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[nightmarewalker]

Always second place 🔥

I like drawing them hehe

[nightmarewalker]

Misunderstanding

Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, possessive / jealous Thorin, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie, established relationship, table sex

Word Count: 1.5k

A misunderstanding gives Thorin cause to remind you that you're his.

A/N: For @protosslady

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“My queen, how should we allocate these funds?”

You glance at the parchment and frown. With Erebor reclaimed, reconstruction has begun, but with it comes all sorts of complications and roadblocks. Most of Erebor needs serious repair and attention. The majority of the remaining population lives outside, something that Thorin is increasingly growing upset about. He wants his people back home, and that is admirable, but with Smaug previously making a home here, the structural integrity of some portions of Erebor are in question.

Sighing, you consider all the options before answering. “Let us focus on residential areas for these. When those spaces are suitable for habitation, we can begin moving people out of tents and into homes. That is priority.”

“Of course, my queen.” The aging dwarven men around you bow deeply, many of their long, gray beards brushing the ground.

As they straighten, the door to your private study bursts open. Thorin stands in the doorway. There is a fire in his gaze and his chest heaves as if he’s just run a mile. It’s startling. He’s upset, but you’re not sure why.

Everyone around you turns and bows toward their king.

Thorin’s gaze passes over each of them before landing on you. He strides into the room, purpose in every step.

“Leave us,” he commands, his voice ringing loud and clear in the room.

They all bow a second time before quickly collecting their things and making a swift exit. Thorin approaches, and you move toward him, reaching out once the last of them have closed the door behind them.

“Thorin—”

Your husband reaches for you, pulls you in by the waist until you’re pressed up against him. His hand is on the back of your neck, the small hairs catch in his fingers as Thorin slowly arches your throat.

The look of hunger in his eyes is different. He wants you—needs you, but there is something else swirling there, lingering in his heart, making you question this sudden intensity.

“I need to kiss you,” he says, and it’s almost a groan.

“My lips are right here,” you reply with a soft giggle. “You may always kiss me whenever you wish.”

Thorin shakes his head slowly. “I’m not talking about your mouth.” Thorin leans in, his lips almost brushing yours, but his free hand grabs at your upper thigh, indicating where Thorin is wanting to put this mouth.

“Oh,” is all you say in surprise.

The hand around your neck slides away, and then Thorin is gripping your hips, moving to the undersides of your thighs to lift you off the stone floor. You wrap your arms around his neck, and Thorin deposits you on a nearby table.

While he is careful with you, there is an underlying harshness you notice in his gaze. That fire from earlier is still there. It’s like Thorin needs to punish you, or consume you, make you bend to him until you’re nothing but a perfect, pliant thing under his hands. The idea of it warms you between your legs. Your thighs rub together and there is no hiding how slick you are.

Thorin pushes your legs apart and steps between them. He starts at your knees, then your thighs, hips, and up the sides of your body until his hands grip the front of your dress.

“I’m feeling impatient,” he says, before putting all his strength behind his next movement.

With two quick jerks, Thorin rips the front of your bodice open, tearing the dress cleanly in two. Before you can even utter a verbal protest, Thorin’s lips are pressing against yours in a demanding, hungry kiss.

“I’ll buy you more,” he murmurs before his hands return to your body, this time caressing bare thigh. His touch is a forge fire, and you burn, surrendering to him as you begin to fall back against the table, legs widening as he settles between them.

You moan as Thorin kisses his way up your leg and to the inside of your thigh. Every brush of his lips sends pulses of heat from his mouth to your pussy.

“Please,” you whimper as Thorin’s lips brush against the spot that’s aching for his touch. “Please.”

“Tell me,” he says, the pad of his thumb parting you. “Is this for me?”

“Yes,” you reply as you hear just how wet you are.

“Only me?”

“Yes,” you say again, voice nearly breaking as he strokes over you.

Thorin’s hands grip your hips and tug you closer to the edge of the table. Then he pushes your legs wide open until the insides of your thighs feel stretched. He drags his fingertips through your wetness.

Your soft moan becomes a strangled gasp as he licks a wide stripe up your sex. Mewling with pleasure, you grab at him, one hand tugging on the neckline of his tunic, the other digging against the table.

“Delicious,” he groans. The tip of his tongue circles your clit, and without thinking, you pull hard on him, ripping some of the fabric.

His hand snatches your wrist. Thorin guides it down to the side of your thigh. Then, he grabs the other one. Does the same. With one hand, Thorin keeps your hands from straying. His grip is unyielding, and while you tug a bit, you meet firm resistance.

Thorin shakes his head. Then his head dips back between your legs, and you’re completely lost to him. Your eyelids flutter shut as he sucks your clit and traces around your entrance with a free finger. Then he presses in, and you groan loudly.

“Mine?”

“Yours.”

Thorin is inserting a second finger, pumping them in and out of you as his tongue laps at your clit. The coiling tension within your core twists tighter with every drag of his fingers and each swipe of his tongue.

Thorin curls his fingers and your back arches off the table. You feel his grin, and then he stays the course, working you at that perfect pace until you fall apart around him, crying out his name, the sound echoing around the room.

Thorin retreats but he does not back away. Instead, his mouth is on your bare skin, biting and sucking, leaving marks behind as he trails up your body. They are harsh, demanding, possessive marks of ownership. Rarely is Thorin ever like this, but he does not stop until he makes it to your mouth, sliding his tongue inside so that you can taste yourself.

This lingering moment is short. The second Thorin breaks the kiss, he undoes the front of his buckle, and the two of you are desperately pushing it away.

When Thorin slides in, you both moan loudly. You fall back against the table, clinging to his arms as he sets a pounding, steady pace that rocks the table. Each thrust makes the wood vibrate at the legs scrape across the stone floor. This a frenzied mating. A dire need. Whatever has possessed Thorin makes him hungry for you in a way you’ve rarely seen him.

His next thrust hits deep, and the friction is intense, pulling the coil tighter again until you’re keening, leaning up from the table as your body squeezes around him. That orgasm breaks him. His resolve snaps, and then you’re trapped beneath him, your fingernails digging into his skin as Thorin takes for himself.

He groans, leans forward, forehead resting against your own as he finishes. You feel it pooling within you, threatening to escape the moment he pulls away.

“I heard that you spent most of the day with a man,” murmurs Thorin, his nose lightly brushing against yours.

The middle of your brow scrunches in confusion. “I don’t understand. Why would that upset you?”

“It was reported to me that the relationship seemed…close.”

Frowning, you think back to the events of the day. You consider every place you visited and everyone you talked to. As you shuffle through all the possibilities, you pause on one, and then laugh so hard you snort.

“What?” he asks, drawing back slightly.

“Did the person reporting on me mention that man was my older brother?”

The tops of Thorin’s cheeks turn a bright red. “They—no. They failed to mention that.”

While part of you is annoyed that Thorin would immediately gravitate toward the worst, you also know that he’s under immense stress, the kind that might tear away and chip at his own confidence.

“Next time, when someone tells you something like that again, what are going to do?”

“Talk to you first,” he replies, his cheeks growing even redder.

“Although, I did like this.” You emphasize your meaning by rolling your hips, moving along his softening length. “Perhaps I should be a little friendly with an actual stranger. What will that get me?” you tease.

Thorin drags you off the table and into his arms. “That’ll get you bent over the nearest surface.”

“Is that a promise, my king?”

“Willing to test me?”

You grin, knowing that you certainly will.

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[nightmarewalker]

Yes, you can wear my hoodie.

Yes, it smells like me.

Yes, I'll fuck you while you wear only that.

Anymore questions?

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Elliott from stardew valley's fursona confirmed.Elios from Sunhaven.

You can't change my mind. this is my crossover headcannon, and no one's gonna stop me.

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[nightmarewalker]

“ugh this character is so annoying and immature” this character is 14

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Hat Mouseee 💗

[nightmarewalker]

Ok but like,,, what if you could make friends with baby Shadow Leviathans,

and they nibbled on your fingers with their skittery teeth/legs in what is simultaneously adorable and a little bit creepy.

(also sorry Robin is headless,, I really didn’t feel like trying to figure how to make human faces look decent on top of the shadow levi bby)

also I don’t usually shade my sketches?? (let alone color them) but the shadow levi just kinda demanded to be shaded,, so this happened

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✼The Hobbit Preference: getting called by their first name✼

i thought i might save you from endless despair. How do we feel about a hobbit preference/reaction for when their s/o calls them by first name, i stead of the usual petname they got used to?

thank you for saving me :DD and i feel ecstatic about this

thranduil :

• see that gif right there, he deadass looks at you like that

• his thoughts going at 200 mph wondering 'fUCk what did i do'

• he'd ask if he'd done anything, and you'd just say 'nah'

• he'd be so confused

• he'd just ponder and ponder

•when you tell him he did nothing wrong and you just wanted to see his reaction

• he'd literally just stare at you like this :😐

• he'd overall be surprised but he would literally make you promise to never call him by his first name ever again

thorin:

¬ he straight up panics

¬ my mans does not know what to do

¬ he asks if everything is alright

¬ when you say nothings wrong and you just wanted to call him thorin

¬ he just ascends with relief

¬ he literally lets out a sigh

¬ he runs up to you and hugs you

¬ the next day he calls you your first name the whole day

bilbo:

- he dead ass panics

- he starts stuttering and starts running around

- he literally asks you ' d-did i -d-do anything??'

- he just panics and running around in circles

- he just contemplates the things he has said within the last decade of his life that could of hurt you

- at one point he just zooms over to you and hugs you

- and then he just starts rambling incoherent apologies

- and then you'd just pat his head and say ' you did nothing wrong i just wanted to see how you'd react-'

- the sigh of relief that comes out of his mouth

- hes just hugging you even tighter now

- dont call him bilbo unless you want him to pass away

kili;

< deadass just stops in his tracks

< he turns around slowly and asks ' what did you call me?'

< but his voice goes up like 10 octaves

< he just starts asking you ' did i do anything? ' 'are you okay?'

< fili is pissing himself laughing at this point

< you just calmly say ' you did nothing wrong i just wanted to see how you would react'

< he just stares at you

< then tackles you and gives you a hug while scolding you

< 10/10 would recommend

> he nearly faints

> but for the rest of the day affection backhands you in the face

> you're cooking? no you're not you're cuddling with him

> you're doing anything? no you're not fili is giving you affection

> he just constantly comes up to you and gives you lil' smooches

> eventually you tell him

> this time its not affection that backhands you, its a pillow

> he starts rambling about ow you got him worried

> and then you give him a kiss to shut up

> he just looks at you and tackles you and hugs you in the process

> its nice getting the affection but the pillow part isn't

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i had this ready at like 00:00 yesterday but tumblr died and it got rid of my progress and im so sorry for this coming out late ive been practising for an irish oral exam and im going to fail help

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— Blood and Rose — Strigoica-Spring Night by Takato Yamamoto

[nightmarewalker]

guide 4 teens

tell the cops nothing

tell the paramedics everything

ur eyebrows are fine

[nightmarewalker]

literally if you’re new to tumblr: reblog shit

“it wont fit my aesthetic” make a sideblog. reblog to it.

“i hate tagging” don’t tag then. reblog it anyway.

“but my likes are public” ppl here dont fucking look at your likes. they dont do anything anyway. reblog it.

“you just want attention” jokes on you, I dont make shit anymore. I’m talking about other artists.

“it’s embarrassing” tumblr is an anonymous platform. make a sideblog if you’re too cowardly

“but on twitter its fine to have lurk accounts” well they suck ass here and are assumed to be bots. reblog.

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Unburdened: Part 1

A/N: This is my first time writing a mute!reader, so please forgive any mistakes i may have made (including the description of signing words/speech)

The noise had seemed chaotic to your ears, and it took a few taps to the underside of your leg to get you back from the teetering edge of an anxious moment before you could step up to the long pale wood counter with the note already written on your whiteboard. As you had stepped up to grab your order, you had felt the cushioned hit of a man next to you pushing you out of his way as he reached for his cup of coffee while ignoring you standing there waiting.

You had frowned and pursed your lips, the words rising to the forefront of your mind, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to write what you wished to convey on the board in your hands. Instead, you had turned your head and chewed the inside of your left cheek as he turned and shot you a dirty look, his muddy brown eyes narrowed at the corners as he dared you to say something; as he dared you to open your mouth and curse him out.

When you had averted your gaze and had made yourself seem more minor as his scent, his aura as an alpha made you wish to slip between the floorboards and disappear entirely. It was the lingering effects of his scent and the bubbling anger beneath the surface that had you stepping away from him as he angled himself toward you for the sole purpose of you feeling his designation as an alpha. He wished to intimidate you for the rush it would have given him, the surge of power that made him feel better about his day or his life.

It was a notion that you had come across too many times in your life, the feeling of intimidation that rolled off of alphas who were hungry and desperate to feel good about themselves hadn’t been a new experience. Yet, in this crowded café, it had brought you to the point of physical distress.

Intimidating a mute omega was a weak attempt, a shot at someone who couldn’t verbally defend themselves.

You had held your gaze on the floorboards of the café, keeping your gaze averted until you had heard the familiar highs and lows of Clint’s voice and the scattered grunt of the same alpha who had intimidated you, complaining about being covered in his coffee.

You had raised your head and hid your smile behind your hand, watching the alpha scramble out the door as Clint spoke some thinly veiled threat. The message had got across, and the alpha who had intimidated you had only spared you a single glance before he left the café and slammed the door behind him, leaving a tainted scent trail behind him.

“Asshole.” You signed with your fingers and mimed a laugh as Clint approached and rolled his shoulder back before he reached for one coffee then the next.

“Big ego, little dick.” Clint cracked a half-grin, then followed you as you moved toward a table at the back, where you had first deposited your whiteboard, then your worn bag. “You okay?”

You glanced at Clint and tilted your head, then reached for the whiteboard and the black marker you had secured to the front. You had started to pop the black cap off when Clint had rested his hand on yours, stilling you. He had shaken his head and motioned for you to sit, and only when you had fully relaxed in the cheap plush chair had he signed his question, his fingers moving gracefully as he formed the question with ease.

“Fine.” You signed back, using the ASL method instead of writing your response on the well-used whiteboard to your left. “Tired.”

“Have you been sleeping?” The two of you were silent as you communicated back and forth, your focus on the waves of his scent, while he was focused on the way your mouth moved and mimed the words though no sound had been produced. It was a habit you had picked up early on in your life when you attended school, hearing and mouthing the sounds that made up words while lacking the ability to speak verbally.

“I have been trying.” You frowned and pursed your lips, your eyes moving past Clint to the sight of a few young omegas and alphas blatantly staring at you.

The motion had also caught Clint’s eye, but when he had glanced over his shoulder, the little gremlins had scattered and scrambled for the line.

“You don’t have to be anxious-“ Clint’s signing had seemed more eased than yours, and your reply was harsher, more irritated.

“I have every right to be anxious.” Your lips had formed a hard line as you signed your annoyance back at him. “I am about to be living with a bunch of people I don’t know-“

“You know, Natasha.” Clint put forth his argument, and you had dramatically rolled your eyes and hung your head, feigning a sense of anger at the mention of Natasha Romanoff.

“You can’t trust a spy.” It might have appeared that you were serious in your signing if it hadn’t been for the naturally wide smile on your face as you shared with him. “Always listening.”

The joke had been made at your expense, the tiny little quip of humour that was matched with a silent laugh. When the joke had subsided and a moment of peace had come between you too again, you had leaned forward and rested your elbow on the table, then placed your chin in your hand. You had studied Clint as you saw him again, noting his change of hairstyle and the nuance of his scent that seemed to be stretched thin. He looked and seemed as if he was tired, as if it had been too long since he had gone home since he had seen his family.

“I missed you.” You slowly signed with one hand, missing a few letters, but the message was delivered anyway.

“I missed you too.” Clint had returned the sentiment, then extended his hand and rested it on your wrist, holding your attention. “I’m going home when you’re settled.”

“Nat-“ You frowned and pulled your hand away before you reached for the whiteboard and tore the black cap off the marker, and started writing the message on the board, finding the ease of writing your message faster and a little easier than trying to sign.

“Nat doesn’t need to keep an eye on me. I’m not a child.” You huffed and showed him the message, the angry little frowny face at the end making your brother snort and roll his eyes. He had reached for the marker and grabbed it from your hand before he had written his message while the board was facing away from you.

“You are baby.”

You turned the board and read the message before you blanched and fixed your eyes into a semi-serious glare. You were busy wiping the board clean with such urgency; you had missed wiping a few spots of ink.

“I am NOT baby.” You wrote back and underlined the word ‘baby’ a few times, emphasizing the claim. “You are baby.”

“I’m an Avenger.” Clint’s lips twitched, his smirk growing when you huffed again and turned the board toward you, frantically scrubbing the ink away to write another message, another round of back and forth between you all.

“BABY avenger!” You added the exclamation points and set the board down before you shoved it toward him, tapping at the emboldened word with the back of your pen. “BABY.”

Clint had remained silent, not saying or signing anything. He had leaned back against his chair and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched you. You had, in turn, met his silence with the sound of your coffee cup dragging across the table. You had lifted the cup from the table and pressed the rim to your lips, raising an eyebrow as you took a drink. He had remained silent, yet he had grabbed your board from you and angled it away from your view.

You watched him with interest, even trying to peek over the top of the board to see what he could have been writing. However, he had caught onto you and jerked it away before you could see what he was doing. You huffed again, exhaling a burst of air as you shrunk down in your seat and set your mouth into a firm pout, your fingers drumming against the table while he worked.

As you waited, you studied the simple artwork hung on the wall in a dark frame with mild interest, watching the simple swirls come close to touching yet remaining distant enough to see the background through the space between.

When you had heard the tapping of his fingers on the table, you turned your head back to him and the board. He had turned the surface toward you, and you had seen the work he had done. He had drawn the tower in the small corner, and the symbols of the people you assumed would be there, tapping the space beside the symbol of a spider.

“Spy.” You signed for Natasha, then moved to the next. “Stark.”

“Tony is there occasionally,” Clint mumbled.

“Shield and star?” You signed in confusion.

“Captain America and Bucky Barnes-“

“Bucky Barnes.” You tapped the tip of your nose in between your signing. “Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are the super soldiers.”

“Right. Natasha, Steve and Bucky are there most of the time. Wanda Maximoff.” He had drawn your attention to every symbol of every avenger who would be there, along with you and Clint, and the images of the avengers flashed into your mind temporarily as he spoke.

Tony Stark, alpha who was partially responsible for tearing The Avengers apart, had a wife and child.

Natasha Romanoff, alpha female who was Clint’s best friend and your confidante for just over two years since you had met her.

Steve Rogers, alpha nicknamed the ‘man out of time,’ was on his way to retiring, ready to settle down.

Bucky Barnes, alpha and ex-hydra assassin who had recently come back from Wakanda, fixed after all the damage done by the criminal organization.

Wanda Maximoff, alpha who could move things with her mind, among other talents.

“All be there?” You paraphrased your question, your question to make it quick.

“Yes.” Clint matched your signing speed. “They will all be there, and they’re excited to meet you.”

“Cough. Cough.” You smirked and signed the action without completing them. “I’m sick.”

“I promise you will be fine.” Clint offered his comfort, albeit shortly, before he had tapped the side of his phone and drew both of your eyes to the time set on the smart device.

“You should go home.” You scrawled on the board after you’d cleaned it, then you set the cap back on the marker and tucked it into the slot attached to the board.

“I know Laura misses me. I will go home when you’re settled.” Clint had stood, his voice quiet as he spoke while you gathered your things. “You are my sister.”

“You are baby.” You smirked and signed the remark to his endearing statement, tucking your board under your arm as you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulders. “I am not baby. You are baby.”

“Yeah, sure.” Clint rolled his eyes and slung his arm over your shoulders to pull you into his side and walk with you out the door.

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Delivered {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3100+

Warnings: Pregnant reader, breastfeeding in public, pregnancy sex, cream pie, labor and delivery, mentions of blood.

Comments: You are back at the frozen planet that brought you together the first time. This time it is for a very different reason. 

A/N: Part 2 of Frozen Series

You weren’t exactly happy about going back to the frozen wasteland the Mandalorian covert called home, even if you understood Din’s reasoning behind it. It was more that you didn’t know if your toes were still there, you couldn’t see them anymore, but it felt like they had broken off about halfway from the Razor Crest to the entrance of the longhouse.

It also felt like you wore about fifty pounds of clothing. Seemingly, your entire wardrobe had been layered on your body by the Beskar clad warrior that was walking by your side. You could tell his visor was turned towards you, and you steadily ignored him, ready to get inside by a fire and remove a layer, or twenty.

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Frozen {Mando x Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3154

Warnings: Breeding kink for sure! fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex (BE SAFE EVERYONE) Vaginal sex, cream pie, slight cock warming.

Comments: Based off a dream an Anon sent me (Link Here) Basically while visiting his tribe on a frozen planet, the subject of breeding their partners comes up. The reader gets jealous when a female Mandalorian starts getting touchy with Din, but she doesn’t know that there is only one person he wants to breed. Her.

A/N: Part 1 of Frozen Series

Kriffing Mandalorians. They either gather in sewers on a lava planet where the temperatures are hotter than the Maker’s armpit on a summer day or on a frozen wasteland of a planet where the snow drifts pile high and the wind is sharp and deadly.

You understood it. The remnants of the Empire were less likely to patrol these areas more closely than more temperate planets, but damned if you weren’t freezing your ass off on this icy ball of misery.

You were in a longhouse that the Mandalorians had taken over when they arrived on this planet. The previous residents long since abandoned the village, hopefully the planet, in search of better conditions. You and Mando had stopped here, to take refuge for a few days.

It was intimidating, seeing so many armored covered warriors in one place. You knew that he belonged to a religion, that there were others, but you had only known of him since you had joined his crew.

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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hey lets play how hot is that character

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