#🐉anon

[enden-k]

I heard something about twitter forcing it that they can use art for AI Training and you can basically not opt out. There was something else to it maybe but im also not sure as i am not on twitter.

-🐉

ah. im so tired yall

thanks for explaining, i guess ill make an account over there too for the twt ppl and jsut hope for the best eugh

also speaking of ai training, a good reminder to new tmblr ppl in case you werent aware or didnt do that yet: if you make a new tmblr acc make sure to turn this on immediately (its off by default iirc)

click on your blog > blog settings > scroll to visibility (goes for desktop/mobile (ios/android) all the same)

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Fuck it I'm posting what I got so far before I really do conk out

First kisses with the Primarchs ~♡ Pt 3

Includes: Magnus, Alpharius/Omegon, Guilliman

Alpharius/Omegon: You’re settled between them, reading, with who you’re fairly sure is Omegon reading over your shoulder, and Alpharius seemingly half asleep with his head resting on yours. Omegon paws at your book when you go to turn the page - muttering about how he wasn’t done reading. “It’s nice that you can tell us apart,” Alpharius says suddenly, “yeah?” you hum as Omegon releases the page, “I agree,” he says, “even if you do mess up sometimes,” you snort at him and he smirks, leaning right into your personal space. “For example,” he mutters, your only warning being a quick glance at  your lips before his are on them, light stubble scratchy against your skin. “Wh- hey!” Alpharius says, amused and petulant as his hand comes into view to shove Omegon off you. He turns your face to his with a gentle hand, Omegon scoffs behind you and lifts the book off your lap as Alpharius kisses you, smooth and a little clumsy, his nose bumping yours as he barely remembers to turn his head, he tastes like sweet coffee. You blink as he pulls away looking rather smug. “You thought he was Alpharius,” Omegon says knowingly. 

Magnus: “By all accounts it doesn’t make sense!” Magnus exclaims, jolting you out of your drowsy state as he sits up with his hands curled, he looks at you and sighs, settling back down, “and to make matters worse, my darling star isn’t even listening to me!” he says dramatically, flopping backward against the pillows with the back of his hand against his forehead, bright hair shifting ethereally. You watch as some of his curls reach out towards you like creeping plant’s tendrils and reach up to let them tangle around your fingers idly as you sigh; he’s pouting, bottom lip pushed out petulantly like a child. “I am listening, Magnus,” you say, he huffs, peering at you through his barely-open eye, still posing. “If I kiss you,” you say quickly before he can open his mouth again, “will you finally let me sleep?” you ask, lowering your hand as his hair relinquishes its delicate grip on your fingers. He’s silent for a moment and you yawn, he rolls onto his side to look at you properly, eye alight with swirling emerald green and gold, “that may be your best bet,” he says finally, lifting up the covers so you can wriggle in close enough to bump your nose against his. You close your eyes and kiss him as he tucks the covers around you, he smells like spices and musk and something that tingles your nose and sends shivers up your spine.

Guilliman: Roboute is face down against his desk when you enter, you clear your throat, he jolts upright, eyes wide and a paper sticking to his chin, he stares at you, unseeing. “Hi,” you say softly, giving him a little wave. He shakes his head, paper fluttering to the floor, “uh,” he says intelligently, and then “good morning, darling,”, which is a little odd, seeing as the sun is beginning to duck behind the horizon and bathing the room in vibrant orange light. You say as much and he whips his head around to stare at the setting sun. His shoulders drop as he turns back to you with an exhausted sigh, planting his head in his hands, “I don’t think I want to know how many meals I’ve missed,” he mutters as you pat his thigh comfortingly. He looks at you and leans back, offering his arm as a solid climbing piece for you to clamber into his lap. “Poor thing,” you say sympathetically, cupping his cheeks, stubble rough and spiky under your palms. He chuckles and tilts his chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips with a loving smile. His stubble scratches your chin and he sighs into your mouth - right as his stomach lets out a loud rumble. 

[mother-athena]

hi, Miss Athena,

today it was warm where I live so I got to walk my dogs around, and I had a really good time :)

-🐉

That sounds like the perfect afternoon to me, kiddo. I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself and got to spend some time outside. I'm looking forward to enjoying the warmer weather myself soon.

[livingdeadmlm]

HEYYYYY ITS ME AGAIN! Sorry I haven’t checked in for a while, the heat in my state has been killing me lol

Anyways how r u doing Rigby?

-🐉 anon

Things are good!! Kinda stressful but I’m thugging it out

[valtsv]

tumblr might be one of the only places on earth where you can be accused of enjoying things which would get you violently ostracised in any other social setting for clout i really do love it here

[muselin]

I read your about and I just wanna know where your old Naruto fics are. You can call me 🐉

Hi 🐉!

Oh god, I've lost a lot of my old fics because they were on sites and blogs that don't exist anymore, some of this was like 15 years ago. I might have one or two knocking around on fanfiction.net if my account still exists at all, I was Muslin on there.

[hurlingdown]

I want Sukuna. Large beast reader, a curse so ancient and feral that whichever body it inhabits takes on a monsters appearance - horns, whipping tail, claws and four predatory eyes.

Sukuna had the curse with him in his prime, a guard dog and something more..?

In his new vessel Sukuna yearns for his pet back, he’s aching inside and it’s starting to affect Yujis life - wet dreams, random boners, leaking slick from his ass?! It’s crazy, so they go on a mission to find Sukunas pet.

Holed up in a closed off cave, hibernating for hundreds of years - dormant until the curse signature registers at the mouth of the tunnel. Hulking and beastly, fangs dripping and tail striking the walls with enough force to create a spark. Yuji is like ‘oh fuck’ and Sukuna is like ‘oh fuck’.

Beast reader is in heat after being asleep for so long! And his mate has returned for him 🥰🥰🥰 which is incredible timing, lots of little demon eggs are ready to be deposited and gestated inside a pink haired man’s pretty body.

Love you Hurly Bird 😘😘

- 🐉

(I will probably be sending in an inbox thirst about Caesar Clown and/or Perospero in the foreseeable future.. so get ready for that 👍))

🐉ANONNN YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN. every time you write something i'm like "this is the best one so far". and it just keeps getting better and better, holy shit.

i'm writing a prolonged version of this. posting my kinktober masterlist in a few hours, this will definitely be on there. !!!

p.s. i wrote it out

[jaylaxies]

I must grace y’all w another one

https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a7784b6cbd31ed0642346cec622aa58/414e21dee6b99997-fc/1affb97a347d979174c04065534f4ea222dd7938.mp3

GENUINELY DIED LISTENING TO THIS 😵‍💫 IT’LL MAKE YOUR PUSSY THROB,, I just love whimpering praising Jake so much 🥴

- 🐉

link!

jake calling you his good girl while fucking you deep, moaning right beside your ear, biting the earlobe gently as he whimpers and praises you for being so good to him, his thrusts getting sloppier as you both reach your high, eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation of his cock twitching inside your clenching walls before he empties his cum inside your cunt <3

[rhiannonsknife]

feeling.. a bit.. whorish 🫣

but was thinking of reader who gets roped into going to one of lottie’s parties and there they also get roped into playing spin the bottle.. which coincidentally majority of the yellowjackets are playing also—

basically reader getting to kiss/make out with the members

- 🐉

oh my god we gotta love a whorish 🐉 anon ask!! nsfw-ish content. so mdni. part 2.

you're trying not to think too hard about what's happening around you as nat (who’s been making out with jackie for the past minutes) licks her lips, like she’s savoring the last bits of jackie in her mouth, and reaches for the bottle in the center of the circle of yellowjackets.

then she spins it.

the air feels thicker as the bottle slows, the suspense stretching impossibly thin. your stomach flips as it finally comes to a stop. pointing directly at you. “fucking finally,”

your face heats instantly, your mind reeling at the implication behind her words. you don't get the chance to ask what she means, because nat is already on her knees, crawling toward you

“nat, don't break them,” shauna teases from her spot in the circle, leaning back on her hands. “i’m gentle!” she insists with a low chuckle.

all eyes are on you as nat leans in.

you don't realize you're holding your breath until her lips brush yours. for a brief moment, she hovers there, her mouth barely grazing yours as if she's daring you to lean in and close the gap. when you don't, nat’s hand slides up, her fingers curling just under your chin to tilt your face toward her.

and then she kisses you.

her lips move with a confidence that makes your head spin, coaxing you into it until you can't think about anything else.

when she finally pulls back and you find yourself chasing her mouth with a low whine, nat’s grin is wide and triumphant, her eyes scanning your flushed face with satisfaction.

“not bad,” she says, sitting back like she's just done you a favor.

you barely have time to catch your breath, let alone process before jackie speaks up. “i don't know…” she taps her chin. “i think i can do better!”

it’s not a question. not really. jackie is already sliding closer.

her lips crash into yours, and the difference is immediate. where nat's kiss was measured, jackie is messy, frantic.

her hand curls around the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair as she tugs you closer. jackie’s manicured nails lightly graze your skin and the force of it sends a shiver down your spine. you can't help but gasp against her mouth.

jackie takes full advantage, licking into you like she has something to prove, like she needs to claim this moment as hers and no one else's: she kisses like she's been starving for you, like this is something she's been aching for but denying herself until now.

when she pulls away, you're dizzy. jackie just smiles, wiping the corner of your mouth with her thumb. “yeah,” she rasps. “much better…”

“that’s not fair,” shauna says -no, whines- suddenly, pushing off her hands and shifting forward. “i didn't get a turn!”

jackie, whose hands still cup the side of your face, makes room for her. “suit yourself shipman,” she tilts your head so you’re looking past her at shauna. “they’re all yours!”

the words barely have time to register before shauna is there, framing your face with both hands as her lips meet yours too. you inhale sharply, your mouth still puffy and wet with jackie’s saliva.

where she was rough, shauna is steady, patient, her lips soft but firm, her thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks as she deepens the kiss. somewhere behind you, you hear nat’s breath catching in her throat as she watches you kiss shauna back while jackie lingers close to you. her hands roam your back, fingers digging into your shoulders in what’s supposed to be a grounding gesture. it only sends more heat through your body that pools between your thighs.

when shauna pulls back, her dark eyes linger on yours, pupils dilated impossibly wide. her jaw drops when jackie, impatient as ever, cradles your neck and turns you back towards herself immediately after.

she sighs into your mouth this time, an almost-moan slipping from her as she gets her own taste of shauna’s spit in your mouth.

lottie's voice cuts through the moment suddenly, “i think it's my turn,”

she doesn't sit down when she reaches you, doesn't kneel like the others did. instead, she stands tall, towering over you. lottie's hand lifts, her fingers gentle as they cup your jaw. she tilts your face up toward hers, then curls her fingers in your hair.

lottie doesn't rush. there's no hurried crash of lips, no frenzied energy. the kiss lasts longer than the others, feels more deliberate and when she pulls away, you're breathless. lottie grins, brushing her thumb over your bottom lip. “yeah,” she says softly, like the others aren't even there. “that's more like it,”

the silence that follows feels charged. you glance around, realizing all of them are still watching you expectantly. jackie breaks first: “you're not done yet, are you?”

unable to string together any coherent sentences, you just shake your head, dumbfounded and so, so turned on.

“pass them over here,” shauna murmurs, and suddenly you're moving again, their hands on you, their mouths finding yours from all directions.

you lose track of time, of whose lips are brushing yours, of whose hands are sliding over your skin and tugging at your clothes. the room spins around you, a blur of low hums and teasing words, but you don't care. not when jackie's teeth are grazing the base of your neck, or when shauna is whispering sweet nothings against your ear. not when nat pulls you into her lap and gently rocks you back and forth, or when lottie kisses you again, slow and consuming, like she's trying to leave her mark.

[seoktized]

I love perv Anton so bad

🐉

perv!anton x reader

warnings: smut, m + f masturbation, anton watching reader, dubcon..? i think

explicit content under the cut!

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perv roommate!anton who is absolutely head over heels for you. he loves!! to steal your used panties and use them to jerk off late at night!

but one night as he was walking to his room, he heard a buzzing sound accompanied with you moaning softly. the door wasn’t closed all the way so anton could see you in all your glory, one hand cupping your breast while the other was buried in between your legs.

anton was wide eyed, not wanting to blink just in case he missed something. he watched as your legs shook and your back arched off of the bed, silently wishing he had you like that.

a small “fuck, anton-” slipped from your mouth which made anton blink profusely. did he hear that right? did you just moan his name? anton almost came in his pants bearing you moan his name.

his hard on was now becoming painful, so he let his hand rub himself over his sweats. anton’s other hand flew up to his mouth in an attempt to hide any groans that would fall from his lips.

anton needed you, now that he knew you needed him too, he was going to be relentless. teasing you as you cooked breakfast for the two of you, brushing against your backside, making sure to press his cock against your ass. he imagined how you would look under him, stuffed full, the same fucked out expression as you had right now present across your face.

rubbing himself over his sweats wasn’t enough, he carefully slipped past the waist band of both his sweats and his boxers, gripping his cock before slowly moving his hand up and down.

yes, this was dirty, anton didn’t care. seeing you like this was like him winning the lottery. he felt himself getting closer to his high, squeezing his cock harder imaging it was your pretty cunt wrapped around him. anton groaned as he came, his eyes went wide hoping you didn’t hear.

you did in fact hear, freezing in place before sitting up on your bed. you inspected the door and when you locked eyes with anton he moved to the side away from the door.

“anton?” you squeaked.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t have watched you- i’m so sorry” he mumbled.

“its.. okay.. do you think you could help me, anton?”

you sounded so desperate, how could he not? he pushed open the door, silently telling himself that you’ll never need a vibrator after he’s done with you <3

[linoomk]

1 _For 489 days now we have been witnessing a devastating war, an unjust war, we see death with our own eyes every day in different forms, we are being exterminated in many ways: hunger, cold, burning, killing, disease. When I hear the sound of bombs, I throw myself on my children to protect them with my body from anything that might happen. I have two infants and I am 26 years old. My children are supposed to be in amusement parks, but this war has forced them to live in fear, cold, hunger and killing. I have many responsibilities due to the lack of any of life's necessities, but I try to use my time to collect donations to feed my children and secure their minimum needs and life necessities that might be non-existent due to the siege. Everything is expensive.

2_ I started this campaign 10 months ago to try to save my children and my family. So far I have raised 48,918 out of 60,000. With this amount and your help I feed my children every day with every donation. We are still alive but my children desperately need you to continue to get food and essentials. The escalation is increasing and the situation is getting worse. I don't want to lose my children and have them become just a number. I suffered a lot to give birth to them. I gave birth to my little girl in these circumstances and it was one of the most difficult situations. Please help us.

Please donate

[enden-k]

If i was a cat, i too would hide in Vikas shirt. Perfect natural pillows bc HELLO DO WE SEE THIS MANS BUILD!!! My man is build like a mountain. I need to achieve this so bad. I love him so much. Im way to busy with Unuversity but i love your OCs so much and enjoy reading through the latest post like a morning paper. Your an amazing Artist with amazing OCs 🙏

--🐉

aksjcbkjacsbjk waah thank you sm!!!

vikas body is a cats paradise to nap on or knead akjlcbjk

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Okay uh, it turned into a fic??

I don't...have an excuse. My brain just. Uh. I'm sorry?

First kisses: Mortarion exclusive ~♡

Probably out of character so um. Apologies for that.

“Clumsy,” he mutters, but  you can hear the way his tone lifts with amusement. He shakes his head, some of his long hair slipping out from the bun he’s pinned it back in as he lifts you upright with ease, dusting off some of the flour from your arm. He gives you a quick once-over, you playfully wipe some of the flour off on his shirt. He scoffs and reaches over to take the screaming kettle off the stove, “it should be ready soon,” he says, right as the timer chimes insistently. Mortarion passes you the oven mits and you lean down, the familiar smell of chamomile wafting up with the steam as he slips the ceramic lid onto the teapot and you bring the small loaf out of the oven, setting it on the counter. “Normally it’s cooked in the coals of a fire,” he says, “you were saying that earlier. And once it’s cooled down a bit, you eat it with syrup, right?” you reply, watching as the taps the base of the loaf and nods. “Hollow,” you say to the noise, “that’s how you know it’s cooked,” he hums, looking pleased, scarred lips twisted into a little smile as you pour yourself some tea, “where did I put that bread knife?” he asks himself, turning around to survey the kitchen. He spots it by the sink and potters back over to the loaf, slicing off a piece and watching the puff of steam rise from within. He picks up the jug of syrup and pours it over the slice, offering it to you as a bit of the dark golden liquid drips over his hand. You take a bite. The syrup is thick and sweet and the bread is thick and warm, you can feel your cheek getting sticky and hear Mortarion scoff again affectionately as he cuts a thick slice for himself. Both are demolished in mere moments and you find yourself chuckling at him as he licks his hand like a cat. “Let me get that for you,” he says, glancing around before sinking to one knee, wincing as his rear thuds against the cabinet as he slouches down close enough to reach you. He grasps your chin gently and turns your face to the side, leaning in. He licks the sticky syrup off, tongue hot against your cheek. He licks across the corner of your lips and pauses. He pulls away a little, you look at him, breath caught in your throat. “May I kiss you?” He asks, voice quiet. You nod. His lips are soft but dry, and all you can smell is syrup and chamomile.

[livingdeadmlm]

Hello!! It’s been a while since I’ve sent anything in, but I’m back bc I’m doing a lot better mentally!

I was just wondering, do you still do Resident Evil requests? I wanted to send one in, but I’m not sure.

-🐉 anon

Omg welcome back!! I’m so glad you’re doing better! :3 and yes I am still taking requests for resident evil!! I always notice when people who interact with my blog kinda stop for a little and I always get a little worried but I don’t wanna be weird and like message them you know? 😭

[valtsv]

twelve pages and five point five thousand words later i have successfully completed [looks at writing plan] ONE out of five sections of this character study fic! for the love of god please help me

[spirit-lanterns]

Do you think catgirl Reader would have the courage to pounce on Jingliu? Tbh even as a cat i wouldn't dare bother her aha

🐉

If Reader were literally any other cat, no she wouldn’t pounce on Jingliu for respect of her boundaries.

…If she were an orange cat though, her brain would make her believe that Jingliu was the perfect perch to sit on, so she’d stalk Jingliu for a bit around the house, before suddenly leaping on top of her and clinging to her back. Jingliu would almost kill you due to her fight or flight reflex, but I think she’d just grumble in an irritated way as you adjust your footing on her shoulders and sit nonchalantly on her head.

“You’ll get used to it.” Is all Ruan Mei says as she passes by Jingliu like it was another Tuesday for her 😅