#veska

[pirateshanty]

Bad ending !

[wannastayugly]

Vesemir and Luka drawings. <3 Because veska is super adorable too.

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[jars-artcollection]

they're boy best friends<3

reblogs are appreciated but do not repost

[spinariosthorn]

On 5 March 2022, Sessho-seki, the famous stone in Nasu, Japan, under which the legendary nine-tailed kitsune Tamamo-no-Mae was sealed, was found split in two.

After 1,000 years of imprisonment, the legendary kitsune is back on the loose.

Ten-chan? Is that you? Can I have your phone number now?

[maggiedrawsathing]

Some doodles of my tiefling bardlock Rosie and her gurlfriend, @ajmakesart ‘s drow barbarian

[tantumuna]

61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

Luka/Vesemir

Luka x Vesemir Rating: E cw: subtle daddy kink, spanking other tags: established relationship, modern AU __

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Vesemir glanced up from his morning paper and cup of coffee to the very obvious sight of mostly Luka’s ass. The denim shorts he’d struggled into that morning covered a good portion of him, but his cheeks hung out, decorated with the frayed hems. With it, Luka adorned a loose graphic t-shirt which didn’t give the impression that he had any plans for the day besides ruining Vesemir’s life.

If he were going to go out like that, Vesemir might have something to say. Not that he didn’t firmly believe Luka could wear whatever he pleased, because he could. He was a grown man and could make his own decisions, but those shorts seemed distinctly bedroom worthy, not going to the grocery store worthy. If Vesemir didn’t know better, he would have thought they were a horrible fashion trend of denim panties.

“Luka,” Vesemir said.

All he won in response was Luka’s pretty little hum as he wagged his hips back and forth. In one hand, he had a coffee mug, and in the other, the coffeepot, so Vesemir knew better than to go right up to him and start something. If Luka burned himself, Vesemir would be in the doghouse for the next month, at least.

“You have any plans for the day?”

“Nooope, not that I know of.” Luka finished pouring his coffee and turned around to lean against the counter. “Why do you ask?”

The front of Luka’s shorts was more obscene than the back. Impossibly tight, they showed off the curve of his soft cock, and they sat low enough that Vesemir traced the vee of his hips and his smooth skin. He couldn’t have any underwear on underneath, which did little to quell Vesemir’s growing arousal. The things Luka worked himself into just to show himself on were always a sight, and Vesemir’s cock throbbed.

“Just—asking.”

With a smirk, Luka sipped at his coffee. “We both know that’s not true. Tell me what you really want to say, Vesemir.”

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunchtime.”

“Oh, is that a threat?”

“We can make it right now, if you prefer. Seems like someone needs to set you straight.”

“Why do you think I took a shower this morning, Daddy?”

Vesemir set down his paper and his coffee with a look on his face that sent a shiver down Luka’s spine. How to press Vesemir’s buttons was an art form Luka was well-versed in, and he always loved getting exactly what he wanted. That included the hunger in Vesemir’s eyes, the way he stomped across the kitchen and grabbed Luka by the hips, and the force of his kiss. Luka melted into it, moaning as teeth nipped into his lips and Vesemir’s tongue probed him.

As they kissed, Vesemir tore open Luka’s shorts. Once the zipper was down, he yanked the shorts off Luka’s hips and pulled away from the kiss to look down and see just as he imagined—Luka had nothing on underneath them, and his cock stood half-hard with no touch at all. Vesemir yanked on the shorts again until they were halfway down Luka’s thighs.

“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?” Luka asked.

With a grunt, Vesemir twisted Luka around and shoved him into the counter. Luka caught himself on his hands and pushed back against Vesemir, not quite ready to give up without a fight. As Vesemir pressed into him, he trapped Luka there. Luka couldn’t escape, but he didn’t want to, either. Especially not as Vesemir’s arms came around and planted his hands on the counter.

“I’m going to beat you,” Vesemir whispered with a sensuous grind of his hips.

Placated for the moment, Luka kept his hands on the counter as Vesemir stole one back to cup around his neck and tilt back his head. Vesemir pecked his jaw, pulling a weak sound from Luka’s throat.

“When you’re feeling more agreeable, maybe I’ll fuck you.”

“Fuck,” Luka hissed.

Knowing he wasn’t winning this round by getting everything he wanted, he dropped his chest defeated to the counter. He knew after a thorough, hard spanking, he would do anything Vesemir wanted of him, including taking his tender, red ass back upstairs and fucking himself on his fingers until Vesemir was happy enough with him to offer his cock.

[legendaryjarcollection]

there are like four and a half luka/vesemir fics in total and half of them have luka characterized as this kind of motherly and sweet person when in reality, both he and vesemir are the parent stealing their kids bike meme

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