#CW Scars

[reeftide]

enchelycore

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤheather knew that she was playing with fire, but the scars on her skin hinted at the pyromaniac's masochistic ways. she was scared of him, of the alleged murderer with his hand around her throat; which only translated into warm, wet hole wrapping around nothing as he rubbed at her swollen clit, soaking the couch with a never ending shower of her arousal. she didn't quite know what angle she was taking, or why she'd so carelessly given up her disguise. the only thing that was protecting her. but she wanted him to fuck her, to defile her, because it was her that deserved it — not her character.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" it's not a threat... "

ㅤㅤher response was quiet in comparison to the loud yelp of a moan that left her at the intrusion of his crude fingers. ankles dug into the expensive fabric as her body writhed, pinned between him and the pillows with nowhere to go. heather's back arched as his thumb toyed with her bundle of nerves, emerald eyes rolling back as his fingers sunk deep — moans strained by his firm grip as she squirmed. head lifts and she choked for breath amongst her moans when his hand peels away, swallowing thickly as eager, hungry eyes stared down at the sight of his merciless finger as it repeatedly sunk into her cunt.

ㅤㅤcheeks were redder than her hair at oliver's initial question, nodding with a small grunt as his hand found its way to her throat once more. it felt as if it belonged there. it was hard to listen to him over the sound of her sopping wet walls as he fucked into them with no care, knots forming in her stomach and threatening to come undone as he demeaned her. doesn't bother to answer with words, not when the loud moans spoke for themselves as she felt herself ready to come undone so soon. he was right: she was too desperate to car. a neglected woman, kissed by nothing but blades for the past three years; and so she welcomed the aggression of the man of the house. she was already so close from his already messy thrusts, but then his digits are spreading her sensitive hole wide, and she couldn't help the initial choked yell. " fuck— fuckfuckfuck... " she could feel everything.

ㅤㅤscissored fingers have her seeing stars, and the applied pressure to the muscles in her throat had her feeling liquid. like she could just melt away underneath him, even whilst her walls struggled to make sense of his crude fingers; giving her no time to adjust, no time for her to wrap around him between jagged thrusts. it was his words that tipped her over the edge, undoing that first knot and creating even more of a mess; loud moans escaping as she started to feel like she was about to explode... when finally she did. a sweet, wet, messy eruption that sent her thighs trembling and her body twisting beneath his, pressing into the firm grip on her neck with a greedy moan. " d—don't stop... please. defile me. i deserve it. "

the mindless implication of a distant violence seems to enthrall heather — the walls of her body stubbornly slick, nearly undulating beneath crooked fingers, and oliver is told then, through explicit action and verbalized confessions, that there is more and more to her. not one revelation but two. and he is peeved by the latter, somewhat disappointed and tense by it — the belittling thought that he'd walked into an open trap, a cold one — except heather communicates it like a taunt. not a threat, but a point of flirtation, a hinge to swing upon, to pry and tease and encircle. so oliver takes the admissions as that; blue eyes glowering in effect. (he's yet to consider the reasons of her know-how — head too stuffed with lust and anticipation.) "whatever assumptions and stories you've been fed, you're foolish to swallow them. — certainly naive to threaten me with it." this, a jumping off point for oliver to finger her crudely, thumbprint slathering over the wet shine of her folds — cruder still when it extends to a swollen bud. he sinks in knuckle deep, and with this wrist held in place, (heather's clit rolled and prodded and teased against the pad of his thumb) oliver removes the palm around her throat and strips the last of his cotton boxers. he's curved and tall between her parted thighs, hungering eyes giving way to a hooded set, sharp teeth accompanied by a similar tone. "you're too desperate to care, aren't you?" and when his fingers return to the base of her throat, oliver is seething. "you don't know me heather. you came all this way to confront me? welcomed yourself in for the sake of what, innocent curiosity?" his eyes rake across her, cruel then when they soak up the scarring littering planes of exposed skin, and continues, "there's nothing innocent about you." ill on paper, but oliver's been ill for a long time. in fact, he's grown accustomed to the feeling, finds it almost homely when he lingers there, hovers half bitter, and fully aroused. the bite is part of it, wedged itself in between sultry addiction and the miraculous feeling of being seen. for all of his bark, heather spots him underneath the figurative covering of elegant robes and luxurious smiling — and stranger still, she's enticed by what she finds. it's inevitable then that he contradicts himself in action, and with a sharp exhale, stretches her with scissoring fingers — works heather into a climbing heat. he doesn't mind if she comes impulsively; in fact he invites her to, presuming that she's been held away from pleasure long enough that her refractory period is short and easily reset. oliver tests this either way, two digits pumping punishingly quick inside the squelch of her cunt, as the steady grip around her neck abandons tightening for the sake of massaging the muscles there. "shh — shh, you wanted this. you chased this down."

[yamujiburo]

Lightning scars!

To my knowledge these are usually pretty temporary. Though I imagine with how often Jessie and James get zapped, theirs are a bit more severe/long lasting. They cover them up with makeup in the places where the scars would show.

Ash's go away quick. They're usually on his hands because he has, willingly given Pikachu his hand to shock in order to help him think, get an idea or wake up (this is a thing he actually does in the show LOL)

[originalartblog]

Unforeseen learning opportunity!

(wikitionary to explain the scar)

(bonus)

[whump-in-the-closet]

royal whump scenario where a servant witnesses the heir to the throne makes a mistake in their training—they flinch away during sparring. They dare to raise a hand to protect their face.

The heir, without waiting for their trainer to speak, drops to their knees and pulls their shirt off over their head. Their bottom lip trembles. They don’t beg they don’t speak they merely bow their head with the full crushing knowledge that mistakes cannot be made. Their back is already scarred with winding lines that crisscross their skin. And their trainer lifts a short-handled whip, “I really thought you would have learned courage by now.”

The servant presses back into the corner, a hand clasped over their mouth, horror burning like a newborn flame. They make brief eye contact with the heir and see fear— raw and pleading. The heir‘s gaze darts away almost instantly, faster than a moth in flight, as the whip cracks down

[rainbowd00dles]

Fic art for Soft Mornings (Gray Skies) by @halfpintpeach

[mellosdrawings]

Content warning: scars

"Please show me the consequences of my own (in)actions."

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[wombrion]

homu and gretchen hanging out

[silver-peel]

🌿🌲

make something to celebrate spring and farewell to the lusty month of May :^)

[xitsensunmoon]

He still loves your stupid face

@kandidandi screaming at you

[unwri-ten]

Yeehaw pt 2

babbling under the cut!

ME TOO MAN ME TOO anyway I did it- Made it into an AU, uh, I blame the tags in the other post (/pos) and I don't wanna show my ideas yet 'cause I only have a few so TEEHEE :ROLLS AWAY:

[aislinceivun]

quality time with an old friend💙

[Based on this manga panel I ran into - apparently, from "The Witch and the Beast" (?)]

[damianito]

My take on the girls

( Dazai Goosamu & Grebahara Chuuya on the nintendos belongs to @originalartblog ) [COMMISSIONS OPEN!]

[preservedcucumbers]

As I replay the Jak and Daxter series, I'm struck by how profoundly Not Okay Jak is through the second game and how Daxter was probably the only thing holding him together most days.

[d00dles-after-dark]

did i hear that people wanted more kandreil? <- 🔞🔞🔞

no minors

probably don't open in public or at work

[gatoburr0]

Even though Acht, Captain and Octavio didn't survive in the AU, could we still see some designs of what they'd look like if they did please?

Yep! Also decided to put some refs for their animals csknfkso

Actually captain 3’s design was the last one I did and I ran out of energies so it looks too rough 😥

Bonus.