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[yourpersonaljaskier]

@liloinkoink Once again. Something happened (Titled Trespassers)

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Maybe Martyn should have listened to Ren when he said they should have turned around. Something sinister crawled under his skin, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as something swept over him.

Ren gripped his hand, squeezing it tightly in his. "We should leave," he mumbled low, his ears pressed tightly against his head. His tail wasn't moving, still as if he was keeping it still. His teeth nipped past his lips, canines dipping beyond his bottom lip, as if growling at something Martyn couldn't hear.

"I'm sure it's fine, milord," he reassured his God, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of Ren's hand, giving his God a gentle smile, trying to calm his heightened senses. "We just need to hop by a blacksmith to repair my sword, and then we can find an inn and sleep, okay?" The words felt empty as paranoia prickled the back of his head and he looked behind his shoulder.

Ren let out a low growl from the back of his throat, shifting to press against Martyn. His jaw was clenched, and with the unnatural still that the environment took up, the quiet that left them with only their breathings and movements, Martyn can't say he disagreed.

"Well, hello there!" An unnaturally high voice greeted, stepping out from seemingly nowhere. Their smile was unnaturally stretched, sharp white teeth glistening in the late evening sun. "Are you two lost?" They asked, hands held behind their back. Their eyes were seemingly pitch black, their irises nearly invisible in the black pools of where their eye whites should be.

Martyn shifted, pushing Ren behind him as his God stiffened. His eyes strained onto the staff that was strapped across their back, seemingly hanging on with magic. A spellcaster. No reason to get nervous, anything they did to Martyn would be null. That's okay. Their red hair cascaded down their back, nearly a blood shade with the evening sun streaming across their locks.

"No," Martyn cautiously replied, his eyes flickering around. His heart thudded in his chest, his throat closing with panic he wasn't sure why he was feeling. He took a step back, gently pushing Ren away from the stranger. "We're just passing through. Do you live here?"

Their smile stretched thin, their head tilting. Martyn's eyes glossed over their body, looking for a visible threat. They wore an adventurer's tunic, albeit fitted to be more form fitting, hugging their skin with an uncomfortable tightness. One of their shoulders was covered by a loose cape, a baby blue telling Martyn more than enough about the type of money this stranger can spend on garments.

"I don't think you belong here," they stated simply, eyes darkening as they took a step forwards. Ren's hand climbed to Martyn's arm, digging his fingers in with a tenseness that Martyn recognised with a flavour of danger. "You know, my folks," the stranger said, motioning to figures Martyn hadn't noticed before.

They peeked out from the corners of houses, shadows that stretched beyond what should be possible. Oddly angled shapes distorted in Martyn's view and nausea brimmed at his throat. What kind of town was this? His eyes snapped back to the stranger, whose necklace glistened in the dipping sun, tinkling against something metallic in the unnatural quiet.

"They're working people," they spread their hands, taking a step forwards. Shadows spread across the group, shifting into existence as if forming from thin are. "And you aren't." The threat was underlying as they took a step forwards. Ren growled into Martyn's ear. A quiet, low and threatening thing.

Claws dug into Martyn's arm. He was worried Ren was going to break skin at this rate. Still, he gently pushed his God back, step by step, intune with the tenseness of his body, the taut muscles pressed so closely to his back. "Now, boys," they said, their feet dipping into the shadows, their body following before they stepped up in front of Martyn, their noses nearly brushing.

Ren growled, arms immediately pulling Martyn flat against Ren's chest. Anger radiated off of his God, Martyn's shallow breaths brushing the hair of the stranger gently, puffing their fringes and baby hairs. They still took steps back, with the red haired spellcaster following them. "Will you be leaving soon?" They asked, and their voice pitched. Something sounded so familiar about it.

"Or will you be leaving, like you did last time?" It pitched, adjusting, and Martyn felt his blood run cold as their hand brushed his cheek, sharp nails cutting skin immediately. "Why did you leave me, Martyn?" The stranger asked in Grian's voice, only to cackle a laugh that sounded achingly similar to Jimmy's and BigB's. An agitated growl filled the empty air as Ren moved away and pulled, only to find that Martyn was stuck to the floor.

Hands reached out from the shadows, pulling him down. Fingers dug into his legs, and even as he tried to move, he couldn't. "Let me go!" He demanded, holding onto Ren as his God pulled and pulled, his arm sockets hurting. "Let me go!!"

The stranger just laughed, and laughed. Their voice kept pitching as they reached out, placing a hand on Martyn's cheek. It burned. He whimpered, trying to move away, his lungs filling with fire filled air. Damp and uncomfortable. His thoughts scrambled as Ren yelled something, a buzz filling his thoughts and ears.

Chaos reigned inside his mind for a moment, spots swimming in his vision as he grappled with something invisible, trying to find leverage in the familiar place of his mind. His feet slipped and he felt water sputter from his lungs. Was he drowning? It tasted coppery.

Was he dying? Was he bleeding? What was happened? Where was he?

Visions of past times swam before his eyes. Hands brushed against his skin, his clothes, his hair. Someone was covering his mouth, another was pulling at his arm, there was someone speaking. His legs buckled and he felt his legs hit the cobbled ground. His mind cleared and he inhaled a sharp breath, Ren pulling him up almost instantly.

"Everybody gather round!" The stranger was yelling. Their touch had burned. The sun was down. How long has it been? "Everybody come and see! What happens to people with no respect for property!" The words swam away with a laugh, and Martyn was everywhere. He felt weak, felt his heart thud with panic as he tripped again. This time, leaves and greenery met him, a wild shout from the cobble and suffocating heat of the town they just left.

Instantly, Ren was in his arms. There were tears in his eyes and he felt himself choke on a sob as he held onto his God, shaking like a leaf. Ren was crying himself, covered in bruises and cuts, his clothes mildly tattered. It seemed that Martyn was in a similar position, given by the ache in his skin, his bones.

"What happened?" He croaked as Ren rocked them softly. He was warm. So warm. "What happened, milord? I only remember that," he faltered, his eyes falling shut for a moment. The touch on his cheek still ached. "That person touching me," he finished with a mumble as he melted into his God, exhuastion settling deep within his core.

"That was chaos," Ren muttered, tucking his head into Martyn's neck, small kisses being pressed to the skin there. They came away wet with tears. "They weren't a spellcaster, they were a God," his voice broke with a choked back sob, breaths stuttering before evening out. "It wasn't magic, it was a disease. It could have killed you," he whispered the last part out, and now the clench of Ren's hands on his clothes made sense.

Martyn soothed him with a hum, hands coming up to smooth his hair down, gently rub between his ears. "Not going anywhere, dude," he muttered as sleep nipped at him again. He felt so safe in Ren's arms. "I promise. I'm not that easy to get rid of," he said with a half broken laugh, only to quieten down.

Ren was crying. His God was distressed. Yet all Martyn could think about is the sleep nestled behind his eyes, the ache in his bones. He wanted sleep. He took a deep breath and nuzzled into his God, arms going limp as he drifted off, kisses still being pressed to his skin.

[procrastinationstationn]

what if iiii 👉🏻👈🏻 gently held ur head in place and licked ur neck aaall the way from ur clavicle to the top of ur throat? and then also i bit u? what then???

[akascow]

hey uh not for nothing but uhhHHHH

blue... and red ? alrighty

[cheekylittlepupp]

So I got this little gift of my oc and Astarion together by @egooppidum and she allowed me to post it.. and all I can say is… ITS SO DAMN PRECIOUS 😭🤍

[uhohdad]

(18+)

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loser!könig finally breaks, he can’t handle it anymore. He needs you, he needs touch, he needs someone to help him relieve the ache in his frustrated, swollen cock.

loser!könig is on his knees, clinging to your leg with his cheek smushed to your thigh, mumbling unintelligible pleas into your skin.

loser!könig lets out a sob when your delicate hand slides into his hair, trailing your fingers over his scalp. Using that gentle, sweet voice to ask him what’s going on, what’s wrong, what happened.

loser!könig who looks up at you with glassy eyes and a trembling bottom lip, his desperate hold on you tightening when he catches your turned brows and features stitched in worry.

loser!könig whines and mutters nonsense as he presses his face back into your warm, cozy thigh, planting sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin. The stubble on his jaw sands against you while he paints you in his slobber and broken pleads.

loser!könig can’t control himself anymore, he needs release, grinding his painful erection against your shoe, his strong arms holding you steady even though you’re frozen in place. Your fingers are still laced with locks of his hair, but your soft scratches have ceased while he ruts his hips into you.

loser!könig lasts only seconds, needy whimpers and pathetic moans silenced when his muscles twitch around you, staining the inside of his underwear with his generous, pent-up finish.

loser!könig and you are both still and silent, the only sound that cuts through the heavy air is his exhausted, heaved breaths.

loser!könig lets out a sniveling whine, his eyes pinching shut, hiding his burning face in your thigh when you resume your gentle, soothing scratches through his hair.

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loser!könig <3

[mikonez]

going places, doing things, pining on the passenger seat

[keep-dreaming-killjoys]

I just want to have this on my blog <33

[raisedbythetv89]

We talk about what a cringe-fail lovesick loser spike is all the time (as we should) but buffy literally pulls this same face to cuddle (zero euphemisms) with spike on a twin sized cot in a basement……………GIRL’S GOT IT BAD

[h-doodles]

"Your girlfriend is evil!" "Your girlfriend is cruel and horrifying!" Well, she's a joy to me. Maybe it's a you problem.

[scythlyven-art]

Those are my goddamn PARENTS

[saintobio]

BIKER SYLUS !! i repeat BIKER SYLUS !!

[procrastinationstationn]

gf who sends u pics of her boobs when ur sad

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Something tells me AK!Jason could be pretty much into cuddlefuck

⚠️ cw: softcore smut (⚤)

As long as the sex doesn't trigger his migraines, then absolutely.

He loves the intoxicating smell of you after you're spent: your sweat, your perfume, your pussy.

Loves the sticky warmth of your skin pressed against his as your bodies remain entwined after making love.

Loves the steady beat of your heart against his scarred chest—a coveted reassurance in his world of uncertainty.

Loves the softness of your breast gloved in his disfigured hand. A poignant contradiction you've taught him to ignore.

Loves the hardness of your nipple pressing into his drill-punctured palm, as if seeking the protection his calloused, violence-shaped hand can provide.

Loves how your legs remain locked around the curve of his back, as if you'll never let him go.

Loves how you still hold him deep inside you, even after you reached that apex together and your conjoined euphoria has ebbed away.

Loves how you occasionally press your heels down into his skin, encouraging languid, additional thrusts.

Loves how the wetness of your walls—coated in the cocktail of his seed and your still-flowing juices—engulf his now flaccid cock like a velvet glove.

Loves how you smile up at him, cheeks still flushed with pleasure, eyes still shining with want. His breath catches for a heartbeat as it hits him once again: she wants me, and that overwhelming rush of devotion to you surges up inside him, overtaking him like a tsunami, smothering all of his feelings of inadequacy, leaving him scraped clean. Becoming something new in your gaze.

Loves when you praise him for making you feel amazing once again, loves how your words tickle his belly as prideful butterflies take flight.

Loves to run his nose along the line of your jaw up to your ear, loves to bury his nose behind it and drink in your sweet scent. Loves to retrace his path with his tongue back down to your neck, tasting you until he finds your collarbone, then loves to dip his tongue in the hollow of your throat.

Loves to thread his fingers through your sweat-damp hair, to push stray locks behind your ear before pressing his lips to yours.

Loves when you wrap him up in your arms and hug him tight to your chest until you both drift off to sleep.

Loves that when your bodies are entangled, his nightmares can't seem to find him.

[softgothbabe]

[gunsatthaphan]

🍑✨🧡

[westywallowing]

something something cute boyfriends something something bnha brain worms