#ask response

[officialclangen]

can a cat grieve for a dead clanmate if it was not their relative or mentor/apprentice?

Yup! It's dependent on their relationship to the cat :] Just happens that most strong relationships are towards relatives and mentors/apprentices

☆ Fable ☆

[phantomarine]

Would Cheth win against the Chocolate Guy?

I was wondering who this was yesterday so I had to look him up

cheth would absolutely lose to him

and would also want to take him out for drinks and go "HOW THE HELL"

[yakichoufd]

oh no! Out of sandwich bread? Here Scott, have some soup 🍜

no comfort for Scotty.

[tiredsn0w]

I think we could fix 049 with some soup, a gardening session with 5a82, a sword, and tea

Gardening session gone wrong

[my-lil-s1llyme4t]

I love your art! can you draw alpha dave? (if that's okay to ask)

- Sure thing dude. Take two.

- Well I did this drawing bc I thought the one I drew first looked more like a beta Dave, sooo…. I decided to make a lovely drawing of Dave and Dirk) Hope you’ll like it mate.

- Like this Dave, looks dangerously sweet ;]💛

-Undead

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Okay but imagine sex pollen with Miguel fucking you on your back and then even when he cums he just keeps going and it’s spilling out and refractory period who and you’re overstimulated and he’s like no no you’re not allowed to tap out and he — and he —!!!!!

Sorry

MONA. You put me in a fucking MOOD LMFAO This is way longer than I intended. And its pure filth 🫣

Word Count: 2k+

NSFW below the cut.

Part 2

...

Earth 703- A post-apocalyptic world in which New York was nothing more than a ferocious jungle.

You stared off into the distance, the familiar city skyline overrun by wild flora and thick green vines sneaking in through broken windows and cracked concrete. 

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, eyes now trained on the massive dragonfly that whizzed by you. Miguel grunted, punching a large finger over the screen of his watch.

The mission was supposed to be simple: Catch the anomaly—send them back to their own universe—go home. That’s it. No detours, no distractions. In and out.

“Are we close?” You questioned, pressing up against Miguel’s side at the sight of another massive insect, “I wanna get the hell outta here.”

“We just missed him.” He sucked his teeth. His mask disappeared in a flash of digital pixels to reveal his scowling face, narrowed red eyes and brows furrowed in frustration.

You’ve been wandering around the city for forty-five minutes, trekking through the godforsaken jungle with no luck. The anomaly, a Prowler from some random universe (you couldn’t remember, you weren’t paying attention at the meeting), was clever, quickwitted, and inconspicuous. You’d wished Miguel had chosen Jess for this one, but he’d refused. He’d used the excuse of her pregnancy but really, she’d already complained to you beforehand that the humidity would do her hair no favors. 

“What now?” You questioned, plopping down at the base of a bulky tree trunk a few feet away. The trees were so massive that the branches seemed to kiss the sky, monstrous green leaves blocking out most of the morning sunlight.

“Keep lookin’,” he huffed, running his fingers through his hair, “we’re getting close.”

“Miguel,” you whined, your head thumping back against the trunk, “you said that forty-five minutes ago.”

“Get up,” he demanded, shooting out a web of electric red to swiftly pull you toward him. You yelped, crossing the distance within seconds, crashing into Miguel's sturdy body.

“I hate when you do that.” Your words were muffled by his broad chest, peeling your sweaty cheek away from the synthetic material of his suit. The tiniest smile ghosted over his lips. 

“I know.” 

… 

You’d left Miguel on his own for a few minutes. 

You’d gotten distracted, swinging up into one of the treetops to observe one of the colorful parrots squawking in the distance. It’d looked just like the ones back home, except this one was enormous, probably bigger than a medium-sized dog. 

“Fuck!” You’d heard Miguel yell from down below, spitting out curses in Spanish, choking on the words as coughs racked his body. He’d been waving his hands in front of his face to clear his vision to no avail. You watched as his body reacted immediately to whatever it was that ailed him, his body hunching over as if in pain.

“Miguel!” You dropped to your feet in front of him and attempted to reach for him, but he recoiled, fearing your touch. 

“Stay back!” he wheezed, crouching down and holding his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as his body trembled, his fingers weaving through his thick hair strands to violently tug from the root.

“Stop,” you scolded, getting on your knees in front of him to pry his hands away, “tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you.” You shoved him down by the shoulders so that he was sitting with his knees out, bringing a hand to his face and yanking it up by his chin. His eyes, normally a mahogany shade glowed a disturbing red, his pupils dilated. 

“Ran into a plant,” he forced the words from his throat, his skin gleaming with sweat, “s-some flower, I don’t know, some kind of pollen.” He groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit, ok, ok, ok, we can fix this,” you panicked, placing the back of your hand against his forehead. He was burning, skin blistering hot. “Where does it hurt.”

Miguel remained silent, breathing harshly through his nostrils as beads of sweat began to trickle down his face. He looked down between his legs and you followed his line of vision. Oh. OH.

His bulge was tenting through his suit, fighting against the restraints of the digital fabric. The area glimmered brightly before his cock burst through the pixels, flopping out and twitching with need.

Miguel was big. 

His cock stood tall and proud, bobbing against his stomach, the tip leaking a thin bead of precum that ran down his length. 

You stared for a moment, transfixed on the angry red tip before you found your voice. “Miguel—”

“You need to go,” he spat viciously, his fangs protruding as if to scare you away, “if you don't I’ll—” He stopped himself, lips pressed into a tight line as his chest began to heave. You could hear his heart rate accelerate with every passing second.

“Let me help you,” you whispered, your hand hovering over his cock. He looked away from you, his skin flushed from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. “Miguel, please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want to force—”

“You’re not forcing me,” you breathed, letting the pad of your finger tap against his tip, smearing his precum over the surface. Your cunt throbbed, squeezing tight with an overwhelming desire to be filled. “I want to.” You cooed, your tone causing his eyes to flutter. 

Miguel grunted, grabbing your hand and placing it over his throbbing cock.

“Then help me.” He hissed.

…

You needed a new suit. Immediately.

Miguel had torn into it, ripping the seams apart from the crotch, all the way up to your neck, revealing your chest and glistening pussy. You had no time to complain, mewling when he spread your thighs apart with his large hands, his eyes trained on the heat between your legs before diving in to eat from you.

You squealed, your hands flying to his head as he kissed and licked and spit over your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit. His tongue dipped into your hole a few times before licking one long stripe up to your bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.

Okay—you’ve had your pussy eaten before, but goddamn never like this, never like it was a matter of life or death, as if your pussy alone was the answer to all things.

Miguel continued his ministrations, releasing a growl every few moments, licking to oblivion until you thought his jaw would lock. 

He made you see stars, groaning loudly as you gushed into his mouth. He savored your tangy taste as he lapped at your wet folds, making sure to lick up every drop he could find. 

His mouth and chin were soaked in your juices when he came back up, and it shot a fresh wave of arousal through your veins. His hand reached out to cup your face, his thumb smearing over the traces of his cum dotting across your cheek when you’d sucked him off earlier, catching some of it in your mouth before he'd pulled out, wanting to paint your face with it at the last moment. 

He dipped his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to clean it as he slid his cock over your messy pussy, smearing the underside in your juices. His body shook with need, his eyes glazed and lidded, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he whimpered something about you being so wet.

He pulled out his thumb from your mouth with a pop and watched how you panted underneath him, your exposed skin now covered in a sheen of sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, positioning your legs over his shoulders before draping himself over you, folding you in half, “I’m sorry if I’m not gentle.”

Gentle? You were a big girl, you didn’t need him to be—

You cried out as soon as he pressed his fat head into your tiny hole, forcing your pussy to open up for him as he pushed in deeper without giving you much time to adjust.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, your hands scrambling to grip his arms as he began to thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you at a bruising pace. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Miguel began to babble, grunting when your cunt squeezed the life from him, the slick noises of your drenched pussy egging him on. 

Maybe…gentle would have been nice knowing now how big he was, but you understood the circumstances of the situation. This was meant to be anything but gentle.

He had you coming again, your back arching and your bare chest pressing against his clothed one before he filled you with his own spend, pushing it as deep as he could into you. He pulled out harshly causing you to moan, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy before slapping his length over your folds a few times and dipping back in.

He fucked you harder this time until your pussy throbbed and burned from the size of him, filling you up with so much of his cum, and delighting in the way it dripped out of you. 

“Again.” He grunted, pushing his cock into your convulsing walls, slamming in deep as he licked and sucked on your nipples, leaving red love marks over your skin. You sobbed from the pleasure, feeling his weight push you into the ground.

“I can’t!” You cried, pushing weakly against his shoulders.

“You can and you will.” Miguel commanded. He couldn’t stop, barely giving you a minute to catch your breath after making you both cum again before sinking into your searing heat, stretching you beyond your limits.

You were lightheaded and spent, losing count of the number of orgasms he’d given you. Miguel growled, pulling out his cock from your abused hole and shooting his load over your body. He pressed it into your skin, smearing it over your breasts and tender nipples, down your abdomen, and finally, over your burning pussy. 

He paused, his eyes tracing over your fucked out form before reaching down to pump himself with the leftover cum in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Hermosa,” he whispered, draping himself over you again, “I can’t stop, you feel too good. So fucking tight.” He slurped your nipple into his hot mouth, sucking the taste of him from your skin as he pushed his large cock into you. 

Your eyes fluttered and you cried out, your fingers digging into the earth, focusing on nothing but Miguel's rich voice:

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m—

…

It was nightfall by the time Miguel was satiated.

You felt weak, eyes heavy with sleep and body limp. Miguel sat against a tree and had you cradled in his arms, your body nestled comfortably between his legs. He rested his head over yours, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt trapped in your hair. 

“See that flower?” He muttered, pointing straight ahead at a few giant white daisies clustering around a tree. They were massive, like everything else in that universe, the stems taller than Miguel when he was standing at his full height. You nodded sleepily, ignoring the ache in your still exposed cunt. “Don’t go near it.”

“Got it.” You absentmindedly played with the frayed pieces of your suit, letting Miguel shield your exposed skin from the elements.

You probably should’ve left already, should’ve gone back to HQ for a much-needed shower and rest, probably schedule another meeting, but Miguel wouldn’t budge, his grip on you tightening whenever you so much as shifted against him.

“Quèdate quieta.” He grunted.

“Miguel,” you protested, “we have to go home. The anomaly—”

“I know, hermosa,” he murmured softly, “I know.” You never seen him this soft before, nor speak in such a gentle way, not with anyone and least of all, not with you.

You both sat there in silence, processing what happened while listening to the sounds of the jungle, the birds chirping in the distance, the leaves rustling in the gentle wind. You sighed, playing with his interlocked fingers over your stomach. It was strangely intimate (despite everything else that happened), having him coddle you. 

“Miguel?”

“Mm?” 

“You better get me a suit like yours.” 

“What’s wrong with the fabric ones from HQ?”

“It’s a waste if you’re just gonna rip it off again.” You heard him snort out a breath, just the tiniest thing that implied he understood your meaning. You were hoping this wouldn’t be the first nor last time you’d be under him. “We got a deal?” 

Miguel chuckled, his hand leaving the safety of your abdomen to venture down into your sopping-wet folds. You bit your lip, spreading your tired thighs, whimpering as his thick fingers swirled inside.

“Deal, Hermosa.”

...

Quèdate quieta- Keep still

[urxdadd]

[attleboy]

time for my favorite kind of audience interaction! completely spontaneous!!! :D sequel to this based off what people said i should do with her... @royalphantompain

@protodoggy

can't swim. idiot (don't get mad at me i can't swim either)

@frog4278

@zellawrs

@vanillawaferstudios @scentedrascalwobblerflap

@lemonpuffxxx @all-seeing-tomato

@miguxadraws

well it appears we killed her! good job team!! :D [clap clap]

it's fine she'll be fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. probably

[officialclangen]

found this account while scrolling nd just wanted to drop in and say: everyone on this team has done an awesome job with the game and the community, nd i'm so glad to be apart of it :3

Thank you so much! The community here is wonderful and so kind, y'all play an equal part in how great ClanGen is <3

☆ Fable ☆

[didthekingdieyet]

im boorrreeeeddddd whens he gonna be died

[phantomarine]

There’s something very poetic about the seaghosts being able to even read godspeak. that would include cheline’s markings…

never forget

[yakichoufd]

Really love your drawing about dadclops and every ships with scott!!

Btw warren x scott seems really cute in ur new comics,I’m looking forward for more…really love it!

Have a nice day!

I am glad you enjoy what I post! Warren/Scotty is really one of my fav ship (it can be romantic or platonic) they have this fun energy together. Warren will have some important part in my comic Hot for Scott hehe! I wrote him extra silly. I like that Scott is the orphan who has nothing and Warren is the one with everything. You can really play around with that and see they are at the same level, even if their backgrounds are completely the opposite. Plus having a socially clueless character with a more confident one is always fun!

[tzitzimitl-eztli]

I was inspired by these two ideas to do this, thanks hdoshdje and metzonall1

the lost child :breakfast

[gomzdrawfr]

Kitty soap rubbing himself on everyones legs leaving fur behind on their pants?

another menace joined the chat

affectionate lil kitty

Also kitty!Soap almost never leaves Ghost so expect to see his fur on Ghost 24/7

[xbellaxcarolinax]

imagine Miguel and trying to stay quiet but he’s hell bent on getting you to make noise for him so he starts working HARDER and biting you to get you to moan for him — 🥵🥵🥵

Hope you like <3

NSFW under the cut

...

You wanted to scream, your throat tight with pressure.

You fought to keep it together, slapping a hand over your mouth while you obediently bounced on Miguel’s cock. This position was always a mission, your thighs spread a little too wide to accommodate him, his large cock reaching parts deep within you that you didn't know were possible. 

He had a bruising hold on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you at the speed he wanted. 

“Too quiet,” he grunted in protest, eyes trained on your face, “you know I hate it when you’re quiet.” 

“Y-you know damn well why I’m quiet.” You argued weakly, your hands flying to grip his shoulders tightly, nails biting into his tanned skin. You tossed your head back at a particularly intense thrust, chest heaving and pussy throbbing with need and arousal. 

Miguel made a noise of disapproval at your words, brows furrowed as he concentrated, his hand now roaming to grasp one of your tits.

“Don’t care.” Of course, he didn’t.

You were in one of the restrooms at HQ, shoved into a stall that barely held enough space for the width of Miguel’s broad shoulders, let alone the both of you for a quick fuck session. It was a tight fit, even when he sat on the lid of the toilet, forcing you over his lap with a simple tug of your waist.

Not the most convenient place to be in a compromising position. 

“Y-you should,” you whimpered, biting your lip at the delicious stretch of him, “a-anyone could walk in and hear.”

“Don’t care,” he repeated roughly, his red eyes observing the way you were creaming over his cock, “wanna hear you.” He grabbed you by the nape suddenly, pressing you against him so that he had complete access to your pretty neck.

He began to nose at the skin, inhaling the scent of your floral perfume mixed with the sweat of the current activity, before sucking a bruise. You moaned as he nibbled at your neck, gently at first, tugging and licking before he got the mark to his desired shade. The area bloomed with color, bright red, and angry.

“That’s it,” he cooed, grinning against your neck when more whimpers fell from your lips, “let me hear you." You choked out a moan, biting your lip as he continued to spear you in all the right ways, his hands gripping the bottom of your thighs to easily lift you up, only to slam you back down again. 

You arms snaked around his sweat slicked shoulders, your fingers gripping his hair as you cried out—finally—your achy cunt coating you both in your slick.

"Fuck," you cried, your eyes glazing over with tears, his cock hitting the perfect spot, "M-miguel!"

He hummed, licking a stripe down your neck before sinking his fangs into you, piercing through your skin at a superficial level, but he knew it'd be enough.

You came with a loud moan, gushing all over his cock, your juices running down his length and over his thighs. He didn't stop bouncing you on his cock, chasing his own pleasure. Your slick pussy pulsated over him, the wetness helping to glide easily in and out of you. 

"Fuck," he groaned, licking the metallic taste off your neck as he came deep inside, shoving his hips tightly against yours, "goddamn."

You dropped your forehead on his shoulder, catching your breath. Your hips ached from the position and you knew you'd be feeling the ache of your muscles and cunt for a few days.

Miguel removed his hold from under your thighs, wrapping his arms around your waist. He felt your rapid heart beat on his chest and smiled, nuzzling his face in your hair. 

"Oi!" Hobie's distinct voice echoed into the restroom, "you both done havin' a shag?" You went rigid in Miguel's arms, shrinking against his chest in pure mortification.

"Fuck off, Hobie," Miguel growled, slamming a fist against the wall of the stall to make a point. 

"Just tryin' to wash my hands boss." he chuckled, his boots squeaking under the linoleum floors.  The faucet goes off for a moment, then the paper towel dispenser before Hobie leaves. "Clean up after yourselves, yeah?"

You groaned when you heard the bathroom door swing closed, keeping yourself tight against Miguel as if he’d shield you from the embarrassment. His cock was nestled comfortably inside you, some of his seed slipping out as it softened. 

“I hate you,” you said with no bite, your words muffled by his skin. You heard him breathe deeply before he pressed a kiss over your hair.

“I hate you, too.” He said affectionately.

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

riize + angry/jealous sex??

this got a bit out of hand.. whoopsies! i hope this is what you were looking for!! thank you for the ask 💞

smut warning!! mdni!! also dni if this makes you uncomfortable!! this is just for funsies!!

shotaro:

firstly, you're going to have to do a whole lot to get him jealous. he's basically the least jealous man to ever exist, mostly because his mind is too innocent (not really) to think anyone has ill intentions. once he gets to that point tho, there's no going back. you are not going anywhere until you know who you belong to. when he gets angry like that, he does not care about his own pleasure one bit, but rather challenges himself to make you cum as hard and as much as humanly possible. he knows he's succeeded when you can't form words anymore. a little advice: don't try it if you don't want to pass out from cumming too hard.

eunseok:

he's so laid back and chill, it's crazy to think he could ever get angry like that. well, good thing jealousy is the one thing that gets his energy through the roof. you are going to be like "who are you and what did you do to eunseok" unironically. even the tiniest bit sets him off and he will drag you to the nearest fitting location to remind you that he should be the only man you talk to. he'll go rough, and when i say rough, i mean the whole package of hair pulling, choking, spitting on every part of your body to show you that if you want to behave like a slut, you're going to get treated like one. and no, he's not going to apologize after.

sungchan:

finds it funny more than anything else once he realizes what you're trying to do. i mean, he would be jealous if he didn't know just how head over heels you are for him, so he just watches in amusement and sees where things go. at one point he's going to be like "yep! we're drawing the line right here" and then drags you away. he knows you just do it to get him to be really rough with you, and he's going to make you admit and apologize for it. he gets what you like about it, but he'd prefer you just ask, so his punishment is edging you for hours until you learn not to do it again.

wonbin:

oh, he doesn't like this at all, and yes, his ego is a little hurt (but no one will ever know). he is going to make you pay by shoving his dick down your throat once you get home. this will probably be the first (but probably not the last) time he degrades you, calling you his little slut, only his! he's not going to stop until you have tears ruining your makeup and he's finished over your face. it's then when post nut clarity hits and he feels a bit bad, but he will make up for it with amazing (intimate) sex that will send you to heaven and back. during cuddling afterwards, he is going to suck a few very visible hickies to prevent this from happening again.

seunghan:

against popular belief (?), he does not like this!!! it makes him feel bad, and it robs him of his power. instead of going all primal on you, he will probably be actually hurt. jealous sex will therefore be a very loving act of intimacy to remind you that you're in love!! with him!! hello?? hence, angry sex isn't really a thing he does. he likes to be collected during sex and have his emotions under control, like a good dom! of course, if it is your wish, he can absolutely include it in a form of roleplaying.

sohee:

for some reason, jealousy sends his ego through the roof, especially when it's obvious that you do it on purpose. he is SO cocky about it. this is probably the time to introduce non-sub sohee, because here he is, feeling like the hottest guy ever, and he is going to show you exactly that, if that's what you're asking for! he would probably overthink it if he wasn't feeling so manly and masculine right now, but, well, let's just say that tonight he is on top, and he's going to make you cum in your pants for a change! he also feels like this is the perfect opportunity to fuck your face.

anton:

well, let's be real here. anton probably wouldn't even notice what's going on. but when he does – please just don't do this to him. he is too soft for this! he is going to be SO jealous, but not in a funny ha ha kind of way, but in a 'now you have to fix him' kind of way. so, basically, jealous sex with anton is you having to show him that you actually care about him and not that random guy you talked to at the club. and by that i mean: submissive pillow princess anton! please just make him feel really, really good and take care of him, and maybe let him in on how this was all just a plan to get him to be rough with you. he will understand and he will make it happen.... once he knows he's not actually going to lose you.