; it totally happened. im sure of it.
⭐ azi is one lucky angel ⭐
༺ღ༒ 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 ༒ღ༻
Crowley dose a lot of tempting,and most of the time it isn't on purpose
Mr. Wolf Sketches (ft. A swap AU where he’s called Moe)
SCP WOF AUS SCP WOF AUS SCP WOF AUS SCP WOF AUS!!!!!!!!
FEATURING AU #1 (WOF CHARACTERS SET IN THE SCP UNIVERSE).....AND AU #2 (SCP CHARACTERS SET IN THE WOF UNIVERSE).....AND ALSO A LOOK AT DESIGNS FOR CHARACTERS I HAVENT POSTED HERE YET :))))
AU INFO UNDER THE CUT!!!!!
AU #2
049 - Designed by my friend :). A Night/Sand hybrid who works on the Nightwing island as a doctor. Rumored to have hatched off of the island and therefore may have mysterious moon powers related to bringing back the dead, as patients who should have absolutely died are miraculously up and walking the next day...
035 - A theatre mask created by Skywings thousands of years ago for their plays. The mask itself heavily resembles that of a Skywing and Nightwing, though can't fit exactly into either. It is rumored the mask was cursed by an animus throughout its years, or perhaps was created cursed, and was eventually tossed away due to the Skywings animus paranoia. Now, this mask possesses dragons to use as it's host, and wanders across Pyrrhia causing various acts of mischief.
AU #1, THE LONGER ONE
Starting with legends
Diamond - A highly respected site director with some form of anomalous ability tied to her skill in running the site. Despises Vigilance because of The Incident(tm) and often let's her vengeance get in the way of being, yknow, actually good at her job.
Vigilance - Another site director who runs a completely separate site.
Arctic - The son of Diamond and the one originally deemed to follow in her footsteps and eventually take over her place as site director. However, on a mission he was set to oversee, he fell in love with Foeslayer, and ended up requesting and being allowed transfer to Vigilance's site because of it. He has dropped in the ranks since, and no one really knows what to do with him, so he wanders the site aimlessly and takes care of various administrative tasks.
Foeslayer - A member of MTF Nu-7 (Hammer Down), who is housed at a different site than usual members of her task force. Besides this, she's incredibly good at her job, and even more so when she gets together with Arctic. Though originally it was questioned if she should be demoted due to The Incident(tm), they decided against it.
Darkstalker - Housed and raised off site originally, bit eventually trained and educated into joining the Intelligence Agency, mostly due to his mindreading. Overall liked by his peers, but rises in the ranks scarily quickly. Some believe he may one day overtake Vigilance and become the new site director.
Clearsight - Originally a regular Nightwing, however was contacted by the foundation at a young age due to her studies into timelines being deemed knowledge she shouldn't access. When her powers were investigated they found she could be a valuable resource, and was immediately trained into being a researcher. Though she's incredibly nervous about this job, she's quite good at it, and doesn't have many complaints as it allows her to study anomalies based in the idea of timelines. Once she was moved to Vigilance's site, she specifically requested offices far away from the Intelligence agency, which brought suspicion, but was never investigated.
Aaaaanddd..present day!!!
Morrowseer - Site director of the site previously directed by Vigilance. Highly respected and feared.
Moonwatcher - Raised specifically for the job of working at the foundation, due to being Morrowseer's daughter. She never knew her mother and when she was deemed old enough (her late teens) was ranked as a trainee in the Scientific department. However, on just her first day, she hears distant whispers of a past foundation employee trying to communicate with her..only to find out it's one of the long deemed "Safe" SCPs they've had unconscious in containment.
Kinkajou - Researcher trainee specializing in biohazards, though there's debate on if she should be moved to an MTF department.
And yeaajhhh!!!! THERES MORE TO THE AU, BUT I THOUGHT A LITTLE BIT OF INFODUMPING ON THE BASICS WOULDNT HURT :)
IF U READ THIS, HI!!!! HELLO!!!!! THANKS!!!
ALSO I JUST NOW REALIZE I FORGOT DARKSTALKERS TEAR MARKS :(
...AND ORIGINALLY MISSPELLED VIGILANCE
FUCK
Shigaraki in a suit with his hair tied up- 😩
Nicholas Brown & PDA
He doesn't mind PDA, he just won't be starting it.
He'll accept your kisses, but please don't try to kiss him on the lips. He knows he's weak for your kisses.
While hugging (at home preferably) he hides his face in your neck or chest and relaxes, feeling you breathe or the vibration of your heartbeat.
So, yeah. He likes to cuddle.
He'll definitely kiss your skin depending on where he is hiding his face.
He's the kind of man who would let you be the big spoon if you ask to but then somehow he becomes a bigger spoon.
He usually doesn't hold your hand, you'll have to take his and he's probably going to ask you why are you taking his hand… in sign language, so he is going to let go of your hand, once you tell him why he'll probably offer you his hand.
If you take his hand in public he can react in two ways depending the situation: if he is in a place where there are enemy's he'll make you held to his clothes, because he needs his hands to be free if the situations requires to fight
if on the other hand, he is in a safe space he is going to squeeze your hand a bit as a way to demonstrate love and let go.
About kisses… Nicolas feels a bit awkward about them. It's because he has the idea that since he can't speak he will be bad at kissing.
You'll have to teach him how to kiss, Worrick is confused as fuck when he sees you explaining to Nico in sign language that no, speaking has nothing to do with kissing.
Worrick smiles proudly when he bargains in Nico's room and finds you in bed together. You are over Nico, kissing him.
"Go away" Nico orders him out loud and Worrick laughed as he walked away.
He's actually an excellent kisser. From the sweet, to the passionate and lustful kisses.
He loves the feeling of your skin, so he'll like to trace figures with his fingers, feel all of you with every part of his body.
He likes to smell your hair, right before you shower, because it's when it smells less like shampoo and more like you.
He doesn't like hugs when you are out in the open, he feels trapped and open for anyone to attack him
He would prefer you to keep your touchy touchy loving hands away from him while on the street because he gets nervous that anyone would see and put you in danger.
He has zero modesty when the "public" is just Worrick or Alex, this man can kiss you, caress you and even fuck you in front of those two because they already know the nature of your relationship with him.
So stop him if the kisses star to get steamy.
Can you do a Smut Karl fic with female reader as Ethan Focused on the part that Karl proposes to Ethan an alliance but with the reader accepting it?
I really like your writing and I think you would do it really well ^^
Oh god, oh jeez, first ask for exclusively NSFW--
2 things: one, there's going to be a little bit of buildup before the "good bits", because I wound up writing a whole-ass fic, and two I have never written a whole-ass fic like this before. Let me know if you like it, I would be more than happy to re-do with bullets if you prefer!
TW: NSFW (Meaning 18+), female reader, Reader is Sassy, rewriting the Heisenberg confrontation, and Heisenberg is a little smitten already, also crazy long post. As In 3259 words total.
Let me know If I miss anything, so I can add it to the list above. NSFW newbie (read: I've got no idea what I'm doing), so I don't know what/how to tag. Enjoy!
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"Truth Hurts, don't it?"
You spin around, coming face to face with the man who's been harassing you for the past few hours.
You kiss your teeth and say nothing.
Karl Heisenberg, the last Lord in your way, doesn't seem to mind your lack of response. Instead, he grins, like your reaction pleases him.
He takes a drag of his cigar. "You think that you can just take me out like the others and then you get to go and save Rose, right?"
It's like he's implying that you can't, and after the day you've had it lights a fire in your stomach.
"She's just a baby," Your voice shakes with barely suppressed rage. "She doesn't deserve any of this. I won't let it happen."
"Easy there, Buttercup," Heisenberg takes a couple steps closer to you, exhaling a cloud of cigar smoke that drifts out from underneath his hat. He smiles like he's about to sell you something, and it puts you on edge. "You've got this all wrong. I--"
There's the sound of a revving engine and your anger fades as you ready yourself for a confrontation, unholstering your gun and looking for the source of the noise. Heisenberg swears, glancing between you and a grate on the floor, before stalking over to it and wrenching it open.
"Shut your fucking hole!" he yells, and the engine makes a stalling sound before cutting out completely. He slams the grate shut, and you take advantage of his distraction to reload your magnum. You don't want to run out of bullets if this encounter goes...south.
There's an awkward pause in the new silence before Heisenberg speaks up again.
"Sorry about that," he mutters. The apology comes off as weirdly genuine.
Before you can stop yourself, a laugh bubbles out of your throat, "Oh, just for that?"
For a split second, you think you've made a massive misstep, because Heisenberg takes a few quick steps in your direction, pointing a hand at you like he's going to get in your face--
Then he stops short, so close that his face is less than a foot away from yours. He lowers his hand, takes a deep breath, and works his jaw for a couple seconds like he's getting his thoughts together. His expression--weirdly enough--settles into a smile.
"I'm a little out of practice for apologies, Buttercup. But you're alive right now because you proved yourself. Which means, you're an asset. I'd take the win if I were you."
You might have been intimidated if that didn't just push every annoyance button in your soul. The anger that you just managed to suppress simmers a little higher as you search his face, hoping to get a read on what the hell this asshole might have been thinking. Unfortunately, the dark glasses obscuring his eyes do too good of a job at hiding any emotions other than what's painted on his lips. He's a good looking man, with an excellent poker face. All you can register is his amusement.
Frustrated, you can't resist rolling your eyes. "Oh, so I'm supposed to be grateful that you had me chased by lycans and forced through a meat grinder?"
His smile widens at the words 'meat grinder'. "It stopped before it killed you, didn't it?"
"Spare me. Like you had anything to do with that."
Heisenberg's smile drops.
Shrapnel and spare metal suddenly whirls off the floor in a tornado of blades, the grates on the floor rattle and the furniture around you twists through the air. One of the sharper pieces of metal whips through the air and presses a dull edge to your throat. Pipes start to creak, door frames warp in place and through all the chaos Heisenberg glowers down at you.
"You have no idea what I can do," he snarls.
Apparently your sense of self-preservation has been irreparably damaged after your experience today, because you ignore the shrapnel at your neck and laugh again, inching your head close enough that your nose nearly brushes against his. "Now, now, handsome," you coo, sweet and teasing and low, "you're supposed buy me dinner first!"
You only say it to throw him off his game, to be condescending and rude and to show you're not afraid of him...But. But. But.
Heisenberg wets his lower lip with a quick swipe of his tongue.
A noise too soft to be a growl rumbles through the air, and the sound is so deep you can feel it in your bones despite the distance between you. He tilts his head ever so slightly--causing the tip of his nose to brush against yours so quickly you think you've imagined it--and exhales a long hot breath in you face, just over your mouth.
Then with a loud clatter, the metal in the room drops back to the floor.
Heisenberg takes a step back.
Your brain short circuits. What the hell.
Heisenberg chuckles thinly, filling the silence between you both, then takes another drag from his cigar. "Fair enough, Buttercup. But, uh, let's save dinner till after we talk business."
With a flick of his wrist, a metal chair skids across the room to screech to a stop right next to you.
"Have a seat," He gestures theatrically to the chair, and you slip past him, making a point to drag your gaze ever so slowly from his feet, up his legs, lingering on his muscular chest before resting on his face.
It's meant to be an 'I'm watching you' gesture--and a callback to your attempt at an insulting flirtation--which is why you're surprised when he averts his gaze and clears his throat.
Heisenberg stalks over to the cork-board.
You oblige your "host" and sit, but decide to keep your gun out. When he turns to face you again, you flick the safety off the magnum and prop it on your knee, the barrel pointed directly at him.
You see him raise an eyebrow over his glasses. "Is that really necessary?"
You smile pleasantly at him and bat your eyelashes. "Oh I couldn't possibly say. Why don't you tell me?"
"Cute," Heisenberg lifts a finger, and the safety clicks back on. You scowl. "But I am trying to build a little trust here, Buttercup. A good partnership takes trust from both sides."
You blink, stunned. "Partners."
So he was trying to sell you something.
"Partners," he repeats back with a sharp grin. His smile is dangerous, but the adrenaline that's been powering your every action since you got to this little slice of Hell makes you focus on the curve of his lip and the sharpness of his canines.
You shift in your seat and take a long, slow breath. There's a heat curling in your abdomen that makes you cross your legs and force yourself to refocus. You really shouldn't have flirted with him-- it's clearly made your brain misfire in all the worst ways. Now was really not the time.
Thankfully the man across from you interprets your silence as permission to continue.
"Listen, Buttercup, you're being played," Heisenberg drops his cigar to the floor and stamps it out. "Miranda's got you so focused on Rose you're missing the bigger picture here."
Your eyes narrow, then dart over to the gilded photograph of the strange hell angel who had sentenced you to death when you first arrived. There's red string branching out from the photo like legs on a spider, and it loops around pins across the cork board to make an unsettling web. There's a lot of thought put into it's assembly.
Getting you here, setting up this whole scenario, with props and photos and pages of research, would be the world's most pointless, complicated double cross. Heisenberg clearly believes what he's telling you is the truth.
So.
"Tell me what I'm missing, then."
Lord Heisenberg's smile gets this manic tilt to it. "You're being tested. It's something Miranda likes to do, you see. Experiment," he spits out the word with earned resentment. "She wants to see if you're strong enough to be a part of her little family."
The words "Oh Hell No" come out of your mouth before you even process them.
Heisenberg laughs, long and loud. "I knew I would like you! Y'see, I'm of the same opinion," He makes his way over to you with slow, measured steps. "She's been using you as her glorified cleanup crew, starting from the bottom and making you move right up the chain! So I figure, why not give the lady a choice?"
There's a little thrill that jumps through you the closer he gets, and you need to shut that down fast. And babies have a remarkable way of killing the mood. "How does Rose come in?"
Heisenberg snorts, "Do you have any idea how powerful that kid is? Even Miranda is scared of her."
He then takes off his glasses, allowing you to finally get a good look at his eyes. Steel Blue--and they're unwarveringly, unflinchingly focused on you.
"You and me? We go save Rose, and then we can use her, to grind Miranda into paste," his hisses with relish.
Your eyes once again dart between the conspiracy theory board and the man who put it together. There's this edge to him that's almost... desperate. Hungry.
Finally, you gather your thoughts enough to speak. "If we're going to be partners, we can't use Rose like that."
Heisenberg's eyes flicker, and he straightens up slightly. "Now what's that supposed to mean?"
You stand up and put your free hand on your hip. "It means Rose is a goddamn baby, not a weapon. Considering the fact that I already took out the rest of your family without her, I'd say you and I have a pretty good shot at this, without stooping to Miranda's level."
"Not that I don't appreciate a gun and a can-do attitude, but Miranda's more powerful than you think--"
"Heisenberg," you taste the name on your tongue slowly, and stop kidding yourself--you're hit with a punch of lust when his pupils visibly dilate at your call. "I have the number of a strike team that was specifically created to eliminate and contain biohazards. We could probably just nuke her, if you want to play it that way."
The Last Lord looks at you like you've gifted him the greatest possible visual he could have ever conceived. "I do believe that would solve the problem," he beams so bright you could swear his eyes start to glitter under the brim of his hat.
"Then do I have your word that we leave Rose out of it?"
Heisenberg steps into your personal space yet again, but this time you feel the hairs on your arms stand on end. It's like his excitement has charged the air around you with static. You immediately refocus when he holds out a hand for you to shake.
"It's a done deal, Buttercup."
Sliding your gun back into it's holster, you extend your hand to grasp his.
In a moment like this, after sealing a deal, you would expect a quick shake before getting down to more official business. Instead, the both of you are caught in the moment--relief and anticipation and a twist in your belly that's making your blood run hot. Heisenberg doesn't seem to be too eager to break the silence either, and though you pick up satisfaction in his expression, the hungry glint in his gaze that you noticed earlier is still there...
...And he's not letting go of your hand.
In fact, his grip tightens on your fingers as he leans forward, pulled towards you like you've become a gravitational force. His eyes are half lidded as he looks down at you, greedily taking in everything that he sees.
"To killing Mother Miranda," He murmurs, his face close enough that you could count his eyelashes, "before she destroys any more fucking lives," he growls.
"God, she's such a bitch," you breathe.
Heisenberg lunges forward to kiss you so hard you feel his teeth collide with yours.
Your self control snaps and you pull him even closer. Your hands scramble up his back, under his jacket, digging into his shirt hard enough to tear the flimsy fabric. Tilting your head, you part your lips and allow him access, and he immediately takes it as an invitation to run his tongue against yours, groaning so deeply you feel the sound in your own lungs. It's like you're trying to devour each other. Somehow you stumble backwards, pulling Heisenberg with you until he's the one actively pressing you into the wall. His thigh slips between your legs, and the friction is enough to make you moan. He finally breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.
His eyes are glued to yours, and his breath is hot and fast in the space between you. "If you want to stop, it's got to be now," he warns. "I'm not the kind of man who can easily stop once I get what I want--"
Impatiently, you cut him off by grinding down on his thigh, "If you don't hurry up I'm doing this myself."
He chokes on an inhale at the sight before him before finally finding his voice, "You're something else, you know that?"
"We're Partners now," your voice wavers when you hit just the right spot, eyelids fluttering from the sensation. "I-I'm sure you'll get used to it."
"Fuck's sake," is all he says, forcing his mouth back over yours.
You dip your hands to your waist and pull your pants down over your hips while Heisenberg does the same, neither of you breaking the kiss. You only part briefly to shake them off your legs. Heisenberg doesn't bother with his, instead occupying himself with leveraging you against the wall and hooking your knees up and over his hips.
"Shirt off," he growls. You hastily comply, and your new partner wastes no time dipping his head to your collar bone to press his lips to your pulse point. Your heartbeat jumps and Heisenberg smiles into your skin.
His kisses turn into little love bites along your collarbone and dipping down between your breasts, occasionally sucking a hickey into spots that make you hold back little whines and gasps.
It's too much. It's not enough. Your hips cant forwards against his hard on, making him gasp instead, and he pulls back enough that you finally see what you're working with. His cock is thick and long, and he's apparently worked up enough that the tip is already dripping.
You reach up to tug the hair at the back of his head, forcing him to make eye contact with you again as you use your other hand to gently work yourself onto his dick. He's big enough that there's a stretch despite how wet you are, and you bite your lips to hold back a whine, but it's entirely worth it. The face he makes is perfection--a furrowed brow with pupils blown wide and swollen lips parted. It's an extremely satisfying expression to see on the Lord of the Factory.
You both pause, just taking in the new feeling, but eventually the sensation starts to get to you. You clench your walls down around him and he hisses, glaring at you halfheartedly. "Come on now."
You snicker. "I'm trying to."
Karl snorts. Then he snaps his hips into yours and it cuts through your laughter.
"Fuck," you gasp in surprise.
"I'm trying to," he mocks back.
It's annoying as hell, but you can't be mad when he starts to fuck you in earnest, his cock sliding into you deep and hard.
Time feels like it's running in slow motion, and you try to match his thrusts, swiveling your hips to drag out the sensation. Eventually the two of you hit a rhythm that has you both sighing in pleasure--Long steady strokes that make your thighs clamp down on his hips.
It's still not enough. You're starting to get desperate. You move your free hand down to where your bodies connect, your finger slipping past your lips and just far enough inside that you can feel yourself take every stroke. It's full and tight and good enough that your brain is going numb.
Heisenberg is equally appreciative, groaning while biting down so hard on your shoulder that you know it's going to bruise black.
You moan in response, moving your attention to your clit and trying to chase the feeling higher. You just manage to catch the right rhythm when Karl lets go of one of your legs to force your hand away.
Just as you're about to let out a noise of protest he cuts you off with a swift kiss. When he pulls away, his smile is dark enough to send a shiver down your spine.
"None of that now, Buttercup. Either you let me do it, or it's not happening at all," he says.
You curse but wrap your arms around his neck, wordlessly letting him do what he wants. You're rewarded when a calloused thumb starts to rub circles into your already sensitive clit, and the rough texture paired with the steady tempo makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.
"Fuck, fuck, just look at you," Heisenberg sounds almost drunk as he gasps out the words, hiking your legs even higher on his hips. The shift in angle makes you let out a soft whine, and your head thumps back into the wall. "How am I supposed to take my eyes off you, huh? Making a face like that."
Your mouth falls open, but words don't come.
Heisenberg snarls, pressing you even harder against the wall. With every thrust you're pounded back hard enough that the cement starts to scratch you up through your shirt. His head drops to your neck, and you can feel his lips shift against your skin before your ears actually pick up what he's saying.
"--You an' me, Buttercup, just you an' me, and we're gonna get our fuckin' dues--"
He's babbling, practically feral as he ruts into you, and you can barely hold it together. Your walls start to flutter and you know what's coming, but just as you think to warn him, he pulls out of you almost completely, and then slams back in.
You see stars.
It only takes a few more thrusts before your pleasure peaks like a flash of electricity, and you cum with a cry. Karl follows you seconds after, groaning into your neck and continuing to grind into you, working through the aftershocks.
It takes a while for your your thoughts to get coherent again, but there's no rush. Heisenberg keeps you pressed into the wall, leaning his forehead against yours and using his free hand to rub circles into your hip bone. The quiet is soothing, and it's the safest you've felt all day.
As you both take in the afterglow, there's another rumble of an engine from the grate in the floor.
Heisenberg sighs, and lifts his hand. The grate lifts, and with a twist of his wrist a hammer from the worktable flies down the shaft. There's a loud clang, and then the saddest little whirring noise you've ever heard.
Catching your breath, you meet his gaze, "That happen often?"
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Don't you worry now, Partner. You'll get used to it."
Brat Shaming
Me and @luci-n-lyssa made this together in our dms hehehe, and we had to share it with the world. I hope you enjoy. This is preeeetty intense so mind the warnings my loves!!!
Lucius Malfoy x fem!Reader. Older man/younger woman, caning, crying, daddy kink, punishment, kinda semi public masturbation, shoe riding, degradation, spanking, spitting, brat taming, humiliation kink, heavy dom/sub, reader and Lucius have an established safeword!!!
“You are going to regret that” Lucius mutters through gritted teeth from behind his desk, icy eyes burning into yours with a fiery rage.
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Overstimulation (Aizawa and Hizashi)
18+ only content. Minors do not interact:
Warnings: Overstimulation, D/s dynamics, bondage, squirting
The binds around your thighs tighten as you reach another peak, forcing them apart despite your body’s resistance. Shouta’s cock spreads you perfectly, pulling moans and whimpers from your trembling form as you fall apart beneath him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he assures you, smoothing a hand up your glistening stomach to stimulate your nipples.
You’re suspended in a way that allows him to do with you as he pleases. Sweat-soaked body helplessly exposed to his experienced touch. He moves between your weak spots seamlessly. Composed and focused, like a thief expertly cracking a safe’s combination.
“G-Gods-” you beg, crying out as he once again finds the right speed and rhythm. You choke on your moan when he rubs your clit, bringing a wolfish smirk to his lips.
“There it is.” Shouta teases, but devolves to deep, hungry growls when he looks down to watch you coat him in your essence. “Such a pretty pussy.”
“FUCK!” The praise pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses. The intensity of your orgasm causing you to sob. Shouta doesn’t stop. Fucking you through it until the final waves ebb.
With a sigh, he brushes the hair from his forehead.
“Feeling good?”
You nod, barely coherant but ready for more.
Suddenly, a buzzing fills the space between you, snapping your mind back into focus.
“Let’s find out if you’re a squirter.”
“Damn baby, you’re squirmin’ like an eel!” Hizashi mocks you, relishing the way you writhe against the overwhelming pleasure. You’re so full of him, stingingly sensitive as he rubs frantic circles on your clit, “Fuck. Come on. Good girl.”
“I c-can’t~” You whine, bucking in his grip. But Hizashi holds you still, keeping your body close as his hips roll deeper.
“Yeah you can. I got ya baby. Cum for me.” Your vision blurs when his head hits your sweet spot, pussy clenching as he fucks you through another mind-numbing orgasm.
You’re almost sobbing as you soak the sheets beneath you. Hizashi’s teasing chuckles turn to hissed praise when you clamp down oh him, temping him to fill you to the brim.
“You’re so -fuck- pretty like that,” he tells you, pressing feather light kisses to your neck and shoulder. A quiet hum escapes him when your walls give one last appreciative squeeze.
“T-Thank you… Sir.”
“Mhm.” Nimble fingers trail up and down your arms, coaxing you down from your epic high. You giggle as his mustache tickles your ear, only to tense up when he whispers, “ But I think you’ve gotta little more in you, Yeah?”
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Telling your sub to keep their eyes open while you fuck them has gotta be the hottest thing ever, saying “look at me when im fucking you baby. I want to see how good im making you feel.”
Mr Compress NSFW Edition (Fem!Reader)
This is my first time ever writing NSFW, I’m so sorry if it’s not that great! I assumed the reader to be fem! in this one, but do let me know if anyone would like something different.
Also, this one follows my current Yandere story, but can be read as a one-off.
CW: Masturbation, light bondage
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DAVID DASTMALCHIAN by MIKE RUIZ for L’OFFICIEL FASHION BOOK.
ARF ARF ARF ARF!!! BARK BARK BARK!!! SIR, DO YOU NEED A DOG?! CAUSE I CAN BARK FOR YOU!!! ARF ARF BARK BARK!!!!!
I only found these photos in pinterest.
Rnzxx32 Nina Diamondz- Go show her some love and support this chick on her "special pages" lol.. Just search her name RNZxx32. This ones a CHAMP!
Heavy jugs
