#nsfmish

[lacefuneral]

me when a cis man is rude to me:

[ore-no-taan]

☏

Send in ☏ for my muse’s reaction to getting sexted by yours

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[SMS]: You knew when I was going to wake up, didn’t you[SMS]: I fully expect you to handle the consequences of an extended shower when you get home.

[lacefuneral]

me after my werewolf b

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me refreshing the mermaid stede tag on AO3:

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cockolate guy

HAVE YOU SEEN AMAURY'S NEWEST VIDEO YET BECAUSE

HOLY FUCKING SHIT???

What the godforsaken FUCK

[lacefuneral]

WOO!

[ore-no-taan]

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Atem rather enjoyed these personal moments with Anzu. Though their current position wasn't entirely private, it was still nice. They had stopped to sit at a park for a short while, and thankfully, the cold of winter kept people away from this place. So he didn't feel quite so bad about so openly making out with her here.

Their exchange was getting a little more heated however, and soon playful kisses turned into playful bites. He gave way for her to brush along his neck, only to grunt as she bit into him.

"Ahh--" A hand gently tightened in her hair as a rush coursed through him. He grinned. "Mm, naughty girl... Are you trying to turn me on out here?"

[ore-no-taan]

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Atem liked festivals just fine – he had grown up with many of them, after all. But anymore, he only wanted to be around so much before he wanted a break from it all.He wasn’t sure anymore when the transition occurred, his mind too fogged by now. But he knew he’d met this girl several times before. Passings-by, conventions, tournaments. They’d gotten coffee once or twice. It hardly mattered to him really, all he cared about right now was feeling her and running off of her reactions.And Atem liked this one. She didn’t make it as easy as others. Some play fighting, tousling, teasing – he made the mistake of pausing when she’d pinned him, and suddenly, he could feel her teeth in his neck.“Hh–” he grunted out, feeling an immediate rush run through him. He grinned, his grip tightening on her back. “Hnn, it’s like that now, is it…”Bucking himself against her, he rolled the over again, and he returned the favor, biting down into the crook of her neck with no sense of tenderness. He knew what kind of person she was in this shortly-met encounter. She wanted to play. He growled softly against her skin, hands wandering to grasp and tug.

[ore-no-taan]

“Feel like another round?”

“Already about sunrise, and you want another?” he asked teasingly, as he pulled her closer for a little nibble along her neck and the various markings he’d left there. He ran his hands along her back, ghosting his lips along her ear. He spoke in a lower tone. “Are you sure you will not be too tired for work?”

[ore-no-taan]

[ so apparently atem frequently employs the use of shadow games

to fuck people

literally and figuratively-- ]

[lacefuneral]

apparently these exist but everyone is including the vestibule for some reason. just give me the little guy and his legs. free him

no one asked but you know how the clitoris has an internal structure? like they have those legs-like branches? i think it makes them look like little guys. and i want a pair of earrings that feature them

[ore-no-taan]

“I’d offer you breakfast, but I think I’m too sore to move.”

“Hah,” Atem laughed quietly from where he laid in bed, in no better shape than the other. He breathed deeply, which transformed into a loud yawn. “...I told you I’d missed you. What time is it, anyway....”

[ore-no-taan]

💪

Probably -- fitting to the icon -- that he can lift his partners and go through the entire act without hurting himself.

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F i s h t a c o w i t h a b l u e w a f f l e s h e l l

Atem squints at the message.

“Unusual. What is this? Some kind of code?”

[lacefuneral]

HAVE YOU SEEN AMAURY'S NEWEST VIDEO YET BECAUSE

HOLY FUCKING SHIT???

What the godforsaken FUCK