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phoibos-querella · 10 days
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getting back to posting ctnt fanart by drawing fanart of how I interpreted tntduo to look like in the beginning of the first chapter of the fanfic Burning Iron and Honey Sweet Promises by @emi-writings
please check out the fic on ao3 with this link or check out emi's tumblr account :]
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indieyuugure · 10 months
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Here to remind my favorite artist to take a break. Be sure to drink water, rest and stretch. Have a nice day :)
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Aw! Thank you so much! 🥹
I LOVE COOKIES MUNCH MUNCH! THANK AND YOU!
Don’t worry I take many breaks (probably too many XD) and I’ll be sure to drink things other than tea :]
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a-pirate · 8 months
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VENDRIK VANDERBEEK || 303/?
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ssolessurvivor · 1 month
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@apurekindness continued [x]
He smiles and lets out an airy little chuckle, knowing this will sound ridiculous, absurd even, with all the physical therapy he has down the road once he's even cleared to leave as his neck heals. "I would love to be a national park ranger, actually." Logan's head leans back into the pillows and he looks at her with a tender smile. "I love nature, so...it would be nice to be under open sky and fresh air. Taking care of places people love to venture to."
To be trusted almost lays implied in the background. For himself or for others, it's probably both realistically. Hopefully she can't read that pain in his eyes. "What about you? If you hadn't been a doctor, what would you want to do?"
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biitchcakes · 6 months
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@sxrgeantbarnes sent: 🍂 take a walk in the woods to look at the leaves // ( accepting )
❝ I always love how COLOURFUL it is this time of year. Just can't beat how rich the reds and oranges are. How it's everywhere. ❞ The arm wrapped around Bucky's slides down, fingers interlacing with his, head coming to rest on his shoulder. ❝ And out here in the woods where not many people have trampled all over the leaves yet ? The ground almost looks fluffy with them. ❞
Dramatically kicking her feet through the leaves as she walks, Jess leaves an exaggerated, two-line path in her wake. ❝ Gonna miss this in a few weeks when it's just grey sludge and icy slush everywhere. Well ⸺ the snow is still pretty out here, away from the city. But it doesn't compare to how this looks. Or feels. ❞ A slightly warm temperature in the air, accompanied by a crisp breeze that passes through every now and again, it was PERFECT.
Straightening up, aggrandised kicks coming to an end as she peaks over at Bucky. Jessica nudges his shoulder with hers, swinging their arms just a little. A soft smile on her lips. ❝ Thanks for coming out with me. ❞
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incendiorum-arch · 9 months
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hekate never really goes about feeding iovita directly, that is simply not her style. instead, she cooks up dinner, a fresh piece of salmon for lucrezia, served up all fancy because her daughter deserves the best and a plate for her, piled up a bit and it sits infront of her, though just poised so that iovita can eat from the plate if they so choose. the goddess won't even blink when they do, just smile in that secret way of hers because as long as they eat, she's more than content.
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IT’S CERTAINLY NO SECRET THAT iovita has a bit of a… complex about people giving them food. it’s just that it’s often not realized by other people. latona? absolutely. iovita thinks that she knows them better than they know themself (and they’re probably right). a more casual friend like louis? no, he’s never realized. he just gives the witch a weird look whenever they snatch a bowl or plate a little closer to their person.
hekate, though, is observant. it’s not entirely a surprise that she’s figured out iovita before they had even realized it.
gaze slants sideways when they see how she’s positioned her plate, eyebrow lifting. they make no comment on it, instead slide past so that they can fill a glass with warm water. there’s something about other people letting iovita eat off their plate that eases some distant worry in their chest. the first time they had snagged something off of hekate’s plate they had given her a suspicious look as they did. she hadn’t reacted, and their shoulders had relaxed, as if she had passed some odd, unspoken test.
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“ you’re spoiling our cat, ” they murmur as they sit down next to hekate, shooting an amused look at lucrezia, who is wolfing down her salmon with evident delight. reaching over, they snag a piece of hekate’s own serving of fish and pop it in their mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “ we should go to one of my fishing spots soon, ” they muse, glancing sideways at the goddess as they steal another piece. “ so that we can have fresh fish. ”
@dcwnrisen
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amongthezinnias · 1 year
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So do yall think Wang Mu is an only child?
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imoutoni · 1 year
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🛑 (Tengen? after she burns off his poison and his wife stops strangling her lmao)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Cleaning Blood - [ Accepting ]
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Unease filled the bright pink eyes of the Demoness as she tried her best to further tend to Uzui's wounds. The Red Light District Demons had hurt him pretty badly on top of the poison she remedied. His many wives had been fussing over him and just recently allowed her close to him. The handkerchief that was stuffed in her Kimono was one she used to use as a human in case one of her siblings got a scrape or Tanjiro came back from burning charcoal covered in soot. It came in handy in this instance.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her actions were more those on instinct, mirroring muscle memory from days long passed, yet even in the haze of Demonism, she was genuinely concerned about Uzui's wellbeing. The man seemed and acted strong, powering through anything because succumbing to pain wasn't stylish, but a Demon could sense when their opponent was weak by listening to their blood flow and pulse. Releasing a triumphant sound as the scarlet rivers stopped dripping from his mouth and down his face at last, Nezuko lowered her arm.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The cloth in her hand was drenched, but at least she was able to clean him up a bit. Fighting the knots in her stomach from how appetizing it smelled was nearly agonizing, yet his health was more important than staying in her box to avoid the parts of her affliction that she didn't like. Luckily, the orange-stained brunette masked it well, allowing her to be a functioning member of the Corps.
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voxyldy · 2 years
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10.02.2022
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Q. Is the present “me” different from the past “me”?
“There is a part that’s different. The past “me” was very bright and loved people. Now, I think my thoughts/worries have grown, and I think more deeply. My love for people hasn’t changed, but I think the part that has changed now is, I’ve grown to love “my people.” And when I meet someone new, it takes me a long time to recognize them as “my people.”
Source: The Tae Print
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emeraldxphoenix · 19 days
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@cffidelityy continued from here
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The god briefly averts his face to hide the smug smile curling at his lips, ignoring the worried expression of the stable hand at the princess’ displeasure. It’s asking for trouble, Loki knows, engineering such close proximity when he desires his wife so badly, but the trickster can’t resist the opportunity to hold her so close – and who knows, maybe this outing will persuade Sigyn she finally wants to consummate their marriage.
“Hmm, a terrible oversight,” he agrees, lying cheerfully as he adjusts his body around hers. Smoothly sliding his hands past her waist, Loki reaches for the reins and settles them in his grip. “Ready?” He doesn’t wait for her response before squeezing the heels of his boots against the beast’s sides to set them going.
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chocolate-bun · 2 months
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ssolessurvivor · 4 months
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@ghostofwinter cont. (xx)
It had started out innocent enough, there was some hair hiding her face and he wanted to clear it away. He'd gotten to know Anika enough, or at least he thought so, during his time here for medical reasons that he thought it was ok.
Only when he allowed himself to linger, quite on accident he didn't really know, he couldn't tell anymore, that...he just...couldn't stop himself from staring into those eyes. The gleam within them almost radiated out like lightning behind storm clouds, flickering and shifting with a fluidity like fireflies dancing in the twilight sky. There's calm in that beauty, and he can feel it warming his bones for a few moments.
The only thing that snaps him out of it, however, is feeling her hand over his own, effectively trapping him there. Even if he wanted to pull away now...maybe he shouldn't. Maybe this is an invitation of his reckless abandon of personal space. An embarrassed blush tints his cheeks pink in the moment.
"I-I'm sorry, Nika." His voice is quiet, reserved. His lips part, but he can't think of anything worthwhile to say other than an apology. So he closes them again and simply allows his thumb to timidly stroke the flawless skin beneath it. "I guess I just get so lost in your eyes sometimes..." When I need it most. Yeah, like that's not the worst thing he could've said.
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stormbcrn · 1 year
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✹ —  THE GRIN OF MISCHIEF UPON YOUNG RHAENYS’ face instantly widens to sweet dany’s suggestion, violet eyes flickering with promise as well as giddiness.  such fun this is ! ! ! poor septa lorella is no doubt losing her wits by this point, flittering about from door to door, demanding answers from passing servants and guards.  if they are very unlucky, she shall recruit the guards  -  who shall most undoubtedly sigh with annoyance, for these princesses are complete handfuls. ( and proud of it ! ! ! )
      rhaenys reaches out and grasps dany’s hand.  “ why not both ? ? ?  we should go to the kitchens to steal some sweets and then go to the harbor after.  we can sneak out through the catacombs, if you don’t mind the dark or bones, ” she says.  her father had cast a handful of the old dragon bones from the throne room to the catacombs.  the shadow of her grandfather’s rule had cast heavily upon the iron throne and its ruler, so her goodly father and king had cast aside ancient bones into the deeper depths of the castle.  rhaenys sometimes played down there to get away from her tutors or septa lorella.  besides, if they are indeed scary to dany, she shall hold her hand tightly and guide her through the darkness, and then when they reach the tunnel and are greeted by sunlight they can race to the ocean to play.  none shall disturb them there.  “ i promise i won’t let go of your hand, dany.  not ever. ” / @dracharenae, continued.
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DANY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT Rhaenys would not settle for one or the other when they could so easily do both !!! It was she, after all, that sparked Dany's mischievous side. They had spent their lives scurrying these halls, stealing snacks before dinners and sweets before bedtime. They had learned the shadows and which boards creaked, finding a sneaky route to the kitchen so they could pull of such schemes without drawing suspicion. It would be easy for the princesses, if only they did not pass the septa on their way !!!
Daenerys was less sure that she would make it through the catacombs alive. For whatever reason Rhaenys found comfort in the dragon skulls, playing and hiding amidst the bones, but all Daenerys could see in them were the monsters they had been. How many lives must they had taken with their breath of fire ??? Ghosts of the dead walked the tombs beneath the Keep, Dany was sure of it – she had seen them !!! Rhaenys may doubt her stories, but she hadn't been there. She hadn't seen. A swallow, her hands held tightly in her sweet cousin's grasp as if to make her words more convincing. "I don't mind the dark," Dany insisted, which was truth, her brow furrowing. Dragons must not fear. "We need to hurry. I heard they were making those orange tarts you like so much, and I think someone's coming –"
Lilac eyes look past Rhaenys' shoulder before pulling her the other way as she ran. They would need to find a different way inside . . .
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emilicious0 · 3 months
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Could you do more of nsfw headcanons for Lucifer please?
lucifer's nsfw alphabet
I decided to do this wayyyy, hope I will saticify your requests
MDNI!!!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
really caring, always making sure that you are okay after you guys are done
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves his hands and he likes seeing them on your body; lives for thighs and your neck (buries his face in there)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
creampie, creampie, creampie. loves to feel like he is marking you as his.
also loves to see his cum on you (like your stomach).
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
has hard time with cumming on his own, and always needs you to do it
(and sometimes he wishes you would spank him, but he is too embarrased to tell you that).
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I mean he has experience, but... yeah, you need to teach him or you can learn together ;)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
face-off (likes to kiss you) and cowgirl (wants to see your face).
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
it depens, but he can allow himself to be a little silly (if it makes you happy).
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
he is very well-groomed and always tries to maintain hygiene when doing such things.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
he is so romantic like- no sexy things if you are not in the mood
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
masturbates a lot, but like I said has a problem with cumming, he needs you.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
humping (a lot of it, in his clothes as well), sub!/dom! relationship, slight degradation
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
his office, and bedroom... anywhere in his house, but never outside.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
you. especially when you act all dom to him.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
hurt you while during it or doing it when you don't want to. also never extreme stuff like choking, he is too sweet.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
he likes to give and receive equally (PLS RIDE HIS FACE)
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
his pace is rather sensual, but when he is about to cum, he starts to go faster.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
he is not a fan of quikies, he wants to devoure you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
he can take a risk and try something new, but again, he is never going to hurt you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
he can go all night... this man has some crazy stamina.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
no... he never tried them and why, when he has you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he doesn't like to tease you, but likes when you tease him.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
he is pretty loud and expressive.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
he is a total sub.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
12 cm (4,7 inch), with erection 18 cm (7 inches).
long and slightly veiny.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
when it comes to you, it's pretty high.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep )
straightly after you two clean up, he snuggles close to you and you both fall asleep.
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toxicanonymity · 2 months
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sleeping beast.
<1k, raider!Joel x f!reader | raider masterlist
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I8+ all smut no plot, somnophilia bj, manhandling, dubcon p in v. Ty for the questions, hope you enjoy this.
It's just before dawn, and Joel's in a deep slumber. You manage to slip out of his arms to go to the bathroom, and he rolls onto his back. When you return, you take in his peaceful look, nude and exposed from the happy trail upward. His hair is dissheveled. His burly chest rises and falls at a slow rhythm. Your eyes travel down his body, and under the sheet, there's a lump that makes you tingle. You pad across the room and carefully sit on the side of the bed.
Your heart races as you tug the sheet down, revealing his chubby cock in a state you rarely get to see it – a sleeping giant. Flaccid, but with ample heft. You admire it for a moment and your heart flutters at the thought of how it always grows and stiffens for you. You experimentally lay a hand on his meaty thigh, and he doesn't stir. He snores lightly. You run your hand over his soft leg hair, getting closer to his groin, closer, closer where his skin is warmer, warmer until your fingers hit the wild thatch of dark hair and you lay your hand over his manhood. It radiates a humid heat. It's soft, but plump and full. Your hand can't cover all of it.
You cup your hand and gently press your palm against his tip. His shaft twitches, then swells against your hand. You find yourself throbbing, and also salivating. A few seconds later, you're sucking his semi-hard cock into your mouth, feeling it further stiffen the more you draw in. He takes a deep breath and sighs, “mmm,” then his breathing goes back to how it was. The smooth tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. You tongue the underside of his shaft, slowly, deliberately, coaxing it to full mast. “oh,” he moans, muffled by sleep. You seal your lips and suck harder.
“Ohh–AH,” His moan chokes into a startled gasp. His hips and knees jerk. His hand flies down, pushing your head off as he twists away and his feet tangle in the sheets.
“fffuck,” he exclaims breathily and jolts upright, chest heaving.
You shrink away, eyes wide, heart racing. His primal glare makes you feel like a field mouse.
“Fuck,” he repeats, calmer, but you can practically hear his heartbeat. You freeze as he lunges toward you.
He wraps a firm arm around your middle and drags you up the bed. He pulls you into your normal spoon for sleeping, cock stiff against your back. Then, within seconds, he rolls toward you, pushing you face down, pinned to the bed with his body weight. Your breasts are smashed against the mattress. He pulls your nightie up over your ass and knees your thighs apart.
With his weight pressing against your back, you gasp for air. “can't–”
He braces himself on the bed, letting you breathe. His cock lays stiff and heavy against your crack then falls between your legs when he pulls his hips back. His wiry hair tickles your ass as he humps you. With each thrust, his tip is closer to catching. You're sopping wet and throbbing. You tilt your hips and his cock finds your dripping hole. He shoves into you with a primal grunt, spearing you on his length, sliding firmly into place all at once. After bottoming out, he sighs vocally, and it makes you twitch.
“Fuck,” he breathes and finds a harsh, steady rhythm right away. Nothing sleepy about him now. Nothing soft. No thoughts. His body has taken over, and he can't rest until your sweet little cunt has milked him of every drop. He rails into you with one goal, to come. His body is nearly flush with yours, and your ass bounces with every punishing push of his hips. His heavy balls slap into you.
You can imagine his snarl but can’t see it. The fitted sheet barely hangs onto the corner of the mattress, every thrust bringing it closer to slipping off. You close your eyes, relax into dead weight, and let the fullness of his cock overwhelm everything else.
His animalistic pace and power make your climax build quickly. He grunts and sighs, and when your walls begin to flutter, he growls from his chest. You whimper as pleasure overtakes you. He fucks you through it, trying to muster some semblence of language. “g–good–g–ahhh,” he slams into you and pulses. He sighs as his warmth floods your core. “Good girl,” he pants, finally slowing down.
When his balls are drained, he lowers his chest and plants a firm, closed-mouth kiss into the side of your neck, “Mmm.” His stomach, slippery with sweat, swells against your back with his deep breaths. He slides out, leaving you full of his cum. Then he turns over on his back. You turn your head to face him, staying on your stomach with his spend leaking between your thighs.
“Sorry,” you offer.
“Coulda hurt ya, sweet pea,” he mutters to the ceiling. “God damn.” Then he looks at you and lifts his heavy arm. “C’mere.”
You nestle into him with your hand on his chest and he gives you a kiss on the forehead. He rubs your arm and you feel his heart rate gradually slow. “Never wanna hurt ya,” he murmurs just above a whisper.
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voxyldy · 2 years
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Q. If you were to send a letter to your past self, what would it say?
“I would write “You already have the answer.” I want to say, “After all, the answer you’re thinking of is already there, so don’t be confused, and don’t be stressed about the process”
When it was time to make a choice, I had a lot of worries while thinking about it, and I was confused and unsure of myself, But when I think about it, the right answer, or the path I needed to take was already in my heart. I was so confused when there was no need to be confused
That is the most regretful part about my past self. That’s why I want to write this kind of letter”
Source: The Tae Print
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