#cloaca kink

[needywetboy]

Wish I had a slit so I could finger myself while teasing the tip of my cock. Curling two fingers into my sensitive insides, pushing against my cock straining to come out. Shaking my hips desperately as I finger fuck myself harder. Caught in the painful exhilarating tension of being so hard my cock twitches with agonizing need. Denying myself because the only purpose of my slit is to be a tight, wet fuck hole.

[roo-bi-unrestricted]

" ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.. "

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ : ꜱᴛᴏʟᴀꜱ / ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ : ᴀɴᴏɴ

ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ : ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ : ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ( ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟꜱ )

ᴛʏᴘᴇ : ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 479 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ꜱᴛᴏʟᴀꜱ

I could imagine the two of you fucking either because Blitzo loaned you off to Stolas since he was too busy to fulfill his side of the agreement he had with Stolas or the owl requested your presence when he was lonely.

The Goetia swings both ways when it comes to BDM. You could tie him up or vice versa, and he wouldn't mind. The prince is more on the submissive side, allowing you to dominate him to your heart's content.

Stolas makes a lot of lewd sounds, his moans, screams, and begging echo through the room as you pound into him. His legs wrap around your hips tightly. Having him blindfolded while you tease him is one of his favorite kinks.

Especially if you tie him up while he's on his back. You can hear his wings flap in excitement and frustration as you edge him closer and closer to the edge of climax, but you don't let him.

You can feel his feathers rise whenever he's close, and when you finally decide to let him, he lets out the most lewd sound ever. It's almost animalistic, and the only time you've heard a sound like that is from an animal in heat.

Stolas likes it when you pull his feathers. If you were going to soften on him, he would grab your hand and shove it into his chest, making sure that you were gripping the base of the feathers and pulling them hard.

He would even beg for you to leave bite marks, scratches, and hickeys all over him. That's also another one of the Goetia's kinks. When it's time to switch, the prince is very dominant. He loves to ride you, using his long tongue to explore your body and make you his plaything.

The Goetia makes sure to belong your orgasms.

Since the bird doesn't have a cock of his own, he would finger or eat you out. He knows that you would love the way his tongue feels inside of you, so warm, slick and wet. Stolas loves to praise and degrade you, telling you how amazing you were for him. Tell you how naughty you're being.

He is always willing to go another round, especially if you use his toys on him. Putting a vibrator right next to his cloaca while he's blindfolded makes him go crazy. He loves the feeling of not knowing where the vibrations would be placed and when they would happen.

.

Stolas would definitely invite you over again. He would never see you as more than a sex buddy or a friend, nothing more. He would make sure to give you the best aftercare of your life ( afterlife. ) Even letting you stay the night if it was your first time with him.

You were a good lay, but the prince was still very much in love with Blitzo. He may consider inviting you both over to ravage him once more.

[thats-a-mood-gabriella]

As a bird-type demon, Asmodeus likely has a cloaca, just as Stolas canonically does. We also know Ozzie can shape shift. Assuming Fizz was telling the truth to Blitz in Oops about Ozzie having a kaiju sized dick, it therefore stands to reason that Ozzie is either using a custom strap on he has manufactured specifically for their private use or, given his shape shifting abilities, changing his genitalia at will to suit the preferences of himself and/or his partner.

The logical conclusion the viewer must come to is that Fizz is an extreme size queen and Ozzie is happily changing his shape to suit this kink. In this essay, I will-

[obadiah-bumbly]

If VeggieTales Was A Popular Tumblr Fandom:

(I don't know anything about this fandom, I'm just making stuff up)

Larry/Bob shippers and Larry/Petunia shippers are at constant odds. A popular Barry blog says Parry is unimaginative and homophobic. The Parry clapback is a lengthy call-out about disregarding platonic male friendships and fetishizing gay men. There is never a resolution to this conflict.

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything Polycule truthers get constant pushback due to Pa Grape's 20 year age gap between Larry and Mr. Lunt. There is an absolute dumpster fire of an argument in the fan art community about whether it's ableist to give eyes to the human versions of Pa and Lunt. A controversial artist twinkifies all three of them. The fatphobia discourse starts and don't stop. They deactivate after being sent one too many hate asks.

A Jimmy/Jerry incest blog ended up with the URL of VeggieTales-Official.

There's a Junior Asparagus hate blog that posted weekly oneshots of Junior suffering in increasingly bizarre and gruesome ways, until they post a very long rant about US politics one day and never post again.

There is an unsurprisingly large vore community that is ignored by the fandom at large.

The longest fic in the fandom is a still ongoing Larryboy au that is nearly 650,000 words and gets progressively more grimdark as the story goes on.

The fandom at large accepts that the vegetables have invisible genitals, in the same way they have invisible hands. However, one adamant theorist insists they reproduce asexually, or at least have cloacas. This leads to the infamous blog veEGG-stables being created, the contents solely being related to the blogger's egg laying kink, and fascination with Scooter.

Archibald becomes a Tumblr Sexyman.

Mrs. Blueberry is the fandom milf, and often shipped with The Peach. Anyone that even implies that she's under the age of 40 gets dog piled.

The Boyz in the Sink are given the boy band treatment. They constantly clash with BTS over acronyms.

Someone attempts a New Testament fancast. They get sent death threats instantly.

[afreakingdork]

Soft Spot - Chapter 20

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

He just can't let go in this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

“And that’s…” Dr. Kuro swiped her ultrasound wand to the side. “All good!”

“Yeah?” You tried to keep your hands neutral at your sides.

Donnie was right behind you with his eyes still trained on the screen.

“Yep! I’m not seeing any signs of known conditions. We’ve got great development all around. Four fingers, four toes which is fun!”

You flicked Donnie a glance that he had enough wherewithal to catch.

“This is usually the part where I ask you if you want to know the sex…” Dr. Kuro wiped her wand and then the residual gel off your bump.

You and your partner both snapped to attention.

“I might have some difficulty, but I can assure you, there is no danger.” She went on. 

She paused then and you checked back with your husband. In all your care and preparation, your baby’s sex had been the furthest thing from your mind. You had been so concerned with getting to the child part that you had left out the particulars. All your future visions included a nondescript baby because you weren’t even sure what exactly would look like. Your bundle was shrouded in that way, though you guessed its little fingers and toes had just come into vision.  

Donnie reached down to brush your arm and his look translated that it mattered little to him. 

You were more interested in whatever issue there might be, safe or not. “You can tell us.” 

“Both of you?” Dr. Kuro gave Donnie a sly glance. 

“Yes.” Donnie droned out with some offense that he’d be the fussy one. 

“Alright.” She shook as if to get herself in the right headspace. “Let’s start by saying we work effectively in this office. We have an accuracy record of 99% when determining gender.” 

You both watched on. 

“Don’t you two go ruining it.” She teased. 

“Doctor…” You chastised. 

Dr. Kuro tittered before addressing Donnie. “I understand you have a cloaca?” 

“Yes.” Your husband spoke evenly.

She nodded. “Which makes this tricky… All known animals that lay eggs have a cloaca. You… do not.” Her brows exaggerated. “But you are growing part of an egg…”

You sort of saw where she was going. 

“Now the genetics passed down lean in favor of human genitalia. It’s still difficult to know if that’s what I’m looking at since… We are dealing with some level of impossibility. 

Donnie squeezed your arm. 

“You’re…” You tried. “... saying it either looks like a girl or they might have a cloaca…?” 

“Exactly.” She smiled and it curved out her soft cheeks. “See? Not dangerous!”

Your lips pursed absently and you checked with Donnie.

He seemed similarly at a loss on the topic.

“Except to my good record.” She preened. 

You chuckled and reached to catch your spouse. “It doesn’t really matter.”

He switched grip to grab your hand and brought it to his lips.

“Very good.” Dr. Kuro stood to move some machinery. “I’m beyond pleased with the results. Happy and healthy. That’s all I want for you all.”

“Yeah…” You sat up with help from your mate. “This… I’m way happier now! I was so terrified after  missing this scan, but… it’s all good. I feel like I need to keep saying it for it to be real.”

Donnie helped bring your shirt down and you didn’t miss how he lightly grazed your belly.

You felt warm to his touch and it reminded you of something. “The weather’s been pretty warm, but I feel like I’ve been running hotter.”

“That’s to be expected.” Dr. Kuro chirped. “The placenta looks great, as does the blood flow in your uterus. You’re pumping out a bunch of the stuff to grow your grapefruit! Yes, the little one is up to the size of a grapefruit now. They’re really going to start pushing on your bladder.”

“Great…” Your gaze dulled.

“Hot flashes, swelling, and stretching. You’ve got extra blood, water retention, and a heck of a lot of growing happening. Stay hydrated, keep moving, and keep up your lotion routine. Rub it in real good! That will help!”

You nodded and saw flashes of Donnie helping to rub you down.

His hand was still hovering close to your stomach and you pressed him there.

He tried to break the immediate churr that rolled out of him.

A smile played on your doctor’s lips. “Alright then! We’re all good. I’ve got another picture for your baby book and I’ll see you next week!”

“We’ll see you.” You all moved in separate ways around the room until you parted to check out.

The process was a casual one by now and you were soon heading down an elevator to the ground floor.

The moment the doors closed and you were alone in the box, Donnie caught your chin and pulled you into a searing kiss.

Your lashes fluttered down to a close and an encouraging hum stuck in your throat.

“I love you.” He husked and broke from your lips to line kisses down your cheek.

“Y-you too, but what…?”

He nipped at your pulse and must have felt it flutter.

“Donnie…”

There was a ding announcing the floor and you expected him to disengage, but he didn’t. Instead, he shifted position around you so he could be curled into your side with one firm hand held flat to your stomach.

The door opened on an unsuspecting pair of women, who startled.

You felt the tug to follow their eyes which led to your mate’s icy stare.

“S-sorry!” You squeaked out. “We’ll get out of your way!”

You broke free from Donnie before he could stop you and caught his hand in a backswing. You tugged him along and felt him try to throw menace at the people who were clearly going up to Dr. Kuro’s office themselves. You made it all the way outside where Donnie wove behind you like a serpent. People took wide arcs to get out of your way and you just knew he was glaring them all down.

You steered him into the first inlet and turned on him. “What are you doing?!”

He immediately softened at the sight of you, annoyed or not.

“You missed your heat, didn’t you?” You patted his cheeks.

“I did.”

“Then what’s this? Hot and heavy in the elevator and then, what was that? You’re being all possessive.”

He looked down to your lips and thought upon them.

You dipped down so he would have to look you in the eye.

“The first is a simple explanation: blood flow.”

You moved your hands along his jaw until your thumbs pressed into his cheeks.

“Rich and thick with it.” His eyes lost focus in euphoria before they returned for clinical attention. “You smell incredible. Different notes than ovulation, but as enticing. You've been flush with that scent the last few weeks, but the exam.”

“I’ve been too stressed and we haven’t done it in…”

You had to think. 

“I don’t… now how long?” You admitted, surprising yourself. 

“I’m not left wanting.”

“You’re not hard up?” Your smile turned a little sly.

“Obviously not.” He churred as he drew closer.

“You just like the smell?”

“I haven’t intercepted.” His brow cocked with his point.

That was true.

He’d been nothing but supportive while your emotions were up and down with worry.

The only way he was ever intrusive was in touching your bump, but that never seemed sexual to you.

In fact.

You looked down your body and found his hand sneakily set against your abdomen.

It had become so commonplace that you hadn’t even realized he’d done it.

The burbling warmth seemed to flow from his palm.

You felt secure even just tucked in with him on an otherwise busy street.

“See…?” He spoke heat across your cheek and into your ear. “You called for me.”

The little hairs on the back of your neck perked up.

You supposed you were feeling warm in all its senses.

The one now was something a little new.

It had something to do with a strength of bond and maybe the specific cocktail of chemicals flowing through your brain, but you could easily see yourself giving over to his hands.

The ones that held you.

Supported you.

“The possessiveness…?” You whispered to him.

He was kissing behind your ear. “Unsure. Instinct?”

“Do softshells do that?”

He shook his head once before he paused. “Territorial.”

You hummed and tucked your hands into his sides.

He wriggled to be better in your hold. “Your physical reactions have slowed.”

“You think you’re getting protective because of that? Because I’m at some unknown risk the bigger I get?”

“Not enough data.” His lips trailed your neck. “Wanna take you home.”

You tried not to melt against him. “We can’t.”

“Let’s cancel.” He removed himself just to send you his heated plea.

You almost gave in and had to dart your gaze away. “No… No, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s new look is ready. You’ve both worked hard on it. He’s waiting.”

“He’ll continue to operate…” Donnie churred to encourage you.

You caught the hinge between his carapace and plastron and pushed. “No, we promised.”

Donnie pushed his churr as far as it would go.

The excitement bubbled up where his hand rubbed gently against your belly. “Don, stop…”

His question grew.

“No.” You took a breath to solidify your decision. “No. We gotta meet Shelly. It’s important. We’re testing it in public to make sure it works.”

Your mate swallowed to tuck away his displeasure and gave you a little space. “Alright.”

“Yeah?” You checked in with him.

He gave one nod that read to you as honest and you stroked down his sides in thanks.

This time he writhed into a shudder. “Darling, please.”

“I won’t make it harder.” You released, moved to take a step, and offered him your hand.

It pulled your belly from his grip and he dodged your appendage to grab that instead.

“We can’t walk like this.” You told him dryly.

“We could…” He seemed to be searching for a way.

“No. C’mon.” You grabbed his hand yourself and moved to lead.  

Donnie wasn’t left behind and quickly fell in a little too close. You kept a certain angle away from him so he wouldn’t try to fondle your torso. For that, he sulked a little as it also took your bump from his vision, but you were able to get far enough down the road and a few turns until you got to the restaurant you were meeting S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

“Okay…” You searched for your son. “He said-”

Your mouth hung open and it felt a little like your breath had been taken away.

Standing beside the door and looking at a phone in his hand was a near identical version of your husband, only human. It was a sight you hadn’t seen since all the way back to your honeymoon. Donnie’s distaste for the cloaking brooch had been obvious, but there was advantage. One of which was a human butt was better suited for long plane rides. Since you hadn’t exactly taken one of those since, you hadn’t seen much in the way of that hyde of your husband until now. A slightly shorter version of what seemed like said man squinted at his screen. It brought on a new sense of déjà vu. It was you, you found as you got closer. It was the you that had looked at your skin in the mirror this morning when you got ready.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had your eyes.

You didn’t have enough of Donnie and openly groped for him.

He happily offered himself.

You caught his sweater with both hands. “You…! He…!”

“I believe he was clear once.” Donnie murmured distilled affection. “He ran calculations to take after both parents.”

Your eyes felt enormous as you turned them on your mate.

Whatever fervor he had for you fell off at your watery state. “My heart…”

“I’m okay. Happy. So happy. I’m going to-!” You moved to rush your son, but hadn’t looked where you were going in your excitement.

A random man had manifested by your side and, as you saw him, he disappeared just as fast.

You blinked as your foot came down into the empty space and you heard a yelp.

“P-put me d-down!! What?!”

You found the man squawking and your mate holding him up by the scruff of his shirt.

Donnie looked like he had just kept himself from outright flinging the man away.

“I’m sorry, sir!” You patted your husband to soothe him. “I’m just… Uh…”

You pivoted your hips to accentuate your bump.

He glanced at it and Donnie with some confusion as he was put back on the ground.

“That’s…! Congratulations, but watch where you’re going!”

“I will. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, my shirt’s sorry…” He grumbled and tried to check his collar as he moved away.

“You would have killed him.” You told Donnie as soon as the man was out of earshot.

“I didn’t.” Donnie was on clear edge.

“Didn’t what?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s voice sounded in your ear.

“You rascal!” You jumped him.

“Ah! Mom! Wait!”

The moment you threw your arms around his neck, his human image pixelated around your form.

“Oops! You told me about this…” You pulled away.

Donnie’s hand appeared on your back. “An illusion.”

“He looks human because of the light construction. You confirmed what you remembered. “Sort of like the holograms.”

“Yeah!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bobbed. “It’s like a video feed that’s being projected onto my bipedal form. It gets tricky in the gaps so my clothes are real!”

He gestured to his svelte waist where his shirt swung side to side around his usual casing. 

“I’ve been thinking of it like a second skin.” He looked over his limbs. “LIke I’m wearing a costume or a suit, and ah! It’s so cool! I look like I have skin! Real skin! There’s little skin imperfections. You know? From the skin!”

He was buzzing and you smiled on.

“But yeah, it’s a thin digital layer that clings to me.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. demonstrated touching his own forearm and, after he passed straight through to his metal casing, there was the faintest amount of digital fuzz from the image being disrupted. “We got real close on the hands though. I had to swap out some new five finger ones for the illusion, but I want to hold my sibling’s hand! I can pick them up! In public! No one will think I’m some scary robot abducting a child! I can hold things against my chest because of the clothes so that won’t look off at all.”

“I didn’t know you’d be human…” You told him, almost not wanting to interrupt.

“I’m glad dad kept it a surprise.” He gleamed a row of pearly whites.

The way his smile pinched his cheeks reminded you of yourself and you were overcome again.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. blinked rapidly and there was a faint fuchsia hue to his eyes. “Is that good? A good cry?”

He checked with Donnie who gave an approving nod.

“You look like me!” You choked out.

“Aww…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. encouraged you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You hungry? My treat! Ah! I can say that! I’m gonna totally order! I technically already did! I got a bagel this morning after the guy suggested one; it was crazy-!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. went on with his story and how he had walked the city to get here. Besides almost running into a half dozen people, he had enjoyed a level of anonymity that he had never experienced before. While he went on with his conversation, you were as present as you could be amongst how distracting he was.

Besides small likenesses, it was like S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had also somehow downloaded your mannerisms. You saw ghosts of yourself as he moved certain ways and each time it shot through your very being. He was already yours, but he was also currently a view of your future. The hue of your baby’s skin wasn’t something that could be picked up on an ultrasound, so in your mind S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. represented what they could look like.

The only thing you knew for sure were the fingers, the toes, and that they had a carapace, after all.

A cloaking brooch might be useful for that latter but whether your child used one was going to be a long and changing discussion. You had a feeling they might go through phases and you had already reserved a stone for them. It was technically Donnie’s, but he cared little for the thing and was ready to retrofit the armband into whatever form would be requested.

That unknown shape of jewelry also represented your child. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s form was one option, but there were any number of variables. You had no idea how much they were going to look like you or Donnie. All you knew is they would be someone totally new and you couldn’t wait to meet them.

You must have ordered at some point because food came out.

You ate and it tasted wonderful.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was forking pieces into his mouth without chewing.

Donnie scolded him about finer details.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. argued he was getting used to having a cavity for food to go.

That was something else he had installed to help enforce the human illusion. Without gesticulation, his fixed jaw had apparently made the human speech movements appear uncanny. He still didn’t need it because of his speaker, but it opened up a new possibility. Instead of politely excusing meals, he was given a small cache down his throat so he could pretend to eat as well. 

They went back and forth and you found yourself sentimental. This moment here was special. There was another version of this that would occur again in the future, but it had an additional participant. You were nostalgic for something that hadn’t even happened yet.

You had a baby right in front of you and you had one growing inside. You were awash with warmth that translated inside and out. You drank water in hopes of cooling it, but it only seemed to go straight to your eyes. 

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. smiled at you.

It was like he knew.

You sent him one back and refused to loose tears.

“My love…?” Donnie scooted his chair closer.

“I’m okay.” You told him and didn’t miss how he got his arm around you.

His hand landed right on your belly.

“I’m just so happy…” You tried not to laugh the tears out.

“Hey dad, we need to adjust emotes. I’ll need a cry function.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. studied you.

You jarred with a little frown. “I don’t cry that much…”

“Emotes?” Donnie looked on with disdain.

“Maybe you didn’t cry much before, but lately…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave you a sly eye before turning on his father. “Emote is a thing. It’s a verb!”

“You did not use it as such.” Donnie eyed him. 

“Okay, it’s a gaming thing, but it means the same! It doesn’t matter! I need more!” 

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sent you a weary expression he shifted right back to an excited face.

“But I don’t have a tear animation.”

“Shelly, it’s the hormones…” You argued.

“Then what’s dad’s excuse?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. stuck out his tongue and seemed excited for it.

“I did not program that!” Donnie hissed and held you closer. “You’re projecting a live feed! You tamper with projections fine alone!

“I want it to look real.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. whined. “You know what the real stuff looks like!” 

“Have we been crying that much?” You checked with Donnie.

He shared a raw look with you.

“I don’t want to pull from movies or whatever! That’s acting! Babies learn emotions by observation and emulation. If I can’t emulate good enough then how  can I be a good role model!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. huffed.

Donnie rubbed your stomach like it gave him strength. “You have our archival footage.”

“Someone thinks it’s creepy.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pouted and sulked far down into his seat with his arms crossed even though it made them fizzle.

Donnie looked at you.

You had to think where that came from. “Oh, Coral said that.”

“It’s not fair.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. huffed.

“You were listening in.” You told him.

“By design.” Donnie looked between the pair of you with equal reproach.

“I only want to use the footage if I have to!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. complained.

“Don’t let Coral make you feel bad. She’s just like that.” You urged him.

“Tell me you continue to monitor.” Donnie glowered across the table and was close to pulling you into his lap.

“Stop. Possessive.” You squirmed against him.

“Yeah, yeah.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned his head.

“And you wish to be a role model.” Donnie bit back.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shot upright. “I will be!”

“Your attitude.” Donnie spat.

“You’re really going to try to raise another kid to blindly obey you?”

“Don’t you dare-!”

“Will you chip them too!?”

Donnie reared.

With a screech of your chair legs against the floor, all sound ceased around you.

You threw your napkin down in your chair for the sake of it and tossed a finger into Donnie’s face. “Stubborn! Welcome to the rest of your life! Kids push back! You will not keep fighting like this when it happens!”

You rounded his seat and he tried to spin around to chase you, but got caught up in your abandoned chair.

“And you!” you stormed up to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in the same manner. “You’re the same way! Both of you! Resorting to low blows! I don’t want either of you passing that down! And this chip thing? It’s a tracker, right?! How long ago was it?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was torn and looked wounded. “Ten… years ago…?”

“Why are you still trying to make him feel bad for it? Does it help!? Do you honestly think he’s going to do that?! To you? To anyone else?!”

He grew more distressed.

“You said you didn’t need to forgive him or his penance or whatever. I know you know how scared he is about treating anyone else like he treated you.”

Fresh tears dotted his eyes.

“Shelly…” You hugged him. 

He clung to you. 

“It’s a bad time to say those tears you just made do look authentic.”  

“I didn’t even make them on purpose.” He whined.

“I don’t want you to change, but I do want you to think a little about what you say. You’re right. The baby is going to want to emulate you. Do you want them to act like that?”

You pulled away to check on him and fat tears were rolling down his cheeks.

Your instinct was to wipe them, but you knew they weren’t real. 

The emotions there were. 

You held his shoulders firmly. “I love you, you know that, right?”

He nodded and sniffled.

“And standing up made me have to pee so…” You looked at Donnie.

Your mate was painted with regret for what had occurred and gave you a small nod that you were okay to go.

He would take care of this.

You gave him a small bow of your head to defer to him before you headed to the restroom.

You could hear S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. round the table and there were equal apologies shared as the two began to discuss.

They were ready, you knew as you located the bathroom door.

They would always be a pair and they would always be like this to a point.

You chose the cleanest stall.

They were growing more mindful already.

Big changes came with growing pains.

You knew that well and tapped your stomach.

Despite the aches, everyone was eager for the adjustment.

To make room in their lives.

It was evident in what you all did.

You wiped up and went to wash your hands.

As you bump almost touched the edge of the sink, you saw yourself helping a small child learn to wash their hands.

Exiting the bathroom with them chattering about how they did it in near unintelligible speech.

Going back to the table where Donnie and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had had a similar, albeit much quieter tiff.

How they made up faster each time and the frequency had dropped to nothing.

The joy on a child’s face as they shared how good they had done with their brother.

Sitting down with Donnie.

Him covertly leaning into you to tell you that all was well.

You looking over him with approval and wanting more.

Another baby.

This moment to happen again anew with another addition.

Nostalgia for things that hadn’t quite happened.

That flush feeling was back and you felt like you were glowing.

The you in the mirror agreed.

You looked pretty standing in this semi-posh bathroom. Donnie hadn’t mentioned your looks, but he always thought you were a vision. He liked your current smell and not your radiance. You watched your fingers come up and touch your pert cheeks. The blood flow connected there and you turned to exit.

It was a short trip back to the table where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and Donnie were in their respective seats and discussing something.

“You need to put seat belts in the car.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. leveled with a hand to the table.

Donnie glanced at you. “Adjustable ones for children.”

“For everyone!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hawed.

This wasn’t a topic you expected and you shared that with Donnie.

“He has thoughts of baby proofing.” Your mate looked up with a bitter expression.

“I agree with the seat belt thing.” You spoke immediately.

Donnie chuffed his offense.

“It’s scary!” You told S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

“I want one for car rides.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. agreed.

“And exactly where are you going?” Donnie turned dull eyes on his son since you had abandoned him.

“Road trips.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. smirked. “Informational ones to national parks and monuments.”

The idea of experiential learning hit Donnie deep in his pleasure centers and his wide gaze slammed right into the table.

“We’ll do yearly ones for summer breaks!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. told you.

“Between school years.” You took your seat.

“How many pee breaks do you think you’ll need then?” He chided.

You shot him a warning glance.

He gave a grin of all teeth.

“I’ll torture you with all the gross details. Want to hear about my pelvic floor?” You tested.

“Kegels?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. blew a raspberry and lit up for his ability to do so.

You approved with a tip of your chin.

He tittered in his seat.

Donnie crept closer to you.

“Okay, that brings up a good question though! What do I find gross…?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wondered aloud.

Your husband had been dealt his own idealized future and you bet he was coming to share his joy with you.

“I mean I don’t care for your fluids…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. went on.

Donnie was so hunched that his chin pressed your shoulder.

“Hi.” You whispered to him.

“But I understand the mechanism of waste so that’s not super nasty…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. continued.

“Hey.” Donnie murmured with his head down.

You searched your bond and found him withholding his emotion.

“Yeah, no, poop and stuff. That’s whatever.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. decided. 

You nudged Donnie’s head.

“What’s gross!?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. grumbled.

Donnie looked up at you.

“I know I’ve said something was gross before!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. complained.

His gaze was molten and that heat shot not just through to your belly, but down between your legs.

“I said it as a joke, but sometimes jokes are like… ya know…? Real!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. laughed to himself.

“I want a full car.” Donnie spoke in a voice only for you.

It thundered in your ears.

Your stomach flipped and it surely jostled your baby.

Your cheeks boiled on contact and, for one shy moment, you thought he had heard your thoughts in the bathroom.

He of all men existed to fulfill that desire.

“Oh, right.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s voice was caustic and broke through to both of you. “How could I forget?”

You and Donnie looked and your cheeks nearly touched.

“Sex and all that icky stuff that goes with it. That’s what’s gross.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s mouth hung open and his tongue lolled out.

You turned away to your own horror.

You felt like a teenager too embarrassed to confront your misdeeds.

“Is a sibling worth what you two had to do to make it!?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. whined.

Donnie’s hand was on your bump again.

The contact kept your heart rate up and you returned to the table to find S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. making eye contact with someone off to the side.

“Yeah, I don’t know, but I’ve lost my appetite!” He snickered to himself. “Always wanted to say that.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. waved.

You saw a waiter move in time.

“Check please!” Your son leaned back in his chair.

You almost wanted to apologize, but you decided you had no reason to.

Donnie kissed your shoulder before lifting his head. “I’ll add seat belts.”

His arm scalded your back.

“Score!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bounced forward. “I wrote some safety code for the auto pilot too.”

His hip barely touched yours.

“Add it.”

You moved so your legs were flush.

“Without review?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s head tilted curiously.

Donnie’s boot tapped your shoe.

“I’ve agreed to your addition. If further measures fall in line.” Donnie slipped into his rehearsed stoicism.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes darted and it was obvious he was thinking of what else he could reprogram.

The server finally arrived with your bill and your son paid the tab. He had a card chip in his palm, much to the waiter’s minor horror, and you were soon out the door. You stayed close to Donnie as you weren’t past your filthy thoughts. They persevered in numbers of children you wanted to have and you felt all the worse for having them when your son had just voiced his displeasure with the method to make them.

“Have fun.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. told you in a hug despite his flickering image.

He knew and you were more mortified. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Yup!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. released you and tackled Donnie who was waiting by the curb.

They shared a few lines that were basically pre-recorded before S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. waved the pair of you off to walk the city.

“Remind me to check CCTV footage regarding his misdeeds.” Donnie watched after his son.

You saw the car pull up and obviously lied. “Sure.”

He came around to appraise you with lowered lids.

You got the door for him. “After you.”

The wanting leaked in your voice, but your mate didn’t obviously react.

His head lowered because it had to and he got into the vehicle.

You followed in after him and waited for the moment he’d pounce.

He didn’t.

He sat starched. You bet it was the seat belts and tried to resign yourself. The car took off and you closed your eyes. You didn’t necessarily will the horniness away, but you meant to contend with it.

Until Donnie’s hand landed on your bump.

You looked at his hand and then him, but he was sitting the same way. This was his version of protection for the time being. You let him focus on that and returned to where he was touching you. It was an agonizingly short journey for those fingers to go lower. He could easily both palm where he wanted and tuck into your waistband. His long digits might not make it inside at this angle, but he could absolutely rub a pertinent sensitive nub that currently ached for him.

Excess blood flow, you thought in a daze.

It was making you especially sensitive and the thought of a copped feel wasn’t enough. You wanted to see his head between your legs as he licked up. You would watch his beak appear slick with your juices and feel his tongue quirk between your folds. He swirled and sucked exactly how you always wanted him to and you would shove him down to put him back into his place of service.

You squirmed in your seat and felt how soaked you were.

It had to have been just in the short time since you got back from the bathroom, but you were a little too distracted for humiliation.

The car was still driving and you were at least ten more minutes away from your destination. It would be agony to wait all that time and still have another distance to contend with to get to your front door. You could request Donnie carry you to the apartment, but it felt impossible when you hadn’t even asked him to finger you yet. He must have smelled your desire on the way into the car and you bet it fogged up the cabin now. Still, he sat with good posture beside you and you reached up to hold his hand to your bump.

His fingers were twitchy beneath yours. His skin was soft and you stroked it for the sake of it. It conjured memories of where it could easily slip inside you and you sucked your bottom lip. You could pull his fingers up and suck those instead, but his grip on you was one you didn’t dare move.

You finally looked at him. The vision of him appeared in a blink and he was staring ahead as if he were reading. The thought occurred to you that he might be watching something, but a tip of your head found his glasses empty. They sat in their static hues which meant he was lost in his thoughts. You weren’t exactly sure what they were, but their prolonged nature made you wonder if they were anxious.

You reached for him through your wedding band with a question.

He responded with only affection.

It was incongruent with his visage and so you sent more.

He blinked for what seemed like the first time in a while before he did his own turn.

His gaze was inky black.

A look so dark and thick that you almost couldn’t believe you hadn’t put together he was having the same thoughts. You’d fondled each other in the car before, so you had just assumed that if that was his intention he would have acted on it. He had no issue with the public after his stunt in the elevator, so that meant it had to be the safety concerns with the car holding him back.

“Almost home.” You told him in something that was close to a supplication.

“Will we make it?” His voice was gravel.

“Is it that bad if we don’t?”

His eyes closed and he gave a desperate churr.

“Talk to me.”

“Gonna sink into your heat.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Need to hold you.” His fingers flexed on your tummy.

“Yeah?”

“Take you from behind, support that weight.” His other hand flinched at his side. “The weight of my kid. Our kid.”

He tipped his head back to openly moan.

You got caught on an involuntary whine at the sound.

“Bend you over, fuck you until your legs give out. Keep your ass up so I can keep plowing it. Over and over.” He snarled softly.

“Bite me.”

“Mark you.” He glanced at you.

“Hard. Don’t be gentle. The protectiveness, it’s hot in a way, but I’m not fragile. Please.”

He nodded. “Pretty bruises.”

They’d last until your next OBGYN appointment and you had an abysmal thought about how Dr. Kuro would react to those.

“Not your bump.”

“No. Of course.”

He swallowed relief.

“Anywhere else…?”

“Back. Lower. Beside the spine.”

“Why there?”

“My eyes only.”

There were a few of those so you didn’t really care and squeezed his hand.

“Throat. Shoulders. Arms. Between your breasts.”

“A lot…”

“A lot.” He confirmed.

The car pulled up to a curb and you missed the handle as your palms were sweaty. You caught it on the second try and almost tumbled out of the vehicle. Donnie helped stabilize you and you got safely onto the curb. He followed and slammed the door shut before ushering you into the building. He was sheltering you with the bulk of his form and his hand to your stomach.

You could walk like this, an absent thought said.

“Take me.” You told him as soon as you hit the lobby.

He took great care in bending forward. It was an honor-bound bow and one of his arms swept outward. It came for a secure tuck behind your legs and the other moved to your back. In a fluid motion, you were lifted up into a bundle in his arms and your bump sat safely in the middle. He gave it one longing look before he leapt once for the stairwell, twice for the landings, and then twice more for your floor and the hall.

The handle was flicked open more than properly turned.

It swung open to your apartment and you were set onto your feet for a moment only to be slid on skidding sneakers right through the threshold. Only partially disoriented as he kept your weight stable, the last thing you heard was a click of the door closing before he got into your pants.

A single snap undid them and they dropped to the floor. He made quick work of his the same way and encouraged you to arch. You bent your spine for him to offer your ass and he took one hip in a crushing force. The pressure felt satisfying and his other came around in a contrasting caress to your bump. You felt him squat around you before his dick lined up behind the quirk of your ass and he expertly sank in.

You were wet and split without near enough leverage to push back on the cock you craved.

Donnie spun you around so you had the door and you slammed your hands against it. He worked for a few thrusts to get properly seated before he bit straight through your top. The bra strap snapped through his incisors and he renewed your mating mark in one bubbling pant. That rich blood that oozed through all of you percolated there and he set a harsh tempo.

You saw flecks dance in the corners of your vision. Your sensitivity was way higher than you imagined it should be even with the desire. He wasn’t quite at a right angle to be hitting your g-spot, but it felt as if he could have been. Pleasure pulsed around his cock and further inside to all your walls. Every inch of you garnered that responsiveness and you babbled out.

“There! No! There! Ah! Donnie! Fuck! Harder! Yes!”

He kicked your legs further apart for access and you felt his knees bend to accommodate. You clawed into the wood of the door and he unhinged his jaw to churr straight into your ear. The sound traveled through your thick veins and down to where the pounding summoned it. Heat ran track through your limbs and the dampness from your wound seeped out in a trickle for more.

Your shirt was torn off and he made good on the bruises. He started just as he said with your lower back and his thumb. He pressed straight through the muscle until it popped vessels through the chords and you came right then from the pain.

He stopped and you milked his cock with little weepy noises.

You didn’t exactly leave your body so there was nowhere to return to, but when the shrouds of clarity opened up you were similarly confused.

“More…?” You asked.

His thumb was still buried into your back. “Yeah?”

“A lot more.” You nodded and rolled your hips the best you could.

You were a vice on him as he switched hands. One was clearly longing to support your baby and helped distribute the boiling heat of his palm while the other came up around your esophagus. He could get nearly the whole of your neck in his hand and he squeezed enough that your tongue lolled out. Your oxygen stayed a steady flow, but the little flexes pressed your jugular. The skips in that intense flow made your head spin and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint if you came then or he spiked the falling action of your last orgasm.

He released with a drop off your neck and onto your shoulder and was clearly reluctant to abandon your bump, but did so momentarily to catch both your shoulders. He steered you in that way, a hand on each trapezius, and used it as a handle to fuck up into you. He must have almost been sitting for the angle he achieved and it sent him to your depths. Your baby was in there; the one he made possible and you cried out his possession as his nails sank into your weeping mating mark.

He lightly tore the flesh from you and you dropped your center of gravity on him which sent him to the floor. His feet now out, you were skewered on his cock and he released to spin you. You came face to face where you wore twin crazed expressions and you offered up your chest for his next bruise. He came forward with eyes that never left yours and showed you a bit of teeth as his mouth opened. He latched right onto your sternum and sucked a clean row of hickeys there.

You took over bouncing on his member in the meantime, but couldn’t garner that same intensity. Your pussy ached for punishment and you switched to a roll for the sake of it. He scrubbed you out with his glans and it was more fingers trying to hold your uterus. He was incessant in that way and he released you with a pop and string of saliva that dripped down for an icy cold sliver across your belly.

He watched it with dark intent before he raised up to view you.

You shared a look of love and you got a tender kiss before you were flipped over.

He got you on your hands and knees without ever pulling out and then wrapped himself around you. He was the safety belt, one that would let nothing happen to your growing child, and his plastron carved out more of your back. You would bleed lines of him, permanently stained, just as your insides were forever prepared for him. You’d be ready whenever it was safe again after birth, to take his potent seed a second time.

And maybe a third.

Would a fourth be too much?

Five seemed like a nice number.

You came the moment his cock reached the vicinity of your g-spot and it tore through you with the same ferocity. In your current position, you let your ferality out and opened up to what that sounded like. It was a guttural howl of sorts that came deep from within the basin of your chest. It didn’t spook your mate, but you could tell your winding tightness forced him to pause and carry you through it.

When you could make human noises again it was you panting, “What the fuck is going on?”

He shook his head against your back. “Hormones. Blood. In fact…”

He awkwardly shifted his arms like someone trying to drive with their elbows. He managed with his reach to keep part of his limbs to your bump and freed up his hands to cup both of your breasts in tandem. You felt sparks fly off your chest and a pain far worse than any wound he had inflicted so far exploded when his palms grazed your nipples.

You must have screamed with a new tenor because he flinched away. “Bad?”

“Bad! Too much! How’s that too much!?”

“Sensitive.” He churred and went right back to cradling your hanging stomach.

“Deeper!” You bounced your ass and he obliged. “Take that pain away!” 

He would do so straight to the floor, you decided, as your arms tingled.

Soon.

The blood was necessary elsewhere.

His teeth found your vertebrae and you cried out.

Another orgasm loomed and you welcomed it.

Not quite delirium, you felt your mate bite you and you saw the aftermath of the marks.

They’d look just as gorgeous in your next reflection.

With all that blood, they’d bloom in time.

Through stages of purple you hadn’t decided on yet.

Ones you wouldn’t.

Ones for the future.

Ones for growing now.

You yearned for both.

💜 NEXT 💜

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Headcanons of my DB Boys

(Frieza, Frost, Cell, and Zamasu)

So, imma make this into one large post, since that's just gonna be easier for me. I'm also gonna split up the headcanons from SFW and NSFW in case people don't feel like reading anything dirty. In any case, here are my silly headcanons.

Frieza Headcanons

SFW:

Frieza is a wine lover (borderline alcoholic) tends to be his cope when dealing with just about any negative emotion.

Has trouble expressing his emotions with words. His actions speak louder.

Has a pretty short temper. Quite a few things annoy him, but things such as stupidity and arrogance infuriate him the most.

When not being an emperor, he often enjoys reading and studying, but can also enjoy playing advanced games, such as chess.

Thinks highly of his appearance - especially appreciates and admires his tail.

Has a high standard when it comes to food. When done right, he favorites tend to be any sort of seafood; crab, lobster, fish, things along those lines.

His only real insecurity is his height (most who make fun of his shortness end up dead lol)

Hates when his father - or anyone - refers to him as "princess"

Bears great shame for his initial defeat against Goku on Namek, though attempts to keep it hidden (and often fails). Also gained immense PTSD from the incident. Yay.

Has a naturally intimidating presence, but just about everyone knows that.

Always enjoys having his ego stroked, no matter what the situation

While not necessarily a light sleeper, his senses are so keen he often can notice even the slightest changes around him.

If there is a person who he actually cares about (which is very few) even he can't resist sparing his occassional moments of softness.

Closeness and intimacy frighten him on an emotional level - afraid to allow himself become "weak" and risk someone hurting him. Or worse, afraid of hurting them in turn. (He's an emperor, but he has feelings dammit!)

NSFW:

Frieza (and his entire race) are intersex/are hermaphrodites. Meaning they are single sexed, and also have both male and female genitalia, hidden within their cloaca.

He is bisexual, enjoying the company of both men and women, though he slight preference towards men.

Isn't necessarily picky about a person's appearance, so long as it's appealing.

Personality wise, it depends on the person - he can enjoy dominating over someone shy and nervous, but can also enjoy *being* dominated by someone strong and confident. Though any and all disrespect is a turn off.

He has no preference for roles; he's fine being top or bottom. Again, mostly depends on the person he's with.

While he may be a sadist outside the bedroom, he can be quite different in bed. He can be however rough or gentle his partner wants. He gets more satisfaction in getting reactions from whomever he's with.

Frieza is surprisingly affectionate. Enjoys kissing, sweet talk, gentle caresses, and etc.

Has a praise kink. Can't help murmuring words of praise and compliments to his partner and seeing their reaction.

Being addressed by his proper title is a huge turn on for him.

Never likes to skip to the main event. Thoroughly enjoys foreplay, giving and receiving.

Doesn't necessarily have the largest dick, but is average size for his race.

Frost Headcanons:

SFW:

Similar to Frieza, is a wine lover. Though doesn’t have nearly as big a problem as Frieza.

Often wants to avoid direct fights as often as possible, especially if he has no chance of winning

Can often be annoyed, but unlike Frieza, doesn’t lash out unless necessary.

Is and has always been a lonely person, especially after his cover as a hero was blown.

If he did have more free time, he’d rather enjoy lazy activities, such as watching TV, playing video games, and listening to music.

Is actually pretty skilled with electronics. Can usually hack many basic technology.

Is rather insecure about both his abilities and his looks, especially compared to Frieza.

Frost has a sweet tooth, and enjoys several desserts, parfaits being his favorite. Though he also likes pastas and some crab dishes, like Frieza.

Despite what people might think, he’s actually a very sensitive person. It’s easy for him to feel guilt or shame or sadness.

Has *serious* trust issues. Is extremely paranoid and fearful that everyone is out to hurt him somehow, especially after he becomes a fugitive. The world is a scary place to him.

His erasure at T.O.P was a traumatic experience for him.

Has lots of trouble sleeping, as he’s very prone to nightmares.

Keeps several hidden poison needles on his person; including wrists, heels, tail, and even the tip of his tongue.

Honest to Kami, this poor baby just needs a hug and a shoulder to cry on!!! 🥺🥺 (wow, I have really sad headcanons of Frosty boy)

NSFW:

Like Frieza, he is intersex/hermaphrodite.

He is bisexual, though with a heavy preference towards males (I use to headcanon him as gay, but that has changed)

Is almost certainly a virgin, though mainly out of fear of intimacy and vulnerability. Has immense trouble trusting anyone with his body (and his heart)

Has an extremely sensitive body, especially on his neck, his tail, and between the legs.

Is usually attracted to men with bigger builds and strong personalities - anyone who makes him feel weak. Or rather, feels safe enough to allow himself to be weak.

Has an extremely sensitive body, especially on neck, tail, and between the legs

Does NOT enjoy pain of any sort. Is quite terrified of it actually.

Frost is a submissive bottom. His biggest preference, but also because he’s often too shy to ever take charge.

Always prefers a slow, gentle build up towards the main event. A chance to relax and adapt. Though when sucked into the main event, will finally demand for something a bit more rough.

Is certainly not a quiet lover. Has rather loud vocal chords.

Also has a smaller than average dick, but it’s not his main concern.

Has a praise kink, but prefers being the receiver.

Enjoys being “dominated” over, but only with someone he truly trusts.

Perfect Cell Headcanons:

SFW:

Can and is an arrogant ass. No one is more perfect than himself.

Obviously thinks highly of his own looks and abilities. Truly loves himself.

Often enjoys teasing and mocking others whenever he feels like it (especially people like Vegeta or Frieza)

Similar to Frost, enjoys watching TV and playing video games. But he also enjoys more athletic activities.

Also has a short temper, and isn’t afraid to express it through his fists

Is the smart ass king. Full of snarky comments and sarcasm.

In spite of what people might think, he’s actually very observant. Very good at reading people for who they really are or what they’re really feeling.

Has amazing healing abilities due to Piccolo’s DNA

Is not picky with food. Like just about everything - except anything with bugs. He *refuses* to eat bugs of any sort!

Despite his high self esteem, he does feel a certain shame when being referred to as a “monster” or “freak”. Often turn out to be trigger words for his rage.

Claims he’s a lone wolf, but in truth can be quite lonely at times, even if he ends up pushing others away.

Is a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer. An explosion could happen outside his bedroom and he’d hardly be phased.

Never lies. Always tells the truth, sometimes even bluntly. This is cause he *despises* lies.

NSFW:

Only has male genitalia but keeps it concealed under the black sheath on his groin.

Cell is pansexual - is attracted to all races and genders alike. He’s into everyone and everything.

Tends to have a dirty mind, though never to the point of disgusting or depraved.

You know this guy has a porno collection and is proud of it

There is little Cell isn’t into; has a wide variety of kinks. Though one of his favorites tends to be biting.

While normally fine with either role, Cell prefers to top (and almost always does).

Isn’t afraid to flirt or talk dirty. It’s practically his first language at times.

Usually adapts to whatever preferences his lover wants, since he enjoys sex either way.

Similar to Frieza, isn’t necessarily picky about appearances, so long as it’s appealing.

Usually likes people who are “hard to get”, or aren’t easy - tsunderes really.

Theres no soft way of putting this - he has a big dick. That’s all I’m saying. Moving on.

Enjoys most attention on his face and dick, since the rest of his body is covered in bio-armor, and thus has no real nerves to feel pleasure.

Straight up, is an *amazing* kisser.

Zamasu Headcanons:

SFW:

Has little patience for people in general, though especially regarding mortals.

While he’s a skilled fighter, doesn’t really like fighting. Finds it to be primitive and barbaric.

Puts himself on a higher pedestal than all mortals, and even some immortals.

During his free time, he’ll often enjoy the peace and quiet with his reading, practicing calligraphy, cooking, and meditation. Anything to ease his thoughts.

Claims he hates mortals, but really he’s just frustrated he doesn’t understand them and their illogical decisions.

Absolutely hates loud noises. Something about them just brings him immense anxiety. He attempts to keep hidden earplugs on his person.

Often asks the big questions in life, searching for his true purpose in the universe.

Enjoys foods that don’t necessarily have a strong flavor. Simplicity is appealing to his taste buds. Like a nice cup of tea.

Is very good at holding his composure - but only for so long.

Is a light sleeper. Tends to make him rather grumpy.

NSFW:

Possesses “typical” male genitalia (I heard somewhere that apparently Kai don’t have anything down there - my headcanon doesn’t agree)

One would assume he’s possible ace, both in means of attraction and romance. But Zamasu is actually gay - he’s just very very closeted. (Not about being gay, but about being attracted to anyone in general)

His standards for a partner are high. In fact he firmly believes there’s no one who could both appeal to him and understand him. BUT! Should they happen to do so, he tends to enjoy bigger builds on men. As for personality….all he really wants is someone he can understand, and in turn understand him.

While he does feel arousal and love, he can’t help feeling ashamed at doing so, thinking he should above such primitive feelings.

Is incredibly shy in bed, both with exposing his body and committing to the act.

When eventually relaxed enough to have sex, he does enjoy and appreciate foreplay, but only certain kinds.

Has the most sensitive ears. Enjoys having them touched, kissed, and bitten.

Is almost always a bottom role, often as a preference and because he lacks experience.

Just like Frost, is probably a virgin - in fact even more likely to be one.

Keeps quiet for most of the time, at least unless he’s close or is during the main event.

Like Frost, doesn’t enjoy pain in the slightest.

Okay, I think that’s everything (literally took me a few hours to complete this, but it was worth it). Now keep in mind, these are just MY headcanons. They are not fact, and you do not have to agree with them. I just wanted to write my interpretation of my favorite DB boys.

What do guys think? Tell me yours thoughts if you’d like! In any case, hope you enjoy!

[hereticpriest]

Mercy Chapter 9.5 Knotted

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

This chapter is entirely porn with zero plot. It is not necessary to read this chapter to continue reading the story. It may not be your cup of tea, so please move on to the next chapter if it isn't something you're interested in. This chapter contains very little science that makes any sense, and runs off the idea of inclusivity that all females and Omegas can get pregnant, and all males and Alphas can get someone pregnant. Thus, the reader is capable of temporarily (or continuously, if desired) growing a phallus. I believe that technically, if I were trying to adhere to existing science, Obi-Wan would be labelled as having a cloaca, but I did not put that much thought into it.

Chapter warnings: PWP, dubious science at best, alien dicks and description thereof, anal sex, rimming, anal fingering, knotting, handjobs (m and f receiving), blowjobs (f receiving), breeding kink, praise kink, body worship, muscle worship, discussion and contemplation of mpreg (male pregnancy), contemplation of removing protection for the purpose of procreation which has technically been previously discussed and agreed to but hasn't been agreed to in this specific instance (though this does not occur, it is just contemplated). Let me know if I missed anything please!

Chapter Nine Point Five - Knotted

The scent of starfruit and forest fires mingles throughout the darkened chambers, spice and sweetness blending in a heavy haze. The door to the chamber has been heavily scented, spice and smoke clinging to the frame to ward off anyone who might dare to come close. The windows of transparisteel have been switched to a frosted privacy film that allows light in while keeping out watchful eyes, and the door has been locked with an emergency code. There’s a dark, wet spot on the settee, and the door to one of the bedrooms is covered in a ray shield generally used for maintaining the sanctity of other bedrooms when some apartment occupants are going through their heat.

“You’re still sure?” You ask, your voice a harsh but desperate whisper as you guide your Omega back towards his nest. He lets out a broken whine instead of answering, frantic as he ruts against your hip, desperate for contact. His trousers are undone, the waistband of his underwear partway down his thighs somewhat restricting his movement and tucked under his balls. The head of his cock is flushed dark red and weeping a steady stream of slick, and your nostrils flare at the heady, sweet scent of his heat pouring from him. Your hands slip into the back of his pants, grabbing handfuls of his ass and parting his cheeks.

I need you to answer me, Omega.

Yes! Yes, I’m sure Alpha, I want you to knot me. Need it! Please, need you inside.

Obi-Wan shivers in your grip, leaning in to bury his face in your neck so he can kiss his way around your mating gland while his hands slide under your tunic to feel your bare skin under his palms. Your fingertips brush across his hole, and you chuff as you find it wet with slick, circling it teasingly with just the barest pressure. Your Omega whimpers against your throat, letting you pull him away from you so that you can turn him around and urge him up into his nest.

”Take your clothes off, baby. Then, I wanna see you present for me, and I want you to ask for it with that pretty voice of yours. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” You ask, and Obi-Wan eagerly obeys, kicking his trousers off his legs while he peels off his overtunic. You watch him as you strip off the remainder of your own clothing - an undertunic, brown trousers that still somehow weren’t dark enough to hide the wet patch on your thigh, and your underwear. With your rut came options unavailable to you at other times. Your last rut was unexpected, and you’d gone with the safest option at the time to avoid any discomfort, but this time you had plenty of time to plan. Female Alphas could, should they desire it, grow a phallus for mating purposes. You’d obviously never had the experience, though it truly wasn’t an uncommon thing at all. When you had discussed having a planned heat and rut together with your Omega when your vacation time lined up conveniently, Obi-Wan had shyly mentioned an interest in being knotted. Reluctantly, of course, blushing the whole way and promising that you didn’t have to if you weren’t interested.

Unsurprisingly, you’d jumped on the opportunity. Which led you to where you were now, examining yourself with curious hands. Your cock isn’t as thick as Obi-Wan’s, thankfully closer to average, but you were around the same length. The skin is a darker pink than the rest of you, flushed purple at the tip, and beading precum. A brief moment of panic overtook you at the sight of your cock when you realized that it didn’t look the same as your Omega’s. You’d never seen a Haelan’s dick before, for obvious reasons, and it only occurred to you while you were examining yourself in a panic that you wouldn’t look the same due to your species. Hopefully, your mate didn’t mind. It’s a nice cock, you acknowledge, despite the differences. The head is fatter than a human, with more of a smooth wedge shape than the typical taper, and three prominent ridges right underneath it. A thick vein runs up the base, and it curves more prominently than your mate’s, though you figure that’ll only help you rub against his prostate so hopefully he won’t have any complaints there.

The rough skin of your deflated knot feels a little odd under your fingertips, but it’s a nice kind of odd. Along the top of your cock are a line of softer, rounder ridges that you imagine will probably feel nice. Truthfully, your cock looks a lot like some of the sex toys you’ve seen in holoads around the lower levels of Coruscant late at night, and those ads always emphasize the concept of toys being ‘ribbed for your pleasure’, so clearly what you have going on is a good thing. Right? Your testicles are internal, but clearly functioning considering the thick drip of precum running down the base of your cock. You’re not as wet as Obi-Wan, but that’s to be expected, you think.

A sharp intake of breath draws you out of your quiet contemplation, and you look up at your Omega for signs of distress, only to find him finally naked and staring at your dick with blown pupils and a gaping mouth. Your cheeks flush purple, and you hesitate where you normally wouldn’t, suddenly self-conscious. Biting your lower lip, you stroke yourself from base to tip, and his gaze follows your hand.

“Is it okay?” You ask, and Obi-Wan purrs, glancing up at your face briefly before returning his gaze to your cock. You feel him reach out to you through the bond, letting you feel his desire, his hunger, and his pleasure at the sight of you ready to take him. You feel his intrigue, and his curiosity at the shape of you.

“Oh, darling. Of course it is. Look at you. Come here, let me taste you.” Your Omega requests, and you approach gingerly. You’ll have him present for you afterwards. For now, you want to know what it feels like to have his mouth on your cock, while you can still handle being gentle with him. Obi-Wan reaches for you the second you’re close enough, hand closing around you and stroking you from base to tip while he leans in to roll the flat of his tongue over the head of your cock. A quiet hum at the taste of you vibrates through him, and thus through you, drawing a groan from your lips. He moans as he takes the tip into his mouth, and you sigh as he begins to suck, running your fingers through his hair gently as he starts to carefully bob his head. You hiss as his tongue rolls over the ridges below the head, taking his hand away from the base so you can spit into it, and snickering as his cheeks turn red. Poor, shy little Omega struggling with lewd acts even when he’s lost in his heat. You know it’s at least somewhat because he’s ashamed of his own desires, and how much he enjoys indulging in them with you, though he’s been getting better at accepting his own sexuality. He begins to stroke what he can’t fit in his mouth, and you groan, running your fingertips over the bulge of his cheek. You’ve never felt anything similar, even when he puts his perfect little mouth on your cunt.

“You look pretty like this, baby.” You murmur, and Obi-Wan looks up at you with those beautiful blue eyes as he begins to bob his head a little faster. His hand works eagerly over the base of your dick while he tries to figure out how to work his tongue while sucking, his cheeks growing redder at the obscene sounds his slurping causes. It takes all of your self control to keep yourself restrained, but you let every moan and growl out without shame, feeling through the bond how even the smallest sounds encourage your Omega in the same way that praise does. You can’t help but laugh as he takes a little bit more than he can handle and gags, the feeling of which sends pleasure racing like lightning through your veins. He sits back, coughing, and you stroke his cheek as you admire the pretty pink of his spit-slicked lips.

“You did so good, baby. Come on, up, present for me, Omega. I gotta stretch you open a little so I don’t hurt you.” You coo, and he lets out a little moan as he lays down on his stomach with his knees up, back arched to keep his bottom in the air. Humming to yourself, you crawl up into your Omega’s nest, giving his bum a gentle slap that makes him whine, then grabbing both cheeks in your hands to give him a firm squeeze. You use your thumbs to part him, breathing in the scent of slick while bending to run your tongue over his twitching hole. The taste of his slick is electric on your tongue, and he moans loudly as you reach between his legs to wrap your hand around his cock while you lap at him. Stroking sloppily, you spit in your other hand, rubbing it into his desperate little hole to mix with the slick that starts to leak steadily.

“Looks like your body knows what it wants, baby. I just licked you clean, and slick is already dripping down your balls.” You tease, lapping up his slick before it can drip on the nest and laughing as Obi-Wan jolts with a whimper.

“Please, Alpha. Want it in me.” He begs, and you smile, running your thumb over the tight ring of muscle. You’d done your research before this, desperate not to hurt your Omega even though you knew logically that his body was made to take you. It had been shameful to watch dirty holovids, but as soon as you noticed how embarrassed Obi-Wan got, it became less nerve-wracking for you and more a point of entertainment. Your shy but curious Omega would blush and stammer if you watched them next to him in bed, but he always ended up watching with you, often sliding into you from behind so you could watch together while he took his pleasure from you. The naughty research helped you feel more comfortable with taking your Omega in this manner, and you felt prepared. A low whine brings you back to yourself, and you smile, pushing the pad of your thumb against his hole just to watch him shiver. Your index finger slides in surprisingly easily, and Obi-Wan moans lowly as you breach him, digging his hands into the bedding.

I want to lay on my back. Need to see you. Please, Alpha.

Of course, baby, if that’s what you need. I’ll give you anything you want, my sweet little Omega. Anything you ask for.

You help Obi-Wan roll over and smile down at his flushed face, licking your lips at the sight of him. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and you still wonder sometimes how he could possibly be yours, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes full of love and lust. Your Omega spreads his legs and hikes up his knees so you have clear access to him, but you simply admire his perfect little body instead. His nipples are pink and puffy in his heat, and the left one is adorned with a bite mark around it. His chest hair is shiny with sweat, skin flushed pink with his racing passions, and his mating mark is purple from the kissing and biting you’ve been doing throughout his pre-heat. You stroke your hand over his tummy, tracing his treasure trail down to his pubic hair, pointedly ignoring the way his cock throbs for attention and oozes slick.

“Alpha, stop staring. It’s embarrassing.” Obi-Wan complains, and you grin down at him, ignoring his protests as you squeeze his pecs. Despite his soft whimpers for relief, you take the time to continue admiring him, stroking his sides, chest and stomach just to keep him from being too upset. His physical strength, evident in his musculature, has always drawn your eye. You could spend hours worshiping his body, kissing his biceps, leaving lovebites on his lats, and sinking your teeth into his quads. You love his little tummy, the meat on his pecs, and the softness over the muscles in his thighs. He doesn’t really show his age much at all, though he often claims otherwise, pinching at his sides and belly in the mirror like that isn’t one of your favourite parts of him.

A strong leg nudges against your side, and you snap out of your admiration, looking up into his pretty blues. He looks near tears, lips pink and swollen from kisses, panting with desire. You give him a faux pout, pushing his knees up so you could press your middle finger into him. It slides in easily, slick dripping out around your knuckles as you pull out, then push two fingers back in. Obi-Wan groans, throwing an arm over his face to hide as he rolls his hips down into you. You wave your hand and his arm flies away from his face, hands pinned above his head with the Force, though you release him immediately after despite the flush of pink to his cheeks and desire through the bond that says he definitely enjoyed that.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? You’re nice and relaxed, making it so easy on me baby.” Your voice is low and syrupy, and you watch your Omega’s eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones as he rocks against you. Wrapping your free hand around his cock, you stroke him nice and slow, in pace with your fingers as you stretch him open.

“Feels nice.” Obi-Wan murmurs, though his entire body stiffens up when you crook your fingers and brush against his prostate. He gasps for breath, jerking beneath you, and you coo at him as you roll your fingers into his sweet spot, licking your lips hungrily. Your tail wraps around Obi-Wan’s thigh, yanking his legs open when he tries to close them, and you stroke him faster.

Good boy, baby, let me make you come. Wanna see you paint your cute little belly white. Give it to me, Omega. Then I’ll give you what you want, put my cock in you and breed you in your soft little nest. D’you want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you, Obi?

YES! Alpha, please, please, need you to breed me. Just your fingers feels so good, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.

“Naughty little Omega.” You tease, adding a third finger just to stretch him out a little bit more. Obi-Wan cries out as your fingertips rub hard over his prostate, and combined with the firm grip on his cock, he can’t take it any longer. He jerks beneath you, sticky white cum splattering across his stomach and nearly up his chest. By the time he’s done, his cum has begun to pool in the dip of his belly, and you lean down to lick it out, drawing a whimper from your Omega. Gentle as can be, you pull your fingers free of him, wiping your hands on the towel you’d thrown into the nest earlier expressly for this purpose. Blanketing him with your body, you lay a couple of kisses across his throat, ignoring the throbbing in your aching cock in order to give him a breather.

Too quickly, he begins pressing down into the weight of it, eyes half-lidded as he purrs for you. You smile down at him, pecking his lips, then reaching between you to guide the head of your cock to press against his hole, rubbing gently to coat it in slick. Your Omega may normally be a patient man, but his heat clearly makes him lose his head, as he begins to roll his hips eagerly, trying to push you into him. You pet his hip soothingly, but give him what he wants, pressing against the tight ring of muscle until it begins to give for you. You slide inside somewhat smoothly, his insides parting around you as you sink in slowly, inch by inch until you’re fully sheathed.

He’s searing hot around you, wet and tight enough that it’s almost painful, bordering on overstimulation. For a second, you worry you might come early, but you grit your teeth and anchor your hands into the nest on either side of his head, your thighs under his, pushing him up a little to get comfortable. Obi-Wan clings to you, shaky moans falling from his lips as you grind yourself into him, then slowly begin to pull your hips back. You watch as the ridges of your dick catch at his hole, and he whimpers with every single one, his dick twitching to life against his tummy. When only the tip remains inside of him, you press a kiss to your Omega’s mating mark, then plant your knees and thrust back into him sharply. You start with slow, long thrusts that have Obi-Wan whimpering and clinging to you, trembling at the way his insides cling to your cock.

You don’t feel any pain from him when you delve into his mind, just pure, mind-melting pleasure. He’s so soaked that you’d be shocked if it hurt, dripping so much slick it makes a squelching sound with every thrust. You don’t know if all Omegas get as wet as Obi-Wan, but you love being surrounded by the salty-sweet smell of his slick. Each time your pelvis meets his ass, you feel his whole body shudder, his calves hooking around behind you to keep you from pulling out completely. His head is tipped back, lips parted around moans of your name, and his force signature is the same bright blue of his lightsaber, nearly blinding in his pleasure. You nuzzle against his mating mark, speeding up your thrusts despite the spine-melting heat of him, holding on as much as you can even as you feel your knot start to swell.

“I’m not going to last much longer, Omega.” You murmur against his skin, and he nods, unable to voice more than a moan in response. He’s a vision of pleasure, chest heaving with every breath, skin flushed pink from the rushing blood, his muscles twitching as he works to meet your thrusts. You love him. You would do anything for him, anything he ever asked, because you trust he’d never ask anything of you that you couldn’t give him with a clear conscience and the approving warmth of the Force. He’s perfect, and he’s all yours, but you know he holds all of the power in your relationship. Such is the truth of an Omega - you are a slave to his pleasure and happiness.

Me neither, Alpha. If you touch my cock, I’ll explode.

You grin, and he whines, knowing exactly what’s about to happen. You slow your thrusts as your knot starts to catch on his rim, digging your nails into the blankets below your Omega to keep some semblance of control, and you seat yourself fully within him just in time to lock together. Your hand closes around Obi-Wan’s cock as you start to spill inside him, moaning as you sloppily jerk him off. It takes nearly nothing for him to come in your hand, his mind a flurry of how good it feels as your hot cum fills him, hoping that it would somehow take, and the pleasure of being locked with you until your knot deflates.

It takes a moment to roll Obi-Wan onto his side, carefully so that you don’t pull on him or your knot too much, until you can curl up against his back. You nuzzle into his neck, kissing his shoulders, and using the Force to dip your towel in the water set on the night table so that you can clean the both of you up. Your Omega dozes in your arms, and you feel proud to have fucked him well enough that you could put him to sleep on your knot. He needs it. His heat will have him raring to go again soon enough, so it’s best if he gets some rest while he can.

You find yourself kissing along the line of his deltoids, pausing as you feel the soft metal line of his birth control implant under your lips. You could bite it out. Soothe the pain with the Force, make a cut with one of your obscenely sharp canines, then heal it once you’ve got the useless little thing out. It only takes 24 hours to lose effect. You could breed him this heat, if you wanted to. You would even let him breed you, if he preferred, since you were of more use while stuck at the Jedi Temple than he was. You’d tear your own implant out too, let him sink his perfect cock into you and breed you in his comfortable nest that he made for you both. He’d said he wanted children, hadn’t he?

A shiver runs down your spine, and something whispers over the roar of your instincts, a gentle urging to be patient. Not now. Soon, but not yet. You lean into the embrace of the will of the Force, closing your eyes and holding Obi-Wan a little closer to you, your lips against his mating mark. You fall asleep nestled against him, completely at peace with your Omega safe in your arms, your Force signatures blending together in a gentle but loving dance.

[oletus-writer]

If ur doing request may I request full nsfw alphabet with evil reptilian?

I’m sorry this took a while, and am pleasantly surprised at your request.

Luchino Diruse (hunter) NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Luchino has good stamina and will make sure you’re all good and clean before you fall asleep, murmuring praises in your ear. He’ll wrap his body around yours, and soak up your warmth, falling asleep if he feels tired.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On you? Your chest, regardless of whether or not you’re a man or a woman. It contains your heart, which has these undeserving emotions directed towards him. Also, hickeys look good on your skin. His favourite body part of his are his hands - how they look, wrapped around the pretty wrists, so monstrous next to your human ones. How his long fingers pleasure you so easily.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, he’ll cum anywhere you allow him. He’s got two penises, and goes through mating season every April, so he’s got a lot. If you’ll allow it, he’s more than happy to cum inside you, unprotected. His changed DNA doesn’t allow you to get pregnant, anyway.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t particularly like being insulted about his appearance, but if it’s you? He’d like you to reach into his cloaca and touch his hemipenis and whisper how dirty it feels. Tell him he's a good slut. That'll do something.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He knows how to have sex, how to make you feel good, and has had some sexual encounters before, but not in his mutated form. He may hurt you when the two of start, so good communication is appreciated. He will input a safe word system, just in case.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He'll try anything and everything, but ultimately, he prefers the positions where he can see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sometimes, at the beginning, he is humorous. However, when the two of you are really going at it, he is completely serious. While he may crack at some jokes, he won't make them himself.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Luchino has scales almost everywhere, so he does not have hair anywhere, except his head. He doesn't particularly mind if you do, but mind you, it does tickle.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

Not so intimate as sexual - he'll tell you you're doing a good job, whisper dirty things in your ear, but that's about it. Now, if you want him to be more intimate, you have to take the reins and make him feel better than he has in a while. He'll be screaming your name, as well as how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

He usually masturbates to relieve stress, and when it's the mating season. This does not change that much, however, he will tentatively ask you to help if he feels confident in your relationship. Hopefully, if you agree, you could help out with his heat.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I have a feeling that Luchino would have a medical kink - he’d like to see how your heart jumps, how every twitch in your muscles translate to the monitors. A part of him would also breed you, although the DNA in him is incapable with human DNA, and he biologically cannot have children.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

Anywhere private. On the bed, the couch, the walls, the floor. Anywhere that would give pleasure.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Aside from breeding season? Wearing anything revealing and being confident in it. Flirty remarks, suggestive touches, the usual.

N = No (what turns them off?)

Naturally, anything that would cause you unwanted pain, or unnecessary mess. Feces, urine, etc. he won’t even consider talking about the possibility. He knows what risks getting involved with such things outside a sterile environment, and won't risk getting you or him seriously ill.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

His tongue is long and agile, reaching into places his finger might. It may be a little awkward to ask him if he wants to receive oral. He'd explain that since his hemipenis is inside his cloaca, it is inverted, and that your tongue would be touching the outside of his penises. If you agree, Luchino would be introduced to a whole new world of sensations.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Fast and rough, all the way. While he is able to go slow and sensual if he wishes, he thinks it's best to save all the sappy things for a time that isn't for pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

He'll do them if you want to do them, but he is a fan of the idea of taking his time to give you pleasure, and giving his all. Perhaps there is an appeal to quickies, too if you show him.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

He'll take all the risks you want, except if it means you could get seriously ill.

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

All night, if you'll let him, then in the morning, too. Lizards, like any animal, have no time to rest after sex, and being a human lizard hybrid that can jump twice his height, Luchino has good stamina and good strength.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

He does, since he wanted to explore what sorts of pleasure he could get with his mutated form, and may introduce various forms of vibrators into sex - he may not use them on you, since they are very specific and may hurt you. Perhaps he'd like to show you how he pleasures himself with these toys, one day.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He loves to tease, to deny your orgasms, and would love to receive the same care and attention from you.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

Quite loud. He'll make sure to tell you every miniscule thing that gives him pleasure. Sex with him giving would include a lot of grunts and praises, sometimes moans. Sex with him receiving, is much more loud - arching his back, crying, screaming your name - everyone would know exactly what is going on between the two of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

Thighs for days. He can jump so high, and lizards, unlike cats, do not have any specific evolutions into jumping at least twice their height.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

As I've said, he has a cloaca and a hemipenis, meaning that he does not have a anus. The first of the two penises is smaller, about 6 inches (15.2 cm), and the larger is about 6.7 inches (17 cm), and they are both above average in thickness. No hair, as I've said - they are smooth and have no scales.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

A relatively normal libido, unless it is mating season, then he'd be asking for you every second. You don't need to have sex with him during that time, only your reassurance that you are there. Let him mark you with his scent, to make him feel better. Sex is a bonus, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't, unless he really needed to sleep, or you've topped the shit out of him and exhausted him so much.

[scarytello]

Hey, hi- I feel weird about requesting as a writer myself but oh well. I’m tired.

Cloaca-dick Donnie getting pegged? 👀

@everythingbutdragons

I am being SPOILED with requests! This is very exciting to me as there aren't nearly enough fics where Donnie gets pegged.

[SQUARE PEG, ROUND HOLE ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ SUB!DONNIE X DOM!GN READER]

CONTAINS: PEGGING, PRAISE KINK, CLOACA SEX, VOICE KINK, HEAVY NSFW. MINORS DNI!

"Donnie, are you sure you're ready? You've been pacing for like, an hour!" You ask the softshell mutant in front of you, and his drawn on eyebrows furrow.

"I am, I promise, I'm just nervous is all. I've never been... Well, penetrated there before. At least, not with anything more substantial than a few fingers..." He trails off, face flushed a deep red already.

"Okay babe, how about you sit down on the bed and I get you nice and ready first? That sound good to you?" You ask, voice soft and sweet. You place a hand on his thigh to ease his nerves, and he nods.

"Good boy! Take your bandana off for me too, okay? I wanna see your entire face when I fuck you."

Donnie shudders and squeezes his thighs together, slit tightening as his cock twitches in interest. He nods, and carefully undoes his bandana and places it on the bedside table.

"Close your eyes now, okay darling? I want you to just relax and listen to my voice."

He swallows loudly, the pet names sounding as sweet as syrup coming from your mouth.

"O-okay."

He closes his eyes, picking up the sound of you putting the harness on. He doesn't know what dildo you'll pick, but-

He gasps sharply as your fingers slide across his wet slit, and he feels his cock throbbing inside of its pouch.

"Don't drop, okay baby? Be a good boy for me and let me play with your pretty pussy!" You croon, sucking a hickey onto his jawbone.

Donnie is so hard that it hurts, but he obeys.

He keeps his eyes closed as you lift his hips and place a pillow under them, and he nearly chokes as you suddenly blow on his leaking slit before licking a long stripe up it.

"O-oh, oh fuck..." He gasps, hands gripping the bedsheets as you forcefully spread his legs.

"You're so pretty down here, I can't help myself.." You slowly insert a finger into his cloaca, the tightness increasing with Donnie's cock trapped in inside. He's practically pouring slick, the sweet heady scent filling the air. He lets out the cutest gasps and whines as you eat him out while fingering him open, arousal burning bright in your abdomen.

"You're so wet, are you that excited already? You want my cock, baby?" You purr, and Donnie lets out a high trill.

"Yes, I- I want it. Please?" He asks, and you can't help but coo at his politeness.

You kiss him between his eyebrows, and line up the strap against his cloaca.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay Don? You can open your eyes if you want."

He nods and his eyes flutter open as the tip pops in, a soft gasping moan accompanying it.

"Oh, it- It feels weird." He says, hips grinding ever so slightly downwards.

"Weird good?"

Donnie nods, whining as you sink in deeper.

"It- It's so thick, I-" He mumbles and buries his face into your neck, panting heavily.

"Ah, It feels good, it feels so good..." Donnie nips at your collarbone, sharp canines catching on the thin skin. He rolls his hips further down, urging you deeper and deeper until he gasps sharply.

"Oh, oh fuck, It-" A wave of slick coats the strap as Donnie moans. "It's touching my cock, the- Fuck, it's right there-"

You thrust your hips experimentally, and relish in the high keen that comes from the softshell.

"Yeah? It feels good, doesn't it baby? You like my cock?"

Donnie nods, cloaca throbbing with pleasure and heat, a coil already beginning to tighten in his abdomen.

It's so big and thick and /deep/ that Donnie knows that if he reached down he could feel it bulge his soft plastron.

"Move, I need you to move, please?" He asks nicely because he's /good/, he's a good boy, and good boys ask nicely.

You chuckle at how needy he suddenly is and he clings to you even harder as you begin to fuck him in earnest.

The cutest little sounds escape from him, high moans and soft whiny gasps, and you can /hear/ how wet he is with every thrust.

His back arches, shell barely even touching the bed as his legs wrap around your waist. You keep your thrusts gentle yet deep, unraveling him bit by bit.

Your strap presses hard against something inside his cloaca, and Donnie sobs and shakes.

"Oh baby, was that your cock?" You already know the answer, and Donnie just lets out a shaky whine.

"Please, please, I'm close.." His eyelashes are damp with tears of pleasure, both his slit and thighs sticky with the amount of slick and precum coated on them, his claws digging into your back.

"Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock like a good boy?"

Donnie whimpers, hips trying to meet your thrusts as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Yeah, 'm gonna cum, gonna-" A sob of pleasure interrupts his words as you hit a particularly sweet spot inside him. "Fuck, deeper, please, need it just a little deeper!"

"You want my cock even deeper? Want me to fuck you full until you get bred?"

Donnie keens, desperation coloring his movements as he frantically rolls his hips.

"Yes, fuck me full, breed me! 'M gonna cum, please, can I? Can I cum?" He hiccups, whorish moans being punched out of him with every deep thrust.

"Go on baby, cum for me, you've been so good. You're so pretty like this, fuck, I love you!"

You pull him into a kiss right as his orgasm hits, wave after wave of slick and cum gushing from his cloaca as he screams and moans into your mouth. His face is stained with years, and he drops the moment you pull out. He's still coming, and you wrap your hand around his cock as he sobs and shakes.

"Go on baby, gimme another one, you can do it! You're so good, so handsome, all mine!" You pepper kisses across his face as he drools, fucking your hand.

You can feel Donnie's cock throb, can hear his claws tearing the sheets, a string of chirps and trills leaving him as his eyes roll back.

"There we go, you gonna cum again for me? Go on, I know you can!"

"F-fuck, I-" You twist your wrist and press a finger against the head of his cock, cutting him off as he gasps sharply and scratches at his thighs.

"Come on baby, come on.." You nip at his neck, leaving a string of bitemarks before you clamp your jaw around the junction between his neck and shoulder.

Donnie keens and cums again, ropes of cum coating his plastron and your hand as you work him through it. He shakes, mouth open in a silent scream, cock jumping as you milk him for what feels like a full minute.

When you finally take your hands off his cock he's panting like he's run a marathon, covered in his own slick and cum.

You kiss him sweetly on the forehead and wipe him down gently, and he falls asleep into blissful dreams.

[twilightarc-gm]

A Desperate Need for the Impossible

by twilightarc

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian

Characters: Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Yunmeng Jiang Ensemble (Modao Zushi), Gusu Lan Disciples (Modao Zushi)

Additional Tags:

MXTX Monsterfucker Week 2024, animal hybrid, Naga Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Human Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Established Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Thirsty Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Fantastical Anatomy, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Cultivation Mechanics, Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze Live, Location: Lotus Pier (Modao Zushi), Location: Cloud Recesses (Módào Zǔshī), Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian-centric, POV Third Person Limited, Present Tense, Eventual Smut, Cloaca, Anal Sex, Interspecies Sex, Size Kink, Cock Warming, Anal Plug, Mating Rituals, Blow Jobs, Work In Progress ​

Summary:

Wèi Wúxiàn's relationship with Jiāng Chéng is a bit unusual even for the Yúnmèng Jiāng Clan. Yes, humans volunteer to be paired with one of the clan, using meditative (read: very platonic) dual cultivation to enact the principles of Yin and Yang, furthering the other's cultivation—a practice considered taboo by other yāojīng clans.

But Wèi Wúxiàn has been much more than platonic with Jiāng Chéng for a few years now. It's great! Unfortunately there are a few issues cropping up and one small (big?) issue is: Wèi Wúxiàn would just really like to take it all the way between them and experience everything Jiāng Chéng has to offer. The problem is the incompatible anatomy. So how does a human like him mate with a snake yāojīng like Jiāng Chéng? ​

Words: 24,724 | Chapters: 4/? | Language: English | Published: 2024-03-27

[grimowled]

can we have some info on your stolas? any special headcanons? how old is he? cis, trans, nonbinary? cloaca, cock, or stolas-ussy? give us some details! :)

V. STOLAS OF THE ARS GOETIA - ASSORTED PHYSIOLOGY AND PSYCHOLOGY

small disclaimer: there is a fair bit of canon divergence

in the mortal world stolas can morph at will into an human, a barn owl or a raven. when summoned via circle, however, he will initially appear in his eldritch demon form.

his eldritch demon form resembles a dire raven crossed with an owlbear.

given who stolas is in lore, mine is canon-divergent when it comes to age. he's young but not that young, so he's around 5000 years old. in my view hell years work differently from earth years, so it is entirely possible to go with the canon narrative that he is around 37 hell years old.

his birthday is november 11 so he is a scorpio

he is a hellborn demon, meaning he wasn't among the angels who fell with lucifer, but he is of angelic descent, as paimon's son.

apex predator: my default portrayal of stolas emphasises the shrewd, callous, manipulative and obsessive side of the demon prince, similar to the pilot, as well as the darker side of his infernal duties and insight into his powers and knowledge as an ars goetia.

courtship: stolas will use his great wealth to lavish gifts excessively, take you to see the stars, give spontaneous protection and stalk obsessively. if you're a sinner or a lower ranked demon, he may or may not attempt to coax you into making a deal to give him your soul, just so he can properly own you.

avian behaviours: these are usually curbed by the manners and etiquette he abides by. but generally speaking, stolas exhibits owl behaviours such as a variety of owl noises, feather preening, nipping and grooming others whom he's intimate with as a sign of affection.

on the mortal realm he prefers to be active at night time, the best time for sky gazing.

when it comes to food habits, he is omnivorous but his preference is an assortment of small animals that he swallows whole, unless he is in public or at a dinner party. he prefers his meat rare/raw.

he doesn't consume any dairy - he will opt for plant based varieties.

he really dislikes garlic.

owl features: he doesn't have any teeth in his default form, but has a sharp beak and a very long tongue.

stolas has excellent hearing and a well trained singing voice.

he can rotate his head to a maximum of 270 degrees in either direction, and he tilts it owlishly when he's particularly curious.

he is covered in coal-grey plumage, with white tufts on his chest and black tips on his tail and talons.

some parts of his body, like the palms of his hands, have tiny downy feathers - which is more like fur, but infinitely softer.

gender and sexuality: stolas identifies as a cis-male, and he is pansexual.

stolas has a cloaca by default, however he does not engage in a cloacal kiss for breeding as he does not deem it the most logistically efficient for that function in his form; he can therefore conjure a penile appendage to facilitate intercourse and breeding, and it will depend on his and his partner's preference whether he will do so or not.

unlike a regular avian cloaca, his own is a slit of folds between his thighs covered by a tuft of tiny downy feathers. it is capable of self-lubricating.

when conjured, his penis is long, slim and well proportioned to his lanky body. it is obviously featherless.

he is a power bottom-leaning switch.

lust is among his favourite sins for a reason - he does enjoy indulging in his cravings and desires.

he has a vast personal library of erotica, from art to novels.

kinks? he is old and has a few. just ask ;) praiseeeee

want to know what he's really like in the sheets? well, then get to work.

[cyberrat]

Just saw this twitter thread with a comic about a knight getting just the juiciest fattest cloaca magicked by a sorcerer and I didn‘t want it to become a kink but here we are.

If I find it again I‘ll link to it

[tqxky]

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Breed The Monster - Tachibana x Shikishima

Summary - Koichi tries working but his hybrid Godzilla puppy Tachibana is in heat and wants his cock (this is canon btw trust me)

Warnings - slight dub con, cloaca sex, breeding kink, biting, blood, oral, impregnation, handjob, tachibana in heat, godzilla hybrid tachibana, hybrid breeding

A/N - i wrote this for my friend on AO3 and decided to repost it here, sorry for any spelling mistakes, i had 1 hour to write this lol, so its not proof read, enjoy!!

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Koichi was sitting by the table in the living room, he was hastily working on writing a letter - he hadn't been to work in a week, and didn't really want to get fired, the situation was just... complicated, currently.

Koichi looked to the side, seeing his friend, well, *friend*, more like partner, Tachibana, sleeping in the corner of the room, his big, strong body curled up like a cat, then, Koichi's eyes landed on that massive, muscular tail of his, it was pretty overwhelming, living with someone like that, after Noriko had infected Tachibana with the g cells, everything had changed in Koichi's life.

Tachibana had his own place to live, of course, but he basically had to be with Koichi, why? Well, he is in heat, its very intense for Koichi, since hes the only one able to keep Tachibana 'occupied', which is why he hasnt been to work in a week, nor has he seen Noriko or Akiko, who have been staying with Sumiko.

Koichi almost jumped up as he heard a loud groan, he looked at Tachibana, who seemed to be waking up, his tail was swishing slowly and his limbs stretched, he was so massive, Tachibana was already big before, of course, but after what the g cells did, he was easily 2 meters tall, bigger, even.

Koichi went back to his letter, trying to finish it up when he felt a large, clawed hand on his arm, he froze, and turned around, Tachibana's tired looking face next to him, he placed his head on top of Koichi's, like a cat showing affection as he purred.

'Ah... Good morning...'

Koichi reached up, stroking Tachibana's hair. The older man was pressed with his chest against Koichi's back, causing Koichi to feel the vibrations from Tachibana's purring through his body, Tachibana let out a soft whine, pressing his face into Koichi's neck. Koichi squeaked when he felt something hard against his lower back, knowing exactly what it was.

'Tachibana-san, what are you -'

His voice was cut off when Tachibana grabbed him and pinned him with his back down against the floor, his heart started racing as Tachibana climbed onto him, his face between his neck and shoulder, while his hard, big hemipene pressed against Koichi's leg through his trousers, rubbing himself against the younger man, Koichi let out a whimper, feeling Tachibana leaking through the fabric of his clothing, noticing his arousal.

Tachibana growled, rubbing himself against him, 'Koichi, please...'

Hearing that made Koichi's own member harden, Tachibana never called him by his first name like that.

Koichi gasped when he felt Tachibana's shaking hands force his pants down in one swift motion, Koichi's cock springing free, he wasn't big or anything, but it was never something he was insecure about, neither Noriko or Tachibana seemed to love him any less even tho he wasn't to impressive.

He let out a moan as Tachibana placed his massive hand on Koichi's small member, easily cupping him whole. His big, rough fingers wrapping around Koichi's cock, stroking him at a rapid pace, Koichi was rock hard, the red tip of his cock visible each time Tachibana's fingers moved up and down, there were loud thudding noises as Tachibana slapped his large tail repeatedly against the ground.

'Tachibana-san... Hmph~! What are you doing... I thought you wanted me to- Ah~! F- Fuck you...'

Koichi could barely speak, his body tingling as he felt his climax building up, unable to contain his moans and whimpers.

'I know... You can have me later... I just wanted to touch you...' Tachibana growled, his voice low as he looked up at Koichi, he could feel him getting closer, deciding to finish it by leaning down and taking Koichi's dick into his mouth, his big, rough tongue licking Koichi's cock from the base to the tip, swishing his tail excitedly, Koichi couldn't keep it in anymore as he reached his climax, shooting his warm, sticky cum into Tachibana's mouth, who swallowed it eagerly.

Koichi was panting, letting out a whine when his cock left Tachibana's mouth, he looked up at the older man, who had a bit of the juices on his chin.

Tachibana whined like a little puppy, placing his head on Koichi's chest, he clearly wanted more, and Koichi was ready to give it to him.

'Get on all fours, you clearly havent calmed down yet.'

Tachibana swished his tail with excitement, getting off Koichi and getting on all fours, his butt in the air. Koichi could practically smell his arousal as he pushed Tachibana's tail outside and grabbed his pants, pulling it down and revealing his bare body, Koichi felt his breath hitch, holding his own cock and giving it a couple strokes to get it ready again, then, Koichi made a realisation.

Tachibana growled, the tip of his tail twitching as he spoke in a whiny voice.

'Just... Please fuck me...'

Koichi sighed and nodded, feeling his cock harden again at those words. He stepped closer and grabbed Tachibana's tail, with difficulty, he placed it on his shoulder, wincing at how heavy it was, but atleast it wasnt in the way.

Koichi pressed his hard dick against Tachibana's wet hole, feeling his body tensing, before sliding into his cloaca, Tachibana whined, his walls clenching around the sudden intrusion. Koichi started thrusting in and out of him, loving the sounds Tachibana was making.

'K- Koichi.. Ah, fuck-!'

Tachibana groaned, moving back against Koichi, causing his dick to go in deeper.

'P- Please... Breed me, Koichi... I want your seed...'

That single sentence awakened something in Koichi, he was determined to make Tachibana, to give him little hybrid babies...

Koichi leaned down so his chest was against Tachibana's back, he bit down onto Tachibana's shoulder, causing him to let out a whine. Even tho they had fucked many times already, there was still something about being inside Tachibana's new cloaca that made it feel different everytime, in a good way. His cock slid into him with ease, tickling Tachibana's insides.

He was biting down on Tachibana's shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood, as his cock pumped in and out of him, the room filling with Koichi's growls and pants, and Tachibana's whines and whimpers.

Koichi's cock twitched slightly, knowing he was close, he bit down harder, causing a bit of blood to drip down from Tachibana's skin, then, he let out a low growl as he finished, shooting his seed into Tachibana's body. He let go from his shoulder, collapsing onto the floor from exhaustion.

Tachibana moved to lay down besides Koichi, his head on the younger man's chest, both of them panting.

'Thank you, Koichi...'

Tachibana nuzzled his face into Koichi's chest, purring softly, Koichi stroked his hair.

'You're welcome... I feel like the captain won't mind if i dont come to work, i had to keep my mate busy, after all...'

[crypticdesire]

Honestly would love to see a top reader and bottom Kifaji similar w/the breeding/pregnancy kinks going on in the Mozus Trein fic, considering no one gives enough love to the bird man :,,,)

oh anon i love you for this ask 🩷

this is kifaji from twisted wonderland that anon is talking about:

i've seen kifaji before but i didn't look into his character since he was in a jp server event and ngl i didn't know if i'd like him with him being based off of zazu from the lion king. i like/don't mind that zazu is stern, diplomatic, and loyal; however, i'm not the biggest fan of his pompous attitude, temper, and panic induced irritability

BUT with that being said, out of respect for a fellow appreciator of old men, i couldn't not look more into kifaji since you like him, and i was pleasantly surprised !! i don't really mind twst spoilers, especially when it comes to events, so i read a translation of the tamashina-mina event to get to know kifaji's character (which can be found here if anyone else is interested)

!! warning !! a couple of very minor spoilers ahead for that event, which aren't related to the event's plot

like i mentioned before, i was afraid that i would find his character annoying but i'm glad you made me challenge that assumption bc there were so many golden moments in the event, especially relating to kifaji's relationship to leona!!

i loved the fact that he taught leona chess and the fact that kid leona cried when he lost to kifaji. too adorable ��� and seeing his dynamic with leona and cheka made me think it is totally plausible that kifaji could have some major mommy potential and baby fever hehe. and i already know i'd have so much fun writing dialogue for him given what i read in the event

so anon, thanks to you, i will definitely be writing a fic for kifaji ! i don't officially take requests but i'd like to write something you'd like, since you brought this breedable bird man to my attention. i know you mentioned breeding kink and pregnancy kink, but i also know my trein fic had other kinks like emeto and piss so feel free to lmk if there's other kinks you want or not want included :))

also the fact that kifaji is a bird man sent me down a rabbit hole looking at mating habits of african red-billed hornbills, so i'm gonna ramble about that for a sec bc i was getting multiple fic ideas based off of what i found...

first of all, i was surprised i didn't know until now that only 3% of bird species have external sex organs. apparently while they're embryos they have a gene that stops cells from developing a penis. some scientists think this evolution happened bc females preferred males with smaller penises so they could have more control over who they'd pick as a mate (🗣️ make some noise for micro penises 🫶)

also fun side note: birds with a penis get an erection from lymphatic fluid instead of a rush of blood, which means they have trouble keeping an erection and only last a few seconds during copulation (veryyyy old man coded with the great combo of erectile dysfunction + low stamina + quick to cum)

birds without external sex organs just have an avian vent/cloaca that swells and sticks out during mating season. their copulation is referred to as a "cloacal kiss" bc they just rub their cloacas together to stimulate the flow of sperm into the female's cloaca. they only have one sex position where the male perches on top of the female who moves their feathers to one side to expose their cloaca (i can't be the only one that reads that and thinks of hairy t4t sex right?)

they have sex several times for about a week to ensure the sperm takes and, for african red-billed hornbills, the male finds the nest site

the rest of this is also specific to the african red-billed hornbills where they make a nest in a natural cavity and the female is blocked inside by a plaster of mud until the eggs hatch. they just leave a narrow opening for the male to put food into. (some inspo for some stuffing ideas) the females also moult while they're stuck inside and regrow their feathers back when they leave the nest after the hatching

so yeah that info is giving me lots of thoughts and ideas for the old bird man👍

[specksizedgoddess]

I gotta say, i think you’ve introduced me to some new kinks i couldnt have even imagined! I can’t help but imagine my partner as a sly snake girlboy where I can cuddle up in their cloaca between her two cocks!

hun, this is the HIGHEST compliment you could have given me. its my goal to make everyone kinky and tiny!!!!

... also I REALLY like that, hun, such a wonderful fantasy- the only thing better then cuddling ONE penis, cuddling TWO!!!!