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September 2018

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
Hey um I really like the concept and design of the dick you made for Lotor!! Would it be okay if I'd use that design as well?

absolutely! i have no intention on,,, holding onto his dick alone;D

Aug 18, 2018 6 notes
#thanks!!!! #also like... tag me if you want #Anonymous
Aug 13, 2018 33 notes
#my art #they are both wtnc ocs but i shouldnt tag it am i:'D #nsfw #sajhoane
Aug 13, 2018 3,975 notes
#man its full of good angles
Aug 12, 2018 781 notes
#ooof beautiful
Aug 8, 2018 288 notes
#and immediately reblogs it here #my art #wtnc #they are my new obsession
Please give us one of August's spicy secrets that they would love if the Hunter did in bed but would also make them kill us if we ever found out. (a risk I'm willing to take, fight me August)

They’ve always fantasized about someone bending them over their desk in HQ…

Aug 6, 2018 110 notes
#abskdbsksnbdmadn #that time when i again predicted someones kink just by looking at them #wtnc
I’m a hard Finn stan but August is really growing on me, got any spicy tea on either of those babies?

- August is very vocal, and likes to both tell you exactly how you’re making them feel, whilst also giving you instructions… loudly

- Just… the epitome of a Bossy Bottom

- Loves to lay close and quiet afterwards, even better if you’re playing with their hair (which is always down during, by the way)

Aug 6, 2018 150 notes
#shook #love them so... mu ch #wtnc
What are the LI’s like after sex?

Ezra: Very cuddly, touchy-feely

Piper: Quiet, likes to play with your hair

Alkar: Sleepy

Omen: SOFT, so soft

Finn: Lots of kissing, touching, whispering

August: Probably expects to be asked to leave, so grab that fool and smush

Aug 6, 2018 218 notes
#again knife emoji at augusts lovers #wtnc
Which LIs view sex as something more casual, and which view it as something more serious? And which LIs have more/less sexual experience?

Finn: Casual and unapologetic about liking and wanting sex when single, but when he’s in a relationship he takes it very seriously

Ezra: Takes it seriously, very committed

Piper: Serious. She won’t just hop into bed with anyone

August: Relatively casual, but just because of their previous experiences

Omen: Used to be casual about it as where he comes from it’s just an indulgence, but now he’s in Lunaris he takes it more seriously

Alkar: Also very casual when he’s single, but if he really likes you he’ll take it seriously (whilst pretending he totally doesn’t care)

Aug 6, 2018 174 notes
#hey umm people who didnt treasure august turn on your locations i just want to talk #wtnc
11 with FinnxEzraxHunter ♥︎?

11 – heartbeat

NSFW


A familiar and satisfying red creeps into the Hunter’s cheeks as Ezra pushes them down against the mattress, his nose moving softly over their jaw, up, up over their cheek, temple. The Hunter laughs as Ezra whispers in their ear, his answering smile something that Finn knows would take his breath away if he could breathe. 

He sits back in his chair, chin resting on a crooked finger, and he doesn’t have to wonder what they’re thinking, a simple push affording him access to every deep, dark little thought that scatters through their minds.

Don’t take your eyes off us.

Finn can’t help but lean forward as a muffled moan of pleasure falls from Ezra’s lips, arching into them, the Hunter chasing his lips as he moves to pull away just an inch, as if each of Ezra’s kisses ruins them, but the promise of another will put them back together again. 

Finn. Finnegan. 

Ezra’s thoughts are the loudest, a symphony of whispered words, words that Finn knows are meant to lure him in, to break his stubborn resolve, but he relents, gripping the arms of the chair hard enough to rip the leather as they move together as one upon his bed. 

They feel so good. Don’t you want to feel? Feel us both…

Finn bites his bottom lip, his fang scraping soft skin, the faintest taste of copper on his tongue, their movements becoming desperate. The Hunter’s head falls to the side, knuckles pressed to their mouth to stifle a groan, and Finn almost snaps, almost shouts for them not to hide, to let him hear. 

Instead Ezra curls long fingers around their wrist, pins both hands above their head and mutters a firm, “No.” 

Just like you do to me. Shall I bruise them too? 

“Ezra…” the name is ripped from their throat, aching, thick with want and lust and all the things Finn’s feeling, trying to fight. 

Finn senses it before they probably do, the rush, the tightening of muscles, the imminent release, and he can no long stand it. He palms himself through his trousers, back arching as he finally feels that friction he’s been so desperately craving. 

Close, close, close. 

He greedily touches himself as they fall apart, Ezra’s hips stuttering through his finish, their faces beautifully flushed, heartbeats violent, loud, and Finn’s mouth waters from the sound of blood pumping thick and harsh through their veins, dreaming of pressing his teeth to the column of each of their throats and sinking deep, drinking them dry.

Ezra’s emerald gaze snaps to him as he pulls away from them, and he smiles.  

Aug 6, 2018 70 notes
#this is vain's dream tbh #fucking ezra while finnster thirsts after them #wtnc
So I saw that quotes ask where August’s is “Don’t go” and I was wondering if we could get something with them and a m!hunter based on that? I love that you’re doing some WTNC writings, it makes me even more excited for the game to come out 💕

NSFW under the cut

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August has something that feels a lot like happiness heavy in their chest, a bliss as they kiss their lover.

They feel the smile upon the Hunter’s lips, his hands pushing into August’s hair, body to body as they lay bare beneath crumpled sheets, unable to stop touching, exploring one another.

It’s new, this ache that settles. It’s no longer one of loneliness, of sadness, but instead it’s… hope. Hope for more, for this to be something permanent, and that’s dangerous.

The Hunter pulls back, his eyes slowly opening, looking up at August, the lightest trace of colour upon his cheeks, and August gets lost, wrapped up in his eyes, and they feel their chest stutter at the sight of the longing that they find there.

They want to speak, to ask him to stay, please stay, but words turn to ashes in their mouth, because something that they feel so deeply, something this foreign, is hard to explain.

The Hunter chases away the frown that unconsciously forms upon August’s brow as he hovers above them, kissing it away with the barest brush of his lips. His fingertips find their face, tracing a sharp cheekbone, the harsh line of their jaw. “You’re impossibly beautiful, do you know that? As if you were crafted from marble.”

August swallows thickly, catches his wrist with a curl of long fingertips. “Bold words,” they whisper, angry at the way their voice cracks, betraying them.

The Hunter quirks an eyebrow in question, but he doesn’t hesitate to press himself closer, August opening their mouth to him without question, the kiss tongue and teeth, wet and riddled with want. His hands slide down August’s waist, over the curve of them, the tight muscle of them still soft as if shifts under his palm.

They’ve already done this dance tonight, but the ache that settles between August’s thighs tells them they need more, always more with him. “August,” he whispers, almost a purr as he scrapes his teeth over the tensed column of their throat, tracing his tongue over marks that are already fading.

August gasps against his mouth as the Hunter curls his fingers around their length, careful strokes that elicit quiet groans, whimpers, his hand tight between their bodies, a delicious friction for both of them. Their breathing shifts, changes, hitched and fast as the Hunter swipes his thumb over the crown of their cock, spreads the wetness that beads there down, down in a slick glide, his touch here as expert and deadly as it is in the field.

“I’m going to—“ August mumbles, looking up at him, his gaze burning bright in the darkness, that look still there, like August truly is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even with their face flushed, unfocused eyes helplessly fluttering closed, strands of hair sweeping over their sweat-slick forehead, snarling about their cheeks.

He’s still looking, seemingly committing August’s features to memory, just… making them feel like they’re this wondrous thing, something so much more than August could ever dream of being. The Hunter catches them with another desperate kiss, their hips rocking together, his hand still tight around them, coaxing.

They find their bliss together, the Hunter arching, tense and devastating above them as he muffles a groan into the crook of August’s neck, August staring up at the ceiling, fingers digging into the muscle of his back as they let their toes curl against the mattress, let that sweet thrill of release wash over them.

He shifts, and something ingrained inside of August makes them panic, hold him tighter, closer, a whispered, shaky, “Don’t go,” falling from their lips, and they feel weak.

The Hunter carefully draws back, just an inch or so, enough for August to see confusion settle upon his handsome face, then a flicker of recognition as he finds fear in August’s blue eyes.

“Oh, August. No. I’m not going anywhere,” he smiles, soft before he’s cupping August’s face in strong hands, pressing an achingly gentle kiss to their lips, one that hurts their heart, makes them feel safe, wanted.

Aug 6, 2018 67 notes
#might as well start preparing yall to an inevitable wtnc spam #since i commited to keeping my main dick free #here is where the smut goes #wtnc
Aug 3, 2018 212 notes
What's your way of drawing dicks?

I made a very quick n rough tutorial thingy! Maybe it shall help!!!

I hope it is helpful! <3

Aug 3, 2018 9,128 notes
#ref
Aug 3, 2018 11,693 notes
#mood
Aug 3, 2018 8,335 notes
#woof
Aug 1, 2018 546 notes
#hey yall better prepare for wtnc spice cause #you know #new obsession #my art #wtnc

July 2018

How about your blog icon? From which fanart is?

its from one of my old lоturа pics very nsfw warning lol

Jul 26, 2018 1 note
#Anonymous
Jul 23, 2018 257 notes
#check out my new obsession dear followers #literally an hour after i drew desk smooches i learn that they are secretly dream of being fucked on their desk #wtnc #check them out fellas #my art
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