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swede · 8 months

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hmm…

aster of the fae

- stolen by a human as a young faerie during a great war the kingdom once had against the fae

- raised in seclusion by a gentle, loving mother who wholeheartedly believes in magic and has never tried to snuff out her light

- no father. none. bye.

- kept away from all people as means of protection

- one of the only few surviving fae from the war, she is unaware if any of her kind are left. she has never seen another faerie

- lives in a little cottage at the edge of the woods. lots of baskets and berries and cotton dresses and goats and bunnies and stuff

- eventually her mother ages and dies. WAH WAH

- left completely to her own devices she sets out into the world. she is well aware of what she is and she has somewhat harnessed her powers in healing and controlling nature

- she is easily swarmed by humans and they are fascinated by her. she is brought before a new king, a great-grandson of the previous king who started the war

- she is mistaken for a goddess and worshipped as such, placed on a pedestal she does not want and didn’t ask for

- lives in the palace for several decades. centuries maybe? never grows old etc etc and because of this the belief in her is only strengthened

- her story devolves into myth, into legend, she can be found in ancient script and scrolls

- she eventually runs away. there’s an uproar. crops begin to die and the kingdom is turned into a realm of forever winter. it never recovers in her absence

- the kingdom is frozen in time. it remains there to modern day. ashamed of the damage she’s done, she places a spell on the kingdom in order to hide it from other humans. it is empty and desolate.

- OPTION 1: she haunts the kingdom and stays there forever in order to try to undo what she has done to this land

- OPTION 2: she explores the world and makes it to modern day, still seeking her own kind wherever she goes

#non-rp blogs dni.#oc ramblings/ideas below the cut…#idk. i need to focus on the blogs i have but i’m rotating this in my head like a hotdog in a microwave #this is sort of a repurpose-ization of an old fae oc i had named aster of belyr #her story was more sinister and dark. unseelie fae #but this one is seelie #i took bits and pieces of various fairytales for inspo!!!!#i quite like it so far #the kingdom is yet unnamed but i’m sure i’ll find something #i’d have to do some world building to really solidify stuff #but. i have a face for her #ik what she looks like in my head #and ik how she acts and conducts herself and speech #so!#do we vibe at all??? is this worth a blog is what i’m asking #would y’all like and/or write w her…#terrified of bringing female ocs to tumblr #its marginally better writing a female canon but WOOWEE #anyw. i’m drinking a bit since no class tomorrow #so i’m gonna keep writing down ideas as i get them #may watch some movies for inspo #she’s like a weird funky combo of the last unicorn / sleeping beauty / snow white / frozen #spoiler: love will thaw the kingdom she needs to be loved and calmed down so she’s in more control #secret ice powers. she’s in control of every season #she’s the only fae left to see to the turning of the leaves #mmm…#tbd.

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makerscockandballs · 1 year

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somehow I thought the human mage inquisitor came from the Kirkwall circle, found out canonically it’s Ostwick. But still. Imagine if it was Kirkwall.

Them having to work closely with the man who enabled the atrocities they had to endure. being paraded about as a savior by the institution that made their life hell. double whammy for an ex-tranquil inquisitor who finally “awoke” from tranquility only to be back with the chantry. going through hell to save the world.

#rotating my ex-tranquil inquisitor in my head again. if i enjoyed playing inquisition more id do a playthrough with her #also i need the mods to work. i cannot have her walking around with a bad haircut #‘we should recruit the templars’ ‘WE SHOULD KILL YOU ON SIGHT’#she’d deck cullen so hard he’d meet the fucking maker #magnolia trevelyan #txt

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whatudottu · 1 year

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Honestly I’ve always enjoyed the idea of Blitzwing serving as the Kwarrel to Wasp’s Kevin, given how the former would probably sympathize heavily with the latter and try to teach him how to use his current condition to his advantage, but given how Blitzwing’s been shown to not exactly be the best at handling his trauma or dealing with his emotions, I’m not sure if he’d actually be of any real help or just end up unintentionally making things worse.

Ya know, Blitzwing as Wasp's Kwarrel is just such a really cool idea, where are you getting your big brained takes anon haha! We have no idea how Kwarrel knew how to calm an amalgam mutant/osmosian depending on your preference, but we know (this version) of Blitzwing by the time Wasp goes through his Kevin arc fairly well and yeah - good or bad - I also like to think about now 'not-sparked-a-triple-changer' Blitzwing and 'suddenly-fleshy' Waspinator seeing optic to optic and also one-sided 'not the baby!' emotions.

Because my Blitzwing thoughts have been circling around placing his status of triple changer as the result of Autobot experiments rather than the actions of Blackarachnia, I can't help but compare the difference between the canon Blitzwing and this AU one. Maybe canon Blitzwing already has a confirmation bias that Blackarachnia is a hypocrite and has not qualms about modifying other's frames drastically in spite of her own dysphoria, but because canon is canon, they might actually do as you said and make things worse because well- they didn't exactly have an outlet that wasn't the war, and that was forever ago. I suppose on the opposite end AU Blitzwing would probably be better at coaching Wasp through the very drastic frame change, but this time probably has a lot of confusion, betrayal and anger towards Blackarachnia, who having the burden of the TC experiment off her shoulders probably would have bonded over being ones of a kind in vastly different disconnect ways.

God you might get me to kick TFP off it's pedestal in my head, because damn I am rotating these thoughts immensely!

#ask #anonymous #wasp #tfa wasp #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #transformers #tfa #maccadam #kevin and kwarrel are mentioned but this is less about them and more their narrative roles #blackarachnia is mentioned also but this ain't about her #i should probably come up with a tag for autobot experiment blitzwing... if i'm not gonna be too pedantic and call it bot experiment blitz #👀 bot blitz? i like that as a start but it does imply autobot blitzwing but i'll figure it out *grins*#anon how do you lift your head because your brain is stonking heavy what the hell #i am rotating wasp in my head for the first time ever how do you have this power #he is smol in my hand- he is being pet like those crusty gifs #i have a habit for combining aus so if i derailed don't mind me #rambling after all is front and centre #i am vibrating i need to create something

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lilyliveredlittlerichboy · 10 months

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i think what it boils down to is that if it was some rando here who commented that shit on that post, i would have a very strong, quite visceral reaction to it. along the lines of "uh no dumbass, if your anticapitalism relies on antisemitic dogwhistles (or excusing and handwaving away of said dogwhistles) then it's not actually very good at all. bringin in israel for good measure as well when it was literally not about that at all. it really sounds like youve done little to no work at all in deconstructing your own antisemitic biases" but bc shes my friend on fb i feel like i have to be gentler and nicer than that. when really that is the gist of what im trying to say. it keeps turning into 3 miles long paragraphs. ive been trying to respond this comment for like 4 days

#i need a tag for my own rambles #help....???#i might just have to dm her and be like hey ho i REALLY dont know what to say in response to your comment its been days #so maybe at this point im just hoping ive severely misunderstood something cus from here it just looks like a deflecty comment thats trying #to excuse a lot of antisemitism on the left. which is Not Good #palestine flag on pfp starting to look a lot more sinister after seeing that comment and letting it rotate in my head for a few days tbh...#i guess step one of supporting jews is realising how deeply in the shits we are when it comes to antisemitism #and how many of our closest friends are buying into this rhetoric without question #antisemitism #sigh #im NOT posting the comment here publicly #though i think its also telling that my 8.5k notes post here got like 4 reactions when crossposted to fb.#when i usually get like 50+ reactions on my personal posts on fb esp if theres a picture with it #cant discount algorithm suppression. its fb after all. but even then. its abysmal

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a-lonely-dunedain · 3 months

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I don't usually have "ships" but when I do I'm pretty chill about- *trips and all these fall out of my pocket*

*frantically trying to shove drawings back in my pocket* oh gosh I um- look I'm actually super normal about them it's just- *another one falls out* aw geez--

look I um- ok I lied I'm not normal about them. on the bright side, turns out getting obsessed with The Characters is a good motivation to get some much needed drawing practice in!

#it's funny how I say 'getting obsessed' with them when I have literally had these two rotating in my head for so many years #I should say I'm only just now getting to *post* about my obsession. it's always been there #it's actually really hard to draw Celeair bc I keep having to stop and scream to myself over how cute his lil face is #he's literally looking with the 🥺face how am I meant to focus like this??#Margim is hard to draw bc I think my style lends itself better to characters with like. idk 'softer' features?#it just takes a lot more time and tweaking to get her looking close enough to how she's supposed to. this is why I need practice #lotro #lotro oc #Margim #Celeair #haven't logged into lotro for like two days bc I keep having to Draw Them but I'm SLOW at it

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arolesbianism · 6 months

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Once again thinking abt unit swap doomed toxic yuri besties lucked out so hard drifting apart like they did otherwise we'd be getting new darling by maretu in here

#rat rambles #sekai posting #unit swap au #to be clear thisd be in a long term scenario neither of them are actively abusive they were 14 years old #they just also had Issues and enabled each other a Lot #codependency moments or whatever #I have been rotating these two in my head so sooo hard #Im so happy I finally have unit swap kohane more solidified in my mind now I just need to get a better grasp of toya #and I need to get an more friends stat but I also have not a clue who to have her meet #its be cute if I had her and mizuki still end up finding eachother but idk yet #mostly cause mizuki already has a lot going on with out of unit friends so I dont wanna keep giving them more friends #I want other characters to be allowed friends too yknow?#but also mizuki and an 🥺#idk Ill figure it out eventually I just need to develop everyone else more first I think

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screampied · 30 days

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if requests are open, can we see nanami x breeding kink? i know he would be the perfect daddy 💕

❤︎ ໋𓈒 husband nanami finding out he has a breeding kink.

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, breeding kink, praise, soft dom nanami, mdni.

breeding.

he wouldn’t even know he had such a kink until afterwards, finishing inside of you for about the third time with hot puffs of air running from his lips.

his eyes, dark brown pools that intently stared into yours, he’s in utter love with you and only you. your current position was supine—your legs would be perfectly sprawled and spread for him. mating press, such a deep and thorough angle. so deep to where you were practically seeing stars.

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?” he’d huff out lowly between rough breaths. you stare at him with glossy eyes, a hand softly clinging onto his wrist. he was always so gentle, deep yet precise strokes to make you feel every inch. such eyebrows of his curl up and furrow as he intakes a single sharp breath, the feeling of such thick ropes spewing inside your walls makes him groan. “always s—so good at milking me.”

sloppy hips thwack and drill into you, and that’s when he leans right up close to you—you’re met with lust filled fawn eyes and a needy smile.

“ah. eyes up here, wanna see that pretty face,” and his tempo was so unhinged. you glance up at him and he mutters off a soft, “hi my love,” and you could have just melted right there. nanami lightly presses a hand against your tummy, a thumb swiftly tracing near the exact spot where he was reaching you inside. so full, you moan before he leans in to kiss you, yet instead, he conceals his own whine into the crook of your neck. “this—tummy would look so pretty if it was nice ‘n round for me like last time.”

the very corners of your lips tugs, it outlines into a sweet pout before you whimper, “make me fuller then, kento,” you’d heave out. he was jackhammering such merciless yet tenderly passionate thrusts into your cunt, effortlessly smacking back against you. “wanna f-feel fuller.”

you had the white bed sheets bawl into the palms of your hands. everything felt so warm, his hips just continued to rotate and jerk and jerk and jerk. it was hypnotic, he knew just where to prod the head of his cock right against you.

you’re nearly drooling. just imagining such lengthy ropes of his pump you full. you wanted it, no—you needed it. desperately, you were practically being fucked into the mattress—the mattress in question creaked and sang in such harmony it was hard not to ignore its sounds.

the entire feeling, you were clamping down on him so tight that his jaw tenses. a simple sight like that was oh so sexy in the slightest, nanami lightly bites down on his lip. a cute flushed expression slowly painting over his face once he catches you still staring. he was chasing his own breath, giving you slow yet perfect full vivacious thrusts.

“k-kento,” you’d moan with a slight gasp, he brings a hand to slide your arms all the way up. it’s almost teasing, the way he makes you hold your hands high, a soft simper rests against his lips the entire time. your legs quaver, feeling how easy it was for him to stretch you out. his touch, it was blisteringly hot, blisteringly tender.

he made sure to delicately trace his fingers all over your skin. he wouldn’t dare miss a spot. not with a body as perfect as yours. that’s what he saw in his eyes anyway. “so—so goooood, don’t s-stop baby.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he huffs out, and his voice was so raspy and rich. a subtle coarse of baritone hidden underneath his deep tone. you peer up at him and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “if my princess wants to feel more full, i’ll do just that. give her anything she wants.”

you whimper, feeling him hit such a sensitive angle, he hit it just right too.

the crown of his dick made its way through every crevice of your walls. he reached in spots that you didn’t think he’d reach — not at all, you failed to hide your moans by this point and he thought you sounded so cute. knowing he was the one to make you sound like this, feel this way, it made him happy. that’s all he wanted, your pleasure was his pleasure.

every. single. spot.

whilst your toes curled, you feel your back start to seemingly arch on its own before even more sweetened whimpers fly past your sheeny lips. “give m-me,” you started to speak. he raises a brow marginally, brushing a thumb against your lower lip before feeling himself about to bottom out. at that point, he was fully inside, you felt it and you only mewled out a candied, “give me another baby kento. please.”

“oh,” he softly murmurs, and his tongue playfully licks against your neck—a sweet lap, he savored your taste before teasingly starting to nibble.

“gonna give you triplets this time,” and he brings a hand down your chest, then towards your stomach, real slow. you moan once he gingerly lifts up your leg before giving your ankle a kiss. “this what you want, sweetheart? more of this? more of … me?”

“yes,” you pout, feeling your cunt just swallowing his hefty shack, his base smacks back and forth against you to where you’re almost giddy. you felt like you were on cloud nine, nanami’s strokes, his thrusts hell, his enticing rhythm had you nearly speechless. you let off a soft meek once the shivering cold metal of his watch band slithers against your skin.

the more he touched you, the more close you became to making yet another mess on him. of course, like the good husband he was, nanami would happily clean you up.

“y-yes, kento,” you repeat in a honeyed voice, by this point, your legs were well wrapped around his waist. fully having him in a secure lock, not ever thinking to let go, you couldn’t nor did you want to. he drove into your gummy walls so good that you let off the sugared most melodic moans right up against his earlobe. “want…..another baby.”

“i know you do,” he hushes, bringing a chaste kiss towards your collarbone. you swallow a thick imaginary lump that grew into your throat. only tiny squeaks would come out — you moaned, tightening your legs hold around him before you started to picture such fanciful things.

fanciful things like nanami pouring yet another a thick load into you, and as you’re deep in thought he’s doing just that. a gasp gets caught in his lips before he leans up close to you. his broad chest presses up against you before he groans. out of all the notorious enemies he’s had to fight, he was simply no match for your pussy. its grip had him being the one with his eyes nearly rolling back.

“f-fuck,” and you felt yourself throb, making direct eye contact with him. it was rare, yet hearing nanami swear was so infrequent.

it was the way he swore, spewing out such filthy words underneath his breath. long ruffled strands of messy hair nearly occluding his view of vision. he reaches to move some of his hair away from his face, just so he could get a good glimpse of you—a good glimpse of his wife.

“look at me,” he says in a soft tone, he was buried so deep within you, you saw how his muscles tensed and his jaw tightened. he made his hips come to a halt completely before he leans in to gift you with another kiss. “mwah,” he smooches near your jawline, “mwah,” near your chin, and a final kiss near your lips.

your heart, it fluttered.

nanami felt warm all over his body, as well as the sheer warmth that coated him from being inside you. “i—i love you,” you’d whine, feeling such massive velvet ropes of cum going all inside of you. he merely lets off a purr at the way the back of your heel skims down his back. “so much.”

“i love you,” he returns it. his mouth briefly opens, and he was about to say ‘more’ but he pauses. nanami’s weight was still hovering over you before he brings a same big hand down towards your tummy. “now, we wait. you’re such a good mommy for me, sweetheart.”

#★vegasbaby.#nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #anime smut #female reader

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cherryredstars · 5 months

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omg hold on i love you so much i hope you are well. so i was sleeping peacefully in my bed today and suddenly this came to mind and i found myself on the floor.

it doesn't necessarily have to be sub Miguel, but i NEED NEED NEED a reader who has a sex stamina higher than burj khalifa. so miguel gets frustrated and overstimulated by the time its over, whining and trying to push her off of his lap type of shit because its his 4th or 5th orgasm. BUT HE WON'T, YKNOW WHY? BECAUSE HE IS HORRNY. BECAUSE ITS SEX AND IT IS GOOD SEX LIKE GAD DAYMMM

thank you

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie, A Second of Fingering

Summary: Who is he to deny good sex?

Word Count: 725 (Not Edited)

He doesn’t know how much more he can take.

He’s surprised that he can even cum still. You’ve been at this for hours, greedily milking his cock and mewling at him. It’s fucking amazing. It’s like some shit his teenage mind would jerk off too. Some bizarre porn video concept. Except, this is real and he’s more of a mess than he thought he would be.

He started out on top, fucking your desperate pussy until tears flowed from your eyes. He has the scratch marks on his back to prove it, raised and red. But after his second orgasm and your fourth, you still wanted more. But he was so tired, deeply satisfied as cock almost went numb from pleasure. But you looked so sad, giving him that cute little pout that he can never say no to. So, to summarize, his own weakness is to blame for his current situation.

You’re desperately bouncing on his cock, no signs of slowing down. He’s flat on his back, moaning and groaning as he tries to get a steady grip on your hips. His cock is on fire, overstimulated and tired. It’s creamy with your combined cum, making loud squelches everytime you impale yourself on his dick. You won’t shut up, mouth dropped open as you scream and moan. Miguel is approaching his fifth orgasm, and he doesn’t know if there will be much cum left in him to fill you up with.

“Fuck, fuck, mi querida, let up. Gonna actually milk me dry if you don’t fucking stop.” Miguel whines, his hand moving to press on your stomach in a weak effort to push you off.

You shake your head and whimper, holding his hand there with both of your own. You use your hold as leverage, still moving up and down on him. Miguel moans out when he can feel where he makes your skin bulge, his orgasm rushing down his spine. You’re whimpering out ‘please’ over and over again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finish. He feels the way your walls flutter and squeeze around him, earning a dying groan from him as it triggers his own release.

His hips buck up weakly, spurting the very last drops of his cum into you. Both of you are panting, Miguel’s cock begging to be freed from your vice grip. You rotate your hips, softly mewling when his cock skims over your g-spot. Miguel protests as you work his cock, trying to hold your hips still to stop you.

You lean down and kiss him, that hungry look still in your eyes, “So, so good, Miggy. That felt real good.”

Miguel can only hum in agreement weakly, his head thrown back against the sheets as he tries to regain himself. He gasps as you get up, slowly removing yourself off his cock with a soft pop. Miguel’s cock is semi-hard when he hits his stomach, still coated with cum. He can feel it softening further, his cock throbbing from overuse.

Suddenly, you gasp loudly. It echoes off the walls, a sharp and unexpected noise. Miguel’s head shoots up to see if you’re hurt.

Miguel groans when he sees and feels what had you gasping. You’re still hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips. Cum fucking flows out of you, finally being able to escape your flooded hole. It’s white and thick, running down your thighs and forming a puddle under you. It splatters on Miguel’s skin, and his cock jumps and hardens at the sight. Miguel lets out a tired sigh, grabbing your hips and stuffing a finger into you. You cry out, face blissed out as he fucks the cum back into you.

“Fucking minx, you’re insatiable.” He grumbles, pulling his finger out and wiping it on the skin of your thigh.

You whimper, quickly turning it into a scream as he seats you back onto his raw cock. His cock stings, fighting in protest. His body is tired and he’s sure he only has dry orgasms left in him. But he doesn’t seem to care, especially when you instantly start riding him again. It feels good, so good. Real good. He falls back into his weakness again, whining and cursing.

He’s just a man after all, and what good man passes up on pornstar-level sex?

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