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Think abt it…? well I did☝️🤓
#pierce the veil#tony perry#jaime preciado#vic fuentes#ptv fanart#pierce the veil fanart#ptv#Tony was the most fun to draw bc his smile :]#where are the scemo tomatonators let’s all hold hands and esplode#sorry for always drawing them in an unspecified younger era they literally look liked cartoon characters so I had to#tho I have wips of them current age LOL#queue are lovely
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FINALLY DREW UP A SEMI-INFORMAL REF FOR MY "SONA" OF SORTS, THE RADIOACTIVE WEREWOLF !!
#unspecified greasy little lab worker is way too careless with biohazardous chemicals#ends up contracting Radioactive Lycanthropy™️ amongst ur typical radiation wounds + burns etc LOL#werewolf#werewolf oc#mad scientist oc#horror oc#original character#persona#werewolf sona#etc etc etc#hudson's doodlez
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— ❝glory❞
pairing: unspecified male character x f!reader word count: 650 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], glory hole, anonymous sex, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex, anonymous creampie
summary: in which you take advantage of a faceless cock
prompt: hair pulling / glory hole / teasing
kinktober | masterlist
The bathroom at the shady dive bar was dimly lit. What you hoped was only water covered the linoleum floors in puddles, beneath the sink and near the toilet were the worst. Your shoes shambled for purchase in those spots and you assessed the toilet seat, giving it a wipe down with some paper before discarding it in the bowl and taking a seat.
It was seedy as hell, and the hole in the wall to your left didn’t fill you with confidence.
You quickly did your business and flushed, hoping to wash your hands before rejoining your friends. The flushing next door brought your eyes to the little hole in the wall, where a clothed bulge pushed through. You turned towards the sink, washing your hands and watching in the mirror as he rubbed himself. Undoing his pants swiftly before his dick emerged through the hole.
The cock was long and thick, tip angry and red, and leaking a bead of precum. Involuntarily, you licked your lips as you ripped some paper and dried your hands. Your heart was pounding, unsure whether you actually wanted to partake.
You didn’t even know what the guy looked like. You had no idea what he was expecting to happen, but it was clearly something if the hole in the wall was well known.
Something told you it was, that’s why it was there. Men getting their rocks off thanks to some anonymous hand or mouth. Or hole.
You shuddered at the thought, nipples hardening at the rush that coursed through you. He was just a faceless cock, and it had been so long. What could a few strokes hurt?
Your heels clicked across the floor as you closed the lid on the seat of the toilet, sitting facing the cock that jutted out towards you. You took your lip between your teeth as your hand shot out to hold him, his cock immediately twitching at the contact and a low groan rumbling from the other side of the wall.
Slowly, you dragged your hand from base to tip, swiping your finger through the arousal leaking from his tip. You clenched your thighs together as your other hand cupped his balls, softly rolling them as you teased his tip.
He shuffled, pushing his cock further through the hole as you worked him over. Thighs squeezed together as you leant forward and wrapped your lips around his tip, tongue delving into his slit and tasting his salty arousal.
His cock twitched again, a low groan ripping from his throat. You took a little more of him before your hands hooked into the side of your panties and pulled them down. You were slick with arousal. The faceless cock continued to strain through the hole even as you turned around and propped a foot up on the toilet seat. You reached between your legs, positioning his cock at your entrance before sinking back into him.
You bit your lip as your ass pressed against the wall, his hips starting to thrust into your slick hole at an unrelenting pace. You circled your clit with two fingers, using your other hand to brace against the opposite wall, keeping your ass pressed snugly to the opening.
You clenched down around his cock, moaning in pleasure as the coil in your abdomen wound tighter. His thrusts were hard and fast, grunts sounding from the other side of the wall. His cock twitched as your orgasm crashed over you, body convulsing and tightening around him. He groaned heartily, his seed coating your spongy walls as he climaxed.
You felt empty and used as he pulled out, not so much as a single word spoken between you. You cleaned up as best you could, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom with your head held high, and a stranger’s cum dripping down your thighs.
#anonymous sex#unspecified male character x reader#x reader smut#anonymous male character x reader#kinktober
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:3 anon
(stop cause i almost vented😭)
warnings: incest, innocent reader(?), implied fem/feminine reader(wears skirt and panties)
Imagine ur big sister buys you cute outfits and spoils you to bits! She loves to see you all dolled up! Especially when you wear the choker she bought you! She even made sure it was your favorite color. Whenever you get nervous you result to sucking on your sister’s fingers. Big sister then loves to help you relieve your stress! Her hands travel down to play with the hem of your skirt before trailing up your inner thigh to your panties. She makes sure you’re okay with this before taking off your panties leaving you exposed. Her slender fingers touch you making you whine and squirm. her other hand roams to your face and makes you turn towards her so she can kiss your forehead and tell you that you’re her “pretty baby”. She’s so sweet to you and makes sure you feel good the whole way through. But before you can cum she makes you eat her out. The choker she bought you has a ring so she can attach a leash. So whenever you’re eating her out she can pull the leash and make you go further in between her thighs. She always praises you saying how good you’re doing, and how much she loves you. She even pets your head.
Mwah,mwah. Love this `3` — the choker leash thing is hot (〃゚3゚〃) . I written a small little thing. Cuz why not ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
TW.incest(sister x slibing), Chokers, feminine!reader, reader wears skirts, no genitals mentioned for reader
Her hand was reaching down, she grabs the hem of your skirt. She was rubbing the fabric of the dress, she was behind you. Your back on her chest, her head on your shoulder. She loved to doll you up, making you really more pretty than before. She rubbing your stomach and you begin to get nervous, she smiles and lifts up her finger to your mouth. You latch on her finger and suck, it brings you comfort and she enjoys it so you guys both win! Her other touches the choker around your neck, she smiles as she got your favorite color. She takes away her finger with a pop! Her slender fingers down at your panties, she looks at you waiting for you to consent. You nod and she slides it off, her saliva coated finger rubs at your sex. She uses her fingers on you, your hips roll against her hand and fingers. She lets out a chuckle at your needyness, her other hand reaches up to your face turns it towards her. She kisses your forehead, she calls you her "my pretty baby" she continues to leave kisses on your face, your back arches. Your chasing after your high but her fingers pull away. You whine and she smiles, she kisses your cheek. You continue to whine and she puts you on the ground, you kneel infront of her. You look up at her, your cute big eyes looking up at her and she gets more wet at the sight of you. She spreads her legs and you go between, your head leans more closer to her pussy, she puts her hand on your head. Stopping you from going closer, you whine. "Don't worry!" She reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a leash, she puts it on your choker on the ring. She pulls it closer and your mouth is on her pussy, "go on." She says, you begin to lick and suck at her sex. Slurping up her juices, she moans and pats your head with her other hand. She pulls it more harder, your head going more deeper in. "Oh, your doing so good.." she praises, your sex twitches at the praise. She humps your face, your nose on her clit. She was reaching her climax and oh how she loves this! She can't wait to use this leash in the future.
#kittytail#kittymilk#kittypussy#x reader#x reader smut#unspecified x reader#female original characters x reader#female ocs x reader#oc x reader smut#female original character x reader#female oc x reader#feminine!reader#tw.incest#cw.incest
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Today's disabled character of the day is Heather Mason from the Silent Hill series, who has an unspecified trauma disorder
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: 3D model of a girl with a light skin tone and freckles. She has short blond hair with dark roots and brown eyes. She is wearing a white vest with a short sleeve orange shirt underneath.]
#unspecified character#Silent Hill#Silent Hill Heather#Silent Hill 3#Heather Mason#disabled character of the day
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Me somewhere in 2026 when a new God of War game is announced and instead of Atreus or Faye oriented game it's another Kratos prequel
#i don't think they'd get convinced enough to make a sequel in egypt but i don't have that much fate for them to not milk kratos#we don't need to repeat ascension#“but kratos has so many stories that we need to know!” he really doesn't#do not make me sick of seeing one of my all time favorite fictional characters#but you know who will have a lot of stories to tell? atreus#i would even take a thr��d game over kratos. honestly her having like three traits means you can do pretty much anything with her#“then it wouldn't be God of War!!” i don't careee#also i'm someone who thinks you don't need to know literaly everything that happens in a story#- you can leave some things unspecified. otherwise it kinda ruins my fun a bit because it leaves no room for interpretation#kratos#atreus#god of war#god of war 2018#god of war ragnarok#gow#gowr#santa monica studio
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Just for a Few Minutes
Shuri x POC reader
Summary: In the midst of a mission, you and Shuri get stranded in space. Months later of failing to get back home, you catch her crying and try to make her feel better.
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Reader is a touch-starved pathetic loser who Shuri takes an interest in.
Contains: Angst, hurt/comfort, shy reader, smut (18+), and a sprinkle of fluff.
Word count: 2.7k
Shuri’s been stuck at the wheel, stressing on getting back home. She hates this ship, if you can even call it that. It’s old and rusty. You’re surprised the ship hasn’t blown up yet.
You got used to the grumbling and shouting. It’s the same pattern over and over again, and it always ends with a dent in the metal wall or absolute silence: Shuri cheers, believing she’s tracked Earth’s location, then shouts profanities that you don’t understand when the janky ship randomly reroutes the coordinates.
All day Shuri sits in the cockpit, determined she’ll beat the ship at its ridiculous game, and you watch with crossed fingers each time. You often try to lend a hand, although she’s not very fun to work with when she’s angry.
And when she’s not angry, she cries. But only when she thinks you’re asleep. You’ll lay on your bed, back facing the rest of the ship, and glue your eyes on the wall, unable to sleep while she stifles her sobs either in the bathroom or her bed.
Unlike Shuri, you didn’t have anyone to lose. Your teammates would tease you—call you a lone wolf. Unfortunately, they’re not wrong.
Today, you hear the same quiet sniffling.
You lay there, hesitant to move so she doesn’t know you’re listening. Or trying not to listen. But it’s hard not to when you’re a light sleeper.
The benefit of being a light sleeper? No one can sneak up on you.
The setback? Waking up to the only person you see every day cry almost every night.
However this night—or day, who knows really—is different. She doesn’t lay in the bed across from yours. Instead she sits in the cockpit, elbows on her lap and face buried in her hands.
Shuri’s body jumps when she hears the soft pads of your feet make their way over to her, but she doesn’t look at you. Maybe that’s for the best considering you have no idea what draws you to take the co-pilot’s seat.
You’re unsure what to do. You rarely find yourself in a situation where you have to comfort someone, much less yourself.
Looking straight ahead at the stars and distant galaxies, you speak.
“I don’t miss anyone.” Wow. You’re already terrible at this.
Nonetheless, Shuri’s faintly head lifts, curious to hear where you’re going next.
You gulp, hoping you only say the right words.
“I mean, like, I don’t have anyone to, like, you know, miss. And there’s no one on Earth who’s, you know, missing me right now. Or looking for me for that matter. But I know that there are people searching for you.”
Shuri also looks ahead. “We’re galaxies away,” she states hopelessly.
“Which is probably why they’re taking so long,” you jokingly reply in an attempt to seem sensible.
You turn to Shuri, and the glint of hope that used to live in her eyes has gone, replaced with exhaustion.
“They’ll travel through those galaxies,” you hope to reassure her. “They will.”
You don’t even know if you believe that, though it doesn’t matter if you do or not as long as she believes it.
For a minute, no one makes a sound before Shuri starts to whimper again.
An inaudible “woah” comes out of your mouth when you watch her conceal her face back in her hands. Mentally, you’re unsure how to react, which is ironic because your body somehow does: your bottom lifts off the seat and your arms make their way around the princess.
That’s what you do to make people feel better, right?
Her body stiffens and you scold yourself for being so hasty. You attempt to pull away and apologize before she snakes her arms around you, burying her head between your shoulder and neck. You stay there for a while, your knees on the hard floor as she soaks your shirt.
You don’t say anything and she doesn’t need anything to be said. Silence is just fine.
You’re not used to offering affection, not even a simple hug. Its unfamiliarity makes you a little uncomfortable but you stay. She's the one who pulls away eventually.
“Tired,” she says plainly.
You get on your feet and back up while she stands. The space between you and Shuri returns, mostly because of you. For you, really.
You attempt to shake off the odd feeling on your skin and in your chest as Shuri sits on her bed. She doesn’t tuck herself in though. She just looks at you.
You hate to say that the face she’s wearing seems familiar. It’s a face you’ve ignored on Earth. A face that wants something from you, but you don’t know what. Or you pretend you don’t know.
This time it’s different. You can sense what she wants, and like all the times before, you choose to ignore it, muttering a “goodnight” as you hurriedly walk to your bed.
“Wait.”
There’s no thought to it when your body halts. However, the anticipation flusters you.
It takes a second after you point your ear to her. You hear a heavy exhale leave her nose.
“Can you…lie down with me?”
If you heard this on Earth, you’d simply tell her to go to sleep. At the moment you consider not even facing her again, but you regrettably turn your shoulder. And damn. There’s that face again–the inner corners of her eyebrows softly angled upward.
“Just for a few minutes,” she adds.
Her eyes slowly glide away as she recognizes what she just requested. She wonders why she even asked you such a thing. She starts to shake her head, nearly retracting what she said.
“Sure,” you say. This is probably a mistake.
Your answer obviously surprises her. You don’t have that type of relationship to even lay together, let alone make any physical contact that wasn’t a pat on the shoulder.
You take up the little space left after Shuri scooches. She faces the wall and you lay on your back, unable to move freely. Even your leg hangs off the edge.
But you still can’t seem to shake off that feeling.
It feels strange. Sort of awkward. But something about it also feels…nice, you think. You’ve never done this with someone. The thought of it was too foreign to even consider.
The version of you before would have cringed at the possibility of this happening. But this version of you–the one who has spent months stranded in space, building whatever connection you have with Shuri–doesn’t mind her back pressed against your arm. This version of you doesn’t mind how warm she feels next to you despite the spacecraft’s low temperatures.
You stare at the back of her head contemplating whether or not you should throw your arm over her waist. To comfort her, of course.
No, probably not.
Facing the ceiling again, you wait for Shuri to fall asleep until you hear sniffling again. You can’t solve sorrow with one conversation, can you?
“Shuri?” You whisper. She doesn’t respond. You turn over and place your hand on her bicep. “Shuri,” you try again.
You pull at her with no force and she rolls on her back, wiping her cheek.
“Sorry,” she murmurs sheepishly.
“No, no,” you reach for her face. “It’s alright.”
She gives you full access, staring at you when you begin rubbing away as many tears as you can. You hit a point where her face is mostly dried up, but you don’t remove your hand. You both lay on your sides and you just keep cleaning.
Shuri reaches for your cheek, dragging the back of her hand up and down, mimicking your touch. Your eyes flutter shut, welcoming the new sensation.
She whispers your name.
You open your eyes. “What?”
God, that face.
“I’m gonna kiss you.”
Your hand pauses on her cheek. “Okay.”
She grabs your neck, pressing her lips to yours. And it feels…really good. Her lips are soft, but dry. She observes the same for your lips, but none of you actually mind.
Oh man, is this what you’ve deprived yourself of all this time? You can’t get enough of this. You can’t get enough of her, especially when she tilts her head, kissing you deeper. She eagerly pushes you on your back and gets on top of you, hungrily molding herself against you.
A moan escapes the back of your throat when her lips move to your jaw, trailing down. Her lips tingle down your neck, particularly when she rests there to mark your skin.
You enjoy this feeling. The overwhelming state you’ve never allowed yourself to enter before.
Shuri lifts the hem of your shirt, snaking her hand under your pants. Your thighs instinctively open as she cups your pussy and your breath hitches when her thumb begins circling your clit.
Jesus, you’re sensitive. You’ve touched yourself here and there, but it never felt like this.
You choose to look down and your arousal grows just by the disappearance of her hand beneath your clothing. She slides her middle finger between your folds and you dismiss her chuckles when she recognizes how incredibly wet you are. You’re too horny and touch-starved to even worry about it.
She sits up, one hand at your pussy and the other next to your head. She inserts a finger and drags it out, continuing this motion as her thumb messily rubs your bud.
“You like it when I do this?” Oh, she knows you do.
“Yeah,” you mutter after she inserts her ring finger, staring at you writhe below her.
You turn away, squeezing your eyes shut. Your arm sits on your forehead, covering your eyes, but Shuri pulls the arm away from your face.
“Keep looking at me,” she commands softly.
As piercing as her eyes are, you do as she says and she rewards you by pumping faster. Your mouth opens, your breath quickens, and your hand grips her pillow and the other flies to her bicep, seeking to hold something.
She hums, responding to your desperate whines; your wetness coating her fingers. She takes advantage of your parted mouth and consumes your lips, slipping in her tongue.
You can’t tell if it’s her fingers or her tongue that make you cum, but holy shit, who fucking cares at this point? Your body shakes and your hips lift involuntarily. And even better, Shuri continues to thrust in and out of you, gradually slowing her pace as your orgasm sends you into a disorientated state of ecstasy.
You pull away from her lips, catching your breath.
Shuri smirks. “You look pretty when you cum.”
And you’re brought back down to…well, not Earth. With a groan, you cover your face, but only for a second, too keen to see an expression that wasn’t a frown on her face.
“I bet you’d look even better,” you sit up to kiss her. “Can you lay back?”
She obeys, switching positions with you. You hope to appease her even though you don’t fully know what you’re doing.
“Tell me what to do,” you rub her knee. “I wanna make you feel good, but I don’t know where to start.”
An inquisitive look appears on her face, processing what you’ve just told her. She leans up using her elbows to support her.
“Was that your first time?”
You tilt your head side to side. “Sorta, yeah. I mean, there was this one girl a while ago, but she didn’t get…as far as you did.”
You didn’t let her get as far as Shuri did, to be specific.
“Bast,” she gapes at you. “I suppose that makes sense.”
“Please don’t make it awkward.”
She shakes her head. “I…Okay, yeah–no. I won’t.” The gears keep turning in her head to the point where she smiles to herself. “I’m your first?”
“Okay,” you murmur, shifting away from her before Shuri draws you back with your wrist.
“Don’t go,” she giggles. “That’s okay. I’ll guide you.” She pecks your lips. “I’m sorry.” She pecks your lips again. “We’ll go slow.”
You nod nervously.
“What do you wanna do, hm?” She caresses your cheek, seeing how tense you’ve become.
You peer down at her pants, shrugging. “Wanna touch you…however you want me to.”
“However?” She gives you one last kiss below your jaw before laying on her back. “Okay. Help me take this off.”
The heat kicks back in. You start removing her pants until she impatiently kicks the rest off the bed, leading you both to laugh.
“Just start by kissing me first,” Shuri reaches for your arm.
You happily oblige, enveloping her lips with yours, your body between her legs. You breathe her in—promptly addicted, that’s for sure. Your chests press together and you can feel her breasts beneath you, nipples as firm as yours.
Your hand hesitantly slides under her shirt. You stop before you reach her breast. “Is it okay if-”
“It’s okay,” she drags your hand to her breast and you gently squeeze before flicking her nipple. You successfully earn a moan from her. Fuck, you only wanna do things that’ll get a noise out of her.
You kiss her chin, her jaw, dip to her neck, then down to her clavicle, hoping to descend further. Shuri reads your mind, removing her shirt and throwing it aside. You fervently reconnect your mouth to her skin, stopping at her sternum. Her hand shoots to the back of your head when your lips slide to her breast and your tongue circles around her areola, flicking on her nipple before engulfing it. Another moan leaves her, encouraging you to suck. Your free hand plays with her other breast, flicking and tugging before gliding down to her pussy. You find her clitoris beneath her underwear, circling it between your index and middle finger.
Shuri mumbles in Xhosa as you slip off her underwear.
Your mouth releases her breast and you get up. You gaze at her body, licking your lips. You stay there, naively contemplating what you hope to do to her. She notices.
Her half-lidded eyes inspect your expression. “What do you wanna do?”
Your fingers keep playing with her as you think. You look down at them, enthralled by her body’s response to your touch. You land on something. “Wanna eat you out.”
Shuri lets out a breathy laugh. “I’m surprised you know what cunnilingus is,” she jokes.
You chuckle. “Shut up.”
You aim for her stomach, kissing your way down to her pussy. You remove your fingers from her clit, pausing once you’ve positioned your head between her legs. Your eyes lock on hers when you flatten your tongue and lick.
“Yeah,” her hand lands on the side of head, watching you intently. “Just keep doing that.”
And you do. You lick and suck her, allowing the volume of her voice to guide you. You wrap your arms around each of her thighs, getting comfortable the more she coats your mouth and chin.
“Does that feel good?” You muffle against her pussy.
“Yeah,” she grinds on your face. “Feels…feels really good.”
Shuri gasps your name and throws her head back when you sneak a finger inside her cunt, thrusting in and out. She whimpers when you add another digit, curling the pads of your fingers. She curses in her native language, sighing, “right there,” when you hit her spot and you stare, admiring her whine and whimper because of you.
You continue to suck her clit until her body shudders intensely as she approaches her climax. She wonders if you’ve switched off the ship’s gravity because her mind spaces off blissfully.
You want to see that again.
She releases a heavy sigh and lifts herself to look at you while you sit up.
“Did I do okay?” You ask.
She yanks you by your shirt and smashes her lips on yours, tasting herself.
You laugh against her mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
She pulls away, but lingers with her forehead against yours. She drags her fingernails up and down your neck. “Thank you.”
And she means it. You’re both lonely already. She needed the distraction and you’re apparently much more desperate for affection than you thought you were.
Jokingly you furrow your brows anyway.
“Do people normally thank each other after sex?”
She clicks her tongue and flicks your forehead, saying your name in a scolding manner.
“Ow!” You yelp, laughing as you palm the spot she flicked.
Shuri smiles humorously, rubbing your forehead despite the lack of pain.
#space gays#shuri x reader#shuri smut#shuri angst#shuri fluff#shuri fanfiction#poc reader#technological jargon and what not#love a touch-starved character#reader's job is unspecified but they fight and shit idk#lazily proofread ngl#afab reader#masc reader#black panther: wakanda forever
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butch-transman solidarity!! (also we are both flies)
Art fight attack for @itsdannyfly !
#arthro's art#furry#insect#hoverfly#fly#oc: gemma#art fight#bugfolk#bug furry#bug anthro#bug people#trans#butch#lesbian#these characters are one cis butch and one trans man of unspecified orientation#but big ups to the butch AND trans people out there too!
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rick shades from epithet erased :(
RICK SHADES FROM EPITHET ERASED
Rick Shades from Epithet Erased eats glue!
#ask box#glue#your-fav-eats-glue#glue eating characters#submissions#glue (general)#unspecified glue#rick shades#epithet erased#toidei gourami
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the trollhunters fandom :handshake emoji: the miraculous (ladybug) fandom
disappointed in their canon shows and turning to fanfiction instead
#void keith talks#just a little observation i've noticed for both. as i am fans of both of these franchises unfortunately.#thankfully everyone else is just as disappointed as i am#fandom stuff#trollhunters#miraculous ladybug#unspecified fandom stuff#inspired by me finally binging the finale of miraculous and then almost immediately after binging trollhunters and 3below#never seen wizards before though. so let's see how they disappoint me by destroying everyone's (especially toby's) characters growth & arcs
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I think the main thing that pisses me off about like 90% of mephiles ships is that people will be like "how old is he??" Look that fanwiki says that he's ten and they RUN with it. Like they don't read further. I'm so convinced that most people don't even know the plot of 06 bc the shit I've seen people draw and write with the characters is just mind boggling.
#trash rambles#like yeah i understand thwt nearly all of the named sonic characters are either minors or unspecified#but like#even if he was actually ten#shipping him with other minor characters would be so weird 😭#plus i dont think it would even matter if he has actually a minor because that uncomfortable power dynamic would still be there with most#other characters#and like#god idk#the amount of dog shit mephiles ships i have to have blocked in my tags is extremely upsetting#LIKE. WDYM?#MARIA??????#STOP IT 😭#tikal makes more sense but that one still makes me uncomfortable#idk i dont even remember all the ones i blocked i just remember that find the maria posts was like#devistating#that and the one person who liked all my 06 posts and was a mephiles and elise shipper (theyre siblings to me so someone like that liking m#art of them is understanbly upsetting)#that being said how old do i think infinite is??? because he doesnt have an official age (that i could find)#personally i think hes anywhere from 19 (at the absolute youngest) to like. early 30s idk 💀#somewhere between thoes idk#the only version of him that has a 100% solid age in my head is for the ghost au and hes 22 in that (bc hes a junior in collage)#n e way#i just woke up so ignore if this is illegible#ugh idk i really try not to be gate-keepy about stuff i like because its annoying but like#i love 06 so much it kinda hurts tl see people just kinda not knowing even the basic plot or like. only going off the fandubs (which i#really enjoy but at a certain point you can only say mephiles is ur favorite and have people quote it at you or in the comments of your 06#posts so many times before you just like. idk. (also ive had people irl tell me 06 sucks after i told them directly it was my favorite sonic#game??? like??? bro you asked ME.))
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Ooo a Pred who just had a pretty large dinner, notices the prey blushing and staring at their gurgly belly. The Pred thinks they might have room for dessert :3
One of the perks of being so small was that he didn't need to eat nearly as much compared to his roommate. However, when you have a roommate that cooks for two regular sized people, it was a bit of a drawback. At least whenever mealtime came around, he was in for a show...like right now.
Dinner was steak and veggies- he got a tiny cut of their piece, but that steak was huge even for them...he had to wonder why they made so much when their roommate was so small. They never let it go to waste at least, and as he watched each piece of meat slide down their throat with an audible gulp he felt heat rise to his face. He kind of wished he could be a part of dinner...
It didn't take long for them to finish, with them reclining in their chair and sighing contentedly as they rested their hands on their full stomach. He could hear it audibly working on all that food from where he sat, and he found himself lost in thought as he stared. It'd be nice if they could just press him into that full gut, letting him listen and taunting him that he'll join it...
He only snapped out of it when he felt his small body getting lifted up. He was face-to-face with his roommate, who had a sly smile as they licked their lips slowly.
"You always watch me like that after we eat...don't tell me you're interested in being dessert, hmm?"
#v0re#extreme cuddling#nonsexual vore#soft vore#implied vore#gt vore#vore drabble#answered#anonymous#this request is oooooold old as fuck#im cleaning out my backlog and picking up some older things#unspecified characters bc i didnt know what ocs to stick in#i wonder if people prefer seeing me write stuff w my ocs or more generalized content#stuffing
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i think in general a good assumption to make is if my character has something non-cishetallo about them then i don’t really want that to be messed with if i don’t okay it
i gave that identity to them for a reason
so if it’s a cis character, then i likely don’t care about people messing with their gender or anything. make entre a trans man, trans woman, nb, agender, genderqueer idc rly. do the same thing to daisy if you want. or kian. etc.
but if you messed the same way with spook (in a non-canon way because spook did have a Journey before it found the comfy agender vibes) then i’d be unhappy with seeing it
or ace because he’s a trans man or eren who’s a trans woman
same thing goes for orientations except i don’t think i even have a single canonly heterosexual character besides characters related to ocs (like Ace’s dad is probably straight idk)
i just don’t want things to get out of hand if you know what i mean. i’m fine with people seeing themselves in my characters, but just don’t turn it into something that it’s very much not
i don’t wanna be like “oh yeah lesbian entre!” but in the future i have entre being with men… i say in the future as if he’s not. currently. nearly exclusively shipped with men. so yeah you see right there that immediately contradicts that 😭 (he’s into non-men too i swear it’s just whenever i offer him on the shipping table everyone gives me more men. and the women he’s taken an actual interest in either don’t reciprocate or are taken. it’s rough out here for a bi guy.)
on the flip-side i have toni who is an actual butch lesbian and is only ever going to be shipped with non-men so it’d be not great if someone wanted her to be pansexual or smth like that’s just not what she is
#txt#like i don’t want to be a killjoy but like#this isn’t the same as Unspecified But Implied Straight Character gets read as queer because of lack of rep#this is queer oc by some small creator gets turned into something they’re not#if that makes sense#i really don’t want to come off as a dick because i’m not mad#im not even annoyed#i just want my stance here to make sense
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Tw. Cheating, smut, homewrecker, Reader is called "nanny" but uses no pronouns, riding, reader is a bad botch, reader is implied to like both genders(mentioned of attraction of the wife)
Being hired as a nanny and taking care of his child! Him, his child, and his wife are such a beautiful family it's a shame that you will be the one break it up.
Nanny!Reader who takes better care of the child than his stinky wife, she is beautiful but he caught your attention first.
Nanny!Reader who gets touchy with him, he doesn't seem to mind so why should you stop? Going out with him and the child, just like how your big happy family.
Nanny!Reader who blushes and waves off comments when people say that "your" child is so sweet and "your" husband is so sweet as well..
Nanny!Reader who decides the relationship should go further, seeing how he blushes and takes long glances towards you. Making him love you more than his wife!! <3
Nanny!Reader who convinces him just to have some fun, his wife won't know~ The "small" fun leads into more, your on-top of him. His dick inside of your hole, clenching around his dick.
Nanny!Reader who rides him, faster and harder. Wanting to give him more pleasure than his wife gave him before!! Marking his chest and neck with your bite marks and hickies!! :p
Nanny!Reader who doesn't stop when she comes in the room, the wife screaming and he doesn't care. He wants to fill you up, you just smile and look at her shocked face. You wonder if his face would be that shocked if you had chosen her instead of him.
Nanny!Reader who makes a face of pleasure and lifts yourself up to show her, his cum dripping out of your hole. She stomps and screams, she stomps away. Oh~ it's a shame(not really)<3
#kittymilk#kittypussy#x reader#x reader smut#unspecified x reader#tw.cheating#cw.cheating#oc x reader#male character x reader#unspecified x reader smut#gender neutral reader#male oc x reader#smut
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Today's disabled character of the day is this unnamed pit bull from Kitbull, who suffered traumatic injuries and has an unspecified trauma disorder
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: Drawing of a pit bull standing and looking at something below them. They has pale cream colored fur, black eyes, and a magenta nose. They have scars on their face, shoulder, and back. They are standing in front of a graffiti covered wall.]
#trauma injury character#facial trauma character#unspecified character#Kitbull#Disabled character of the day
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a quick little something for dealing drugs and feelings while i sort out my ghost hc (i’m plotting out johnny and gaz’s now but ngl i’m most nervous of writing gaz’s)
not quite a dark!fic but it could head that way.
TW: Unspecified intoxication, fem!reader, references to implied drug usage.
drabble; 200-300 words.
you grunt softly as a large warm body shifts on the sofa next to you, compressing the stuffing around you and making you blink slowly as your head tilts - rolls - spins - against a firm bicep.
you’re not meant to be here. in a dingy living room, hazy with sweet-sour smoke, surrounded by men, your friend curled in the lap of a stranger on another sofa. you shouldn’t have followed her to this house - a friend of a friend’s she said with a grin that cracked around the edges -
“ - alright luv?”
you thoughts scatter at the deep voice, into the haze of the room. you jolt and tilt away from the arm, the voice that licks up your spine and settles at the nape of your neck like weighty palm -
oh but that is a warm palm at the nape of your neck. when did that happen? your head rolls to the other side. ah. there is another man on the sofa, his arm slung over your shoulders, thighs pressing against yours causing a static hum to bloom under your skin.
suddenly you’re too warm. the cloying haze of smoke is overbearing and the static under your skin whines in shrill panic. you shouldn’t be here.
you wriggle forwards wanting to reacquaint your body with momentum before trying to pitch yourself upwards, desperate for fresher air before you make more of a fool of yourself.
two gazes, one blue and the other brown, meet over your head. across the coffee table on the sofa opposite, two other gazes meet over the top of your friend’s head. either way you fail to notice.
perhaps if you had, things wouldn’t be quite as they are now.
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taglist: @kaadaaan
#dealing drugs and feelings#cod fic#fem!reader x unspecified character(s)#unspecified character(s) for now that is…#jp#jm#kg#sr#tw drugs#be gentle with me it’s my first published non flufffy thing#kyle garrick x reader#john price x reader#simon riley x reader#john mactavish x reader
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