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@shchvnts liked for a starter from The Hunter (Marvel's Midnight Suns)
This was a solo hunt despite Blade's offer to handle this or join her. However as the hunt had progress she was finding remnants of slain vampires and vampyres as she drew closer to where the collection of nests were that she was certain that she was not the only hunter. At first thought, the Hunter pondered if Blade had decided he needed to get out and stake out on his own to handle these problems.
However, the Hunter sees no signatures of the man's FLAIR as he called it. This was another hunter which she had remind herself that the world's population is so much larger now and vampire hunting sounds as though its come a sort of fad. The Hunter gets the drop on the other hunter; she seems young but then again she looked young herself for being three hundred and twenty something years old.
❝ You there! ❞ She calls out when she catches her in ambushed by three vampyre; driving her sword into a heart with a bright flash of light magic as well. ❝ Nicely done so far, but the nest you are headed to has another twenty something resting. Care for some help? ❞ Twenty something vampires for the legendary was nothing, but she'll never squander at team-ups or helping others.
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"I need to see them suffer" I say about a character who already does nothing but suffer
#shawn hunter#nell jackson#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#fishlegs no name#careless crowthorne#😭#morgana pendragon#merlin emrys#my posts#Tiger Bjornson......#Actually literally all of the Harlow characters#Except Cloudstorm maybe
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𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔦𝔫’𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔢
#illustration#my art#procreate#digital art#character design#Crowfeather#windclan#the elders quest#warriors designs#warriors fanart#erin hunter warriors#warrior cats#warriors#defeating artblock with a few warriored cars then back to our scheduled programming#please enjoy#I do not know what Tawnypelt sees in him#or anyone else 4 that matter ok#maybe nightcloud
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he would not fucking say that he would not fucking want a nuclear family
#giving any character from anyone a bunch of little oc weirdly named kids at the end as their ‘happy ending’ because you can’t comprehend#any other lifestyle should get you arrested i think. im sorry i LOATHE kidfic already and when it’s ocs??? with millennial american names#too like why am i reading about hunter and taylor. who the fuck are these people#characters who would not even touch marriage with a ten foot barge pole being put on the fucking PTA make it STOPPPPP
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I need Gemma like I need oxygen
#monster hunter#gemma monster hunter#fanart#character art#please i need her so bad#capcom give her more beef you cowards
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Finished watching hunter x hunter so now it’s off to readingthe manga but I had to drawmy sons before that . .
#digital art#hunter x hunter#hxh#killua zoldyck#gon freecss#how to tell if I really like a character : gives themfreckles#gon looks like a hedgehog an a pineapples lovechild
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The Hunter / The Prowler / The Occultist / The Champion
4 character classes from The Hidden Isle.
Kickstarter ends in less than two weeks!
#illustration#art#artists on tumblr#character art#character design#ttrpg#indie rpg#the hidden isle#fantasy art#swashbuckling#occult#rogue#hunter#knight
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Hi happy holidays! Can you please do a Sergei kravinoff smut x innocent female virgin reader “babe in the woods” trope. Sergei is immediately fixated on reader and wants her to be his grude & mother of his children. He immediately marries and later takes her virginity. He hopes to impregnate her from their first time together. Ty!
thank you for this request, anon! and sorry it took so long to post. I've had it written, but it just took a while for me to get the smut part going. i hope you like it!

Sergei Kravinoff × F!Reader ♰ themes of stalking, obsessive Sergei, kidnapping, Kraven is a weirdo and needs to be locked up, i would say innocent reader but more so an unbothered reader kind of, she is just confused, forced marriage, themes of Stockholm syndrome, loss of virginity, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, unprotected p in v, Sergei wants to get the reader pregnant.
The woods were quiet, save for the whisper of wind threading through the branches above. You loved this time of day when the sun filtered gold and green through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the earth. It was your sanctuary, far from the clamor of town and the heavy, watchful eyes of others. Here, no one could accuse you of being strange, or sheltered, or too naive. You simply were.
The faint crack of a branch made you stop mid-step, your basket of wildflowers swinging lightly at your hip. “Hello?” You called, voice soft, hesitant. The forest had always been safe— or so it felt. until now, you had never had the need to question it.
He emerged from the shadows, and your breath caught. The man was massive. A towering figure, his broad shoulders draped in animal pelts and his chest bare save for the crisscrossing scars that marked him as something primal, dangerous. His face was angular, carved from stone, with piercing eyes that pinned you where you stood.
Sergei Kravinoff. The name would mean nothing to you, but to others, it struck fear—a hunter of men and beasts, a predator who bent the wilderness to his will. He did not speak at first. He only looked at you, as if you were some rare, delicate creature he had stumbled upon. The longer his eyes lingered, the hotter your cheeks burned.
“Who are you?” you asked, clutching the basket to your chest. His lips curved into a smile, though there was nothing warm in it. “I am Sergei,” he said, his voice low, thick with an accent you couldn’t place. “And you" he paused for a bit. " Should not wander alone in places like this. The world is not kind to lambs.” You blinked at him, confused. “Lambs?”
“You,” he clarified, taking a step closer. His sheer presence seemed to draw the air from your lungs. “Soft. Untouched. So trusting.” You took an instinctive step back, and his smile widened, as if he enjoyed your unease. “I—I’ve never seen you here before. Are you lost?”
“No,” he said simply, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “But perhaps I have found something worth staying for.”
It reeked of dangerㅡ death. yet you still came back.
Over the next week, you saw him again and again. Always in the woods, always watching. At first, you told yourself it was a coincidence. this strange man simply shared your love for the forest. But his presence became impossible to ignore. He never tried to speak much, yet his eyes seemed to devour you every time, as though he were committing every detail of your face to memory. You should have been afraid. You should have stopped going to the woods entirely. But something about him fascinated you. He was so unlike the boys in town, who stammered and avoided your gaze, intimidated by your quietness. Sergei was bold, unflinching. He seemed to look right through you, to the parts of yourself you didn’t even understand.
you little lamb.
“Why do you keep following me?” He tilted his head, his gaze softening though not entirely. “Because you are mine.” The bluntness of his words made your breath hitch. “I don’t even know you.”
“You will,” he said, stepping closer. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and though you should have flinched away, you didn’t. His touch was surprisingly gentle, reverent even, even if his rough fingers scratched your skin. “I have decided. You will be my bride.”
“Bride?” You echoed the word foreign and strange on your tongue. “But we’ve only just—” you laughed. surely it must be a joke. “You are meant for me, little lamb” he interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I have hunted all my life, little one. I know when I have found my prize.” Suddenly, the world went dark.
maybe it was all just a bad and confusing dream. though his touch still lingered.
You woke in the morning to find yourself not in your small, familiar room. outside the window that overlooked the bed you were in, the forest. The air smelled of pine and smoke, and outside, the trees loomed tall and unyielding. Panic gripped you as you sat up, heart racing. “Where—” The door creaked open, and there he was, filling the frame with his imposing presence. “You are awake,” Sergei said, his tone calm, almost pleasedㅡ excited. He carried a tray with food: fresh berries, bread, and cheese. “Eat. Now."
“Where am I?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “Why did you—” He set the tray down, cutting you off with a look. “You are safe. That is all you need to know.”
“I am not! This isn’t right,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “You can’t just—”
“I can,” he said sharply, though his expression softened as he stepped closer. “I have waited long enough. You do not understand, but you will. I will take care of you. Protect you. You will want for nothing, my little one.”
You shook your head, backing away from him, but he caught your wrist with startling ease. His touch was firm, yet not cruel. “Do not fear me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost tender. “I would never hurt you. You are too precious.”
Sergei did not wait long to make you his.
The days in the cabin blurred together, each one steeped in an odd rhythm. Sergei’s presence was constant, protective, and overwhelming. He would watch you eat, his sharp eyes softening whenever you complied. He brought you small gifts: wildflowers, trinkets carved from wood, pelts to keep you warm. He never let you wander far, always ensuring you were within sight. And though he never forced his touch upon you, you could feel the tension thrumming beneath the surface, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.
In the evening, as the fire crackled and cast flickering shadows on the walls, Sergei sat across from you. He leaned forward, large hands resting on his knees. “It is time,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding. “Time?” you echoed, your throat dry. “For us to marry.” You stared at him, heart pounding. “I… I can’t. I don’t even know what you want from me. I—I never— You kidnapped me!”
“You were made for this,” he said, cutting you off. his eyes were setting you a-light, it made your skin prickle. “You think I do not see it? Your purity. Your innocence. You were meant to be a wife. My wife.” Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away. “But I’m not— I need to marry someone I love!"
“You are ready,” he insisted, his tone softening only slightly. “I have waited long enough. It will be done."
And it was.
The ceremony was simple, ritualistic. Sergei had prepared everything. rings made from woven silver, a bearskin cloak to drape over your shoulders as a symbol of protection. There was no priest, no people, only the two of you and the forest as your witness. He spoke vows in a language you did not understand, his voice deep and reverent, as though he were offering you up to some ancient force. When it was your turn, your voice faltered, but under his watchful gaze, you repeated the words he taught you.
“You are mine,” he said at the end, taking your face in his hands. His eyes burned with possessive fire. “And I am yours.”
but every wolf gets hungry eventually.
When night fell, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands clutching the thick wool blanket. Sergei entered the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He had shed his usual pelts, his bare chest glowing in the firelight.
“You are trembling,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame now not so intimidating. “Are you afraid of me?” You couldn’t meet his eyes. "I don’t know... what you expect from me? What you w-want...”
“I expect you to trust me,” he said simply, his hand brushing against your cheek. “You are my wife now. It is my duty to show you what that means.” Your breath stopped as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “I will not hurt you,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “But you are mine, little lamb. Every part of you.”
His lips met yours— soft at first, testing, as though he feared you might shatter like porcelain. But when you didn’t pull away, his kiss deepened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands cradled your face, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.
“I have waited for this,” he said against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “Waited to claim what is mine.” You didn’t resist as he laid you down, his hands tracing over your trembling form. He was patient, guiding you gently, his touch surprisingly tender for someone so fierce. But his intent was clear.
oh, little lamb.
rugged hands make their way up and around your hips as his bearded face stays flush against your tender neck. he was ready to devour you. Sergei looked up into your eyes and for the first time you've seen him smile. and as if all of the things you felt caused you fears melted away, so did you into his embrace.
his lips meet yours, and it all finally made sense. you could feel the hunger, the will in him to give his all right here, right now. you wrapped around him like vines on a tree, his low growl of approval making you clench around nothing. it all felt so new, yet familiar, as if somehow, this wasn't the first time. the forest outside sung as your quiet moans filled the cabin. Sergei discards all of your clothes with ease, leaving you in nothing as you stayed splayed on the bed. the fur coverings under, pooled around your body, the moonlight dripped on you like dew in spring and you looked like a precious painting.
with no time to wait, sergei quickly gets naked. it wasn't the first time you saw him like this, but it was the first time you saw it. to say all that fear bubbled up into your stomach was an understatement. you gulped down as your glossy eyes looked at him up and down. "Spread your legs for me." it wasn’t a request, it was an order. and you obey. spreading your legs you give him a full view of you dripping cunt, and sergei throws his head back with a low groan. you finally speak up. "IㅡI am a...a virgin." it all seemed so silly to say now. "I know." he smiles in the corner of his mouth. "Smelled it on you the first time we met." and you whimper. "I will get you ready now." somehow, you knew what it meant. He kneels in front of you on the bed, pulling you so that you thighs are right over his, your puffy lips on full display. two of his digits make their way up to your mouth. "Suck." you comply.
after that was done, his calloused fingers make their way between your folds, gathering up the juices you've been dripping. You whimpered softly and Sergei shushed you, rubbing small circles on your plushy thigh with his other hand. He pushes one of his fingers inside, and you can feel it. It didn’t hurt, not yet, it was just strange and new. the second finger comes quick after and he starts pumping them, swirling them around as his lips made contact with your swollen bud. Your eyes jot open as this feeling washes over you, and you can't help but let your legs shake uncontrollably. The fire wave envelopes you whole before it comes to an agonizing stop. You open your eyes again and above you is Sergei, his shaft in his hand as he aligns it with your asking entrance. "If it hurts...yell. Scream as much as you want. Hurt me back. I am here to teach you."
and teach you he does. he pushes in slowly and the stretch is agonizing, the pain making all of your muscles tense. "It's alright, I'm here, little girl." you let out a sigh, the tears slipping past your lids when you open your eyes. the moon engulfed Sergei in It's beautiful light, his silhouette looking as if it was carved out perfectly. a couple of inches, then some more, and some moreㅡ until he is fully inside. you bite down on your tongue, but Sergei preps soft kisses along your jaw and you seem to forget about the pain. "You're doing so, so good. So good for me." he hums, taking in a big breath of your smell before he snaps his hips slowly. In a few seconds, the burn turned into a delicious feeling you couldn’t quite describe. And though it felt so new, your body fell in place right into Sergei’s touch, as if it were meant to be.
When he finally started to move faster, his groan was one of triumph, a sound that you know will echo in your ears long after. “You will give me childrenㅡ" he said, voice low and ragged as he moved inside of you. “Strong sons and daughters. Our legacy will begin tonight.”
your legs quiver around him, but he leaves no room for mercy. Above you, he looked just as a predator ready to swallow his pray whole. you weren't one to fight back, and you really didn't want to. you back stayed arched against the coverings of the bed, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as he pumped into you. your tummy was churning, and your head was dizzyㅡ you were far gone, too drunk on the way he perfectly hit that spot with each thrust. "You were made for me, made to take meㅡ fuck, you are so beautiful." you whimper, feeling that fire wave starting to take over again. your velvet walls squeeze around him, causing him to growl. Sergei leans forward, propping one of your legs above his shoulder, the angle making you gasp for air. you look up at him, eyes glossy with tears. An animal. His eyes grew darker, lips crooked in a smile before he delivered his final blow.
you come undone right under his fingertips, writhing and shaking as small pleads fall from your lips. You can feel his seed deep within you, threatening to slip out around his cock that was still inside of you, pulsing. "Good girl."
he prays it sticks.
Sergei’s obsession with you only deepened—he barely let you out of his sight, his touch lingering whenever he could. Yet there was a softness in him, a desire to make you happy, even as he bent you to his will.
He began teaching you small things. how to tend the fire, how to skin an animal, how to defend yourself should a predator come. But you were never allowed to go far. “Why can’t I leave?” you asked one afternoon, your frustration bubbling over. Sergei turned to you, his eyes darkening. “Because the world is cruel, little one. It will devour you. You are too soft, too trusting. Here, you are safe.”
“Safe,” you repeated bitterly. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out. But instead, he cupped your face in his hands, his gaze softening. “I would rather you hate me than lose you.” you were beginning to see the truth of it. his love for you was consumin and obsessive, but it was real. He worshipped you, protected you, but at the cost of your freedom. And yet, part of you began to adapt. To find comfort in his arms, in the way he looked at you as though you were the only thing that mattered.
Perhaps you were.
#aaron taylor johnson#aaron taylor johnson characters#aaron taylor johnson x you#aaron taylor johnson x reader#aaron taylor johnson smut#sergei kravinoff#kraven the hunter x reader#kraven smut#kraven the hunter#kraven x reader#kraven x you
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Biblically accurate Flapjack lol
(im trying to work with different textures and tried to make his wood form like an actual wood carving but looks a little wonky)
#the owl house#toh#toh flapjack#hunter toh#toh hunter#flapjack toh#palisman#caleb wittebane#baby boy baby#stupid bird is my favorite character
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Happy 10th anniversary Bloodborne 🌙✨🎂♥️
#I love u bloodborne#I love u raaaaa#bloodborne#bloodborne fanart#bloodborne hunter#art#drawing#digital art#artists on tumblr#fanart#character art#artist#doodle#bloodborne art
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@inhcritance liked for a starter from The Hunter (Marvel's Midnight Suns)
An eyebrow raises up, there's almost an inclination even to tilt her head to one side like her hellhound Charlie does when she's intensely curious about something. Quietly she had been watching him, alert to his prescene when he had entered the premise.
The kid, though he is not a kid but what was a twenty year old to a three hundred and twenty year old, seems to be looking for something. The only reason she hadn't deemed him an intruder was because she recognized him from pictures Peter had shown her.
The Abbey had been residence enough to her, but she was working a case and Peter had told her that if it was more convinent when she was in New York to crash at his place. Apparently that offer was extend to more friends than just The Hunter. That's no bother to her, but she's sure Peter will appreciate later that she recalled Harry's face from photos before she attacked him.
❝ What are you looking for? ❞ Announcing her prescene without the thought that could startle him if he wasn't pre-warned there's a half-demon hunter crashing at Peter's place before hand. ❝ You are Peter's friend, Harry, correct? You've done quite a lot of rifling. ❞ As if she hadn't torn the Abbey grounds asunder for all its secrets.
#i think its funny the idea of peter having apartment guests unbeknowst to each other#and hunter just when harry entered was like im gonna stalk him first see if hes a bad guy#and if he is she'd have drop kicked him but you know what peters gotta have pictures of harry up so harry lives#but peter not informing either of them there could he more than just them at peter“#peter's apartment. 🤣#anyways lets dig through peter's stuff.#IN CHARACTER -> The Hunter#inhcritance#THREADS -> inhcritance#The Hunter -> inhcritance
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For the Guild.
#monster hunter#monster hunter wilds#monster hunter fanart#art#artwork#artists on tumblr#small artist#oc art#original character#sketch#digital art
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𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔭𝔞𝔴 🌙🍁
#illustration#my art#procreate#digital art#character design#Moonpaw#warriors designs#warriors fanart#erin hunter warriors#warrior cats#thunderclan#murder cats#the elders quest
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This quest complete screen goes crazy.
Yuri...
#mh wilds#MonHun#monster hunter#alma x hunter#the subtle yuri of the horses nuzzling each other communicating what the characters cant say to each other...
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Monster hunter au part 7
……..as you can see I can’t just stop adding my other concepts to this universe ahahhdncm
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#maccadam#transformers#monster hunter au#mtmte#transformers idw#drift#ratchet#dratchet#hot rod#Brainstorm#Perceptor#simpatico#Ultra magnus#minimus ambus#Tailgate#Cyclonus#Whirl#how tf their trio is called#nvm I looked it up#cywhirlgate#lost light#lost light as a character haha
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