#cw: blade

[sofancydancy]

The grip his stomach has on me is insane--

Hi!! Editing to thank you all so much and to say the finished version is now in the replies/with the link! 💜

[jo3ydr3w]

The Host did a thing.

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[ren-054]

*slowly takes out a handful of bird seed*

[mcnostril]

CW: The bloody consequences of overconfidence.

There is one ability in all of Longevous Circuit that every Tarnished dreads, but with skill it too can be overcome. The deadly hubris, however, is unavoidable.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

𓂃 ࣪⋆💿˚ ༘ . HIT IT RAW !

✿ tws : multi-fandom men x fem!reader. nsfw/smut, creampie, dubcon, hair pulling, chocking, rough s*x, possessiveness & obsession, crying & tearing during s*x, mocking and humiliation.

CRUEL MEN… who seize control without hesitation, their strength undeniable as he slams his cock inside you with no warning. There’s no tenderness, no patience—only the raw, unrelenting force of his desire as he claims what’s his. Your breath catches in your throat, a sharp gasp torn from your lips as your body struggles to keep up, your mind reeling from the sudden intrusion.

“Too late to back out now,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement as he grips your waist, fingers pressing bruises into your skin. “You can take it.”

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, doesn’t offer you a moment to process—because he doesn’t need to. You’re his, meant to be used, meant to be molded to his will, and he makes sure you understand that with every brutal thrust. Your protests dissolve into choked whimpers, swallowed by the overwhelming mix of fear and something darker, something addictive that coils in your stomach.

“You’re shaking,” he muses, his pace never faltering. “Does it hurt? Or do you like it?”

His grip tightens as he pulls you onto him again and again, taking what he wants without a second thought. He fucks you like he owns you, like he has no intention of ever letting you go. The sheer intensity leaves you dizzy, toes curling, pleasure and pain blurring together into something that steals the air from your lungs.

“Look at you,” he groans, voice thick with satisfaction as he watches you crumble beneath him. “Fucking perfect when you’re like this.”

You’re helpless, trapped in the heat of his body, lost in the dizzying force of his dominance. And yet, even as he pushes you past your limits, even as your body trembles from the force of his claim, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. Because there’s something intoxicating about his cruelty, about the way he takes without asking, leaving you with no choice but to surrender.

His cock drives deep inside you, stretching you open with every brutal thrust. There’s no hesitation in the way he takes you—only raw, ruthless desire. Your pussy clenches around him, trying to keep up, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t let up, only fucks you harder, making sure you feel every inch of him.

“Fuck,” you gasp, fingers gripping onto anything for support, but it’s useless. He’s relentless, his cock slamming into you over and over, the wet sounds of your pussy only spurring him on.

“That’s right,” he chuckles darkly, one hand sliding up to grab your tits, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples until you whimper. “So fucking sensitive. You like this, don’t you?”

You try to deny it, but the way your body reacts betrays you. Every time he buries himself to the hilt, your clit throbs, the pleasure mixing with the sharp sting of his rough treatment. It’s overwhelming—the way he uses you, the way he claims you without mercy.

“Say it,” he growls, leaning in close, breath hot against your ear. His pace never falters, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs. “Say you love it when I fuck you like this.”

You barely manage a whimper, your mind foggy, your body too lost in the sensations to think. But he won’t let you off that easily. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your legs shake.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice dripping with dominance.

“I—” Your voice breaks, another sharp thrust making you cry out. “I love it… I love it when you fuck me like this.”

“Good girl.” His smirk is nothing short of wicked as he fucks you harder, faster, making sure you understand exactly who you belong to.

His hand tangles in your hair without warning, yanking your head back so you’re forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, filled with something possessive—something dangerous. You barely have time to gasp before his other hand wraps around your throat, fingers tightening just enough to make your breath hitch.

“There it is,” he murmurs, watching as you tremble beneath him. “That little look in your eyes… You’re scared, aren’t you?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip keeps you still. The truth is, you are scared. The way he’s fucking you—relentless, merciless, like he doesn’t care if it’s too much—has your body torn between fear and something far more dangerous. Your pussy clenches around his cock involuntarily, and he groans, his fingers tightening around your throat in response.

“Liar,” he breathes, his grip flexing just enough to make you lightheaded. “Your body tells me everything I need to know.”

His cock slams into you again, hitting that spot that makes you see stars, and your moan is choked by the pressure around your throat. His pace is brutal, your slick dripping down your thighs as he takes everything he wants, stretching you past your limits. Your tits bounce with every thrust, and he watches them hungrily, his hand sliding down to squeeze one roughly.

“Look at you,” he sneers, voice thick with amusement. “You act so innocent, but your pussy’s sucking me in like you were made for this.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure builds unbearably fast, your clit throbbing from the way he’s fucking you so deep, so rough. His fingers slide between your legs, rubbing cruel circles around your clit, and your whole body jolts.

“N-No—” you gasp, trying to squirm away, but he only tightens his grip in your hair, holding you still.

“No?” he echoes mockingly, dragging your body flush against his. “You think you have a choice, baby?” His voice is low, dark, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine. And I’ll take whatever I want.”

His grip tightens around your throat again, just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. Your body is burning, trembling from the overwhelming pleasure as his cock pounds into you mercilessly. It’s too much, too intense, but you can’t stop the way your body responds—the way your pussy clenches around him, the way your hips instinctively roll to meet his thrusts.

“That’s right,” he groans, feeling you tighten around him. “You can fight it all you want, but in the end, you’ll still cum on my cock like a good little slut.”

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 : FLAME REAVER, Blade, SUKUNA, Fyodor?, Panatalone, Scaramouche, DOTTORE, Capitano + your faves !

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[aarontveit]

SCREAM | 1996 dir. Wes Craven

[catscidr]

// taking care of your dogboy (hsr edition!) //

i. note — sry i havent been posting yall i got a job + ive been working on three cosplays at the same time bc my local con is coming up lmao (´ཀ`」 ∠) however the brainrot never stops. it only takes a break. a little break of approximatively. a month. ish. ......... anyways dog hybrid hsr boys brainrot !!! lmk if we want more of this with more boys •ᴗ• comments and asks are appreciated hehe ii. includes — blade, gepard, boothill and gn!reader iii. cw — slice of life stuff turning into smut, possessive behaviour, overstim, slight dom/sub dynamics, real messy stuff, manhandling. use of the word "hole" to keep reader gender neutral iv. wc — 1,9k

blade is a mutt riddled in scars and dirty bandages from living on the streets and fighting to survive.

you think he might be some german shepherd mix, but he refuses to let you swab his teeth n gums for a dna test (last time you tried you narrowly avoided a punch to the face. he apologized in his own way afterwards), so whenever people ask, just say he’s a rescue to avoid revealing that you actually just… don’t really know what breed he is. they usually drop the subject and simply go on their merry way, seeing as he wasn’t the type of pup to appreciate affection from strangers anyways– it’s rare for you to leave the house in the first place, though.

you had to switch to a remote job because blade is just so persistent when it comes to you. although possessive is a much better descriptor, because he doesn’t let anyone near you. whenever you leave to get groceries he ends up practically breathing down your neck from how close he gets— acting as if he were your literal shadow— glaring at everyone that gets too close to you. you’ve made it a habit to always go to self-checkout lane so blade doesn’t scare off the cashiers.

the second you get home he’s all over you, determined to rid you of that outside stench and replace it with his own. you started packing your grocery bags in a way that nothing will break if (read: when) you suddenly drop them on the floor, all because you’re so familiar with blade’s impatience.

he holds you still by engulfing your body with his, knees caging your hips as he grinds into you, shallow and deep. blade’s growls and huffs fill your ears just as much as his cock fills your hole, his knot kissing your tightness from the outside.

“do you like this? like how i have to fuck you every time you decide to go outside again when you could stay here,” with me blade omits, his tail swishing back and forth on the bedsheets behind him, the sound just barely grounding you to reality.

your grocery bags were long forgotten on the foor (as they usually are), your mind too foggy to function. clawing at the sheets, you try to crawl away from blade’s grip— to no avail.

he tuts, craning his head to bite down onto the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “i might just need to mark you for extra precaution,” he bucks into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. you hear squelching, the constant plap! plap! plap! from his thighs smacking against your ass and whine, broken babbles leaving your kiss-bruised lips.

“b-blade, y’can’t- ah,” he shushes you by plugging you full of his lengthy cock, his knot almost threatening to press inside of you. you whimper, feeling lightheaded from a mix of both nervousness and arousal.

he soothes the hickey he left on your neck, licking it languidly as he stills to bask into the way your hole throbs around him. warm and tight and oh so tempting.

“shit, wanna fill you. wanna… have everyone know they can’t have you. you’re mine, mine to love ‘n mine to fuck,” you’re not lucid enough to process his thinly veiled confession, too busy writhing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to get him to continue moving.

you might want to invest into some good concealer or into those skin coloured tattoo patches to cover the bruises and bite marks blade’ll leave on you if you want to continue being a functioning member of society. you can’t really be walking around in public as if a dog had just mauled you right before you left the house, can you?

gepard is a golden retriever because of COURSE he is. similarly to blade, he likes to invade your personal space a lot— not because he’s possessive, but because he’s extremely protective of you.

the random bruises you used to randomly notice on your body faded as soon as he came into your life. gepard’s soft, lingering touches healed them; gently placing a hand on your hip before you bump into sharp furniture so it doesn’t hit you, redirecting your head to his shoulder as you nod-off in the train before you bang your head, and so on.

it’s a full-time job and he’s working 24/7, always on the lookout for anything that could possibly hurt you as you saunter off… wherever, without a care in the world— because he took care of everything!

he would clean the apartment for you, cook (though you usually insist you do the cooking; a human doesn’t have the same taste in food as a hybrid), and even act as your own personal alarm clock. gone were the days of being woken up by loud, blaring beeping. gepard woke you up with forehead kisses instead, making your mornings much more pleasant.

but poor geppie, he’s always taking care of you; so take care of him, won’t you?

every so often you’ll sit in his lap to help him get rid of whatever stress he held in his body. your hands will knead at the muscles in his broad shoulders, all while you simultaneously kiss away the strain in his face. his brows are furrowed as you do your best to soothe his muscles; you never forget to smooch his cheek, nose and the corner of his lips.

though the attention and gentle acts of affection always ends with your hands lower than they should be.

“ah ah, no touching, remember?” you murmur in his ear playfully. you had been at it for what felt like hours; gepard’s cock and abdomen was smeared with the remnants of his cum, skin tacky from his previous loads. your hand shows no sign of stopping, not even when he begged oh so sweetly.

“c-come onn. just… jus’ wanna kiss…” and who were you to deny your sweet boy? your lips find his in a heartbeat, his tongue swiping over your own sloppily as he breathes you in like a depraved man.

the only condition you had when you did this was for him to keep his hands to himself— at least until you both decide to move on to something else. until then, his fists clench the sheets beneath the both of you, and his ears stay flat on his fluffy head.

“i’m… i’m close again, g- aah, please, please…!” he begs, cock weeping precum as you continuously jerk him off. you smile, absentmindedly rocking your hips to the rhythm you held him prisoner to— gepard was too engulfed in the warmth of your hand to notice, anyways. “cum whenever you want sweet boy,” you purr, and he keens as he buries his face in your neck, his hips lifting off the bed ever so slightly as they meet your hand and he thrusts, riding the high of his orgasm.

sticky cum coats your hand for the nth time; you relent your grip on his cock for his sake, instead choosing to shower him with chaste kisses all over his face. gepard whines, taking ahold of your waist weakly as he breathes into the crook of your neck.

“geppie, your han-“ he cuts you off, swiftly switching positions so you’re now laying on your back as he hovers over you, chest rising and falling quickly, catching his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. gepard’s tail wags slowly behind him as his hands creep up from your waist to your chest just as slowly- you feel his cock harden against your pelvis, precum spilling from his pinky tip.

“‘ts my turn now,” he huffs, leaning down to nip at your neck.

boothill is the most obnoxious dalmatian hybrid you’ve ever seen (not that you’ve seen many, or at all). but he’s made your life so fun so you can’t be too mad at him

he’s always dragging you out of bed to go do something— could be going to the park nearby or sit in the living room playing video games on your dusty console, it doesn’t matter because he’ll MAKE you step out of your cozy nest!!

you’re glad he’s friendly, because you’re not sure how you would handle such an excited hybrid when you left the house. people come up to the both of you to chat and he indulges their questions, essentially leading the conversation (while you stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to say).

boothill is also great with kids, unexpectedly. 9 times out of 10 when you go to the park he ends up playing with someone’s child, bright smile on his face as he messes up their hair with a rough hand. they’ll throw a frisbee for him to go catch and he’ll do it happily, or he’ll even… teach them how to beat people up.

(you stare mortified as he teaches a little girl how to throw a proper punch only for her to then punch her parent when she leaves boothill’s side. you go up to them and apologize profusely, forcing boothill to bow with you.)

he also loves to help you out, even though he’s not the greatest at household chores— but he definitely tries! though he is a stellar cook, which never fails to surprise you whenever he’s on dinner duty. he just… really sucks at everything else.

it’s… mostly because he just has so much energy. he sweeps the floor? nope, he’s picking off the pieces of the broom off of the floor because he accidentally broke it. he’s fixing your bed? nuh uh, you’re throwing out the ruined bedsheets because he accidentally tore them to shreds somehow.

so, with all of these accidents happening because he’s just brimming with energy 24/7, you started purposely exhausting him. or, rather, gave him the green light to exhaust you until he tires himself out.

“booth-aah, w-wait, you’re being too…!” you fall over on top of his hard chest, keening at the new angle his cock reached inside of you. he repeated his assault on the spot that made you see stars as your jaw gaped, broken moans leaving your lips.

“don’t tell me y’re tapping out.. haa, already!” boothill grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. he throws his head back with a loud moan, abs tensing as he nears yet another climax— the 5th one of the night. maybe, maybe not. you lost count after the third one.

you bury your face into the crook of his neck, focusing on the feeling of his cock plugging you full instead of the soreness, the burn in your muscles that came from your knees holding you up on his lap.

watching you riding him will always be his favourite thing in the world, even if he always ends up fucking up into you and taking back control at the end of the night.

“gonna cu-uum…” you whine, clenching around his length almost painfully tightly, hearing his breathing hitch as an orgasm is ripped out of him in consequence to yours. boothill’s fingers dig into your ass, his hips lifting off the bed as he cums deep inside of your sloppy hole again, sticky fluid building up beneath the sheets.

you collapse on top of him fully, chest heaving against his own as you come back to your senses, slowly but surely. boothill’s ears perk up, hearing how your breathing had evening out.

“so… got another round in ya?”

[rabdoidal]

an autopsy of kipperlilly copperkettle

🔪 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🔪

[sofancydancy]

*slams fist on table* more body hair and more light--

[jo3ydr3w]

ImNotaCasuality clips as our system

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[mikufigureoftheday]

🩹Today's Miku figure is:🩹

Metal Blade Ya Koiiro Byoutou garage kit ver. (2013)

[call-me-chips]

Alrighty, I'm doing one of these note challenge thingies cuz I lack ✨️Le motivations✨️

I shall edit and update this as the goals get reached and I shall try to post my results where applicable. (Goal not yet reached, Goal reached and is in process, Goal reached and is completed)

10 notes: I drink water (Water consumed. Scrumptious.)

25 notes: I tidy my art space (Done)

40 notes: I practice drawing anatomy

50 notes: I draw someone's oc

65 notes: I tidy my room

80 notes: I finish my half done cosplay

95 notes: I go on walks regularly (even tho it's freezing and there's a ton of snow)

100 notes: I brush my teeth every day

115 notes: I try to drive more (cuz I'm totally not scared of icy roads hehe...)

125 notes: I edit and post a cringey angst fic I wrote 2ish years ago

150 notes: I actually try with my language learning

165 notes: Really work on oc story

180 notes: I throw out my old blade (I can't find it, so that's either a good thing or an IMMEASURABLY bad thing)

195 notes: I get better with my eating habits (Tis slightly better :D)

200 notes: I stop hurting myself for a week (Failed, trying again) (Failed again) (Ok, I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna have to deem this one undoable. Maybe next note challenge)

240 notes: I come out to my aunt next time I see her

250 notes: I come out to my one supportive friend

500 notes: I try to finish the Sero fic I'm might abandon

1k notes: I post kitten pics of Cody :3

Holy fuck tinkering with the colours was infuriating

If this gets enough attention I might consider coming out to my homophobic friend (They're really nice and accepting, but they don't agree with us)

Alrighty byee

[loudclan-clangen]

How did Wildfire and Fierce fall in love?

It was a lot of little things along the way, but this moment about three moons into their trip was probably the most pivotal. It's also how Fiercestripe got her scar!

This ask is pretty old but I was feeling inspired and had this idea formulated and wanted to draw this out. My science class is done so expect an ask-answering post tomorrow probably? And the new update just after Halloween!

[skitty-kirby]

I missed drawing my bois, I love them your honor

[anantaru]

jing yuan or blade.. size kink.. moans

size kink with jing yuan and your trembling thighs wrapped around his hips, he’s warm enough and comfy while being in between your knees. There‘s a fighting desire in him to worship you, of course, but when jing yuan notices you exceedingly struggling, your breath quickening when he attempts to drill in another inch of his stiff length— just one, but so unbelievably big and heavy that your face tilts up to look at him, eager and wanting, but pouty and desperate to have more of him in even though he had already increased the pressure. it‘s exposing you to the reality that he can give and rut into you, with the almost sweet scent of your arousal hanging in the air, jing yuan will still struggle to fuck you properly— he‘s growling into your neck from overstimulation, but he only wants you more.

size kink with blade as he squeezes around your chest, your sqishy mounds fitting ever so wonderfully against his palm. you choke upon your own very mewls and cries when blade pulls your hips into him, his thumb going all the way down your clit to stimulate you further, flicking his digit over the simmering spot— so you‘d get even wetter for him and make it somewhat easier for blade to access the deepest and most dearest parts of you. You give him enough space, parting your legs, your eyes half crazed with lust and love as he grinds into the thin entrance of your used pussy again. and fuck, the sight of it all— blade looks so good, so hot and sexy when his breath wafts against your hot flesh and dampens your neck as you stroke his long, coiling length with your dripping walls, wondering if he‘d cum on your pretty face next. maybe, if you ask nicely that is.

[snowdin-stims]

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