#magic strap on

[dapper-lil-arts]

Saw art of Celestia with a Twi baby and it inspired me to draw her 'actual' daughter lol. Obssessed with mom Celestia atm

[gideonisms]

Bestie you're a Mercymorn appreciater, the top/bottom debate has long since been solved

HELPPPP in which direction though??

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[fatedroses]

He can't have shit in this family.

[friendlylocalwhumper]

i’ve always wanted to see more of lux being hurt while strapped down on a table. it’s a kind of restraint that he isn’t used to- wrists, ankles, neck all tied down which makes him unable to twist away from the pain (even if it doesn’t really help anyways) and with how much he HATES being restrained and HATES doctors/hospitals, make it a medical contraption of some kind that he’s strapped into and he’d be begging before the pain even started 😭😭😭

i know this isn't quite what you asked for, but you did inspire this, so here you go. hope that it is close enough!

Cold. Cold here. His hands are quaking, fingers knocking together like blocks of ice. He can’t feel them. He can’t feel much.

Lux ducks his head away from the concerned hand that comes to cup his cheek.

“Used too much…” He hears, although the words swim far from him. The sounds dance along the peripheries of the room. Every breath pierces his lungs, unwelcome in how badly it stings.

“...-ear us? Lux?”

He can hear them, just barely. Someone takes his chin and lifts it, and he allows it. His curls are brushed aside, and that, too, he lets happen. The tears on his eyelashes make them damp, and heavier, and he can feel that he is blinking. But there is nothing before him, just darkness.

“He can’t see,” Someone says somberly. Fingertips touch his cheekbones and wander up pensively to his eyes, and Lux flinches back, blinking rapidly.

“Sorry. Sorry, Lux. Come here.”

A cool washcloth presses to his ribs, and he hisses, brows knotting up in distress. He is already shivering where he sits on the edge of the bed that he was deposited on.

“C-co-cold,” He chatters, and cringes from his own voice. It sounds small. Frightened. He wishes he could do any better. “Co-old, please.”

Hands are on his shoulders, keeping him gently in place. Lux shrinks down but doesn’t try to escape them. “Lux, we have to clean it up. There’s blood all over you, you’re hurt…”

Indignation, tiny and brief, flashes hot behind his lungs. “I know I’m hurt,” He croaks miserably. “I - I know - I kno-ow that. Please… please, slo-ow down, I don’t, I don’t know, I - I don’t…”

Maybe there is some injury on him that is so severe, treatment can’t wait. Maybe someone was just informed of an approaching danger via whisper, and this has to be done urgently. Or maybe his stuttering, flinching hesitation finally broke their patience. Lux feels the hands on his shoulders tighten, squeezing a whimper out of him with simple pressure on the aching joints. He is pushed back until his shoulder blades press to the mattress, held down with a hand on his sternum, and Lux is instantly put in his place. His lip disappears into his mouth to chew on it nervously.

The washcloth returns, and his shivers worsen. Cold rivulets slide down his sides and soak into the bed. He was bad, he was bad, he could’ve been less annoying and then this wouldn’t be happening.

Fingers wrap around his wrists. So warm. A sob catches painfully in his throat as his arms are lifted. It stretches his ribcage, and then the congestion of blood in his lungs gets easier to breathe around - but it makes his shoulders ache so much worse, and it scares him. Doesn’t that matter? He tries to explain, tries to beg for it to stop, but the words don’t come out. His teeth feel air on them and his throat is sore, but he can’t hear any words coming out.

Someone presses down on his wrists to keep them in place. His chest is touched by something rubbery - a gloved hand - and someone else grabs his leg, the throbbing one. Lux thinks he screams, but apparently not, because everything remains quiet.

The grip on his leg tightens. Someone seems to decide not to leave it to chance whether he’ll get noisy, and presses a hand over his mouth.

Shouldn’t have used his magic in the first place. Shouldn’t have spoken up, caught anyone’s attention. This is his fault, all his fault - even if he is being helped right now, being patched up, it is worse. Worse than going cold outside, forgotten on the side of the road, struggling to breathe. Lux tries for one more sound - a whimper, would’ve been muffled against that hand, but no sound leaves him - and then he gives up, falling limp with a shudder.

[ifwebefriends]

HOMEBOY LITERALLY SAID THAT FLUTTERSHY IS WORTH ALL OF THE MOST POWERFUL MAGIC IN EQUESTRIA TO HIM I FUCKING CAN’T WITH THESE TWO

[armoralor]

cannot believe I’m still seeing the most tired homophobic tropes used against WolfWren 💀 “Sabine and Shin don’t have anything to give each other” boy tell me you’ve never made a woman cum without telling me.

[little-angel-oc]

🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Kinktober (9)- Begging

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: While you are tied up, your girlfriends intend on giving you a show that leaves you begging for more.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Threesome, Magic restraints, Magic Cum-filled Strap-on, Dirty Talk, Fake cum, Creampies

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“Please…” you whimpered, eyes pleading desperately at your girlfriends who were currently making out on your bed. You watched attentively as Natasha cupped Wanda’s jaw, her tongue sliding into the witch’s mouth to deepen the kiss. Wanda’s toned thighs straddling the redhead, the bare skin teasing you from your position across the room.

Red tendrils held your arms down against the arms of the chair you were in, your legs also tied to each chair leg making you spread out on the piece of furniture and left to watch the show they were putting on for you.

Two sets of green eyes turned to you at your plea, both women also smirking at the pathetic tone and clear frustration on your face. They simply ignored you after that, turning back to one another and crashing their lips together again. A moan escaped Wanda when Natasha flipped them over, pinning the brunette to the bed and holding her hands above her head before kissing down her neck.

“Don’t tease me Nat,” Wanda husked out, glaring down at the spy who looked up with an innocent glint in her eyes.

“I’m not teasing you, love,” she purred, looking over to you with a knowing smirk. One of your favourite things was to take your time with the witch, have her sensitive to your touch, calling your name out in frustration as you slowly explored her body. A small groan escaped you when you realised what Natasha was trying to do.

“Don’t make me tie you down too,” the witch huffed out, a chuckle escaping Natasha before she placed another kiss to the top of her breasts and climbed back up to press her lips to the woman under her.

“What do you want me to do Wanda?” Natasha’s Russian accent wrapped around her words delicately as she murmured against the brunette’s lips. The witch simply answered by conjuring a red strap on around the older woman’s waist, peering up at her with a mischievous look.

“I want you to fuck me,” she purrs, breaking her hands free from the spy’s grip and scratching down her back to leave red trails. Natasha groans in response and kisses Wanda once again, pouring passion and want into it before pulling away. “Don’t be gentle with me Detka,” she whispers, and you let out another desperate noise.

You watch with jealousy as Natasha lines up the tip of the toy and thrusts it into Wanda, both moaning at the feeling. You groan to yourself when you realise Wanda’s enchanted the toy so Natasha can feel everything as she slides the toy out and slams back into the witch. A guttural moan is ripped from the back of Wanda’s throat when Natasha starts to pound into her, the brunette’s fingers tangling into the red locks and pulling her head closer to crash their lips together.

Your hands fight vigorously with the magic restraints, aimless words tumbling out of your mouth, begging either woman to let you get involved. Your words fall on deaf ears though as Wanda calls out the spy’s name along with curse words in Sokovian while Natasha moves to bury her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around the toy.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Wanda moans and you feel like you’re literally about to combust on the spot, “Look how good Nat’s fucking me.” Your mouth opens and closes, unable to form words as you watch Natasha move to kneel, her hips still snapping into Wanda as her hands lift the witch’s hips to thrust deeper into her. Wanda throws her head back at the action, showing off her sharp jawline and how her breasts bounce with each thrust.

“Please, please let me go,” you whine, still pointlessly trying to move your arms. Wanda lolls her head to the side to look at you, her mouth parting into an o shape as Natasha hits a sweet spot inside her.

“You’re taking me so well Wanda,” Natasha pants out, moving a hand to circle the brunette’s clit and earning a loud moan in response. “Do you want to come for me?” she looks down at Wanda who nods her head, tearing her gaze away from you to look at the spy.

“Please let me come Nat,” she groans out, her hands gripping Natasha’s forearms as her fingers dig into the witch’s waist.

“Come for me,” Natasha rasps out while leaning down, moaning into the kiss as she feels her walls clench around her and body tense, her orgasm ripping through her body. Natasha follows straight after, hips stuttering as she comes into the Wanda, fake come filling her up as she moans loudly at the strange sensation.

Your chest rises and falls as you watch them recover, the throb between your legs incessant as you stare at the scene in front of you.

“Please,” you whimper out once again, making them both turn to look at you. Natasha pulls out of Wanda, the white liquid slowly oozing out of her before Natasha uses her finger to push it back in.

“Shush baby,” Wanda says while conjuring another red strap on, this time around your waist. “Do you want to fill me up too?” she purrs, climbing onto your lap effortlessly and gripping the toy. Your hips buck as best they can under her at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around you.

“I want to make you feel so good,” you groan when she sinks down onto you, leaning forward to rest your head against her chest. “Can I touch you now?” You moan when you feel how tight and warm she is, her hips moving up and down you at a tortuous pace.

She hums to begin with, cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look at her, “What do you think Nat, should I let her?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she husks out, walking till she’s behind your seated form, hands drifting across your shoulders and collarbones, “She has to ask nicely first.”

“Please let me touch you,” you sigh out, Wanda grinding down on the toy while moaning next to your ear now, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I just want to touch you, please, I want to make you feel so good Wands,” you plea, the desperate tone making her take pity on you. Her magic dissipates around you, one hand immediately going to her waist to guide her movements while the other goes to her clit, circling it in time with each movement of her hips.

“Fuck baby,” she moans, moving to kiss you while Natasha starts to mark your neck. “That’s it, right there,” Wanda groans out when you thrust your hips slightly under her, hitting all the right places as she starts to bounce on your lap.

“Oh shit,” you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, face moving to the crook of her neck as you whimper against the skin, “I’m gonna come, please, can I?”

“Not yet,” she sighs out, tugging you by your hair to look into your eyes, “Just hold it a little longer,” she murmurs softly, pressing her lips to yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda continues to ride you, moans freely leaving your lips as you try to hold back.

“Please, I can’t hold it much longer,” she shakes her head, you groaning in response.

“Just a little longer,” her hips are relentless as she lifts her hips up then slams them back down, your fingers still circling her clit, “Fuck. Come with me baby,” she practically screams, her clenching around you and coming. Fake cum spills into her as you bite down on her shoulder to muffle your moan, hips twitching and legs shaking as you finally come.

“You ok baby?” you hear her whisper, nodding your head and snuggling against her chest.

“You did so well for us,” you hear them both whispering praise before guiding you to the bed, letting you tangle your limbs with theirs as you cuddle. You don’t notice when they clean themselves up or yourself, too blissed out with pleasure and easily drift off to sleep in between your girlfriends.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Lab whump + magic whump snippet

I tried this method and got this :D

#3 Strapped down and #29 Laboratory, from this writing challenge

CW: 2nd pov, lab whump, magic whump, implied vivisection

Escape is impossible. You know that by now. But you still struggle, your resistance pitiful against the straps holding you down. The leather cuts into your skin, tight across your wrists and ankles, restricting your bare torso. But whumper ignores you, their black-clad figure lingering at the edge of your vision.

Something cold and metal touches your sternum. Your breath catches, and you crane your neck up and forward.

An array of instruments hovers just above your body, suspended in the air as if by magic.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” whumper asks, voice slightly muffled behind their black beaked mask. One gloved hand is outstretched toward you, curling slowly, fingers tapping empty space. “Such power. And without ever having to dirty my hands or expose myself to my subjects.” Whumper leans back a little and flicks one finger downward. Pain flares at the base of your throat. You choke back a scream.

“The first incision,” whumper announces. Their mask cocks slightly to one side. “Impeccable.”

Another tap of a finger. Another sharp pain that lances across your chest. Your barely-contained scream escapes in a small whimper.

“So much power,” whumper murmurs. “This way, there’s no limit to what I can do.”

[firstofficerkittycat]

trans kirk to me means spock excitedly telling him how many decimal points his dick has grown since they last fucked (yesterday)

[sapphiretheharpy]

Have you watched The Amazing Digital Circus? If so...giant Jax.

I have lol (it’s 4am

[musubiki]

at first i was thinking about oscars work with madam springs being in a secondary location from her bookstore but i think a cute idea would be putting the springs storefront in the same building as the bookshops...side by side store neighbors or something...

[arrozconlecheeee]

I redrew some doodles from earlier this year on my priv twitter(о´∀`о)

Song: Supermassive black hole - Muse

[revivisection]

she's 39 he's 4000+ and they're having a slumber party (they squat in the same apartment)

two images of similar themes but very different styles because??? i honestly don't know

[freakcille]

genital/reproductive system switching magic or creatures could vry easily be real in dungeon meshi verse

[aurosoulart]

I created an interactive winter wonderland in for my in-laws' Christmas Eve party, and man... nothing compares to seeing the joy this tech brings to first-time users.

People light up and act like children again, no matter their age. It's truly a privilege to behold.

[creaturefeaster]

Is Elliot trans?? I saw on a post that it said "pre transition elliot" and that got me curious to whether it was about gender or some magical thing I missed knowing

Technically both heehee.

Yeah he's a trans dude. Him being trans doesn't have anything to do with magic, but the way he physically chose to transition was via magic :3