#Burning Desire

[lemonisum]

The Magnus Archives #67 - Burning Desire.

I've now finished season 2 which felt like it went by quite quickly. I am a few episodes into series 3 and it truly does just get better and better. All my favorite qualities of the podcast keep getting expanded on which is of course enjoyable. I re-listened to #67 and started to question my design of Agnes. I wanted her to have a dazed look since the whole episode goes on about how odd she is and not quite human even though she looks alluring. But then I realized she was described as tall which I totally missed the mark on, oh well.

[lolitanora]

[comiclysmic]

Happy Belated Valentines Day! Have a flaming skull. 🫴💀🔥

Been working my way through The Magnus Archives, and I've been having a ol' jolly time! I'm sure this scene's been done to death (hah) but it was too good not to draw. ❤️‍🔥

Image Description under the cut for redundancy sake:

Content Warning: This description contains violent imagery, including fire, bones, blood, and fear.

Illustration featuring Agnes and Jack from The Magnus Archive. Agnes is a young woman with pale skin and auburn hair. She's wearing a black middle-length trench coat over a white pin-stripe blouse, belted at the middle with a dark grey-black middle-length skirt. She's reaching a hand up to cup Jack's face, holding it to her own, kissing him on the lips.

Jack is wearing a pale coloured scarf and brown gloves, and an olive winter jacket over jeans. His features are barely visible as fire consumes his face, but the one eye shown is wide, a look of terror and pain in them. Blood trickles down onto Agnes' face and hand, though her skin remains unburnt. The fire glows through her hand, silhouetting the bones beneath.

The flames billow out of the holes in Jack's skull: his eyes, the nose, the teeth, the ear, and pour over his head backwards into the dark of the night, blending from white, gold and red to blood red, green and blue. Jack grips at Agnes' arm, frozen in his attempt to escape her grasp.

They stand stark against the black of night, city lights unfocused and faint in the distance. Sparks of red, violet and orange float in the foreground.

[jarvesque]

I haven't posted my art in quite a while (mostly because my art this year has been mostly related to my own ttrpg campaigns) but I was in the mood to draw and old favourite again.

Burning desire MAG#67 ❤️‍🔥

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

have to touch myself to pretend you're there.

[cherry-delrey]

[devilwearsdi0r]

Have to touch myself to pretend you’re there

[cherryopium]

Lolita

[wondering-whispers]

The feminine urge to just leave everything behind and travel the world forever. To see the different cultures. To know their history and literature. To wake up and see the sunrise from each location. To pet the stray animals. To have new experiences. To not fall prey to the monotony and boredom that life brings.

[cur1ousgirl]

[blackdollette]

Hey, "high with Clyde" anon here (and high again, funnily enough). Smut you say? I've had a thought circulating in my mind recently. Going shopping for new clothes with Jack Thurlow and trying stuff on for him to rate while he sits all pretty on that couch they have there (y'know, that one that they have specifically for guys doing the exact same thing?) while you model for him. And for whatever reason - maybe his responses have been rather lacklustre and you want his....ahem, "enthusiasm", or maybe just cuz you're devious like that - you decide you wanna rile him up a little bit. So! At the next store, you grab like, the sluttiest outfits available unbeknownst to him, and then model them all for him, feeling all smug that he's practically drooling at you

And when he finally reaches his breaking point, the next thing you know, you got your feet behind your ears and his hand over your mouth so you don't get caught. 🤤 Idk, do with that what you might. ^^

you've done it again, anon 🙌🏽

"i get dressed to ride for you, baby." | jack thurlow

burning desire. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35 @areuirish

female!reader x jack

word count: 1.8k

contents: public sex, unprotected p in v, missionary position, creampie

“you’ve got 5 minutes to try everything on, you hear me?” jack called out as he sat on the small leather couch outside of your dressing room, brows furrowed as he crossed his arms and slumped into the seat knowing full well you were going to take your precious time trying on every single outfit. so much for a "fun" shopping trip.

inside the small room, you had an assortment of clothes in front of you, ranging from long flowy gowns to dark blue baggy jeans and designer sweaters. a top-tier selection of clothes but none of which were to jack’s taste. but you decided to test your luck anyway.

minutes later, you stepped out and stood right in front of him, wearing your first dress. “how’s this one, jack?” his eyes were downcast, looking at something on his phone. you tapped him on the shoulder, only earning half of his attention. “hm? it looks nice, dolly.” you pouted, moving your hand to his chin to make him look at you. “but you didn’t even look at it.” he moved your hand away, looking you up and down with an unamused gaze. “i said it looks fine. now are you finally done so we can get out of here?” 

you rolled your eyes, walking back into the dressing room and slipping off the dress. you picked up a skintight black dress that was so long it dragged on the floor. surely this one would grab his attention, you thought to yourself as you paired it with a white, button-up sweater. you put on a pair of light-brown heels that were hidden by the fabric, stepping out once again and patting his cheek. 

“what about this? is this one better?” you gave him a little spin, giving him a full 360 degrees of your body in the tight dress. he gave a little smirk in response. “yeah if you wanna look like a nun, i guess. is this the last outfit? i don’t think i can listen to the music in here any longer.” you huffed, discouraged at how nonchalant he was. “yes, im done.” you muttered, walking back into the dressing room to get back into your normal clothes.

you walked out of the dressing room empty-handed, leaving everything behind since none seemed to give you the reaction you expected from him. he took your hand, dragging you out of the store and back into the main mall. “good riddance,” he muttered under his breath. “can we go home now, angel?” your eyes scanned the assortment of stores surrounding you until they landed on one that would surely sell clothes that would blow his socks off.

you shook your head. “not yet, i just wanna go to one more store. please, just one more place?” you begged, staring up at him as he groaned. “only one more. you head on inside, i’m going to grab a coffee. i’ll meet you in the dressing room.” with that, he released your hand and let you go your own way. 

you dashed into the store, immediately pleased by the outfits in the display window. you wasted no time picking up everything you saw, picturing the look on his face when he’d see the clothes on you. you walked into the dressing room, starting to change into one of the outfits as you heard his voice.

“you in here, doll?” he said as he sipped on his hot drink, waiting for a response. “i’m here, jack. just gimme a sec, okay?” he nodded, immediately realizing that you couldn’t see his answer. he sat down on the seat in front of your dressing room, sighing as he scrolled on his phone. “this damn girl…” he whispered to himself. then he was interrupted by the noise of you walking out, standing right in front of him.

you didn’t have to tap him to get his attention this time. his eyes were caught by the shiny black thigh-high leather boots you had on. then his eyes traveled up, first landing on your dangerously short pleated skirt and low-cut tube top that showed just enough cleavage to make his breath hitch (this is the outfit). you placed your hand on your hips, looking down at him as he swallowed hard, immediately putting his phone down and gripping the seat.

“now i’ve got your attention.” you remarked smugly. “you like this one, jack?” you took the words out of his mouth, his cheeks covered in a bright pink stain as his mouth gaped open. he cleared his throat, nodding nervously as a stupid little smile tugged at his lips. “y-yeah, this one’s nice, baby. give me a little spin, will ya?” your face lit up and you twirled, making the skirt lift up just a little as your heels clicked on the ground.

jack squirmed, shifting his position so he was sitting with his legs crossed, suppressing a painfully obvious boner. you grinned triumphantly, happy that you could break his cold, hard exterior. you walked back into the room, making that sad that you were going away but excited to see that next set of clothes you’d have on.

minutes passed and jack found himself impatiently tapping his foot as his mind ran wild with thoughts of you wearing such intimate clothes just for him. his hard cock was straining against the rough denim of his jeans, making him groan quietly as he placed a hand on top of his bulge to calm the throbbing sensation.

his foot began to bounce on the ground with anticipation, and soon enough he couldn’t take it anymore. he sprung up from his seat, pushing the curtain of your dressing room to the side and popping his head in. “are you done in here?” you jumped slightly, startled. but jack’s eyes became as wide as saucers as drool began to drip down his lips. 

you stood in front of the mirror, wearing a small tennis skirt with a plaid pattern on it, paired with a white silky shirt that was more revealing than your bra. and your cute little feet in those white knee-high socks didn’t help the matter either (the outfit). “jack! i’m not done in here yet!” 

he walked into the room, approaching you with a lust-filled haze as you backed into the wall behind you. he closed the curtain of the room, pinning you to the wall and pressing his body into yours, his boner pressing into your stomach. you gasped, the heat of blood starting to pool in your core as he grabbed your face and pulled you into a very sloppy kiss.

“goddamnit, woman… you just know exactly how to drive me crazy, don’t you?” he grabbed your ass, lifting you off the ground and making you wrap your legs around his waist, your clothed, throbbing clit now in contact with his pulsating bulge. you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you again, this time using his tongue to tease yours with his gentle flicks.

your hips began to grind on his, desperate for even the smallest amount of pleasure to still your nerves. jack groaned deeply, whipping out his cock and pumping it quickly. you glanced down, seeing that his girth had nearly doubled in size because of how swollen it had gotten. he rubbed his leaky tip on your silky panties, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric.

you let out a shaky moan, grabbing onto his muscled biceps as he set you down on the wooden bench that was meant for clothing. he pushed everything else off, leaving room for only you as he pushed your legs behind your head, the wet spot on your panties much more conspicuous in this position.

jack bit his lip as he grinned from ear to ear. “that’s my little model…” he trailed a teasing finger down your cleavage until he got all the way down to your dripping wet cunt. he replaced his finger with his cock, getting off from the feeling of your wet folds hungrily attempting to swallow him.

“guess we should get these out of the way, huh?” he slipped his cock underneath the thin string that covered your pussy, breaking it away with a light tug. your breath became shaky as the cold air hit your grooling cunt. jack spat on his thumb, rubbing messy circles onto your clit as he lined himself up with your hole.

the tip slipped in effortlessly, along with the first few inches. you moaned quietly, making jack clamp his hand over your mouth. “it would be a shame if we got caught in here, wouldn’t it?” with a low groan, he pushed in the remaining inches of his rod, making your eyes well. with his jeans down to his ankles, his hips began slapping into yours.

your eyes rolled to your back on your head as the perfect curve of his dick made him reach nothing but your cervix. you felt your drool bubbling all over his hand as deep, heavy breaths escaped from his parted lips. his large cock abused and stretched out your tiny hole, much to his pleasure.

his fingernails dug into the back of your thighs as his balls slapped your asshole with every deep thrust. your hands found his wrist and forearm, gripping the skin tightly as a white-hot knot began to tie in your stomach. jack’s orderly thrusts quickly lost their composure as your muffled moans made his core boil.

strings on precum connected him to you each time he pulled out. he flipped his hair out of his face, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed back curses that threatened to break free. “s-shit… that’s it, baby… takin’ my cock so well…” 

your back arched as you ground your hips against his, desperately chasing the orgasm that was just in your reach. your gushy folds hungrily ate up his cock, making him toss his head back. “use my dick, angel…just like that.” you brought your fingers to your clit, sobbing into his hand as you felt yourself cumming all over him. he grabbed your hips, fucking you at lightning speed as his balls sagged with cum. in a matter of seconds, he was filling up your tight, swollen pussy with loads upon loads of his hot seed.

he pulled out of you, watching as his cum cascaded out of your hole like a milky waterfall. you panted breathlessly, slowly regaining your composure as jack tucked his cock back into his pants before getting you all cleaned up as well.

you put on your clothes, looking at the mess you two had just made in a public residence. but before you knew it, jack was out of the dressing room, carrying all of the clothes you tried on. you walked behind him quickly. “where are you going?” jack smiled back at you. “to the cashier. i look forward to my little model putting on a show for me every night.” he dumped the pile of clothes onto the counter, the cum-stained skirt above everything else like a cherry on top.

author's note: thank you "high" anon for the request! istg I rlly didn't mean for it to get so long

[thecorruption-thespiralsversion]

So whenever I listen to Too Sweet by Hozier I can't help but Imagine Jack Barnabas singing it about his desire for Agnus.

Like, that's a song not of a moth drawn to the flame, but one that's begging for it.

Jack showed a woman groomed to be a catalyst of pain and destruction a small amount of joy. And for that, he is a hero in my eye.

[mywitchydarkness]

"𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕"

𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕖,

𝔸 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖.

ℕ𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟, 𝕟𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖, 𝕟𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖,

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙, 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖,

𝔸 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖.

ℕ𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖,

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕤, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕖.

☽◯☾

Photo: Pinterest

[bringbavk2014]

I will always Love my mystery man.

[subhollic]

im sorry guys the brainrot is real

[l0tt1ee]

Lana’s best released song