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[paintedcrows]

Biting you. Biting you. Biting-

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Marvel's Squirrel Girl: The Unbeatable Radio Show! | All of Erik Lehnsherr's Call-In's

Episodes featured: The Fate of My Universe The Sinister Six Are No More Who Would Win In A Fight? Unbeatable

Full Podcast Playlist (Spotify)

Credits below:

Written by: Ryan North

Directed by: Giovanna Sardelli

Voice Cast: Milana Vayntrub - Squirrel Girl/Doreen Green Crystal Lucas Perry - Nancy Whitehead Leo Sheng - Koi Boi/Ken Shiga Davied Morales - Chipmunk Hunk/Tomas Lara-Perez Erica Schroeder - Tippy T. Squirrel Rob Nagle - Erik Lehnsherr

Key Art: "Squirrel Girl Infinity Comic (2022)" by Derek Charm - Doreen, Nancy, Ken, Tomas, Tippy "Magneto (2023)" by Todd Nauck - Erik

[antlersish]

Perks of dating a goblin rogue: him stealing enough jewelry and trinkets to make you feel pretty again (even with the new horns)

EDIT: faces :)

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

GASP! lemme screenshoot this one really quick and update my "~Vasily standing in the background~" post!

[laylakeating]

HIGH POTENTIAL 1.02: Dancers in the Dark

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

You know what, yandere Lucifer being a horrified medical professional at MC's condition. Very little NSFW but still enough to make me put a below the cut just in case

Yandere Lucifer brainrot (NSFWish)

Lucifer was called to look after the sick Solomon decendent

While he didn't exactly appreciate being interupted from his pleasant chat with Gamigin, if it was for you he could make an exception.

The voice on the phone talked some nonsense about a Christmas cold, but it was common for the less than enlightened in the field of medicine to make up strange names for already known deseases

He got up and brought Marbas along just to be sure, but what he found was simply pitiful

You were on the bed, exhausted, shivering, simply pathetic... I mean, more than usual...

Lucifer stared with pity and concern... yet he has had to deal with much worse. What really shocked him was one he did some questioning to the kings and they admited they knew the cure to your issue yet refused to administer it to you.

Under Lucifer's terrifying glare, the other kings' pride disipated as fast as it formed. The fallen angel only whispered and the crowd left the room.

He was aware of the other devils' incompetance, but this was something else. Were they that wrapped up in their grandious fantasies of fairytale romance that they didn't realise just how much pain they were forcing onto you?

While the others, under Lucifer's command, ran to get that cure, he had a patient to take care of him.

You were barely awake, fever overtaking your fragile, useless body, Lucifer gently pet your head, stroking your hair gently. The same pity he felt for Gamigin so many years ago, he started getting overcomed by once more.

"Child of Adam... stay with me. You shall not suffer in my pressence. Rest well for I am here to help you. Shh..."

His voice lulls you into a relaxing rest. You don't even have any other unholy thoughts your head empty, only rest in your mind.

You awaken to the feeling of a syringe being injected into you with surgical precission, the liquid inside calming your feverish impulses.

Before you could make sense of your situation, Lucifer was holding you like a baby and petting your back, humming a sweet song.

He sits down, placing you on his lap, licking the fresh tears from your cheeks, leaving butterfly kisses wherever he dragged his tongue. He felt particularly loving right now, your tears... those damn tears...

Salty tears dragging down your face, leaving wet trails for him to follow up to your shiny eyes. Even when at your filthiest, those tears cleaned the dirt and purified your soul, showing Lucifer what he always loved most, your innocence. You were but a newborn in his ancient eyes, a new born that was clearly being handled poorly by the six kings.

You were so weak! And the kings clearly didn't have your better interest at mind. He decided that the only thing he can do is take you under his wing and protect you from the dangers outside.

Maybe you would try to escape his grasp, maybe you'll just accept your fate, it doesn't really matter what you want, Lucifer can rewrite the laws of nature, your will is no match for his devine powers

He would constantly do check-ups on you, make sure that your body functioned properly, though you're starting to question some of his methods.

Sure, him holding you by the throat while you sit on his lap, your back to his chest, is totally to check your pulse and nothing else

The ways he orders you to bend are just to test your flexibility, his gropping is to check your skin for lumps, he only makes you cockwarm him so he can get a proper feel of your internal temperature, the tears that cascade down your visage are just a plus in his books, your way of thanking him for the care

Don't you dare complain about him. You remeber getting sick? How all the other kings so selfishly witheld the medicine from you in your time of need. You don't want that again, do you?

In all honestly, he is the best doctor ever, so at least you get free unlimited health care

[idliketobeatree]

10. in the meanwhile as you chop down our roots measure out D E V O T I O N add lantern oil stir the concoction counter-clockwise. leave it to simmer on the lowest heat. [charles' book of secrets] poem by me art quote by @wordsinhaled

[yakamozz3]

More Sasuke smut 🫦

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❝backshots (≧◡≦) ♡❞

༄ 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔：sasuke uchiha x reader

༄𝒯𝒲／𝒞𝒲：18+ mdni, established relationship, fem!reader, pwp, choking, not proofread, possible dacryphilia, p in v sex, unprotected sex

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: pent up after a mission, sasuke just needs some stress relief <33

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Sasuke fucking you from behind while you were practically trembling underneath him from how hard he’s been fucking you, was truly a sight to see. Him coming home from a mission and being kind of pent up was nothing new, but today the usual greeting at the front door of your shared home that consists out of a big hug and countless kisses, ended up in you on your shared bed on all fours.

To him you just looked too fucking pretty, even from behind. The way you just arched so perfectly for him taking ever last inch of his thick cock into your drooling cunt until you couldn’t take him any further, the way your cute pussy clenched around him and even gripped his cock while creating a white circle of your juices on the base of it and even the way your ass shaked with each of his hard thrusts. He loved it. No, he savoured it. The feeling of your warm gummy like walls tightening and clenching around him made his mind just go blank, and you could feel it. His large hands that were holding you in place by your hips and occasionally smacking your ass, with fingers that were now digging even deeper into your soft skins than before.

sasuke started ramming his cock even deeper into your warm walls, his one hand traveling from your waist to your neck, forcing you up as he lowers himself down so that he’s next to your ear. Whatever filth hes whispering into your ear right now, you didn’t hear tho, you didn’t even register it because of how cock drunk you were. You were a complete moaning mess, lewd sounds escaping your plump parted lips with each of his sharp thrusts. His huge dick bullying his way into your pussy just felt too good, his cock filling you up to the brim making every single thought that was left in your head completely disappear.

With each sound you made, each one of his thrusts and each time your pussy clenched around him so harshly, sasuke felt his own release getting closer and closer. Planting kisses alongside of your neck, your tear stained cheeks pressing against his head he picked up his pace one more time until he was practically railing you as if there was no fucking tomorrow.

You were a moaning mess already but the fast pace of sasukes hard thrusts and the sensation of his lips against your neck, his balls that were slapping against your poor clit ultimately sent you over the edge. With a loud moan that escaped your lips and your legs on the verge of giving up, your pussy clenched one last time around him, drenching his thick cock in your juices as he fucked you through your orgasm. As he fucked you through your high, his own released finally washed over him. With one last thrust he came inside of you letting out and almost guttural groan as he does, painting your walls white with his thick creamy cum as he nuzzled his head into the crook of you neck.

[yayasvalveplay]

seeker heats mid war...

The agitation. They start acting less coherent. Getting angry over the slight shift of their plating. But they can't take off the armor! They are stuck. Extremely horny for like a week and it gets painful but they don't have time.. releasing that sickly sweet smell that sticks if they choose to nest in a cave or a canyon. Probably causing a bit to think that there's a seeker nearby but it was the results of them staying there for a while

Imagine their sudden recklessness gets them caught? Starscream getting so angry at the seekers that he miscounts how many days they stayed. And they probably go willing because Megatron doesn't care his military is hindered by extreme horniness (lmao). Starscream and the trine lead the small march it takes. To get to wherever the autobots are.

And said autobots are confused... why are they so calm? They're only irritated? What's that smell?

Or tldr. Seekers join the autobots because their heat hit at the worst time and they get taken care of there rather than ignored in the deception ranks

*Me looks at the amount of ships I have grabbed for these seekers alone* Oh, the entire arc/ those that are willing. taking care of the pretty birds needs. Starscream alone had garnered a harem. Bumblebee, Ratchet, Skyfire, and Mirage, along with their mates. Skywarp and Thundercracker getting taken care of by the others who are willing to pop their pannels.

The only one in the Nemisis who isn't happy about the seekers. mostly Starscream leaving, is Soundwave. Image just in the middle of a meeting Soundwave storms out after showing life feed of the seekers getting railed in the communal area. The feed is still showing when Soundwave gets there and JOINS.

Megatron and the rest of the Decepticon cast are just horrified, and no one knows how to turn it off.

[wildsaltair]

Security

Pairing: Maximus Decimus Meridius x reader

Rating: T (fluff, with a tiny hint of hurt/comfort)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List: @enjisbf, @nasatshirts, @empressenchanted, @streets-in-paradise, @xiscamoony, @aelondrias

Author’s Note: Very short little fic that I wrote sort of as a follow-up to Nightmare, but it works as a standalone one-shot too. As always, it's written with the fullest measure of my love, and it's representing all the longing y'all get to witness every day on this melodramatic blog. I love Maximus, and I hope this little fic does him justice :) Thank you for reading!

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Your love is asleep beside you, breathing deep and slow against your neck. After yet another day of backbreaking work in the harvest, he’s exhausted, and all he had the strength to do was pull off his tunic and fall into bed beside you.

You are just as tired, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to fall asleep just yet. You’re too transfixed by him.

In sleep, his face is so peaceful, so free from the worry lines and the intensity he wears through the day. In sleep, his face is relaxed and soft, surrendered to the safety he feels in your bed.

You smile knowing that sharing your bed is his first experience with sleeping so peacefully. He came to you wounded and hunted, having barely escaped an assassination attempt and with nowhere else to go. Though your first few months were fraught with distress and fear, you have both settled into your home with the knowledge that you are safe from the outside world, that his past has been laid to rest and left behind. He still carries his burdens, but they are easier to bear when he can release them at night.

You let your eyes trace over his features now, amazed as always at the sweetness and beauty of the man who holds your heart. His eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheeks, the lines beside his eyes less furrowed.

He’s sleeping as he usually does: on his back with your head on his chest, his left arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively, his head tilted against yours. His right hand clasps yours where it rests on his waist, moving gently every time he breathes.

Tilting your head back, you smile to yourself as the sounds of his deep breathing reach your ears. The sound only reassures you that he’s sleeping well, undisturbed by anything.

You often remember his first few nights with you — how after making love, he would lie awake for some time, trying to fall asleep. He was always on guard during those days, always attuned to any sign of trouble. He slept with one eye open for months.

And quite often, you would wake to find him up, making a round through the house or in the yard, paranoid about what could be lurking outside. Many were the nights you had to coax him back to bed, assuring him that no one had come for him in the night.

And the nightmares. Those terrible nightmares that plagued him for months.

Once, he awoke in the middle of choking you, having acted out of terror in the middle of a dream. You were afraid he would never trust himself to sleep with you again, but together you worked through it. He’s had nightmares many times since, but they have grown fewer and tamer in the past few months.

That thought makes you smile as well: knowing that your presence beside him at night helps keep his nightmares at bay.

As if in response, the man turns in his sleep, rolling onto his side to face you. He’s still sound asleep, his breath rumbling in his powerful chest, but his right arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You are all too happy to snuggle closer to him. The nights have grown colder, and his body is a never-ending source of heat for your bed. You enthusiastically burrow into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin and tangling your legs with his.

Your heart warms knowing that he reaches for you even in his sleep. Many are the nights he has whispered your name in his sleep, groped his hands to find you in the night. Somehow his heart seeks you even when he sleeps.

He pulls you even closer, his breath softening as if he is stirring a little from his sleep, but he does not awaken. Shifting his weight to press against you more fully, he rubs one broad hand up and down your back, fingers brushing your spine.

Without meaning to, you arch your back in response, pushing your body tighter against his. He lowers his chin as though he were awake, dragging his lips across your forehead before coming to rest against the top of your head.

Your smile comes again, unbidden, warm as the heat radiating off his body.

So many nights, you have lain in this very bed and ached with loneliness. How many cold nights you spent huddled under blankets, wishing for a lover to share your home and bed, to fill you with a warmth that would go beyond your body. This man fills every empty spot in your heart, thrills and soothes and pleasures you in every possible way.

And what a joy it is to know that you have done the same for him, that your love is his safety, his delight, and his peace.

With a knot of emotion rising in your throat, you tilt your head back to press the lightest of kisses against his exposed neck. He stirs slightly, his breath ghosting across your ear, and you just rest your lips against his neck to breathe in his scent.

Earth, sweat, and something else distinctly him. It’s a scent you now associate with comfort, companionship, and warmth.

You kiss him again, wanting to touch him somehow even though he’s asleep. His neck is smooth and warm under your lips, and he stirs again, this time shifting his arms closer around you. He tilts his head a bit to the side as if to give you better access.

Then he makes a sound, almost a moan, almost a sleep-muddled whisper, but you know it’s your name. It’s your name he murmurs in his sleep, when he feels your gentle brushes of affection against his skin.

You smile against his neck, resting your mouth there so he won’t awaken. He remains tensed a moment longer, so you lightly run your hands over him to soothe him back to a deep sleep.

His muscles are coiled under your touch, every inch of his body a tribute to softness and strength. His chest moves against yours slowly, and you gently rub your hands over his ribs, his sides, his hips. He finally relaxes, sighing contentedly as he drifts back into a deeper sleep.

Just before he does, though, you feel him lift his hand, stroke it down the back of your head once. His fingers tangle in your hair, and he nuzzles your face gently, brushing his smooth skin and spiky beard against your cheek.

He hums with pleasure, settles himself against your body, then buries his head in your neck and falls back to sleep.

You follow him soon after, cradling him in your arms while you listen to the steady cadence of his breath and the lovely thump of his heartbeat. You thread your fingers in his dark hair until your strength fades into sleep, just long enough to feel him relax completely in your arms.

All the lonely nights, all the sorrow, all the uncertainty — it’s all been worth it for this moment, and for all the moments that have come before and will come after.

Your love is asleep in your arms, whispering your name and holding you close to his chest, and you can both sleep in the peace and satisfaction of a love that transcends everything else.

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More of my fanfiction if you're so inclined :)

[horrorshowcliche]

trying to get back into digital art

[a-dance-for-two]

Wukong with an immortal s/o

With every relationship, Wukong ends up drifting away and waiting for them to die

When you come along, in all your glory, and immortality as a bonus, he couldn’t be happier

He showers you in affection constantly

Wukong still ends up leaving to go on months-long ‘vacations’, but he feels much more comfortable doing so, now that he knows that you’ll be there when he’s back

Of course, he still feels bad

So he gives you gifts of cuddles and peaches to make up for it

Every day, he finds a new story to tell you and a new way to show his affection

He never gets bored of you, and never will

[short666bread]

[meep-meep-richie]

It’s been 3 months since their break up

[mrspockomakeitso]

The real mystery of the x files is how mulder keeps his job for so many years

[bhaalist-inquisition]

Durge: Gortash and I are in love. Ketheric: You've tried to kill each other. Durge: "You've have tried to kill each other"- yes and? Do you have a problem with true love? Gortash: It's called foreplay, Ketheric, look it up.