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[ivygorgon]

A new video was added to Ivy Gorgon's playlist, US Politics. Trump Admits to Rigging Election in 2025 Pre Inauguration Speech -Crystal Beth

[ivygorgon]

Rainbows are for everyone.

Children, Christians, gays, you name it;

Rainbows are for everyone.

[ivygorgon]

It is time to Celebrate Bisexuality Day, tumblrinas!

Text from CBD wiki page:

Celebrate Bisexuality Day (also called Bisexual Pride Day, Bi Visibility Day, CBD, Bisexual Pride and Bi Visibility Day, and Bisexuality+ Day) is observed annually on September 23 to recognize and celebrate bisexual people, the bisexual community, and the history of bisexuality.

[ivygorgon]

Hey girl, someone is stealing your crown jewels

Hope this helps

[asiatic-apple]

I need the smut mirror sex prompt with Sylus and female reader please

Your wish is my command, anon ;) I’m still a little unsure about what Sylus’s dirty talking would be like…If y’all have any feedback on how I wrote it here, lmk what you think!

Requests are open for my follower celebration

Breathtaking view

Sylus x female reader

Prompt: mirror sex

Content: lots of praise, hair pulling (but it’s gentle), slightly rough fucking…but sylus remains a gentleman, a moment of possessive!sylus, creampie

The ornate floor-length mirror across from Sylus’s bed at Onychinus’s base felt a little over the top when you first saw it. But now, you’re starting to understand its appeal—and why Sylus positioned it with the perfect view of his large bed.

You're on all fours at the edge of the mattress, facing the mirror with your back arched and hands gripping the silk sheets. And Sylus is behind you, fucking you with a rhythm that has your thighs trembling.

He usually doesn’t take you like this. Normally, he likes the moment to be more intimate, his body pressed against every delicious curve of yours. He likes to cradle you in his arms and use his weight to keep you in place while he overwhelms you with deep thrusts.

But tonight, he can’t deny there’s something special about this view.

“Look at that,” he groans, low and reverent. One palm glides down your spine while the other grips your hip tight enough to bruise. “So perfect…”

You try to focus on the mirror's reflection—the sight of your flushed face, mouth parted, body jolting forward with each powerful thrust. But your eyes are drawn to him. The way his gaze is locked on you like he’s memorizing every detail, every shudder, every moan.

You cry out when he hits that perfect spot inside you, making your arms buckle and your head drop forward onto the sheets. But there’s no real reprieve from the intense pleasure. He folds his strong torso over your back, his thrusts not missing a beat while he presses warm kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“Eyes on the mirror, sweetie,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.

All you can do is whimper in return. You’re not sure if you have the strength to stay upright when Sylus fucks you so deep, his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.

And he knows it. He always knows. His fingers slip up the nape of your neck, threading gently into your hair before giving a firm tug at the roots. It’s not too rough. Just sudden enough to make you yelp and lift your gaze.

The moment your eyes meet his in the mirror, he slows, just for a heartbeat. It’s not hesitation. It’s just a quick check-in. Ready to stop if you need to tap out.

But you don’t. You want this. Your body tingles with pleasure when he resumes the rough pace of his thrusts, fucking you a bit harder now that he has your attention.

“That’s it,” he growls, that trademark smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t look away.” Your cunt clenches around him in response, and he lets out a noise that’s guttural, downright feral. “Fuck…just like that,” he groans between the sounds of your pussy slicking him up with more of your arousal. “You’re squeezing me so well, sweetie.”

You whine his name, hips pushing back against him instinctively. You’re lost in the heat of his words and the stretch of him inside you.

“Such a precious little thing,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

His eyes never leave the reflection. He’s drinking in the sight of your body—how gorgeous every dip, curve, and soft roll is while you writhe from the pleasure.

And while he’s lost in admiring you, you’re just as caught up in him. The way his muscles flex with every movement. The way his skin glistens with sweat. The sharp lines of his jaw clenching when he grits his teeth. You’re hypnotized by his strength, his hunger, his absolute focus on you.

Then his arm snakes around your waist, and his fingers slip between your thighs to lazily circle your clit.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, still mesmerized by you and talking mostly to himself. “And you’re all mine.”

He fucks you like he plans on keeping you forever. And he kisses your neck with such gentle affection—it’s a dizzying contrast to how hard and deep his cock moves inside you.

Watching yourself like this, seeing how your own body seems to glow with confidence, it makes you moan even louder. Only Sylus brings out this side of you. And he loves it. He loves knowing how his words, his praise, encourages you to love yourself harder. You deserve it all, and he’s proud of you for accepting both his cock and his affection so openly.

The two of you get lost in the sinful image of your bodies intertwined, appreciating how sexy you look together. You’ve always brought out the best sides of each other.

It’s that feeling—the recognition that Sylus completes you and you complete him—that has your fingers clawing into his bicep as he thrusts into you harder, chasing both your highs at once.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Sylus says between breathless grunts. “Come for me.”

With one more circle of his fingers and a deliciously deep thrust, you fall apart on his cock. Your mouth parts in such a pretty ‘o’, and Sylus eagerly watches every twitch and shiver of your body through the mirror.

He follows a breath later, hips jerking one last time as he spills inside you with a rough groan of your name.

After such passionate lovemaking, even someone as strong as Sylus can’t stay upright anymore. He collapses beside you, careful to roll you over so you don’t get stuck beneath his heavy body.

The two of you need a few minutes to catch your breath, and he pulls you into his arms to pepper sloppy kisses all over your sweaty skin.

“Hm, you always look good, sweetie,” he murmurs, between kisses full of adoration. “But tonight? You were breathtaking.”

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[ramenthievery]

Nortin in Sangria outfit >:))

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand -> And so I enter into evidence my tarnished coat of arms / My muses, acquired like bruises, my talismans and charms

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Ivy: Please take your serotonin and enjoy the day. If you can't make your own serotonin, store bought is fine. *downs a bag of M&M's*

[andthatscanon]

incorrect gossip girl quotes

[ivygorgon]

[asiatic-apple]

Fluff prompt 1 with Sylus and female reader

Thanks for the request, nonnie! Hope you enjoy this one

Requests are open for my follower celebration

First kiss in the rain

Sylus x female reader

Prompt: getting caught in the rain together

Content: one mention of the pet name “kitten”, a little bit suggestive, making out in the rain

The sky had looked innocent enough when you left the cafe with Sylus. It was cloudy, sure, but not too threatening. It wasn’t until the two of you were halfway down the street that the first drop fell. Then another. And another.

Now you’re sprinting side by side, completely soaked, laughing as you duck under the overhang of a closed flower shop. Rain comes down in heavy sheets, drenching the pavement and painting the world in watercolor grays and glimmering reflections.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you mutter, breathless from the run and the ridiculousness of it all.

Sylus pushes back wet strands of silver hair, looking unfairly handsome when he’s soaked to the bone. “I told you we could have taken the car,” he teases, water dripping from the sharp edge of his jaw.

You elbow him lightly, feeling slightly embarrassed that you were the one who stubbornly pushed to walk back to your apartment. It’s more romantic to walk, you had said, sticking your chin out in that cute pout Sylus loves so much. Now you’re eating your words and drowning in the torrential rain.

But you’ve always been too stubborn for your own good. Some might call it a flaw, but Sylus likes that you stick to your guns—you’re his feisty kitten for a reason.

“I was right, though,” you exclaim over the patter of the rain. “This is way more romantic than a boring car ride.”

You playfully flick a droplet from his collarbone, subconsciously licking your lips when you watch it scatter into smaller rivulets that glide beneath the lapel of his dress shirt. Yeah, Sylus looks even better when his clothes are damp and sticking to him like a second skin.

You shiver without realizing it, and Sylus shifts closer, ready to take care of you. “Cold?” he asks with a raised brow. It’s unclear whether he’s smiling out of affection or because he knows exactly what made you shudder like that.

“A little,” you lie, wrapping your arms around yourself. Your own clothes also cling a bit uncomfortably to your skin. But your face is too warm—probably from how he’s looking at you.

“You should’ve let me bring my jacket,” he teases.

You scoff. “And have you suffer instead? No way.”

He hums thoughtfully, then steps in front of you, his hands reaching out to gently tug your arms from your sides. He wraps them around his waist, pulling you flush against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“There,” he murmurs. “Now you can steal my body heat.”

You tilt your head back to look up at him. “This is very convenient for you, huh?”

“Extremely.” His smirk is handsome as always, but the look in his eyes is different now. It’s calmer, softer. Like the rain has washed everything else away but this moment between the two of you.

A drop of water slides down your cheek, and he brushes it away with his thumb. His hand lingers, warm against your skin despite the chill in the air.

You swallow, heart pounding. “We’re very wet.”

“I noticed,” he murmurs, his voice lower now. His thumb brushes the corner of your mouth before returning to your cheek too quickly for your liking. “Should I pull away?”

“Not if you’re about to kiss me,” you whisper, already rocking forward on your toes to lean in.

The kiss is gentle at first, sweet and careful, as if he’s savoring the moment. But when your fingers curl into the front of his shirt, damp fabric bunching in your hands, Sylus deepens it with a quiet groan that makes your knees go weak.

His hands cradle your face, keeping you anchored as the rain hammers the pavement around you. For a second, you forget everything else. You forget the cold. You forget the puddles. You forget that anyone could walk by and see you both soaking wet, making out under a flower shop awning like something out of a movie.

You pull back just slightly, enough to catch your breath and whisper, “This is a little cliché, don’t you think?”

Sylus leans his forehead against yours, his soft panting the only sign that your kiss affected him just as much as it did you. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, sweetie.”

“It’s not,” you admit with a smile. “I like it.”

“Good,” he whispers, pecking you on the forehead. “Because I’ve been wanting to kiss you in the rain for a while now.”

You have half a mind to laugh, assuming he’s just being a tease as always. But the look on his face is sincere. You don’t have a witty response this time. All you want to do is kiss him again, until he’s breathless and dragging you back home to peel off these clothes that stick to your body.

The rain shows no signs of stopping, but for once, you don’t mind. Not when you’ve got Sylus pressed against you, his warmth soaking in deeper than the cold ever could. Not when your lips find his again, slower this time, like there’s no rush. Like this is exactly where you’re both meant to be.

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[miku-module-showdown]

High Fever VS Ivy Rabbit

[himmurf]

Why do I imagine this is animated and voiced the same way as Witches On Tinder?

mmm soob

[cedric-k-rossignol]

stood on the cliffside screaming 'give me a reason' your faithless love's the only h o a x i believe in

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)

PAMPER WITH REGULUS PLSPLSPLS I NEED TO DO HIS MAKEUP SO BAD

you think i'm cute

hehe i hope u like this mer it's very short bcos apparently all of my reg blurbs have 2 be under 300 words but yeah <3 tw: not really proofread? idk </3 (0.2k)

regulus black x reader

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Regulus sneezes, eyebrows pinched and cheeks pink with the powder you had just dusted on him. His nose scrunches and a huff of laughter escapes from your throat.

“You think my pain is funny.” His lips twitch with a barely concealed smile. Your thumb smooths over the curve of his cheek.

“I think your pain is endearing. There’s a difference.” You insist. 

His cheeks split in a grin and you squeeze them, a gentle reminder of what you’re supposed to be doing. His face returns to a neutral state for just a second.

“Yeah? And what is that?”

“Regulus,” you chastise him. “You gotta stay still.”

“I will if you answer my question,” He promised. His voice was coated in honey, sticky sweet with endearment and fondness for you. 

You open your mouth, mulling over what your answer could be. “I just thought the face you made was cute s’all.” You assure him, tucking a curl that fell in front of his eyes behind his ear.

“Oh,” He nods. “I get that.”

You tilt your head, “You think I’m cute?”

“I do not.” His smile suggests otherwise.

“You think I’m cute.” You hum, closing your eyes and smiling. He huffs, an affectionate sound, and sits back in his chair. “I’ll get back to it then?”

His cheeks pinch with a grin.

[asherenjoysbeingtransparent]

“New Years Illustration” (#8) — Toya Aoyagi, Saki Tenma, Tsukasa Tenma