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Something experimental with watercolors...
I didnt really want to post this but decided to do it anyways. I am not happy with the face but its an experiment anyways so here we go. Maybe someone is happy to see another fanart of the green son xD
He be dead tho and the blood turns into petals because sakura... ok I will stop xD
Character: Sakuya Watanuki from Servamp (manga & anime)
At night
Self aware au/ Wesker nsfw/ Gender neutral
Tw: Consensual Somnophilia/discussed kink
It’s been a couple of weeks since Wesker gained sentience. It’s been a couple of weeks since he started talking to you. It’s been a couple of nights since he’s started to come into your world now and again.
And this night was no different. He sat in your room, simply watching you breathe as you slept. The rise and fall of your chest, the blanket forming to your figure. His hand took hold on the blanket and slid it off your shoulder, it was bare. He slipped the blanket further down to reveal the rest of your body, also naked. Bare to him and him alone.
Eyes wild, he quickly shed his pants and boxers, flipping you on to your back. Straddling your stomach, his cock laid down in the middle of your chest. Hand spread over his cock, he moved his hips back and forth, the head hitting your chin, causing your mouth to open slightly. The sight only spurred Wesker on.
Oh how he wanted you to wake up with his dick in your mouth, using you like a fleshlight. But he’s a gentleman. Maybe he’ll save that for his birthday,
He slid further down to your hips, maneuvering your legs to be around his bare hips. He could probably live between your legs, nice and warm, with his dick deep inside you? A dream come true.
Rubbing his dick against your sex made him twitch and ache with desire and want. He finally slid inside of you, watching you whimper and shake as you accommodated to his size. Feeling you twitch and quiver around him was always euphoria to him, especially when he’s waking you up like this.
There was no gentle thrusts with him, one slam in. Slid out, slam back in. Harder and harder. The sound becoming wetter and wetter with every thrust. He groaned and moaned your name, sliding his hands up your body before they settled on either side of your head, leaning foreword.
The fast and heavy pace started, hips slamming into yours as he watched you moan and writhe awake underneath him. His dick reaching the depths of your sex. Your bleary eyes opened, moans never stopping as he slammed his hips against your’s.
Wesker smirked down at you, stray blonde hair strands plastered to his sweaty face.
“Good morning, my dove.” He managed out between his growls. His hand taking your’s as his beautiful orange eyes rolled back briefly.
With a kiss to your neck, he guided your hand down to your stomach, what you felt was a prominent bulge every time he thrusted in.
“You feel that, my dear?” He grunted, breath heavy, “Do you feel- ngh- do you feel me?”
All you could answer back to that was a groan and a mantra of his name. He chuckled and leaned back, his hand leaving your’s on your stomach, coming back to your hips. Bruising them he smirked down at you once again, the sun now higher up in the sky.
“Oh sweetheart, it’s about to feel even better.” He chuckled, he knew you couldn’t comprehend what he said, with your eyes rolling back, your head titling to the side, drool forming from your mouth.
He bent down and licked up the drool from the corner of your mouth before he kissed you deeply. Hands still on your hips, Wesker moved one to where you two were one. With little effort, a thin black tendril poked its way alongside his dick, causing you to gasp against his lips as it became thicker inside of you.
One tendril became two, two became three. Soon your body was taking in much more than just his cock. But you were oh so full of him…and he loved it. You were his, through and through. Especially as a tendril slinked up your body and into your mouth, toying with your tongue as he rammed you against your bed.
His thrusts became erratic and the pitch black tentacles thrusting in and out of you became sloppy. You tightened around his cock one last time, Wesker slamming his hips into your’s, spilling his cum as deep as he could go. Hands bruising your hips. A few more small thrusts before he stilled again…just to make sure your body accepted his seed.
With a low guttural groan, he slid out of you. You panting and sweaty, the tendrils slowly making their way out of your body. He pinned you against your bed with his body weight, his shirt still on and soaked in sweat, giving small kisses along your neck, whispering to you as you both calmed down.
“Good morning, my dear.” He whispered to you. Kissing your collarbone and down your chest. “I hope you don’t mind if I have breakfast right here…”
He smirked, hands going to your knees and lifting them up. He flashed you a smug look, and settled between your thighs, you were going to have a long morning.
hello i am still alive & very much still obsessed with mads mikkelsen 🤩
goin absolutely deranged over this photo
the sudden urge to draw him & have him be my lifelong muse is too strong
me right now because mads mikkelsen exists^^
(p.s: for anyone wondering that is from the movie die tür & its a goodin n you should definitely watch it if you haven’t)
his fangs?!?!?!!!!?!?? & also just his smile in general ?!?!? HELLO ?!!?!!!
this is pretty much all i had to say lol
hope you’re all doin well <3
going absolutely deranged
Ladies, gentlemen and non binary ppl
I present u
Mads mikkelsen
Ten days until when we were young fest how are we all feeling
want runs deep in you, heavy and thick, and the dam is creaking under its weight.
want is like dust, thousands of years worth of dust on your heavy shoulders and you dare not move. if you stay very still and keep to yourself maybe no one will notice.
want is like grief, love left unclaimed. want is like hunger and you are famished.
wanting is dangerous, so you smother it.
YES ABSOLUTELY
Like it makes me think of how Crowley had said "We're a team- a group! Group of the two of us. And we've spent our entire existence pretending that we're not..." and was very correct.
BUT THESE MOMENTS
- When Aziraphale kind of casually is like "Our Car"
- When he says "- technically my bookshop...but we both get PLENTY of use out of it, don't we?"
- When Aziraphale hands off the responsibility of watching the bookshop- which his now been established as THEIR BOOKSHOP- over to Crowley
- Crowley making sure to sort the books and not sell a single one and actually watch over Jim
-PROBABLY MORE IM FORGETTING
In these very moments it's an unspoken establishment of them going from separate entities who "fraternize" to a proper pair. Aziraphale feels comfortable enough to change the physical characteristics and inner workings of the Bentley because it's not just Crowley's Bentley. It's THEIR BENTLEY. Crowley is comfortable enough to just toss around Aziraphales' books willy nilly because it's not just Aziraphales books to tidy up. It's THEIR books to tidy up (or maybe it's just a little mischief). AZIRAPHALE BONDS WITH THE BENTLEY AND THE BENTLEY WANTED TO FOLLOW HIM AROUND! CROWLEY GETS ALL SNUG ON AZIRAPHALES CHAIR WHEN TALKING TO MURIEL!! AZIRAPHALE CALLS CROWLEY WHEN HES BORED, OR TO TELL HIM HOS GOOD DEEDS, OR WHEN SOMETHING IS WROONNG! CROWLEY KNOWS HIS DIFFERENT TONES OF VOICE!
Obviously we know based on the timeline they both fell in love with each other AGES ago. But after Armegedidnt, they felt comfortable enough to be within each other's space. To take up each others time. To slowly and silently converge as one instead of doing the whole opposite sides shtick.
But that scene outside when they talk of the car and the bookshop, they're finally properly acknowledging it OUT LOUD! It's absolutely a huge step for them. An ASTRONOMICAL step for them!
Phew. My brains buzzing.
Crowley stops arguing with Aziraphale about driving the car when Aziraphale tells Crowley he’ll be taking care of the bookshop. He realizes it’s a big step for them.
