#yessss!!! thank you!!!

[edorazzi]

Hey guys, it's finally time for a Miraculous Mentor AU webcomic!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

This 80-page story will explore Felix's backstory as Chat Noir, his relationship with Bridgette and a significant step in his bond with Adrien. I've been working on this project for over a year with the support of my Patreon crew and I'm so excited to finally start releasing it - I really hope you guys enjoy!

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

hello hi !! i’m in need of some lucius verus smut, the tag is so empty !!! so seeing as you take request i thought i might ask ahah. so i was thinking of reader and him training in sword fight until it gets a little heated 👀, thank you so much xx

OOOOH YES THANK YOU SOOO MUCH THIS IDEA HAD BEEN CIRCLING IN MY MIND AAAA ‼️‼️

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Hours of sparring had left you nearly breathless, sweat running down various parts of your body in rivulets. The sun was high in the sky, but the end of the training session was nowhere in sight. Still, adrenaline continued to course through you as you and Lucius — your sparring partner — slowly circled each other.

Since you’d gotten a nasty gash on your leg at one of the more recent games, he’d been teaching you better techniques with the shield. Luckily, your leg was healing nicely, but he just wanted to make sure it didn’t happen again.

As one of the few female gladiators, you mostly fought in novelty acts, but you’d snuck into bigger games wearing a Thraex helmet a couple of times. You were a skilled warrior and Lucius enjoyed fighting at your side, but he was always more on edge as he worried about your safety.

And so, he was a rather strict teacher in the training grounds. He had to make sure there were no mistakes, knowing too well how much those could cost.

He found a way to distract you for the merest second and took the opportunity to lunge. He knocked the shield out of your grasp, but you raised your sword to meet his next blow.

He advanced, your swords still clashing, making you retreat until your back was suddenly against a pillar. He feinted, using his shield to knock your sword out of your grasp when you moved to deflect.

He pointed the tip of his sword at the hollow of your throat, panting, his gaze holding yours.

“And just like that, you’d be dead,” he said, frustration making a muscle tick in his jaw.

You gave him a sly little grin, feeling like pushing his buttons. He could get so serious during training that you had to find ways to get him out of that headspace, if only to ground him.

“It’s just unfair that you happen to be very good at distracting me, Lucius,” you said. “Nobody else can do that.”

He lowered his sword, blinking at you almost as if in disbelief.

“Really? That is your excuse?”

You shrugged, raising your chin. “It’s what I’m going with, yes.”

He huffed, half amused, and raised an eyebrow at you. You didn’t back down, your grin widening. He shook his head, muttering unbelievable.

“Behave,” he said sternly.

“Or what?” You countered.

Now he raised both eyebrows and your stomach flipped at the shift in his eyes. He stepped closer, cornering you, and looked down his nose at you in that way that told you you were in trouble.

But then he smiled, a lupine quality to the curl of his lips. He bent his head towards your ear and lowered his voice so only you could hear him.

“You know what, actually? Keep misbehaving, I know exactly how to deal with you later,” he said, a promise at the edge of his tone. “But in the meantime, pick up your sword. We’re going again.”

Before he could draw back, you tugged him to you by the tunic until your lips were a hair’s breadth apart.

“Do your worst,” you whispered, grinning mischievously as you held his gaze for a moment longer before shoving him back.

And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

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[mofsblog]

I LOVED THE INCORPORATION OF JANNA LORE

I was so pleasantly surprised

[ifindus]

Hi Findus!

I hope your new job is going well!! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Have you ever drawn the nordics as archeologists? (or like indiana jones...I refuse to awknowledge that archeologists probably do not wear clothes like that)

Anyway have a great day -🪽

Hi! Thank you!! I'm still settling into the processes of the job, it's a lot of new stuff to learn.

I have now! Denmark did not get the memo unfortunately 👀

[ellearts]

LAWHAN KISSING ‼️

LAWHAN KISSING YES!!!!!++!!!!!! They smooch

Tags : @scrollonso @pancakes-and-pansexuals @lyslsstuff @joaoista @starlightiing @allphatauri @yourpigeonwife @ace-race-ace @grumpiest-dood

If u wanna be added shoot me a dm or inbox me <333!!

[unriding]

MOZE DINOSAUT

[porcelainfreak-zacrucian]

Why fix trash?

Just a lil comic, I gotta make more of those. Y'know, stop leaving AU ideas on one reference drawing and two keysmashes.

Can and should be interpreted as future TaGr. Or TaGf. TaGr+? Yeah fuck it I'm calling this TaGr+ idk. Will probably make a part 2. At least I hope I will x)

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

~ I can’t help myself sometimes. ~ Every bratty word that slips out of my mouth feels like a tiny victory, a little thrill running down my spine.

But deep down I’m just aching for it to backfire, desperate for her to make me regret it.

Every time I push her, I’m hoping she’ll finally snap, grab me, and remind me why teasing her is such a dangerous game. I want her to shut me up, to show me exactly what happens when I push too far.

It’s funny how much I enjoy provoking her, but I also can’t wait for the moment I’m forced to pay for it.

It’s like every little taunt I throw her way is just another step closer to the punishment I know I deserve.

[pizzazzgf]

i think romantic attraction is the most embarrassing emotion for agatha to let herself experience. but she’s also Extremely romantic in an outlandish, theatrical manner. Like she’s going to be like “i kind of want to spoon feed her soup” and then feel nauseous but for some reason she has no problem arranging corpses in an eternal disco so she can dance with her lady in the ballroom without the extra hassle of glamour or torches. or perhaps secretly buy seeds for different plants every time she travels somewhere new, only to after a decade dump ALL of them on rio at once for her garden without even thinking of whether or not the conditions for each one could be met where they live. or killing men who have the same colored tie as ONE GUY who hit on rio 50 years ago during a heist

[buglaur]

she's live

now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3

[tazernatic]

my bad didn't mean to bark—

KYU-CHAN NATION HOW WE FEELIN

[saltlickmp3]

quick archive doodle 🫡

ARCHIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OMGGGGGGGGGG AUGH OUGH AUGAHH OAAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH i love the colours & the lighting of this like ?????? how do you do that???????? aughhh the guyyyyyyy aiuohohsouuouowuweuwoueowueowueowueowueowuewo

[vonlipvig]

SEVERANCE SEASON 2 IS GETTING A WEEKLY DROP WE WON!!!!!!

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Sugarpasteltmnt ¿crees que la canción de bad feeling de Jagwar twin 😁puede darle a Neon Void ?🧐🤔

YOOOOOO I LOVE IT!!!!! INTO THE PLAYLIST!!!!

[omtai]

Made a customer feel bad about being a bitch & take a step back and reconsider why she’s being a bitch… I feel like God

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

The moment that I let the alcohol-soaked pad hit my clit, it felt like it had been lit on fire. That burn wasn’t just sharp, it was brutal. My body was confused as pain roared through it, lost between what I craved and how my skin begged me to stop.

Then Nellie’s hands closed around my thigh, squeezing to leave a mark. She didn't let up, her fingers dug in deeper, bruising me harder. My body was caught between her grip and the fire between my legs.

For a moment there, I felt like I couldn’t do it, couldn’t take both at the same time — the burn on my clit and Nellie’s grip. How the hell could I focus?

My body was on edge, physically begging for mercy, yet in my mind begging for more.

And then that voice came in. That cruel voice inside my head. Oh, you’re struggling? Poor thing. No one cares. Maybe you should stop. Oh, wait — you can’t. Because there’s no other option, is there? The sting, the heat, the bruises… if I wanted to come, I’d have to accept it. All of it.

This is what you wanted, isn’t it? So take it. Take it. Submit.

I kept rubbing, harder, dragging the pad back and forth even as my clit felt like it was being melted. Embrace it. Either you take all of it, or you get nothing. You want to come? You’ll come - with this. With all of this. No mercy. You knew what you were getting into.

I gave in, let the fire burn, let her fingers bruise. I needed the pain to push me into that edge.

And when I came, oh fuck, it was hard and burning, and I rode the waves of it, soaking in everything it gave me.