#💜 ; anon

[improbable-outset]

you're panties were absolutely soaked.

your cunt was just *so* sensitive ever since you had new resident in your womb.

you felt francis grind up against your pussy, causing your panties to soak even more.

"f-francis- i-" you could barely speak as your desires took over you. you needed to be filled up. again and again. he had no issue with that.

he pulled down your panties to reveal your cunt. just as gorgeous and glistening as it was those 7 months ago when he knocked you up.

he needed to be inside you.

he unbuttoned his work pants to reveal his cock, already hard and leaking.

"just seeing you full of my child is enough to get me hard" he said, breath hot against your face, the tip of his cock gracing the lips of your soaked pussy.

"francis-- please fuck me," you begged, with something that almost sounded like pain in your voice.

"anything for you, my love"

he roughly thrusted his cock into your hole, obnoxious squelching sounds being made in the processes, skin slapping skin as he pounded into like his life depended on it.

he was so big, your insides hurt from the stretch of him. but it was a good type of hurt.

all of a sudden, he swapped positions with you. suddenly you were on top of him, riding him.

"francis?" you moaned as he guided your plump body to bounce on his cock. a ring of white liquid formed at the base of his cock. you felt so good. you were close. and so was he.

you keep bouncing on him, your ass slapping his thighs in the process so loudly you're positive you woke up your entire apartment complex with the obscene noises.

"baby, i'm close," he groans quietly.

"i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum inside you again. i'm *only* ever gonna come inside you,"

you couldn't process his words before you felt yourself being filled up with his milk.

he knew you weren't satisfied completely. he flipped you on your back one last time before spreading your legs. revealing your cum soaked cunt to the world. he licked his lips.

you whined "francis..."

"i know baby, i know"

he started with kitten licks, slowly rubbing around your clit. a taste he was addicted to.

you felt a knot in your stomach form, a knot getting tighter and tighter as he began to swirl his tongue inside of you.

he could tell you were close. you were more slick, and a lot saltier than usual.

he grabbed one of your heavy breasts and gave it a squeeze, milk coming out of it.

"come for me, baby girl."

-💜anon

OMG ANON

FEEDING US SO WELL

[artdcnaldson]

patrick is a dribbler, art is a shooter and i mean BUCKETS

-💜

Art cums so much like he paints his tummy and chest with ropes and ropes it's sooo messy <3 Could probably hit his face honestly if he hadn't cum in a while tbh

[purpleberiii]

What do you think will happen if Nightingale's wife reverted back to a child, let's say for about a week? But then the sinners want to steal Nightingale's wife to the point that Nightingale will walk in her office to see her wife surrounded with Zoya, Bai Yi, Langley, Shalom, Rahu, Eleven, Eirene, Chameleon, Chealsea and Hamel

All are planning something but luckily your wife was there to save you

-💜anon

Omg this is an amazing idea 😫

"Little Ms. Captain"

☆Prompt: Eureka made a potion and wanted the arrest captain to try it out. After seeing the effects of the potion, she knew she made a mistake somewhere.

☆Warnings: Wholesome fluff, includes, Nightingale, Bai Yi, Zoya, Langley, Eleven, Rahu, Chelsea, Eirene, Chameleon.

Since you it was your job to take care of the sinners, Eureka called you and several other sinners into her lab, asking each of them to be her test subject. None of them agreed, so you stepped up and agreed, not knowing that she accidentally mixed wrong chemicals inside the potion. You took a sip and didn't feel anything strange so you gave her a thumbs up.

At the end of the day, Nightingale and you were cuddling together in your shared bed and after a few touches and teasing, you made love to your wife, lasting for atleast four hours before falling asleep with a weird gut feeling.

The sun rays blared through the curtains of your shared room, Nightingale woke up, the sheets covering her red and bitten chest. She looked around and her heart stopped in her chest when she saw a child sprawled out on the bed, snoring away naked. "What in the hell?!" Hearing her loud voice, the child woke up, startled upon seeing the panicked expression on Nightingale's face. "Y/n? Is that you?"

"Yes it's me what-ahh!" You see how tiny your hands looked and realised that Nightingale looked bigger than usual. Did she grow? Or did you shrink? You pulled off the covers and saw tiny feet and toes. "Oh my fuck I'm a child! It must be the potion Eureka mixed for me!" Nightingale's was still in shock before she reached over and hugged you close to her body, squealing at her downright adorable you looked.

"H-hey! Hey stop it!" She didn't stop as she kept cuddling and kissing you. You sighed as you knew you weren't getting away anytime soon.

When you and her arrived, Nightingale had you wrapped up in her coat, your tiny frame clinging to her body. When chief asked where you were, she opened her coat and you popped out. "You're so little... and cute!!" Chief pulled you out of Nightingale's coat and squished you as Nightingale watched with a smile on her face.

Even though you were a child, you had no choice but to return to your station and when your arrest team saw you, they all squealed upon seeing a little Captain. Despite that cute facade, you had a strict and commanding tone, and no one could take you seriously that day. "I'm so sorry caption but you're just too cute!"

"Yeah boss, I can't take you seriously at all!"

You sighed at all the comments and let them off that day. Word got around quickly that the arrest captain turned into a child by one of the sinners and the other ones had crazy ideas.

In the afternoon, you were seated in Nightingale's office when the door creaked open and several sinners walked in with a mischievous smile on their faces. Even the leader of the Nineth agency was there. "What are you guys doing here?!" Your face was red due to embarrassment of them catching you.

"We came to pay our beloved Captain a respect," Langley replied with a smirk. The sinners started surrounding your chair, and Zoya kicked the table away to surround you from the front.

"Your cheeks are... chubby..." Hamel breathed out, mesmerised by your cute yet pretty face.

"Oh you sure can be my sugar baby," Chelsea out emphasis on 'baby'.

"For such a mean Captain, you are cute as a child," Shalom chuckled.

You gulped as you were surrounded by hot women. Before Chameleon could lift you, Nightingale's voice blared through the room. "Please step away from her!" She marched through the room and pushed through the Sinners and picked you up, with you immediately clinging to her.

"No touching!" They all 'awwed' at your squeaky voice before Langley told them all to return to their cells.

"Have fun in that form, little Ms. Captain," she smiled before walking away. You and Nightingale looked at each other before you whined and pouted, while she just chuckled.

"Well I guess I won't be letting you go any time soon then."

Let's just say, you paid Eureka a nice visit once you returned to normal.

[beloveds-embrace]

We need a part 2 to the Duke Dom 141, it was perfect. On that subject, I can very much imagine the Price would not be very happy at Grimes and probably fire him or let Kyle and Johnny handle him in some way simply because the duchess belongs to price and his lovers. No one else but theirs. I can see Simon having a lovely little chat with Graves as well and Graves gets all cocky and would like try to prove a point to the boys and act like him and the duchess would be better because “After all, she needs someone to do it especially if her own husband can’t” and it kinda strikes something in Price and he and the boys show the duchess what it would be like to be with them and the boys would all just woo her and give her gifts or even more of a special treatment and Graves becomes like an after thought in her mind and she just focus’ on the boys and gets with them completely forgetting about Graves.

… I just realized I was rambling, sorry my love have a good day😭

-💜-

First of all, never apologize for rambling omg i don’t mind at all 😭🫶🏻 have a good day as well lovely!

Second of all, YES. Graves absolutely does put his foot in his mouth and thinks just because reader’s loneliness and craving for intimacy means she’s interested in him enough to the point where he can mouth off to Kyle and Johnny more than usual, and mouth off to Simon and John while being a cocky little shit and if he does make that comment towards John or within his earshot he’s basically just giving them the gun to end his life faster lmaoooo

[2-dsimp]

The Boss would be insufferable to be around, always sighing and mourning over not getting his latest dosage of pure perfection on his phone screen. If he wasn’t already lazy before you’d mistake him for being the embodiment sin of Sloth.

“It’s been 1 day, 6 hours, 24 minutes, and T-minus 30 seconds since they last posted anything...”

Danny droned, as he stared longingly at past pictures and video clips of his darling. His slender fingers trailing across the digital contours of your figure with a needy trembling pout of his chapped lips.

“that’s the same amount of time my life started to fail in having any meaning”

He finished with a stray crocodile tear collecting ruefully within his nonexistent tear ducts. That dried up from pulling all nighters obsessing over your page and any anime fandoms that could take his mind off you (to which none of them did).

All of the remaining hitman members merely eyed their leader in either exasperation, amusement, or just plain old disappointment for being such a sad waste of space.

It got so bad to the point where he’d just be found around random spots in the hideout glued to the floor like a dead corpse.

His phone clutched within a death grip as he was surrounded by picture posts that he printed out from your social media. Almost as if he was preforming a self sacrificial ritual to evoke your page to give him an update on what you were doing.

To be blunt Danny would just be a sad sap without you, leaving his team to pick up the slack and set out individually to bring you back. If only to shut up their Boss from whining depressive monologues about how he was useless without his darling to fanboy over. And get his ass to start working like an actual decent human being.

[muffinsin]

Hii! I'm a new anon! I love your work, and so I decided to throw in a sugestion myself, as I noticed you hadn't done this already

So, I was thinking about either the sisters during their ovulation period, orrr maybe gp! Sisters with a reader who has it

I'm not sure if I good for all the rules, hehe...

-💜 anon

Hi, hon! Welcome to this blog/to being an anon! :)

Why not both? ;P Let’s get into it🙌

Masterlists

Bela

Bela during her ovulation period

Now, having a bit of a breeding kink, and knowing her body well enough to know just when she’s ovulating, this is certainly an…interesting time period

It’s certainly the time she’s in the mood most often, as well as when her horniness seems to- reach new heights

The only problem is that this ovulating period is when she’s the most fertile, too

And being quite fertile already, this occasionally becomes, difficult, perhaps, if you happen to have a cock

Otherwise, there’s little downsides to this period of time, really

Bela’s all on you, trying to very hard to act collected, calm even

She won’t just pounce on you, no, she deems herself far above such things

And still, during the times she’s ovulating, it’s most likely you happen to catch her naked

Often, she’ll act casual about this

An unlocked door as she bathes, just enough foam to hide her body, just enough of her poking out to tease you

Her stomach exposed when she stretches and your shirt rises up, her nipples hard and poking against the fabric

Her body on display when she changes, taking her sweet, sweet time

Her thighs on you when she sits on your lap, kissing, humming, gently grinding down

G!P Bela when you’re ovulating

Now, as calm and collected she can be, or likes to think she is, this fades away almost entirely when it’s you who is ovulating

When your blood is even sweeter than normal

Your scent, sweet, almost luring her in

Your body, pleading her to plow you

It isn’t often that Bela gets feral. This is one of the times

And yes, of course, she doesn’t want you to get pregnant when the two of you aren’t planning for a child

But she has plenty self control

And she’s plenty capable of having fun without cumming inside of you

After all, she finds you look excellent with her creamy cum splattered across your stomach and thighs

When you’re ovulating, it takes but a single look and plea for her to pounce

She’ll hold you to her, drink from your wrist or your neck while she fucks you

Gentle, at first, harder, in time

She wants you to feel every bit of her, wants to ensure you can feel just how capable she is of breeding you during this time of the month

She’ll never take too much from you, of course, will only drink from you as an appetizer, your body being the main course

Oh, and how she loves to devour you

Cassandra

Cassandra during her ovulation period

Some would think Cassandra might be a little kinder when ovulating

Those, however, would be deadly wrong…

When ovulating, she’s more violent- and in the mood- than ever

She likes it rough, wants it multiple times a day, usually

She’s bloodthirsty and insatiable

Her breasts ache, and the discomfort only adds to her bad mood

At the same time, when you massage her breasts to ease the pain- or maybe add to it- it only riles her up more, and more, and more

Unlike Bela, she has no qualms about appearing bold, though

In fact, it’s likely she’ll pull you right from your work multiple times during this period of time, demanding you “help her out” or “let her take it out on you”

Really, both options have her be quite demanding

Ideally, she’ll use toys when in the bedroom, perhaps even take turns on who gets to use them on who

But, sometimes, she just can’t quite wait that long

And as such, you’ve often tugged along, held and pulled by her or even tugged and carried along by her swarm

She’ll drag you into the nearest unoccupied room, smirking mischievously

Needless to say, you’ll spend a significant amount of time on your knees in front of her, then

She is, after all, quite insatiable

G!P Cassandra when you’re ovulating

Much like her sister, Cassandra has…less control over her need when you’re ovulating

She’s a little bit of a bloodhound, capable of picking up every little thing

Especially as it comes to you, that is

She knows when you’re on your period, when you’re about to get on your period, just after

She’s fully aware of when you’re ovulating and she insists;

Your blood tastes sweeter, too

Uncaring of whether or not she might accidentally get you pregnant, Cassandra will be very eager to “help you out” whenever you need her to, and allow her to

She can take you for hours, and fully plans on doing so, giving you little moments and breaks to eat and regain your strength before she dives in again

She assures you; it’s your pheromones, sweet, far sweeter than normal, almost tempting her

How could she resist?

Still, she’ll take great care of you after

She’ll keep you in her arms, hold you tight and kiss you gently

She loves you so much

Daniela

Daniela during the ovulation period

When ovulating, Daniela has certain…cravings and behaviour

Generally these things rather easy to deal with

She craves sweet things,

so you retrieve all sweet dishes from the kitchens for her

She feels light stomach pains,

so you rub her stomach for her and kiss her, and hold her, and make her forget all about her pain

And she loves it!

And, she has increased libido

Who are you to deny her?

While being very playful and getting in a needy mood quite often, all reaches its peak when she’s ovulating

She’ll seek you out daily, likely even multiple times a day, whining, moaning, or squirming in anticipation already

So long as you can’t get her pregnant, you’re set, really. Otherwise…well, she is at the highest risk of being impregnated. And she absolutely demands you to cum inside when she’s this needy and- perhaps unfortunately- this fertile

Otherwise, she’ll want to be pampered even during sex

Kisses, fingers, lips, your tongue, to be held and touched just right at the same time

G!P Daniela when you’re ovulating

Daniela is eager on most days,

Eager, yes…

But when you’re ovulating…when you’re just so perfect to be bred and played with

She’s not just eager. She’s desperate

Now, not always does that translate into something sexual

Often, when you’re ovulating, you find her right on top of you too

Curled up, sleeping soundly, her flies buzzing so loud it could even be mistaken as purring

Content, happy, high on the sweet taste of your blood and scent

When you do let her drink your blood during this time, it gets her very energetic, a little like feeding candy to a child before bedtime or consuming caffeine just before trying to sleep

She’ll be up all night, even try to get you to play with her, or cuddle at the very least, and eventually allow you to sleep while she runs off to bother her sisters

When you do express the wish to feel her, to let her grab you and fill you, she’s all on board

She can go for very long, over and over again, especially during this time

She whines; she can’t help it, really

You’re irresistible

[seabirdtxt]

man idk why but i just kinda want to make creator! reader's backstory SAD like they were tortured (?) just to keep the rest of humanity/teyvat safe.. like i am a SUCKER for sad/traumatic backstories!! just a little brainrot i need to get out!!

i'll keep this short and sweet i told myself. lmao. i forgot i'm a sucker for easy angst

Blood of God

Notes: Sagau cult au, cut-based injuries, blood sacrifice. bunch of fun stuff. Reader is the Creator, golden blood, etc. read at your own discretion

WC. 976

----- ⚘ -----

When you first descended into Teyvat, You were initially met with praise and celebration. Countless festivals were held in Your name. Your beloved characters, Your acolytes, were the first ones in line to beg for Your blessings.

That's when everything started to go downhill.

With the realization that Your physical presence in the world meant no more divine guidance, Your acolytes grew desperate for Your blessings. Blessings that You, as a mortal human being, could not grant. Not to the same degree that You used to, when You played the game and bestowed buffs and upgrades aplenty to all Your teams, and generously ascended even those You didn’t have plans for.

But now, even as You stand before them in flesh and blood, Your godlike abilities have been reduced to mere party tricks. You spoke to the animals, and twisted the breeze. You made flames dance with a single gesture, and grew pretty flowers in your footsteps. None of this helped the acolytes, though.

Interest in Your well-being, in You, dwindled. Your acolytes wished You well, the rare few even questioning Your divinity, and sent You on your merry way.

Abandoned and unarmed in a world full of hostile creatures, You took up jobs with the Adventurers Guild. First, it was fetching and delivering goods for the city citizens. Then, it was carrying messages across the countryside from town to town. Lastly, it was picking off monster camps that strayed too close to civilization.

This is where a few of your acolytes found You, injured and bleeding brass-coloured ichor into the dirt and swinging wildly with Your adventurer’s sword.

Deity or not, Your acolytes were not ones to stand idle while another was put in harm’s way. Into the fray they jumped, and fought by Your side despite their reservations about You.

In the heat of the battle, the acolytes noticed something strange. Those sprayed with Your blood were given increased strength and capability for a short while, until the stain dried and wore off.

Encouraged, they investigated further. Using some of Your blood as war paints extended the duration of the blessing by nearly double, coating their weapons with it would increase the effectiveness of their strikes, and a brave few discovered that ingesting it would boost them all-around for the entirety of the day.

Harken, and rejoice! For irrefutable proof of the Creator’s benevolent presence has been revealed! And You, desperate for their love and acceptance, gave it to them without question.

A beautiful, elaborate temple was built in Your honour, with ceremonial blades scattered throughout the decor and deep channels filled with ever-flowing ambrosia running across the floor. As Your holy blood continued to be spilled, the hue of it began to run a shimmering gold.

Those who sought Your blessings need only visit you in Your temple, bringing offerings of kill trophies and unearthed relics. Then, they would partake of Your divinity by their choice of method, dipping their reverent hands in the rivers of ichor that pulse across the temple grounds.

You haven’t stopped bleeding in months.

It was bearable at first, when the first time the channels were filled You were pleased to discover that they would not run dry for some time. When the acolytes came for lessings, you would only need to refill the trenches every few days.

You asked if they could bring You softer offerings, of sweet foods and thoughtful bouquets. Such shows of softness were dismissed with a laugh. What need did you have for plants, when the strength you gave them could afford you even the rarest and most difficult trophies to obtain?

But the Abyss came. Celestia’s wrathful gaze descended. Your acolytes were fighting a war on two fronts.

They came on their hands and knees, emptying your stores quicker than you could refill them. Eventually, you took to sitting in the golden throne with your preferred blade, sluggishly carving yourself open to ensure the continued survival of your beloved acolytes.

It wasn’t enough.

Please, they begged. Give us the strength You once were able to grant. Show us the stars in your eyes and in your blood once more, that we might fight and win in Your name.

Filled with fear, and hurt, and love, you gave them everything you had left.

Their lips and teeth stained with brilliant auric gore, they took to the fields once again. The Abyss fell before them, the cursed beasts of the land fell into disarray and fled into the winds. Celestia conceded victory.

The acolytes cheered and danced in the aftermath of their slaughter. Eager to show their renewed devotion, they returned home to You.

But Your temple had crumbled, and the deep wells that once held Your pulse have turned to dust. Your blessing was but glittering sand in their mouths as they sort through the rubble to find any traces of You.

There was no way to know who broke first. Your acolytes realized too late the price for Your continued generosity, and squandered Your love on chasing strength and war.

Your temple was rebuilt with petals replacing every blade. The grooves filled with the soil that was steeped with the blood of the fallen, and flowers of all shades of vibrant, terribly human red grew there.

Dendrobium and Mourning flowers. Even the azure Sea ganoderma bloomed in rare patches where water pooled deeper.

Had they loved You as a human and not as a seemingly bottomless resource, would You have stayed? The thought of such a question shamed them. You asked for their love and they’d given You their blades. You asked for sweets and they’d brought you the bones of their enemies.

And yet, You wanted to stay. Even as they literally bled You dry, You had only ever wanted their happiness, no matter the cost.

And heavy was the cost.

[lovelyjj]

Heyyy, I’ve come to ask for your words again, can we do a JJ finding out you write poetry about him?? I write poetry and was wonderin, thanks in advance!!!

💜 anon

Poetry

jj maybank x reader

wc: 937

a/n: one of the poems I found on pinterest creds to the original here is the link

It was no secret that you and JJ were close. The two of you were the perfect pair. You were always together. What started off as a friendship quickly turned into a romantic relationship.

You and JJ practically lived together. You had a couple drawers in his room at John Bs. You were always over there spending time with JJ. You liked your little routine. You went to work at a coffee shop a couple mornings a week.

Then you went to the château to meet up with JJ. You would do everything together. You’d go on rides on his dirt bike, swimming in the marsh, going out on the boat, drinking in the hot tub, the list was endless.

This particular evening you were in the hot tub with the pogues. You were drinking and laughing and enjoying each others company. It was times like these you found yourself grateful for having such great friends.

JJ pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder. He wasn’t really listening to the conversation at all. He was distracted with your body pressed against his.

“So how are things with you and Pope,” you asked Kiara who was right next to you.

“It’s good it’s just kinda weird since we’ve been friends for so long and now that we’re together it’s like how do we do this. But i like him a lot,” Kiara whispered.

“That’s good,” you responded.

“You and JJ seem as great as ever.” Kiara commented.

You nestled into JJ’s touch, “Yeah we are.”

“I’m happy for you” Kiara replied.

You talked with your friends while enjoying the warm water. When you were finished in the hot tub you went inside the château.

—————

The next morning you left the château early to go to work. JJ was bummed because he loved waking up with you. Eventually a couple hours later JJ woke up.

JJ decided to get up and get ready for the day. He was looking for a certain shirt that you happen to wear to bed and go home in. He was looking everywhere. He even looked in your drawers.

He sorted through your clothes in the drawer. He lifted up your clothes and that’s when he found a notebook. Now JJ wasn’t one to go through and look at your private things but he wondered what a notebook hidden under clothes would have in it.

JJ opened it to the first page and what he saw shocked him. It was a poem.

he is like sunshine

filling me up with joy

he is my sunshine boy

Then he flipped to the next page, another poem.

I think i found the love of my life

i think i might one day be his wife

when he kisses me I feel alive

when he holds me is when I think we thrive

He flipped the the next page after that.

blonde locks blue eyes

tan skin pink lips

he looks like a dream

Another page.

I’ve tasted your lips,

your skin

and never realized

I was deprived.

Your kiss, your touch

that awakens my soul,

making me want more.

I didn’t know

I would crave you so much.

I never realized

I was even homesick,

until

I found you.

The notebook was filled with poetry about him. He was filled with warmth. He couldn’t believe you wrote love poems about him. JJ thought that was one of the nicest and sweetest thing anybody has ever done for him.

JJ thought you were a skilled writer. Your poetry was perfect. He almost cried he was so moved by your beautiful writing. JJ made a mental note to bring this up to you when he sees you next.

——————

A few days later you were on your way to the château. You missed JJ even though it’s only been a few days. The plan was to just hang out and watch movies nothing special.

John B was in the kitchen when you walked in.

“Hey John B,” you greeted.

“Hey Y/N, JJ is in his room,” he stated.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

You made your way to JJ’s room excited to see the man of your dreams. You knocked on his door and he said to come in.

“Hi Jayj,” you exclaimed.

“Hi sweetheart,” JJ got up from his bed and gave you a hug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you pulled away from the hug you gave him a kiss on the mouth.

“Mhhmmm, missed you mama,” JJ hummed after the kiss.

“I missed you too,” you replied.

“I wanted to ask you something,” JJ requested.

“Yeah sure shoot.”

“Um I found this journal, and and it’s filled with poems. I just i never knew you were a poet.” JJ explained.

“You were never supposed to see those,” your hand hit your head.

“I’m glad I did, I can’t believe you wrote those things about me.”

“Well you’re my muse my inspiration, you’re the air that I breathe,” you expressed.

“Oh my love, I love you so much. I hope you know that. I’m flattered. You should be a writer.”

“I love you too. And hey maybe I will but I’m shy and scared to put my work out there.”

“You never know.”

“You’re right who knows,” you threw your hands up.

Then you launched yourself at JJ and tackled him to the bed and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You make writing poetry so easy because every time I look in your eyes I see a world of possibilities.”

[hmshermitcraft]

Everyone knows you Do Not touch Grian without him being aware of your presence. And even if he is, you don't touch his wings.

Not many people know why. Well, they know why they're not to touch him. He just doesn't like it, and that's fine. But his wings are another story. Only his sisters and the other avian hermits know the real reason. And Mumbo, actually, but that's just because he looked into avian culture for reasons unknown.

See, rather unsurprisingly, it's quite an intimate thing. Grian, being autistic and chronically single, absolutely hates the idea of that happening with anyone. Until he gets with Scar, who's surprisingly ok with Grian's touch aversion, something he's not used to after having a lot of shitty partners off-server.

He slowly grows more comfortable with the idea of physical touch without warning. (Only with Scar though. He's never gonna be fully ok with it.) One night, he tells Scar about the wings thing. Scar's completely fine with it. Grian's still nervous that he suddenly wouldn't be, cz none of his previous partners have been.

Scar is firm about not changing his mind on it unless Grian does. Not until, unless. Just that one word lets Grian build up the courage to try it.

And maybe this kind of stuff isn't so bad, if he's got the right person to do it with.

- 💜 (I might've sent half of this earlier, it deleted halfway through and idk what happened to it)

Really, Scar already doesn't touch unless Grian signals it's okay. Not just for his wings, but for the rest of him as well. And Grian is able to meet him halfway, no longer panicking when Scar brushes him, or takes his hand.

It's a good feeling. They're both working towards this together. That's how a relationship is supposed to be.

[f4g4um]

Intro Post <3

Hi! I’m Tiger, 18 yr old busty shortstack switch. im like if you put jessica rabbit in a hydraulic press. I use he/they prns. This is a personal sideblog, i post my funnies on my main, @w**ft**r which is where i follow & like from. I don’t tag stuff besides my own pics and posts. I lovvveee interaction and hearing abt how hot u think i am :333

this blog will have furry porn on it!!!!!!

I don’t really use sexuality or gender labels bc i find I’m pretty abstract with that sort of thing. Being into me IS gay no matter who u are. I’m not cis! im not het! im a faggot of the highest degree and an esteemed dyke.

t4t, with rare exceptions. I don’t always respond to dms, please don’t take it personally. I don’t usually dm first, but I do love getting them. I won’t respond to flirting from empty blogs or blogs without profile pictures. put ur age in ur bio or never see my boobs again

Stuff i post abt: petplay, breeding, INTOX!, bondage, praise, monsterfucking, oviposition/egg laying, sex toys (which i collect), experimentation, oral, knotting, cockwarming, edging, overstim, cum, fearplay etc :3

call me good boy, pet, pretty, handsome, i love all sorts of praise but no good girl or she/her please!

My favorite toy companies are The Wicked Hunt, Baphomets Workshop, and Paladin Pleasure Sculptors.

tgirls and tboys and nonbinary whores do whatever you want forwver i love you always. kiss me on the lips and hold my hand and tell me how hot i look in my pictures

pretty pls with a cherry on top send a few quarters my way <3

venmo @/maplelove

here’s my throne too!! has my wishlist 😋

IF YOU SEND PROOF OF DONATION TO ANY OF THE FUNDRAISERS I RB, ILL POST SOME EXTRA SPECIAL SHIT

[improbable-outset]

cw sorta dub con

"honey?" you said, your voice trembling. you were terrified. what happened to francis? what was this creature that was right in front of you right now? fucking your insides harder and better than your husband ever did?

"hooon- hoooon," was all the creature said, giving your milky a nice squeeze.

despite it looking like your husband, well mostly anyway. he wasn't your husband, he didn't smell, sound or even *feel* like it was your husband. you felt guilty about having another man fuck you, but was it really another man? essentially it was francis, nobody would see you through the windows and think you were cheating on your husband, right?

he continued to thrust inside of you, harder and faster. the climax in your still swollen belly coming to an end.

"hooon- gonna cum 'nside. knock you up with triplets," he said with that ominous voice of his. it almost sounded like francis.

"francis- what are you doing?" you asked frantically. you can't have another baby just yet. you went through so much already with the one. you weren't ready yet.

"i-im not ready! look at what the first one did to my body! i still look pregnant, my boobs are so sore, i can't even sleep because of the babe crying all the time!"

you wanted a large family, eventually. but you just couldn't picture yourself having any more kids any time soon. it was very tough on your body, let alone the doppelgänger crisis currently sweeping the world. it's no place to raise a baby, let alone bring any more into the world. but then again, wouldn't a doppelgänger husband and children be able to protect you from the dangerous doppels that wanted to hurt you?

your string of thoughts were cut short by you finally reaching your high, riding out your climax as "francis" thrusted his cock into you. obnoxiously squelching as skin slaps on skin. he eventually releases his thick green dark green load into you.

you were so overwhelmed right now.

you think the creature knew that so he gave you a quick peck on the lips, then quickly shoved a pointed, sharp finger into your cunt, scooping his cum that had leaked out of you back in.

-💜anon

ITS A BIT SHORTER BUT LIKE RAHHHH

👀👀

[artdcnaldson]

need need need to ride dodge while wearing HIS cowboy hat and he calls me cowgirl RIGHT NOW

-💜

GODDDDDDDD

It's too big so it keeps kind of slipping over your eyes while you fuck yourself on his cock, and you feel silly and try to take it off but he thinks you look so hot <3 riding him like a real cowgirl with his hat on <3

[starfxkrinc]

step dad jj will rub whiskey on your gums like you’re an infant but you didn’t hear it from me.

-💜

the thought of him letting you “have a taste” by dipping his finger in the glass then rubbing it on your tongue and gums kinda makes me feel insane. cause be why cant he just pour you glass? nope he thinks you’re too young for it but he’ll still give you a taste

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

I missed you faeboss! Could I get a fraxus/Thunder Legion quote for old times sake? 💜💜💜

Freed: Cana has been saying we’re a couple.

Laxus: I wish.

Freed: Huh?

Laxus: Uh— I said “that bitch”.

[kaionyx]

Haii, how opposed are you to using shock collars on disobediant puppygirls?

(Also I recently found your blog and I'm losing my mind, we need more transmasc doms. Can I be 💜?)

Opposed? If anything it’ll become a locked collar with nipple clamps chained to it so each time they jump they’ll feel that tug against their sensitive buds as an extra reminder to behave. Maybe once they’re sore enough my rules will finally stick in their dumb mutt brain, not that they would really have a choice.

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: Wardrobe Adventures

Thank you to Purple 💜 Anon for writing this for me! It's lovely to see Bora being embraced by everyone who has read the Grace Chu series. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

Giggles could be heard in the Kim-Chu household, said giggles belonging to an almost 4-year-old Kim Bora having fun with her father; Grace had been called to the studio, so Seokjin was on full dad mode.

The morning started early with some fresh fruit cut in tiny cubes and some milk with Bora's favourite cereal while watching the latest RunBTS that had been recently uploaded on the band's YouTube channel; 

By the afternoon after lunch, the father-daughter duo are in need of a shower due a small kitchen incident, in an attempt of baking a cake to surprise Grace, sugar, flour and eggs had gone all over their faces and hair while trying to mix them all with the hand blender; so while Seokjin was trying to be quick in the shower, a freshly bathed Bora sat in the walk in closet waiting for her father; curious hazel eyes going all over her mothers side of the closet while spotting the coolest pieces in it.

As Seokjin leaves the shower and gets dressed, taking a couple of minutes to admires his handsome face in the mirror, he notices the silence, startle with eyes popping out of his head, he quickly dashes to the walk in closet and he's greeted with the funniest sight of his daughter playing dress up. Bora has put on her mothers Louboutin boots, an Alexander McQueen sequin mini dress, a Dior handbag and sunglasses Jimin got Grace for her birthday the year before and a Louis Vuitton bucket hat.  

"Daddy/Appa look! Do I look like mummy/eomma!" Bora says between giggles

"Of course my Bora, and you know what? you look just as beautiful as your mummy/eomma" Seokjin replies; taking in how fast his daughter is growing and he should cherish this beautiful moment, he smiles and adds "My Bora, should I dress up too?" squeals coming from his little girl as she runs through the closet after discarding the boots -because they are too big to walk around- causing Seokjin to chuckle at the scene.

Dressing up her dad in a red cloak with Gucci hat and sunglasses, father and daughter laugh as they pose and soon there's an impromptu photoshoot and some polaroids are taken.’who knew dressing up in your wife clothes with your daughter could be this fun' thinks Seokjin.

A couple of hours later, tired of playing and messing with Grace's clothes, they put everything in its respective place and head to the kitchen to have dinner; and later, after brushing their teeth and changing into their PJ's, a sleepy Bora smiles at her father, happiness in her eyes after the amazing day she had with her dad, beautiful memories she'll cherish as she grows up.

It's almost 11pm when Grace arrives home -tired after a day in the studio, but eager to see her family- and greets her husband in the kitchen with a kiss and heads to see a sleeping Bora placing a kiss in her forehead.

"How was your day with our baby girl?" Grace asks as she enter the master bedroom to cuddle Seokjin who's now waiting for her in bed, he welcomes her with arms wide open, holding her tight to his chest.

"Ah! Jagiya! You have no idea how fun it was" Seokjin says while a wide smiles spreads across his face, and starts telling her about their day. Forever grateful for the memories in his heart.