#Fang is a very good boy

[theminecraftbee]

So, here's how it's going to be:

He's not going out first this time.

Jimmy decided this, blood roaring in his ears, as he stared down at a blood-red piece of paper. His heart is pounding. His teeth are sharp. His claws are bared. He's a big dog, and big dogs, they aren't weak little birds. They've got bigger lungs, and teeth to protect themselves with, and they fight off wolves and coyotes and bears with spiked collars and a roar of a bark, and--

He's not going out first this time.

He's not going out first this time.

It's really simple like that, isn't it? Yeah, he might feel bad, but--but did anyone ever feel bad for him? Do more than go, alas, poor Jimmy, we barely knew him? Did anyone ever do anything more than lay flowers on his grave? He's tired of it! He's tired! He's so tired!

He's not going out first this time!

He's not!

And he'll do what he has to in order to get there. If that means learning to bite, well.

He cleans Lizzie's blood off his sword. He almost didn't mean to, is the thing. He'd feel more sorry, but he's tired of it. He's so tired of it.

He's not going out first this time, and if he goes out, it will be kicking and swinging and howling.

That's just how it's going to be.

[yuutsunaoi]

Pookies 😂😂😂

Boboiboy probably did all the introduction and talking later because Fang's obviously too cautious and allat to be civil enough to talk to others (Fang calms down after a while no worries he's a rational guy too 🙌🙌)

[delborovic]

09 scion tc vs 23 honda civic hatchback

I drew gijinkas of my carsssssssssss

[piedpiperart]

Do you just... make up a new name every time aizawa's cats are mentioned? I've read through most of your content (it's wonderful I love your work and your color palettes and the ideas are so good and-) but I don't think the cats repeat? How do you come up with so many cat names??

Yep! Some of them are puns, like Present Meow, some of them are based off of my own cats, Pants, Midnight, Toothless, etc. and some have been my friends names or names suggested to me 💖💖

[troublewithvampires]

//i finally finished some art and that's everyone else's problem.

anyway, here are some major characters from salvatore's life pre-vampirism. we've got clarence, salvatore's uncle who introduced him to the mob life; bruno, salvatore's on-and-off boyfriend in the early 80s; ginger, salvatore's first real romance (admittedly rather short-lived in the end); and finally, victor, the man who betrayed salvatore and murdered him.

[orcelito]

Tfw someone tries to steal from Fang & so Fang a: threatens him with daggers to the throat, b: casts Suggestion telling him to calm down when he started screaming (albeit largely bc of the wizard casting disguise self as the dude just to freak him out lol), and then c: literally tries to claw this guy's face after he finds out he tried to steal the memento from his adopted mom

Like. Fang fucking lost his Shit today, y'all. It was pretty great.

[venusdebotticelli]

@xoxoemynn

Kevin, you say? 👀

I want there to be an objectively hot pirate randomly appear on board the Revenge in S2 and he’s great at swordplay and loves a good fuckery and has a genius mind.

And his name is Steve.

And then Stede returns and sees Steve who is just the PERFECT male specimen and would be perfect for Ed and just LOOK at his hair and how he wields a sword and it’s not FAIR, and the ONLY advantage Stede has over him is that Steve is a fucking stupid name.

(Although the rest of the crew thinks pirates with great hair who can do a stabby stabby fuckery are a dubloon a dozen but they ARE impressed with his name because it is 1717 and how many Steves are there on pirate ships? So they find it very sexy and mysterious, which pisses Stede off because it is DUMB and STUPID.)

So then Ed and Stede are doing this awkward “ugh I still love you but there’s too much shit between us and it feels weird,” and Steve is getting quite comfortable on the ship and is blatantly flirting with Ed who is generally clueless but STEDE notices!! But he doesn’t notice that Ed doesn’t care because of course he doesn’t, he’s a bit of an idiot in that regard.

But anyway, Ed and Stede continue with this awkward sexy tango and Steve keeps trying to cut in and then finally Stede just throws caution to the wind and shoves Ed against a wall and smooches him silly and Ed kisses him back and it’s amazing and wonderful and everything they could have dreamed of.

And then when they part Stede goes “oh thank god, I’m so relieved, I was so afraid you were into Steve!” Ed is properly confused because he has ZERO interest in Steve, and his brain short circuits so much (I mean also some blood loss happening right now in a manner of speaking iykyk) that all he can bring himself to say is “Steve?! But he has such a fucking stupid name!”

And Stede goes “that’s what I was saying!!! It IS a fucking stupid name!!”

And then they just go off and make out for an entire episode and Steve just disappears and nobody ever mentions him again because he's served his purpose, which was to look pretty and cause chaos.

The End.

[torpublishinggroup]

"5 Tips for Dating a Werewolf" by TJ Klune

1. If a werewolf has locked onto your scent, it is best to let them get as much of it as they can. If they are in shifted form, it might mean a wet nose to your face or a tongue in your hair. Fear not! They are, in a way, like a large dog, if a large dog were capable of human wants and whims. If you find yourself in such a position, do not move! Let the werewolf finish its scent-marking. It could take anywhere from five minutes to six days, so get comfortable!

2. Should you find yourself in possession of a dead animal left upon your doorstep, don’t scream and/or vomit! Chances are, it is from the same werewolf who sniffed you, wanting to make sure you are provided for. This is how a lycanthrope expresses interest. Be careful not to offend the wolf, as they might be watching from behind a tree or a bush. If you are averse to blood and gore, pretend someone dropped a cherry pie filled with bones on your porch.

(On the off chance that the dead animal was left by a cult and not a werewolf, please be prepared in case you are marked for a ritual sacrifice.)

3. Going on a date with a werewolf can be a fun event! Given that you might be in public, it would be best not to ask your werewolf suitor to “shift in the middle of an Applebee’s just to see if it scares the server into giving free appetizers.” While many people enjoy mozzarella sticks (especially when given under threat of fangs), using your werewolf in such a way to get fried cheese is considered bad form. Your werewolf has feelings, and no one likes to be used.

(If your werewolf does shift to get you cheese, reward them by telling them you think they are the greatest creature in existence. Positive reinforcement goes a long way!)

4. Uh oh. Your werewolf has driven you home, arches a single, devastating eyebrow, and says, “Are you going to invite me inside?”

Remember, werewolves aren’t vampires, meaning they do not need permission to enter your residence. However, good wolves always wait for permission before entering a dwelling that is not their own.

In this case, given the arched eyebrow, the werewolf is hoping to be invited inside for “adult activities.” This might include rolling on the carpet or having sex in the kitchen and/or up against a wall. If you choose to do this, you might see the werewolf’s eyes flashing. Good news! This means the wolf is having a wonderful time.

5. Your wolf stayed the night! How lucky are you? If you wake up the next morning with the shifter lying on top of you, it is very important that you do not move until they have decided to move on their own. Waking up a sleeping wolf can sometimes be difficult work, but if you keep a squeaky ball next to your bed, now is the time to put it to good use. Squeeze it near the wolf’s ear and ask, “Who’s a good boy? Who wants to play with the ball? Is it you? Is it you?” Your wolf will most likely glower at you and threaten your life, but if you squeeze the ball three times, the wolf will be distracted. Throw it to the floor, and as the wolf chases after it, consider making waffles! Werewolves love waffles.

(God help you if you make pancakes. You have been warned.)

If you have survived these first five steps, you are to be commended! That means you most likely will have a werewolf for the rest of your life. A werewolf is a commitment. Adopt, don’t shop!

[monstersholygrail]

Your Vampire bf and your Elf bf love to be dominated by you. They have both lived very long lives and yet they swear they’ve only now found their true calling with you. To be your good boys.

They adore you playing with them. Sitting bare in front of the mirror while you, fully clothed, brush back their elegant hair before tying it in a long perfect braid. Knowing it’ll need to be out of the way as you make a mess of them.

Both boys are thankful for it later when your elf bf is pounding into you, whimpering from the force of trying to hold back his orgasm. Waiting for your word to allow him to cum inside you. His baby hairs stuck to his damp forehead as his braid sways with the power of his movements. Meanwhile, your vampire bf’s face is buried in the elfs’s ass, thankful his hair is out of the way for this.

Or when you position them to your own desire like the pretty dolls they are. As if you somehow know exactly what they need to make them cum like they’ve never experienced before.

Both boys go downright primitive as the tension and arousal builds within them, waiting for you to instruct their next move. Their predatory tendencies shining through as you make them wait. Yet their desire to be good for you has them resisting the urge to stand you up and fill your every hole.

Their waiting isn’t in vain as moments later your vampire bf finds himself balls and fangs deep inside you, whining like a mess, and that’s even before you direct him to arch his back all beautiful for you. With him in position you order elf bf to slowly work his cock inside his ass. Vampire bf is forced to remain still as his lovers use his body for all their pleasure. When he finally comes he fears it may never stop as he just keeps releasing spurt and spurt of his semen into your pussy, proving just how much he craves your dominance.

Over time they’ve come to listen to you without hesitation. Of course, you had to train them to be such good boys, but the outcome has proven to be more than worth it.

[aquasandyled]

Bruuuh my cat fucked me up and everything hurts wtffff

[ddejavvu]

remus x animagus!reader where he doesn’t know it’s her yet, and there’s just always this random cat (or other animal) following him around the castle, and cuddling up to him in the hospital wing after full moons

<333

"You shouldn't be in here."

Remus's stern words hardly deter you, especially because by now he's got the strength to push you off of the bed, but he doesn't. Instead he watches warily, neck craned and rolled into miniscule lines of chub that you'd kiss if you were in your human form, as your paws trace a path up towards his head.

"You're some sort of creature," Remus decides, speaking aloud in the deserted hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey only has one other patient now, but they've been quarantined in a separate room due to the infectious nature of their illness. It means that Remus can speak at will, and you're happy to plant yourself over his chest to feel it vibrate at the sound. You're more accustomed to doing so with your human ears, but it's nicer to hear your boyfriend's voice with cat senses.

"You're too smart to be a regular cat," He lifts a shaky hand up to your head, offering you a chance to inspect him as though you haven't already splayed yourself over his chest, "But the castle doesn't allow many magical pets. Which means you're not supposed to be in here at all. Definitely not in the Hospital Wing."

You offer him a soft, plaintive meow, purring when he strokes his knuckles over the space between your ears.

"Maybe you're an omen," He muses suddenly, eyes narrowing, "No one else ever sees you. Are you warning me of some cruel fate?"

You blink at him, slowly, and he decides, "You're not very threatening for an omen."

Remus has professed the exact same observation about your attempts to be threatening in human form as well. Somehow, the tightening of your brows and the downturn of your lips aren't enough to petrify Remus, though it works rather nicely on errant second-years who find themselves confident enough in the castle to misbehave, but too terrified to face the consequences.

You draw back your shoulders and let your fangs glint in the low lights of the hospital wing, mouth open to hiss warningly at Remus.

Your cruel fate is a good night's sleep, you grouse at him, lamenting the fact that he'll never hear the words, you'd rest more if you weren't always dishing out inexhaustible wit.

"Oh, very scary," He chuckles, poking teasingly at your left pointed fang, "I'm not afraid of you, cat, you couldn't hurt me more than I've already hurt myself."

And it's true.

His limbs, long and lanky, bear the scratch marks of his own claws, gnarled nails that lie in wait under the surface to be beckoned by the moon's silvery siren song. There's a tear on his cheek, skin split and blood carefully wiped clean, where he'd fought with himself, with the will of the universe, and tried clinging to his human skin. He's nursing a rolled ankle from thrashing about during his transformation, and a patch of his hair is still reddened with copper no matter how many times Madame Pomfrey had washed it with a wet washcloth. He's barely a boy anymore, more like a string of injuries hanging together with sutures and dittany.

In hopes that companionship works just as well as Pomfrey's healing remedies, you wriggle closer still to his face, draping yourself over his neck and laying your face against his own. It's an awkward position for him, probably more pressure than he's used to on his windpipe, but you keep your weight off of him as much as possible, and purr like the motor of Sirius's bike against his ear.

He's hesitant to accept it at first, which you knew he would be. He needs to be sought out, he needs someone to hold out their hand for five seconds before he decides to take it or not. You wait, one, two, three, four, five, and he exhales, the air hitting your fur.

"Don't be here when they check on me," He murmurs, hand back at his side as your tail curls around his opposite ear, "Thanks, cat."

[specss00]

ALTERHUMAN SLANG DICTIONARY

MAMMALIAN

Got on my back paws - got on my hands and knees. Like how animals can stand up as a trick.

ex: yeah, i really wanted that necklace, i had to get on my back legs so she would get it for me.

Showing fang - standing up for yourself/being assertive. 

ex:  he’s really tough, and he’ll show fang at just about anything.

White eye - going crazy/really scared. Like how animals show the whites of their eyes when very agitated.

ex: haha, i saw how scared you were during that movie, you went all white eye at the end!

Howling at the sun[wolf/werewolf] doing something completely ridiculously/incorrect

Ex: dude did you see how that movie ended? Mc was really howling at the sun

Could hear someone purring[cat, any other purring animal]  noticeably becoming relaxed around someone/something

Ex: I saw you with your new plush yesterday, I could really hear you purring

Treetop chaser - (herbivorous) someone who chases unattainable things.

ex: they’re way out of your league, don’t be a treetop chaser

Bellycrawler - someone overly submissive.

ex - you have to stand up for yourself, don’t be a bellycrawler and let them take advantage of you.

Downy - young, referring to the soft fur of young animals. 

ex - she shouldn’t be out til midnight, she’s still downy!

Sit on your wag - means the same thing as swallow your smile.

ex - i got accepted into college, but my sister wasn’t, so i had to sit on my wag.

Go for the ruff - do something harmless/gently.

ex - the shirt was really ugly, but i went for the ruff so i didn’t hurt his feelings.

Flea - an insult meaning antikin, or a bigot in general.

ex - oh, you have him in your class? Be careful, he’s a total flea.

AQUATIC

Riptide Rider - (aquatic) someone who lives dangerously.

ex: stay away from her, she’s a riptide rider, you’re bound to get hurt.

Current crazy - someone who just follows other people, same as flock brain

ex: my brother joined the football team, and now he’s all current crazy.

Bottomfeeder - an insult for a low-class being.

ex - the boys at my school are such bottomfeeders, they make all the girls uncomfortable.

Floater - an insult for a superior or snobby person.

ex - ugh, they’re such a floater. They brag about their promotions ALL THE TIME.

Seen the whale fall - someone who is very experienced, now become a word for old among younger aquatics.

ex - my gramps has really seen the whale fall, he’s almost 95!

Play remora - like devil’s advocate, because remoras stick close to sharks.

ex - i don’t wanna play remora about this, but i think he was lying.

AVIAN

Flock brain - (avian) someone who can’t think for themselves. 

ex: ugh, she’s only hanging out with them now, she’s being a total flock brain.

A hummer with an eagle - (avian) someone who is clearly out of their depth.

ex: are you sure you can handle advanced classes? No offense, but you’ll be a hummer with the eagles.

Mantling over [smth] - [avian] being possessive, traditionally over food items 

Ex : Sarah is really mantling over that burger menu, I tried to take a fry and she almost bit my head off...

All preened up - [avian] well dressed, well groomed, the state of satisfaction and confidence that comes with A Good Look

Ex : Wow, Eric was all preened up this evening. I don't think I've ever saw him take this many selfies. 

And just for fun...

Going for the rattler - [roadrunner] choosing the hard or dangerous option, with expectation of either great fun or a great reward

Ex : "Huh, this park offers either a canyoning session over rapids or a day in the sun near the lake" "well I'm definitely going for the rattler" 

flare(s) my wings - (avian) makes me tense/nervous/angry 

"i don't like him, he always makes me flare my wings" 

makes my wings flutter - (avian) makes me happy/excited

"pasta always makes my wings flutter"

im pretty sure "ruffles my feathers" is a preexisting one

messy wings (with no time to preen) - (avian) having a bad day/stressed (and haven't had time to cool down)

"yeah today my wings are so messy and i haven't had time to preen"

Having a blood feather - [avian] being particularly irritable 

ex : Don't bother with this guy, he's been having a severe case of blood feathers. He'll jump at you for anything.

Riding the updraft - [flying creature] taking advantage of good opportunities, being lucky in life, having an easy time.

ex : I've been really riding the updraft recently ! Got both a promotion and a new car! 

Beak agape - [avian] furious, about to throw down.

ex : Jesus, this dude really left me beak agape. The audacity to say that !

Feeling clipped - [avian] feeling restless and anxious, like there's no way out

ex : Honestly these last few weeks have left me feeling clipped, between the news, and being dropped from my job. 

REPTILIAN

Makes my scales itch - (draconic) said about something unsettling or that just feels wrong deep down, a gut feeling that something's wrong

ex: We should get out of here. This place is making my scales itch.

Blow fire - (draconic) be extremely angry about something

ex: Did you hear what went down the other day? John was really blowing fire at Derek over that one.

Rattle someone's scales - (draconic) to unsettle or upset someone

ex: Can't stand that guy, he really rattles my scales. 

Cloudy day - (reptilian) usually used as a question, if someone is acting tired or unusual. Like how reptiles need the sun to stay warm, if it’s cloudy, they can’t warm up.

ex: woah, cloudy day? You look like you haven’t slept in months.

[coryosbaby]

—Envy

synopsis: your jealousy gets the best of you.

♡ content warning . Mentions of murder, possessiveness, oral, cum play, plinth! reader

“I want to know why you did it.”

Your boyfriend’s voice rings out through your shared room in the capital, an octave lower and in a teasing lilt— maybe not a tone that a normal person who’s discussing murder should have, but nothing about your or Coriolanus’ relationship can be defined as normal.

You know the answer to Coriolanus’ question, though you don’t want to say it. A pout glazes your plump glossed lips as you think back to the scene that has started this conversation.

—

You remember Clemensia’s stupid ponytail, her stupid face, and the way her stupid sharp nails dug into Coriolanus’ shoulder the day before. She was asking to be in that room with you the next day— literally.

It was a class project. One that was for advanced students only, a one-by-one sort of assignment. You were Dr. Gaul’s personal assistant, the youngest ever— although, partner seemed to describe your dynamic with her better. You and Dr. Gaul went way back, and she trusted you.

You and Clemensia were in that brightly lit room you were oh so familiar with. Papers and folders were strewn around a desk nearby— and you and her were both alone. The body of snakes swimming throughout the small pool in the middle of the room had been enticing to stick your hand into. You remember Clemensia’s surprised look of awe as she watched you take one of the snakes trustfully into your grasp. It dripped water but it was beautiful. Its fangs scraped against you, almost teasing. It wanted to stick its teeth into your skin— you knew it did. But you trusted the snakes, and they trusted you. They would not be eating their handler anytime soon.

But maybe they would be eating something else.

Clemensia crouched in your same position; you were on your knees, gently rubbing your cheek against the snake’s rainbow scales. It whispered to you, lulling with soft hisses.

“Would you like to hold it?” You had asked her. “They enjoy a good petting every now and again.”

Clemensia had chuckled nervously, and you could tell by her body language that she was on edge.

“Don’t be silly, [y/n] plinth,” she had answered bleakly. “That snake would surely kill me.”

You remember turning to her. You could remember her brows furrowing, the softness of her skin. Coriolanus liked nice skin.

“I know.” You had said, and the rest was a blur.

A restling of limbs, your hands gripping tightly in her hair. There was splashing, gurgling, snakes crowding the surface. Her whole body had become submerged in that pool, and then you remembered that you had forgot to feed the snakes that day.

—

Thinking about it now, maybe you were a bit dramatic. Coriolanus has made his love for you very clear. There was no reason for such atrocities because of a girl he wasn’t even dating. But they had grown too close, and it had scared you.

Not to mention her excessive gossip about your fashion choices, which really pissed you off. Coriolanus shouldn’t have become friends with her, anyway.

“I told you,” You groan, watching him take a seat across from you. His shirt buttons are undone, just how you like them. “ I didn’t do it. She slipped.”

He doesn’t reply, and you groan.

“Why are you acting as if you didn’t do the same exact thing to that boy from economics class a few months ago, Coryo?”

“He was a complete dick, [y/n]. And a pervert. That was different.”

“I’m sure it was.”

Although Coriolanus should be disturbed, or quite possibly angered with you, he isn’t. You two tell too many secrets to judge. He doesn’t exactly have room to tell you who you should and shouldn’t kill with his past history.

And even so, the boy doesn’t have any room to care for Clemensia’s passing. She isn’t you, so it doesn’t matter.

After a moment of silence, Coriolanus sighs heavily. His thighs spread, and he leans back in his chair.

“But why…” he starts quietly, contemplating, as if this is funny guessing game. “Aren’t you going to tell me why?”

He knows the reason. He’s not stupid, and never has been. But he loves to tease.

“No.”

“Mmm…”

He turns his head to the side. His blonde curls have grown back, and for that you are incredibly grateful because they’re messy and make him look even more attractive. His eyes catch sight of a framed picture beside your bed— you and him, sitting at a shared desk in class. You were smiling at the camera, your favorite outfit on, and Coriolanus was only looking at you.

Smirking, Coriolanus lifts himself up from his chair. Your brows furrow in confusion as he approaches you, his tall form almost intimidating. His smell invades your senses as he leans over your shoulder to whisper into your ear.

“Was it jealousy?”

His tone is dark, flirtatious, and his breath is hot on the shell of your ear. Heat creeps up your neck— no matter how many times he speaks to you in this low tone of voice, it never fails to make your shiver.

You chuckle, your thighs squeezing together when his fingers grip tightly onto your shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply. Your head turns to him, and he’s so close that you can feel his steady breathing. “Besides, I didn’t do it. Like I said— she slipped.”

“Liar.” He says punctually. His fingers grip your chin suddenly, and his grip is harsh. “You didn’t like me with her, did you?”

Your teeth sink into your lower lip, and Coriolanus’ fingers stroke your shoulder softly.

“Did you think she was pretty?” You ask. The boy chuckles, slowly pressing a wet kiss to your jugular that makes something electric zigzag its way through your body.

“No. The only woman who’s pretty to me is you.”

That makes you let out a small sound, and Coriolanus’ body moves to the front of your chair. He falls to his knees, then, the candlelight near the both of you making him look ever so beautiful. His fingers ghost over your skirt, and you whine, squirming in your seat. He pinches the hem, and lifts up the cotton fabric over your thighs. Cute pink panties are shown to him, and he lets out a groan.

“You’re so perfect.” He mutters. He leans in, his breath fanning over you, but he doesn’t get as close as you want. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Coryo,” you whine, bucking up your hips. “Please. Please eat my pussy.”

He looks up at you, his gaze dark and glazed over with lust.

“Kiss me.” He demands, and you have no choice but to obey. Your hands settle into his golden locks, pulling him up further on his knees so he can gain access to your plump, hot mouth. Your lips slot against his, and it isn’t long before his tongue is grazing the soft flesh. His teeth bite down, nibbling on your lips with ferocious hunger as his fingers dig crescent moons into your thighs. Pulling away, your hands rest on his shoulders. Coriolanus grabs one of them, pulling you so far down that your forehead touches his as he presses your palm against the bulge tight in his pants.

“Do you think Clemensia could make me feel this way, angel? Could make my cock so hard?” He says, and his breath is hot against your open mouth as he utters his next words. “I’m yours.”

You yank your hand away, pulling him into another hot and heated kiss. But not before he’s pulling himself away and sliding your panties down your legs, mouthing at your inner thighs again as your pussy is exposed to him. Coriolanus practically drools, spreading your thighs and shoving his tongue inside your tight, aching hole. His big hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. He drinks up your slick with vigor, moaning against your clit as he devours you. Your mouth drops open, whimpers spilling out of you.

“Coryo,” you cry. His tongue moves from your hole to your clit, and he wraps his lips around the swollen bud as your hips buck up into his face.

He hums, savoring the taste of your nectar and grinding his hardened cock into the open air. He slurps into your cunt with everything he has and when you cum around him he drinks up your spend, too. His cock is still aching when he’s done and when he pulls away and wipes his pretty mouth on the back of his sleeve your gesture for him to stand up.

He smiles, watching as you grab his hips and pull them towards your face. You undo his belt, watching the straining fabric as your mouth waters. You pull out his hardened cock, the tip flushed red and dripping precum, and press a light kiss to the tip. Coriolanus shutters, letting out a tiny breath of air as he watches you press kiss upon lipstick stained kiss to his thick length. After a moment he grabs your hair and gently pulls you back from his cock.

“No,” he murmurs, when you try to put your mouth back on it again. “This is about me now, not you. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Brows furrowing while you try not to pout, you lean back and do as the man says. Your lashes flutter as you watch him tower over you, putting his legs on either side of the chair and holding himself up with one strong, muscle-ey arm. You let out a tiny whine in your throat as he holds his cock over your face and begins to stroke himself. You watch how swollen he is, how desperate he is to cum, the way his balls sit against his skin and look desperate to be emptied. He lets out small breathy moans as he rubs himself up and down, his head thrown back and his lip caught in between his teeth. What a beautiful sight.

He grunts when he looks down and sees drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth.

“Hungry for it, aren’t you?” He chastises. “I know. Poor little girl loves drinking up my cum. Don’t worry, baby, you’re gonna get some soon.”

Your head becomes fuzzy, your tongue reaching out to graze just a sliver of his cock. But he’s quick to use his length to slap your cheek, a warning growl sounding from his lips.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” He asks you. “Keep fucking still, and don’t touch me.”

You pout, your mouth closing in the process, and Coryo fumes. He grabs your chin, forcing your mouth back open grabbing your tongue with his fingers. He presses it down onto your teeth, and begins to furiously jack his cock.

“You never fucking listen.”

You want to smile but you know you can’t. When Coriolanus’ hips thrust particularly hard into the open air, you know he’s about to be close. You push out your tongue even more, watching his tip begin to spew white creamy cum onto your flushed face. He grunts, the sight of your fucked out body covered in the sticky substance making his cock kick one last time before he goes soft. You look up at him with heavy breaths, your mouth open as you lick your lips and taste him on you. His thumb brushes against a puddle of his spend, and he brings it up to your mouth.

“Now clean it up, brat.”

[papaya-twinks]

hungary feels - l.n

Warnings: Smut, 18+, threesome, choking, anal (?), blowjob

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader x Oscar Piastri

A/N - I had some very detailed requests for this one so I’m trying to incorporate all of them you filthy little melons. Also never getting over how just downright manly oscar looks here 👇

Lando was pissed and Oscar was happy. It was majorly hard to know whether to celebrate or not, seeming as both of them had mixed feelings, and neither were all too keen on being near each other. Lando was the first one to come to you, his hand wrapping round your wrist and dragging you to his room. 

“Lando,” you gasped as he quite literally ripped your skirt off, the material coming off in your hand in two pieces as he threw it away, not making any reaction as he pressed his tongue between your legs. You gasped at the feeling - you’d removed your panties earlier, having seen what was going on with Lando and Oscar switching, and you knew something was definitely gonna happen. 

A whine left your lips as his tongue pressed to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he dipped his finger into your entrance, your back arching as he curled his finger. His other hand came to removed his race suit, pushing it down as he cock sprung hard into his hand, his other hand deep inside of you as you moaned, his nose rubbing against your clit. 

“God,” Oscar muttered, the Aussie walking in behind you as he set the trophy down. The sight in front of him, you with your legs thrown over Lando’s shoulder, his face buried between your legs and his fingered pumping in and out of you fast. Lando didn’t look up at the voice, but you could feel him tense between your legs. 

Lando stood up, still not casting any glances to Oscar behind him as the Aussie walked forwards, standing behind you. Your eyes were focused on Oscar as Lando pressed against you, immediately rocking his hips fast, your moans loud and lewd as Oscar’s eyes darkened, the bulge between his legs growing by the second.  

Your eyes were directly locked on Oscar as Lando buried his head on the crook of your neck, Oscar’s gazed fixed firmly on the pair of you, Lando’s hips speeding up to slam into your body, your thighs rocking with each movement, your gasp and moans weakened by Lando nipping at your neck and collarbone, his fangs bared as he grazed over your skin with his teeth.

What you didn’t expect was for Lando to be pulled back from you by Oscar, or for his eyes to be red with tears. “Lando…” you trailed off, the older man pulled with his back against the Aussie’s chest. Lando looked down, his lashes clinging together with tears, his lip quivering as Oscar moved him beside you, his body pressed to the bed as you frowned. 

Oscar was silent, moving you to sit on the floor and push Lando onto his hand and knees as the boy whimpered, his eyes red. “Oscar,” you said quietly, “what are you doing?”. He hummed for a second before turning to you. “Giving him what he deserved,”. 

His words were vague and didn’t make much sense as he moved you to lay under Lando, the Brit firmly on his hand and knees as Oscar took the tube of lube from the drawer, sliding it along his length as Lando whimpered. You knew what Oscar was trying to do as his hand came between Lando’s legs to push his cock between your lips, a whine leaving Lando’s lips. 

You heard him inhale sharply as your lips wrapped round his length, Oscar simultaneously pushing against Lando, sinking into him as Lando groaned. “Oscar…” Lando whined, his voice lisping slightly as Oscar rocked his body slowly, one of Oscar’s hand pressing to Lando’s lower back, the other one wrapping into his curls. 

“You ran such a good race, Lan,” Oscar muttered, his hips rocking in and out of Lando, the Brit’s face full of pleasure and overstimulation, your head bobbing up and down on Lando’s length, his arms shaking slightly. “I wanted to win,” he whimpered, a sigh leaving Oscar’s lips. 

“I know, Lan,” Oscar mumbled, reaching down to stroke your jaw, your cheek bulging with Lando’s cock in your mouth, your eyes welling with tears from how deep he was, but not moving, focused solely on the man above you. “Close,” Lando mumbled his body rocked with each movement.

Your lips were still wrapped round Lando’s length, Lando moving his lips to press his lips between your legs, tongue flicking against your clit as you moaned against his cock, both of your whines and pants pressing into each other as Oscar grunted, his body rocking in and out of Lando.

“Look how good you are,” Oscar said, his voice am octave deeper than usual, his cheeks flushed bright pink as Lando moaned against your thighs, sending vibrations into your body as you wriggled against him. “Making Y/N feel good too, yeah?”, Oscar carried on coaxing the pair of you, Lando’s hips jutting slightly into your mouth as you gagged slightly, eyes wide at the feeling.

“There you go,” Oscar mumbled, “that’s it, let go f’me,”. Your own orgasm followed, Lando’s lips and cheek splayed with remnants of your release as you gasped, your hips bucking uncontrollably as Lando held you down with the hilt of his hand, Oscar’s groans both lewd and lustful.

You didn’t care that Lando had cum inside your mouth, his body shaking as Oscar’s orgasm followed, your mouth full to the brim as he pulled out, Oscar’s hand pulling your body out the way as he held Lando on his lap, stroking the Brit gently. “You did so well,” Oscar mumbled, “you’ll win next time, won’t you?”. 

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[bunnis-monsters]

Hi welcome back, hope you're feeling better! Always good to get that self care in. Anywho, if it's okay I'm going to throw an idea at you that has been floating around in my head. I've been on a smidge of a naga hyperfixation lately, plus I love your Fern series, so it got me thinking: how cute would a mini naga be? Like part of the appeal of nagas is them being big boys, but on the other hand, what if smol corn snake dude?

OMG little snake guy…

I have two ideas with this in mind!

First, let’s say he’s not absolutely tiny, but about the size of a golden retriever. Little naga!bf that’s super protective of his mate, and very strong despite his small stature. He’ll sit in your lap, nuzzling you with his lower body wrapped around your legs.

All he wants is for you to rely on him… even if he’s constantly clinging to you and wanting to be pampered. Maybe he’s got a mommy kink who knows… but he’ll still rattle his tail and act all intimidating to protect you!

And my other idea, absolutely tiny naga bf that’s the size of your palm! So cute, but also very deadly! His bite can take down an elephant, so he’s feared by all the other creatures of the forest… except you.

You love him, and god how he wants to be big so he can show you just how much he wants to breed that fat cunt of yours. He’s so damn protective, hissing and showing off his fangs to whoever gets close!

Anyways… yeah, what concept do y’all like better? Or should I make a separate post for both?