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might just make a sideblog for helluverse muses

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what if i like... came back... but only did hazbin/helluva boss stuff?

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Maya Hawke as Robin Buckley in Stranger Things season 4 volume 1

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All i think about is stranger things. no. i will not take criticism or complaints.

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DAMN IT HE'S FINE🥵

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Steve>>>>>>>>>>>

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day 2 of do i want to date him or be him

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Im on my Lore Olympus shit again and Im reading a retelling of hades and Persephone and im in a mood….

Someone give me lore olympus stuff. also an excuse to rp hermes too bc i love him. best boy

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theshytigergirl​:

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Yakumo moaned as Delun touched him. He squirmed, his hands moving to Delun’s chest. He couldn’t get any words out. He couldn’t even think of any words. Why did he always become this way when he was introduced to pleasure? Maybe he truly was a pervert. It was Eiden’s fault.

His toes curled as he felt the familiar warmth fill at the bit of his stomach. His back arched against the best as a hand dropped to grip at the sheets, “D-delun... I-I’m going to...!”

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please…

someone…

come play with kitty eiden…

especially a kuya… /insert eye emoji/

or a dante… or a yakumo… or quincy… WRECK HIM

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dckja·:

            “  eek  !!  ”  he flinches as a sharp pain radiates from his neck  ,  body quivering at the sensation of qunicy’s teeth sinking into tender skin  .  the reader’s neck is sure to be mottled with bruises and bite marks tomorrow … he’ll regret it immensely as it’d be difficult to have clothes on … he’d be too embarrassed to ask seolhwa for help  .             at the command and the other’s possessive tone  ,  dokja tumbles over the edge and decorates his abdomen with near transparent liquid  ,  quincy’s quite literally fucked him dry  .  a mix of a whine and whimper leaves dokja’s lips as he cums  ,  clenching tightly around quincy  .             “  too much  ,  too much  ,  ”  he shakes his head  ,  body trembling in quincy’s hold as the other continues to rail him into the mattress  .  his thighs quivers as they struggle to close itself and hide himself from quincy but couldn’t with the way dokja’s legs are propped up on the spirit’s shoulders  .  his hole clenches tightly around the other’s thick girth  ,  unsure if it’s rejecting the man or trying to keep the other within  .             “  i can’t  !!  no  ,  ”  dokja wails  ,  tears trailing down his cheeks  ,  his hands desperately and weakly grabs at quincy’s own  .  his senses are assaulted with a mix of pleasure and pain  ,  it’s all too much  .

The scent of the other’s essence was far more greater than his former partner. How was this even possible? It wasn’t as if Quincy was in the right mind where he could actually think clearly about what was happening. All he could think about was being completely and utterly sheathed within the other man.

He groaned deeply as the other tightened around him. It only helped increase his need until he was thrusting deeply as once more, his load filled the other’s hole. Some spilled out as Quincy road out his climax. 

After he was sure he was finished this time, he pulled himself free with a grunt. And yet, his cock was still semi-hard, but he did feel tired and spent from how much actually they were going through. 

He nuzzled Dokja’s neck lovingly as he moved the other to press his back against Quincy’s chest. He made a content sound as his cock rested between the curve of Dokja’s ass. He would rest now, but he was by no means done. There were still many hours until the drug in his system wears off.

Time remaining... 10 hours...

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please...

someone...

come play with kitty eiden...

especially a kuya... /insert eye emoji/

or a dante... or a yakumo... or quincy... WRECK HIM

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AYO, HE LOOKS CLEAN IN THIS OUTFIT 👌

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dckja·:

            without warning  ,  he feels warmth pool down his throat and a sound of surprise gets drowned out as he chokes on the liquid  .  pulling back  ,  some remain in his mouth and a bit escapes the seal of his lips  ,  dribbling down the corner  .               he struggles to swallow the rest  ,  it’s way too late for him to spit it all out … but before he’s even given a chance to cough or gather his senses  ,  he’s suddenly pulled upwards and quincy’s lips is sealed against his own  .  “  wai …  ”  he gasps  ,  body suddenly pulled tight against quincy’s  .             his breath and words stolen  ,  all dokja could do is brace himself against the taller  ,  letting the other lick into his mouth  .  he shudders with need  ,  he can’t say he wasn’t turned on by the throat fucking … just a little  .  maybe  .  

A hand moved down Dokja’s back and over his ass before squeezing. He attacked Dokja’s mouth with his own tongue and teeth, tasting every big of the other that he could while his hand fondled the other’s ass. It was truly astonishing how turned on the other made him. Quincy wasn’t usually this... rowdy.

He pulled away, not minding the trail of saliva that followed as he looked down at the other, “Do you want me... to take of you too?”

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dckja​:

            dokja listens attentively  ,  the simple response is more than enough to help  .  dokja knew there were many meanings  ,  he just wanted to have a good grasp of what joonghyuk was aiming for so the design fit and made sense  .               “  mm …  ”  the artist hums softly  ,  “  i think a pocket watch might be a good timepiece to use instead of a clock … kinda like something you can carry with you  ,  ”  he says  ,  making a rough sketch then pausing … well  ,  that wouldn’t make much of a sleeve now would it … he hums  .  stylus tapping against the screen as he ponders for a moment in silence  .             “  mm … what if we have the watch be nestled in a bed of roses  ,  we can definitely wrap some of the flower around your arm and have it trail downwards …  ”  dokja offers  ,  drawing blobs that are supposed to be where the flowers are  –  he’ll refine it later  ,  he’s just working out placement right now  –  and drew a weave of thorns that’ll wrap around joonghyuk’s arm  .             “  ah … what if we have those missing numbers on the clock face fall off into the flowers  ??  what do you think  ??  ”  dokja asks  ,  looking up at joonghyuk finally  .  “  or … did you have another idea  ??  ”

Joonghyuk looked at Dokja as he spoke. He didn’t look away the entire time. His eyes were intense as he stared at the artist. This infatuation of his would truly go out of control one day. To think after just meeting the man once and sitting in this very chair as the other scarred his body with ink, he would be so willing to come back for another so he could spend more time with the other.

He could just ask him out for dinner. 

Though he did like his tattoo and wanted another.

His eyes briefly fell to look at the tablet the other was using before he looked back up at the other, “I like your ideas. I want to go with them. I trust you.”

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glttony·:

               Kuya   could   have   expected   any   reaction   to   his   own   words   from   the   blond,   but   he   wouldn’t   have   guessed   that   he   would   go   to   such   a   violent   lengths   when   he   heard   from   the   fox’s   mouth   nothing   more   than   the   truth   about   not   only   Eiden,   but   himself.   He   had   no   shame   in   allowing   himself   to   get   so   close   to   someone   in   the   middle   of   the   forest.   What   a   naughty   thing   to   do.   The   feeling   of   a   strong   grip   on   both   wrists   and   then   the   body   that   hit   the   cold   wall   of   the   room   forced   a   silent   gasp   from   inside   the   Kitsune’s   lungs.   Lips   slightly   parted,   fangs   visibly   clenched   so   hard   his   jaw   started   to   hurt.   Thin   eyebrows   furrowed   with   building   frustration.   He   hated   it   when   anyone   touched   him   without   his   own   permission,   and   the   invasion   of   his   privacy   zone   in   such   an   almost   barbaric   manner   only   added   fuel   to   the   fire.  

               He   was   visibly   annoyed,   and   even   his   attempt   to   jerk   away   from   the   tall   man’s   grasp   ended   in   nothing.   The   pounding   against   the   wall   slowly   spread   pain   down   the   length   of   his   back,   and   the   words   coming   from   Quincy’s   mouth   caught   him   slightly   off   guard.   He   knew   full   well   what   the   bottom   line   was. ❝   Tch.   I   have   no   need   to   lie.   I   am   simply   saying   facts   that   your   brain   can’t   process   you   sleepy   mutt.   ❞   Kuya   hissed.   Again   trying   to   get   out   of   his   grip,   or   at   least   his   wrists   but   to   no   avail.   Quincy   was   much   stronger   than   him   and   that   fact   alone   made   him   even   more   nervous.   He   hated   not   being   in   control.   He   had   to   regain   it   somehow.   ❝   Other   things   than   talking   ?   I   am   good   at   whatever   I   do.   Unlike   you   who   does   nothing   but   sleep   …   oh   no,   you   keep   making   that   impostor   your   toy.   I   guess   that   can   be   an   accomplishment   you   can   be   proud   of,   you   brute.   ❞   Turning   his   head   away   the   old   fox   spirit   only   huffed.   Trying   to   look   unbothered.

Kuya was a nuisance, but he was by no means evil. Cruel, maybe, but he had his reasons. He had yet to really hurt Eiden. He had gotten close. He understood the other’s hesitation. It was evident that Eiden was nothing like Huey, but that was more of a good thing in Quincy’s opinion.

The other might be good with illusions and trickery, but Quincy was not just some human who fell for it easily. At least he got an interesting reaction out of Kuya - annoyance. That was new.

Quincy smirked at the other, not really minding the reaction from Kuya because it meant one thing. Kuya felt venerable in that moment. He felt weak compared to Quincy. 

“You’ve done the same,” Quincy pointed out. No matter how hard Kuya tried to deny it, his essence called to Eiden. Just like the rest of the clansmen, he can’t help but be drawn to the so-called imposter. He might not be a Grand Sorcerer, but Kuya couldn’t deny the fact that in all sense, they belonged to Eiden.

The wood spirit tilted his head at the other, eyeing his face, “You speak of facts and yet you continue to lie to yourself. You enjoy taking him just as much as I do. You might deny it with your mouth, but that eye of yours shows clearly just as the rest of our gems do.”