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Character Cuddle Scale
See? See I get to them eventually!! Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer over here!
How-to: Rate your OCs based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled.
Iâm just grabbing ten, otherwise weâd be here all gd day đ« Naturally, weâre keeping it in the Arsonist Chronicles universe lest I lose focus on the second day of camp, and only the ones that are well known-ish? Iâm prooooobably not doing this right. Based on a scale of 0 (cuddly as a cactus) to 10 (could be paid to cuddle professionally):
Zadimus: solid 8/10, heâs big and warm and smells like temple smoke and his wings are like a big blanket, the only problem is heâs. Him. Loses points for smug bastardness and the [insert phallic object] in his pocket thatâs very happy to see you
Dillon: either 9/10 or -9000/10 depending on her mood. Sheâs small and huggable like a little teddy bear when sheâs in the mood for it but Watch Out
Daisy: 10/10, sheâs a little cold to the touch but she warms up nice and I think if you told her she could get paid to snuggle all day⊠well, sheâd keep the dance studio but definitely do that in her off hours.
Cheryl: 8/10 +/- 2 points depending on if the werewolf thing is a perk for you or not. Like come on, thatâs free mom hugs right there and she can become big ouppy
Moira: 6/10 tig ol bitties, smells nice, will be a menace though. Hates holding still for too long so unless sheâs got something to occupy herself, youâre getting poked, prodded, noogied, wet-willied, and your buttâs getting jiggled at least once
Delilah: 1000/10, buddy what do you think she did before she fell, taxes? Hell no babey this cherub is soft and snuggly and smells like strawberries and cream
Jasper: -1000/10 prickly bastard fallen angel. Grompy. No touch, he contains many knives and also swords. And a crossbow on Tuesdays. Unless youâre Delilah.
Life: 10/10, yes cuddle mama life. Warm and made for huggin and snuggin
Death: 2/10, mostly because she stays far far far away from the living unless someoneâs grief calls her loud enough. Sheâs still not very touchy, but for her wife? She accepts the snugs.
The Deep: 3/10. Soggy smarmy but not. Bad-bad. Just a menace. Bites. Might steal your wallet. Very touch starved. Plays with his food. Also comes with a risk of infecting yourself with Rot. Doesnât happen all the time but is it worth it? You decide.
Tagging: @sparatus @thetrashbagswasteland @daisywalletchains @glitchinginthegarden @a-driftamongopenstars @writernopal @teamdilf @hornetofhallownest @aceouttatime and anyone who hasnât done this yet?? Or has more characters to share??
#also hi main blog friends this is my writing blog where I try to keep my original stuff but fail miserably#the arsonist chronicles#arsonist chronicles ocs#oc: dillon monroe#oc: moira bates#oc: daisy monroe#oc: cheryl monroe#oc: zadimus shay#oc: delilah#oc: jasper#oc: the deep#oc: the goddesses#tag game
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People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it
You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u
#i do the same to others OCs I like I will ask all about em#if its my friends OC they probably have a free seat in my brain#kott talks#edit: ppl tagging this post with how personal and important their characters are to them as creators#and positive feedback hits deep because of it#I see you and I'm so happy for u
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#star trek#star trek deep space 9#star trek tos#star trek tng#star trek memes#deep space 9#ds9#star trek the next generation#spock#garashir#quodo#star trek odo#quark star trek#quark ds9#star trek quark#oc
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Okay actual tma sona LMAO. He's just a waterlogged little guy
#art#sketch#tma sona#the vast#the deep sea i love you#my wife#i am self aware enough to knoe i can never be actually intimidating#instead. i will be nice and polite and fling people into the ocean depths#oc art
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When Gale married a deep gnome, he did not think that meant he was marrying a literal treasure troll
Deirdre just has a really particular sense of style đ
#my art#my oc#bg3#deep gnome#gale x tav#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#baldur's gate 3#comic#Deirdre Fawn
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these two are so interesting to me
characters belong to @canisalbus
#clenches fists. im so sosososo normal about them. i think about them a normal amount (lying)#actually the 2nd image is based on some sort of anime couple pose template(?????) that i saw a while back and wanted to draw them in it#but i swear to god i CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. i was literally knee deep in yuri and yaoi fanart for hours trying to find that god damn photo#but i dont even know who the characters were and pinterest just shows me bakugou and deku making out sloppy style whenever i try#so i gave up an tried drawing it from memory and cried the whole time. i hate anatomy.. but they look so happy so its fine#god whenever i see Lore or sweet little tidbits for these two i want to tear into something with my teeth and throw something /pos#i genuinely want to study these gay little renaissance dogs under a microscope#what fucks me up is the fact that we all know it ends horribly but u cant help loving them anyway.. they are so. incoherent hand gestures#my art#myart#others ocs#vasco#machete#vaschete#furry art#fur#anthro
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You always belonged with me.
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tags - WARNINGS: mdni, reader isnât the lnds!mc, explicit sexual content, ooc Sylus (how his myth could be in my head), toxic relationship, b/egging, f!receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, non-sexual choking, spanking, creampies, use of pet names (kitten, sweetie, angel), dirty talking, sylus refers to reader's pussy as "she"
Extra Warning: This story contains altered religious themes and biblical references that may lead me to hell. If you are religious or uncomfortable with the prospect of such writing, please, for your own sake, do not proceed with this story. Consider yourself warned.
Centuries ago, you were banned from stepping foot in the place you once called home. You would do anything to return, and tonight was your chance to try your last resort: the man who had damned you to this position in the first place.
It wasnât the first time you felt the unsettling sensation of being followed while navigating the N109 Zone. This place was notorious for its shadowsâevery corner seemed to harbor someone lurking, ready to pry into the lives of others.
You had grown accustomed to this unease; after all, this had been your home for years, both before and after the catastrophe that left the area hollow and desolate. In the aftermath, people became harsher, their kindness stripped away by the events that reshaped the lives of everyone in the zone.
Your feet carried you into one of the bars at the far end of town. You couldnât help but stifle a chuckle at the absurdity of a security guard standing at the door. Everyone knew this wasnât a typical nightclubânot that anything here could be considered ânormal.â This establishment had a reputation as a bloodbath. The guards werenât there to ensure anyone's safety of course, except for one man: The leader of Onychinus.
Onychinus was a mysterious faction entrenched in the N109 Zone. Unlike other shady groups, they were omnipresent, weaving a vast web of corruption that controlled every illegal activity within the area.
Sylus was not just the head of this dangerous organization; he was regarded as the ruler of the entire underworld. Whispers of his cruelty and insatiable thirst for power circulated like a broken record, echoing through the streets.
People were terrified of him, yet he intrigued many. Tales circulated about his almost supernatural presenceâmore than just a human leader, he was said to command the night with his sinfully crafted horns and shadowy wings that cast an ominous veil over the town, keeping it cloaked in darkness twenty-four hours a day.
Imagination was a double-edged sword; it could inspire or deceive. You couldnât help but roll your eyes every time you overheard whispers about Sylusâtales that veered more towards horror folklore than reality.
The guard fixed his gaze on you, waiting for your entry pass to the clubâor, more accurately, the colosseum that lay hidden beneath it. You brushed aside the blonde locks of your wig, letting the brooch of the zone glimmer against your dress, perched just above your chest.
His scrutinizing look was intense, and you could almost sense the gears turning in his mind. âHow come I havenât seen you here before?â
You maintained an expressionless facade, keeping your tone steady under his interrogation. You hoped that the extensive alterations to your appearanceâfrom the wig and colored contacts to your evol that allowed you to adopt features from those you encounteredâwould obscure any resemblance to the posters plastered throughout the N109 Zone. The bounty on your head had sent ripples of tension through the underworld, but you felt surprisingly calm.
âI usually donât have to watch business unfold, but tonight is special. You know what I mean.â
His eyes widened in surprise at the implication of your words, and without another word, he stepped aside to grant you entry. As you passed him, a sigh of relief escaped your lips. You silently thanked whatever entity governed fate that your deception had gone unnoticed. It was all too easy to make someone believe in your power when you wore the brooch of Onychinus and spoke the right lingo about their underground dealings.
Technically, you didnât own the brooch; it was stolen. Yet, perched on your chest, it pretty much seemed yours now. You needed access to the inner workings of the N109 Zone, and now you had itâthanks to a clever ruse involving a brief fainting spell in Lukeâs arms, where you knew he kept his brooch tucked beneath the leather of his uniform.
As you navigated through the thrumming crowd, the same unsettling sensation crept over youâthe feeling of being watched. The intensity of the gaze made you squirm, though you werenât afraid. Still, you werenât naive enough to believe that things couldnât escalate quickly in this dangerous territory, especially while carrying a stolen item belonging to one of the leaderâs henchmen.
Scanning your surroundings, you located the secret passage that led downstairs, directly to the imposing double doors of the hidden colosseum. This was a place where fights occurred every nightânot just any fights, but brutal spectacles centered around bets on altered and modified wanderers.
Once, this arena served as a testing ground for a wandererâs limits, but it had devolved into chaos when the underworld began modifying protocores. They injected these enhancements into creatures, unleashing them to tear each other apart in front of a bloodthirsty audience.
The spectators were all too aware that most wanderers were not contained within the arena. For many, death was an inevitable risk they accepted when they chose to witness these horrific displays. People entered with a significant chance of never leaving.
Those who did survive not only walked away richer, based on the wanderers they had bet on, but so did the modifiers. Yet, the one truly profiting from these nights was Sylus. He monopolized the protocores, wielding an unparalleled influence over the creatures, ensuring they possessed the strength necessary to dominate any other fighters.
He was never present during the fights, always lurking in the shadows. You needed to draw him out, for he possessed something you desperately wantedâsomething you needed.
So, here you sat at the front, betting everything you had on a wanderer from a mysterious modifier who remained anonymous. The bet managers had eyed you curiously when you placed such a substantial amount of gold on a creature that wasnât one of Sylusâs creations, especially from someone unknown.
You forced yourself to relax your shoulders and crossed your legs as the announcement echoed through the arena, signaling that the fight was about to commence. The massive bars on the left side creaked open first, revealing a wanderer from Onychinus. It emerged like a beast from the depths of hell, its massive form glowing a menacing red beneath its bark-like exterior.
Then, the bars on your side opened, and the arena fell into a tense silence, punctuated only by a few gasps. From the darkness stepped a lone human. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the imminent clash as you waited for the wanderer to attack your chosen fighter.
Snickers rippled through the crowd when the human not only failed to evade the incoming assault but instead stumbled back, his head slamming against the ground with a dull thud.
The impact caused the injected formula to rupture, and in that moment, the modified essence surged through him, transforming his body into a near-giant, nearly matching the size of the opposing wanderer. Veins on his bare skin glowed a fierce red, and his pupils elongated into slits reminiscent of a cat's, radiating an intensity that resembled molten lava.
Showtime.
It didnât take long for Onychinusâs creation to be shredded to pieces, your chosen fighter standing triumphantly atop the remnants of what had once been a formidable wanderer.
A tense silence enveloped the crowd, and no one dared to breathe as you rose from your seat and made your way toward the exit. Just before stepping out, you turned to lock eyes with the victor in the arena, whispering softly yet confidently, knowing he could hear you clearly.
"Such a good job.â
The night air was brisk against your bare back, your dress clinging to your figure and leaving little to the imagination as you walked down the narrow alleys of the town. You could almost feel the moment the atmosphere shifted, a new energy surrounding you.
A smirk crept onto your lips as you heard the steady, heavy footsteps approaching from behind.
You turned your head slightly, speaking over your shoulder to give him only a glimpse of your profile and your back.
âAt last, we meet again.â
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, his broad shoulders shaking with amusement as his gaze roamed over your form. You could alter your appearance as much as you wished, but he would never forget the sound of your voice. Yet, he seemed to struggle with the reality of facing you after all this time.
âLet me see you, sweetie,â he said, his voice deeper than you remembered, yet still carrying that velvety, sultry tone.
You turned to face him fully, crossing your arms over your chest. With a slight tilt of your head, you took in his figure. He had changed significantly over the centuries. He stood taller, with broader shoulders, and his muscles strained against the dress shirt he wore. His white hair, once reaching his waist, was now cut close to his scalp, with only the front strands long enough to fall messily over his forehead.
Sylus clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. âThe real you.â
âIâve changed,â you replied, your tone clipped and resolute.
He took measured steps toward you, closing the distance until you found yourself craning your neck to meet his gaze. His eyes lingered on your face, absorbing every detail. âI havenât seen you in foreverâŠâ he whispered, his voice calm yet filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
Before you could react, his hand shot out, grasping your wig and yanking it away, allowing your natural hair to cascade down your back. âDonât mistake our time apart as a reason for me to forget every single detail about you, kitten.â
You tried to steady your breathing, striving to appear unaffected by his words. Not once did you break eye contact with him as you allowed the energy of your evol to envelop you, restoring your true features and washing away the alterations that felt like long-forgotten memories.
Sylusâs eyes darkened slightly as he took you in, his hand rising to brush his knuckles against your jaw with a featherlight touch. âI believe you have something that belongs to me.â His gaze shifted to the brooch resting on your dress.
âSo do you,â you replied, your words drawing his attention away from the stolen item on your chest. His brows furrowed into a small frown as he struggled to comprehend your statement.
Something clicked in his mind then, and he seized your hand, forcefully lifting it to inspect your wrist. There it wasâthe one symbol he himself wore, deeply carved into your skin. It glowed an angry carmine, signaling your fall from grace.
A huff escaped his lips as he locked eyes with you again. âIs this the reason you pulled that little stunt back there? You thought I wouldnât find out about you being the mysterious modifier you placed a bet on?â
âThisââ you seethed, leaning closer to him, your frustration palpable, âis your fault. I need to get back, Sylus. This isnât where Iâm supposed to be.â
âOh?â His smirk turned diabolical as he pressed his chest against yours, his face inches from yours. âAnd where exactly are you supposed to be, sweetie? By his side?â
Your patience wore thin. âYes.â
A deep chuckle erupted from his throat, devoid of any humor. âHis little angel. Tell me, did you think of him, too, when you were clenching around my cock, as if you couldnât live without me?â
Your gasp shattered the silence of the night, followed by the sharp crack of your slap against his cheek. âThat was a mistake. You were a mistake, Sylus.â
His eyes shifted, the warm carmine hue darkening to an abyssal black, all warmth evaporating from his gaze. âI was?â
You didnât respond to him immediately, taking a step back to regain some semblance of control over the situation. You struggled to keep your voice steady. âI need to get back, and youâre going to help me, Sylus. What weâwhat I did was a mistake, and I canât let it keep me away from home.â
Sylus turned his head away, closing his eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as amusement wrinkled the skin at the edges of his gaze. âWas it really your home, sweetie?â
âIt was. Just as it was yours, once upon aââ
âDonât you dare finish that sentence.â In an instant, he was back in front of you, his hand tightening around your throat. The burning symbol on his wrist glowed vividly, exposed by the way his cuff had ridden up during the movement. âThat place was never my home. He never wanted me there; He only wanted to control me.â
âYouâre wrong.â Your voice came out strained under the pressure of his grip, yet you didnât flinch or attempt to remove his hand. âHe loves you.â
âIs that why he banished me, hmm? Because he loves me?â His tone turned harsh, slicing through the air like a blade. âDoes he love you as well? Is his love for you what sent you falling right after me?â
Your breathing grew erratic, each word he spoke igniting a fire on your own wrist. The more you allowed his words to penetrate your defenses, the more intense the burning sensation became. âWe defied him, Sylus. You betrayed him most of all; you are the only reason youâve fallen.â
His grip on your throat tightened to the point where you had to part your lips to draw in a breath. âIs this what you really believe, sweetie? The fallen angel, scorched by his own sins, sealing his fate away from his brotherâs home.â
His eyes narrowed into slits, and you instinctively reached up to wrap your fingers around his wrist, struggling against the pressure crushing your windpipe. âI didnât think youâd be as naive as them.â
âSylusâŠâ It was difficult to speak now; tears threatened to spill from your eyes. As if he had just realized the extent of the pressure he was applying, he relaxed his grip slightly, allowing you a precious gulp of air. âHe can still forgive you. You just never sought him out.â
âYou shouldnât either, angel.â His thumb crept slowly toward your bottom lip, caressing it with a tenderness that felt foreign to his nature. âDo you forget all the times you sought me out? You've always known where your true home liesâby my side. You were always meant to fall with me. Fall for me.â
âNo!â You struggled to squirm away from his grasp, desperate to create some space between you. Nothing was ever easy with him. All he needed to do was utter the right words, the incantation that could undamn you, granting you entry back into Heaven without the mark of eternal sin burning your skin.
He seemed almost pleased to see you after all those centuries apart, still trapped down here, far from the place you both once called home. You had foolishly fallen into his sinful embrace, and in doing so, had condemned yourself. He had welcomed you into his own home, promising you a place beside him on his throne, where you would truly belongâwith him.
âSpeak the words, damn it!â Your voice was nearly a plea as you struggled against him, but he was growing stronger by the second, and he had no intention of letting you go again.
âYou donât belong with him, sweetie. Donât you see?â His breathing was calm, almost effortless, as he kept you trapped in his grip. âI would never abandon you like he did.â
âI sinned,â you breathed out, feeling yourself pressed completely against his body as he maneuvered you, forcing your back against the cold surface of the alley wall.
His taut form pressed against yours in all the right ways, his head dipping down to find your pulse point, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes, overwhelmed by a mix of shame and desire.
âIs this a sin, angel?â His teeth grazed your neck, and you instinctively placed your hands on his chest, attempting to push him away. âYour body was made to provide you with pleasure, so tell me⊠Why is this a sin?â
A whimper escaped your lips as he emphasized his question by sucking on your skin, his hips pressing forward to brush against your abdomen with his slowly hardening erection. The symbol on your wrist felt like it was igniting, the heat intensifying with every movement he made. âSylusââ
âShh⊠Youâve talked enough.â In an instant, his lips were on yours, a surprised gasp escaping you. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, his hands finding their way to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
As you surrendered to the moment, you sensed a shift in your peripheral vision. When you tried to pull away to catch your breath, your eyes widened in awe at the sight transforming before you, your mouth falling open.Â
Sylusâs carmine eyes began to glow, a tearing sound echoing through the alley as massive black wings unfurled from his back, their feathers cascading down to the ground beside his shoes. Your heart swelled with a mix of awe and longing, unable to recall the last time you had seen him like this.
Your pupils dilated, drinking in the striking transformation. His wings, once the purest of whites, had morphed into a dark, charcoal hue, contrasting sharply with his blood-red eyes. Despite the sharp edges of his new form, he remained what everyone described him as; the most beautiful angel of all.
Before you could fully process the shift in the air, his lips were on you again, his hands roaming down your body with an urgency that took your breath away. You had half a mind to pull away, but the heat radiating from your skin was intoxicating. One of his palms settled against the back of your thigh, lifting it until it wrapped around his waist, granting him access to grind against your clothed cunt.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat, and you swallowed it into the kiss, your own moan echoing softly into the night. His head dipped lower, his mouth closing around your breast, the fabric of your dress quickly becoming damp with his saliva. He seemed ravenous, impatience evident in his every movement as he nipped at the fabric, sending jolts of pleasure through you that made your back arch, pushing your breasts further into his eager mouth.
âSylusâŠâ you moaned, your voice almost breathless, the night taking a turn you hadnât anticipated when you first stepped into that colosseum.
âI can feel you soaking through my pants, angel,â he grunted into your chest, his hips driving into you once more. âYou came here to ask me to deliver you back to him, yet youâre dripping all over me.â
His tone was possessive and almost feral as he threaded his fingers to the neckline of your dress, pushing it down until it rested beneath your breasts, exposing your skin to his eager lips. He began to lap his tongue over your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.
Impatience bubbled within you, your body writhing and squirming against him and the wall as you struggled to make a decision. This was a mistake you had made before, one that had cost you your place in Heaven, yet you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stop when your entire being buzzed with the pleasure only he could provide.
His white locks brushed against your collarbone, a teasing sensation that made you shiver. You seized the opportunity to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer even as you tried to push him away, the conflicting desires overwhelming you.
âDonât deny me.â Sylusâs voice dripped with lust as he locked his glowing eyes onto yours, then fell to his knees, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He positioned himself perfectly in front of your clothed cunt, his presence filling the narrow alley. âEmbrace me."
âIââ You were breathless, your legs trembling as you took in the sight of him, the way his eyes glowed like embers in the darkness and how his wings loomed large behind him, dominating the space. It was impossible to resist him, yet a flicker of resolve still burned within you. âI canât, Sylus. Heââ
Before you could finish your sentence, he growled, his tongue darting out to tease your panties, and you buckled, a scream tearing from your throat as pleasure shot through you, leaving you gasping.
He glided his fingers along your damp underwear, the soft fabric clinging to you as he brought them up to show you how much they glistened with your arousal. âHow dare you speak his name when sheâs crying for me?â
You felt as if you were burning, heat radiating from every inch of your body as he tore the fabric with one powerful tug, leaving you bare before him. âLet me remind you what it felt like, sweetie.â
His mouth was on your cunt before you could catch your breath, his tongue lapping eagerly at your folds, devouring you like a man starved. âSuch a sweet pussy, angel.â
You mewled and moaned in a symphony of pleasure, your senses overlapping until all that existed was the way his teeth grazed your clit and how his mouth enveloped you completely. The warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine as you ground your hips against his face, seeking the delicious friction of his nose against your sensitive bud while he pushed his tongue deep into your welcoming heat.
âSylus, pleaseâŠâ You didnât even know what you were begging for, but he did. With a swift motion, he brought one hand up, slipping a finger inside you alongside his tongue. âAhâOh my God!â
Just as quickly as his mouth and finger were there, they vanished, and when you tried to protest, a yelp escaped your throat as a sudden stinging heat greeted your pussy. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth when he slapped you again, the sound echoing in the dimly lit alley, your body doubling over as you nearly lost your balance. It was only his wings that moved toward you, enveloping you in a soft, feathery sanctuary, steadying you against the cool, rough wall behind.
The tone of his voice was a stark contrast to the gentle caress of his wings as he spoke, a low growl rumbling from deep within. âCalling out his name when youâre begging for me?â
Your eyes widened in shock as the realization of what youâd done washed over you, and your hands instinctively tangled in Sylusâs silken white locks, guiding his face toward where you craved him most once again. âIâm sorry, Sylus, âm so sorryâŠâ
Another sharp slap echoed in the air, and you felt an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure surge through you, making you believe you could reach your peak from that sensation alone.
Your frustration simmered as you watched him rise from the ground, his full height towering over you, but relief flooded you when you saw him begin to tug at his belt, loosening his pants around his hips, though they remained on.
Without thinking, your hands rushed to the fabric, desperate to rid him of it, but Sylus only smacked your hand away. His mouth found your neck once more, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, âDo you want me to take you, sweetie?â
âPleaseââ
âDo you want me to corrupt you like I did back then?â His teeth grazed your delicate skin, igniting a mix of pain and pleasure that made you cry out. âYou came to my altar once, and now you canât seem to get enough, can you?â
You hadnât realized the tears streaming down your cheeks, a blend of overwhelming emotions and bliss, until Sylusâs tongue lapped beneath your eyes, capturing each drop. With a swift motion, he freed his cock from the confines of his pants, rubbing it against your entrance. âYou can trick your foolish heart into believing you hate me. That you want to go back, but deep down, you know I am your home.â
He finished his sentence with one sharp thrust, his cock fully seated inside you. A loud moan escaped your lips, and you could swear someone would come searching the alley, finding you pressed against the wall, Sylusâs cock shattering any remaining sense of sanity you had left.
He set a relentless pace, barely allowing you time to adjust as you felt your walls clench around him, as if he were your lifeline and you were desperate to pull him inside you forever.Â
âShitâŠâ His groans came freely, raw and unrestricted, as he continued to fuck you against the wall. âIâve missed you so much, angel.â He peppered your face with open-mouthed kisses, and your head tilted back, eyes crossing from the overwhelming pleasure.
âIâmissed you too, Syââ You struggled to form coherent words, your thoughts a jumbled mess of moans and whines, until the sound of approaching footsteps jolted you out of your blissful trance. You froze in Sylusâs arms, but your body reacted instinctively, clenching around him in a way that made his rhythm stutter for a moment.
He looked at you with a frown, but as he heard the footsteps, his smirk returned, and he picked up his pace. You gasped when you realized how close someone was, mere steps away from where Sylus was fucking you against the wall. His thrusts grew harder, his wings flaring out and slapping against the ground with the force of his movements.
âSylus! Someoneââ You tried to stifle your moans, but he was so deep that you could feel him pressing against your cervix, his hands gripping your hips with a force that would surely leave marks. âS-someoneâs coming-â
No matter how alarming your voice sounded, there was no mistaking the way your walls squeezed his cock with each syllable. His eyes rolled back as he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, whispering against them,
âYouâre squeezing me dry, sweetie.â He breathed harder, his hand slipping down to play with your clit, drawing a cry from your lips that you couldnât contain. âDoes it excite you? The thought of someone coming along and seeing you like this?â
Your brain turned to mush under his double assaultâhis cock filling you completely and his finger teasing your pulsating clit. You struggled to hold onto yourself, but every brush against that sweet spot inside you sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you quivering.
âDo you want someone to catch you bouncing on my cock, angel? A sweet little creature making a mess on the Fallen Angel?â His thrusts became more animalistic, and in the haze of pleasure, you didnât even notice that no one was nearing your hiding place anymore. Sylus kept pushing your sanity. âIf only they knew that my cock was the reason you lost your own wings in the first place."
Your orgasm hit you like a bolt of lightning, your vision going white as you felt your pussy flutter and clench impossibly hard around Sylusâs cock.
âFuck,â he groaned, losing control as his hips retracted slightly before plunging back in, chasing his own sweet release. âJust like that, sweetie, give it all to me.â
Your thighs trembled around him, your body on the brink of surrender as you felt his last vestiges of control shatter.
Ropes of thick come filled you, coating your walls while his wings enveloped your body, sheltering you from anyone who might intrude and keeping you impossibly close. He continued until you were overflowing with his seed, leaking down your joined bodies, creating a mess on both of you, your moans echoing in the silence.
âYou feel like Heaven, sweetie. Too bad you wonât be making it back.â
#lnds#lnds sylus#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#lnds x reader#sylus x mc#sylus lads#sylus love and deepspace#sylus x you#sylus qin#lads x you#lads x reader#lads x y/n#lnds x you#smut#sylus smut#lads smut#love and deepspace x you#love and deepspace x reader#love and deep space#love and deepspace smut#sylus x oc#sylus x reader#lads sylus
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I am playing subnautica (again) and thought about redesigning the ghost and reaper leviathan as Zoras . I had fun I think I'm slowly getting out of my art block again.
Imagine encountering these while chilling on the beach..
#the legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#breath of the wild#zora#zora oc#redesign#subnautica#reaper leviathan#ghost leviathan#my art#artists on tumlr#thalassophobia#deep ocean#weirdcore
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my fav part of rafayel's main story branch :)
#rafayel love and deepspace#love and deepspace#art#digital art#oc art#lads rafayel#lads#love and deep space#lads mc#loveanddeepspace#qiyu#qi yu love and deepspace#love and deepspace mc
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"oh ĐŒĐžĐœĐ”ĐŒÂ ŃÓ©Đ”ĐșлД ЎŃŃŃŃĐŒ, they're going to burn us"
#artists on tumblr#illustration#digital art#original characters#oc art#art#character design#monster design#creature design#character illustration#yata#shas'hara#ĐŒĐžĐœĐ”ĐŒÂ ŃÓ©Đ”ĐșлД ЎŃŃŃŃĐŒ on tatar means something like âmy dear/beloved (friend)â (ïœĄ- .âą)#i imagine yata saying it with a small tired voice#accepting (as usual) what is to come#the nerve system of that one pheeeew#knee-deep in the water
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back road
#faith#my ocs#robot#(he/any for this guy)#btw go to robotfindskitten.org and click play. tangentially related to this image#ppl voted on insta for art of faith vs deep blue and faith won :v: will draw db eventually i promise
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i like to imagine that raul likes animals more than people and would be a good ranch guy and then i saw @owligator's slippies... the dots have been connected
also i really love the way @sleights-of-hand does their backgrounds and wanted to give something like it a shot!! go check out their EXCELLENT comic
#fallout#fallout new vegas#fnv#raul tejada#craig boone#courier six#fnv horse mod when....#the malnourished brahmin calf in front of raul's place may be malnourished in canon#but not to ME#also YES i know the horses look . small . but i was too deep in and its my first time drawing horses please. have mercy#oc: eli#doodly thingy#fallout tag
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Lamari's able to summon fish, but that doesn't make her any less afraid of them đ
#she's a deep sea scaredy cat#character design#digital illustration#digital art#oc#illustration#bumblesteak#lamari
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made a little snake guy. his name is Loki
#hes a motly golden child reticulated python !#âïžđ€ pythons r constrictors so i would need to fix the mouth anatomy of loki#but fangs look hella cool so womp womp#anyw no real deep meaning about the name. i think it just suits him#nagas kinda look funny dont they#snakes r so cool n weird too#little noodles#frayocs#froodles#[oc] loki
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Iodine's Unrequited Love
#Fancomics#moomers#deep fry#splatoon oc#splatoon 3#Note: Iodine had a late growth spurt#also in his experience#dating Bait is like dating a sibling RIP lol
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The hellebore and the little star
âSo imagine how stupid I felt when I genuinely started to feel something for youâŠâ
#my art#my oc#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion ancunin#winter rose#these two sops have a playlist now#Iâm in deep#dark urge#vampire
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