#cloudy ridge

[pressgardens]

a couple of my sonic ocs i've done references for!!!

#sonic oc #mobian #sonic the hedgehog #sth #starla #allegro #just adding tags in case i post more drawings of them for myself LOL #art #cloudy ridge

[thorsenmark]

Hillsides and Mountains with a Spring Bloom (Shenandoah National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While walking around the Dickey Ridge Visitor Center with a view looking to the southwest to other ridges and peaks (Buck Mountain & Long Mountain based on PeakVisor app) in the Northern Blue Ridge. This is in Shenandoah National Park. In composing this image, I wanted to keep a balance with the foreground with the grasses and nearby trees and shrubs with that of the blues and whites in the skies above. I felt the foreground grasses helped to create a way to draw a viewer into the image and see the more distant mountains. I did some initial post-processing work making adjustments to contrast, brightness and saturation in DxO PhotoLab 7. I then exported a TIFF image to Nik Color Efex Pro 7 where I added a Polarization, Foliage, and Pro Contrast filter for that last effect on the image captured.

#Appalachian Mountains #Azimuth 226 #Blue Ridge Mountains #Blue Skies #Blues Skies with Clouds #Buck Mountain #Day 1 #Dickey Ridge Visitor Center #DxO PhotoLab 7 Edited #Forest #Forest Landscape #Grassy Area #Grassy Field #Grassy Meadow #Hillside of Trees #Landscape #Landscape - Scenery #Long Mountain #Looking SW #Meadows #Mountains #Mountains in Distance #Mountains off in Distance #Nature #Nikon Z8 #No People #Northern Blue Ridge #Outside #Partly Cloudy #Partly Sunny

[pellinni-photo]

mountainous countryside landscape in september. rural fields and forest on the hills rolling in to the distant ridge. wonderful nature scenery on a cloudy weather day in dappled light - mountainous countryside landscape in september. rural fields and forest on the hills rolling in to the distant ridge. wonderful nature scenery on a cloudy weather day in dappled light

#mountain #cloudy #view #landscape #day #field #sky #autumn #hill #rural #forest #ridge #nature #back

[spikeyjo]

now that ai can do voices and all that good shit. someone make orville peck ghost riders in the sky. PLEASE

#an old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day??? #UPON A RIDGE HE RESTED AS HE WENT ALONG HIS WAY????????? #WHEN ALL AT ONCE A MIGHTY HERD OF RED EYED COWS HE SAW #PLOWING THROUGH THE RAGGED SKIES AND UP THE CLOUDY DRAW???????????????????? #MR PECK YOU ARE KILLING ME #STOP DOING adorable interviews which i love dont stop please BUT STOP AND SING SOME DAMN SONGS

[newriverartist]

Too Loud

Silver Lining at Pawleys Island Original 22″ x 30″ acrylic painting $1390 I like the sound of rain and I don’t mind rainy days at all. They have a calming effect on me but the sound of rain at 4:00 am is not welcome. I couldn’t believe how loud it was this morning. Not raining at all now. Oh well. We can’t regulate the rain and I hope someone doesn’t decide we should figure out a way to do…

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#abstract paintings #Blue Ridge paintings #Cloudy beach days #Kendall Kessler Art #mountain sunset paintings #pawleys island paintings #rose paintings #Towhee Hill Studio Art #wildflower paintings

[imaginariumgeographica]

At the time of posting (5:17 UTC) Curiosity has been on Mars for 11 Earth years!

There's a post claiming that Curiosity sings itself happy birthday each year - it did it's first year, but it hasn't since. Power is an in-demand resource, especially this year when we're in the dead of winter with an aging battery and still trying to pack in science as we climb Mount Sharp!

This past earth year has been a great one for the decade-old rover. We crossed into the sulfate region, which contains more "salty" minerals which probably formed later in Mars' history when the planet was transitioning from its wet past to its dry present.

Despite this we still saw evidence of past water, which we thought we'd left behind lower down the mountain!

We're not just looking down with our robot geologist - the present climate is a treasure trove. It's the middle of the cloudy season on Mars, and earlier this year Curiosity saw some stunning twilight clouds lit by the just-set sun. This included seeing crepuscular rays for the first time on Mars, and a stunning, feather-like cloud.

Curiosity has faced challenging terrain from the hard rocks of the marker band to the slippy slidy ridge it navigated quite recently, but 11 years after landing it's still going strong with a team back on earth helping it navigate the challenges it faces.

Happy Earth birthday, Curiosity 🥳

#curiosity rover #mars science laboratory #mars #space tag

[vamph00n]

idea, but idk if you take ideas

reader gets turned on by hoon’s vampire like features, and convinces him to rp as one while they’re fucking

mdni

tags: femreader, vampire kink, mentions of the twilight movies, hoon is jealous obv.

*not proofread will do later

wc: 1,2k

smut tags under the cut

i added my own lil spin on it annonie~ mainly cause i’ve been rewatching twilight rndjsoskdndknsla

smut tags: biting kink, implications of sex, dirty talk, chest groping, etc

he doesn’t know how many times you watched those stupid twilight movies. all he knew is that you fawned over some guy in those films with the most victorian name ever. he wasn’t your type and sunghoon was sure of it, why would he be your type when he; your boyfriend, was right there? nah, he didn’t like that you thought of any other men than him. even if he was fictional.

you had all the books too, along with whatever smutty literature he saw on that well dusted shelf in your house. you lived in those dirty fantasies when he was right there. the way you’d kick your feet and giggle while watching those movies. it really pissed him off, it was all imaginary, pretend. it was stupid for him to be so jealous, but god there was one thing he hated the most about your little hyper fixation…

well, the thing is sunghoon doesn’t want to come off as a pissy bitch. he’ll happily go along with whatever endeavors you put him through. it’s just when you make him watch the same few movies with you again, he felt his ego shrink every passing second spent staring at robert pattinson play a vampire. especially when your comments consisted of comparisons between him and edward whats-his-face’s character.

“look at him hoon, he’s like all sparkly in the sun, n’ he has like this mad gaze.” Your eyes pan over to your boyfriend, watching him stare at the tv blankly, in a boredom induced daze.

he’s tuning out what you’re saying, because well, it makes him feel somewhat inadequate. it’s so rare for him to feel this way. he’s so self assured, maybe even a little egotistical sometimes. how can he not be? you yourself loaded up his little brain with compliments and ideas. saying how he’s the man of your fucking dreams, or the way your body contorted in different ways, becoming helpless when he did so little as touching you. hell yeah, you made him feel so damn special.

with his brows furrowed at the screen, he sees your odd stare from the corner of his eye. why do anything to reassure you of what you were thinking in that moment? he knows you, he can practically read your mind. before diverting your attention back to the screen a scoff leaves your mouth. call him petty or whatever you want, he just wants to get through watching this god forsaken movie for the millionth time without his brain frying.

sunghoon is so ridged. his arms are crossed, and he’s like, all stiff. whatever, you can deal with it. although it’s frustrating that he’s so oblivious.

you find yourself scooting closer, leaning and commenting on the movie. with each sentence you say, you can feel his dreary attitude loom over. it’s given, you’ve forced him to death watch your silly little movies to the point where he himself can recite each word.

“he’s like, —i don’t know. like can you imagine? getting puncture wounds, and hickeys at the same—“

that’s where sunghoon draws the line.

“can you shut up?”

dang. he was livid. you have right to your own thoughts but to think like that? when he’s right there? when he can well rip off your panties and fuck you the way this guy can’t because it’s all speculative? all you had to do was let him, just ask and he’ll deliver. you know it.

but then again, you boyfriend is as dense as concrete and dumb as bricks sometimes. guess you’d have to give him a nudge, a hint too probably.

“i mean, can you imagine what’s it like to be a vampire?”

you’ve practically told him what you wanted, and he still has that red cloudy look of jealousy with somewhat of a frown on his face and his overgrown bangs shading his eyes. if he wasn’t upset, you’d tell him how cute he looks right now. how dumb he is, is also what you’d tell him. then again you weren’t exactly being straightforward.

with your question slipping in one ear and out the other, he just tunes you out. yeah it’s pathetic he feels so strongly about something so meaningless, could he help it though? he was insane about you.

your eyes darken as you grab the remote, and thank goodness you turned it off. sunghoon finds you sliding on of your legs over his thighs as you take a seat. you gaze into his eyes, he looks annoyed. he’s suppressing the urge to just fuck the stupid crush you had on that twilight vampire out of you. it makes you laugh at how blind he is. nevermind, you probably had to spell it out for him.

“you can do that. you can bite me here, and here-“

you drag your two fingers indicating where he could, and his breath hitches. it’s like all his senses are tingly, and piercing. his ears are ringing, with the rush of adrenaline and the newfound excitement he had. just hearing you describe what you wanted him to do.

you saw his jaw hang slack, as you merely told him what you wanted. tracing your fingers down your abdomen and to your thighs, you tap on the fleshy inner part.

“you can bite here too.”

his hands grab your hips, he gets it now. he slides a hand up your shirt holding your chest. your mind drives him crazy. his touch sends shivers down your spine.

“here too?” he asks asks, so politely.

it makes you heat up, and become more wet than your imagination allowed. when you thought of him like the cold blooded undead he resembled so much, it made you infatuated with the idea of it. the idea of him. how could he not see it? when you drew comparisons that surely pointed towards his own features that you loved so much.

his pretty skin glows in the dim light of your living room unlike of that portrayed in the movie. he’s real, and right here.

“didn’t you ever think, perhaps..” you say it so sweetly as you feel his hand roam around your body.

before you can finish your sentence, your breath is cut short. your back is now against the cushions of the couch, and his arms trap you beneath him. sunghoon wonders how he got so lucky, to have someone like you to show him all the ways he can make you wet. your so sick and twisted, not for your little fantasy you wanted him to indulge in, but the fact you didn’t just tell him straight up. he ought to punish you.

he’ll let it slide though. partially because he feels his cock twitch restrained by his pants, and because he’s so willing to do what you ask of him. he knows this is the just the beginning, and honestly he’ll have fun woh it. so with his lips ghosting your neck, and his hot breath up against your ear he asks you a question.

“tell me what else you want me to do as your vampire. sweetheart”

copyright @vamph00n 2024

#enhypen #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #boost #enha #sunghoon #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon vampire #roleplay #vampire k!nk #biting k!nk #redacted

[argreion]

A Pretty Little Mouse You Are

Dragon-shifter Leon x Female Reader smutty drabble.

Warnings: Tiny gore talk. Dragon munch Leon, him having sensitive horns and doing a little grinding... I'm really passionate about this, shut up. Low-key monster fucking.

Val Here — We don't get banners, we get pussy ate. IM GOING THROUGH A 2AM PHASE RN. SHITTY SMUTTY WRITING MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND Y'ALL! I need to make s'mores with him you don't understandddd! We love stupid crappy endings too. cbyushajkcn. It's literally 4AM, and I'm just gonna say again so sorry if the writing is shitty I'm not proofreading I'm TIREDDDD!

Was it easy to be a 'mate' to a dragon? Being shipped off like those cliché stories. Yeah, uh, thanks to the village, you got thrown on a horse. Having to watch as this 'dragon' feasted on it, gore covering his face. Next, wanting to look at you with ravenous eyes. Oh, how this would be fun...

Fun that you would be put to such torture. Feeling his burning tongue swipe against your bundle of nerves. Your hands curling around those rough horns; ridges against your soft hands. The dragon-kin bucking against the sheets he often ruined. Letting himself get lost in your sweet taste.

“S-stop...” You moaned, weak from the overstimulation. It was like he never lost any energy. Infinite stamina for a beast that was alive for so many fucking years. Couldn't remember what he told you, the only thing that mattered was that skilled tongue he had—both in quick-wittedness and sex.

Only hearing a grunt against your lips, already got your answer. A stubborn no, as he pushed his tongue inside your weeping hole. Causing you to tighten your grip on his horns, head tossed back.

Leon couldn't help that you were so pretty. Arriving on that horse, crying your eyes out and your screams muffled. Watching you struggle as he grew closer to your form. All vulnerable, soon to be become his little pretty jewel. Painted in claw marks and bites. His little mate.

He also couldn't help his hips as he ground against your shared bed. Well, more like lazily thrown together nest. With the help of Leon, 'graciously' stealing pillows and a fancy blanket for you. Luxurious for a common girl from a village.

Hearing him mutter words in her mother tongue against your folds almost made you cum on the spot. Watching as he stared at you, staring at that fucked-out look on your face. Made his hips act up more, jutting his hips against the bed harshly.

“Make those noises, make those pretty little mews.” Leon hissed, suddenly biting into your thigh. Forcing a moan to come from your lips. Fangs threatened to make blood pour from the bite if he so desired. Pretty little human cries...

“My pretty little human.”

Already gotten what he needed, he finally let you cum on his tongue. Feeling the roughness grind against your pussy, fangs tracing against your folds. Sucking on your clit and pulling off with a pop. Watching as you would squirm, your hips thrusting into his mouth at the very last seconds. High impending on you as you heaved through your noises, before cumming with a high-pitched cry. Followed by expletives, and by expletives, many of 'em.

The look on his face, covered in release. Cloudy fluids leaked down his face, from his cheek to his chin. Licking the small drop on his lips with a satisfied hum. Watching as you faded in and out of consciousness. In the irk of temptation, he brought his hand up and brought it down against your mound. Making you yelp in surprise, bringing you out of the haze.

“What the fuck was that for!?” You yelled, yanking your head up to glare at him. Watching as he chuckled, gently caressing it as a nonverbal apology. Shifting to lay beside you, letting his tail lay across your stomach.

“Mmmm, you're cute when you squeak, like a mouse.” He purred, vibrating from his chest to his throat. Snuggling against you with a gentle, loving kiss to your temple.

“My pretty little squeaky mouse...”

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you

[69dias]

can you do a smut with trent w/ a breeding kink 🙏🏽🙏🏽

you always considered Trent to be someone who had a hold of himself; someone calm and collected even in the most compromising of situations, even when he had every right to lose it. even in bed, he’d trace your body with his eyes, memorizing every detail, singing your praises under his steady breath, hands firm and strong as they held your contrastingly trembling form.

that’s just the way he was — never losing his cool for a second too long.

as things that are out of the ordinary go, though, today just proved to be different.

the end of the season has brought with it a Trent that was a lot more carefree, having time to think about things his mind would usually never drift off to for too long, and it’s something you yourself only figure out as he looms over you, your legs locked around his waist.

his breath is heavy, warm in a way that sends chills down your spine when he tilts his head down to press his lips against the flushed skin of your neck. one of his hands, calloused and heavy, snakes down your body from where it rested against your nape, now pressing against your abdomen.

you can feel his cock inside of you still, twitching as he pulls back to stare at the length of your torso, and the slight movement makes you want to whine out for him to just move and stop prolonging this any further but he beats you to it —

“you’d look so pretty with a baby in you,” is what Trent settles on, voice coated with a new kind of desire, one that you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing on him before. “gonna let me fill you up?”

he punctuates his words with a shallow thrust, one that has you keening and almost forgetting what he’d just said. the idea of having a baby never crossed your mind before; even though talking about some sort of a tangible future with trent had definitely taken up parts of his days off, serious talks about a mini version of the two of you hadn’t been the forefront of those conversations. you thought he’d be put off by it — hell, you were put off by it considering how relatively fresh your relationship was — but the way his eyes are blown out, clouded with a mad desire, coupled with the sweetness that had coated his filthy words make your stomach twist with pleasure.

he lets a few beats pass, grinding into you to gain your attention as his free hand reaches between your bodies to stroke at your neglected clit. the contact makes you whine out his name along with garbled nonsense he doesn’t quite catch.

“I asked you a question, baby.” you look up at him, face contorted with confusion and head cloudy with a hunger that permeates into your body until your hands moved on their own accord to grab at his forearms. “gonna let me fill you up, baby?”

the way his cock feels inside of you, walls clamping down against every ridge of him, the way he looks at you with his darkened eyes, the way his touch makes you tremble, the idea of him filling you up and feeling him leak down your thighs, all of it makes any rationale fly out the window as you nod fervently.

“yeah — yes, please Trent — please fill me up,” your words melt into soft whines at the tail end as he resumes thrusting into you, driving his hips back and pushing in all the way to the hilt until you feel physically full, throat closing with how good it feels to have all of him in you. “gimme a — fucking hell — gimme a baby.”

you don’t know what’s come over you, truly, but it’s all worth it as you see him bite his lip, leaning down to press messy and wet kisses over every inch of skin he can get access to, an unadulterated yearning covering every move of his.

“fuck yeah, gonna fill you up all the way — fuck — gonna look so pretty all for me.”

#trent alexander arnold/reader #Trent Alexander arnold smut #trent alexander x you #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold x you #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold angst #football smut #football players/you #football players x you

[wrixie]

JUGGLING JULIANA | A BACHELORETTE CHALLENGE

Introducing Juliana Marie Olevera | Age: 27 | Pronouns: She/They Traits: Hot-Headed, Jealous, Geek

Juliana grew up in Chestnut Ridge where she fell in love with the ranch lifestyle. Even though she was an unhappy infant and child, they grew up to be passionate and kind despite her hot-headed, jealous nature. She found peace in taking care of her family's horse Midnight along with the few mini sheep they had! After moving (like 30 minutes) away from home, she felt lonely. Taking care of all her animals was great and all but they began to long for companionship in an actual person. Now she's hired a ranch hand and is ready to take on the challenge of love! Are you also up for that challenge?

Likes: horse riding, hot showers, cloudy weather, latin pop, brown tones, thrift stores, the smell of gasoline, farm animals, open spaces, video games, moon pie Dislikes: sharing her things, bunk beds (she was always on the bottom), dogs barking, ants, bowling, shaving her legs

Fun Facts About Juliana:

Has a horse named Moon Pie

Doesn't want children for a while

Would like to travel

Has a garden, doesn't use it

Wants to make $100k making nectar

Can never sit correctly

Only sings in the shower

Contestant Entry Guidelines:

Must be young-adult or adult

Humans are being accepted this time!

Must have at least one negative trait

Can be any gender

Cannot have the romantic trait

Skills don’t matter!

Should have Likes + Dislikes (if ya like)

Maxis-Match or CC free

Must be comfortable with changes such as eyes, skinblend + lashes as I have my own defaults and preferences as well as outfit changes to fit into my game style (i try to leave them as is however)

> Remember to at me @wrixie or use #julianasBC to make sure I see your entry+ ask if you have any questions

CONTESTANTS BELOW!

♡  7 / 7 CONTESTANTS

ALEJANDRO by @gerbits

BRODY by @aniraklova

ÍRIS by @hauntedtrait

RICKY by @comfyinn

RYAN by @oatberrytea

TARYN by @simwithlitz

TATE by @foxsimthings

Please send me your incredible sims!

#im expecting some HOT HOT cowboys and ladies guys #im so excited to be doing this again! #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #c #olevera legacy #juggling juliana #ts4 bachelorette challenge

[pressgardens]

some oc stuff!!!

bramble requested by my gf @opaloccultist

#sonic oc #mobian #sonic the hedgehog #sth #art #cloudy ridge #bramble #wysteria #noctelle #tagging their names for myself <3

[thorsenmark]

Color Efex Pro of a Barn in Cuba, New Mexico by Mark Stevens

#Azimuth 57 #Barn #Blue Skies #Blues Skies with Clouds #Colorado Plateau #Day 2 #DxO PhotoLab 7 Edited #Forest #Forest Landscape #Grassy Area #Grassy Field #Grassy Meadow #Hillside of Trees #Intermountain West #Jemez Mountains #Landscape #Landscape - Scenery #Looking NE #Meadows #Nature #New Mexico and Mesa Verde National Park #Nikon D850 #No People #Outside #Partly Cloudy #Partly Sunny #Pond #Project365 #Ridge #Ridgeline

[pellinni-photo]

mountain landscape on a cloudy autumn day. peak in the distance. grassy meadows and forested hills - mountain landscape on a cloudy autumn day. peak in the distance. grassy meadows and forested hills

#mountain #landscape #view #tourism #grass #meadow #peak #ridge #autumn #day #cloudy #sky #countrysid

[el-tur-el]

reverence, the suspension of belief, and the death of the divine.

Pairing: Zevlor x F!Tav

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Angst. 18+, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 1,525. Read it on AO3.

“How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?” - Richard Siken

Tav has become something of an expert in handling damaged goods over the last year and a half.

Perhaps it’s crude to say that, but she fails to see the fault in calling something by its name. There is no shame in being damaged - she is damaged, perhaps in different ways, but scuffed and worn all the same. A fissure, a fault, spiderwebbed lines reaching out spindly fingers over the surface of her being. Waiting for the wrong word, the wrong breath, the wrong hand. And then? Only broken glass. Only the pop fizz shatter of it all.

He thinks he is damaged, and she has spent the last year trying to paint him a different picture; the portrait of a man weary from the years, yes, but not broken. Oil paint smeared, rusty in its vermillions and carmines, but no less beautiful than it was in its first days of being.

----

He’s a willing subject upon the altar of their bedroom, patient and pliant as she drags her lips down his chest, lips grazing over the ridges over his sternum. He’d been so shy about his infernal heritage when they’d first gotten together, all blush and bashful, terrified that she would find dislike within the features that branded him as ‘different’. Now, after so many times of her settling her love for him down upon his weary frame, he’s far less hesitant about it all.

What reason does he have for shame? When these pieces that make up the soft composition of his body are just as much him as the kindness of his heart, the spirit of his being? Nothing about him was ragged or rough - cartilage is, at the end of the day, just cartilage; made to bend, to sway.

“Look at you.” She murmurs against the swell of the side of his pectoral. “Absolutely divine.”

He flushes, barely visible against the cloudy red of his skin, and his lips part - tremble and shake in their attempt to form themselves around the syllables of a protest, forming the shapes, soundless. She’s heard it all before; that there is nothing divine about someone touched by Asmodeus, that such talk is sacrilege. That he’s older than her, that she’d be better with someone else.

She will entertain none of it tonight.

She silences him by pressing the flat of her tongue against his skin and drags it upwards towards his clavicle. His brow furrows at that, a choked sound bubbling up in his throat. She relishes in that, the ability to unspool his self-deprecation, replace it with the syrupy sweet rush of want. He tastes like salt and sweat and something earthy, and it makes heat pool low in her stomach.

“Beautiful.” She breathes out again, finality in her voice; she will not be undermined here, not tonight.

She’s reminded of that rush of power that fizzled through her the first time she used the tadpole against someone. Authority. White hot and electric, the euphoria followed by the crash as realization settled within her.

She does not mean to strip away his autonomy, only to strip away his doubts.

“You are incorrigible.” He huffs out, all gravel and lilt.

“And you are stubborn.” She brings two hands down to cup either of his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the ridges on his face that he had once confided made him feel dreadfully insecure. “Be selfish for once in your life, Zev, please. Let me worship you, Commander.”

A number of things happen in rather rapid succession after that.

He lets out a sound that she’s certain she’s never heard from him before, rough and low, more akin to a growl than anything else. And then he’s gripping her hips - still so gentle, even now; a habit to revisit another day, lest she push him too far. She regards him through heavily lidded eyes as she testingly rolls her hips against his own, both of them letting out soft gasps when his length drags along her slick cunt.

“Gods, you’ll be the death of me.” The tips of clawed fingertips ever-so-slightly dig into the plush of her hips. She’s beginning to question her own resolve; the feeling of him against her, the barest hint of pressure against her clit. “Would you mind - could you….”

She dips down to ghost her lips over the shell of his ear. “Go ahead,” She prompts, all breath. “Tell me what you need, Commander.”

She doesn’t expect him to be so direct, but he’s tilting his head to the side to mirror her, his breath heavy and damp against her skin. “Ride me, please, Tav. I want to see your face when I make you come.”

A ripple of heat swims within her, and the lines between who is in charge blur; perhaps it matters little in the end, so long as he knows that she loves him, all of him. Every flaw, every fracture, every bruise and blemish on his pride that is, by all accounts, not as ruined as he may think.

She sinks onto him slowly, her breath catching in cobwebbed lungs and her hands snapping to splay out over his chest as she steadies herself. She’s been with him for a year now, but every time feels like the first; emotionally charged, boils within her until she’s something else entirely - brings her up until she’s seeing the world in technicolor.

His hands grip her hips just that little bit tighter as she begins to move, grinds down against him and thanks the Gods that she was gifted with enough core strength to keep it slow and languid and deliberate.

“Divine.” He chokes out.

And isn’t that what they are, really, at the end of the day? When you strip away the honorifics and the bravado and the prowess? Mirrors. Parallels. An echo of a thing once loved and twice forgotten. Hellrider Exile. The Hero of the Gate. Names in history books that will be forgotten long before they’re dead and gone.

There’s a gloss to her eyes as she moves, chest aching with something indescribable. Far past the point of yearning, something deeper and warmer and heavier. She thinks, maybe, if she makes him cum hard enough he’ll forget duty for just a little bit. Settle with her. Let this - their home, their lives - be enough. Cast aside the need for redemption and be still.

“I love you.”

She hopes it is enough.

“I love you too, Tav, Gods - I’m….”

On any other night, he’d be settled between her thighs for ages, taking her apart piece by piece until she’s a trembling mess, uncertain of her own name. Tonight is not about her - for once, she doesn’t want things to be about her.

“Come for me, sweet thing. Let me feel you.”

Mercifully, he does not protest; just grips her hips firmly and shallowly ruts up into her like she’s his saving grace. He groans, low and heady, as he spills himself into her - a vision like this, sweat-slick and debauched.

Gripping hands dissolve into him loosely wrapping his arms around her, settling her next to him on the bed. His face buried in her shoulder, catching his breath. It’s nice, the closeness of it all; skin against skin, comforting and familiar and warm.

“I really do love you.” She whispers against the crown of his head, right where the gnarled keratin of one horn meets his scalp. “I hope you know that.”

“I know, sweetheart.” An open-mouthed kiss against the slope of her neck. “I love you too. More than you know. More than you could possibly - you are everything.”

“Can it be enough for me just to be yours, for tonight? Nothing else? Just yours.”

How does one save someone from their own self-sacrifice?

She can feel him swallow thickly, the bob of his adam’s apple. “Is that really all you want?”

She gently shifts so that she can look at him - the blaze of his eyes, the twitch of his bottom lip. “More than anything. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s rotten work, loving an old thing like me.”

“Not if it’s you, Zevlor.” She pulls him closer, wraps his arms around him like a safe harbor. “Not if it’s us.”

“Very well.” There’s a flicker of emotion in his voice, and it makes her want to shout, makes her want to rip apart the world for hurting him in such a way that he feels he’s unworthy of something as fundamental as love. “I have a feeling I couldn’t dissuade you even if I tried.”

“Don’t try. Just… just be.”

He falls asleep before her, cheek pressed against her shoulder, his brow knitted together. And she offers up a supplication to every God that will listen to her that she will find a way to soothe this ache he carries. That she will bless and keep him always. That he will always be something with her.

They don’t need to be heroes. They just need to be together.

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[geekedoutbunny]

Sun Wukong x Girlfriend! Mortal Reader - Cuddles Please

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Sun Wukong x Girlfriend! Mortal Reader - Cuddles Please

Paring: Sun Wukong x Girlfriend! Mortal Reader

Rating: Rated M

Warning: Fluff, thriller, slight horror

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You lay on your bed, deep in thought, as you didn't really focus on the content on the TV. You were picking at the skin on your thumb, tempted to tug it off, but you didn't want to be in pain. The blanket was pulled up to your chest, comforting warmth enveloping you.

It was mid-day, but it was cloudy, so it was the perfect day to stay in bed, your curtains were still pulled together, making your room even darker. The sound of your patio door sliding open caught your attention, making you sit up in alarm.

You stared at your room door, happy the door was closed, yet also cursing the closed door for keeping you from seeing who was possibly in your home. You pulled the cover off of your body, and you slowly got out of your bed as your hand fumbled with your bedside drawer, you pulled open the drawer, and reached inside, pulling out a gun.

You quickly yet quietly cocked the weapon you inched towards your door, cautiously, your heart thumped in your chest wildly. You were terrified, but you had to defend your home. You reached for your doorknob, and you took a deep death as you grabbed the handle.

You nodded three times before you snatched the door open, your gun pointed, arms locked, your eyes staring with intense panic. You could see nothing but your hall, and your anxiety built up once more, the corner of your hall never looked more terrifying.

You swallowed thickly as you slowly made your way down the hall. You inched through the hall, your eyes glued to the corner of the hall. You could practically feel your body vibrating in panic and fear. You stopped right before the corner, your heart felt so big as it thumped in your chest.

You took a deep breath before you steeled your resolve, and you rounded the corner. "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" You demanded, your body ridged with adrenaline. Your eyes darted around your home as you looked around rapidly. You inched further out into your living room. Everything looked normal, and you wanted to relax, but you still had to check your bathroom and laundry room.

Your inching slowly turned into a slow walk as you became slightly more comfortable with the fact that you might actually be alone. Your world was wrecked, however, when a hand suddenly landed on your mouth from behind. You screamed into the hand as you were pulled back into a solid body, the hand that held the gun was held by a tail, the grip slowly tightening till your grip on your gun loosened and you dropped it.

Your other arm flared around as you tried to hit your attacker, but their other hand grabbed your arm. You struggled in the strong grip, and your panicked-filled mind was too thick with dread to hear anything. But the soothing voice in your ear never stopped talking to you. The thumb on your wrist never stopped gently rubbing circles.

Your panic slowly relaxed, and your mind cleared, the comforting actions became more noticeable, and you took a deep breath as you relaxed. "You're doing so well, babe. My pretty baby is doing so well." He whispered as he slowly pulled his hand from over your mouth.

Your head leaned back on his shoulder as his hand and tail released your arms in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently rocked your body as he continued to speak sweet nothings into your ear. Your hands slowly rested on his, and you sighed. He kissed your cheek sweetly. "I'm sorry for scaring you." He said as he buried his face into your neck.

You sighed once more before you reached behind you, and you ran your fingers through his fur before you snatched. He grunted, even though you knew it didn't hurt, you were glad to hear some slight discomfort, even if it was fake. "Next time, send an email or something, you damn near killed me with fucking fear." You said. He chuckled sheepishly.

"Sorry about that, I just wanted to come by and give you a surprise visit, is all." He whined. You rolled your eyes as you pulled away from him. You bent over to pick up the phone, and you squealed when he suddenly slapped your ass cheek. You glared back at him as you rubbed your cheek.

The stupid cheeky smile on his face made you roll your eyes as you snatched the gun from the floor, and you walked back to your room. He followed after you closely, a relaxed smile on his face as he jumped on your bed. You placed the gun back into the drawer, and you went and closed the door, but you hesitated.

You stood there for a moment, your mind racing with what-ifs. "Relax!! I'm here with you, you're the most protected mortal on this planet." He said. You rolled your eyes as you closed the door, you couldn't disagree with him, as he was right. You collapsed on the bed next to him, and you lay on your stomach, as you looked at him with an annoyed stare.

He chuckled. "What? I said 'sorry'." He said with a shrug. You rolled your eyes as you looked away from him. It was quiet for a while aside from the TV playing, you were slowly dozing off, your adrenaline calming down. The bed shifted, and your eyes snapped open when an arm dropped across your waist.

You sighed in annoyance. "Can we cuddle, please?" He asked gently as he rubbed your back. You closed your eyes as you sucked in a deep breath. 'He better be lucky I love him.' You thought as you got comfortable on your side. Once you were comfortable, you spoke. "Yes, we can cuddle." You said.

"WHOO HOO!!" He cheered as he pressed his chest against your back, you both lay in silence, you were slowly dozing back off again, Wukong not too far behind you. The low volume on the TV suddenly became loud, and you fished for the remote on the bed, the remote slowly appeared in front of you, Wukong's tail wrapped around it.

You rolled your eyes fondly as you grabbed the remote. He pressed his face into your neck, and he placed a kiss on it. "I love you." He said. You smiled sweetly as you turned your head to press a kiss on his forehead as you turned off the TV.

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[theravenmuse]

Just Another Day in the Rest of Their Lives

CW: Explicit, the smut is so sweet it might rot your teeth out

Summary: It's a soft sort of spice, being woken by your lover's kisses in the cottage you share in the South Downs. How long can they linger here, letting eternity pass them by?

Excerpt: Their bedroom sat in the back corner of the house, with a southern window facing the sea and an eastern one facing the sunrise over the meadow. During the wintertime, when the days were short and cold and the nights were long and colder, Crowley would pull his blackout curtains across them, curl up under his heated blanket, and sleep for days on end. It was the height of summer now, and all of the curtains, even the sheer ones that only blurred the outside world to a cloudy pale grey, were wide open. The sun would wake the sleeping demon in a few minutes anyway, already the eastern sky was starting to lighten to a miraculous purple, so Aziraphale gave in to the temptation of Crowley’s shoulder. He kissed the crest of it where light met shadow in a soft line. Crowley didn’t stir. That was good; Aziraphale would have him sleep as long as he liked.

Aziraphale shifted slowly, still doing his best to let Crowley sleep while indulging his own desires, and kissed the soft patch of skin right behind his demon’s ear. He let his lips linger there while he drew in a breath through his nose. Crowley smelled, as he always had, of sulphur and hydrogen – old smells. They wouldn’t have been pleasant smells if they weren’t the ones Aziraphale had learned to associate with him after so many years. He smelled also of coffee and engine oil – newer smells, relative to the older ones, but still settled and familiar. Now though, he also smelled of sea salt, of fresh wildflowers, and of the damp earth he turned in the garden. The exciting smells of their new life clung to him even now, even after the long hot shower that had been required at the end of things last night. Aziraphale slid his hand ever so softly beneath the thin sheet and along the ridge of Crowley’s still naked body, stopping to rest at the peak of his hip. Crowley sighed softly, still mostly in a dream, and tilted his head to press his neck against Aziraphale’s lips. With no words needed, Aziraphale kissed the skin given to him.

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