#Minors begone

[cloned-eyes]

No thots- i mean thoughts

uncensored

Edit: ao3 no longer exists

[dandelioncasey]

'looks great just don't taste it' title of my sex tape tbh 🤣

[cedarsmoke4]

This blog is 18+

I am here to have fun and vibe, not to argue with strangers, so I block with my gut and without hesitation

Just be respectful and don’t be a dick

[miryalle]

I OWN NO ART I REBLOG! I TRY TO REBLOG BECAUSE ARTISTS SAY THEY WANT IT. DON'T PITCH A FIT LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR ART SEEN. JUST DON'T POST IT, YOU KIDS! CHILDREN, THERE'S A THING CALLED "not pressing 'post'". IT'S REALLY EASY. ☺️

Or just don't post shit you're scared of people COMPLIMENTING.

[cloned-eyes]

....yet again back at it with @therisingdarkness ocs

...btw my comms are open again

[statleragainstposers]

That would make you 16? Death penalty??

wait what happens when YOU turn 26? can you not interact with your old posts anymore? are you going to shut down your blog? please dont shut down your blog i dont know what id do without your guidance my queen

Rest assured my rule will extend from Heaven long before the next ten years are up

[an-albino-pinetree]

Ayo?-

[wam-my]

basically

[roydick]

If I catch you being unnecessarily rude to one of MY mutuals I WILL come for you. There is no where you can hide from me. They are MINE.

Those kids (and not kids) are MINE. You can't hide behind your bullshit "minors dni" with me, I'm over 30 and WILL fight you in a Waffle House parking lot.

[yokiidokii]

Three more of them did so THE DAY AFTER I MADE THIS.

I’m in the middle of a college project guys Cmon.

I’ll be going through everything and adding more things to my individual posts once I have the time.

I hope all the people who don’t put ages in their bio and still interact with me-

Stopped doing that-

[an-albino-pinetree]

WARNINGS: Suggestive/Adult Content, censored nudity!

!!MINORS AND AGELESS BIOS DO NOT INTERACT!! (I do check blogs!)

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hehehe pinup Jax ✨

[queenjiru]

So uh. I drew some bottom Hunter content and I can't really post a preview so if you want to see him taking 3 d's the link to the fully uncensored is here 🔞

[technicallyeldritch]

men named matt just cannot evade dying in car crashes ig

[hasenkidudoneanythingwrong]

I CANT STOP LAUGHIGN

[yaoi-hate-machine]

when the discord server drama makes you ignore approximately 30 people

[cibeebutinhell]

Trigger Warning 🔞

: gun sex (ao3)

Blitzø thought he heard it wrong. Stolas’ fancy talk and/or horny talk was unintelligible at the best of times, but those were all simple words Blitzø understood but couldn’t comprehend. 

“Shit, you got some suicidal tendencies you haven’t told me?” Blitzø forced himself to stay put and not be backed into a literal corner. “Because then you need a therapist and not a fuck buddy. Shit. Fuck.” Blitzø was still reeling. 

Stolas’ slender talons played with Blitzø’s flintlock pistol, stroking and caressing in the way Blitzø was so familiar with, though usually it was directed at something benign: a pen, the rim of a wine glass, Blitzø’s back. The closest thing to a weapon those hands stroked was Blitzø’ dick and no matter how good he thought he was, his dick wasn’t powerful enough to blow a hole in Stolas’ stomach. 

“How is this different from the bear trap?” Stolas asked, not at all ashamed or embarrassed. Not at all like the times Blitzø sussed out some sort of buried kink Stolas had, usually by doing something unexpected during sex and felt Stolas’ wet hole or mouth clenched tight around him. Like when Blitzø slapped Stolas in the face with his tail for being a brat and Stolas’ whole inside convulsed around his dick and soaked it until Blitzø thought his dick was going to be puffy and wrinkled like he was in the shower for too long (later Stolas told him what was not how dick skin worked so whatever.)

“Because a bear trap is just a glorified bite, you asshole.” A bite that broke his fucking arm, but Stolas, the freak that he was, hadn’t allowed Blitzø to stop and pleaded to keep being fucked while his blood soaked through the mattress. 

“You know it won’t kill me, right, Blitzy?” 

So what? Blitzø wanted to scream at him. With where Stolas was planning on shoving the pistol, if it did go off Stolas wouldn’t be able to walk it off like he did after most of their session. 

Stolas brought the pistol up to his face, pressed his mouth to it, kissed up the length and swirled his tongue around the opening, gunpowder residue sticking to the pink flesh. “I know you like this weapon, darling, and anything you like I cannot help find interesting.”

“You’re gonna shove a horse up your hole next?” 

Stolas smiled, cheek pressed against the wet metal of the gun. “Well, you do have lots of horses to put inside of me.”

“Your pussy will probably break them.”

“Awww…” Stolas cooed like Blitzø just paid him a compliment (which, okay, it kind of was.) “One idea at a time, darling. Are you amenable to mine?”

“Why now?” Blitzø snatched the pistol back, and Stolas let him easily enough. “You could have found someone to shove all sorts of stuff  into you, including firearms.”

Stolas looked genuinely surprised at Blitzø’s inquiry. “Why would I ask anyone else?” he replied. “I trust you.” 

Blitzø put the pistol down. 

“What?”

“Of course I would not force you to participate if you do not wish to.” Stolas sunk back into the numerous plush pillows on his bed, waist so small it drove Blitzø fucking crazy when its all stretched out like this. “But I would not go look for someone else for this particular fantasy.”

“Because,” because Blitzø just had to confirm. “You trust me?” 

“...yes?” Stolas was looking more confused by the second. “Are…you alright, Blitzø? We really don’t have to —”

The golden pistol, already half-cocked, pressed against Stolas’ chin, forcing a surprised exhale out of him. 

“You’ll only let me do this, huh, Stolas?” Blitzø whispered, low enough that it would have been inaudible to anyone else, but Stolas’ hearing picked it up perfectly. 

“Yes,” Stolas said, holding Blitzø’s gaze. He was hyper aware of the muzzle, first firmly at his jaw, then slowly moving down to his neck, his chest, paused there, right over his heart. 

Sex between them was usually loud enough to drive away most of Stolas’ staff in the entire wing. Stolas loved to scream and Blitzø loved making him scream. Even when they were not actively fucking, they were loud —  laughing or swearing or talking. Quiet was not part of their conscious routine.

Everything was quiet now. Even their breathing. Even — “Your heartbeat,” Blitzø said. 

“Hm?” Stolas spread his legs and caged Blitzø between them.

“It’s slow.” Blitzø clarified.

“Nothing to be nervous about.”

The pistol moved further down, teasing Stolas’ opening, playing with the folds there. Stolas widened his legs and sighed. 

“Fuck,” Blitzø said. 

“Preferably,” Stolas replied. 

Blitzø dipped the tip of the pistol inside of Stolas, glancing up to check on him. But Stolas had his eyes closed, mouth opened slightly, finally breathing a little harder. Blitzø’s free hand pressed against Stolas’ chest, feeling the rhythm there. Still frighteningly calm. 

“Is the gun fully cocked?” Stolas asked.

“Fuck,” Blitzø repeated, and did as he was told. He moved slowly, all the way until it could no longer fit, with the frizzen blocking the way. 

He fucked Stolas slowly. The pistol glistened with slick and cum and Blitzø was pretty sure the gunpowder was now all wet and useless anyway. Stolas hummed happily, like this was a half-asleep lovemaking where being close was more important than pleasure. Blitzø trembled from how hard he was controlling the weapon he normally paid no mind to where the bullet would end up. He carefully moved his finger. Stolas must have felt it.

“Is your finger on the trigger?” 

“Yeah,” Blitzø said roughly.

“Yesssss…” Stolas hissed, yet all of him unfurled, melting into a puddle. His orgasm was as quiet as everything else, leaking onto Blitzø’s gun, his hand, his thighs. 

Still laying flat on the bed, Stolas curled around Blitzø so they were a snug little ball in the middle of the mattress. “Sorry for ruining your gun,” Stolas said. 

“Yeah.” Blitzø was so speechless. He didn’t even cum, but there was fire licking every part of him, so different from arousal, and nothing like the surge of power from taking a life. Blitzø was boneless from it, and couldn’t tell Stolas that this had just become his favorite gun.