#YES thank u :3

[ival-eon]

fuck it cherokee miku

i wanna see more indigenous mikus make it happen 🫵

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[lycanlovebites]

✧ bloodlust ✧

I'm starving, darling//Let me put my lips to something//Let me wrap my teeth around the world

[edit: thanks to all the love on this piece (which was just the WIP until now) I finally got the motivation to finish this after two months! Thank you to anyone who enjoys this for giving me the strength to finish this]

[vcrnons]

hey, can y'all watch my grandma real quick?

[comfort-character-central]

Your f/o would never make you feel bad about your intelligence or the way your mind works. Even if you have a hard time understanding or processing, they'll never see you as dumb, stupid, or anything of that sort. They support you completely and the last thing they want is for you to feel insecure about it.

[payasita]

gotta tell you I've kept going back to look at the UPA style drawings over and over today they just make me so happy (especially the thespius and clickclack. obviously. I am a predictable sap) anyway thank you it has been providing me free serotonin all day

AAA TYSM!!

also, HARD AGREE. it like. it Goes

It Goes. bright n colorful toony boys. the aesthetic timelines are close enough

[happyheidi]

[egonkula]

the worst women u know

[cadriox]

Now kiss

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

[hexwhore]

YAY birthday prompts!!! Thank you Bri the Viktor hoes love your writing!!!!! (It’s me I’m the Viktor hoes) May I suggest 131 + 94, please? Maybe Vik eating out reader like they’re his favorite meal and leaving them a blissed out mess 😳 Perhaps slightly on the dom!Vik side even (but like in a really sweet/adoring way) 😳😳

I love mess :)

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x G/N Reader (AFAB), cunnilingus, spitting, touch of overstimulation.

A bead of sweat pearls down your spine. Cloaked in humidity—wet with it, among other things—you breathe deep of mossy, churned earth and running water trapped within the greenhouse. Obscured by a cradle of tall fronds, the metal lip of the retaining wall slips at your nails, fingers flexing against the urge to touch.

But you are not supposed to. 

Viktor kneels, singularly focused. His hands are hard, smooth like coated wires, and cold, warmed by the heat of your thighs pressed open—held wider than fits his narrow face, simply because he can. His long, flaxen-streaked hair unfurls piece by piece from the hasty knot at his nape. He doesn’t seem to notice or care how it hangs in dark clumps, pulled through sweat and slick and an unfathomable amount of his strange spit. It clings between your thighs with an unnatural iridescence, spread like an oil spill from his mouth. Otherwise unchanged, that is still soft and ripe—hungry, though he doesn’t seem to eat much anymore. 

Of course, you are the exception. 

He eats you, firm and fervent, on knees that don’t ache now, with a body that won’t ache later. There is no rush. He can lead you to the edge as many times as he pleases. 

And it does please him, the geometry of your body arching and curling into a golden ratio around his mouth, writhing on his tongue. He smooths it, wide and flat, up the flooded seam of you. Sucks hard at the apex. Pecks a neat little kiss to your clit like he’s sorry for how close it brings you, but he’s not because he does it again. And again. And again until you’ve never felt so sick with need in your life, which is certainly another affliction his touch can cure. Will cure. Eventually. 

His hums become words with the cadence of praise. Your thoughts are so cottony that you can’t ascribe them meaning, whispered against your swollen skin; can’t tell if you’re whimpering please, please, please or merely thinking it. 

Your hand finds its way to your mouth, biting down on a crooked knuckle to quiet yourself just in case. 

At this, he makes a displeased sound and peels back. A dark strand of clinging wetness follows and snaps back against your skin. “There is no need for that,” he coos, dragging his fingers through the mess. “I will not let anyone hear.” His smile is thin as spider’s silk; subtle, knowing. The eerie thread is wholly eclipsed by his adoration. 

When you agree—what other choice do you have?—his fingers clench your shaking legs, ten points of pressure to ground you. He bows his head, watching your face, and spits without any need to look for the trajectory. It slides down your cunt and he nuzzles in after it; sighs at your hips arching to meet each pass of his tongue; pursues your limit and what lies past with sweet, ruthless diligence until your voice—within and without—breaks. 

Your spine wilts one final time, sheltering him between the kiss-bitten plush of your thighs, and he allows it: for you to come with your hands in his hair.

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

I’m like 99% sure that this has been done before but oh well :)

[mblue-art]

You made Killer such a cute little sad boy omg I am screaming. Please hug him or something, or trap him under a content little kitty idk but he needs it.

I love your art, it's so soft, sweet, warm, and cozy. Like marshmallows in warm hot cocoa <3

awe, ur sweet anon, thank u i appreciate this very much <333

belated cuddles from a kibby and his crush!! for the birthday boy! (napping at the coziest corner at ccino's 😎)

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[vakariaan]

♫ it's in his kiss ♫

[khairosclerosis]

💐 love is in bloom

[fatuismooches]

Playable reader but they're the only one who has a second stamina bar when gliding/swimming. When the first bar runs out of stamina, Dottore automatically switches in with a line scolding them for straining themself or light-heartedly teasing them since they need to be carried now that they are tired.

He doesn't switch in when they're sprinting though, I imagine that canonically - not gameplay wise, he's just walking behind them, watching them run around. He's marvelling at how far they've come, going from bed-ridden to jumping everywhere and running circles around him.

As for climbing? There's a small chance of triggering a rare voice-line, so small that the players who found it thought it was part of an event or a side-quest.

Dottore, sighing exasperated: "Get down from there before you exhaust yourself."

Reader, grunting in strain but is still climbing: "Hold on— I think I'm almost there, I have to see what's up here. You'll catch me if I fall!"

Dottore: "And if I don't?"

Reader: "Wha— what do you mean 'if you don't...?!"

Dottore: "..."

Reader: "Dottore? Dottie—? Dot...! You're... you're still down there, right...? I can't look down..."

MY FAVORITE META CUTIE PIE COUPLE. Reader would always try to prove to Dottore that they don't need that much help anymore, which is true... to a certain extent. It's very obvious to Dottore whenever you push yourself, so while he usually prefers to lay back and carefully watch what you do, he'll always jump in when he feels it's necessary.

"Hey, I... I was fine to keep g-going..."

"Stop being foolish and listen to your doctor."

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"Ugh... my back hurts now."

"You poor thing, shall I carry you?"

"No! I'm fine! ...I think."

AGREED!! Dottore (or another segment) is always just a few steps behind you. He's very much content to see you explore the oddities of the world (which are so very normal and boring to him, but interesting to you after being away for so long), mentally taking notes about how much you've changed and any abnormalities in your condition. He'll watch you jump up to pick some fruits for the two of you and skip back to him. He'll watch you tussle with a fishing rod and fight to reel in some fish for dinner. He loves watching you be confident in yourself just as you once were. Of course, if any danger were to appear, then he's in front of you again quicker than one can imagine. (Gameplay-wise, it's much more optimal for the player to use Dottore while running, otherwise, they'll have to deal with Reader complaining quite frequently...)

Climbing is probably the scariest part for Reader, but they can't help but want to challenge it sometimes! It's... not the easiest, but they can do it! Especially when they have Dottore in case of anything!

...Hopefully. You're well aware of Dottore's mean and sarcastic side, even if you're not the target of it the most often. Unfortunately, sometimes he uses it to scare you out of potentially dangerous situations for your body. It's for your own good, I promise.