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Rue Bennett
#euphoria#rue bennett#zendaya#sam levinson#mouse euphoria#fezco#ashtray euphoria#tyler chase#euphoria hbo#hbo#euphoria season one#euphoria series#cinemetography#fexi#euphoria aesthetic
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if i was a ratmouse i would live in somebodys house and they would try to kill me and fail because i am to smart and small and they would fall in love with me
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I saw that anon’s ask of his girl mickey dream and it made me wonder, would the toon meta au be affected if Mickey was female and if it does, how would the universe change ( will she be treated different or something like that ) or will nothing changes at all. ( it’s a question nobody asked for but it’s a fun what if. )
Hmmmmmm
Considering how sexist the 30’s were, I don’t think female Mickey would’ve existed anyway. I mean yeah, I know there’s Betty Boop but she’s pretty much the only example of a female lead toon I can think of and well…..she didn’t make it very far either if we’re being honest :(
But let’s say she’s a girl anyways; it would definitely affect things in the toon meta, and not necessarily just because of historically accurate sexism. I’ve not had the chance to go deeply into it, but I think Minnie’s deepest fear would be to be discarded after not accomplishing anything because: who cares about the love interests? Unlike the lead toons, they can be replaced and people probably won’t care. That definitely put a strain in her relationship with Mickey at first; they were sweethearts on the silver screen since the beginning, but not for real until years later and that was a reason why. Plane Crazy was a rough start for the two of them, to say the least.
And Mickey? He loves her, and he proves that later on, but he can’t understand her fear - at least not completely - and he never will; same way she can’t understand his fear of failure as a protagonist - because they’ve got different roles. But with fem!Mickey….I think she would understand that fear a lot better, and it would probably save them a lot of misunderstandings along the way.
I’m…sometimes not the best at articulating my ramblings so sorry if I didn’t explain myself very well
#mickey mouse#minnie mouse#asks#anonymous#text#forbidden toon lore#also I was too distracted in the euphoria of mickmin sapphics to really think about this one lol#anyways. nonbinary Mickey truthers rise up
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rewatching the second season of Euphoria & i realized...
why would the cops give a fuck about mouse and who killed him? why would they care about cal’s weird past & videos? cops don’t ever care about shit
#Euphoria#cal jacobs#nate jacobs#euphoria mouse#fez co#fezco#ashtray#ashtray euphoria#euphoria hbo#euphoria season 2
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it's (almost) midnight thoughts time with arieeeesss. and i'm just thinking about how so many people like to incorrectly interpret john as being intentionally evil when i believe his intentions were very truly pure. yes, those intentions got warped by others (the angel and beverly, to be exact), but he wanted nothing more than a second chance — not only for himself and for millie, but for the entire island. he brought the angel to the island with the intent to save everyone, as he had been saved; he had no idea what he would turn into in the weeks to come. and when that did happen, he was desperate to make it make sense in his mind, in his faith; if it's a blessing from god, then it's a small price to pay for eternal youth and another chance at life. he did not bring the angel to crockett with intentions of being a cult leader, or with the idea that he was the second coming of jesus christ, or any of that. he brought the angel to the island to save his community — the people who'd been the closest thing to a family that he'd had in all of his years of priesthood.
#the first episode? how fucking Happy he is to see everyone after that first mass?#part of it i'm sure is due to the euphoria of being in a young body again but#man.#he loves his home#and the idea that he's evil and he set the angel loose on everyone and wanted people to be like him is so...#strange to me#he is So gentle#even when he killed joe he did it via a HUG#like let's be real here.#hes not your sexy little cult leader the most violence hes ever enacted was a mercy killing of a mouse#OUT.
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i keep getting into wildly different kinds of arts and crafts and abandoning it after i learn the basics. Someone needs to stop me before i waste money on a sewing machine and try to make a mouse fursuit cos i am looking into it and i am tempted
#its one partial fursuit micheal what could it cost to make $10?#god but imagine the mouse euphoria if i did make the suit though
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#i will never experience true gender euphoria until i have one of those super bassy deep voices#<- currently a soprano#i just#they make me want to melt#i want to be a burly lumberjack with a low gravely voice#instead im like fuckin minnie mouse over here#we're talking johnny cash at LEAST
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“Just the tip.” with Loser!König. (🌽 link)
König claims you're being cruel when you refuse to let him take you however he wants. But, you're not oblivious. You know that if you were to give König the opportunity and freedom to treat you however he pleases, he'd brutalise your cunt.
König's silver eyes flicker from yours to your slick, glistening pussy. He runs his calloused fingertips back and forth over your wet heat, spreading your folds to admire every inch of your skin. He takes in a deep, sharp breath at the sight ahead of him, the scent of your arousal, and the way your aroused hole drools and leaks with euphoria. The tip of König's large cock oozes out thick and pearly creaminess, while your sweet cunt drips with pleasure and lust. König begins to rock his broad hips and push his boner against your tight hole, grinding his length back and forth while taking in your scent. His speech is slurred and incoherent, becoming drunk off of the sensation of your pulsing pussy against his shaft.
“Godverdammt, Maus. Bitte, lass mich dich komplett haben..” (Damn it, mouse. Please, let me have you all..”
König grumbles out as he rolls his bulbous length back and forth against your sensitive clit, stimulating you to hear those loud, pleased moans and cries for more. He rolls his eyes to the back of his head and continues to buck his sturdy hips into you, groaning out deliriously as he fantasies about folding you in half and fucking you ruthlessly and relentlessly. You can feel each vein rub against your folds, coating you in his thick creaminess that drips from the head of his cock. He smears his white arousal along your pussy and digs his teeth into your skin, his large hand forcefully spreading your thighs as he quickens his pace.
He humps you, like a mutt in heat. His meaty cock swells with arousal before he begins to lose himself. Each stroke and thrust sends him closer to the edge, before he's uncontrollably coming all over your slick cunt, creating a sticky mess between your thighs that he'll clean up later, using his mouth.
#orla speaks#konig call of duty#cod konig#konig cod#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig x reader#könig mw2#könig x you#konig mw2#konig modern warfare#konig headcanons#konig smut#konig x reader#konig x female reader#konig x reader smut#yandere konig#konig#könig#cod x reader#cod x reader smut
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Locking my credit card up for the next month or so, today has been one Purchase after another--
#dizzyisms#FINALLY ordered a new mouse bc I'm going insane trying to scroll w trackpad#...then I went n splurged a lil on DR stuff#IT'S FINE I CAN SAY IT'S STILL ''USEFUL''#just a tshirt and a lanyard for my keys!#but THEN#literally a fucking MINUTE after I paid for them#I GET AN EMAIL FROM FANGAMER TELLING ME THE JEVIL PLUSH IS BACK IN STOCK#SO I WENT AND GOT *THAT*#n emailed to ask em to see if they can combine both orders to reduce shipping bc Same Day Purchase n all#except. I was so caught up in the euphoria of Clown that I completely forgot to include the order numbers--#so IG IM WAITING 4-5 BUSINESS DAYS TO GIVE THE ACTUAL INFO#apologies I'm in an anxious Vibrate-y mood n feel like Rambling abt Nothing in Particular#I should go work on French or my English paper some more but I literally Cannot sit still rn
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SOMETHING DEVOURED !!! JENSON B. X FEM!READER (18+)
summary: oh it’s just— you know… jenson was a starved man after their date.
content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), did not proofread this, made this thirty minutes ago, use of explicit language, pwp, pussy drunk!jenson (!!!), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting + overstimulation, little praise kink, terms of endearment, blurb
note: y’all wrong asf for pushing me back into the jenson button rabbit hole 😭 now i’m here (s)creaming. enjoy xx
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to some, stripping the other person off while you remain dressed was considered unfair.
it was a good thing that jenson button wasn’t just “some” person. in fact, he couldn’t care enough whether he was dressed or if his shirt’s buttons were half done.
he couldn’t find himself to care about the state of his greying blonde hair. he couldn’t care less about the liquid that trickled down his stubbles.
not when he was on his stomach, lapping up on her throbbing cunt as he moaned incoherently. her hand grabbing onto the back of his head as if she was trying to pull away. he wasn’t about to have that.
she looked so good on their date, he could admit. but after she played footsies with him while she whispered the filthiest words in his ear about not wearing any knickers under her dress, he couldn’t stop himself from paying the check and pulling her out of the restaurant.
he just had to have her. he wanted to devour her. he wanted to taste her after they both played cat and mouse for months.
she merely welcomed his lust with open arms— or well, with open legs.
now here she was, crying with tears falling as she babbled about feeling too much.
too much orgasms had passed by and he still wouldn’t stop lapping up at her clit and tongue fucking her entrance. she felt overstimulated— all from his mouth.
“god you taste so good, darling,” he murmured as he continued eating her out, his cock stiff in his pants as his hips rutted against the mattress.
“jenson, ‘m gonna—“ she sobbed. “fuck~ ‘s too much!”
he hummed around her clit, vibration sending her mind to spiral as he praised her, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, baby. stay still.”
“m— hm, ah,” she cried out, her legs shaking and wanting to close around jenson’s head. yet she persisted, not wanting to suffocate the man as her heels dug against the mattress. “fuck! jenson, i’m cumming again—“
“yeah? you’re cumming again, baby?” he growled against her mound, his fingers sliding up and down against the lips of her cunt before he began fucking her with them.
he curled his fingers and massaged the sensitive spot inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit as he continued to massage it with his tongue.
“so good, so good,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she whined loudly. “jenson, ‘m cumming! fuck! hah~ fuck~”
“let go for me, baby,” the sounds of squelching filled the room as he began to finger fuck her faster, his head pulling away from her cunt as his eyes brightened at the sight of liquid shooting out of her. she just squirted again. for the third time.
he let out a deep chuckle as she eased off her orgasm, her body calming down as he finally pulled his fingers out of her.
liquid dripped down his fingers as he sucked them dry, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his lust blown pupils peered down at her.
he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers as she moaned quietly. “d’ya taste yourself, sweetheart?” he smiled, “so good, no?”
“mhm,” she murmured. “so good.” she wasn’t referring to herself, but rather the euphoria that she felt from being devoured for three hours straight.
“don’t worry sweetheart,” he chuckled again before his hand slid down to unbuckle his pants, “gonna make sure you’re gonna cum in my cock too. i’m pretty sure you can handle it, my darling.”
#jenson button smut#jenson button x reader#jenson button imagine#jenson button one shot#jb22#jenson button fic#jenson button#formula 1#formula 1 smau#formula one imagine#f1 fanfic#formula 1 smut#formula one smut#formula one x reader#formula one fanfiction#f1 smut#f1 imagine#♔ something sinful ⎯ f1 smut
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summary: Childe grows tired of your avoidance towards him and decides to teach you a lesson ;)
warnings: mature themes, MINORS DNI
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You had been avoiding Childe like an illness all week and oh was he fucking pissed about it.
But finally, by the grace of the gods themselves it seemed, you agreed to come over.
Maybe you were nervous to see Childe, whatever it was he had grown tired of the cat and mouse game.
He wanted you now, wanted you so fucking bad he could practically taste your cunny on his tounge.
And there you were in his home, finally.
Fuck.
He knew it was wrong, knew it was so wrong but did he care? No. No he fucking didn’t.
That’s why he had you pressed into his mattress, ass up while he mercilessly plunging his thick length into your greedy cunt.
One hand had a firm grip on your hair, shoving your face into his pillows harshly.
The other was tugging and playing with your puffy clit, already sore and aching from his brutal treatment.
Your lungs were screaming for air, the pillow blocking your mouth, muffled moans and crys danced to his ears and he grunted in satisfaction.
“You fucking bitch..hah..thinkin you can play around with me? Huh?” He sneered, his tip bullying itself against your cervix.
Your vision was getting spotty, no matter how loud you tried to scream it wasn’t loud enough.
Suddenly he pulled your body flush against his chest, you gasped and nearly chocked on the sudden rush of oxygen that filled your lungs.
Tears were already rushing down your cheeks, a sob wrenched out of your mouth and you swore you felt him get harder inside of you.
“Please s-stop.” You whimpered, a hoarse cry leaving your lips and he slapped your clit.
You flinched, trying to curl in on yourself but Childe had moved his hand to the base of your throat and squeezed warningly.
He shushed you with a gentle tone but picked up his pace, balls slapping your sweat soaked skin and his hold on your neck tightening ever so slightly.
“Please.” You tried again, sobbing uncontrollably as your insides felt like they were on fire, your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts.
“You brought this on yourself y/n. I’m a patient man but you’ve played one to many games with me.” He growled lowly in your ear.
Your body began to feel tingly, your skin crawling with the building euphoria that pooled in your lower tummy.
You were so close and Childe knew it.
Your insides began to hug around his length tightly, each of your slippery rings holding his cock hostage inside of you made his balls swell with an undeniable urge to cum.
“M’sorry.” You managed to mewl out, drool began pooling outside of your mouth but the blissful pleasure hitting your body sweetly made you care less.
Childe rumbled a low chuckle through his chest which vibrated against your back deliciously, it felt as though every nerve through out your body was burning for release.
“So close..” You managed to whisper as Childes pace grew slower, and slower.
“Oh really?” He cooed in a teasing tone, his teeth grazing along your shoulder before placing a small kiss on the crook of your neck.
You nod pleadingly while your cunt began to throb in an almost painful manner, silently screaming at you for its release.
“You hurt my feelings y/n, I’ve missed you this whole week and you continued to avoid me. You wound me you know, why would you hide from me?” He murmured while running his hands over your breasts, nipples hard as rocks under his warm fingers.
A shiver ran through your body as you felt his cock rub along your swollen bundle of nerves.
Your mind was clouded with lust and a fiery need for Childes length plunging back into your dripping cunny.
“I w-was busy with training, and I’ve just been so tired. I didn’t want to disappoint you.” You whimpered back softly.
Childe was silent for a moment, his lips pressed gently to your neck before trailing over your shoulders.
“You could never disappoint me.” He murmured while his warm hands glided down to your waist.
His lips continued to pepper your skin softly before his cock abruptly slammed its way inside of you.
A fiery pain coursed through your vains, making you cry out in such a sweet manner it nearly made Childe cum.
“Although you could never disappoint me y/n, I do enjoy thoroughly punishing you.” He growled lowly as he began to rut himself deep in the warm embrace of your cunny.
“Baby- Please- h-ho fuck.” You whined out, the knot in your tummy burned deliciously as Childe continued to grip your hips tightly, his eyes glued to the lewd expressions your face made.
“Touch yourself for me.” He cooed lowly, leaning his head down so he could be even closer to you. His pace had grown sloppy and you knew he was ready to burst.
Your hand shyly traveled between your legs to the sweet bundle of nerves that practically begged to be touched, rubbing your clit in gentle circles your breath quickened.
“Look at me when you cum y/n.” He groaned while sweat began beading along his ginger hairline, the sight was enough for you to arch up into him and release around his length.
“Oh gods.” You breathed as pure euphoria ripped through your body, your face was enough to send Childe over the edge, who promptly dumped his seed deep inside of you.
All was quiet for a moment except the both of your laboured breaths filling the room, your body tingled sweetly as you turned your head to look at your lover.
Childe smirked at you for a moment before reaching his hand over your waist to pull you flush against his own body “We’re not done yet y/n.” He purred lowly, hand already reaching for your overstimulated cunny.
“Your punishments just getting started~”
#genshin x you#genshin fanfic#genshin smut#genshin imagines#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin childe#genshin tartagalia#tartaglia#childe tartagalia#tartagalia genshin impact#tartagalia x reader#tartagalia smut#childe#childe x reader#childe smut
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AH IM SO SORRY. TY FOR LETTING ME KNOW THO, IM THE ONE THAT ASKED FOR THE TFP MEG X CYBERTRONIAN😭🙏
BUT YES IM FINE WITH OMEGAVERSE HUMAN HEAT CYCLE OR WTV ITS CALLED. TY🥹💕💕💕
No prob fam, I had fun making this because holy fuck I haven't been able to write anything wholesome with TFP Megatron in a long time.
You are a precious thing, gazing up at him with naive trust. What started off as a temporary experiment has turned into a unique pet project. Useless to the Decepticon cause, yet irreplaceable to him. You quietly sit in his lap during meetings, arching your back to meet the digit petting your helm as his commanders avert their optics from your tiny frame. The presence of his beloved pet on the Nemesis is disquieting to his troops, and he delights in their discomfort, savoring the jitters of their EM fields whenever they catch sight of you. Recently however, the soft pulse of unease has turned into a low but intrusive buzzing. The sweet smell of your arousal is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. In two meager cycles you've become a quivering mess, loins begging for friction. There's no denying it, you've reached your reproductive cycle. When he brushes a digit over your cheek, you're burning with desire, sheepishly avoiding his gaze as you struggle to contain your eagerness and avoid rubbing up against his servo.
Is this why the Autobots are fond of humanity? To indulge their sweet heat cycles? How many human mates has Optimus taken for himself? It seems as though their motives to protect the natives were never altruistic, much less noble.
When he strokes the wetness between your legs, you buck into him, euphoria carved into your soft features. He entertains your instincts, holds you down and frags you with a digit until you overload. The sounds you make are to offline for. He decides at that very moment you are worth the energon he's about to waste.
Mass displacement has seen its uses during the war, but the drawbacks among a shortening supply of energon has rendered it volatile and thoughtlessly wasteful. Yet, under these circumstances it proves more than necessary.
You are no Cybertronian, but the softness of your flesh renders your differences obsolete. The transfluid welcoming his spike sends a wave of charge down his spinal struts. You grip his servo, desperate for more than you can take.
“Eager for my spike, pet?” he purrs as he nuzzles your neck.
Your scent is endurable for his species, but he cannot deny its intoxicating properties. How many other humans have you mated with? He cannot imagine anyone resisting the sweetness of your loins. Your entrance struggles to take a spike of his size, and yet it swallows him with an eagerness he cannot bear to lose. It makes his spark radiate with pride.
The adoration in your optics sends a new jolt of charge to his member. You cup his face in your servos and kiss him harshly, scrambling to satisfy your all-consuming hunger, his sharp denta dangerously close to your lips.
He frags you slow and steady, savoring the noises you make as you desperately cling onto his frame, digits finding seams in his plating and burying themselves in the soft mesh of his protoform. A hiss loosens from his vocalizer, optics narrowing as the charge breaches his limits It takes all the entirety of his self-control to stop himself from destroying your poor human interface. Still, he frags you like never before, hard and fast, slamming his hips into you with enough force to bruise. You cry out, hardly an innocent party, clenching around him until your little body is full of his transfluid. When he pulls back, you’re shaking under him like a glitch mouse caught between a cybercat’s paws. It’s enough to pull the scarred corners of his lips into a smile. He reaches out a servo to languidly stroke your cheek, and he allows you to grab hold of it and place a tender kiss to his palm. His spike twitches inside of you, transfluid pooling between your legs. And yet, you haven’t stopped bucking against him. A squeak escapes your voice box when he wrenches you against him and buries himself up to the hilt. Evidently, one round isn’t enough for your kind; humans are no better than beasts in heat. But if you want to be bred, who is he to refuse? You grip onto him as though the Nemesis is about to crash.
On a purely biological level, you are completely incompatible. And yet, it doesn’t stop him from craving something more. A hypothetical seed he yearns to plant inside of your frame, one you will carry graciously, for you have lent him your very being.
Overload after overload, he has left you a shivering mess, servos balled up into fists as you fruitlessly attempt to steady your tremors. He smiles against your neck, servo forcefully keeping your thighs spread while his digits scoop up stray transfluid and stuff it back into your insatiable body.
#transformers x reader#transformers x human#transformers prime#megatron x reader#tfp megatron#valveplug#human heat cycles#omegaverse???
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rambling about a dom ftm low-honor arthur with a sub top reader.
gn amab top reader. pretty much just a bunch of unprotected sex so some talk of pregnancy and a little bit of public sex. mostly proofread. also this IS supposed to be consensual, even if it's not blatantly stated.
just thinking about low honor arthur who, after a quick cat and mouse game, has your wrists tied to the headboard of a hotel room you’d been staying the night in. he still has his hat on his head as he rides your cock, rolling his hips with a crude grace befitting of him. his walls squeeze around you with the periodic drop of his hips, and even though you’re tied up (and well. this is arthur’s doing after all) he’s still got a hand pressed against your chest to keep you held down.
his groans can only barely cover up the wet squelching sounds coming from his cunt as he humps your cock. you’ve already cum once—or maybe twice now, you’re not really sure—but a wave of euphoria washes over you anyway as the coil in your stomach snaps, his pussy having successfully milked another one from you in what felt like no time at all.
for a moment arthur keeps rutting on your cock, until finally the ache subsides and he’s pulsating around you, his rough motions slowly coming to a stop. while you manage to keep your eyes open you can see arthur setting his hat down onto the table beside the bed, his hips raising off your aching cock. foolishly you think he’s giving you a break, but you know better. this is arthur; he wants to be filled to the absolute brim. as expected, he sits on your dick again, evoking a long, breathy groan as his head falls back.
“jus’ sit tight and let me use this cock o’ yours, all right?” he reminds you gruffly at the sight of your twitching arms, his hand residing on your chest keeps its hold as if you’ll break out of the restraints. not that you’re trying to, and he knows that, but the feeling of holding you down is evidently making him as wet as it is making you hard.
he leans over you, his hands now gripping the headboard that shakes against the elegantly-plastered walls. you weakly buck your hips in an attempt to meet his determined bouncing but it’s futile when he squeezes around you. your mind goes blank, and now arthur’s lips are at your ear as he groans, muttering a nonsensical mix of praise and whatever else. he’s so slick that you slip out of him for a moment before he takes you again, humping your cock until once more you cum inside of him with what little you can and he immediately follows before stopping and leaning back.
his chest is glistening with sweat as it rises and falls with his now evened breathing. he groans as he falls forward again, this time resting his body against yours, his lips back to your ear to kiss beneath it. he unties your hands with a dirty smile before he closes his eyes. you follow suite in slumber, only occasionally waking up to the feeling of arthur’s hips moving in his sleep, and the thought of arthur riding your aching cock again in the morning has your head fuzzy and your dick twitching with an exhausted but enticed delight.
thinking about how if you were fucking him without a condom he would lock his legs around your waist when you’d try pulling out and make you cum inside of him, just for the hell of it. afterwards he’d give you a faux scolding, talking about how irresponsible you ought to be to do something like that, only to flip the both of you over and ride you ‘till you cum inside of him again and again until he’s really had his fill.
i also like to imagine the confidence that low-honor arthur has; if he wanted you, kissing up your neck and pulling you flush against him works well enough, but sometimes he likes to lay flat on his back, stripped naked with his legs spread, giving his pussy a good slap before taunting you with some sort of challenge. if he’s up for it, he might rub his clit, making you watch as pumps his fingers into his cunt. if he cums, he’ll spread himself open to entice you with the sight of his gushing cum. most of the time he’ll let you have your way, fucking into him at whatever pace you desire so long as your cum ends up in the same place, nestled deep inside him.
you’d fuck arthur while he’s bended over where after you’re done, you’ll pull out and watch as he spreads his legs, pulling at the folds of his pussy to show your cum oozing out of him like honey. he might even sit on your face and have you lick him clean too.
now arthur wouldn’t actually want to get pregnant.. however that doesn’t stop him from wanting to get fucked like he does. he’ll loll his head back and let you fuck him like you're trying to breed him, splitting his pussy open on your cock and filling him up to where his legs feel like they’re permanently spread apart to give you room to slot yourself back into him. arthur will lay back and listen to the sound of your cock pounding into his wet cunt and only when your old cum is forced to seep out of him in favor of a new batch will he close his legs, making sure his belly is kept full with just you.
(and god knows if he let it happen he wouldn’t be caught dead without a big belly, always walking around camp barefoot having to stick to just doing chores. he’d be popping out kids left and right without a care in the world. abigail would faint if she saw arthur’s belly growing again months after already just having one kid. thinking about it, abigail or dutch would probably have to give you and arthur a different version of The Talk if he doesn’t wave it off or else he might really find himself bedridden with child more times than he can count)
arthur doesn’t need to be pregnant to have the whole camp know what you’re up to when you go out at night. you’ll return the next morning with bags under your eyes alongside an arthur with a little pep in his step. although you’ll be lucky if he’s considerate enough to actually leave camp; he may even offer an innocent night bath at some lake where he’ll strip his clothes directly in your line of sight, sauntering into the water with a not very innocent smirk on his face to pair. you might actually get a bath in, but it probably won’t do you any good when he just lays you on your back on the grass and rides you anyway.
as much as he loves being on top of you, arthur also likes being flat on his stomach. he’ll moan and groan more than usual, especially if you’re at camp he’ll be egging you on to take him harder and will reach back to grab your legs and fuck himself on your dick if you slow down or try to pull out. he likes having you press him against the dirt or grass so that afterwards he can really see the mess you made painted on his body (as well as use it as an excuse to bathe together).
he’ll talk a lot during sex too, but it’s mostly just muttering about your dick or calling you names. he’ll call you a whore as he bounces on your cock while leading your head to his chest to suck on his nipples. arthur would also leave marks on your body where everyone can see and will revel in the comments unsuspecting people will make that want to know who left them. (john will roll his eyes because dear god does he know who left them.)
of course i have to add how much arthur would love clothed sex. he likes it fast and dirty, and the time it takes to undress is simply one minute too long for him. he’ll ride you through your jeans if he has to, he’ll hump and grind against your cock until the front of your clothes are soaked.
among things like a game of chase i think a form of foreplay for arthur would be something like poker. especially if you’re bad at it, he’ll play any type of game with you if he knows he’ll win so he can have his way with you. if you want he’ll even hunt you down like a wolf, stalking you in the woods until you’re so eager you can hardly stand it, and then he’ll strike; knocking you down so fast you won’t even know what hit you until your belt is unbuckled and arthur’s on your dick looking down at you like he just caught his prey.
one of arthur’s favorite things is having you eat him out, he’ll keep his legs around your head to make sure your mouth stays on him. he wants everything you’ll give him, your tongue diving into him stretching him out. he wants to feel you suck and spit on his clit, your teeth nibbling on him and pulling his lips apart to dip your fingers into his cunt. if his legs aren’t shaking by the end of it he’ll make you do it all again till your jaw is aching and your face is covered in his slick.
last thing i think arthur would actually like getting caught having sex. he likes the thrill of fucking at camp where someone like micah or john can hear, but even more so would love getting caught and walked in on. even if he's wanted, he'll ride you in a hotel room with the door cracked open, moaning just a bit louder than he usually would. arthur will have you bend him over somewhere in the woods, and isn't afraid to make direct eye contact with any passer by who sees. he'll shoot anyone who's truly a threat of course, but if he were to hear or see someone touching themself as they watch you, he'll cum on the spot with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
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Fuck (Around) and Find Out
Colin Zabel x quiet!f!reader
Warnings! Heavy smut, porn w no plot, fingering, reader struggles to moan stuff, not proofread, another quick drabble
Hopefully will be posting a full fic/ request soon. School’s been beating my ass again. Wrote this bc justice for girlies who are quiet during sex, u deserve love too. Not everyone moans like a pornstar😔
Colin was used to your silence, silent squeaks of pleasure and fish mouthed moans being basically the only pleasurable sound coming from your mouth whenever you had sex. You couldn’t help it, you both knew. But he still found it satisfying because it was you, and also from the cute look on your scrunching and contorting face as you squeak like a mouse at the stimulation. His fingers worked delicate circles around your clit, causing your thighs to shiver.
You hold your empty hands onto his thighs, clinging to them gently as your back rests flush against him as he sits against the back cushions of the couch, your body melted into him and hips raised forward as he uses a hand to spread your thighs apart, massaging your soaked slit with his thick fingers.
You gaze up at him and his eyes glance away from their focused gaze on your cunt and to the puppy-eye stare you give him, causing his heart to squeeze at the sight of your flushed and blissed-out face. He slowly builds up to work deeper, pushing a finger into your soaked pussy and curling it, massaging slowly and warming you up before sinking in another.
You feel that familiar coil bubble, your eyes glancing back down at his large, rough hands as they work on you. Invisible squeaky moans and shuddering sighs getting stuck in your throat.
Colin tries something more experimental that he hadn’t done before, wanting desperately to test you to your limit, he did some research in secret to really blow your mind. Wanting to find the best ways to understand your body and how to give you more pleasure. He curled both fingers into a strange and unfamiliar spot that instantly had your thighs trying to snap closed. But his hand on your inner thigh kept them firmly apart. You felt familiar thicker moans get caught in your throat, your mouth gaped like a fish like usual, drool spilling past your lips.
To your surprise, his thumb reached over and quickly began teasing your clit while brutally massaging that spongey spot, lewd squelches sounding from your drooling cunt as he pumped you silly with his thick fingers. Your thighs shuddered and a new sensation came over you, squeezing ghostly crescent shapes through his suit-clad legs from your nails into his thighs as you held them tighter, your head pressing back into his chest as your vision blurred. Sparks beginning to fly behind your eyes.
A new sound escapes your throat that stops you both in your tracks. A loud, sweet and erotic whine finally pushes past your lips and realization hits you of the noise when Colin falters and stares at you absolutely mesmerized and shocked, his expression quickly shifting into something more sly.
“I’m guessing it felt good?” He teased, flashing a goofy, charming smile.
You swallow dryly and nod and he quickly picks back up, fingering blasting you like no tomorrow until your whole body is quivering. Silent moans still get choked in your throat, but an occasional whisper of a whimper would break through before a final white hot wave would explode through you and s familiar hot liquid would squirt over Colin’s hand and paint both of your laps.
“You did so good, sweetheart.” Colin says endearingly, placing a tender kiss in your forehead as you go limp in his arms. Post-orgasm euphoria making your mind go numb.
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Any tips on trying to recognise if I'm therian or not? I don't fully understand, but I know I get a LOT of gender euphoria when I look at art of mousey me and get treated like a mouse and squeak and stuff
being therian isnt medically recognized as far as i know, at least not yet. you really just need to see if you vibe with the theater of your gender being an animal. maybe one day there will be therian truscum but there's nothing to be truscum about right now.
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Plaything
Raphael x f!Tav/Reader x Haarlep
⋆˙⟡♡ 18+
⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You are their plaything, their vessel of pleasure. In this boudoir of sin, boundaries blur, and Raphael’s greatest desires become reality.
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Fingering | Stuffed | Nipple Sucking
You found yourself lying on the luxurious bed in the boudoir. The air thick as they lower themselves to your chest. Haarlep's teeth sink into your right nipple, a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain coursing through your entire body. Meanwhile, Raphael's skilled tongue dances around your other hardened bud, adding to the waves of mixed pleasure.
Slowly, their hands descend towards your eagerly awaiting sex, their fingers gliding over your skin igniting a tingling sensation that electrifies your flesh. Haarlep is the first to find your clit, and with expert precision, the incubus begins to rub it. Raphael wasted no time, forcefully plunging his fingers into your son to be ruined cunt. You gasp as the cambion’s fingers explore your depths, stretching and probing with an almost cruel precision.
With every nip at your nipple from Haarlep and every flick of Raphael's tongue on the other, your back arches off the bed, your body craving more. The overwhelming sensations threaten to consume your mind, leaving you teetering on the edge of sanity. It's hard to tell if it's the intense overstimulation or Haarlep's dark allure suckling the life out of you, but you find yourself surrendering to the blissful chaos either way.
As you surrender to the pleasure, you feel another set of fingers joining the fray. Haarlep, unable to resist the temptation, pushes against Raphael's fingers, filling you completely and stretching your tight little pussy. The sensation is painful, and you wince from the feel of Haarlep’s nails scraping you, but it fades into euphoria, pushing you further into a state of ecstasy.
Their fingers pump into you in tandem, hitting all the right spots as you writhe and moan beneath them. Your body trembles with pleasure as you're brought closer and closer to the edge.
"M’so c-close..." you manage to cry out.
The fullness of four fingers in your pussy is almost too much to handle, and the way they alternate between stroking and curling inside you only makes it worse- or better, rather. Their nails rake against your walls, and knock against your cervix as if asking for entry to your womb.
Haarlep, driven by their cruel nature, couldn't resist pushing the boundaries further. “I wonder… how much more the little mouse can handle.” With a wicked grin, they began to force yet another finger into you, stretching you even wider. The forced stretch causing you to scream and latch onto Raphael’s horns along with Haarlep’s.
Raphael’s tongue continues to dance along your nipple, alternating between being gentle and tugging at it with his sharp teeth. He can tell you're about to burst, but the incubus is merciless.
"I wonder what the others would think, seeing their precious little hero fucked and stuffed like a common brothel whore."
It’s with those words Raphael withdraws his fingers from your battered pussy, a fleeting sensation of emptiness replacing them. But there is no respite for you, for his intentions become clear as he aligns himself with your sloppy entrance. Haarlep's fingers remain buried deep inside you, stretching and filling you to your limits, uncaring.
"What a perfect little cocksleeve you've become for him, our dear little pup," They purr.
You barely manage a response, “M’ca-can’t.” as Raphael's thick cock thrusts inside you, joining Haarlep’s fingers that were already buried inside you. You had never been this full, and the stretch is almost unbearable, but you are too far gone to care.
Your eyes rolled back, revealing the whites as your pupils dilated with raw pleasure. The corners of your lips curled into a blissful smile, your mouth hung open as your tongue lolls out slightly. Droplets of saliva escaping, glistening in the dimly lit room…
You are their plaything, their vessel of pleasure. In this boudoir of sin, boundaries blur, and Raphael’s greatest desires become reality.
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