#repost this to spread warnings to other tumblr accounts!

[bonbonchampy]

NOTE:

I'm turning asks off due to the announcement about someone sending real gore of children, you can scroll down and see what I mean, asks will be off for the maintenance.

[gutsluttsbelly]

OTHER FEEDEE CREATORS be on the look out!!!

please repost this so it can gain good traction. there is a person on tumblr who has been harassing me and others here and i want to make sure you’re all aware and warned to avoid them.

they’ve made over 200 accounts to attempt to talk to me and will absolutely blow up your notifications if you do not reply. i’m talking upwards of 30-40 messages asking for you to respond or telling you what they want to do to you. weirdness aside this person has gotten scarier..

they take advantage of anon asks and will purposely cross boundaries i’ve labeled BRIGHT AND BOLD many times on my account, and even attempted to convince me someone was using my photos online and asking people for money, when i told them to provide info they tried to put it off and eventually tried to “convince me” by saying they’d tell me for pictures or a conversation.

not only is it annoying but it’s fucking weird, and creepy. i’ve called them out multiple times and it does not stop them and after i saw a post where this person was posted by someone else i knew i needed to spread this info.

BLOCK THEM IMMEDIATELY and do not entertain them, it will only make things worse and not better.

they are very easy to identify. their accounts are always under a female name, age 20-30, says a little something about their new character each time and about the community and never posts themselves just reposts other creators.

their grammar and spelling is horrible and they will, like i said completely blow up your notifications if you interact with them.

save yourself the mental stress of this person and avoid them!

[lokis-coconut28]

Sports Bra (Y/N x Loki)

A/N: This is my first time posting a fic and getting used to writing on tumblr - please be gentle with me! Lots of ideas and things to come hopefully. If anybody can help me with dividers and such, please approach!

A/N: I am reposting this here, on a primary blog so I can access and follow you all! Thank you so much for the love on my secondary account on this story.

This has been living in my phone notes for a long time. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Slight voyeurism, Smut, 18+ only, Smut lol

Summary: Training with Loki in a sports bra gets spicy. WC 1.6K

Your hair curled around your face in sweaty whisped tendrils as you wrestled Loki on the mat. Training days were grueling and your body had alerted you to that as you were starting to get fatigued. Your body ached, especially your thighs. 

Loki pinned you to the floor once again and a cheeky smile spread across his face. 

“You are powerful, darling. But not strong enough to beat a god.” He snarled playfully. 

You huffed, breasts heaving up and down with your deep breaths. You bent forward, stretching your hamstring in preparation to attempt, yet again, to take your teammate down. 

You leaned into your frontal stretch, touching your toes with your eyes closed. Loki half-scolded himself for stealing a glance down your sports bra.

Though he would never admit it, since you joined the team he had had more than one fantasy about that body of yours. You curved in all of the right places. Forbidden thoughts raced through his mind more often than not after training with you. Loki would conjure images in his mind after conditioning with you. What it would be like to be intimate together. If the showers were empty, it wasn't uncommon to be found pleasuring himself to the rendering of you in his psyche.

It wasn’t all physical, though. Your quick wit made him genuinely smile. He admired your intelligence and influence being a new Avenger. You had such a beautiful soul. And for the most part, he trusted you. Not once were you judgmental of his past and you were instant to embrace him. You would jest, but did not joke at his expense like the other Avengers would. You were valuable to him. More than a Midgardian sparring partner, to be sure. He could never confess this attraction, fearing to lose his friendship with the closest person to him.

You did one more long stretch beyond your feet, hands splayed on the ground, breasts pushing outward. Loki noticed the periphery of one of your nipples dipping out from the top of the of your bra, almost to the center of it, forming a rose colored peak. 

Seeing such a private part of you caught him off guard. He blushed fiercely and pretended to stretch his arms in front of himself as he briefly looked away.

You softly moaned as you arched you spine into a neutral position and hoisted your bra back up, your breasts jiggling as you secured them in place. 

You peered up at Loki through spent eyes. “Ready?”

Loki was still enchanted having seen a small glimpse of you. He felt guilty for gazing upon you without your knowledge. “Y/N, wait-" he started just as you sprinted full force at him. You knocked him down in his moment of unsteadiness. The pair of you fell back onto the mat in a tackle. You straddled Loki's hips and pinned them to the ground as your forearm held his sternum tight to the floor. You exhaled in relief, finally defeating him in your playful competition, soft eyes - and supple cleavage - mere inches from his face.

Loki gasped hard, admittedly unprepared for the harsh blow to the ground. He gaped at you, restraining him with might between your sore thighs, sweat beading around your collar bones. His eyes flickered to your bosom towering over him, watching your erratic breath from physical exertion. He felt a tightness in his stomach and began to panic as he felt his cock twitch. He hoped you didn’t feel it. 

You did. 

It throbbed again, and you looked at Loki wide-eyed in disbelief. The God of Mischief, your best friend and colleague, pinned beneath you, growing hard. 

Aware of your gaze he scoffed in embarrassment and crimson crept up his cheeks. You fell on your back as he rolled you to the side, off of him. 

Putting his hands on his head, elbows on his knees, he gently spoke. “Y/N… I…” He was at a loss for words. Abashed tears welled in his eyes. “What you felt… it’s just…” he took a moment to compose himself.  “When you bent over, I saw, well, more than you had intended for me to see… I’m so sorry Y/N…” he whispered at the end. His lashes flickered downward, looking anywhere but at you. 

Your heart fluttered at his admission. Withdrawing his hands from his face, you could see his genuine worriment. Biting your lip, you turned his cheek, forcing eye contact. Taking a deep breath, you spoke just as honest and vulnerable as he had been.

“Loki… it’s okay… I would let you see all of me if you wanted to…” 

His mouth parted slightly in anticipation of your next words. Lust filled the air dense as fog. 

You grabbed his hand and gently guided it to your chest. 

“May I?” You lulled, handling his flesh with care.

He nodded, pupils dilating. 

You softly placed Loki’s hand on your breast. You observed as his eyes devoured you. You held a grip on his knuckles, urging him to take over. 

He lifted his other hand, following your lead, and started to caress your mammae, cupping them, and swiftly massaging them in circles, palming your mounds.

You tilted your head back and moaned. It felt glorious. You always did have an attraction toward Loki, but this, having him touch you with the look of adoration in his eyes, was stirring something more inside of you. You looked down at Loki’s obvious arousal. His eyes lingering on your chest - which had been pulling his orbs like a magnet this evening. 

You had an idea. 

“Loki… fuck my tits…” you cautiously offered to him. The situation seemed so taboo, but you wanted this, wanted him, and seeing his eyes glued to you gave you the confidence to propose this in the heat of the moment. 

“What?” His eyes snapped to yours, locking concentratedly.

“Fuck my tits Loki… I want you…please…” you continued. You were nervous now, unable to read his expression.

His brows furrowed. “My darling… I’ve, I have never done that… I..” he trailed off. 

“I will help you, Loki. If you want this?”

He nodded. “I want this. I want you more than anything in the realms”.

You laid back on the mat and instructed Loki to put his legs on both sides of you. You carefully pulled down his sweats to release his cock, already glistening at the tip. 

You wrapped your hand around his heated shaft and lifted the underside of your brassiere. You slid his head in and aligned him perfectly center between your mounds. You grabbed his ass and nudged him to move. 

Loki let out a stifled moan as his dick glided between your supple breasts. He rhythmically started driving into the crevice, watching his prick come out of the apex of your bra, bouncing your bountiful cleavage. 

He started thrusting faster now, hesitantly eyeing the training observation window. You took note and reassured him.

“Nobody will see, Lokes. I wouldn’t care even if they did. Keep going, Prince.” You sung gently to him.

He hissed and spasmed from his core at your words. Prince. Your soft skin enveloped his manhood so well.

You flipped your bra up on to your collarbones, exposing your entire chest. You pushed your boobs together as tight as you could, nipples hardening as you felt Loki’s shaft pulsate. His eyes darkened, eagerly taking in this new scene. 

“Let me taste you Loki…” The words rolled off of your lips.

You opened your mouth offering an “o” shape for his tip to enter. He slid between your tits, gliding his end into your mouth. 

“Ah Norns, Y/N…” Loki growled in a low timbre.

He rubbed against you quicker now, a fury inside of his veins and heart, quickening his oncoming orgasm. 

His eyes met yours as his knob slid in once again. This was more than just lust, he acknowledged in his mind. He loved you. He was madly in love with you, his best friend. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m close… Where.. where can I release…” he panted as he gyrated into your breasts. Your tongue flicked the tip of his penis as to offer a place for him to cum. 

“Y/N…” he hissed multiple times in silence before letting out an involuntary mewl, orgasm washing over him. He came in your mouth, bucking and convulsing. Loki pulled out with one more spurt shooting across the nipple he had stolen a glance at earlier. He watched as you swallowed with glee in your eyes.

“How was that?” You questioned from underneath him. 

He tenderly handled you, supporting your neck as you arose and settled next to him in a seated position on the mat.

“If that’s how good your breasts feel I can’t imagine how divine the rest of you feels, my darling.” 

Your hand touched his softly, rubbing a circle on his knuckle. 

“Why don’t you find out?” You purred into his ear.

Loki pulled you on to his lap, searching your eyes for deception. He saw many things in your eyes, but deception was not present.

Gracefully, he laid a most loving kiss on your lips. Securing your legs around his hips, he stood and maneuvered your back to rest against the glass. Pinning your hands above your head with one hand, he used the other to strip away both of your remaining clothing with a flash of emerald. Your ass pressed against the training window as Loki prepared to enter you. You clutched the nape of his neck, raven curls slick with sweat, holding him with an unspoken devotion. This was your favorite day of training.

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A/N: Thank you for going on that journey with me. Writing is hard! Please forgive any errors!

Special thank you to @mochie85 for encouraging me to write and publish. (On my @Kitrgator blog, I promised I would tag you if I ever did post!)

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Give Me One More

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Word Count: 1270

Summary: This is what your nightmares or dirty dreams were made of.

Warnings: Roleplaying, SMUT, Oral (Fem), Multiple Orgasms, Sex Toys, Friends with Benefits, Tall Ari 6’4 (size kink) Soft Ending.

A/N: thank you to my betas @pigwidgeonxo & @awesomerextyphoon I really appreciate the help. @firefly-graphics for the divider thank you.

A/N 2: Today is my birthday so this is totally self-indulgent. Hope you also enjoy it.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. Even if you leave an emoji you will make my day. 😊💜

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps, or third-party sites. If you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts, it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

The sound of a door opening and shutting suddenly woke you from your sleep. You were blindfolded and unsure of where you were. Your body was stripped naked and your limbs stretched into a spread eagle bound to what felt like a soft bed. Footsteps echoed off the walls as they made their way to you. A panicked whimper escaped your lips as your captor finally stopped.

“You are probably wondering why you are here?” A deep familiar voice rang out sending chills down your body. “I have watched you from afar. Your daily routines, you at work, the nights out with friends, but most importantly you alone in bed.”

A large soft hand slowly caressed up your inner thigh as a thumb lightly rubbed a circular motion around your clit causing you to whimper in fear and arousal. “Please sir, don't do this. Ju-just let me go.”

“I can’t do that sweetheart. I’ve watched you bring yourself pleasure with your nimble fingers and toys night after night. But now, I can finally give you pleasure beyond anything you have ever felt before. You are now mine for the night.”

Fingers gently pinched your clit causing you to groan in pleasure. The other hand continued to drag up your torso to your breasts where you feel fingers pinch each nipple hard enough to make you moan again.

You pulled against your bindings as you grew more frustrated by what he was doing. Fingers continue to play with your nipples and caress your clit. They switch between soft and firm, each time making you whine. Your pussy is growing aroused from what he is doing. The wetness is dripping from you as you continue to moan from the contact.

His fingers stop the assault on you, now you feel him pull off your blindfold. A dim light shines above you as you blink to get your eyes adjusted. There before you, your captor stands smiling down at you. It was your neighbor Ari from your apartment building. You knew him in passing but you never said anything except pleasantries to one another. He was at least 6’3, with deep blue eyes and solid muscle. You had to admit to yourself that you had looked at him inappropriately anytime he passed you. With his arm muscles bulging and a firm ass hidden under his clothes it was hard not to find that bearded menace attractive. 

Your body shook as you watched him pick up a vibrator. “We are going to have some fun.” He placed the vibrator against your clit and held it as he switched it on. You tried to struggle as much as you could but there was no stopping what he was doing. 

“There ya go I know how much you love this device. Just think of the orgasms I’ll pull from you with this tonight. But that’s not all my love. I have something even better in store for you.” He emphasized the last part by grabbing his crotch. You couldn’t help but whimper in response.

The wand was pressed firmly against your clit as you moaned reluctantly. This couldn’t be real. This is what nightmares were made of or heck dirty dreams depending on how you saw this. This man was hot and using your body against you. The vibrator pulsed against your clit bringing you higher and higher. Then unexpectedly your orgasm crashes over you. You have little time to rest as the second one starts to build. Ari’s dark chuckle fills the room as you orgasm again for him. He pulls the vibrator away from your clit, turns it off, and places it on the bedside table. 

Ari strips out of his clothes and your eyes stare at his large, hard cock. You tried to contain your feelings as you gaze at his cock wondering how that was going to fit. Ari climbs on the bed and lays on his stomach between your legs. There was no way this man was going to do what you dreamt of, no were terrified of. Stop thinking dirty thoughts of this god-like man. 

Picking up on your thoughts Ari chuckled as he sucked on your clit as his thick finger pushed inside your tight channel. His tongue would flick and suckle your clit while he pushed another finger into you. Ari’s fingers were working you open and he fingered you with precision drawing out mewls from you. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers found that spot that had you seeing stars. 

“That’s it, darling. Let go for me. Cum for me.”

You gave a silent scream as your back lightly arched as he continued to finger you through your fourth orgasm. By the time you came down from your high, he stopped. Situating himself between your legs Ari looked down at your spent body and started to jerk himself off. 

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” Ari huskily speaks as he lined himself up to your entrance. 

“Please wait, I-I’m not ready.” You beg him but all he does is smile in return.

“You’re more than ready sweetheart.” Ari unties your ankles from the bed, pulling you closer to him. He rubs his cock a few times through your slick before sinking into you. You both groan from the tight fit as he inches his way until he is fully inside you. You had to take a deep breath at how full you felt with him inside you. God, you wanted to hate this man for stretching you like this but you found yourself addicted to this feeling.

Ari started to move above you, in and out at a firm pace. Every time he pushed back inside you chanted his name like a prayer. 

“Ari… Oh god, right there…” You watched as his cock moved in and out of you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his muscular waist as he continued to take you apart.

“That’s right sweetheart, say my name. Let everyone in this building hear you.” His hips snapped against you as he fucked you hard and fast. Your moans and chants of his name mixed with his groans. Rougher and quicker his body moved above yours. Your fifth orgasm was building once again as your heels dug into his firm ass. “Give me one more. Just one more.” His right hand moved to your clit and he rubbed it in firm circles. 

That’s all your body needed as you came again hard. Your walls squeezed his cock triggering his release as he painted your cervix white. Ari slowly pulled out of you and untied your wrists. He looked over your wrists and ankles before he headed to your bathroom to grab a washcloth. Once he cleaned you, you both snuggled under the covers together. You couldn’t help but smile at how good you felt. His hand softly rubbed your back as you snuggled closer against his firm body.

“Is that everything you wanted sweetheart?” He asked.

“It was everything I wanted and so much more. It was exactly how I dreamed of it.” You sighed against his chest. 

“Well just let me know sweetheart when you get another fantasy you want to play out and I will be more than happy to play along,” Ari smirks as you grin up at him.

“Deal. Maybe next time we can try a breeding kink.”

“Now sweetheart I’m all ears for this."

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[jadewolf22]

My Little Brat

Fem!Shapeshifter!Tattooed!Dom!Reader x Sub!Morticia 

Warnings: smut, fingering, eating out, face riding, shape-shifted dick, blood kink, biting kink, degradation, ect… 

Word Count: 2,174 

A/n: I apologize for how bad this story is. This was my first ever Tumblr story on my very first account and I just recently found it saved in an old google doc I had. Figured I'd repost it purely for nostalgic reasons.

You and Morticia had been dating for a few months, ever since you had begun working alongside her as a professor at Nevermore, and the two of you fawned over one another. Every moment the two of you weren't teaching or busy with meetings you were lost in a heated make-out session; or, at least, you normally were. The past week you had been incredibly busy with preparation for finals, though Morticia had done her prep at the beginning of the year. You were working long hours, getting up before the sun and going to sleep well into the night, leaving Morticia feeling neglected and she has finally had enough. Since you were all but blind to her subtle hints she decided to flaunt it a little more openly, hoping you would notice just how desperate she was for you.  

Her little plan began that next morning when she came down to breakfast in a tight, sleeveless, black dress that was a little too short and showed a little too much cleavage. Her pale lips weren't coated in their usual black lipstick, but rather the dark red she only wore when the two of you were alone. You watched her walk through the cafetorium towards the staff table with your head in your hand. 

"This is going to be a very long day . . . " You sighed as Morticia joined you. 

"Good morning, my love." Morticia said cheerfully, planting a soft peck on your cheek before sitting down next to you. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" you growled, glaring at her coldly, forcing yourself to keep your eyes focused on her face rather than her chest. 

"Felt like wearing something a little tighter today," Morticia purred, looking at you with innocent eyes as she took your hand and placed it on her thigh, slowly dragging it upward. 

"No, Tish." you said firmly, pulling your hand away, "Not here; not now." 

"Why not?" Morticia whimpered softly, her lips ghosting over your ear. 

You bit down on your thumb and sighed in agitation. She was pushing every one of your buttons, but you were determined not to snap; at least, not until tonight. 

"Because, Morticia," you growled dangerously, "For one, we are in a cafetorium full of students; it would not be appropriate. For two, I'm not in the mood. I also don't have time right now." 

Morticia made to object but the bell rang, signalling the end of breakfast. You gathered your things swiftly, giving Morticia a quick kiss on the top of her head before rushing off, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the hell Morticia planned to put you through. 

Morticia's plan was as bad, and at times, worse than you had thought. During class she continuously sent you dirty little texts, which you did your best not to think about. She would visit you in between classes, sitting on your desk with her legs spread just a little too far apart; or bending over in front of you, giving you a full view of her chest. Worst, by far, was the video she'd sent you, which you wisely waited to watch until your free period. The two minute video consisted of nothing but Morticia moaning your name and other unholy things while she stroked her clit through her dress, with the text, 

"Wish this was you making me sound like this? Love you, Mon Amour. ;)" 

You could only sigh and grit your teeth. As much as you wanted to stop her antics, you were determined to make her wait until tonight, when you could do whatever you wanted without having to worry about being interrupted. 

Your weekly staff meeting did nothing to help with the matter. You had hoped Morticia would give you a small break and sit across from you as she usually did, but your hopes were crushed when you entered the conference room to find that the only empty seat was right beside Morticia. You were at a loss as to how the rest of the staff had beat you; you knew you'd left with plenty of time. Then, as you were walking towards your seat you caught Morticia and Larissa, your twin sister, exchange smirks and it suddenly made sense. With Larissa helping you knew you were screwed; there was no way you were getting a break today. 

"Hello, love." Morticia whispered, placing her hand on your thigh as she leaned over to plant a kiss on your cheek, "How's your day been?" 

"I suggest you stop, now," you growled in her ear, taking her hand off of you, "Before I am no longer responsible for my actions . . ." 

"No." Morticia whispered with a playful smile. 

"Morticia--!" 

The rest of your sentence was cut off by Larissa as she stood, immediately launching into a long list of things that needed to be done by the end of term. 

You kept a tight grip on Morticia's hand to keep her from touching you, your frustration building as the meeting continued. To counteract your frustration you bit at the tattoos on your fingers and hands, your rings and your nails. all of which were tell-tale signs for the professors, who noted your agitation and did their best to leave you be. Morticia, on the other hand, took these signs as an invitation to continue her antics, your patience fading away by the minute. 

When the meeting ended you rushed back to your classroom, put your phone on silent and stuffed it into one of your desk drawers, where it stayed for the remainder of the day. In between classes you were out wandering the halls, being late to your own class several times; but it was better than the alternative. 

That night you were sitting at your desk in your private quarters, grading papers while Morticia read on the couch, releasing a heavy sigh every now and again to remind you that she was there, and very horny. 

'Just finish these papers.' you thought, burying yourself further into your work to keep you from looking at Morticia, 'Just finish these papers and then you can punish her.' 

This little mantra kept you focused for another hour or so before you realised how quiet the room had become. You looked up from your papers to find Morticia's book laying, open, on the couch and Morticia no longer in the room. 

"Tish?" You called softly. 

No answer. 

"Morticia?" 

This time a response came in the form of a muffled moan coming from your bedroom and you sighed, hoping, for Morticia's sake, that she was not doing what you thought she was doing. 

"Morticia?" you called again in a firmer tone, opening the bedroom door and stopping in your tracks as your preheated blood turned to a boil. Morticia lay on the bed, propped up against the headboard. The hem of her dress had been pulled up to her stomach and you could clearly see her hand moving underneath the fabric of her black lace undergarments. 

"I swear to god, Morticia," you roared the second she looked at you, "If you do not stop I will fuck you so hard you will need a wheelchair for a week!" 

Smirking playfully, Morticia stuck her tongue out at you while simultaneously flipping up her free middle finger, a challenging gleam in her dark eyes. 

"That is it!" 

You stormed towards Morticia, grabbing a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table. You grabbed her arm, causing her to withdraw her hand and whimper at the loss of contact before you yanked her onto her feet. You snapped the cuffs onto her wrists and then roughly guided her to the foot of the bed, hanging her hands above her head and keeping them there with a hook that hung down from the ceiling. 

"You have exhausted my patience . . . and my mercy, you little slut!" you snarled in her ear as you stood behind her, "I am going to use you as my personal cum dump and you will not be cumming once, tonight. Do you understand me, brat?!" 

Morticia whimpered, nodding vigorously. 

"Well, would you look at that," you sneered, taking a cloth strip and tying it over Morticia's mouth, "my little brat can take orders . . ." 

Morticia whimpered again then cried out in pleasured pain as you grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as you bit down on the junction between her neck and her shoulder, breaking the delicate skin, and drawing blood. You moaned as the sharp taste of her blood filled your mouth as you sucked and licked the bite. You did this several more times, drops of blood rolling down Morticia's neck and shoulders which you lapped up, hungrily. 

Once you were satisfied, you moved in front of Morticia, slowly and painfully removing your t-shirt and shorts, drawing a pleading whimper from Morticia. 

"Aw, what's the matter, slut?" you teased, your (E/C) eyes ablaze with anger and lust, "Wish you were the one taking my clothes off?" 

Morticia nodded, moaning as you stepped up to her in nothing but your white lace bra and red silk underwear. Morticia pulled at her restraints, wanting so desperately to run her hands over you, to trace the outline of every one of the tattoos that covered your beautiful body. 

You got down on your knees, slowly lifting up the hem of her dress, exposing her clothed, soaked core. You smirked dangerously, pushing the black fabric aside and latching your lips onto her clit, beginning to suck at it, earning a loud moan from Morticia. You hummed into her core, slowly slipping a finger into her cunt and pumping it in and out of her. Morticia's moans grew louder and so you added another finger, increasing your pace and ferocity. Not longer after you added a third finger, causing Morticia's legs to shake violently, pulling out as you felt her about to cum. Morticia groaned as you pulled away, her body slackening. 

"I told you you wouldn't be cumming tonight, bitch." you sneered, licking her juices off of your fingers and moving behind her. You unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, tearing off her bra and underwear. 

"We're going to try something new tonight." you hissed, removing your undergarments as you shapeshifted so that you now had a massive cock, "You think you can handle mommy's cock, little brat?" 

Morticia could only whimper, which you took as a 'yes', aligning your cock with her entrance and sliding into her, causing her to squeal as you began pounding into her tight hole. 

"God, Tish--!" you grunted as you thrusted into her, "You're so tight! So, tight for mommy! Such a good slut, taking all of mommy's cock so well!" 

You thrusted into her quickly, going deeper with each thrust. In no time you came, stopping completely when you felt her walls clench around you. Morticia moaned pleadingly, pulling on her restraints as she tried to get loose. You ignored her, pulling out of her ass and moving in front of her, lining your cock up with her cunt and pushing into her, starting the process over again. 

An hour later you had stopped Morticia from coming almost twenty times and finally decided she'd been punished enough. Pulling out of her for the final time, you shifted back and slowly removed Morticia's hands from the hook and untied the cloth, carrying her sex puddle of a body over to the bed. 

"You've been so good, my little brat," you said softly, "Sit on my face, and I'll let you cum." 

Morticia's eyes lit up happily, as you helped her straddle your face. A heavenly moan leapt from Morticia's mouth as your tongue swiped through her folds, lapping her juices from her overused cunt. You snaked one hand up her body and began toying with her breasts while your thumb toyed with her sore clit. 

"Oh, shit--! Mommy!" Morticia cried, tears slipping down her face as you skilfully ate her out, "M-mommy, please! Please, let me cum! Please?!" 

You hummed into her core giving her the permission she'd been longing for. With a final flick of your tongue Morticia came and you hurried to lap up her cum, eating it as if it were your last meal while Morticia screamed your name like a broken record. 

After helping Morticia down from her high, you crawled out from under her, taking her in your arms. She nuzzled her face into your chest, delicately tracing the outlines of the tattoo's on your arms and chest, planting a gentle kiss on the raven tattoo hovering just over your heart while you stroked her matching tattoo; the only one she'd ever gotten. 

"I love you, Tish." you murmured into her hair, "I'm sorry I neglected you this past week. I promise it won't happen again." 

"I love you too, Y/n." Morticia whispered, before falling asleep. 

You sighed and smiled warmly, planting a kiss on the top of her head before closing your eyes and allowing sleep to overtake you.

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𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎’𝚜 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝

Sylus X Evie (OC)

Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (penetration/use of ‘sweetie, kitten, sir’/light power play/climax control/gentle hair pulling & teeth grazing) Sylus lowkey offs a guy, situationship dynamic

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #1: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝑜�� 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

My head snaps up as the dining room doors swing open, a ridiculously tall man strolling through like he owns the place. Well, actually, he does own the place.

“Welcome back, Sir.” I greet him in a calm but upbeat manner. “Is any of that blood yours? Should I dig out the first aid kit?”

Sylus, the big bad boss of Onychinus and the devil parents use to scare their children into behaving, doesn’t glance my way. Instead, he makes the blood staining his figure vanish into black mist and heads for the back end of the large dining table. “No. Bring me some wine.”

Setting the documents in my hand down, I get up and move to his displayed collection. “Do you have a preference today?”

I hear a chair pull out, hear the rustling of his clothing as he sits down. “No.”

“Then you can have whatever I can reach.”

I think I hear him snicker, but don’t risk commenting on it. In no time at all, I have a glass filled and set on the table within his reach. Sylus picks up the glass and swirls the dark liquid around before taking a sip. He closes his eyes, either savouring the taste or taking a moment to rest.

I allow him that moment of peace. Then, I pop it like a bubble. “I know you just got back, Sir, but there is a matter we should discuss.”

Sylus cracks his eyes open and levels me with that intense crimson gaze of his. That look used to scare me, froze my body in a way that had me rooted to whatever spot I was standing in. “Is it necessary to discuss this now?”

“Well, no.” I hold my tongue just long enough for him to close his eyes and return to that restful state. “Unless you care that money is missing from the organization’s accounts with no explanation for it.”

Again, he opens his eyes. I fight back a smirk at the barely there change in his expression; the change between being annoyed at the situation and annoyed with me for interrupting his peace. Twice. “What is it?”

I leave his side to grab the evidence I need from the mess of paperwork scattered across the other side of the dining table. I have an my own office in his wing of the base, but sometimes I need a surface larger than my desk to organize everything, hence why everything is spread out in the dining room.

I place the most important documents containing my findings in front of him. “The accountants sent over the final income reports for this month. The revenue is lower than we usually see, about forty percent lower. I did some more digging,” Shifting my attention to a copy of a map, I pointed to a particular district outlined in a hot pink marker. “This seems to be the route where the loss is coming from. I asked Luke and Kieran to drop by the businesses that work with us and ask for the authentic copies of their transaction records. Every single one checks out. The businesses have paid what they owe for the month.”

Skimming over the reality of our partnership with the businesses in the N109 Zone is second nature now. Onychinus makes money in many ways, collecting protection money is just one of them. Normally, those who seek out the organization’s protection aren’t ballsy enough to play around with their debts, but it was still a possibility that needed to be looked into.

Sylus hummed, the sound rumbling deep in my ears like a mountain experiencing an earthquake. He gave the wine in his glass another swirl. “So, it’s an inside job.”

“That’s what the evidence is leading me to believe.” I cross my arms and pinch my chin. “Forty percent is big enough loss to notice right away. The accountants should have caught on immediately, unless-”

“They’re in on it.” He downs the rest of his glass. “Who was collecting debts for the area this month?”

I shrug. “No idea. It’s my job to catch these things, and it’s your job to solve them.” I glance at the clock and grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m stepping out for my lunch break. I’ll be back in an hour.”

His eyes are baring holes into my back, I can feel it as I practically skip towards the doors. “I want this mess cleaned up when you get back.”

“Yes, Sir!”

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #2: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓈

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #3: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒

“That’s a lovely painting.” I say, gesturing towards a beautiful landscape hanging on the wall with the hand holding my glass. “May I ask who painted it?”

The man sitting across from me in the skyscraper’s boardroom looks less than pleased in my presence. He came across rather irate when we met in the lobby, immediately asking where Sylus was and grumbling the entire elevator ride up after learning he was running a bit late.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from warning him that stressing over this meeting would only make his wrinkles deepen.

Tapping his finger impatiently on the gilded handle of his walking stick, he tilts his chin towards the painting. “That is one of Rafayel’s masterpieces. The only one of its kind.”

“It’s lovely. Mr. Rafayel certainly knows his way around a colour palette.” I take a sip of the water. “I wonder what was going through his mind when he painted it. Any thoughts?”

“No.” He pulls a golden watch from his pocket, clicking his tongue at the time. “Are you sure Sylus is coming to this meeting? I certainly hope I’m not wasting my time entertaining a young lady with no real hand in Onychinus’ affairs.”

My smile widens. “Of course not. Mr. Sylus is a busy man, but he wouldn’t abandon a meeting without word. If you are unable to wait any longer, I can notify Mr. Sylus that we’ll have to reschedule - if he is willing to reschedule. It took a lot of convincing on your part to have him agree to meet with you, yes?”

I reach for my phone sitting on the edge of the table, but he holds up a hand to stop me. “It’s alright. I can wait.”

The door opens just then, and in comes the man we’ve been waiting for. Sylus looks as intimidating as ever, though to me he almost seems bored. His red eyes find me first, then shift silently to the man who has been nearly harassing our phone lines for the past week.

Smiling, I stand up and turn my body towards my boss, hands folded in front of me. “Glad to have you join us, Sir. Mr. Gallagher has been very eager to speak with you.”

Sylus’ lips curled into a sneer. “So, I’ve heard. Your proposal must be worth my while, considering all the trouble you’ve gone through to get me here.”

A bead of sweat rolls down Gallagher’s temple, but he wipes it away with a handkerchief as Sylus and I take our seats. “I appreciate your kindness in coming all the way here today, Mr. Sylus. Now, let us begin.”

Half an hour passes, and nothing comes from Gallagher’s ramblings. On and on he went about a research project he wanted his company to jump in on, spoke blatantly about just how much funding they would need. He has statistics and research papers from the past, before the age of technology we have today, but not once in has he mentioned Onychinus’ benefit in backing this project.

My hidden glances at Sylus revealed nothing of what he was thinking, and I had given up after the third attempt to read his mind. A year and a half I’ve been working under him, and his mind is still a mystery to me most of the time.

“Evie.” Sylus suddenly calls my name, interrupting Gallagher in the middle of his spiel.

Recognizing the cue, I close the notebook I have wasted an entire page of. “Yes, Sir?”

“How long has Mr. Gallagher been wasting our time for?”

I glance at the clock. “A little over thirty minutes, Sir.”

Sylus hums, but it sounds more like a growl. “Thirty minutes.” He taps his finger repeatedly against his temple. “Tell me, Mr. Gallagher, you’ve spoken a lot about what Onychinus can do for you, but what can your company offer me for this deliberate waste of time?”

The older man, with more bravery than someone with a receding hairline should have, points a finger at Sylus. “Now, you listen here, ya’ punk! You wasted an hour of my time making me wait on ya’! What are ya’ gonna do to compensate me for that, huh?!”

The temperature in the room suddenly drops. Sylus is as still as a predator, lying in wait to pounce when the prey least expects it. The room is so silent, I swear I can hear Gallagher’s heartbeat growing louder with each unsteady breath.

I lean to the side, bringing myself closer to Sylus. “I think your tardiness has offended him, Sir.”

Slowly, with both hands in his pockets, Sylus rises to his feet. With shaking hands, Gallagher draws a pistol from the inside of his coat and points the barrel at the large man’s chest.

“I-I’m warning ya’!” Gallagher explains, voice shaking almost as badly as his hands. “D-Don’tcha take another step towards me!”

The sinister grin on Sylus’ face, even though it isn’t directed at me, sends shivers down my spine. “Or what?”

The old man’s Adam’s apple bobs, eyes doubling in size. In the blink of an eye, the gun changes its aim from my boss to me.

That’s as far as he gets. Black and red mist swirl around his body, seizing his wrist and forcing him to drop the gun. It clatters to the ground as the mist yanks him off his feet, suspending him in the air.

Gallagher clutches his throat as if doing so would free him of the Evol’s hold, kicks his legs in a feeble attempt to escape. The more he thrashes, the more obvious his struggle to breathe becomes. By the time Sylus finally lets him go, Gallagher is nothing but a heap on the ground.

When the room falls quiet again, I stand up and gather my phone, notebook and pen. “I think we best take our leave now, Sir. There isn’t anything more to discuss.”

Sylus heads for the door. “Come. I will drop you off at the office.”

A spring found its way into my step as I chased after him, his strides much longer than mine. “Are we taking the motorcycle?”

“The car.”

My shoulders dropped. “Well, that’s not as fun.”

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #4: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #5: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹

A cup of warm honey tea in hand, I set the ceiling lights of my office to a dim lighting and stroll inside. The small office, neat and tidy and cozy, is irresistible at this hour of the night. It called to me like a siren’s song, its summons so strong I changed the taxi’s drop off address from my home to here.

I didn’t fight the urge much; I was looking for an excuse to avoid going home this late, anyway. Returning early from the club would open the door for my brothers to pry.

Mephisto swoops in through the ajar door, landing on a perch near the desk. His red eyes glow like a beacon in the shadows, watching me for a moment before opening his beak to caw.

“Shhh!” I hiss, scrambling for the bag of chopped peanuts I keep hidden in one of the drawers. “Don’t you dare disturb the boss.”

The odds of Sylus actually sleeping at night are low, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take.

I dump a handful into the flat dish attached to the perch. Mephisto stops his ruckus to eat them, the treat keeping him distracted enough for me to get the fireplace going. He’s finished them by the time I settle into the leather chair on wheels.

“No more.” I sternly answer his silent, pleading look. “I will not be the one to get in trouble if you become too fat to fly.”

Mephisto, seemingly displeased, rustles his wings before taking off to do whatever it is mechanical crows do in their free time.

I get started on work the moment he leaves. It’s nothing complicated, just filing paper documents and sorting through digital ones on my laptop, organizing schedules and meetings for Sylus over the next few weeks. The smallest of the bookshelves keeps creeping into the corners of my vision, trying to tempt me to stop working and pick up one of the saucy novels instead. Definitely not work material, but with my brothers, it’s too risky to keep these kinds of books at home. Anything I want to hide from them, I have to hide it in here.

I hear the door click shut as I’m filing papers into the cabinet. Turning my head, I find Sylus, dressed in a red robe, approaching my desk. “Good evening, Sir.”

He picks up the top page from a stack of papers I have yet to sort through, and after looking it over, pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not only are you working overtime at this hour, but you’re doing so on a Friday night.”

I sneak a glance at the clock. “Technically, it’s Saturday morning, Sir.”

“You don’t work weekends; you made that clear when I agreed to hire you. My point still stands.” He turns his gaze to me and doesn’t bother to hide the way his eyes mark my outfit. I, meanwhile, am struggling to keep my eyes off the ‘V’ his robe makes down his beautifully toned chest and stomach. “What happened, sweetie? Did you get so bored at the club, you decided to come work instead?”

Perhaps I should be concerned with how he knew where I have been, but Sylus has eyes and ears everywhere. Either Mephisto followed me, the twins said something about my plans for a girls night with my friends outside the organization, or he put the pieces together from my makeup and clothing alone. Impressive, if that’s the case - my low cut jeans and crop-top are more of a casual style that could be worn anywhere.

Instead of just standing there gawking, I moved back to the desk and started putting away the unfinished work. I’ll finish it another time. “It’s not that I was bored. I got kicked out.”

His chuckle had me looking up. “You got kicked out? What did you do, kitten? Scratch someone’s eyes out?”

When all the papers are safely tucked into the drawer, I lock it and put the key back in a smaller drawer. “Pretty much. Some men can’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” Recalling the satisfying crunch of his nose under my fist has me smirking. “Maybe he’ll remember tonight every time he looks in the mirror from now on.”

“Did you strike the way I showed you?”

Smirk growing, I nodded once. “Broke his nose.”

Sylus chuckles. “Good girl.”

My core pulls tight, thighs squeezing together at the rush of heat pooling between them. That sort of praise with the baritone voice he has is dangerous.

My reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. In fact, it flips a switch in him that turns his amusement into something almost predatory. The change in his eyes brings with it an electricity in the air, igniting a buzzing in my skin and a pounding in my heart.

“Are you… satisfied with the fun you’ve had tonight, sweetie?” Sylus asks, making his way around to my side of the desk with languid strides.

I turn with him, keeping my front to him, never taking my eyes off him. There’s no where to run to, and I have to tilt my head up and lean back against the desk just to keep eye contact as he gets closer. Sylus is pure dominance, towering over me and caging me in as he grips both sides of the desk.

Subconsciously, I lick my suddenly dry lips. “No.”

“No?” He lifts one hand and drags the pad of his thumb over my lips, then down and across my chin. “If you’re in the mood, would you like to play our special game?”

My blood runs hot, temptation whispering into my ear like a little devil on my shoulder. The skin where his thumb touched tingles, the taste of an addiction bubbling on my tongue. “A game sounds nice.”

Sylus hums and tilts his head a little. His thumb returns to my lips, parting them so he could tease the wet inside of my lower lip. “And what do we say when we want this game to stop?”

The cogs in my mind stopped at some point, and I have to kick them back into gear. “Crow.”

“Again.”

“Crow.” I repeat, much faster this time.

Sylus chuckles again, but this time, it comes out deeper and sends a wave of arousal through me. He lashes me with those lethal words of praise again. “Good girl.”

Then I’m being devoured by him, my lips and tongue under the command of his as he takes what he wants - what we both want. My moan comes out muffled, swallowed by him as I pathetically push my tongue against his. I’m not trying to force him out, that’s a battle I’ll never win; I just want to feel how strong he is, test how much control he has.

The answer is all of it, just the way I like it.

His massive hands sear my skin as he grips my bare waist, squeezing and pulling, dragging across my lower back and tracing the hem of my top. Mine can’t stay still either, moving quickly in their exploration of his chest. I have to grab fistfuls of his robe as a means of grounding myself when he suddenly grabs me beneath the thighs and lifts. A moment later, I’m being set down on the top of my desk.

One of my arms rests across the back of his neck and shoulders, the other extended behind me so I could brace my hand on the desk for extra support against the onslaught of Sylus’ kisses. One of his hands is planted on my thigh in a near bruising grip, the other busy with popping out the buttons of my top. When the last one comes undone, he halts his kisses to slide the sleeves down my arms and throw the unnecessary garment aside. He doesn’t treat my bra any much differently.

My breasts are exposed, nipples hardened from the foreplay, but Sylus doesn’t pounce right away. He’s too cunning for that, enjoys playing with my desires too much to pass up making me beg for it.

Instead, he buries his hand in my hair and, gently pulling on the roots, tilts my head back so my throat is bared to him. He drags his mouth over the sensitive skin, teasing me with tongue, teeth and kisses of varying pressure.

“Sylus.” I whine, giving his shoulder a squeeze. A pulse starts between my legs, one so intense it makes me want to clamp my thighs shut. I can’t, not with him standing between my knees. “Sylus, please.”

“Please’ what, kitten?” He nibbles my earlobe, blows a breath of air across it that has me gasping. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me.” I cave, breathless. “Please stop teasing me.”

Sylus breaths a chuckle against the side of my head. “You have such good manners, sweetie, but I’m afraid you’re not being specific. I am touching you.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. “N-Not there.”

“No?” His fingers drag over my stomach, his touch featherlight. I’m so sensitive, my back arches beneath his attention. “Here, then?”

Again, I shake my head. My breasts feel heavy, aching so bad they almost hurt.

“Ah.” Sylus feigns realization, pretending as though he had no idea what I wanted before now. “I see. You must mean here.”

I cry out as his lips wrap around my left nipple, tongue and teeth toying with the hardened bud. Pain isn’t my thing, but the lightest teases of it such as gentle hair pulling and teeth grazing gets me off more than I want to admit it. Sylus knows my limits and has always maintained respect with my boundaries, even though this kind of play was something I didn’t know I liked until getting involved with him.

It’s only after giving equal attention to both breasts that Sylus advances, swiftly undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. With one arm wrapped around me, he hoists me up by the waist and uses the opposite hand to tug the waistband past my hips, bringing my underwear along with it. I squeal at the show of strength, but my attention is quickly redirected when he sets me down and yanks the remainder of my clothing down my legs, taking my shoes off with it. He tosses everything aside like they’re meaningless and steps back between my legs.

Excitement buzzes in my veins as he tilts my head back again. Then comes relief when he finally touches me.

His groan mixes with my moan and the cracking of the fireplace, lips brushing against my cheek as he speaks. “You’re so eager, sweetie. You enjoy this game as much as I do, don’t you?”

Another moan spills into the air. I can feel how slick I am, can hear it when he sinks a finger into me. My back momentarily arches at the much welcomed intrusion. “Yes, Sir.”

He releases my roots to cup the back of my head instead, adjusting its position so I’m looking at him instead of the ceiling. His eyes are narrowed, dominant but also painfully gentle in a commanding sort of way. “Did that man touch you?”

“Y-Yes.” I answer, slowly losing myself to the pleasure.

“Where?” It’s a non-negotiable question.

“He-” I have to take a breath to get my brain on track, but it’s a shaky one. What happened in the club again? It takes a second to come back to me. “H-He grabbed my hips and- ah- t-tried dancing behind me.” I should keep my mouth shut, but a certain thought has a weak, breathy giggle escaping. “Are you jealous, Sir?”

The addition of a second figure quickly shuts me up. Sylus curls them, nudging a spot that makes my muscles tighten and hands claw at his chest. “Unless you want to be treated like a brat, I suggest you watch your mouth.”

Tempting, but not what I want this time. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Good.”

His fingers disappear, and I whine at the loss. Sylus pulls the knot of his belt and shrugs off his robe, discarding it like he did with everything else. Pulling me off the desk by the hips, Sylus sets me on my feet and lifts one of my legs until he can get the crease of his elbow beneath my knee. To keep my balance, I hold onto his broad shoulder with one hand and grip the edge of the desk behind me with the other.

“Eyes on me.” Sylus commands, lightly tapping me beneath the chin to get my attention.

I look into his eyes, let those deep pools of red pull me in and strip me bare - more bare than I already am. I hold his gaze even as the tip of him nudges against my entrance. Hold it as he slowly sinks inside.

My jaw drops as he fills me, inch by delicious inch stretching me more than his fingers had. Sylus is big, and though my body is more accustomed to him now, he’s still kind enough to take this part slow.

“That’s it.” His voice is huskier now, thumbs massaging circles into my skin as he helps hold me steady. As he slowly pushes and pulls his hips. “Good girl. You can look where you want now.”

As soon as he releases the invisible leash, my eyes drop to where we’re connected. Combined with the pleasure of his building movements, it’s too much, too overwhelming. So instead I lift my gaze to his stomach, watching his abdominal muscles work as he starts to set his rhythm. A strong, steady rhythm that has gasps, cries and moans dancing on my tongue with each thrust.

“Fuck.” I whisper, feeling a familiar knot start to pull in the pit of my stomach. Every push of his hips into me makes it pull tighter and tighter, my breath climbing higher and higher. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I realize my error instantly, but it’s still too late to correct myself. Sylus pulls out of me completely, and instead of crashing into the waters of euphoria, I fall flat onto a hard nothing.

Sylus clicks his tongue cups my cheek in his hand, tilting my head up until I’m looking at him. “Is that how we ask for things?”

I shake my head, parting my lips as he skims his thumb over them. “No, Sir.”

His lips curl into a cruel smirk. “Was it so good that you forgot the rules? Do we need to take a break so you can remember?”

Frantic, I shake my head. “No, Sir. I remember.”

Sylus hums and drops his hand from my face, lining himself back up. “Let’s try that again.”

In no time at all, I’m back to where I had been before my mistake. I can feel his eyes boring into me, watching, waiting to see if I’ll screw up again. I can almost sense the gears in his head turning, trying to decide what he’ll do if I fail.

But I don’t fail. The second that knot pulls dangerously tight, I’m looking into his eyes and asking. Pleading, more like. “Can I come, Sir? Please?”

“Better.” Sylus leans down and kisses me once. “You can come. Come for me, Evie.”

The band snaps at his approval. My cry is loud, body trying to arch yet curl in on itself at the same time. I’m not sure when my head goes blank, but when I start to recover, it’s to Sylus’ sexy voice in my ear and his deadly fingers drawing circles onto my clit, heightening the stimulation.

“Good girl.” He praises, carefully setting my leg down. He cups my face again and rests his forehead against mine. “See how much better it is when we ask nicely?”

I nod, whining at the aftershocks still working through my body. Sylus kisses me again before spinning me around, one hand pushing on my back until I’m bent over with my chest pressing against the cold surface of the desk. He moves my hair out of the way and attaches his lips to the back of my neck, alternating between open mouth kisses and teases of his teeth as he makes his way down my spine. I moan and scratch the wood with my nails, trying to be patient.

He reconnects with me when I least expect it, one hand planting itself on the desk near my head while the other grabs my wrist and pins it to my lower back. His grip is firm, not crushing, and he isn’t pulling on my arm either; is just holding it there. He immediately begins a brutal pace, his hips colliding with my ass at every inward thrust, his shaft hitting places deeper than before. It’s just so Sylus that I can’t help but throw my remaining caution to the wind. I wrap my free hand around his arm as a means of grounding myself, delighted by how solid his muscles are.

Tears begin to line my lashes from the intense pleasure. I turn my head, letting my cheek rest on the desk so I can peek at Sylus from the corner of my vision. He’s devastatingly beautiful, his jaw dropped a little as he watches the way he claims me. Beads of sweat catch the light of the fire as they roll down his skin, white hair falling with the way his head is titled. His heavy breaths wrap around me like a blanket and sink through my skin until they settle in my bones.

Unfair. Truly, this man is unfair.

The knot in my stomach comes back, the muscles between my thighs clamping down on him in anticipation of what’s on the horizon. He must feel it, because his eyes lift until they met my gaze. “Do you have something to ask me, sweetie?”

‘Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.’ I mentally plead with myself. My thoughts are working faster than my voice, surprisingly. “May I come again, Sir?”

“Good girl.” He growls, the possessive tone in his voice sending shocks through my core. “Come.”

His command does me in. The sound that comes out of me is a high pitched squeal, my acrylic nails digging into his arm as white hot release burns through me. “Sylus!”

Suddenly, the wrist that was pinned to my lower back is set free. Sylus grabs me by the biceps and hauls me up so I’m no longer laying on the desk, one of his arms banding across my stomach to hold me up. The other dives between my thighs, finding my clit again. “One more.”

Choking on a sob, I claw at his arms. “I can’t!”

“You can.”

I don’t have a choice. No, I have a choice - one four letter word and this all stops. But I don’t want to use that word.

One more. I can take one more.

The third release robs me of my voice. I slump back against Sylus, boneless in his arms as he chases his end. It doesn’t take him much longer to find it.

“Fuck, Evie-” He groans against my neck, pulling out at the last second. He’s nearly crushing me against him, short bursts of tremors working their way through his body.

Managing to peel my eyes open, I wiggle out of his hold and slump over the desk, my arm as heavy as lead as I reach over to pull a small towel from one of the drawers. I toss it over my shoulder, waiting until Sylus has regained himself enough to take it and clean us up.

His fingers gently take the towel from mine. “You keep these in your desk?”

“Must I explain why?” I try to fire back, but I’m way too tired to sound the slightest bit sarcastic.

His hands are gentle as he works, but I still have to bite my lip when he attends to the more sensitive areas. “I’m almost done. Hang in there.”

I hum in response. It’s all I can manage.

The towel disappears from my skin a minute later. Sylus puts his robe back on and helps me redress, then places me in the chair while he puts out the fire. Once the embers have snuffed out, Sylus returns and lifts me into his arms, carrying me out of the office. He heads further down the wing to where his home is.

“Bath or shower?” He asks, keeping his gaze forward.

“Bath.” My response is quick. “I can’t trust myself to stay standing. Can I use your fancy soaps and stuff?”

One corner of his lips curl. “You can use whatever you’d like.”

“Oils, too?”

“Yes, kitten. Oils, too.”

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #6: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝑔𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈… 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈

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@softlycandescent @goat-mama-breezie

[zombiewhor3]

FRICTION

fem reader x eddie munson & steve harrington

WARNINGS: reader is 18, arm riding, bicep riding, no body type is mentioned except for the OCS, multiple orgasms, three some, polyamory relationship, mention orf affairs? Implications of sex, oral sex (fem receiving) clit play, mutual masturbation, male and female masturbation, praising kink, fluid eating (cum only), overstimulation! MINORS DNI!!

: this is being reposted on this acc from my old one, so i promise you i am not stealing someones work i just want more of my stranger things one-shots uploaded onto this tumblr account

Y/n had been having a two way affair with Steve and Eddie it started a few months ago in Eddie's trailer when y/n couldn't decide which one she wanted so she let both of them have her.

She was best friends with both of them so it was a plus because whenever they hung out it wasn't all about sex.

Steve and Eddie never did anything to each other they only do stuff to her, which she didn't mind what so ever.

She loved the idea of being surprised with new games or new ways to pleasure her.

Some days Eddie would use his hand cuffs or Steve would use his clothes to tie her up instead.

It was like a roller coaster for her, the eagerness of Friday nights always made her jittery with excited because these were the nights they planned as their "meeting nights" even though they practically hung out everyday.

-

Currently she was sitting in Steve's room working on part of her math homework,

she looked up to see Steve and Eddie lifting weights to each other she could feel her self blush shaking it off so she could focus back on her homework.

Steve and Eddie shared a passion for working out they loved it but not as much as y/n loved watching them work out. They were both shirtless speaking to each other as they stood in front of Steve's mirror,

y/n was biting her lip her pencil was at the edge of her mouth watching both of their toned chests start to drip with sweat both of their arms moving in an upward direction she was practically drooling over the sight of it.

Eddie could see this slightly from the corner of his eye and partially in the mirror, he smirked slightly acting like he didn't notice her gaze on them.

He liked the fact the fact that both boys had control of y/n they liked being able to tease her and surprise her because they knew she loved the feeling of it.

Eddie turned around facing y/n who tried to look away rapidly her eyes glancing down to her paper before trying to get a peak of Eddie,

his v line was exposed where he had a tattoo for his band his abs were visible to they were perfectly formed onto his body making y/n froth at the mouth

now she couldn't really focus on her homework without snagging a glance at him every two seconds.

Steve turned around also catching onto Eddie's idea he smirked at y/n who's face was turning a crimson red she was trying to act like she was writing something down

but her hand was shaking to much knowing both of the boys were staring at her

she looked up at them biting her lip as her eyes wandered their body and up to their biceps she loved their arms something about them was hot really hot to her.

She watched both boys set the weights down looking over at Eddie who sat in the chair at Steve's desk lighting a cigarette puffing out the smoke from in between his lips.

his forehead had sweat dripping from it,

he spread his legs gesturing for y/n to come to him she nodded eagerly tossing her homework aside going to him as he placed her in his lap staring into her eyes.

"You like these?" He asked gesturing to his arms feeling y/n squeeze one causing him to smile watching her nibble at her lip at the sight of his biceps,

"wanna try something new?" He whispered to her watching the girl tilt her head but agreeing, Eddie passed his cigarette to Steve. Eddie was flexing his arm,

"hop on" he told y/n who lifted up her skirt her clothed pussy skimming Eddie's muscle as he flexed keeping in that position for her to ride it.

"Ride it princess you know you want to" Eddie told her feeling her glide her self back and forth on him moaning a the friction she increased her pace with how good it felt,

"Oh god!" She whined loudly clenching her eyes feeling the tension against her clothed clit she wanted more it so she stopped

as Eddie helped her remove her panties tossing them aside his hands pulled down her skirt to her ankles her feet kicked it off before returning to rubbing and forth on his arm.

His muscles was causing a needy friction against her bare clit causing her to moan aloud moving even faster

her her hips rocked back and forth moaning softly each time her clit skimmed part of bicep

Steve watched standing in front of the two he liked the sight of her half bare torso humping as she moaned aloud.

Eddie had his dick in his hands pumping it with his other hand groaning softly feeling his dick twitch knowing he was close already

Steve could feel the bulge in his pants grow he sat on her bed palming himself softly just to tease him self a little before it was her turn to ride him.

Eddie was looking at y/n who's eyes were clenched shut her legs were shaking as she started to slow down

"no no don't stop keep going I want you to cum all over my arm"

Y/n increased her speed feeling the knot in her stomach tighten and then release itself against Eddie's bicep she whimpered in pleasure loudly,

Eddie came at the same exact time shooting ribbons of his cum onto part of her body moaning loudly.

"you liked that didn't you princess" Eddie said helping her down watching her rapidly nodding her head he grabbed the towel on the desk next to him wiping the white ribbons of cum off of him and her.

He set her in his lap pointing at Steve who was rubbing his crotch softly to relive some sort of pressure his bulge had,

"you think you can give one more orgasm for Steve sweetie" Eddie said bouncing his knee with her on it causing her to whine feeling the vibration against her throbbing clit

"Yes sir" she replied feeling eddie stand up swapping spots with Steve, y/n gave him a soft kiss before climbing up on his bicep,

Steve did the same thing as Eddie he started to pump his cock in his hand heading y/n whimper even louder now that she was sensitive from riding Eddie earlier

She screamed loudly feeling her climax come already so close to her she started to go faster and faster feeling the inner part of her legs go numb while her clit was being pleasured,

Steve pumped his hand faster up and down his own eyes shutting along with hers.

"Cum!" Y/n gasped aloud at Steve who was already just seconds away from his orgasm, "

come on his bicep" Eddie said panting from the other side of the room as he was pumping his own cock in his hands.

Y/n came her juices spilling onto Steve's skin as his dick shot with cum covering his chest

Steve cleaned him self up setting the sensitive y/n on the bed her clit was aching already she was still bare laying back on Steve's sheets as the two boys stood infront of her,

"that was such a good girl someone deserves another orgasm" Eddie said reaching his face in between her legs

his tongue was swiping against her clit feeling y/n practically jump up tugging at Eddie's hair she was whining really loud as Steve stood behind them watching,

Eddie's tongue flicked faster and faster until y/n was yelping for her release which Steve granted her as Eddie felt her juices spill out onto his lips but he still didn't stop he continued flicking his tongue up and down hoping for her to cum again,

her thighs clenched around his face harshly feeling his tongue continue flicking its way up and down over and over

until she finally came on his face one more her hips were bucked into the air her legs shaking so much

y/n watched as he licked his lips clean moving out of the way so Steve could get a taste.

Y/n was enjoying it but she was so sensitive right now it would only take a little bit of movement from Steve's tongue to make her cum

Steve's tongue started to lick a stripe up her pussy and when it reached her clit she was whimpering feeling his tongue swirl on her clit sucking and nibbling slighty at the sore area.

Eddie clasped one of y/n's hand feeling her nails dig into his skin while her other hand gripped on tightly to Steve's hair she was about to cry but she was enjoying it.

"I cant! It's to much" she yelped feeling her back arch back and down from the bed feeling Steve's hands holding her in place while he increased his pace.

"Do you want him to stop?" Eddie asked her watching her whine out loudly,

"No!" Y/n replied bucking her hips the air she could feel another orgasm coming

“oh god it's to much! It's to much" she whimpered louder until the overstimulation was to much and she tipped over the edge coming so hard she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head,

as her head tossed itself back into Steve's pillows her body shaking so hard and so fast.

Steve pulled away from her patting her stomach watching her pant rapidly shushing her that it was okay

"you were so good princess" he cooed to her helping her slip on her underwear and one of his shirts.

Eddie was rubbing her hand and kissed it softly "that was such a good slut y/n you tasted so good" he teased at her in her ear watching a smile grow on her face

as they got dressed settling into the bed with her.

[suns-out-sleeps-in]

Hey party people so I'm not usually one for this kind of thing but do yourself and others a favor by reporting and blocking an account called @rokon24 who seems to be either a spam account or just general malicious intent because they seem to be

A. Stealing artwork and posting with no mention of the original artist, presumably to pass on as their own work.

B. Copy and pasting entire fics to, once again presumably, take credit for said work.

C. Linking porn sites to everything they post/steal/copy. Every. Single. Post.

Allow me to elaborate. Also be warned of mentioned sexual content so I'm slapping this with an 18+ warning just to cover my butt/bases.

1st. Stealing artwork, Exhibit A.

Now, anyone who's been in the twisted wonderland fandom long enough knows how to spot @ryllen 's art style from a mile away, given the fact that it's so distinct, which is what initially caught my attention because I was scrolling through the trey clover tag and ryllen's art popped up as posted under rokon. I will also be showing the replies in added screenshots that point out when something is being reposted with no credit.

Exhibit B.

I personally know nothing about Murder Drones but I do know of it. Basically same thing as Exhibit A just in a different fandom. Same scummy practice of taking art and passing it off as their own when in fact it's @new-management-murder-drones-au . It also seems like rokon has a fairly quick turnaround time of taking things.

Still a very shitty thing.

2nd. Stealing fanfics, Exhibit A.

As you can see in the screenshot replies, @shouyuus fic for the arcane series is just straight up copy-paste according to fellow users. Arcane seems to be the latest obsession of rokon given the fact that it is extremely popular right now and there were tons of fanart and text posts made which I can bet you were reposted as well.

Exhibit B.

Once again, more of the same copy paste method, this time with @nezuscribe in the jjk fandom.

It's insane when Tumblr has the reblog button that literally would have done the same thing with less effort. You have to go out of your way to steal content this way. What literally is a button click becomes taking like 5 extra steps just to get the same result.

3rd. Linking porn sites.

This is what confuses me tbh. I can't tell if this is bot behavior or what since literally every post has that "learn more" porn site attachment, but usually these types of bots are very obvious in their sexual content add-ons. So this leads me to believe it's an actual person considering the hoops they're jumping through to either fool people or just steal from others.

The fact that they try to pass themselves off as a news channel when literally nothing they have posted in the last 2 weeks is news related confuses me even more.

I literally could not tell you if any of the posts they make are actually them or just ripped from someone else word for word. I'm not inclined to believe otherwise so the only thing I can tell you is look up the account and see if you either see your personal stuff or someone you know if you have the time or energy for it. Block and report for whatever you think fits and hopefully the account goes away quietly and peacefully.

Spread the news to other fandoms and creators as well and hopefully everything works out and this user is punished for what they've done.

But don't try to send hate messages or threats or anything stupid like that. Just report the account and move on unless they or whoever runs the account tries to escalate things. Don't be an idiot over someone who doesn't deserve the mental exercise.

Thanks for listening to me yap and stay safe out there, everyone.

[ichor-infected-au]

"...Who's there?"

"Oh, It's You."

"Come inside, and sanitize your hands, will you? I don't want the infection spreading."

Everything was normal, and the scientists were testing out the ichor as usual to make sure it was fit to keep using as a power source. But it had a strange consistency, it was very sticky and just... gross.

The following day, one of the scientists didn't come into work, claiming they had a cold.

Except for it wasn't a cold, it was an infection. A deadly infection, caused by the power source. No one knows where it came from, or how it developed, but it is his goal to find out how to cure it.

Hello, my friends, it is I, @asillylittlecreature, happy to present to you a Tumblr blog for this dandy's world au I've been working on!

This au is called Ichor Infected!

! General Trigger warning for Mental Health Topics, Scuicide, and implied Self-Harm !

Rules-

Be a decent human being

You can make FANART, no NSFW. You can also tag me :3

DNI LIST-

Homophobic/transphobic, TERF, If you support Elon Musk or Donald Trump, NSFW-only accounts, Proshippers/darkshippers,Pedos/MAPS,Zoophiles, Radqueer

OKAY! So, now we're past the important stuff, lets get into the fun stuff! All of the toons will be included in this AU, plus some OCs! Each one will have a Refrence sheet explaining their personality, appearance, gender/sexuality, and relationship dynamics! That can all be found below!

If some of the character listed are missing reference sheets, please don't be mad, I probably just haven't made it yet ^^ (also please tell me if I'm missing anyone, 25+ toons is a lot to keep track of)

All of the toons are also human! This is a real world au, sort of a zombie/infection apocalypse thing?

MAIN CHARACTERS

Rodger

Connie

Vee

Glisten

Toodles

Shrimpo

OTHER CHARACTERS

Goob

Scraps

Cosmo

Sprout

Finn

Teagan

Poppy

Boxton

Shelly

Dandy/Pebbles

Bobette/Coal

Rudie

Ginger

Astro

Razzle/Dazzle

Brightney

Loey

Flutter

Gigi

Tisha

OCS

Song (Cannon)

Song (AU)

Renny (Cannon)

Renny (Au)

Info About The Infection

I might also make some silly little comic dubs/animations so look out for that!

Thank you for reading this Im so sorry it was long lol // Im so sorry I cant remember who to credit for the dividers // the art in the banner thingy is made by me, please do not repost it!

[uselessgirl87]

I'm back! (Here's what happened...)

Hey guys!

So, some of you might've noticed that my previous account is gone. It got suspended back in December 2023 without ANY warning or explanation! And up to this day I have no idea why, because the so-called "support team" of Tumblr never responded to my email... (It's been 1,5 months without a reply at this point...)

I have a suspicion that they suspended it because of some of my game screenshots/wallpapers I had posted, because I was in the middle of posting some more Cyberpunk 2077 wallpapers I made when all this happened. Which means that I'll be more careful about posting such stuff, maybe just a handful of them at one point, dunno, not sure I'm going to risk it... My main focus will be on reposting/blogging my/our fanfiction stuff.

Basically I gave up hope on getting my previous account back, which is a shame, because it's been around for around 10 years, I think, with a lot of posts and awesome reblogs. But oh well...

In the following weeks I'll try to rebuild this account, and it seems I can reblog most of my original fanfiction posts thanks to my wonderful writing partner's ( @justjimedits) reblogs of my posts.

Honestly, I never really liked Tumblr, but I came back mostly because of spreading our Sterek fanfictions and some of my work in other fandoms too.

So this is it in a nutshell.

I hope some of my previous followers will find me again at one point, and hopefully there'll be new ones, too. To all of you, welcome to my blog! :)

Have a nice day, all! <3

[huwumi-events]

Huwumi Summer Event!

Hello, all! Time for another lovely event focused on keeping cool in the face of sweltering heat!

For this event, we decided to go a little different, with doing Scenario Prompts! 

Prompts: July 14th, 2023 - Huwumi on Vacation/ Huwumi Making Ice Cream July 15th, 2023 - Huwumi at Summer Camp/ Huwumi Shopping for Yukatas July 16th, 2023 - Free Day! Huwumi Having Summer Fun: Your Way!

All art used for this blog and the official announcements were made by the phenomenal, wonderful @lady-delamort​! Thank you again so much for your gorgeous art!!!

Rules for the event can be found in the ‘Read More’ below!

          Huwumi Summer Event will run from July 14th - 16th, 2023

                            Links:       Twitter     Huwumi Discord

— We have two set prompts for each day, but don't be afraid to get creative! You can write for one prompt or both, or even mix and match as you please.

— For this event, works must be Huwumi centric!

All submitted works must be original. Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

— Any works found or reported to be plagiarised will not be promoted.

This week accepts both NSFW and SFW content.

— You must be 18+ to create NSFW content.

—You may create NSFW works, as long as they comply with the event guidelines and you tag them as #nsfw. We won't promote NSFW works that don't have the nsfw tag.

*If you don't wish to see NSFW content, please make sure to mute the #nsfw tag.

Dead dove/dark themes will be prohibited.

— This content includes, but is not limited to the following: loli/shota, gore, incest, and/or non-con.

We welcome any and all content: fics, fanarts, cosplays, playlists, and more! All works should include the appropriate warnings and tags.

— All NSFW posts should be tagged as #nsfw.

— Old/reposted works, as well as non-English works, are welcome!

Anyone found spreading hate or harassment towards participants, mods, or the event will be blocked immediately.

For Tumblr, use the hashtag #huwumisummer2023 and tag our blog, @huwumi-events, so we can reblog and share your works! For Twitter, use the hashtag #huwumisummer and tag our account, @huwumiweek, so we can RT and share your works!

— To submit AO3 fics on Twitter, please take a screenshot of the summary/tags of the published work, and include a link to the fic in your tweet. You can also add your works in the Huwumi Week 2021 collection on AO3 — please add which prompts you’re writing for in the tags, e.g. day 6: fantasy.

— To submit Twitter threads, the first tweet of the thread should be properly tagged with any additional warnings.

— To submit fanarts, please make sure to tag your work appropriately, especially if you have underage followers. If you're posting NSFW content, it must be done through a website like pixiv or Privatter.

— Any other submitted fanworks (playlists, cosplays, fanvids, edits, etc.) should follow the same guidelines as stated above.

— Content that isn't properly tagged will not be promoted. If your work hasn’t been retweeted in more than 24 hours, please contact us!

If you have any additional questions, please reach out to us via DMs!

[genavere]

I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url. If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense. https://www.tumblr.com/54prowl/696176793830506496/a-couple-of-things-i-check-to-know-if-the-person?source=share Here's a guide to take notes from, because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable. Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong. If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that. I've given you the resources so please do better.

"If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense."

Remember how I said there was one that I was questionable on? Yeah, that was the one. It's has now been deleted. After you politely informed me it was indeed the one, I did a google search, couldn't find the original artist to credit, so I deleted it.

Did I do my diligence on it? No. Why? It was posted in 2020 and I didn't do a deep dive of the blog. I don't check every account.

"I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url."

Ravewood was one of the first users I came across when I came back to tumblr last year and was looking for Fairy Tail content. After being on the platform again for a couple of months and getting my toes wet, that's when I took off my rose-colored glasses and realized what they were.

At that point in time, I knew no one in the fandom and was hungry.

An important note about people on the internet: Not everyone is in the loop, not everyone is in social circles, and not everyone sees the warning posts right away, either.

Is it an excuse? Yes, and I acknowledge that and the mistakes I've made.

So, now that you have schooled me, thank you for doing the labor for me.

Here is also somethings from that blog you recommended, along with the link for anyone interested:

"Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong."

Regarding when what I meant by making people happy: it's the memes.

Check out this funny video that I reblogged:

It was great fun watching that. The poor guy that is shaking, I felt sooo bad for him.

How about this one about the grandson of Ulysses S. Grant writing gay vampire fiction:

Lovely information about a gentleman who has defied social norms and prejudice to be with his husband for so long and to write what he is passionate about.

"...because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable." "Please be more careful when you're reblogging fan art. On more than one occassion you've reblogged stolen fan art which gets spread around even more and that's so unfair to the artists."

If your original message had said: "Hey, this one [link] that you reblogged is stolen, would you mind taking it down or crediting the artist?"

I would have been like: "Oh shoot, sorry about that! Thank you for letting me know!" and taken it down. Would have been appreciative, even.

But you weren't.

Right out of the gate, you were standoffish. The tone felt like you said your piece and were not willing to have a conversation. Not willing to be helpful in letting me know which of the many stolen fanarts you accused me of.

That tone carries through into this ask.

Do I usually try to make sure I reblog credited art? Yes, and as I learn more about how things should be, like trying to attach the original tags the person put, I adapt.

Do I always catch everything? No, cause I am human and sometimes you just can't do better.

"If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that."

Would I be happy if my fics were reposted without credit? No, cause I would like to know what people think of them and I would not be able to see if they enjoyed them or thought they were trash.

Has this happened? Yes, and with original works, too. Happened to a book that I had self-published, which meant potential lost revenue.

Would I blame someone who reblogged from someone else it if I found out? No. I would let them know that it had been reposted without my consent and ask if they could edit their post to give credit, or take it down and reblog mine.

"I've given you the resources so please do better."

You did give me a resource, which I appreciate.

But, please note, that you could do better, too. Kindness goes a long way, and is a far better teaching tool.

On a last note, how about this one I also reblogged:

[downwiththeficness]

Shadow and Veil-Chapter Thirty Four

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction.  Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his  best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty  well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run  her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life  from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings  for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed.  You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there  are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen  eyes.  This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence,  and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O  dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should  not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to  other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.  

Word Count: ~4200

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Eva sat on the floor in front of the couch with a local newspaper spread out in front of her. To her right was a cup of freshly brewed coffee. To her left was a Spanish to English translation book that Horacio bought for her at the Embassy. Back and forth she went, reading as much as she could from the articles and looking up what she couldn’t.

This routine started the day Horacio returned to work. Eva usually woke while he was in the shower, meandered downstairs to start the coffee, and sat on the back porch until Horacio stepped out to kiss her goodbye. When the morning paper hit the front step, she would carefully lay it out on the floor and start to work her way through it. Article by article, sometimes word by word.

It was tedious work, but Eva could tell she was making slow, steady progress. Where a few weeks ago it would have taken her until lunchtime to read through the whole paper, now it was only taking until mid morning.

She saved the job listings for last.

Eva knew that she wasn’t going to do well in any job where she had to interact with the public—at least, not for a long time. Though she heard it every day, her speaking skills when it came to Spanish were novice, at best. The jobs available to her were going to be few and far between, but Eva forced herself to be patient.

She circled one or two that were close by on a notepad and folded the paper so that Horacio could read it later. Then, she went upstairs and got dressed. She put on a sensible pair of shoes and tucked a some money into her pocket along with an extra pen in case she needed to fill out an application. With a little pep in her step, Eva locked up the house and made her way down the street.

This was also a kind of routine for her.

Without a car, Eva was forced to walk if she wanted to go out during the day. She found that she didn’t mind. The weather usually was mild and sunny with a nice breeze that carried her block by block. On the first few trips, Eva started small and circled back after five or ten minutes so she didn’t get lost. As she grew more confident in knowing where she was, Eva began to branch out in different directions. By now, she knew where to find the local grocer, the nearest gas station, several small restaurants, and a food stand that seemed to be perpetually overflowing with fruit.

It was late afternoon by the time Eva returned to the house. She trudged up the steps, feeling much less enthusiastic than when she left. Inside, she kicked off her shoes and continued the trudge to the kitchen.  On the way, she tossed the little scrap of paper with the job listings on it into the trash.

No one wanted to hire a woman with no prior experience who couldn’t even speak the language. Eva didn’t blame them. Not really. But, the rejection stung. She was an accomplished accountant, had years of knowledge to bolster her work—years that she couldn’t even use because Eva Carrillo technically didn’t exist less than a month ago.

She didn’t actually need a job, but something inside her cringed at the thought of laying on the couch all day while Horacio went off to work. Eva was a smart, capable woman. Given the chance, she could earn an honest living.

Cold drink in hand, Eva went to the living room and plopped on the couch. While she sipped from the glass, she thought about how she’d been waved off by a first a middle aged man, then an elderly woman. Neither of them thought she was a good fit for dish washing or shelf stocking. Her ego, fragile as it was, felt deeply bruised.

Eva sighed and, needing a distraction from her thoughts, grabbed the remote. She didn’t much care what was on the TV. She just needed noise. The screen flickered and the sound of an argument filtered through static. Words flew back and forth with passion and precision. The image and sound stabilized to show a man and woman standing on opposite sides of a well decorated room.

Tossing the remote aside, Eva settled in to watch. Half an hour later, she had learned with her meager Spanish that the woman’s name was Maria, the man’s name was Sergio, and they were ex-lovers who just happened to cross each other’s path many years later. Their attraction was as strong as ever and it was clear that whatever had torn them apart (Eva thought it had something to do with a bicycle) had been resolved with time.

The problem? Sergio was engaged to be married to Luz.

The exaggerated emotions and the way the actors sometimes repeated what they were saying helped Eva along in comprehending the story line. By the end of the program, she was actually looking forward to watching the next episode. How else was she going to find out which woman Sergio would eventually marry?

A glance at the clock told her that Horacio would be home soon. She clicked off the TV and went upstairs to shower off the grit of the day. While she picked through her clothes to find an outfit, Eva did her best to forget about her disastrous walk around the town. It was only her first run at getting a job and there was no rush.

She was just applying a bit of lip gloss when she heard the front door open and close. Horacio’s distinctive step moved through the lower level of the house and he called out her name.

“Up here!” Eva called back as she gave her hair a final fluff.

Absently, she listened to his steps as he ascended the stairs. Horacio cleared the doorway at nearly the same time Eva stepped out of the bathroom. He was wearing his uniform, as he did every day he went to work. The slacks still had the crease from where he ironed them, although there were some wrinkles that hadn’t been there before.

On the first day he’d worn the army green shirt and trousers, Eva struggled to keep the smile off her face. Up until that moment, the fact that Horacio was an officer existed only as an abstract concept. An errant reality. Seeing him dressed in the clothes befitting his rank was an odd experience, but Eva couldn’t quite figure out why.

Walking towards her, Horacio looked very much at home in his government issued uniform—although, it was a wonder that they found anything that fit him. His shoulders pulled at the material, straining the yoke of the shirt. The hem of the short sleeve looked like it was digging into his bicep. Even the meticulously sewn buttons fought to keep their place in the buttonholes.

The unit, she guessed, couldn’t afford custom tailoring.

“How was your day?”

Horacio shrugged, “New recruits came in.” He leaned down to kiss her, “Next couple weeks will be their boot camp.”

Eva could just imagine what that was like with Horacio leading it. Green boys being pushed to their limits by their unrelenting Captain. “Make any of them cry?”

One side of his mouth lifted, “No, but its only the first day.”

He turned and began to unbutton his shirt. Eva sat on the end of the bed and leaned back on her elbows. Horacio liked to get out of his uniform as soon as he got home and Eva absolutely did not mind the show. The button up was thrown into the hamper, leaving him in his undershirt. Eva followed the path of his spine down to where his belt was being pulled through the loops. Head tilting to the side, she considered the firm swell of muscle just below.

Horacio had a nice ass and it was displayed particularly well when he bent over to take off his slacks. A lot of people might overlook it, too distracted by the breadth of his chest and shoulders. Eva thought they were missing out.

He reached behind him and tugged off his undershirt, throwing it in the hamper with the rest of his clothes. Eva sighed. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. He was so pretty. All thick muscle and brute strength. Eva could look at him all day and still not be satisfied.

Her fingers curled with the need to touch, but she stayed put. Eva liked the tension that built inside her while she watched him pull on a pair of khakis and select a polo shirt from the closet. She liked knowing that, at any point, she could stand up and stop him. That she could draw him over to the bed and strip him back down to bare skin. And, he would let her—willingly, enthusiastically.

Horacio turned and caught her stare. Eva held his gaze unabashedly, letting him know what she was thinking without words. In an uncharacteristic bout of shyness, he ducked his head and smiled softly. Eva matched that smile with one of her own, a warm affection bubbling in her chest.

“I thought,” he said while he walked towards her, “we might go shopping.”

Her brows lifted, “Yeah?”

A nod, “You were saying a few days ago that you wanted to buy a dining room table.”

Eva was surprised he’d heard her. She’d said it while he was standing near the doorway to the dining room with phone to his ear. About every two or three evenings, he would lean against the jamb for at least an hour while someone at work relayed information to him that—for some reason—could not wait until the following morning.

“It would be nice to eat at the table instead of the living room.”

He sat next to her and picked up one of a pair of shoes he kept for when he wasn’t at work, “It would. And, since we’re out, we can grab dinner.”

She smirked, “Is that a dig at my cooking skills?”

Eva was very, very slowly learning to put meals together. Having never really cooked in Louisiana, her abilities were limited. But, she’d figured out how to fry vegetables together and season meat so that it was tender.

Horacio shook his head, “Just thought it would be nice to go out. There’s a place in the city that’s got good food.”

Happy with the suggestion, Eva nudged Horacio’s shoulder and said, “Is there a dress code? Should I change?”

He looked her over, eyes lingering on the way her skirt draped over her thighs, “No. You’re perfect.”

Her heart gave a little flutter at the honesty in his tone. Horacio complimented her nearly every day, saying that he liked her hair or her eyes or, in more intimate moments, how good it felt to be inside her. Eva hoped that she never got used to it. She hoped that she always had a lump in her throat when he said things like that.

Horacio stood and reached for her hand, “C’mon. The store closes in an hour.”

Eva went with him. She held his hand the whole way to the truck, until she climbed into the passenger’s seat and he closed the door behind her. The ride to the furniture store was short and, when Horacio pulled into the parking lot, Eva wondered if they were in the right place. There was no sign out front, no display windows. Just a plain building painted in a soft yellow with and awning over the door.

She followed Horacio’s confident step across the lot. He held the door open for her and she stepped inside. Looking around, she discovered a quaint little shop with antiques scattered around the front room. Down a sloped ramp was a hallway with a ceiling that was almost totally covered in lights of all kinds. Chandeliers, wall sconces, flush lights, all of which glittered happily at her. When she cast Horacio a look of giddy surprise, he smiled as if he’d known all along that she’d be impressed.

From somewhere in the back, a shop owner sauntered forward. He was a short man in his fifties. His mustache twitched over a cigarette that he tapped into a small, glass ashtray held in his other hand. He greeted Horacio as if he’d known him his whole life. A warm handshake, an affectionate pat on the back.

Eva stood off to the side while the two men exchanged pleasantries. In the meantime, she could peruse the wares. To her left was a rocking chair that had little birds carved into its back. The piece was probably over a decade old, but looked very solid. She reached out and tapped the arm, smiling when it rocked back and forth steadily.

To her right was a large cabinet full of glass knickknacks. She stepped up to it and peered inside. Most of the items were novelty. Little angels, a virgin Mary, farm animals. There was a nice goblet or two in the back and a set of china on the lowest shelf. Eva didn’t think they needed anything that formal at the moment, but made a note to come back for it if they ever decided to entertain a large party.

Horacio got her attention. Then, to the store owner, “Mi esposa, Eva. Eva, Señor Abila.”

Señor Abila looked shocked. He pointed at Eva, “¿Tu esposa?”

“Sí.”

Hands clasped in front of his heart, Señor Abila welcomed Eva to the shop. She replied to him meekly and apologized for her Spanish. He waved her off and simply said, “¿Americano, eh?”

They were led further into the building, past the hallway of lights and into a larger room with sofas, love seats, tables, chairs, and other larger furniture. They were shown a few dining room sets, each a little bit different from the last, but all made of solid wood. Eva guessed that most of them were used, but she could tell that they had been thoroughly cleaned. Some of them had a fresh coat of lacquer.

After getting the tour, Señor Abila stepped away to let them ‘discuss’.

Horacio turned to her, “What do you think?”

Eva considered her options, “I think a setting for six is probably the best fit for the room, don’t you?”

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

The non-committal answer made her pause. Did he actually not have an opinion or did he not agree with her? A niggling anxiety worked its way into the back of her mind.

“Um,” she said, “If you have a preference, we can go with that.”

“No,” he replied lightly, “I don’t have a preference, as long as its a good height.”

Eva’s mouth opened in confusion, “Height?”

He hummed in confirmation, as if she should know exactly why a dining room table needed to be the right height. Moving to a set in a soft, yellowish stain, Eva laid her hand on it, “Is this the right height?”

Horacio glanced at it, then walked over and pulled out a chair. He sat down, looking thoughtful. Eva watched his expression closely, completely unable to discern what he might be thinking. At least, until his hands reached up and grasped her hips. Making a soft sound of surprise, Eva let him guide her in front of him until he pressed her back against the table.

“What are you—oh!” Realization dawned on her with striking clarity. She said his name in an embarrassed hiss while she checked to see if the shop owner was looking.

Horacio was unbothered, “Food isn’t the only thing I’m going to eat at this table. I want to make sure we’re both comfortable.”

Hand covering her face, Eva peeked out from between her fingers at him. Horacio’s eyes sparkled with amusement, mouth pulled tight with the effort it took to restrain his laugh.

He stood, “You’re right, too low. Let’s try this one.”

Eva resisted him as he led her to an oval shaped table with six chairs. The wood was stained dark enough that she almost couldn’t see the grain. Horacio pulled out a chair and sat in it, easing her around so that she stood between him and the table. With a serious look, he said, “You’ll have to sit.”

“I will not!” she shot back lowly.

He rolled his eyes, “Alright. Lean.”

Reluctantly, Eva let him push her back against the table until her hips canted forward to his satisfaction. Shoulders up near her ears, Eva rested her weight on her hands and glanced sidelong at him to gauge his reaction.

Playful eyes met hers, “Mmhmm. This is a good height.”

Licking suddenly dry lips, Eva could only nod. Horacio’s hands on her hips squeezed gently. When he stood, they were so close that she could feel his breath.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, not entirely certain if she was still talking about the table.

“Yes,” he replied easily, “its what I want.”

His mouth pursed, as if he was going to kiss her. And then his eyes cut to the side. Eva followed his gaze to find the shop owner walking towards them with a wide smile. Señor Abila was a man who knew when he’d made a sale.

Eva stepped away again to let Horacio negotiate price and delivery. She wandered around, feeling the fabric of a few sofas and sitting experimentally on a mattress. There was plenty to look at and almost all of it was good quality. This was a place that Eva could see herself returning to time and again—which was probably why Horacio brought her here.

Tucked into a corner, near a large loading door, was a bit of white painted wood that stuck out awkwardly from behind a bed frame. Curious, Eva went over to it and lifted the frame gently to get a better look.

A crib.

The build of it was outdated and the paint was scratched, but the bottom had little rocking feet so that it could tilt back and forth. At the head was a painted rabbit with pink eyes. It was probably built for a baby girl.

Feeling a painful tightness in her chest, Eva set the frame back into place and returned to the men. They were bouncing numbers back and forth in quick succession. Their voices were light and smooth, not a hint of annoyance in their tone. Señor Abila looked as if he were enjoying himself. Horacio, too, if she were being honest.

Eventually, the price was settled and a delivery date of the following weekend was set. Eva thanked Señor Abila for his assistance and he said something to Horacio that made him scoff and roll his eyes.

A short time later, as they pulled out of the parking lot, Eva asked, “How long have you known Señor Abila?”

Horacio pulled onto the street, “Since I was very young. My mother buys all her furniture from him.”

Eva nodded, “Its nice that she has a good relationship with him.”

Laughing, Horacio shook his head, “They do not have a good relationship. If anything, Señor Abila tries to avoid having her come in.”

She was confused, and said so.

“My mother,” Horacio explained, “is not an easy customer. She likes to have things the way she wants.” He paused, smiling to himself, “And, not just when it comes to furniture.”

A woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to fight for it. Eva smiled, “I think I’d like her.”

He pulled to a stop light and looked at her, “I hope you will.”

In all the chaos of the last few weeks, Eva had almost forgotten that she had ‘married’ into an actual family. With real people. Who she would have to meet. And spend time with. And talk to. It was suddenly a very real, and very daunting, task. She glanced at Horacio, hoping he would be patient with her.

The truck took a turn onto a side street and Horacio guided it into a parking lot. Eva got out and rounded the vehicle while she looked at yet another nondescript building. Horacio took her hand, “The entrance is over here.”

He led her to a door that blended in with the stonework. Inside, the hostess greeted him and gestured towards a large archway. Through it was a small, but busy restaurant. Circular tables covered with white table cloths dotted the room. Metal work chandeliers hung from the ceiling, giving the whole room a soft, warm glow.

They were seated off to the side and handed menus. Eva opened hers and took a fortifying breath while she began to translate in her head. The words were, at the same time, both familiar and foreign. She knew what most of the dishes were, but something in her brain kept her from knowing what she might find appetizing.

Resigned, she closed the menu, “How about you pick something out for me?”

Horacio looked at her from over the edge of his menu, “What are you in the mood for?”

She gave a deliberately careless shrug, “Surprise me.”

Though he looked at her a beat or two longer, Horacio didn’t comment on her request. His eyes scanned the menu in his hands for a while before he set it aside. The waitress came and took their drink order, returning with two tumblers of dark liquor.

Eva picked her up and sniffed it. Bourbon. Possibly whiskey. She sipped and struggled to swallow as it burned in her throat. “Wow,” she croaked.

Horacio chuckled, “It takes some getting used to.”

“Uh huh,” was her rasping response, “Do they use that to strip paint?”

He pretended to think about it, “I think they do.”

“It would certainly do the job.”

Setting the glass down, Eva took a deep breath and let it out slowly to regain her bearings, “Is this a place you come to a lot?”

“Yes,” he answered, folding his arms on the table and leaning towards her, “Its one of my favorites.”

Eva made sure to file that tidbit of information away for the future, “Oh?”

He bobbed his head a little, “It opened while I was training and its not far from the office. We do retirement parties here, sometimes.”

She tried to imagine what a retirement party looked like for his unit and, for some reason, there were definitely sparklers on a cake.

“Well, the booze is definitely memorable,” Eva picked up her glass in a kind of mock salute.

The waitress returned and inquired about food. Horacio asked a question or two before telling her what they wanted in soft, rolling sentences that made Eva want to reach over and brush her fingers against his throat.

When they were left alone again, Eva shook away the thought and asked, “How is it? Transitioning back to work after being away so long?”

If she understood it right, Horacio had been in the States for at least eight months, maybe more. She couldn’t imagine how difficult it was to go from living full time away from his home to stepping right back into his old life.

Horacio took some time to think about the question, “I thought it would be more...more. What I was doing in America was so...different. I didn’t have any men to make sure stayed in line and the paperwork was…” His head cocked to the side, “I don’t think there was any paperwork.”

“Are you happy to be back?”

He smiled, “Yes. I missed home.”

Eva felt her lips pull into a small smile of her own, “I’m glad you’re happy.”

His hand reached out and took one of hers, “Once you settle in, I think you’ll be happy, too.”

She was already happy.

Eva didn’t have the words to describe how happy she was. Everything that had plagued her life for the last seven years was gone, left behind. She had a new identity, a new home, a new person to spend her time with. For the first time, Eva had the opportunity to build something that was completely hers.

Their food arrived, sizzling on the plates. Horacio had a mix of meat and vegetables with tortillas and Eva had rice and vegetables served with a half moon of fried dough. She cut into it, letting out steam that was filled with aromatic spices.

God, but it was good.

Eva dug in. Every bite was perfectly cooked, perfectly seasoned. She didn’t care that her tongue burned a little with the spice or that she was eating more in one sitting than she normally would in an entire day. She ate happily and talked with Horacio between bites.

Somewhere along the way, a thought occurred to her, “We’re doing it backwards.”

His brows raised in question.

Eva almost laughed. It was so ludicrous that, if she weren’t sitting right there as living proof, she would have argued against it.

“Us,” she explained, “We’re doing it backwards.”

“I don’t understand,” he said slowly.

She set down her fork, “Usually you go on a date—several dates—before you get married. Right?”

It took him a long moment to compute, “I—yes?”

Eva turned her shoulders coyly, “So, we’re doing it backwards. We got married and then went on a date.”

His confusion turned into a kind of wry amusement, “I think you’re right.” Then, “I don’t mind.”

She smiled, “Neither do I.”

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Hello! This page and this post are created solely for the purpose of collectively driving this bad person out of his comfort zone and off the internet, as he operates on English-language sites! The groomer and victims speak Russian, so screenshots and forwarded messages will be in Russian, but with translations provided in English!

It all started when a 27-year-old groomer named Alex created his shop called Slivki Shop, also known as Slivki Tyan. He recruited little girls there, promising to help them develop as artists and sell their artworks and adoptions for good money (the girls were not even 16 years old!).

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/alexaldragon

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/Slivki_chan

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Hi! I"m Skylerfurmaniac! Or Skyler/Sky for short (if you wanna ask me a question). And welcome to my blog (also sorta ask blog but it isn't really much of one anymore, but you can still do it! I love getting asks)! This blog is where I reign and spread my chaos and love to people lol. I'm just a chaotic little rainbow furbean >:3! My pronouns are they/them, and I'm omnisexual/romantic!!

I LOVE IF YOU MAKE ART OF ME OR MY OC'S OR MY SPAMTON YOU HAVE FULL PERMISSION TO DO IT, NO NEED TO ASK I LOVE ANY ART THAT IS FOR ME <3

Rules of the blog:

things you WILL get ban for:

NSFW asks or stuff that are similar. You can make jokes, but nothing too weird

Being rude to any community in the asks. Such as furry community, lgbtqia+, or black etc.

Asking for personal information

faking to be someone famous and try to make them look bad/ if you start to not respect my distance or stuff. If you aren't my friend and start asking for a lot of stuff or stuff I don't share with strangers

pls, if you want to vent to me or something, you can dm me, but pls don't do it in the asks or send like self harm photos

And that's everything! If you follow these, then you will have a very fun time here! I will make sure to respect everyone who asks something in this blog, but I may tease you, just a warning.

*BYE!!

Edit: I kinda forgot to put some stuff about myself, soooo

Hi! You already know my name and pronouns, But I want to put some personality stuff in here

I also will not be doing commissions, too much work for me right now. But, if you want, I love to do an art trade! But at some moments, I may not be able to due to what's going on, or I have too many art trades.

Secondly,

BRO HE'S COOL (and cute) OKAY

And thirdly, I have a second blog that interacts more with @drowninnoodles, @thenocturnenarrator, @tranquil-slaughterhouse, @ludrii-alt, & more! Some people didn't really like what I was posting with them, So I made an alt. account. If you want to follow that one, it's called @hellagang

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I really like making new friends, so don't be shy to ask!

Also, tell me if you like picrew, cus i do them here and there, and I would like to tag you!

link to all my art repost! (lol don't use that its kinda weird, I have an art tag now XD)

Edit: lol I forgot about my tags I know this is a newer edit then the next one, but I feel like it should be put here

sooo my tags!

#skyler's art: my art!

#sky's chaotic reblogs: my reblogs from other people lol

#sky's random rambles: just random stuff I say

#sky's serious reblogs: the more serious of reblogs

#not my art: reblogs I make that aren't my art

#skyler/Skyler art!!!!/skyler's ref/FANART!: lol art of my persona that other people made of me or stuff that I made of my persona :D

#skyler's gremlin mode activated: IM REALLY HAPPY AND EXCITED OR HYPERACTIVE OF THIS POST AND I REALLY LOVE XDD

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Edit:

immmm just going to add these

(PLATONICLY)

anyways, feel free to use these!

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I made a server for tumblr undertale/deltarune artists!

my discord username is skylerfurmaniac, dm me if ya wanna join! (And if you want, you can add tumblr friends!)

also, that's if the link doesn't work (which is it doesn't can someone tell me pls?)

anyways

here is the link!!