#Tw mild nsft

[mylenapony11]

@cherry-blossom-consumer here’s the Kira drawing I’ve been worked on.

Trigger warning: mild suggestive/nsfw content? I guess yeah

With out the words and just the background

She wants to get something over her sister, so why not love vagina havers more?

[silna-pdf]

Old birkin and wesker doodles.. trying to make up for my lack of time to draw ╥﹏╥

[trinity-trouble]

me: oh <3

me: WOOHHH

[an-albino-pinetree]

Tastefully C R O P P E D -

Anyways, eat well—- sdhfhgj aa

🚨MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Look away children!

Warnings! : Cw suggestive Mild choking, yep- degradation if you squint, mostly just name calling, swearing, praise, being referred to as a toy, not your doctor’s recommended amount of dirty talk, Carnival!Jax being him-

[powkaboomslash]

jax hugs you because he is so cool (i am sorry if this looks weird)

[suunflower-speaks]

god is a fag and that means we can kiss so hard that i burn up in its divine light and be wholly consumed by its pleasure

[cold1dead1eyes]

tw// s*xual abuse mention

after being saved, whumpee is conditioned to fear anything that made whumper mad. they would do anything to avoid their wrath. anything.

the front door opens and it spooks whumpee. they drop a ceramic plate on the kitchen floor. caretaker walks in on them on their knees, sobbing and shaking as they try to pick up the broken glass.

caretaker approaches them slowly, whispering words of affirmation, but whumpee is inconsolable. when caretaker corners them against the cupboards, whumpee looks up at them with wet, apologetic eyes. their bloody hands go up to unbuckle caretaker's belt.

"please- please, don't hurt me." whumpee whispers, and caretaker watches in horror as they slip their belt out of the loops. their hand goes down to stop whumpee.

"what are you doing?" caretaker asks, heart in their throat, and whumpee freezes. they look up at them with confusion in their eyes. as if this is a normal reaction to the situation.

awful, nauseating dread overtakes caretaker as they realize exactly what whumper had done to whumpee.

[tennisthemedhatesex]

Listen. I have sympathy for Light for a lot of reasons and especially would love to see him in a scenario where he could unmask and still be accepted, but on the other hand I disagree with him and dislike him enough (as a person, not as a character) that if I met him in real life it would take an hour tops before I snapped and full-on decked him. On a third, not so secret hand,,,Kira ♡ I want to see him stained in blood. I want to worship him even though I actually do think I'm better than him. God, he's so hot for someone so misguided.

Basically, if the character were to materialize in front of me (plus a reason to not immediately start solving the mystery of how That happened) I'd be torn between giving him unlicensed therapy, beating him up, or letting him beat me up.

Oh lmao. This is how L feels, isn't it?

[mynameis-a]

only one bed trope but one of them ends up having a wet dream and the other is an insomniac somnophile

[wwolfsart]

closeups+doodle under the cut

he’s so silly. rat bastard. i need him carnally.

[madbuns]

It's 3am

[thecoldsoldiers]

I wanna see you get used as a honeypot, and watch blood and gore spatter over your naked back as Zemo takes out the people that stuck anything in the honeypot with a high caliber gun. (Asset)

Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

"If that's what's required. I would remain still until he finds me covered in blood and gore."

[luzdearten]

first vs latest

i am rather proud of this progress 👍🏽

knife warning as well as some small cuts and a little bit of blood

[ncafterdark]

Kinktober 2023

Day 12: Ares/Ofelia--Somnophilia

*****

“I trust you.” 

She’d resisted the urge to laugh, tell her what a terrible idea that was—that she’d fucked over more people than she could keep track of, was only out for herself. But she hadn’t relented—said it was instinct and that it rarely led her wrong. She was still alive, despite living in that dust pit of a shop, the sort of people she had as clients, so perhaps there was a bit of truth to that. Or she was just stupidly lucky—hard to tell which sometimes. And then she’d suggested that she was dangerous—that following her would lead into trouble, if not from her, than from the people around her, and the woman had smiled at her, a sharp, unexpected smile—said that she could handle her, and anything she had to offer. 

A rustle draws her attention, Ares slinging an arm across her face, although it does little to block the shaft of light peeking through the window, sleepy grumble slipping from her. The morning sun turns her skin to honey, messy black waves haloed around her. Trailing a cool palm across her hip, marveling at how warm she is, it’s hard to resist—particularly when she leans into the touch, eager even in dreams. 

“‘Felia.” 

She freezes, hand stilling in it’s lazy touches, before the woman sighs, breathing evening out again.

This is dangerous.

Scarred lips twitch into a smile, and she leans down, brushing a kiss against her hip—before moving to her thighs, feeling her shudder beneath the attention—legs parting easily for her. She’s never been shy or ashamed of asking for what she wants, but she’s even more brazen in her sleep, instinctively reacting to her touch, as if her body knows her. The thought makes a knot in her core tighten, intensity of the sensation knocking her breath from her lungs. Ares is never easy to wake up, but even she’d have a hard time sleeping through it, cruel affection lavished on every inch of her. Tracing a delicate tongue across her folds, she can’t hold back a soft moan at the taste. The sense of power is addicting, the ability to take her apart just like this, and she devours her more deeply, the slickness doing nothing to hide the woman’s desire. She’s awake now, one hand tangling in her hair, a cry muffled in her arm, grogginess chased away by desire. Delving back into her folds, she drapes her leg over her shoulder, encourages the woman to ride her, use her face like a toy, can feel her own core throbbing in response. She slips her other hand down, two fingers sliding easily in, slick and dripping—voice sleep-rough. 

“Morning, babe.” 

[eldritch-hall-after-dark]

So... if I were to write about Elspeth and Richard hate-fucking, would...

Would you guys read it?

Cuz I've got the idea and the motivation.

I just need to know if that's something you're interested in.

[a-captions-blog]

[Image descriptions: 1. A photo from Insider showing arms reaching into a large tub filled with round balls of Mozzarella that have nubs on them making them resemble nipples. 2. A photo of two people supporting two massive versions of the cheese. \End descriptions]

[Comment plain text: so rest easy tonight knowing they have [keysmashes indicating exaggerated sexual noises] cheese in italy. \End PT]

i was watching a video about how regional cheeses are made around the world, and was shown a type of mozzarella called zizzona (the z/zz pronounced like the 'zz' in 'pizza', with a 'tz' sound), which, yes, means "mother's breast".

so rest easy tonight knowing they have titty cheese in italy.