#and he drew them some pictures

[iizuumi]

Side effects of wearing your Kaiju suit too often ,,,, Part 2

[chiropteracupola]

A May morning.

[pigeonclaw]

some leaders I've somehow never drawn before

[pawfulofwaffles]

Flowr @:]

Wally in @welcomehomeincorrectquotes’s Rainbow Factory AU! Poor little guy

[cakerybakery]

Short and horny Adamsapple harvest day 3 coffee date

“I’m not sold on this idea, Lucifer.” Adam said nervously.

He was upside down, his thighs resting on the side table, hands on the ground to keep most of his weight off his head.

“Keep your back straight and legs too please.” Lucifer tutted and he got Adam into position. “It’ll be worth it. I promise. Pie is hoping you do well as my coaster so they can spend later giving you your reward. Aren’t you Pie?”

The pumpkin based Lucifer clone nodded excitedly, only forming a basic head shape from its blobby body to do so.

The side table had been pushed back so Adam was perfectly between the two arm chairs.

Pie had brought down their fake pumpkin so they could rest in it without worrying about accidentally slipping out of their chair.

Lucifer poured lube between Adam’s exposed ass cheeks and easily pushed into Adam’s, at this point, very well used hole. It was Pie’s second favourite place to be, next to his own pumpkin bed.

Sometimes Lucifer left in the morning for work with Pie already screwing Adam in bed and came home in the evening to find Adam in the front entryway still spread open by Pie and waiting for Lucifer to finish the job. Adam was getting quite good at being at his and Pie’s beck and cum dumpster.

All he and Pie had to do was gently push Adam down between his wings and he bent over and spread his legs without thinking about it. He could go from pissed off to horny, hard, and begging in seconds flat. More than willing to do pretty much anything now.

Which is how Lucifer convinced Adam to be his side table for a while this evening.

He stretched out the muscles easily, snapped his hands clean, and picked up his mug full of not too hot coffee, he didn’t want to burn Adam, and pressed it into Adam like he was a living cupholder.

“There we go. I told you your ass could handle the mug.”

Adam moan.

“How does it feel?”

“Like I’m being teased. I’m spread but not being filled. Like I need more.”

“Oh good.” Lucifer put a straw in his cup so he didn’t have to take the mug out of Adam to drink.

Pie placed a bowl of popcorn on Adam’s thighs then a glass of ice water on Adam’s ass, making Adam squeak and tremble from the cold, and smiled. They lived off water, sunlight, and a lay in the dirt occasionally, but liked popcorn.

Lucifer opened his newspaper and started to read while Pie nibbled slowly on their popcorn and worked on a crossword puzzle.

One day they’d have to teach Pie the read and write. They were colouring in the squares with their crayons.

After about ten minutes and Adam visibly shaking to maintain his posture, Lucifer drank the last of his coffee, moved Pie’s half empty glass of water and nearly done bowl of popcorn to the actual table, folded his newspaper up and slapped Adam’s ass with it.

“Okay. Break time.” He got to his feet and stretched. “We’ll leave the mug in.”

Adam and had to carefully get down and lay on his belly. Pie surged from his pumpkin and onto Adam. Giving him a massage. Adam groaned as Pie’s gelatinous hands kneaded his sore muscles.

“Is Pie doing a good job?” Lucifer asked Adam at his feet.

“Yeah. Feels good.”

“Hmm. Then shall you reward them?”

Adam opened an eye and turned his head to look up at Lucifer. “Not really a question is it?”

“No.”

He just groaned. “Do I have to get up?”

“No.” Lucifer nudged Adam’s jaw with his boot. “Just open up.”

Adam grumbled about it, he always did, but he propped himself up on his forearms and let his mouth go slack.

Pie bubbled happily and took a full form. Then wavered. From Lucifer’s look he changed himself to resemble Adam. They could be twins, except Pie looked jaundiced.

Looked at the size of his own cock between Pie’s legs, Adam groaned. “Why do I let you two do this to me?”

“Because you were created to obey?” Lucifer offered unhelpfully as Adam’s mouth was filled.

He flipped Lucifer the bird as Pie forced his mouth to open wider and to take him deeper. Despite the protests, Adam moaned around the cock in his mouth.

“No teasing you two. Your break is only for another five minutes, Adam. Then back to it.” Lucifer left them to get the pot of coffee from the machine.

Lucifer looked over his shoulder to make sure the other two were still occupied and bend down to reach into the cupboard where they kept the less used appliances. He pulled out an envelope and stuck it in his pocket.

He grabbed the pot and headed back to the living room.

Entering the room he got to watch as Pie fucked Adam’s face. Holding onto Adam by the hair, Pie bubbled excitedly, thrusting wildly into Adam’s mouth.

Adam moaned, his cheeks red, and eyes half rolled back in his head. He humped the ground to try and find some friction for his straining cock.

Finally, just as Lucifer was about to call it, Pie shoved himself fully down Adam’s throat and opened his mouth in a bubbly moan. He slumped down into a happy little gelatinous puddle.

Coughing a bit Adam spit pumpkin juice onto the floor.

Lucifer wrinkled his nose and cast a spell to clean up the spit. “Honestly, Adam. Use a tissue.” He picked Pie up and poured him back into his pumpkin.

They bubbled happily.

“Alright. Back into position. Ten more minutes and you get your reward.” He kissed Adam on the back of the head and helped the fallen angel back onto his hands and head, thighs on the side table.

Once situated, Lucifer poured the lukewarm coffee into the mug still lodged in Adam’s asshole. He opened the paper again and continued where he left off.

Absentmindedly he stirred the metal straw in his mug, making it clink as it tapped the edged. Lucifer moved the bowl back onto the back of Adam’s thighs and snagged a few pieces, being sure to drop a couple onto Adam’s legs.

He ran a finger around the rim of his mug, pressing slightly and listening for Adam’s little whimpers as he tried not to moan as the cup was pressed inside him a little more.

Taking the straw out he let the warm liquid drip onto Adam’s ass. “Oh dear. I’ve made a bit of mess, haven’t I?”

Grabbing a tissue from the box on the real side table, Lucifer paused. He grinned and grabbed the box too. He left it on the bottoms of Adam’s feet, like they were a shelf. Then took the tissue and wiped at the dribbles of coffee.

Picking up Pie’s half empty glass he spilled a bit of the water and ice cubes onto Adam’s ass and thighs. It was really too bad his balls and dick were on the other side of the table top. Lucifer would have loved the chance to drop an ice cube on those heavy balls and watch Adam squirm. But he had to make do with watching Adam try not to move or make a noise as the cold water ran down his back and pooled between his pressed together thighs.

“I’ll need to go get a towel to clean this up.” He walked purposefully slowly to the linen closet. Hummed and hawed over which towel to use before pulling out a rough one. And walked slowly back.

Roughly he cleaned up the water that had trickled into Adam’s hair, then ass, and thighs. He left the ice.

“That’s time, Adam.”

Lucifer pulled the cup out, then cleaned up the ice and removed everything from Adam. He helped Adam get down and Adam laid on the ground groaning.

“I’ll run you a bath and when you’re ready I’ll give you your reward.”

Doing what he said he would, Lucifer ran Adam a nice hot bath before he helped Adam into it before joined him.

Pie bubbled jealously from a bowl on the counter.

“Nothing is stopping you from getting in the tub too.” He reminded Pie.

From his bowl a witches face rose, her mouth silently screaming as her face dropped back into the bowl.

“Pie, sweetie, I promise you, you’re not going to melt.” Lucifer once more tried to convince the creature held together by angelic powers that too much water wasn’t going to kill him.

Adam leaned back into Lucifer’s hands as they massaged him. “Told you we shouldn’t have shown him that movie. I said, “Pie is too sensitive for that shit” and I was right.”

“You hush.” Lucifer swatted Adam’s shoulder before continuing to rub him down. “Even if you don’t want to come in the tub, you can still sit by us. I’ll add the bubbles you like.”

An orange eye peeked out of the bowl and there was a soft bubble.

“You liked bubble baths before we watched that movie. You can still enjoy them if you sit just outside the tub.”

Pie gave a couple foamy bubbles and Lucifer poured some of the scented bubble bath in and turned the water back on. Rolling out of his bowl and splattering on the floor before taking his usual shape as Lucifer’s naked clone and creeping closer.

He popped a couple of the bubbles in the tub and bubbled excitedly.

“See. You don’t need to be jealous.” Lucifer stroked his clones face and leaned out of the tub to kiss him. He swiped his tongue through Pie’s mouth and pie closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss.

They made out and Lucifer moaned as Pie’s tongue touched his back. He kept one eye on Adam who was watching them as he stroked himself under the water.

“I definitely know what I want for my reward.” Adam settled back against the tub along the wall, propping his feet up on the edge next to them.

Lucifer pulled away from Pie but continued to stroke his cheek. “Oh yeah? What did you decide on making us do?”

“Pie is going to fuck you. I want you outside the tub, holding onto it, as he fucks you from behind. Just like he’s done to me for months. And when I’m ready you’re going to suck my cock.”

Lucifer teased Adam, “have you finally gotten tired of being the meat in our split roasts, darling?”

“I don’t have a joke for this. Yes.”

Pie bubbled a laugh and Lucifer joined in.

“I suppose it’s only fair.”

“Damn right. Now get into position, bitch.” Adam continued to stroke himself as Lucifer climbed out of the tub, moved to between Adam feet, used the edge of the tub to support himself, and stuck his ass in the air. “That’s a good boy, look me in the eye as you get fucked by your own cock.”

He could hear Pie move behind him. Felt Pie’s long tongue probe him gently at first until Adam ordered Pie to eat Lucifer out roughly. Pie’s tongue pushed all the way in and Lucifer gasped.

“Yeah. That’s what I want to hear. Make sure you make enough for both of you.”

Pie was a talented shapeshifter that was created for the singulier purpose of having sex with Adam. Adam who regularly bottomed for both of them and who so far had only topped Pie a handful of times when he was in the mood. Lucifer had to be careful not the break the tub as Pie’s tongue enlarged faster than Lucifer was ready for. “OH GOD!”

He was stretched as Pie forced even more of himself into Lucifer. Pie rubbed purposely against his prostate and Lucifer let himself cry out in pleasure.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Adam was a smug bastard. “Tell me how much you like it.”

Pie pulsed and Lucifer came undone. “It’s,” pie kept going and Lucifer started getting hard again, “oh gooood! So goOD!” Pie’s hand fully encompassed Lucifer’s cock and pulsed around it head to balls. It felt like he was continuously entering someone.

“I think he’s ready, Pie. Don’t touch his cock after this unless I say so, okay?”

Fuck! He could feel Pie nodding.

Pie pulled out and Lucifer shivered as a pumpkin juice dripped down his thighs.

He wasn’t empty for long and fuck it was easy to forget how big he was until Pie reminded him.

Adam got up and Lucifer opened his mouth thinking Adam was ready for his blowjob instead, Adam leaned over Lucifer and he could hear Adam moan and the wet noises of Pie and Adam making out as Pie agonizingly slowly thrusted in and out of his ass.

Lucifer was aching for more stimulation and licked the hard cock rubbing against his cheek. It tasted like soap.

A finger hooked his mouth and pulled it away. “Not yet, babe.” Adam chastised. “You tease me all the time, now it’s time for some payback.”

Moaning, Lucifer licked the finger in his mouth. “You love it.”

“True, my degenerate freak. But you stuck a coffee mug in my ass for thirty minutes. You can wait a few minutes for me to enjoy watching you get slowly fucked by your own cock.”

He whined but relented, deciding to just try and enjoy what he was getting to tide him over.

It took what seemed like forever before Adam decided to rinse the bubbles and soap off his cock and told Lucifer to open wide.

Only then did Pie speed up.

It was reminiscent of their first time all together. Pie fucked him down onto Adam’s cock until his snout rested in Adam’s wet pubic curls. Lucifer head bobbing on Adam’s cock only because of the force of Pie’s thrusting. Only, of course, this time he was connector in the A frame instead of Adam.

Doing his best, he wrapped his dexterous tongue around the dick in his mouth and added the extra layer of being jerked off inside of Lucifer’s mouth. He constricted his throat like Adam liked and Adam moaned praise.

“That’s it, babe. Show me how much you love choking on that cock.” Adam kept a rough grip on his hair. “Spread him as much as he can take, Pie.”

The pumpkin cock in his ass got bigger until Lucifer couldn’t possibly contain any more of him. He whimpered around Adam’s dick.

“Yeah?” Adam stroked his face and pulled Lucifer’s head up a bit so he could look at Adam’s face. “Little painful? But oh so good too? Yeah, I know that feeling. Now take it.”

Pie pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back into him. Over and over until he was shaking with the need to cum.

“You get to cum last or not at all. Cause no one is touching your cock, Lucifer. You’re going to be used and once it’s over you can come untouched or not at all.”

Torturous prick.

This was definitely payback for the coffee mug.

Lucifer upped his efforts on Adam’s cock as there was little he could do for Pie who, from the bubbling, sounded like he was in heaven.

It didn’t take long and Adam’s grip tightened, he swore and moaned, “god, your throat is so fucking tight,” as he came.

Adam pulled out and Lucifer took a shuttering breath.

Getting out of the tub, Adam moved behind him. His large hands helped Pie hold Lucifer by the hips and he spoke only to Pie.

“That’s it, sugar pie. Today, Lucifer is just your toy. He doesn’t matter. Fuck him, torture his prostate, keep him on the edge while you get to cum.”

Pie’s bubbling intensified.

Lucifer didn’t think Pie could fuck him so quickly.

There was one loud bubble pop and Pie lost their form, drooping all over him.

His dick throbbed to be released but it wasn’t happening.

“Bastards. The both of you.”

Adam laughed as he gathered up their unusual partner to rest in his bowl.

He was helped up off the floor and sat on the edge of the tub. Adam sat cross legged on the floor and then pulled Lucifer into his lap.

“I’m not really that heartless.” Adam’s cock easily slid inside of Lucifer’s ass. “Just teasing you.” Adam kissed Lucifer as he jerked him off. It only took a few strokes and Lucifer came between them. “I rather like you like this.”

“Yeah? And how’s this?”

“Loose.” Adam kissed him again. “Definitely going to have to fuck you more often. It’s fun, isn’t it?”

Lucifer groaned, “maybe. Today was a special day though.”

Adam nuzzled his neck. “Yeah. I suppose so. Did you enjoy your anniversary present?”

“You made a very lovely cup holder and table, dear.” Lucifer pulled off and winced at his sore backside. “Speaking of presents though. I got you two something.”

He fished in his pocket and pulled out an envelope as Adam got Pie’s bowl.

Handing it over a tired Pie only raised an eye out of his bowl as Adam set him on the ground and then opened the envelope.

“‘To Adam and Pie. I’m not good with gushy stuff. Happy one year anniversary.’ Straight to the point with you, huh?”

Lucifer shrugged. He sucked at cards.

“Fuck yeah. Concert tickets. Guessing that’s for me. And tickets to see a live performance of Pinocchiofor you Pie.”

Pie bubbled happily.

It was hard to tell sometimes but Lucifer always wondered if Pie connected with Pinocchio as they were both an inanimate object brought to life through magic and had their own thoughts and feelings.

Of course it could just be he liked the songs.

“I hope you like them. You two are a little hard to shop for. Pie is a living pumpkin and you’re picky.”

Adam kissed his cheek, “I’d say it’s pretty perfect. How about you, Pie?”

They bubbled happy bubbles.

“Excellent. I knew buying that concert hall would pay off.”

[loveletterworm]

I've been wanting to draw these old ocs i had like 3 years ago for forever now because I still liked their colors a lot, but I kept not coming up with pictures of them that I liked...Well I'll have to settle for this one now. Fun trivia is that I literally never named them this whole time. At this point the fact that they're impossible to refer to at all is kind of just how it is forever.

^ anyway Biting Attack

[tunasama13]

Everyone acting like Hobie and Miles are gonna fight over a girl when there’s so many dumbass teenager stuff they could do together, like for instance, playing this game called, “Try not to get fucking murdered by your angry Spider-Force leader (Miguel) who you just woke up by blasting the loudest goddamn heavy metal song in existence” or eating pizza at like 2am and staring at anyone who looks at them the wrong way

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa: *writes a single throwaway line in one chapter of Lost and Found that is never referenced again*

Me, completely randomly and with no prompting: Alright, bet–

[townofcadence]

[ FOOD ] >:3

Little Shit Starters >:3 [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking

"I think we should try the-- wh--- HEY!" Artair protests, but it is too slow; Butch's mouth sank into the scoop of his ice cream cone, taking a fair chunk out the side. "Butch, You have your own!" His perfectly round orb of vanilla snickerdoodle now had a missing crater with sharp little divots at the edges where his incisors had sank in.

Artair tugs his hat down so it covers Butch's eyes. "You're a little shit." By the time he's recovered, Artair is spitting his tongue at him. "See if I let you on one of the rides with me now."

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 14: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should relax by spending his afternoon shopping ..

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He trots down the mossy cobblestone walkway, gazing around in awe as he approaches the central hub of the small city. Tiny shops and stalls and carts are woven through the few clusters of taller buildings, with a modest crowd bustling back and forth between them. Despite much of the land being cleared for structures and pathways, it's still lush with greenery wherever it can be, every blank stone wall or street corner dotted with trailing vines and flowering fruit trees.

After spending a good 25 minutes trying to orient himself at the city map directory, he finally finds his way onto one of the primary shopping streets, eager to spend the afternoon lazily strolling about, trying to ignore his physical aches and just take in all the sights as he hunts for interesting items....

...A few hours (and multiple snack breaks) later, the streets begin to glow with a hazy warmth as lanterns are lit, marking the nearing sunset. Possibly because of the fight yesterday, he's felt shakier, more easily startled than usual, and suddenly realizes an urgent need to be safely inside his room at the inn before nightfall. He wanted to stay out longer, see the lights and the crowds, fascinating scenes of city nightlife he's never been exposed to before.. but, his nerves are impossible to ignore.

Begrudgingly preparing to slink off towards the inn in a sweaty anxious panic, he stops in the doorway, resolving to at LEAST buy himself ONE nice item before he leaves. He doesn't have much money, sure, but it'd be a shame to simply look around all day and not get anything. All travelers need to collect their souvenirs, right? But.. What should he get?

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Additional Information (feel free to skip this part, it's just extra context for people who are interested lol)

just for record (in case it influences what people think he should buy), this is the adventurer's current inventory contents:

small journal + pencil to document his travels (and a few colored pencils for sketching plants or doodling)

a basic travel guide booklet

a simple map of the area

a small glass lantern case you can put candles in

fire starting materials

basic matches

first aid kid (a few bandages, simple antibacterial balm, some dried herbs that can be used for minor issues like stomach aches or nausea)

one metal cup, one metal bowl/plate thing, one metal fork/spoon, a cooking knife, and one metal pot for cooking over the fire

a basic toiletry bag (toothbrush, herbal mixture toothpaste type thing, bar of soap, one towel, a rag, a few disposable paper napkins, moisturizing oil, hair brush, a tiny cracked mirror)

three bottles of various spice mixes for flavoring the plain/bland food he usually forages on the road (+ plain salt)

a glass jar of berries

a container of plain dried oats

a container of dried beans

half a loaf of stale bread

one carrot he found

a bag of dried fruit

about 15 coins (maybe equivalent to $45 USD in our world money lol)

a basic fishing kit (simple lures, hooks, string)

two containers of canned fish just as a back up in case he ever can't find fresher food for the cat

a cheesy fairytale romance novel about people going on a grand heroic journey, to help give him inspiration to continue on his own travels and be the ultimate Super Cool Adventurer Hero

an old folded up letter from his family

a fabric pouch of cool shiny rocks + other trinkets he's collected

one change of underwear, one change of socks, + winter gloves

foldable saw

some twine/string

a basic sewing kit (2 needles, one spool of thread, a thimble)

lawyer's business card (from boat party)

lawyer's fancy expensive giant scarf (also from party)

1 lunchbox of vegetable dumplings (from Innkeeper)

2 canteens of water

a small dagger for cutting rope, vines, multipurpose anything

a little tin of mint & rose flavored candies for when his mouth gets dry

a box of cubed dried chicken as cat treats

a box of fancy tea

one large rope

a roll of fabrics (one thick blanket for padding when sleeping on the ground, some basic tent fabric to make shelter from, a few spare fabric scraps, 2 cloth napkin/towel things, two cloth sacks for extra carrying capacity if needed)

1 pouch of dried meat

5 candles

Innkeeper's hand-drawn map to her brother's hideout

and of course, the Mysterious Egg in a little wooden box

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[icewindandboringhorror]

Various images of things

[sunny-m00n]

Drawing robots <3

(Ignore the giant space lol-)

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally. (Here is me an year after writing this post, i think, either is amazing, depending on the context. the type of book you're writing, your writing style and preferences!)

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

(edit: once again, hi, it's me. Either is amazing depending on ur writing style. Everything at the end is about taste.)

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more:

gesture that gets me on my knees !!

(more to comeee, check out my hot or kisses prompts on my master list!)

[lynaferns]

(TW: Fish gore and internals)

Colorless, human design and some info under the cut.

So, the mer AU.

Some species of mermaids are known to haunt humans when they are hungry, other species don't. Sirens are known to sing (or scream at the sky, if you want to call it that) when a storm is coming.

Sun is inspired by flying fish, and the tongue by a sea butterfly's mouth. (because of the "wing" fins I would consider him a siren, but a lot of mythological creatures are called sirens so idk). He's clingy and an attention hoarder.

Moon is inspired by abyssal fish, lophiiformes (specifically those with antennas) and black dragon fish. He's pretty chill as long as is well fed. He purposely creeps out others with his antennas, and hates Sun's tongue thing.

And Eclipse is inspired by axolotls and leafy sea dragons. They're pretty pacific but won't hesitate in defending themselves when they can't find a way out. Their tail is strong, they can send you flying across the room.

Here is the human design (my selfinsert, Fern) + outfits and a size chart of them long boys.

In this AU Fern is a student at a marine biology university. They conserve and rescue marine life. Some of the rescued especies being the celestial trio, which were assigned under Ferns care with help from another student.

Some images of the three together in one picture that were supposed to be the header of the post but didn't decide which to chose so I'm putting here my 5 favourites. They don't quite fit well 'cuz I drew them separately.

[caelivir]

shrimply in love | miya atsumu

synopsis. atsumu wholeheartedly prayed that you forgot how you first met, and for a while he believed that you did. that is until he finds the literal token from that day.

pairing. atsumu miya x gn!reader | wc. 2.1k | genres. timeskip!atsumu, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, atsumu is soooo down bad | warnings. (minor?) manga spoilers

notes. outing myself as a hq fan and atsumu lover LOOK AWAY. this was inspired by a tiktok i saw LMFAO 😭. i was up until dawn, on my phone, in the drafts writing this that’s how bad it was. there's something additional to this so stay tuned, and i hope you enjoy.

“tsumu!” you call out from the couch while he’s in the bathroom connected to your shared room. “can you get my wallet? it’s on the bed.”

“sure thing, baby!” he answers back.

“thanks love!” you reply, the petname making him grin in the mirror. it gets him every single time.

after drying off his hands with a towel, atsumu doubles back to the bedroom, your wallet immediately catching his eye. he picks it up, and as he does, something slips out from the crevices.

atsumu picks it up and inspects it. it’s a folded slip of paper. curious, he unfolds it to examine its contents. reading it puts him in shock, and now he’s mildly annoyed with you.

he rushes out of the room, stomping over to you like a little kid. you raise an eyebrow in amusement when he stops in front of the couch.

“baby, what the hell?!” he whines, holding the paper out in front of you for you to read. confused, you lean closer, letting your eyes scan it before laughing out loud. it’s a guest check from the day you first met.

“what?! it’s cute!” you defend with a smile.

“it’s horrifying. do you even know how embarrassing this was for me?” atsumu pouts.

“oh believe me i know.” you giggle.

three years ago.

after a hard won victory, the msby jackals were craving a celebratory meal. meian had suggested a new italian restaurant that had opened by the arena. there was a unanimous agreement among the team, except for sakusa. however, bokuto had managed to convince him to come along with enough pestering.

so there they were, a group of guys well over six foot (with the exception of hinata and inunaki), sharing what’s probably the largest table at the restaurant. it drew tons of attention, and there were even some fans who came up to them for pictures and autographs.

then you came by, ready to take orders, and atsumu knew in that moment he was an absolute goner for you. your beauty was unlike anything he’s ever seen before. you were prettier than those models on the ads he walked by, prettier than the flowers in his mother’s gardens, prettier than sunsets on a beach. and god, your smile. his head went all fuzzy at the sight of it. it melted his insides.

you chuckled at whatever bokuto animatedly said before moving onto atsumu. you looked at him expectantly, eyes shining with so much light that it jumbled the blonde’s brain. shit. what did he want to order?

atsumu’s eyes quickly racked through the menu, and his mouth fired off an order before his brain could process what he was reading. “uh, could i get the shrimps camping?”

a silence befell amongst the table before a collective cackle filled the restaurant. realizing what slipped out of his mouth, atsumu’s face turned red. his cheeks were embarrassingly hot.

mortified. he was absolutely fucking mortified. even that asshole omi-kun found it funny. it didn’t help that you were suppressing a smile at him too. he didn’t even bother with the damage control. there was no point. he’d only embarrass himself further.

with a giggle, you made a note of it on the guest check you were writing up because at least you knew what he was referring to. atsumu buried his face in his hands. see in his head, the setter had come up with a plan to ask for your number, but now he was never even going to walk down this street ever again. his chances? consider them blown.

“alright, alright,” you said after the laughter had died down. you fire off orders to confirm everything, and then you get to atsumu. “and… one shrimps camping.”

“you’re killing me.” atsumu groaned, feeling a new wave of embarrassment now that you were teasing him.

“it’s my job.” you shrugged before walking off with a wink. the blonde felt his heart skip a beat.

“don’t sweat it, atsumu-san!” shoyo clapped his back reassuringly. at least he could leave it to the ginger to always have his back.

it took a minute, but the team had finally moved on from atsumu’s slip up. unfortunately, it was all the setter could think about. god, what if you teased him once you came back with the plates?

luckily for him, it didn’t happen. you just tossed him a knowing grin when you presented him his food. he stared down at those shrimp dancing in the sauce, knowing he’s never ordering fuckass shrimp scampi ever again, and dug in. (it’s the most delicious thing to have graced his tastebuds.)

atsumu, contrary to previous thoughts, did end up coming back to the italian restaurant in the hopes that he could see you. he realized that he wasn’t going to allow one fuck up ruin the chances of having you. atsumu miya is many things. annoying, rude, loud, but a quitter? that’s not one of them.

it was a weekly occurrence, and atsumu would try something different from the menu each time.

“no shrimp scampi?” you would smirk.

“no…” atsumu would sigh, feeling the jab in his bones before handing you his menu. “no shrimp scampi.”

conversations became more casual. he learned more about you like how you were in your final year of university and that your favorite men’s volleyball team was ejp raijin. (he was definitely going to change that.) each week the blonde setter visited you during week made him fall for you even more. all of these little things accumulated until atsumu finally got the balls to ask you out.

“what would you like today, atsumu?” you greeted, that soft angelic grin on your face, and he just knew he had to do it. he couldn’t ever let you go.

“you. me. a date.” he said casually, his eyes dripping with confidence. (interally, he was freaking out).

you tried maintaining your composure but failed so miserably. you couldn’t stop the smile that reached your eyes as soon as you heard those eyes. “i thought you would never ask.” you beamed at him.

chewing on your lower lip, you motioned for him to give you hand, to which he most happily obliged. your touch was a new heaven. so warm and so soft. he wished to be wrapped in it forever.

you held his hand steady as the tip of your pen scribbled on his skin. when atsumu looked down, he realized it to be your number, and his eyes stared at it in awe.

“text me.” you told him before walking off. then you stopped in your tracks, turning yourself back around until you’re back at atsumu’s table. “wait, shit. what do you want to eat?”

oh. he had completely forgotten about that. atsumu picked up the menu and quickly scanned for a fun dish name. “um, just the pizza napoletana and garlic bread.”

“you got it.” you noted it down. followed by, “no shrimp scampi?”

“(y/n), please. i feel like i’m flying right now, and you’re killing my mood.” atsumu’s face fell, feigning fake irritation, but you knew better.

you laughed. “alright, alright. i’ll be back soon.”

“you better be.” the setter scoffed before his face betrayed his true feelings.

and before you knew it, one date became two, then three, then four, and the rest was history, shrimp scampi along with it.

at least, that’s what atsumu thought.

“i thought you completely forgot about it.” atsumu whines.

you laugh, standing up from your place on the couch. “how could i ever forget that? i stopped the jokes because you got all sulky. besides, that’s how my little infatuation with you began.”

once you’re directly in front of him, atsumu places his hands on your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. without even thinking, your hand finds its way to the back of his head, stroking it with affection. “of all things? not my good looks? or my nice arms? ” the blonde murmurs into your skin.

you hum in agreement. “well that came after.” your boyfriend groans, making you roll your eyes.

“i don’t think i ever told you this, but i was having a really rough shift the night the team came in. when you guys were put into my section, i nearly lost it.” you admit. “but then you asked for shrimps camping, and i lightened up, like all of my negative energy just drained out of my body. seeing you all flustered and blushing was so adorable in my eyes.”

your boyfriend pulls back, his face scrunched. “i didn’t realize you were in a foul mood that night.”

“had to fake it. you know how customer service is.” you shrug, a smirk taking over your face soon after. “but you were too busy admiring me to even notice it.”

atsumu grins smugly. he’s not even ashamed. “that i was.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re hopeless.”

the blonde setter hums, leaning in, and you meet him halfway, kissing him gently. atsumu’s arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you’re pressed against his body. you feel his lips twitch into a smile.

you’re the first to pull away, but your boyfriend is unsatisfied with that. he presses his lips to yours once again before you could even get another breath in. it’s a kiss full of affirmations that atsumu can’t voice. you feel it all through him. he’s so greedy when it comes to you, but he’d definitely agree with that statement without any complaint.

to atsumu, kissing you is a new kind of euphoria, one better than any service ace, better than any cool quick that he pulls off with his hitters. kissing you is like falling in love with you again, and it’s single-handedly the best feeling in the entire world.

he pulls away first with a proud smile. he steals a quick peck against your lips, then your nose, and then the rest of your face until you’re drowning in his affection.

you giggle, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “tsumu!”

atsumu sighs contentedly. his large hand cups your cheek. the rough skin of his thumb traces up and down your face. it’s so reassuring and so warm that you can’t help but lean into it.

“i love you, angel. y’know that right?” atsumu stares at you, adoration swimming in his eyes. everyday, he can’t believe that he gets to have you. he can’t believe he gets to come home and you’ll be there waiting for him, ready to hold him in your arms and kiss his knuckles when he tells you about his day.

you adjust your head ever so slightly to kiss his palm. “i know it. you never fail to make it known.”

you’ve come to realize that that’s who he is. your sweet boy, atsumu miya, is so full of love. behind the brashness and the insults, he has so much love in his heart that some days he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“i love you so much, atsumu miya. you are my life.” you whisper, bringing him in for another soul-igniting, cavity-inducing kiss. it’s intense, hotter, but that is just life with atsumu, a blaze of passion and fierceness.

you can feel him melt against you as if this is his first time doing this with you. you can feel him reciprocating your words. you know him so well that you can guess the words that follow. “all for me. my sweet angel. what did i do to deserve you?”

a memory springs to mind, causing you to cut the moment short as much as you’d like to continue. atsumu pouts at the loss of your lips against his. such a kid. still, he looks at you expectantly.

“i have to admit,” you’re kind of excited to see how he’ll react to it. “the entire restaurant knows you as the shrimps camping guy.”

atsumu stiffens against your body, and the horrified look on his face makes you burst out laughing. “you’re lying. (y/n), tell me you’re lying.”

“i’m sorry, my love. it’s true.” you reach out for his hand, but the blonde playfully shrugs it off.

“don’t touch me. how could you do this to me, huh? i thought we were for life!” atsumu turns away from you, shutting his eyes.

you roll your eyes. you should’ve expected this. in situations like these, there is one sentence that will make him forget everything immediately. “if i kiss you, will you forgive me?”

atsumu snaps his head back to you, and his eyes fly open, allowing you to catch the light that sparkles in them as he smiles widely. he’s so beautiful. “really?!” he exclaims but leaves no room for you to respond before he’s crashing your mouths together for the fourth time. you roll your eyes in disbelief but give into him immediately.

atsumu miya is so annoying, but he’s yours, and you wouldn’t give him up for anyone else in the world.

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

logan trying to get you pregnant - MDNI! 18+

this is not proofread at all, i just couldn’t get domestic lumberjack husband logan and a breeding kink out of my head.

SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

You had just finished dinner, the table set nicely for two, when you heard the front door open followed shortly by the familiar sound of your husband's boots being kicked off. A smile subconsciously crept across your face. You had been married to Logan for almost two years now and you still got butterflies around him.

The smell of supper drew him into the kitchen and he found you there, leaning against the kitchen table with your hands crossed over your chest.

"Dinner looks good," Logan drawled. His eyes flicked from the table to you, raking down your body. His lingering gaze made your cheeks heat up. You loved the sight of him right after work, his tousled dark hair and worn flannel the picture of domesticity.

"Yeah? Tried a new recipe," you said with a hint of pride in your voice. He closed the space between the two of you and wrapped you up in his strong arms, your head buried in the soft cotton of his white tank top. The scent of cigar smoke and lumber flooded your nose and you sighed. "How was work?"

"It was good," he said as he planted a kiss on the top of your head. "Thought about you all day." His hands slid down your back and stopped when they met the curve of your ass.

"Logan!," you giggled. He was always hungry for you after work. In fact, he was hungry for you anytime. Before work, during, after. Your breath hitched as he moved his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses below your ear. "Been thinking about making love to you all day princess." A sudden nip at your soft flesh earned a short moan from you, much to Logan's delight. This further encouraged him and he hooked his thumbs in the waist of your jeans, pulling them down.

"What about dinner-"

"Dinner can wait."

In a matter of seconds, Logan had you naked, clearing a spot on the table. Lately, the two of you went at it like animals. You had both talked about having kids and decided you might as well start trying now.

And try, you did.

You were now bent over the table, your thighs already coated from how wet he had you. Behind you, Logan palmed at your ass and took a deep breath in through his nose. He groaned and dug his fingers into your hips as he smelt how fertile you were. "Perfect time for what I'm about to do to you," he grunted as you heard the unbuckling of his belt, followed by the clang of metal on the tile floor.

You wriggled below him impatiently, almost drooling with anticipation. "Please, Lo. Need you now."

His grip on your hips tightened and steadied you. "Patient, sweetheart. I'll give it to you."

A whine left your lips as you felt the swollen head of his cock spread your folds. You rocked your hips back, forcing him in a little further.

"Want it that bad, huh?"

"Fuck, yes Logan," you gasped.

Not able to restrain himself any longer, Logan pushed himself inside of you, stretching your cunt around his thick length. His hips pressed flush against your ass as he bottomed out inside of you. His head fell back with a low groan as he felt his tip make contact with your cervix. "God, this pussy is fucking perfect."

Dinner was now long forgotten.

He drew himself fully back out before sinking back inside of you. You were so horny, another sign that you were at your most fertile time of the month. And Logan knew that.

He gradually picked up his pace behind you and fell into rhythm. It wasn't long before he began losing control of himself, the smell of your heat and your pathetic moans awakening that animalistic urge inside of him. He pounded himself into you, your body rocking against the table with every thrust.

"Oh! Oh, Logan!" Your fingers scratched desperately at the table, trying to find some sort of leverage as he drilled into you from behind. With one hand still gripping your hip to hold you in place, the other settled on top of one of yours, your fingers tangling. You felt his heavy stature above you as his firm stomach pressed against your back. His lips grazed your ear as he coaxed you, his pace unfaltering and unforgiving. But somehow, it was so loving. So passionate.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into this little pussy," he husked. "Gonna get you pregnant."

His words made your stomach turn and heat up. "Please, Logan," you struggled to get out with a loud moan. "Wanna have your baby."

Logan was blinded by his urges. He fucked you harder than he ever had before, his balls slapping angrily against your clit with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck-"

You couldn't even manage to get the words out before you were cumming around his dick, writhing below him. You squirmed as he continued through your orgasm and overstimulation took over your body. He felt you moving and gripped the pillowy skin of your ass to steady you, to prevent you from getting out from under him.

"Gotta fuck my cum into you first doll."

His words made you clench around him and he was a mess of deep groans and gasps. You felt his dick twitch inside of you and you knew he was about to cum. Somehow, his pace quickened and he pushed deeper inside of you.

"Stay still."

His teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck as he came inside of you, the thick, warm ropes of his cum coating your walls white. A low, guttural growl escaped his throat as he fucked his seed inside you, pushing it as deep as he could, determined to leave himself as deep as possible. You shook below him and cried out his name. He slammed into you one final time, most definitely bruising your cervix.

His still-hard cock sat inside of you as he panted, drops of sweat falling on your body and mixing with yours. You went limp below him, a fucked out smile on your face. You were so fucking full of him. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hip and he kissed your temple.

"Think that one'll catch?"