#{{ v;; modern }}

[623-74x]

dead man walking

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or, cyberpunk 2077 tarot (the magician) but it’s ghost

[kcdoos]

TETOTETOTETO 💥💥💥

[demaparbat-hp]

How would Spirit Touched Zuko from For the Spirits AU and Nonbeliever Zuko from Dandadan AU react to each other?

DDD Zuko did not sign up for this.

[sengenism]

gen is next to senku like, 90% of the time just to stand there and look pretty while going "ohhhh?" when senku explains science stuff

[zevrra]

[priest!jayce x fem!reader / nsfw / mdni]

priest!jayce has always been a good little student. a faithful man to his church and his god. always the soft and the kind man he has been taught to be…until he meets you.

when he used to pray for times of peace; he now only prays for forgiveness of his own sin.

and at first, it was lighthearted thoughts and the occasional flush seeing you across the church hall. the soft thought of how pretty you looked in morning light or the perfect way you recited prayers; the heavenly perfume you wore that he smelled constantly, even if you weren’t in the room. but these little thoughts slowly transformed into something…unholy.

he, the more he desired you, the worse his mind crumbled. his thoughts of how pretty the dress you wore turned into thoughts of him taking you out of the dress. watching as the fabric crumbled under his hands—so tenderly—as he removed the dress from your body. thoughts of kissing your cheek in passing or in greeting, soft and light, turned into his desire to taste your mouth on his.

and it only got worse. no matter how many trips to the confession booth he took, or the amount of praying, the distancing, the pleas…it all just got worse. he desired—no yearned—for you. his sleepless nights of you haunting him while his trembling hands roamed over his body, pretending they were yours; a ghost in his room to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he committed sin. biting his lip hard enough to bleed at the thought of him making you his. kissing you, kissing your skin, tasting every inch of your exposed skin as his fingers delved between your thighs while you utter his name like a prayer—

god forgive him if he ever got to taste that sweet cunt of yours.

[reverienco]

slice of life modern AU :]

[just-null]

Oh dear cult leader, Please ANYTHING Aizetsu and/or Sekido (if u have time ofc)

He was sore afterward

[wildflower-ramblings]

MDNI - 18+

Warnings in the tags - warnings contain spoilers.

Read at your own risk.

Simon Riley x reader

I have no explanation for this.

Simon knows everything about you.

He knows your favourite songs, your favourite movies. How you take your tea. How you sing in the shower and apologise to inanimate objects when you bump into them. The way your eyes light up when you laugh; the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re annoyed or frustrated. Knows every twitch of your mouth and flicker of your eyes, and what emotion they mean. He knows the best way to make you giggle in amusement, or to make you flush in embarrassment. Knows what little things annoy you, or upset you; and more importantly, what makes you happy.

He knows the street you grew up on, and the crack on the side walk that made you fall off your bike and scrape your knee. He knows the exact shape the scar is in now, decades later. He knows the name of your first pet, a goldfish you swore once changed colour ever so slightly and definitely had more than a three second memory. He knows the name of your best friend in kindergarten, and how you wanted to become astronauts together and be the first to land on Saturn. He knows the names of all of your cousins, even the ones you only saw at weddings and funerals. Remembers all of their birthdays, too, and remembers when and where you last saw them.

He knows each and every one of your exes, from the first boy in high school who kissed you then broke your heart, to the thankfully short relationship you’d had in university, who refused to let you meet their friends or go over to their place. About the last relationship you had, the one you thought you were going to marry, and how much it broke you when they told you they couldn’t do it any more. He knows how long it took you to pick yourself up after that, and how much strength it took to shut them down when they tried to tearfully apologise months later.

He knows every single on of your friends, very way they’ve hurt you, which friends seem to flake at the first sign of trouble, which ones will cancel plans at the last minute and leave you on your own. Which ones will stick with you through anything, who will point out the red flags you can’t see, but still be there for you even when they don’t agree with your choices.

He knows everything about your job; your favourite and least favourite coworkers, which ones will chat about your weekend with you and which ones have talked about you behind your back. How much you dread each Monday, and how much you wish you could tell your manager where to shove it. He knows how tired you look every Friday night, collapsing onto the couch with a glass of wine as soon as you can, some mindless show on TV that you swear you’re not really into, but can name every character from.

He knows your entire bed time routine, from the hot drink you make yourself to wind down to the way you dance around whilst brushing yourself. How terrible you are at remembering to take your tablets and the systems you’ve tried (and failed) to keep track of them. All your little tricks to get yourself to sleep when your mind refuses to shut down.

He knows how you are first thing in the morning, all droopy eyes and soft sighs, the sheets tangled around your body. He knows how soft you look in the golden morning light, the way you curl into your pillow when your alarm goes off, and how softly your eyelids flutter open. How you always swear you’ll get up on the first alarm, but end up sleeping an extra five or ten minutes, lulled back in by the warmth of the bed.

He knows that you sleep in nothing but an extra large t-shirt, grumbling about how uncomfortable any extra fabric makes you. How your shirt always rides up and gives him the perfect view of your body. How enticing you are, all spread out for him. How soft your skin is, and how it gives when he grabs at it, his too large hands creating dimples and leaving faint traces – his mark on you.

He knows how pretty you look when you come, your sweat-slicked skin glistening in the glow of the lamp. How breathy you sound when you’re close, the way you try – and fail – to keep your moans in so the neighbours won’t hear. How loud you can get when you truly let yourself go.

He knows exactly how you like to touch yourself and be touched, and just how quickly he can make you cum in every possible way. He knows how you feel on his fingers, how you clench around them when he finds that perfect spot inside you. How pretty you look stretched out on his cock, the slight furrow of your brow when he first pushes into you, and how it quickly morphs into soft gasps of pleasure. The way his come looks dripping out of you, and the whimpers you make when he pushes it back into your sensitive walls. How you come even harder when he cleans you up with his mouth, and how sweet you taste on his tongue.

It’s a shame you have no idea he exists.

He knows how to fix that.

I have literally never written dark content I have no idea what I'm doing

I just got the last two sentences in my head and it just unravelled from there

[heart-select]

The King, The Paramour

Mafia AU but the idea is people underestimate bilbo but it's the queen that moves most in a game of chess. Mildly inspired by "Marked Man" by TenTomatoes

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: And that's why I think machines can never produce true art. Because they can never be horny, which is the first step in making any piece of art.

Price: …

Price: Get out of my office. And take your sketchbook with you.

[kingcenred]

@beautiful-mischief continued from [x]

Fury surged through him, even as they left the heat and music of the nightclub. He hadn't caught all of the abuse the drunken man had been hurling at Mal, but he had most certainly heard enough. And then he dared to touch him! It was a shame Cenred had only managed to land one punch before his security team had launched into action - ordering them to leave - but, if the blood dripping down his knuckles was anything to go by, the man was now missing a tooth or two.

As they stepped out into the night, Cenred swallowed his anger sufficiently to focus on the most important thing: Mal. With a tenderness at odds with the rage clenching his jaw and stiffening his shoulders, he cupped his face and gazed across at him with evident concern that was not alleviated by Mal's reassurances. How could he be fine after that?

"Of course, the car is this way," he reached down to entwine their fingers together instead. "I'm so sorry, I should never have let you go to the bar on your own," he murmured, as he hurried them down the empty alleyway. "It's not - people are never usually like that."

[sabotchi]

i’ve had a bunch of these henry sketches sitting around unfinished since 2018…

better late than never right?

[childrenofcain-if]

Oh! Ro’s & mc’s as famous pairings in tragedies? (Romeo & Juliet, Eurydice and Orpheus etc…)

C LACROIX: pyramus and thisbe

V NÆSHOLM: orpheus and eurydice

W OSTENDORF: achilles and patrocles

D DIACONU: paris and helen

M WHITLOCK-SINGH: antigone and haemon

[artisticrendezvous]

🌸Puppy love🐾🌸

Ft. the model herself, Momo

I’ve had this finished for like three weeks but kept forgetting to take pics of it lmao

[saphirdevil]

[atmospheral]

“Roronoa Zoro, known as the ‘Demon Asura’, is the main suspect of a triple homicide and a quadruple homicide occurring only a few weeks apart. He stands accused of murdering gun smuggler Don Krieg in a brutal attack with a blade, as well as Kurozumi Orochi and three other gang members." —Tiger by the Tail by Vandereer (@dandunn)

the one piece modern au i didn't know i needed

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