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been meaning to finish an armor ref and i've been procrastinating~

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wip ~
been meaning to finish an armor ref and i've been procrastinating~
Heyy I was the one who requested the dazai nsfw alphabet and just wanna say I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THAT TOO!! Except the fact that he likes edging 😒. It goes really well with his character though!! Just that I'm not that big of a fan for edging (yup totally selfshiping here). It makes me wanna edge HIM until he's begging to cum since he's so obsessed with cumming inside 🤭
YAY I'm glad you liked it!!
He's a twisted little shit, he loves messing with his partner and he honestly would love his partner edging him too. I definitely think Dazai likes to sub for his partner if they go really hard on edging him and controlling him and making him beg to cum. Half the time she slowly lowers herself onto his dick and he busts immediately, and half the time he sits there and whines and begs and cries until she kisses his tears and tells him he can cum inside and then she milks him for all he's got o3o
todays THE DAY ladies how are those thanksgiving bellies doing!!!
11 with lukanette?
11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
leave me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a kiss!
post-uni this time around c: with a special guest mention!
Between the two of them, Marinette’s always been the first one awake and out of bed. She supposes it’s the baker’s blood in her; her father’s always been up and making the first loaves of bread by four in the morning. And for as long as she can remember, she’s gone for a run and showered and made breakfast and made her daily To-Do list by nine. Which is, usually, when Luka shuffles out of bed when he opts to sleep over. It’s been this way for years—since she graduated from university and moved into her own place, actually.
But this time, when she blindly gropes for her 6 A.M. alarm and shuts it off, she makes no move to get up. She doesn’t want to. The season is starting to turn chilly, and she treated herself to a bath just last night, and she can always spoil herself with leftovers for breakfast. Besides, Luka is here, and he’s warm and cozy under these blankets with her… if anything, she only wants to keep him closer. Which is exactly what she does.
With a yawn and her phone now face-down on her nightstand, Marinette snuggles into him, swings a leg over his hips and feels him stir beside her. They don’t exchange a single word; Luka only pulls her closer, and she splays her fingers out in the space between his shoulder blades, and her mouth finds the inside of his arm, right where she knows one of his tattoos must be. His half-asleep hum buzzes under her lips when she moves to his bare chest, kisses his collarbone and his shoulder and just over his heart. He returns them just as lazily—a kiss to the top of her head, another just along her hairline, one more to her temple—until their lips find one another in the dark.
It isn’t until they break the kiss, soft and sweet, that Marinette bothers to crack her eyes open. She smiles, still sleepy, and runs her fingers up and down his arm. “Hi,” she murmurs, chancing one more kiss to his nose.
She can only guess, from the low morning growl of his voice, that Luka’s smiling, too. “Hey yourself,” he murmurs back, reaching over and grabbing his phone. He blinks, surprised, against the screen. “6:04? And you’re still in bed? Damn…” He grins, gathering her up again, and his lips find the line of her jaw. “Must be my lucky day.”
“Luka…” She squeaks softly, patting his shoulder when he rolls her onto her back and doesn’t let up. “Cam’s home.”
“Cam’s sleeping,” he corrects her, mouthing at the crook of her neck as if to prove his point. “After a second shift. And you’ve heard way worse from her anyway.”
“I mean it,” Marinette whispers, and he relents, pressing his forehead to hers, seemingly satisfied with how she runs her hands over his skin instead. “Later, I promise.”
“Later, when we get our own place?” Luka smiles, nuzzling her cheek. “When we can slow-dance in our own kitchen…”
“We just did that yesterday—”
“In your kitchen,” he points out. “I’m talking about our kitchen.”
“Of course…” Another yawn, and Marinette all but sinks into the mattress, Luka a comfortable weight on top of her until he rolls them onto their sides. “Our kitchen…”
In the dark, Luka brushes her hair from her eyes; she can feel his gaze roving over her, revering her from her head to her waist. “Gonna go for your run now?”
Marinette only smiles, catches him by the wrist and kisses his palm, and nestles against him again. “Nah.”
dancer is bananas
animal................ crossing..........................
A whole goblin
I wanted to draw a serious, edgy bust of this new dragon I bought, but then I paused and thought, ‘Wait. Why would I do that?’ and drew this instead!
Slime,, baby. fresh out the swamp