#“breed” tf is wrong with him

[malewifeharem]

sex with danheng IL

彡- ,, brainrot???? small fic????? of sex with danheng IL hehe

cw ⁞ afab!reader, nsfw filth (duh), dragon features (two pp but only one goes in ha?, size diff, FANGSSSSSSS), mention of prey/predator dynamic, marking, breeding kink IF YOU SQUINT, scent kink IF YOU SQUINT EVEN HARDER

an ⁞ YALL FR GONNA FIND A WAY TO REPOPULATE THE VIDYADHARA CLAN ;D (idk how im gonna play hsr the same way after writing this...) im not very happy with the intro but its wtv.

@cloudshuffle my amazing awesome proofreader <3

after getting intimate with each other a couple times, danheng and you have discussed taking things up a notch. i imagine him coming back to the astral express, incredibly frustrated after a stressful mission (after seeing his ex in xianzhou), and he really just needed you. you excitedly welcome him back but you're suddenly pinned down — wrists enveloped by his hand and his tail coiling itself around your leg.

"d-danheng? what's wrong...?"

he growls carnally, his cerulean eyes hazed with lust. he dives in for your chest, inhaling deeply before lightly nipping at your neck with his fangs and branding you as his with a few hickies.

"need you now. you know your safe word, yes?" he huffs impatiently, tugging at your shirt.

you nod before hurriedly ridding yourself of your top and bra, exposing your upper half to your lover.

"so beautiful," he whispers in awe.

danheng's hands immediately lock in on your tits, gently squeezing them before giving each of them a sweet suck. your cute little whimper just spurs him on even more! you're so much smaller than him, it's adorable. but it really doesn't help his innermost desires to manhandle tf outta you. it's just part of his animalistic urges as a dragon, after all.

his hands quickly trails down to unclip your skirt and pushing your panties aside to finger you. you let out a small gasp at this, slightly unnerved by his hastiness but you weren't complaining at all. it's not long till he adds another finger, coaxing a low moan out of you. with your walls clenching so deliciously around his fingers, the dragon wondered how you would feel around his cock instead.

"cant take it anymore... please 'heng..," you whine.

"hm, my baby's so needy all for me? i'll give you what you want since you asked so sweetly."

danheng chuckles before discarding his own slacks, revealing his erect cocks. (yes, two ehe) it's so pretty, being tinted a light turquoise at the base and a pink-ish fleshy color at the tip. he slides one of them in slowly — the stretch being so much bigger than his fingers. you both moan in unison once his length is fully buried in your wetness, with his hand pressing down on your spine, putting you in a mean arch. he waits for your signal before moving his hips, thrusting slow and deep — allowing you to feel every vein, every inch. your skin flushes in embarrassment when you notice how lustful danheng looks in the moment, eyeing you hungrily as if you're meek prey, who've fallen into the beast's domain. (omg so alpha) as he picks up his pace, your cries of pleasure only grow louder and you're sincerely hoping march won't call you both out on it later.

you wrap your arms around danheng's neck, hungrily pulling him in for a kiss while your legs encircles his waist — forcing his cock to drive deeper into you.

"mmfh— fuck, you're sucking me in... feels so good, darling," he pants in between sloppy, wet kisses. it's so messy, the way your pussy squelches sinfully with each thrust — your juices coating his girth with a layer of slick and even spilling onto the sheets below. he continues rutting into you ruthlessly, knocking all the air out of you as your hands find their way onto your boyfriend's back, leaving searing marks — staking your claim. the pain only turning him on even more, he hisses as his breath grows erratic, warning you of his impending release. you're on the edge of your own climax too, a familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.

"haah... i can feel you clenching around me, let's cum together," he groaned in your ear, enveloping you with the essence of him — body, soul, and mind. to him, you look best all fucked-out, guts rearranged and your mind filled with only thoughts of him and his dick. one particular prod to your g-spot sends you to your climax, your cunt clamping down impossibly harder on your poor boyfriend's dick. your words coming out as broken, incoherent sobs as your body quivers from the intensity of it all.

with your pussy milking him for all he's worth like that, how was danheng supposed to hold back? he shot ribbons of pearly white cum inside of you, making sure to fill every crevice of you with him — his cock twitching with each pulse.

"i would've never expected cumming inside of you would feel so good... could we go one more round? gonna fill you up real good again, i promise."

[peachdues]

Mayhaps some Sanemi NFSW headcanons 🤲

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA NSFW HEADCANONS

I neither regret nor apologize for how carried away I got with this.

CW: f!Reader • NSFW • MDNI • Sanemi’s oral fixation • breeding/creampie kink • switch!Sanemi • exhibitionism

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

He has a silvery happy trail that begins just below his navel and runs narrow before widening just before his groin. He really likes it when you drag your tongue down it (and it's a sure way to get him panting).

Below the belt, he keeps his hair neat and trimmed -- any time you're spent gagging on a stray pubic hair is time you're not spending with your mouth around his cock, and that's just a tragedy (but he doesn't give a shit whether or not you have hair!)

Now let's get to the good part: his dick

Physically, Sanemi's cock is just like the rest of him: absolutely intimidating. You lowkey think you're going to die the first time you see it because there's just no way in hell that's going to fit without splitting you in half, right???

He's above average in length -- about a solid 6.5-7 inches when hard, but he's about 2.5 of HIS fingers in girth. When he's erect, it stands straight up, with an angry, red tip that's already leaking because the man is eager -- and not just to be in you, but cum in you, too. Whether it's your mouth or your cunt, it doesn't matter, just know you're going to be filled no matter what.

FOREPLAY

Sanemi's favorite snack might be ohagi, but after meeting you, it's your pussy.

Sanemi doesn't cow before anyone, but that man will drop to his knees for you with just a flutter of your eyelashes, head going straight between your thighs so he can have his fill of you until you're doubled over his shoulder, legs shaking so badly he has to hold you up.

His ideal day consists of you, sitting on his face, while being tongue-deep inside of your cunt. He can go at it for hours, your weight bearing down on him as your thighs cage his head, while he laps at your sweetness and wraps those sinful lips of his around your throbbing, overstimulated clit for a nice long suck.

the man is a connoisseur of cunt idk what else to say

HOW HE FUCKS YOU

Let's go over your first time together.

Though he has an incredibly high sex drive, during those first couple of times, he exerts the self-control of a Buddhist monk.

This is also because for him, sex is more than just a way to feel good (though, don't get him wrong -- it feels fucking incredible). For Sanemi, sex also means being vulnerable; it means letting someone see him without the armor of his sword, his uniform, his status as the brutal, relentless Pillar he is.

So whether it's your first time ever or just your first time with him, he's going to be gentle -- because Sanemi would rather eat and shit glass than hurt you

Like come on, the man has buried too many of his loved ones already, he ain't tryin' to bury you, too

He's moving slow and languid, barely pulling out in favor of rolling his hips into yours. Part of this is for your benefit, because he wants you to feel him, but it's also for his.

Sanemi might be balls-deep in you at the moment, but he's still a Hashira, and his observation and perception skills are sharp. He's mentally taking note of what touches and movements make you gasp and sigh, and especially those that make you dig your nails into his back, tighten your legs around him, and whimper his name.

After a couple of times together (and I mean like two MAX), buckle up, buttercup: Sanemi is now an expert in your body and he's about to educate you.

Okay, now that the first time is out of the way, let's talk Sanemi in bed overall

This man is a moaner

I'm sorry, but Sanemi Shinazugawa has never known how to keep his fucking mouth shut, so what makes you think he'd do so in bed? When your slick, tight walls are gripping him like a fucking vice? Who tf do you think he is, Tomioka??

He's also a talker -- especially the more pussydrunk he gets. Whether it's your name, how much he loves you, that he wants to marry you or get you pregnant, the man may as well be giving a sermon in his devotion to you while your eyes are rolled back in your skull, mouth half-open as he fucks every sane thought you've ever had right out of your pretty head.

The man is a switch. He's a dom in every other aspect of his life, so it's nice to let loose with his lover a bit and relax -- let someone else take control. After all, sex for Sanemi isn't just about feeling fucking fantastic, but it's also about expressing with his body what he can't with his words.

When he's on top, he's a service dom. Your pleasure is his pleasure -- so even as his cock slides in and out of you, he's still going to work. He's not cumming until you've cum at least two or three times, and even after he's done, he's still going to make you cum again. He's constantly telling you how good you are, how beautiful you look in whatever position he has you bent in, and how perfect you feel around him.

That said, he's into both overstimulating and edging you -- but he's not too mean about either.

But when Sanemi is on the bottom?

The whiniest bitch you've ever met.

He's begging you to go faster, or simply to give him more, but you love teasing him as much as he does you, so you'll alternate your pace in order to prolong his torture (but hey, it just means he cums twice as much and twice as hard in the end).

Play with his balls while you're on top and he will cum so hard he goes cross-eyed for a hot second

I feel like the fandom largely agrees Sanemi has a breeding kink, but I also thinks this translates into a creampie kink in general. Sure, he'll cum on your face, your tits, your thighs as much as you want -- but only after he's filled your greedy little cunt to its brim, and then he'll do it one more time for good measure. You're his girl, after all, so he knows you can take it.

Initially, he'd pull out every time, mostly because he didn't know how to apporach the subject of asking you whether you were okay with him finishing inside. He didn't want to assume that you were taking some sort of medication to prevent an accidental whoopsie, but while he loves the idea of getting you pregnant and having a family, he doesn't want to force that on you if it's not what you want

(local mama's boy has childhood trauma?? from his father?? it's more likely than you think)

so Sanemi continues to pull out, instead painting your stomach, your thighs, or your ass with his creamy, hot seed, even though it pains him to do so.

That is, until one night, he's pounding into you so goddamn perfectly, with your legs draped over his forearms and ass nearly resting against his thighs as he ruts into you, his weight pressing deliciously down upon you into the futon. You can tell by the way his hips are slapping against yours, making the lewd, squelching sound of your messy cunt nearly drown out your breathy whimpers, that you're close -- so, so close, but then Sanemi tenses.

"I'm 'bout to cum," he manages to grit through his teeth, his hips stuttering as he goes to pull out of your intoxicating, silken heat. Through the haze he's created in your mind, your stomach clenches as you realize you're going to lose this -- this wonderful feeling of being so warm and so full of him. Your release is close, so fucking close, and if he pulls out now, it's going to be ruined and you're so desperate to cum. Your legs lock around his backside, trying to hold him in place, and his eyes widen.

"N-no, 'Nemi, please," you start to beg, and to his bewilderment, you start tearing up, lower lip quivering because he can't pull out, not when he's making you feel so good; not when you're so fucking close.

"Shit," he groans, and his hips pick right back up slamming against you, his biceps flexing as his arms tighten around your thighs. "Shit, sweetheart, you don't have to ask me twice."

After that -- pulling out??? never heard of her.

KINK-O-CLOCK

Like I said: his biggest kink is giving you so many creampies, Hostess is thinking about offering him a job in product development

Fucking loves 69'ing, because he gets the best of both worlds -- your pussy on his face, and your mouth around his cock

Bit of a risk kink/exhibitionism kink. He likes the thrill of the risk of getting caught doing it in a place you two shouldn't be. He gets especially turned on at the thought of you having to go about your usual business while his cum is still oozing out of you.

Loves when you play with his ass but would rather be eaten by a demon than admit it.

Once, while you were on your knees in front of him, his cock jammed down your throat, you reached your hands around him to grip his ass and haul him closer. Somehow, your fingers dipped between his cheeks and the man bucked into you so hard, you almost choked.

Even though he nearly triggered your gag reflex, you were able to ignore it because the man let out a wholeass whine -- so of course, you had to do it again.

The second your index finger dipped towards his opening, he came in your mouth, and he came hard.

He likes to bite you/leave marks on you -- especially your breasts, your hips, and your inner thighs. He also enjoys when you mark him -- make sure to give him one or two on his chest, so he can display them proudly.

Truthfully, he loves when you pin him down by his wrists while riding him. Could he overpower you with a flick of his pinky finger? Yes. But something about your small hands wrapping so tightly around his while you hold him down against the bed, your hips grinding and swiveling up and down his length makes him go a little dumb in the brain.

Fun fact! You once restrained him by both his wrists and ankles and rode him and by the end of it, he looked like this:

[oddtripps]

On this note why can’t flabebe be male. I want a QUEEN on my team. H8 it here!!!

I want a shiny male oricorio man wtf :(

[frickinsleepdeprived]

Stress Relief~ (Giyuu Tomioka x fem! Reader) ***MINORS DNI***

Had this scenario for my "hashiras with a burnt out s/o" headcanons and it was too good to pass up as a good fic. So here ya go Giyuu simps LMAO

As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: Soft sensual sex, breeding kink, orgasm denial, reader being stressed tf out, Giyuu fucking the stress out-

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Giyuu just got home from probably his longest mission to date, only to find you missing from the house. “Huh, I guess (y/n)’s still out…” he thought to himself, slipping off his shoes and hanging his haori on a nearby rack. But as he got closer to the room, he saw the door was open, which was unusual because you never leave the door open, especially when you’re going out of the house.

Upon further inspection, he found you scrubbing the deck in your pajamas, which could only mean one of two things. One, you’re either pent up with emotion, or two, you got over being pent up said emotions and you’re trying to distract yourself. “Who’s there?” your voice cracked, sounding hoarse as you spoke.

“It’s just me, what’s going on?” he asked, taking off his slayer uniform and putting something else on in place of it. You put your sponge back in the bucket of hot water and started scrubbing the deck, not even bothering to answer his question. You more than likely didn’t hear him ask anything, as you would usually drown out the noises of anything that could distract you from your current distraction. “(y/n).” you popped your head up upon hearing your name, only to find that Giyuu was talking to you. He sighed, knowing that something’s on your mind but you won’t falter so easily. So as you went back to scrubbing, Giyuu took the bucket and set it elsewhere so you’d stop working and focus on him talking to you. “(y/n), you’re doing it again. What’s going on?” you thought about it for a second. You weren’t really sure why you were acting this way, frankly you didn’t even acknowledge it in the first place. “Are you stressed out about something?”

“Possibly, I can’t quite put my finger on it though…” you sighed, looking up to the moon, asking for an answer. “But what I do know is that I’m sick of getting back to back missions and running around all the time. Just hope I can catch a break…” you admitted, but Giyuu also knew that there was so much more to this than just stress.

“Anything else?-”

“Everything, it’s everything Giyuu, I can barely breathe nowadays it’s so overwhelming. I just don’t know how to handle these intrusive thoughts anymore they’re driving me crazy… is there something wrong with me?” you finally said it all, allowing real tears to spill down your cheeks. He kneeled next to you, his shirtless form shining in a divine way in the moonlight. Rubbing your back he pulled you into a gentle embrace, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bed. “Giyuu?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, I promise, and if I have to prove it to you then so be it.” he places you on the bed gently, moving to hover over you. His face looked heavenly in the dim moonlight mixed with the soft light of surrounding candles. It was almost serene to you, but it didn't stop any intrusive thoughts at all.

"Still don't see how there's nothing wrong with-" You were soon cut off by an unexpected kiss, one that seemed a little more heated than usual. Giyuu wasn't like this when he gets home after a mission. Was it really that stressful? He dragged out the kiss, wanting it to last a lifetime. If only oxygen wasn't a requirement to live.

"Stop, you're talking nonsense (y/n). There's nothing wrong with you, you're just stuck in a rut…" He leaned in to get closer to your ear. "And I'm going to make sure you get out of it, one way or another my darling…" He spoke softly, gently nibbling on your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat. He started undoing the tie to your robe, gently tugging at the soft fabric and tossing it aside. He sat down, pulled you up into his lap as you straddled his hips. Kissing you deeply as you shrugged off whatever fabric was adorning your body. You ran your fingers through his soft raven hair as he did so, tugging at the luscious strands making him groan. He took off the rest of your robe, exposing a satin bra and matching panties that you know he adores. Frankly you didn’t even realize you grabbed it before you went into the shower. “God you know that bra and panty set gets me going…” He dug his fingers into your hair, feeling it’s soft, cashmere-like texture. Trailing kisses down your jawline and neck he stopped at your pulse point, gently sucking on it as you moaned.

“G-Giyuu…” you whined, rocking your hips on his now hardened length. He groaned at the motion, only to lay you back down again to move to your chest. Undoing your bra and tossing it to the side, he gently cupped one on of the soft mounts, suckling on the other’s nipple so as to elicit another lewd moan from your throat. “Oh f-fuuck!”

“You like it when you’re pampered like this, don’t you?” he inquired softly, pulling down his pants bringing his boxers down with them. You marveled at how large he is, for a shy dude nonetheless. He took off your panties, tossed them to the side, and went down on you in one swift motion. Lapping up all of your arousal like a hungry man in the desert, but oh honey, you’re his oasis… and he’s one thirsty man.

“Fuck… oh Giyuu it’s so good…” you praised his tongue, which is making long, drawn out strokes on your folds. You gripped onto his head, keeping it in place exactly where you wanted him to be. He moved to slip a finger in your hole, using his thumb to toy around with your clit. “Fuck!” you yelped, arching your back from the wave of pleasure. As his finger started pumping in and out of you he realized it wasn’t enough, so he stuck in a second one to see what would happen. Well, it was a good reaction to say the least, seeing as how your walls immediately clenched around them.

“Ah, I see my beautiful girl likes being finger fucked, yeah?” Giyuu teased, finding that one spot and hooking his fingers, making you cry out his name.

“Ah! Giyuu right there!” you let him know what he was hitting. Only to make him push on the spot a tad more before pumping his fingers faster with every passing second. Your breathing was heavy, you were starting to see stars and you’re so close to orgasming… until he pulled out his fingers and quickly replaced what was there with his member. 

“You ready to relax, my dearest?” he whispered, just centimeters away from your mouth.

“Yes…” you breathed out, feeling his lips crash onto yours as he plunged in all the way. Using the kiss to muffle your screams, wrapping your legs around his hips and holding onto his neck tightly. You wondered how long he’s been pent up, he did spend about a month out in the field after all.

“Good, because tonight…” he leaned down by your ear, “I’m gonna fill you up, put a baby in you, and you won’t ever have to worry about anything ever again…” he spoke softly as he gave you short, sweet strokes with his hips. He looked you dead in the eyes, his gaze soft and knowing exactly what your body likes. A faint ghost smile appeared on his lips as he snaked his arms around your frame, holding you close with strong arms. “You’re going to be the mother of my children… got that?” he muttered in the crook of your neck.

“Y-yes… yes make me the mother of your kids Giyuu…” you pleaded to him, making him chuckle somewhat darkly. This wasn’t anything new though, this usually happens after a mission, but something about this makes you feel like he’s being serious.

“Fuck, baby you know how to make me feel so good…” he turned around so you’re on top, giving you free reign to do whatever you wanted. Slowly you started to rock your hips back and forth, giving yourself full reigns to pleasure yourself. "Yesss (y/n), ride my cock like a good girl…" He groaned out, wrapping his hands around your waist as he slowly picked you up and down at a moderate pace. Seeing you like this in the moonlight, it was intoxicating to him. But the noises you were making were even better.

"H-hah! Shit… Giyuu I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up…" you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter, not feeling too sure if you could go on for much longer. Hearing this, Giyuu decided hey why not just flip back over and go painfully slow? You know, just to edge you a bit.

“You’re gonna cum huh? Well, you’ll just have to wait a little longer for that my beloved…” his teasing was too much for you right now. All you wanted was a sweet release, a release from the tightness in your stomach that’s driving you absolutely mad. It was almost hard to not focus on your own orgasm, frankly it was something you’ve never done before. “You’re holding out so well for me baby…” Giyuu praised your patience, kissing your temple before looking you in the eyes. Every whimper, moan, groan, and cry of pleasure just adds to the fuel you’re giving him. Like gasoline on a fire, rain in a flood, wind during a tornado. With each passing second you’re unsure of how much longer you can hold out, usually at this point you’ve already tapped out. “Just a little longer my love.. I promise you it’ll be worth it…” he whispered those husky words in your ear, causing a shiver to roll inside of you.

“Giyuu… I wanna cum so badly, please just let me cum I’ll do anything you want. Just please let me have my release. I want it so bad please please please…” you begged and pleaded as your nails dug into his back, hearing him groan in response. He looked you dead in the eye, sweat sheening off of his skin in the moonlight, his muscular form holding you securely underneath him. He smiled, kissing your forehead to let you know everything will be okay. His movements became sloppy, his hips lost their rhythm, his breathing became hitched and sporadic. Seems like he’s getting close.

“Cum, do it now…” you held no hesitation as you felt the knot in your stomach release, letting out a loud and lewd moan that wouldn’t have been heard otherwise. Sooner or later he cums too, letting his seed fertilize your fruitful bounty. It wasn’t every day that you guys had sex like this, moreover, you’ve never had sex with him like this at all. But it didn’t matter as he pulled out of you, rolling over to your left trying to catch his breath. He looked at you, taking your hand and kissing it gently. “I’ll be right back, okay?” you nodded in response, unsure of how to form words at this point.

He came back a few minutes later with a hot towel, gently wiping you down to get rid of anything that could cause discomfort, he soon did the same with himself. Laying back down he pulled the covers over you both and brought you closer to him. Kissing you on your head as you looked at him with heavy eyes. “I don’t know what caused you all of that stress, perhaps it was because of me being away for so long. Or it may have been something else, but either way it doesn’t really matter now. Just relax beautiful, there's no need to worry anymore, okay?” You hummed in response, still unable to form proper words. All you wanted was to savor the moment, and so did he.

After all, there’s nothing better than falling asleep in his arms. Safe and sound knowing that one day, you both can really get on with your lives.

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I'm so proud of this omfg

Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you want to see next!

As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

[strawberryraviegutz]

Great. Just great. First we’ve had people making fun of Alastor fangirls/simps for pretty much everything(headcanons, selfshipping, ect.) and now people are starting to do the same towards Lucifer fangirls/simps too. As for what triggered it, the reason why people are getting upset is because of....

*checks notes*

headcanons that involve him giving his s/o cute nicknames related to ducks like “duckling” or “little duckling”

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HUH??? BE SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW THERE IS NO DAMN WAY YALL ARE GETTING MAD OVER FUCKING NICKNAMES BE SO FOR REAL NOW LIKE WHAT???

Why tf does this fandom hate selfshipping and or headcanons so much like yall are crazy(hate towards hcs and selfshipping it’s not necessarily exclusive to the hazbin/helluva fandom but yall sure love to pick and choose things and get on people’s asses when it’s something you personally don’t like.) What happened to cringe culture being dead huh? Are people just not allowed to have fun anymore???

“Lucifer fangirls are a different breed lol he’d never say/do that”

Sweetie…that’s the beauty of FICTION. We get to imagine WHATEVER WE WANT. I promise you a silly little self indulgent headcanon and or AU someone makes of your fave is not gonna fucking kill you. Also the fact that this shit always happens everytime whenever women/afabs simp over any fictional male characters(or fictional characters of any gender)makes this whole thing reek of internalized misogyny.(I’ve seen it happen towards other genders too but it’s almost always women people go after first)

What’s wrong with Luci calling his partner duck related nicknames??? Dude like that’s fucking cute af yall are so damn boring..

[mychlapci]

I love your tf headcanons, especially those of the rescue bot fandom and your "cybertronians will fuck everything with a pulse if left to their own devices" and "all cybertronians have massive breeding kinks". I can totally see heatwave angrily fucking his partner mass displaced or using an holo, because the idiot said that he must be terrible at it to rile the mech, and quickly getting addicted to the feeling.

Also, Kade never thanked God so much for his big mouth (or by the fact that he was born male and thus unable to get pregs).

The rest (the adults ofc)....I don't know if it would ever happen (Dani has a thing with that boy and the same with Graham, poor Charlie would leap from a cliff from the embarrassment if anybody were to find out he fucked his bot lol). But you are welcome to surprise us...

Horny cybertronians own my heart. These big machines that appear completely alien and sex-less, and they just… love to fuck. they love to fuck and they love to breed. Anytime you can't see the bots on screen, be a 100% assured that they're down in the bunker, fucking hard. The bots eventually getting so overexcited that they start fucking their human partners? oh hell yeah. i don’t care who they’re canonically having sex with, i need them to fuck their robots. 

Kade riling up Heatwave and Heatwave’s anger manifesting in him getting crazy horny, to the point where he can't keep his panels closed and has to get his hands on Kade and teach him a lesson. Kade spends the entire week complaining about being sore. Heatwave has no sympathy.

Graham and Boulder slowly, gently getting to know one another’s species through some vigourous experimentation, a lot of touching and soft gasps. The shrink ray definitely gets its uses between these two as they try to see just how much they can do when they’re the same size. 

Blades getting jittery when he’s horny, bouncing his leg up and down as he wonders if Dani would reciprocate if he tried to have sex with her, but she quickly sees that something is wrong, and Blades is not good enough at deflecting to lie to her for too long. He definitely asks Dani to be gentle, and she has to hold in a laugh. He’s the giant machine, not her.

Chase having a case of Sexy Guilt for wanting to fuck Chief Burns. When he’s apart from the others for too long, which happens pretty often since they go on regular patrols, he always gets so excited to have a warm body inside of him for such a prolonged period of time… and Charlie would, of course, rather die than admit that he and Chase got it on. But they definitely did. What is he supposed to do, when the robots they’ve been given are just too horny? 

[spid3namy]

✶ MIGUEL O’HARA - EARTH 2099 NSFW HEAD CANONS 

𓇼 okay so he has fangs right??? and you would think he would enjoy biting you but no, no. wrong. miguel enjoys getting bit. sure, he'll bite you if you ask but he enjoys it if you bite him more than he enjoys biting you

𓇼 praise kink. that's all i gotta say about that

𓇼 enjoys kissing a lot. not that he would admit it but kissing is fr how to get him going super easily

𓇼 this man is kinky asf. like you wanna be tied up? he knows how to do complicated ass knots. you wanna get spanked? okay, he'll spank you until you're crying. if it'll make you happy, he'll do most kinky shit there is.

𓇼 def has a sex playlist. i'm not even gonna elaborate on that.

𓇼 aftercare is a must for him. he'll always be super romantic and like give you a bath and feed you afterwards.

𓇼 bro def has a high sex drive. he could probably go as many rounds as you want him to

𓇼 doesn't bottom much but when he does, he def cries. literally a big ass crybaby

𓇼 has a humiliation kink.

𓇼 bro SUCKS at dirty talk. like its just so awkward for him to do it and he gets all embarrassed about it

𓇼 he's one of those guys that leaves marks where people can't see. just cus why not. also if someone questions about then it clearly means they were looking where they shouldn't have been.

𓇼 okay so ya'll know how he's like 6'9" (ha funny number) right??? well, if you're shorter than him (which most people prolly are cus who tf is really taller than him??) he'll def use his height to his advantage.

𓇼 also cus he's 6'9", he'll pretty much manhandle you just cus he knows he can

𓇼 def a underwear sniffer when he jerks off. I KNOW IT SOUNDS WEIRD BUT TRUST ME ON THIS, HE TOLD ME SO HIMSELF I SWEAR

𓇼 def loves to give you head. like he has such a skilled tongue and knows just how to pleasure you until you cry. he also really enjoys teasing you while giving you head.

𓇼 he has big hands right so obviously he touches you in every place he can reach while fucking you.

𓇼 we're gonna go back to his fangs, right? right. if he's like going down on you then he'll def sink his fangs into your thighs just to hear you cry out from it. that's literally the only reason why he would ever do it.

𓇼 if you like praise him in the middle of sex he would literally cry. like full on tears going down his face. it makes him happy to know that he's doing a good job to pleasure you

𓇼 def has had sex with you in a public place. like a bathroom or something just because he thought you look good. or just cus he was horny. either one works tbh.

𓇼 bro def goes on a ramble about how much he loves you when he's about to cum. like there's just no way he doesn't.

𓇼 cums a lot. and i mean a WHOLE lot. like it's probably unnatural how much he does it.

𓇼 has a breeding kink. idk, he just seems like the type of person to want to fill you up with children.

𓇼 there are rare times where he'll leave a mark when it can be seen but when he does, he demands that you don't cover it up

𓇼if he gets jealous, he'll record you two having sex. he doesn't send it but he threatens to send if you keep hanging out with whoever made him jealous

𓇼 you two have def had sex in his office when he was supposed to be working.

𓇼 lowkey, he likes it when you degrade him. like HE WON'T ADMIT IT but he enjoys it. he enjoys it just as much as he enjoys you praising him (me too broski)

𓇼 neck kisses are his favorite

𓇼 he enjoys seeing your face while you two have sex. that's it.

𓇼 bro seems like the type of person to like messy sex. he just enjoys it cus why not

𓇼 when doing aftercare, he'll make sure you get some water before he gives you a bath. he'll make sure to feed you too if you're hungry

𓇼 he has most definitely bitten you in public all cus someone was flirting with you. he has no shame tbh

okay, that's all we got to keep my dignity lol (i never had any dignity). i hope these were good, i might make a part 2 to this but idk yet. i hope you little demons like the food i have served to you.

tags : @h-harleybaby

[darkstarofchaos]

Alien Breeding Experiment? (Sending on anon because I can’t send from my nsfw alt—I wrote half a Quint Breeding Fic and posted it to enthusiasticinformedfragging because I gave up on writing it, so that title definitely intrigues me…)

Alien Breeding Experiment can be summed up as "A bunch of TFs are abducted by alien conservationists who have decide Cybertronians are endangered and they need to save the species".

The inspiration comes from a novel I read as a teen (The Cage by Megan Shepard) and the TF fic, The Mechanoid Preserve by Fianna9 and gatekat. In the former, a group of teenagers are taken by aliens for a zoo, and the latter has a premise fairly similar to mine, from what I remember (full disclosure, the fic lost me halfway through). One of the points I've taken from The Cage is the idea that the aliens are telepathic and don't consider non-telepathic races sentient, but unlike The Cage, there's also a language barrier. And no cross-species romance. The Mechanoid Preserve, as far as I remember, has no real similarity to mine apart from the concept and a couple main characters.

Anyway, the main plotline in my story follows a mixed group of Autobots and Decepticons as they figure out what's going on and try to communicate with or escape from their captors. The aliens don't actually know how Cybertronians reproduce (hence the "experiment" part), so they're trying to pair off the captives by frametype. Which is fine for pairs like Prowl and Bluestreak or Starscream and Thundercracker, but not so much for cross-faction pairs like Optimus and Motormaster.

Meanwhile, the Autobots and Decepticons are trying to find their missing bots, but things aren't moving fast enough for Skywarp and the Stunticons who weren't captured, so they abduct Skyfire and set off to find their missing teammates themselves. Shenannigans ensue.

A lot of my stories are in a rough drafted state, but this is one I have a semi-complete first chapter for. Snippet under the cut:

A muffled crash sounded from somewhere nearby. Prowl jumped, uncurling enough to stare around himself once more. Nothing had changed inside his prison. Whatever - or whoever - had made that noise must have been outside. Was it at all possible that the Autobots had come for him?

Yes. Of course it was possible. But with no other sounds to suggest a battle, it grew less likely by the second. Prowl couldn’t help checking his comms, though, praying that they hadn’t been disabled.

They responded immediately, as though nothing was wrong. He choked back a sob of relief and ran a scan for active frequencies, not caring who they belonged to. Autobots, humans, it didn’t matter as long as he got out of here.

He found one. A deep, stern voice came over the connection, and Prowl shuddered as a wave of hot shame joined his nausea.

::-no time for senseless violence,:: Optimus was saying.

::I think this is the perfect time for violence,:: a different voice snarled. Not an Autobot. Motormaster. Prowl hadn’t even noticed he’d landed on a universal frequency, though given the circumstances, a Decepticon on an Autobot frequency might have been the least of his worries.

Optimus started to say something else, but Blaster’s voice interrupted. ::Hold that thought, Prime. We have another caller on the line.:: A momentary pause followed his words, then he added, ::Hey, Prowl. You with us?::

“I… Yes. I’m here,” Prowl managed. His words were edged with static, possibly from whatever had knocked him out. Hopefully it concealed the worst of his distress. He sat up slowly, fighting to compose himself, and asked, “What’s happening?”

::That’s an excellent question.:: Starscream’s voice was tight and angry. But he barely finished his sentence before yet another bot chimed in.

::It was aliens!:: Red Alert said. ::Someone came and took us right off the battlefield!::

::Will you shut up about aliens?:: Motormaster snapped.

Optimus sighed, the sound almost an impatient growl. ::Prowl. What’s the last thing you remember?::

That was not a question Prowl wanted to answer, even for himself. But he cast his thoughts back, sifting through hazy, corrupted memory files. “There was a battle,” he said slowly. “We were protecting… some human thing?”

::Speak for yourself,:: Starscream muttered. Optimus sighed again. ::What else?::

“That’s everything,” Prowl admitted. “Prime… What’s going on?”

::That’s what we’re trying to figure out,:: Optimus said. He sounded disappointed, and Prowl’s tanks gave another unpleasant lurch. He hated that tone.

[sparkly-sediment]

Clay Puppington has a dumpington

If this is brought up at a job interview years later I will have to brace myself and hold accountability for this horrendous shit like a real woman.

For now, literature forgoing the scriptures

ahh omg tw everything wrong with clay

We already know he says slurs

Horribly misogynistic, ignorant, and the root of it all isn’t a genuine incompetence. This is no mere 1950’s self destructive alcohol; he’s self aware

Only breeds more hatred of himself, which festers and seeps into everyone. Clay copes by inflicting what he thinks he deserves on others

Average continuation of generational trauma cycle but this round has a gay boy name clay and hoo boy does he not like that

Obviously married to Bloberta, obviously didn’t marry out of love or anything. He had an idea of what a marriage was, but 50’s knowledge of empathetic humanity + fear of judgement and god+ spiraling alcoholism+ Bloberta doesn’t make for a perfect union!

Within it all he knew he was discontent with his marriage for reasons outside of it being really shitty. The good ol repression had made his feelings towards others unrecognizable

Can’t tell if it’s platonic or romantic? Befriend the men and sexually resent the women!

Tried to compensate his attraction to men with objectification of women. Men are equals to him. But women are these disgusting creatures that bind to him and glue him into a life with kids he doesn’t know how to love or raise and to the role of a husband he doesn’t want to be

If Clay was alone, though, then the world would see him for the weak man he is. The world would know he was unlovable and he wasn’t worth it

Obvi has the thing with Daniel but refuses to really commit because 1( m/m in moralton statesota?? bffr and 2( he committed to his wife and now he fucking hates his life

LETS BE REAL DANIEL GROOMED TF OUTTA CLAY

Like ok, he is obsessed with Clay. There is a difference between obsession and getting a broken man drunk before sliding your hand in his pants

The reason Clay and Daniel are a thing is the lack of options and Daniel being manipulative. And while being a more satisfying option to Clay, Daniel still provides the unhealthy relationship energy Clay is used to. It may be a man, but the toxicity is familiar and seemingly normal. Clay feels safe with the tension even if he hurts from it

Alcoholism runs in his family. He didn’t drink until meeting Bloberta because he saw how his father did with it. But if it was a fun and normal thing that a woman liked him for?

Got married, got addicted 😜 who needs to address their raging unwell when that scotch burns so good

Self harm type things occasionally. He knows he’ll have a horrific hangover, but he deserves it. He doesn’t get to be “happy” (drunk) without consequences

Headcanon he had really bad explosive fiery shits after nature. Spurting diarrhea. He drank isopropyl alcohol and lived, his asshole was melting ok. He wheeled Orel inside the house and left him at the entryway for Bloberta to get bc he had to shit

“Foul smells attract the devil” no wonder Daniel was into him bc goddamn

Shapey and Blockey (doe ass names btw feel so ridiculous typing that) (because I am) crying in the storage room from the smell. Can’t even see the vacuum through the green fog

More that could be written but kittens do need their rest. Will be back for him soon, may write brutalized angst one day

Takes a special type of shitbag to wear a robe like that. Not to mention the crimes and abuse. Poopy baby, peace ✌🏻

[1d1195]

Sam my love I’ve missed you this week😭😭😭 I have MANY things to catch you up on and I fear it’s gonna be a two parter 😭 (I’ll try not to yap too much lol)

WDYM SAM IVE MENTIONED THE HARRY WITH A BREEDING KINK?!? BESTIE😭😭😭😭 I wish my memory wasn’t shit so I could remember 😔 BUT I LOVE BEING SURPRISED SO I CANT WAIT TO BE SENT INTO A FERAL SPIRAL HAHA

I thought I would HATE audio porn lol I hate asmr stuff so in my head I thought it would be like that but I’m glad it was not that lol and honestly I totally get being more into the plot! Bc that’s literally me!! And it’s always such a surprise when you do write smut and I love it lol

Omg AP stats and calc?!? I’m also not surprised you love calc and bestie that’s so cool of you! I love that your brain just get it ya know! Anyways I’m sure you’re doing a GREAT job at teaching both💕💕

You’re so kind 😭 and you’re so right about getting it for a deal I think maybe that’s why I’m obsessed lol being “basic” is fine like there’s a reason why it’s so loved because you can’t really fuck up lol I LOVEEEEE flowers in any form so I totally get it! Wait I love that you have a good dynamic with your students 😭 that’s so sweet!!!

The made to be couple is so amazing! Such a heartbreaking story when I read for the first time I’m pretty sure I cried at one point lol and another teacherry idea?! A WIN!!!

It actually hurt me so much too see how she was being used like that’s not normal😭😭(I’m the same but at least I can accept it now lol) and you know I love the classic “kitten” nickname it’s truly your trademark! So I don’t see anything wrong with having it for your stories plus poppy was cute and it made sense for the story! BESTIEEEEEE you have no idea how much I love that you’re even considering using a Spanish nickname! And yeah I do speak it and mi vida is very acceptable and common! Another common one would be “amor” or “cariño”! Also it was similar to Tulips BUT they are still so different if that makes sense!

I LOVE A NERD!!!! He’s sounds so amazing I can’t 😭 him being so into her and just caring enough about her to learn her interest😭 he’s definitely book bf material!

Aww thank you! It was my uncle who passed and oddly he was someone I enjoyed being around with lol but the whole process of being around family memebers is just a no for me! And like I simply can’t with them!! Anyways I’m glad that I’m not really alone in feeling like that!

Okay so this quarter is all psyc courses! All upper division and they are something lol bestie one of them is 3 HOURS😭😭😭 I won’t make it😭 but the topics seem interesting enough lol I have two that revolve around clinical treatment, assessment, and a bit of history behind psychology methods. Then one about development which seems cool since I already took a class about parenting! And one about eating disorders which I’m kinda the most excited about even if the grading scheme in that course sucks lol BUT SAM I HAVE A WIN!! I HAVE A HOT TA THIS QUARTER 🎉🎉🎉 idk if I’ve mentioned him before but I had him as a TA for my first year and when I tell you I was shocked when walking into that lecture hall… I was too stunned to speak!! He’s so hot to me I can’t 😭Anyways overall the professors seems nice but who tf knows at this point bestie I’ll probably be dying in two ish weeks when midterms start lol

I kinda had to dye it again bc my roots girl were so bad lol I now see how oddly fast my hair grows bc those roots were showing lol but honestly I find it every fun and freeing almost lol but i totally understand not wanting to commit because it is something you can’t easily fix! but if it’s not something you really want to do there’s nothing wrong with that!-💜

I've missed you so much! I'm sorry it was a busy week 😭

I can't wait to write it now hehehe 🤭

Obviously I'm obsessed with friends to lovers audio porn so I've been enjoying all the little lead up parts to the actual sex. I've mainly been skipping around the audios listening for the sweet parts of him telling her how beautiful she is and how much he likes her 😭😂 I think I just need a good audio book, right? Like that's what that means? Idk, I don't care either hahahaha. I think it'll help inspire a bit more smut (I may or may not be writing something now for Thursday 🤷‍♀️)

I think I cried during Made To Be multiple times. I'm def an angsty girl at heart 😂 This teacherry idea is going to be probs dumb but I don't care. I'm trying not to read too much into my own ideas because it's fiction and fun.

AMOR (OBVIOUSLY) and cariño I love that! Idk if I have a storyline for them yet. I also don't know if it would make sense for me to use it because I'm not sure I could tie in a reason (okay, hold on I'm envisioning a meet cute after a long day at work and Harry is just blown away by the girl at the bar of a Mexican restaurant because she's just obsessed with tacos, chips, and guac and probably margaritas--I know Harry loves tequila). I just don't want to offend anyone more than I probably do by being whiter than a piece of paper ☠ But I really love the sound of cariño 😭 like now it's all I'm going to think about for weeks. One of the book series I was reading called her gatita so I could see myself using both--okay, you've convinced me. I'll use some spanish hehehehehehe. I def got mi vida from Encanto 😭 I thought it was adorable and I could so see a lovesick Harry using it.

I love my family. I would do anything for them. But they're the worst. Whenever someone gets married and they play the shoe game I'm always the side of designated side of the family that's "who's side of the family is crazier" -_- It ain't much, but it's honest.

I'm OBSESSED!!!! Please share anything you feel like sharing about your studies. One of the many degrees I would love to get is psychology. I LOVE the brain. I think it's fascinating. 3 HOURS THOUGH. I love the sound of all your courses. Everything sounds fascinating. I'm so excited for you! I know it will be a lot but hopefully the interest will make it worthwhile.

Does that mean your TA has a cute nose?! 😂😂 Tell me about his forearms too 😭 I'm literally so excited about this. Send me tidbits for inspo. I'll be praying for you around midterms time 💕

I've always thought a burgundy reddish/purple would be fun for me but again, can't commit, lol. I've had the same hairdresser since I was a kid, she would probs have a stroke. I should just ask her what to do. See part of me doesn't want to deal with the upkeep either. You're a stronger woman than me. If I saw roots I would be like "That sucks, oh well." I swear sometimes I should have been a guy. I think the higher powers forgot to turn a few knobs and switches before sending me out into the universe 😂

✨See you in part 2!!! ✨

xoxo

[dasyr0se-blog]

Not related to anything but I just woke up and been going through some acotar post and...

What other path is there, in the future, other than Villain Rhysand actually wanting the high king position and actively manipulating feyre's mind to behave and think like he wants her to?

Because that has been happening since, maybe, the end of the third main book. Becoming more and more explicit in acofas and acosf.

There are do many discrepancies from Feyre's true personality (hating being seen as only a baby maker, some trophy wife that has to be protective at all times, fierce and protective of her family despite their problems, uncontrollable) to what she is now, the contrary of everything I've mentioned.

Saw a post where someone said that you can see explicitly when sjm breeding kink developed and, like... fr is absolutely clear.

If it was something feyre had always wanted I wouldn't be even saying anything but it's weird in this case. She's 21, all she had wanted was a bit of peace, a life where she didn't have to actively take care of anyone anymore.

Feyre despised seeing injustice and negligence by authorative figure (hence her clear disagreement with the way Tamlin handled the Tithe and the water wraiths) but suddenly she sees no problem in Rhysand ignoring a whole Court (CoN) and barely managing another (Illyria) in favor of one specific city?

Honestly I have so many other things to say I have half a mind to go back and re-read all the book just to point out just where feyre started loosing herself blindly in her love for her mate and new family.

The way sjm writes is odd. Cassian and Nesta had an amazing potential and she ruined it. Azriel had an amazing character potential but she turned him into another fuckboy who will only be interested in someone if their his potential mate?

Also the weird thing with sjm and her writing of the relationship between Mor and Cassian- like, that man loves, adores and would be willing to fuck the woman he sees as a sister.

Wtf??

Also Armen's assh*le existence in general and her goals for Rhysand High King.

Just wrong.

Let me not even get started with the way she writes the other characters to see Rhysand as the utmost good despite his LITERAL WAR CRIMES.

She wrote he murdered children before she changed her fucking mind and didn't make him a villain after all.

Tf.

I bet she, subconsciously still sees him as villain. Because that is not a gray character.

You know who is gray? Eris, Tamlin and he'll even Beron if you see it from a certain point (very difficult, the man should still suffer and die).

But High Lord Rhysand is just complete bad guy major a-hole who should have died in the war with Hybern. I wonder how many changes Feyre would have done if he hadn't come back and brought Armen with him.

"Oh but we are the Court of Dreamers!" Bitch please you all are a true Nightmare brought out from Pandora's Box (ignoring the frue connotations from PB in Greek Mythology) with the objective of ruining people's lives just because.

Fuck that!!

Still not done raging! Will write a villain Rhysand story! I'm mad now! Will give characters justice (I see you Nesta)!

[monstermaster13]

Aykroyd Addiction Dan Aykroyd TF ~~~ I've gathered quite a reputation online as being the guy who does celebrity morphs, no it's not specifically a fetish…it's just one of my favorites and i've been judged harshly for it, it's really not that weird when you think of it and believe me I have seen much worse. Obsession is a weird thing, sometimes when you think you have all the obsessions you could possibly get when all of a sudden a new obsession decides to possess you, i've got many favorite actors and sometimes that actor is a major obsession that I can't stop being addicted to. I have so many…my addiction is one that doesn't need to be cured, and why would I want to cure it? I am who I am, you don't need to exorcise this demon…I am already possessed. You may have been seeing a lot of Aykroyd as of recent and you're probably wondering…'What's with the Aykroyds?' Well, you see…I didn't choose to become obsessed with Dan Aykroyd, Aykroyd chose me…he chose me via dreams and psychic visions. And besides we know this is pretty much the origin of the Aykroyd-verse. Yes, there is a shared universe for Dan Aykroyd characters. I'm a Dan Aykroyd fan which is a very rare breed, we're odd and unique creations…but we don't multiply if you get us wet (we multiply anyway), we don't explode when exposed to bright lights and we don't turn into utter chaotic monsters if you feed us after midnight, but we can ask people if they want to see something really scary.

Do you want to see something really scary? Come on now, it will be fun…just let me explain. Basically i've been weird all my life and have been aware of it, being weird is NOT a sin against nature and it's not something to shun others for either….weird is great, who doesn't love weird? I love weird. I always believed there were creatures lurking in the dark and under my bed, and little did I know how right I was…I befriended those creatures though. I always can related to the monster in monster stories, mainly because I used to be viewed as one…a total freak according to most people in the Daloli-verse but i'm not a total freak though, well I am it's just I don't mind it and embrace it. You're probably wondering how Aykroyd chose me…well it's kind of funny, basically one night while I was meditating I had a weird dream about being possessed by him and before I knew it…I transformed into him. And that's when I woke up and discovered I had become him. It had become real. That's transformation for ya, and yet I wondered why. How and why did Aykroyd choose to possess me? Well it's a lot more complicated than just what I described earlier.

The process of turning into someone else always has fascinated me, mainly because I get to show of a side of myself I rarely get to show at least not that often, a side that is different than how I normally am. The process of transformation is fascinating, basically the entire process of turning into another form both mentally and physically and the alterations in general…and oh my, I realize that sounded Aykroyd-like already. On the night I first underwent this transformation, this was one of the traits I was taking on. I was listening to my darksynth/horror playlist and singing along to Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen. 'Under the blue moon I saw you. So soon you'll take me. Up in your arms, too late to beg you or cancel it. Though I know it must be the killing time, unwillingly mine.' As I was singing however, I was thinking about the dream I had…I couldn't help it, part of me was afraid but part of me also liked it and wanted it…but why? Why would I want to be Dan Aykroyd? Don't get me wrong I love him…it's just, wow…why? Maybe this was prophetic or something, maybe Aykroyd was my twin and I identified with him…maybe that was it. Being possessed by him did seem oddly entrancing and fun, maybe I would get to learn something from it.

"Connor, buddy…could you come here for a second?"

"Yes…master."

"I had this strange dream about Dan Aykroyd, I think I may have gotten it from Eukie."

Connor had this look that was worried but he could tell I needed him, he used his powers to try and get inside my mind…as I sighed and explained what was going on. I was worried even more than usual, how could I actually like the idea of becoming Dan Aykroyd? Could it have been the result of hanging out with Eukie? Had another Aykroyd fan somehow done this to me? I sighed and went back to my computer for a little bit. But as I did, I couldn't help but think of that dream…which in turn started to affect what I was doing, as I was watching Celtic Pride and taking screencaps I swear I could have heard Aykroyd's voice coming from the screen. 'Hey there Nathan, thinking about me I see.' 'Huh? Dan…but how?' 'It's simple…I have been using my powers to communicate with you via dreams and visions. I have been monitoring them and it seems as clear as crystal heads that you like the idea of becoming me.' I blushed, thinking about such things made me feel like I should be ashamed of it. But was I really right to be ashamed of liking Dan Aykroyd or even liking the idea of being him? It was these specific thoughts that were making me question my own sanity, but yet I identified with Aykroyd…so was it mutual? Was I really into the idea of being Aykroyd? All of this was intriguing to me. 'What is it?' 'I actually want this to happen but i'm kind of nervous.' 'Why?' There was that adorkable Aykroyd smile that always made me feel better and like I could relate to whatever character he was playing.

'It's just, Dan…I feel terrible about this.' 'Why? Because it's odd…part of me thinks that it would be weird to be you and the other wants it to happen.' 'Well..which part do you agree with more?' 'I don't know'. I blushed, I didn't know how to respond and I was conflicted…I had to think about what it meant to me. If this was my old self speaking as in me in my Drmusic2-1 days my old self would have said me 'Ick, me…become Dan Aykroyd, that vodka selling, ghost-obsessed dork? No thanks' but my current self would be like 'Hmmm….dare I risk it? Dare I decide to transform into this goofy yet adorable Canadian?'

I couldn't help but think of those dreams and that one dream, being possessed by Dan Aykroyd sounded like fun and who wouldn't want him to take over their body? Originally I hesitated, thinking that Dan wouldn't like my idea but that's when I caught that look in his eye and that signature wide smile. 'So…you like it then?' 'Oh yes, I would be more than happy to make that happen.' 'I don't know Dan, I'm a little nervous and unsure about this.' 'It will be fun, i'll help you.' 'Wait…you're going to help me?' 'Yeah, i'm going to help you by possessing you.' 'I'm alright with this, go ahead.'

Dan chuckled to himself as he took on a translucent form and entered my mouth, going down my throat and possessing me in the process. Which felt odd at first but I didn't mind it, keep in mind this is the first time he ever had possessed me and I had only seen this happen to Mel so far. My stomach gurgled loudly and I began to feel sickly despite not being physically ill, i'm half-vampire…how can a vampire get sick? I clutched my stomach for a little bit as it slowly swelled and broadened, only for my arms to also broaden as my hands enlarged and hairs sprouted on the former. You know how in those werecreature transformation movies where they sometimes show the hair/fur growing all over someone's hands and they show each follicle of hair/fur gradually sprouting in to give them the appearance of having fur on their arms and hands? Well that was what was happening to me, only I wasn't likely to be sporting sharp claws anytime. At least not in this episode.

It's funny, throughout the ages I attempted to change who I was to impress others only to find the only thing I need to become is me and that is it, I am me and that is what i'm happy with being…my work isn't perfect but who said anything about being perfect? I didn't come here for a popularity contest, I didn't come here to try and make anything deep and meaningful, i'm just me and there's nothing wrong with that and being me is the best me I can be.

"How does it feel?"

"Dan…it feels odd but interestingly I like it…"

"We're only getting started."

My chest and torso slowly swelled up and broadened, as hairs spread across the top of the former and down to my navel area…I didn't know Dan was so uhhhh..furry, but there you go. My body definitely seemed like it was bit on the hefty side but not too overweight, as my skin cleared up and gained a ruddy complexion, I never had paid much attention to my skin all that much…not since I got those scars from my surgery but I was definitely looking a lot better and healthier…I gasped a little as my dark blue spider shirt tightened but luckily it didn't rip as it remained on my body but grew to fight my new build before turning black, feeling my arms for a little bit I was wondering if my legs would undergo the same change and they did broaden a little but didn't have that much hair on them as opposed to my arms, now my arm follicles weren't exactly werecreature length and I didn't have Tom Jones, Alec Baldwin or Simon Cowell-esque chest hair but I had a good amount of it.

I chuckled a little and then felt my rear as it plumped up, it wasn't exactly womanly but it was quite plump and floofy which made me squeeze it a little bit. Hey what do you know I have Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass! That's not just a callback to an episode I did a couple of months ago but also a nod to an SNL podcast. The SNL podcast known as Saturday Night Jive has reviewed a few Dan Aykroyd movies and sometimes they call it Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass because apart from how funny it is to see them make jabs at Dan Aykroyd's 'dad-bod' that he gained in recent years, but it's just fun in general.

Anyway, having a rear like Dan's own one made me chuckle a few times…all of me seemed a bit heavier to be honest, without needing a scale I could say I weighed around 250lbs as my shoulders broadened and so did my back, okay that may have hurt a little but i'm used to it. My skin aged itself up a bit until it looked like I was in my 60's, specifically 67. I didn't mind it though as this was just part of the process…I slowly shot up in height from 5'7 to 6'1…you know it's odd, back when I was an actor in the local production company I was always viewed as the 'shortest' cast member despite not being any shorter than the other cast members. But now I was actually taller than I normally was. I've always been a theater geek, and i've always had a love of the theater…I definitely can thank Andrew Lloyd Webber for that. If it wasn't for those stories of Joseph's amazing dreamcoat of many colors or of those cats that do what Jellicle cats can I wouldn't have gotten into performing. Of course I myself am too meek and shy to go up on stage and sing my heart out, that's one of my major flaws right next to sometimes not being a very good listener when it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes my mind says things my heart disagrees with. And that can lead to really ugly things like for example fall-outs with friends. And sometimes I just have the worst luck, and sometimes I keep getting dragged into messes that I didn't even want to be involved in to begin with. A whole lot of complications get in the way ya know, a whole lot of complications including a deceased father. Even though my father often would get mad at me and yelled at a specifically bombastic volume that would make Brian Blessed sound quiet by comparison and made jokes only he himself laughed at, I still loved him…he was family after all.

Sometimes you really need to get to the route of the complication and fix it manually in order to truly patch things up, putting on your proverbial mechanic's overalls is merely the first step in a very long process of fixing something that has been broken. And oh my…did I just have an Aykroyd moment? I'm not even done transforming and I am still having Aykroyd moments. I examined my legs for a little and then my feet, my feet grew a bit in size as two of the toes on both stuck together a bit, making them appear to be webbed…just one of Aykroyd's unique traits. Not every guy has webbed toes.

I sighed in contentment….somehow to me this was naturally, the process of transforming in general always fascinated me and to become someone who was already similar to me was extremely fascinating in general, I never realized just how similar I was to Aykroyd up until now, but now I definitely see it…it's like looking in a mirror, albeit a mirror from another realm/dimension in which the reflection is that of Aykroyd but still a mirror nonetheless and that definitely reflects on me. I see myself as Aykroyd and it's beyond interesting, it's fascinating…and who's to say that transdimensional mirrors don't exist in our universe, maybe they do and maybe we can investigate their properties and find out more for ourselves, it is a very plausible possibility. And…oh my, another Aykroydism. My hair slowly shortened a little but became wavier, darkening in the process, now my hair usually is quite long but it's straight and not in my eyes, and it doesn't make me look like Iggy Pop or Russell Brand, not that I have anything against those two I love Iggy and my opinions of Russell have changed from what they used to be but it was a common thing for my enemies to make fun of my appearance. I blinked a little, I just had a little something in my eye.

Speaking of those eyes…both eyes widened but I noticed there was a difference. That difference being one of my eyes remained brown while the other turned green, yep…those are Aykroyd's eyes alright. Heterochromia is an interesting alteration where one eye color is a different color than the other one, like for example one eye is brown and one is brown. So excuse me…for forgetting, you see…I have forgotten if one of Dan's eyes is green or if it's blue, but the thing is…what I really mean, is that his are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen.

"Woah…this is really interesting, you have so many interesting traits."

"Aaaw thank you, i'm blessed with uniqueness. Everyone is special in their own way but there's no one like me."

"It's true, you are inimitable."

You know I was originally hesitant to do this but now that I see how similar I was to Dan, now I see that it makes sense. Not everything needs to make sense of course, sometimes it's best never to question these things, attempting to add logic to something that isn't supposed to make even the smallest bit of sense makes things go completely out of whack and all sorts of chaos to ensue. Sometimes it doesn't need to be explained, sometimes it's best to just relax and enjoy what is going on and to appreciate things for what they are, shunning others for being different isn't good…weird isn't terrible, it's fun. I mean my man Dan is weird but he is allowed to be since it's all part of his adorable charm.

My nose itched, an itchy nose is completely normal so this was nothing to worry about - as it enlarged and a small cleft appeared down the middle of it, giving me a nose that resembled his. My lips became a bit more kissable as my forehead enlarged and my eyebrows thickened, my face slowly growing rounder as my jawline altered. I could see that my features still were like mine but also were a little like Dan's own ones, I guess that would now literally make me his twin since now I looked a lot like him, my features slowly morphed themselves into a perfect replication of his features.

I always found the face morph part of the transformation to be the best part especially regarding this kind of transformation, and you can thank the late Michael Jackson for that. You know what i'm talking about, the Black Or White video…which utilized morphing technology digitally to create some impressive morphing sequences, and the Animorphs covers are what got me into wanting to make my own morphs to begin with but my morphs didn't turn out too well..oh well, I made do with what I had.

But if you think this was where my changes ended, think again…I felt a grumbling sensation in my throat as my voice deepened and gruffened, altering a couple of times and realigning itself into a perfect replication of Dan's voice complete with the appropriate amount of Aykroydian mannerisms and traits and there I go with the Aykroydisms…if Aykroydian isn't a word, I shall make it one. My mind and personality slowly altered, my memories were altering too…making me think I had been born as Dan…that's who I was, right? I certainly think so. I thought about my life and my career. All of these memories of my career as an SNL cast member and actor and my life growing up in Ottawa, Ontario. Ah yes that's right, I'm a Canadian…I don't remember being anything else. Paranormal knowledge filled my mind as my personality altered further….traces of my normal self fading away and being replaced with those of Dan. 'Yes that's who I am, i'm Daniel Edward Aykroyd…but everyone calls me Danny'. I chuckled to myself, I gotta admit…hearing this voice come out of me made me laugh. Now I completely see why he referred to me as his twin, because I am him. I was a fool to try and change who I was to impress others, I thought…well I thought that I could organize freedom, how Canadian of me.

"You were right Dan, I am so much like you."

"See? I told ya. We're very similar."

"This has definitely been a fun experience."

"There we go pal…how do you feel?"

"Actually I really feel good and I feel glad with who and what I am."

"That's good, because remember…you're me."

'Yeah, we're one and the same."

"I have something to show you."

As if by supernatural magic, various characters that I had played materialized in the room alongside me. 'Are they all me?' 'Yes, they are. They're part of the universe known as the Aykroyd-verse.' 'The Aykroyd-verse? Go on…tell me more.' 'Those podcast guys talked about a universe based around your characters and now it is real, they're all you and they're all there to help you be the best Aykroyd you can be.' Thus the beginning of this wonderfully wacky and unusual universe known as the Aykroyd-verse commenced, it was clear that I had a gift, the gift of being me, the gift of oddness…the gift of Aykroydishness.

I felt very excited about this and I was eager to help all those characters of mine, I had been hesitant to embrace my oddness in the past but now…I fully embrace it and that is what began the Aykroyd-verse. To this day it continues to grow, with multiple different Dan Aykroyd characters - as in characters played by me walking around, interacting with each-other and all of them having a fun time just being themselves and thus brings us to the moral I have brought for you. Don't be ashamed of being weird or different, being weird or different is fun and it's good to embrace who and what you are. Strange isn't always scary, strange can be good for you.

"That's right, don't be ashamed."

"Why would anyone be ashamed of being weird? Being weird is wonderful."

"Exactly."

Remember, don't be ashamed of being weird….being weird is fun, not everything makes sense…and that's fine with me. I'm Aykroyd and I know it. If you too are an Aykroyd, clap your hands and cheer. I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you. And that's the story of my Aykroydian addiction, an addiction that has now earned me several new followers and of course there's always room for more.

[sh1-n0bu]

It is 3am again and I am on Tumblr again to share every thought I've ever had so today's victim of my unquenchable thirst™ is not Scaramouche but Xiao. I cannot get enough of him he is just so mhhhhhh djchwhsjyjsnsnssjsjdjdnnbsbdbdbs. I do not have an urge to bring him to ruin. He's been through enough I just wanna be nice to him. Care for him. Poor thing. I give him many kisses too mwah mwah.

���︎ 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 ♡︎

characters: sub!xiao x gn!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, dacryphillia, dumbification, feminization, corruption, marking, as always i say cock but it can be a strap on as well, some hints of breeding, some heavy make out and ig that’s abt it

notes: GODS HORNY NONNIE I LOVE YOU AND I CANNOT MF STRESS THIS ENOUGH❗️❗️❗️i’ve always wanted to write smt for sub xiao bc how tf are y’all seeing him as a dom😃 bby would cry if given the slightest bit of affection. he’s a thousand year old extra virgin olive oil wtf y’all. anyways sorry i rambled, happy reading fellow horny ppl

sweet boy🥹

sweet sweet baby boy🥹

first of all it would take a lot of time and trust to get to this point of relationship with xiao

at first even a little bit of making out with him would leave him with a mushy brain and a hard cock

he loves loves loves! marking

kiss his neck, suck on it, leave hickeys, bruise him a little bit

make sure everyone knows who he is absolutely smitten for

he doesn’t mind being marked

he’s sensitive!

sensitive sensitive sensitive!!!

just playing with his cute pink nipples while sucking hickeys on his neck would get him to cum in his pants

and speaking of playing with his nipples whenever you play with them or suck on them he would be all whiny but secretly loves it

“hnngh - n-no… don’t do t-that… ‘m not a woman unngh~! aahhh~!”

has the prettiest moans

slightly feminine too

you think scara was loud? xiao is the loudest

the first time you offered to give a handjob he was nervous and excited

he wanted to be more intimate with you but he was afraid he might do something wrong and upset you

not to mention he doesn’t know a single thing about sex

slowly play with his cute small cock, rub the tip it makes him see stars

and when he was about the come he got scared because there was this weird hot feeling in his tummy and he didn’t know what it was and cried😢

you have to teach him about the basics of sex and that weird hot feeling in his tummy is completely okay

and when he first had his orgasm it felt sooo good, it felt like he was sent to celestia

since then he got addicted

wanted to know and feel more about the different pleasures of the flesh and poor boy got addicted

loves loves loves loves loves!!!! lovemaking

guide him through the things, teach him how to pleasure himself, how to ride your cock as his needy hole keeps sucking your cock in like a needy whore

but its okay he’s your sweet needy whore♡︎

the first time he took your cock he was incredibly nervous

was low-key afraid that he might break because it was just too big

definitely has a size kink, it doesn’t matter if you’re physically smaller than him, whenever your tip touches his hole he would trash around saying it would break him because your cock is just too big♡︎

always has a belly bulge♡︎

praise him

never degrade him, he might cry bc you hurt his feelings

would always want to hold hands while making love because he wants that reassurance and fuzzy feeling of being in love and being loved🥺

one time you forgot to hold his hand and he safeworded thinking he did something wrong

“hic y-you didn’t hol-d my hand a-and i thought i did s-something wrong…”

baby boy kwndksjfjkd

i feel like his favorite position would be missionary just so he can see your face and hold you close to him

easily gets overstimulated but loves the feeling so he let’s you keep going even though he’s sobbing and can’t think of a single thing<333

“aanngh! hiiig! [n-name]~~! auUUNGH~! nyaaah~! l-love you! loveyouloveyouloveyou!! kyaa-ngh~!”

since he’s and adepti and adeptis can have a human and animal form i feel like he would go into heats here and there

and boy when he gets into his heat he becomes a bit more… perverted

definitely would drunkenly giggle while guiding your hand and letting it slide up his tummy and to his tits

“giggle… [namee]~ be sure to fuck me full of your cum okay~? giggle”

so be sure to stuff him full okay? pinch his nipples, bite his neck, fuck his pretty cunt and fill him up until he’s satisfied♡︎

aftercare is important!!

after having his tummy fucked (his words not mine) he would need a nice warm bath

kiss his chubby little cheeks and the diamond mark on his forehead<3

hold his hand while whispering to him of how good he was and how he’s such a good boy, your beloved boy, your darling dearest

cuddles after sex is a must and i cannot stress this enough

hold him close, let him hear your heartbeat as he drifts of into sweet dreams because he knows you will always keep him safe and love him eternally

[shig-a-shig-ah]

Spinner + Oviposition👀 congratulations on your milestone!

@impalawrites not me in the discord server asking how tf to write this and not even realizing you were the one who requested it. Thanks for expanding my horizons--idk if I got it right, but it was fun!

» cw: breeding, consensual oviposition, belly bulge, Spinner only has one dick cuz I have some other double-dick stuff coming up lmao. 18+, minors DNI.

» a/n: Another from my 1k follower event. 

» wc: 1k

"Are you—a-ah—are you sure about this?"

The scales on Spinner's cheeks are flushed dark, his clawed fingertips scratching at the sheets as his hips buck up into your hand. Your fingers are slick with the clear fluid leaking from his tip, coating your fingers and his throbbing cock, running down his engorged shaft to pool on the bed beneath.

"I'm sure," you answer. "It's uncomfortable, right? I want to help."

It's the truth, or part of it. Your boyfriend had avoided you for days before finally telling you what was wrong, obviously struggling to control himself as he babbled nervously, distractedly, about springtime and mating cycles and eggs. He needed someplace to put them and you—sympathetic but also more intrigued than you admitted—had volunteered.

In his right mind, Spinner might not have accepted the offer. But the hormones flooding his system have had him worked up for days, achingly hard and desperate to bury himself in something warm and tight, the grip of his own fist not enough to release the clutch weighing heavy in his belly. So, when you ask if he's ready, he only nods.

You climb to straddle him, brushing the leaking head of his straining erection against your slit, and it's all Spinner can do to keep from forcing up into you when you start to sink down, something primal in the back his mind alight with the need to fill you up as quickly as he can, any semblance of pleasure be damned.

He restrains himself. Barely.

His claws dig into your hips when you start to ride him, the velvety walls of your cunt massaging every inch of his length. It's good, sparks of pleasure shooting along his spine as his cock weeps more of that clear liquid inside you, helping to stretch and soften you up for what comes next. But even when he starts to buck up to meet your movements, it feels all wrong, some part of his baser instincts left unsatisfied by the languid rolls of your hips and the way you pause to grind against him every time his tip kisses your cervix.

"N-need more," Spinner stutters, coherent words a challenge for his tongue. There's a haze starting to cloud his mind as he squirms more restlessly beneath you.

You kiss him, hard. "Whatever you want."

You start to work yourself faster, gasps and mewls escaping you as you bounce on his cock, angling yourself just right so he strokes that tender spot inside. It feels good, and Spinner can feel himself driving a little deeper with every thrust. But something's still off, not right. It's not supposed to be like this, you on top of him, slowly working yourself open and circling your hips. He's supposed to... supposed to...

Something snaps, the last of his rationale thoughts falling away, and then he's digging his fingers into you more harshly, rolling you beneath him in one abrupt movement. You let out a surprised whimper at that reversal of your positions, and another strained gasp when Spinner shoves your knees towards your chest, rutting his hips into erratically.

"I'm sorry," he manages to bleat as he fucks into you roughly, but you only shake your head, let your eyes roll back. The rail of his length against your cervix should hurt but it doesn't, only feels impossibly good thanks to whatever his own body has been spurting to prepare yours, that clear liquid now coating your cunt and your inner thighs, allowing him to glide in and out of you with ease, filling the room with lewd squelches alongside your own noises.

"Gonna...gonna c-cum," you whine, and a moment later you're clenching around him, drawing him deeper into your greedy hole, and when you finally slump, muscles relaxing from riding that high, Spinner finally manages what his body has been waiting for. The tip of his cock plunges it's way through your slowly-stretching cervix, impossibly tight and incredible wrapped around his length.

"O-oh, OH," You cry out at the breach, and he musters a flicker of anxiety at your possible discomfort, but one look at your face makes clear that's not why you're keening. Your face has gone slack, eyes rolled back in obvious ecstasy as your sex flutters around him.

With one last drive of his hips, Spinner buries himself as deep in your insides as he can manage, hips stilling and his own grunts and gasps falling from his lips as he feels something shifting in his own gut, his shaft pulsing and stretching as the first of his clutch starts the journey towards your womb. It’s carried alongside more of his own leaking slick. 

Another long, low moan echoes off your lips as you're stretched wider by that first egg, your body twitching and convulsing as the pressure of it sends you to another peak.

"You're doing so good," Spinner manages to murmur, and you give the faintest of nods, barely aware of what he's saying, of anything except the exquisite stretch of your insides. You hadn't expected it to feel like this. So good, so right. "I think—ngh—I think just one more,” he gasps, his own voice strained.

Then you're shuddering again as your walls are forced wide again, the press of his egg against your sensitive front wall sending you shuddering and clenching again, those contractions only helping to guide it deeper until it finds it's home.

Spinner pulls away a little when the last of those eggs is buried safely in your womb, his own head slowly clearing even as you continue to mewl and quiver beneath him. He lets one clawed hand come to rest on your lower belly, massaging lightly, and watching with wide eyes as the remnants of his and your cum dribble out. Your insides feels strange when he pushes and prods, too, and when you glance down you can see the bulge of your lower belly stretching to accommodate his clutch. 

The sight spurs an odd feeling of pride and protectiveness in you, the visceral nature of it catching you off guard, at least for a moment. After a moment though, that sense of possessiveness settles. Feels right. Why wouldn’t you feel such an intense attachment to your eggs?

[immaculatetfs]

Hey! I have a story idea. What if a group of bros decide to go cow tipping on a farm and the farmer is a wizard. He stops them and attaches cow bells to their necks slowly transforming them into cows. Their utters produce muscle milk which he sells in stores.

Can do (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

                                                     Muscle milk

*Animal TF*

Jaques Caleb and Chad had been best friends since starting school together. All three had been quick to meet on the football field, their loud, immature humour making the trio thick as thieves, all the while making the rest of their classmates dismiss them as egg-headed and obnoxious, stereotypical jocks. This bond between these three only strengthened as they grew into their late teens.They spent most of their time together either working out, playing football or partying. There was a rumour that back in the 50’s there had been a tradition for highschool leavers to go cow tipping on their last day, a practice that had been outlawed after perpetrators had mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps it was this that gave Caleb the notion at the school ball afterparty.

“YOOOOO BROOOO We should go cow tipping Broo” he slured

“What? Nah bro well miss the party” replied Chad as he made out with his girlfriend

“WeRe gOnnA MIss ThE pArTY, nah man. It's gonna be a RIOT. Don't you wanna uphold the Greenfield tradition?” Mocked Caleb

“Nah man, come with us , it's gonna be HILARIOUS” Jaques chimed in

“Ugh you guys are such idiots. Seeya babe” Chad gave his girlfriend one last long kiss and the trio left the party’s smell of deodorant and booming music, their heads swimming  with fireball and beer and mouths chuckling as Caleb made ribald remarks of what they would do to the unsuspecting cows.

They chose a field that was about 20 minutes away from their school that just scraped the outskirts of town. They believed that nobody would be looking out as the last caught tipping was ages ago, but still wanted a quick escape. 

After climbing over the wire fence, the three made their way up a hill to the nearest heftier, a large cow with swollen udders and belly, likely late in the stages of pregnancy. 

“Nah guys we shouldn't do this, it's wrong” said Chad, having sobered up on his walk there, but both of his mates ignored him entirely as they usually did. The two snuck up to the side of the slumbering animal, creeping up until they had hands right against her hide. 

Caleb looked left to Jaques, who gave him a stupid grin.

“One……..”

Twooooooooooo”

“STOP” a deep, mature voice commanded. They  froze. Behind them a man had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere

“What are y’all doing on my property this time’a night” he said in a thick southern drawl

“You kids doin’ some cow tipping?”

They were unable to move, each standing like statues in the cold, night air.

“My bad, y'all can move now” he waved his hand

Suddenly they could breathe again

“Sir, We didn't do anything!” pleaded Jaques

“Yeah sir! Nothing!” Caleb paroted 

The stranger sighed. Well I ca……..

“Well do anything, just don't call the cops on us! I have a scholarship and iy that happens...!” Caleb cried out, interupting

For a moment there Caleb thought he saw a sinister sparkle in the strangers eye, but it  was gone as fast as it had appeared, if it was ever there at all

“Well i've been needing work done round here recently, how's that sound?”

The sobered younger men agreed, reasoning  it was better shovel some hay than get caught breaking the law.

“Great, Follow me” 

He led the group to a large shed, heavy with the pungent smell of animals. They could hear cows mooing

I’ll need y’all to stick these round yer necks” the farmer pointed to three huge, steel cowbells, attached to leather harnesses that laying together on the barn floor.

“What?” exclaimed Caleb

“Put it on or do I need to tell the cops what I saw tonight?” the man said darkly

Begrudgingly, the three men lifted up the heavy metal bells and clasped them around their necks, struggling with the weight. 

“Don't we need better fitting ones? This is almost down to my belly button, and it's so heavy as shit!” complained Jaques

“Oh that's gonna right itself now don't you worry kid” the man clicked his fingers and all three of the jocks began to feel queasy. “Now y’all will stay here now wont you? I need to go get some things.” The man walked out of the barn, followed by an *click* as the door was locked.

The three jocks looked at each other, a mixture of fear and confusion on each of their faces. 

Suddenly, Caleb moaned.

“Oh guys, I feel really fucking weird” he said. He felt his balls tight against the fabric of his underpants, and when he looked down he could swear his bulge was bigger

“Guys, what’s happening?” His bulge was definitely getting bigger

“I don't know, but it's happening to me as well!” Jaques stared in horror as his sack grew with exponential speed until became so large it was visible against his baggy workout shorts 

“Ohhhh” moaned Caleb as his jeans tore apart with a RIIIP and his engorged sack spilled out, exposing himself for all his bros to see. 

Bonus pic

“What the fuck is that!” he exclaimed “It looks like a, a …”

“An udder”

Behind them, the farmer had returned with two buckets in hand. He was grinning

“The fuck is happening? I thought we were just gonna shovel some shit and be done?” the panic was clear in Caleb’s voice

“Never said nothing ‘bout that, told y’all that I needed work done. I ain't had no new muscle milk cows for a while, bout time I got myself a breeding pair or two” he smirked at the terrified jocks

“Speaking of” he looked over at Chad, who was growing a bulge of an entirely different sort than Caleb and Jaques. While their balls swelled to inhuman size, his member was growing longer and longer while his balls dropped lower and lower. His dick’s tip thinned, losing its mushroom-shape and becoming slender and pointed. Chad stared at his new member in horror, “I'm becoming a Bull” 

“There's a smart kid! and what are thems bout to be?”

“C..Cows''

The stranger walked over to Caleb, grabbed his member and gave it a firm tug. Orgasmic pleasure rolled over Caleb as thick musky cum squirted out his erect cock from his full sack, causing him to moan

“Hear that? yer gonna be a cow. Looks like you two are coming along nicely, rest of yer new nipples should be coming bout now”

And so they did, pushing out of the two jocks swollen new udders emerged round fleshy nipples, each was a size and thickness that made indistinguishable from what had been their loved cocks.

With the udders fully formed, the farmer tugged the two shell shocked jocks over buckets, his skilled hands milking them simultaneously. At first, hot jets of thick white pungent cum squirted out of their udders, but as the rhythmic tugging and squeezing and massaging continued, the content of these spurts became thinner and turned pink until what they excreted was entirely warm, creamy, muscle milk. The farmer dipped his finger into the liquid for a taste. Satisfied,  he then took the entire bucket and chugged, with each gulp his already toned frame grew harder and harder, his muscles expanding. “ ahh always best fresh.” he exclaimed, wiping his mouth of the warm, rich, creamy substance. 

the already muscular jocks began to bulk as well, though not solely with muscle. Their stomachs, pecs and asses swelled bulbously with muscle that was then smothered with a thick layer of wobbling fat. This expansion left the clothes of the men as little more than rags. Their fingers merged together, nails thickening and darkening as their thumbs sunk into their hands, all the while the same was happening to their feet concealed by their worn sneakers. Soon in place of hands and feet, the jocks had hooves 

As his body bulked up further, Caleb’s centre of gravity began to change. For a precious few seconds he wobbled and flailed, until ungraceful falling onto all fours. Try as he might, he would never again stand up. Jaques had better luck, keeping balance until he felt a harsh shove on his thick muscle ass and he too fell on his new hooves, humiliated.

Chad’s bull cock had been hard and throbbing all the while watching this, pumping him to the brim with raging bull hormones. He was overcome by the tide of  testosterone, surrendering to base animal instinct. Nothing mattered save eating sleeping and fucking. Gone was all of his higher brain functions His body expanded thicker and thicker as he grew to a size that put his two  bros to shame. From his head he felt a splitting pain as horns flushed out through his skin. No longer capable of speech, he roared in pain, a sound that deepened as it went on, becoming entirely animal as his vocal chords rearranged. He fell onto all fours, his feet and hands having been replaced with hooves and raw muscle.

As all three stood on all fours, the transformation accelerated. They felt as their organs rearranged in their massive bellies, their stomach splitting into five chambers as to better digest huge amounts of food. They lost control of their bowles, leaving piles of filth behind the widened holes. The taints of Jaques and Caleb sucked into their bodies, changing into the fertile wombs of muscle milk cows. The pheromones that they released drove the new bull into a frenzy and he mounted Caleb, who had only moments before been his best bro.

“I’ll leave you three too it, see ya tomorrow bright an early for milking” the farmer left the barn, not even bothering to even close the door. 

The skin of the young men began changing, it hardened, thickening into a rough and thick hide as short, pink hair sprouted across it. The last thing to change was their heads, noses moistened, becoming wide flat across their faces, eyelashes grew and hair fell from their heads. The men’s ears elongated into cow ears, being covered with the same hair that was now thick across their bodies. Their mouths pushed out, becoming snouts as their screams of lust as they mated lowered to base, animalistic grunts, moans then finally moo’s. Finally, Jaques and Caleb began to lose their minds, Chad having already succumbed to his base animal lust. Memories of being human disappeared from them, lives at school and at home, their crushes, their best and worst games everything was replaced with memories of gorging on grass, being milked (or mounting) and restfully sleeping in the barn. 

Despite this, there is evidently still present a bond between the three .The two new cows are inseparable. The same might be said of our new bull, though his mind would treat anything with a hole as an intimate friend

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[blownbybakugou]

Hello! I’m the short s/o anon and I would love a part 2! I was cracking up when I read the head cannons (my b for not noticing that you don’t write for Sero btw) For part two I don’t mind Mirio, Aizawa, Hawks, and Kirishima. Now two of these guys are a bit tougher than the last ones since Mirio is...chile, look at him. A kick won’t do shit and Aizawa is a pro hero that would reverse it or see it coming. I can see Hawks and Kiri getting caught off guard, but let’s make the s/o into a true feral gremlin. 😎

Let’s give em a strong quirk! Either super strength (what could possibly go wrong? :D). Like they’ll yeet buses with no issue, so they’ll walk off before throwing a whole book case or table at anyone calling them short or they could turn into a demon-like monster (with horns) and maul tf outta her victims 😈

Hello short Anon! It’s cool, not a lot of people saw my character post, so it’s not your fault. And thank you for your requests, I need lots of them to get me through some shit rn. Feel free to request a part 3 as well :)).

Part 1 || Part 3

Mirio, Aizawa, Hawks and Kirishima w/ a Short Badass S/o (Who also has a Super Strength Quirk)

Mirio

He’s just there, chillin,

And then he sees you walking up to him.

His immediate response reaction is to say,

“Hey my little ball of Sunshine!”

But of course, your mind zeros in on the part of little.

You activate your quick and kick him in the shins,

Watching him double over in surprise.

He picks up on your anger of the word ‘little’ quickly,

And he never dares say that again. 

He instead calls you his strong ball of sunshine,

Just so he can make you happier.

He never experienced the withdrawal of kisses,

Mostly because he leaned down from the beginning.

He could never live without your kisses.

Legit, 

He lives and prides off of those pecks you give him

So it’s certain he will just lift you up,

And kiss you himself.

He doesn’t like watching you hurt others,

But “Timber bitch” might just be his new favorite one liner.

Smiles wider whenever you say it too.

Aizawa

It’s become a game at this point.

The game is called,

“Can s/o take down the Aizawa”

The overall turnout is:

No.

This man got some heavy defense skills.

So he calls you whatever tf he wants.

Nothing you can do about.

It goes a little something like this:

“What do you want little one?”

“Tf you call me?”

*Attempts to drop kick him*

*Blocks professionally*

“Not today, tiny kit.”

And you think removing affection will do something?

Newsflash,

IT DOESN’T DO SHIT

He was a recluse way before he met you,

That isn’t gonna change just because he is in a relationship.

What you can do, is hide his sleeping bag away from him

And get a days worth of no teasing from telling him where it is.

Or, he might just bribe you with cuddles.

Because no one can resist that shit.

Hawks

He can feel you coming from a mile away smh

He will purposely slide a short comment your way 

and then wait for you to strike...

Then he’ll fly up into the air and let you tumble to the ground.

He finds it hilarious

Take his kisses.

Right away.

He will act all nonchalant about it,

But he is weak for you affection.

So you’ll probably see him on the floor with his pride in a million shards next to him

Begging for you to kiss him.

Just give in.

Please, he needs it.

(But give him a kick in the gut for messing with you when he doesn’t expect it)

He really enjoys watching you take down people who call you short,

The way he should be taken down

So he records all the moments he sees,

So he can make a collage out of them to show your future children.

If you think you aren’t having children,

Think twice.

Hawks has a breeding kink the size of life,

And you’re just gonna have to deal with that.

Kirishima

He would honestly take the hit.

Just because he loves you so much,

And it was kinda unmanly of him to call you short in the first place.

So he just lets you kick him,

And he falls and laughs at your quip.

Again, he leans down so you can kiss him.

He doesn’t want you to strain yourself for something he wants.

You probably want it too but no one has to know that

He usually intervenes if you are attacking someone else

But if it’s someone who deserves it,

Like Mineta,

He’ll be watching and listening from the sidelines.

“YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO SPEAK MINI GRAPE”

“Get ‘em baby!”

and let’s be honest,

He won’t call you short too often anyway,

Because that’s unmanly.

I already got a request for Part 3. Jeez, you guys really like my shitty writing o-o

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