#a sight for sore eyes

[coffee-in-europe]

thank u keira knightley for allowing yourself to age you are so beautiful and we need you

[imtrashraccoon]

I totally didn't have to do a bunch of research for this one or anything... Also, don't kill me for the time it's being posted... (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Nightmare - Veiled

Word Count: 857

Dirk suddenly dropped down next to you and Donovan. He was breathing heavily and clutching his right side. You immediately noticed dust coating his hand and seeping out from the area beneath. He still held his dagger, but it was clear from how he winced with each shift of his body that he had been wounded pretty badly. There were a few nicks and slashes in his studded leather armour, and the red part of his target-shaped soul was still drowning out the faint strip of white.

You attempted to reach for him, barely managing to whisper his name, but the injured assassin gave no indication if he had heard you. Instead, he turned to Donovan and letting out a bitter sounding chuckle.

"sorry, boss... they got me good..." he hissed through gritted teeth.

Oddly, his permanent smile was still wide, almost splitting his face in two despite the dire situation, and you caught a glimpse of a white eyelight in his right socket. It vanished in a second, leaving you questioning what it meant, as you had been under the impression he didn't have eyelights.

Donovan's grip on you tightened by a fraction and he let out a nearly inaudible hum under his breath. With a sigh, he turned to face Dirk fully, shifting you in his arms at the same time and turning you around.

"A shame," he muttered, exhaling heavily. "You've served me well, even to the end..."

The circling beholder let out a chittering laugh, still hovering above the three of you. "Aw, that's whack," he taunted. "I was just starting to get jiggy with it."

No one paid the floating eyeball any mind, although you wished you could whack him square in the jaw with your meteor hammer. Maybe he would actually learn to shut up then?

Donovan took a steadying breath before smoothing out a few tufts of fur on the top of your head. "Seems there's only one thing left to do..." he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the bridge of your muzzle.

You blinked, feeling a little taken aback by his uncharacteristic change in demeanor. It was like he was just giving up? Since when did he even consider the idea of surrender?

He shifted you in his hold, placing your frail body in Dirk's arms. "Protect them with your life; this is your last order."

The two skeletons shared a somber look before Dirk gave a stiff nod. He held you close to his ribcage, so much so, that you could actually feel the mana running through his body and the thrum of his still unstable soul. His touch wasn't comforting like Donovan's, and his already weakened state meant he had to partially lower you to the ground rather than completely support your weight.

Donovan fished a small potion vial from his robes, handing it to the assassin. Without another word, he turned to face the beholder again, his tendrils forming into sharp points to act as weapons. You wanted to stop him, tell him not to sacrifice his life for yours, but your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth.

"Seriously? What are you going to do, cast a spell?" Balor scoffed, "Your magic has no effect, mage!"

Dirk popped the cork off the healing potion, pressing the vial against your lips and doing his best to encourage you to swallow the liquid. You nearly choked on the harsh flavour, even though you had been expecting it, although you managed to consume most of the potion with Dirk downing the remainder. It wasn't much, but even the small sip you had managed was enough to heal a bit of your HP so you wouldn't immediately fall down.

He tossed the empty bottle away and hooked his hands under your arm pits, slowly dragging you away from Donovan and Balor. He hadn't said a word the whole time, not even a grunt or hiss of pain from the effort of holding you. You couldn't tell if he was as upset as you were or if he was shutting down emotionally.

You couldn't take your eyes off of Donovan as he raised his hand, as if to cast a spell, but what happened next seemed to take place in slow motion. His other hand reached for his collarbone, pulling out an obsidian amulet that was shaped like a dragon from underneath his robes. He snapped the pendant in half and the cavern was suddenly bathed in light.

Balor let out a pained cry and floated backwards, momentarily blinded from the bright light.

A large dark shape emerged from the light, one that had a long neck and four equally long tails. Its skeletal head was crowned with a pair of magnificent horns and a familiar cyan eyelight gleamed in its left eye socket. Its right eye socket was covered by the corruption that coated its body and pockmarked wings.

It was a dragon, but unlike any you had heard of before. You never knew your soulmate had the capability to transform himself so drastically, but he now seemed to dwarf the beholder in size and strength.

[sparticus2000art]

Here’s some fanart for a fic by one of my friends @imtrashraccoon , and her current bad sansuary series!

I’ve wanted to draw the mc since finding out they use a meteor hammer as their main weapon, and finally managed to find the time to do it today!

It’s roughly based on the scene setting one shot before the series, where she initially infiltrates lord Donovan’s castle

This may not quite be how the reader character was envisioned, but it’s my interpretation

I’ll link both fics and some rough sketches from a few weeks ago under the cut!

The links may be being a bit weird for me today actually….

[dawnchorus-if]

Yes, bridal style was the intention 😌

amen, as he deserves.

[sunshineandlyrics]

🫶🏼 Just admiring Louis in Indonesia and Australia 2024 x x

[lackadaisicalideas]

Select pieces by Darryl Daniels .

[mondaysaglitch]

HI SHINSUKE

[seud-luachmhor]

[beatlepaul4ever]

This Boy was overly blessed in each and every department.

A delicate ___ mouth that, on a girl, would have been the mouth of a beauty.

His chin was well built and he had good ears and a handsome, almost beautiful, unmarked nose.

The mouth worried you until you knew him and then it worried you more.

Ernest Hemingway describing Scott Fitzgerald (or how John would've described Paul)

[holdyuhmuda]

I’m so late but why nobody tell me about Mr. Joaquin Torres.

[imtrashraccoon]

Hello lovelies! I have been working on this for the past two weeks and it's finally time for Badsansuary 2! This time the story is set in my Dark Fortress AU and if you haven't already read that oneshot, I highly recommend doing so to fully understand what's going on. Check it out here. This chapter is a bit wordy to explain some of the worldbuilding and lore, but I am happy to answer any questions you might have.

@owl-bones Thank you for making the prompt list! I'm very excited to be doing this again.

Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Dust - Differences

Word Count: 2,015

Note: Reven is my name for Dust in this AU.

It was a rather dull day today. The sun should have reached its apex a few hours ago, but thanks to the cloud cover, you couldn't be entirely sure what time of day it really was. On the horizon, there was a large mass of ugly, gray clouds that signaled an impending storm. The only questions were how long the rain would hold off for and, when it did arrive, how much precipitation would end up descending on the land.

You wrinkled your snout in disgust. You didn't like rain. No matter what you wore, it would soak through to your fur, leaving you feeling soggy and gross. Wet paws also meant you were more likely to lose your grip on your weapons or your own footing, not to mention the infamous wet dog smell. Hopefully the rain would pass overnight and you wouldn't have to put up with all that unpleasantness.

Your folded ears flicked as the merchant in the line ahead of you raised his voice, complaining about how long the screening process was taking. You got up on your tip toes, craning your neck to see what had set off the grouchy man this time.

There were at least three guards at the gate into the city, but only one was going through the various baskets in the man's hand cart, while the other two stood back and watched like overgrown squirrels. You had to actively suppress a grin at the comparison, noting how their eyes looked small and beady behind their metal visors. The last thing you needed was to look out of place.

No, you were here for one reason and one reason only: to infiltrate enemy territory.

Your cream coloured fur had been mussed up and stained with clods of dirt to give the appearance of living on the land for weeks already. Your old suit of half plate armour had been downgraded to a set of rough hide and fur, so as to not draw suspicion from onlookers. The quiver of basic iron arrows on your hip, combined with the wooden longbow and rucksack slung over your shoulders, completed the look of a nomadic hunter.

The bow wasn't your preferred weapon, but you were at least competent enough to hit a target if you had to. Unfortunately, you had to leave your trusty meteor hammer behind as it would only betray your military background. At least you had been able to bring a dagger along, so you weren't completely out of your depth.

The blade had actually been a gift from your soulmate, as an apology for destroying your old one, but you suspected there was more to it than that. While the handle looked rather nondescript, the blade was made from steel, folded a dozen times and sharpened to such a fine edge that it could slice through flesh like butter. You had to constantly resist running your paw pads over the leather grip, marvelling at how it molded to your grasp and repressing the itch to test it out.

You were a little surprised that you had been tasked with such an important and risky mission. There were others with more experience, but your small stature and unassuming looks meant you were more than qualified. It helped that your subspecies, canine monsters, were very common throughout the various kingdoms in the land.

Two months.

It had been two months since your last mission. Two months since you abandoned your allegiance to the Klasical Kingdom. Two months since you died.

Well, that was the official account of what happened. The truth was that you had finally found your one and only, except he was the one you and your fellow soldiers had been sent to kill. It had been his idea to fake your death and, lacking any other option, you had agreed. You had willingly thrown away your military career, those you had called family, and your old life, all to spend the rest of your days with your fated.

You didn't regret it one bit.

While your old friends may have thought it weird to partner with a member of a completely different subspecies, you wouldn't have it any other way. Donovan was powerful but careful with you, stern but always fair, intelligent but straightforward with his explanations, thrilling but tender behind closed doors, and so much more to you. Needless to say, you only wished you had met him earlier, rather than waste your years climbing the ranks.

The group in front of you moved forward as the squirrelish guards let the grumpy merchant into the city. You shuffled forward as well, remembering the reason you were sent here in the first place.

Newridge, a city built like more of a fortress than anything else, had caught Lord Donovan's attention a few weeks before. It was built in the narrow valley between two opposing escarpments and if controlled, would grant easy access to several kingdoms just ripe to be conquered. The strategic position wasn't actually what had caught his eye, but rather the presence of a powerful entity or source of magic.

With all the supplies that would be needed to sustain four monsters for a month or so, and no desire to wear everyone down right away, the journey from the Dark Fortress had taken the majority of three days. Travel had been slowed down even more on the third day, so as to not attract unwanted attention from the city or other travelers, and another day was dedicated to setting up a secret camp in the wilderness outside the walls.

Which was how you found yourself standing in line with half a dozen other travelers hoping to get into the city. Some looked like they intended to do trade with local merchants and others you could tell would be moving on in the morning, likely to a more hospitable city for their business. Thankfully, it looked like the guards were processing people at a fast enough pace that you would be in before nightfall, but as long as you weren't forced to wait in the rain, you were happy.

~ ≈ V^ᴥ^V ≈ ~

"Name?" the guard muttered, barely sparing you a glance as you finally reached the front of the queue.

"give simple answers to any questions you're asked, nothing more, got it?" Reven growled. "The less reason they have to be suspicious, the better.

The spellsword seemed especially grouchy today, but you paid him no mind. Your attention was currently divided between him, the resident assassin giving you a suitable makeover, and the subtle clinking as the tank, and your third companion, worked on cleaning Mr. Grumpy's chainmail.

You opened your mouth to respond when Dirk clicked his tongue and tilted your head to the side. "at least stay somewhat still, or i might poke out your pretty eyes by mistake," he chided, rubbing a bit of dirt into your temple. "be a damn shame if i did that, huh?~"

Thankfully, you didn't need to scold him because Maul let out an annoyed huff. "shame ya never shut up." He straightened and leveled the assassin with a stern look before adding, "but feel free to risk yer own neck an' see what happens..."

"Akela Dogera."

You had been practicing how to make your voice sound rougher, almost harsh, to add another level to the simple hunter persona. Of course, the name was fake, but still believable since you knew of several canines with similar last names.

The guard scribbled your "name" in the ledger next to him. "What's your business here, mutt?"

"To sleep in an actual bed tonight before traveling to Lowswitch Kingdom," you answered with more sass than necessary.

"You and everyone else." The guard finished writing and waved you through the gate. "Just keep your nose clean or we'll have to throw you in the Newridge dungeon."

You nodded and stepped into the city, mildly surprised they hadn't wanted to search your bag or question your choice of weapons. Maybe they were tired of harrassing travelers today? Hopefully Reven would have as easy a time getting in as you had.

Taking a moment to look around, you noticed a small market with a few stalls set up not far from the gate, a couple of citizens milling around, and most importantly, a tavern. Heading inside, you were relieved that the establishment wasn't very busy and bought a room for the night. After that, you settled at a corner table with a drink to wait for your partner.

Over an hour passed before the spellsword finally trudged into the tavern. He looked completely different and yet, you would recognize him anywhere. You didn't know how Maul had managed to get all the dust out of the chainmail, but even Reven's red cuirass was cleaner than you had ever seen it. He wasn't wearing his hood at the moment and his mismatched eyelights were a dull white colour. You didn't even know he could change the colour of his magic like that. Interestingly, he was also wearing an amulet with a crossed gavel and axe. While it took you a minute to remember that the symbol belonged to Rytos, the deity of justice, you were more intrigued why Reven would have chosen it.

You supposed his disguise was actually pretty good, despite being what he wore every day. He looked like a battle weary paladin and you couldn't help but wonder if this was what he used to look like before everything that had happened to him. Still, you waited a couple minutes before meandering over to his table, making it seem like you were headed to the bar.

"Didn't expect to see a holy man in a den of iniquity like this," you remarked.

He lifted his skull, giving you a look that was equal parts boredom and resentment. He just seemed so tired and done with the world. After a moment, he made a bit of a show of taking in your leather armour.

"didn't expect to be accosted by a mongrel dog while i'm trying to drown my demons," he growled. "surprised the guards even let you in..."

His comments seemed unnecessarily mean and you wrinkled your snout in annoyance. "Take it easy. I was only going to offer to pay for your drink, as thanks for your service of course."

Reven raised a bonebrow but said nothing.

"Meet me upstairs later," you whispered before resuming your trajectory to the bar.

~ ≈ V^ᴥ^V ≈ ~

A subtle knock was the only indication that your partner had decided to come around. Thankfully, you had been waiting and quickly let him into the small room you had rented.

Reven sort of brushed past you, letting out a quiet grumble in response to your greeting. He dropped heavily onto the bed, rubbing at his skull.

You closed and locked the door so no one could disturb the two of you. Cautiously, you crossed the room, pausing in front of him. "Did you have trouble getting through the gate?" you asked carefully.

Reven grumbled and shook his head, not making eye contact with you.

You bit your lower lip, wondering what could have happened to make him so irritable. "What's bothering you? Did I say something wrong?"

He sighed, "no, not you. it's just...been a rough day." When you remained silent, he looked up and you noticed his eyelights had returned to normal: red with a ring of cyan in his left.

"my lv is acting up," he grumbled. "it takes a lot of concentration to suppress my magic like this. i just can't wait to leave as soon as possible..."

Well that certainly explained why he had been snappish all day. You knew he had a lot of LV but not exactly how much. Definitely more than you had since you didn't experience LV attacks, just increased urges for EXP.

"Maybe you should rest for a bit. We can investigate the city in a few hours when there's less eyes on the streets anyways."

[turtleblogatlast]

That middle child feel when you’re the one who successfully gets you and your siblings out of trouble only to immediately get jumped by them afterwards

[fangirl-and-doctor-help]

“Prop yourself back. I wanna watch my cock split this tight, little cunt open.” Oh. My. GOD!

“You get off on making the man beneath you pant like a dog.” Tbh, I would too.

“Grab the food. We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” Yes, sir.

The things I’d let this man do to me…

𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

summary: you bring Tim takeout when he works another late night at the office.

warnings: tim rockford x fem!reader. UTTER FILTH. cockwarming (tim feeds you noodles while you sit on his cock). sex in a public but private setting. oral sex (f). dirty talk. cream pie. fluffy feels. no beta.

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: all i want is for this man to feed me noodles while i sit on his lap.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭  ♁  𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁ 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

There’s a rapping set of knocks at Tim’s door. The detective pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He could’ve sworn everyone had gone home for the night as he sat working in his dimly lit office. 

Tim raises his head, groaning from the creak in his neck from looking over the scattered images and paperwork of his latest case.

“Yeah?” He yells, hoping whatever it is can wait until morning.

His heart soars when his eyes land on your face. Your head peaks around the edge of the door with that same endearing smile that first captured his heart. 

“Hungry?” You dangle a piping hot bag of Chinese takeout in the air.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Tim muses with a grin. 

He leans back in his chair and rubs a hand over his tired features as you stalk around his cluttered desk. He cups your jaw as you lean in for a chaste kiss before setting the bag down next to the smattering of crime scene photos.

You do your best not to look at the carnage. How this sweet man was able to do this job day in and day out always amazed you. 

He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. His body is soft and solid in all the right places as you smooth your hands over his chest and curl around his broad shoulders.  

“Sorry I didn’t make it home.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, molding into your warmth.

You run your fingers along the nape of his nape and into his hairline, scratching his scalp and making him moan. Heat stirs deep in your belly hearing him make those wicked noises.

“That feels so nice.” He murmurs. You wiggle in his lap as he plants soft kisses against your skin. His lips and mustache tease that sensitive spot behind your ear.

Large hands latch onto your waist holding you steady against his growing cock. You couldn’t help but grind onto his half hard length with a soft whine. He pulls away from your skin and you flash him a smirk.

“We should eat before the food gets cold.” You suggest and move to rise from his lap but he stops you with a low growl.

“Not just yet.” He says flatly. 

You squeak when he places you on the edge of his desk and lays a hand on your clothed chest. “Lay back, Baby. I’m hungry.” He rolls his chair and slots himself between your spread thighs hiking your skirt over your hips.

He licks a hot stripe up the center of your panties adding to your already sweltering core and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Fuck, you smell good.” 

That was your only warning before he snapped the gusset of your panties like a rubber band and pockets the drenched material before smothering your pussy with his mouth.

Tim assaults your core with feverish delight, swirling his tongue in tight circles around your clit and landing sharp flicks that have your spine bowing off the desk. 

He sucks the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth, humming around the overstimulated button, and forcing a wrecked gasp from your lips. He strikes with precision, knowing just the right amount of pressure and suction needed to get you off. 

Your hands dive into his locks as he thrusts his tongue into your soaked center making you bite your cheek praying you don’t scream out loud in case any of his coworkers still happened to be in the building. 

He eats you like a wild animal and drinks down your sweet arousal as it floods from your folds. His hands ensnare your thighs keeping your writhing body still as he laps greedily at your weeping core.

Your limbs twitch from the hypersensual onslaught. The tingle in the base of your spine rises higher and higher until your orgasm explodes behind your eyes.    

Arousal pours from your pussy as he tips you over the edge. You slam your hands over your mouth, subduing a scream as your legs lock around his head. He laps at your creamy spend with a deep, chest rumbling growl. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good. Just what I needed.” Tim grunts as he pulls away. The lower half of his jaw is coated in a thin, shiny layer of arousal and he couldn’t look more pleased with himself. 

You’re spent. It takes all your energy to sit up even with his help making the both of you laugh. He chuckles as your head lolls backward when he scoops you into his arms. “C’mere, Baby.”

You dumbly nod as he tugs you into his lap once more but this time his naked cock stands at attention and brushes your drenched slit. The bulbous crown is pulsing red and leaking from the tip as he grasps the base with a tight fist.

“Want you to sit on me.” Tim softly commands. “Just want to feel you around me for a little bit.” 

You shift forward nudging your pussy on his swollen tip, desperate to have him inside of you. He steadies your hips as you slowly sink down, stretching your cunt around him until you’re seated at the wide base. 

His massive girth spreads your petals and molds your walls around him. It knocks the air from your lungs every time. “There you go. Good girl.”

The once tense man now looks sated and relaxed as he sits with you in his lap. He cradles your face in his palms and tenderly presses his lips to yours. He feels so big in every sense as his large body smothers you and his cock presses into the deepest depths of your cunt.

He breaks the kiss with a groan when he feels your core swirl. “Like feeling my cock buried deep inside you?”

You rake your fingers down his white button up, wishing you could move and feel that heavy drag that only his cock could elicit. His brow furrows at your pout. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

“I need to move. I need something.” You stir. 

Tim wraps his arms around your back, hushing your frazzled nerves as your head sags against a broad shoulder. He smoothes a hand up and down your back before eyeing the bag of food.  

He reaches for the now lukewarm box of Lo Mein. “Let me feed you, Baby.”

You lean back as he picks up a few noodles with his chopsticks. “Open wide.” He muses and carefully drops the salty food into your awaiting mouth.

The delicious food bursts on your tongue and distracts you from your current cock induced frenzied state. You happily chew the greasy noodles as he feeds them to you. “Gotta keep up your strength. You know how ravenous I can be.” He quips with a wink before taking a bite for himself.

You scoff and almost choke on the slippery noodles. “You okay there, Baby?” He jabs, pointing the chopsticks at you. 

“Shut up.” You swat his chest before dragging him into a fiery kiss. He groans into your mouth as your teeth nibble his plump bottom lip.

His cock twitches from the playful motion, pressing deeper into your core and making your core seize with a fresh wave of slick. 

With rogueish eyes, he chucks the half empty container on his desk. He tips his head in your direction and settles his feet firmly on the ground. “Prop yourself back. I wanna watch my cock split this tight, little cunt open.” 

Your elbows take the brunt of your weight as you lean back on his desk and put on a show for him. Arching your spine and exaggerating your curves in a lewd display. You get off on making the man beneath you pant like a dog.

His hands scramble for your clothed tits, needing to see them jiggle as he yanks your top down. His hands latch onto your naked flesh, pinching and sharply tugging your hardened nips. The obscene sounds that squeak from your throat drive him wild. 

“You needed a cock so bad that you’re taking it on my desk like a common whore.” He mockingly grunts.

The flesh of your bare ass smacks against his thighs on every downbeat, causing the knot in your belly to cinch tight. He lays a nimble thumb over your slicked stained clit and flicks the tiny bud making your cunt lock like a vice as your orgasm peaks suddenly.   

Tim grunts as your core quivers and milks his length. He ensnares your waist and bucks his hips, wildly fucking you through the overwhelming, blissful high. 

“That’s it, Baby. Grind that greedy cunt. Wanna feel you drip down my balls.” He swears under his breath. Your core convulses from his rough treatment as you smash your clit against the fine dark hair that peppers his pelvis.

The intense sensation makes your eyes go all glossy and dumb. You feel another orgasm quickly build in the base of your belly. Sticky, sharp thwaps reverberate off the walls as you meet his relentless thrusts.    

“You’re looking fucked out, Baby.” His eyes lock to where he’s spearing you open. “So fucking wet and gaping, it makes my cock throb.” 

Your belly flips at his crude words and they ignite your kindling orgasm, stoking it higher and higher until it smothers you completely. His balls draw up tight as your core clamps down around him with a delectable wail. He follows close behind, emitting a strangled noise that bursts from his chest as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

Your body twitches as he wraps his arms around you and lays you against his heated chest. Your hearts beat in tandem and he peppers soft kisses to the inside of your neck as the high slowly wears off. 

“How about we head home, Baby?” Tim says rubbing a warm hand along your back. You mumble an agreement into his neck making him lightly chuckle. “Come on, up you go.”

He holds you until you’re steady on your feet. You hiss as his release slips down your thighs after dismounting him. “Shit- where are my panties?” 

He looks concerned until you lift your skirt and show him the thick, gluey seed that’s drooling from your folds. His cock twitches at the sight. 

“Grab the food. We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” He commands, leaving out the part where his mouth was involved. He tugs your skirt down and shoves you toward the door despite your protest in finding your panties. 

He stops in his tracks and reaches into his pocket to reveal your lost panties. “Now do you really think I’d let these leave my clutches?” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he retaliates by swatting your ass and pushing you out the door. “Just for that, you don’t get them back.”

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[adam-scott]

FOOD IN MOVIES

CHEF (2014) dir. Jon Favreau

[andro-dino]

caught up on uprooted and as soon as I saw Peggy’s new design I immediately yelled “WIFE” so I had to draw her <3