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Got back to brilliant Diamond but I think my switch ran out and I forgot to save last time 'cus Esther's an egg again :'(

ESTHER IS BACK!!!!

#Tuuw talks #Makerofmadness #YEEEEAHHH

SKUL’S COMING TO SWITCH AND I’M UNBEARABLY EXCITED

#skul the hero slayer #rukart #YEEEEAHHH

the end of the season always makes the boys feel bittersweet.

they’re combating that feeling now in celebration, in their sex cove, warmed up on the taste of liquor and the sweetness of each other’s tongues. link’s got rhett right where he wants him, under him, and he’s flexing his strong thighs to help him bounce. rhett’s lodged up inside him, thick, hot, stinging, full, and link grinds into the fuckering as he has been for many blissful, disoriented hours.

rhett’s big hands hold him in place as link works his body. every muscle is tight, strained with the force of sex that lasts a little too long and the tipsy buzz that won’t quit. link’s head is fuzzy and his chest is messy with slick from a previous round, his energy is waning and he’s exhausted, sore in the bones and the heat of his insides, but the way rhett’s looking at him makes him drunk all over again.

rhett’s curls are wild, disheveled, his face damp with sweat. his cheeks, forehead, and neck are blush-stained and his cute little tongue pokes out over his bottom lip, looking up at his boyfriend as link keeps him pinned, using him. there’s nothing link likes more than being seated on rhett, filled with his thickness and his slick, rolling his hips as he begs for one last push.

“come on, baby. give it to me,” link slurs as if rhett hasn’t already been. he’s weak, they both are, and link braces himself by his hands on rhett’s perfect chest. he grinds on the meat, bounces barely inches, fucks rhett with insistence. rhett’s heavy breaths rise his chest under link’s hands and there’s a tiredness in rhett’s eyes that only link can fuck into him.

“you give it to me,” rhett counters, gripping his thumbs into link’s hips.

snarling, link leans to nip-kiss rhett’s beardy, reddened lips, using the last of his strength to rise himself, launching his ass back down with renewed vigor. he’s almost numb, but not quite, and rhett’s unwavering hardness sends shocks through his spine. the haze of alcohol is wearing off, but rhett’s drug only strengthens him. link pushes, pushes, fucks a little harder, then harder still, all the while rhett holding his itty-bitty waist in his big-biggy hands.

link fucks himself on rhett’s swollen cock, increasing the pressure in his belly as he leans, bounces high and slams himself down. he’s back up to a thrilling tempo in a second, riding rhett in earnest, throwing his head back, whining. rhett watches him with dark eyes, whispers, “yeah, yeah, one last time,” as link howls for an orgasm he has to strain to find, inner thighs burning with tension.

link powers himself into finish and leaks weakly from his cock as rhett spills the last of himself inside him. link can feel it, sticky, dripping, but he fucks through it. his ass is clenched vice-like on his man and rhett grunts like it hurts, and it does, but link doesn’t stop riding ‘til he’s satisfied beyond the point of pain.

and you and i both know he’s not easily satisfied.

#rhink #lemon #headcanons #necessary #powerbottom!link #yeeeeahhh

stars don’t fall easily

more dark doodles because my headphones can’t tune out the sound of artillery fire, machine guns, and apache helicopters 🙃

#another day in paradise 🌴#another one of those 'joseph is right' moments #YEEEEAHHH #anyway i hope everyone else is enjoying better ambiance #oc rook #my art #doodle

Sunday Six

Actually this is not Adlock, but rather me shipping my Adlock offspring OC, Mercy and another Salem-based OC in a very weird Lord-of-the-Rings-slash-Underworld-Blood-Wars-slash-Salem-minus-the-devil-worship-slash-Adlock AU. Yeeeeahh… I’ve been living in the weird this weekend. Go, multi-fandom!

She draws in a deep breath to collect herself, but her fingers are still trembling. Out of the corner of her eye she sees her mother’s figure standing at the doorway.

Semira says nothing, only stands silently, her eyes burning into her daughter’s in death just as they did in life. Mercy cringes away from the word “burn” and finds she cannot meet her mother’s eye.

After a small pause, Mercy lifts her chin and heads toward the doorway, still not meeting Semira’s gaze. “It will not change anything. He will not change anything.”

“Won’t he?”

Her mother’s voice – cold and smooth, one of the things that did not change when Irene Adler became Semira – makes the hairs on the back of Mercy’s neck rise. She tries to pass by Semira’s immaterial form, but she freezes at her tone.

“Did I burn for naught, Marcianna? Will this cur who broke his promise and your heart stand in the way of what we have worked for your whole life?”

Mercy’s eyes gleam, cold and hard, in the moonlight as she finally meets Semira’s gaze. “It will not change anything… He means nothing to me now.”

#yeeeeahhh #that's more than six #another little boat that floated off the adlock yacht #sunday six #my work #adlock au