@tyranttortoise, oh my gosh! The chapter was so good, like you are so good at writing you’re like some kind of writing goddess. Red was so cute and I’m glad he got a date with the lady :) Please everyone go read the skeleton squatters and the landlady because it’s so awesome! Amazing as always Ty :)
please enjoy this lil peek of Sasuke enjoying the onsen Naruto splurged on.. he got the one with the waterfall and rented the whole thing out and everything
I wouldn’t listen to his advice, if I were you. It seems from past testimonies that he tends to be more in the business of causing bedroom issues rather than fixing them.
[ID: Sketch of Arthur and Lancelot having sex. Arthur is on top, pinning Lancelot’s hands behind his back and holding one hand behind his neck. End ID] -
Merlin bingo prompt fill for ‘Angry sex’
Premise behind this below the cut (I might write the fic, but also might not) - warning for references to nsfw activities
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Lancelot was saved from being a shade and, after a while, has entered into a sort of OT4 relationship with Merlin, Gwen, and Arthur. But he’s still guilty for the whole shade thing and he lets the other knights (not round table ones, of course) bully him, and tries to hide it from the others. He still sees himself, like the knights see him, as Morgana’s knight since she brought him back and controlled him.
Arthur and Lancelot fight over Lancelot’s lack of belief in his belonging and his self-loathing, and their argument leads to sparring that leads to very much consensual, and very much passionate, sex, during which Arthur reminds Lancelot that he is Arthur’s knight and none other’s.
Then they cuddle, and softer words are said as Arthur reassures Lancelot of his place in Camelot. Merlin and Gwen probably come to join in the cuddles too, because why not?
[ID: Sketch in dark red on red of Aramis. He is wearing a scarf around his hips, hanging down low over one side and just about providing some modesty, and a pair of calf-high loose boots with bands that say ‘CHANEL’ on them. He has a collar around his neck and in one hand is holding up a leash between his thumb and forefinger. End ID]
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Aramis borrowing clothes again: Porthos’ boots, Athos’ scarf and, for the sake of avoiding being accused of having no garments of his own, his own collar and leash.
[ID: Sketch on grey with red shading of Athos and Aramis. Aramis has his back turned so he is facing Athos, who is sitting on the back of a sofa, with one arm around Aramis’s shoulders and the other holding a beer or cider bottle between Aramis’s legs. He is glaring straight ahead. End ID]
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My favourite muskie ship is portamis, but far, but one cannot discount the chemisry between Athos and Aramis, nor that between Athos and alcohol…hence, Athos x bottle of undisclosed alcohol x Aramis
Based on a hilarious convo I had with a good friend of mine :D
I had to draw this situation out with these three dorks as I felt it fit them so well. I was Toga during the original conversation I was DYING. I had to add Dabi trying his best not to laugh XD
Just an update on the pre-order status: Pillowcases are in but I’m waiting on mousepads! Had some technical issues with the production side of things. v-v
I ordered some more stock in addition to the pre-orders too, so I’ll work on listing those in my store if I can get some decent pics of them. It’s always less stressful selling at conventions because I don’t have to worry about photos not being accurate/nice enough. @-@
I made menus of virtually all my art - the cutesy, the creepy aaand the kinky - to use for pre-ordering mousepads,pillowcases, or large prints! :D
But….ONLY TODAY AND TOMORROW! D:
I will have to stop taking orders at 6pm CDT July 14th so that I have time to get everything properly formatted and submitted before my printing service’s sale ends (at 11:59pm CDT)
Will definitely do this again when the next sale is offered, but I don’t know when that will beeee.
If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. ‘w’
P.S.: If you’d like a 30% discount and access to a backlog of 1000+ posts, you should totally join my Patreon. (If you’re under 18 or don’t like nudes, the $1 tier is SFW only. I also have a non-pin-up, sticker-focused Patreon but it’s much less active.)
Title: Replay Life - S6E5 Live Free or Twihard Summary: Before attending Jared’s birthday party, Jensen and (Y/N) continue their Supernatural rewatch. She shows him exactly why so many people love vampires. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: None Rating: M - Mature Warnings: Fluff/Mild Smut Word Count: 2363 A/N:
When will this woman learn that tequila is not a good idea for her? Let’s home she’s more level-headed come morning, and Jensen can find some way to get through to her.
Mihashi burned from the inside out under the intensity of Kanou’s gaze. For years, Mihashi had mistaken this look for hatred—disgust even—but he knew better now that it had just been his anxiety talking. Now, he could clearly see the hunger and lust in that look. A mere glance from those eyes was enough to set Mihashi’s skin afire, and each graze of Kanou’s fingertips sent chills down Mihashi’s spine, leaving a sense of desire deep in his core.
“Ren,” Kanou mumbled reverently against Mihashi’s skin as his lips trailed down Mihashi’s neck.
“Shuu-chan—” Mihashi gasped, arching into Kanou’s touch as fingers pushed up the hem of his shirt, exposing his heated skin to the cool air. “More…”
He needed so much more, and Mihashi could barely contain the need humming through his body as he began to fidget beneath Kanou’s touches. The feeling of hands tugging at his belt and Kanou’s whispered promise to take care of him did little to relieve the pent-up energy he felt but did wonders for the anticipation of what was to come.
It’s kinda sad that a guy isn’t grabbing my thighs rn :/, I even put on stockings :(((!!!! I feel like I deserve that especially cause I look, like really cute rn :(((!!!! I feel like I also deserve, like thigh kisses and ass grabbing :(((, it’s only fair :(((((!!!!!!
i don’t know how to tell people that deriving pleasure - sexual pleasure included! - from art* is good actually, and that creating specific kind of art “just” because you find it hot or whatever is just as good a reason as any, and you don’t actually need some “deep and meaningful” reason to create art about things. pleasure - sexual pleasure included - is not the devil, it is not Bad and shameful, and it’s not any less valid of a reason to create something than because you want to, idk, explore the depths of the human consciousness or something
* art here includes writing
i’m glad this post resonated with people because i lost a years-long mutual over it when i made it lmao
OBSCENE / THE PAD OF his thumb pressed into the bone of her hip as if to leave his mark on this unexceptional world through her ( * THAT IS HOW WE WORK , isn't it , darling? you scratch my back , i scratch yours / MAKE SENSE of this world for me , i'll BURN it to the ground with your NAME on my tongue and your fingers at my THROAT ! ) until a laugh has one brow ascending at the defamatory sound and teeth relinquishing their POWER upon the pulse that runs through both their bodies .
THIS IS MY MOTHER TONGUE / the suspicious SILENCE that took him years to articulate without a WORTHY partner such as she , and how surreal an experience it is to have the dead language heard when it fails to leave his teeth . his eyes scatter towards the sound system , hips bucking from beneath her ( * YOU COULD KILL ME RIGHT NOW / do you know that i would let you ?DO YOU CARE? ) while his fingers seek purchase at the dark strands on the back of her head , as though to reign what makes him need her so ( * I COULDNEVERTAMEYOU / i wouldn't even try ) the pursuit of MEANING that sends him chasing her across continents for the one they give each other . ❝I LOVE THIS SONG .❞
NECK IS BARED / vulnerability worn only in the face of mutuality. she rocks backward, further away, thighs parted wider to adjust for balance, the movement all at once salacious and criminal, her pulse a visiblethundering in the blue webbing of her veins. fingers leave the dial, hand reaching past him to grip the headrest as glacial gaze returns to him, her voice swallowed in part by the music. ❝ i’maware. ❞ the response rolls forth with a knowingglance, mixed meaning acknowledged without the need to expound, tongue tracing the upper row of bared ivory. ( how long has it been since she has sighedinearnest / mouth open in soughtpleasures rather than taught ?sincerity paints a pretty picture on pale skin: flushed &fevered.)
she leans back in – close as shecan be, with her arm still trapped between them, intent to steal hissilence, too, in due time. ( dulcet tones are always sure to follow when she applies herself.) lips hover close to his ear, warm despite the november air circulating through the cracked windows of the parked car. ❝ not myfavorite sound, however. but i’m sure you’realsoaware. ❞
