#what are they? two? lolz

[smellroy]

Mystery scars….

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

my first time doing a ship chart dont throw tomatoes at me guysh. im elaborating on the tags because im embarrassed. user f0rgetf0rgetting extreme yap session

i also got too passionate on the madoka magica one and ended up doodling this

[ingravinoveritas]

I mean...

[ruinxl0ve]

Imaginary friendddd !!!

[yin-shimo]

in which these two wear clothes (and makeup!) the other has worn before. (i’ll take CAS shots of them in these fits in the morning to show the entire ensemble. i just wanted to render them badly)

their hairs the same cuz um. well. they both have long hair so—

[relivethisdream]

“You need to be respectful towards people who aren’t comfortable sharing their F/Os, they have boundaries that need to be respected just as much as anyone else’s” and “While it’s completely fine to keep your distance from people who share your F/Os, you shouldn’t be putting them down just because they’re fine with sharing and you aren’t” are sentiments than CAN, and moreover SHOULD coexist

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Prompt: Praise and lingerie.

Philip discovers he’s not offended by Henry blatantly stroking Alex’s praise kink — especially when Henry is praising what Alex is wearing beneath his Gucci suit.

WELL HERE YA GO IT'S MORE 3SOME FIC

this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather

under the cut foe incest-y firstprinceS smut!!! HEED THE TAGS!!!!

Philip didn’t mean to stumble upon them. He knows they need time alone, moments that don’t always require all three of them to be together. He pauses at the doorway, ready to turn around and give them their space, but something keeps him rooted. Henry’s voice filters through the room, low and rich with praise, directed at Alex. It's not unusual for Henry to feed Alex’s praise kink, though it’s not usually Philip’s thing. But this time, the words catch his attention.

Apparently, beneath Alex’s perfectly tailored Gucci suit, he’s wearing something special. Philip’s curiosity is peaked. The thought of Alex in one of those lace or satin pairs he’s come to love tugs at his imagination. It’s an image Philip is all too familiar with—and a weakness of his. There’s something intoxicating about the way delicate fabric clings to Alex’s cock perfectly, the way he always picks the perfect color to contrast against his skin, leaving him looking utterly divine.

Philip tries to step back, giving them their private moment, but the floorboard betrays him with a soft creak.

Alex’s head tilts slightly in his direction, eyes gleaming as he lifts a finger and beckons. “Pip, you may as well join us, and stop running away.”

Philip’s breath hitches, the playful challenge in Alex’s voice wrapping around him. He steps into the room, walking toward the pair lounging against the back of the sofa. Alex’s lips catch his in a kiss, warm and deep, pulling him in with an all-encompassing fervor. Philip melts into it, feeling the heat rise between them.

Behind Alex, Henry is already at work, hands deft as he tugs the jacket and undone shirt from Alex’s body, tossing them carelessly over the sofa. In one smooth motion, he finishes unzipping Alex’s trousers, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. When Philip pulls back from the kiss, his gaze drops, and there it is—lavender lace clinging tightly to Alex’s erection.

Philip’s fingers ghost over the fabric, feeling Alex’s cock twitch beneath the thin material, the wetness of pre-come already pooling against the lace. His breath catches in his throat. He’s always been a sucker for the way lace hugs Alex, the sight of it, the feel of it, and now he’s on his knees, looking up to see Henry nibbling at Alex’s neck, teasing his nipples with practiced hands.

Philip presses his face against Alex’s cock, nuzzling the lace and inhaling the scent of him. Alex groans, a low, needy sound that shoots straight through Philip. With a slow, deliberate movement, Philip pulls the lace down, sliding it under Alex’s balls, freeing his hard length. Without hesitation, Philip takes him into his mouth, setting a rhythm he knows will drive Alex wild, his lips sliding over the head, tongue swirling expertly.

Above him, Henry’s fingers pinch and tug at Alex’s nipples, his mouth leaving trails of kisses along Alex’s neck, and it’s all too much for Alex. Philip feels the familiar tension, the way Alex’s body tightens in anticipation. With a shout, Alex comes, his cock pulsing as he spills into Philip’s mouth. Philip swallows, savoring the taste, relishing the way Alex’s body shudders beneath him.

Alex pulls him up, their mouths meeting again in a fierce kiss, tongues battling for dominance. The taste of Alex still lingers on Philip’s tongue, and he revels in the warmth of the kiss, the connection between them electric.

But then Alex breaks away, turning to capture Henry’s lips in a kiss. Philip watches as their tongues glide against each other, teeth catching on swollen lips, the heat between them palpable. And in that moment, Philip can’t help but think how perfect the two of them are. How this—the three of them—feels like something that fits, something that complete them all in ways he didn’t expect—for now.

[mecha--maniac]

Dusty Desert is based on Persepolis and Solaris is present in the ruin imagery, thus Solaris/Iblis/Mephiles are Persian, and I take this to mean the western european-coded modern Soleannan 'royal family' are colonizers who usurped the kingdom and stole their God both figuratively in the co-opty way christians took figures like Easter (a pagan god) and literally by imprisoning Solaris and later experimenting on him/torturing him until he broke in two. In this 666 page essay, I will --

[a-little-artsy]

Doing DogManber for a whole month bc i need my brain to function !

Day 1: Favorite Book

Ok i literally had to pick a favorite book bc i realized i didnt have one

so i picked atotk bc idk its good. its the type of book id never get bored of (although you could say that for most of the books lol)

Btw if you wanna do this as well heres the prompt !! (Made by @c-o-z-m-o n @rataroo0 !!)

anywya bye

[helluva-hazbins]

Came for the amazing writing and portrayal of not only Lucifer but your other characters and stayed for the same reasons and just how much fun writing with you is :3 I’m really happy we’re writing together and chatting more! I’ve always wanted to but have been too shy to reach out ;w;

"It has been my absolute pleasure and joy, my sweetest~"

[gretagator]

Old™ OCs I haven't drawn since 2020....

[ingravinoveritas]

Pinterest Twitter comments of the week: Staged edition.

[medium5]

The meower

[miraeism]

bruh

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Ficlet Friday ( too late?)

I just got home and its technically Saturday when I saw this, but if you're still interested . . then take firstprince and try a ficlet with:

8. 'I don't want to admit how turned on I am by that...'

never too late :) - tho i am also late getting it posted but technically it got finished at some point yesterday but i was a slacker - lolz - really it's the whole i have these things to do now part of what you think will be a bit of vacay doing nothing lolz

so without further rambling - here ya go luv - hope ya like 💚

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Henry is used to Alex’s quirks by now; after all, he will be marrying him soon and figures they truly know each other better than anyone else. Nothing he’s discovered about Alex has ever got him as much as that first time he ever saw him in his glasses in Kensington, his closeted self marveled at the many facets that he discovered about Alex during that time when it was just the two of them, well, with Shaan, and his PPOs and Alex’s secret service agents dogging their paths. But this moment right now is really getting him for some reason, he can’t quite place.

Alex is sitting at his desk, deep in thought, open books and papers strewn across it, and his glasses are hanging from his lips by the side armpiece he’s never needed a name for before, but Henry is sure there is one for. That last part is what he is currently stuck on; he knows he has a thing for Alex’s glasses, usually when they’re on his face, though. It’s the juxtaposition of those glasses sitting between what he’s heard others say are cock-sucking lips; of course, he’s the only one who knows how well they do that. He leans against the doorjamb. He knows he’s staring, and some people would think most people are past that stage when the other person is your fiancé, but Henry will never get enough of looking at Alex. If he’s also thinking about the other things those lips can do while admiring the love of his life, well, right now, that’s just for him to know.

Alex looks up at him, and his eyes widen. Those glasses are still sitting between his plump lips, which have obviously been bitten, and worked with his teeth as he’s been working today. “Hey, Hen, stop being a creeper and either come into the room or don’t.”

Henry walks into the room and plops down into the chair that sits between their desks. “I was not being a creeper but simply admiring my fiancé. Is there something wrong with that?”

“You do know you can come admire me closer, right, not just from afar – like a creeper.” Alex laughs around the glasses, still balancing there, and Henry can’t help but chuckle along. “But, that look you had didn’t just look like your admiration face, so what’s the real reason you were holding up the wall?”

If you must know, I don't want to admit how turned on I am by that ...” Henry nods towards Alex.

Alex pulls the glasses from between his lips and sets them down on the desk, “By what, part of me sitting here like I always do working are you turned on by, may I ask? Is it the ratty sweatpants, the holey t-shirt, or the mess my curls are after not doing anything other than running my fingers through them quickly?”

“Well, I would, and do, find any of those things hot on you. In this instance, it was actually the arm of your glasses between your lips. I don’t think I’ve seen you do that before, and well, let’s just say it was giving me thoughts.” Henry chuckles and continues, “I know Nora and Pez always joke about your oral fixation, but I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Huh, I’ve always done that and never really thought about it. I guess maybe I’ve always been orally fixated.” Alex stands up and walks around the desk, standing in front of Henry, “How about I show you what else I can put between my lips?” Alex’s exaggerated eyebrow wiggle should not be at all appealing, but Henry’s sure it’s actually the way he bites his lip along with it that has him standing from the chair and pulling him out of the office and to their room. He needs to get this man to bed, and hopefully, they won’t leave for a while.

[spotforme]

it's very stupid