#//From The Old Blog

[diverse-hearts]

@crownshattered continued from [X]

He doubted it would clear anytime soon, but he didn't want to put any more of a downer on things either. Kira was a guest here, even with the strange circumstances in which she was here under - therefore he'd find some type of way to make sure that she enjoyed her visit. It might just take a day or two to arrange things, after all, he wasn't willing to place her in any type of danger either.

"Part of my work load is to make sure you and the traveller are taken care of - so don't worry too much about that", he smiled lightly, watching the storm outside for a few moments longer, mind wondering over her question. Yeah, he could see that. The Mighty Shogun couldn't be liking that there were those who refused to give into her demands - was she aware of the damage that was caused when visions were torn away from their users?

"Kira, have you witnessed what happens to those she strips of their vision?", his own hand shifted to rest over the comforting warmth that emitted from the vision to hang by his own hip, "We would never go against the wishes of our Archon - not without a good reason..."

[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[diadraws]

so, theres a cartoon. but, get this: i've drawn the characters as weird animals. i bet youve never seen me do that before

[firestia]

Little pony princesses 💗

[romiiarts]

woof

[cumcov3redangel]

I’m feeling empty inside.. can you cum in me

[my-little-black-heart]

[miss-carter]

MCU COSTUME APPRECIATION Hayley Atwell as Peggy Carter | Agent Carter Season One (2015)

[firefly-artwork]

Family Sketches - Part 2

Yes the GothFam counts and Luffy is Shanks spiritual son

[diverse-hearts]

@lachrymosestorm continued from [X]

With a slight nod, he knelt down to help gather up the plants and flowers to have fallen, taking care not to harm them any more than they'd already suffered from the earlier fall. It was true that not many came out this way, but with how uneasy things had been lately, thieves were always looking for their best option of finding a new victim. He didn't want to lecture the woman though - it was her life. If she wanted to risk it collecting weeds, that was her choice.

Well, that's what the old him would maybe have thought.

"You were being watched...you shouldn't come out this far on your own". That wasn't too much of a lecture, was it? Just a friendly warning - nothing wrong with passing along a little advice, "...that aside, are you alright? I'll walk you back...just incase those thieves are still hanging nearby..."

[villain-enthusiast]

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

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“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

[personishfive]

in which dialogue is exchanged

[thisisnsfw-v3]

my favourite pants 😌

[clandestinewhore]

𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢

(𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹)

[farawaywiththefairies]

when i say older men i mean older men!!

[my-little-black-heart]