#Baraba

[cringeismybride]

My mage oc's all in one drawing because i'm procrastinating figuring out my warrior's armour. Cloth so easy to draw like swish swoosh.

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SANDRA RESIC - BARABA

[megastricivan]

Komarac

Kad sunce zađe i mrak me pronađe, ne zvoni, ne trubi, smetaš i onoj maloj bubi. Komarci su borci jer prave zujanje, a komarice šampioni, jer glazbom pipkaju jesu li pravi oni. Komarac mi stade vrlo blizu, ukočih se praveć se odsutan, čekao sam i čekao da učini nešto, kao da je znao da imam krizu. Ma o kome mi ona govori samo zuji, zar o ženi jednoj što korača u suzama, malo si komarice pure…

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I had to combine wormget's iconic post with marsskop's gorgeous art. I had to. It just worked too well.

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Source lemoots

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Marine Meat Monday: Barabas Dantioch

I haven't drawn any MMM for a while. But someone got me off my butt with a really great IW-pic, and so I drew the complimentary loyalist-IW-pic! 😊

[scriberye]

Hi Rye, are you still writing for the prompt list? If so, could you do [INJURY] with the receiver as Barabas Dantioch? He can be the receiver of kisses as well since well he can’t do much kissing with that iron mask of his.

(loud, heavy breathing) I got carried away. Thank you.

Dantioch sits still as you work, a massive and unmoving figure against the dim, flickering lights. Your hands tremble as you disinfect and patch him up, from the wound at his side to the bruising on his hands.

You’re such a frail, shaky little thing compared to him. Your clothes are threadbare and a size too big, making you seem even smaller. And Dantioch’s afraid to move, lest he scare you.

Despite the fear oozing off you, your hands are skilled, honed from years of treating and tending wounds. He wonders how many other brothers you’ve tended to during your life, and how many you failed to save.

You finish securing the final bandage, cradling Dantioch’s large hand in your own smaller ones. For a moment, you just stare at the bandage you so carefully wrapped — and something stirs within you. Some old, forgotten instinct rises to the surface, and you lift his hand up to your lips and press a kiss to his wrapped knuckles.

The gesture is so unexpected and tender that it catches even Dantioch by surprise.

Once realization hits you, you shrink back from him, eyes wide with fear, embarrassment burning hot on your cheeks. “F-Forgive me, my lord!” you stammer, bowing your head low, “I don’t.. I didn’t— !”

Such a transgression could only be met with anger and wrath. You’ve severely overstepped your station, but there is only silence.

Dantioch raises his hand, the same one you kissed just moments before. You flinch as he reaches for you, but he’s gentle as he tips your chin up. Your breath hitches as you search for his eyes beneath the mask.

“Thank you,” he says, his thumb brushing over the swell of your cheek before he cups your face in his broad hand. Dantioch’s touch is so gentle for his size, as if he’s handling something fragile, like you might break at the slightest touch.

“You’re welcome, my lord,” you reply. A blush rises to your cheeks, and you take his hand again, turning your head to place another kiss on the palm of his hand. And for a moment, Dantioch could imagine what it felt like to be human, and not a tool for a seemingly endless war.

🔞 BONUS ROUND. 1k words of smut under the cut, enjoy the Dantioch x F!Reader x Polux sandwich.

Polux tightens his fists at his sides, watching the scene unfold before him. You, Polux’s own personal serf, is spread open wide over his best friend’s lap, fully on display. Though Dantioch is still mostly armored, he’s removed his gauntlets. A thick, calloused finger circles your clit in slow, measured strokes, and you whimper pitifully at the rough sensation against your sensitive flesh.

“Make sure to watch closely, brother,” Dantioch says, his finger dipping lower. You gasp sharply as his finger finds your entrance, pressing inside with a single, firm stroke.

Polux swallows hard, his gaze flickering back and forth between Dantioch’s finger and your flushed face. It’s just one finger, and already his brother has you grabbing onto his wrist and arching your back, begging him for more.

Dantioch moves his finger in and out of you slowly, curling and stroking, finding all the right points to make you shudder and moan his name. You rock desperately against his finger — you’re so close. Then he pulls his finger out with a wet squelch and you whine at the loss.

“Come here, Alexis,” Dantioch says, his fingers parting your folds, revealing the delicate pink of your cunt to Polux’s hungry gaze. “Don’t keep her waiting, lick.”

Polux doesn’t hesitate, crashing to his knees between Dantioch’s legs. His mouth waters at the sight of you — slick with arousal coating your thighs and Dantioch’s fingers. He leans forward, his tongue darting out to circle your clit, teasingly before giving it suck.

“You taste so sweet, little one,” Polux sighs, voice muffled by your flesh.

“More,” you whine, trying to buck your hips and draw Polux closer. “Please, please more.”

Dantioch presses a hand against the back of Polux’s head, urging him deeper into your cunt. Polux groans, working his tongue deeper into your tight heat, filling the room with the sounds of your growing moans, and the wet sounds of his tongue.

Your breath comes out in jagged gasps, chest heaving wildly as your pleasure builds. You toss your head back against Dantioch’s chest, crying out as it finally crests, your body shaking and toes curling as you soak Polux’s tongue in your cum.

“Good work,” Dantioch says, giving your thighs a light squeeze. Polux rises to his feet, his hand lazily working over his rigid length.

Your heart skips a beat as Dantioch lifts you up, the tip of his cock throbbing against your cunt. He eases you down onto him, the sheer girth of him stretching you to your limits and you struggle to accommodate him. You whine, feeling every vein and ridge of his flesh as he spears you open, leaving no space unfilled inside you.

Polux leans over and kisses you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue as he deepens the kiss. Dantioch’s grip on your highs tighten once you’ve taken as much of him as you can feasibly can. He starts to move you up and down on his cock, gradually becoming more rough with each plunge.

Polux pulls away from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. “Does it feel good, little one?” he asks, stroking your hair back from your sweaty face.

“Uh huh,” you nod dumbly, lost in a sea of sensations and pleasures. “Want you too, sir,” you moan, voice and body bouncing on Dantioch’s lap.

Polux is just the right height for you to reach out and wrap your fingers around his cock, feeling it throb and twitch in your hand. You lean forward and fit as much of him in your mouth as you can. The taste of his pre-cum on your tongue is intoxicating, and you eagerly suck on him, pulling a moan from Polux.

Dantioch’s breathing becomes more ragged and desperate, muffled by the sound of his mask, as he works you up and down on his cock. Each thrust reaching deeper and deeper. With one last powerful surge, he lets out a strangled groan as he releases himself deep inside you.

Reluctantly, you let Polux’s cock slip from your mouth, moaning at the sensation of Dantioch flooding your cunt. He slowly rocks up into you, thick white streaks coating his cock.

Polux quickly takes over, easing you up and off Dantioch’s lap. You shudder as thick globs of cum leak out of your stretched out cunt. Polux guides you onto the bed and onto your hands and knees.

You shiver, feeling Polux position himself behind you, his heavy cock resting against the curve of your ass. And you’re more than happy to arch your back, presenting more of yourself to him.

“Please, my lord,” you beg. “Need you inside me.”

“Patience,” Polux says, running his hands over your curves for a moment before reaching down to line up with your well-used cunt, the cockhead nudging your folds apart as he sinks into you. You cry out, burying your face against the bed as you feel yourself strain and stretch again to take his massive size.

Polux sighs, he bottoms out so quickly, and he goes still, giving you a moment to adjust. He leans over you, bracing himself on his hands above you before he pulling out and slamming back into you. His hips piston, driving his cock into you over and over.

You scream into the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as he pounds you into another orgasm. Polux reaches between your legs, his own calloused finger rubbing your clit in tight circles. It’s enough to push you over the edge, and your body shakes as you cum again.

Polux follows shortly after. The straining flutter of your cunt around his cock triggers his own orgasm. He lets out a long, guttural groan as his cock pulses and floods your cunt with even more cum.

Weak and unable to hold yourself up any longer, you sink down into the bed and sliding off Polux’s cock. The mix of his and Dantioch’s cum oozes out of your cunt, pooling between your legs and soiling the bed.

Exhaustion finally takes its toll and, as sleep begins to claim you, you can hear Polux and Dantioch talk.

“Is she.. Okay?”

“Yes.. drink.. bath..”

“.. .. join us.”

[marsskop]

Polux decides to stay with Dantioch on Pharos, a moment from The Unremembred Empire 🤝

[picatea]

Bo's a good boss, really.

[mx-anthropy]

This was the image I meant to post. I love him

[ladymirdan]

Alexis Polux: “Eww an Iron Warrior. Leave me alone you filthy degenerate. Im not done killing Iron Warriors.”

*Dantioch blushes an kicks his feet*

Dantioch:“Aww the new guy I work with is so sweet and cute, and he is really putting in the effort to make me feel just like home.”

[cringeismybride]

Baraba and Marilla in redguard clothing because i love my hot mage women

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adambarabas Out here singing on lakes

posted september 10, 2024

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Romobil

Kada voziš automobil i putnike, jer smo se ovaj put najeli bunike. nemoj se bojati neka se drugi boje pozdravite putnici svi svoje, … I kad dobiješ po glavi što si lanuo ovo ili ono, nema ništa boljeg da čuješ od istine slovo, Vozi polako nesanica te tare, ove pare iz duhana plućno kilo mi satare. … Pa ni djevojku nemam i ne znam kako, možda magijom ili pak letvom, Doći će mala jednom do mene, a…

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Photographer Adam Barabas shot L.S. Dunes at their recent gig in Philadelphia opening for Rise Against.

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Barabas Dantioch, way to wedding photo

(I must finish the other half's painting to make the this complete, and don't be lazy any more..)