[Send ‘fluff me’ or ‘kill me’ into my ask for a cute ramble for our characters, or a ramble of my character killing yours.]
[Yes do it.]
((djsakdlasj WHAT DID YOU GUYS MAKE YOUR HORNS OUT OF?! Those have to be the best ones I've seen yet!! <3 ))
[MY FRIEND MADE THEM FOR ME. They’re model magic and nail polish, really! ]
My Boyfriend and I as Eridan and Feferi, respectively.
<3
My boyfriend and I at Comic-con Australia on Saturday! Eridan and Feferi from Homestuck. Mod!Bryn :D
Anime Expo 2012 - Day 1
(June 29, 2012)
Brock feelin the love from all the Nurse Joys! :D
this is my 9000th post omg
the male nurse joy in the back with the pink mustache I cannot
Ohmygod yes XDD
((MY EYES ARE CRYING FROM THAT AU POST! dsjkadjsklajdklas You always know how to touch my feels. AND FUCK FIFTY SHADES OF GREY. I read the back and thought the overall plot sucked. SO THE CHICK WANTS TO GET INTO HIS PANTS AFTER SEEIN' HIM ONCE, SO WHAT?))
[IT IS SO TERRIBLE, SUCH A TERRIBLE BOOK. HE WANTS TO KILL HER AND SHE WANTS A FUCK, I DONT GET IT. *hands tissues* <3 ]
[i’m sorry guys i can’t do anymore ‘fuck me’ prompts i’m so bad at smut omg.]
[It’s like fifty shades of grey all up in this shit]
Fuck me!
His wife, his beautiful wife. Sure, he had been with her in bed many times - but this was different for him, They were married. It was their wedding night and they were situated in the bedroom of the small, neat home he owned. He stood aside the bed - removing each painstaking piece of the Nightingale armor clasped to his body. She was absent, for the time being, changing perhaps.
After stripping down to his undershirt and loin cloth - he was lost. For once, in terms of intimacy, he had no idea where to go. Should he lean against the wall and wait for her? Lay on the bed, and wait? Seek her out? What was a Nord to do?
Before he had time to make an answer, she arrived, knocking upon the timber door frame as if to say ‘I’m here.’ At this, he turned to see his wife. She looked as beautiful as ever, the curls from her wedding hair cascading down her shoulders, her makeup still intact.. but the most amazing part of it was the absence of her dress.
Clinging to her body instead was a white bodice, trimmed with what appeared to be small pearls. Atop this, she wore a simple gossamer gown which hung around her body, nearly invisible to the eye. Her hands wrung together, but he approached immediately - tugging them apart.
“You look beautiful.” He told her, raising her hands to his lips where he kissed each knuckle. With the second hand, he kissed up her wrist and all the way to her shoulder - his hands then dropping to take her waist.
”When I stray’d with my love to the pure crystal fountain, That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.” he repeated the old words quietly, his lips brushing against her neck. A hand pried his head up and a pair of soft lips met his own. A hand tangled in his hair and pulled him close - forcing him to push his love against the nearby wall.
He dropped his hands from her waist, wrapping them around her back before clasping her ass in them rather firmly. With this, he lifted her clean off of her feet - supported by the wall. His hands tore hungrily at her bodice, practically tearing away the gown she wore atop it. “By the gods, I love you.” he told her in a soft mumble, as the bodice fell away from her chest and hit the wood floor below.
His lips grazed across each breast with great admiration before he swooped her into his arms from the wall. In the small room, he only had to turn to be able to lay her upon the bed which was coated in finest linen sheets he could gather. He licked his finger and lent over to the sideboard, snuffing out the candle and plunging the room into darkness.
[I am so not smutty it’s not funny]
telindil replied to your post:“I’m in need of a little spot in the Ratway. How much coin do you require?”“My life? Why do you care thief?”
“The more frightened a man is for his life, the more coin they’d dish out to be saved, Lad. Now how much’ve you got?”
