#feasts of affection

[shroombell]

i like my ctommy with a slight thirst for blood and fuck it we ball mentality

[brainrotcharacters]

deadclaws where Logan is not at all, shut the fuck up why would you say that, jealous of the attention Wade gives Mary Puppins

[myapothecarydiary]

I can’t lie I miss jinmao!!

[vulpine-gentleman]

just. just look at him. i love his face i love his design idk what i'd even imagine him looking like without this design...

[andromeda3116]

...okay that post about redwall made something suddenly click inside my head bc like

yeah, they're incredibly sense-heavy, filled with incredibly strong imagery that invokes all the senses so powerfully that you can smell the feasts... and i devoured them when i was like. ten-twelve. and just starting to really get into writing.

like i'm very proud of my ability to write imagery now as an adult, i feel like it's my greatest strength, and i never really examined where that came from, but falling in love with a series that's so rich in it right at a formative time in my life, particularly with regards to my writing...

redwall taught me how to craft imagery

and not just that, but understanding how to do it has helped me over decades to articulate and describe my surroundings and their impact on me in ways that literally help me organize my thoughts

like

i know we use "x rewrote my brain chemistry" but like holy shit brian jacques rewrote my brain chemistry

[faeriegirl]

Beast from beyond the veil. Hunters that fall victim to its venom are doomed to be its puppete.

[stheresya]

[...] history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again...

A Feast for Crows, George R. R. Martin

[theredhobbit]

A whale will stop breathing and fall to the depths of the ocean. Its death brings life in the gargantuan source of food it becomes. The gradual disintegration providing the essentials of survival to the microscopic and sedimentary organisms that thrive in crushing depths.

The whale has fallen. Ditched the shroud of previous evolutions so that it may sink and nourish those still gaining strength. A parrotfish bursting free from the mucus cocoon of constrictions too tight and opinions much too loud.

Let the pressure feast on the remnants of the woman I used to be.

The whale has fallen.

The whale, used to be me.

[uncuteartist]

Was not expecting vending machine Isekai to have a late introduction Magical Engineer!Lina Inverse ersatz

[ascheming]

tag drop

[evening-art]

Thinking about. Dca au where y/n is just a regular dude (gender neutral) that goes through The Horrors. Just. Some wild, terrible experience, almost feeling supernatural in nature (and it is but shhhhh). And after it something seems to. Change in the perception of the world around them. Reality isn't quite as they thought anymore. At first they think it's just hallucinations or some sort of trauma thing when the ground below them seems the distort and the stars in the night sky look too much like a million eyes glaring down at them but. They very quickly realize it's Not their imagination. They start to see creatures whose very existence make their skin crawl and their stomach churn. Eldritch horror kinda stuff. Sun and Moon are two of said creatures and when Y/N first sees them during a Very close encounter with something dangerous they panic and run and try to tell someone, but are met with skepticism and concern and Y/N doesn't know what to do. Afraid to speak out but also so terrified of saying nothing. And things only get progressively weirder and more mind-breaking as they're exposed to more and more of this hidden side of reality, other humans that seem to be aware of this too, and two abominations (or are they one and the same?) that seem to be following them for reasons they cannot comprehend and are frankly terrified to learn about--

[monicaalexandraaa]

😮‍💨

Obsessed with this🩷🩷

TiO (Take It Off)

Summary: The second you slipped the hoodie over your head, you drew in a deep breath, inhaling the smell that clung to the fabric, inhaling him, his scent like a warm hug. It was intoxicating, made you dizzy with a want you could no longer hide.

A/N: I know it's Tuesday, but our little Monday Blurb got pushed due to life happening. This was a request from @lizsogolden. Based on the song TiO by Zane, and the LIDO Festival Pics.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning: Freaky Smut, playing off the lyrics. (a quick moment of consensual head pushing.)

The first thing you wanted was your mouth on his skin, his shirt coming off, your tongue dragging over his flesh like a fucking animal, as you breathed him in—the sure scent of salt and earth—you wanted the taste of him to spread across your taste buds like a goddamn feast, like the last meal you would ever need.

And that’s exactly how it happened.

A shove through the door, you reaching for the hem of his shirt as he shimmied out of his jacket, your eyes narrowing at the task at hand, because there was only this. As soon as he yanked his shirt over his head, your mouth dove in. Moving straight for the peak of his nipple, and you pressed your tongue flat against the firm tip, warm and soft, as you pushed against him, pulling a low groan from Harry, who was watching you with wild eyes, pupils blown, a mirror to what you felt—to what you wanted.

You quickly dropped to your knees, hands falling to his waist, pulling him closer. Greedy, that’s what you felt, a greed rising, a need you had felt since the moment you saw him earlier that night—a frenzied need spurred on the moment he handed you his hoodie, your eyes catching on the exposed flesh of his tatted torso when he pulled the warm hoodie over his head, his shirt coming with it.

It was a glance, a fucking peek, but he caught you, and you couldn’t play it off.

But isn’t this how it all began? A peek, a glance, an action?

He was a friend of a friend. Someone you had met a handful of times, barely an exchange of words. At the time, it wasn’t really the setting, but neither was tonight, because there was no space to talk really, not over the noise and the crowd, you had only your awareness of his presence, only the passing seconds of a glance.

It was a last minute decision, you coming to the festival. You had made other plans, and when they fell through, you accepted the invite. These were your creative friends; there was never a dull night with them. You knew it would be interesting, a fun night out, a good distraction. You hadn’t expected to see him there.

Harry.

There he was, standing on the opposite side, your two friends a barrier between you. You had forgotten how tall he was, how captivating his features were in any light. He looked good, too good, fuck, in a pair of red shorts that hugged his muscular thighs, of course showcasing the bulge of his package, because you had to look, why not, his short, shorts were practically offering-up a perfect view.

You couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting to him throughout the night, stealing glances when you thought no one was looking.

But he noticed. Of course, he noticed.

Every time your gaze met his, he would smirk, a knowing smile that sent a tingle to the tips of your toes, as you bit back your smile. You saw it in the sparkle of his green eyes, the mischievous glint taunting you to play. It was like a game between the two of you, this secretive back and forth, filled with heated looks, this teasing presence that stole your focus entirely, because you couldn’t even remember any of the music that had come and went throughout the night.

He had your imagination running wild. Dirty thoughts stacking up like tokens you would save for later—needy thoughts of ripping off those tight shorts, you running your hands over his hard body, of tasting every inch of his skin.

You wanted it, and so you would have it.

He was a pro, but you made him work for it, putting him to the test as the night wore on. But the evening was in your favor as the temperature began to drop. You knew you could use this to your advantage, and you couldn’t help but shiver in your thin t-shirt. You hugging yourself every time you all leaned in to talk, or you blankly taking in the band on stage, in those moments, you were playing hard to get.

Dammit, the pull was there, the pull was evident, and you glimpsed it from the corner of your eye, Harry taking the bait because suddenly he was making his way towards you, trading places with your friend so he could stand by your side.

“Cold?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, and he smiled, eyes trained on you as he wriggled out of his jacket, and when he casually tossed it onto the barrier, your heart started to race.

You didn’t stand a chance, you standing there with hungry eyes trying to pretend like he had no effect on you, and as he pulled his hoodie over his head, it was almost too much, the motion causing his shirt to ride up and expose his toned abs—that fucking butterfly tattoo at the center of his chest on full display—and your breath seized in your throat as you caught a glimpse of his nipple, hard and pebbled as the night breeze picked up.

Fuck. That was it. Your breaking point. You knew right then that you would do anything, absolutely anything, to get him alone. To feel his hands on your body, his lips against your skin. You needed him, craved him with a fucking ferocity that was already chipping away at you—you knowing there would be no holding back once you got your hands on him.

Your eyes met as Harry’s arm reached out with the hoodie, that knowing grin ripping through you, and your gaze floated down his body, his fingers brushing against yours in the exchange, lingering just a second too long, long enough for you to watch him pull his t-shirt back down.

The second you slipped the hoodie over your head, you drew in a deep breath, inhaling the smell that clung to the fabric, inhaling him, his scent like a warm hug. It was intoxicating, made you dizzy with a want you could no longer hide. The rest of the night was a blur of stolen touches—a touch on the elbow to get your attention, innocent, but laced with a beckoning desire that never left his eyes.

Because every gesture was an invitation, every whisper a frenzied haze when his warm breath fanned past the shell of your ear, him getting as close as the public would allow, but that was okay, because it only made you want it more; only made the flame burn in the pit of your stomach as the anticipation pulsed between your thighs. By the time your friends were ready to leave, you were practically vibrating out of your skin, desperate to get him alone.

“My place?” you whispered as you hugged him goodbye, your lips grazing the lobe of his ear.

“Lead the way,” he rasped back, his large hand splayed possessively on your lower back.

And you knew this was it.

The drive to your apartment was an agonizing burn, both the longest and shortest ride of your life. Every red light felt like torture as adrenaline hummed over your skin at every stop, adding to the seconds, the minutes it would take to get him through your front door, and it all happened in a flash—a shove threw the door, your hands on his body as his clothes began to come off, and then you were on your knees, eyes level, the inked butterfly staring back at you.

There was no hesitation in the way you moved, licking and nipping at his heated flesh, relishing the salty tang on your tongue. “Fuck, you’re eager,” he huffed, already breathless, head thrown back as you scraped your teeth over his nipple again. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed against his skin. “Want you so bad. Couldn’t stop thinking about this—about having you…”

Then he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when you bit down on the wing of the butterfly, making you laugh. Suddenly, his hands were in your hair, wrenching your head back to look into your eyes. “Show me how bad you want it—what you want to do to me.”

Without warning Harry shoves your face into the hard bulge of his shorts, both hands on your head now as he buried you in his groin, and for affect you struggle, letting out a muffled gasp, part real, part dramatic, but you wanted to lean into the bit, wanted this control over you.

You liked the surprise, so why not play?

You started mouthing at the fabric of his shorts, hands sliding to his hips, gripping as you dragged your tongue over the bulge straining against the red material. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned as you worked to free his cock, pulling down the waistband of his shorts and boxers in one swift motion.

His thick, hard length sprung free, slapping against his stomach before your eager hands wrapped around the base, and like the greedy beast you were becoming, you licked your lips, ready to devour him whole, but Harry had other plans, and when he stepped out of his shorts, he grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet.

“Take it off,” he commanded, eyes dark with the lust you felt aching between your legs. “I want to watch you take it all off.”

And fuck, you didn’t need to be told twice, and in a frantic rush, you stripped off the borrowed hoodie and your own clothes until you were completely bare before him, your chest rising and falling with the effort as Harry drank in the sight of your naked body with the same hunger you felt.

“On the floor. Now,” he demanded, pushing you down onto the hardwood.

You landed with a thud, the pain only egging you on, and your legs splayed open, your pussy already ready for him, and God, as he dropped to his knees it was like the earth stood still, Harry becoming the center of your world for that moment in time—a complete universe pulsing between his legs as he nudged your thighs wider, hands grasping hold of your hips as he positioned his throbbing cock at your slick entrance.

“You’re a freak like me, aren’t you?” he told you with a wicked grin, barely a question. “I could taste it—the way you shoved your tongue into my mouth. You’re a dirty girl who needs to be fucked hard, huh?”

“God, yes,” you whimper, arching your back, desperate to be filled by him. “I need it, please Harry…”

And then he was giving it to you, the whole fucking universe with one brutal thrust as he slammed inside you completely, stretching and filling you so fucking full that stars bloomed behind your eyes, and it was everything all at once, you thought as a broken moan tore from your throat at the sudden intrusion— pleasure and pain—rocketing through your entire body as he began to set a relentless pace, pounding with no lack of resistance right there on the floor of your entryway.

It was glorious, savage even, but this was what you needed as you clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he railed you into the ground, the floorboards creaking underneath you, echoing off the walls. It was unrestrained bliss, primitive fucking that had you holding on for dear life—no tenderness or foreplay, just pure carnal desire unleashed. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass, urging him deeper, harder, faster.

And just as you were about to come, you pushed a hand into his shoulder, urging him onto his back, and he silently followed your wordless command, ripping out of your body with a force that had a gush smearing between your thighs as you climbed on top.

Without wasting time, you straddled his hips, sinking down onto his cock with a guttural moan, your hands braced on his chest as you began to ride him. It didn’t take long before your hips were rolling and bucking, you were desperate to take him deep, find that same rhythm as your pussy clenched around his thick length with each bounce, and Harry’s hands found your waist, guiding your movements, urging you on as you chased your pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that,” he growled, his eyes focused on where your bodies met, watching as his cock disappeared inside you over and over. “Take what you need, my greedy little freak.”

And fuck if you didn’t almost come right then and there, and when you ground down onto him with that craze that was overtaking you, your breasts bounced with the exertion of each hopeless movement, because you were definitely greedy with it, lost in the sensation like you had no other sense of perception—lost in the way he stretched and filled you so perfectly, hitting that spot deep inside that had you spinning out of your mind, and your head fell back, eyes squeezed shut as you rode him harder, chasing that peak that was just at the tips of your fingers.

Harry’s hands moved to your ass, gripping the flesh hard enough to leave marks as he thrust up into you, meeting your downward movements with his own powerful snap of his hips. “Touch yourself,” he forced, his voice strained, and you could tell he was holding back his own release. “I want to watch you come all over my cock.”

You were ready, could feel the tension building, a knot tightening in your lower belly, and you slid your hand down your body. When your fingers found your clit, you started rubbing tight circles into the sensitive bud as you continued to ride him like a woman possessed—riding him like the fucking freak you were—not possessed, like a woman with need, and shit, the added stimulation was all it took, and with a few more thrusts, you were coming hard, your orgasm crashing over your vision as waves of ecstasy rippled through you.

“Fuck, Harry!” you cried out, your walls fluttering and clenching around him as you rode out your high, grinding down onto his cock to prolong the pleasure.

Harry pulled out then, bucking you up his body as a hand flew to his cock, and you forced your mouth to his, catching his moan of release. You felt his body twitch under yours, and you knew he was coming, knew you both got what you needed. When your eyes locked, something in his eyes had softened, gone new, and you realized you liked this part, too: the aftermath, the leftover heat that was settling over you both, that electric charge simmering to a low hum between you.

As you both lay there—exhausted in the entryway—Harry watched your shoulders tremble in the come-down, green eyes tracing the sweat on your sternum, the tremor in your thighs.

You had expected some awkwardness, a stagger up to the bathroom, maybe a quick goodbye, but Harry only reached for the balled-up hoodie and tucked it under your head as you adjusted your body next to his, completely spent, and he curled his arm beneath your neck, pulling you into him, your bodies melding together as his head fell back to the floor like this was exactly where he was meant to be.

And you nuzzled your cheek into his chest, breathing in the scent of him, already forming a list of all the places you wanted to fuck him in your apartment, because this was your platter and he was your feast, and somehow you were still hungry.

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[vulpine-gentleman]

i'm being kept from the right of all oc havers of imagining their oc crying because ariel. cant cry right now. despite how much he'd want to

[rotinthedark]

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them. ( makoo )

meme || @xheartpages

In one swift moment, Sebastian had forgotten completely whatever in the world they were talking about.

Something tense, he was certain. Frustration was evident in those golden irises, intense as ever, and the warm rough hands that kept his gaze fixed upwards at him. Maybe he was being stubborn again, maybe it was both of them, maybe they were arguing, maybe they were miscommunicating. All were viable options, all were things that had become too common between them.

Mako was always so direct. The few times he was physical, he made it count. Got his point across.

This time, he wasn't so sure. Sebastian could hardly think between those warm, rough, strong hands of his.

His breath shook audibly as he stared up at him, barely blinking. He'd never touched him like this before. So intimately. At least, not in a very long time. It had startled him such that he was frozen in place, heart racing, entirely and vulnerably in his partner's control. At his mercy, should he decide to take it.

Take him.

God, he'd take all of his wrath for eternity if it meant knowing his body even just once. Even if it were the only part of him he could have.

Like a starving dog, begging for morsels from a coveted meal just out of his reach. Yet, he daren't even whine like one, lest he be spooked and pull away before the tension of the moment could find resolution. Daren't trace his arms with ghosting fingertips, lest his touch break this spell.

Mako had his attention. It was his to embrace or discard as he saw fit, always. No matter how much it hurt. How much it tore him apart inside. He'd lick his wounds and come back for more, every time.

He'd bleed his heart out a thousand times if it meant that, one day, he might take it in his hands just the same.

[dark-and-kawaii]

── ♡ Nᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

“Sweetheart, you really are such a desperate thing, aren't you?” he murmurs, his thumb brushing away the tear that trickles down your cheek before leaning in to kiss you softly.

It's almost unbearable, the need that coils tight within your belly- the dampness between your legs. It's almost embarrassing that you can't control the sob that slips between your lips against his as he presses his thigh between your legs, the cloth of your panties and his knee pressing right where you need it most...

Pulling away from you, Nanami looks deep into your eyes- nothing but pure love and affection coming from his own, “tell me dear, what is it you need from me?”

You slowly grind yourself onto his knee, an attempt to get some sort of friction, “mn’need you~ need my Kento inside m-me-“

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, his hands gently gripping the soft flesh of your hips, “You don't want the vibrator first? Get nice and wet for me, darling? You know I don't want to hurt you when I'm stretching that pretty pussy of yours-”

You whimper, grinding harder, his words sending heat straight to your cunt.

His grip on your hips tightens, a soft warning to still your movements, the action eliciting another small noise from you.

You look up at him through lidded eyes, your chest heaving and cheeks flushed as you shake your head, the movement slight, your hair falling over your shoulder with the motion, “p-please... I- I want the stretch- wan’it to hurt- just please, Kento... please, please put it in me-“ you rest your head on his shoulder, panting lightly against the material of his shirt, your eyes screwed shut, “just need it- need you inside me- need you to fuck me so hard, make me scream until my voice is gone, fuck- I can't stand it- i- I’ve missed you so much. I- I thought I lost you…”

Nanami is silent for a moment, taking in the sight of you, debauched, practically begging him for his cock, his own length straining uncomfortably against his trousers- his mind conjuring up images of the things he wants to do to you. He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his large hand coming up to stroke through your hair, “Don’t worry darling, I've got you. You don't have to think about anything anymore… just relax, let me take care of you, okay? Just like always...”

He takes hold of your wrists, bringing them around his neck as he picks you up, the action so fluid, as if you weighed nothing, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he turns and places you down on the bed, laying you out before him like a feast- a treat, “and I promise,” he brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the tips of your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours as his other hand slides the zipper of his trousers down, “I'm not going anywhere...”

[velourmobius]

mdni. 18+

tw: caleb and mc are PERVS, smut…

ok so please hear me out…

once he’s finally gotten to date you, caleb would pamper you in the best way he could. showing you his love and affection in various ways.

when you’d get home from hunting wanderers, whenever he wasn’t dispatched, he would be standing in your kitchen, cooking your favourite meals like his signature braised chicken wings or anything else that you’d love.

you’d always find fresh flowers or plants he picked out before coming over, already in a vase and sitting pretty for you to look and smell.

before eating though, he needed his favorite meal. on that particular day, he lifted you and put you down on your kitchen counter. you helped him remove your pants and soaked panties. he buried his face in your cunt, a low moan escaping your mouth while he feasted.

all day, everyday, he craved you so bad. when he’d get his hands on you, it was hard for him to back away. he’d eat your pussy hungrily, tongue shoving itself into your tight entrance while his nose rubbed against your puffy clit. his fingers would be caressing your inner thighs, eyeing the bruises he’d left that were in the process of healing.

his moans and humming against your pussy brought you closer to the edge in a few minutes, the pressure in your abdomen growing rapidly. “gonna come, i’m gonna come.” you whimpered out, breathing harshly.

caleb’s tongue dug into you, trying to taste as much of you. your muscles seized, mouth dropping open when the pressure burst, you squirted on caleb’s face and he greedily latched his mouth on your pussy, drinking it all up while your cunt fluttered and clenched around nothing.

not done with you, your gege pressed two of his long calloused fingers inside of your tight little pussy. he curled up his fingers and drank in the squelch coming from it, fingerfucking you with a smirk on his face. “you gonna cum again f’me, pips? gonna let that naughty pussy cum for your gege?” caleb groaned, eyes trained on you while he took a bite of your inner thighs right over an almost healed up hickey.

a few more strokes and your back was arching off, bright light blinding your vision while your heart pounded in your ears as you gushed on caleb’s face once more. he bullied his fingers into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were spent.

of course, your gege wasn’t satisfied with only this. he stood up, pulling his trousers down and letting his throbbing dick spring out. like the loser he was for you, his cock was already soaked with a precum and a little bit of come from eating you out. “gonna fuck you, pipsqueak. you’re always making me so hard. you’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?” with bleary eyes, you watched as he stroked himself while he bent one of your legs until your thigh was pressing against your chest.

gripping his shaft, he tapped his tip on your clit and watched as you tried to buck your hips against it. “come on, stay still, sweets. gotta push myself inside that tight little hole, don’t i?” caleb teased, rubbing circles on your clit with his cockhead. eyes locked on you, he pushed himself inside. “good girl.” he growled, sinking inch by inch while your arms scrambled to wrapped themselves around his shoulders.

he stopped moving once his entire length was buried deep in your clenching cunt, squeezing him so tight that he truly had to will his orgasm away. “s-so fucking tight, baby. your pussy loves being filled by me, doesn’t it?” caleb gritted out, gripping your waist and slowly moving back. your face was too cute, eyes glazed over and drool dripping from your open mouth.

“ah, my sweet little princess is cockdrunk? you’re so cute, baby. i haven’t even started fucking you yet.” caleb moaned loudly, pushing back inside and watching you gasp as you dug your nails into his back. “haah..ahh, fuck, caleb, please.” you cried out, your cervix getting prodded whenever he buried his entire length.

“no, gege..” he smirked, giving you a harsh thrust that made you see stars. “sorry, gege…please, please, aah, fuck.” you yelped, feeling him start to fuck you. his strokes were slow and languid, rolling his hips unhurried while you were begging to be fucked faster, to be pounded until you couldn’t speak.

“mine, you’re all mine, aren’t you? this pussy is mine, your body is mine, your mind is mine. all of you is mine, got it?” caleb said, his tone as cold as ice as he looked at you with his lust filled orbs. “yours, yours, yours..” you cried, your orgasm building up quickly. your gege knew what was good for you, and you trusted him dearly.

from the times he used to fuck you against the bathroom counter in josephine’s house to now, he had always been the person you trusted the most. he’d taken all of your firsts and you’d gladly give them to him. that’s what your gege was to you. he was everything and without your everything, you were nothing.

a low rumble grew in his chest, his thrusting speeding up until he was pounding into you. the sound of skin slapping against one another, his balls smacking against your ass while your pussy squelched where you and him connected made for a filthy symphony. your moans and his mingled together, both of you looking at each other with crazed eyes.

you leaned and caleb met you halfway, pressing a searing kiss on your lips while his hips chased his impending orgasm. he french kissed you until both of you were breathless, separating slightly. “come on, pips. be good for me.” he said, his thrusts starting to falther. “be a good little sister and come for your gege.” caleb moaned, slotting his lips over yours.

your orgasm came crashing into you, pussy clamping down around his cock and throbbing hard around it while caleb reached his own peak. he buried himself fully inside, cock spurting out ropes after ropes of come, filling you until it began to drip out of your overstuffed cunt. drops of your mixed cum fell to the floor while he held your shuddering body. when you came down from it, he continued holding you tightly while he peppered kisses all over your face.

he quickly began cleaning himself up, as well as you while looking up to you. he observed your silence and he was also flustered by what he’d said.

“are we gonna talk ab-”

“shush, gege.”

“okay.”

a/n: yeah…so this isn’t planned. i just..that had to be written out 🫦 not proofread and barely edited