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asksweetdisaster · 11 months
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Sweet: O_O…..
((At the insistence of a Ghost reference XD
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disasterbri · 2 years
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Happy Prideeee, everyone! What better month to start a rainbow 100 baby challenge? This is Pearl and Astral, they will be creating our generation of white and red babiessss.
Heir requirements are: White skin, red hair, red eyes. Each subsequent gen will have to have white skin with whatever color hair and eyes as that gens spouse! Let’s see how far I make it into this one, shall we? xD
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peccaberry · 3 months
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Re-did Lavender Pearl, my oldest Gemsona that still exists! She's baby.
Lavender Pearl was originally made for an Amethyst, but came out wrong, her Pearl warped. They could not correct it, but the Diamonds' Pearl Caretaker, Alabaster, who was managing the Reef at the time of Lavender Pearl's activation felt bad for her, and talked the Diamonds into allowing her to keep her as her own personal Pearl.
She stays in Alabaster's personal chambers, but when Alabaster returns after the work day, Lavender Pearl stays by her side, holding onto her arm if she allows it.
I designed Lavender Pearl in 2016, and I got a lot of hate for her having multiple limbs, being a singular Gem. Then the Rutile Twins came up in Canon and everyone shut their mouths.
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whatiskiss · 2 years
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Scald attempts to help out an old friend while living under the rule of the undead. (Fantasy, Comedy, Improv) 
 Josiah Ambrose/@DungeonPapa as Scald 
Follow Josiah/@DungeonPapa: https://www.youtube.com/c/DungeonDad
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leafyisgreennotblue · 26 days
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With Legends Z-A, I gave him the unavoidable design. I had written so much background and trying to get it on Insta was a hassle, but luckily I’ll be able to fully put it here with no issues,,:
It was hard to steer from the typical older Emmet look but I tried my hardest to make it seem like it would’ve been. I tried looking up France fashion from 1600-1900 but it was either some ridiculous outfits or suits, and since it mentioned the redevelopment of Lumiose City, it was either working up from something like Jubilife village or was upgrading from what it already is. I’ve heard a lot of theories that Legends Z-A will be taking place in the future or bounce back from future to past, but since it’s hard to incorporate futuristic outfits without knowing “how futuristic” it’ll be, I stuck to something from a layer time period in France. I drew him more of a square shape in his eyes instead of triangular, both to signify age and his lost connection with Ingo. Maybe not a permanent design but I think it adds a lot to his demeanor. He kept Basic stuff like he still has his coat, hat, etc. because Ingo got to keep all his old stuff too, but since the trailer looked more modern and Pokémon were with people, I don’t think it would be all destroyed like Ingos just cause it seems like a more civilized nation alongside pokemon and if it really did get destroyed in some way, I have a feeling he would be able to get it repaired without it getting ruined again. Also in terms of the suit I think the darker color is a good parallel to Ingos pearl clan outfits lighter colors. A lot of the design choices were meant to parallel him anyways. Since Ingo had lost his gloves in his Hisui design, giving Emmet new ones felt appropriate for some reason. In terms of the cane I gave him, not only is he an old man, I think it’s kinda needed. Ingo had that little wristband to signify he was a warden, while I think the cane could be useful for a mega stone wink wink nudge nudge. Cute little accessories for them I’m so nice 💀 he could definitely have a slower lifestyle in comparison to Ingo, and I definitely could see him working at Lumiose Station (if it exists in this game) and even though he would most likely have his memory wiped too, Ingo still said the same train themed quotes even with his memory gone, and even then he still had SOME memory, it was just very faint. Emmet definitely could feel some “connection” to the station and say stuff like “Some late nights I think I see a man who looks like me, but upon second glance it’s just my imagination. Even if I can’t seem to shake it from my mind, it seems I still wish to see him again…” anywho for the drawing, I made a few references. The main one just being a reference of design, but the one in the top right corner was a small reference to Alabaster Icelands. I’ve seen a lot of people use the snow to give Ingo flashbacks to Emmet, and while I think my station one is more closely related to Ingos darker color scheme, I think having him in the snow was a good nod to that. The bottom right corner was a reference to a drawing (that probably most people already know what I’m referencing) that had Pokémon that I thought resembled them, and one of the ones I had included for Ingo was Klefki. So just a little salt to the wound (it wasn’t even that bad.) Anywho, I know the design isn’t very refreshing, but I tried to keep it as canonical as possible.
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lokisgoodgirl · 9 months
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The Quickie [Loki x Fem.Reader]
A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You and Avenger! Loki escape a work event for something more entertaining. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Dirty talk. Dom!/Switch. Friends w/ Benefits. Squirting (w/c 2.1k)
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You caught a glimpse of yourself in the hotel room mirror, cheeks flushed and hair mussed. "They'll be wondering where we are," you panted, as Loki walked you backwards.
“What was I supposed to do when you look like this?” Loki snarled, unbuttoning your flimsy blouse with unnatural speed. Saliva glistened on his chin, red lipstick rubbed in ombre smears against alabaster skin. “Wait?”
He had marched you from the downstairs Expo in full ceremonial battle leathers. Desperate kisses and moans and wandering hands had made the elevator feel more like a dive bar. Your bare cheeks had pressed against the glass as your skirt rode up, grinding against his hips while you hung on to the horns of his helmet. You gasped as your back met the wall, a thumb tilting your head back while he smouldered through half-lidded eyes. His headpiece glimmered in the low lighting, the gilded formality making your knees wobble. The god moaned darkly, one hand slipping between your legs, eyelids batting closed as dexterous fingers played over your soaking slit. “I knew you weren’t wearing anything under here. Knew it,” he groaned, bending forward with one bulging forearm pressed against the wall. The leather creaked. And you were sure you heard the plaster crack. His lips were an inch from yours, the sudden pause in his seductions reminding you of the moment before the predator makes its final, lethal, lunge. Hot breath flooded your nostrils, sweet and heavy with desire. Your fingers toyed with the side-zip of your skirt, raising your sultry gaze to meet his. “There she is, my good girl,” he rasped, as the fabric fell around your ankles. Biting your lip, you let your hands wander up the flat expanse of his triangular chest from the nipped waist to his shoulders. The leather was snug to every angle of his body, a vicious unit of power and sexual devastation wrapped in pure temptation. Just for you. You had learned that fucking Loki Laufeyson was like riding a bull. A girl needed to take control and harness the beast or risk being thrown off and trampled in the dirt. And to be frank, you weren’t sure how much of that was metaphorical. Without breaking eye-contact, you laced his fingers through yours. They were wet. “Come on,” you whispered, enjoying the narrow of his eyes and the clench of his jaw as he fought to contain a smile. On the way to the bedroom, you kicked off your heels. You turned, seductive demeanour turning to a frown. He was naked. “What happened to the-” “-Leather?” Loki cut. “You said it yourself darling, they’ll be wondering where we are,” he purred sarcastically. “And you far take too long undressing me.” His hand ran up your spine, tugging the blouse off with gentle precision. In one fluid motion, he knelt one knee on the bed, sweeping you to lie on your back. “Such a pretty tease, aren’t you?” he goaded, running his knuckles between your breasts. You shivered, feeling yourself melt within the burning pools of his darkened eyes.
The thick ropes of muscle layering his shoulders shifted as he leant over you, the slide of his hand up your bare thigh culminating in a brutal squeeze of your ass. Loki's immaculate cock twitched between his legs, a solitary pearl of wetness lingering tantalisingly at the crease. A macabre smile stretched on his lips, seeing your stare linger on his manhood as it always did.
“I often wonder if you wish to fuck me as often as I wish to fuck you,” he pondered casually as you shuffled backwards to the centre of the mattress. Loki stalked closer on all fours like a beast, his gigantic frame covering you in a cage of muscled, marble eroticism. Your legs widened, knees bent to the ceiling as he took up position between your spread thighs. Loki’s biceps strained under his weight as he lowered his face to yours, the veins taut and thick. And hard. Long tendrils of ebony hair caught against your lips. He sucked your earlobe, releasing it with a wet, licentious sigh. “But then I remember,” he continued smugly, “how you sound when I do...this-”
With a soft exhale of relief, his cock breached your soaking slit. On cue, your back arched in welcome; a melodic gasp of pleasure filling the air. Loki’s lips parted in a silent chuckle, hungry eyes flitting over every inch of your desperately horny features contorted with pleasure. “Ah, my faithful godslut,” he cooed, slurring while he bottoming out with a solid thrust that knocked you back several inches. “Always ready and willing to swallow what I have to give, in any hole...isn’t that right, darling?” You bucked violently against him in protest, pelvic bones thudding. Loki pursed his lips, a silent ooo searing the air while he clenched to deliver another earth-shuddering thrust. Your fingers scraped back his loose hair, letting one hand settle at the base of his scalp. With a sharp tug to the right, he rolled on his back with a guttural groan. His perfect cock’s brief absence was a torture, but a necessary one. Cheeky shit needs a reminder of who he’s talking to, you grit; straddling him and leveraging him back where he belonged. Loki’s huge hands gravitated to your breasts, palms ready to massage upwards with every targeted pump of his ass. You grabbed his exposed wrists, pushing them above his head to the pillow. “I think you’re forgetting something, Laufeyson…” you panted, clenching your cunt teasingly around the tip. Loki frowned, face screwed up at the delicious mischief in which he found himself. “Sure – I take what you give. But you only give what I want,” you sneered. His thick thighs jolted as you began to inch slowly down his shaft, feeling every protruding vein catch on the sensitive rim of your pussy. You smiled, watching him squirm against the mattress. “So just remember who’s really in control here, yeah?”
At your words he let loose a rattling sigh, feigning an escape against the hands gripping his wrists. With every achingly slow movement, the sinews of his neck bulged. His teeth, gritted. God, it was heaven. Breathy pants rumbled from his throat as you increased your speed, slamming back to his pelvis with every waving buck of your hips. “N-norns, kvinne du...avslutter m-meg, uhh-fu-ck,” he stammered, eyes rolling to the ceiling. Your hands slid down the bulge of his forearms, smile twitching. “The end of you, huh? My, my. It doesn’t take much to topple a god after all, then.”
Loki’s freed hands flew to your hips with a snarl, beginning to bounce you mercilessly on his cock. Air puffed from your lungs with every flick of his muscular hips, spread knees bent to the ceiling buffeting you higher; caught only by his iron grasp. The wet of your sex coated his length, sticky threads tangling in invisible strands from your heat to his pubic hair. Your fingernails scraped down his chest, making him hiss. They would mark. Loki snarled again, deep and low and primal as you slapped together. God, he looked so fucking mean. And so fucking sexy. “Just like that. Like that,” he growled with fiery madness. The squeeze of your muscles around his length with every dip of his ridden prick made you squelch. In the bright light of morning-afters, your trysts were nothing. A distraction. A way to pass the time. But at moments like this, in the heat and sweat and filth of erotic battle; the way the two of your moved as one. It was everything. Loki’s jaw hung open, his tongue twitching. His beautiful eyes were closed, proud brow creased as he lost himself inside you. Your clit ground against his pelvis with every shallow edge of his hips, cock pulsing rhythmically against the swollen bundle deep within. The god’s fingers slid possessively around the curve of your ass, the tips digging dangerously into soft flesh. You expected that tomorrow you would be painted once again in the purple and blue hallmarks of his affections. You hoped you would be. Your head fell back, spilling his name to the ceiling as you felt your cunt spasm with pleasure. “Baby,” you gasped, “F-fuck, baby – yes!-” You choked as the world was flipped upside down. Your back landed with a soft thump on the hotel mattress. Loki wasted no time in seating himself between your spread thighs, sinking home inside your sopping cunt with a ragged, cursing moan. “Don’t call me that,” he warned, eyes flashing. You batted your lashes in feigned innocence, trying to hide a smirk. “Don’t call you ‘baby’? Why?” you goaded, before Loki’s tongue jammed inside your mouth, shutting you up. He began to move in pulsating waves, heavy groans on both sides echoing between your open mouths. With a rasping grunt, he began to thumb your clit as he railed you, every powerful rut of his cock pushing you closer to the headboard. Loki’s hair swung around his jawline, glistening sweat misting his brow as his breaths became short. “Close. Going to c-come,” he growled, eloquence forgotten. Your fingernails scratched deep between his shoulder-blades, the warrior muscles tense and primal. “N-not before me, you’re not-” you gasped, bucking upwards. Loki snarled, pushing your knees towards your chin in malicious compliance. “Oh, god,” you howled, the new angle rubbing his thick tip directly against your g-spot. A sudden urge washed over you, the utter inexplicable, unstoppable need to wet yourself cracking through every tingling nerve in your body. You were going to squirt. Hard.
“Loki-” you gaped, arching upwards as he littered the air with dirty praise. The urge was becoming unbearable. Unstoppable, as his cock massaged your most primal centre. “Do it, pretty kvinne,” he spat, panting while a delicate strand of saliva clung to his chin. Dangling. “I can feel it, I want it-” The vein in his forehead bulged as his breaths grew short. “Make a mess, let yourself go, f-fuck min dårlige j-jente.” Orgasm flooded your veins as you squirted around his cock with a strangled cry, welling against your bodies. A scream erupted, forceful ecstasy howling like wind tunnel through your veins. You could feel the ferocity of your arousal swell around his girth, sheer galactic power soldering your bodies together in a swamp of pure sex. Thin liquid washed down your thighs, spreading warm and wild with his continuing shallow rocks against your mound. Loki followed with a thundering moan of your name, the mass of muscle above you shaking and spasming through his climax. Your mess dripped down his legs, smeared against his lower stomach as he rode his release with staggered, choked breaths.
He collapsed on top of you, bulging forearms in a protective triangle above your head before falling to the side.
Watching him breathing for a few seconds, you drew a lazy finger across the tip of his softening cock, collecting a thick trail of fresh cum. You sucked it from your finger, pausing for effect as Loki inevitably opened one eye to watch. He cleared his throat. “That was...relatively pleasing.” You smacked his shoulder. Loki smiled, before his features hardened the way they always did when duty beckoned. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Come, get dressed,” he sniffed.
“I’ll wait here, thanks. You have a better room.” You scooted back against the cushions, crossing your legs and reaching for the remote on the night-stand.
“You will not,” Loki huffed. Your eyebrows rose in reluctant appreciation as leather armour furled over his carved, glistening body, wrapping against his skin like a needy lover. “What’s the problem?” you smiled innocently, while the news channel sprung to life.
His stare cindered into your profile like cigarettes on tissue as you continued, looking ahead. “-you’re going to drag me up here in twenty minutes anyway, when you’re hard because I’ve sucked a straw or something-” “-I’ll be bored. I won’t have anyone to talk to.” Loki scoffed. The petulance was tangible. It was your turn to roll your eyes. “There are like, five hundred people downstairs. You’re a star, everyone wants to talk to-” “-Alright, no one I want to talk to,” Loki snapped, folding his arms. There was silence between you except for the irritating tap of one of his boots on the wooden floor. Wordlessly you turned off the TV, making a regal grasping gesture in the air. The god sighed in resignation, before kneeling to retrieve your discarded blouse. He turned on his knee, holding it aloft to your outstretched hand in a tableau that was almost gallant.
“Are we going to pretend that you didn’t just admit that you actually like me?” you smirked.
Loki frowned, rising to his full height. “I did no such-” You pressed a finger to his parted lips, widening the digits of the other hand against his cock still thick and delicious beneath the leather. “Okay, baby” you hummed, squeezing. His brows slanted, breath hitching as you grazed his lips with yours. “Whatever you say.”
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Rough Norwegian kvinne du avslutter meg – woman, you’ll end me min dårlige j-jente – my bad girl
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barbiedragon · 16 days
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HOTD: Aemond Targaryen x twin!reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen (with a side of Aemond x Rhaenyra)
Castling Collection
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
WC: 2k 
Warnings: heavy on the Targcest, hand job, oral (f receiving), minor blood play, biting, domme!Rhaenyra, fingering, threesome, praise kink
You witness a private moment between your siblings and wish to be included
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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You awoke to the feeling of sunbeams warming your bare skin. A soft sigh escaped as you stretched out in the bed, whisps of silver hair clinging to your cheeks and forehead. The sheets tangled beneath you still held the musky stench of sweat, flesh, and arousal. As your eyes adjusted to the morning light, a deep moan startled you. You quickly bolted upright in the bed, erratically looking around your chambers to find where the noise had come from. A gasp caught in your throat at the sight before you.
Rhaenyra was stretched across the long, plush velvet chaise in front of the hearth; the dying embers crackled softly and emitted a muted amber glow. She was naked, with Aemond positioned between her spread thighs, his back resting against her chest. One of her hands was wrapped around his engorged cock, stroking and pumping his heated flesh as he shivered against her. His head was tilted back in pleasure, jaw slack, silver hair falling across Rhaenyra’s bare skin and intermixing with her wavy strands. His pale toes curled against the vibrant red cushion. 
“Sȳres taobus, valonqus (good boy, little brother),” she purred, her nails trailing over his hips. You were certain Aemond preened at the praise she lavished on him.
Your heart had ceased pounding in your chest as you relaxed, stretching onto your side to enjoy the sensual view. It was most intriguing to watch how Aemond’s hips would keen against Rhaenyra’s ministrations, the pink flush spread across his alabaster skin, and the sweat beading in the contours of his muscular flesh. Rhaenyra’s rosy, pebbled nipples scraped against the taut skin of his back, and you had no doubt arousal pooled between your sister’s thigh, leaving a damp trail against Aemond’s back. You slipped a hand down your belly, warmth spreading through you until you reached your slick cunt. The tip of your finger immediately sought out your swollen pearl to rub delicately. Daemon oft teased that you had a voracious appetite once hunger awakened in you.
“Kirimvose, mandȳs (thank you, older sister),” Amemond murmured, his voice weighing heavily with lust.
Her teeth scraped over the curve of his neck, speeding up her movements, and your toes curled at the needy whimper that fell from Aemond’s flushed mouth. It was a rare but lovely sound that sent you on edge as you applied more pressure to your swollen pearl. Your thighs trembled as you danced on the brink of pleasure, your moans bleeding into Aemond’s as you each reached a delicious peak. You left a slick residue against your fingers as Aemond spurted pearly ropes onto his eldest sister’s hand. A throaty chuckle chimed through the room.
“I do believe our sister was enjoying the view,” Rhaenyra commented, smoothing her clean hand down Aemond’s damp hair.
“I am certain she was. She has the most salacious appetite,” Aemond hummed, his pale chest heaving gently.
“One I have not been able to sample often; you and Daemon are quite selfish when it comes to her,” Rhaenyra pointed out.
“You are both aware that I am laying right here, yes?” you quipped, skin warmed and flushed.
“Indeed, idañus (twin)),” Aemond’s lips curved into a smirk, the sunlight catching on his sapphire eye.
You scooted onto your knees, hair cascading down your shoulders as you fixed each with a sultry gaze. “I demand you come join me; it was rude to ignore me so.” There was a playfulness in your tone.
“You are certainly bold, making demands of your queen,” Rhaenyra retorted.
“I fear she is quite spoiled when it comes to getting her way,” Aemond smirked.
“I could think of a better use for your tongue, sweet sister, instead of spewing such demands and cheek.”
“I am eager to hear,” you smirked, excitement tingling through you.
She hummed softly before rising to her feet and moving to the basin to cleanse her hands of Aemond’s mess. Silence hung heavy in the room as you waited anxiously for her words. It was clear she enjoyed making you wait with bated breath as she took her time drying her hands with the crimson cloth. Her long, silver hair fell below the curve of her arse, glittering in the sunlight that streamed through the part curtains as she perched on the edge of the chaise, fixing you with a firm gaze.
“Crawl to your queen,” she instructed. The snap of her fingers echoed through the room.
You eagerly slipped to the floor, balancing on all fours before crawling across the smooth marble and kneeling dutifully in front of her. Her fingers carded through your mussed hair, and the gentle tugs and pulls made you shiver. Her fingers curved against your chin, holding you in a firm grip as she forced you to look into her violet eyes. It felt slightly unnerving, almost like you were staring at your reflection. Aemond shifted behind Rhaenyra, legs draped over the edge of the chaise as his chin rested on her shoulder. One arm looped around her midsection, and the sight of them leering at you sent a familiar throb between your damp thighs. Rhaenyra’s thumb traced over your plush lower lip.
“Your queen commands your wicked tongue buried in her cunt,” Rhaenyra smirked, and an amused chuckle fell from Aemond’s lips.
“As my queen commands,” you purred, hands settling on her inner thighs, slowly parting them for you.
Arousal glistened on her slick folds, resembling silken rose petals drenched in early morning dew. Your mouth watered at the sight as two fingers rested against the delicate area, parting her slowly before leaning in to drag your tongue lazily across her. You savored the taste that gathered on your tongue. You eagerly sought her engorged, sensitive bud, circling your tongue around it, and felt her tremble with pleasure as her fingers tangled in your hair.
“Dōnus hāedus (sweet little sister),” she purred, rocking against your mouth, sending shivers down your spine as you basked in the praise.
While you eagerly lapped between her thighs, Aemond rolled her rosy, pebbled nipples between his fingers. His warm mouth clamped around her shoulder, teeth sinking into her flesh while you suckled on the delicate bud. Your tongue delved between her folds, sinking into her cunt as her throaty moans echoed through the chambers. A soft squelch permeated your ears, followed by a burst of wetness that coated your mouth, tongue, and nose. You were gleeful and triumphant, having made your sister release so intensely. You sat back on your haunches, licking your mouth clean as if a cat satisfied with the most delicious bowl of cream.
Rhaenyra’s cheeks were flushed, her violet eyes hazy and darkened with lust, and her chest heaved as she rested in Aemond’s arms. Your twin flashed you an approving smile, eyes locking with yours.
“To what do we owe this visit, sister?” you purred, scooting closer to rest your cheek against her heated thigh.
“I wished to visit my siblings and remind you of the impending coronation celebration within a fortnight,” she explained, twirling a strand of your silver hair around her ringed finger. The impressive ruby glimmered under the white streams of sunlight.
“We are looking forward to it and can assure you that we shall be in attendance,” Aemond murmured, reaching down to stroke the top of your head.
“I had no doubt. However, I could hardly blame either of you if you departed on dragonback to start a new life. The war took its toll on all of us,” she stated.
“While that is true, here we stand. Alive and well, eager to usher in a new era for the Targaryen dynasty,” you smiled.
“You are as wise as you are wicked, dear sister,” Rhaenyra chuckled.
“True words indeed,” Aemond laughed before rising. You took in the sight of his lithe, leanly muscled body. He emerged a clean cloth into the basin, wringing out the excess water before wiping himself down. He was not one to leave himself in a messy state. You did not mind at times, enjoying the feel of spend clinging to your flesh.
“I was hoping to visit with Naela and Tygar before I depart, as well as Jaehaera, if she permits,” Rhaenyra smiled.
“Oh, yes, they would love to see you. Naela has grown so much, and Jaehaera seems to be coming out of her shell,” you beamed, taking great pride in your children and niece.
“Should I be expecting a new babe on the horizon?” she teased.
“No, but you shall be informed when it happens again,” you laughed before slowly standing to your feet, stretching out your naked body before making way over to Aemond, who was perched on the edge of the bed.
“It hardly seems fair that our sister was able to enjoy your cock, and I’ve been denied the pleasure,” you pouted, straddling his lap and balancing against his muscular thighs.
“You act as if you are denied my cock often, idañus,” he scoffed, hand snaking around your throat to hold your gaze with his, “You had it plenty last night.”
“One never tires of it, valonqus. I crave Daemon buried inside me quite frequently,” Rhaenyra chuckled, her warm body looming behind yours as her hands rested on your shoulders, “Desire should never be denied. Why is that, hāedus?”
Her breath tickled the shell of your ear. “Because we are Targaryens. Dragons do not play by the rule of men.” Daemon’s words rumbled through you, spilling hot and thick from your mouth like dragonfire.
Her fingers slowly worked the tight knots in your shoulders and back as you rubbed your slick cunt against Aemond’s hardening cock. Carnal lust overtook the three of you as bodies toppled onto the sheets, teeth and nails claiming flesh. You curved between them, one leg strewn across Rhaenyra’s hip as Aemond’s cock teased your dripping entrance. He sunk inside, your walls fluttering around him as you adjusted to his girth. Rhaenray’s fingers dipped between your thighs, slowly circling your swollen pearl. Aemond’s teeth sank into your shoulder just enough to send blood blossoming under the skin as your mouth wrapped around one of Rhaenyra’s nipples.
While Aemond set a steady pace, each thrust hitting the delicate spot inside you while Rhaenyra’s fingers slowly sunk into your throbbing cunt to join his cock, making you feel incredibly full. He rolled your warm blood over his tongue, leaning over to capture Rhaenyra in a passionate kiss, sharing the taste of your blood with her. It sent a rapturous feeling roiling deep in your belly, making the band snap as you rode out your peak, becoming a trembling mess as you spilled over Aemond’s cock and Rhaenyra’s fingers. 
You grasped at Rhaenyra’s shoulders as Aemond slipped free, his nose rubbing gently over the mark he had left on your shoulder. Your sister stroked your cheeks, cooing softly as you came undone between them. You felt as if you were soaring through the clouds on Drimmi’s back and allowed yourself to be overtaken by it.
Once you regained your strength, you stood, draping the diaphanous robe of pale pink silk over your bare frame, “Might I tempt you both with a warm bath? I know I would enjoy one.”
You resided in the chambers that once belonged to your ancestor, Visenya, and she had carved an ornate tub into the floor, large enough to accommodate multiple people. You had enjoyed luxurious soaks with Daemon, Aemond, and Rhaenyra in the past, though not all three at once.
“That sounds rather lovely,” Rhaenyra said, and Aemond gave a simple nod of agreement.
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luveline · 6 months
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Hello! Would it be alright to request something where prince!steve and his Princess attend their first formal event together?
tysm for requesting ♡ prince steve au
"Don't spill anything," Steve advises under his breath. "Your corset is alabaster." 
"I know. I feel like breathing the wrong way is gonna crack it like papier mache." 
He snorts, adjusting your hand on his arm to the correct position where you stand around a corner from the grand staircase. You wince as rich laughter bounces off the marble steps, the sound wrought with a feeling akin to hounds snapping at your heels. 
"Your nails look nice," Steve says. 
He's already complimented your face, your hair, and your dress. There's not much left to praise, but he finds something anyhow, and a flush of pleasure warms your skin. "Thank you," you say, looking down at your painted nails, a shimmering mother of pearl lacquer coating each one. The cost rivals a month's groceries. "They had so many colours… we started with red, but I thought it looked silly on me. My hands are weird." 
"Your hands are perfect." His eyes shine with sincerity, lips pulled into an amused smile that feels like a well-aimed bop to the chest. "I can get you more. Nail lacquer, I mean. There's a small Sri Lankan boutique by Cordelian House, they have all that intricate cosmetic stuff. It's where Munson gets his kohl sticks." He smiles at you reassuringly. "I'm trying to distract you. It's not working, is it?" 
"I'm going to mess up. Your mom– the queen–" 
"You can call her my mom. That's what she is." Steve nods his understanding of the things you've said without saying them. "She'll be disappointed if you mess up. But I won't be. I'm proud of you for even putting on the dress. I'd be proud of you if you didn't." 
You lick your lips, cherry balm sticky on the tip of your tongue. "Thank you, Steve." 
He says things like this with little regard for how forward it is. Not that subtlety is required. While antiquated in some aspects, the contemporary royal society is loudly lustful. You and Steve could be intimate together now weeks before the wedding and nobody would bat an eye, but you suspect that he's just as unprepared for that as you are, no matter how gently he covers your hand with his. 
There's a short sound like a bird call. Steve straightens his back, his thumb drawing a half circle across your fingers. "Ready?" he asks. 
You nod. You don't really have a choice. 
They announce you together, Prince Steven and his Soul Marked Y/N. It sounds ridiculous to hear his name after weeks of Please, call me Steve, or anything else but Steven. Doubly so to hear you announced as his and not yourself. A simple 'Miss' would have sufficed. Braced for a night of similar small agonies, you hold tight to Steve's arm and begin your descent down the grand staircase and into the foyer. The palace is a structure of white stone that shines silver in some lights, impossible walls of selenite and gauzy silks. The steps are more solid, a plain marble that clicks under the soles of your short heels. 
"Don't let me fall," you say under your breath, the hush of the crowd nearly occluding your voice completely. 
"Never." You can hear his polite smile. "Don't panic." 
You can't not panic, sweat at your naked collar, pearls like beads of ice bobbing with each step you take. The second you reach the floor you deflate with an exhale, your back clicking at the sudden decompression. There's a brief round of applause at your arrival before the cheery music begins anew, the dancing begins again, and the many faces that surround you blur into jewels and elegant clothes, fabrics coloured manilla white, snailshell purple, emerald green, a rainbow of satins swirling this way and that as girls are pushed into spins to the right of the foyer under the ballroom chandelier. 
"You'll dance with me, yeah?" Steve asks tentatively. 
You meet his eyes, all their soft brown gazing at you like you're worth his worry. His lashes twitch as his gaze darts swiftly down and up again. 
"Do I have something?" you ask, lifting your chin. 
"Lipstick. I can fix it?" He brings his hand to your lips before you've answered, using the trimmed nail of his pinky finger to wipe at your lip. You turn still as a porcelain statue, a shiver rushing down your chest at the warmth of his touch.
"You'll dance with me?" he asks again, his knuckle brushing your chin as he drops his hand. 
"Of course I'll dance with you, Steve. We're expected to." 
He throws a glance at the people around you and steps closer. "I want to dance with you because you want to dance. We don't have to do anything. Not this ball, not the dance. Not the wedding." He sighs. "You have choices." 
"No. I don't." Because there glows your wrist. Threads of translucency like spider web and downy feather combined, a sorry hue of blue. 
"Yes, you do," he whispers. "You want to leave? We'll leave right now. I just want you to be happy, and with me." 
You think about it. The weight of hundreds of eyes on your shoulders and the restriction of your corset is making you nauseous. If you left, that sickness would go. But Steve wouldn't get to dance with you.
"I don't want to leave," you say, not sure if you're lying or not. You'd quite like to have his hands on your hips again. And sometimes before the dip he breathes in your ear, says something soft, like Keep going, you got it. 
"No?" he asks, relieved. 
"No. Let's dance. We need the practice…" You offer your hand. He takes it, the smudge of lipstick on his pinky finger like a heart. "I'm sorry. I want to dance." 
"What are you sorry for?" he asks, leaning down to kiss the highest point of your cheek. "Let's dance. If you mess up, I'll mess up worse. I promise. I'll chicken dance in front of everybody." 
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allysafantasy · 3 months
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Sooooo, I always thought that Ingo should have a Zoroark in his pokemon team but he doesn't. Just thought it will make sense since it will remind him of Emmet. Anyway, here is some random AU of Ingo and Emmet having a Zorua.
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Ingo found Zorua near the entrance of Alabaster Icelands. Zorua was injured, and Ingo quickly tended to its wounds. Though Zorua was happy, it didn't want to return to its wolf pack. So, Ingo decided to sneak Zorua into the Coronet Highlands. To no one's surprise, Melli never caught him, as Zorua pretended to be one of the Pearl Clan members to make him think it was some random business. Ingo's Zorua is extremely timid, and gets scared easily. Currently, Zorua is only used to Ingo and Gliscor so far. Zorua's personality reminded Ingo of someone that looked like him.
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Emmet found Zorua in his kitchen, digging through the trash looking for food. Emmet didn't know how Zorua got into his apartment, but he certainly didn't want Zorua eating trash. Emmet's Zorua is an impish-natured prankster and a trash-eating goblin. Zorua likes to mess with Emmet by interrupting his battles and teaming up with his opponent. He can't tell if this is worse than Ingo using Earthquake with his Haxorus.
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Also, I made some references of Gliscor and Tangrowth so I know how to draw them. I just wanna show it and I certainly didn't expect people to like my submas post so I'll definitely continue to post more until I get bored.
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asksweetdisaster · 1 year
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Sweet: Of all to be mad at it’s still STORM???
((Sorry for the wait XD as usual this updates when i can :) I’m still working towards it’s finale that’s coming up ^^ it’ll all wrap up soon
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disasterbri · 1 year
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Had to make Astral the preggo one this time, cuz for some reason I didn’t have the try for baby option at all on Pearl....
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oliwrites · 10 months
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Needy
relationship: loki x fem!reader
summary: you and loki are celebrating your 100th year of, and you’re feeling quite needy
warnings: 18+ (minors and pearl clutcher please leave), piv sex (not for very long), pet names, loki just being a good husband
word count: 670
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You and Loki were a tangled mess. Skin on skin, breath on breath. Today is the day that marks the 100th year anniversary of you and Loki being wedded. The passion was still clearly there, and the connection was still strong.
“That feels so good” you moaned out, raking your nails down the alabaster skin on his back. He grunted at the pain and jerked his hips harder into yours. You both let out a moan of pure pleasure. You leaned up toward Loki’s neck, trailing love bites down to his collarbone, “Loki… Please…” you moaned in a plea, not entirely sure what you were begging for, but all you knew is that you wanted more.
“I know, my love, I’m right here,” Loki cooed, brushing the loose hair out of your face, before moaning at you clenching around him, “Shit, darling…” He moaned into your neck as he felt himself spasm inside of your tight cunt. You threw your head back as you began to feel a coil build up in your stomach causing you to buck against his hips, in order to get just enough friction.
“Loki.. I—” You started out in a warning moan
“Me too, my love, just wait a second for me, okay, baby? Can you do that for me?” Loki asked, panting for air, his free hand lowering down to your clit, circling it rapidly, making it harder and harder to hold your orgasm.
“Loki… I— I can’t hold it anymore!” You wept out in pleasure. Loki connected his lips to yours, tangling your tongues together in a messy kiss.
“Let go for me, beloved, I’ve got you,” Loki whispered into your mouth, in between your kisses. That was all you needed to release all over him. Waves of pleasure hit you as you bucked against Loki as he released his seed into you. A deep moan left his lips as he threw his head back. Holding his hips to yours, ensuring every drop of him remains inside.
After a few moments, Loki practically collapsed onto you. He breathed into the crook of your neck, inhaling the natural scent of you, now accompanied by the smell of your guys’ strenuous activities. Meanwhile, you laid below him, playing with his hair, twirling it around your finger, and drawing small shapes on his back.
“I love you, Loki” You sighed out in relaxation as you felt the soft patter of his heartbeat against your rib cage.
“I love you more, darling,” Loki replied. The two of you continued to lay there for a little while before Loki spoke up again, “I should run you a bath,” Loki said, attempting to get up, which was quickly stopped by you wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Don’t go.” You murmured into his neck, pressing kisses onto his collarbone. You heard Loki chuckle above you, but he listened and stayed laying down
“My love, I’m not going anywhere. I was just going to run you a bath, that was it, I swear,” Loki replied with a cheeky smile.
“Then take me with you,” You quipped, kissing him.
“My needy, needy girl” Loki chuckled, standing up, grabbing on your hips, to keep you in his arms. You tightened the grip of your legs on his waist as he got up.
He led you into the en-suite bathroom, placing you down on the sink. When he tried to tear away from you, you whined in protest. Loki cocked an eyebrow at your neediness.
“I like it when you’re nearby” you confessed, kissing his lips. Loki laughed, but accepted your kiss.
“We’ve been together for over 100 years, and you can’t let me walk 3 feet to start the bathtub?” Loki mused, caressing your cheek.
“Nope” You replied, popping the ‘p’ in “nope” before giggling and nuzzling into his neck.
“You make things very difficult,” Loki started, before flicking his wrist, magicking the bathtub to start filling up with water at the perfect temperature, “perhaps that’s the reason why I married you,”
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i have no idea where i got these ideas from but i’m rocking with them. i also wrote that when it was like midnight soooo
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choochooboss · 1 year
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Happy 1st Anniversary Pokémon Legends Arceus!!
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Yes, this is a Gintama reference. The legend. The anime ever.
I just wanted to recreate this particular scene with pokémon characters, but then people got so confused on Twitter (which was kinda the point), I came up with this silly context:
"Knowing Ingo's whereabouts, Emmet makes his way to the past by some unorthodox mean and finds himself in Jubilife Village. There he's escorted to Galaxy headquarters where Kamado is shocked to see "young Ingo" which leads to Emmet asking his whereabouts. Kamado, who's suspicious of these space-time-strangers (if they're actually a threat & if Ingo has been faking his amnesia for some devious cause), personally escorts Emmet to Pearl Clan's settlement in Alabaster Icelands where Ingo was last seen (visiting Irida). The clan members tell he left the village with a funnily dressed merchant just a moment ago. Emmet & Kamado follow their footprints deep into the wilderness until they find Ingo and Volo having a conversation (Emmet remembers seeing timetravelling Volo visiting the station a couple of times just days before Ingo's disappearance). Ingo sees Emmet and is very confused, doesn't realise who he is immediately (suspects him a zoroark illusion) while Volo is surprised to see Emmet there and doesn't want him to ruin his plans. Altercation between them follows which leads to Emmet challenging Volo to a pokémon battle. The fighting gets rough, somehow Kamado ends up KO'd as a collateral damage. Meanwhile Ingo is watching the two duke out and suddenly his memories start rushing back all at once and gets so overwhelmed he collapses and starts sliding down a snowy slope; Emmet & Volo see this and run after him. Volo trips Emmet and reaches Ingo first; then Volo gets this crazy idea for an easy escape and hops on his back. Emmet makes a quick decision to copy him and boards Kamado." And so the race starts! His shouting echoes through the icy wilderness... "BLAST OFF!" "FULL SPEED AHEAD!"
TL;DR: I thought it was funny Had I never played Legends Arceus, I would not be here gushing about these two silly train men with you to no end. I really hope there will be more Legends games, and of course, that they would conclude Ingo's story eventually. There's a lonely blorbo somewhere in the universe who needs his twin brother back! Legends Celebi is very potential in terms of the whole time traveling theme... keeping a sharp eye on the future!
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whatiskiss · 2 years
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“Wight Lives Matter” art by - @annathenewt [https://annathenewt.com/]
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fictive-sl0th · 1 year
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𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔
“I always love comfort fics, specifically an overly worried Loki taking care of a sick or injured YN“ request by lovely @lokiprompts ღ
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warnings: injured / sick reader, very lightly implied smut - nothing graphic
“May I have another one of those?“ Loki peeked over Steve’s shoulder, scanning the grand white tray for his secret girlfriend’s favorite pastry. 
“Since when has your taste of Midgardian delicacies evolved into something exquisite, brother?“ Thor snickered from the side, the loose fabric of his sweater almost dipping in Wanda’s hot chocolate as he reached for the pop tarts. 
The witch scoffed huffily, nudging his arm to the side with a jolt of her scarlet magic. “If you dare vitiating my treat, Thor“ Wanda threatened before her half alive, half robot watch dog Vision calmed her down again. 
“Psst“ Nat drew Loki’s attention from the side as he finished rolling his eyes in a form of tedious disbelief he could only find here amongst the Avengers. 
A wordlessly challenging eyebrow rose, emeralds shooting up to meet the Black Widow’s amused glance. Internally, the god pleaded for her not to deliver another childish comment Loki was well fed up with. However, the stake was high.
“Is that for you know who, huh?“ She chirped smugly, the sweet tone of having uncovered a secret dripping from her whisper.
Loki sucked his lower lip in before releasing it with a subtle pop. You were his biggest treasure, the newest and brightest star on his night sky. Never would the god want his so called colleagues to let any comments slip now that you were still weak and needed to rest.
“It is indeed. But I swear to the Allfather, if you tell someone, I shan’t -“
“Loki, relax. I won’t“ she chuckled quietly, patting his shoulder when he sighed in relief, ready to return to his apartment. To the bed you were waiting in. A meek smile made it’s way on the god’s lips who treasured your well-being unlike anything else.
The pastry would surely elevate your mood, he mused to himself, happy with the outcome of today’s food delivery every Avenger was keen on.
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“Loki?“ You called out, your voice heavy with boredom and the pushing wish to just end the prescribed bed rest ahead of schedule. But the proudly smiling god who entered your bedroom with his pearl white teeth exposed by a broad grin made up for it. 
And good.
“How are we feeling, my little Norn?“ He purred, slowly pulling his right arm from behind the door frame and revealing a rose plate with your favorite pastry. Naturally, a smile curled your lips but firstly, it wasn’t the small deliciously smelling treat that drew your attention. 
Loki’s thin sweater got pulled up by the doorframe, revealing his veiny forearms with all those happily flexing muscles proudly holding the plate. Those defined ridges wandered swiftly across his alabaster skin, bending and bobbing with the godly force that lied underneath. Your eyes were spellbound, following the sinful traces all the way up to where they unfortunately disappeared under green fabric.
“Darling? I must apologize, I wrongly assumed this was your favorite kind of Midgardian biscuit“ Loki’s baritone dropped in a hue of disappointment, his teeth bit the oh so velvety lower lip in an adorable embarrassment.
“No, please. It’s my favorite. Thank you so much Lokes“ you reassured him after getting a sought-after grip again. Drooling over this man was your full time job but he didn’t need to know everything, did he?
Satisfied, the tall man pushed his athletic torso off the wall to swagger closer to the bed he had damned you to spend at least half the prescribed amount of time in. God, he could never live with the thought of you, his precious Norn, not recovering. 
The mattress gave way to his heavy body sitting down next to you.
“Closer“ you whined, grabbing his sweater and tugging impatiently, crazy for the feeling of having your ethereal boyfriend hither. Of course, he obeyed with a low chuckle, the duvet sizzling under his shifting and writhing form.
The delicious scent of fresh pastry began to mingle with Loki’s; a perfectly harmonized combination of foggy conifer forests, a hue of leather and the sugary note of cassis. His favorite tea since he started tasting it on your wet lips. 
“Now, how is my little Norn doing?“ He asked once again, trying to stay serious while his smirk grew broader and broader from watching you basically inhaling the pastry. 
“Much better now that you’re back“ you murmured in between hasty chewing. 
But your movements stopped when you felt Loki’s dexterous pointer brushing down your arm and lovingly circling every few centimeters. Physical touch was Loki’s way of love as you now knew and marinated in every second you could feel his body close to yours. 
“Y/n, I am courting you. Please tell me the truth, abstain from this sugary dainty. Can you do that for me, love?“ 
Sighing you surrendered, giving up the fork only for Loki to take it and start to feed you, thus allowing you to lay back again and snuggle up against his hard chest. This was home and you truly had no reason to gloss over your real feelings. The raven haired god whose breathing was so soothingly steady would never judge you. Never.
“It’s a bit better today, honestly“ you began, your core clenching at his approving, deep hum. “Nonetheless, I’m still rather weak so getting out of the bed is, whether my ego likes it or not, a bad idea“ you pouted yet smiling to yourself when Loki’s other hand, just as big as your head, cradled it from on top, toying with a few strands of your hair.
“I will do anything in my might to make this more pleasing for you, darling. Just tell me what you need and I shall make it happen“.
“Stay here. Don’t go“ your voice quietly pleaded, almost too lost in the heavenly feeling of this man’s affection. 
A giggle rumbling though his muscular chest shook your head, making you feign playful protest and pinching his side. Laughing even more he made the plate disappear with a green flash of seidr before carefully pinning your wrists above your head and rolling you over on your back.
There was a magical dominance in his never ending fondness that was quick to infiltrate your thoughts with ideas on how to bide your time with Loki in bed…
“Ah, Ah!“ He chided, booping the tip of your nose with his own. A unique shimmer bloomed in those emerald eyes, curled up to accompany the smile of his lips. “No love making until I am sure you’re well, darling“.
“That’s totally outrageo- ouch“ your brave complaint ended in a whine as your sore body began to ache again. Scrunching your nose and digging your nails in his back you did nothing but waited until the sting subsided.
“Shhh… I’m right here“ Loki’s soft whisper against your ear was like a healing balm, luring your muscles to relax and eventually give you a break. The handsome god knelt between your slightly parted legs, elbows resting on the bed, left and right to your body. A careful posture to avoid hurting you however, so much more than that.
Protecting you like a godly shield.
“Tha- thank you Loki“.
“How does laying in my arm while I read the Asgardian novel sound to my little vixen?“ Loki cooed, peppering a hundred small kisses all over your face until the perfect smile he adored so much returned.
To him your beauty was unmatched. Something entirely rare the god had never seen before, not in any realm nor in any other creature.
Nodding with eyes still shut, you let him position you to rest your head on his tight abs, his left arm placed on your back as if holding you close, occasionally stroking. Loki had told you about Valhalla once. You were sure this was the closest someone had ever been. 
“Det var en gang…“
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translation - once upon a time...
a/n: sorry about the shortness :( I'm super tied up in work and studies and some life-shit at the moment but I still want to write your lovely requests!!
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