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October 2018

Oct 3, 2018 141 notes
#wtnc #nsfw #ezra lyon #finnegan kazimir #vain #my art #fainzra
‘against you there is no defence.’ with finn/ezra/nb!hunter please =D

Nothing could possibly soothe the desperate longing of wanting to see them, to feel them, to be by their side, and each time the sun sets Finn finds his way into warm arms. 

Whenever they’re together a slow, dull ache settles in the pit of his stomach at the realization that they will not be with him forever.

So he savors it, savors them, because human life is short and cruel, and if he can love them even for the shortest time then he’ll do it right. 

Finn is cold but they are warm, and the endless touching sates him, the heat, the stuttered groans, the careful arch of their spines as they move as one. 

Damn everything else, because this is all he wants to do for the rest of his endless life.

A torrent of desire echoes in his mind, two voices sighing his name, lips wet and eager against his skin. Toes that curl and fingers that fist crumpled sheets, and Finn commits it all to memory. 

He counts the freckles that sweep across Ezra’s nose, the dusting that trails over his shoulders and the tops of strong arms, and russet skin glows softly in the flickering candlelight. He’ll never get over the green of his eyes, the way they rival the shine of even the brightest emerald, and sometimes Finn could swear he holds the galaxy in that gaze when he looks at him. 

The Hunter is just as beautiful, an abundance of silvering scars a map upon soft skin that Finn traces with tongue and teeth, and nobody could ever quench his thirst quite like they can. Their blood is an elixir, the sweetest nectar he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting as fangs find supple flesh. 

His lovers drive him to madness, an unbidden, aching desire that nothing else could ever rival. To hold, to kiss, to fuck, to love, a raw and desperate need that sings inside him and tells him to never let them go. 

So he holds them tighter, loves them harder, and he asks the universe to capture this moment and every one that comes after so that he may never forget them. 

Oct 3, 2018 80 notes
#wtf kris IM LOVING these prompts!!!!!!! #wtnc #finn is being emotionally thorsty #i may have something done soon #to quench that

xxxxnatashas-art-corner:

Of all the smut drawings I made in the past days. It all happened because my mood was set by @riessene ♡

Sajhuin © @riessene | Esrion © Me

Oct 1, 2018 50 notes
#ahh the hair! the lighting! the composition! the looks on their face!!!!!! #its amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!! #slams nut button #sajhuin #wtnc

September 2018

Sep 30, 2018 70 notes
#sajhuin #esrion #nsfw #my art #wtnc
tangled in bed with August?

NSFW


Dark ombré hair spills over their pillow, stray strands curling at their forehead and sleep-flushed cheeks. A long leg has escaped the tangle of the sheets, their nightshirt rising high and revealing smooth, pale skin, and August is beautiful.

They look peaceful, their eyelids flickering, and the Hunter wonders what they might be dreaming about. There’s a stark difference between the August that wanders the waking world and this one, and they seem weightless, peaceful, a distinct lack of an accusatory curled lip or eyes that roll.

The Hunter sighs, content to watch them, the steady and slow rise and fall of their chest, and they can’t resist reaching out to brush one of those snarled wisps of hair from their face.

A nose twitch, then a smile, and with great effort August opens their eyes.

“You caught me,” the Hunter smirks, watching as August rolls and raises their arms high above their head with a contented sigh as their bones click back into their rightful place.

“I caught you. Were you enjoying the show?”

They tilt their chin, and the Hunter knows that cue, leaning in to press their mouths together in a kiss that tastes like last nights wine, sweet, tart, delicious. August pulls his bottom lip between their teeth, drawing the limb that had escaped the confines of the bedsheet up around his waist.

Without thinking, the Hunter’s fingers are finding the buttons of their shirt, undoing them one by one until soft cotton falls open, a delicious and tempting warmth radiating off them.  

He smiles against August’s lips as their hips hitch against his own, thinking about how these lazy mornings always turn into something urgent, explorative.

They can’t help it. This thing between them is too new, and they still have too many things about each other to discover, freckles and curves to memorize.

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Sep 28, 2018 78 notes
#OH HELL YEAH #august being soft in the morning is my fave thing #wtnc
C2 for Vain showing off to the boyfriends

showing off and being pretty are his two fave things to do in life

Sep 28, 2018 28 notes
#i hope the darling boyfriends will appreciate the sight;3c #vain #wtnc #nsfw #my art #Anonymous
Sylv and August tangled in bed? Maybe,,, post-sex cuddles? Idk that fic had me feeling fluffy things but its sylv’s birthday so,,,,

This is obviously very late for Sylvian’s birthday, but never mind 😂


Breathless, August rolled onto their side, hands already reaching for him across the damp sheets, trembling fingers brushing over sweat-slicked skin. The need to touch him was constant, an ache that had no relief other than the feeling of his skin under their palm, of his fingers in their hair, his body curled around theirs.

Sylvian smiled as August snuggled into the crook of his neck, his chest rising and falling a little quicker than normal, but bloody Hunter stamina meant he wasn’t as tired as August. It just wasn’t fair. His arm curled around the back of their shoulders, hugging them close, idly caressing their hair.

‘Are you all right?’ He murmured, and August snorted.

‘That is a stupid question.’

His laugh brought a foolish grin to their face, warmth blooming in their cheeks. It was in quiet moments like these that they felt the safest, the most secure. When it was just the two of them, limbs tangled together, each enjoying the feeling of the other in their arms. It had gotten to a point where they could hardly remember a life without this.

August needed him, needed him like they needed air, wanting him to always remain close, to fall into his arms when they were tired, to hear him say “I am yours” and mean it, really mean it. A promise that was true and sincere, because Sylvian didn’t tell lies.

‘What are you thinking about?’ He asked, the tip of his nose running along their jaw, his breath sifting through their hair at their temple, making them shiver.

‘You.’

‘Oh?’ His lips brushed against the pulse dancing in their throat. ‘Good things, I hope.’

‘Hm, maybe.’

He huffed a laugh, a firm hand cupping their face, tilting their chin up, and August sighed contentedly against his mouth. Their lips eagerly parted for him, but he kept the kiss slow, tongue meeting theirs in little touches, his fingers winding up into long, ombre locks, creating ripples in the dark waves.

August’s little noise of protest when he pulled away made him grin, his mouth maddeningly close but not on theirs. There was a steady heat beginning to pool in their abdomen, and they traced the hard muscles of his chest and stomach, trailing lower, lower, brushing over the coarse hair between his legs…

‘I was thinking that it’s still technically your birthday,’ they purred, a hand pandering at the crux of his thighs, enjoying the way his eyes lidded, pleased by the feeling of him growing heavy in their palm. ‘Would you like me to take the boots off now, or keep them on?’

‘That,’ he growled, rolling on top of them, mouth pressing damp kisses to their neck as he reached down to hook their legs over his hips. ‘Is a stupid question.’

Sep 27, 2018 20 notes
#soft oh so soft #augusts feet are never cold with everyones boot kink #wtnc
"Melting" for Omen and m!Hunter?;3🔥

NSFW

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He’s never felt anything quite like Omen.

The Demon is like heaven and hell all wrapped up in an impossibly attractive package. The sweetest of smiles, but those wide eyes have a certain glimmer to them, a flicker of mischief that sends sparks skittering across the Hunter’s skin.

Strong thighs straddle his waist, and Omen moves above him, an eager bounce that knocks the breath from his lungs every time he rises and falls.

His tail curls around the Hunter’s wrist, reels him in, and he wants to be touched.

The Hunter drags a splayed palm from collarbone to navel, feeling the impossible heat of him as his fingers glide over muscle that shifts under pale skin.

Omen is unassuming when in clothes, lithe, but when stripped bare he’s powerful to the point where it almost scares the Hunter, makes him want to know more about where he’s from, who he really is.

He feels the air in the room thicken, his breath coming in harsh pants as Omen rides him harder, faster, his tail moving to brush over his ribs, it’s pointed tip sharper than he remembers.

Omen pushes blackened fingertips into his own long, silky hair, the sight of him a privilege, something rare and beautiful.

Hot, hot, hot, and the Hunter watches as heat hums beneath Omen’s skin, a copper glow, otherworldly and, again, terrifying.

Omen’s palms meet the Hunter’s chest with a loud slap as he arches his back, falling forward until their foreheads are pressed tightly together.

There’s a smile on his lips, a sinful smirk that tells the Hunter all he needs to know, but he says it anyway. “I’m close. So close.”

He nods, the maddening feel of Omen this close, this tight, slick, and hot around him, and he fears he may really be melting. “With me,” he rasps, sweat beading at his brow, collecting in the dip of his clavicles, at the backs of his thighs.

Omen makes a quiet noise, a pleased hum, and the Hunter grabs the firm curve of his backside and keeps him steady as he pounds out his final thrusts, sparks bursting behind his eyelids as he comes with a ragged cry.

Omen eagerly swallows the noise with a kiss, a kiss that burns as warmth spills over his stomach between them.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever feel cold again.

Sep 27, 2018 109 notes
#wtnc #OH WOW #this is hawt
Lingery meme : Omen B4

Demon? there are no demons here! Only a pretty kitten!

Sep 26, 2018 181 notes
#omen morningstar #wtnc #nsfw #my art #Anonymous
A4 - Elaine

Armaros found dead in miami

Sep 26, 2018 153 notes
#color change since its a duplicate:D #elaine #wtnc #nsfw #i wish she would be a romance but alas......... #my art #xxxxnatasha
1C for Sloane (I really love her in your style)

@haonqq man i love her…………never can say no to Sloane

Sep 25, 2018 29 notes
#wtnc #nsfw #my art #sloane #anonymous
Can you do August in C4? 👀👌🏻❤

if you have to wake up cause smb got murdered you at least gotta look the best

Sep 24, 2018 206 notes
#wtnc #august willenheim #my art #i-am-dert
B2 - Ezra~♡

you got me bewitched~~

Sep 23, 2018 196 notes
#wtnc #ezra lyon #my art #xxxxnatasha
A2 for Jhuni please,,,, im so thirsty,,,

popular choice eh? cant blame ya;)

Sep 23, 2018 43 notes
#wtnc #sajhuin #my art #thats not even nsfw but aight #haonqq
Sep 23, 2018 231 notes
#and i changed the background color for the ask yes #god i love piper #wtnc #nsfw #piper meriman #my art
A4 for Lana please? (Couldn’t resist with her lavender lipstick) // saeraes

tastes like blueberry;>

Sep 23, 2018 38 notes
#wtnc #svetlana #nsfw #my art #irlquinnkelly
Finn/Ezra/Hunter tangled in bed

NSFW. Straight-up porn, no plot. 

Used @shokujin-shot‘s total babe Damen for this.



Ezra arches his back, his head pressed firmly against his downy pillow, and he looks up at the sight before him and wonders if he’s dreaming.

How did I get here? Mother would be so proud…

Finn throws him a look and laughs at the errant thought, Damen too occupied with littering the Vampire’s bare shoulders with kisses to notice the moment that passes between them.

The mattress groans with the weight of the two imposing, big bodies above him, and a smirk hooks the corner of Finn’s mouth as Ezra wraps his legs around his waist, Finn leaning forward, gravitating towards him with little thought. 

“Comfortable?”

Ezra bites his bottom lip, fingers twisting in dark sheets as Finn reaches between his spread thighs, hissing through clenched teeth as Damen does the same to him, a hand dragging down his spine, over the curve of his ass. They work in tandem, each of them being pulled apart by the other until Ezra is panting for it, desperate.

“Finnegan,” Ezra rasps, a familiar warning, and Finn curls his fingers, Ezra’s mouth opening in a silent cry, fingers tightening their grip on the sheets as cool digits work him open.  

He’s growing impatient, his two lovers a feast for the senses, and all he can think about is seeing the look on Finn’s face as the Hunter fills him up, a look he rarely gets to see. 

Finn tenses as the Hunter lines himself up, pushing inside slow, slowly, and Damen grabs his chin, holding him steady. “Look at him,” he whispers, bright gold burning into Ezra’s green as the Hunter sheathes himself to the hilt.

Finn has possibly never looked more blissed-out and filled up, quietly chanting Damen’s name in his defeat. Regaining his composure, Finn turns his attentions to Ezra, reaching to tangle iron fingers in dark brown curls as he lines himself up. The anticipation has Ezra impatiently rocking forward, and as Finn pushes into the eager clench of his body, pleasure soaks him right down to his bones, hot and unrelenting.

Damen pushes forward when Finn pulls back, the synchronicity of it blinding, and they find their rhythm so easily, three perfect puzzle pieces built to tear each other apart. Greedy hands roam, and Ezra almost loses track of who they belong to, the only indicator being that Finn runs more than a few degrees colder than the scorching heat of the Hunter.

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Sep 23, 2018 75 notes
#HELL YEAH*2 #wtnc
Sep 23, 2018 144 notes
#HELL YEAH #wtnc
1B for lana?

snowy girl for ya!;>

Sep 22, 2018 49 notes
#wtnc #svetlana #nsfw #my art #cuerue
Sep 21, 2018 1,646 notes
#i got to the 1000k so lets do a lil celebration #the four of my wtnc kids and all the canon characters from there are on the table
A side of Vampire with two thicc slices of Hunter, please. You know.

Me: yeeeeah boi
Also me, a dumb bitch: details hhhhh

Sep 21, 2018 120 notes
#unf.... uhhh ohhh... #thats.. thats some hot action #sorael you did done it #slams Nut button #this is full cource meal sadwich #wtnc #i wanna lick this
Sep 21, 2018 173 notes
#self reblog #its aujhoane loving hour
Sep 21, 2018 71,038 notes
#dhksshsbskhdsksjbrjsndbdjs
Sep 21, 2018 53 notes
#wtnc #needles #piercing #my art #this is moderate nsfw but nipples are the main subject soooo
14 for whoever you want

“You look amazing tonight.” 
I picked Alo and August ( @whenthenightcomesgame ).

Also this was just supposed to be fluff and uhhhhhh oops its NSFW now and over 1000 words lol


Alo groaned as he closed the front door behind him, kicking off his shoes by the door as he hung up his coat.  He was tired.  He was sure he’d never been this tired before, in fact, and the act of making his way to August’s bedroom was almost too much.  He knocked, not wanting to barge in, but there was no answer.  Opening the door just a crack, he was halfway to announcing himself when he heard water running in the bathroom.

Alo sighed and shrugged his suspenders off his shoulders, unbuttoning his shirt a little more as he sat at the foot of the bed and flopped backward, throwing an arm over his eyes.  There was a muffled noise coming from the bathroom and Alo turned his head to try to figure out what it was.  As soon as he could hear it clearly, he felt his heart swell in his chest at the sound.  

August was singing.  It was the most beautiful sound Alo had ever heard.  He didn’t think he could fall more in love with them, yet here he was, completely awestruck at their perfection.  He wasn’t even sure they were a good singer, but it didn’t matter to him.  To Alo, August’s voice was that of an angel.  Not even the most powerful siren could match them.  Alo rolled onto his side and buried his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks flush.

Before he knew it, the bathroom door opened and August entered the room, tying their robe around their waist. “When did you get here?  Are you all right?”

Alo peeked out from behind his hands and pointed at them.  “You!”

August quirked a brow but seemed unperturbed.  “Me?  What about me?”

Alo rolled back onto his back and threw his arms out to the sides.  “You’ve slain me!” he replied dramatically.

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Sep 20, 2018 18 notes
#woof #august grinding and bein bossy is like....my fave thing ever #wtnc
Sep 19, 2018 173 notes
#nsfw #wtnc #when the night cums #lmao i love that tag #august willenheim #sajhuin #sloane #my art #aujhoane
Sep 15, 2018 232 notes
#this isnthe best thing ive ever seen #hell yeah roan get some!! #nuts #wtnc
Hey Kris I had a dream where the LI’s were real people or actors or some such and Omen ate me out like nothing else so uh, would you do a girl a favor with a drabble 👀👀👀🙏🏻

OH.

NSFW

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Omen’s heat is unmatched, his touch a thrill as he runs his hands over her body. Breast and rib, waist and thigh, and with a firm tug she’s dragged to the edge of the bed.

She twists her fingers in the sheets, finding an anchor as he kneels before her, between parted thighs, hooking her legs over his shoulders with a smile.

His tail sways elegantly behind him as he concentrates on the task in hand, a trail of reverent kisses pressed to her inner thigh.

He’s finding his way higher, higher, and she writhes beneath him, heels digging into his back as the anticipation threatens to drive her mad. “Omen, please…”

Wide chestnut eyes find her, his gaze brushing over her naked form like a caress. She watches his tongue flicker out to wet his lips, a promise of what’s to come, his cheeks kissed a charming pink.

He holds her steady, his breath warm against the wet that settles between her thighs as he leans in, and he’s unfairly close, close enough to touch and taste.

His tongue is a revelation when he finally puts her out of her misery, a helpless whimper rolling off her tongue as he licks her, pausing and pressing as he reaches that tight bundle of nerves.

She stifles the ragged noises that pour from her throat against her knuckles, and Omen finds a perfect rhythm, pressing long fingers inside, curling them.

He smiles against her when she breathes his name, groans when she winds her fingers into his silky hair, worn loose over his shoulders in times like this.

Just how she likes it.

His name melts into a plea, a gasping, desperate thing as he presses his face closer, tongue moving deeper in tandem with the fingers that beckon inside her, playing her like a song.

Her hips buck against his mouth, burn in the depths of her stomach. The threat of release barrelling closer, full speed under the unrelenting swipe of his tongue.

Her fingers tighten in her hair, and Omen shamelessly ruts against the mattress as she comes.

The sound of her, the rush of wetness that hits his tongue, all of it too much, too fast.

There’s a brief moment of disappointment as he pulls away, her toes still curled as he crawls closer, wiping the traces of her from his chin.

She gathers herself, still panting as she reaches for the buttons of his tented trousers, his tail curling around her wrist, an encouraging squeeze.

They laugh against one another’s lips, breathless from a kiss where all she can taste is herself upon his tongue.

Sep 14, 2018 86 notes
#oh hells yeah kris #thats what im here for #use that foot long tongue boy #or..maybe..not the whole thing #wtnc
'first time for everything' for Sylvian/August!;)

Oof, I’m not sure how good this is, it’s one of those days. But never mind, I still love these two ❤ 

NSFW


‘You’re a day late,’ August pointed out, breathless already, groaning when Sylvian kissed them again. Their tunic and sash were slung over the back of their chair, carefully removed, and warm hands pushed the hem of their shirt up, thumbs brushing over their smooth stomach. He pressed them back against the desk, one hand going to the top drawer, and they could feel him grinning against their mouth.

They might have been embarrassed about the bottle of slick, if they could concentrate.

‘Sylva,’ they blurted as he lifted them to sit on the desk, deft hands at work on their belt. ‘I haven’t locked the door.’

He huffed a laugh, fingertips grazing the soft skin of their arching hipbones, dipping into the front of their trousers, his mouth on their neck. ‘Then lock it,’ he said, nipping at their earlobe. Insufferable man.

Their attempt to focus was completely shattered as his fingers curled around their already-hardened length, stroking slowly. August groaned, arms wrapping around his shoulders, reeling him in, and he laughed.

‘Can’t concentrate?’ He asked innocently, and August dipped their head, catching his bottom lip with their teeth. Sylvian’s eyes lidded, pink dusting his cheeks, and although his blush was nowhere near as bad as theirs, it was still satisfying to watch.

They made use of the distraction, pushing out with their magic, and they heard the lock click. As soon as it did, something wicked flickered in his silver gaze, and he dropped to his knees. Here? They thought in disbelief, gasping as he dragged their trousers down, cool air ghosting across bare skin. This was their office, they’d never… Well, first time for everything, they supposed, and then thoughts spiralled out of their reach as he took them in his mouth.

August gasped, biting their lip to stifle the noise, fingers pushing into ebony hair, gripping tight. He hummed around them, amused by their reaction, his tongue circling in long, hot glides. A slicked finger pressed against their entrance, and their hips bucked involuntarily as he pushed. Scarlet flooded their face, embarrassed at the whimper that escaped them as they rocked gently into the wet heat of his mouth, eagerly riding curled digits as a second finger entered, hitting that one spot that made them fall apart.

They damn near whined when he withdrew, his face flushed, eyes lidded. ‘Fuck, August,’ he groaned, spinning them around, his chest meeting their back. August’s palms pressed against the scratched surface of the desk for balance, their hips flush against his as he curled against them, one hand reaching around to their front to stroke languidly. ‘I missed you.’

They didn’t have time for a glib reply; with a steady roll of his hips he pushed inside, that familiar burning stretch making their toes curl. August arched their back in pleasure, unable to stop themselves from crying out as Sylvian thrust into them, his fingers digging little imprints into the flesh above their hips. His hand cupped their cheek, turning their face towards him, and their moan was muffled by his mouth, tongues meeting in a slick tangle, tasting of wine and heat and sex.

‘You’re so beautiful, August,’ Sylvian murmured when they broke apart for air, running the tip of his tongue along sweat-slicked skin as August’s head lolled back onto his shoulder, their breath coming out in broken, ragged pants.

They both heard a sudden, sharp knock on the door, and Sylvian clapped a hand over August’s mouth.

‘Enforcer Willenheim?’ someone called, and August shuddered as Sylvian slowed, each steady, slick glide driving them closer to the edge.

‘Ssh,’ Sylvian whispered in their ear, still thrusting against them, maintaining that maddeningly slow pace. ‘Just be patient.’ They could feel him grinning at their muffled whimper, the only response they could manage at the moment.

August groaned in frustration, pushing back against him, desperate for more of that heat, more of him, and his hips stuttered, fisting their cock, his mouth pressing damp kisses against their neck. One hard, deep thrust was all it took, and they spilled over his fingers, their cry muffled by his hand as he bucked against them. He pressed his lips hard against their shoulder blade as his own climax hit him, stifling his groan, wet heat splashing against their thighs.

‘Enforcer?’ the voice called out again. There was a long silence, and then they both heard heavy boots stomping away. Sylvian laughed against August’s shoulder, lowering his hand from their mouth. August grinned as well, in spite of themselves, turning to face him.

‘I hate you,’ they told him, and he pressed a brief kiss to their nose.

‘I know you do.’

Sep 13, 2018 23 notes
#wtnc #oh hell yeah #this is delish strut
Sep 11, 2018 103 notes
#owo #i will give this butt two stars out of two! #and a kiss #wtnc #summer found dead in miami
12. Finn-Ezra-M!hunter

“Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

Anon, I’m sorry because I doubt this is what you expected when asking for this prompt, but sometimes I’m just Like That. 

Very NSFW. Enter at your own peril. 


The Hunter had never felt quite so… surrounded.

He’d been circled by a coven of cursed Witches, cornered by a pack of ravenous Lycans, even stranded on a rock in the middle of the ocean with a patient Siren at his feet, and yet…

Being naked and sandwiched between a handsome Witch and a smirking Vampire was a thing that those terrifying scenarios couldn’t even come close to matching on the intimidation meter.

It wasn’t very often a man such as himself felt powerless, but he’s more than willing to let them have their way. He trusts them implicitly, without question, and earlier that evening when he’d admitted he’d never done a certain thing, the look they threw each other had a shiver rolling down his spine.

“Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you,” Ezra had said, emerald eyes sparkling with the knowledge of a man that knew what he was talking about, like a cultist preaching to the masses, long converted to this particular cause.

Finn had then entered the room, a bottle of vintage single malt in-hand, offering him a convincing smirk and words that rolled off his tongue like warm honey. “You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been, do you?”

That was all it took.

Half a bottle of whiskey later, he finds himself with hands dragging down his thighs, one flesh, one iron, both cold and eager as Finn leaves a cool kiss against the base of his spine.

Ezra looks down at him where he’s pressed close, splayed against his chest and craning his neck to catch the Witches lips in a kiss, Ezra swallowing the groan that forms as Finn’s fangs graze along his inner thigh.

Firm hands knead his buttocks, those lips that press against the small of his back traveling lower, lower, until he’s arching against the sheets, against Ezra.

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Sep 11, 2018 89 notes
#i.. ill be in my bank #woof #im... #this was sure A THING to wake up to #kris you doing to my mind what finn did to that ass #wtnc
Sep 10, 2018 57 notes
#august willenheim #wtnc #sajhuin #nsfw #my art #bonus points if you know the video
Sep 10, 2018 287 notes
#woof! #wtnc
Sep 8, 2018 62 notes
#wtnc #nsfw #ezra lyon #vain #vampire au #my art #still dont know if i should tag finn #cause hes there #even got a speaking role;) #when the night comes #fainzra
Sep 8, 2018 83,416 notes
Sep 8, 2018 50 notes
#ezra lyon #vain #wtnc #when the night comes #nsfw #my art #and some behind the scenes finn #im thoroughly enjoying my own vampire au
Sep 7, 2018 44,570 notes
#dakhsknadbakhznaskzhsknajdkadjjw
Sep 7, 2018 209 notes
#omen morningstar #summer #wtnc #when the night comes #nsfw #everybody sent you sweet messages and art and i have my own ways;) #my art
Sep 5, 2018 645 notes
#wtnc #my art #fainzra
I love your writing so very much; everyone feels so genuine, like I'm actually I their heads. Could you write Finn experiencing top drop and Ezra helping him through it and just being wonderful about aftercare?

NSFW. 

Ezra has his own special kind of ‘aftercare’.


Whenever Finn is with Ezra it’s like a madness overtakes him, something primal and urgent, something not human.  

He fights the urge to tug when his fingers coil into dark curls. He fights the urge to bite down on kiss-swollen lips and taste the copper-sweet blood that would coat his tongue. He fights the urge to suck bruises into russet skin and mark him in every way he possibly can. 

But the moment Ezra gasps beneath him, all of that supposedly iron-clad resolve seems to melt away.

It terrifies him, how much he wants him, how he could hurt him with the simplest of touches. The control he’s sustained over these last few centuries wavers with Ezra, and tonight is no exception.  

Fingers dig into his skin, pulling him closer, the noises that fall from the Witches lips desperate as he loses his mind beneath him.

Harder, please. Finn…

Finn growls, hating the noise as it tears from his throat, but he obliges and pushes deeper into the eager, tight clench of his body, harder, faster, anything he wants.  

Ezra loses his breath, his face twisted in his pleasure, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. 

It’s wild, quick, brutal, all of the things that Ezra pleads for in the rapidly firing thoughts that flow through his mind. 

Toes curled, breath quick, sweat beading upon his skin, and Finn watches as he falls apart, laying beneath him in a boneless, sated sprawl. 

He rolls away, lays beside him and listens to the quicksilver thrum of his heart, and it’s fast, too fast. Finn turns to cup his face in big hands, staring into blown-black, unfocused emerald eyes. “Ezra…” 

The lazy smile that crosses his lips is nothing short of gorgeous, but as Finn looks a little closer he can see where he’s kissed him too hard, where his fangs sunk deep into the column of his throat, where fingertips have bruised his hips, waist, thighs. 

He groans, thumbs stroking over still-flushed cheekbones. “I’m sorry. I… fuck. I’m sorry.”

Ezra scrambles to sit up, reaching for him where he pulls away, and the little hiss of pain as he moves doesn’t go unnoticed. “Hey, what are you sorry for?” 

A warm hand upon his face, another upon his chest as Ezra lazily drapes himself over him, impossible to ignore, impossible to resist. Finn splays his iron palm over the base of his spine, sighing heavily as Ezra looks up at him with wide, curious eyes, waiting for a response.

“I hurt you. I lost control.” 

Ezra snorts a laugh, the noise causing Finn to quirk a dark brow in question. “Finn,” he whispers, reaching up to brush a lock of raven hair back from his face. “You know I like that, right? That I asked you, that I… I need that, sometimes?” 

Finn narrows his golden eyes, earning a quiet laugh from Ezra, a swat to his chest. “You’ll hear no lies in there, Finnegan,” he purrs, edging closer, nose to nose. “Now, come here and stop pouting. I’m fine, more than fine.”

He kisses Finn with reverence, with love, swallowing the quiet little noises that form on the tip of Ezra’s tongue, holding him close. He feels something kindling, in the pit of his stomach, a renewed interest as Ezra writhes against him. 

He breaks away, eyes meeting Ezra’s, a question.

Ezra’s answering kiss says all he needs to know, the not-so-subtle clues of his body and mind making him forget every apprehension he has. 

The way their mouths move together is demanding, frightening, perfect, and Finn willingly loses himself all over again.

Sep 5, 2018 84 notes
#unfffffffffffffffff #finn you sexe beast #ezra got you all wrapped around his finger #wtnc
Sep 4, 2018 426 notes
#i might do this #with my wtnc pairings #since its what im obsessed with now

haonqq:

@riessene I believe you’ve been waiting on the continuation :3c

SloanexAugust

Fluff then NSFW

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Sep 2, 2018 11 notes
#this is loving and teasing august appreciation blog #wtnc #ooooooooooof they are cute together
smut 17 - “Oh my God, do that again.” for Ezra x Finnegan? god I can't get enough of these two...

So, a few people showed ahem interest I’m bottom!Finn after my Finnriel earlier.

Ask and ye shall *cough* receive. NSFW (duh)

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Ezra’s fingers walk over the dip and curve of Finn’s muscles, over rib, tracing the dark crescent moon etched upon his chest. Finn growls, impatient, but Ezra doesn’t take his eyes off that bared expanse of perfect, pale skin.

He is the hunter tonight, and Finn the prey.

Emerald locks with burning gold, and Ezra leans in, lips tracing the shell of a pointed ear, littering kisses over his jaw until finds his waiting lips. He stakes his claim, teeth and tongue and eager.

It’s possessive, a taste of Finn’s own perfectly crafted medicine as he nips and sucks at the flesh of his throat. He may not have fangs or teeth that can draw blood from a Vampire’s skin, but he has the most wonderful time trying.

He reaches up and cups Finn’s face in his hands, pausing to look at him, really look at him, and then he’s kissing him deeply, as if his lips could quench a desperate thirst.

“Ezra,” Finn purrs, his name dying on the tip of his tongue, and Ezra is enthralled with the way it feels so different when he’s the one swallowing a broken plea.

He pulls back, wondering how Finn’s too-perfect face would look kissed pink, if colour could bloom beneath his cheeks, at his chest.

Finn huffs a sharp laugh, hearing those skittering thoughts, his fingers twitching where they’ve settled upon Ezra’s waist. “If I could blush, I’d be beet red. Just for you.”

Ezra smiles, biting his lip in the way he knows drives Finn mad, pushing the soft pad of his thumb against a sharp fang as he opens his mouth for him, Finn hissing as a tiny droplet of blood is smeared across his bottom lip, tongue flicking out to swipe away the crimson.

He’s been deviant all day, winding Ezra up at any given opportunity. Soft, light touches, quick kisses that linger, whispered words, filthy promises. It’s been painful, a deep ache rooted in the pit of Ezra’s stomach, one he now intends to quell.

Finn watches as Ezra runs a hand over a firm thigh, the shift of corded muscle beneath his skin almost making the Witch snap, making him want to be the one bent over, to feel that powerful body behind him, inside him.

Instead he clings to his resolve, urging Finn to turn, to dutifully fall to his knees just as he promised he would if Ezra ever needed it this badly.

The curve of his spine, the swell of his ass, a chill rolling over him when he remembers what it is that he’s about to do. He positions himself, careful, steady, Finn looking at him over his shoulder, that wicked glint still present in his gaze until Ezra surges forward.

Another growl, a primal thing as Ezra sheaths himself to the hilt, his eyes rolling back in his head as he becomes aquatinted with the way Finn feels around him.

Like a welcome chill on a summers day, somehow still scorching, blinding no matter how cold he truly is.

Finn is perfect, deliciously tight, and his hips starting to move in a teasing little rhythm, a stuttered groan in Ezra’s throat as he somehow claws back his control, even as Finn greedily fucks himself on Ezra’s cock.

“Come on, Ezra,” he says, reaching between his legs to curl iron fingertips around his length, stroking, pumping. “You said you wanted to make me forget my name, and yet I still remember…”

Ezra is the one growling now, determined as he begins to move with purpose, punishing thrusts that he knows would knock the air from Finn’s lungs if he could breathe.

Finn laughs, a low, throaty chuckle as Ezra hits that spot that makes his toes curl. “Unh… that’s it, do that again.”

Ezra’s eyes flutter closed as he obliges, banishing the sight of Finn beneath him from his sight, lest he completely lose himself.

Too fast, too good.

“F-fuck, Finn… I…”

A deep pleasure, a power stirs within when he feels Finn tighten around him, leaning in to press kisses to the knobs of his spine as the Vampire strokes himself to his finish with a loud choked-off cry.

He reaches for Finn’s chin, tugging at him so he can see his face as he comes, to match his expression with that sinful noise, the noise that makes his toes curl against the sheets.

There’s a self-satisfied smirk on his lips when Ezra begins to falter, sweat beading at his brow as he reaches out, a hand around Finn’s neck, lips at his shoulder.

“You feel so good,” he mutters, meaning it, wondering how anyone could possibly be this perfect, waiting for a cocky, ‘I know,’ to fall from those full lips, but it doesn’t come.

It’s difficult now to keep his eyes open, a strangled noise in the back of his throat, breath heavy, mouth open, and he looks deep into Finn’s eyes as he lets go.

Finn groans his approval, wetness across his thighs as Ezra slowly pulls away, hands soothing over his spine, admiring the rare sight before him.

“Fuck, Finnegan,” Ezra smirks, fingertips numb, stars still bursting behind his eyelids as he collapses against Finn’s chest. Boneless, sated.

Finn holds him close, listens to his rapidly thrumming pulse return to normal, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose as he drifts off.

Sep 1, 2018 51 notes
#me! me! im the some people!! #woof ezra geddit! #wtnc #this is amazing

August 2018

how abt some showering together w/ sajhuin & sloane? ;3c

i know you meant like,,, sexy showering but consider this

 one of their first hunts together went Horribly Wrong and its a double blank stare in the shower
@haonqq im sorry

Aug 30, 2018 85 notes
#haha whoops nat i have reblog it here! #but i love this so much #ansgst to fluff babey #my art #and friend art #and friend fiction #wtnc #blood #sloane #sajhuin #both are nb #sajhoane
Aug 28, 2018 167 notes
#oh nice #wtnc #i wonder whats alo doin;)
I'm not sure which one to pick but I wanted to prompt you both angst and smut. Maybe you can put them together? 💖

Angsty smut, huh? I mean, I can try? I can’t guarantee quality, but… I’ll give it a go! 😅


The old, iron bed creaked in a steady rhythm, but thankfully there was no-one around to hear.

August sighed with pleasure as Sylvian’s lips slowly worked from their collarbone to their jaw, damp mouth kissing every inch of skin he could find, the tip of his tongue swirling over the sharp swell of their throat. Blunt nails raked across olive skin as he thrust into them, each movement working them into a frenzy, needing more of that, more of him, needing Sylvian like they needed air.

Strong, firm hands greedily kneaded the flesh of their firm thighs, currently wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him close to them, a silent plea for more, please more. He obliged, restless hands caressing their skin, their every nerve alight under his expert touch, his breath ghosting over their ear. The only light came from the slit in the curtains, moonlight falling across the small room in the tavern. Neither of them had had the patience to light any candles.

He managed to snag their wrists, pinning them above their head, their whimper of protest only making his grin widen. The way their bodies seamed together made August arch up, needing more of that contact, the heat. With their hands trapped, they couldn’t touch him anymore, which just wasn’t fair… With a wicked smile, August bit the long muscle underneath his ear.

In the dark, they couldn’t see his scar.

Sylvian went rigid, as though struck by lightning, and suddenly August remembered. Oh shit. The bite… How could I forget? Seconds passed by in silence, and they could almost hear his fight for control, to just ignore the sudden fear, the sudden memory. Then he released their wrists, pushing himself up and away from them, propped up on his hands, breathing hard. He didn’t completely withdraw, and August’s legs were still wrapped around his waist, but the sudden loss of his body heat nearly made them gasp, the room temperature seeming bitingly cold in comparison.

‘Sylvian?’ They reached up, trying to find his face, fingers brushing against his black fringe. Maybe we should have lit the candles. ‘Sylv-’

‘I’m all right,’ he said, huffing a shaky laugh. ‘That just… freaked me out a bit.’

That’s my fault. They swallowed guiltily. I did that, I forgot. They opened their mouth, intending to tell him they were sorry, but he stole the words with a hard kiss. ‘Don’t you dare,’ he growled against their mouth, the sound sending shivers skittering over their skin. ‘I don’t want an apology.’

They were trying to be patient, to be sympathetic, but they were so hard that it hurt, their hips twitching up, having to bite their lip to stifle a whimper. Sylvian noticed, of course he noticed, and he rolled his hips slowly, testing. August groaned, grasping desperately at his arms, needing more but afraid to ask now.

He grinned in the dark, leaning down to graze their bottom lip with his teeth, sucking away the sting. August’s back arched up to meet him, still not sure if they could voice their demands, but the laugh that rumbled in his chest chased away their hesitation.

‘Please, Sylva,’ they murmured, the words breaking apart on a moan as he moved again, each slow, slick glide driving them insane. They arched against him, finding his mouth in the dark, tongues a tangle of heat, before their head snapped back against the pillows, crying out at their climax hit them hard.

Pearl beads spilled over their stomach, the sight pushing Sylvian to the edge as well, groaning their name into their shoulder, fingers wound so tight into their hair. They both lay in the dark, seamed together, breathless and giddy with the feeling of each other.

Finally, Sylvian let out a contented sigh. ‘I could just fall asleep, right here.’

August was glad to see his momentary fear had passed, loving the feel of him in their arms, the muscle shifting beneath his skin. But… ‘Please don’t, you’re heavy.’

‘Oi!’ He laughed, ragged, breathless, and rolled onto his side. ‘I’m not that heavy.’ He smiled at the little pfft of amusement that August made as they snuggled against him. His hand was already in their hair, stroking gently, brushing loose strands of silk back over their shoulder. ‘Bath, then bed?’

That sounded very nice.

Aug 28, 2018 22 notes
#ohoohohohoh #this deserves the nsfw blog #dont ever doubtbyourself strut i enjoyed every second of this! #and the angst gave it Spice #wtnc
Aug 27, 2018 59,250 notes
#ummm KINDA
#5 from the smut list? August and Hunter?

“Try to stay quiet. Understand?” 

NSFW.


The gentle creak of weathered wood as the Hunter thrusts into them echoes off of old brick, and August’s head snaps up as the Hunter whimpers, the blue of their eyes barely visible around blown-black. “Try to stay quiet, do you understand?” 

He nods, a sly smile forming on his lips, fingers digging into August’s firm thighs for leverage as he rolls his hips a little harder, trying to make them break their own rules. 

August bites their lip hard, chin falling to rest upon their chest as they expertly stifle a groan, the control they have utterly infuriating. 

Though, the Hunter can see little flaws in their resolve, their knuckles bleeding white where they grip the edge of their desk, the way the flush upon their cheeks and chest darkens. 

He will break them, no matter how they cling to their composure. 

“August, will you look at me?” 

They shake their head, lips falling open on a sharp breath as he moves a hand to curl around the hardness between their thighs, stroking languidly, a slick, perfect glide. “N-no, I will not,” they growl, hissing through clenched teeth. 

They hook their ankles together behind his back, the leather of their boots creaking as they urge him closer, lashes fluttering closed as he sinks deeper, harder, faster. 

His pace is relentless now, the desk protesting loudly beneath them, and if August should be worried about any noise startling their colleagues, it should be that.

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Aug 26, 2018 71 notes
#KRIS IM FUCKING DEAD #YOU KNOW IM LOVE BOSSY BOTTOMS SO M #UCH #SLAMS THE NUT BUTTON #wtnc
Aug 25, 2018 99 notes
#wtnc #when the night comes #august willenheim #my art #nsfw #sajhuin #they both are they/them nb so like be nice my dear followers #aujhuin

horchathot:

killuo:

slavery:

Who has the biggest pussy of 2018

Solid Snack

Aug 20, 2018 29,102 notes
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