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im thinking about that southern werewolf again

bringing some food to the waxwitch nation with a Ponyo redraw

“1. This is how the story goes. A boy raised in captivity falls in love with a sun he sees for the first time, flies too close thinking he can possess it, doesn’t listen to a father’s warning and plummets into the sea. His father grieves, so everyone grieves. The story is immortalised in the boy’s blood, a tale passed down with silkdelicate care through eternity. 2. There is another story. In it a boy asks too many questions, lusts too much for more, dares to question his father’s authority. He is banished from the skies, sent falling from the heavens but he does not die. Instead he is named ruler of all that is cruel, painful and wretched with the world. No one grieves for this boy, as he is deemed the root of all evil. 3. It is the way of the universe for boys to disobey their fathers, for children to question what they know and want more, more from their lives. 4. The way a father chooses to love after this happens is how the story is told. 5. This is the reason everyone weeps for Icarus. 6. It is also the reason no tears were ever shed for Lucifer.”

— Icarus and Lucifer, Nikita Gill

I, Carrion (Icarian) - Hozier // Icarus Falling, 1743

I don't know if Supergiant is actually planning for Icarus to be a romance option or if they just wanted to test the waters for now, but boy oh boy, they have no idea what sort of box they just opened (mythological pun not intended)

best part of tumblr is that everyone gets to claim ownership over one man of their own

Rip to everyone on this site who didn't realise they were following sleeper dragon age fans. The fandom is awakening from its deep slumber.

Horny and high strikes again but is there a name for reverse cowgirl but.. laying on your partner?

I’m thinking partner sits propped up against smthing with you on top- faced away from them; knees to either side of their hips, your body laid out between their legs. It makes your back arch just the smallest bit when your hips are propped like that, pussy put on display to them. Not close enough to eat but perfect for them to press two fingers into you, driving them down into your fav spot- perfect to put divine friction against your clit with the heel of their hand.

I don’t want reciprocation, I want pious devotion given to the devotee

What is that called?

cw: predator/prey dynamic

childhood friend kiba, who befriends you because you always indulge him by letting him chase you around the playground.

it’s just a simple game of tag, but it’s also thrilling — the whole ‘catch me if you can’ concept behind it. kind of endearing, too. he chases you, catches you, and then he hangs out with you throughout the rest of the day at school with the biggest grin on his face because he’d achieved victory yet again.

but then you grow older, as one does, becoming young shinobi and all that, and he gets slightly more… aggressive with it. still nothing too out of the ordinary, it’s just that instead of pressing his hand against your shoulder or back, he likes to tackle you onto the dusty surface of the training grounds now, and tends to pin you into stillness with the help of his weight that he rests atop your own.

it continues like this for quite a while, even after you’ve risen rank after rank together and have both matured into adults. whenever you start turning doubtful about the entire thing, he just tells you that it’s great practice for honing his already keen sense of smell; that it helps him become an even better tracker. he needs to be at the top of his game when it comes to hunting someone down, after all.

so it’s no wonder that you’re not all that surprised — at least not truly — when there’s a hasty knock on your door one late night, and you find him standing there, smiling down at you rather wolfishly and with a particularly feral look in his eyes.

he’d somehow managed to slip out of his clan’s compound even if the gate had been sealed shut for the time being because of how most of their male members are left to suffer through their annual ruts.

and now that he’s here, blood hot as liquid fire and throat absolutely burning with want, he’s asking you if you want to play again, you know, for old time’s sake.

only this time, he wants to do it in woods. and you’re pretty sure that he also wants to do more than just catching you and tackling you to the ground.

go easy on him...

Forest/Wood hashira Oc ☺️☺️

(Tree ring print on her haori, I couldn’t decide whether the ginko leaves were too busy or not, so have both!)

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

there should be a hug button where you can tell your mutuals its going to be okay instead of liking their vent post and hoping they realize ur not agreeing that they should die

me getting five notes from my regular mutuals on any given post

Listen, there's no secret mankind won't one day know and perhaps regret knowing

— appreciative

I just know quickies are IMPOSSIBLE with Togame, okay?

Pairing: Togame Jou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, assplay, spit, spanking, mirror sex, creampie, not proofread.

Word Count: 2.4k.

“We don’t have time.” You mutter when you feel Togame’s arms circle around your waist inside your tiny bathroom, his lips quick to pepper kisses against the curve of your jaw as you try to shrug your shoulder and tilt your head to the side to avoid his assault, “You’re the one that planned this dinner.”

“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” Togame drawls, his fingers already finding their way beneath the hem of your skirt as you’re forced to decide on whether to block his hands from reaching their destination or his lips from ruining your freshly applied lipgloss, “We don’t have to be there for at least another thirty.”

“You and I both know you can not be quick.” You glare at him through the bathroom mirror as he hides his smirk against the column of your neck, teeth pinching the supple skin as you fight the urge to angle your head to give him more space.

“I thought you enjoyed how much time I put into pleasing you, sweetheart,” Togame murmured, taking the opportunity to delve beneath the short hem of your skirt.

“That’s why we need at least an hour.” You huff, placing your tube of lipgloss on the counter as you hold onto the surface in an attempt to push back and escape his clutches.

“You should be glad I’m not a two-pump chump,” He laughs at his joke, strong arms tightening around your frame as he pins you against the counter, “It seems like a waste if I don’t have time to appreciate you.”

“You can appreciate me when we get home later,” You scoff, trying to ignore the slender fingers that now trace against the delicate lace of your panties.

“That’s way too long when I need you right now.” Each word that leaves his lips is articulate and thoughtful. His lips smooth over every syllable as he speaks them slowly and with purpose.

Togame catches you by surprise as he cups your sex, feeling the heat radiate through the flimsy fabric of your panties as you find yourself grinding against him. The curve of your ass presses against his crotch as you feel his want and desire for you. The rough press of his bulge is firm and constant as your body betrays you, chipping away at your restraint as you find yourself grinding back against him. The friction pulls a deep, raspy groan from the back of his throat as he reaches up to palm one of your clothed breasts.

“Fuck,” He hums, already feeling your resolve dissolve into nothing as he lets his fingers slip beneath the damp fabric, parting your folds as he drags thick digits through your messy slick.

“Jou,” You try again, but it’s futile. The sound leaves your lips in more of a moan than a command, the final nail in your coffin as he finds your puffy clit.

“There you go,” He hums, circling it with purpose as you continue to rock your ass against the bulge beneath his sweatpants, “Knew you wanted it, sweetheart. Look at you—”

He meets your gaze in the mirror and it’s debauched, his lazy eyes stare back at you as he mouths your pulse point. His tongue salves the skin as you feel your palms tighten against the side of the counter.

“Five minutes.” You offer to placate him, pretending that it’s not the unbridled desire that ebbs away at your resolve or the way Togame’s fingers press against your clit so meticulously.

He already knows he’s won.

“Whatever you say, baby.” He coos, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck before he steps back to move onto his knees.

“Jou, you literally just said five minutes—”

“You said.” He hums, dragging your panties down with him as he settles himself behind you.

“This won’t take five minutes.” You don’t even listen to his rebuttal as you rant, “You said you— oh,”

Togame makes you forget everything in an instant as he holds your upper thighs, his calloused thumbs spread your ass apart as he licks a long swipe through your messy folds. The words catch on your tongue as you arch your back, giving him more space as he drags his tongue from your fluttering hole to your clit, flicking it gently as you writhe against the counter.

“Fuck,” You whine as the lewd sounds fill the small bathroom, echoing off the walls as he slurps at your cunt. His pace is firm and constant as he dips the tip of his tongue inside you, lashing against your inner walls as all you can do is grind yourself against his face.

“I could do this for hours.” He goads, positive he’s trying to get a rise from you whilst at the same time Togame has proved the statement to be true. You’ve lost count of the number of times the man had you coming undone on his tongue, the time spent taking such meticulous care of you as he made a mess of you.

“Well, you have four minutes now—” You break off into another sultry moan when he lay the flat of his tongue against your needy clit, moving his hands to the fat of your ass to open you up more for him.

“You talk too much, sweetheart.” Togame grins, and before you have a chance to shoot back a cocky retort he closes his lips around your sensitive clit and sucks hard, “Turn that pretty little head off and stop thinkin’.”

Your legs buckle at the motion, thankful to Togame’s strong hands for keeping you pinned against the counter as you lean forward onto your forearms. Your forehead is almost pressed against the mirror as you feel the pressure inside you continue to grow, chipping away at any final embers of restraint that burned inside you before Togame turned them to ash.

“Oh, fuck.” You gasp when Togame pushes two fingers inside you without warning. The sudden stretch has you bucking your hips as he immediately curls them towards the spot he knows better than the back of his hand. Focusing his ministrations as he lashes his tongue against your needy clit, “I’m gonna cum.”

You warn him, but Togame already knows. With the way you tremble around him to the way your thighs quiver as you struggle to stand, keeping his pace as he pumps his fingers with precision and his tongue remains constant against your clit.

Togame hums softly, the vibrations pulsing around the sensitive nub and it’s all it takes for the dam inside you to rupture as you swan dive directly into bliss. A desperate, elongated cry of his name leaves your lips as he helps you ride out your release. His fingers maintain their consistent pace as he presses a few more lingering kisses to your clit, lapping up the mess he made as he tastes you on his tongue. Thoroughly satisfied with your response as he pulls out of your fluttering hole, greedily sucking his fingers between his lips to clean them of your essence as he moves to stand.

You want nothing more than to wipe the cocky smirk off his face when you look up at him through your reflection in the mirror, feeling a wetness against your skin as he wipes his spit-soaked fingers against your ass.

But before you even have a second to turn your head to tell him off he’s already canting his hips forward to bury his hard cock inside your warm, wet hole.

The words you want to say catch on the tip of your tongue as you feel impossibly full. The stretch creates a pleasurable ache that resonates in your pelvis as you feel his blunt cockhead graze your cervix, the position gives him the perfect chance to feel every inch of you as he flexes his hands on your hips. Reaching down to give your ass a playful swat before starting a languid pace with absolutely no sense of urgency.

“Jou,” You whine, barely able to hold your head up as you meet his gaze in your reflection, “Hurry up.”

“There’s no sense wasting an opportunity when I’ve got you like this, babe,” He drawls, “I mean, look how pretty you look.”

He keeps your skirt bunched at your hips so he can see his cock disappear inside your greedy hole, the length glistening with your slick as he continues fucking into you. He’d spend every waking second of the day buried inside your tight heat if he could, certain nothing could ever compare to the sensation of you clamping down around him.

“We’re definitely gonna be late.” You mention the time again, and it has Togame locking his jaw in irritation as he slows his pace even more.

“Yeah, but now you’re suitably fucked.” You have no idea how he manages to exercise such restraint as he keeps his slow, steady pace. Each forward motion is pronounced with a rough rut of his hips to ensure his tip hits as deep as possible every time.

“You’ve got the most perfect pussy,” Togame groans, snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside you to the hilt before stilling, just to feel the way your walls clench around him, “She sucks me in every time.”

It’s practically torture when he pauses, your body craving that euphoria of relief as you begin to grind your hips back into him. Setting a steady pace as you push back from the counter to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Togame grunts as he watches you use his cock for your own pleasure. Backing yourself up on his length as he curves his back to watch you do all the work, marvelling at the way your ass bounces against his hips with each messy thrust.

“Jou,” You whine as you look at your reflection to see him shamelessly staring down at where your bodies are connected as though he’s found the meaning to life itself, “Move.”

“So bossy,” He pretends to sigh before taking hold of your hips as he starts a rough pace. Calloused pads dig into your skin as he fucks into you with vigour, a pace foreign to him outside these intimate moments as Togame works you towards your climax.

You try to meet his movements, but it’s all in vain as you’re pressed harder against the counter. Your thighs dig into the hard surface uncomfortably, but you disregard the ache in favour of the harsh throb of pleasure that builds in your pelvis. Your forehead is pressed against the cool glass as he can’t resist sliding his hand against your ass to thumb at your fluttering asshole.

“You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” Togame hums, leaning forward to spit on your asshole as the thick glob lands on your coccyx. His thumb is quick to catch it as he smears it against you, pressing the pad of his finger against your rim to test the resistance. His lips curl into a smug grin as he watches you take him to the first knuckle as he hooks his thumb inside you. The stretch only heightens your pleasure as you feel the coil inside you close to snapping, your toes curl against the cool tile as you find yourself dancing on the edge of your release, “You always get close when I shove a finger on your ass.”

Togame’s words are so blunt and crude that they have a sultry whine spilling from your lips as you clamp down around him. You chance a glance at him and see his throat on full display as he throws his head back in sheer pleasure.

“Oh, you clenched so hard when I said that baby— fuck.” He groans, his balls hot and heavy as they knock against your clit with each forward motion.

You can’t hold back as you find yourself finally surrendering to the white-hot pleasure that courses through you. Crying out his name as you tumble headfirst into your bliss, trying to blink back the tears that gather in your lashes so you can watch Togame through the reflection.

“Shit, baby— that’s it,” He uncharacteristically rambles as he watches you come undone. Both your holes clamp down around him roughly as he has to fight to drag his cock in and out of your stretched hole, “Cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts before Togame is following you into euphoria. Burying himself inside you to the hilt as he pumps wet, hot spurts of cum inside your eager hole, filling you to the brim as he stays buried inside you.

You whine when he finally pulls out, his half-hard cock still wet and heady as he leans over your body to press a sloppy kiss against your cheek. The other is still pressed against the cool mirror as the pleasure still makes you dumb, a pleasurable fire burns between your thighs from the feel of him stretching you out and it’s enough to make you whine when Togame presses another lingering kiss against the curve of your lips, tilting your head for him to give you another as he laughs softly. The wetness of his cock leaves streaks against your ass as he shamelessly lets it droop on top of you.

“You said you’d be quick,” You murmur as you feel Togame’s cum slowly start to drool from your spent hole and trickle down your inner thighs, “That was not five minutes.”

“There’s no way in this world that I could ever appreciate you in just five minutes, baby,” Togame grins, giving your ass a playful smack as more of his cum leaks from your hole, “What’s the rush?”

“We’ve definitely missed dinner.” You glare at your boyfriend as he helps you stand back upright, his chest tight against you as he nuzzles your neck softly.

“So now I have all the time in the world to appreciate you some more?”

I love him I love him I love him

I like mine possessive, touchy and completely obsessed with me

I just think Sanemi would be such a mean tease by dicking you down real good and then when your right there, after having already cum multiple times, he just goes in as deep as he can, keeps his cock buried in you and plays with your clit until you’re clenching and creaming around him. Whining out his name, legs shaking from your orgasm. And he’s just smiling through it all, a small breathless chuckle, enjoying the fucked out expression on your face and praising you “Such a good girl, cumming all over my cock again. You’re squeezing me so tight. You fucking love this, don’t you?” And when you’re barely coming down from your high, he’s pounding into you again, making you nearly scream out from overstimulated pleasure. Sanemi’s pressed himself flush against you now, practically growling into your ear, strong arms holding you tight, “One more, baby. Give me one more. I know you can do it”

also i dont mean "if you wear fragrance daily/regularly" cuz i dont, i just use them for stim purposes ANYWAYS i vote woody. if you have a hard time categorizing something (ie i think of patchouli as herbal but i guess it could be considered woody too?) just follow your heart

forgive me father for sometimes i just say things

Play fighting with the Wind breaker boys, I know some would take it more seriously than others, but it turns most on considerably

No I will not elaborate