I’d Go Down On My Knee Immediately

a new art from the queen herself <3 happy birthday to me

sharing this masterpiece because ilameys deserves more appreciation fr fr

can i just experience a little romance....... a tiny bit of love.... maybe a kiss.... and holding hands

There was no miscommunication. Alicent just heard what she wanted to hear. Earlier that day Viserys dragged his corpse ass to the throne room to reaffirm Rhaenyra as his heir and Velaryon boys as future heirs of the Iron Throne and Dritmark respectively. Alicent just used his dead man mumbling as an opportunity to do what she wanted to do all along

gonna try to get some tasks done today

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

SYN | As the daughter of Duke Balon, you yearn for affection that isn’t born from greed. As a knight in training and a sucker for his childhood friend, Eijirou just wants to make you feel good.

CW |fem!reader, squire!eijirou, lady!y/n, soft dom!eijirou, praise, cunnilingus, natural redhead!eijirou, implied childhood friend!tetsu and eijirou, mutual pining, MINORS DNI! THIS BLOG IS 18+

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AUTHORS NOTE |i’m back :)

this is how the fire starts. this is how we burn.

“MORNIN’ BESSIE,” Eijirou hums to the horse, kicking open the stall door with his heel. A hefty waft of what can only be described as animal rushes past him and his bucket of soapy water. With a sigh, the natural redhead picks up Bessie’s bridle to push the bit between her teeth, hooking the leather over her head. Eijirou walks her out of the stall and into the field, setting the bucket on the soft grass. He grabs the sponge to ring it out before finally slapping it on her back.

Eijirou’s been working for the Balon’s ever since he was a little boy. His hair was darker then. He was a scrawny kid, who didn’t understand half the world and what was in it and yet, had seen too much for his age. Upon turning seven, he, along with a few other commoners, were called upon by Lord Balon to fill the gaps dead men left during the Great Battle of Douaï. He’s much older now. His hair’s gone from dark brown to bright orange, and he’s a squire, so close to being a knight he tastes it. Many of the boys he came with lay rotting where they fell with swords in their bellies and their heads on mantles. Since their passing, Eijirou found his place among the other nobles. And…among you.

There’s a reason Eijirou washes the horses this early in the morn.

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Bakugou and his Breeding Kink

Once again, a completely cannon opinion of mine. Source: trust me bro. Also, feel free to give me suggestions on what yall want. Im open to everything but spit. I hate spit. Everything else is on the table. Well no, ykw. No: daddy kink, spit, scat, feet. Yes: everything else.

He wouldn’t notice this kink until yall started getting freaky. And even then he still wouldnt acknowledge the burning desire to leave his load seeping out of you. Just one day he’d get permission to come inside you and concluded that he fuckin loved it. Almost downright begged to after. Wants to see you swole with his seed

“Fuck. Damn it. Im gonna cum.” He gasped into your neck as you squeezed down on him. His thrusts were getting messy and harder. He no longer held the delicacy with his motions with his primal instict taking over.

“Inside Katsuki.” You reminded. “Please.” You had barely gotten over your first orgasm as he was cumming. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His jaw clenched hard as his body started to tense and untense rapidly. His mouth fell open against your neck. He moaned as quietly as he could before his hips stuttered.

That was the only warning you got before a hot rush of milky liquid squirted inside you. He cursed through his moans and gritted teeth. Now he was normally a heavy cummer, so much that he’d get embarrassed. But it felt like his ropes just wouldnt falter. He slammed his cock deep inside you, no longer being able to trust without whining at his sensitivity.

There was a long pause after the 4th heavy rope of cum where he was just stuck. His hands gripping your waist was sure to leave burises after. He held you from squirming as he moaned- no whimpered. His body was stuck in a blissful pleasure before his final rope. His whole body was tensed and his eyes rolled back.

Then suddenly, you felt a final load that exploded inside yoh. He moaned in needy tone you’ve never heard before. You moaned with him at the warm, full feeling.

After his last load he practically fainted down onto you. “Fuck.” He was breathing heavy. You started to get concerned, “Katsuki, are you okay? You’ve never lost control-“ “Can we do it again?” You paused at his sudden interruption, “Inside, can I cum inside again?” Your eyes widened, his skin was flushed a deep red and his eyes refused to meet yours. You smiled, “Of course.”

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