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awkwardosthe3rd · 25 days

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What if I want to draw fanart of your aasimar character? 🥺 What are some refs and preferred outfits you like them wearing???

Oh gosh, that would be so very flattering! ;; Given they are closeted trans masc, I always do rather appreciate seeing them in masc or androgynous leaning outfits, if you feel like working with that! However he currently still tends to wear a lot of dresses. He generally loves imitating the styles of taller broader masc folk, so while his fiance gets him fitted custom clothes, I'd like to imagine he sometimes likes to oversize them in hopes he'll somehow still grow into them. (don't tell him growth sprouts of that scale don't really happen at 24) All in all, do not mind giving artistic liberty with his design testing some different styles, or toying with visuals, man plays dress-up all day as is.

(last sketch by @rema-rin which I am still rather fond of)

#art rambles #references #non-explicit

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samanddean76 · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester Additional Tags: Established John Winchester/Sam Winchester, Hunt Gone Wrong, John Driving The Hell Out Of The Impala, Dean's Gonna Be Pissed, Sam Winchester Has a Plan, John Winchester Not Being an Asshole, swear to god, There's A Serious Story In Here, Non-Explicit, Very fond memories Summary:

Sam and John were out hunting werewolves, but they quickly found themselves outnumbered and fleeing for their lives. Caught up in a blizzard, Sam comes up with a plan on the fly to save the day. And reap the rewards.

@dadfuckerfest

#Sam/John #John/Sam #Established John Winchester/Sam Winchester #Hunt Gone Wrong #John Driving The Hell Out Of The Impala #Dean's Gonna Be Pissed #Sam Winchester Has A Plan #John Winchester Not Being An Asshole #Swear To God #There's A Serious Story In Here #Non-Explicit #Very Fond Memories #SPN #Supernatural #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own

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breathlesshedgehog · 3 months

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There Are Other Ways Of Persuasion.

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“Leave my island now, and you will leave unscathed.”

She coos at him, as if she finds the threat of bodily harm adorable somehow. Another growl releases from the back of his throat as he pushes her further into the pillar, unwilling to let her have her enjoyment. He will not let her get away with this again and again. Her game must come to an end soon.

“But darling, it's so much more fun when you bruise me up a little, isn't it?”

In which Knuckles finally loses the fight, and Rouge gets her hands on the Master Emerald.

Read on AO3 here.

#knuxouge #breathless writes #songfic #non-explicit

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akirakirxaa · 1 year

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Fun with fantasias (whomever would most likely have fun with fantasias)

[FFXIV Naughty Fic Prompts. This was probably the one I was least prepared for haha. Decided to go Akiraha for this one. Takes place post-Endwalker but does not contain spoilers.]

Akira poked at her scaleless face as she looked into the mirror in her washroom. Fluffy pointed ears stood on the top of her head, not a horn in sight, and a thick bottle-brush tail swished quietly behind her as if it couldn't stay still.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to surprise G'raha with matching features that he would likely be much more familiar with than horns and scales. And it wouldn't be the first time she'd had a body other than the one she was born with. Meeting her own, almost gem-like gaze in the mirror though had her stomach twisting in nervous knots.

She would just have to stay in today until the potion wore off and she was back to normal. She couldn't possibly go out looking like-

She heard the door to her home open and G'raha call out "Akira, are you home?" She wasn't expecting the fur on her tail to fluff out like a puffer fish, and her ears went flat back in alarm. Gods, how do any miqo'te get through the day without embarrassing themselves with these accursed things?

"Don't come in!" she leaned back against the door to keep it shut. "I'm, uh, not decent." Dumb, dumb excuse. As if that was even a concern anymore. They'd seen everything of each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked through the door, and she jumped at the feel of her own tail brushing against her arm as it twitched. Stupid, dumb, hare-brained idea.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine, I'm just..." she struggled to reach for an excuse to get him out of the house until she went back to normal, but though she reached, she found nothing.

"Akira, let me in?" he asked, and she heard the tiny sound of his hand touching the handle. Could all miqo'te hear this well? A glance in the mirror told her her ears were still flat against her skull, and no matter how she tried to rearrange her features there was no hiding the nervousness on her face.

But he wasn't going to leave, so she may as well face the music.

"I um," she opened the door slowly, stepping back and picking at her hands. "I thought it might be...fun to match for a day, so to speak. I know, I know, it was a silly idea but it's only temporary so I should be back to normal in no t-" She was cut off by G'raha taking her hands in his, and she glanced up to see his ruby eyes sparkling with delight.

"I don't think it's a silly idea at all," he pressed his forehead to hers, and she felt the tension ease from her shoulders. "I love you no matter what you look like. But, if I may, I think you look quite lovely like this." She felt her face heat as her tail flicked rapidly.

"W-well, thanks," she stammered, and she stepped out of the washroom, joining him in their sitting room.

~*~

As the evening wore on, the pair could be found on their sofa before the fire, Akira curled contentedly into G'raha's side, ears no longer pressed flat in discomfort but instead flopping, relaxed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. An empty plate, now holding only crumbs, sat abandoned on the tea table between the sofa and the hearth.

Sometimes Akira was still in awe that such peace could even exist. That she could be allowed happiness after so many years of pain and loss. Sometimes she wondered if this was all a dream. But day after day she woke and it was all still here and-

Her ears pricked as she felt her chest vibrating. She wasn't unfamiliar with purring - she delighted in the sound when G'raha made it in their moments alone together - but she wasn't expecting that it would be so... automatic? Her ears flattened to the sides, and she heard a quiet chuckle before G'raha encouraged her to straddle his lap, taking her face in his hands.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed," he brushed his thumb over her cheek.

"Yes, well, you don't do it when we're just sitting here."

"I've also been able to purr my whole life. You've been able to for-" he glances at a nearby chronometer. "A few bells. There's a bit of a difference in practice, love." She pouted, one ear flicking.

"And these damn ears, how do you hide anything you're thinking?"

"With a hood," he joked, running his fingers through her hair and rubbing lightly at the base of one ear.

Her hands were a little late covering her mouth to catch the thoroughly undignified noise she made. His face split in an impish grin as she glared at him.

"You did that on purp-ahh," she cut off, fingers clenching in his tunic as he leaned forward suddenly and mouthed at her neck, just above her pulse, and she discovered without her scales to cover the skin that her neck was exceedingly sensitive. His fingers, still tangled in her hair, brushed over her ear again and a thin whine escaped her despite her best efforts.

"You...are being terribly mean to me," she panted out, face still hot, and he grinned against her throat.

"Oh really?" he sat back and withdrew his hands, leaving her sitting there flushed and breathing hard on his lap. "Then I guess I should stop then." She bared her (much sharper than his own, she was interested to find) fangs at him in frustration.

"I swear to the gods G'raha Tia if you don't get back over here and finish what you started-"

"Well that's not a very nice way to ask for what you want," his eyes sparkled with mischief and she felt the fur on her tail bristling in irritation. Damn him. They sat there for several moments, her tail lashing and him sitting there like he wasn't affected in the slightest.

(But she could see the faint blush growing on his own face, the tip of his tail twitching, and feel the evidence of how interested he really was from her seat on his lap.)

It was a standoff, and she knew exactly who was going to crumble first today. She didn't know why she was so readily turning to putty but she knew she'd never needed him more in her life.

"Please," she leaned fully forward, face pressed into the crook of his neck. "Please don't just leave me like this, Raha." There's a quiet little trill that comes from his throat and she wondered if she'd have been able to hear it in her normal body, or if it would send tingles all down her spine the same way.

"Then we should go somewhere more comfortable," he rumbled into her neck as he pulled her closer, nipping lightly with dull teeth. She nodded absentmindedly, and together they stumbled off the couch and towards their bedroom, bits of clothing pulled away and left behind like breadcrumbs as they went.

#ffxiv #g'raha tia #wolraha #ship: drunk on stars #miqo'te #thanks for the ask!#I know we didn't get *all the way there* so to speak but it's getting long and I'm happy with this #if y'all want a full version on AO3 let me know and maybe I'll work on that in the future :3 #non-explicit #my fanfiction

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16woodsequ · 1 year

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#fanfiction #fanfic #tw rape/non con #all in the past #non-explicit #cw a/b/o

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indigomarketing · 1 year

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New Release Blitz: These Young Wolves by Glenn Quigley (Excerpt & Giveaway)

Title: These Young Wolves Series: Knights of Blackrabbit, Book One Author: Glenn Quigley Publisher: NineStar Press Release Date: 12/20/2022 Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex Pairing: Male/Male Length: 84900 Genre: Historical, LGBTQIA+, Cornish coast, clockpunk, spec fiction, bears, sailors, law enforcement, historical, non-explicit, enemies-to-lovers, crime, redemption, revenge, tattoos Add to…

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#bears #clockpunk #Cornish coast #crime #enemies to lovers #Historical #law enforcement #LGBTQIA+#non-explicit #redemption #revenge #sailors #spec fiction #tattoos

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everlovesbuffy · 4 months

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I want fluffy Huskerdust episode 8 fanfic where they confess their feelings for each other before battle and I want it NOW!

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #non-explicit please and thank you

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yoinkschief · 2 months

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Strip/Mafia Tord !!!

#CW // nudity #CW // non-sexual nudity #CW // non-explicit nudity #eddsworld #ew #art #fanart #digital art #ew tord #tord #strip/mafia tord #strip/mafia red leader #ew red leader #red leader #strip/mafia au #eddsworld au #ew au #strip/mafia

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babykittenteach · 7 months

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Something something all season he's just wet

#ofmd #suggestive #ed teach #cropped judiciously because i have no idea what the etiquette for non-explicit but strongly suggestive art is on this site #I can't even tell if this is tagged sufficiently T_T

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alabamasweettea · 2 months

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had some thoughts so here have Magneto x POC!fem!reader with long braids (one swear word, smut below the cut)

Fassy!Magneto being the most powerful being on Earth, maybe even the whole solar system at this point, and agreeing to a plan to create more mutants the only way they know how (yes, i'm staring directly at the weird mutant-maker thing of xmen1 and saying screw you): breeding them.

This of course creates a problem of getting serviceable mothers (preferably mutants as well for variety's sake). Fem!reader is one of them, a telekinetic. Self-trained, her powers manifested at ten years old and she's been honing them ever since—on her own. She's levitated before, though never pushed herself hard enough to fly, and can move objects up to the size of a small SUV.

Just barely 18, she shows up at the facility—a long, white building snaking across a desolate mountain range, because why not—and is immediately paired with Magneto himself. Now let's be clear: his intention was to use his current team (Mystique, Beast, etc) as seed for this new generation, and himself because who doesn't love a little action once in a while.

He doesn't expect to be enthralled by this girl who shows up with her hair in tiny braids, longer than any he's seen before. She's pretty, okay, and are those eyelashes naturally curly?

God, she's beautiful. He practically can't remember to breathe around her, and when she skips around his kitchen in nothing but a t-shirt (his t-shirt!), barefoot, singing some oldies song, he might just be in love.

The sleeping arrangements are fine. One bed. They're both adults. It's fine.

It's not fine.

Every night he falls asleep to the soft sound of her breathing, every morning wakes up to her little noises of protest when he gets out of bed. Every movement of her body wakes him up, but in a good way. He likes being this attuned to her.

He bashes himself every chance he gets, internally. He shouldn't be this... this domestic with this girl, and they've only just met, and...

They haven't even had sex yet. Not once. Gotten close to kissing a couple times, though, and he'll take it.

Something in him wants this to happen naturally, not in some sterile medical environment. Wants to go out, have lunch, sit on the grass and look at the stars together. It'd be sweet.

She's so sweet...

She's taken to clinging to him at night, nuzzling under his jaw and staying there until the sun comes up and he goes off to do- whatever he does, she doesn't know. World domination and all that. She knows why the two of them are there, sometimes idly wonders why Erik isn't making any moves to initiate.

Erik. That's what he told her to call him. He only smiles when she's around, only lets up and lets down his guard when she's around. He's cute, she thinks, when he wears his shirts unbuttoned around the apartment or when they make dinner together.

He comes home then, and they spend just shy of an hour cuddling on the couch with glasses of wine, under the pretense of being cold. Well, maybe they were. Just not the kind that can be solved with blankets.

When did she start thinking of this place as home?

The thought makes her pull away from his gentle embrace. Here, in the arms of a killer-

If she ever writes a memoir that's what she'll call it. The pasta boils over at exactly the right moment, no thanks to her powers, and she can escape with her thoughts to the kitchen.

"Draga?" He's taken to calling her by nicknames, the Russian 'dear' being one of them. Something about the way his mouth forms the foreign words makes warmth drip into her belly.

"It's alright," she pants, suddenly too hot. "Just the pasta." He appears in the doorway, tongue flashing over his lips to catch a drop of wine that made its home between them.

Just the pasta, his ass. The glasses are now in the sink, having followed him into the kitchen and flown there at his power's behest. It's hot, hotter than it was two minutes ago. Did someone kick up the thermostat?

"Dragotsennost," Erik breathes, tucking a braid behind her ear. She knows he's sensitive; can feel the heat radiating off her face as his hips pin hers to the countertop even if he can't see it.

His nose bumps hers, already dangerously close.

"What do you want, draga?" It's quiet, deep, nearly a growl. The heat comes back full force—as if it ever left—and spreads all the way down her neck this time.

His gaze flicks between her eyes and her lips, trying to convey with all urgency the most innocent need. The subtleties of the message are lost on her, however, because she finally bridges the gap.

Kissing him is like breathing. Refreshing. Natural. You could do it a thousand times and it will always be like the first.

He makes it through a few chaste pecks before diving in headfirst, half drunk on wine and half on the taste of her. And she tastes divine—spice and sugar and coconut, wrapped up in his little woman. His.

All his.

She proves it to him later, when she's sheathed around him—holding him so tight, so tight—all messy and warm, taking everything he's giving and still wanting more-

Then she's on top, pinning him down with whatever power she can summon from the back of her blissed-out brain, flipping her hair over her shoulder and riding him right into the next morning.

That morning he's sore, she's sore, the bed's a mess, and they're in love.

Irrevocably, absolutely, awesomely in love.

(And she's pregnant. But she doesn't know it yet 😉)

#magneto x reader #smut #brainrot #poc characters #x men #well this was fun *wipes hands*#enjoy the two paragraphs of non-explicit smut besties ok i tried :'))#my fics

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sciderman · 7 months

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Were Peter and Harry properly a thing? Or was it more of a spur of the moment hook-up?

in 9319? it was just two sordid nights – and sweet, sweet lingering trauma...