#amenn

[chocohees]

and may sm NEVER give him veneers can i get an amen

[doofusschweetz]

@2am-anon YOUR WEAKNESS LOLLLL

for the funny aspec people in my machines

[tallytals]

everyone get up and say happy birthday to the one and only @rotisseries who will make you feel like you’re having a stroke and being enlightened at the same time with every conversation

[mimiikw0]

Okay, uhhh... I've been a ghost since I joined this account, admiring your art silently, but I just wanted to say that Nico is my favorite Faith OC, and John x Nico is so beautiful!!!!. I've loved everything you've posted so far, and I feel like their personalities go together really well. I'd love to see more of them in the future. I also wanted to say you seem like a fun person, and your art is really cute too. (Uhhh, I guess I woke up feeling like saying something nice...have a good day?)

Amen.

HELLOO I THINK I KNOW YOU I FOLLOW YOU ON PINTEREST METHINKS

THANK YOU SO MUCHH It's so so flattering having people compliment Johncole especially Nicole I love her sm and it's nice seeing people like her too so thank you sou muchh. I really love your art too I was surprised to see you following me 😣

Also ps to people who don't know Nico and Nicole are supposed to be different but I lack of name creativity so this kind of shocked me at first. I don't want people to get the wrong idea that I'm self shipping with John Ward 🙏

[watchingthecredits]

gooooooodnight 🛌🛌🛌

[violentdevotion]

[akuasucc]

[praesparo]

                    perseverance rewards patience, the air unknowingly kept in his lungs finally exhale, relief soothing the pain in his ribs. he knew that batting his lenses would work, creep under her fur & reach her beating heart. there was an underlying, unspoken, trust that they both shared & only sought out when absolutely needed. this was one of those occasions.

                    ❝ yes. finally.  ❞ ahem. he clears his throat, nodding along nonchalantly. ❝ i knew you'd see sense, cat.  ❞ he attempts to make light of the result, still following her until she stops moving. ❝ i suggest, first of all, that we don't run out on each other again. what if i can't stop you from going into the next exploding building?  ❞ peter knew it was unfair to put that burden on her shoulders, she could take care of herself. but it wasn't just about her. others were in danger & he knew she was way in over her head ... but so was he. ❝ now why don't we go show those guys how dangerous cats & spiders can be in the same room?  ❞

IT WAS NO EASY GAME, : EVEN THEY MADE IT SEEM EFFORTLESS, to make it seem like a dance. it was effective, it worked, ... but the grey would always clash with the primary colors. such is the game between THE CAT &. THE SPIDER, one with rules only they know, &. even those get bended ( by her, that is. ) ... &. despite all that, here they still are ; to this very same situation they always return. the trust between the two of them something that can not be unbroken, &. it speaks further volumes, GIVEN THIS SNEAKY FELINE FATALE!

EVEN WHEN HE WEARS THAT MASK, : SHE SEES HIS EYES BORE INTO HER SO CLEARLY. that classic, pleading look she knows all too well ... emphasized by that tune his voice takes. &. for a moment, she only looks at him, but it is clear that cunning mind contemplates. A MOMENT PASSES, ANOTHER ... then comes an tired exhale almost, as eyelids come to a close for the moment, ❝ fine. ❞ silvertongue dips some sharpness into the word, reluctance shown this way. yet regardless of it, she had agreed. ( what's on your mind, cat? ) her gaze searches his again. ❝ what do you suggest? ❞ this was a beginning, at least.

[nocturnalhe]

amenn!

[snailfen]

this image goes so hard. Amenn

[nothosword]

//baldr's bounty starter for @thelightofcreation !

It's easy to lose oneself. The night's temptations are many, and her good company provides a hearth on which to warm one's soul. As Fergus flaunts about, he slowly loses track of the sword on his hip. Tonight would be a magical night for gathering information about Beowolf--where he moved, how he lived, how Fergus could deepen his hatred--but a few drinks in, and he's half-sloshed and at another man's shoulder.

Thracia be damned, this is too much fun. The glow of merriment is not wasted on his amber eyes.

"Hey," he chirps, offering a friendly wink, "Fergus here. I'm new, mostly finding my way around these parts. But man, either I'm a Crusader or you look stiff!" He pats the minister down and hops off, plucking a mug of spiced wine from the table to push into his chest. If there is one thing he'll never forget, it's how company can always trek the long road. Be it fighting, travel, or just plain passing the time--everything is better with another. And he'd consider it a slight to his moral compass if he left poor Sephiran out of the fun.

"How many of these until you crack? I'd bet you're a whole different person when you spread your wings. If you aren't, I'll tell you a secret about myself."

✢⁎. fergalicious definition

[nauseantt]

amenn breakk

[lilith-1916]

Check out this article about the women of Dead Boy Detectives!

Also, @netflix, another call for you to announce Season 2

[endsfunniesart]

Your Archie post made me want to show you this meme I made a few months ago thank you for sharing your Archie art

YOURE SO REAL FOR THIS ONE wrinkly old hag maxie is the truest thing. AMENN 🙏🙏

[sunlessea]

pleased with itself indeed. he never stood a chance, with it hanging off of him like this : he barely even murmurs his approval for it before its hand slips 'neath his unbuckled slacks and garments alike, hot fingers curling around his hardening cock with little regard for silly human things like shame. he groans something erotic, too, falling back against its chest as much he can without obstructing his own exploration. he thinks hearing it praise him like that might've actually made his dick harder, too... he'll never live this down, but it's hard to care when he's too distracted by the way it starts stroking him like that... paired with the rough flicks of its fingers over his equally sensitive nipples, he really doesn't have a leg to stand on. jesus christ, it feels really good being touched by another—well, not a man, but whatever the hell shrouds is...

he's humiliated, of course. more so just because of hot heated he is over any real regard for who he's letting get him off at this point. their kisses don't really burn like he's heard the cappadocians do, but he can't help moaning where its teeth nip at the bruises it leaves behind on his neck, too. he may not let it bite him, but each time it leaves a mess of purples and blues along his skin, he always catches himself pulling it closer to his neck by the ear.

"shit—" he gasps a little too lewdly feeling it free his erection from the mess of his clothes. it can stroke the full length like that, and it leaves him shuddering against it. "that feels good..." he's not against honesty, no matter how whiny he can be. his face is red... "not shameful to long it says... were you thinking about this before you came here? you had to have been fantasizing, right? the hell was going through your head..." he holds himself well, for someone so turned on. even though his breathing is ragged, he manages to stay fairly clear, fingers only trembling a little bit where he works at undoing its zipper, too. he keeps fumbling in his excitement, each time it pumps his cock particularly roughly — it leaves him moaning, wilting against it, but when he's squeezed between its body and the tall banister in front of them, he thinks he can manage fine...

he's a little meaner than it is. rather than touching it directly, he presses his palm over the barely-covered height of its bulge, a thin layer of fabric remaining between them. he wraps his fingers around it in the way he's able like that, starting to work the erection a little more softly as he strokes his hand along it. he can feel it growing the more turned on it gets, and how... well endowed its species is, he doesn't think the remaining clothes will do much, once it's fully erect. "i guess i'm not the only one being good, am i," he murmurs, whining softly where its knee pushes 'tween his thighs. oh god... "you're so hot..." he seriously can't take hearing it praise him like that... he's obedient for it, at least, where it goads him, he listens, and however gently, for their slow pace, thrusts his cock into its hand as it teases him.

soon, he's got about the right of it. the tip of its dick has started to push out of its clothes, too, the band not tight enough to stop it once it's gotten hard enough. it really is big... he wraps his fingers around it and strokes the tip of it, thumb pressing into its head just as well. two could play that game. for all he acts tough, though, it has him writhing against it every time its fingers tug and tease his nipples... "you're the one who started up here," he whispers in complaint, swallowing hard. he can glance at it from the corner of his eye, where he's still half-collapsed against it. he knows it's trying to tease him, but his eyes narrow. "—considering this is your fault," he starts to speak, but stops abruptly, lascivious yelp 'pon his tongue as its knee presses harder between his thighs. oh, he'll kill it. he pauses teasing it and abruptly pushes forward from its back, arms wrapping over themselves on top of the railing so he can lay his head down over top of them. his eyes are closed, cheeks burning, but he sounds so put together.

"no, no, i really want to see what the hell your plan was here. you're the one who decided to jump me in the entryway. go on, then. what was the move here? how exactly did you picture going about this — taking me, right here?"

much as it might long to taste him proper, it is ever the sympathetic sort : that is to say, it has learned to stay its teeth where it matters most. it had promised him, after all, and it is nothing but a bat of its word ... if only with him, so clean-cut. and for all he'd complained in its quite simple request for a surplus of candles among his more modern amenities, it isn't hearing complaint now, where it hums 'neath every tease made with tooth and tongue, nipping and nibbling, but never breaking 'neath the surface. even the restraint has its own erotic appeal ... or so its settled thinking, where it sighs hot against his skin, trails its tongue over blossoming bruise. like nicotine, he's addicting—from his racing pulse 'neath its lips, to how his dick hardens 'neath its wandering touch. it seems well satisfied with itself too, despite the lack of its own equal stimulation. it wants to adore him, after all ... and who can blame it?

" mm, quite. " it hums, smug and annoyingly self satisfied, the same moment it presses further against him, head bowing into the crook of his neck where its tongue teases his pulse in some brief distraction from how it further weaves its arms 'round him. its laughter is breathless, sultry; but soft—pausing 'tween half-playful nips to his skin as its hand slips under slacks, fingertips drawing slow over his bulge before it murmurs quite the simple thing, right next to his ear—begging his assurance.

do you want this? an out, if he wanted : it would understand, retract its hands immediately and rebutton its blouse, though perhaps leave the candle lit just for the ambiance. it teases him all the while, restless; where it still palms over his growing erection, its free hand raises higher, shifting its hand beneath the fabric of shirt deftly-unbuttoned by its claws to circle the similarly hardening bud of his nipple, purring as it does 'neath its touch. at the very least, it offers no end of stimulation : but it is patient, where others like it are less, and it does little else 'til it hears him moan. and oh, it does not hesitate, too eager itself.

" good boy, that's what i wanted to hear ... " his permission, that's all it needed : more than his attention, oh it always had plenty of that—but it his of his own silent invitation that it's here at all, able to hold him so scandalously. it shifts to slip its hand under his underclothes now, fingers curling excitedly around his length instead of teasing them over his shaft as it had been. it's careful, where the angle does not make it easy, not to push him too hard 'gainst the stairwell as it starts to stroke his equally eager cock. he's gotten so excited already ... it thinks its grinning against his neck when it isn't kissing it, at this point. " i have nothing to be ashamed of, love, i want you terribly, it is not shameful to long. " such strikingly romantic sentiments from a creature then pumping his cock to goad it free from its few restraints. it doesn't need to undress either one of them in full to tease him; and the extra space helps, allows it opportunity to slow the strokes of its palm to tease fingertip 'gainst his head, purr rumbling 'gainst his back. " ah— there you go, mio dolce, that's good ... " and then he pulls it closer, and it stumbles—however slight—less graceful a transition of nudging its knee 'tween his thighs to beg them part, but grace is hardly what it's keeping, given how hard even it is from so little. it has to bite its own lip 'stead of his skin, breathing in through its teeth where it fails to stifle its moan, and then fails to steady its sigh. its words are starting to waver. " very, ah— v - very good ... "

it feels good. both being able to play at grinding against his ass the same as it shifts its hips back enough to allow him explore too. his uncertainty, from curiosity alone, is charming; at the very least, it begs its own heart to race. "mm ... " its lost in thought, and all at once, it seems to stop stimulating him entirely in every place except his chest, where its fingers still pinch, tug, and tease. it brings its strokes along his length to pause, though it doesn't unravel itself, favoring instead drawing its thumb over the crease of his head, sparing some small pressure where it hums, almost contemplative. " hardly the appropriate setting is it... " it paused on purpose! would he glance back at it, its distant gaze isn't distant at all : it keeps glancing back to look at him, trying to stifle a smirk in favor of a more peaceable smile as if it too isn't flushed pink. " what do you think, sweet lamb? should i take you, right here? " as if to emphasize it's point, it presses its knee a little harder where it rests between his legs, a small ounce of friction, a hint of relief. " or ... would you prefer someplace a little more comfortable? what do you want? " the options are true, no matter how cheeky its features rest. it's having fun.

[akuasucc]