#Luna Lovelies

[bixels]

me too, luna.

[harritudur]

scars 👒🍊⚔️

[zegalba]

Luna Lu: 'The Anatomy of a Hug' (2016)

[ponydoodles]

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

the kids share one braincell and its purpose is to help people

[lunaisanartist]

Two autistic men sharing the same interest in swords

[wetfloor-sign09]

I don’t have words just noises

[moondvncer]

okay this specific pose is giving dancer/poledancer in some demon nightclub where he's an incubus, do you see the vision?

[sonarspace]

sylus with a size kink has been on my mind for agess, i was wondering if you’d want to write about that? (not sure if you’ve written it or not but feel free to correct me) 😼😼

✮ content. nsfw. fem! reader, size kink, protected sex, deep penetration, bulge kink, dirty talk, praise, slight overstimulation, gentle dom! sylus.

sylus doesn’t realize just how big he is at first.

he's quiet about it—calm, composed, like the thought never crossed his mind. but it’s hard for you to ignore when he’s above you, silver hair falling into his red eyes, sharp gaze heavy as he takes in the sight of you beneath him.

the low hum of the room is thick with anticipation, only broken by the soft rustle of sheets as he shifts his weight, the warmth of his body caging you in. his skin glows faintly under the soft lights, pale against the dark fabric of his shirt, which hangs loose around his shoulders, exposing the broad planes of his collarbone.

his lips brush over yours, slow and unhurried, as his hands wander—palms skating down your waist, fingers spreading wide to feel every dip and curve. there’s a deliberate patience to his touch, like he’s memorizing the way you react to him.

but your focus keeps drifting lower—to where he’s pressing against your thigh, thick and hot through the thin material of his boxers. even with that barrier, he feels heavy, and the ache between your legs grows sharper the longer he lingers, drawing you into his orbit.

when he finally pulls back enough to slip his boxers off, your breath hitches.

the length of him curves against his stomach, flushed at the tip, thick and veined. he’s fully hard, and the realization that he’s been holding back this entire time sends a fresh rush of heat through you.

“you’re staring.” his voice is soft, but there’s amusement under the calm exterior.

your gaze flickers up, catching the faint twitch of his lips. the edges of his hair are tousled, a few strands falling over his forehead, making him look almost boyish if not for the intensity burning in his eyes.

you swallow, shifting beneath him. “you’re… big.”

the soft laugh that leaves him vibrates low in his chest. “that a problem, pretty girl?”

“not exactly.”

he hums, leaning in to kiss you again, his tongue sweeping slow over yours as his hand slips between your thighs. his fingers glide through the slick gathering at your entrance, teasing you open with gentle strokes that leave you trembling beneath him.

when he finally presses in, just the head at first, you feel the sharp stretch immediately—your body resisting the unfamiliar girth even as arousal pools hot and thick in your stomach.

“fuck,” sylus groans, his forehead resting against yours as he watches the way your body swallows him, inch by inch. his hand drifts to your stomach, his palm spreading over the soft curve just below your navel.

his eyes flicker lower, and his breath catches.

“i can feel myself,” he murmurs, pressing down gently where the outline of his cock bulges faintly beneath your skin. “you’re so tight, baby.”

you whimper, the sensation dizzying as he rocks his hips forward, slowly bottoming out until he’s seated fully inside you. the stretch burns, but the weight of him fills you in a way that makes your head spin, pleasure laced with the faintest hint of pain.

“you’re taking me so well,” sylus breathes, brushing his lips along your jaw, his voice thick with something darker. “feels like you were made for me.”

his praise sends heat curling low in your belly, and you shift your hips slightly, chasing more friction.

his red eyes darken, and his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls back, dragging himself out until just the tip remains before pressing back in, slow but deliberate.

the sound it makes is obscene—wet and soft, echoing faintly in the quiet room.

“you hear that?” he rasps, his pace steady but deep, the weight of each thrust pressing the bulge against his palm with every stroke. “you’re dripping for me.”

the pressure builds with every roll of his hips, and the fullness leaves you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him.

“sylus,” you choke out, voice breaking around his name as he grinds deeper, shifting just enough to drag over that sweet spot inside you that leaves your legs trembling.

he catches your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. his eyes are molten, pupils blown wide, but there’s something soft in the way he looks at you—like you’re fragile, even as he splits you open beneath him.

“look at me,” he whispers, brushing his lips over yours. “wanna see my girl fall apart.”

his thumb drifts lower, circling your clit in lazy strokes that send sparks shooting up your spine. the coil in your stomach winds tighter, and you can feel yourself flutter around him, the pressure building dangerously fast.

“so close,” you gasp, your body arching into him, desperate for release.

“i know,” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. “i can feel it.”

his pace quickens slightly, but the thrusts remain deep, his cock dragging against your walls with every slow, deliberate stroke.

“come for me, pretty girl,” sylus coaxes, his hand pressing lightly against the bulge in your stomach. “let me feel you.”

the tension snaps all at once, and your body convulses around him, pleasure crashing over you in sharp waves as you cry out his name.

sylus groans, his rhythm faltering as he follows, burying himself deep as he spills into the condom, his forehead pressing against yours as his breathing slows.

for a while, neither of you move—just the soft hum of the room and the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

his hand lingers on your stomach, thumb brushing faint circles against your skin as if he’s memorizing the shape of you beneath him.

“you okay, kitten?” he asks softly, brushing your hair back from your face.

you nod, letting out a breathless laugh. “yeah. more than okay.”

his lips quirk into a small smile, and he kisses you once, slow and lingering, before resting his forehead against yours.

“good,” he whispers. “because i’m not done with you yet.”

[joelsbloodyhands]

Pedro vibing and Rosario caressing his cheeks like he’s a big kid 🥰

[n4391]

Happy Year of the Dragon! 🐉

[astros-boy]

que le guste la luna, las estrellas, los atardeceres y yo

[me-beef]

some doodles of the worlds best sister gods

[qvert]

Commission for the wonderful @lunamonroeao3 as part of her KnightAU ‚Heavy is the Crown’ which iS FUCKING AMAZING so everyone go read that.

Link and a bunch of other stuff is under the cut

It was so much fun putting in all sorts of little details in there too :)

The reflection across Vi's throat is the name of the Sword - 'Atlas' And the etching on the blade - 'Birthed from the Sky, I carry the world'

And I made a bunch of outfit designs which I'll post separately.

[tlou-obsessed]

Siblings actually feeling like siblings is my absolute favourite thing in shows:

siblings sharing one braincell:

The same crooked smile:

And in the first 10 minutes or so you already know the dynamic between these two, Joel knows Tommy will tease him endlessly about the t-shirt being inside out, being an older sibling, when making a mistake I look at my younger siblings first because I just know they are gonna be insufferable about it. But Tommy respects the hell out of Joel, he immidiately puts out the cigarette when told so, this is responsible older brother Joel, who will bail him out of jail...

He's also the person he looks to, to make the decisions que 'What are we doin', Joel':

also the fact that they got two guys with patchy beards is dedication to me, they wanted these two to be genetically brothers:

These two walking in sync never fails to get me, they are walking the exact same way:

Also haven't seen each other in quite a while and doesn't miss the chance to tease little brother:

all I have to say is Gabriel and Pedro were dedicated to show us they were brothers and I love them for that.

[lunaisanartist]

Couldn't resist after the last episode 🐎