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kurokrisps · 1 day
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I just wanted to toy with comics again. I didn't even have it planned out, I just drew May ranting first and then made the dialogue after. The punchline was gonna be about pancakes...but I changed it to waffles cus I'm clever.
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sleepingdeath-light · 6 months
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the concubine ; 18+
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requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)
word count ; 1036
content ; sexually explicit content, oral (male receiving), implied dom/sub dynamic, referenced praise/worship kink, implied size kink, getting caught/semi public sex
fandom ; marvel cinematic universe / thor films
pairing ; king!loki odinson x non binary afab reader
read also on ; ao3
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
The role of the concubine was to serve their prince without question or hesitation, to give mind and body in equal measure the second it is asked of them, and to make themselves available at a moment's notice if they are called upon. These traits of willingness, obedience, and sensuality were ones that you'd embodied perfectly for centuries as you loyally served the royal family of Asgard in the only way you could — servicing and pleasuring their youngest prince more times than you could ever hope to count over the millennia you'd known each other; earning you the title of his favourite servant, which he’d often make known whenever such things were discussed amidst the drunken whispers and seedy gossiping of royal feasts.
This favouritism was precisely why you had been the first one called upon when your dear prince had been crowned as the reigning monarch in his brother's absence (well, in truth it was more accurately described as exile but nobody wished to utter such filthy words about dear Thor). Summoned to the throne room by messenger — whose arrival had caused quite the uproar amongst your fellow private servants, which was only made worse by her insistence on you being the only one to come with her — and escorted by a dozen or so guards to meet with your new king. Though, of course, meet was more of a polite euphemism for what you’d been called upon to do, as you fully intended to help him celebrate in ways only a concubine could: with you on your knees, pleasuring him eagerly wherever and however he wished.
So that is exactly what you did.
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The coldness of the throne room floor seeped up through your sheer robe and chilled the skin of your calves as you knelt on it, with the only reprieve being the distracting feeling of his large slender hands in your hair and his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. He was big, to put it bluntly: long, and thick, and intimidating enough that most would choke before even wrapping their lips around the pinkish tip — a cock befitting of a god such as himself if ever there was such a thing. As pretty as a dick could be, yet so imposing that you couldn’t help but want to worship it whenever you laid eyes upon it.
And worship you did: reaching up with one hand to gently, tenderly, massage his balls whilst the other grasped at one of the strong, leather clad, thighs on either side of your head just to try and keep yourself steady and upright; running the flat of your tongue along the velvety length of his shaft, circling the pointed tip along the swollen head before taking it between your lips and lightly sucking on it — repeating the process over and over again, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth each time as you readjusted to his size; taking him to the hilt every couple of seconds, not stopping until you could feel the leaking tip hit the back of your throat, then starting to bob your head and hollow your cheeks whilst humming softly around his cock — watching through your eyelashes as he bit down on his lower lip, furrowed his brow and let his head fall back against the ancient golden headrest behind him. He truly was a work of art; more than worthy of being called a god, and you earnestly told him as much whenever you pulled away for a sparse few moments to catch your breath.
Whispering about how 'large' and 'handsome' his cock was, repeating how 'honoured' you were to be permitted to pleasure him, and calling him 'my king', 'my lord' and 'my god' in between high pitched gasps when you felt the familiar tingling of his magic starting to worm its way between your thighs. Savouring the flavour of him as small pearls of precum slipped from his slit, eagerly swallowing all he had to give even as your legs started to sting and grow numb. Basking in every sound he made because of you — every moan and groan that he tried to muffle by biting down on his glove clad hand, every grunt that punctuated his hips bucking up into your mouth, every low whisper of praise ('just like that,') or command ('keep on going, pet,', 'don't stop until I tell you to,') that he gave to you, and that you followed without the slightest hint of hesitation in your mind or demeanour.
How very well trained.
And, too distracted by the smell of his musk and the heaviness of his length on your tongue as you took him to the hilt once again, you didn’t manage to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the throne room from behind you in time to save your, and more importantly your king’s, dignity. And Loki, completely caught up in the hot tense feeling of his approaching climax and swirling thoughts of what he’d do to you next, didn’t even realise that anyone else was near enough to catch you until it was too late. His superior senses dulled by hazy pleasure until those footsteps came to an abrupt halt and his eyes snapped open to see one of his many guards, mouth agape in shock and frozen in place as he processed exactly what he’d walked in on.
Thankfully all it took was your king yelling at him to ‘get out!’ and scolding him for not seeing that he was clearly ‘busy’ for the unfortunate young man to scurry off with his tail between his legs. Though the mood was very much so ruined after that.
You’d have to continue this somewhere more private later, your king had to do some damage control…
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apatheticftm · 6 months
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im feeling dominant but in a bratty way thatll end up with me tied up being edged over over again tbh
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nyxknows · 2 years
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Please make me suck you off while you're in a discord call with your friends and choke me harder every time I accidentally get too loud
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tigerlily980 · 8 months
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They are running from Alan jdjdjdjdjd (Sally in the speech bubble belongs to @lafatis)
((You can visit the Instagram version to see what song I picked for it.))
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rttnpnkpmpkn · 9 months
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You know… people may not care about how their actions may affect everyone else in the future until they themselves get into deep shizz, and I don’t care if I hurt those kind of people’s feelings by blocking them and letting them know what a f▪️king pain they’re being when people think we’re responsible for babysitting any random stranger who’s perusing our blogs!
Stay out of 18+ blogs if you’re a minor… Don’t ever lie about your age to bypass restrictions… and most certainly, always be wary about the people you meet online.
I’m saying this as you have yourself to look out for. Not everyone has the luxury of having a safety net, and you need to be reminded of that.
You want to prove that you’re mature? Follow our terms and wait until you’re older. The fact that I have to remind people of this makes my blood boil because I’m only drawing and having to avoid stepping on a landmine because there are stupid people of all varieties in the world,, and we have to suffer indirectly because of them.
I’m saying this again, because this time I keep having kids bypassing my restrictions on my Instagram when I clearly had it set up for those 18 and older.
I know I can’t maintain everyone within age range, but I let them know how angry I am feeling.
Take your headaches of friends and leave! 💢🫵
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malleux · 2 years
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Hi can I request a drabble of a make-out session with albedo and you end up finding out this star birthmark is super sensitive. More of a dominant reader if that's ok ^^
Tyy <3
my star.
-> albedo x gn!reader
-> warnings: MDNI 18+, making out, groping, hickeys
a/n: im very rusty when it comes to more spicy scenes so I really apologize if this is awkward or doesn't flow well. im very tired but I knew I needed to get something out haha
The stars had always been your favorite.
The unpolluted sky shined brightly upon you and the field you laid upon, illuminating you enough to see where you were but not enough to allow any prying eyes to witness. Not that you would care, except for one thing. 
The reputation of your lover, who laid quietly beside you. 
You didn’t question his silence, figuring that he was simply trying to relax after a long day of studying. His fingers playing with your hair were enough to let you know that he was still awake and here– with you. 
Your own fingers were curled up in the fabric of his shirt, the silk cooling the heat of your body as you laid against him. 
“How was your day?”
“Better, now that I’m here.” 
You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach at Albedo’s words, instead smiling and looking up at him. His eyes were soft, already gazing down at you with pure adoration. The air around you seemed to shift, and you leaned up on your elbow, cupping his cheek with your free hand and bringing your lips to his. 
It was the first kiss of the night, but certainly not the last. Each one after that gradually made your insides hotter and hotter and soon enough, you were straddled across Albedo’s lap, his hands resting on your thighs while yours tangled in the hair on the nape of his neck. 
Gradually, you peppered kisses along his cheek, trailing down to his jaw, then his neck. Soft breaths sharpened the further down you went, but when Albedo let out a small moan, you had to pause. 
Your lips had ghosted along the star in the middle of his throat. You didn’t know it was as sensitive as it was, but this was the first time you had really tried to take control of yours and Albedo’s little passionate escapades, so it was understandable. But after seeing just what you do to him, you knew you’d have to take control more often. You smirked, pulling away and meeting Albedo’s eyes.
“You like that?”
He nodded. 
“Use your words, ‘Bedo.” 
“Y-yeah.” He swallowed, and you couldn’t help but watch his throat bob up and down. “A lot.”
At that, you went down again, pressing kisses everywhere around the star, yet avoiding the spot exactly. Albedo squirmed beneath you, obviously impatient for the stimulation that you were denying him. You loved seeing this side of him, all vulnerable and needy for just you. It boosted your ego– no wonder Albedo liked being in control so much. After this, though, you had a feeling he’d be a little more receptive to being beneath you. 
Finally, you gave into temptation and attached your lips to his marking, making a louder moan erupt from his throat. You felt Albedo’s body flush as you began sucking on the star itself, determined to leave a little mark. Albedo would struggle to hide it tomorrow, but it was just payback for all the times he did the same to you. 
Albedo’s fingers laced themselves in your hair, pulling you up from his neck and placing his lips back onto yours. One hand moved down to grope your waist while you rubbed your own hands down his chest, lifting his shirt and touching his bare skin. He shivered under your touch. You got to the hem of his pants before he pulled away and gently held your wrists, shaking his head. 
“Not tonight, my dear. I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”
You smiled at Albedo and laid back down, but not before placing one last kiss upon the now-bruised star and smoothing out his shirt. He rested his head on yours, returning your kiss with one to the top of your head. 
“I love you.” You heard him whisper as you returned your gaze to the sky.
The stars that shined above were certainly beautiful, but they didn’t hold a candle to the man beside you. 
The love of your life– your star. 
“I love you too.”
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Imagine your robot F/O using and fucking you over and over and over again, bragging how robots are stronger and complaining how humans barely last compared to them.
“Stupid human, can’t even manage 837 rounds,” they say, with their cum (or nearest equivalent) practically dripping out of your ears as they mount you for Round 839.
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kalevalakryze · 8 months
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Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze / The Armorer Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer (The Mandalorian) Warnings: 18+ content, smut Notes: minors dni, still chipping away at the long road to get better at writing smut lmao , i took armoralor's textposts like a to-do list, but also i can't just not make it soft at the end, i love my babes soo much okay
Read on AO3: Throne Room
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littlemoon-beam · 9 months
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porn.
that's it.
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sleepingdeath-light · 9 months
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into the deep end ; 18+
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requested by ; anonymous (12/07/23)
word count ; 1328
content ; sexually explicit content, tentacle sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, belly bulge, oral stimulation (amab receiving), overstimulation, slight pain play (suckers), face fucking
fandom ; cookie run
pairing ; abyss monarch cookie x non binary afab reader
read also on ; ao3
note ; as i haven’t touched on this sort of thing (tentacle sex) before in my writing this might be a bit shaky, apologies if this is the case.
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
For as cold and reclusive as they tended to be, your monarch was nothing if not receptive to your requests and your needs. If you complained of hunger then they’d fetch you as best a feast as they could find. If you were vexed by the abyssal chill then they’d wrap you up in their cloak and make a shelter out of whatever debris they could find in order to shield you from the cold. A sore throat was met with a warm drink and a promise of medicine once you got to the next settlement. Any injuries were immediately addressed no matter how small.
And if you asked for rough play then that was exactly what you were going to get.
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A dozen tentacles roamed the expanse of your body, groping and massaging and stroking you from ankle to crown: twisting around your calves like wild vines, creeping upwards to nip and caress the expanse of your thighs — suckers dangerously close to your gushing cunt; encircling your midsection and latching onto the softness of your stomach and the dips of your waist, going around once then twice and again once more until the very tip was prodding gently against the underside of your ribcage; wrapping around the peaks of your breasts to grope and massage at the soft mounds of flesh, leaving round bruises in their wake whenever they lifted and moved to another patch of unclaimed skin to tweak and tug and tease; lightly lounging around your throat, touch lighter than elsewhere but no less heavy and thick as it’s weight pressed against the column of your throat and throbbed in time with the thrum of your own pulse. Constricting, pulsing, teasing and effortlessly hoisting you off the ground with appendages far stronger than they appeared — all the while watching with those calculating emerald eyes that you adored.
And then there were their other appendages: thicker, slimier, longer and darker than the rest. Lacking the painfully pointed and relentless suckers of their companions but no less invasive and controlled as your monarch used them to use you as only they could.
One was buried snugly inside of your pussy, thick and long and twisting in just the right ways as they pounded into your hole and stretched you beyond what should have been possible. Slender, rounded tip bullying your g-spot with vigour as your slick gushed and poured out around it, coating your thighs, your lips, the floor below and the base of the tendril with your juices. Though they paid it no mind, continuing to fuck into that sweet cunt with a ferocity and intensity you’d come to expect from them.
Another was busying itself with your ass: it’s natural lubricant trickling out of your hole as it worked its way deeper and deeper. The pace was much slower and it’s movements more calculated, more intentional, more organic that it’s counterpart, but nonetheless impactful. Rotating and throbbing and thrusting and gushing that cold, thick substance as it worked its way in inch by inch.
The third, and final, of these unique appendages was pressed against your lips — the tip swollen and leaking a watery white liquid that was almost salty when you darted your tongue out to taste it. Yet still, obedient as ever, you parted your lips and welcomed it onto your mouth as it went further and further down — letting your jaw fall slack and even then still struggling as it filled you to aching. Only finally settling once it was deep in your throat and you were struggling to breathe for the weight of it and the overwhelmingly oceanic flavour that clung to it and settled on your tongue.
Then, once all had been left to settle for a brief few moments, did the real fun begin.
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If only you could see the complete mess that they were making of you. See how your stomach bulged outwards so that they could see their tendril pumping in and out of your soaking pussy as clear as day. See how your back arched up to meet the tentacles teasing your chest, embracing the scratches and suction marks even as you winced and as small pin pricks of blood bubbled up to the surface of your breasts, slowly trickling down your stomach. See how pretty you looked with their length stretching your mouth open as your cheeks and chin grew wetter and wetter with your saliva and tears as you lost yourself to your pleasure. See how willingly you took them into every crevice and cavity, how obediently you accepted them and let them ravish your body.
How you let your jaw hang loose and free as they fucked into your welcomingly warm and wet mouth. Rough and fast and thick as they filled you to your throat over and over again, as relentless as you’d begged them to be — letting out a string of muffled, breathy groans and moans as they focused on bringing you to your end.
But you were too far gone to even consider how you looked — too lost in your own mounting pleasure to notice anything beyond your own body and what was being done to it and how good it felt to be filled. To have your pussy stretched and your ass played with and your mouth used all at once by your beloved. To be grounded in the moment by the same pulsating appendages that suspended you in the air as if you weighed nothing. To feel both on fire and numb at the same time.
And then something snapped and shattered and your mind was washed away by the pleasure that flooded your body as you finally — finally — reached your climax. Punctuated by a loud moan as your vision exploded into a veritable fireworks display of white flashes and smudges and smears, so bright and clear that they even stained the insides of your eyelids and remained just as present as your head lolled back from the effort. Mind swimming, mouth full, heart pounding and lungs aching, overwhelmed by everything inside and outside of you and yet totally and blissfully numb.
Unable to recognise — or, perhaps, simply uncaring of — the state that your orgasm had left you in as you were forced to ride out that high by your monarch. None of it mattered to you, not the slick covered thighs nor the sweat-slicked hair nor the saliva that slid down your neck or even the marks that littered your body from where their tentacles had once been. No. You were too caught up in your fiery gooseflesh and your need to be touched by your monarch.
Your monarch who continued to fuck your spent cunt through your high no matter how much you trembled and shook.
Your monarch who used your soft lips and generous tongue until they couldn’t anymore, spurting their release (hot and watery and white) onto your suction-raw, prickle-scratched chest.
Your monarch who slowly brought you back to the ground and held you in their arms as you panted and whined and moaned — overstimulated and yet still begging for them somehow.
Your monarch who shushed you and brushed the sweat and drool and tears from your face even as they twitched and ached with a need for more — a more that they knew you were in no place to provide.
Your monarch who wrapped you up in their cloak, unbothered (for now) by the residual mess, and helped you lay down even as you trembled and whimpered and moaned, still caught up in your climax.
Your monarch who always gave you precisely what you asked for without taking any more than what they knew you could give. As cold and isolated as the abyss from which they took their name and yet far more loving than most would think.
Who could punish and pleasure, loathe and love, deliver and destroy all in the same breathe. And you wouldn’t have them any other way.
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ilyas-salty-bitters · 11 months
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begging for a Julian x OC or Lucio x OC rp I’ll literally write for either of them I just have so much muse pls interact or just add me
rainywoes#1552
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chaoticaart · 2 years
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them 🖤💛
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nyxknows · 2 years
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waiittt don't pull out when we both finish i want to warm your cock and i dont want your cum to spill 🥺
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tigerlily980 · 8 months
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I didn’t feel good today but probably not an excuse to not motivate myself or better myself so here’s some doodles I made on requests of some friends (huge fan of Moral Orel btw)
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sleepy-stars-room · 2 years
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“we’ll always have this summer” ✨
purpose of this post series: a post keeping track of what fics I’ve been wanting to read and leave feedback for! this one is a bit special b/c it’s written by a wonderful friend of mine hehe <3
additional note(s): let’s enjoy the chaos as I read through this fic, you’re welcome to join, and leave reactions. YALL IDK HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR EMMA TO WRITE A FIC FOR HOON LIKE 😩 being down bad for hoon and emma’s writing !! what a win 😌 
oh oh AND THIS IS A 18+ WORK SO MDNI!!!
this post is for ENHYPEN - Sunghoon (if you couldn’t already tell)
↓ click on read more to see my reactions + review ↓
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we’ll always have this summer - psh  by @asahicore​
pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader (afab, she/her)
fic type: written fic | word count: 25,727
genre: romance, comedy, idiots-to-lovers, university au | warnings: food, hoon is a horse nerd, parents arent always the greatest, smut so MDNI !!! (oral m and f receiving, lots of making out, sub!hoon x dom!reader, nicknames, slight praise kink, marking, vaginal penetration, outdoor sex)
summary: Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time of your life there, you soon find out that maybe the cold boy next door who doesn’t want to talk to you and loves horses might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life.
my additional notes: omg ash another note?? yes. WAIT LMAO I JUST HAVE TO EXPRESS THIS B/C LOSING MY SHIT RN! ITS FUCKING A SUB HOON OMLLL YESSS WE LOVE TO SEE IT! I LIVE FOR SUB! ENHA OR MEN IN GENERAL TOO THEY DESERVE LOVE TOO 😩 like let me take control <3 
okay enough of this, time to read it, enjoy it, and rave & review it! emma if you see this which I’m sure you will, ily and be ready for some lengthy ass review which is mostly me screaming about how good it is <33
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take this a fic rec!! much love to you for those who follow me and yeah :)
signing off with love
- ash
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