#hope you like it 😂😂

[bluebeesknees]

commission 💤

[julesart04]

[bluebunnysart]

Thank you!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖

Fanart of my own fanfiction (Chimera Teto x Android Miku)

Good news! When I woke up and looked at my art again today, I liked it, so here's the uncolored version! I trust you tumblr people, so here you go! You may view. This technically means I've drawn UTAU Teto (here) and SynthV Teto, but I really want to color this and take my time doing so, so here are the lines before it turns into something else hahaha 😂😂😂 Read More for the stuff I wanted to write last night but was too tired to (also the art time lapse)

I showed like two WIPs of different ideas on Twitter but none of them were this LOL (just goes to show how much I wanna draw and see of these two specifically) but the reason I decided to go with this is 'cuz that fanfic I wrote in like one day really got me excited and it made me really want to draw them as I was imagining more stuff about them. Here I'll talk about what I had in mind

I love chimera Teto, especially her majestic wings, and what I drew here is basically inspired by that! Teto's basically the only "living, sentient" thing around Miku so far (I dunno how to approach adding more creatures just yet), which makes Miku extra interested in her. But basically Miku likes Teto's wings and tail too and is very fascinated by them.

I had an idea where Miku is just holding or playing with Teto's tail out of nowhere and complimenting the heck out of her, and that was condensed into this piece. It was too crowded on Miku's side to have Teto's tail there as well, but the reason Teto's embarrassed (tsundere is nice, aint it xD) is 'cuz Miku is indeed praising the heck out of her. Calling her cute and saying how cool her wings are and whatnot.

The dialogue kinda goes like, "Your wings are so cool! And I really like how expressive your tail is! I wonder what I would do with a tail. It's so cute! Actually, now that I think about it, all of you is really cute!!" (Teto, embarrassed: "Stop talking now.") wwww

Miku does have a kinda tail actually! It's the chain on top of her skirt. As an android, I was thinking it works as sort of a battery plug or USB or something. I can show off more of that later (since it's really small here lol) but she can use it to receive electricity and recharge herself, I guess~. (Note to self: make it bigger?)

I haven't shown off much of my art style, but most (normal) characters usually don't have pupils. (See: this Teto, who's a living breathing creature.) As a result, I decided to give Miku pupils (kinda robot-like) to make her seem like more of a robot. She also wears the thing (headphones) over her ears, of course, which I can also use to make her seem more robot-like. There's no green flashing of code in her eyes right now but I might draw that sometime too, after my loads of other ideas...

Teto's wings aren't fragile. They're probably firm, hard, and could even be scaly/rough (up to my own whims or the reader's own preference). Her letting Miku touch her (wings) is probably a huge display of trust/confidence. Teto's wings are strong enough to carry her far distances and even allow her to fly in bad weather, I think. It's up to Teto herself how much energy/desire she has to do things like that though.

This is mentioned in the fic too, but Teto probably folds her wings a lot so they don't get in the way. She's kinda like a bird. I think her silhouette against the sun or moon, with full wingspan, is probably majestic (I'm imagining the Batman symbol for some reason lol). I know some people color Teto's wings as purple, but I specified black in my fic to match her tail. ^^

In order for her wings to breathe, there are probably holes in the back of her outfit to accommodate them, but they're only big enough for the wings (ellipses/ovals probably): she either tears/cuts holes into the shirts she wears for her wings or they already fit her wings so there's no problem. I wonder if Teto made her UTAU outfit herself in this setting. xD (A girl has to pass the time SOMEHOW plus she's probably at least a little bit handy when it comes to clothes and stuff (survival).)

If, while I'm coloring, I need to make adjustments to the seating and lineart and all that, I will, but I figured I'd show off what made me stay up 'til 5 AM last night and then get embarrassed to post 'cuz I thought I wasn't finished yet. I woke up and I liked it, so I'm just gonna put it in this here blog. c:

I don't know how to color, so coloring will be a trip 😂

[starflungwaddledee]

some rather strong first impressions were made.

required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !

[nobleriver]

TWD: The Ones Who Live - Finale Opening Scene + Blurred/Faraway

Requested by Anonymous

[nyoomerr]

May I request another mer AU drabble but this time Shen Qingqiu is a merman? Whether Binghe is a human, merman or octobing is up to you

aye aye cap'n 🫡 warnings on this one for what is definitely a more violent sort of atticwifing

(also i still have like 3 more mer related drabble requests in my inbox, y'all are really into the mer AUs rn huh?? very nice)

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There’s a mer following Luo Binghe. 

He’s been following Luo Binghe since he was a child, a guardian angel of the sea. Luo Binghe used to throw himself overboard just to feel the mer’s gentle touch as he’d drag him back to the surface; at night he’d poke at the little pinpricks in his skin from where the mer’s claws had made him bleed despite the gentle way he was held. 

That was years ago, though. Luo Binghe hasn’t seen the mer in a long, long time. One time he fell into the ocean - a genuine accident, that time - and the mer wasn’t there, and then the mer was never there, ever again. 

For a kid who hadn’t felt a kind touch from a human since his mother had died, the loss of that mer’s rescues had been a devastating loss. 

When Luo Binghe had realized the mer was still there, and still following Luo Binghe - occasionally leaving out little shells for him, or scaring off sharks when Luo Binghe had to get in the water to scrape barnacles off the ship - the loss had begun to feel more like a betrayal.

The mer hadn’t abandoned Luo Binghe - he’d only grown distant, only decided that helping Luo Binghe was only worth it if he never had to touch him. 

Was the mer’s assistance only out of pity, then? Or perhaps just some sort of animal curiosity? 

The friend that Luo Binghe had imagined himself to have, as a kid struggling to survive the life of an orphan on a pirate ship - did he ever exist, or had it just been a foolish projection of human motivation onto a creature acting on whims that Luo Binghe could never understand?

It wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to Luo Binghe; not by a long shot. For as long as the mer would keep following him, though, it would itch at him, a problem that was never quite resolved.

Fine, then. Luo Binghe is a long way away from the little orphan kid just trying to survive the high seas, now. If there’s a problem that itches at him, he’ll scratch it until it bleeds.

Once he sets his mind on it, it only takes three days before his crew manages to catch the mer. 

Luo Binghe stands over him now, taking in the sight of him. Before now, he’d only ever managed glimpses, and his memories of being held by the mer as a child had grown fuzzy. Dragged onto the deck of the ship, the mer is far larger than Luo Binghe had thought: the human head and torso were roughly the same size as Luo Binghe’s, but the mer’s tail was so long it seemed more like a serpent’s than a fish’s. 

He’s pretty, too - more than just the way his scales glint in the light, or the way the rope of the net digs into his skin in a way that makes him look so soft Luo Binghe could take a bite out of him.

The delicate bridge of his nose, the slant of his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw - Luo Binghe wants to cut him into little pieces to eat almost as badly as he wants to have him stuffed in one beautiful, elegant piece.

The mer had stopped thrashing in the net when he’d seen Luo Binghe approach, though his chest is still heaving with the exertion of it. Luo Binghe watches the frantic rise and fall of it for a long, hypnotizing moment before deciding he’d like to inspect the mer even closer before deciding what is done with him.

“Hello there,” Luo Binghe croons, kneeling down in front of the mer. 

The mer watches him with intelligent, panicked eyes, but makes no sound in return.

“You’ve known me for a long time, now,” Luo Binghe says evenly. “Do you remember my name, from back when I used to try and speak with you?”

The mer licks his lips, a nervous tick that reveals what looks like two separate rows of needle-sharp teeth.

“...Binghe,” the mer says eventually. His voice has a reedy, inhuman quality to it, but the tone of it does not surprise Luo Binghe nearly as much as the sound of his name does.

So you didn’t forget me, he thinks almost viciously. You didn’t forget, and you were listening.

He doesn’t give the mer the satisfaction of hearing those thoughts, though.

“And you? Do you have a name, or should I call you as I please?”

This time, the mer remains silent. 

Luo Binghe hums, assessing the mer from beneath lazy, half-lidded eyes. “I’ll give it some thought, then,” he says. “I’ve got all the time in the world with you now, after all.”

The mer’s fins twitch, his eyes slipping away from Luo Binghe to look for some means of escape.

Luo Binghe decides quite quickly that he doesn’t care for the mer to look away from him.

“You seem able to breathe air just fine,” he says, louder than the soft voice he’d been using before. “And you can speak like a human, too.”

The mer’s eyes flick to him again, then back away. Luo Binghe narrows his eyes.

Slowly, he leans towards the mer, reaching out with one hand. The net keeps the creature pinned to the deck of the ship, but it wouldn’t stop him from snapping Luo Binghe’s fingers off if he got too close.

Luo Binghe brings his hands to the mer’s gills anyway. The mer does not try to bite.

“If you can breathe air just fine,” Luo Binghe says, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of the mer’s gills. “I wonder: what do you need these for?”

The mer makes an aborted, panicked movement to jerk away from Luo Binghe’s hand. Luo Binghe catches him by the throat, his fingers sinking into the mer’s gills to keep the hold firm, and the mer goes entirely limp. 

“...Binghe,” The mer says, his voice soft and nearly pleading. 

Luo Binghe relaxes his grip. He does not pull his fingers away from the mer’s gills. Instead, he runs his fingers along them, his touch firmer than before, and slowly - so, so slowly - pushes one finger inside. 

“I think,” Luo Binghe says softly, “that I could take these away, and then you’d never have the chance to hide from me again.”

Luo Binghe flicks his gaze up from the mer’s gills, stretched painfully around Luo Binge’s finger, to meet his eyes. 

The mer’s pupils are blown huge. He looks more human like this, without his eyes peering at Luo Binghe through a snake’s slitted pupils.

Slowly, Luo Binghe withdraws his hand. 

“Well,” he says. “I have time to think about it.”

[keri-mcberry]

Quidditch kids 🧹✨

[starleska]

only the characters who cause the most severe brainrot receive this honour 🙈❄️ (credit once again to @calware for the amazing template 🥰)

[kataracy]

Kataang Week 2024 DAY 1 // Cultural Sharing

“I’m nervous. Am I doing okay?”

“You’re doing amazing Sweetie.”

[uncanny-tranny]

I'm begging abled people to stop saying, "I'd rather die than have [disability]!" or, "how could you not choose to die?" about disabled people being disabled. This especially for those who have an acquired disability.

Maybe this sounds harsh, but if you value the function of your body to the point where you would sacrifice your life over it, that's your business and solely your business. However, that disabled person exists right now. They exist in the same world as you, with a disability you personally would rather die than have. They are alive right now. How the fuck are you going to choose to treat them? Because telling them or implying you'd want to die than be like them is certainly not a good sign.

[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis enjoying his time with you amidst the storm. Now imagine his frustration after when it’s cut short.

Warning: Yes, you got it- there is indeed SMUT ahead. Read no further, minors. For mature, thirsty audiences only.

A/N: Continued from this imagine by popular demand. Thank you, everyone, for enjoying my work. The likes/reblogs, the comments/tags- those pings make my day. Y’all are golden so hope this piece brings a lasting smile ;)

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He kept your legs spread by holding the bend of your knees in his strong hands. It was to keep you still but how could you when his head was deep between your thighs and his mouth was performing wonders that made you tingle rapturously all over? Your hands are buried in his thick, dark hair, pulling tightly when his tongue swirls upon your nerves and your head spins fiercely at the sensation. When he hums, the vibrations from his mouth nearly makes you faint.

When Luis said that he was going to savor you- he meant it. The man is enthusiastically devouring your sensitive organ like it was the finest and last meal he’ll ever have. You lost track of how long he’s been at it, mind numb from the onslaught of sparks going off in the pit of your stomach under his teasing. And although the rain outside pounded loudly, you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning, not wanting your sexual excitement to draw any infected to your location. Luis, however, was making that very difficult, hungrily sucking your building orgasm to the surface. Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, mouth agape to let it all flow out, he releases you with a sinful pop.

The suddenness of his absence forces out of you a throaty whine in protest. You look down at him in exasperation. “Luis, what the hell?” A deep chuckle reaches your ears in turn.

“¿Estás bien?” he asks with a devilish grin, rising from his spot to hover over you. He’s in front of you now, his lust-filled eyes appraising your disheveled form before he dips down to claim your lips. He didn’t even give you a chance to voice your complaint, a desperate sigh the only thing you were able to utter as he skillfully wrestles your tongue with his. You must indeed look like a carnal mess, absolutely ruined by just his mouth alone.

When Luis pulls back once more, he’s peppering your neck with ravenous kisses before retracing his path with a long leisurely swipe of his tongue. It was like he had to keep his mouth on you at all times, like he can’t get enough of your taste. You can also feel his hardness rubbing hot against your inner thigh and you bend your leg to purposefully brush along the skin, catching his hips buckle. The man bites your neck for your tease, earning him an erotic gasp from you.

“It’s a shame we’re in such a dangerous place,” he muses lowly. “I would love to hear how loud your voice can get when you come undone for me.”

You couldn’t help but play with him. “That a challenge? What makes you think I’d scream for y-”

A sharp yelp escapes you upon the intrusion of a sinful finger slipping inside your tight opening. A shameless, mirthful grin dons Luis’s handsome face at your uninhibited reaction.

He winks, “Call it a hunch.”

This man is a menace, you thought. Any further protests you can possibly verbalize was dashed out of your mind when he moved his finger in and out of you. Desire beginning to build deep within your core once again. He was slow and methodical, exploring your insides for every nerve that made you squirm upon contact. Luis’ smile widens when he thoughtfully observes you moving your hips to meet his ministrations.

“You feel like you’re ready.” he comments, desire burning bright in his grey eyes. “Are you?”

Judging by the subtle urgency laced in his question, he too was affected by this slow tortuous dance. It stirred something fierce inside you knowing that he didn’t just want you to follow him in this mutual pursuit of sexual satisfaction, but also to make sure that you met him on the same level- that you want this just as badly as he did. And boy, did you want this. Want him.

“Take me, Luis.” you firmly say in anticipation, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in until your noses touched. “Please. I need you.”

That was all the man needed to hear to remove his hand from your warmth and gather your knees in his hands once again to raise your legs apart. You can feel the head of his member at your opening, prodding to dive home inside. Luis catches your eyes meaningfully. “You tell me if we need to stop. ¿Si?”

At your nod, he pushes in slowly. Carefully. Intimately. The pain of his cock stretching your walls makes you wince, but at the same time, you relish in the burn. Becoming one with Luis was so indescribably intense, you couldn’t help but cry out softly. Your fingers ran through his dark strands before gripping them taut to brace beneath him. By your ear, you hear him growl ravenously when you pulled at his scalp.

The man above you sharply sucks in his breath, finally seating himself all the way in and doing his best to maintain control even though every synapse firing in his brain told him to fuck you with abandon. Your warmth gripped around his cock so tightly it made him shake. You thought he would spill inside you then and there, but Luis restrains himself beautifully, muttering curses in his native tongue.

His voice drips low with palpable lust, “Mierda. Tú serás mi muerte.”

After a moment of catching breath, the two of you share a silent exchange of looks and he begins the dance with a pace unhurried and experimental, offering you time to relax and adjust to his size. You can feel him throbbing with each push and pull, the pulsing heat making your whole body shiver delightfully. You were a panting mess already, the sensations too good.

Seeing the discomfort soon leave your face, Luis’ eager thrusts gradually pick up speed and all control was thrown out the window to die out in the storm. The erotic sound of skin slapping bounces loudly off the walls, mingling with ragged breaths. Unrestrained groans rip from his throat deep within his chest causing you to moan feverishly alongside him. You don’t think either of you cared for the noises you were making anymore. It turned you on, hearing this man take pleasure in your body, him working your flesh so fervently to guide you to your peak. A particularly sharp snap of his hips throws your head further into the pillows and a bellowing cry escapes you. A determined glint flashes over the Spaniard’s eyes and he angles himself to push deep against that same sweet spot, setting your nerves alight. The bundle of energy below burns intensely, triggering off like fireworks growing hotter and hotter until you feel yourself on the verge of exploding.

Luis beholds you then. To say he is fascinated by you wouldn’t suffice. He is completely and utterly ensnared by you- by the expressions you make, the way your body responds to his attentions, the way your mouth opens only to have your breath stolen by a calculated thrust of his hips. He relishes how you tighten around him and you weren’t even trying, you were simply taking what he was giving. And Luis was only ever so enthusiastic to give you everything he had.

“Mi amor. Are you close?” he grunts. His gaze changes between you and the space where your bodies continuously meet over and over again, evidently enthralled with carnal satisfaction how his sex pummels inside of you before retreating and diving back repeatedly.

Unable to answer him, the deep plunges of his cock knocking the air from your lungs into guttural gasps, you shakily nod before covering your mouth with the back of your hand to dampen your erotic cries. Luis sees what you’re doing and moves your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. His other hand stays at the bend of your knee to keep you spread wide for him so that he can trap your body beneath his as he continues to fuck you hard into the mattress.

“No hagas eso. Your moans are mine. So let go.” he commands, but the desperation in his voice made it sound more like a plea. He is reaching his end too. “Tú y yo. Together.”

The dam of your orgasm breaks and everything gushes out with a throaty moan. Your whole body spasms in throes while his buckles against you, riding out your pleasure and milking you for everything you had until his own release spills out and coats your walls. Drifting down slowly from the high, Luis gently pulls himself out and collapses beside you, his body facing towards you.

As you try to steady your breathing, you feel his’ hand upon your cheek, turning your head to meet his eyes. Gone was his seductive smile and playful gaze, in place was something softer and much more intimate.

“Holy fuck,” you rasp, your voice going hoarse. “I think you broke me. I can’t feel my legs.”

You hear the man laugh breathlessly beside you. “Now that is what a man likes to hear.”

You admire him then, taking in his afterglow. His whole body was glistening with sweat (you imagine your state was no different) and he had a serene air about him. Before when he was asleep, he seemed relaxed. But now, he exuded it and looked genuinely content. You can’t help but smile knowing that you helped bring out this side of him.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him considerately.

Luis turns his head slightly to stare at the ceiling. “¿Verdad?” he responds, glancing back at you. “Pretty good. ¿Y tú?”

His words inspire a coy smirk upon your lips. “I’m good. Really good. So good, in fact…”

You follow up with a purposeful hand upon his chest, running along the fine, dark patches of hair until your touch wanders down below his waist. Fingertips tease around the base of his cock. To your glee, it twitches at your attention once again.

Newborn desire washes over his rugged face, watching your movements with great intrigue. “I can see your thinking.”

You shrug, “Want to go again after a bit of rest?” His lips curve upward at your enthusiasm.

“I suppose I can do you this kindness-” Luis cuts himself short with a chuckle when you smack his shoulder in mild indignation for his snark before assuaging your annoyance with a promising kiss.

His mouth dips to your neck once more, making a journey filled with nips and kisses that spark the familiar tingles of pleasure across your body. To your astonishment, you feel his cock poke at your side, already stiff and throbbing.

“What happened to rest?” you ask in mild amusement.

The charming smirk returns to his lips when he meets your eyes again. “Siempre tengo sed de ti.”

His lips return to your perspiring skin and keeps going down until he’s right back at his starting position- between your legs. To welcome him back there, your hands return to his hair, ready for more. You feel his hot breath fan against your waiting sex and braced yourself for another wonderful ride, but nearly jump at the sound of loud popping in the distance. At first, you thought it was the lightning, but it became increasingly frequent in occurrence and sounded like it was coming closer.

“Luis, do you hear that?”

The man looks up at you with a raised brow. “You mean your praises for what a good job I did in bringing you orgasmic ecstasy a few minutes ago? To be honest, I’m still waiting for more.”

You rolls your eyes. “No, listen closely.”

The distinctive pops reach both of your ears and this time, you were certain. Gunshots. There is someone out there. The thought made you visibly tense. Luis, on the other hand, didn’t seem as fazed.

With a vexed sigh, he regretfully pulls away from you to check out the sound, already you were missing the heat of his body. You couldn’t help but admire his naked form as he rose to his feet and watched as he carefully ducks his head to peek through one of the windows. For a moment, it seemed like he found nothing outside then his eyes and head jolt towards a particular direction and his whole body stiffens.

“¡Joder! Just my luck.”

“What is it? What do you see?”

Luis doesn’t answer right away, rushing back towards the stair railing where you hung both of your clothes.

“Still wet, bueno.” he grumbles sarcastically as he hurriedly throws on his jeans.

You sat up from the bed in alarm. “Luis-!” The man throws your effects upon the bed before you.

“Get dressed. We have company.” His voice was even, but you can feel the annoyance seething within.

“Is it the plaga?”

“Worse,” he grimaces as he swiftly threw on his shirt and jacket before reaching for his gun by the bedside and turning back to you, “it’s Leon Kennedy.”

Everything happened so quickly. One moment, Luis had you pinned to the bed, fucking you into the sheets until you saw stars. The next, Luis is pinned to a wall by a very irate looking Leon Kennedy who looked like he wanted to beat the stars out of him. The moment after that, monsters began swarming your hideout and Luis looked none too pleased the entire time. Amidst the chaos, he asked you about your feelings on castles for reasons you could not fathom until much later.

[whereismyhat5678]

Guys, the new year hasn’t started for me yet, I still got a few hours to go but I’ll mine-as-well make this post since I’ll probably go to bed anyways- 😂

First, I’d like to say

WE GOT A NEW BANNER LET’S GOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️

HELL YEAH! -I mean it’s just the characters but- HELL YEAH‼️‼️‼️‼️

SECOND. I want to show you something AMAZING and that something I’d never expect??

321 FOLLOWERS????

YOU GUYS ARE INSANE THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH MY GOD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

It really makes me think how all of you guys really like and appreciate my art, and the fact that so many people encourage me to keep doing it, it brings me to tears! 🥹

Every one of you are the best thing in my life!! The first time I got Tumblr I started in:

March 30?? That’s insane- 💀

And the fact that I’ve improved SO MUCH is just INCREDIBLE!

You wanna see the FIRST drawings of Peppino??

YEAH THAT’S ME I DID THIS-

And you’re telling me that this was in what- THE START OF MARCH?? (Or February I don’t remember-) But this is just the PINNACLE of how much I’ve changed in terms in art style and experience.

I bring this up because I think Tumblr is the REASON why I improved so much! I experimented with brushes (digitally) and I found my brushes!! I learned how to EXAGGERATE AND ACTUALLY DRAW CARTOONY LIKE I’VE WANTED TO FOR SO LONG!!

(And NEVER took an art class. That’s fucking what- 💀 I need to take one I actually need to at this point-)

Also also also- I’ve learned a lot of things! Anatomy, exaggerative expression, stretchy cartooniness, ALL OF THESE ARE JUST- I can’t believe I’ve learned all this because one day I decided: “Maybe I should ACTUALLY get a social media for my art? 🤔” AND I DID IT AND CHANGED MY LIFE‼️‼️‼️

YOU GUYS CHANGED MY LIFE!-

My followers!- My mutuals/friends- I NEED TO SAY HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL MY MUTUALS, ALL OF YOU 💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

Everything about Tumblr has changed me in SUCH a positive way in not only terms of art but with how many people (TALENTED PEOPLE) I’ve made FRIENDS with AND ACTUALLY got to know!!!

I already said it but you guys are absolutely AMAZING and I just CAN’T FATHAM how much this year has just been a BLAST.

My mutuals:

@noodletime @moon9931 @marclef @margarita-the-pizzeria-worker @lucia-the-mii @lovestryke @lord-yiikes @ijusthavefun @linhfoxmoive @kate-bot @nomlioart @boogiestronic80s @zedortoo @jarroyave4637 @atlaslovesedm @alaskacoolkid1 @remaking-machine @average-amount-of-chaos @cherryxsapphic @dingle-dee @eyeballdrawer @tailsdollsnewlife @radaverse @gongustheawsome01 @fluffygiraffe @qwertykeyboard045 @w00den-h3ad @the-little-knight @oddpizza @misdreavusplush

(OKAY- I may have added some people on here that I think ARE REALLY COOL, I may not talk to you much but I’ve seen you guys like my art and I think ya’ll deserve to be on here 🫶💖✨)

AND IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE TELL ME I’M SO SORRY BUT JUST KNOW I LOVE ALL OF YOU THE SAME (Platonically) I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR AND HAVE A GOOD ONE 🎉🎉🎉

GOOD NIGHT TO ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE YOU GUYS MEAN THE WOLRD TO ME AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT 💖💖💖💖

[acapelladitty]

Errand Boy (Charon x Reader)

Summary - After working together for a while, you finally take the plunge and take a rough ride on your 7ft ghoulish bodyguard.

(tw: size difference, size kink, swearing, rough handling, piv sex, rough sex, creampie, bruising, riding, orgasm)

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Knees pressing into the cheap mattress as they clamp around his thick hips, you shiver in place as you grind your cunt into his groin, the hairless area covered in delightfully textured skin which feels wonderful against your throbbing cunt. He's like a mattress itself as he lays beneath you, his massive height allowing him to fill the space without effort and you feel deliciously small as you rub yourself against him like a bitch in heat.

"And you promise me you want this?" You gasp out, hands splaying across his broad chest and marvelling at just how tiny your digits look against the wide expanse of his pitted skin. He's hotter than hell and the curves of his exposed muscles, marred by erratic scarring, feel strange agains your palms. "Not because of the contract, but because you want this."

"I'm nobody's errand boy and I'm nobody's whore." Charon growls and you can tell he's irritated by the scowl which darkens his sunken gaze. "You think you could make me fuck you if I didn't want to?"

"No, but-"

"Then shut up and let me fuck you."

Pleased by the reassurance, you surrender yourself to him and shudder as he gathers your arms behind you and holds them in place with one hand as he loops his fingers around both of your wrists. His free hand comes to rest on your hips and you can feel how much of your skin his palm covers, the sheer scale of him making your mouth dry as hell.

Your ass on his lower stomach, he uses his grip of your arms to lean you forward, exposing your cunt to his cock as he let's go of your hips long enough to grip himself in hand and start to brush his cock along your aching sex. He's huge and the feel of his thick cockhead pressing along your slit makes an absurd bubble of nervous laughter shake your chest a little.

"Fuck, Charon. I don't know if that's going to fit."

"It'll fit." Is the only response he gives and his gloating confidence makes your cunt clench around nothing as you feel his cock swipe itself along your slit - the darkened head of his cock almost flared compared to the shaft as you feel every millimeter of it igniting the nerves in your cunt. "You can take it all. Every bit."

Still a little anxious, you wonder if maybe you should have had him open you up with his fingers first but quickly put the idea to rest as he releases your hands to place his other hand on your hip. Now pinned in place by his impressive strength, his blue eyes seem to burn up at you from his reclined position.

"Line me up so I can fuck you."

Fingers scrambling towards his cock in an instant, you squeal as he lifts you from his body. Now suspended, your hands drop to his cock and you stroke along the top of his shaft with a velvety palm before pumping two fingers within your own cunt to gather as much of your arousal as you can. Swirling it across his flared cockhead, you lube him up as best you can before pulling his cock straight as you line it up with your cunt.

Even without any pressure, you can feel how thick he is and the lustful fear of just how terribly full you're going to feel has your toes curling against the sheets in anticipation. His attention is split between your face and your chest as his strong hands continue to shake you ever so slightly - a move which makes your tits bounce and his lips pull back into something almost like a smile.

Without preamble, he pulls you down onto his cock and the sudden onslaught of pained pleasure makes your vision white-out for a moment as your cunt is forced to stretch around him to point where you feel you're going to split if he so much as blinks. Your scream is impressive, rattling off the walls and echoing as it tails off into a shuddering cry as the two inches of cock which impales you refuses you any peace.

"Fuck, fuck. FUCK!" You whistle out from between your teeth. "It hurts, Charon. It's too much." But even as you complain, the stretch of your walls brings with it a hot pleasure which trickles along your spine as you squeeze around him. No way you'll be walking straight after this. Not in a million fucking years.

His snort causes your brow to furrow as you pin him to the bed with your watery gaze. His reddened hair is as sharp as ever as it sits parallel to his skull but one of the strands has fallen loose across his forehead and you concentrate on that as you choose to ignore the smugness which he is making no effort to hide.

He doesn't say anything but he sets a slow pace, giving you a moment to acclimatise to his sheer size. His hands are hot against your hips, the wide fingers covering most of your skin there and he holds you in place like you were a doll; weightless and so easily manipulated. With a deadpan expression, he slowly fucks himself into you, each thrust pushing another inch into your spasming cunt.

Shuddering and whimpering something pathetic, your hands claw themselves into his chest - feeling the leathery skin refuse to give way under your blunted nails as you focus on keeping your breathing steady. The burn of your walls is incredible, the stretch giving way to a cruel mix of pleasure and pain with every shallow thrust. To even the scale a little more, you drop one hand to your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud with a gentle finger to send a rolling pleasure through your nerves.

It also makes you clench around him and the added sensation draws a thick rumble from his chest as he pulls you down harder on his cock. Now fully sheathed within you, his cock is flush against your cervix and every thrust sparks a dull discomfort as he glances off it and you shiver as you glance down to see that at least an inch of his cock remains outwith your cunt.

"Fuck, you're so big." Biting your lower lip, you slip your hand free of your clit and bring it to his jaw, cupping his face as you lean down to take some of the pressure off your cervix. "I don't know if I'll be able to fuck anyone else after this. I'll be ruined."

That pulls a smirk from him as his teeth peek out from beneath his curled lips. Taking the encouragement, his hands tighten around your hips and he picks up pace.

If you thought he was fucking you before then you were dead wrong as the sudden onslaught of pure sensation as he bounces you on his cock like a puppet is almost too much to handle. Pinned by his hands, he uses his strength to move you, fucking you on his cock more than anything and the feeling of being so wonderfully used is quick to offset the raging fire of the forced stretch which is only beginning to wear off slightly.

Dropping your hands atop his own, you allow him to move you as he likes - your mouth thrown open by a torrid mixture of gasps and moans as every thrust builds a steady heat in your cunt, his thick cock brushing every inch of those wonderful spots which send you absolutely wild.

It can't last forever, despite your desperate wishes otherwise, and you can tell he's approaching his release as his thrusts grow more sloppy and his chest rumbles with muted growls. Determined to see him come undone, you squeeze your cunt around him and rake your nails down his chest, drawing your middle nails harshly across his toughened nipples.

His hands tighten again, so tight that it takes your breath away and you know that little purple bruises will soon blossom on the abused skin, and you scream in delight as he slams his cock as deeply as possible. His release floods you, the heat of it burning you from the inside out as it fills you in an instant. The added sensation proves too much for your sensitive cunt and you are quick to follow him over the edge, your own orgasm making you clench around him and milk him for every drop as you whine and moan.

Toes curling to the point of pain, you ride your orgasm out on his cock - his hands continuing to use you like a doll as he impales you on his length to chase all the pleasure he can from your much smaller frame. Both unwilling to give up on the sensations quite yet, you keep rolling your cunt into his thrusts until overstimulation starts to set in and exhaustion pulls at your limbs.

He pulls free first. Lifting you free of his cock, you immediately feel how hollowed out you are as the cool air of the room blows across your heated cunt. His release trickles down your thigh, tickling the skin there as he holds you in place for a moment before dropping you flush to his chest. His breathing is erratic but his expression is pleased and he takes a moment to stroke a hand along his cock - feeling your arousal coating him like a second skin.

"Is good?" Charon asks after a silent beat, his arms pushing you off his chest to his side as he allows you to wrap yourself around him with shaking limbs.

"Is great." You reply, panting out the retort with a grin as you struggle to tilt your head up enough to meet him. "Don't think I'll be walking right any time soon."

He says nothing but you hear a pleased huff escape the chest which your ear is pressed to and his large arm is quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his side as you again admire just how fucking tall he is while wrapping your leg around his thigh.

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[monstersinthecosmos]

L M A O I saw you at the ball and you look NOTHING like your tagged post! Stop trying to catfish people. Nobody is fooled.

girl what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 🥸

sorry if anyone happened to look at me, tbh I don’t do well in the Louisiana humidity, didn’t mean to mislead anyone into thinking a vampire blogger & fic writer maybe looked different than their profile pic 🙏 many apologies for this grave offense

[bibyshitsuji24k]

Lizzy, why are you looking at me with those scared eyes? It's me! Your fiancé! Don't you want to stay with me for ever?