#moo moo moan moon

[olokosomolo]

Tonight I took a photo shot of the sky all the stars were counted except for the moon that was absent

[lottiies]

LIKE A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

→ Sneaking around with your grandparents’ ranch hand during the summer!

CW: x Fem!reader with she/her pronouns, starts with fluff and turns into smut, switch!Leon, dry humping, cowgirl, butterfly (i think that’s the position name?), fingering, short hold the moan snippet, reader wears a sundress at one point, mention of a palm injury via a cut

WC: 1.8k

NOTE: written just for fun to entertain myself during an excruciatingly long car ride, sorry that it’s fast paced </3 title lyric is from ‘tulsa jesus freak’ also i tried my best at a southern accent for him okay

MASTERLINK

You always complained whenever your parents sent you on your annual trip to your grandparents’ place. Mosquitoes ran rampant and a prayer whilst holding hands was mandatory before every meal. Summer was supposed to be a break so you could be lazy in bed all day, but now you had to go help tend to the animals.

Sure, farm animals are cute and all…but gushing over how adorable they are is much different from actually taking care of them. So much for that ‘Charlotte’s Web’ childhood dream of yours, none of the pigs are like Wilbur!

But you had a change of attitude when you went the summer after your freshman year of college. Upon your arrival, your suitcase was hauled by strong skin-kissed hands, like if your packed belongings weighed a mere pound.

Looking up, your eyes met irises that rivaled the beauty of the ocean.

Oh.

You almost had to physically lift your jaw back up to introduce yourself. Then you ran upstairs to bury your face into your pillow.

Leon Kennedy. Would his last name suit your first name? Or vice versa? Jesus.

That first summer was full of fleeting glances and flirtatious conversation. There was something romantic about being in a space far away from civilization. Like you were in your own little universe with him whenever the two of you snuck around. During dinners, you always nudged at his leg with your boot to mess with him, liking the way he cleared his throat to ward off a smile.

And maybe you relied on silly methods to see if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck. Last one.

He likes me!!!

Childish excitement coursed through you, an instantaneous smile on your face. You thanked Mother Nature for giving you the answer you wanted.

You also thanked the Sun every day for gifting freckles to Leon. One day, you held onto his face and tried to count them all. Squinting your eyes, you counted aloud, missing the way he looked at you with nothing but sweetness in his gaze.

The world around you was muted, as if the cows standing behind the fence had stopped mooing just for the sake of your concentration.

“Sure this is gonna work? Listen, I’ve always been an optimistic fella but—“

“Shh, you’re distracting me.” After a beat, you groaned. “Fuck I lost count. Okay, hold still for real this time.”

“Sure, doll.” She’s real cute, he thought to himself.

Or that one time when the Sun’s beams were too hot and made Leon take his hat off so he could pour a fresh bucket of water on his head. You felt so betrayed at the sight.

“You’re shitting me!”

“What?”

“Your roots…” Not very polite, but you pointed at his hair. “I thought you were blonde. Like, born blonde.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” He hid his amusement with a shrug, lowering his head to give you a better look. “Haven’t had time to dye it.”

And of course, you owed the Moon some gratitude for being an audience member to a memory you cherished. If said memory could be physically stored, you’d keep it on a frame so you could rewatch the moment your relationship blossomed.

The confession came when two heartbeats aligned, two bodies snuggled against each other on top of the roof. Leon gazed at you as if you hung up the stars and moon that were beautifully assorted in the sky, the same ones he had admired all alone prior to you coming here. He never thought he’d have a pretty woman wanting to get to know him.

“This is crazy…I can actually see the constellations out here.” Your words were a murmur, the glimmering dots above reflecting in your pupils.

“And ya couldn’t back at home?”

“Pfft. With all the pollution in the city? Not a chance.”

“Yeah? Mus’ be a special night for ya, then.”

It was. But not because of the view, rather, because of the handsome guy holding you close like you were his girlfriend.

“Yeah, it is.”

A hat was placed onto your head. His hat.

You broke your admiration of the stars, turning to look at him instead. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, suddenly his hand was cupping the side of your face. His skin was scarred and calloused against yours, a physical manifestation of how different his lifestyle was from yours.

Books always made it seem like butterflies would be swarming in your stomach at moments like these. But you felt calm. This was fate, it was supposed to happen. And who were you to deny the universe’s pull and Cupid’s arrow?

Leon was a gentleman first and foremost. “Can I…?”

“Mhm.”

Your first kiss was witnessed by the moon.

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

You kept in touch through letters. Leon was old fashioned, and very rarely did he pick up his cheap flip phone when you tried giving him a call. Something about his phone always being stored away, he hardly used the thing anyway. He already had the task of picking up the mail, so it wasn’t like your grandpa or grandma would get it.

You didn’t mind much. There was something endearing about sending letters, running to the mail like you were a dog fetching the weekly newspaper. It was hard to imagine his voice sometimes when reading his letters because he wrote all properly, it didn’t match his accent.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to send another letter. I accidentally cut my hand when fixing up a fence and it took a while to heal, it left a scar. I’m okay though, promise. Just don’t want you to think I forgot about you or anything like that. Your grandpa was real nice about it, he gave me some time off, he’s got a kind heart. And your grandma kept cooking up some soup…said it would help me heal quicker. Not sure if it’s true, but it left my stomach happy and that counts for something.

The entire time I was resting, I found myself thinking of you. Would you have patched my hand up if you were here? Kissed my pain away?

Every time I look at the moon, I wonder if you are too.”

You always traced over his handwriting with an unclicked pen before proceeding to leave a kiss mark on the corner of the page and putting it in your stored pile.

Summer became the highlight of your years. You actually packed cute clothes now, flowy sundresses and some matching undergarments you wouldn’t mind Leon seeing. Of course, you also bought some riding gear, wanting to partake in his hobbies too.

The instant you were back at the farm and the two of you were alone, Leon grabbed you by the hips and pressed you up against the outdoor wall of the house, smiling at you all coyly.

“Missed ya. Shoulda jus’ stayed here with me.”

“Thought you liked me for pursuing a higher education?” Your grin matched his. Maybe after you got your degree you’d join him more often.

“Mhm.” God, that intellect of yours was sexy. He could listen to you ramble about your ambitions for ages. “Wish that college of yers was nearby, though.”

“That makes two of us…I missed you too, by the way.” Your lips inched closer to his. “A lot.”

His cheeks turned roseate, his heart thumping as fast as the hooves of a bronco at a rodeo. “…Yeah?”

“Don’t sound so unsure! Need me to show you?”

“I’d appreciate that, y’know how I am.” Leon wasn’t the most self assured, having been worried you’d find some college guy to get with.

All it took was some more sweet talking and daring touches on your end before he hoisted one of your legs up with your permission, the fabric of your dress lifting and bunching around your hips, the plush of your ass pressed against the weathered down paint of the walls.

He let you set the pace, keeping you steady as you bucked your hips against him, your panties soaking from the friction of his rough denim jeans. Your mouths clashed messily out of pent up desperation.

It didn’t go farther than dry humping, though.

Leon made sure your first time with him was more planned out, not wanting it to be in some confined space or rushed. You rode him until dawn, your knees meeting the soft blanket he laid down against the grass with each roll of your hips.

“Ah ah ah. Slow, sweetheart, slow.” He pleaded in a throaty voice, you were killing him, milking him over and over.

“Fuck…okay.” You slowed your pace, your breaths mingling when you rested your forehead against his.

“That’s it. Like that.”

And after that, there were more spontaneous times.

You wanted to get dicked down on your mattress so that’s what Leon gave you, if only your bed wasn’t so fucking squeaky. He had to put pillows behind your headboard.

“Shh…gotta be quiet f’me.” His hand covered your mouth, muting the moans that almost spilled from your mouth.

Leon wouldn’t live to see another day if his boss found his sweet granddaughter’s ankles hugging his neck and her toes all curled.

You ran your nails against his scalp, turning his hair into a mess, taking advantage of the fact he didn’t have a hat indoors. He bit down on his lip harshly to prevent himself from groaning aloud. Yeah, he had to climb out your window after that.

You almost got caught once inside one of the rundown abandoned stalls that was in need of some fixing. You were sitting betweens Leon’s spread legs, his hand down your pants. His palm gently smacked your clit with every push of his fingers inside your cunt. Open-mouthed kisses grazed your neck, making you loll your head to the side.

If only your granddaddy hadn’t interrupted.

“Son, ya in here?” Some incoherent grumbles before he got to the point, thankfully giving you some time to smack Leon’s hand away, snickering at the expression on his face — like he was about to be put six feet under. “Need yer help with the pipe I was tellin’ ya about earlier.”

“‘m on it.” Leon called out after pecking your lips, but there was a crack in his voice that left you silently giggling as he got up and wiped his fingers on his pants. He seemed so embarrassed, sparing you an apologetic glance and then tipping his hat down to hide his flustered expression from his boss.

But who knows, your grandparents adored Leon. One day he’d muster up the courage to tell them he was sweet on you, or maybe they’d catch the two of you holding hands under the dinner table.

Either way, you were no mere summer fling, and he let that be known by adorning your finger with a shiny promise ring.

[femmecowslut]

i wish i was turnwd into a werecow

i think itd be so fun getting all big and busty and milky and fat during the full moon and mooing and moaning and begging to be bred,,,,,,,,,,

Hehe knowing its coming and trying to pretend it doesn't turn me on more and more knowing how big, full, and milky I'd get

Sounds like an awesome time

[lightning-will-bovino]

► Moo like a slutty cow.

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

Lambo purse his lips as red began to color his face. He let out a moon but a long one that's similar to a moan. After that, his face is completely red.

[falaandu]

Emotes

Unterhaltung: /offer /angebot /agree /zustimmen /disagree /anderermeinung /object /widersprechen /veto /ablehnen /talk /reden /talkex /aufgeregt (reden) /question /fragen /shrug /achselzucken /listen /zuhören /silence /ruhe /yes /ja /no /nein /ty /danke /yw /gern /sorry /entschuldigen /silly /witz /jk (nur Spaß machen) Bescheid geben: /brb (gleich zurück) /going (ich muss gehen) /rdy /bereit /signal /signal /oom (kein Mana) /raise /melden /idea /idee Glückwünsche: /applaud /applause /praise /lob /commend /loben /clap /klatschen /golfclap (unbeeindruckt) /grats /gratulieren /luck /glück /cheer /jubeln /highfive /abklatschen /ding (neue Stufe) Zwischenmenschlich: /tickle /kitzeln /soothe /besänftigen /comfort /trost /pat /klaps /encourage /ermutigen /calm /beruhigen /pity /bemitleiden Gefühle & Stimmung: /happy /glücklich /surprised /überrascht /jealous (eifersüchtig) /bashful /verlegen /shy /schüchtern /curious /neugierig /glower /übellaunig /sad /traurig /cry /weinen /whine /heulen /violin /geige /mourn /trauern /tired /müde /yawn /gähnen /cold /kalt /shiver /frösteln Lachen: /snicker /kichern (belustigt) /cackle /gackern (Situation) /guffaw /auslachen (schall.) /chuckle /glucksen (freundl.) /smirk (verstohlen) /grin /boshaft /smile /lächeln /giggle /gibbeln (nur kicher) /lol /lachen /rofl (Boden kugeln) Blicke: /look /ansehen /eye /mustern /stare /starren /blank /ausdruckslos /absent /abwesend /gaze /blicken (sehnsucht) /peer /spähen (forschend) /suspicious /misstrauisch /nervous /nervös /awe /ehrfurcht /shifty /gerissen /scowl /finster /glare /anstarren (wütend) Situation: /boggle /verdattert /puzzled (Was‘n hier los?) /doubt /zweifeln /badfeeling /schlimm /amaze /wundern /confused /verwirrt /lost /verirrt /search /suchen /ponder /grübeln /think /nachdenken Warten & Folgen: /tap /klopfen /bored /gelangweilt /impatient /zappeln /twiddle /däumchen /wait /warten /hurry /beeilen /followme /folgtmir /beckon /herbeiwinken körperliche Aktionen: /bounce /hüpfen /pounce /anspringen /sneak /schleichen /dance /tanzen /shimmy /tänzeln /shake /wackeln /moon /hintern /point /zeigen /sit /sitzen /pray /beten /curtsey /knicks /kneel /knien /peon /kriechen /lie /liegen /flop /wälzen /sleep /schlafen /flex /stark /crack /knöchel /snap /schnippen /faint /ohnmacht Gesicht & Rachen: /whistle /pfeifen /sing /singen (beruhigen) /coverears (Ohren zuhalten) /facepalm /gesicht /pick /nasepopeln /smell /riechen (stinken) /sniff /schnüffeln /eyeroll /augenrollen /eyebrow /augenbraue /frown /stirnrunzeln /groan /stöhnen /moan (vielsagend stöhnen) /sigh /seufzen /gasp /keuchen /breath /durchatmen Tiere: /roar /brüllen /purr /schnurren /snarl /zähnefletschen /growl /knurren /hiss /fauchen /squeal /quieken /bark /bellen /moo /muh /chicken /huhn Pärchen-Emotes: /hug /umarmen /cuddle /kuscheln /pet /streicheln /holdhand /handhalten /arm /arm /massage /massage /poke /knuffen /ruffle /haare /kiss /küssen /lick /lecken /drool /sabbern /blink /zwinkern /flirten /flirten /love /liebe /faint /ohnmacht /blush /erröten /sexy /sexy /charm /charme böse Emotes: /mad /sauer /shakefist /faust /doom /drohen /gloat /hämisch /mock /verhöhnen /insult /beleidigen /rude (unflätige Geste) /snub /anschnauzen /spit /spucken /taunt /verspotten /scoff /spotten /snort /schnauben /scold /ärgern /shoo /verscheuchen /go (bitten zu gehen) /blame /schuldig /embarrass /beschämt /tease /aufziehen /mutter /murmeln /crossarms /verschränken Gebrechen: /hiccup /schluckauf /sneeze /niesen /cough /husten /headache /kopfschmerzen /sweat /schwitzen Essen & Trinken usw.: /eat /essen /food /hungrig /drink /trinken /thirsty /durstig /chug /saufen /burp /rülpsen /fart /pupsen im Kampf: /brandish /bedrohen /charge /stürmen /bite /beißen /cat /kratzen /slap /ohrfeigen /doh /hauen /smack (Klaps Hinterkopf) /duck /ducken /openfire /feuer /attacktarget /zielangreifen /victory /sieg /warn (warnen) /enemy /warnen /incoming /feinde Niederlage / Angstzustände: /surrender /ergeben /revenge /rache /truce /waffenstillstand /bleed /bluten /healme (Heilung rufen) /helpme /hilferufen /flee /fliehen /mercy /gnade /beg /betteln (erbärmlich) /plead /flehen /fear /fürchten /cringe /schaudern /shudder (nur schaudern) /scared /ängstlich /panic /panik Sonstiges: /work /arbeiten /train /zug /backpack /taschen /map /karte

[weewoow-2060307]

I offer you this list but in alphabetical order. And I saw someone call them monster high once so... I added it in :)

Elr

Keke waka

M&Ms

M-1 Rifles

MK-16

Macadamia nut

Macaulay Culkin

Machine Gunner

Machine gunners

Machupichu

Macroeconomice

Madagascar

Magical miscarriages

Malnourished Foreskin

Malnourished Skin

Mambo Jambos

Mamma mia

Manicure

Manila papers

Manly-man

Maple Syrup

Margaritas

Mario Kart

Markiplier

Marley and Me

Married Salamanders

Marsupials

Marty McFly

Marvin

Marvin martians

Marvins

Mascara

Mascot

Mauled maggots

Maybelline

McDonalds

McLovin It

McNuggets

McVans

Mcdonald's happy meals

Mcflurry

Mcmuffin

Mcstuffins

Mealworm

Meerkats

Megamind

Megatron

Megatron Titty

Melon rinds

Melted Cream Cheese

Menstrual cup

Meralco

Merlin’s Beard

Meryl Streep

Mesopotamias

Methamphetamine

Mewtoo

Mexico

Mick Jagger

Microscope

Mikinam

Miku

Milan champions league

Milanese

Milehighclubs

Mileperson

Milevensies

Milftits

Milk of Magnesia

MilkTit

Milkbag

Milkbone

Milkchocchip

Milklovers

Milkmaids

Milkovitch

Milkvillains

Milkwaffers

Milkwaukee

Milkweven

Milkytitty

Millennials

Minecraft mobs

Minions

Minotaur

Miranda Sings

Misaligned Fallopian Tubes

Mishawaka

Misused toilet

Mitochondrial Disease

Mitosis

Mitskivans

Mlvn

Mockingbird

Moldy Mozzarellas

Moldy bread

Moldy macaroni

Moldy milks

Moldymilk

Molotov Cocktail

Momento Morí

Mona Lisa

Mondays

MonkeyBall

Monoclonal Antibodies

Monster of Men

Monsterhighs

MontyPhyton

Moondance

Moscova

Mosquito bites

Mothman

Mouse rat

Msg

Mucinex

Mud Stain

Mug cakes

Mushroom Raviolis

Mychemicalromance

Nickleback

Of Mice and Men

Tickle Me Elmos

m'leven

mac and cheese

macadamias

macarena

macaroni

macaroni n cheese

machine gun

machine gun kelly

mackerel

mad mothers

magdalena bay

maggots

magician

magnesium

mailman

malaria

malfunctioning minotaurs

malibubarbie

malnutrition

malt powder

malt vinegars

malted milk

malteesers

malware

mandalorian

mango

mango salsa

mangos

margerine

mariachi

mariposa

maroon 5

marshal mathers

martians

mascarpone

master of puppets

masturbation

maternity leave

mcchicken

mcladdles

meatball choppers

mediocre meat loaf

meep city

meeting micky mouse

mein kampf

melatonin deficiency

melevenene

meltdowns

melted marshmallows

melville

melvin

menstruation

mentoses

mephistopheles

messenger

meth lab

metric system

michigan

michigans

mickey mouse clubhouse

microbe

microfungus

micropenis

microphone

microwave

middleman

midleven

mids

midvans

mighty morphin power rangers

mikeisdefinitelyisdefinitelyahetrosexual

mildew

mildred

milebin

milerescent

miley cyrus

militia

milk and cookies

milk cartons

milkchicken

milkcurd

milkdud

milklevel

milklords

milkman

milkmonsters

milkshake

milkshit

milkspill

milkvan

milkweed

milky cereal cup

milkydudes

milkythooth's

milkytruck

milkyway

millipede

millyrocker

millyrocks

milquetoast

milulu

mimetite

mindflayer

minestrone

minimum wages

minivan

minnie mouse

minnions

misanthropic villains

miscellaneous

mismatches

mister mustard

mistletoes

mitochondria

mitochondrion

mitskivan

mixed signals

moaning myrtle

mobility exercises

mocha cake a la goldilocks

mocha monsters

molars

molotov

monkey ooh ooh ah ah

monkey see monkey do’s

monkeyvenom

monsoon

Monster high

moo moo

moon landing conspiracy

moonshine

moose mooses

morsels

mosh pits

moshimonsters

motorola

mount vesuvius

moustache mountain

mozzarella sticks

multivitamins

mumble

murmers

musculoskeletal

mustard

my little pony

mythology

three musketeers

zoo wee mamas

🥛🚚

I know this is like dying but I’ve waited so long to post this cuz I wanted to get as much as I can but since I haven’t seen another alternate m*leven ship name in forever, I’ve decided to post all the alternate m*leven ship names I’ve seen. I may or may not have repeated some…

milkvan

macarena

mumble

miley cyrus

melvin 

milkshake

mitochondria 

Keke waka 

milkdud

Misaligned Fallopian Tubes

machine gun

milkcurd

mildew

milkman

moonshine

menstruation

midleven 

Macroeconomice

microwave

Macadamia nut

monkeyvenom

masturbation

mythology

Minotaur

malware

malnutrition

Minecraft mobs

moon landing conspiracy

margerine

murmers

milkyway 

mcchicken

monsoon

melted marshmallows

mango

maroon 5

Of Mice and Men

Madagascar

Marty McFly

melville

Milk of Magnesia 

Milkwaukee

Milkchocchip

M-1 Rifles

Meerkats

Mlvn

M&Ms

McDonalds

McVans

Milehighclubs

Mitskivans

Mychemicalromance

Monsterhighs

Millennials

Malnourished Skin

Mona Lisa

Mushroom Raviolis

MK-16

Mascara

Monoclonal Antibodies

Mamma mia

Mealworm

messenger

mentoses

milkweed

microbe

mimetite 

morsels

mozzarella sticks

milkchicken

minestrone

macaroni

Methamphetamine

Markiplier

milkbag 

machine gun kelly

zoo wee mamas

Milevensies

molotov

mismatches

mandalorian

mildred

magdalena bay

milulu

Milkmaids

minimum wages

mailman

malt vinegars

moshimonsters

mids

mocha monsters

Marley and Me

Mitosis

three musketeers

milkshit

Miranda Sings

motorola

mobility exercises

Malnourished Foreskin

miscellaneous

McNuggets

microfungus

minnie mouse

millipede

milkmonsters

monkey ooh ooh ah ah

martians

milquetoast

Manicure

milkbone 

Meryl Streep

macadamias

Maple Syrup

mildew

multivitamins

mascarpone

mikeisdefinitelyisdefinitelyahetrosexual

magnesium

magician

mickey mouse clubhouse

Macaulay Culkin

Molotov Cocktail

meatball choppers

milky cereal cup

monkey see monkey do’s

meth lab

millyrocks

Milklovers

midvans

mac and cheese

mindflayer

Marvin martians

malteesers

minivan

MilkTit

milk and cookies

milklords

Tickle Me Elmos

minnions

mad mothers

mariposa

Milkbag

mitskivan 

Mucinex

mixed signals

Milkytitty

mighty morphin power rangers

🥛🚚

Milkvillains

Mosquito bites

Mug cakes

Moldy milks

micropenis

maggots

Machupichu

mephistopheles

malted milk

musculoskeletal

Mcdonald's happy meals

moose mooses

macaroni n cheese

maternity leave

moustache mountain

mocha cake a la goldilocks

Mcstuffins

Mcmuffin

Nickleback

MonkeyBall

mistletoes

moo moo

microphone

master of puppets

middleman

Monster of Men

Melted Cream Cheese

milkythooth's

meltdowns

mosh pits

Mikinam 

Megatron Titty

MontyPhyton

malaria

michigans

malibubarbie

Mockingbird

Machine Gunner

Milkbone

Milftits

Mcflurry

mangos

metric system

milkydudes

milk cartons

milklevel

Milan champions league

mcladdles

mustard

malfunctioning minotaurs

moaning myrtle

meep city

mount vesuvius

millyrocker

mango salsa 

milkspill

Mitochondrial Disease

m'leven

michigan

Machine Gunner

Maybelline

Mascot

Moldy Mozzarellas

malt powder

machine gun kelly

Manila papers

Merlin’s Beard

mackerel

Moldymilk

mariachi

mein kampf

melevenene

Miku

mediocre meat loaf

Mambo Jambos

Microscope 

my little pony

Menstrual cup

Mothman 

Megamind

Msg

Marvins 

Mesopotamias

Meralco

misanthropic villains

Mishawaka

Moldy bread

Marsupials

Marvin

Melon rinds

Moondance

Moldy macaroni

Magical miscarriages

Mauled maggots

Machine gunners

Moscova

Mondays

Momento Morí

mitochondrion

Megatron

Misused toilet

meeting micky mouse

Mitochondrial Disease

melatonin deficiency

Minions

Milkovitch

Manly-man

McLovin It

Mexico

milkytruck

molars

Married Salamanders

mister mustard

Mario Kart

Mouse rat

marshal mathers

militia

milebin

Mewtoo

Margaritas

Mick Jagger

Elr 

Milkwaffers

Milkweven

Mud Stain

Mileperson

milerescent

Milanese

My favorites: Misaligned Fallopian Tubes, zoo wee mamas (doesn’t even start with M), Milan champions league. Which are four favs?

[bemylord]

↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

//~~//

idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.

[xiolaperry]

Four Ways Gaston Could Have Died (and the One Way He Actually Did) - Chapter 2

Summary:  We all agreed at the end of 'The Piano' that Gaston deserved to die. But how? I opened it up to prompts, and here they are... (prompt note at the end of the chapter to avoid spoilers.)

Read “The Piano” on AO3.

Read “Four Ways” Chapter 2 on AO3.

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Gaston's aunt helped him scrub his house from top to bottom after they left. He'd never seen Cora work so hard at physical labor. “A good cleaning will set things right. You'll see,” she said. He suspected it was as much to vent her fury at Belle and Gold as to help him. He watched her attack the cobwebs in the corner and tried to stay out of the way.

The house sparkled when she'd finished, but the next morning he realized there were still signs of Belle's presence in the house. Her favorite chair. The wooden spoon she always used when she cooked. Seeing things that brought memories of Belle was not something he wanted to face every day. He would have to destroy everything that had to do with his ill-fated marriage.

He gathered up every item from the house that reminded him of her for an enormous bonfire. The bed frame and mattress from her room, the dishtowels she'd embroidered, the spoon, the chair, even the pants she'd mended for him— he set all of it alight. Bright and cheery, the fire crackled, sending sparks and flutters of ash into the night sky, an offering to the stars above. It gave him satisfaction to watch everything burn. He sat and watched until the last bit was gone, poking at the remnants with his rake so as not to leave anything recognizable behind.

Peaceful sleep followed the purge. Life could return to normal now. There was no reason for all not to be as it was. It would be as if Belle never existed.

After a week of keeping to himself (Cora had advised him to keep a low profile to let people forget about the incident) and working around the house, he decided to visit the tavern. It was time to rejoin the community. He slammed the door open in his usual manner to alert everyone to his presence. The men usually greeted him with enthusiasm, asking him to play darts and inviting him to join them for drinks, pulling out chairs to have him sit at their table.

Nothing happened. Didn't they notice him? He cleared his throat. The loud noise attracted some attention, but all he received were a few muttered hellos. He ordered a mug of ale, scowling as he surveyed the room. No one came to sit with him. After his fifth drink, he decided he'd had enough of being ignored. He threw some money down on the bar, kicked a chair, and stalked out.

He almost ran into Regina who was arriving with that man who fancied himself an archer, Robin... something. They hadn't yet been officially introduced, but Gaston knew he wouldn't like him.

“Aren't you going to present me to your friend, Regina?” His large frame blocked them from making their way into the tavern. He would not let her snub him like everyone else.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, a move he wouldn't have tolerated from anyone other than his cousin. “Robin, my cousin Gaston. Gaston, Robin. Happy now?”

He shook Robin's hand. “Pleased to meet you.” He gripped it hard, waiting for the other man to grimace in pain and let go. The opposite happened. Robin's smile grew as he squeezed back. The two men faced each other, neither backing down, and their handshake turned into what looked like an arm-wrestling contest without the table.

“That's enough, you two.” Regina pushed herself between them and forced them to let go. “How childish,” she scolded.

But she was making eyes at Robin like he was something special. Gaston could not understand what had come over his cousin, mooning over lion tattooed riff-raff in public. She should be embarrassed, not beaming with pride.

“Would you like to join us?” Robin asked.

“No, thank you. I need to get home.” He'd rather cut his own finger off.

“Next time, then.”

Gaston stepped aside, and the pair chose a table and sat down. Everyone greeted them and Regina beamed. Her whole face lit up. She was happy. Gaston had never seen her like that before. For a moment, he realized this was what he could have had if he'd made different choices. He squashed the thought. No looking back, only forward.

She couldn't really be happy, he decided as he walked home. Aunt Cora, holding on to hope for an advantageous match for her daughter, threatened to throw Regina out if she didn’t stop associating with Robin. After an ugly, public argument, Regina told her she’d save her the trouble and leave. Cora had responded by tossing her belongings into the street. She was now living in a tiny room that the Nolan family rented out.

That night he had a dream about the morning he'd spent in the crawlspace under Gold's house, listening to the sounds of passion above him. To his horror, the cracks in the floor widened until Gold and Belle were right in front of him, naked and pleasuring each other. Breathy moans and panting rang in his head. The smell of sex permeated the air, choking him. He shut his eyes and covered his ears, but he could still hear and see them.

The nightmare ended when it got to the part where a button fell through a knothole in the floor, just as it had in reality. He jerked awake, sitting up in bed. The button. He'd forgotten all about it. Some piece of Belle still remained here in New Zealand. Tomorrow he would retrieve it and smash it to powder. Then it would all be over. He fluffed up his pillow and settled back into bed, asleep in minutes.

Gaston woke at dawn. There was a strange electricity in the air. He dismissed it as a remnant of his nightmare, but the feeling did not dissipate as he dressed. As he pondered his plan, he decided he was not being superstitious. He became convinced that the only way for his life to return to normal was a total removal of any trace of Belle. A quick search of the house confirmed he had overlooked nothing, not one ribbon or scrap of fabric.

He was tempted to skip the morning chores in his hurry to get on with his mission, but agitated noises coming from the barn stopped him. The cow looked fine, although it was mooing with impatience to get out. Her milk didn't even come close to filling the bucket, then she almost knocked him over in her rush to exit the barn. Stupid cow.

His horse was whinnying, the whites of its eyes showing as it tossed its head in agitation. Concerned there might be something wrong with the animal, he opened the stall. The stallion dashed out, galloping through the unfastened barn doors and jumping the fence. His mouth dropped open in disbelief. Had the whole world gone crazy?

Outside, the cow was lying down instead of grazing on the sparse grass. Gaston checked the sky for rain, but it was blue, not a cloud in sight. Strange. Well, it didn't matter how odd this morning was turning out. He had a button waiting for him to destroy it.

There was a heaviness in the air, increasing as he walked the path to Gold's cottage. He kept looking up, expecting to see ominous clouds. The sky visible through the canopy of trees was still clear, and the sun shone sending beams of warm light down in front of him.

The beauty of the day was at odds with the surrounding activity. Birds screamed as they flapped overhead, all flying in the same direction as if to escape an unseen predator. A lizard dashed across the trail, almost running up his leg in its rush through the underbrush. He even saw a kiwi bird. They were never out during the day.

The strangeness of the morning had worn Gaston's nerves, and he approached Gold's empty house with caution. His instincts told him not to go into the crawlspace. He wanted to turn around and go home. “Don't be a coward,” he told himself. Hearing his own confident voice helped him brush the fear aside as irrational.

He knelt down and peered under the porch. Nothing appeared amiss. The crawlspace was a tight fit, but he'd managed it before. Although the previous time the goings-on in the house distracted him.

Gaston crawled through the dirt, brushing cobwebs out of his way. He recognized the knothole where he'd listened to the sounds of sex above. There was no sign of the button in the dim light. He fumbled in his pockets and pulled out a box of matches.

The heat and stillness were oppressive, and he noted that the raucous screaming of the birds had stopped. Ignoring the tenseness in the back of his neck, he struck a match.

There it was! It glinted in the faint light just a bit ahead from where he lay. As he wriggled toward it, the ground seemed to… ripple. He lunged forward, grabbed the button, then froze. He didn't even feel the match flame burn the tips of his fingers. The rippling continued and intensified. An earthquake.

In his panic to get out from under the house, Gaston tried to sit up and turn around. He only succeeded in banging his head, hard, on the floor beam above him. Dots danced before his eyes and there was a ringing in his ears. He shook his head to clear it as the trembling strengthened.

Blood ran into his eyes, blurring his vision. He wiped at it, now registering the pain in his blistered fingers. Dust filtered down through the air as the building groaned and swayed.

He slithered back as fast as he could. The entire world shook and rumbled, and the timbers of the cottage splintered and cracked above him. The house collapsed as the ground heaved.

Gaston cried out at the intense pressure. It was like being squeezed in a giant's fist. His ribs snapped like twigs, puncturing his lungs and filling them with blood. He couldn't breathe. Organs ruptured, then he felt nothing as the structure crushed him. Only one booted foot stuck out from beneath the ruin of the cottage.

Under the rubble, his hand clenched the button he so wanted to be rid of, tying the reminder of Belle to him in death.

End Notes:  Inspired by Moonlight 91's comment: “not even the house collapsing on top of him is going to be a satisfying end.” Hopefully it was a little satisfying. And if you want to re-read Gaston's morning of eavesdropping in 'The Piano', it is in chapter 10.

[eldridgecandell]

The Drustvar Chronicles

Chapter 3 (Part 4)

(Continued from part 1 , 2, and 3)

Eld’s ears were ringing.  A loud whine worming through his head as he stared up in to the black night sky, for the first time noting that the stars were gone and there was no moon.  There was no light to guide them.

The hunter ached from that first explosion of silent lightning, having been so close it he now found himself much further away from the orange light of their meager campfire.  Eld thought he was groaning as he would find purchases among the grass and loose dirt, pulling himself slowly into a sitting position as he tried to get his bearing.  He couldn’t hear anything other than the dull ringing in his ears, lightning should have thunder but this explosion had no recourse only power.  Destructive, wild power as he sat for the a few breaths surveying the damage in dazed slow motion.

He could see Priss struggling up to her feet as he noted the blood dripping down her forehead to mingle with the dirt and mud of the campsite.  Her mouth was moving but he couldn’t hear her cries.  Deafened still from the explosion as he lazily let his head drift the opposite direction.  Passing by where they had once suped, a small crater smoked his pot missing in action along with most of his other camping gear.  Surprisingly nearby him he could see one of the iron tripods leg sticking up from the loose earth like a signpost in a storm nearby.  Steam would gently lift from the metal to drift into the air as a curious reminder to what had happened.  The bloody pair of legs were the more heinous and immediate reminder.

Bowing his head a moment he felt his stomach lurch from the spinning that was joining the whine that thankfully had begun to quiet.  He could see the highwayman from before slowly crawling to his feet, the leather clad man having luckily been armored and farther from the strike.  His hat was long since gone rolling away from him to reveal a military cropping of blond hair as he swayed on his knees before drifting his gaze over to Eld.  Their eyes would lock for a moment, a survivors glance given before they both drifted to the grass between them.  Sitting in the damp grass would be the shotgun.

It was like staring into a mirror as their eyes both saw the weapon and both looked back between them.  Slow motion had truly commandeered their entire lives in this moment as they began to scramble for the gun.  The bandit dropping down to all fours as he crawled ahead to the gun, Eld too pushing himself up to his feet as he stumbled along to close the distance.  Time was of the essence as they drunkenly dashed but their youthful assailant was faster and in better shape.  Leather clad hands would close about the stock before falling back onto his knees as he fumbled with the gun.   Finally raising the shotgun haphazardly to face Eld, he could find the older man within a few feet of him a iron tripod leg raised to strike before the barrel was leveled at his belly.

A shaky hand would reach to pull down his leather mask, finding it harder to breathe since the explosion before.  Blood dripped from his nose and lip from where he had landed in the dirt face first as he spit a globulet of it to the side.  The two men would eye each other with tense fury in their eyes, blood on their faces and no doubt cracked bones and strained muscles as they paused to face one another.

“Drop it, old man,” the younger thief spoke as he rested the butt of the gun against his hip a moment.  They were so close aiming wouldn’t be as much a concern as being fast enough to pull the trigger.

Eld could barely hear the boy talk, his voice coming out in a low ‘wah wah’ noise but he could guess from his eyes and the stance of his body he wanted him to comply.  Bloodshot blues would clash together with each knowing full well that no matter who stood down only one of them was walking away.   The hair on the back of Eld’s neck stood up as they squared off, his hand held tightly to the rod as the tension thickened by the second.

“I said, drop it!” the young bandit yelled now, impatient and ready to end the immediate threat before dealing with what was out there.  The gun dipped to point at the ground and Eld found his chance as he heft the rod and tossed it straight at the highwayman.  The bandit looking confused as the tripod leg sailed gently through the air to land beside his foot standing up, his free hand grasping it to catch it before it toppled.  Frustration plain on his face as he looked up to Eld who was backing up from him with slow steps.  And then his hair began to stand up straight.

Eld hoped the highwayman hadn’t time to think about what was happening, but the hunter saw it all and knew he felt it.  Grasping the rod tighter than he probably ever meant to, the smell of ozone filling the air while the earth began to tremble gently beneath him.  Panic and fear blazen in the youth’s eyes as the shotgun was dropped at the same time to try and free his melting gloved hand.  A deep breath, a flash, and an explosion.  Eld felt his world turn upside down again and his feet fly over his head as he tumbled backwards toward the wagon eventually landing with a yell as he slid across the grass.

Candell knew he was wheezing, even if he couldn’t hear it, and knew it was more than just the wind knocked out of him.  He was hurt, bad.  The ringing was back as he sat for a moment on his hands and knees trying to calm his body down enough to get up again and get to Priss.  But he was tired as he closed his eyes for a brief moment only to relive that terrifying last moment of that boy’s life.  Shuddering as he looked to the dirt and found the wheel of the wagon in front of him, reaching forward to gently press a hand to the wood and find something to ground him.  Just pick yourself up, idiot.  Come on.  But he was so tired.  Just so damn tired.  His hands slipped from the spoke he’d grasped so tightly too and began to guide him into the dirt.  Darkness clouding his vision as he began to despair that after all of this before, this was how he went out.  Bandits, lightning, and in a wagon.

A wet nose nudged him from the oncoming darkness, a strong whine as he felt a heavy form crawl under him and stop his decent.  Eld breathed in deeply the scent of fur and musk of the only bandit he wanted around, a warm smile coming to his face as he buried his face in the short fur of the muscular body.  A low rumbling growl vibrated beneath him as he smiled, he could hear his dog.

Bandit pushed against Eld and brought him up to his knees before looking up to his master with his steady, strong eyes.  Get up.  Get up, my friend.  We are not done. “We are not done,” Eld repeated as he grasped a hold of the dog and steadied himself as he felt the fog lift from his head and dull his aches.  The dog always found him.  His friend always found him.

“Mr. Candell!  Take my hands!  Call Bandit to us.  Now!”

Priscella’s sharp and panicked voice broke through again as Bandit nodded softly and began to shove Eld to his feet before dragging him along to their new partner.  The witch hunter flopping beside her in a heap his own dirt and singe matching her perfectly, Bandit turned away from them and slowly sat on haunches.  The hound waited and watched the tree line where the shimmer of silver and bells could be seen.

From deep within the shadows they watched, wide yellow eyes staring curiously and hungrily at the three survivors.  The dog stared back, never making a sound or a move.  The shadows steered away from the fading light of the destroyed campfire, each flame springing up once in awhile cast a brightness out cause them to fade back again with a moan.  The dog watched.

Eld stared hard into the dark, surprised to find that his cooking knife had been flung this far back to stick in the side of the wagon.  Weakly he tugged at it and brought it to bear in his hand as he tried to sit up solidly beside the detective.  His voice matched his brutalized body, as he wearily spoke not caring about his volume.  “I fear this may be as far as we get.  I did not imagine being mugged would end this way.”

The robbery and deteriorating situation felt like it lasted forever but no one had remembered one member of their party.  The last sounds of Ol’ Prissy were a clopping of hooves, a low moo and a heavy thump of flesh to earth.  Bandit never turned from the eyes even for a second as it sat still as stone to guard the hunters.  There was no feeding frenzy like the humans had been.  Just a moo and a thud.

The final bits of the fire were now slipping away the last bits burning weakly, the shadows now stepping into the clearing as the low light illuminated them barely.  A final flash as the lightning struck once more revealing once more the large number of shadows that had come for the inquisitors, twenty of the tall creatures littering the campsite a few gathering about the remains of the one and half bandit nearby.  Sloshing and gurgling sounds emanating from the beasts as they munched and tore at the destroyed bodies, slurping at the cooked and ruined forms of the men who had thought they had an easy score.

It was in these final moments that the fire went out and the eyes were the only light in the dark.  The hound raised his head and let out a roaring guttural howl, it’s vibrations breaking the still of the blackness before Bandit was one with the dark.

( @priscilla-adams @eldridgecandell )

[lunaloveheart18]

Luna moaned and mooed before flinching and looking in the direction of a cow who had kicked Moon away and was now running away on all 4's. The sudden noise is what made Luna flinch before she looked at where Eclipse usually was as she kept moaning and mooing.

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Mary blushed a deep red. "Y-Yes mommy" Mary spoke in a choked tone.

Why wouldn't you want to stay five nights?

A closed RP with @lunaloveheart18

Alex woke up slowly. '"why did I get a job that has me waking up at 5 am?" She asked herself yawning. '"at least I didn't have that dream again..." She commented as she gets ready.

[nascenthunger]

ಠ_ಠ x2 (the original)

“I bet she tastes delightful~”

“Are the moos her way of moaning? Mooning? Moo-oaning? Either way, I’d really like to hear them more often.”

[verashalurks]

I know this is like dying but I’ve waited so long to post this cuz I wanted to get as much as I can but since I haven’t seen another alternate m*leven ship name in forever, I’ve decided to post all the alternate m*leven ship names I’ve seen.

milkvan

macarena

mumble

miley cyrus

melvin 

milkshake

mitochondria 

Keke waka 

milkdud

Misaligned Fallopian Tubes

machine gun

milkcurd

mildew

milkman

moonshine

menstruation

midleven 

Macroeconomice

microwave

Macadamia nut

monkeyvenom

masturbation

mythology

Minotaur

malware

malnutrition

Minecraft mobs

moon landing conspiracy

margerine

murmers

milkyway 

mcchicken

monsoon

melted marshmallows

mango

maroon 5

Of Mice and Men

Madagascar

Marty McFly

melville

Milk of Magnesia 

Milkwaukee

Milkchocchip

M-1 Rifles

Meerkats

Mlvn

M&Ms

McDonalds

McVans

Milehighclubs

Mitskivans

Mychemicalromance

Monsterhighs

Millennials

Malnourished Skin

Mona Lisa

Mushroom Raviolis

MK-16

Mascara

Monoclonal Antibodies

Mamma mia

Mealworm

messenger

mentoses

milkweed

microbe

mimetite 

morsels

mozzarella sticks

milkchicken

minestrone

macaroni

Methamphetamine

Markiplier

milkbag 

machine gun kelly

zoo wee mamas

Milevensies

molotov

mismatches

mandalorian

mildred

magdalena bay

milulu

Milkmaids

minimum wages

mailman

malt vinegars

moshimonsters

mids

mocha monsters

Marley and Me

Mitosis

three musketeers

milkshit

Miranda Sings

motorola

mobility exercises

Malnourished Foreskin

miscellaneous

McNuggets

microfungus

minnie mouse

millipede

milkmonsters

monkey ooh ooh ah ah

martians

milquetoast

Manicure

milkbone 

Meryl Streep

macadamias

Maple Syrup

mildew

multivitamins

mascarpone

mikeisdefinitelyisdefinitelyahetrosexual

magnesium

magician

mickey mouse clubhouse

Macaulay Culkin

Molotov Cocktail

meatball choppers

milky cereal cup

monkey see monkey do’s

meth lab

millyrocks

Milklovers

midvans

mac and cheese

mindflayer

Marvin martians

malteesers

minivan

MilkTit

milk and cookies

milklords

Tickle Me Elmos

minnions

mad mothers

mariposa

Milkbag

mitskivan 

Mucinex

mixed signals

Milkytitty

mighty morphin power rangers

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Milkvillains

Mosquito bites

Mug cakes

Moldy milks

micropenis

maggots

Machupichu

mephistopheles

malted milk

musculoskeletal

Mcdonald's happy meals

moose mooses

macaroni n cheese

maternity leave

moustache mountain

mocha cake a la goldilocks

Mcstuffins

Mcmuffin

Nickleback

MonkeyBall

mistletoes

moo moo

microphone

master of puppets

middleman

Monster of Men

Melted Cream Cheese

milkythooth's

meltdowns

mosh pits

Mikinam 

Megatron Titty

MontyPhyton

malaria

michigans

malibubarbie

Mockingbird

Machine Gunner

Milkbone

Milftits

Mcflurry

mangos

metric system

milkydudes

milk cartons

milklevel

Milan champions league

mcladdles

mustard

malfunctioning minotaurs

moaning myrtle

meep city

mount vesuvius

millyrocker

mango salsa 

milkspill

Mitochondrial Disease

m'leven

michigan

Machine Gunner

Maybelline

Mascot

Moldy Mozzarellas

malt powder

machine gun kelly

Manila papers

Merlin’s Beard

mackerel

Moldymilk

mariachi

mein kampf

melevenene

Miku

mediocre meat loaf

Mambo Jambos

Microscope 

my little pony

Menstrual cup

Mothman 

Megamind

Msg

Marvins 

Mesopotamias

Meralco

misanthropic villains

Mishawaka

Moldy bread

Marsupials

Marvin

Melon rinds

Moondance

Moldy macaroni

Magical miscarriages

Mauled maggots

Machine gunners

Moscova

Mondays

Momento Morí

mitochondrion

Megatron

Misused toilet

meeting micky mouse

melatonin deficiency

Minions

Milkovitch

Manly-man

McLovin It

Mexico

milkytruck

molars

Married Salamanders

mister mustard

Mario Kart

Mouse rat

marshal mathers

militia

milebin

Mewtoo

Margaritas

Mick Jagger

Elr 

Milkwaffers

Milkweven

Mud Stain

Mileperson

milerescent

Milanese

Manatee Turd

Magistrate

Mario run

Mint-chip icecream

Milkwaffers

Microsoft

miléveune

Mesothelioma

Moomoos

matchstick

malteser

morallysus

Macronutrient 

Miel

Milanese

milkies

Microsoft11

mineral water

multiplier

Mario Kart Wii

mild salsa

Minnesota

motorcycle

Minecart

Maltodextrin

muffin mans

Midlife crisis

Mortadella

Matcha

Microdickvan

Mac & cheese

Middle aged vans

Super Mario 64

Metamorphosis

Malcom in the middle

Magic Mike

711

Marijuana

mozzarella

Microbial virus

MySpace

Materasso Eminflex

microsoft software protection platform

Micheal Jackson

Mistyped

Miscarriage

Magnetic dipole

Marble Countertop

Michelin star

Milkkawaii

Mathematics

Microgodzilla

Milkchunk

milktruck

malooban

Masachussets Institute of Technology

Mango Juice

Mary had a little lamb

Menthols

Mark of Athenas

mendocino

milwankas

[lunaloveheart18]

Luna kept moaning and mooing as she loved the roughness. She couldn't really focus on anything other than Eclipse, Sun, Moon, and the pleasure.

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Mary didn't stop moaning.

Why wouldn't you want to stay five nights?

A closed RP with @lunaloveheart18

Alex woke up slowly. '"why did I get a job that has me waking up at 5 am?" She asked herself yawning. '"at least I didn't have that dream again..." She commented as she gets ready.

[lunaloveheart18]

Luna was slightly scared as she didn't remember where she was, who she was, or what happened in the past as she hugged one one of her arms and closed her eyes in fear of what was happening around them as she shook a bit. She was acting like a calf (or a baby cow) that had big boobs and a huge cock. "M-Moo...!"

Sun and Moon might be able to find Luna if they tune out everything they were hearing except for Luna's voice and possibly Eclipse's voice.

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Vanny tried to pull away before flinching as she slammed the dildo into Vanny's pussy, making her moan loudly like a slut and tear up.

Why wouldn't you want to stay five nights?

A closed RP with @lunaloveheart18

Alex woke up slowly. '"why did I get a job that has me waking up at 5 am?" She asked herself yawning. '"at least I didn't have that dream again..." She commented as she gets ready.