#I NEEEEEEED.

[oxkikixo]

“yes daddy punish me—,” PEACH LITERALLY GET OUT BAHAHAHHA

honestly got whiplash WHY AM I SUCH A WHORE FOR DEMON SLAYER MEN!!!??!!!?! (lord have mercy on me pls i’m so going to hell)

THE SWEET FAR THING (TEASER)

Knight!Kyojuro x F!Royal!Reader

Kyojuro my beloved, it is your time to shine again.

Have a sneak peek from my Royal AU featuring one of mt favorite tropes — sworn protector/guard x royal.

Obviously this will be super NSFW, who do y’all think I am.

CW: suggestive/horny content ahead.

Scene context: angy Knight Rengoku slips into your chambers late at night following a failed coup attempt.

He’s angry and you know why — you’d directly disobeyed his orders and launched yourself headfirst into the chaos which erupted in the Great Hall.

His presence in your rooms is daunting; a dark anger ripples off him like waves of heat roll off stone in the summer, and yet he says not a word as he slowly stalks toward where you stand near the edge of your bed.

A predator stalking his prey.

Only when the tips of his boots meet the toes of your slippers, only when you feel the blustering heat rolling off his body and enveloping you within its suffocating warmth, does Sir Rengoku open his mouth.

“Where.” It is all he says, his voice low and rich. His eyes are twin pools of molten ore, but even now, you can see the rage simmering within their ochre depths.

“Where.” He repeats, though his tone is harsher.

“‘Where what, Sir Rengoku?” Your voice is as soft as the shadows cast around the walls of your chambers by the flames crackling merrily in your hearth.

A muscle feathers in his jaw. “Your wounds,” his face twists as though the very thought of any harm befalling you is offensive. “Where are they.”

It is not a question, but a demand; one that you know spells trouble if you should answer truthfully.

Trouble that piques your interest nonetheless; one that stokes a curiosity within you that you know is dangerous.

You pursue it anyways. “I am unharmed.”

The knight’s mouth curls into a snarl at the obviousness of your lie. “That is not what the healer claimed.”

“What good is the word of a healer against the crown?” Defiance rears its head within you, eager to both rise to his challenge and to see exactly how far you can push him. “Is my word not law?”

Rengoku scoffs as he steps closer, his leg slotting between your thighs and forcing you to lean back into tour bed frame for support. “It may be so,” he admits, though the fury in his eyes make no such concessions. “But empires built on baseless laws are inevitably doomed to fall.”

“Meaning?”

The Knight’s eyes flash. “Your words are horseshit and you know it.”

He’s right and but you’ll be damned before you admit it.

“You overstep,” the bite of your glare is belied by the way you’re forced to shift your weight awkwardly from foot to foot, as you try your best not to think about the burning press of his thigh between yours. “Now kindly remove yourself from my chambers.”

Rengoku makes no effort to move and his obstinacy thrills you.

Instead, his hands rise to the front tie of your dressing gown and begin tugging, slowly undoing the haphazard knot you’d fastened in your haste to make yourself decent.

Your fleeting moment of triumph is chased away by the breath which lodges in your throat.

“What are you doing?”

Your knight — your fiery, loyal, compassionate yet utterly insufferable knight — slides a single hand between the parted folds of your robe, coming to rest on the dip of your waist covered only by the thing fabric of your nightgown.

The weight of his palm feels like a brand against your skin. “Since you refuse to be forthright about the extent of your injuries,” Rengoku says, pushing the robe away from your shoulders. “I shall have to take inventory of them myself.”

Your dressing gown drops to the bed behind you before sliding to the floor to puddle around your feet. Wordlessly, Rengoku steps away just enough to kneel before you, though his eyes remain locked with yours.

You are wading into treacherous waters, and you know you are without any raft or life preserver which could keep you afloat.

“I shall scream,” you warn, though you do not mean it; not really. You intend only to give him an out, a means to come back to his senses before the blazing heat of his stare consumes you both. “I shall alert the rest of the palace guard.”

His fingers skim up the length of your shin, a phantom caress that is a mockery of how you truly wish for him to touch you.

“My duty is to guard the Crown and ensure no harm befalls it, your Majesty,” Rengoku’s breath follows the path carved by his hands up your legs. He pauses at the knee-length hemline of your nightgown, his chin resting against the slight bend in your leg.

It nearly frightens you how much you adore seeing him on his knees, peering up at you like you are the embodiment of salvation itself.

“So by all means, call forth the Guard,” the Knight’s fingers slowly push below the hem of your nightdress, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Call forth every living creature within the palace, for all I care. They will see only the Princess’s Knight, carrying out his sworn duties and managing her every need.”

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as Rengoku’s fingers tease higher and higher up your thigh. “And what are my needs, Sir Rengoku?”

Your flame-haired protector only hums. “To have your wounds tended to, for starters,” and it takes everything in you not to let your head fall back with a cry as Rengoku presses a single, chaste kiss just above your knee.

But the sweetness of the gesture is undercut by the darkness of his gaze. “And to be punished for directly defying the orders of your Guard.”

yes daddy punish me —

[exclaims]

why is the nearest hmart sooooo far

[oniii-fans]

Serious

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

Prayer circle manifesting tonight be the night I see Kathryn Hahn kiss a girl again please she’s like so good at it 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

[deermook]

I am stuck, in a dream I am stuck, in a dream

[banchiedoingart]

there is no courage in flirting with fear

to prove you're alive

Reblog > likes!!!

[mochiwei]

I love Korilakkuma’s strawberry backpack from Rilakkuma Theme Park Adventure! It has such grandma candy vibes 🍓

[froody]

big day for femcels and their allies, of which I am one

[mortalheartache]

oh my god please i need him

[chai-berries]

sorry but i think only abby’s girlfriend can reblog this post :/

[kon1fer]

My art! Goofy ahh pose Ik 😔 i love egie with my entire heart your honour

[danibee33]

No one:

Me: ok, but hear me out- knight!ghost and his queen

[alysrivers-xo]

AEMOND TARGARYEN YOU WILL NEVER BE READY FOR THIS WOMAN

[themeraldee]

Homelander with an SO who makes things like clothes, blankets, etc and homelander comes home to the penthouse and there's the softest blanket he's ever felt, like specifically ordered fluffy fabric that wouldn't bother him and on the corner is his hero name embroidered in soft thread.

Maybe he was complaining about having to get a new one due to never being able to find ones that felt right so his SO went. "I know what I must do."

You can't tell me he wouldn't be sobbing!!

Not only is this handmade by his SO, made with all the love and care, specifically with him in mind, from the fabric to the the embroidered details, it's also exactly what he has always wanted.

He was so attached to that baby blanket of his. The only reminder that he was a sweet innocent baby at one point. So now it brings him back to what it would be like to have a blanket made for him as a child, made by someone who wholeheartedly loves him. Being in someone's loving care and attention. And if that doesn't heal a part of his inner child.

He's clutching it so gently, worried that holding it too tight might damage the fabric. This is officially his most prized possession.

You find him in his penthouse, curled up on the couch, clutching the blanket close to himself, tears down his cheeks.

Immediately worried you're running up, sitting right next to him already trying to get him to share what's wrong.

He's sniffling, his voice all wet and choked up as he says.

"You made this... for me?" His lip quivers as another round of tears make their way out.

"Yeah. Of course I made it for you. I know you've been complaining about the current one and-" He doesn't let you ramble on about why you made it. Because it doesn't matter. You made it for him. Not bought or gotten someone else to make it. No. You poured your heart and soul into this blanket and now it's his. And it's perfect.

He hugs you tight and you feel the sobs shake through him as you coo sweet words in his ears about how much you love him, stroking his back and his hair. After calming down he settles against you, the blanket already drawn up around him while you both spend the rest of the day lounging on the couch, just being next to one another or watching movies.

All while he softly strokes his fingers over the embroidered corner. It's already obvious that nobody could pry this blanket from his dead cold hands.

[hellenhighwater]

the only--the ONLY!--thing I had on my to do list for today was work on any of the commissioned paintings that I need to get done. That was it!

So instead I've sculpted a bunch of clay leaves to make into a mobile, gave a kitten a bath, rearranged the sunroom and repotted a few plants, watered my tomatoes, got some eggs from the doves, read a book, did some laundry, made a book press, made a video about making a book press, bought a detail sander and halloween candy, taught Vice to do a double high five, accidentally melted my gardening gloves, went to the animal shelter, and forgot to eat for the entire day.

So I'm pleased to announce that all executives are functioning at 0% capacity, as per normal.

[fnafs-ex-boyfriend]

Hey trigger studio trigger I love you but you better include the shot of chilchuck checking his dick size after turning into a tall man or I will not be a happy camper