riessene     riessene

riessene:

this was sponsored by my love for sloane, discord conversations and the fact that a lot of victorian people actually had their nips pierced???

  53   Sep 21, 2018
lukeskywalkersbutt     lukeskywalkersbutt

Anonymous asked: 14 for whoever you want

lukeskywalkersbutt:

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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  18   Sep 20, 2018

some august love(x2) ;3c

  173   Sep 19, 2018
vhyral     vhyral

vhyral:

Ever wonder what Hunters do once safely back in their room? (please click if blurry!)

  232   Sep 15, 2018
drdevorakwrites     drdevorakwrites

shireduchess asked: 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 👀👀👀🙏🏻

drdevorakwrites:

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.

  86   Sep 14, 2018
strutplayswtnc     strutplayswtnc

riessene asked: 'first time for everything' for Sylvian/August!;)

strutplayswtnc:

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.’

  23   Sep 13, 2018
   

chokujin:

Smutember 11 :  Stockings and suspenders 

Frisky Omen 

  103   Sep 11, 2018
drdevorakwrites     drdevorakwrites

Anonymous asked: 12. Finn-Ezra-M!hunter

drdevorakwrites:

“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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  89   Sep 11, 2018

i never posted one of my sajhuin/august sketches

done from the ref cause i forgot how humans work that time:’D

  57   Sep 10, 2018
shokujin-shot    

chokujin:

Smutember 8 -“We’ve Got Time”  

When you’ve got to meet your hunter at the tavern but feel a little bit playful before going out. 

Also @drdevorakwrites​ did a bonus for this (bless u <3 <3 <3 ;w;) :

Flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, and Alkar grunts as he tugs the buttons of Omen’s shirt loose. “Stupid clothes.”

Omen claws at Alkar’s too-many belts, eyes never leaving the Lycan’s face. “Hurry, we need to meet them soon.”

A low rumble in his throat, the beginnings of a growl as he surges forward and catches Omen’s mouth with a needy kiss, a sloppy thing. “We’ve got time.”

  287   Sep 10, 2018
 woof!     wtnc   

the idea was too good to not refine and color it a bit;)

  62   Sep 8, 2018
replica-004     cobaltdays

taylor-tut:

n-yks:

balenciaguhh:

cobaltdays:

why they gotta do luigia like this :(

“Luigia”

Mario’s lost sister luigia.

this post is a fucking disaster

  83416   Sep 8, 2018

you know who would be the perfect good vampire behavior practice?;) @artisttothebone

  50   Sep 8, 2018
imperfectkreis     arandomthot

straight-todd:

Me

  44570   Sep 7, 2018

“Lets play!” @shokujin-shot

  209   Sep 7, 2018
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