#he’s so sexy i want to eat him

[landoncrris]

oh my god he is so attractive what the actual fuck

[throwmethroughawindow]

ace is a messy whiny pussy eater, you cannot tell me otherwise

begging and whimpering for more, devouring you over and over until you’re crying bc you’re so overstimulated and he begs for “just one more baby, you taste so good”

kissing and licking your thigh as you ride out your last orgasm, your pussy squeezing his fingers as he praises you and thanks you; promising to do this for you every day of his life if you’d let him

UGH UGH UGH

Blame @terarria-sunflower FOR THESE HORNY ASS TJOUGHTS!!!!‼️‼️‼️

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price eating grapes. 👀🍇

[torawro]

i like ‘em a little insane, covered in blood and severely mentally unstable <3

[lycanr0t]

*eyes snap open* laios' love language being consuming something. making it yours. making it a part of you. laios being so in love with chil that he has to eat him in the 100% literal sense. laios cutting him up and tearing him open with his hands and teeth and eating his flesh and organs and maybe even sharing with chilchuck himself. laios eating all of chil to make him a part of laios forever because that's what love is

[pawzofchaos]

Happy V Day uhh here’s like fake pins and shit for Cherrisnake + one of those like old sexy character things for Pent cuz he needs more merch

I was upset abt Hazbin not getting that much new merch, so I made my own lmaooo. I have more design ideas for the rest of the ships in the cast, but I know I’m not getting that shit done by the end of tmr, so take these for now

[mymarifae]

me: i finished the latest trailblaze mission in hsr so i can look at what other people are posting now! oh boy i hope it's discussions and theories about the story. i can't wait to see what everyone thought about firefly (what was going on with you sweetie...) and A Child's Dream - that segment in particular really left a profound impact on me. like who is mikhail? the voice we hear throughout is obviously misha's - did he have a twin? does mikhail have something to do with clockie? and from what we heard and saw, misha or... mikhail. encountered the embodiment of Death that lurks beneath the dreamscape. what's... the full story there...? i can't wait to see other people's perspectives it'll help me piece a more coherent theory together-

other hsr fans: *thirstposting about aventurine and/or dr. ratio, trying to cancel sparkle even though the entire point of her character is that yes she's a horrible person because it's high time we see how DANGEROUS and CRUEL the masked fools can be - no more reducing them to the silly wacky hijinks sampo pulled on jarilo; you should be scared of these guys; the game's story never wanted you to make sparkle your next skrunkly blorbo babygirl lol, heated discussions about whether dr. ratio displayed the same racism towards aventurine that sparkle did and if that makes aventurine/ratio a bad thing to ship (??????????), more thirstposts about aventurine, 500 billion generic yaois of aventurine and ratio that don't even maintain either of their characters*

me:

[rist-ix]

https://www.tumblr.com/rist-ix/749015401700229120 not you reblogging this when you ship bloom with the man who murdered her family 😭

Bloom's into ppl who slay! Hope this helps :3

[meerkatzthings]

he’s so sexy it’s genuinely ruining my life

(@/sturnscentral edit on tt)

[fuwahua]

Hewwo hewwo! I request some dimiclaude with uhhhh hips for the spot? Maybe lee!claude? TYSM 🙏🏽✨

🎧 DAY 11 : HUG

Tags: Dimiclaude (FE3H), Post-war timeskip, Established relationship, cuddling

(Hewwo throwing some more FE your way!! Pretend this isn't super late omg but I hope you enjoy the little guys~ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ )

There’s something magical about winter Faerghus at twilight. It’s the combination of dimming moonlight reflecting off the snow-covered grounds, broken only by the lanterns lit by the city’s dwellers, and the songs that travel the halls of the castle at dawn’s peak, illuminating the skies with not just the rising sun but the prayers of the people who inhabit it. A solid twenty or so minutes in which the kingdom entirely transforms.

“Come back inside, love. It’s cold out.”

It’s also right when Dimitri rises from bed.

Claude hums, unmoving from his perch at Dimitri’s balcony. When the Fodlan letter first arrived at his doorstep in Almyra, he’d thought the hallucinogens had finally kicked in—three years he’d spent working to rebuild his reputation after returning from Fodlan with his tail between his legs, only to be fed a golden spoon with the offer of an alliance across nations. He hadn’t responded at first, thinking it to be a prank, only for the second to come in. Sometime between the fifth and eighth letter and the third tightly packed bundle of dried pheasant jerky, Tiana convinced him to give the king a chance.

“Love?”

The poorly-hidden confessions in the letters might have played a role in that decision.

“Mmm, I hear you,” Claude says. The soft sound of Dimitri’s steps padding closer to him are gentle, so unlike the man who once stared him down the battlefield with vengeance burning in his eyes, yet no less genuine. Dimitri’s hand hovers over his waist, hesitant, until he leans back into it. Claude grins, eyes flicking up. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Dimitri greets. His gaze roams from Claude to his kingdom and back, confusion evident. “Is there something the matter?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why not come back inside? It’s cold out here.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“You’re shivering.”

Is he? Claude furrows his brows, concentrating on his grip on the balcony only to blink in surprise that he is. The waking sounds of the kingdom have blocked out the quiet clicking of his chattering teeth. That, and maybe he tends to get lost in thought more often these days. “Huh, so I am.”

“Claude. Come inside, please.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he sighs, waving away Dimitri’s concern. He grins at the weary look on the other, huddling closer and pulling Dimitri’s arms tight around his middle. It’s a little unfair to take advantage of Dimitri’s morning cuddliness to his advantage, but a few hugs never hurt anyone. “You can just keep me warm like this, right?”

“This is hardly an appropriate—”

“Faerghus sure is pretty in the morning. It would’ve been nice to see this together back when we were students.”

Dimitri falls quiet at that. His exhale is gentle, a warm puff of breath that mists up the air before them, as they overlook the hustle and bustle of dawn. It might be pride in his nation, colored by Claude’s unsubtle compliment, that keeps him rooted, just as likely as it is affection. Secretly, he’d like it to be a bit of both. They stay like that, warmed by each other, before Dimitri speaks again. “As much as I’d love to spend the day with you here, I’m afraid that we have a diplomatic meeting scheduled for eight with the Archbishop.”

“Teach? They won’t mind if we’re late.”

“Lady Judith will be there as well.”

Yeesh. Claude grimaces, picturing the scowling woman’s face with ease. If she knew he was spending his morning cuddling with Dimitri instead of preparing for the new trade routes… yeah. No thanks. “Well, that doesn’t motivate me to get ready at all.”

Dimitri huffs a laugh at that, resting his head above Claude’s. His chin is less pointy now than it used to be, filling out in the years apart as the kingdom has come together; some bemoan the king’s formerly waifish junior self, but Claude much prefers him wider—well-slept, for one, and guilt-free in his indulgence. It’s what he’d wanted for the other back in Garreg Mach and he’d always believed in “better late than nothing”.

It’s with that thought that he reclines back, staring shamelessly at Dimitri’s face. Rounder cheeks, longer hair… most noticeably is his eyes, azure colored warm with affection and no longer the haunting, piercing gaze that once lingered around the prince. Some would say the king looks kinder now, sweeter.

If only they knew how sweet he could be. Claude reaches upwards to pull Dimitri down into a kiss, gentle; the other’s arms falling to settle on his hips and pull him back. He purses his lips, waiting, but—

“Ah! Hey now, careful.”

“Mm?”

“Your hands,” Claude points out, squirming as they ghost over the gaps of his corsetting, knuckles brushing the divots of his hips. “T-they’re distracting me.”

“Are they?” Dimitri asks, hair spilling over Claude’s shoulder as he hugs him tight, enveloping him with ease in his arms. He squeaks at the sudden, harder presses against his hips, fingers spreading in a gentle caress before rubbing deeper indents against him that has Claude squirming, laughter escaping him into the cold morning air. “I didn’t notice.”

Liar! “Dimihihehehetri! Stahahap—you’re tickling mehehehehe!”

“I’m just trying to help you warm up, love. You know I’d hate to let you freeze.” And oh, oh, that’s not quite fair, whispers of devotion against his ears even as betraying hands dig away at his weak points, digits burrowing beneath the wrinkled fabric and splaying wide as his cheeks flush red. Claude’s head shakes meekly, hands tugging away at Dimitri’s sleeves.

“I’m wahahahaharm!”

“You’re shaking, still.”

“Thahahahahat’s because eheheHEHE of you!”

Dimitri shakes his head regretfully, though the clear smile stretched across his face does nothing to convince Claude of his authenticity. “I promise I’ll leave you be if you come inside. And I’ll go out first to distract Lady Judith as well.”

Ooh, that little—if he weren’t too busy laughing his head off, he’d share certain words with Dimitri’s little promise. Unfortunately, Dimitri’s hands take that opportunity to pry under his coat, cold air tingling against his skin only to light up seconds later as fingers dig in.

Claude squirms, knees buckling, as Dimitri’s nails scratch at his weak points and leaves him breathless with protesting laughter. He feels like a wild wyvern, screeching and flailing in the air but ultimately unable to free himself from Dimitri’s tickling hug. That inability to move, and the reminder that he’ll be teased about this for eternity if Judith finds them in this position, finally breaks through. “I’ll gohahaHA IN! EnouGHAHAAHAA!”

A huff of air escapes Dimitri as Claude elbows him in the stomach, finally relinquishing his hold and chuckling as Claude takes the opportunity to hop out of his embrace, shooing him away with one hand. He raises his hands innocently, backing away when Claude’s eyes narrow towards him despite panting. “I… will get you… back.”

Panic flits by Dimitri’s face. “L-Love, I just—”

“After,” Claude adds, “our meeting with Byleth and Judith.” The panic almost seems to worsen as Dimitri realizes that he now has at least several hours’ worth of anticipation for Claude’s vengeance to unveil itself. It takes but a moment for Dimitri’s shoulders to sag, resigned to his fate; Claude grins at the sight, straightening up and smoothing down his coat before winking. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice.”

“Truly?”

“Sure. I’ll make sure to warm you allll up.”

He laughs as Dimitri whimpers. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.

[thebrainofocto]

A lil something for the Feemor girlies (me)

His mission was longer than expected

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Haunted Palace (1963) director Roger Corman

[citrine-elephant]

post re4 leon probably has the urge to actually bite people and has to heavily rein that in

[inkykeiji]

btw i luv how sukuna having a praise kink is canon lmao <3333 daddy sukuna is reallll (i'm gonna make a compilation video one day for personal research purposes)

sERIOUSLY JUST LIKE;;;;; the things that come out of that man’s mouth i swear to god!!!!!! they make my thighs clench and my stomach tense!!! want me to praise you? like hell fuckin yeah i do daddy <333 he’s just so condescending it’s so sexy ugh <3 and i’ve mentioned this before but like his japanese voice actor does such a good job sounding bored and indifferent—like he doesn’t give a single fuck about anything—while still managing to imbue just a hint of amusement in his tone, as if he finds all of this so funny, as if it’s all one big private joke only he is privy to <3

[bookrat]

Looks like a Livestock guardian dog. Pyrenees mix? Absolutely stunningly beautiful baby. 😍 If so, stranger-danger is par for the course. Don't be defeated if a tiger won't change stripes.❤️ Congrats on prettiest baby. ~

Thanks~

The people who gave him to me thought he was a lab/standard poodle(definitely not poodle, and labs aren't the only black dogs in the world), but my guess is great pyrenees mix too. He's even got a hind dewclaw.

Whatever he's mixed with, he didn't get a purely LGD personality and I'm having to work with him on not wanting to eat the chicken.

[anythingforjtk]

this photo is making me lose my mind …

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