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Jog

Marc Spector x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •  Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You go jogging with Marc.

A/N: Oh, more self-indulgence from meeee.

Warnings: Sweating, reader not being such a fan of jogging, Marc is upsettingly good at it, kisses, teasing, pet names, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 446

“This is inhumane.” You pant, your hands on your thighs as you lean down. The pavement fills your vision, and you can hear Marc jogging on the spot a few feet away. 

“You’re doing really well, just a little more.” He doesn’t even sound out of breath.

“No, no more.” You stand up fully, sweat shining on your face. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” You add the last part on for dramatic effect. 

Marc gives you a sweet smile, his head cocked to the side as keeps moving. “No you’re not.” 

“I am.” 

“Just once more around, then we can go back.” He’s still smiling, giving you that classic customer service expression that he can do so perfectly. You’re going to do exactly what I want, you know you are. 

“Marc, please-”

He shakes his head, starting to move a little faster, really going for those high knees. “You can do it.” 

“Your shorts are not family friendly.” You pull a dramatic shocked face, trying to distract him. 

“Nah, they’re fine, you’re not going to get out of this that easily.” He chuckles, moving behind you to lightly push on your shoulders. You start to jog. Slowly. 

“I hate this.” You mutter. 

“You said you wanted to get into-”

“I know what I said.” You grumble and give him the kicked puppy look. 

He just laughs, “Aww, baby.” and leans to the side, his hands holding your cheek briefly, so he can give your sweaty temple a kiss. “Hmm,” he smacks his lips together, teasingly. “Salty.” 

“Don’t.” You give him a glare, but you’re laughing. You nod towards the park entrance you’re coming up to, with the thick outcrop of bushes. “How about we just give this up and I’ll make it worth your while over there?” 

He laughs, “You’re really not feeling this are you?” 

You jog a little longer in silence - on your part, besides your heavy breathing. Marc kindly mentions your form ever so often, helping to correct you and reminding you to breathe. 

“You don’t even look warm.” You sigh.

“Practice.” He grins. 

You roll your eyes, “Egyptian god interference more like.” 

“What was that?” He raises his eyebrows at you, but you know it’s playful.

“Egyptian gods!” You say a little louder, making your voice as cheery as possible. 

He snorts. “If that helps you sleep at night.” 

“No,” you pout, being silly on purpose. “You’re meant to argue with me.” 

“Am I?” 

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” He pretends to think, “Gotta catch me then.” and breaks into a sprint. 

You swear loudly and race after him. “I’m gonna rub my sweaty face all over you!”

He giggles, “I’m counting on it!”

Thank you for reading!

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[scramratz]

Holy shit that was fast I gotta get to drawing!

[darkxsoulzyx]

EXPLODES INTOA BILLION PIECES

Here is my mass-revenge for everyone on Artfight up until a certain point (I’m so sorry if you didn’t make it in, this took me a few days to make 🙇💀💀💀)

IM GOING TO TRY AND TAG EVERYONE THATS IN IT, WISH ME LUCKKKKK

(Credits/tags under the cut)

TV/Dark: @darkxsoulzyx (ME)

Virux: @bunrux (and whom the attack is addressed too because wE’RE LINKED TOGETHER)

Indigo: @astral-olive

Ace/Luria: @gufaspins

Invalid: Breadmaster (artfight)

Nihility/Tizo: @cinnabynn

Puppet: @dustyisegg

Stitch: idiotofthecentury404 (DeviantArt)/cheese_idiot2 (Twitter)

Luna Phasma: @stefdarkblood

Tasia: pinnipuff (artfight)

Ace/Soi: yekorav (Instagram)

Ali Surna: @alisurna

Hollow/Fatality: @inkywellcrow

Beast Sans: FernTail06 (instagram)

Candyland DCA/Sandman: @garbagechocolate

RELLIK: @s0l-st-ice

Alex: @boredlydoodling

Livvy: flowerry_._ (tiktok)

Floral/Unknown: Holy_Mol_y (Twitter)

Crash: @russianfig

Vitrum: @mossdoesartshit

AbsentCat/Mystery Apocalypse: Absentcat (tiktok and YouTube)

Rootsy: @awoscorner

Eli Jin/Fry08: @sandeewithtwoe

Rosy Sans: @justabirds-art

Judas: @claie171art

Comedy/Tragedy: @woolysstuff

Faolan: @the-jadedknight

Kai: @blizzysnowolf

Scot: @usercookie2008

Thane/Nyx: Khaotic_Order (Twitter) Khaotic_order_ (instagram)

Moss: @swiftmitsu

Chiib/H.O.PE.: @chiib-foxx-artz

Glitter: @kandidandi

Motus: potato_mochi_679 (instagram)

Tempean: @zef01

Loanen Riverside: nox_starswimmer ( instagram)

Twister/Wraith: @marinavoyageuse

Aya: @domijeannes

Exp: Cut_It_Out (Artfight (and I’m assuming Amino?))

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Oh, and if any of you were curious about how much it was worth… >:)

[barrenclan]

Rainhaze!! I love the scratchy lines and expressions you used for these, it fits him very well :]

I remembered that @barrenclan had one of my favorite characters in media

[fearmeeeee]

If your still taking requests-

Can you draw deuce and ace ? I really admire you and your work :D

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Ngl your welcome home doodles are so silly ngl

Thank you so much! :) I try my best to make them funny. Here are some more silly doodles for you!

[mariasparrow]

Illustration Art for my Original Fantasy Novel!

I have been writing fan-fiction since I was sixteen, from Young Justice to the Outsiders. More recently the Legend of Zelda, with my story Travel Through the Darkness. In doing so I have learned so much from other writers. Since I was eighteen, I began writing my own fantasy novel. Eight years later, I am nearly finished with the editing process! I hope to publish within the next year or two: and when I do, it will be with the fantastic artwork of the wonderful La-Sera! Look at that detail!

The above image will be the back-cover of the novel: a fantasy story inspired by the Greek-Roman myths, the Prince of Egypt, Lord of the Rings, Avatar the Last Airbender, Star Wars, and, of course, the Legend of Zelda! It is the story of the last days of a terrible war, where a young soldier, exiled in a foreign land with his brothers-in-arms, must battle against demons, monsters and the desires of his own heart to become the warrior he was born to be, and the father of future heroes.

In addition to the back-cover, La-Sera will be doing the chapter illustrations! For anyone wishing to learn more and follow our progress in the New Year, I will soon post a link to a Wordpress blog this January or February, depending on my work schedule. Advice from anyone who has experience with publishing is very appreciated 😊🤗

Lastly, I would again take this moment to wholeheartedly thank La-Sera for her time, patience, and outstanding talent! I am so excited to be working with her!

Happy New Year, everyone!

[trashyshrew]

for the art thing... lawlight 👉👈 ? they look so cute in your style no pressure though 🙇

my pleasure - thank you so much ☺️

[zorangezest]

Don't mind me, just reblogging a few things at 1 am, haha...

(I'm not close to done yet, but I really should've hit the hay over an hour ago)

Scrumptious art btw, the rendering is immaculate and the way you convey expressions is done so well, expect to see a few bites missing from your canvas 😋

MY CANVAS,!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE EATING HIM,,!!!!!!!

[6ummyexe]

Hosted Lance Week for the 6th time this year! 🥳

(bonus! my piece for the @halloffamezine!)

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

He is 😏😏😏😏😏

Blue Blood and Rain [4]

King John X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You're the personal attendant to The Dowager Countess of Bowhale, who was visiting the court with her son.

The King invites you on another ride, this one is much more private.

Series Masterlist

A/N: I'm trying to get my butt in gear and actually finish up some series.

Warnings: Kissing, oral sex (f!receiving), hand job, public sex (they're outside but not observed), reader is a virgin, overuse of italics, power dynamics because he's the king, pet names, I have totally made up servant/noble dynamics because I wanted to, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1617

Stefan whinnies softly as you move about the stable, despite being freshly brushed and being just served clean water and hay he still wasn’t satisfied until he had your undying attention. 

You tut playfully at him, stopping in your work to pat his side. “What is wrong, hmm? I thought you’d like a break away from Hugo’s less than perfect riding.” You smile and lean closer to the horse, a little conspiratory. “But don’t tell him I said that.” 

He whinnies again, almost sounding like a laugh. 

You stroke his neck absentmindedly. “You get to have nice food, in this nice stable and then go outside and pester all the other horses in the fields all day. Sounds perfect.” 

“Does it?” The King’s voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. He grins, pretending to look ashamed for a moment, his hands open. “I’m sorry to startle you.”

“No, you’re not.” You give him a playful look.

“You’re right,” he steps closer to you, lightly touching your arm. “I’m not.” 

You shake your head, pretending to be insulted. “I am outraged.”

“Outraged by the actions of your King?” He grins. 

“Of course.” 

His beam widens and he kisses your cheek quickly before ensnaring your lips with his and stealing your breath. 

He pulls back the smallest fraction, lightly nuzzling his nose against yours, “What about now?” His voice is soft and barely above a whisper. 

“Slightly less outraged.” You managed to say.

“Ah, I’m going in the right direction then.” He kisses you again, snaking his hand up to stroke your cheek. 

Stefan nudges King John’s shoulder gently and he turns to smile at the horse. “Someone seems to be warming to my presence.” He pats Stefan, much to his delight. 

You smile at Stefan, “He’s a good judge of character.” 

The King uses your brief distraction to kiss your cheek again. “I see that the Earl and the Countess are busy this afternoon.” 

You turn to look at him, amused at his choice of using their formal titles. “They are.” 

“So, you are free?” 

You shake your head, “I have many duties to attend to that-”

“Duties that can be taken care of, come,” he takes your hand in his. “Are you really going to disobey a request from your king?” His expression makes you giggle. “I will take that as a yes.” He lightly kisses the back of your hand as he leads you out. 

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The King rode Guinevere, while you rode Alaric again. The ride was peaceful, just the two of you taking your time. John rode at your side, happily talking with you and it’s not long until you arrive back at the meadow he had shown you before. 

He stops and dismounts before holding out his hand to help you, happiness radiates out from his chest when you take his hand without pause. 

“The tree you used to read under as a child,” you smile and motion towards it as you admire its thick heavy bark and a wide canopy. 

The King preens, puffing out his chest a little, touched that you remembered. A small dusting of pink highlights his cheeks and he pauses, biting his lip as he has a small inward argument with himself. “I used to do other things under that tree.” 

You pause, giving him a sideways glance and chuckling at the blush on his skin. “Other things?” You tease. 

“Other things.” He lightly puts his hands on your waist and guides you under the leaves, walking you backwards until your shoulders hit the trunk. 

“I simply demand to know these other things.” You bite your lip and he groans. 

“Stop, you can’t be giving me such looks and expect me to behave.” 

“A King would behave.” You put your hand to your forehead dramatically, “Me, here, alone without a chaperone.” 

He chuckles and kisses you softly, pressing his chest up against yours. “I used to…” he pauses, kissing you again quickly. “Pleasure myself here, when I was older than a boy. I liked the quiet better.” He sucks lightly at your neck, smiling as your breath hitches. 

Heat floods your veins, the image of him bringing himself to his peak dancing in your mind and making you dizzy.

“I would read sinful stories,” he kisses along your jaw, biting softly between words, “and then, when I was overcome with thoughts and urges, I couldn’t resist.” 

He groans lightly as you tug on his shoulders, urging him closer. “I would spill myself all over my hand, imagining such debauched things.” He breathes heavily, pushing his thigh between your legs. 

“What debauched things?” You whisper, not trusting your own voice and his fingers flex against your waist. 

“I could,” he swallows, his cock hard and heavy between his legs, pulsing with the rapid beating of his heart. “Show you… if you wish?” 

You hardly finish your first nod before he’s throwing himself to his knees and pulling up your skirts. He bunches them around your hips with a desperate, crazed further. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he looks up at you, his skin flushed and eyes dark, “if you are uncomfortable or want me to stop for any reason. Promise me.” 

You nod, once. “I promise, your Highness.” 

He groans lightly as you speak his title, his eyes glazed. Then, lightning fast, he dives forward and tugs your undergarments down your legs. 

You gasp in surprise, the sound quickly becoming a needy moan when his warm tongue licks through your folds. 

He moans low in his throat as he laps and swirls around your clit, salvia and slick coating his chin as he feasts. 

“You taste divine,” he growls, licking his lips as he manages to pull himself away from you for the briefest moment, just enough time to pull your undergarments down and off your legs completely.

He hoists your left thigh onto his shoulder as he continues, eagerly sucking your clit into his mouth and snaking his hands up to hold and squeeze your ass.

Your back arches, tree bark digging in between your shoulder blades as pleasure tightens and pulses dizzyingly quickly. Your body moves of its own volition, your mind completely lost to the soft warmth of his mouth. 

“I…” You moan, your legs shaking from the onslaught. You try to grab onto the trunk for stability, but you can’t get a solid hold. Without thinking you sink your hand into his thick curls, but before you can pull back he whines desperately. He presses his left hand over yours and squeezes, urging you to hold him tighter, firmer as you writhe on his tongue. 

He sucks rhythmically, your cries spurring on every action. The idea of you coming undone and tasting your release makes his eyes roll back. The drawstring fastening on his trousers rubs against his cock, and he can’t help but buck, thrusting into the barely there pressure. 

“Your…” You bite your lip, breathing hard, trying to get some semblance of control over your voice. “Your Highness, I’m… please.” 

He groans loudly when you use his title again, his eyelids fluttering as he pushes his face closer, practically trying to suffocate himself. 

The feeling twists and curls, your muscles tense and shake. You’re sure you can’t get any higher, can’t feel any more pleasure. But each second he proves you more and more a liar. 

Your orgasm crests and blooms along your nerves, tensing your muscles and robbing you of all thought as you are consumed body and soul. 

He groans, watching you intently and eagerly drinking down your release. You writhe under him as he prolongs your bliss, pulling you apart expertly piece by piece. 

As your limbs slack he moves back a fraction, placing your leg back to the floor and taking hold of your arms to guide you down onto the grass. 

You breathe hard, resting against the tree as he kisses your temple. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I need to,” he swallows, his hands quickly undoing his trouser fastenings and pulling his aching cock free. It’s leaking and ruddy red, looking painful and desperate as he wraps his right hand around its thick length. 

He fists himself rapidly, angling his body away from you to give you time to recover. 

You swallow, moving closer to him, pressing your chest to his back as the sweat cools on your skin. “Let me help you, your Highness.” 

He groans, nearly coming on the spot. “Here,” his voice is strained and weak as he guides your hand to his cock, wrapping his fingers over yours and showing you how to move in the way he needs. 

You're shocked by how warm he is, how soft, like velvet on a chair by the fire; and how hard, like iron under your palm. 

You barely get to stroke him four times before he’s crying out your name and tensing. His cock pulses, his hips bucking as he comes robe after robe of silky white onto the grass and tree roots. 

It’s mesmerising, how his mouth opens and body shakes, and you can’t help but stare transfixed as he falls apart for you.

When his hand relaxes around yours you let go, smiling as he leans back onto you and grabs your wrists so that he can litter your fingers with kisses. 

“You are addictive,” he murmurs, twisting his body so that he can kiss up your arm. “I nearly came without touching myself with my mouth on you,” he gazes up at you with love sick eyes, his skin flushed. “Better than any saucy book.” 

You giggle and he grins, sliding his hand around your neck and kissing you deeply. 

Thank you for reading!

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@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh

@romanarose @strangerhands @steven-grants-world  @blushingrn @to-be-a-sunshine

 @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie @silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin

@reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom @alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr 

@spxctorsslxt @novarosewood @pygmi-cygni @hammerhead96 @emma23 

@sub-aro @killerdollz @maplemind  @mwltwo @loonymagizoologist 

@dameronshandholder @queerly-anxious @homuraak3mi @swiftiegirliepop 

@oscarssimp @milkypompon @eternallyvenus @lounilu @avengersinitiative2012 

@pigeonmama @marcsb1tch @iolaussharpe-24 @chaithetics @DowBaStan 

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[nezhanetwork]

happy double life anniversary!

[butteronabun]

You were grinning playfully at Diluc. After noticing that there were couples all around you while lining up for the musical theatre, you placed your hands on your hips and said, “No matter what happens - you’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

Unimpressed, Diluc scoffed, and crossed his arms. “Won’t be a problem.” Just because he cancelled one business meeting for you didn’t mean he would already look at you that way. Ridiculous.

And yet years later, he finds himself smiling at the sight of you, walking down the aisle with a bouquet.

[frownyalfred]

Can I just say I love the way you talk about Ra’s and Bruce’s relationship! Or more specifically the way Ra’s is obsessed with Bruce and that Bruce is more or less just doesn’t think about him.

Like Ra’s is here posting shit like “if only he realizes his true place by my side” whereas Bruce just has so much shit going on in his daily life that he doesn’t even think about Ra’s. I think it’d be funny to see how much this drives Ra’s up the wall that he is just another annoyance (and traumatic experience) for Bruce when Bruce was (is) a beacon that illuminates a new path for him and the League. Just Ra’s having to compete with a bunch of young 20s and teens to even get Bruce to hold a conversation with him.

Love your works!! Hope you have a great day!

I love that dynamic for them so much, I wish there was more fic about it! Usually it's just fic about Tim, which is valid, but I like to think Bruce was Ra's' first obsession. He never got over him leaving the League and eschewing their mission (and his own potential).

There's also something very interesting about people like Ra's and even Minhkhoa seeing the potential in Bruce from early on, but being forced to watch the culmination of that power and skill and training from afar. And how their time together might be sacred to him, but to Bruce it was only ever a stepping stone forward in the pursuit of his mission.

[canisalbus]

hey there! sorry to bother again, but I was in a animating mood, so I ended doing a short animation of Machete for practice. It's kinda messy since I havent done that for a while, but hope you like it!

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[thatmooncake]

I love the way you characterize Moon, he's such a skrunkly gremlin, very cat like

Mewn