#i loved you SO SO MUCH and you treated me like a feral fucking dog!!

[drifting-bones]

when your favorite person fucks up so bad that they become the person you hate the most in the world.

[sea-lanterns]

BAD DOG!

synopsis: you decide to muzzle your puppy girlfriend for the first time

featuring: jean, navia, beidou, miko

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dog hybrid characters, muzzles, biting, possessive characters, feral women, transfem navia and transfem miko, cunni.lingus (jean), sixty nine position (jean), pet names, degradation, knotted strap ons (beidou), mating press (beidou), knots, bre.eding kink (miko), predator and prey kink (miko) do.ggy style (miko), may be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: unknown (found on pinterest)

JEAN

“My darling please, please…I want to taste you so bad…please…” Jean whimpered and pawed at your fingers to unfasten the muzzle currently strapped to her jaw. She even growled a bit louder than usual as her floppy little tail wagged back and forth in anticipation of having your sweet pussy on her tongue. “I don’t even understand why I have to wear this…” Jean whines, her floppy ears lowering, “I don’t even have a biting problem. I’ve been more than gentle with you, my love…”

“It’s more so to satisfy a kink I have, rather than to actually punish you, Jean.” You chuckle quietly, gently stroking her sad puppy ears. “And you look so cute with the muzzle on!”

Jean whines and pushes her caged mouth closer to your face. “But I want to taste you…” she whispers into your ear, her lower body rubbing against your hips rather sensually. “I want to satisfy you. Shove my tongue inside that soft, velvety hole of yours and bury my face between your legs until— mmpf…” 

Her pupils blow back in lust when you gently rub against the crotch area of her pants, watching as a little wet spot begins to form the harder you continue to rub. “You will, but right now I want to see my puppy whine for me.”

And Jean did just that, her tail flopping submissively as she leans forward to press her muzzled face against your cheek. Her tongue pathetically darts out to try and kiss you through the metal bars of her caged head, whimpering as she could barely even reach you for a kiss. “My love…”

Oh this was torture for poor little Jean. She had spent the day working hard with only thoughts of her pretty girlfriend to keep her occupied. She was so eager to sink her thirsty little mouth into your dripping wet cunt, yet here you were, teasing her for no reason with this embarrassing toy of yours that restricted her access to tasting you! 

“At least let me kiss you…” Jean whispers softly, looking up at you with those big, pathetic puppy dog eyes that you grew oh so weak to. “I want to kiss my girlfriend, please…”

“Ohhh, Jean…” Fuck. You can’t help but instinctively reach over to unfasten the strap to her muzzle. “Fine. But only one ki— AH!” 

What a trickster! Jean has instantly torn off the muzzle and crawled down to face your clothed cunt, before tearing off your underwear with one eager claw. 

“Jean!”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you another pair!”

Yet she didn’t look too apologetic as she immediately drooled at the sight of your bare pussy before face planting right into your folds, moaning when she felt her tongue hit contact against your clit. Eager that she was, Jean lapped at your swollen slit like it was a treat that had been dangling above her for hours, the feeling of her drooling, messy tongue just sloppily pushing against your lips making you feel like you were in heaven.

“Ah…! Eager puppy, aren’t you?” You looked up to see her curly tail just wagging so much in excitement, the feast between your legs proving to be quite an amazing treat for your dearest puppy girl; Jean. 

“Heh, don’t worry, I’ll do the same to you. You deserve the same treatment, my love.”

NAVIA

“Hey, why do I have to wear this?!”

Navia looked so annoyed. An angry pout on her usually friendly face, as it was rare for your girlfriend to ever get mad at you. “I just thought it’d look funny on you,” you giggled softly, covering your mouth to hide your grin. “Plus, sometimes you bite. Not very gently, either.”

“I do not!” Navia huffed and tried to get you to take it off, nuzzling her caged mouth against your cheek. “Take it off right now! I want to kiss you!” 

She growled softly and rutted her hips against your own, pinning you down with her body weight while making sure you could feel the small bulge growing underneath her skirt. She smirked when she saw you realize the stiffie, making sure to roll her hips a little more languidly in order for you to feel all of her arousal. “Come on baby…this isn’t fair to me…” Navia whispers, pouting down at you while her tail swishes rather intimidatingly. “Get the muzzle off…it’s too distracting as I can’t pleasure you properly. Please? Don’t you want me to fuck you full already…?” 

She smiled ever so innocently, never mind the fact that she had plans to completely wreck you in revenge for putting her in a muzzle in the first place! 

“Hmmmm…I don’t know if my puppy deserves to be off the muzzle tonight…” you teased, watching as your girlfriend’s face darkened and a small, irritated growl left her throat. “Perhaps she should prove to me she can control herself without restriction?” You playfully looped your finger through the loop of her collar, staring at the gold rose shaped emblem at the center and pulling her closer to face you. “My puppy has an uncontrollable biting problem after all. Bad girl.” 

Navia growled louder and her tail swished even faster, pushing your wrists above your head and lowering her caged mouth to your ears. 

“I’ll show you uncontrollable.” 

Your body involuntarily shivered at the hot breath let out from your girlfriend’s teeth. You knew Navia would never hurt you, she was always so sweet and gentle when it came to your sex life, yet it seems this time you pushed her buttons a little too far. “I’m going to take off your pants, okay? If I rip them, sorry in advance.”

Your cheeks burned red when she suddenly grabbed onto your bottoms and slid them off aggressively. It was clear that Navia was excited, the massive grin on her face proving so as she made quick work of discarding both of your undergarments. In an instant, you felt Navia’s hot, heavy cock land right on top of your aching clit. Her knot swelling at the base, ready to pump itself eagerly into you if you allowed her to. 

“Hah…muzzle or not, I think I’ve been too lenient on you. You think you can push me around, bratty girl? Hm?” Navia grinned and slowly grinded her member against your folds, chuckling at the way they seemed to glisten whenever she dragged herself a bit slower than usual. “Well, maybe it’s about time I stop pleasing my sweet owner…”

BEIDOU

Beidou didn’t care if you muzzled her or not. She just wanted to fuck your brains out and have you a sobbing, moaning puddle under her while she railed you on her strap. Through heavy pants and labored grunts, your big, overgrown puppy woman held you down into a mating press and rammed the hefty strap on as far as she could go, growling whenever you whined and tugged on her leash, as she knew she was doing a great job.

“Like that huh? You like it when I stuff you full on this big, meaty dick?” Beidou laughed to herself at the vulgar language she just used, smothering her muzzled mouth against your neck and letting strings of saliva drip down from the caged bars. “You’re so hot…hah…so hot and tight.”

Her big, bushy tail swished from left to right as she buried her sheath deeper into your succulent, wet walls. She wanted so desperately to sink her awaiting canines into your throat and mark you jaw to collarbone in her marks, yet because of that stupid muzzle, she had to settle for drooling all over your neck through the bars of her cage. 

“I would’ve covered you in teeth marks by now…” Beidou growls, glaring down at you with wild, frenzied eyes, “But, maybe it’s for the best. Wouldn’t want to accidentally make you scream.” 

She thrusted her hips a bit sharper, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from your throat. 

“…Well, from pain.” 

Beidou chuckled and closed her eyes, lazily fucking you with greed as she wanted nothing more than to see the fake knot at the base of her strap, plug you all the way in when you eventually came. She shamelessly swiped her tongue across the metal bars of her muzzle, groaning at the metallic taste before nuzzling against your cheek. “So, princess, do you think you could take the muzzle off now?” She grinned, her tongue darting out to try and lick you through the gaps of her confines, “I’ve been such a good dog for you already…”

“You’ll…bite me all over…” you whispered breathlessly, whining when she gripped your hips tighter within her claws and thrusted her strap even rougher.

“I’d bite you eventually when this muzzle comes off…” Beidou groans, pushing the muzzle harder against your cheek as she rutted her strap at a much more feverish pace. “Though, the longer you keep this up, the more desperate I’ll be, baby…”

She gently pushed herself deeper into you, her tail beating faster against the bed when she saw the tiny tummy bulge pushing against your skin from how deep she was inside of you. “Archons, you’re so pretty…” she whispered out huskily, roaming her giant hands all around the skin of your stomach and pushing lightly on the bulge. “But, you’d definitely be even prettier once I get my canines all over you.”

It was there that Beidou finally used those giant claws of hers to disobey you, ripping the muzzle off with brute force and grinning down at you with wolfish features. The yelp you let out was adorable as Beidou suddenly pushed your legs up higher, pretty much folding you more in the mating press and moving her teeth dangerously close to your inner thighs. 

“It’s been looking a little too barren down here. Perhaps I should change that…”

MIKO

Out of all the women to have been strapped with a muzzle, Miko was definitely the most furious. She had you bent over in front of her on the bed, doggy style as she pumped her angry red cock inside of you at a pace similar to that of when she was in a rut. The poor woman felt as if her ego had been shattered to pieces the moment you tricked her and got her to wear a muzzle. Now you are suffering the consequences of your actions, as Miko was not stopping her relentless pace and would growl in your ear whenever you tried to complain.

“M-Miko! Ah! S-Slow…down…” 

Your body moved pathetically with each harsh thrust, as Miko seemed to be trying to vent out her anger on you for making her wear such an embarrassing thing. “Cheeky brat…you really think this pathetic thing could stop me from biting you?” 

A low, husky growl emitted from her throat as she pushed her swollen member deeper into your cunt. “I could rip this muzzle off like paper. But…I’ll indulge in my little one’s silly little kinks for now.” She grinned maliciously and pushed you farther into the bed, rutting her hot and heavy cock deeper within you, as she was intent in possibly breeding you fully. 

“So tight…you like it when I go rough, hm? All muzzled and rabid like an animal?” She looked ticked off at her own words, her fox ears twitching in frenzy as she wanted to make you pay for teasing her. 

“N-No…that’s not what I meant— h-haah…” Miko grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her, her sweet little pupils turning into slits as she took in how utterly delectable you looked underneath her. It was actually triggering her predator instincts to hold you down and claim you as her “prey.” 

“Liar. You’re such a cute little liar.” Miko grinned wolfishly through the bars of her muzzle and stuffed her knot deeper against your cunt. The base of it started to swell as she was getting ready to breed you full on her kitsune seed. “Look at you…barely able to talk even though I’m the one wearing this contraption,” she tsked and trailed one of her clawed fingers down your stomach, gently circling the growing bulge on your tummy that moved with each thrust of her dick. “Even when muzzled, you still act like a cute little bunny.” 

She licked her lips and felt the base of her knot begin to swell, her head throwing back in ecstasy as she prepared to fill you fully until her cum was leaking out of you. “Ah…you tightened a bit when I said that. You must really like being degraded, huh?” 

Miko growled and pushed her knot a bit deeper, forcing you to take a girthier bulb as she drooled a bit through the metal bars of her muzzle. 

“I can’t wait to devour this little bunny once I tear this muzzle off. Archons…that cute little pussy is mine.”

[totallynotashieldagent]

His Sweet Treat

Pairing: Beast World Jason Todd/Reader

Summary: Reader and Jason were together before he turned into a Beast. They're still together even now.

Author's Note: Everyone say thank you to @peachyyydrawz for making this Jason in this muzzle that inspired this monster smut for the new year.

hopefully this monster cock will bring prosperity and good fortune for us all in 2025.

“Don’t you dare whine now.” You huffed as you tied the muzzle around Jason’s snout and clipped it snuggly behind his head. 

The big burly beast tried to give you his best green puppy eyes and whined again. Pawing at the muzzle once more, nuzzling against your knee, begging to be let loose. 

“Nuh-uh!” You shook your head again. “This is staying on .” You glared and his ears flattened out. “We wouldn’t be needing this if someone didn’t lose control last night and tried biting at me while we fucked.” 

Jason immediately deflated at your crass words. 

That trait was still extremely human about him. How he got so shy whenever you talked about sex or anything sexual. 

“What?” You mused, “Don’t wanna talk about it now, huh?” You giggled softly, pulling at his muzzle, bringing his face close to yours, “You were very vocal yesterday.” 

He growled, pawing you away, trying to hide his face or himself entirely. Neither was possible. He was still too big, and you were still too confrontational. 

Jason finally managed to get away from your hands. Both his front paws hid his face as he crouched down to kneel at your feet. His muzzle scratched at your legs in protest. He was still very unhappy about it and deeply embarrassed of how crude you were now being. 

“Don’t be shy, baby.” You petted him like a dog. 

God, he hated how good it felt. How much he loved it. 

If he was still human, he would’ve told you to stop treating him like a pet but right now? Right now he felt like the world could burn and he wouldn’t care since your hands were touching him like that. God - His tail thumped against the ground. 

It didn’t matter that he was a seven-foot giant beast. For you? He was a docile little puppy. Eager to please, eager to be good . 

“Muzzle stays on, okay?” You cooed at him, “And I’ll let you do that thing again that you did last night…” 

Incentive? Jason’s ears perked up, his tail swishing side to side in anticipation. He nudged your knee and nodded quickly. He still hated this stupid muzzle. He couldn’t nip at you, lick you, and more importantly, he couldn’t leave any bite marks on you; which were very important to him because he liked marking you so much. But he knew he’d also do anything to be rewarded for being good. 

The whole day, he followed you around like a puppy. Helping however he could with whatever needed to be fixed in the safe house. 

After dinner, he laid flat on the floor, looking up at you. All four paws tucked underneath him. 

“You’re making a mess, Jay.” You laughed softly, a little salvia dripping from his muzzle. “Drooling like a puppy …” You said sultrily, just to egg him on.

A soft growl escaped him. He was already apologetic about misbehaving and being put in the stupid muzzle and now he felt like you were mocking him on top of it. He leaned up on his front hinds, his bright green eyes showing clear intention of Take off this muzzle and I’ll show you a mess.  

“No, baby. You lost control last night, remember?” You petted him gently. “I like the tiny bites here and there but you tore through the pillows. The couch is completely unusable now.” You pouted, scolding him and trying to keep yourself calm in the process too. As if him being a feral beast didn’t turn you on even more. 

In reality, you’d cum hard when he’d lost control. But in hindsight, currently, you were trying to make sure everything stayed safe if you two continued to … well, stay a couple.

Jason had always been bigger. Even as a human. But now? As a beast? He was huge. But you weren’t deterred by that. He was still him and he was still yours . 

He whimpered again, leaning up more, carefully treading further and further. Looking up at you, hoping you’d just give in if he gave you his puppy-eyes long enough. It usually worked. He knew it worked. You never stayed mad at him long, it was easy to sway you. You were so weak for him. 

The muzzle pressed against your thigh as he put his big face on your lap. He wanted to ignore the way you smelled but being this close, all he wanted to do was bury his snout in between your legs. Devour you whole but this godforsaken muzzle was in the fucking way. 

Jason growled again. This was more aggressive. Not the pleading, whining one from a few minutes ago. This was a warning for you to remove it or he’d make you sorry. 

You swallowed, looking down at him, his bright eyes looking up. Challenging you. A part of you wanted to take it off but the stronger part of you, wanted to say no. Wanted to push him, to make him get angry and rough. To lose control again. 

“Muzzle stays on.” You said again, your voice lacking conviction this time around, however. 

Jason purred at your shaky voice, pulling back and standing to his full height. You gulped audibly, looking up at him. The sheer size of him shooting straight to your core. He took in a deep breath, hunching over, his muzzle almost touching your face. 

He couldn’t speak anymore, but some words. Some choppy, growly, barely understandable ones would leave him if he forced it enough. 

“ Off .” He snarled and you shook your head. 

Your fists clenched at the edges of your dress. He gave you a once over. You were so fearless otherwise. But times like? In this safehouse, when he towered over you. You looked so small, so edible . He felt like the big bad wolf, and you? Fuck- You were his little red riding hood. 

One arm wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up against his furry chest. You squeaked at the sudden movement but didn’t protest or try to get away. Why would you, anyway? Your hands pressed against his chest, disappearing into the thick coat. 

Jason nudged at your face and like a docile prey, you craned your neck back for him. He inhaled deeply. You still smelled like him but the scent was fading quickly. 

He growled again, his teeth scraping against his muzzle, drool dripping down. How badly he wanted to bite at the column of your throat, leave his mark, mate you even though it had already been done countless times over. But you made him feel a certain type of way and he used to be able to control it better when he was human. But now? Now, it was near fucking impossible .

One whiff of you was enough to send him into a spiral and bring out all his animalistic instincts to the surface. 

You whimpered his name softly. The same way you’d last night when you’d arched under him and his claws had ripped into the sofa so deeply that it was a mess of cotton and wood right now. 

Jason’s other paw clawed his the back of the muzzle. “ Off .” He growled darkly again and this time you were sure that your underwear soaked through.

“You’ll behave?” You shivered against him, your hands reaching out and resting at the buckle lock, not undoing it but giving him the opportunity to be good for you. His tail swished rapidly and he nodded. “It’ll go back on if you lose control again.” 

That was a bald-faced lie. The muzzle wouldn’t go on unless he was actually close to causing damage or you wanted to rile him up to fuck you into oblivion. 

His intense eyes were laser-focused on you. Like a dog waiting for his treat, his body was practically vibrating for you to take the offending muzzle off. As soon as the buckle lock clicked open, he snarled and moved with such quickness that you didn’t even have the time to react. 

His warm wet tongue licked a stripe across your neck, tasting you and relishing in the saltiness of your skin. 

“ Mate. ” Jason grumbled the single syllable and moved through the safe house swiftly. 

The couch was destroyed. He didn’t want to take a chance and ruin the bed. It would be too hard to replace it given how difficult the world had become. 

“Uhh- Jay?” You looked at him, he was holding you up and looking around for something. “Is everything fine?” You asked gently.

Jason nodded one and set you down on your feet, padding around the place. Using most of the destroyed parts of the couch and the cushions, he created a small den. When he was satisfied with the comfort of the surface, he came back to you, nudging at the small of your back, begging you to lay down for him. 

“Okay, okay-” You laugh a little, “No pushing… yet .” You smiled at him, pulling off your clothes and moving to get comfortable on the pile of pillows, cushions and blankets. 

Watching you, his tail was swishing so quickly from side to side in excitement. His was chest heaving with heavy breaths as his keen eyes followed every move you made. 

Kneeling in the middle of it, you patted infront of you. Jason followed down immediately. His ears twitched with anticipation. His snout pressed at your knees and he inhaled deeply. Fuck- Your smell made his spine shiver and his chest puff up. 

His tongue lapped at your knees, up your thighs, begging for you to open your legs for him. You bit your lip and leaned back onto your hands, your legs opening a little more for him. He growled softly, your scent getting stronger by the second for him. His snout pushed further up, his large body hunching over you until you laid under him. Submitting to the beast. 

“ Mate .” He purred again, his paws wrapping around your waist and pulling you up at an angle that made you gasp. 

Your back was in the air and as soon as his tongue dragged across your pussy, his blood ran hot with liquid fire. 

His jaw closed around your pelvis and his tongue delved deep into your needy cunt. The sudden intrusion made your eyes roll back. You whimpered his name, your hands fisting at his fur, pulling and whining shamelessly.

Every pur, every growl he made, shivered up your spine and made you moan louder. And it only egged him on further. He was careful to not bite down too hard but the pretty noises you were making- they were making it very hard to keep it under control. He wanted so desperately to swallow you whole. 

His tongue circled at your clit and just as you’d buck against his mouth, he’d move it down and move it fuck you in the most torturously slow pace. His thick warmth was delving deep into you and you were so close to becoming a babbling mess. And you hadn’t even been knotted yet. 

You could feel his drool and your pussy juices dripping down your ass and up your back due to the angle he was holding you up at. You whined and moaned, but he wouldn’t let you cum. 

This was definitely payback for keeping the muzzle on him all day. 

Jason felt himself grow and harden as he devoured you, rutting against the floor to ease his ache. 

You held his fur by the fistfuls, arching, trying to move , to grind, to cum but he wouldn’t let up. His warm thick tongue pistoned in and out of your pussy at a relentless pace. And every time he’d feel your body almost reaching to the tip, he’d slow down again. You hurled curses at him, pulling his fur almost painfully but he didn’t care. 

You were finally under him and he was going to make you work for it. 

“Please-” You begged shamelessly, “I can’t take it anymore-” You were able to grab at an ear and pull harshly. 

Jason whined and pulled back, your body falling against the pillows with a soft plop . Your chest heaved as you caught your breath but he looked downright feral and annoyed at being made to pull off. He wiped his mouth, grinning and exposing his sharp teeth that had left dents into your skin. 

Looming over you, hunching and covering your entire frame, your eyes darted down to his cock. It was unsheathed and looked far redder than usual. One paw held you down by your hips, licking you so completely that you felt drenched . He purred at the taste of you and your body erupted in goosebumps when the air touched the wet skin. His tongue swirled at your nipples, nipping and sucking them so fully that his entire jaw was open against your chest. 

He pulled back just enough to admire your glistening skin. You smelled like him now. That’s exactly how he wanted you to be all the time . Wet, out of breath and his . 

Jason hummed in satisfaction and then his mouth descended onto yours. 

His tongue pushed into your mouth aggressively and his cock rubbed at your dripping cunt. He swallowed every needy sound you made and it only spurred him on more. With a sudden motion, he flipped you over and raised your hips into the air. You were putty in his hands and your desperate noises were a testament to that. 

Your pussy clenched at nothing, desperate for anything at all. His eyes zeroed in on it and growled with satisfaction. The vibrations of which rumbled through his chest and across your back. You arched more, pushing back, needing something- anything at all. 

The tapered tip of his cock pushed slightly into you, making you moan. 

No matter how many times you’d had him, every time, it felt new and different. The tip alone was so exciting. The tip being pointed and slowly easing into you, then the thickness increasing as he’d keep pushing. 

Jason was by no means small as a human- But as a beast? This felt so deep into you that you always felt the taste of his cum in the back of your throat. 

One arm was curled around your waist to keep you up against him as he bottomed out into you and the other, the claws were clenched tightly into the pillows and cushions under you as he tried his best to not push too quickly and too hard. 

He knew he could fuck you dumb one you were opened up enough for him but right now he had to be careful. He couldn’t break you. Not yet , at least. 

His chest rumbled again, the vibrations shivering through your spine as he buried himself to the hilt in you. He waited, letting you adjust, lapping at your neck and back in broad strokes. You gasped for air, your insides fluttering around his throbbing length. 

“ Please -” You whimpered, craving more- needing him to move. 

Jason slowly pulled out and just as the tapered tip was only in your pussy, he slammed back in. His balls slapping harshly against your clit. You cried out loudly, pain and pleasure swirling together so deliciously. It felt like he was splitting you into two but gods above , it felt heavenly to feel this much all at once.

The sounds that were escaping his mouth were becoming more and more animalistic by the second as he rutted into you mercilessly. You were a fleshlight at this point for him because if he hadn’t been holding you up, you would’ve been a mess on the floor already. 

With each thrust, he hit your cervix but it only sent a shivering sensation up your spine because the tip was soft and pointed. You moaned like a bitch in heat, matching his bestial pace. He leaned over, licking at your neck, craning your face back and lapping up the drool that was dripping from your mouth as you gasped every time he pistoned into you. 

You creamed his unsheathed red cock so perfectly- The smell of which was intoxicating to Jason. He grunted as he felt the base of his dick swell. 

You were so fucked dumb at this point, you weren’t even sure if you’d cum or not- or if you were simply so extremely overstimulated that every time he moved, your back arched and you mewled as if you were just as animal as him. 

Jason purred the same choppy word in growls again and again. Mate. Mate. Mate . 

His cock throbbed painfully as he continued his brutal assault into your cunt, your breath getting knocked out with every thrust. You gasped for air, your eyes rolling back, you weren’t sure if you were cumming or if you were about to pass out from absolute bliss. 

“ Mine- ” He growled against your ear and his spark teeth closed around your shoulder. 

You cried out at the harsh pain- His teeth didn’t break skin but it was still enough to make you dizzy. You felt yourself get stretched more again at his knot started to form.

Jason sat back on his hind legs and twisted you around to face him. You were a ragdoll in his hands as he held your smaller body in his massive paws and fucked you onto his cock like no tomorrow. 

His bright green eyes were locked onto yours. He couldn’t knot you unless you agreed. He held himself back- trying his best to not let go if you weren’t all here with him. You gave the tiniest of nods possible and that was all he needed. 

His tongue invaded your mouth, shoving deep into your throat as he moved your sloppy cunt up and down his red cock. With a final pull, he settled you down onto his knot and came. 

You felt like your insides were melting as he shot hot ropes of cum deep into you. Your head falling back and you crying out in painful pleasure. The stretch and the warmth mixing together so filthily. You could feel him dripping down your thighs but you were locked on and there was no going anywhere. 

Gently, Jason licked at your skin, nudging your face with his snout, making sure you were alright. You gave a barely audible hum and he relaxed slightly. He moved backwards and laid back into the den he’d made for you, letting you lay on top of him as his knot slowly subsided. 

He knew he’d help clean you up and help you sleep against his warm fur. But that was for later. 

For now, this was all he needed. You on top, locked onto him. 

. . . Fic Master List.

[goldfades]

★ BREAK THE BED (LITERALLY) ─── CC²²

❪ requested -> "Can I pleaseeee get a fic where cc actually breaks the bed?? I just know her strap game in rough after a loss" ❫

─ warnings | nsfw under the cut, read at ur own discretion. kinda angsty but not rly???? just very angry cait (for the most part), mention of the media being mean, STRAP!!!!!!!!!!!! degradation with a sprinkle of praise, the bed actually breaking lol (who woulda thought?), it ends in a funny way and aftercare with so much cuteness u might die!!!!

─ ev's notes | kinda word vomit but this concept makes me go feral!!!!!!!

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the entire night, caitlin had gotten absolutely dogged on. the game had been brutal, not just physically but emotionally. she could still feel the sting of missed shots, the weight of turnovers, and the disappointment of her teammates' glares. the fans' cheers had turned to jeers, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of letting everyone down.

off the court, the media scrutiny was relentless. headlines dissected her every move, analyzing her performance with a critical eye. she was sick of it, and with each passing moment, her anger only seemed to grow stronger. she wanted to scream, to lash out at something, anything, that could bear the weight of her frustration.

"oh, fuck!" you moaned as you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, gripping the sheets beneath you. caitlin had you bent over her bed as she fucked into you relentlessly, one of her hands gripping your hip as the other pushed your head into the mattress. "please,"

her thrusts were fast and unforgiving, she was absolutely wrecking you. you'd both been at it for what felt like hours but in reality, your legs felt like they were about to give out at any moment but neither of you cared ─ it felt so good.

"fuck, yeah. take it, fucking take it," caitlin's groans came out breathless as her head fell back, as if she could really feel you through the thick piece of plastic. "good fucking girl, yeah,"

you nodded your head against the mattress at her praise, feeling the coil in your stomach begin to tighten. you loved it when cait treated you like this ─ she was usually caring but right now it felt like she couldn't care less about how you felt.

and you can admit to almost anyone that having a hot and tall hooper girlfriend has many perks ─ including getting absolutely fucking wrecked by her strap after terrible games.

"please, fuck," you choked out as you felt yourself begin to shake underneath her, your face contorting into one of pure bliss.

"fucking slut," the words came out smoothly as you moaned in response. she wasn't ever much of a degrader but god, did it feel good.

caitlin gripped your hair even harder as she pulled you up so that she press kisses against your jaw as she continued to fuck into you. "you like that? fuck, baby, you like getting called a slut? yeah?"

"yeah," you sobbed out as caitlin pressed her lips against yours in a sloppy kiss.

caitlin pushed your head back against the mattress and somehow, her thrusts got even rougher and faster. "oh fuck yeah, take it like a slut. i know you like that shit, stop whining,"

that was all it took for you to cum around her strap, your cries of pleasure echoing throughout her apartment. she didn't stop, she kept fucking you until you rode out your high.

caitlin kept pressing sloppy kisses on your shoulders and neck as you caught your breath, she wrapped her arms around your naked back and pulled you closer. you could feel her smile on your neck as you both stayed like that for a few moments, relishing in each other.

and that was all she needed to feel okay again. suddenly all the media and all the bullshit didn't matter anymore, because at least you were with her. and at the end of the day, she has a sexy ass girlfriend who can take her rough strap game after a tough loss (and who supports and cherishes her).

she pulled out of you slowly, wary of your very sensitive pussy. you winced as her expression turned thoughtful, "you okay, honey?"

"yeah," you whispered out as caitlin's hands gripped your hips and slowly pushed you on the bed. you turned around to meet her face and she pushed your hair out of your face, taking in your beautiful face.

she put one leg on the bed and began to move toward you, only for the mattress to completely complete collapse underneath. caitlin's eyes widened in surprise as the mattress collapsed beneath her, sending both of you tumbling to the floor with a thud. you let out a startled gasp, the sudden movement catching you off guard.

for a moment, there was silence, save for the sound of your breathing and the creaking of the broken bed frame. then, a burst of laughter bubbled up from deep within you, and soon caitlin joined in, her laughter filling the room.

"holy shit, dude," you laughed as caitlin caught her breath.

caitlin kept giggling as she shook her head in amusement. "my strap game that good?"

"i can't believe we actually like... we broke the bed," you both dissolved into fits of laughter again, the absurdity of the situation sinking in.

caitlin smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "i guess that's what happens when you bring your a-game," she quipped, earning another round of laughter from both of you. "my ego really, really needed that, whew."

your expression softened as your girlfriend looked back at you, before continuing. "no seriously, even if we keep this losing streak up, at least i have you to make me feel better."

"really? that was all it took, one good fuck and you're all better?" you smirked as caitlin nodded, in all seriousness.

"oh, yes. absolutely. half of those dudes can't get their girls to orgasm with their real dicks. i did it with a damn strap and i got you screaming your head off, oh and i broke the bed," caitlin explained as you began laughing again. "i'm never gonna be able to take 'em seriously now, cause like... sure i keep getting dogged on but i'm still adjusting and!"

she pulled you closer into her chest, "i have a sexy girlfriend,"

"that's the spirit, baby," you laughed again as you squeezed your tall girlfriend.

caitlin chuckled, her arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "damn right," she said, her voice filled with pride. "and don't you forget it."

"never doubted it for a second," you replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "you're the sexiest, most badass girlfriend a girl could ask for."

"i love you, sweetheart," she mumbled against your head as she leaned toward you again before she felt the bed give way beneath you both once more. this time, however, instead of laughter, there was a collective groan as you hit the floor with a thud.

"love you too, but how are we gonna sleep tonight?" you groaned as caitlin sighed.

"i'm calling a hotel, hold on," caitlin sighed as she got up from the broken bed and walked out of the room.

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[weebsinstash]

I know the show isn't out yet but Stayed Gone is stuck in my head and I'm chugging my yandere Vox juice so hard right now. I think he has the capacity to be absolutely insufferable

---for starters THE SPYING POTENTIAL WITH THIS MAN. You're telling me he can directly plug himself in to the city power grid and see through all televisions, potentially even phones and computers too? Could he put himself on your phone and start going through your texts? Could he even just put himself on your phone real quick while you're sleeping to check in on you? You couldn't even have privacy in your own home because of whatever screens are around he could potentially shoot himself to or watch you through. Imagine just being in your apartment completely alone and he's suddenly on your tv. Like what if you had just been sitting there topless or with your dick out or something or 👀 I mean. He could see so much, really...

---God honestly like. You know I keep mentioning the Instagram without ever attaching pics or anything because I'm on mobile and I'd have to use the hazbin Instagram archive blogs here on tumblr to go find them back like, you know Val would openly post the meanest shit, would literally post Vox's face being busted up because he woke Val up from a nap or i think it was he literally just brought him the wrong soda (which to be fair was taken from Velvet and was half empty), and then you go over to Vox's account and his pic was taping his pieces back on while being really frustrated and kinda lowkey looking like he would cry

Like Val's out here "women are stupid also men are stupid too" and talking about how he adopted a dog and killed it within like 48 hours and here's Vox celebrating his pet's birthday with cake and a party like. Why are these men together. Why. Why. Don't get me wrong I love to be the involuntary third in a toxic codependency but--

look all I'm saying is... do any of you get really really upset when you see someone being mistreated, especially more so a friend of yours?

READER JUST LOSING THEIR SHIT GETTING FERAL ANGRY SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AT VAL BECAUSE HE PULLS SOME SHIT and like that's IT for you because 1. Valentino might like actually backhand you one as well, do you think he wears rings so it hurts, 2. Vox sees you defending him and like, it's based on your own preferences really but if he wasn't already gaga this CEMENTS it and 3. especially if he watches you have to take a blow for trying to stick up for him. Like what if you cry. I have a low pain threshold, I'd be sniveling and crying at the least. Valentino storms off and Vox is helping peel you off the floor cause you curled up into a ball or some shit and he's sitting there thinking "wow they suck at this but they still did it for me 🥺"

---during his song with Alastor, it's a little confusing because they show an actual camera crew when he's turning the TVs on, but i think it's pretty clear that he can control whatever the screens show visually, thus his little zany sketches and being able to talk to himself and at one point, showed the visual of himself blocking the radio Alastor was projecting on right next door. I can just see him using this to kind of.... fuck with you, really! Or do whatever he wants? He's trying to suck up to you and he's surrounded by roses, or you're his co-host/guest host and he thinks your joke was funny and gives a little audience laughter as a treat

Or you know... you're running from him down the street, passing all these different screens and displays as they power on and show things like, him "jumping in front of you" while demanding you stop or, trying to show some kind of blackmail publicly, or just, begging you to just ACCEPT HIM and showing you all the fun things he could do with you, "cmon, I said I was sorry, stop freaking the fuck out! We can- we can do that thing you've always wanted to do, what about that?!" as he tries to project you two doing something fun, but most importantly, doing it TOGETHER. You're running from him terrified and he's showing you images of like you two smiling and happy or, it becomes scarier as he's more desperate

"Don't-don't make me do something fucked up!! I'm serious, STOP RUNNING" and he's like freaking out, showing shit of trying to hold you down, tying you up, and/or shoving you into a locked room

Sudden thoughts of "what if the more emotional and unstable he becomes, the less he can control his intrusive thoughts and shows his more impulsive darker desires". He's tweeking and the screen glitches and you briefly think you see yourself completely restrained, blindfolded, gagged--

---he's just like OBVIOUSLY so prideful but also immature and whiny ("who gives a shit about alastor?" Well you, mr hes just quietly minding his own business and I'LL start beef because i feel threatened and STILL LOSE, like awww my poor little pogchamp got publicly humiliated in an argument HE started out of nowhere, he's my little sad wet baby lmaoooo) and we already know his relationship with Val can become physically abusive, so, you pair him staying in that kind of relationship, being codependent, with this personality of his, and I can just see.... ACTUALLY FUCKING TRIGGERED LIKE LITERALLY CRYING UPSET VOX BECAUSE YOU REJECTED HIM like he's pissed he's hurt he's lonely he's heartbroken and HELL NO IS HE GONNA ACCEPT THIS

Vox would be over here proudly claiming on his TV show that NO HE REJECTED Y O U, not the other way around! He's not upset! He's totally fine! Meanwhile everyone watching can tell this man is manic and visibly hotboxing copium, "I didn't even really like you anyways!!.... no, I mean, shit, fuck, COMMERCIAL BREAK--" *cut to technical difficulties screen because the man is CRYINGGG*

-- Valentino and Reader bonding over teasing Vox and making him flustered and of course, obviously, the inverse. I still kinda like the idea of "they both think you're cute but like nothing exciting until one night they bump into you unplanned and you're all dressed up". Like Val is from the 70s or 80s so they go to a roller rink disco whatever kinda place because I'm sure the coke game there is INSANE and you're just like, swaying your hips spinning around to Let It Whip or September or something dressed in some shorts that make your ass look just right 🤌

You're sneaking back into the studio after a night out and they're both lounging somewhere and Val's like "uhhhh who is THIS coming in without saying hi to Daddy?" and you pull your sunglasses down like "SIR??? 😳" And now HE'S flustered because he didn't know that was you and Vox is feeling some new kinda way because he's used to seeing you in like, your work uniform or casual wear

Val who then makes your work uniform really slutty and you have to serve him and Vox wearing it 😩❤️

---I have this thought of like lmao imagine walking down the sidewalk with Angel and seeing Vox on TV and Angel is like "ya know he can see everything outta dese things when he's plugged in" and you're like "bullshit, he couldn't possibly process that many screens at once, it'd overload his brain, he wouldnt be able to concentrate" and you're like "here I'll prove it, hey Vox, check it out you fucking dweeb" and flash him your bare titties or you MOON HIM

scenario A would be that he INSTANTLY barks out laughing, "hey Val, that dumb slut who brings you drinks just flashed me!" And he just totally shows it on the air, maybe partially censored, maybe not at all, your phone is ringing IMMEDIATELY, of COURSE it's Val, and Vox is broadcasting your mortified embarrassed expression, "our big story tonight: drunk bimbo fucks around and finds out! More updates after this word from our sponsor!" and the man will noooootttttttt stop bullying the fuck out of you afterwards, because he's got a crush on you and you're like someone weaker than him his insecure ass can punch down on

Scenario B is that he instantly turns pink and about 5 seconds later he blue screens and the entire city experiences a blackout and when he comes back on the air he's like stammering and, glancing at, it FEELS like he keeps glancing at you, but, is he really?

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I dunno... like I'm sure Valentino is gonna wind up being unstable in his own way but I guess there's a certain, ALLURE to Vox being a little bratty and whiny while also having these very VERY handy, actually quite scary abilities and resources 👀 like boy show me what that screen do 😫💦

[marvelous-slut]

Call Back - Chibs Telford x Reader

YALL!! I can’t lie, I am a hoe for this troupe if you can’t tell from my other works. Like the close friends daughter? Idk it makes me feral. I swear to god I don’t have daddy issues, like I have the best dad ever so idk why I’m like this but here’s this work that has been stuck in my drafts for weeks.

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY! Age gaps & smut.

You watched the club members make their way into the club house as you puffed on the joint that rested between your fingers. Chucky had kept you company while you waited for them to come back from a run. As much as you wanted to slap the shit out of Chibs when he come through the door, you held back. Knowing you couldn’t risk Clay finding out that one of his most trusted members had been with his daughter right under his nose. Even if through all the rage you felt right now toward him, you’d never want him to get hurt.

While the MC was on a run, you’d realized you’d forgot many of your things at Chibs house the night before they left. He told you were the extra key was through text for you to get them back, a part of you wished you’d never went in. You found your things and as you did, the phone rung. Before you shut the door to leave, you heard a voice mail being recorded and decided to stay and listen. Sure, maybe it was a little bit of an invasion of privacy but you wanted to know who else needed to talk to him besides the club and you.

“It’s Fi. Fillip, I want our family back. Jimmy is gone, hasn’t been here for months. Haven’t heard from him either. There’s no sense in us stayin’ apart now. Let me know when you get this, please.” Family? What family? The only family you’d known Chibs to have was the MC. You cursed yourself for not listening to Clay and Gemma more when they’d talk about the members and their lives. You’d think the feelings you’d had for Chibs through the years of being around the club would have made your ears perk up when they’d chat about him. Maybe it was a detail you’d heard and didn’t care about, as you’d never met or seen him with a woman, thinking it was an old fling. Chucky filled you in once you brought it up, telling you how Chibs had been married before with a daughter. He didn’t know much more besides that.

“You gotta go home, no need for you to be here.” Clay says, throwing his bag on the pool table. “And put that shit out, this place reeks of pot cause of you.” He walks past you, just like you were a stranger in the house. You didn’t know what happened on the run, but it had to be something tough. Clay typically treated you and Gemma both like dirt on his shoes when a run went bad or an issue come up with the club. It didn’t make the coldness he came off with sting any less. The hurt was plastered on your face, you put your joint out in the ash tray and ran out of the club house in tears. Pushing past Chibs as you did. Jax looks at him, confused as to what happened.

“Think it’s somethin’ with Clay. I’ll go make sure she’s okay.” He says, Jax nods his head and follows the rest into the house. Jax cared about you, sometimes both of you thought he cared more about you than Clay but right now he had to fill his role as VP.

“Love,” He begins to say. You turn around, laughing as you did. Between the new found information of him being married and your fathers cold demeanor toward you, something snapped inside of you.

“Shut up!” You yell at him, he’s confused and shocked as you’d never talked to anyone this way before in your whole life. Even if you had Gemma for a step mom you weren’t quick to yell out in anger or use your fists to resolve issues like her, even sometimes being like a dog that keeps getting beat down makes anyone eventually explode. “Don’t you have a fucking wife to get back to?” You ask, Chibs eyes widen. He’s speechless and you take the opportunity to get in your car and drive off from the club. Wanting to be anywhere but here.

_____

You laid on your bed looking up at the ceiling, unable to think of anything other than Chibs. Even your father snapping at you today didn’t hurt like this did. That you were used to, being lied to by someone you trusted deeply wasn’t. It was 12:42AM, not a word from Chibs or Clay. You were shocked that Gemma hadn’t been crawling up your ass to find out where you were. Typically you’d go over to visit before heading to your house but today you just wanted to be alone. Trying to sleep hadn’t worked out in your favor and you’re forced to lay in bed with only your many racing thoughts. Before anything else can cross your mind, you hear a knock at the door. You grab your pistol, not knowing who would be here at this time of night. When you look through the peep hole, you’re somewhat shocked at who you see.

“What do you want?” You ask, opening the door. A part of you was excited that he was here so the two of you could talk, but the anger in you didn’t want to see him at all.

“I want to talk.” He says, pushing past you into the house. You couldn’t lie, it was kind of hot that he asserted himself like this. It was always sexy when he did it, one of the many reasons you liked him. He sits down on the couch and you sit on the other end, looking at him. He was looking at you, almost like he was waiting on an explanation. You chuckled, slapping your hands on your thighs as you did.

“What?” You ask sharply, he leans back into the cushions, placing his hands on the top of his head.

“I listened to the voicemail that you heard, and deleted it as soon as it was done playin’. I married Fi when I was in Ireland and younger, a man named Jimmy O got me kicked out of the IRA and married Fi. Raised my daughter, Kerrianne.” This was a lot to process right now, your head still swimmy from the tears youd shed through the day. “Also, did this to ma face.” He says, pointing at the scars that ran over his cheeks. You sit, listening to everything he’s saying. It sounds like some kind of TV show, how the hell do you get kicked out of a country unless you’re a terrorist?

“Listen lass, I should have told you about Fi and my Kerrianne, but it just wasn’t something I thought about bringin’ up to ya. You make me forget all the bad shit in my life, when I’m with ya I don’t have to think about any of it.” He moves over to sit beside you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “Fi hasn’t had a hold on me since the day you decided to spill ya drink on me.” You smiled at him and laughed. It was your first night back in Charming after moving away for college, Chibs only faintly remembered you when you were younger but you’d made an impression on him your first night back. Being drunk out of your mind, staggering everywhere and eventually bumping into him and your drink flying all over him. You sigh deeply, looking away from him as you attempt to hold anymore tears from coming out. He turns your head back to him, resting his forehead onto yours.

“I know it’s wrong and I know Clay would put a bullet in ma head if he knew about this, but I love you lass. I can’t help it.” He says, at this moment you don’t need to hear anything else he has to say. You lay your lips onto his and he returns the favor. You feel his rough and calloused hands run up your leg, shivering as the coldness from his rings hits your skin. You let out a soft whimper as you’d missed this familiar feeling of his hands on your body.

“How I’ve missed that noise.” He breathes out, breaking the kiss. You stand up, adjusting your clothes. You don’t know why you did, sooner rather than later they’d be scattered across the floor anyways. You reach a hand out and he accepts, following you to your bedroom. Once the two of you are in, he sheds his kutte and lays it on the desk that sits in your corner. The familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke takes over your senses as he places his lips to your neck, kissing gently and carefully not to leave a mark on your precious skin. Before you knew it, your shorts and underwear were scattered on the ground along with his clothes. You lay down on the bed as he hovers over you, typically you got things rolling by landing on your knees for him but he felt like he needed to make this about you. The beads that hang from his neck are hanging in-front of your face, a sight you’ll never get tired of seeing. You feel his hand sliding to your dripping cunt, he slides in two fingers and you arch your back in pleasure. He would have started off with one, but he knew you’d immediately tell him to add another just like you always did.

“So beautiful.” He says as he’s kissing the inside of your thighs. “So wet.” The kisses, how his fingers curl inside of you, hitting your spot just right it was all enough to send your head spinning. His fingers are buried deep in you, but he’s moving them at such an agonizing pace. Knowing you were going insane and silently begging him to spend up his movements. He leans down to you, placing his lips onto yours. This time it’s messy, almost sloppy but you don’t mind.

“Always takin’ my fingers so well, can you still take this cock just as good love?” It had been a few weeks since the two of you had sex due to him being on the run and you’d longed for this moment since the day he left with the MC for Tacoma. You nodded your head yes, knowing if you tried to speak you’d just embarrass yourself by stammering around. He slides himself into you, your hands tighten around his arms as you feel yourself stretch around him. Once he’s buried himself into you and sees the pleasure across your face, he starts to thrust into you slowly trying to set his pace.

“Fuck.” You manage to moan out, he moves the hair from your face so he can take in your beauty. To the both of you, the sex you had was like a drug. Once never being enough. The first time it happened, he insisted it would be the last as well. The minute he slid himself inside of you, seeing your face and feeling you clench around him he knew he’d made himself a liar. Every-time was sensual, even when it was a quick fuck it was always meaningful.

“You always take me so well, love. Almost like this pussy was made just for me.” He lets out as the grip on your hips tightens. You feel your stomach begin to tighten, your face burning and you know you’re there. He knows it too, pumping into you steadily but harsher. “Be a good girl and let go all over me aye?” The words sent you over the edge, bucking your hips against him to intensify the experience. It sends him over the edge, watching you like you can’t get enough of him and he releases into you. Not worrying wether there was a condom on or not. He pulls himself out, grabbing a towel to help you clean up and get himself situated. You wrap yourself up in a silk robe as you watch him dress, knowing the worst moment of him leaving was coming.

“You know you can stay right? Dad shouldn’t be down this way anytime soon.” You tried your best, hoping he’d give in. He sighs, tightening his belt. He walks over to you, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll see you tomorrow love. I have some things to take care of tonight.”

Chibs rides home, it’s almost 3AM and he’s feeling it as his eye lids become heavier and heavier. He silently thanks God when he makes it inside that he didn’t crash his bike into a semi on his way here from the fatigue. He sits on the couch, staring at the phone. He listens to the voicemail from Fiona once more, thinking of her and the life they had. How they had a shot of getting that back. His mind then went to you, he loved you and he couldn’t shake the feeling. He hated to lie to you, but at this moment he didn’t know which path to go down. Telling you the voicemail and feelings for his wife were gone was better than saying “I don’t really know what to do”. He couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you as he’d already seen how that went earlier in the day at the club house.

He didn’t fear anyone, but he knew it would be tricky with you due to Clay. He knew he’d never be able to boast or call you his old lady. Things would be a secret till the day Clay died, and Chibs didn’t like keeping those. He picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number, praying he’d get the mailbox before he had anymore time to think.

“Hey Fi. It’s Fillip. Just wanted to see if you still wanted to talk.”

[heavywithourbabies]

So I am a bigger dude myself, and for the most part I'm usually the dom in most situations, but I can't lie. I am a little bit of a switch, and nothing would make me more feral than getting ordered around by a heavily pregnant Boss Queen Bad Ass Bitch.

I love sexually confident women who take charge and I pretty much want a terribly pregnant woman to use and abuse me. Tie me up and treat me like a wild animal that can't control himself, tease me mercilessly for my raging pregnancy fetish, demand I give you everything I have until you've reached satisfaction. Ask me if I'm pleased with how pregnant I got you. Ask if it turns your wild dog on that you're so gravid and swollen. Work me into a frenzy and rub my cock on your fecund belly asking If I like grinding against your baby bump.

Go ahead. Take charge. Tell me when we fuck. How we fuck. Where we fuck. Tell me where to kiss you. Teach me the proper way to rub my big pregnant queens belly. Order me to suck on your raw aching nipples. Instruct me how to please your swollen pussy. Demand your pleasure from me. Grind your swollen pussy on my mouth and tell me to eat up. All while you keep reminding me it's my fault you're so heavy with child.

[gloomyteddybear]

dark fantasy concept

introduction

tw/cw: blood, body horror, mild suggestive, fucked up morals and content that comes with the dark fantasy genre, dehumanization(?);

isekai modern-reader into 'ye olde darke-medieval-fantasy' but instead of into the body of a human to re-create the industrial revolution. put them into the body of a very cryptid/monstrous version of a vamp

at first mc starts like rlly feral, jumbly-instinct thoughts. but as they begin to drink more blood they get more grounded. so basically hunger = madness or smth.

there's also gamer/leveling up/system adjacent things. but only for mc. where it basically counts how much kills they have and it rewards them with skills and its also kinda like a countdown to how many liters of blood they have left until they go bonkers.

since it's the medieval times, technology ain't that good, or most of anything for that matter. it's bad.

since mc is a spoiled city mouse, they rlly want to have modern commodities that only rich people at this time gets. like frequent baths, good infrastructure and basic plumbing. fancy shit like that.

they kinda get obsessed w/ it since its literally the only thing that's familiar and comforting to them so they try rlly hard to get it. either by killing rich people and stealing their houses or building their own spooky mansion by becoming a noble or smth.

it's kinda like those tropes of rich pretty vampire that gets absolutely monstrous w/o blood. with the bright eyes and growling with sharp teeth.

mc really hates when they get feral cause it makes them feel like a mindless monster, not unlike those that gets killed by hunters and mercenaries. so they cope by being as 'civil/cultured/refined' as possible.

absolutely disgusted at the idea of drinking blood, so they keep gaslighting themself into thinking it's wine. prolly has tarps or smth on their table and fancy glasses.

they often come off as arrogant or stand-offish in the 'don't touch me with ur dirty hands peasant' way, but in reality they're just... a paranoid myso/germaphobe.

they're really fancy, imagine ye stereotypical vamp aesthetic but in sleeping robes. just, like, a really comfortable vampire.

and they have really terrifying non-romanticized features as a nod to the feral-cryptid side they rlly want to hide. like the trope of vampire having tapedum lucidum  or unique teeth marks (y's in leeches or patterns)---

---not those sharp and needle-like teeth for puncture that will leave delicate dot-scarring, perfect for symbiosis, self-control and donations. but textured teeth that's obvious that there's no way to stop the bleeding even if you wanted to, meant for gouging and death. kinda like bullet shrapnel or twisted daggers.

but it won't be complete w/out character interactions.

❤︎ mercenary / monster hunter (placeholder: montague )

>kinda like the witcher or mando at first glance. stoic, gruff guy, very tanky but somehow is very stealthy. has a dog trained to smell blood-trails and harmed prey, it is very rotund 'cause of treats. it's name is whinny (a pun, win, whiny, wine(both the drink and the olde english for friend)) like it's owner, the dog find you sus but later becomes attached to you.

>tendencies probably started out in pity, 'damn is this a baby vamp? hopeless. guess i gotta feed them so they get strong enough to be a honorable adversary'. love a guy with a code of honor but dubious morality. but then he got too into it? he finds the fact that a 'monster' has more of a moral compass than him interesting (ur human kill count being lower, disliking torture, etc) lowkey wants to fix you but in a making you better at murder way.

>has a protective dynamic w/ reader but only later on (monty basically wanted them dead lol), brings them lots of prey to feed on (mostly of the bipedal variety, wink wink nudge nudge), if ya refuse to feed there's definitely going to be some tough-love to encourage a healthy diet.

>can be either romantic or familial dynamic. but there's definitively a touch of fear/intimidation on either party.

❤︎ honored guest / your good friend (placeholder: aldwin )

>is either a himbo or really 'cowardly'. the first guy you ever met that you didn't outright attempt-to or kill. kinda milk-toast at first glance. but the only guy you know can't and won't kill you. you often contemplate turning him into a thrall to keep you company for as long as you 'live', (he isn't that opposed to the idea) but often back out because you still have modern sensibilities, mind control bad.

>you often baby him, both in fear of making him scared of you (the smell is fearousel not actual fear) and also because technically he is one compared to you. that's a grown man, he's not actually scared of your mansion he just wants to be near you 24/7.

>sometimes you use him as a juice box, but only after hosting extravagant dinner parties whenever he visits (which is often, on both), making sure he eats enough to replace the blood and too drunk to feel pain. it was actually his idea, managed to convince himself that the dinner is for replenishing and not because you want to celebrate him. the actual feeding is awkward, you refuse to use your teeth and used one of the dinner knifes.

>friend zone/ one sided. mc is in denial/deeply oblivious. can be read as codependent (emotionally).

❤︎ the scholar / the monster doctor (placeholder: boris )

>doctor/physician guy. he has glasses :), someone who takes ur ideas seriously, sees you as a kindred soul, both in the studies and about your nature. has a whole jekyll and hyde situation, his jobs is kinda the reason why he goes awoo in the night. he's surprisingly very soft? mild mannered, polite, a proper gentleman. (whinny hates him lmao)

>kinda a goldigger, first approached you with the intent of having you sponsor his 'research' (monster biology) but later decided to have a collab w/ you. you still treat him as kinda of a sugarbaby still, reserving a special place in the manor to serve as his lab and giving him lots of artifacts and equipment. you mostly do it to see if he has a cure for vampirism (aside from a very painful death), but it's nice to see a very chivalrous man get flustered when it's him being spoilt.

>the wolf side is the complete opposite of his demeanor, feral, bloodthirsty and animalistic, it attacks and destroys everything in it's wake, it cannot harm you due to your strength, but the intent is obvious. it's a very harrowing affair filled with angst, (except the part where you're prepping for the full moon and needing to chain him with silver), you know what's its like to lose control and hurt someone innocent so you always try to do damage control for his sake.

>kinda puts you in a pedestal, sees you as someone out of his league.

❤︎ the oldest servant / elder-vampire butler  (placeholder: aldair )

>kinda older looking in appearance but still pretty-boy enough(? somehow). you didn't turn him, he came with the mansion. he used to be a thrall to someone else but now he's a under your reign. has beef with everyone except monty (prolly teaming to make you less hopeless), specially hates aldwin. he's less alfred, more sebastian/claude or ron molan(TCF).

> it's not exactly known why he's loyal, considering he wanted to kill his previous sire and you don't treat him any better (by your standards, vampire culture is weird). maybe it was the way you just... 'subdued' it and allowed him the pleasure of killing his torturer? causing some weird begrudging-debt turned devotion, that or the fact that you are not a pureblood---or at least act like one.

> kinda thinks ur a spoiled wimp but still spoils you. way too knowledgeable abt your habits, you stretch out a hand and he's already putting a glass of 'wine' between your fingers. you shift in your seat? he's already getting you a footstool (mostly an unfaithful servant or a prisoner), you accidentally tear out someone's throat? he's already collecting their blood in bottles, cleaning the crime scene and creating your alibi.

> you're deff being primed for something. maybe related to the dozens of bottles (and sacrifices) in your cellar.

[2af-afterdark]

Would you believe me if I said I have some more ✨thots✨ on Omega MC in WHB?

Like how Beel/Bael is a two for one deal because MC’s sweet sweet heat pheromones are driving them crazy?

Or how everyone in Abbadon (idk if it’s one or two B’s) just are eagerly waiting to help (and by eagerly I mean fighting each other to have a chance)

Or how Naberius and Buer are just at each other because they should be helping the sweet “innocent” omega? (Dogs man /j)

I do wonder if you have any other thots on this, go as rabid and feral as you want for this, I live for Chaos

🦩

I saved this ask. I saved it for a rainy day. Today is my rainy day. fun fact: omegaverse is one of my comfort genres. I read it whenever I need a pick-me-up

First part

Bell would pop up in Avisos unexpectedly the moment MC enters their heat (he smelled it across all of Hell); walking into the sight of Bael already peeling open their shirt and groping them while his nose is buried against their neck to sniff at their sweet scent. They are both turned on by smell and a human omega is a new experience; a surprisingly sweet treat. Cut to MC in Bael's lap, his hands all over them, and Bell eating away at their wet entrance. MC will walk away covered it bite marks... if they could walk afterward, that is.

Abbadon is a complete toss up. I have the feeling a few members would be more than happy to work together (see Phenix and Ronove) but some may want MC along because they don't think the poor human could handle the session if they had to handle more than one devil all on their own. RIP to the cute omega, because those devils will still go back-to-back without giving them a proper break. Good thing Paradise Lost is always ready to lend a helping hand. Speaking of which....

Imagine Paradise Lost! The healers are no joke. If anyone knows how to be extra rough with a desperate omega, it has to be them. They have the terrifying ability of healing people to the point that it's like they were never injured at all. They can go pretty far as long as MC doesn't die or lose a limb... And considering how rotted an omega's brain could be during a heat, they may not even notice how rough the boys are being. All they know is that everything feels good.

But, yes, I think Naberius would be the worst™. Dog smells bitch in heat (affectionate) and loses his fucking mind. He would be humping MC so fast that they wouldn't be able to do much else than beg him for more. God save you if you try to come near his omega. He will bite you will all three of his mouths (I like to believe he turns into his Cerberus form when MC is sleeping so they can cuddle against the big puppy).

Glasyalabolas would be a jerk about it though. He lives for chaos. He would tease and torment MC without a hint of relief just so they keep spreading all those sweet omega pheromones and drive everyone else crazy. He'd watch the entirety of Hell turn into fistfights over MC... then he'd finally steal MC away and give them what they've been craving from him just so all the fighting was pointless and everyone else is left blue balled.

LEVIATHAN THOUGH! Just imagine him finding out MC is in heat! Imagine how quickly he grabs MC from wherever the fuck in Hell they are at that moment and stealing them away to his room so that he's the only one enjoying their sweet scent. Imagine how many days he spends with them completely drunk on their heat, loving on him and only him. Then imagine how envious he is after MC's heat passes because "do you only feel that way about me when your mind is addled?" so he makes them prove that's how they always feel about him for a few more days on top of it.

And what about Mammon?!?!?!?!?! Man owns the world and would gladly give it to MC in a heartbeat. He also has zero hang ups about sexual acts in public, so I can see him going about his day despite MC's heat and just letting them climb on top of him whenever they need it. Fuck! I wouldn't be surprised if the entirety of Tartaros is as their disposal and that they don't have someone waiting on them hand and foot between the the high points of their heat. I'm sure Bimet would jump at the chance, just saying.

And Satan... Dear sweet Satan would let them cling to him all day and they could have sex and roughly or as gently as they want. He's there for them as long as they need him. If anyone else comes sniffing, he will kick them across Gehenna. MC doesn't need anyone else coming around right now when they're so vulnerable.

Meanwhile, poor Minhyeok has to deal with getting back all their use panties that smell like heat and slick. Man may go into a rut and have enough cum to fill more than one jar. I'm sure MC will need all that extra love during and after their heat.

[onmyyan]

How do your ocs feel about a spit kink? Like reader gets messy w it and kinda drools when they 👉👌 and maybe she's a lil possessive and spits in their mouth even if she's babbling and losing her mind on them. Also if that's gross it can also be like when she's subbing she gives them little wet baby kisses bc that's all she has the energy for 🥺 idk like I'm trying to give a tame alternative here hsjsks. Also also i think it'd be so funny if their s/o was like....biting and marking them and feeling guilty about being possessive and has no idea that these big hot guys are yanderes and 10000000x worse than her lolol

A/N: Dw you can never get too nasty when these mf's are involved. SMUTTY LIL SCENARIOS BASED ON THIS PERFECT REQUEST

Caspian loses his mind, you spit in this mans mouth and he's busting I'm sorry I don't make the rules. Likes to make a big show of swallowing, "Do it again." He begs in the softest, whiniest little voice, whimpers when you do. Please lay claim to this man, he is never as happy as he is when your marking him, clawing into his back, show him who he belongs to.

Gabe is sloppy and messy himself so when you drool some of his cum into his mouth he's folding you in half and pounding you so hard neither of you can walk well tomorrow. If you bite him he will rut into you like a wild dog, please make him bleed, he's a certified Daddy Dom but pull his hair back, make him bare his neck and sink your teeth into his skin, watch how fast he starts begging.

Ricky turns as red as his eyes, instant subspace, he's moaning into your mouth and begging for more, not even sure what hes asking for he just needs you to do that again please. Hurt him, tell him his cock is yours and yours alone, he gets borderline feral after, fucks into you with so much vigor it shakes the bed, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he babbles broken little "Thank you's"

Marcos swallows hard making sure to look you in the eye when he does, "Fuck yes- c'mon baby treat me like your whore." He feels like a virgin again the way it has his hips stuttering and his dick throbbing, he's addicted to the pain you inflict when you get possessive in bed, all the bites and hickeys, loves watching you get rougher and rougher, the little shit riles you up on purpose. "Mark me up baby- ngh- show em' who I belong to."

Manny is so fucking loud you do it partially to get him to quiet down, spitting in his mouth and stuffing your fingers in right after, he goes absolutely insane, his hips slapping against yours so hard you'd both be bruised, "Mmm, fuck baby please, more! I wan' more." He whines around your soaked digits, making an even bigger mess, the prettiest tears are streaming down his face because he doesn't stop once he cums, his pace never falters, he just keeps fucking into you like your lives depended on it. Overstims you both.

[k9punkout]

I know till being a pathetic wet cat is so true and a popular idea in the fandom but i beg you to consider how tragically dog-coded he is.

Due to the abuse he's faced all his life, till puts up walls around him for protection and lashes out whenever he feels threatened. He fights to hide his immense fear, even when he knows it's a losing battle, even when he knows it will only make things worse for him. He fights to hurt, not to save himself because he knows there is no saving him. Just like a cornered dog.

And like a dog, his weakest point is his own dependency . He can handle hurt on any level, survive through any physical violation that he faces (and holy hell, he faces ALOT), but the one thing that can ruin him is gentle love and abandonment. He fell deeply in love with Mizi because of her kind gestures and healthy affection, deifying her as a form of salvation because she possessed a kind of softness that he could never have for his own. He would have done anything just so her gaze could be on him for just a bit; i believe that he never wanted Mizi to belong with him, only that he wanted to bask in the transient attention of his idealized version of her. (I know till didn't write Cure, but it's heavily implied that the lyrics sung in the songs reflect the characters singing it. If this is true, the verse till sung in r6 means that till would have literally been willing to be abused again by Mizi just so he could have a taste of the kinder love he believed she could provide. And ofc she'd never do that but it's so fucked up and so tragic how he doesn't know anything about a healthy relationship.)

Just like a dog, till is desperately loyal. When ivan offered him the freedom he so desperately craved, he chose to turn it down so that he wouldn't leave mizi alone. His devotion to Mizi gave him a reason to continue on, which is why her absence affected him so. Dogs have a tendency to attach themselves to their owners to such an extreme extent that they could shut down entirely in the occasion of a loss, which is exactly what happened to till. Mizi went missing and he just. Gave up. Tried to khs in round 6 because he genuinely saw no purpose in living if the one thing he perceived to be good and pure ceased to be. (In his song in round 2, he whispers "dont leave me," which further hints at his fear of abandonment.)

This character coding is also visually displayed in the show through the way the aliens treat him, muzzling, beating, and petting him like a misbehaving animal. Till has spent his entire life trying to prove that he's not, but his life has been nothing but pain and suffering that weathered his instincts down to a basic, animalistic urge to hurt those that hurt him, and despite being the genius prodigy with such a complex mind, the one thing he so terribly craves is paradoxically simple: a gentle hand to lean into. Time and time again, he is treated like an animal, and though he is so much more than that he unconsciously proves the stereotype true. But how could he not? When it is all he has ever known?

On lighter notes, the way we see him act around mizi can literally ONLY be described as a "puppy crush." Like bro follows her around like a "lost puppy" and stares at her with "puppy-dog eyes" like ghhhh. He genuinely feels safe/at peace observing her, and that's why he's only ever seen smiling when she's around (EXCEPT for that night when he almost escaped with ivan, and someone please ask me to rant about the relationship between ivan and till because they make me so feral).

So yeah. Spreading the till dog angst agenda who's with me

Srry if this makes literally no sense it's late and i just needed to rant about him

[hannahbisssssss]

UH UH UHM UH

SO UH….. could i maybe request some hc or a drabble whatever about josef (creep 2 cause god damn he ages like wine) with a dom s/o?

uh i like thinking abt him being his weird, possessive protective, feral ex-theater kid self during the day but sex makes him feel really awkward (virgin ass) so if it’s just him he’s super willing to let you take the lead, however if he’s peachfuzz he’s a little more feral and animalistic. basically a bratty pup, being stubborn and aggressive with the deep desire to be corrected and forced to submit and be a good boy. (even in a non sexual setting, peachy wants to be told to sit on the floor by your feet if he wants attention, but ofc he’s still peachy so he tries to scare you and does his weird little mannerisms totally not so you have a reason to punish him later)

prob has a collar/harness kink. peachfuzz definitely wants to be manhandled and thrown around a bit, but weather he’s josef or peachy his eyes go all soft and starry and his body clearly reacts positively to being treated like a dog, tell him he’s a “good puppy” and he might accidentally cum.

(also im so weak for leg humping, its so cute but so humiliating and dehumanizing uwu)

also sorry if this is too much (im a f r e a k) if youre not comfy totally ignore this lmao im shameless

(- @bloodnhunny 👁️👄👁️)

Josef x Dom! Reader (HUGE NSFW WARNING)

As shown by the GIF, he's an awkward kind of guy.

When he meets up with you for the first time, he's shocked by how IN CHARGE you are.

You already have the camera rolling, trying to get the best footage possible.

When Josef tries to hijack some of your ideas, you're a no-nonsense kind of person.

He's taken aback when you say "no" to him for the first time. It was when he asked you to film him jumping off the bridge into the water.

"That's too dangerous."

Oh.

OH.

You were sort of... Protective of him?

He likes that.

Even though the two of you barely knew each other, he LOVED the way you took charge.

After he comes clean to you about everything. His tapes, victims, and even Peachfuzz, you're shockingly alright with it.

"Try to kill me and I'll curb stomp you."

Fuck.

That was hot to him.

The first time the two of you have sex, it is ELECTRIFYING.

You're taking the lead, making sure he knows he's in his place.

When he's Peachfuzz, he's a little bit more naughty.

You once swatted him for trying to hump your leg.

"You're being such a bad boy, Peachfuzz. Stop it."

His boner was visible within seconds.

That didn't stop him from trying to hump your leg.

He does it constantly now.

He once did it in your sleep and you slapped the mask off his head.

Josef tried to act like he didn't know what was going on.

You couldn't help but laugh.

Every time he's Peachfuzz in bed, he BEGS to be collared.

You secretly love to do it.

Josef cums quickly when he's Peachfuzz, as you know just how to treat him.

A little swat on the dick never hurt anyone.

Stroking him off while he's wearing the mask is one of Josef's favorite things.

Howls when he cums.

Is it cringe? Yes. Do you love it? Yes.

You occasionally let him hump you when you're turned on by it.

(You don't hide the fact that you like it.)

Being dominant with Peachfuzz comes just as naturally.

Yank on his collar a bit, call him a bitch, and bite his ear.

Dude.

He's going to EXCLUSIVELY wear the Peachfuzz mask.

Alright that's all bye.

WAIT I FORGOT THE SECOND PART OF THE ASK

You buy a wolf mask to see his reaction.

Holy fuck.

He instantly grabs Peachfuzz and starts to wrestle you.

I'm talking he RAN into the room to start fucking you.

You won't give up without a fight.

You wrestle one another, and finally pin Josef down.

He's instantly hard.

You begin to hump him and stroke him off as you're on top.

Bro LOVES it.

10/10 you do this all the time now.

[alexandraisyes]

joining in on ranting in you're ask box part- uh- idk 3?? 4??? I dont even know anymore

Anyway, *cough* i think still have some of these left (edit: I just finished typing this all out and think is defiently an understatement-)

SolarNexus: Solar just goes off on Moon for how much he hates Nexus. Thats all I have for that. I'm sorry im this close to forcing myself to start writing fanfiction again just to write this. Also for my true loves kiss saves Nexus idea- and just to write about Nexus finding who he is instead of who he's supposed to be. .... can you tell i think about these two a lot? (Edit: I prove later that I think about them even more, and Eclipse)

BloodySun: I'm like feral for these two- just, like- Bloodmoon giving dead birds and stuff to Sun and he's absolutley digusted but trying not to hurt their feelings- i- ansusnhas

Servant Sun x Servant Eclipse: I've seen like 1 ship fic with these two but I dont care. I'm obsessed. They need to hold hands and heal and go to therapy together. Obviously Eclipse would defiently be able to help Sun more (cause lord Eclipse), but Sun could defiently help Eclipse too. (Is Eclipse faking losing his memories/being reset or some shit canon? I've read too much fanfiction- im going to assume it is for this) he can also help Eclipse learn that he doesn't have to be fake all the time and thatd be cute

Nexus x Dark Sun: I dont even have thoughts about this. Like I have feelings but I dont have thoughts. I cant even reason why I like this, I just like the toxic yaoi. I just like the concept of Dark Sun not even liking Nexus but manipulating him- like- Moon turned bad x biggest moon hater. I also just like hurting Nexus so other characters can help him heal. Only thing turning me off from this ship is that its an alternate universe of his ex-brother who would most likely be his brother again if he had a redemption arc. Like- I love seeing the ship and I like the concept just it gives me the ick, but thats okay cause I dong have to rot over every ship. Actually, I'm glad I'm not obsessed with this ship I dont need more angst living in my brain. ... I am obsessed with it in a platonic sense tho so I guess the angst is in my brain anyway

Nexus x Eclipse but its when they were looking for who made Eclipse: Nexus abolutley collared him. Im sorry. .. no im not, im right. Like, what is with Nexus and treating others like dogs??? Like first v4 Eclipse, and now Ruin??? Nexus is there anything you want to tell us??? Okay pet play- also doing that to the masochist is crazy, like if you're going to treat anyone like a dog why would it be Ruin that feels like setting yourself up for disaster. Even if he isn't actually a masochist he sure is known for pretending to be one

Nexus x any Eclipse ever: listen, im just saying I think he has a thing for Eclipse's (which is funny cause Moon fucking hates them) Treating Eclipse and Ruin like his dogs. Solar being his best friend. Even Dark Sun, who's a really smart Evil Sun who absorbed the knowledge of his Moon, so im counting him. Like I think Nexus would like being thrown around by Lord Eclipse, or helping to fix up Servant Eclipse. I'm just saying-

Eclipse ² x Nexus (gets its own section i rot about these three): them just reassuring the other's that they're loved and cared for- im sorry you can't tell me that these three don't all have some form of attachment issues- Eclipse being so used to people hating him that he kind of just instinctively pushes people away. Similar with Solar, but he does it more so emotionally while also feeling like he has to earn his place and do things for people. And Nexus also feels like he has to prove himself, and that he isn't good enough.

And they just reassure each other and then the others use their words against him (/pos) and they realize how stupid it sounds and anisnsusnsns <3<3 like- nexus being like "you don't have to prove yourself for anyone, Solar. We love you, you don't need to overwork yourself for us." And, like- solar saying it to him back- and Nexus is just like ".. okay listen-" and similar things happening with the other two and ensunsjss-

also they're the three worst at interaction (other than old Moon he takes the cake for worst at it, but its okay i love it)- like they're all pretty bad at it. Eclipse is Eclipse(aka memories as a villain, and is a sarcastic little shit), Nexus is just kind of awkward, and cmon Solar didn't really ever have any interaction after his split than his Moon and probaly kids, we know he can't talk to people easily. Honestly tho Solar is the best at it (he was able to start up a conversation with Moon easier than Moon could with him) and I imagine he's the one who orders at restaurants

And Moon hates both of Solar's boyfriends and Moon and Solar are friends and I think that's just kind of funny. Like Moon likes Solar so he doesn't stop being friends with him even though he's dating the two, but he's bitter about it (though honestly if Nexus had a redemption arc and it was proved he had a virus, I feel like Moon would hate him a little less. But he'd probaly still be insecure about Nexus probaly taking his place and everyone not really liking Moon again so he'd probaly still be an ass to him.)

Anyway they cuddle. Doesn't even have to be romantic, those three deserve to be in love (also the potential from forbidden love Eclipse² is Nausnsusnsn)

... I- shipping dynamics are neat

I apologize for making this so long, I expected it to be short and then I remembered I started to like new ships 😔

ALSO were being brave and doing this off anon (also id like you to know I genuinely just stared at my phone for a moment when I saw youd followed me lmao. I was so suprised [and delighted, you're neat]- plus it was like 4 am and I hadn't slept yet. I thought it was a dream the next day because I was that tired- I had to check cause i get very vivid dreams-)

All of these are so canon bro.

Solar saves Nexus with true loves kiss real? Real. I saw it with my own two eyes. It happened chat.

BLOODYSUN!!! They love their sunny and try to show that in the best way they know how, dead birds included. Sun is so grossed out by the blood and feathers and ough that's a dead bird ewww but he just forces a smile and nods and feeds it to his cats when Bloodmoon isn't looking. Then drowns his hands with soap and shampoos the carpet.

I feel like I've seen that fic too but my poor brain- Also yes, the pretending to be reset is canon. And that's so cute I'm-

Platonic ships are just as valid as romantic ones! And I really like the angst potential too heheheheh

Ayo 👀 Mmm I have thoughts about that but I must refrain.

Objectively correct. Nexus is an eclipsephile. He loves himself some eclipse.

POLY POLY POLY 🎉🎉🎉

THANK YOU FOR SHARING ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS THESE ARE SO TASTY OH MY GOD ROLLING THESE AROUND IN MY BRAIN

Also awww ur so sweet. I love ur art! It's very cute! Of course I followed!

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[jimothy-hopkins]

So when I said o was taking a break from doing ref sheets I lied yall sorry. Have my new favorite OC I made less than a day ago!

Info about Abigail!

General Description:

Abigail stands at 5’0 with a thin build. She has a strong jawline and cheekbones. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of blue, that some find scary to look at. Abigail has wavy dark blonde hair with highlights bleached into it. Abigail wears layered clothing and tennis shoes, enjoying a simple style that she feels comfortable in.

Abigail exhibits a lot of social anxiety due to her autism. She has only recently gotten her diagnosis, and doesn’t know how to mask or properly regulate her emotions. This is one of the reasons she likes to keep to herself. There’s no pressure to socialize. Abigail would love to make friends, but has been discouraged to do that thanks to bullying in her younger years and how other students treat her at Bullworth. She is anxious when speaking, and fidgets as a way to soothe herself. In situations where Abigail feels threatened, she is likely to shut down. Behind her awkward surface, Abigail is an incredibly empathetic person, and wants to see the best in people. She is a loyal friend and a loving person.

Interests and whatnot:

Abigail loves to draw and make art. After school she will spend hours in the art studio with Ms. Philips working on pieces and projects she’s made. Art is one of the few ways Abigail has learned to cope with extreme emotions. She enjoys pairing colors and expanding on her ideas visually.

Abigail loves animals, mostly cats. Abigail has a few cats of her own, and frequently helps out the feral and stray populations in Bullworth. She has two cats of her own. They are two orange tabbies named Beaker and Gouda.

Collecting LPS is one of Abigail’s hobbies. She enjoys having them because they remind her of being a kid. She never remembered much of her childhood due to how chaotic her home life was at that time. LPS comfort her in a way and bring her happiness.

Abigail also enjoys watching movies, especially comedies. Her favorite movies are White Chicks, Heathers, and All Dogs Go To Heaven. Abigail likes animated movies as well, since she’d replay some VCR tapes so much that they’d burn out.

Reputation:

Abigail is afraid of the jocks. She knows they hardly get a consequence because of their hold on the school hierarchy. She does her best to stay away from them, but is frequently teased for being awkward and quiet.

The greasers don’t tend to bother Abigail. She is friends with Kate Valenti since they share some of the same interests. Abigail doesn’t hang out with the clique though, Johnny and the others intimidate her.

The preps don’t really care for Abigail. They thinks she’s weird and want nothing to do with her. Although, some members are a bit more empathetic towards her.

Abigail is relentlessly targeted by the bullies. This is why she is prone to shutting down. Everything she does in front of them is mocked. They have made her self esteem crumble, and she’s even embarrassed to talk about any of her interests because of them.

The nerds don’t really cause a problem with Abigail. They usually don’t interact outside of class. Sometimes she’s forced to listen to them rant about GnG.

BONUS: Abigail is favored by the prefects. She will run errands for them and tattle when she sees something bad happening. She stays close to the prefects on their patrols because she knows students won’t bother her when she’s near them. In a way, she’s friends with them.

Quotes:

“Give that back!”

“What is your problem?! Get away from me!”

“My life is like a Picasso. I don’t know what the fuck I’m looking for.”

“I’m not weird, maybe I just don’t wanna be friends with you cause you’re a jerk.”

“I feel like sometimes I’m the only normal person here.”

“All jocks do is play with balls I don’t understand the hype.”

“I’m gonna go see a movie with Kate. I’ll talk to you later.”

“We’re having an art show this week, if you wanna come and vote for my pieces. They’re not much- but y’know I’d really appreciate it if you did that.”

“Justin looks like Shrek in a derogatory way.”

“Those townies look like victims of DoodleBob.”

“I’m nervous.”

“I just wanna graduate dude please leave me alone before I tell a prefect!”

“Just leave me alone- I don’t want anything to do with anybody right now!”

“I could go for some dump cake right now. Damn.”

“One time Casey Harris shoved me in a locker so I put mustard in his cleats before a game.”

“Here, I painted a portrait of you. Thanks for being nice to me.”

[kairiscorner]

me when ken is causing my ben reilly mood rn (this bitch rewatched the barbie movie wow!!!)

ben reilly x reader headcanons

he finds intelligence attractive. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS STRONG, BLONDE ASS HIMBO DOES NOT FIND INTELLECT HOT, OK, LIKE... drop random niche facts to him, explain a theory, teach him a new math formula and he's in love with you.

he offers to open jars and packets for you, ironically he struggles even though he's so buff, but he manages to get it done by breaking the container.

that, or you do it for him easier and he just falls more in love with you.

(inspired by the barbie movie my beloved <3) ben only has a good day when you look at him. like he knows you have a lot of other people to talk to and look at and fight with on missions, but when you look at him, omg, his day is MADE, HE IS WITHOUT A DOUBT IN LOVE WITH YOU EVEN MORE <333

he offers to carry you when you're too tired to walk on missions, or when you're just feeling lazy.

his dream is to carry you in his arms while swinging around the city and doing the spider man kiss with you.

LIKE HE ALWAYS ASKS YOU AFTER MISSIONS, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S RAINING, IF HE CAN SWING UPSIDE DOWN AND YOU KISS HIM

he also finds you super hot when you reject him, like... you're so out of reach, yet he loves and wants you. he has a hard time knowing when too much is too much, so you constantly have to remind him of personal space and that he's being too clingy, but ben's puppy dog eyes..........

ok, but when a villain lands a hit on you, FUCK NAH HE AIN'T TAKING THAT HE GETS ANGRY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG ASS WHILE AND FUCKS. THAT. VILLAIN. UP.

he is the adoptive kid of miguel o'hara, man knows how to get feral it just takes a lot to get him there (or just seeing you in danger is what starts it up)

he constantly says "i love you" in an over-the-top manner, LIKE HE WILL PROFESS HIS UNDYING, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR YOU IN THE LOBBY WHEN YOU HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE ELSE AND DEFINITELY COME BACK, BUT HE TREATS IT LIKE HE'S GONNA BE AWAY FROM YOU FOR A LIFETIME

he broods and mopes when you're not around like a sad lil puppy :(

then he immediately perks up and smiles more when you're back :)

shut him up with kisses <333

[x--sinner--x]

My biggest fantasy is kind of specific. Idk how much you fuck with petplay but being a cult leaders guard dog lives in mg mind rent free. Being broken and mindbent into believing that all he does is good, that giving in is salvation, that he is my God and that this salvation is holy. I want to be curled around his leg at sermons, a perfect example of an obedient follower. A perfect lamb. To be a protector with a spiked collar, a feral little animal at the feet of their god. But when we go back to their quarters I am a good little painslut. Ill recite prayers as im degraded and muzzled and chained. Ill beg for more with each hit. Ill grind against their boots for a chance to kiss and taste my god. To be a feral, scary dog that crumbles under the hand of god. To be the only one at his feet.

Fuck this is so fucking hot! I really do love petplay and also God worship so this is right up my alley. I really want to be worshipped like a god and my cock worshipped just like that.

I want you to stick your tongue out in hopes of getting to suck my holy dick, but you would have to earn it. Of course you are my barking guard dog, making sure no one can even come close to me - and I'll reward you with treats the more devoted you are to me.

You are my perfect slave, and giving into my desires is your only purpose. I'll take you whenever and wherever I want, and no one can question my absolute authority as I'm making you scream while you try to recite your prayers, getting interrupted every two seconds by my degradation - telling you how you can't mouth two words before you start screaming again.

You would be curled up next to my leg, licking and clinging onto my lap in hopes of getting noticed by me - but again I'll make you suffer before I give you any sort of reward.

You are trained to my touch in such a way that I say bark you bark, and when I say sit you sit, and when I say spread you spread - no questions asked whatsoever. You would clean up after yourself after having squirted all over my quarters like a pathetic dog and you have to do so while having my cum drip out of your pussy.

You will be moulded into the perfect slave for your master, your one and only god and embrace your salvation. That's your one true purpose.