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The meme where it's the dad(?) shot with an arrow in a hospital waiting room.
Ok! So school has been taking all of my time and it took me awhile to figure out what meme you were talking about BUT I finally did it!
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â burning slow
logan howlett x inexperienced!f!reader
rated e - 1.2k
tags: reader is nervous but excited about sex, soft!logan, dual pov, touching, feelings, hint of an innocence kink, oral sex, fingering, PiV
an expansion of this lovely ask, because I couldnât stop thinking about it đ
The exchange is fluid, shifting between you. How you call every shot, his fingers and tongue working you until you cry out. More. Harder. Faster. There, Logan. Please-
Brought back to him in the way you place your pleasure in his hands, wrapped around fingers that crook deep. Wrenching you to a peak that leaves you trembling - his voice a low croon as your cries are muffled into your pillow.
Logan bites back a groan at the shift of your hips. How you grind down almost unconsciously, letting him angle your eager mouth against his. The sound slipping free from his throat when your fingers tighten in his hair.
Itâs not the first time his mouth has met yours.
Stolen moments around the grounds, always leaving him wanting more. Leaving you with eyes half-lidded and lips kiss-swollen, and itâs impossible not to image them elsewhere. Mapping out each and every inch of him.
But itâs the first time heâs had you alone. Entwined fingers as you sneak him into your room - as if you were both students. His back pressed against the headboard as your thighs spread wide to straddle him.
The hitch in your breath, as you feel him beneath you. A thick curve of desire, pressed snug against your core. His own need a low pulse in his guts, a rhythmic lift of his hips to meet the downward rock of your own.
A rough sound that he swallows, as his hand slips up to cup your breast - your soft flesh molding to his broad palm. Thereâs the kick of your heart, rabbiting behind your ribs. Your scent threatening to overwhelm him.
Clinging to you, where it settles between your thighs. Where you meet him meet, a low whine as you grind down just a little harder. He did this to you. He'll do more - if you let him.
Sighing into the soft brush of your tongue against his, his thumb sweeping against the stiff peak. A moan that he swallows - pretty, as it slips from you.
He wants to hear more. Wants you to cry his name so loudly, you won't be able to look at Scott tomorrow.
Something shifts, when his hands dip low. Fingers tracing against skin as they slip beneath your shirt. A thumb hooking around the waistband of your leggings, gently tugging.
His nose twitches, as something about you changes. How you stiffen in his arms, the needy rock of your hips going still.
ââs wrong, baby?â Itâs slips from him, rough and low - his pupils blown wide and dark.
There's a shine to your lips, where his tongue traced them. Pressing together as your eyes drop, teeth sinking into flesh.
âIâm just-â You start, searching for words, âNervous. Havenât done this before. Not that. Iâve done that."
A breath, "Just not like this-â
âI mean, youâre-â, The rest comes out breathless, with the slow sweep of your eyes, âIt's just, a lot."
Your words, how sweet they are - the nervous hunger and curiosity in your expression - shoots straight through him. His jeans tight enough to ache - he has to resist the urge to rut up into you.
A sharply-inhaled breath, as he tries come back to himself.
Fuck.
Your nerves spike, as his eyes close. Worried heâll think youâre silly - that he won't understand - but thatâs only until you hear the noise it pulls from him.
Almost a growl, as his fingers pinch into your skin.
Only a heartbeat passing until he eases you off of him. The rejection stings - leaving you tripping over your words, âI-I donât want to stop, Logan-â
But he only stretches out on your bed. The flex of muscles as he settles. A hand extended towards you, beckoning.
âI know, baby," Loga rasps, "Just gonna take it slow, alright?â
It soothes you, as you fold yourself against him. The careful mapping of fingers, as he matches each piece of clothes that are peeled from you. Letting you set the pace - biting back groans as your touch trails across his skin. Seconds bleeding into minutes, and then more.
You own sounds louder, when his mouth drags from your neck down to your sternum. Tounge tracing the tight peaks of your nipples - your shirt long peeled from you. Equal time spent learning the soft curves, until itâs your hand reaching between you - down to where he presses stiff and hard against your thigh.
Cupping him, feeling the weight against your palm. The heat that rolls of him, his breath a harsh pant against your skin as your fingers skate up his length.
A sharp inhale that hisses past your teeth, when they try to wrap around. A hesitation he can feel.
âI donât-â Youâre not sure how to touch him. Not sure if you can take him - a rough murmur in your ear as he kisses at your throat.
âCant do it wrong,â He croons, âIt was made for you, sweetheart.â
A ragged breath, as you try. His hand curving to fit yours, showing you how to stroke him. A heat flickering in your belly, when he grits out, "Fuck. Just like that, baby."
Logan's hips jerking into your touch. The sound it pulls from him, making your skin prickle with pleasure.
It feels like a triumph.
Youâre soaked through, by the time he finally touches you.
The soft swirl of his fingers, so much thicker than your own. A little rougher than you are with yourself, but it feel right.
Feels good - when first one, and then another - press inside you. Teeth sinking into your your palm to muffle your whines, when he settles between your thighs.
The exchange is fluid, shifting between you. How you call every shot, his fingers and tongue working you until you cry out.
More. Harder. Faster. There, Logan. Please-
Brought back to him in the way you place your pleasure in his hands, wrapped around fingers that crook deep. Wrenching you to a peak that leaves you trembling - his voice a low croon as your cries are muffled into your pillow.
Ones that slip from you, when the ripples of pleassure ease. Smoothing across your thigh as he hovers above you.
âFuckinâ beautiful, you know that?â Itâs rasped out, with the soft curl of a smile.
The slight crease of a frown when you reach for him. Fingers fitting around his hard length, tilting your hips to meet his. A rough, inhaled breath as he protests, even as he leaks against your skin.
âDonât have to, sweetheart.â
âI know,â You sigh, as the velvet length skates across your folds. An urge to feel what else he can give you.
âWant more. Want you.â
He takes it slow.
Lets you feel every inch that notches inside you. His jaw set as he works himself deep. Shallow rolls of his hips until youâre urging him for more - his teeth flashing white in the dim room as his pace picks up, giving you what you need.
You think he must like it - the way you beg, his cock slick with your need - with the way he leans down to kiss you, the age-old wood creaking beneath you with each thrust.
Praise and filth pouring from his lips - how fucking good you feel, how well youâre taking him. How youâre going to come for him again, as those fingers make practiced circles against your clit.
âOne more time on my cock, baby. Come on-â
The nerves ease, until theyâre no more than a memory. That tightly-wound thread burning up with the ember glow of another orgasm. Forgetting everything else, when he looks at you the way he does. The way Logan moans your name as you make him come - a rough grunt as he works himself empty inside you.
That tension sloughing off your skin in the soft afterglow - the weight of him welcome against you as your fingers card through his hair.
Because heâs right.
He was made for you.
thank you again, anon! đ
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would you ever design anymore snails? iâd love to see lizzie and joel :3
Here, have these weird things that I found on the ground:
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Can I request a ghost x curvy fem reader that performs some stealth exhibitionism on her in public?
Here you go, I hope this works for you anon -
NSFW 18+, MDNI
Ghost x Curvy Fem Reader
CW: dub con, stealth exhibitionism, semi public sex, dirty talk.
Title: Tourist Trap
Youâre talking to some other tourists in the drawing room of the stately home when you feel it. Hands settling on your hips and then gliding down over the rounded curve of your stomach. Nothing is visible when you look down. The man and his wife in front of you prattle on, unaware.
âThey say his appetite for sex was monstrous!â The woman titters, " There were rumours that the galas he held were nothing more than orgies in disguise.â
You nod distractedly: the hands are now squeezing at your thighs approvingly and inching them apart.
It does my confidence wonders to be remembered, a voice whispers in your ear with a chuckle.
Then thereâs pressure against your clit over your underwear and you feel it being stroked. Your cunt becomes hot at the attention and when you widen your stance a little to give better access, the pressure moves down and in, breaching your pussy lips and sliding across the wetness it finds there. You feel your cheeks begin to flush.
The couple point out the picture of the previous owner of the manor. You smile and agree he looks devilish, with his high arched nose and deep eyes. All whilst that manâs ghost is teasing his fingers across your folds and sending small shocks of desire through your body.
Take a good look at the spirit that going to fuck you, the ghost says and you feel him slide into your cunt.
You bite your lip, sure the couple must be able to tell something is going on. You wait for them to call you out with disgust in their voices. You're sure they must be able to hear the slick sounds of the ghostâs fingers crooking and scissoring in your tight hole, your underwear pulled aside.
Finally the couple, bored by your short responses, leave. You listen to their footsteps fade as they walk down the hall and huff out a breath youâve been holding.
The pressure withdraws then and you wonder if it's all over, but the touch transfers to your soft breasts and doubles, so both of your nipples are plucked and rolled between ghostly fingers.
Bend over the table. Now, the ghost commands in his velvety voice.
You obey.
The skirt of your dress is yanked up, your head pushed down and hair gripped. When you remove your underwear and tilt up your ass, you hear a deep throaty laugh, from behind you. Desperate for me already? the ghost says.
The way you spread your legs seems to serve as an answer. Your ass is squeezed and you feel the fat blunt head of something press against you and stop after parting your cunt lips. You buck your hips back and feel the intrusion against your hole slide home. A groan spills from your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness, the ghostâs cock snug and seated deep. Encouraged by your reaction, the ghost begins to thrust in and out of you with deep punishing shoves that make the table rattle rhythmically.
You grip the edge of the table and cant your hips up. The change in angle makes the ghostâs cock hit a spot that make your legs shake and as it is hit again and again, your pants become whines.
A hand graps behind your knee, pushing it up to the table and exposing your cunt further. You think about how many tourists must be wandering around the stately home. Anyone could come in and see you, splayed over a table, your pussy stretched wide by an invisible cock, gaping and swollen.
Like a desperate little whore, the voice says.
âYes,â you say, âyes.â
I should hold you down after. On display and ready for anyone to fuck into after Iâm finished with you.
Itâs that image that makes you come: cunt clenching around the ghostâs cock and your muscles tensing as a wave of pleasure washes over you.
The ghost fucks you through and beyond your orgasm: pumping into you fast and ragged now. Your head is tugged back and your hands scrabble to hold you up on the table. Your spine arches. Thereâs a final slam and grind and then coolness spills inside you.
You drop back to the table then, your body limp as an abandoned doll. A hand strokes across your hair.
You'll get up in a minute.
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can you do Midna my beloved please đ„ș
you have such pretty art and are definitely one of my idols :)
u know what. yes i can đ©”
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aww the bee sons that are all mamaâs boys and like her spies đđ i know theyâd go insane if their new hive and their moms hive had a diplomatic visit and they got to see her âčïžđ
Your attendants helped you out of the carriage, buzzing happily. Getting to accompany the queen to a diplomatic visit was an honor, and this time they got to go!
A few guards surrounded you, ready to sacrifice their lives to make sure you would survive any attack. A hive without its queen was destined to fall, and they loved you too dearly to let that happen.
âMy queenâŠâ
Your attendant nuzzled against you, his soft fluff comforting your nervous heart. âDonât be nervous, we have an entire army waiting just a small flight away. You have nothing to worry about.â
But that wasnât what made you nervous. Death or injury wasnât on your mind.
It had been nearly a year since you had last seen your sons that had been married off to this hiveâs queen. She was a bit too possessive of them, knowing they favored you.
Part of you was afraid they may have forgotten you, their mother. After all, a bee hybrid was supposed to be loyal to its queen. Perhaps their hearts were now occupied by and dedicated to this new queenâŠ
But you were wrong.
âMAMA!â
Your guards tightened up around you, buzzing menacingly. âStay back, no one is to get near the queen without permission from her majesty.â
That voiceâŠ
âGuards, stand down.â
They moved aside without hesitation, and you were immediately pulled into the arms of one of your sons. Tears fell down your cheeks, and you held him tight, letting him rub his face all over you in an attempt to cover himself in your comforting scent.
âMama⊠mama, we missed youâŠâ
He sniffled and buried his face into his neck, immediately becoming docile and small. If he stood at full height heâd tower over you, but your son wanted to be babied by his mama, to be held and comforted.
He was still your baby, even if he was all grown up.
Your son led you to the others, and they formed a happy cuddle pile with you, all buzzing and purring as they napped with their mama.
The other queen was beyond pissed, but stayed quiet and let the meeting happen even as your sons clung to you, not paying her any attention.
This would cause drama in the future, you were sure of it, but your babies would always come firstâŠ
Part 2?
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aemond - prompt 1
Prompt list - 1. Breeding kink
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âUp! Up!â
âUp! Up!â
âHeheâŠyouâre both too big now for me to carry the both of you on my hip like before. Why donât we flip a coin then? Heads Jaehaerys you can go first, and tails means Jaehaera can go. Sound like a fun game?â
Aemond watched from the table with his family as his wife made a deal with his niece & nephew. Completely fair. Void of favoritism. He remembers no such favors from his own childhood.
His wife was wonderful with the children. As one of the few Helaena let near them in recent months, due to some new fear she had concocted in her mind, Jaehaera & Jaehaerys clung to her like shadows. Even Maelor, still at his motherâs breast, would swing his fat little arms in his wifeâs direction every time she passed. And she never missed an opportunity to give him attention or affection whenever he, or any of the children, clamored for her.
âEverything alright Aemond?â
His trance was broken by her words when she returned to him. Whatever deal or game they had struck over now as a nurse came to put the children to bed. Aemond nodded. Dreams of his own silver-haired babes following her around, tugging at her skirts, in need of constant attention from that sweet face drift out of his mind like dragonâs wings on the horizon. âYes. I am fine. Let us retire for the evening as well.â
The sun would be up soon. He couldnât see it from the window, but just felt it in his soul. That time of night that was more the wee hours of the morning. Where the darkness would finally break to the light.
They havenât slept at all. Rested, but not slept. Sleep seemed immaterial in comparison to the need to fill her again & again. Sleep, water, food, air. All of it seemed trivial as he was a man possessed with possessing her.
âAemondâŠ.pleaseâŠ.no moreâŠ.â
âJust once more.â
His wife whined as his cock still inside her slid back and into her again. One bout giving way to another with truly no rest in between this time.
He was consumed with making his dream a reality. Fill her with so much of him that his child would have no choice but to take root in her belly. They could have a babe come spring. Or a sweet summer child with his pale violet eyes and his motherâs gentle disposition. Aemond thrust harder into her, as if driving the idea home with his cock, making his wife cry out. âAh! Aemond! Oh Gods!â
She wouldnât have to take care of Aegonâs children anymore. She would have her own babes to keep her busy. They would be strong and perfect. In constant need of their mother like he was. Maybe she would give him twins like Helaena gave his brother? If his fragile sister could do it, surely his wife could do it too. Judging by the cum spilling out of her onto the already soiled sheets, Aemond had given her more than enough opportunity.
âAemondâŠ.AemondâŠ.â
She couldnât say much more than his name now and moan. Good. There shouldnât be any thought of others or anything but the two of them as they made their child.
He looked down at the woman who was going to give him his future and found a blank slate there. Broken with pleasure. Those intelligent, bright eyes black and hazy with lust. Disheveled to the point of madness by his own mad need to put a babe inside her.
He leaned down to kiss her rough, swollen lips and swallowed a whine from his princess. He felt her breath quicken against his lips and her walls quake around him. Her overstimulated body climaxing with even the most minor addition of stimuli between them at this point.
Aemond came just short after that. One final push. Spilling his seed just as deep as the rest before he finally, eventually, let his wife go.
He fell to the other side of the bed, listening to her gasp for breath beside him, before he got up and went to retrieve a rag for the two of them. His wife hiccupped out a gasp when the cool material touched her feverous skin. Her whole-body twitching as it was still too overstimulated to determine how the touch was intended. Aemond cleaned her body starting with her arms. Moving down to her breasts, imagining them larger and fuller in just 4 moons time, then down to her belly that would do just the same. She whined when he gently wiped at her overly sensitive cunt. Red and swollen. His seed still glistening in the folds. He doesnât want to get rid of it but knows she would be uncomfortable sleeping like that. Aemond had already made her uncomfortable enough for one evening.
He cleaned himself off with much less care and crawled back into bed beside his wife. She willingly came to him when he pulled her in his arms. Or perhaps she was too exhausted to think and just went along with him. Her body still twitching now & then, even in her sleep, from the frenzy he just put her through.
He kissed her head, then covered them with whatever clean blanket he could find.
Come spring they would have a child of their own. A silver haired paragon, who would take Vhagar after he was gone and be his legacy for when his bones became ash. After that, they would work on another. Then another. Then another. His branch would flourish as much as his great-grandfather, and they would build their family to the point that they did not need any others but their own.
He almost felt bad for Jaehaera & Jaehaerys. Soon they would not have their wonderful aunt to dote on them. But his children, and his family, would be what came first.
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What are your thoughts on pervy / loser soobin đ€ hehe also i lovveee love loveeee what you writeee!!! Like genuinely love it so much !! :3
pervy loser soobin
loser perv soobin! who has a stash of your panties. he steals a pair after each visit to your house. his bottom drawer is full of them. you know he does it, he isnât the best at hiding the lacy material in his pockets.
loser perv soobin! who leans over your shoulder to help you answer questions. his chest against your back, breath on your neck. his gaze down your shirt, getting the clearest view of your breasts.
loser perv soobin! who has to excuse himself from lecture after you bent over to get your pencil. once he caught sight of your panties he was rock hard. the professor didnât question his long absence, i mean he is a prized student.
loser perv soobin! who cums in his pants just from your touch. âchoi soobin youâre such a loser,â you grinned. he bucked his hips, the wet spot large on his sweatpants. âd-donât tease,â he whined.
loser perv soobin! who gets jealous of your friends. theyâre his friends too but yeonjunâs experienced. taehyun had you once, it made your boy insecure. you only had eyes for him though.
loser perv soobin! who follows you around the mall holding your bags. heâs also finding a big enough changing room to join you in. you needed his opinion on the new lingerie set.
loser perv soobin! who practically cries when you finally let him hit it raw. he grunted and slammed into you, his big teary eyes looking to you. âgo ahead baby,â with your permission and a final whine he released into you.
loser perv soobin! who keeps the panties from the first creampie he gave you, like a damn trophy.
đïž: thinking of requesting? read my guidelines.
authorâs note: soobin pantie stealer confirmed.. hope you enjoyed tysm for requesting anon ⥠!!
love, echo âïžâ
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getting shy and covering your face while lando puts you in missionary, but he just LAUGHS AT YOU and peels your hands away, claiming that he wants to see your beautiful face when heâs fucking you
the first thing you ever noticed about lando norris was how beautiful his eyes were. the second thing you noticed about him was how intense those eyes were when theyâre looking directly at you.
you thought it was hard enough to be on the receiving end of his unrelenting eye contact when you were simply having a conversation, but then you truly learn how hard it is when you sleep with him.
the both of you are certainly experimental, but lando loves nothing more than putting in all the work in order to make you feel good, so missionary is his go-to position, surprising as that may be. and you have yet to be fully okay with the way he stares at you like you hung the moon and the stars while heâs fucking you. not that you donât like itâ youâre just shy, and those gorgeous eyes of his can be overwhelming. lando thinks itâs funny that you still try to hide.
itâs gotten to the point where he canât contain his laughter, bordering on condescension, every time you try to hide from his gaze when he has your back on the mattress, hips grinding against yours and eyes mapping every inch of your face like itâs the first time heâs looking at you. you still have the audacity to cover your face, and he wonât have it.
âi donât think so, pretty,â heâll laugh, wrapping one large hand around both of your wrists and lifting your hands from your face to above your head. âif you wanna come tonight, you have to look at me.â
you whine in response, face heating up both from his words and overwhelm at how heâs looking at you.
âneed to see your beautiful face,â he continues, movements picking up to a faster pace. âno hiding, yeah?â
at this, youâll make a feeble attempt to free your wrists from his grasp. to no avail, of course. heâll just laugh more, leaning down to kiss you, and if you donât open your eyes when he pulls away, then heâll stop everything heâs doing and wait until he gets his way.
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Can you draw Lizzie Hearts plz?
simplifying ever after high designs is like trying to untangle wired earbuds because i donât know where anything goes or connects but YAY i got to draw lizzie :D
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idk if youâre taking any requests and if you arenât feel free to ignore this lol
but if you are would you write reader smothering Logan in kisses after she put on red lipstick leaving him covered in red kiss marks (maybe he has somewhere to be so he wipes them off but doesnât realize he missed one till he gets called out on it)
ohh anon I love this!! đđ I canât imagine him being like âalright, alreadyâ but secretly like đ„° on the inside (and ahh the thought of âreluctantlyâ letting you leave a little kiss mark on him when youâre all going out because he heals too fast to leave a hickey!)
â your kiss is on my list
logan howlett x f!reader | 400 words
Heâs good at pretending.
You catch him coming back from work just as youâre heading out. Tucked away in the stairway as you giggle, finding a hidden corner as you press your mouth against his.
No more than a stolen moment. Hands fisted in your jacket as you pepper kisses against his chin, the scruff of his facial hair. The side of his neck, just below the ear.
âCareful, sweetheart,â He coaxes, âYou look gorgeous, donât wanna mess up that lipstick of yours.â
Though he wants nothing more than to pull you closer. To whisk you away back upstairs - but he knows youâve been talking about your night out with the girls all week.
And maybe heâs not ready to share you yet.
When you pull back youâre smiling, âMm, I wouldnât mind that. You coming over tonight?â
His hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing under your lip to fix the slight smear, âWas already planning on it.â
Itâs another minute before youâre through kissing him goodbye. His fingers lingering on his lips, as you disappear down the stairs.
If it was later, he wouldnât mind getting a little marked up. Something that would stay against his skin, lingering until morning. Scattered across his chest, his stomach. A pretty red ring around his-
A sharp breath, as he clears his head. If he doesnât get it together heâll be tempted to go after you, and end your night a little early.
His hand scrubs across his mouth, wiping away the trace of you. The heel of his palm scraping across chin and jaw as he opens the apartment door.
Wadeâs eyes flick his way as he enters, before heâs grinning in a way that makes his scowl deepen. Legs swinging as he jumps off the couch - coming over to brace himself on the counter, while Logan ducks down to peer in the fridge.
âOh my god, you little liar. I knew you were hiding something from me, youâve been way too chipper lately.â His roommate chirps, âWhen you bringing her over?â
âWho?â Logan barks defensively, tugging a beer free.
âOh, I dunno,â Wade drawls - reaching out to poke a spot on his neck, âWhoever gave you that little masterpiece right there.â
Logan smacks his hand away with a growl. Fingers rubbing at his skin, seeing how they come back red. He sighs.
Fuck.
thank you again, anon! đ hope you liked this!
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hii i saw you were doing some requests and it's ok if your only doing old ones and you don't wanna do it but i'd love too see some fiddauthor cuddles?? maybe college time :3
thank you :D i enjoy your art!!!
here are some normal college guys. no way in remotely codependent at all
#I got about 4 asks asking for the same thing recently so I figured I'd answer at least one of them :p#scribbles#gravity falls#ford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#requests#sorry ibknow they're not technically cuddling in either of these
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We simply must have more Orion x D-16
THERE i gave you a big serving of dpax bc so many people wanted it. im obsessed with them. they drive me insane.
#my art#transformers#tf one#tfo#archie answers#my requests#d16#dpax#orion pax#megop#megatron#optimus prime#/nsfw#/nsft#valveplug
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sorry if this is asking too much but can you please tw/cw for france/french people?
... Anon this is a Les Misérables blog?
#sean answers#anon are you ok???? i'm not one to question tw/cw requests but???? FRENCH PEOPLE?#seanposting#les mis#les miserables
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What does bee hybrid dick look like? Any bumps, ridges, curves, etc? What color? Are they warm or cool?
Lots of love <3
Bee hybrid cocks are pretty different depending on the types of work the bees do.
Drones: their main purpose is to mate with the queen and fill her with eggs, so their cocks are long and thick, a dark pink in color and they have a kind of slimy texture that keeps the queen lubricated so the eggs can be inserted easily.
They curve upwards, and always hit the perfect spot! At the tip thereâs a hole the size of a quarter, and it stretches to release the eggs that can range from the size of a chicken egg to a baseball. Some can even be as big as a softball, but those are very rare!
The drones are usually more built and tall, but can come in all shapes and sizes. Theyâre kept healthy and are examined regularly to make sure that they will produce healthy eggs!
Workers: their main purpose is to work, but they still mate with the queen! Their cocks are long and thin, a soft pink in color and theyâre made to pleasure the queen more than impregnate her.
Though they still can produce eggs, theirâs are usually smaller, like chicken sized eggs. In some hives they donât get to mate with the queen, then the workers slowly evolve to not produce eggs anymore. But you mate with all of your hive, creating a diverse gene pool and lots of baby bees!
The worker bees are on the shorter side, but again their appearance can vary depending on what job they do.
Others: some bee hybrids are incapable of laying eggs, so their cocks are only meant for the queenâs pleasure. They vary in size and length, some having bumps and ridges. Theyâre usually identifiable from birth, since they donât have the same egg hole the other bees have, and are thus separated.
Some are given special honey to make their cocks different shapes and sizes, with the queenâs preferences in mind. They usually are very spoiled and prissy little things since they take pride in being used as the queenâs personal dildos. Theyâre usually smaller and more feminine as well :3
They are free use for you alone, and you could be in the middle of a meeting and bouncing on their cocks and no one will bat an eye because their queen deserves to feel good at all times!
#bee hybrid lore#bee hybrid smut#bee hybrid x reader#bee hybrid#monster fucker#monster lover#monster fudger#monster boyfriend#monster fic#chubby!reader#chubby reader#x reader#fem reader#female reader#insect monster#monster smut#monster fucking#monster boy oc#monster bf#frankensteinâs monster#cw oviposition#teratophillia#terat0philliac#teraphilia#terato#exophelia#fat reader#ask answered#anon ask#requests open
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Can I humbly ask for Darcy in doodle request?
miss darcy fields of mistria for you đ€Čđ§
#answers#anon#my art#fields of mistria#fields of mistria fanart#fom darcy#MK/RET#TYSM FOR REQUESTING HER I LOVE HER SO SO SO MUCH#i try to gift her every single saturday<3#art#artists on tumblr
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