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Little doodle dump + some random rambles. Sorry for the massive censoring, buuuut you can always see them on my Furaffinity
#mythical lovers#monster lover#monster boyfriend#monster x human#monster romance#monster fuqqer#satyr#faun#satyr boyfriend#lemon#monster girlfriend#monster girl#citrus scale lemon#sketch#doodle dump#fantasy#fantasy art#oc#original character#heidi oc#nsft#crino oc#promachos oc#sakis oc#heidi art
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Modern fanfic writers: Spicy 🥵 Fic!
Me, who’s been in fandom since the 90s:
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Billie Eilish x Reader
Warnings: Lemon, afab reader, fem reader, pet names pussydrunk Billie, oral, overstimulation, squirting.
Dom!Billie who loves walking up before you so she can pepper your pretty face with kisses as she rubs your sides.
Dom!Billie who loves waking you up with breakfast in bed because her princess deserves nothing but the best.
Dom!Billie who takes you out with her all the time to spoil you and get you your favorite fast food.
Dom!Billie who lays on your lap as she comes up with song ideas, bouncing ideas off you and saying things like "oh that's a good one, pretty girl" or "my girl is so smart" everytime you come up with a good idea.
Dom!Billie who'll eat you out for hours, completely pussydrunk off your taste even after you've orgasmed multiple times because you just taste so fucking good sweet girl.
Dom!Billie who keeps her hands firm on your quivering thighs, praising you through another orgasm even as you cry and tell her it's too much.
- "I can't... I can't Bills. S'too much! Too much! Ah!" You sob out, tears rolling down your pretty cheeks while she keeps her grip on your thighs firm, forcing your legs apart as she swirls her tongue expertly around your clit. "Just one more, sweet girl. Come on, please? Wanna taste you again, pretty." She all put purrs out, pleading with you to cum again.
Dom!Billie who all but moans when you squirt in her mouth, greedily lapping up your sweet nectar, even as you blush in embarrassment.
- "So fucking messy." She purrs out after she lapped up all your juices, causing you to blush more. "Shut up..." You all but grumble out and she can only laugh that sweet laugh that rumbles her chest as she kisses your inner thighs. "Sorry baby. You know I can't help myself."
Casually tagging @naturesapphic to see my first Billie fic........ fooooooooor no particular reason. 👀👀👀
#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish#billie eilish x you#billie eilish x y/n#billie eilish x female reader#sapphic writing#real person fanfic#real person shipping#real person fiction#selfshipper#self shipping#self ship#parasocial other#parasocial relationships#parasocial behavior#wriblr#sapphic smut#lesbian smut#sapphic#lesbian#billie eilish smut#citrus scale#lemon
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Started out as an elaborate “draw me like one of your French girls” joke and spiraled outta control from there... @lu-dao-writes posted the same scenario in their Kinktober 2024 and they were kind enough to give me their blessing to post my take! Please check out their fics as well! If this scenario in particular interests you, I rec you this post! :3
Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!
18+ Content MDNI || VERE x AIS x Reader
PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Vere, Dacryphilia (Tears)* + Cockwarming + Size Difference + Consensual Voyeurism. Power Play. (Some feral monsterfucking spice sprinkled v lightly on top.) [*original challenge prompt, randomizer used.]
OTHER INFO: “You” pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia for both POV Character and Vere but Ais has a dick. Reader is the receiving partner in penetrative sex.
“Hmm, hold that pose,” Vere purrs.
Ais huffs a hot breath into your face as he freezes above you. His brows furrow, mouth twisting into a determined grimace as he grits his teeth. His forearms tense hard where they are resting on either side of you, fingers flexing against the silken sheets.
You can feel him pulsing inside of you. A hot, insistent ache.
You try to relax, try to breathe through it but the lack of movement makes you hyper aware of every inch, the raw feeling of him stretching you open, the way your body twitches so sickly-sweet with the effort. You inhale a slow, shaking breath, chest trembling, and shut your eyes in an attempt to block out some of the sensations—the clawing need gnawing at your core.
“Eyes open, darling,” Vere corrects you, tone somewhere firmly between scolding and teasing. “And turn your face back towards Ais. I’m trying to capture the moment .” Your heart is pounding in your ears but you can hear Vere’s smooth, sly voice with perfect clarity. Ais is an overwhelming force but Vere is a magnetic presence; no matter how caught up in each other you and Ais can get, Vere will always command attention without effort.
You turn your chin as requested, only to be caught in Ais’ gaze
(Caught and breathless–the same way you were when he was bullying his thick length into your hole, thrusting sharply and sighing in satisfaction, his fingers still at work massaging and pressing and stroking as he sunk into you inch by inch; he'd prepared you until your entrance was puffy and swollen, sopping with thick, medicinal smelling lube and he still had to take his time. Fucking you slowly until you could take all of him. And then, the moment you finally could...)
“Hmm, that's better. Stay just like that. Let me see those pretty expressions.” You hear Vere adjusting his heavy vellum paper. The glide of quick, clever lines being drawn.
You maintain eye contact with Ais, drunk off his breath, his body, the very essence of him, hovering so close above you, and are utterly unprepared to meet his intensity. The way he looks at you like he’s seconds from devouring you, barely held in check by the challenge that Vere has laid before him. Before both of you.
You bite into your lower lip as you shift involuntarily, oversensitive nerves still riding the throbbing of Ais’ dick. He’s so fucking thick and girthy that he presses at the soft spot inside you without even trying. The angry pulse of him is a gratifying thrum, stoking your aching heat by way of mere burgeoning contact.
His cock gives another strong twitch and your insides clench around him. He feels so fucking good–you almost think you might be able to come like this, if you can get your body to keep on clenching like that.
—Almost.
Your next breath comes out as a sob. There’s a high pitched whine building at the base of your throat and your lashes are wet when you blink.
A monstrous snarl escapes Ais’ lips, one that you can feel even more than you can hear, the vibration of it echoing through your body everywhere you're pressed against him. The pinnacle between your thighs pulses with it, and your toes curl involuntarily as an errant tear runs down your cheek. Ais is shaking, sweat dampening his face, his pupils expanding and contracting rapidly, his eyes locked on you as he barely holds himself back. “Sparrow,” he says, gravel in his tone.
You say his name in return, your head tipping involuntarily, bearing the softness of your throat, faded marks from both your lovers decorating your skin. You hear the sheets rip below you, torn into shreds where Ais’ nails have dug into them.
Vere sighs pointedly. You hear him stop his work, tap his charcoal against the paper as if he’s not entirely satisfied with the scene in front of him. He pauses for a long time, leaving you both in limbo.
When he moves, it’s to stand. To saunter over to you both. You’re pinned beneath Ais, unable to look away, but you can feel Vere’s shadow fall over you just before his hand touches your face, forcing your eyes to his as he catches a crystalline tear with his index finger.
“Shame,” he says, dipping his fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up the taste of your tears, lavishing the digits with his tongue. You whine out a desperate, quiet note just from watching his tongue at work and he basks knowingly in the attention. “I really thought I could get you both crying.” He smiles dangerously once his fingers have left his mouth.
He uses them to drag a wet path down Ais' spine. “Oh, but the night is still young. Perhaps I may still think of something that will do the trick...”
18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦"Kinktober Speedrun & Other Gratuitous (TOUCHSTARVED) Smut" on Ao3
#kinktober 2024#citrus fiending tag#18+ MDNI#see above tags for the tags you'll wanna blacklist if u don't wanna see this stuff <3#something real nasty for those who partake <3#vere x ais x reader#touchstarved fanfic#touchstarved x reader#touchstarved lemon#return of the citrus scale; my old friend#ais x reader#i'm just gonna tag ais x reader bc i think if i was looking specifically for vere...would this fill the need...? hmm. thoughts??#ANYWAYS I AM BACK POSTING MY WRITING i took an unexpected break to recoup some energy but i have some stuff to share just had 0 Willpower#i have to sleep now or will get sick again lol but more...tomorrow...ask box time yayay
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need a new bl show to watch but unsure of how spicy it is? someone made a spicy index list
🌶️ - Bell pepper - longing glances, maybe a caress and pinky touch, solid hugs, no kisses (Cherry Magic)
🌶️🌶️ - Jalapeño popper - 1 or 2 kisses, closed mouth or hidden behind camera angles, full of cheesy emotions but not sexual (Mr. Unlucky has No Choice but to Kiss)
🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Sriracha - at least 1 decent kiss, actual makeout with or without tongue, but clothes stay on (Bad Buddy, Semantic Error)
🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Birds eye chili - multiple solid kisses and some clothes come off, but cuts away before any pants come off and hands generally stay above the waist, it's implied that they have sex but we only see the very start of the encounter (609 Bedtime Story, Between Us, Until We Meet Again)
🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Specialty hot sauce - all or most clothes come off at least once, full on simulated sex happens though it can be masked with sultry background music and may or may not include an implication of climax (Ghost Host Ghost House, Cutie Pie, Long Time No See)
🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Carolina reaper - full nudity at some point, though junk may be cleverly hid with angles and conveniently placed furniture, these boys fuckin and there ain't no ambiguity about it, sexy sounds at full volume rather than replaced by music or voiceover (Kinnporsche, Love in the Air)
🌶️☠️ - Pepper spray - there's full on sex and/or nudity but it's not pleasant or intended to be sexy, can apply to graphic SA scenes or just the marketing campaign for Dangerous Drugs Of Sex
(the show list isn't fully comprehensive yet but a great start)
#thai bl#bl series#kdrama#jdrama#cherry magic#kinnporsche#mr unlucky has no choice but to kiss#609 bedtime story#between us#until we meet again#ghost host ghost house#cutie pie the series#long time no see#love in the air#lita#bad buddy#yes this is basically the citrus/lemon scale
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here's some long-awaited tony food for your thots
(im serious this is 100% PWP done in like, *check watch* 6-8 hrs or so in one sitting- it's all over the place, fam)
let me know immediately if any of you want me to community label this, if that makes you more comfortable. if you want another installment (it will have actual plot i promise) just let me know. None of the used images here are mine, they belong to their respective owners, I only own my garbage writing.
Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Experienced!Unfaithful!Reader x Jealous!Yandere!Tony Stark- Repression and Suppression
and here are some messy A03-esque tags for your reading pleasure (srsly read these before continuing or you void your reading warranty):
(Lime, Lemon, G-rape, Cheating, Physical Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Affair, Noncon, Dubcon, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral, Vaginal, MxF, PWP, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Third Wheel Tony Stark, Sexual Deviant Tony Stark, Manipulation, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Teasing, Gaslighting, Sexual Coercion, Power Play? Beard Burn, The run of shame?, Lust used as a manipulation tool, Tony blatantly misunderstands words, The horny ruins lives, Reader’s never cheated in her life ong she just misses sex, Tony is all kinds of wrong here, OOC Tony Stark, His dialogue is probably OOC sorry about that, No descriptors besides gender have fun)
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You don’t know how this happened.
…
Okay, you do know how this happened. You and Tony stumbled upon the same floor in an otherwise empty Tower and you both plopped on the same couch shooting the shit. No paperwork for you to do and no big baddie causing a commotion in New York for the Iron Man to stop. And you may have overshared a tad about the feelings you’ve been having at his prompting about your relationship status, but hey, that’s normal, even for sober people. Everyone needs to vent every once in a while. Or overshare, or both.
What you didn’t expect, however, was your totally innocent sex conversation with Tony to turn into dirty talk. Which, alright- fair, this was Tony you were talking to, so probably not your best moment.
“It’s not like he’ll find out.” Tony’s palm rests on your thigh. “And you said so yourself, he doesn’t give you what you need.”
But thankfully, that’s when your brain started working again, and you actively began to create some space between you, with his hand falling off your leg.
“No, Tony. You know who I’m with and you know he’ll be coming back.”
Tony follows you and- what the fuck? Was this couch always this small? The palm greets your thigh again, more insistent now if the pressure was any indication.
“Can you really wait that long?”
You stare at Tony, incredulous at the turn of events. He wouldn’t- would he?
You see him smile at you before diving in for a kiss.
Wide-eyed, your first reaction is to push him off, but he practically falls on top of you, keeping you pinned there as his tongue goes to work in prying your mouth open.
You struggle, and then, well, he knew how to kiss to get what he wanted, that was for sure. It was so different from what you were used to with him, all chaste and loving. Tony used the flat surface of the appendage to massage your tongue, and- holy fuck you really forgot what good kisses felt like. Tony feels so good- so warm and passionate, that his embrace sends you into a blanketed bliss.
And as you make out, that blanket grows more and more stuffy. You lose track of time, and- well, yourself. The next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted to a shirtless and more disheveled Tony Stark on top of you, kissing down your neck, and humping his bulge against you and- oh fuck your pants were gone.
Okay, this had officially gone too far. Yes, this was hot, and yes your body was awakened from the longest dry spell ever by his kisses, but you had to try and stop this. You had to get Tony to shut this shit down, and then blame your horny self later.
But first, Operation Turn off Tony.
“Wait!” Your hands fly to Tony’s chest, pushing with effort despite wanting to melt into a puddle. “I can’t- you know I can’t-”
Okay, your voice would’ve sounded commanding if Tony hadn’t run his hands under your shirt.
And if his arm wasn’t practically glued to the damn cushions you would've had more leeway to shake him off. And if he wasn’t so stron-
Wait- one arm?
…
…oh my god why is he pushing against you?
“Oh?” It comes out automatically and your body absolutely preens at the sensation before you come back down.
Oh fuck no- now two of his fingers are inside you and you’re not sure if you can even try to hold him off now.
Think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve-!
“Tony, mmn-m, pl-”
“Why refuse this?” He pauses to let his fingers talk and the resulting squelching has you trying to seal your mouth in protest. “Why refuse me? When the sweet release you want is right in front of you?” His fingers fall away. “And when this-” he rolls his denim-covered penis over your pussy, eliciting a groan from both of you, “cock is ready and begging to be inside you?”
There is no hope to quell your blushing at this point either, you unhelpfully surmise to yourself. But even so, you don’t let up, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.
“He’ll, ah- find out, hah, Tony.” Fucking hell it was hard to form words now, “and he w-will-”
Tony, more envious than you’ve ever seen him, snarls in retaliation. “Don’t think about him! He’s not the one who’s going to be fucking you tonight.” He takes a moment to regain his composure before adding, “don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you can’t stand it.”
“Ton- ah!”He hit a sensitive spot inside you, and your body jolted with the feeling. “P-please...ha...” You pant, trying to control yourself as his fingers retract. Trying to think of Steve instead, and all the other reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. Why he shouldn’t be doing this to you and how he’s currently making you tingle in too many places.
In mock concern, he inquires, “what is it, baby? I’m right here...” You swear to the highest moon that Tony Stark’s teasing is the worst kind you’ve ever had to experience in your entire life; mainly because he does it in a way that pisses you off to no end.
“I- Tony, I n-need you to-” He shushes you, leaving you more baffled. He doesn’t even know your request yet and he’s already cutting you off. The playboy slides two fingers inside your wet canal and you cry out in surprise. They slip out within the next second, not allowing you to properly process the action. He languidly laps at his fingers and you actually whine at the sight, which is literally the worst reaction you could've had. Tony hums at the taste and his eyes, holding your own, gleam wickedly as you attempt to recover.
“Oh, you need me to fuck you baby? Say no more.”
You gasp, utterly scandalized. How the fuck did he interpret a nothing sentence into that? He’s already working on unzipping his jeans and you’re quick to remedy the situation, despite your breathlessness. “No, Tony, that’s not-” A hand swiftly comes down to palm your sensitive pussy and squeezes, attempting to shut you up with desire. You’re shameful when you realize his tactic worked, as you find it elicits a sexual groan from you strong enough to make your head tilt up towards the ceiling and your back arch off the couch. Tony tuts at your wanton display.
“Don’t deny it, honey. You’re absolutely dripping for cock.” He leans in close to your ear and latches his mouth onto your neck. The man nibbles and suckles enough to probably leave a mark before playfully biting your earlobe and whispering, “and I’m more than willing to provide that relief.” A small part of you finds it ironic he’d use the word willing when you haven’t vocally confirmed it in this case.
When he’s fully sheathed inside you, he sits still for a minute, groaning at the feel of you. Tony then starts circling his hips, not thrusting in the slightest, and at this point you’ve had enough of his games. If he wants to do this so badly then so be it. “No teasing…” you huff unpleasantly.
“Hmm? What was that?” His member is still nudging against the ridges of your vaginal walls, causing your lower body to spasm and tighten at random intervals.
“If you’re going to fuck me then actually fuck me.” You make your voice harsh to get your impatience across, keeping your gaze even. Tony simply winks and wastes no time setting a pace inside you, smirking pleasantly as your body shifts from his thrusts. He licks his lips at the sight of your breasts bouncing underneath your shirt and impatiently forces the fabric up to your neck to squeeze at one.
You close your eyes and furrow your brows, focusing your efforts on meeting Tony’s thrusts and tightening your pelvic muscles frequently to help his orgasm along. Judging by his strained moans, the fruits of your past lovers' labor seem to be working. He starts to shudder and you beam with pride.
Jackpot.
That is until he yanks himself out of you completely, struggling to hold himself over your body.
“Mngh, hah- baby,” he laughs in between ragged breaths, “let’s not spoil the fun too early, now…”
Tony then switches to playfully dragging his cock along the splayed seam of your lips, right over your spasming hole, and you wouldn’t have been able to hold in that unholy moan if you tried.
He flips you over without a word, leaving you disoriented with an “oof,” as he re-positions you to make your ass hang lewdly in the air. Tony swats one asscheek and your hands scramble to find purchase before he tries something else, which you seldom find in the firm material. Another mocking sound escapes his throat at your reaction and you turn your head to glare at him.
“Could have given a girl a warning, y’know?”
“Well, sweetcheeks, I can’t very well tackle this raging problem unless I approach it from all possible angles~” His eyes rove over your new position admiringly. “And this view is definitely worth the effort.”
He winks at you, smirking all the while. You refuse to react, deadpanning, before giving up. “Fuck you, Stark.”
He says some other comment you don’t care about- on the lines of having patience- when something wet wiggles across your folds-
Your eyes widen. Was this a better advantage point for him to-
His tongue thrusts itself inside your walls and you lose all sense of thought, wanting to collapse into the couch already. Tony’s firm and swift in his movements, pressing the angle of his chin into your mound harshly and rubbing your sensitive areas consistently. The stiff hairs of his beard rub themselves across your clit as he leans forward and you lose all sense of yourself, screaming into the cushioned void and spasming around his mouth.
Your hips lull into a gentle rocking, you realize, when the sensations have dulled. You can still feel Tony between your legs, but licking you much more softly now. Your satisfied mews fall out of your mouth like a gentle stream, and you let yourself bask in the well-overdue afterglow.
Tony slowly parts from your pussy with a smacking sound, and you feel saliva trailing down your thighs as you whine. You hear him say the word “ready” and you hum questionably, not in the mood for words. He leans forward to kiss up your back and make a path for your ear, reiterating himself.
“You ready for me, honey?”
“Mm, you’re not-?”
“-finished? How kind of you to offer, baby. After all, I haven’t finished fucking you into forgetting him yet.”
Your brain almost fits the pieces together, already turning towards him to voice the question when you feel him line up his cock at your entrance. You don’t even bother doing anything other than bracing yourself as Tony thrusts into you, and you realize too late that you’re still too sensitive.
He’s more insistent as he fucks into you, just as his mouth, but he’s humping into all the right places despite your body singing to the point of pain.
“Ahn! O-oh!” At this point, you literally didn’t care that your face was practically being suffocated by the cushions that Tony Stark- your not-boyfriend- was pushing you into and fondling your breasts. You were about to get an orgasm on a dick you haven’t been treated to in months on top of a great orgasm, and it was quickly feeling like it was going to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had.
“Oh, fuck- yes, oh- Tony- fuck-! me!” You manage to scream out over your lack of breath, feeling his thrusts grow frantic. The determined mumbling he’s spouting over your ear becomes noise as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your ears are fuzzy but you can make out Tony proclaiming your name in ecstasy before he plops down on your back, causing your legs to fully give out.
You pant there, lying in sweat and regret, wanting to move just yet but knowing you have a lot of cleanup to do.
Tony shifts first, stroking your hair as he whispers once more, “So, was that a thorough fucking for you baby?”
Despite yourself, you laugh. Whether it was from the now spiraling guilt slowly ebbing away at your brain or that it was from the sudden feeling of loss in how to handle your new infidelity status, you didn’t know. You chalked it up to exhaustion.
Tony mumbles again, but you’re coherent enough to understand his words and nod, calmly lying there as he gets up.
You waited until the bare ass of Tony left your line of sight before you shot up like a lightning bolt, gathering your clothes and racing toward the elevator in one fluid motion.
You impatiently return to your room to inspect Tony’s damages in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, trying to ignore the aftersex glow you still had. Your hands trail over your naked body, taking note of the reddened marks with each twist and turn. Yep, that was definitely a hickey.
They halt on your thighs when you feel a searing pain there and your eyes grow wide, mouth hanging open with a hiss.
Oh fuck. You had beard burn. How the hell were you going to explain that to Steve? Covering them up was one thing- but the itching pain you were going to feel?
The cum inside you suddenly shifts downward and you instinctively clench to hold it in, cringing at yourself. Another man’s mess splattered on the carpet of your and your boyfriend’s room is not what you needed right now.
Biting the inside of your lip, you hurry to the connecting bathroom and wash yourself of the sexual encounter the best you can.
#moi writing#tony stark lemon#tony stark x reader#yandere tony stark#yandere tony stark x reader#tony stark smut#yeh the citrus scale lives rent free in my brain#tony stark x reader smut#side note:#i had 3 gifs/image inspos on standby and i decided on the funny one because thats literally the plot in my brain#it's 2 hrs later and im still cackling at the ruins lives tag#i like to have fun here
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"virtue nor blade" 🔒
Written for forsworn ( @forswornn ) for the Flash Flood 2024 exchange!
Xenk Yendar and Edgin Darvis team up to investigate suspicious happenings and find themselves happening suspiciously. Also Ed hates mind magic and Xenk hasn't gotten laid in half a century.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)
Relationship: Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar
Additional Tags: Magic Made Them Do It, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, hot new trope called self-aware sex pollen: the flesh is willing but the spirit is annoyed as hell, Knotting, magical mishaps
Words: 1,731
Collections: Flash Flood 2024
#flash flood 2024#dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves#dnd:hat fic#by lemon#citrus scale: lemon#not safe for whales#xenk yendar#edgin darvis#xedgin#alpha/beta/omega dynamics
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My variegated lemon tree is blooming in my greenhouse and I hand-pollinated some flowers today. Citrus trees are one of my least favorite plants to care for but somehow this one hasn't annoyed me too much yet.
#it does have the start of a scale infestation but shockingly no spider mites#it needs a good prune too the poor thing is going to struggle if it gets lemons#i hate citrus because they acquire every pest and are sneaky about stabbing you#you go to pull of a yellow leaf and it gets ya#my plants
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I've just realised I'm now old enough that when I hear 'Citrus Scale' I no longer think of the Lemon/Lime/Orange categorisations that indicated how much smut was in a fic
I think of literal citrus scale that means I need to chop some branches off my lemon tree lsajfsa
#i don't have a lemon tree but still#this is what i think of#i am both old enough to know what the citrus scale is in fandom#and also think of plants first when i hear the words
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I don't mind per se the usage of "spicy" as a semi-sanitized way of referring to sexual content in books but i do dislike how it has no real differentiation between "just barely past pg-13 fade-to-black" and "they fuck nasty in every single chapter in ways you never even heard of"
#...do i dare introduce the concept of the citrus scale to the booktok sphere.#even just the lime/lemon let alone anything more regional
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What could they be doing? 👀👀 check out my Furaffinity to find out!
#heidi art#mythical lovers#monster lover#monster boyfriend#monster girlfriend#monster x monster#monster fucker#monster romance#monster fuqqer#satyr#nsft#lemon#citrus scale lemon#citrus scale#sakis oc#crino oc#heidi oc#please god don’t let Tumblr axe this I DID EVERYTHING
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me: *writing a spicy scene* me: *identifies as aroace* me: wow, idk what i'm doing, time to get lost on ao3. me: for ✨Research™✨
#fanfic writer#citrus scale#only ever written orange#but this is a lemon scene#aroace#help#klance#research purposes
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Does YQY's titties bounce? (barkbark woofwoof)
Have you seen the mass of those things? Of course they do. People underestimate how soft muscle its when its not flexed, not to mention that muscle is generally marbled with some fat, so those tiddies are absolutely beholden to gravity. I'm not sure even a modern sports bra could control them. If ever Yue-shixiong decides to go shirtless as he practices, the whole of Qiong Ding is waylaid for the day as people sneak looks.
#ask fish#YQY thirst asks#yknow what I am gonna use the citrus scale like Danny for these so people can mute#lemon text
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This is for the two people who answered my poll in blog updates wanting to see them bone.
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#lets see if this work#also i noticed that my anatomy was slipping so i needed to practice#you don't know maybe this is the sweater he's wearing under the jacket#also i've only looked up refs for the stadium locker rooms in order to draw them boning and that's really funny to me#desertsportshipping#champion leon#leon pokemon#trainer wes#wes pokemon#pokemon colosseum#pokemon sword and shield#btw the tag i'm using for spice is the citrus scale#lemon 🍋
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"a kiss may be grand"🔒
Written for hollyand (@hollyand-writes) for Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024 (@dasmutquisition)!
When the cat's away and whatnot.
Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Relationships: Carver Hawke/Merrill (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Dragon Age II - Act 1, Developing Relationship, Miscommunication, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Vaginal Sex Words: 4,078 Collections: Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024
#dragon age ii#da fic#by apples#carver hawke#merrill#carverrill#nobody expects the dragon age smutquisition 2024#not safe for whales#citrus scale: lemon#i had this post queued up and subsequently posted earlier today but then the authors reveals got delayed and i had to delete it lolwhoops
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The Manic One Lore Post
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The 'deity' that Leo and his cult worship and feed is named The Manic One. That is not it's true name, none of it's followers have ever known it's true name. The Manic One declares one follower as it's 'enforcer' for lack of a better way to put it. This Enforcer is the one that leads the group in the name of their 'deity.'
The cult is generally seen as fun loving partiers by outsiders, which is by design. They allow outsiders to take part in their festivities like their holidays or holy days. What really happens is a mystery to people outside, which I think is standard cult behavior.
Along with a Enforcer, The Manic One 'blesses' one person. That person becomes the community fuck-hole, as per The Manic One's wants. If this is not followed, the 'blessed' person and the Enforcer are killed by the monster itself. Why is a mystery, but its assumed that whatever is done to the 'blessed one' feeds this creature.
And it's not like they can't see this thing, no; it's tangible. Whether you want to see it is debatable. It resides in a completely closed palanquin that the group carries with them from city to city. Inside it looks endless and all you can see of the creature is hundreds of slimy, wet, wriggling tentacles. Some have razors on whatever is considered the bottom. Others can deposit egg-shaped things. What these things actually are is unknown. Many followers theorize that they're the monsters unfertilized eggs. The Enforcers and the 'blessed ones' are the only ones who've seen more than the tentacles; The Enforcers see the creatures eyes and are subjected to its whispers. Ex-followers say that, from then on, it controls that person or drives them insane.
And the 'blessed ones' are taken completely into the palanquin and subjected to countless brutal fucks, forcing them to rapidly get used to their new role. Then, when they're ready, they're spat back out. If they do not conform to their role before they leave the palanquin, they're never seen again. If the 'blessed one' does not conform once they're out of the monsters domain, they're thrown back in. Usually that's where they stay.
The group travels around, recruiting as many people as possible and feeding their 'deity' when necessary. Aside from taking in people, it's not known why The Manic One makes them travel. It is known that it dictates where they stop and when they pick up again.
#Eldritch?#monster#tw cult#dark#Tentacle monster#writing#tw oviposition#oc#oc stuff#lore#worldbuilding#I tried to proofread this but idk how good I did with that lol#lemon#citrus scale
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