#flail snail

[oneshotsfunshots]

Homebrew D&D One Shot #11

I wrote this purely to use a Flail Snail mini I got for Christmas

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[tee-wells]

beautiful things are happening in dnd

[mouldy-gremlin]

Finally got around to firing up my 3d printer.

After many hours of cursing and googling as well as a few ritualistic sacrifices i finally got it to print successfully.

And now my child is born

Behold the greatest creature the monster manual has to offer! The glorious flail snail!

Gunk, a shiny shell, a bunch of flails, a beautiful smile... The list goes on.

I mean look at this lovely face.

Looking forward to getting some paint on it.

Haven't quite figured out how I'll do the shell yet, thinking the airbrush is gonna be seeing a lot of action.

The model is by Yasashii Kyojin Studio over on myminifactory.

Probably not exactly the colours I'll be going for but close enough

I also printed another figure at the same time but he'll have to wait until saturday before i post any pictures of him.

[catbatart]

Plan on doing this again next month with a new set of monsters, so enjoy some process videos from a bit ago in the meantime!

pls don't be mean to her

Inktober Day 28 of my RPG Monsters Inktober Prompt List!

Day 28 is the Flail Snail! A house favorite! Ever adorable, ever slimy! 

It was also super nice to get to be able to do a more simple design after a couple of days of intense detail.

[fidgetspringer-art]

The Shimmer Shields - Uniform design

[goylesnight]

I’m augmenting the “snail flail” miniature from WotK as a Krimble gift for a friend - Crafted eyes, a saddle and knapsack out of Green Stuff and carved out the lil <> mouth with a craft knife.

I have never painted miniatures before, so I naturally started with something simple like a dry brush zenithal base coat (this is sarcasm).

Honestly have no idea what I’m doing, but am having fun. Onto paint.

[geek-and-nina]

Cuirass and Cleaning

Jade found the catch beneath the collar of the Kymerian Cuirass, somewhere only she would have thought to look given the intimate closeness required to look. Luckily, they had just returned to the edge of the Wildwood and the closeness meant that when Kit collapsed, Jade was already right there to catch her. One moment, the princess had been wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, then she was limp in Jade's arms. It was like light had suddenly left her eyes and Jade was scooping the exhausted young woman up into her arms.

Halfway to the river, Jade had informed the others she would wash the layer of grime left behind off Kit in privacy when the Shield of the Empress began to wake up. She grumbled, her nose brushing against the familiar smell and texture of Jade's leather armor. She recognized that as safety and home. Kit’s eyes stayed closed. She opened them when she felt Jade set her down.

She was met with the sight of her knight peeling off her own armor, down to the grimy breastband and undershorts, before Jade returned to Kit and pulled the sweat-saturated tunic off of her, followed by her breeches, boots, and socks. Kit allowed it wordlessly, enjoying the feel of Jade’s hands on her exhausted body without the layer of scaled metal between them.

“You’re awake, love? How are you? How are you feeling?” Jade asked, tender hand brushing her cheek reverently, drawing Kit’s attention.

“Tired. So tired, also gay. You’re in your underwear.” Kit mumbled, her mouth not wanting to move in conjunction with her words.

“So are you, Princess. Will it be okay for me to wash you off in the river?” Jade asked, secretly relieved that she was left in a position where she had to ask for permission

“Jade, of course. You’re my… my knight.” Kit’s head lolled as she tried to hold her neck up of her own accord. “Anything requiring any muscle mass of mine might require more help of yours than usual.” Kit said after giving up any attempt at righting herself.

Jade smiled softly and affectionately, and with barely even a heavy exhale, lifted Kit off of the mossy bank adjacent to the river. Skin touched skin, both bodies slightly warmer than they ought to have been. The coldness of the water sent chills through the both of them as Jade carried Kit into the river. She kept the girl close to her chest, watching as what energy Kit had left was poured into clenching immediately against the sensation.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Jade said softly, almost inaudibly as she clutched Kit closely to her chest. She cupped water in her free hand and carried it to douse the mud caked at Kit’s temple and then worked her way down the princess’ body, getting her as clean as possible using only the one hand as the other held Kit to Jade’s body. 

Kit sighed in relief as each muscle relaxed beneath Jade’s touch, coming clean but also being released of its tension as it was reminded of its safety. Once she had been washed in her majority, she felt Jade turn her around and Kit’s chin hooked over her shoulder to hold her in place as Jade washed her back.

“Does that feel better?” Jade asked, doing her best to be as respectful of Kit as possible while also getting her as clean and clear of the nastiness that accumulated at the same time.

“Yeah, thanks Jade, sorry about this.” Kit said on a soft exhale, clearly a little embarrassed as energy began to return and some semblance of strength returned to her muscles.

“Don’t be. I enjoy taking care of you, especially when you’re incapacitated after one of the hardest and best fights I’ve ever seen you put up. I know the Cuirass caused this and that you didn’t mean for or know that it would happen. I’ve got you, Kit. I’ve always got you.” Jade reassured her. She had stopped cleaning Kit and they were just holding one another now, exhausted as the fear finally seeped away, and relief creeped in. They just enjoyed each other and the closeness and the privacy. “I’m so proud of you, Kit.”

Kit slung her arms around Jade’s shoulders as they finally felt usable again. “I was scared, Jade.”

“I know.” Jade replied into the crook of Kit’s neck. “You were so brave and beautiful.”

“Yeah, you were too.” Kit’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “Thank you for being there for me… protecting me when I didn’t know I needed it.”

“Always, love. Always.” Jade’s voice matched hers.

[mylordshesacactus]

[id: A picture of the Neothelid from Volo’s Guide To Monsters posted in a Discord chat. Under this is my fiance’s immediate reaction: “no i hate this i am going to order curse of strahd now SPECIFICALLY because of you doing this”]

I got Mordenkainen’s AND Volo’s for Christmas, so I am absolutely fucking LIVING right now.

The campaign groupchat is having slightly less fun.

[kozi-ism]

Made my husband Gary the Flail Snail for Christmas <3

[snurtle]

At the risk of sounding predictable (I am), I fucking love it when people show me snails and snail shaped things!!!!

I love snails!

[harborsart]

[justalitlecreacher]

We had a very brief body swap moment in my last DnD session, but most interestingly our Paladin wound up swapping with the team’s pet flail snail

Upon swapping everyone back the snail became human and that’s where we ended

[highvern]

Rough

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: Cheol’s hands, fingering, spitting, minor pain kink, pussy slapping, teasing/begging, thick dick cheol, unprotected sex, creampie, minor breeding kink, mating press, soft(ish) dom Cheol, strength kink, he’s wearing a watch and his chain, praise

Length: ~2k

Note: an ode to Cheol's hands, and his c*** i needed a cigarette while looking at pictures of his hands for this fic. everyone rot with me @gyuswhore @wonustars @ourdawnishotterthanourday @seokgyuu

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The lights of the TV illuminate you and your boyfriend’s intertwined forms resting on the sofa. Seungcheol’s hands busy themselves, fingers digging into the sore cords of muscle twisted along your legs. He thinks nothing of it, focused on the drama unfolding on screen while you focus on the cool metal of his watch licking just above your knee.

He smiles when you jump, the tickle of his fingers sending bubbling laughter into the space between you.

“What?” He asks, as if he doesn't have all your weak spots committed to memory.

“Nothing.” you mumble.

“Want me to stop?”

A shake of your head is the only reply Seungcheol needs before he pins your flailing limbs and goes about his business once again. 

His hands always feel incredible. They’re always warm, always gentle despite what lurks beneath the surface. And they’re always on you, in some way or another. 

The roughness of his palm or dig of his fingers are second nature after years of them glued to your body. Whether they’re holding you close or stroking across your cheek as he wakes you with sweet kisses. Heating the small of your back while he guides you in a crowd, or tangled with your own as he whispers his deepest secrets into the dark late at night. You love every part of him but his hands show you a million different ways he feels the same.

You try not to react as he massages up your thighs, the sinew of muscles seizing before they melt under his careful ministrations. 

Every sigh through your nose is a tell Seungcheol is well accustomed to; what you like and what you love. Because he knows you like when he focuses on the curve of your quad, or the meat of your calves until they’re putty.

But you love when he pushes his hand under your oversized shirt and stretches the muscles deeper inside until you vibrate with want.

“You’re not watching the movie.” He whispers into your ear, nose following the curve of your jaw to the place he knows drives you wild.

“I'm a little distracted right now.”

And just like that the thick fingers stuffed in your cunt freeze before retreating. You can’t close your thighs to stop it due to the hand pinning your leg down to his lap with bruising force. But he can’t prevent your free leg from kicking in protest as you beg him to stay.

Seungcheol pinches the inside of your thigh until it stings, “Stop.”

You know that tone. It’s the one that warns you if you keep going, you won’t get what you want; what you need. Seungcheol isn’t a stingy lover but he likes to play and this is his newest game. If you can play along long enough he’ll make it worth your while.

“Eyes on the TV.”

With a harsh swallow you turn back to the screen. Once your boyfriend is sure you won’t look away, his hand returns, three fingers stretching you at a snail's pace. When he’s worked them all in, no longer cautious of your initial discomfort, he stops; focused on curling up against that spot he’s always found with embarrassing ease; pressing until your legs shake and you actually do start dripping into his lap. If it wasn’t for the fabric of your shirt, he could see everything.

The hand on your thigh joins in, the pad of his finger drawing rough circles of your clit. It’s fast and it's dirty but you keep pretending to watch the TV while Suengcheol does as he wants. Your mind is so numb you don’t even realize he’s pushed away the blanket and ruched your shirt up your hips to leave you bare. Not until you hear him spit and feel it land on your exposed clit framed between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into the upholstery. “Please.”

But he’s not done yet. A swift slap to your pussy sends stars in your eyes and your body ten feet in the air if not for the man forcing you in place.

“Just relax, baby.”

You try. And Seungcheol respects your effort because every muscle he worked into submission over the past ten minutes jumps alive under your skin but you sit still in his lap and take what he gives you like he knows you can.

He kisses your cheek before whispering, “I love you.” 

Each word burns into your skin, licks through your blood. He loves you, and you love him and all he wants to do is take care of you. So you try and let him even if it means madness. 

Seungcheol watches you pretend to watch the movie once again, but your mind focuses on the sound of debauchery echoing between your thighs. If you looked down you know what you’d see. The way your pussy clings to his fingers with every stroke out, how they glisten with your arousal, every squeeze; everything. 

All the teasing is enough to make your eyes gloss. Especially when he adds a fourth finger and tells you how perfect you are, how you were made for him, and if you cum right now he’ll give you his cock but you have to earn it.

You want to feel his lips suck around your clit until you're nothing more than an empty shell but you’ll happily settle for the swipes of his fingers. It’s obscene how wet you are and how loud your ruined cunt is over the blasting speakers. 

“C’mon pretty girl,” he coos into your ear. “Come for me.”

The coil winds and winds until it snaps. All the edges ripple, the world blurs. Every breath hurts from the punch in your stomach forcing bolts of electricity through your nerves. 

And Seungcheol doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you’re crying. Only to kiss away each tear with praise and soft lips. You barely crack your eyes open, watching his fingers disappear between his lips, sucking away the mess before he gives you a taste on his mouth.

Eyes shut and boneless in his arms, you let him push and pull you just the way he wants. Your body’s only protest in the exhaustion Seungcheol’s fucked into you with his hands. But it’s not enough to keep you from taking him again.

It never is.

When the jostling stops, you find him kneeling before you. He hasn't bothered to remove his clothes, or yours. Just forces your shirt over your breasts and his pants down until he's bare. Thick thighs frame an equally thick cock you know like the back of your hand.

If your boyfriend thinks you’re beautiful then he is other worldly in the glow of the LED screen. 

Hands anchored on the back of your knees, you spread out for his eyes only. Seungcheol’s mouth waters at your wrecked pussy, soaked and swollen from his attention, begging to be split on his cock. The drooling tip of his length taps against your clit, sending you deeper into the spiral, each nudge making your muscles twitch until he uses his thumb to catch on your opening and force himself through the mind numbing clench.

Seungcheol goes slow, pressing forward only a millimeter at a time, barely giving you a taste before he pulls back and starts again. If the way you’re positioned didn’t prevent you from rushing him forward than the fist around his cock would as he teases you until you're begging and he’s puffing up with pride at how desperate you are. 

Just when you think he’s ready to give in, almost flat against one another, he pulls out.

“I sweat to fucking god if you don’t fu—ckkkkkkk,”

Sheathed to the base in your heat Seungcheol finds paradise, dick twitching with every breath. The rough skin of his palms circle your ankles, spreading them up and out of the way so he can lean forward and give you what you want; your pussy stretched to the brim on his cock while he fucks every last thought out of your head.

“Move.” You mewl, barely human, shaking under his weight.

Settling your legs over his shoulders, he folds you in half, freeing the hands you love so much to do as he pleases. One lands just above your head to keep him from completely crushing you and the other cradles your jaw, thumb brushing across your lower lip before he meets you with a kiss.

His tongue glides against your own, fucking your mouth as his hips curl in time. Every thrust forward forces the air in your lungs up your throat to be swallowed by your boyfriend. He strokes you to life, pinned in place, helpless, glowing.

Seungcheol groans as he fucks you harder. “Fuck, you take it so well.”

You're shaking, vibrating from the synapses firing through every inch of your being. Chin dipped, you watch him wreck you, creaming around the base of his length like he’s fucked you for hours rather than minutes.

You’ll come like this, without any pressure on your clit; just the delicious drag of his thick cock in your walls, crushed under his weight and entirely at his mercy. Helpless Seungcheol latches his hand you yours, intertwines your fingers, and cants against like he’s possessed.

Eyes rolled as you go limp, you reach for his face and whimper into his mouth, climbing higher and higher until you hit the ceiling. Your hands are everywhere, anywhere in reach as you fail to ground yourself against the wave of pleasure rolling through your veins. And it all shatters with a whimper of his name.

He’s perfect and he’s yours and you don’t know what you did to earn him but you know you could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve him.

You try to break through the noise. But it just serves to make things worse because the only thing the man on top you likes to see more than you desperate for him is you coming on his cock. The arm above your head collapses, sending all of his weight on you, forcing him deeper into your guts until you can taste him on the back of your tongue. The wet clap of his balls against your ass with each rut forward rockets you into the deep end. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” Seungcheol bites into your jaw. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Fuck, you’re so good. So good.” 

It’s blinding, eyes cinched so tight fireworks float in the darkness; Seungcheol’s moans blending with the rush of blood fleeing your brain. He’s feral with the satisfaction of your orgasm, how you wail beneath him like your neighbors won’t hear and know you have a man who pleases you in every way imaginable. Like you want everyone to know his name.

“Cheol,” you whisper, all breath. So quiet he wouldn’t hear you if he wasn’t dialed into your every move. “Want…” you pant. “Want you…”

Seungcheol presses as deep as he can before letting go; stuffing you with his cum, grinding into your pussy with every jerk of his cock until it spills around where he splits you and slips down your ass. 

His eyes never leave yours, watching you take every drop of his affection like you were made to. Like he was the one made to give it to you. Even with your thrashing, you never look away.

A final pathetic noise scratches the inside of your throat when he’s done. Seungcheol won’t pull out but he will pull away, yearning to see the mess between your bodies. Cum and arousal smears your bellies, your thighs, the base of his cock still inside you. Eventually he'll pull you up to wash off and you have no doubt the cushion will be beyond repair.

When he’s had his fill, he collapses into your chest, arms twine around your back as he kisses you with every ounce of devotion he can spare. Until you can feel his love down to the tips of your toes and through every last cell in your body.

And because showing you isn’t enough, he tells you again and again while he fills you once more in the comfort of your shared bed.

-

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[slushycoookie]

Kinktober Day 29 ~ Sex Toys

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

Summary: Logan likes the idea of using toys with you.

A/N: Sorry, this is a little late again. Hope you all enjoy!

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Kinktober '24 Masterlist

A lot of men saw sex toys as the enemy. Logan wasn’t one of them.

For a man who’s lived over 200 years, he’s learned to adapt. Able to get used to something new after a couple of trials. It's why he was confused at your worried face when he found your vibrator. Flustered at the fact that your boyfriend saw one of your toys.

“This is just for when you're away for a long time and-”

“You don't need to explain to me.” Logan motioned his head towards the bed, “Lay down.”

That led to your third orgasm of the day. You sobbing into Logan's hairy chest, clutching his bicep while the vibrator still hit your clit. The strain in his pants was uncomfortable, but not enough to stop taking care of you. You smelled fucking delicious though, he couldn't wait to help himself with your slick pussy.

Logan wanted to play around with some more toys, see you writhe and flail under him. But he didn't want to say out right that he was interested. He'd bring it up in the middle of a conversation while you're alone.

“You've heard of this toy that can suck you off?”

You get over initial shock of his question before indulging, “Yeah. I've never tried it though...”

“I'll get it tomorrow.”

“Whoa, what?”

“You heard me, princess.”

Logan always followed through. He got fascinated at how easily your cunt took in the toy when he inserted it before placing the suction part on top of your clit. You're quivering under him, getting hit of the vibrations inside and out. He doesn't let your moans go to waste under his lips. And he loves when you explode, body shaking, toes curled, your juices coating the sheets once more.

He explained what he wants without saying it directly.

Being direct was usually Logan’s style, but he gets amused at your face when he brings up yet another toy. Only for it to arrive the day after the conversation. Which leads to you naked, worn out in his bed.

You're smart though. You catch on to his schemes when asking him about cock rings while you're watching tv.

“Have you tried them before?”

Logan doesn't meet your gaze, “A long time ago. Girl I met was into some freaky shit.”

“And yet…she's rubbed off on you.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing…” Your mysterious response made his heartbeat pick up. And then once more the next night, when you pull out one in front of him.

Logan knows you got your comeuppance when you lick and suck on his shaft. It appearing a bit larger due to the ring. His cum beading around his tip, twitching with every delectable movement from your mouth. You don't even allow him to coat your mouth with his cum, instead you sink your pussy down on him.

The bed creaking from your fierce bounces, his fast hips aching to meet up with yours. Moaning and groaning at the top of your lungs before letting go. A climax so well deserved that it leaves you two catching your breaths.

“Guess you caught me, huh?”

You hum, biting your lip. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Logan's mouth twitched, his chest rumbling from a chuckle. “In that case, ya ever tried sticking beads up your ass?”

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[johannestevans]

crying bc i just took my bins out and there was this poor woman with her two young kids, i'm guessing these boys were about 5 and 7, and she looked so tired, it's 10 30 at night, they obviously just got in, she's carrying all this shit under her arms

and these kids are. WAILING. and refusing to get out of the car, one of them is on his feet and like, star-fished to prevent himself from being physically removed from the car

so i come in a few minutes later and she's got her kids in the building, one of them is sniffling and softly crying as he trails behind her, the other is just in front of her with like, a tight grip on the tassels of her veil

and she's like, "honestly you guys, i don't understand, what are you so scared of snails for?"

because it was. a snail. they saw a snail. and they were so scared they both started sobbing

and one of them says something utterly unintelligible through his tears, and she's trying to be a good mother and not laugh as she says, "snails don't eat people," and then is flailing for something like, comforting or positive to say about snails and goes, "they eat rats"

fhskgshgshsg

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Going through inventory druing downtime

Druid: I have a bag of drugs.

DM: No you don't, I haven't given you one of those yet.

Druid: Well, that's what I wrote down...

DM (going through their notes): Do you mean the pouch of herbs and mushroom for cooking? That you looted from that lizardfolk forager?

Druid: Oh, that's what it was!

---

(Same session, later)

Druid: So, I have five balls in my inventory. From when we fought the chimeras.

Druid: Wait, how many balls does a chimera even have?

DM: They're flails... From the snails...