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tinydragontime · 10 months
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Asani n Brutus. 2020 Art (c) Myself Asani (c) https://www.furaffinity.net/user/jaxxi Brutus (c) https://www.furaffinity.net/user/amazingawesomesauce/
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datorchoe · 2 years
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Also!! If you wouldn't mind, someone specific w/ the nsfw cuddle thing I would like to see is either Ancano or Ralis, but you don't have to write it.
I'm just happy you wrote the cuddle hcs I originally asked for 🙏🏻💖💕
Oh oh, also!! I hope you're doing alright! If you haven't drank or eaten today you should go do so, hope the rest of your day goes well!! :)
It's still Rat lmao, ty again <33
You’re so nice wth :,)) right back at ya my friend
I’ll do both of em for ya! Also I just re-read your other ask and realized I forgot to answer your question about OC’s lol, and the answer is absolutely!
WARNING! NSFW BELOW CUT
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Ancano
- He’s not really too big on the whole “affection” thing. But when he’s horny? Oh boy. You best be prepared for a wild night.
- Especially if he’s like, had a rough day. He’d come home late at night, pick you up without a word and take you to the bedroom.
- He loves foreplay, so he will spend hours cuddling with you and making out with you. Hands all over your ass and back, slowly but surely stripping you down.
- You are his only cure for the ails of the world, and he proves it to you often ;)
Ralis
- Now, Ralis has very little self confidence. He’s not one to initiate anything really. But there’s a lot of signs when he actually wants sex.
- He will look you up and down all day, he’ll be more grumpy than usual, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you, etc.
- At night, you always cuddle, and when he tryna smash, he will run his hands all over your body, basically whining and begging for you.
- He thinks he’s a power bottom, but he is only simply a Bottom.
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charulein · 2 days
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Honestly my main grievance with ffxiv is how the female characters are treated lmao
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wall-e-gorl · 5 months
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I have to share a bed with my mom (usually not bad) but she's doing the most rancid and loud snores I've ever heard. Jesus fucking christ.
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crykea · 6 months
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God I can't stay wakwae
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nomaishuttle · 5 months
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its all ok actually daj ran home and got her gusbands car n took me home n it was super fun
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valkyrietookmoved · 2 years
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Finally could listen to tell your world!!!
Not a fan of the antidrop for the last chorus but the arrangement is so 🥺
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catchmewjsn · 1 year
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i slept for so long my head hurts 🤕
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sonersoysal · 1 year
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#eskidostlar #dorce #dünyaküçük @brkarakoc (Filyos, Çaycuma) https://www.instagram.com/p/CltzpFgL_91/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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datorchoe · 2 years
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I really do think Malacath is one of the more underrated Daedric Princes. Not that people don’t love him, but a lot of people see him as just the “big Orc man who kills shit” but they don’t look at him in the bigger light.
(Gonna preface this by saying that a lot of the concepts and stuff come from a FudgeMupet lore video so go check them out)
Malacath is always seen as like, a bad guy who is like the edgy emo teen of the Daedric Princes. But personally, I like to think of him as more of a...balance per say in the Princes.
The other Princes are worshipped by all different races. Azura is the biggest example of this, being very big in both the Khajiiti lore and Dunmeri lore. But when you think of Malacath, you think of orcs. There really is no other culture that worships him severely. (Aside from the Nords with Orkey but they don’t worship him at the scale that the Orcs do with Malacath)
He is always seen as a ‘enemy God’. In the Redguard Pantheon, he’s seen as a enemy to the Ra’Gada. But, Malacath’s code is, quoting from the book The Code of Malacath, “Most of it's pretty simple, don't steal, don't kill, don't attack people for no reason (although there seems to be a big list of exceptions). But Orcs in the stronghold don't have jails for their criminals. They have Blood Price. You either pay enough in goods for your crimes, or you bleed enough that the victim is satisfied.”
I interpret this as a ‘you must be able to deal with your own problems and not rely on anyone else’, as Malacath has been betrayed so many times by the people he’s surrounded by. He feels he can no longer rely on anyone else.
After Boethiah and Sheogorath both betraying him, no wonder the poor man centered his peoples culture around self-reliance. I think he’s incredibly misunderstood by a lot of the cultures outside of the Orsimer.
Also big sexy beast man. I love him.
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Hello
If you’re into the marauders (i know you are), a cat animagus interacting with the marauders without them realising that she’s not a real cat please.
AN: Hello there... It is I... The man the myth the legend... I am two of those things ... my p is large ... enjoy
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KITTY
FEM!READER X PLATONIC!MARAUDERS
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Currently, your butt was being scratched... Now, this would be weird if you weren't a cat. Well, you weren't like a cat-cat, but you were an animagus - curtesy of being a part of the infamous Marauders. Though, you were an illegitimate animagus, so only: Sirius, Remus, James and Peter knew that it was in fact you on Lily's lap rather than an actual stray.
"You are such a cute kitty." Lily cooed, scratching your ears with her nails whilst her other hand flipped through the charms homework you were yet to start reading. Oh well, hopefully Remus would do it for you if you promised him chocolate on the annual Hogsmead trip.
"I want to hold it-" You bristled at Alice's use of 'it', and Marlene lent forward to smack her leg.
"She is a she, A."
"Oooh, my bad kitty. You are a lady."
"What are you ladies fawning over." You flopped back onto Lily's legs in defeat, hearing the cocky voice of Sirius wash over you. That boy constantly claimed it was the 'household hierarchy' that dogs trumped cats. But you knew that was in terms of idiocy, as you had caught the grey-eyed boy chasing his tail when he thought none of you were watching.
"Kitty?" James stared at you, and you stared back with big yellow eyes.
"Yes, James. It's a cat." Lily rolled her eyes, and you hissed when Sirius flicked your ear. The problem with being a cat, is ear flicks hurt ten times more.
"Don't do that!" Dorcas cried, scooping you up into her arms and carrying you to safety as you smugly watched Sirius get verbally beaten down by the girls who's group cat you had become since the start of the year. You'd told them all you were practicing quidditch after hours, and nobody questioned it- well the boys didn't have to.
"Let it go now, Dorc. She needs to go now, we've had her long enough." Marlene didn't even crack her eyes open when she took a long drag from her cigarette, before pointing it at the common room door.
"Fine." Dorcas gently lifted your front paw and waved it, you would have flushed at the boys grins if you were human, but alas you could do nothing but wave a floppy paw. Dorcas eventually made it outside the common room and placed you down, giving you a toe curling scratch behind the ear. "See you later, Kitty."
Dorcas gave a little wave, before disappearing back into the common room. By the time someone came back out, you had changed back and were pulling a piece of cat hair from your mouth with a grimace.
"Evening, Kitty." A low voice drawled mockingly from the doorway.
"Don't say a word, Black."
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THANK YOU FOR READING, will be making shorter posts to keep me motivated. VOTE, COMMENT, REBLOG, and REQUEST.
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starchaserwrites · 2 months
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@jegulus-microfic / february 6: murder / word count: 692 cw: consensual violence(?)
Regulus is having the shittiest day of his life. He started the day with a very detailed text from his lovely mother, reminding him of how much of a disappointment he is for dropping out of college to open a bar with his equally disappointing brother. Later, there was a mistake with the vodka delivery (it was not their usual brand), so he and Sirius had to make some awkward phone calls as the distributor refused to change it. Also, almost too late, they realised that all the ice in stock had melted during the night due to a power cut they weren't aware of, so he and Remus had to rush out to get more. The cherry on top was that the guy he was kind of seeing (mostly to fuck, if he's being honest) decided to get back with his ex, and the thing is, Regulus isn't angry or sad about it, because he saw it coming, but it adds up to the whole situation.
"You look like you're about to murder someone with that knife."
And now James Potter is here.
Everyone knows that if Regulus takes it upon himself to cut the limes, it is because he is at his limit and it is best to stay away. Everyone except James, who seems to have no sense of self-preservation.
"Are you volunteering?" he says without stopping what he is doing.
"Maybe I am. I'm sorry about Daniel, Sirius told me what happened."
"You know his name is Michael, James."
"Yeah, whatever. So what do you say if I help you blow off some steam?" he asks, leaning over the top of the bar.
Listen, Regulus knows he doesn't mean it like that, but he can't help but think of the older man in exactly that way. Blame it on the crush he has had on his brother's best friend for several years. So he just raises an eyebrow at him.
"Oh, I didn't mean it like that." James says after a moment. Is he smirking?
"Then what?"
"Have you ever heard of hurricane shots?"
"Of course, they ask Marlene and Dorcas for them all the time," he replies as he bends down to pick up some empty bottles. It's not rush hour yet, but it's important to get everything ready before then.
"Great, may I have one?"
"Sure, let me call Dorc-"
"From you. May I have one from you?" Regulus bumps his head on the counter as he stands up. James' idea to help him relax is going to give him a stroke.
"Sure." It's the only thing he says before the other man can say anything and he starts gathering what he needs for the shot. "Is vodka okay for your shot?" James just nods, but he can feel his eyes lingering as he pours the alcohol and the glass of water.
Regulus has never done this before but he knows the procedure, he sets everything down on the bartop and shortly afterwards he sits down on the edge of it, opening his legs to let James stand between them. His heart is racing but he looks up to remove the man's glasses (it would be a tragedy if they got ruined) and leaves them beside him. He hands the shot to his victim and rings the small bell they have for this purpose.
"Don't hold back." James says with that grin again as he places a hand on Regulus' thigh and promptly takes the shot, looking him in the eye. Oh, he hates him so much.
Regulus splashes him with the water and then slaps him.
He slaps him. Hard.
James shakes his head and runs a hand over his face to remove the water and his own hair from his forehead, then looks at him with an expression that can only be described as pure devotion, and Regulus knows it.
They kiss. Hard. In a way that only two idiots who have spent years pining for each other can do.
Cheers and shouts from the people in the bar. In the background, Sirius hands Remus some money.
"I knew it would work." Remus says.
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daisybianca · 6 months
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pairing: carlos sainz jr x femalereader
summary: carlos wants you to be his cowgirl.
warnings: mostly fluff, slight mentions of sexual activities.
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SCROLLING ON IG, a sight blessed your eyes and surely made your day a little more interesting.
Your boyfriend had posted a fresh new photo and a video on IG. And it definitely was not something you could just like and scroll past.
Fuck, he was so, so...
Hot. And sweat. And kind. And his hair was messy. And his voice ridiculously harsh. And his accent is too cute.
His eyes, though... They were glistening. Bright just like dimonds.
How the hell were you so lucky?
And horny...?
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A hand caressed your cheek, retrieving you from the dead of the sleep.
You opened your eyes after feeling a pair of soft and wet lips touching your cheek, then neck, and hand.
"Babe..."
"I'm back, love." Carlos smelled like vanilla. Your favorite. "Sorry to wake you up. You were just... you looked so beautiful." Carlos pulled you in his firm embrace, his big arms locking you close to him as if you were his captive.
"You think I'm beautiful while asleep?" You laughed, smelling his intoxicating aroma. "My mom used to tell me I look like a raccoon."
Carlos chuckled. "I assure you, baby, you don't look like a raccoon at all." He said. "I'd say you look like an angel."
The soft light of the bedside lamp illuminated your face as Carlos turned the lights on.
You yawned and stretched your arms up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "What time is it?" you asked, still half-asleep.
"It's late," he replied, glancing at the clock. "Go back to sleep if you want to, baby."
"No." You curled up under the covers and nuzzled into his chest, resting your head on his chest. "I'm glad you're here," you said softly. "I missed you."
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Of course I'm here," he said. "I missed you too, (y/n)." His lips found your temple.
You smiled and closed your eyes, feeling content and warm in his embrace. "I love you," you murmured.
He caressed your hair lovingly. "I love you too," carlos said, his voice gentle and tender.
At first, you tried to dorce yourself into sleep again, but then a sudden thought popped up. "Hey... about the post you made this morning..."
"Yeah? Did you like it?"
"Yes, well.." you hesitated for a brief moment. "Have I ever told you I adore your puppy eyes?"
Carlos laughed. "My what?"
"Your puppy eyes. Don't tell me you've never read your comments."
"What comments?" He looked at you confused.
"Under your posts." You replied. "Girls and even men are thirsting over you every day. I gotta admit I am one of them too. Proudly."
"Hmm," Carlos kissed your nose and cheek. "Why do you like my puppy eyes then?"
"'Cause..." you hesitated, trying to find the rught words ro describe what you actually felt.
"Go on."
This could only be said in one way.
"It kind of..." You looked up at him. His arms were still locked around you. "It kind of makes me want to ride you."
"Kind of?" Carlos chuckled. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to look at you. Serious this time. "Do it."
"What?"
"Do it, baby." Carlos repeated. "Be my cowgirl."
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nomaishuttle · 5 months
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its all ok actually daj ran home and got her gusbands car n took me home n it was super fun
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makingqueerhistory · 9 months
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"Dubbed by many “The Oprah of Indonesia”, Dorce Gamalama rose from the ashes of a difficult childhood to become one of the most notable and beloved transgender icons in her home country. Despite the challenges of living in a nation with limited LGBTQ rights, Dorce met any resistance and curiosity to her transition with humor and wit, and persevered to live as her true self while also promoting a life of kindness and generosity. Dorce’s integral role in the Indonesian television industry helped shed light on trans visibility in an otherwise predominantly religious and conservative country and shifted many Indonesian people’s perceptions towards transgender people on the whole."
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mr-k-legit · 5 months
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Some quick sketches i made of the gang !!! I want to dorce myself to make more quick stuff like this :3
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