I made one for @loyalborn too

insane men covered in blood. you agree. reblog.

sorry i oil painted you sawed in half with your organs spilling out its just that i wanted to see what you would look like sawed in half with your organs spilling out

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200 DAYS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN ↳ day 11: daenerys targaryen in a man without honor

What was I made for?

RK900 | DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

for @precursor-ao3!!

Raphael's predatory joy.

I haven't been here much so I wanna get back to plotting! We can even so AU stuff 👉👈

A flutter between her legs and a gush of wetness. Estelle could feel the heat of her face, spreading down to her chest. Lips parted and her tongue peeked out to wet them. She kept her gaze on his chest, his broad chest and strong arms that made her feel so dainty. She couldn't help but wonder how she ended up here with him.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. Knees inched apart to allow him to touch, but the tension didn't leave her muscles. "Just - Please be gentle?"

Hands moved to his shoulders for balance as he transferred her. Estelle knew he was strong, but the way he so easily picked her up had her face searing with heat. He made her feel like a doll, light weight and his toy to play with.

The air of the room hit the space between her legs, her wetness giving it a cold feeling. Knees closed on reflex to hide the most intimate part of herself. Even with her dress on, the scars on her inner thighs would have been exposed to him and she wasn't quite sure she was ready for him to see all of her.

"I..." Fingers twisted in the sheets below her. She wanted it, her body and her instincts begged for it, but her brain made her hesitate.

I went to renn faire with @crimesought

Blue eyes rolled, but a smile traced her lips with each kiss. "You act as if I'm bound by a contract." Her hand rested against his cheek, the pad of her thumb smoothing over his sharp features. "My love, you must understand: loving you is as easy as breathing. It is not something I do with purpose, no, instead it is something that comes so naturally to me."

Fingertips moved to his lips again, trying to smear away the lipstick she left behind. "There are a few things I must buy in the city. But after, I was thinking about a picnic by the stream."

a soft chuckle sounded in the tiefling's chest as his lady love's lips planted squarely on the space above his chin. it truly never ceased to amaze him just how small she was in comparison to him, when her strength and courage far exceeded that of anyone he'd ever met — including that of his fellow hellriders. indeed, to zevlor, estelle was larger-than-life, a woman deserving of great respect and admiration. there were still days, even this far along into their courtship, when he could scarcely believe she had chosen him.

"you have to say that, my love, and dare i say you're biased?" grinning, he tipped his head downwards to give her a proper kiss. "though i shall always be eternally grateful for your belief in me, and your determination to love me despite said fading charms." another stolen kiss, and then a muscled arm wrapped 'round her waist. "now, what's on the agenda for today, hm?"

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Hands moved to his shoulders for balance as he transferred her. Estelle knew he was strong, but the way he so easily picked her up had her face searing with heat. He made her feel like a doll, light weight and his toy to play with.

The air of the room hit the space between her legs, her wetness giving it a cold feeling. Knees closed on reflex to hide the most intimate part of herself. Even with her dress on, the scars on her inner thighs would have been exposed to him and she wasn't quite sure she was ready for him to see all of her.

"I..." Fingers twisted in the sheets below her. She wanted it, her body and her instincts begged for it, but her brain made her hesitate.

Cassian couldn't help but grin at that. He loved to see someone just fall apart from simple things. Corrupting them only a little. He was tired of teasing her, though. He ached to bury himself inside her.

"How about this?" He moved to easily pick her up. Turning the tables to lay her back on the bed. Not daring to remove the dress, but the panties had to go. He deftly removed the fabric, tossing it to the side. "There much better. Can I do more than touch?" He asked as he ran his hands up her thighs, looking up at her with a pleading look in his yellow eyes.