#DONT COME AT ME FOR THAT OKAY.

[st-peculiar]

I’m relistening to the mini episodes of wolf 359 today and I would like to remind you all of the fact that Communications Officer Doug Eiffel enjoys Hawaiian pizza.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

[kendyroy]

thinking about how this movie could’ve ended like any other superhero movie where they go their separate ways before teasing some future threat

but instead it ended with wade calling out logan’s name romcom-style, and them living a happy domestic life together with their newly adopted dog

[cowardlykrow]

“Not my circus, not my monkeys”… Except those are his monkeys and they are the circus

[stiffyck]

if my brain would focus on something actually normal thatd be appreciated

[nidbaesenpai]

back at it again with the viet beam feat. jackpot combo against the king!

[bluebelledmoon]

kagome chan... you are everything to me

(((op has not finished watching inuyasha so no spoilers thanks! :)))

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[cerealmonster15]

skully (scully??) in his element: alone in a quiet dark room with NOTHING but a single pumpkin and a light inside😌

[22bananapudding]

an observation

[frobby]

mc when they go into a book and fuck shit up: why is the story different!!!

My brother in christ YOU CHANGED THE STORY!!!!!

[willowser]

i will say. i will talk and write about shy, no rizz katsuki until i am dead in the ground BUT. i do think once he gains a bit more confidence in himself as a partner—he really becomes the same gremlin little shit he is about everything else.

starts feeling like he's got this relationship on lock and that's when the ass smacking begins.

[poppy-metal]

need to drag the zipper of patrick's jeans down with my teeth so i can smell his musk through the denim and nuzzle my face up against his soft cock hhh been thinking a lot about cockwarming with my mouth lately

need to nuzzle him through his boxers feel him go from soft and chubby to hard - straining against the fabric but you're so hot just mouthing at him like a slut he lets you do that for awhile - get his boxers fucking damp with all your spit and drool. god, he loves watching you be depraved for him.

"you want my dick?" he asks - even though it's obvious you do - you want it so bad - nosing at his sac, inhaling him where the smell is most potent. and you whine - he has to peer down at you and hold your hair back to see your eyes, you've burried your face so deep in his clothed crotch - you nod eagerly.

he teases at the band of his boxers - lowers them just a little - so the tuffs of his pubic hair peek out, and then he stops again, taunting you with it. "tell me how bad." he pulls you back when you try to nuzzle at him some more, shakes your head with his hand in your hair, fisting it - "c'mon - tell me how bad you wanna suck my cock."

your eyes are glassy - you just want him so bad- you feel crazy with it, his scent and musk so close you just want to get lost in it, mouth filling with drool, so much that it spills past your lips when you go to answer him - "so bad. I want it so bad, patrick, please. let me - let me have your dick. I want it."

fuck, you're so hot. with his free hand he reaches down into the waistband of his boxers to fist himself, still not baring himself to you yet. he's hard now, thick and throbbing and aching to sink inside something warm and tight - but he wants to see you degrade yourself for him some more first.

"yeah? where do you want it?" he asks, starting to stroke himself slowly from root to tip. he's hot to the touch, nearly sweating into his own palm. heavy in his hand and pulsing with need. his balls hang even heavier, starting to ache.

"everywhere." you answer immediately and try to come forward, halted by patrick fist in your hair. you whine, dismayed. you see the movement under his boxers of his hand on his dick and want it inside you so bad you feel on fire with it. "anywhere, you can put it anywhere I don't care just give it to me, please."

no one had praised patrick on his patience. he lets go of your hair, takes his hand off his dick.

"yeah, alright." he relents, biting his bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth as he lets his head thump back against the door behind him. you hadn't even made it to the bed. "c'mere and give me that mouth first - "

you're at him like a wild animal. yanking his boxers down, barely giving him time to step free of them before you're leaning in, gripping his cock in one of your hands to hold it out of your way as you dive between his legs to nose at his swollen sac. your eyes roll back as all that musk fills your nostrils, that sweaty warm skin scent, the fuzzy sensation of his balls against your lips and nose. you inhale deeply and patrick groans above you, and then he's lifting one leg and hooking it over your shoulder, spreading himself, giving you more access to his sack.

"tongue it, baby" he grunts - "fuckin' lick my sweaty balls - fuck yes -" you feel his hand come down to replace yours on his dick - and you use open your mouth to lap at his low hanging balls eagerly. laving them with attention before sucking one ball into your mouth gently. the sound patrick let's out above you is guttural - and you can feel his knuckles brushing your forehead as he jerks himself off while you worship him.

you suck warmly on one ball, before letting it plop free from your mouth and giving the same attention to the other. swirling your tongue around the fleshy sac - feeling it twitch on your tongue. you try fitting both of them in your mouth, opening as wide as you can and your mouth making a gurling sound as drool spills down your chin in waves -

patrick lets you suck on his nuts for a time - before he's tugging you back and feeding you his hard dick, flushed almost purple with need at the tip - "that's it - that's fucking it, baby, fuuuuuuuck - " when you take him all down in one go - your throat opening for him easily. nose burried in his pelvis, the hair there covering your nose with more of his manly scent and your eyes roll back as he holds you there - fuckin his cock into you while barely pulling out, his wet balls smacking your already spit slicked chin.

"im gonna cum. aw, shit - love how fuckin' dirty you are for me, baby - fuck. gonna give you this fat fucking load n' then breed the next one into your pussy - fuck! -"

[harbingersglory]

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

[felsicveins]

Alrighty, another ex revealed! Meet Barley! I demanded that @persistenttenderness conjure up a bf for John Dory and this is who they came up with ❤️ 🐎