#GIVE THAT BITCH EAR TUFTS!!!!

[artilite]

random sonic doodles after watching the movie 👍

[thesassypadawan]

Blood Sucker (Sam x GFReader)

Summary: It’s the night of your campus' big Halloween party and you (plus your emo bf) were all excited to go to it, until…your favorite monthly monster decided to haunt early.  Too bloated and in too much pain, you opt out…telling him to go without you.  But, to your ghoulish delight, he decides stay in with you…help you through this like the good little blood sucker that he is.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Menophilia, oral, mission, mentions of blood, those cheesy plastic vampire fangs, and…Sam’s skilled tongue and chubby pierced dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

A little something for a lovely anon! It was truly a pleasure to write this! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it and to see more of your lovely requests in my inbox! 💗

- Loud, lewd sucks and slurps fill…bounce off the walls of your festively decorated dorm room.  As he messily devours; groans as he savors the bitter, metallic taste.  “Sammy, stop!  It’s too gross!  Going to make a mes-”

- “Shut up you, little brat,” he growls into your aching core.  Grip on your thighs tightening, black nails sinking into your soft flesh.  “Said you were hurting too bad to go.  Begged me for help.  Well…”

- Spreading your legs wider; he licks yet another long stripe up your swollen, sore pussy.  “I’m being a good boyfriend…”  Pushes them back, closer to your chest.  Holding you still, pinning you to the pumpkin patterned sheets.  “…. and doing exactly that.”

- Hovering above, caging you in with his arms.  He smirks down at you…  “Besides, you ruined my night.”  …mouth, nose, and chin glistening with your crimson blood.  The sight making your stomach clench, walls flutter in excitement and slight revulsion.  “Least you can do is give me this.”

- Like a kid left unattended with his candy haul, he dives in greedily once more.  Burying his head between, pressing heated kisses to your plush pillows.  Lips envelope your sensitive bud; circling, pulling it a bit roughly.  Grunting when your hips reflexively buck in response.

- Blue eyes barely peek over your neatly trimmed mound, while he drags his tongue through your folds…rims, prods at your raw, little hole.  Coating it in your tinted slick, mixing it with his saliva to create a salacious lubricant.

- Delving deeply, plunging fervently.  Massaging, reaching places you’re sure he hasn’t before.  Lapping at that certain spongy spot; eliciting the sweetest, filthiest moans from you…making the pain ease just the tiniest amount.

- Cheeks grow flush, heat pools and builds up inside you.  “B-baby…ba-baby,” you stammer.  Thighs starting to tremble and shake.  While your fingers lace, tug weakly at his tuft of blue hair; trying to pull him off, yet closer at the same.  “Baby, s-sto-”

- Hot breath washes over your now empty cunt when he exhales in frustration.  Nips you with his cheesy, novelty fangs; the plastic scraping deliciously.  “Said…” 

- Abruptly he pulls away, sitting back on his knees.  Sinister look plastered on his face, as he lands a strong smack to your fat bottom…grabs your ankles.  Forces your legs to bend further to the point of them nearly touching your ears.  “Shut…up…”

- “Stop being a whiny bitch…”  He grumbles; grinding, teasing you with his chubby cock.  Stud on his tip catching occasionally on your clit, speeding you towards what feels like a sinfully good orgasm.  “…and let me make you feel better.”

- Surging forward, yanking you into him.  Thrusting so hard, you’re seeing stars. Wailing out pitifully… “Sam-Sammy!!!”

- His drives are wild, erratic. Sloppily pounding, ravaging your poor pussy.  Chasing after both your highs…your relief.  Those stupid fangs hanging out over his lips; bright red glob trickling down, making his skin appear paler in the candlelight.  “Fuck you’re tight…”

- Balls slap heavily, wetly against your ass from his rough pace.  Covering, painting your ass in your own blood; sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.  “So fucking warm…”

- Speeding up, inked neck strains deliciously.  Bottoming out each time; he slams, bullies your cervix over and over.  “Shit…going to turn me into one of those fuckers who loves this…”

- And all you can do is whimper, mewl; gummy walls desperately clinging to his length.  “Better tell me when the next is…”  Hands fisting the sheets, turning white.  “Going to keep track…”  Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you teeter close to the edge…to finally having sweet release from your cramps.  “Come back every month for more…”  All thanks to your little blood sucker.

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[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠️

SUBJUGATORS 💦 NARUMI X F! READER X HOSHINA ＫINKTOBER DAY 16: CNC ⚠️

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. i would give my left foot for cnc with hoshina or narumi for your kinktober 🤩 🐙 a/n: I READ HOSHINA AND NARUMI instead of OR. So yeah, I'M SORRY, i guess my subconscious won hahaha. Anyway I hope you enjoy it the same!!! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. HARD KINK: consented non con. please, do not read if it's triggering or not your cup of tea. I understand it is a very polemic kink, but not in a million years I'd say it's hot to get raped. This is just pre consented by three totally conscious adults that enjoy roleplay (it is explicitly stated at the very end, and with little hints all throughout the fic). cnc, kinda humilliation, dp implied. oral. vag. kinda fear wetting (piss). 🐙 wc: 1.2k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Slam! Your body gets smashed against the wall. A pair of hands crawl everywhere; your flesh getting squeezed, your head being pushed and pinned against hard cement. 

“Wandering all by yourself, love?” a raspy voice whispers into your ear; you can tell there are hints of laziness in it, but most definitely desire as well. 

You try to let go, using all your strength to free yourself. Fighting to escape, you push that man that came out of the darkness, away. 

“Oops, where are you going?” another voice, that also came out of nowhere, exclaims. You are stopped by a strong hand crushing your wrist. 

Immediately after; those first hands trap you again. You are surrounded by two men who somehow start fighting in between them.

“You let her go… are you becoming weak Nar-?” one of them, with slanted -pretty much closed- eyes, tease the other one. 

“You shitty bowl cut bitch” the other one, with black and grey tufts, grunts.

Yet, despite their bickering you are unable to run away as both are extremely strong. No matter how much you squirm, kick or move, you can’t escape from their claws… 

“Let me go!” you scream, getting muffled almost immediately but the bowl cut guy with his hand on your mouth. 

“Shh, babe… you are not allowed to scream” he says, opening his eyes to burn holes into yours, a purple aura as strong as his grip… beautiful irises for such a devilishly man. 

“He is right, love… we wouldn’t want the rest to hear you while we use your wholes, nobody will come to rescue you either…” the other man murmurs in your ear from behind, biting your lobe right after. His accelerated breathing shows how hard is getting by simply grabbing your trembling body. 

You, in fact, shiver. Frightened; this Halloween party shouldn’t have ended this way… you should have listened to your friends, Soshiro and Narumi, when they told you to wait for them.

“Aren’t you a little slut? What are you? a witch? A demon? Wearing that short little skirt for us? Mh?” the bowl cut guy asks, sliding his hand underneath your -indeed pretty short- skirt. 

You can’t help but smirk a little, soon remembering the situation you are actually in… “Stop! Let me go!” you cry, earning a soft slap on your mouth to shush you. 

Not only do your lips become a little swollen from that raspier voiced man’s slap, but they also suddenly drag you to a very -conveniently placed- abandoned warehouse from the base. 

Old mattresses scattered on the floor; pieces of beds and old furniture from the base rooms are also abandoned. Tachikawa is a pretty big facility, there must be a lot of these warehouses around… 

The slanted eyed man snatches your body from his partner in crime and pushes you against one of the mattresses. You fall with your back, showing your little white laced panties to them… what a great choice for Halloween night. 

“Look at this slut, already showing us her wet cunt” he spits, elbowing the grey- and black-haired man, showing a smirk with a pair of prominent fangs… he looks like a feral fox… 

Both smirk to each other, and for a second they might forget how much of a deadly enemy they consider themselves to be. 

The first to attack, seems to be the faster of them two; a feral fox that’s also quick in their movements. His hands, rather small and delicate but definitely strong, rip your upper part… goodbye to that beautiful costume you spent hours preparing for tonight. 

His fangs seem hungry for your breasts, for your neck, for your flesh. And so, while pinning you -as if your fighting meant nothing- he attacks. His fangs carve marks everywhere they bite, leaving painful reminders of his dominance, of the crime of using your body against your desires.

“Ah ah… come on, I want a piece of her too” the other one grunts, this time a lot calmer and somehow lazy… but still so filled with lust. 

The “feral fox” allows him to join. He stands up and pinches your cheeks before doing anything else to communicate their intentions -as if they weren’t clear from the very start- “On all fours, let’s keep that mouth occupied while you get your pussy r*ped” 

You gasp as you are forced to turn and stand on all fours; your inner thighs tremble, your lower belly spasm… “no… please…” you cry, fighting the hands on your back that try to at least move your panties to the side.

“Calm the fuck down, bitch… you want it or not, I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt anyways” 

A few spanks on your ass leave your skin burning, and for the moments you become still from the pain the black and grey hair man is able to finally slide a couple of fingers into your entrance. 

You try to turn around to see him; to perhaps try and push him away, or maybe just maybe to enjoy the lustful look in those tired eyes… But you are actually unable to do so, as the prominent fangs boy grab your neck and mandible to force your mouth to open.

“Open big for me, ok? Let's use that beautiful mouth of you” he growls, using his index to lower your tongue and make you gag before replacing it with his hard, drippy, throbbing sex. 

You, in fact, gag and cough. He goes in and out, fucking your mouth with no mercy and a smile that could belong to the Devil himself. 

“Come on… deep” he purrs, going even deeper, watching you beg for air, watching tears roll down your cheek from how much he is forcing his tip onto your uvula. 

You fix your pleading, desperate eyes on his… barely sounds escape your throat while being used. You are trembling in pure terror, but even more when you can feel a warm tip getting dangerously close to your folds. 

“Heh, absolutely wet and still crying? Stop acting as if you didn’t like this, slut” that lazy voice that comes from behind, scolds you, before even sliding in. 

And when he does, he does with such strong thrust you are sure you could have pissed yourself a little bit… degrading yourself, by having your throat completely ruined by an impetuous dick going in and out of you, by getting your legs and sneakers wet in urine and arousal, and by getting your sex penetrated against your will… really against? 

“Ah, look at that… you disgusting whore, you can’t even hold it in when someone is using your cunt? Heh” he continues, going in and out even harder and faster. This time you can totally sense the complicity in between your two victimizers… 

Victimizers that have stopped fighting to coordinate the rams on both of your sides. One on your mouth, the other on your sex… what a mess, you are just a mess. 

“Narumi, move, it’s my turn” the foxy looking one says as he takes his dick out of your mouth. 

You cough, trying to clean the saliva on the commissures of your mouth and the taste of precum flooding your throat.

“YOU IDIOT” Narumi grunts, he has just revealed his name. 

“I can’t keep playing, let me fuck you (Name), please…” Soshiro suddenly says, the three of you have already lost your roles as lust and climaxing begins to kick in.

“Why don’t you fuck me at the same time?”  “These games of yours, (Name)… aren’t you a little bit of a perv?”  “It’s you two who are forcing me, aren’t you?” “Yes my queen…” “Yep, my lady” 

Oh, and by the way, I am a zombie bride… not a demon, nor a witch! 

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-one: impact play kink

>>> this right here is my girl dinner. i need him so so so so so so so so so so so so bad like PLEASE bakugou when you see this baby come home the kids miss you 😢

>>> starring: katsuki bakugou x curvy!f!reader >>>cw: fwb to lovers, impact play through spankings, choking, holding your head down, multiple rounds, breeding, one pregnancy comment, jealous katsuki, degradation, praise. >>>wc: 3k >>> event masterlist

you were the most annoying person he’s ever met, and that’s saying something. he would willingly dethrone even himself to crown you the biggest bitch in the entire world. maybe it was because you were a foreign exchange pro-hero sent to mingle and visit for relations between japan and your home country—though you’ve far overstayed your welcome. maybe it was because your quirk seemed to give you some air of importance like you were just as good if not better than everyone else, but either way, you were intolerable—at least he tried to pretend you were.

everyone else was eating you up though, as always. kirishima was dumb enough to follow you around with heart eyes, shouto knew how to play it cool enough—but bakugou knew he was vying for your attention. even shinsou and monoma gathered around to gawk at the way your hero uniform clings to your body like a second skin. they should all be embarrassed. you’re assigned to work at his agency anyway—there was no point in sweet talking you. you belong to him. at least, at work—and he hated it.

it was a special layer of hell to have you at his side. you were bossy, bubbly, and absolutely brilliant. your body was irritatingly perfect. his suit was tight too, you know, and raging boners as he carts around his guest was hardly his ideal patrol. you’re unafraid of getting your hands dirty and you’re even less afraid of him—which he lov—enjoys very much. you match his mouth and have never once backed down, which is probably why he’s so perplexed and fascinated and for the lack of better word—or maybe just the right one—obsessed with you.

you’re smart enough to know it, too. you smile extra big when you bring him breakfast every morning and you perch at the edge of his desk just to hear him grumble at you. you let him kiss you and feel your body, but you don’t let him call you his. you aggravate him on purpose, enjoying the way his eye twitches and his nose scrunches before he starts tearing you a new one. you know very well the effect you have on katsuki bakugou, so why do you toy with him like this instead of just ending his suffering?? why do you let your fan club follow you around in his agency when you could be sitting in his lap making out with him in between mountains of paperwork like usual—but no, you’re being way too flirty with kirishima for his liking.

all well and good, they know better than to touch you—at least he thought they did. but clearly monoma has no idea what lengths bakugou will go to to prove that despite your airy behavior—you’re his and his alone.

as soon as he sees monoma’s arm wrap around your waist, he’s standing in front of you, arms folded over his broad chest and arched eyebrow nearly lost between the spiky tufts of ash blonde hanging over his forehead. he’s waiting for you to denounce the behavior—not because he needs you to, but because he wants to see just how far your brattiness goes. you smile at him with those heart eyes, but ultimately choose to say, “hi dynamight. did you need something?”

oh goddamn, he’s fuming. apparently your brattiness knows no bounds. he can feel the steam pouring out of his ears as he grabs onto your wrist, nodding. “yeah—need my bratty little skank in my office right now.”

“ooh somebody’s madddd.” you giggle, though the other heroes seem surprised that he spoke to you that way. all it does is make your pussy tingle—you’re truly shameless and just as annoying as he claims you are. “don’t worry boys, it’s a loving pet name, i promise.”

he doesn’t let you explain further, deciding he isn’t going to chance you misbehaving. he lifts you up with ease, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of laundry. the gesture gives you butterflies—by no means are you petite, yet he throws you around like you weigh next to nothing.

you dangle over his back, waving goodbye to all the hopeful toys you’ve used as a means to this end—to drive him so crazy he just has to claim you in front of everyone. and thank god this worked.

see katsuki may act like you’re the problem, but he’s no saint. he has women bowing at his feet now that he’s a six foot four two hundred and fifty pound top of the leaderboards pro-hero—not that he gives them the time of day. the problem is, he wants to be private, or in other words, a secret. you’re not down with that. the paparazzi follow you regardless, what difference does it make if the world knows? it only gives you the right to crush those rude bitches that went to school with bakugou that try to sing their praises now. fans are fans—you hate the other sidekicks and heroes and friends that eye him right in front of you—all because no one knows that you’re a thing.

so if that’s how he wanted to play, you’d make sure you won.

though winning is subjective, and bakugou clearly thinks he’s coming out on top. he stomps to the elevators with you hanging off of him like an accessory, but his anger still bubbles over his face. he grimaces at his peers, his firm grip on your ass should be enough to send a message but he won’t be done there. no, he won’t stop until your screaming is bouncing off every wall of his agency or until he has to pay fines for noise violations and workplace harassment. he won’t stop until you’re broken of your behavior.

the elevator doors aren’t open all the way before he’s sliding out of them, grumbling about your behavior.

“are ya fuckin’ dumb, princess?” he shakes his head, palming your ass. “wh’kinda man ya think i am? just gonna let my bitch flirt with some fuckin’ extras in front of my face? you must not know me very well.”

“big talk, hot shot.” you huff, your voice vibrating a little with each heavy step he took towards his office. you repress your giddiness. “finally change your mind? you want people to know i’m yours now, huh?”

you’re clever. he’ll have to give you that. in his rage, he hadn’t noticed that he all but confirmed those workplace rumors—that this will leak to tmz in a few hours anyway and all his moping and sneaking and stewing over you was pointless. because in the end he is a beast of nature, and can’t handle anyone having even a fraction of what’s his. this is as close as they’ll ever get, he thinks to himself as he shoves you over his desk—not patient enough to fiddle with the zipper of your hero costume. he is a strong enough man to pull it apart though, shredding it to pieces and grunting in approval of your nakedness before him.

“yeah smartass, i changed my mind. gonna make sure everyone knows yer mine.” he groans, so many ideas of how to get you wailing and declaring your love for him rush to his mind. you’re biting your lip already, hoping he has you bent over like this for a reason. you hear his gauntlets clank together on the ground, and you wiggle your behind in the air excitedly.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, daddy..” you giggle, throwing that out to help your case. he knows you’re still bratty, not nearly worn down enough to be his babbling baby girl just yet. he smirks anyways, clever all on his own. his eyes focus on those perfect globes of your ass jiggling before him. you love his hands on you, warmed with his quirk with just enough spark and pressure to turn you to mush in just a few minutes. coincidentally enough he loves turning your ass into a custom painting of his own doing—and you get so noisy when he spanks you, that it’s clearly the best option.

“i’m not threatening, skank.” he pops your ass once, just a touch of warmth to your skin. you jolt forward, humming at the pleasant buzz. “tryin’ to get me all worked up in front of my friends?”

“oh they’re your friends now? i thought they were just extras.” you taunt, stretching your arms out in front of you to lay your face against the cool wood of his desk. his hand grows warmer and a little harder as it hits your ass in the same spot as before, a matching one falling to your other cheek within a second. it makes you squeal out a bit in glee, the sting was addictive.

“both, depending on how i feel—mouthy brat.” he huffs, though he is admittedly amused. he relishes your sweet little moans as he smacks your skin in rapid succession, his hands steadying their heat with each collision. as he smacks harder, your skin broken and bruised in the shape of his hand—you still moan in pleasure, getting louder the harsher he got. “this is all my little whore wanted hah? not’ta be able to sid’down all day?” he chuffs happily, giving you three more harsh smacks in a row, all to the same spot. you’re whining at the top of your lungs, making him smile successfully.

“mhm! yes daddy—jus’ wanted your attention~” you purr, his ownership of you bouncing off the walls and hopefully echoing downstairs to those shitty betas who put their hands all over you—kirishima would be dealt with separately.

his hands are so hot and blistering, the force enough to physically ripple your fat cheeks. it makes tears spring to your eyes and you shake your head in submission, throwing in the towel as your skin welts up before his lidded eyes. he slides warm fingers between your legs, swiping at your cunt. he cackles at the slick dribbling down his fingers when he pulls away.

“soaked. geezus, just from fuckin’ whoopin’ ya.” he licks his teeth, thinking of all the ways he could take you against his desk, but decides to start with a little reprieve for you. his suit is peeled back effortlessly, curved hard on gathering all the slick that littered your thighs and dripped from your pretty hole. “ain’t even gotta finger ya open, bet my greedy princess has been plannin’ this all day, hah?”

you can’t restrain your confirming giggle, your head already in the clouds just from his handling. it was moderately embarrassing how easy it was for him to work you up, but he supposed that was some sort of payback for how easily you consume his every waking thought—and some of the sleeping ones too.

he chuckles, kicking your legs a little wider so he can take you just like this. you gasp in excitement, smiling greedily as his tip catches on your clit before dipping to your entrance and back again. he played your game, so you could play his and beg like he wants you to.

“stop teasin’ me daddy.” you pout, tossing him that soft stare over your shoulder—the very same one that makes his heart stop each and every time. it will never get old, clearly. “please…been wet for you all day.” you bat your lashes.

fuck, you’re getting it. he puts his hand on the back of your neck and pushes your face to the desk, slipping his girth in your puckering hole without any ceremony. his other hand wraps under your hip to keep you from collapsing as you squeeze down and adjust to him like it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced his length splitting you open. you gasp for breath, straight hot fire melting into a tingling warmth requiring all your concentration.

“oh what’s a matter brat? goin’ quiet on me.” he grins his satisfaction, drilling into you without remorse. you feel him bumping against your womb, tearing at that entrance that he shouldn’t have access to. it hurts, he’s drilling you into jelly and you can only grab at the desk in a vain effort to ground yourself.

on command, your voice returns to you. you cry out your pained pleasure, nails scraping at the desk as every drag of his cockhead against your cervix had you tearing up. you can’t form words, and he doesn’t care. it’s too delicious—you’re too fucking tight for him to control himself, there’s just no way he could hold himself back when you’re so loud and absolutely drenched just to make all this easier on him. he angles one of your legs up on the desk, turning his curved shaft towards your spongy relief. your moans are even sweeter, heat flooding every sense in a mixture of something natural and something influenced by your lover’s quirk.

“yes! yesyesyes ohmygod yes daddy!” you scream, your throat ached from the sheer power behind it, your pretty little pussy kept fluttering around him as it stretches to fit him.

“better not cum. yer gonna hold it.” he commands, smacking some of that tender skin from earlier. you nearly fold at the impact, you whimper at the outrageous demand, shaking your head quickly to tell him you couldn’t possibly hold this back—the way he abuses your cunt was too intense to control your response. “if you cum—“

you can’t listen. it was all his fault anyway—fucking you like that and expecting you to be able to do anything but cream all over him.

“dumb brat.” he sighs, eyes fixated on your drooling hole leaving a pretty white ring of your essence along his shaft and coating his dark pubes. he shoves some of the extra shit off his desk, shoving you all the way on it once it’s barren. he puts you on your back like you’re a doll to position—holding your legs straight in his massive hands. you wince when your ass contacts the cold wood, “ya coulda got off easy—you just keep makin’ it hard on yerself.”

you mewl as he pins your hips to the surface below, his palms splayed across your abdomen—making every poke of his rod feel that much more intense. you grip his forearms; you were nearly crying already—then katsuki moves his hand to your clit, using the heel of his palm to send you into overstimulated jerks. “now you better learn to fuckin’ listen ‘r i’m cummin’ in that trashcan beside ya.” he snorts.

you cry out at the threat, nodding your understanding. what an evil thing to say—he knows you feel that much more complete after getting his load—like he’s giving you all his love and trust without him having to say a thing at all. you can’t let him take away your favorite part, so you clench your thighs and try to think about anything other than the beautiful ridges of his cock sliding in you like you’re nothing but a sleeve for him to use. you try, but his raspy grunts and groans in your ear keep you wailing and clawing at him desperately.

“can’t hold it daddy—too good! too much, pleasepleaseplease~” you cry, eyes screwed shut tight in pleasure as your body bounces around him with every devious pump of his cock. you feel so good to him, every clamp of your walls has him wondering how he hadn’t busted all up in your shit anyway.

“fine. now.” he orders, feeling the rush of your release and his control over you all in the same moment. it’s exhilarating, and you’re so picture perfect that he’s filling you up seconds later, his threat earlier as empty as they come. this was his pussy, and he would fuck it stupid and full and then send you back downstairs to your stupid fan club.

he stays hard, fucking into you relentlessly. hearing your sopping wet cunt squelch from being so full of his load combined with your elicit high pitched moans kept him thrusting like he hadn’t just reached one end.

“think you were getting off that easy, my little skank princess?” he mocks, dragging your limp body to the edge of the desk to give him full control of your hips. “i wanna hear how loud you can go. gonna fill this greedy little cunt up again.”

you nod, feeling his length shove everything deeper—cum so far down you’re sure you’re pregnant already. you wail your sensitivity, a mess of babbles and broken sobs. even as spent as you are, your gorgeous face twisted with satisfaction and your lips still called for him so perfectly. his hand finds it’s way to your throat, curses rolling past his own curved lips at the sputtering breaths you take as your moans turn to squeals. it doesn’t take much more than that, his second spurt just as heavy as his first. he uses his grip on your hips to hold you still, your legs a shaking mess as you went numb a while ago. he stills in you, chest heaving from all his hard work, but he watches you with a satisfied grin.

“gotta set a clothes you can wear. can’t clean up that pussy though—gotta show that off before we go home for round three.” he grunts, kissing your jawline roughly—saving your lips for last. he’s tender here, holding your face in his hands like he’s holding a delicate flower. “want them to see ya all fucked out. ‘s the only way they ever will. ‘m feelin’ generous.”

you struggle for your breath, rolling your eyes at him. you don’t mind the notion—you don’t care if pictures show up in the magazines the next day. all you care about is being his—and winning. though, it’s plenty safe to say you did

[cringefailvox]

@downthegenderriver asked if i had any more radiobelle headcanons and the answer is yes <3

whenever alastor wants to wriggle out of a tough conversation or for charlie to stop talking about something, he'll drag her into an dizzying song and dance until she's too high on the fuzzy warm musical feelings to notice him disappearing

charlie was creeped out by his shadow for a long time, but eventually she realized it was just an echo of the snappish nervy animal in alastor's soul and now she treats it accordingly. one day she'll get it to chase a laser on the wall and alastor will stare sightlessly into the distance with total humiliation (he loves her)

they have a private two-person philosophy club where every week they trade off and one of them tries to lure the other to the dark side / redemption. they are always at a stalemate. charlie makes hand-drawn flashcards about prosocial behaviors and virtue ethics while alastor bitches and nitpicks the whole time over a plate of scones and then when it's his turn he just selects random historical atrocities to make charlie defend the goodness of humanity against

alastor gives charlie elocution lessons at her request and inevitably this always ends with charlie earnestly trying to do an impression of an transatlantic accent and making alastor cringe so hard he melts into the floor

charlie LOVES combing his ear tufts with a toothbrush and they look so so silly when they do this but alastor enjoys it. he will never admit it but he does

like i said in the notes of this post i don't think they have anything close to normal sex because what alastor (asexual; bottom) would want is so specific & violent that charlie can't do it without suffering intense guilt, and what charlie (allo; bottom) wants is too tender and romantic to not make alastor crawl out of his skin with revulsion. sometimes they compromise with the shadow tentacles, other times they compromise by alastor making charlie so mad she slaps him across a room, etc

alastor has really bad cuteness aggression and sometimes he'll just lightly clamp down on her hand or something while she's filling out paperwork and she's like ok. fine. and then she pays him back by surprise-ruffling his ears during his broadcasts and completely shattering his composure

charlie finds out pretty quickly that alastor genuinely sucks at close-range physical combat when she asks him to show her some moves (he's an expert at evasion and brute force tentacle stuff but not much else), and it actually turns into charlie showing him how to throw a punch because if lilith did one thing right it was teach her daughter the basics of self-defense

they are in a qpr <3

[twistedteddy]

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Warnings: Spanking, Heat play, mature (sex)stuff in kitchen, cl¡t slapping, praise and degradation, cervix kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, light fingering,f! Receiving oral

You'd been at the kitchen counter making dinner when Dabi returned to your cramped apartment. "Hey! I'm glad your home!" You yelled when you heard the door click closed. Quickly making two bowls of the beef strew you'd been working on all day. After all it was your day off and the two of you took turns cooking on your days off- the sound of his coat hitting the floor was all you heard before he hugged you from behind. Yanking your whole body back and into his chest

"Ah bad day?" You said reaching your hand back to take a tuft of his hair and pull his face closer to your ear. His hummed into your neck and let his hand slink up from your waist to lightly grip your neck. "It fucking sucked" He muttered giving your neck a light kiss. "Mm so dinner after?" You whispered as he started pushing your body towards the counter. His hand starting to slowly heat against your neck as he pushed you over the cool surface. "I'll take care of ya so don't worry bout it." He murmed grinding against your ass as he pulled up the white t-shirt of his that you'd been wearing. Maneuvering yourself to slip it off be left only in your underwear..dragging his hands down your back before reaching to grab your hips and pull you further back into him. Enjoying the little gasp he can always get outta you. The small sting of his hands getting a little to warm and leaving small red print of his hands over where the were before getting to his knees behind you.

Biting the fabric covering you and pulling it down to your mid thigh with his teeth while his hands gripped the fat of your ass. Still warm and harsh. He was getting a little more desperate not wanting to take his time and that was obvious by him not bothering to even property spread your pretty pussy open first like he would normally- just suck and licking and ever so gently biting at those sensitive areas you've always tried to hide from him. The first time you let him go down on you, you tried to push him away from your clit so you wouldn't "cum too fast" he thought it was fuckin adorable. The way you'd try to pull away or push him off to keep it from happening. Your legs were tensing and he grabbed your ankles and forced them up to your ass so now yoir weight was fully on the counter. Back arching and moaning freely while you came on his face body forcibly grinding on it. He didn't really wait as he reached a hand around and placed a hand over your mouth.

"Come on pretty gimme something to work with" his gravley voice said and you obeyed without a second thought, licking his hand and lightly spitting in it before he let go and quickly undid his pants using the saliva as lubricant to pump himself a few times leaning forward as he did and biting the back of your neck earning him a pretty moan from you and a large bite mark to replace the older fading one next to it. "You're doin so good f'me pretty such a slut" He groaned as he moved your hips to press our wet cunt to his hard cock. Pressing and bullying his way into you while rubbing soothing circles onto your ass. Giving you just a few seconds to adjust before giving your ass a hard slap. "Fuuck so tight. I really need to fuck you more loosen this cunt up." He groaned rocking back and forth before pulling you a bit back off the counter finally letting your toes touch the ground again before properly fucking you. Hand on the back of your neck nice and hot while holding your hips in place. You bit your lip trying to stay quiet and arching yoir back as much as you could in the position. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust was overwhelming. "Hah? Cmon bitch make some noise" He growled before letting go of thr back of your neck and slapping your clit a few times your legs automatically bending and trying to close shut all at once but he laughed at the attempt. "Aw look at you baby girl cmon I know what you like. Don't fight it." Squeeling face down into the counter as he didn't stop the movement of his hips into your plump ass or the slap of his hand on your clit. Ever so softly rubbing it between each harsh impact. You came fast, squirting all over but he didn't stop. He hadn't come yet ans you found yourself still vent over the counter, eyes crossed and tongue lulled out as he finally came in you muttering about you being the perfect cock sleeve. Slowly pulling out before fingerings his seed back into you.

"So you ready for dinner? I'm starving."

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 2 - That Fuckin Bitch

You find lost friends.

On AO3.

It is a dog. A bundle of white fur and a tail wagging so hard it circles in a loop as Scratch gives himself helicopter-butt.

Wyll drops to his knees the second the elevator stops and the dog throws himself at the horned man, tongue flapping, body wiggling, whining happily.

You don’t got much time to even notice all that before you’re bowled over by a big, feathered mass of an owlbear cub. Y’all been gone, what, a week? And then some? Yet the little dude lunges up so high he reaches your chin as he totters on his back legs.

He trills and squeals. His claws catch on your new armor (thank fuck for that armor) while he nibbles at everything he can reach.

“Sweetums,” you say. Bury your fingers in the soft feathers around his face and give him some good head-scritches. His ear tufts lift as his eyes sink shut.

“Oh, the druid didn’t die,” Astarion says.

The druid being Halsin, whose bear form shimmers and ripples with golden light as he shrinks down into a slightly smaller man. Elf. Whose body then goes loose in what you can only assume is relief.

“Oakfather be praised,” Halsin says. “I was beginning to worry.”

“Only beginning?” Wyll says with a cheeky smile.

Halsin’s return smile flickers, looking too tired. “You all did defeat a goblin camp and rescue the Emerald Grove. But the Underdark can be exceedingly dangerous in many different ways.”

“Ch'k,” Lae’zel all but spits. “I found no danger. Only the bloodsucker and the weakest istik received that honor.”

You…been called worse.

Halsin’s gaze darts to you. You lift a hand (the other still occupied with Sweetums). “We’re all fine. Just some critters.”

“And the drow,” Astarion says. “I managed to feast on several of them, and our darling leader crushed one to pieces with a boat.”

Halsin’s gaze turns to sharp worry.

“Oh please,” Karlach says. “I split a minotaur in half. And then Wyll and I got caught up in that fight between them dragons—”

“Oh, here we go,” Astarion says.

“I’m telling the truth! There was two dragons, but we didn’t know they were dragons at the time cause they were disguised as people—”

“Next you’ll tell everyone you stumbled into a vampire bar. Admit it, darling, we—” He slings an arm around your shoulders and hauls you close, much to Sweetums’ dismay. “—got to have all the fun.”

“There actually were two dragons,” Wyll says.

“Yeah! And a bunch of kobolds! But the gold dragon—”

Gale winces. Mutters, “Those are exceedingly rare. The likelihood of any of us coming across one, in the Underdark no less—”

“—she roasted all of them! Poof! Into ash!” Karlach finishes.

Halsin’s mouth opens. The shape of a question forms, but then he just looks at y’all.

“Is that a stew?” Shadowheart says.

A pot sits on a bed of coals next to a small fire. A savory, kinda tangy scent wafts through the air and y’all been on limited rations for the last fucking week.

“I, yes,” Halsin says. Steps to the side. “Yes, it is. Though it’s quite watery, and I doubt there’s enough for everyone.”

“Aha,” Gale says and reaches into his pack to pull out a sack of potatoes like a stage magician flourishing a baby bunny. “I do believe I may be able to assist with that.”

Away from caves and rivers, the monsters and murderers (well, the ones not in y’all’s group). Away from an active lava lake, and you could use a dinner, a massage, and then a coma.

So that’s when that fucking bitch Mizora pops in.

***

“I swear, the next time I see that streak of shit, I’m going to pinch her head off her fucking shoulders,” Karlach says. Makes the approximate motion of plucking off a fuzzy dandelion head.

You’d help her. Will help her, if you can think out how.

Wyll sits quietly next to the fire, Scratch between his legs, the dog’s head on his knee.

That fucking bitch. That ratfuck twat.

“This is the last job,” you say, like that’s gonna actually make it better. “Last one, and he’s done.”

That’s what y’all managed to negotiate. Last time, that bitch had fucked Wyll over in person. This time, she did it by way of a Star Wars hologram, and she’d sounded stressed. So you’d asked about it.

Which still wouldn’t’a done shit if Astarion hadn’t piped up. Apparently “magistrate” also meant some kinda lawyer?

So Wyll gets to Moonrise Towers, frees some poor fuck that bitch calls an asset, and he’s free. He’d thanked y’all, but now he sits quietly, and you can’t help but think of them first days off the farmstead. The first night, in Sasha’s bedroom at two in the morning, sitting on her couch watching the lights shift along the ceiling as cars drove by below.

It was noisy in the city. Though you’d later found out y’all was just in a suburb of a larger town. First time you ever went to Tulsa and saw an honest-to-god skyscraper, you got dizzy sitting there in the car.

You still refuse to enter one.

But that first night, you sat on that couch by yourself. You were free. You’d done it. You ran the fuck away. Turned your back on the lord and the Pastor and Mother.

You were the biggest piece of shit to ever walk the Earth. You were going to hell. No doubt. People who left went to hell. They succumbed to the voice of the devil, and they always knew you had the devil in you. That was why Mother was so hard on you. She was trying to help, trying to save you, and this was how you repaid her. You scurried off in the night like a coward. A traitor.

An apostate.

The worst thing anyone in the world could be, and you felt that ooze over your skin, sinking cold and sick into your stomach. Worse than some godless heathen liberal, you had seen the light of the lord. Had felt his presence. His grace. His love. And you flung it into the mud.

Stupid, evil, ungrateful girl. You betrayed them all.

You’d watched Sasha drive. Saw how her foot worked the pedal that made the truck go. The steering wheel, a knob for the lights. Girls didn’t drive, since their calling was on the farmstead and the work there, but you were always too deceitful for your own good.

Sasha had set her keys in a bowl on the kitchen table just through the door.

This place, this room with all the noise and the echoing thuds of footsteps tromping up nearby stairs, a girl’s voice echoing down the hall, it wasn’t for you. You didn’t know what half the things in that living room were for. Had never been alone like this. No bunk above yours, no sleeping girls around you. Just you.

Sasha had offered to sleep on the floor beside the couch she put you on. You’d assured her you were fine. You wanted to be alone.

Because you had the devil in you.

If you grabbed them keys and took that truck. If you went back now, right this second and begged forgiveness, they’d take you back. The prodigal daughter. The lord goes ever-searching for his lost flock.

There would be punishment. They would have to cleanse the sin that overwhelmed you, banish the devil’s temptations filling your mind. But you wouldn’t be alone like this. Wouldn’t be so stranded in an alien world, an alien life.

You surged up, bolted for the kitchen, and managed to reach the sink before you started to throw up.

“Hey,” you say, in Middle Narnia. Slide to a seat near Wyll.

He looks up. His smile is soft and warm. At first glance. But you know what to look for: the strain around the seams.

“Thank you again,” he says. Gives Scratch his namesake. The dog’s tail thumps against the ground.

“Wish I could’a done more,” you say.

Wyll hums. “She’s a sly one, that Mizora. Always finds a new way to get her claws into you.”

You get that, too. The lord goes ever-seeking his lost flock.

“You know everybody in camp wants to beat her ass for you, right?” you say. And boy howdy, this feels awkward as fuck. But when he looks to you, you know the man desperately needs to hear it. “We all care about you. You even got Astarion to jump in for you.”

That cracks the first hairline fracture into Wyll’s brittle mask.

“Ain’t none of us gonna stand back, Wyll. You ain’t all by yourself. You give the word, and we’ll jump her. Or what’s left after Karlach gets to her.”

“Fuck yeah!” Karlach, apparently in earshot, hollers. “I’ll scoop her lungs out her arsehole!”

Another crack. A trickle of genuine warmth spills out. Wyll nods. “I’ll keep that in mind. It’s just…being the Blade of Frontiers. All my magic comes through her. If…when I lose that. I’m not…not sure who I am. The man, and not the Blade. I want that contract gone, make no mistake. I’ve been leashed to that creature for far too long. It’s just…”

He looks at the hand not busy petting Scratch.

“You’ll find him,” you say. Hold his gaze when he lifts it. “You’ll have to build him, brick by brick. But you’ll build it, and from what I seen of your foundation, you’ll build him strong.”

There it goes. The mask shatters. Leaves Wyll, the man, soft and exposed.

“You really think so?” he says.

And that’s about as much vulnerability as you can handle. Still, man needs a reassurance, so you can’t go sprinting off past them temple doors.

“I mean, you can’t do no worse than what I managed,” you say.

To which he only raises an eyebrow, a sly twinkle gleaming in his eye. “Oh? You’ve bargained your way out of a warlock pact, have you?”

You ain’t never really shared yourself to any of them. Except Astarion, cause he went stomping through your memories with his fucking shoes still on. It ain’t something you ever really talk about. Not here, and not in your life before. Mostly cause people get weird with you afterward, and that never goes away. It taints you, once others know.

“Got raised in a bad group,” you say. “Real coercive shit. Got out later, and had to start my whole life over. It sucks. Real bad. But it’s doable.”

He nods slowly. Gives another half-smile and sighs. “Thank you. Truly. I’m glad to have been infested with a soul-consuming, monstrous parasite with you.”

You cannot help the bark of laughter. “Me too.”

Y’all finally settle in to actually eat the dinner that fucking bitch Mizora so rudely interrupted. And then makes plans to set out from this temple (or whatever it actually is, does Faerun have train stations?) come morning. Y’all are gonna be traipsing through a place called the Shadow-Cursed Lands, looking for the secret hideout of a fucking brainworm cult.

Peachy.

Which means y’all need to sleep.

Sweetums has been clinging like a cat to your legs the whole evening. Afternoon. You don’t honestly know. But he comes trotting and trilling after you as you set up your tent. You used to have a cat, Nugget, until he passed a year ago. Ain’t never had a dog (apartments don’t mix all that well with dogs, in your opinion).

You look at Sweetums. He flicks his ear tufts at you. So you lift the tent flap and the boy don’t even need instructions to go crawling in there.

Well hell. Forget dogs sleeping on the bed, you got yourself an owlbear. At least he don’t seem inclined to roll around in deer shit like most dogs you meet.

You start to duck in after him.

“Well,” a voice drawls. Astarion emerges from the shadows, where he must’a been lurking like an absolute fucking creeper.

You’re pretty wrung out on the fucks to give department just now. Can’t muster up enough adrenaline to jump, so you just kinda stare as the man leans back against a pillar.

“Shopping for a new lover already?” he says.

[papasmicstand]

Love you readers, I hope this makes your Monday better (2600 words).

Sex Surrogacy for Satan

Chapter 3: Lesson 2 - Terzo - Satisfaction

Summary:

Terzo is a cocky son-of-a-bitch sometimes (always). Can he convince you that he knows it all when it comes to satisfying a partner?

The next morning you decided to have breakfast in the cafeteria.  You yawned as you filled a plate and found a table near the window.  Only five hours of sleep, why do I do this to myself?   Your brain had decided to replay those last moments with Secondo instead of sleep, worrying that you had pushed him too far too soon.  Steam wafted up from the eggs and bacon, causing your stomach to rumble with hunger.  You took a bite and closed your eyes as you savored the flavors, it was surprisingly delicious.  I could get used to this life.  

A few Siblings came and sat with you, intrigued by the new stranger.  You told them that you were a therapist and that you would be around for a few weeks.  As part of the deal with Primo, you couldn’t disclose what type of therapy you were providing, and of course all session details were confidential.  You made small talk, but were also happy when they left so that you could write down key observations and thoughts in your notebook about last night’s exercises.  Secondo really had some walls up surrounding his emotions.  You wished he would have allowed you to stay longer to provide aftercare, since it was clear that he had a physical reaction to the lesson.

Speaking of the devil, you looked up to see Terzo and Secondo passing by with food.  Papa II startled and immediately changed course, disappearing into the morning rush.  Terzo looked confused until he saw the source of the tension, that source being you.  

He walked over with a spring in his step.  “I don’t think we’ve met yet, signorina.  I’m Papa Emeritus III, but you can call me Terzo.  Would you happen to be the 7:00 appointment on my calendar tonight?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

He was shorter than you had imagined, but brimming with confidence.  “That’s me,” you smiled.  “I look forward to becoming better acquainted.”  

“Indeed,” he leaned close enough that you could smell his fresh cologne and whispered in your ear, “I can’t wait for tonight, I’ll save room for dessert.”  Then winked and went on his way.

You nearly choked on your tea.  Ah, tonight will be fun.

Here we go , you knocked on the large wooden door of Terzo’s office.

He opened it with a smile, sauntering around the small space as he signaled for you to come in.

“Have a seat, signorina,” Papa offered.  You lowered into a tufted leather wingback chair and he casually leaned on the desk across from you.  “Though I’m not sure why you’re seeing me when my brothers clearly need all of the help?”  He flashed a wicked smile at you, charming for sure.

You stared up knowingly at your partner for the evening.  “I assure you, Primo gave me a full report.  It’s not about who needs help, more about each of you becoming the best partner that you can be.”

“Of course,” Papa nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt.  “Shall we get right into it?  You can give me feedback as we go.  I enjoy a vocal partner.”

“Is this how quickly you would normally initiate sex?  As an ice breaker?”  You countered, noticing a theme with the brothers.

“Are you saying I move too quickly?” Terzo asked, mischief in his tone.

You wondered what he would be like if he dropped the ‘sexy Papa’ front.  “Just an observation.  Pretend I am a new Sister, how would things normally go?”

“Well, it depends on the Sibling, some are bold and just make a move during Confession or after Mass, others are more reserved and drop hints… but as a leader of the church I’m very perceptive.”

Smooth .  “So walk me through it.”

“Like I said, every scenario is different, signorina,” he came closer until he was sitting on the arm of your chair.  “But let’s take you.  You do not seem overly shy.  I heard that you put my brother in his place.”

You were momentarily taken aback, “I assure you all sessions are confidential, I don’t know what you heard…”

He lowered his voice as if you were trading secrets, “The ghouls, well, I don’t know if you’ve met any yet.  But they discover many things and they are close with me.”  A knowing smile crossed his lips, “I hear that you like eye contact.  I’m not emotionally constipated like mio fratello.  This is no problem for me.”

He thinks he has it all figured out already.   “I can be different depending on what I’m trying to accomplish.  Don’t assume too much,” you cautioned.

“Ah, same.”  He gave you another naughty smile.  “Yes, I’m sure you are… versatile.  If you were one of the Sorellas here I would invite you to my quarters for some quality time.

“I see, ‘quality time,’”  you repeated.

“Exactly,” he said with a shrug.  “Two bodies will just know what to do if the environment is conducive to sins of the flesh.”  He flitted his fingers as if they were two moths dancing around a flame.

“Is that so?” you stilled his dancing hand with your own.

“Absolutely,” he stood, pulling you up where your hands were joined.  “Come, I’ll show you the rest.”

You allowed the devilish man to lead you to his rooms.  His words proving to be more of a promise than an invitation.  When you arrived, Terzo waved a hand and the lights went low, soft music playing from some hidden speakers.  He was relaxed, sex was not something he was insecure about.

You looked around to find dark, romantic furniture populating the living space, and vibrant plants near the windows that made it feel welcoming, but perhaps a little too staged.  It didn’t tell much of a story about the man behind the title.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, lighting some candles.  The jacket he’d been wearing now delicately hung over a chair.  “Would you like a drink or a snack?  You may need the energy.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you declined, ignoring his last comment.  “So, once a Sister like me finds her way this far into your lair ,” you teased, “what comes next?”

“Easy, I’d tell you how sexy you are,” he looked at you as if he fully meant it, “made in Lillith’s image, and then,” he leaned in, fingertips lightly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “once I knew you felt it-” he broke his sentence with a kiss.  

You expected a more delicate, exploratory kiss; but instead it was hungry and passionate.  All of his movements were like a well-choreographed dance.  While his lips distracted you a hand slid neatly around your back, and the other caressed the side of your face.  It was hard not to just melt into him.  You did return the kiss and place your hands at his waist.  You barely noticed that he was walking you to the bedroom, and when you arrived you found that your dress had been unzipped in the back somewhere along the way.

“Nice moves,” you admitted.

“May I continue?” he asked, poised for the kill.  

You had planned to stop here and try out some non-sexual exercises, but there really was no harm in seeing how closely his skill matched his bravado.  If anything it would give you more context to help him.  You nodded.  “Yes, I think I need the full Terzo experience.”

The smile that spread across his face was that of genuine joy.   His fingertips glided your dress down until it pooled at your feet.  A red lacey set was all that remained as he pushed you onto the bed and leapt on top.  

You giggled as he kissed down your throat and released your breasts from the lace.  Your hands undid his shirt and he shrugged it off.  You took some time exploring each other’s bodies.  You were sure to touch and kiss, looking for any hangups, but the man was an open book.  Hickeys in various stages of fading could be found on his thighs and near his clavicle. He made a cute noise when you played with his nipples, and showed no reluctance at removing the rest of his clothing.  

His dick was smaller than Secondo’s, but still impressive considering his petite frame.  He did not seem to be self-conscious about it in the least, striking a pose for you before diving back in.  This time he headed south.  You threaded your hands through his hair as he put his mouth to work.

Terzo’s POV-

Terzo’s blood was pumping.  Hell yes, I knew I could win therapy.  If Terzo had a wheelhouse, this was it.  In truth he had been the tiniest bit nervous… but he should have known it would be fine.  You were a fun partner, vibrant and responsive, and you tasted divine.  He easily read your cues, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.  When he added his fingers to the mix your legs began to shake.  

“That’s it,” he growled into your cunt, “Let go for me.”

He wasn’t sure if you would try to hold back or not, but it didn’t take long for you to convulse, thighs tightening against his head.  Papa worked you through it, until you were boneless under him.

“Hey, what happened to eye contact?” he teased, climbing up and kissing you.  His hard cock pressed to your hip.

You pinched his nipple and he yelped.  “I told you every session is different,” you wheezed.

He liked that you were playful with him.  “OK, but this one is better,” he shifted his hips so that the head of his cock was nudging your entrance.

“Condom first,” you held him from advancing.

“I swear I’m clean, I just saw the doctor last week,” he rubbed his cock along your slit.  “And I’m a pro at pulling out.”  Maybe not a pro, but it’s not like I’ve ever gotten anyone pregnant .

“Not optional,” you said firmly, and scooted away.

Damn, it was worth a try.   He couldn’t help a disappointed sigh that snuck out of him, but he was quick to retrieve the condom jar.  “Pick one,” he offered.

The jar had a wide variety- flavored, glow-in-the-dark, ribbed, even magnums- you quirked an eyebrow at the gold-wrapped XL’s as you selected a more average one.  

“Eh, those ones are for the ghouls,” he smiled.  “I’ll tell you about it later.”

You helped him with the condom, he was still rock hard and ready to go.  You were a slick mess and he rubbed your juices over the latex before sliding back on top.  

He was more turned on than usual.  He needed to get inside.  “Ready?” he asked. 

You nodded, and he entered carefully.   You moaned and clutched his biceps as he bottomed out.

“Merda,” his eyebrows knitted, from that first thrust it was magical.  Don’t think about how good it feels, you need to last.  Secondo and Copia don’t stand a chance, you have to be the best.  

And Satan almighty your pussy felt amazing, one of the best he’d experienced.  You were tight and wet and so warm.  He kissed you as he filled you again and again.  He turned his mind over to instinct and his body worked as if he were trying to breed you, deep powerful strokes rocking your hips and making the bed creak along with his exertions.

If all therapy was like this he would have started sooner.  You arched your back into him, the two of you fitting together so well.  You grabbed his ass when he reached that sweet spot inside and let out a whorish sound.  “That’s right, sing for me,” he smiled into your hair.  He knew he could do even better and pulled your right leg over his shoulder.  You hissed as it allowed him deeper access, toes curling.  He stayed on rhythm, and it had you right on edge.

As he continued he could feel himself getting closer and turned more attention to your nipples and clit.  “What’s your favorite position?” he whispered, lips leaving small kisses to the shell of your ear.

“Um,” you struggled to find words.  “I- I do like to be on top.”

He gave out a relieved huff.  Thank the dark lord you didn’t say doggy or it’d be over in about two more thrusts.  He spun you both so that he was on his back and you were now on top.  

He watched in awe as your thighs flexed, and he realized he was still in trouble.  You were a diabolically good rider, taking him in controlled movements, hips and cunt flexing in waves that had him fisting the sheets trying to hold on.  A long moan came out of him and you shot him a ‘gotcha’ look.  

You began tracing your clit with your middle finger and Papa’s eyes locked on how beautiful you were.  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck .  Papa was running out of time.  You were breathing faster now and your head fell back in pleasure.

It was a race to the finish that Terzo was desperately trying to lose.  At last you came, and he followed you over, definitely not pulling out.  He came so hard he worried that the condom had exploded, but when he was finally able to withdraw all was well and he tossed it in the bedside bin.

After a moment, Terzo stood and made his way to the shower.  He hadn’t said anything to you, though it was clear that you both had a pleasurable romp.  It was nearly twenty minutes before he emerged and redressed.  You had also found your clothes and were sitting at the edge of the bed.  “Same time next week?” he winked.

“Just because the sex is over doesn’t mean the session is,” you crossed your legs and spun to face him.

“Well, I have to leave, I have another meeting,” he shrugged.  “I told Sister Gina that I’d meet her before confession.”

You started to talk, but disbelief delayed your words until you could manage, “Wait, how many dick appointments do you have per day on average?”

He paused, running a hand through his hair.  “Giving dick or receiving dick?” he smirked.

“Total,” your voice hinted at your annoyance.

“Probably six, but it can be more on a Mass day or if there’s something going on?”

“Six!” you repeated.  “I think I know what we need to work on first.”

Six isn’t that many?   “What?” he asked.

“And do you ever meet with Siblings, individually, without having sex?”

“Well,” he flustered.  “I mean, I can be alone with someone without having sex.  Confession doesn’t always end in sex.”

You rolled your eyes.  “Fine, you are free to go to your appointment.  BUT- no sex until the next time I see you.  Comfort the Siblings another way.”

He stopped at the doorway, in shock at your words.  Another way?!   “They won’t understand.  Plus, isn’t the whole point of this to be good in bed?”

You closed in on him, “The point of this is leaving the person you're with feeling satisfied.  There is more than one type of satisfaction.”

With that he lost his cool for the first time that evening.  “I don’t think you understand, I have a reputation!”

His huffing and puffing didn’t bother you in the least.  “Very sorry, that’s the homework,” you stood to also leave, not actually sounding remorseful.  “No giving, receiving, or self-pleasuring.  I want you focused.  And thanks for telling me about the ghouls, I’ll make sure they tell me if you cheat.”

[princess-of-the-corner]

CC!NextGen

You said Unicorn kid, I HAVE A UNICORN KID, LET ME SHARE HER!!!!

Alice Quinn

Age: 15

Hair: White-Gold

Eyes: Solid Black

Height: 6'9" (at the moment)

Personality: Deadpan, stoic, calm. Seems completely relaxed, aloof, almost ethereal at all times. Actually a foul-mouthed snarker, who likes to play on people’s perception of the unicorn kid as sweet and innocent, so they don’t see the sucker punch coming. Has issues with people who don’t take their health seriously, and will go off if you try to do something while you are injured or sick. Actually great with kids, has a good bedside manner “But you shits rarely ever DESERVE IT, GET BACK IN BED, YOUR FUCKING LEG IS BROKEN!”

Hero Name: Alicorn (note: I know Alicorn now means a winged unicorn, but originally, “alicorn” was the name they gave powdered unicorn horn, the stuff that was supposed to be a miracle cure, get rid of poisons and shit)

Quirk: Unicorn (satyr version) - User has physiology similar to a Unicorn, cloven hoof feet, long tail with a tuft at the end. fingers Have last digit end in a claw, or keratin-like growth similar to a claw (weird note, but look at Alastor’s hands from Hazbin Hotel). Has a single spiral horn in the middle of the forehead. Face and ears are somewhat goat/deer like. Eyes large and solid black, cannot see the pupils, unless she is in a state of high and intense emotion, when the pupils will glow white, pupils are slit like a goats, horizontal. Has very long eyelashes. Body covered in short “fur”, which is longer around the ankles. User may or may not have wings.

User has healing/purification abilities. Horn glows when using these abilities. Purification abilities manifest as a silver cloud of sparkly dust, healing as a golden glow. Healing works by granting energy to cells in the body, encouraging them to heal. User has massive stores of energy with which to heal others, but said stores can be depleted. Purification works more generally, clearing the air or area filled with the silver “dust” of impurities. Can be used to fairly easily get rid of poisons or venoms. Can be used to get rid of viruses or infections, but it would take a lot of training.

Backstory: Ok, so, for me, I made up this whole story about how there’s this group that controls a lot of medical care for Japan in the MHAverse (in Japan, the Tenshi Group, internationally the Abbotts Angels) who are all a family of basically Angel Quirks. They have wings, horns that glow and look like halos, and healing abilities. And there’d be two factions of this family, one which was all about medical research and healing people, while the other was big on capitalism, and made people pay them big money to “heal” all sorts of things, like terminal diseases (which they can’t really do???). And faction two would try to frame it as “What if people take advantage of us?? We’re only thinking of the family!!!” which like, ok, being taken advantage of is a legit concern, but bitch, you are scamming people and charging stupid amounts of money to the poor, You are basically the American Healthcare System. And then this second faction would be all into family lineage and “purity” - like yeah, they’re mutation types, but the RIGHT KIND of mutation types, yeah? So they get real mad when one of their “heirs” or whatever has a fling with a random hero from the USA, the “Jersey Devil”, a guy with a “demonic” Quirk (goat-looking, ram horns, bat wings) and gets pregnant, and has a Unicorn looking kid. Now either A) Momma manages to hide the pregnancy enough, and put the kid up for adoption, or B), has the kid, and the family kind of raise her through proxy by a series of nannies, cause god FORBID anyone find out their line birthed THIS, but also they are pretty sure she’s going to have a healing Quirk, and THAT has to stay in the family.

(Do with this what you will)

I am totally on board with Pony/Kinoko. Koda … hmmmm (actually, I just remembered, Koda has a baby sister.) Ok give Koda a gentle giant husband, a big big man. A teddy bear grizzly. Huge man. Fluffy man. Also doesn’t talk much. He and Shoji are fighting for “Best Hugs”. He and Koda met … third year? Third year UA, he’s a transfer. They have … . give me a minute … 4 kids. They adopted a group of siblings that would have been separated if they didn’t step in. All of their kids are younger than most of the others - like, 4, 6, 7, 9 - so they aren’t at UA.

How’s that sound?

-

Honestly my plan for the unicorn baby was 100% ‘looks like an anthro Lady Amalthea but can and will say ‘fuck’.’

I think I can let you keep that backstory because as much as I love the drama I’m thinking this one’s simple. However that’s still fun because honestly I should swing over to the healer Quirks because YEAH those are highly wanted and it’s a miracle they’re not kidnapped more often.

As for Koda I’m loving the vibes but also again on the like. I feel like this should be hammered out more in the future. But also I /do/ agree that obvs not everyone is gonna meet their future spouse first day of high school so having him meet someone later works for me

[brahkest-fr]

do you have any tips on making fandragons? yours are really good in a way i cant quite quantify

oh why thank you! I love my dumb fandergs so much kldjkldd

I'm not sure if I have tips per se, but I can explain how my thought process works when I do make fandergs so maybe that can be helpful 👀

when it comes to making them, the way I do it is first deciding what breed to make em. I consider what details I want to bring out of the fandom character so for example, I made my Johnny Bravo dragon a pearlcatcher cuz I wanted the dragon to have hair but not so much like a tundra. I also had an outfit in mind (to match Johnny's t shirt and jeans) so that ruled out ancients since you can't dress em and I didn't feel like making a skin lol.

and behold: a man™. when I drew him, I thought it'd be funny to actually match the style of the show so he's all angular and disproportionate. I only included features that I wanted from the pearlcatcher like the horn, ears, and tail and tbh he looks like a rhino lol but I decided stuff like the hair tufts on the face and limbs was too much for my taste.

same thing went for my Samurai Jack dragon. however, this guy's actual dragon sprite is a lot more complex just cuz I felt like making him fancy and giving him armor.

but when I drew him, he's just very much like Jack in the show, including the style. and I'm not saying fandergs have to match the style of whatever, I just think it's a fun nod. you can also notice here I didn't draw the smoke gene on him. that's just a personal decision I wanted to keep only on the sprite, in reference to Japanese ink paintings.

my design philosophy in general is "how would x person look like if they were a dragon." but if it's like an animal/creature fanderg (like for example my bazelgeuse derg from monster hunter) then I just kinda combine both elements together.

so for Tasha here, laced and edged look like chonky scales which for me was close enough to the egg-like scales of bazel and I got a skin for the fire theming. no clothes cuz I didn't wanna cover up the skin so sometimes I don't even dress em up if I prefer seeing their bodies.

when I drew her, you can see the combined bits of both the monster and wildclaw - bazel's wings, the chonk claws, egg scales, facial features - wc tail feathers, the multigaze, feather hair. there's a lot of "use your imagination" in my designs so like, I don't usually take things at immediate face value. so some people might see laced/edged as just flat scales or maybe even feathers but my brain went oh those are fat fuck egg bombs kjldfkldkl.

sometimes my fandergs are just inspired from colors like Baja who's a taco bell fan dragon lol. I saw this hat and was like yeah I can do something with that. another example of a derg I didn't really dress cuz I wanna see the baja blast™ capsule. Baja would prolly be one of the more thematically standard flight rising dergs of my fandom ones cuz she's just a spiral without anything fancy pancy going on like the previous ones.

and sometimes it's just fun to make things kinda funky. for my Jacket fanderg, I was like, what if the chicken mask was literally a part of him and badabing it worked out really well with scales. his other colors are like red and white cuz I wanted a sort of basic bitch rooster color scheme. most of the fandom bits come from the skin I made him so he's a bit more involved on the artsy side of things. the art of him afterwards became a literal interpretation of the sprite.

I have a lot more fandergs of course but that's more or less my thought process on designing them! I don't usually have any sort of standard for designs, it really ends up being how much I feel like putting in and how much do I directly want to interpret from a fandom source. sometimes it's very literal and other times it's like a lil nod or so. tbh, you can really make a fanderg out of anything since what you wanna see is entirely up to you. I personally think it's pretty fun to see how close I can get with just what the site has to offer.

I have two more fandergs I'm actually working on rn and am very excited to share when I get to it hohohehe

[wyvernwyrm]

[Image ID: three pictures with digital drawings of slugcats that represent Yahiko, Konan and Nagato. They are all done on a blank background.

Image 1: A digital drawing of Yahiko as an orange slugcat sitting with his fluffy tail wrapped around him. He resembles a Saint with his dense fur coat, especially around his neck. His ears are tufted and are tilting forward a bit from the weight of the fur. In his paws, he holds a dented fire spear that lost its glow. His expression is brave, his brows frowned. His eyes are differently coloured, one blue and the other is brown. On his forehead, there are three dark orange dots that create a triangle. Next to him there is a small drawing of Yahiko as a slugcat with a sad expression and teary eyes, his ears pointing down. There is a text that says “No karma?” This small doodle resembles a Megamind “no bitches?” meme. 

Image 2: a digital drawing of Konan as a blue slugcat. She is standing with her tail loosely laying on the ground. Her expression is blank. On her back, she has a slug-like growth that goes in a wide stripe along her back to the tip of her tail. The stripe on her back is coloured in different shapes of blue. On her shoulders, there are several fleshy filaments that resemble blue dragon slug’s limbs. She has similar smaller barbs on her front and hind legs, as well as her ear tips. She has dark blue markings on her eyelids and three dot markings above her nose. 

Image 3: a digital drawing of Nagato as a red slugcat. He is laying down in a loose loaf position with his tail beside him. He looks at the viewer. On his back, there are dark red quill-like fleshy barbs. His tail has a dotted line of dark red markings. He also has circle markings of the same colour on his back. On his muzzle, there are few crescent markings of dark red under his eyes, as well as similar marks on his forehead and brows. His front paws have three dark red stripes. He also has dark red markings at the tip of his long ears. /.End ID]

decided to share some designs I have for my very self-indulgent rain world au (I literally crossover things that I like not caring if they match good or not)

for anyone curious - yahiko is saint so he gets differently-coloured eyes and becomes extra fluffy (I wanted to keep him somewhat simple and a bit silly-looking as all saints are), konan is something like an artificer (because, you know, explosives) and her looks were heavily inspired by blue angel slugs! the idea was that her small “wings” help her make those dash explosions that artificer does! and nagato is uhh something of a purpose organism in this au, so he’s not any particular type of slugcat although his design was made with an idea that he mimics cyan lizards (and like... because red-coloured purpose organism slugs lived for many many generations with cyan lizard mimics he’s red and not black... yeah) an yes! he can leap just as cyan lizards do! and even mimic their voices to an extent

I made some drawings with them previously and anyone can find them on this blog but I wanted to redesign them to give them more distinct features and overall appearance

[blizzard-nightlamps]

Oh hay! Can you tell us a bit about your fursona?

hii i ABSOLUTELY can! his full name is ethan burns, and hes a cute raccoon. he barely has any real lore, or personality (aside from some tidbits about his piss), but ive had him as my only sona ever for a good 4 years or so and ive both gotten better at drawing and modified him a decent amount since then (that's part of why he doesn't look much like a raccoon). so this will be more like a mostly comprehensive history of his design and the very small very incremental changes to his appearance since day 1.

anyways! this is proto-ethan from April 2019

i had been tossing around ideas for a fursona for a while in my head but realized i wanted to make him a raccoon after reading an old tumblr post about making fursonas. it's two tone cause i wasn't brave enough to pick out colors at the time, which definitely made him look less raccoonish later on. the ears being light on the inside and dark on the outside probably also contributed to that - real raccoons have a sorta rim of light colored fur around their mostly dark colored ears.

THESE are like the beta and full releases of ethan from may and june 2019 respectively. most of his features were defined back then and all changes going forward are like, extremely minimal. the most prominent changes since proto ethan include the removal of the dark fur running from his forehead to his nose, digitigrade legs (i did change them back to plantigrade legs eventually), and making the side of his face and his chest have big tufts of fur (the arrangement of tufts got standardized pretty quickly because im a bitch about keeping his design consistent. not his color though weeee). here are some discord pfps i had of him back in the day

i experimented with giving him a bigger nose and claws among other very minor revisions - since then, his snout has gotten smaller, his fur tufts have gotten bigger, his ears have gotten SIGNIFICANTLY bigger, and he's taller and less stocky. also worth noting how his oval nose slowly morphed into an actual nose shape over time

i also made a bunch of 3d models of him at different points in time, most of which never got totally finished but these are probably the best representation overall of how his design changed over time (ordered by time of creation, the one with no mouth is the oldest from September 2020)

but yeah i dont have much else to say about his design and how it changed over time. also a lot of it can also just be chalked up to me becoming a better artist so there's that.

oh and as a thank you for scrolling through all these itty bitty details about my fursona, let me elaborate about the piss lore i mentioned at the start 1) he pisses liquid nitrogen. 2) due to having no genitals of his own to piss with, he basically remote-accesses the genitals of others nearby and forces his piss out of there. needless to say the experience is deeply unpleasant for those whose genitals he takes control of

[silversiren1101]

△ Mino, most embarrassing pregnancy moment?

Invasiveness: 6/10

Minovae goes bright red beneath pale greenish scales on her cheeks. She tucks a loose strand of platinum behind her ears and awkwardly scratches at the tuft of feather on the back of her necks as she chuckles.

"Aside from all of it? It wasn't a very graceful pregnancy... As much as we love our dear daughter, we've also emphatically agreed 'never again' if only because going through the experience again might actually kill one of us."

A sigh precedes her explanation. "You see, Jesyll was so... straining... because of my delicate situation. She was born perfectly healthy, but I struggled to make it there myself. Being what I am, I have to maintain a certain amount of both chaotic and lawful energy in balance. Too much of one or the other and it throws me into all sorts of trouble. Jess, being a delightfully adorable ganzi-gnome, means she's a little bundle of chaos... my body wasn't very agreeable to her. The vomiting... the nausea... the appetite issues... low energy and weakness... It was more than just because I was pregnant. I love her very much, we both do, but struggling to carry my own child like that...", she bites at her lip and gives a soft, but weary smile. "That was humiliating. Not to mention how much doubt it gave me if I could actually do it or not... be a Mom."

She takes a moment a think, resting her chin in the palm of her hands as she gazes down into the steam rising from her mug of tea. "The most embarrassing moment though...", she askes herself absentmindedly.

A light thump sounds as her tail strikes the ground. The table rattles slightly, as do the mugs and cups and plates atop it. "Ah, I know! The migraines were especially bad in the last trimester, and you know I'm a stubborn bitch when it comes to bedrest. I was even with every issue I had, insisting on staying on my feet and doing what I still could around the Citadel... tidying up the armory, tending to the gardens, helping the armigers with their studies... It drove Regill crazy with worry, and not to mention the knights in general. Everyone was on edge with me 'on the loose', so to speak."

She smiles sheepishly, clearly a bit guilty looking back in hindsight.

"One of those migraines hit me really bad at an awkward time. It was around four in the afternoon, one of those moments where there's not a lot of active movement about the Citadel halls. The knights are kind of settled in their current tasks until dinner shifts start around that time. I felt it coming on just as I was climbing up the stairs to the third floor--far away from our personal quarters or any place with a lounge or couch or anything to collapse in--and with no one else around. I don't know exactly how long I was curled up in a very round ball in that stairwell, trying not to throw up what little I'd been able to eat so far that day and fighting back tears from the pain. I was cringing at every far off sound, hoping it wasn't someone approaching."

She takes note of how surprised you look upon her saying she didn't want someone to come find her.

"No, I didn't want to be found. I was very sensitive and stubborn at the time... and defensive. Everyone was fighting me constantly on moving around unsupervised as I was, and I knew if Regill found out what'd happened, he'd make good on his promises to confine me forcibly for both my own good and the sake of our child's. He was right, though. You know how bad things were when I had both him and Sosiel teaming up on me about my health and pushing myself too hard."

"Well, anyway. I was found, and by some poor armiger no less. Imagine you're a fresh recruit and you trip over the tail of your Lictor's very pregnant wife, curled up in a dark corner of a stairwell for gods' knows how long... and she's the Exalictor and former Knight Commander on top of that." She laughs dryly. "He ran off before I could beg him not to. Unfortunately more knights found me while he was gone looking for help... it was a big thing. Yaker was the one that retrieved me, and I could tell he was just as mad as he was worried. Scooped me up without saying much--which is impressive because I was not a lightload!--and delivered me right to my extremely furious and concerned husband who had to sit on that rightful anger until the migraine cleared enough that I could actually understand what he was saying."

Your concerned expression makes her gaze lift from where she'd been idly swirling her tea with a spoon as she recounted the tale.

"What did he say? A lot of things I needed to accept, and I really couldn't deny them anymore after that. No no, I wasn't locked away and banished to the bed, don't worry about that. I was however banned from many areas of the Citadel and put on a timetable. If no one saw me within those times it'd raise the alarm and then I really would have been practically jailed. It didn't come to that, of course. I'm stubborn, but only where it's myself involved. I was so determined not to be a burden that I had become the most stressful burden of all to every single knight in Darvhage."

She then smirks and waives off the statement.

"A title which now belongs to our little girl now. Wish I had a better inheritance for her than that, but... she's damn cuter at being a troublesome thorn to look out for than I have ever been, that's for sure."

[lizavet]

Ya know what? I just turned in my dissertation and have a bit of free time, so I decided to give Hero and Partner week a go this year to get myself back in a writing mood! Gonna be using my Pokemon Super Mystery Dungeon team, so here's a quick little intro for them before I post day 1:

Poppy the Treecko (Hero)

Pronouns: She/Her Height: 62cm Defining features: Deep red stomach, hoodie she had someone make with big pockets that her hands almost never leave, permanent resting bitch face.

Personality:

Loves fighting, always eager for an excuse to deck someone in the face

#Anger-Issues

Can and will stab anyone who talks bad about Tuft

Adores puns (Will never admit it)

Desperately wants to see the world

Tries to act cool, fails at every opportunity

Tuft the Fennekin (Partner)

Pronouns: They/Them Height: 47cm Defining features: Even fluffier than normal ear tufts, twigs and leaves constantly sticking out of tail fur, bunch of random little scars from doing dumb stuff trying to look cool

Personality:

Absolute autism creature

Craves adventure like nothing else

“Hey is this annoying you? Is it? Is it? Is it? Is it? How about this? Is this annoying you? Hey hey hey, is this ann-”

Completely unphased by people being upset at them (except for Poppy)

A fair bit selfish, but really does mean well

What’s blinking? Never heard of it.

[dionaeia]

who? @netteliax​

where? somewhere in tanzania

notes: time to come in from the cold dionaeia

Cackles echo on her ears as Dionaeia focuses on the sensation of incredibly soft fur under her fingertips, the hyena resting against her side the only sensation cutting through the buzzing of sensory overload at her new environments. Over a hundred years spent on solitude aside from her captors had not done her any favors, and the few instances of civilization she had found on her desperate escape had been too much to confront on the first few weeks of freedom. Now, a few weeks later, things had become more palatable, but she wasn’t inclined to try her luck with humanity once more. She is a stranger outside her time, a vagabond with nothing to her, not even this life’s name, and she isn’t willing to face the suspicious eyes of the species that had forsaken her any time soon. At least not without proper motivation, and as much as she wanted to get absolutely fucked, alcohol didn’t prove the necessary motivation. Or at least not yet.

Dionaeia is running her hand over the hyena’s long tuft of hair, when a presence she is intimately familiar with enters her field of awareness and a long drawn out sigh escapes her. It seems responsibility has come calling, even though she had kicked that particular bitch to the curve already. Di doesn’t bother too look up until her sister — hers, killed by her hand, blood dripping from her fingers — is close, but once her presence is close enough that they can talk, she tilts her head to the side to eye the formerly-fallen Archdruid.

“If you are here to enact your revenge, go ahead, I will be nice and not even fight back Nett,” Di tells her with a sardonic grin as she nudges the hyena away to give her sister more surface area to aim at, opening her arms as an invitation for a possible attack. “It won’t work for long, though, the reincarnation cycle is still fucking working and all.”

[elegybeatty]

My initial theory was that the new pink haired protag of Pikmin 4 is Alph and Brittany's child. Their hair is Brittany's color and close to the same shape but with a tuft of hair on the front that resembles Alph's, their nose is round like most other characters' but small like Brittany's, and they VERY clearly have Alph's eyes, just with eyelashes. My last and biggest piece of evidence is that this gives them the perfect pun oppurtunity of the name "Abby." Get it? Character A, Character B...A-B...Abby!

This theory, however, does have two glaring holes. The first one is that this new protag has pointed ears, meaning they're more likely to be a Hocotation, not a Koppaite, and the second is that Alph doesn't fuck. Listen, you guys can ship him with whoever you want, go wild, but canon has made it very clear, Alph stacks no paper and gets no bitches.