#cw nsfw-ish

[certainty2witch]

Omg this has been my head since for forever, Imagine this 6 year old luffy having a nigntmare and decide to go the croc and dragon bedroom to ask for comfort but catchs them love making ,And calles daddy what are you doing? Croc and dragon stop and gets super embarrassed how are they gonna explain to luffy. Any hcs?👀👀👀

By the way this is no art request just ask.

Well i could try to draw something NOT nsfw about it haha it could be funny but idk

I need a suggestion from people, I should?

Oh geez this situation unfortunately can happen 😳 ehm well I think Dragon would be the one to explain everything to Luffy. Croc would just cringing too much for even talking.

Dragon would say they are you know trying a new type of power move, but he shouldn’t try that because is too young and Dragon would add that is probably a logia thing (yeah I repeat even in this post, I’m a “dragon is a wind logia” believer) so it wouldn’t be effective with him.

But Luffy probably wants to sleep with them, and they are naked 😅 so i imagine Croc turning into sand for escaping and put his clothes on, while Dragon would stay there wrapped in the blanket keep explaining things.

Then Croc, fully dressed, starts playing with Luffy so their kid wouldn’t notice Dragon dressing up too.

Poor Croc and Dragon that night they would sleep awkwardly after that… next time lock the door first 😙

[jimekki]

Of course I needed to do this one! An nsfw piece from @noa-ciharu’s fic; I love it so so much! 🥰🥵❤️❤️ Wolf!Seishirou cannot wait to casually come across with Subaru after stalking him so he can eat twice again 😎 Subaru, for other random reasons that have nothing to do with wolf-san of course, spends more time in the woods with his basket full of food while is body is feeling strangely hot 😳

If you haven’t done it yet, read Noa’s fic here

Full nsfw illustration available on my Twitter

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

[static-scribblez]

Why is there so many porn bots in the will wood tag

Like.. hello ladies, I think you lot are lost; we’re not here to pound you against the kitchen floor, we’re here to pound our heads and sob against the kitchen floor

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley, Lovably Pissed Grumpy Cat Editon:

cw: alcohol and alcoholic consumption

If you thought sober Simon had grumpy cat tendencies, drunk Simon is on another level of grumpy cattiness, complete with the way he'll look up and squint his eyes in catty judgment every time you cease to stop scratching his scalp. Fuck you stop for, lovie?

Simply put: Splooting and snoring. On you.

Simon getting the munchies after a night out and snacking on your favorite snacks, y'know, the ones that don't (lovingly) hold a candle to his? Simon confesses that actually yeah, you do have good taste in food and you're the reason why his taste buds aren't so shitty anymore. The food choices are just one more thing to lovingly bicker about, sweetheart.

Your big bear of a soldier being a bit more talkative than normal while pissed. It's not uncommon for you two to be laid up, staring at the ceiling, and conversing about life. One time, Simon pensively revealed that "Mum and Tommy would've liked you and Pa would've been jealous..."

Similarly, Simon confessing all these life plans he had in mind for the two of you, what he'd do after he left the military, how you two would spend the rest of your lives together, travel, and annoy the Cap'n. Maybe. More than likely. OH, and he can finally stay naked all day and sleep in with you. This being said from the bathroom where he's taking the longest piss known to man. Oh, Simon. ❤️

Hand holding. Drunk Simon really loves to hold your hand. Loves to intertwine your fingers and compare the sizes. Gushes about how soft yours feels compared to his. Always talks about how you two "fuckin' fit" and if he could, he'd hold your hand forever.

Drunk texting you like crazy. Even when he's right beside you. Simon wants you to know that he loves you and that your ass is better than any pillow he's slept on. Er, thank you, Si-bear.

Speaking of drunk texting, remember when he let the fellas know he's a missus now? Yeah, he also spoke of the wedding plans. The Cap'n would give him away, Gaz would be the best man, and Johnny would be the flower girl but because he's, y'know, Soap, he'll just spray bubbles or some shit instead of throwing petals. OH, and that he really wants a Spring wedding but whatever color they choose for said wedding, please don't pick the color purple because it's overrated and washes him out. Huh???

After Simon suggests you two adopt Soap, he comes home with a drunken Johnny in tow and introduces him like he just got him. From somewhere, you guess. Simon goes on and on about how you two have to be good "role models" for Johnny as if he isn't a grown man who had good role models growing up. The picture you snapped of them cuddled up together on the couch (that you later shared with Gaz) sleeping the alcohol off was worth it, and Simon would much rather you and Soap not talk about it. Ever. ("What we have is special, Lt.—" "That'll fuckin' DO—")

Simon telling you that, as your missus, he, too, will wear a wedding band. On his cock. Because you love his cock and you love him. OH, and because he won't lose it when he's deployed. They don't call it a cockring for nothing, lovie.

[shinayashipper]

these two are the type who will play *Games* at Work, smh

[starlene]

I redrew the Utterson/Jekyll sketch that almost broke my scanner. The new one only crashed my photoshop once, which I'm choosing to interpret as a good sign.

Unfortunately though, as often happens with these things, I like the first sketch better despite everything wrong with it. So heck it. I'll just post them both.

Based on that fic I wrote last week.

[somnambulant-snowball]

[image descriptions: Chahut is at a festival. she says "hot girl summer is over". the scene changes and she's now in front of a haunted house. she continues "it's officially time for haunted whore Halloween!" / end ID]

text sources: mikaababy on tumblr]

good news and bad news! but not in that order.

[colgatebluemintygel]

Hello lovely!! How are you!!! Hope you've had an amazing week!!!!!! Could I maybe possibly ask for a little sneak peek so my day can be made!!!😇😇😇😇

THANK U ANON i did <3 hope u had a nice week too !! here is a little rough snippette sneaky peek ty for ur patience xxxxxx

Sirius twists his hips as he grinds down against him, and Remus pulls back from the kiss to moan, their lips connected by a string of saliva. Sirius bites his lip—he’s driving Remus fucking mental with the lip biting—and gently tugs the curls at the nape of Remus’s neck. Sirius's fingertips tease his sensitive scalp, and Remus thinks desperately about flipping him over and pinning him to the bed. He’d lick every inch of Sirius’s body, edge him right to the absolute precipice before fucking him hard and fast, leaving the impression of his teeth on his throat. “Please,” Sirius moans as Remus arches up against him. His lips are spit-slick. His eyes are dark and liquid. Remus has never seen a prettier sight. “I need it, need y—” Sirius’s mouth drops open in a silent moan as Remus teases his nipple through the fabric of his shirt. “I, fuck, I—please, Remus.”