Devastating: cult leader bhaalspawn fumbled by pet names. More at 11.

Boys Club! ✨⚔🍁🩸 to go with the girls' club

Stickers and other fun stuff are available here - mix and match them for all your handholding combination dreams!

Smoochin

Mmmm medication :) I love you medication. Modern medicine makes my life so much better. "Ohh you're so young maybe you'll want to taper off..." no thank you, I will keep taking the pills that resolve my symptoms :) thank you pharmacology I love you

im cooking

its always very amusing to me when i read a yyh fic that states that demons sleep less than humans / dont need as much sleep. and are talking about that in regards to hiei. like im sorry but that little bastard is the sleepiest bitch in the whole show. thats bullshit hiei himself would try to tell people any time hes having problems sleeping

The GALS ⚔️🔥🌙

The BOIS 🗡️⚡️🩸

(or, the Gals Part Two, if you will.)

the outcome

it is up to you to decide whose portrait was destroyed

Making friends at the yarn show 🐑🐈

I’ve now had multiple people tell me they ship these characters…fibre crafts yuri 🌈🧶

Just kitties

“I am the prince,” you huff. Your cheeks are rose bright in fury and embarrassment.

“Then start acting like it,” your knight grunts. He presses one hand over your mouth. The calluses are hard against your soft lips. His other hand tugs down your pants.

He has you pinned against the side of your bed. You couldn't move if you wanted to. Those thick, calloused fingers dip into your center, coming back wetted with your arousal. At his touch you nearly collapse.

“My prince, you're practically dripping. Let's get you out of those clothes before you ruin them.” He takes his hand off your mouth and begins stripping you as easily as he would doff his own armor.

“You can't treat me like this,” you hiss. Anger makes you want to dig your nails into him and leave thick raised lines behind.

As you spoke he had stripped himself bare as well. “Stop me then.” He pushes your chest, causing you to topple backwards onto your blankets. He parts your thighs. “Give the order. Command me, and I will stop.”

You snarl at him even as a shiver of desire rolls through you. He smirks. It's an easy thing to step between your knees, to return a hand to your mouth and lean his weight on you so that you're firmly held against the mattress. His other hand reaches for your center again. He slicks his fingers, pumping them in and out of you, smiling at your muffled moans. When he turns those fingers to the head of your cock you jolt as if struck by lightning. No one had ever touched you there. And here he was, thick fingers toying with you, stroking you like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. That, perhaps, was the thing that unraveled you the fastest. You arched your back, hips canting up to meet his hand as your orgasm rushed through you. In that moment you were thankful that his hand was over your mouth after all.

Your knight grins and pulls his hands back. Once you've caught your breath he speaks. “Order me to stop. This will be the last chance I give you tonight. Order me or submit and be my plaything to use to get pleasure however I see fit. Command me to stop, or give up being the prince with me for just one night.”

You glare up at him from the bed. “Don't you dare stop.”

been thinking about them a lot lately