#my beloved meaty boy

[leaffiii]

hi

[sashiavi]

my pretty bestie put this filthy idea into my head with their amazing new Sambastian x Reader Fic - I'm begging you to read it ♡♡

This is lowkey a response to it but it can be stand alone maybe I think-

Stardew Valley Sam x Reader x Sebastian

Warnings : 18+ Smut | threesome | sloppy seconds | afab reader | bit of spit | breeding | creampie | not beta read its 1am and risa has a migraine rahah >:) ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ¹.³k

Yoba, weren't you just a treat. Sam couldn't stop the filthy dribble of words that leaked from his lips, undermining you to just his little sweet thing.

All pretty and fucked out on Sebastian's crinkled sheets, cheeks flushed, chest heaving hard while you smile so sweet and stupidly at him. Your head lulls in Sebastian's lap, thoroughly blissed with the brutal fucking he'd laid out barely moments before. Sam palms his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs, warm fingers now cool in comparison to your hot skin. He spreads your legs, hushing down any mindless resistance you may have for him.

"S' my turn now- Yeah?" Sam practically slurs. A breathless chuckle comes from the other man; Sebastian, effortlessly shifting you up for Sammy, holding you for him, showing you off.

Sam nearly moans at the sight of your juicy, ruined cunt. Drooling with Sebastian's thick and creamy cum, already making a sticky mess down your gooch. Eloquent as ever, Sam.

The twinge in his cock forces a hot dribble of pre out of his pudgy head, the poor boy struggles to snap his mouth shut, breathing out in a low 'ohh'.

"You gonna stare at her-? or fuck her?" Sebastian can't help but tease, two fingers coming down in a V shape, outlining the creamy mess of your cunt for Sam. The keening whine you give him forces his eyes to roll, chin tipping upward to swallow down the building saliva, pooling up under his tongue. Your body retracts back into Sebastian's, still somehow embarrassed despite being rooted in front of Sam barely moments before.

"Give her a kiss, Sammy" Sebastian cooes again, ego surely inflated as if Sam hadn't had his own lips on him while the brooding asshole had you fucked stupid between them. Despite Sebastian's teasing he obliges, swatting haphazardly in the other's direction, getting up close to your swollen bitten lips. His cock catches against the swollen lips of your cunt as his tongue takes to your mouth. He kisses you hard, teeth biting into your lips, catching onto your tongue to suckle and bite at while his hips crane into your own.

"S-sham-!" You slur on his lips, words coated in drool, spitting from your lips when you try to talk. Sam smushes your lips in another kiss, urging you right back into lapping on his tongue.

Fuck, he could stick it right in right now. Juuust angle his hips right and slip into that tight, wet little hole his beloved friend had so graciously stretched up for him. Sam's cock was fat and meaty and he knew it, drooping down, barely even standing tall when he was fully hard. His pudgy head smears all the yummy goop dribbling from your cunt. He groans when you lean into him, licking back into his mouth, tilting your hips up for him to snag on to your pussy.

His fat tip finally, finally pushes in, thick mushroom head locking into the milky squeeze of your hole.

"That's it, Baby- Thaaat's it.. Fuck. Oh fuck..." Sam whines against your lips, tongue back in your mouth as he eagerly humps against your sticky pussy. Sebastian groans behind you, hands on your tits already, pinching and twiddling at your nipples, squeezing and groping at the soft swell of your chest.

Fuck, you were sloppy on his cock, gushy fucking pussy leaving a thick, creamy ring around him. Yoba he wants you to squeeze him, keep all that fucking cum up inside you, use him to push it all back in.

Sam pops off of your lips with a loud smack, throwing his head back, working his hips with such a feat of heated passion, languid in his movement. Godamn he'd been missing out, watching Sebastian steal away your precious pussy from him, finally it was his fucking turn. Sam braces his hands on your hips, digging his blunt fingernails into your skin, pinning your pussy down for him to mount and grind into.

He watches your head throw back on to Sebastian's shoulder, throat vibrating with a high whine, pretty tears pebbling in your under eye.

"Sammyyyy~" You moan into Sebastian's ear, your teeth connected with a shiny strand of drool when you open up your mouth. The other man tuts, underlined with an undeniable sense of mock affection, cooing a little 'awhh' into your cheek, dangerously faux. His veiny hand trails up your body, lengthy fingers hooking under your throat. He practically yanks your head down, the tips of his fingers threatening to pop your jaw out.

"Watch him, Baby." Sebastian's voice drops to a low growl. Sam can't help but also follow his instructions, craning his head down to watch his fat, chubby length squish in and out of your swollen and pudgy pussy. Fuck, that creamy bubbly slick dribbling all over the place, sticking to his balls in stringy webs everytime his hips snapped right into your own. God he can't help but spit on it, adding to the absolute mess in your lap, hot globs of drool right on your perky budding clit while he fucks you into his best friend's lap.

"Fuck- Shit m' close.." Sam ups his pace, eyes never leaving the hot swell of your stretched up hole, wrapping so, so fucking prettily around his girth. Sebastian's other hand creeps down your torso, toying with your belly, purposely running his fingers down in comical steps right down to that slick and spit covered clit of yours.

Sammy-! Seb- f..fUCK!" Your little voice cries when Sebastian finally rubs mean, tight circles into your clit, pace chaotic and all too much for you to handle quietly. Your moans grow louder, practically echoing through Sebastian's basement room, your legs trying and failing to snap back together, permanently caged apart by Sam's hips.

Sam could tell you were coming close- and godamn did it feel good, that subtle quiver, squeezing on his cock in cute little pulses accompanied by your sweet, sweet moans. He snaps his head up at a particularly loud squeal, finding Sebastian's teeth sunken into your neck, lips suckling hard bruises on your skin. The other man's purple eyes match with his own, craning up to look through his eye brows. He's nearly embarrassed to admit that it nearly sends him fully over the edge, but what truly does it is that sweet, sweet squeal that ripples from your throat.

God your cunt squeezed on him good. Sam's fingers dig harder into your hips, grinding his own hard into your poor clit, squishing Sebastian's fingers between the two of you. Fuck, the gush of your pussy on his cock, practically squirting a hot mess all over his balls, forcing him to breed the shit out of you - really, you were asking for it.

Sam cums with a bite to his lip and a strangled groan, hips snapping heavy and hard, riding out the tight squeeze of your cunt. Now you were just milking him, sucking up all the filthy cum from him and Sebastian like a dirty slut. He makes sure his pudgy tip pushes up on your cervix as he blows hot ropes of cum inside of you, practically emptying his balls up in your womb. Fuck- think of that- watching your belly swell with God knows who's kid.

Sam swears his ears ring, brain too mushy to even think straight, barely registering the little whines and cries of 'it's t' much!' from your pretty lips. He finally steadys himself, plugging up your puffy hole with his chubby girth, keeping all that yummy batter all up in your pussy.

He sighs, his airy breath tinged in a whine of his own voice, body flopping down on top of both you and Sebastian. Despite your protests he just nuzzles into your bruised up neck, pressing a wet kiss behind your ear, even sneaking one on Sebastian's chin before letting out a fake snore.

Sebastian snorts and shoves his shoulder, feigning annoyance at the sleepy golden retriever of a man, also ignoring your protests to get off, instead wrapping his arms around you with a low chuckle in his chest.

[konigsblog]

older boyfriend!könig x public sex...

tw/cw; public sex (exhibitionism), sex inside of a car, afab!f!reader, age difference/gap. 18+

könig can't handle his over protectiveness when it comes to his beloved, sweet girlfriend. he'll wait outside while you're at a college party, parked in a parking lot not far from the building.

könig will jerk off the entire time while fantasising about you, keeping a close eye on his phone in case it lights up with a notification that you're ready to leave and crawl into his arms again. you don't know that he's been here the entire time, if you did, you'd accuse him of stalking you when in reality he just cares. you're just used to the playboy treatment that other boys give you, könig protects his loved ones, like a man should.

he'll drag you to the back of the car, his hard cock aching and his heavy balls tight. he'd been stroking himself until his wrist began aching, fantasising about having sex with you inside of the car, where anyone could see. he twists his hand around his dick while scrolling through his camera roll and admiring your soft body in the lewd pictures you send him, in various different positions with different toys stuffing your holes. könig will convince you to bounce on his achingly sore boner with a tender and loving kiss to your cheek, his scarred and calloused fingertips spreading your folds.

“please, sweetheart— just relax, been thinkin’ about you the entire time, mäusi.”

he whispers quietly, his voice hoarse and strained and filled with lust, his thick, large cock twitching at the familiar, addictive texture of your velvety walls around his girthy length.

his thick tip drips with arousal and pleasure, the veins on his shaft more noticeable and prominent the harder he becomes, with his meaty cock throbbing and pulsating inside of your warm wetness, the sloppiness and the mess created between your supple thighs. your sore cunt aches at the thickness of his cock while you crave more, another inch. you didn't expect to be split open on his lap with his fingers nestled in your hair, his other hand kneading with the flesh on your hip.

“smell so good, little one. you’d smell even better with my cologne on your body, wouldn't you agree? let everyone know who owns you, my precious angel.”

he hisses out and buries his face in the crook of your neck, a playful grin plastered on his face as he bounces his darling up and down while you weep, guiding you through it with his thumb wiping away at the tears that roll down your soft cheeks.

you'll drive home in comfortable silence, your panties wet and damp with könig's milky load oozing out of you and staining your underwear, your body longing for his sensual, calming touch.

[dahliascophin]

Could you do hard dom tomas, bihan and Kuai liang?

Hi lovely! My pinned has all the characters i WILL write and kuai and bihan are not apart of that list- as i feel like i would butcher their personalities royally :') i can do some headcanons on tomas though! my beloved boy..

warnings: impact play, switch!brat!reader brat-tammer!dom!tomas, manhandling, mean!tomas

this is super long because i have an awful obsession with him :(.

Dom!Tomas - Love love loves treating you like a princess and like royalty in public and infront of people, but the second you start actung up he sweetly goes along with everything and notes every single time you brat out. Who when you get home approaches you very softly and kisses your cheek... suspicious...he sets down your guys outting bags and smiles a wide grin at you as he gently raises his hand and points to the bedroom, his demeanor seeming quite soft for poking at him.. maybe you were in charge of things in the bed still?

Dom!Tomas - who once you sit on the bed, with a big fat smirk on your face as you cross your legs and look at him with a confident face, patting a spot next to him to sit, he stands there with a soft smile... almost condescending in a way, you huff and furrow your brows as you get up and walk up to him, his tall height suddenly quite apparent as you place a hand on his chest, poking his chest harshly as you yap your bratty mouth off at him once more

"Hellooooo!? Earth to Tomaaaaas?... Sit on the bed for me?... Don't just staaaaand there-"

Dom!Tomas - who suddenly takes a strong hand to your throat as he walks into you- forcing you back against the bed as you gasp in surpise, this is something Tomas had never done or never acted before. both of your hands gripping his thick forearm for stability, your small hands barely fitting around each side. he kicks a knee between your legs and forces them apart as he shoves you back onto the bed. his knee slotted between your thighs as his voice drops an octave you have never heard so feral before.

" What gives you the right to talk to me like that, Princess? Hm?... i allowed you to do and say whatever you wanted today.. and it seems like you have much more attitude than normal...let me help you get all of that energy out yeah?"

Dom!Tomas - who makes you cower back in fear at his sudden dominance, finding it unbelievably hot but the second you showed any fear he pauses and his voice goes back to being the soft attentive way it always is

"Was that too far, My Love?... i- apologize if it-"

when you cut him off with a violent and rough kiss his eyes widen in surpise for a split second before realizing you are very much into this as much as he is- spurring him to further his dominant advances as he dips his meaty forearm under your back, arching you by force as he holds you there, biting and kissing up your collarbone to your jaw, stopping to breathe out a stern comand

"My love.. you are going to obey me tonight.. you will do as i say and be a good.. good girl for me wont you?"

you mindlessly nod along as his voice coaxes you into an intoxicating headspace, the sub side of you crawling out, something new that tomas had yet to see. Your usual dominating self fading into something unknown as your naisl dig into his shoulders, your breathing picking up and becoming shallow as he kisses you softly, a false sense of security and gentleness. You're suddenly snapped out of your hazey headspace from the soft kisses as he pulls back to roughly make contact with your flushed cheek- the sting making you gasp and melt further into his arms.

He smirks down- but an uncertainty with his action, knowing that hurting you in a genuine manner would break his heart into a million pieces...so when he sees you nod and ask for it again as you writhe under him he sighs a sigh of relief before once again repeating his stern and harsh action against your pretty flushed face. seeing you gasp and giggle out a whimper making his stomach flip- this new submission growing on him like a fungus.

Tomas leaving bright red and dark red marks all over your skin, the bruises beautiful against your skin as he sits and takes his time practically covering you in them. your whimpers and wriggling making him hard beyond belief as he flips you two- now laying down with his strong hips grinding up into you without warning, forcing you to stabilize yourself with your hands to his chest- moaning in surpise as his buldge grinds into your panty covered clit perfectly- also making you realize he somehow got all of your clothing off besides your underwear while he is still fully dressed.

jejsjs cliff hanger.. this got TOO longhg!-):$/&

[oldworldwidgets]

i just posted a new work about my boy teddy on ao3!! its multichapter but it's fairly short (for me lmao), written to be read more like a one-shot than a longfic.

it follows teddy as he grows up and the hardships that entails. suffering abuse from his father, watching his siblings suffer the same, finally freeing himself from it, then finding out that he might never truly be free.

it's a tough one for sure, but i had so much fun getting deeper into his character and digging my big meaty claws into all the hurt he's hiding in them big ol' shoulders >:3 plus i got to write the last chapter with my beloved @odd-ball-out, since miss amantis may or may not make the most important cameo in the story lmao

[dateamonster]

webcomics*! webcomics baby!!! i grew up reading these bad boys like they were the sunday funnies. im serious i would get up early in so i could check my daily roster of webcomic updates before leaving for school.

webcomics sort of feel to me like my generations version of zines. not that both those things arent still around, i just mean that, in the same way that there was this big boom of super creative zine self-publishing in the 70s through the 90s thanks to the increasing access to copy machines, and later home printing, the early 00s-10s was sort of the moment people seemed to collectively realize they could kind of just upload whatever they wanted to the internet and people would actually see it, leading naturally to another boom in indie art and storytelling.

a lot of the comics that popped up around this time were sort of... rough. raw. weird. there were no rules about what a webcomic had to be other than 1) a comic and 2) on the web, so there was some freedom to be as messy or as precise as the author wanted. this led to some real bangers, and some absolute flops. but regardless of how it turned out i think theres something to be admired about the sheer amount of creativity going into these projects that, for the most part, were purely passion-driven without any guarantee of greater recognition or success.

obviously webcomics are still around, but the culture surrounding them has shifted quite a bit. most people who are willing to put in the work of a longform serialized comic In This Economy are also doing so with the hope of being able to profit or at least sustain themselves financially on their work. theres no shame in that! but it has made the webcomic scene more competitive, more polished, less experimental. capitalism at work, you know.

people arent really as incentivized to try new things and dare i say get a little weird with it when innovation doesnt pay the pills. however that doesnt mean that there arent still artists out there who are challenging that.

i got the idea a while ago that i wanted to put together a list of webcomics that have been really influential to me and my own creative efforts, but i realized that list would be a mile long and wouldnt really give me the breathing room to talk about why those works resonate with me. so i decided instead to make a list specifically of my (currently) most beloved, most influential webcomics that i feel like are doing something unique that sort of pushes the boundaries of what is considered a "normal" comic.

presented in no particular order, with all attempts made to be spoiler-free, below:

nasty red dogs and feast for a king by kosmicdream (18+)

delicious, dark, meaty comics. ffak in particular is like this massive sprawling scifi stream of consciousness thick with blood and viscera and. a lot of highly transsexual erotic cannibalism tbqh.

personally i find nasty red dogs a lot more like easy to get into story-wise, but both are just chockablock full of this beautiful grotesque unapologetic and downright indulgent physicality. its pages dripping with every fluid you can think of and some you cant, and its also compelling surprisingly empathetic characters set against a backdrop of otherworldly rituals, cosmic pre-apocolypses, and worlds inside of worlds inside of worlds. body horror heaven lives here.

mr boop and crimehot by alec robbins (very 18+)

if youre at all into weird webcomics youre probably already well familiar with mr boop, and if you arent theres really nothing i can say other than Please give it a shot, but if you havent been keeping up with alecs work since then you might not be as familiar with his current project crimehot. and thats a damn shame because it is all the comedy, unabashed horniness, and surprisingly understated storytelling of mr boop taken to its absolute max.

crimehot is set in a future where nearly every aspect of human life and culture is controlled by an all-powerful all-seeing computer algorithm. but who cares about all that when theres a ragtag team of ultra sexy ultra horny master thieves going on wacky little misadventures together!

alecs style is blunt and simplistic in a way that comes off as juvenile at first glance, and then uses that presumption to completely blindside you with its actual content, reminding me weirdly enough of memeable classic tails gets trolled. in spite of their potential as works of ironic comedy however alecs comics really give me this impression of total earnestness. crimehot in particular is so blatantly un-erotic, with its complete lack of any subtlety, comically exaggerated (and surprisingly diagetic) anatomy, and impossible physical positions, that it circles back around into becoming, indeed, kind of hot. i think silliness can be hot so sue me!

blind alley by adam de souza

departing completely from my last couple recs, blind alley is a cozy, peanuts-inspired comic strip about the day to day lives of the children of blind alley. its also occasionally a deeply unsettling horror-mystery that has just barely begun to show its hand more than two years in. its distinguishing factor to me comes from the fact that the cozy exterior doesnt seem to be there to conceal or divert your attention away from the growing sense of unease that infiltrates its panels on an increasingly frequent basis as the story progresses. it feels more like the two elements live side by side, horror and mundanity, otherworldly creatures and secret conspiracies living peacefully alongside lazy summer afternoons and goofing off with your friends. it perfectly captures the anxiety of knowing that theres something the grown-ups arent telling you, the powerlessness of being a kid.

blind alley feels to me sort of like if those "what if Nostalgic Cartoon was secretly DARK" media theories were actually real, and actually scary. i might be getting ahead of myself as the series likes to take its time and is really only just starting to peel back the layers, but what ive read so far feels makes me feel like this could be something very special.

boy island by leo fox

beautiful beautiful beautiful first of all. the dreamy, surreal visuals? the colors?? oujhjh.. boy island is set in a world split violently in two, divided into boy island and girl island, and surrounded on all sides by a sea of monsters mutants and ghosts, those sorry souls who committed the trespass of trying to cross from one land to the other, or even live outside of either! a boy named lucille must strike out on his own to make it to boy island, but in doing so begins to discover things about the world and in fact himself that reveal an even greater mission.

im making this all sound very dramatic. its a trans story. its about trans people, being trans. its also about surviving the ripples of a world laid out for you by your parents, managing grief for the ones that didnt, and a funny little blue guy named jounce. also did i mention its gorgeous? hot fuckin diggity it is gooorgeous.

vivians ghost by hal schrieve (18+)

speaking of trans comics!! (plot twist: theyre all trans comics suckerrrr) look, all of hals comics are fucking baller and im sure the book zes got coming out will be too, but ive like Imprinted on this one. its attached itself my brain. much like the main protagonist collin has been attached to by his suicide victim best friend and ex highschool bf viv!

the sketchy art style threw me off at first but it quickly becomes part of the charm and meshes very well with the chaotic pace and gutpunch emotional moments. theres a strong element of magical realism that i honestly think comics as a medium were made for. viv is a ghost, and viv is grief, and guilt, and fantasy, and shame, and glorious trans revenge taken form, and hes not even the only apparition in this story, taking the stage alongside cameos by jesus christ, a detransitioners fursona, almanda palmer, and (checks notes) gonzo for a second there i think.

as a disclaimer (or incentive, depending) no one in this story i think is someone you could really call a good person. some of them are in fact plainly terrible. they are all so undeniably fucking fascinating though. and viv himself gleefully inhabits that moral gray area, deliberately and loudly disturbing any image of himself as a pure perfect victim, blurring lines and thrusting both the characters and audience out of their comfort zone. its a challenging read thats not going to be everyone for sure, but i definitely think its worth the read.

(and if this sounds interesting to you but youre not sure you can handle it, hal has other equally good comics that are still heavy on the trans gay relationship drama but much lighter on the childhood trauma.)

what happens next by maximumgraves

if youre reading this on tumblr i hope that youve at least heard of what happens next by now. thee seminal tumblrina art of our time i swear. it starts with a true crime podcast exploring the strange story of griffin and his accomplice milo, trans teen murderers, the latter of which has since been released from the psych hospital while the former continues to serve his sentence. but thats in the past, and in the present milo still has to figure out how to live the rest of his life.

the story moves rapidly, though not necessarily chronologically, in and out of the real world and the online lives its characters frequently inhabit like its guiding you through a twisted dream. its a comic on the internet about the internet from someone clearly well aware of its more poisonous aspects, as well as the addictive quality it can have for someone who has become otherwise isolated from the world.

at the end of the day though the major appeal i think is the characters, how messy and horrible and tragic they can be, which is all you can really hope for from a largely character-driven narrative. to say much more i think would ruin the experience, but ill say what happens next absolutely delivers on its ominous title, and im waiting on the edge of my seat for the next chapter.

preeny has to repeat 6th grade by momodriller

on a Much lighter note, preeny has to repeat 6th grade is a super cute adventure series about a magical little kitty named preeny who on her first day of sixth grade is called upon to go on a great mission. its a sparklefur comic!! ive been really starting to dive into furry art lately, and if youre the kind of person who raises an eyebrow at that statement, fine, whatever, but im talking to the cool people right now so keep it to yourself.

art from within the furry subculture is such insanely creative and passionate stuff, and the focus on this subset in particular, calling back to the early 2000s deviantart xD rAWR s0 rand0m era of online culture, feels so intensely nostalgic it makes my chest ache, despite never being heavily involved in the sparklefur scene myself.

the author states in the comics description that the story takes inspiration from her experiences as an autistic child, and even before reading that man i felt it. what really makes this comic unique to me though is that the majority of characters that appear are based on adoptables the author purchased off of, as she puts it, the children of deviantart. i LOVE that. not only is that probably amazing for the kids, it makes every character feel truly unique and adds perfectly to the overall flavor of the world shes created. there is just not another comic i can think of that feels alive like this one.

broccoli soup by secretpie

ok so i know how we might feel about webtoon comics but hear me out. broccoli soup is probably the first comic ive seen to really exploit the otherwise sort of bland and restrictive format of webtoons, utilizing the excess of white space to enhance the feeling of emptiness that characterizes the protagonist broccoli's time in the blank void they call home as well as to make the sparse use of color really pop in contrast.

broccoli soup is a mysterious series thats a little hard to pin down in terms of genre. a strange little being named broccoli spends their days in a vast blankness drinking tea with their loving yet highly suspicious Best Friend and benefactor, doris. doris has the ability to move between worlds, coming and going as she pleases, while broccoli is only allowed to leave when they are on a mission on her behalf. these missions vary, but the goal is always the same: make everything Polite and Good.

as the story progresses, little by little more friends and more color come into broccolis still new existence. the art style also changes from world to world, which imo is a very nice touch. and! theres music! its an interesting project that dances back and forth between fantastical whimsy and some surprisingly dark moments. and thats the shit i like to see.

thats all for now! though if im lucky there will be many more fun stories and projects to talk about in the future. keep in mind as well that this is like barely half of all the webcomics im currently reading, just the ones that most stick out to me as really doing something special.

until next time yall!!

oh wait sike honorable mentions time

awful hospital by bogleech

the only reason this isnt up there with the rest is bc im woefully behind at the moment. ill get back to it eventually! awful hospital is an interactive multimedia horror-comedy webcomic about a hospital that is. well this hospital is simply sub-par to say the least.

hedgehog's dilemma by mellodilla

this ones still a little new to say much on but so far it looks like a cute series. what most appeals to me is that the art style looks like something that fit in seamlessly with an early 90s newspaper comic strip. in particular it has a strong calvin and hobbes vibe to me. just, you know, about wacky lil lesbian animals living their lives.

ok now im done for real

*for clarity's sake, im using webcomic here to mean "a series of comics that was first published and predominantly exists online" so even if a print version exists, i still consider it to be first and foremost a webcomic. this also includes comics that contain a multimedia or interactive element. if its a combination of pictures and words to tell a story, its a comic.

also my list is probably going to end up massively favoring serialized fiction because thats just what i like to read, but i dont necessarily think thats a required element.

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Also hello my beloved author how have you been? Are you doing well? Do I need to send you some fried rice? Perhaps another meaty Horus prompt? I care for you, in that lovely para-social way that internet interactions happen.

~⭐️

Aww, ⭐️! I will always accept meaty Horus prompts. And/or fried rice.

I've been alright, mostly. Lots of babies happening and cattlework, and my writing hasn't been vibing with me lately...

But on a cuter note...behold, the aforementioned babies!

Mortarion and Amity (Left, both girls) and Super Mechatron Death Goat and Michael Yew (Right, both boys)

[pynkhues]

Do you have post-Emmy predictions or thoughts for Snook's career?

Oooo, I'm actually not too sure? She's such an incredible actress, and I'd really love her to hit the A-list, but her choices even since Succession started and her star rose have been kind of odd ones? Like Pieces of a Woman was such a bit part for her, albeit one in an interesting art house movie, Run Rabbit Run saw her as the lead in a pretty terrible psychological thriller, and The Beanie Bubble? Just - - yeah.

Really odd choices.

I do suspect her career has likely been impacted a bit by the fact that she moved back to Australia, married another actor who has a steady, ongoing gig (Dave Lawson's a part of the core ensemble in Utopia which is a very good and very funny sitcom here!) and has had a baby, to say nothing of the pandemic, and I think she's perhaps still feeling out herself what she'd like her career to look like.

That said, I thought it was really smart that both Sarah and Jeremy have gone back to theatre for their first major roles post-Succession, and Sarah's move I think is particularly smart strategically given it's a Sydney Theatre Company production being performed on London's West End, which kind of relaunches her in theatre in two different spaces.

Sydney Theatre Company is a huge deal in Australia and a world class company - Cate Blanchett and her husband, Andrew Upton were co-artistic directors there for a number of years, and it's a home for many of Australia's best actors like Rose Byrne, Toni Collette, Hugo Weaving, Heather Mitchell (my beloved!!). Sarah already had a relationship with STC prior to Succession - having played Joan of Arc in the STC production of Saint Joan in 2018 - so for one of her first major roles after the series to be back at the Company does really feel like both a homecoming and an opportunity to ascend within the theatrical elite in Australia. The production though that she's in being in the UK's West End I feel offers that two-fold as well.

Getting back into STC though I think opens her doors again to local connections, particularly with the Cate Blanchett set and given Blanchett's been moving steadily into producing in Australia, I could see Sarah being cast in one of her productions? Hopefully a film, given The New Boy and Shayda were infinitely better than Stateless, haha.

In my experience with actors in Australia, the ones with young children tend to lean towards theatre residencies and TV because it's (generally speaking) better / more flexible hours and steadier work, and in many ways, Australian TV is having a bit of a renaissance right now with shows like The Newsreader, Deadloch and Boy Swallows Universe, so I could absolutely see her headlining a mini-series? Perhaps a literary adaptation?

I'd love to see her in something from Jane Campion, Jennifer Kent or Goran Stolevski, and I think all three are a possibility - Goran probably least at this stage just because he's such a new voice.

I think she'll probably pop back up in some US films and TV, and I think she'll probably land a few really meaty ones, but I do kind of think she might be more likely to work between Australia and the UK in the future? I couldn't quite tell you why, and I could be wrong, but yeah. I guess my prediction is that she'll have an incredible career, but I don't necessarily think it'll be US-centric post-Succession, or tremendously high profile.

[newbornwhumperfly]

whumpmas in july day 1: (re)introduce yourself

greetings, y’all! 🖖🖖🖖 i’m raye (they/them), a long-time lurker, infrequent poster, and suffering enjoyer in this here whump community! 💖🥰💖

i have two ongoing series, morja & company and there’s a vampire in the church, and sometimes i write fanfiction of my beloved mutuals’ characters in Situations 😈🥰😈

i’m big on complex meaty worldbuilding, themes of institutional oppression, stoic sad bois and gals and nonbinary whumpees, and found families breaking cycles of shame and dehumanization together! i focus primarily on fantasy (including futuristic or alternate history stuff) but i enjoy lots of tropes! 😍

please feel free to send me a message, an ask, a question, a request, anything at all! and have a very merry @whumpmasinjuly 🥰

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[exghul]

there's a box on his bed. it is carefully wrapped in simple brown paper, folded with bent edges, and no tape. a note protrudes from the top, outermost fold. - beloved, i spoke to your father last week and he shared that you are running low of your favorite supplies. in this box you shall find pants and other such necessities. please let me know if i missed a color or shade you would like. i love you, my darling son. please send mommy one or two when you are finished. - mom @pitborn when he opens it, another note is inside. - and tell jason that if he picked up his phone and called his mother, she would be sending him gifts as well. it has been five days. thank you.

he reads the letter once. places it gently on the bedspread before fingernails slide under the thin lines of brown paper that hold the box altogether. he pushes, pressure enough to make a tear.

the box opens without protest and hands disappear into the soft fabrics instantly. a mix of rich browns, cool blacks, and dark greens greet him. the colors of his mother, his grandfather. to an empty room, the boy smiles.

damian picks up the letter once more, reads it, turns it over in his hands. he lifts the paper to his nose, breathes it in. his smile widens. of course it smells like her.

it smells of memories: memories of meaty little fingers clinging to her skirts as she pushed him behind her. he knows now that she was hiding him, protecting him. then, he had thought she was obscuring his view of the world, thought so certainly that she wished to blind him to truths. now that he is of an age to understand, to discuss matters of childhood in a frank manner, her motivations make sense.

his smile fades.

to live truly under the thumb of a parent must have had a daunting effect on her, damian reasons as he inspects the box again. his parents offer him choices, treat him as an equal. talia died to her own sister's hands, talia is the first to drag her father's body back into the healing waters of a lazarus pit. she is there to raise him, to clothe him and calm him of the madness that plagues the freshly revived.

the second note slips free of the first paper and his head whips down to track its movement. he snatches it from the air, scans the words for further mention of himself and finds disappointment tinges his vision. she separated the notes intentionally: he will pass it to his brother and mention nothing of the one given to him.

a final time, his focus turns to the box at the foot of his bed. in silence, in peace, he begins to change into fresh clothes.

a perfect fit, of course. // @pitborn ♥

[0liver-hope]

@snaggletoothblues thank you for tagging me, my friend, this looks fun!! And aww you're sweet, I'm so glad you enjoy my stuff, 'heartful' is a good word for what I'm going for :D

Last Song: so much good music... but I've been listening to the Andor soundtrack a ton! The Cassian Way by Nicholas Britell is the last song I listened to on my phone :)

Favorite Color: Ugh, I always have a hard time with this question... I like so many colors... lately, though, I've really been enjoying green, particularly a sort of sagey green.

Last Movie/TV Show: Surprise, surprise... Andor! I actually watched some on my own for the first time recently... all my other watch-thrus have been with at least one other person! A little while ago I rewatched the first episode and obsessively paused every five seconds and took notes...like a normal person :D

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: I've always been a savory boy... gimme that good Mediterranean shit... olives and cheese and something bready/meaty

Relationship Status: Married to my beautiful wife and life comrade @tubbertina... love of my life <3 the Melshi to my Cassian, the Gimli to my Legolas, Luthien to my Beren, Watson to my Sherlock, etc etc forever and ever <3

Last thing I Googled: last thing I googled was a little TMI, lol... always wondering about the discharge :D... next to last thing was me googling pregnant trans men to remind myself that that's a thing we can do but also because I enjoy the thought of Cassian being the one who gives birth to the jynmelshian baby, so was curious to read more experiences from trans men about being pregnant.

Current Obsession: ...Andor... I'm clearly so normal about it!!!! I think about it literally almost every waking moment of every day lately, wrote a fifteen page fic that I will probably continue and may eventually post (it's exploring my headcanons for Melshi's family, Cassian meets the parents and Melshi reunites with his two moms and brother after five years in Narkina!!)... it's the love... it's the resistance... the bittersweet eucatastrophes!! Cassian is the ultimate blorbo...that little guy can fit so many vibes inside of him, so many feelings in those big brown eyes!! ....Also, Tolkien's legendarium always and forever... Olorin/Gandalf my beautiful tragic bizarre tiny wizard maia man... he too has the big brown eyes that can fit so much love and pity and kindness inside them, always my inspiration <3

No pressure, just for fun tags:

@tubbertina love you, lady <3 you're always reblogging the excellent angbang art and the boomer memes, lol!!

@ireallyamabear we're always reblogging each other's blorbo content, I appreciate being deep in the Andor brainrot with you, lol!

@tellallthetruth-but-tellitslant I just adore your melshian fics, you're such a wonderful writer!! I read them to @tubbertina and she loves them too :D

@kimclitsuragi jynmelshian!! a beloved fellow member of the Melshi fanclub, I always love reading your thoughts in the tags!

@scottruemelshi another member of the Melshi fanclub!! love seeing you on the dash and in the notes!

@p-paradoxa I've so enjoyed your fics!! and it's been lovely sharing the Andor space with you!

@searchingforserendipity25 I've so appreciated your presence in the silm/Tolkien space!!

@swanmaids you always reblog great stuff, and I love reading your writing and thoughts!

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

WOOPS I did not have time to do this for the past like, week but I've been wanting to bc I love silly little memes like this. Tytyty @ithillia for the tag :3

Last song: All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks by La Dispute (It makes me think about Fives and it hurts so fucking much) 

Favorite colour: GREEN!! and also blue 

Last movie/TV Show: TCW of course, I had a Bad Autism Time™️ and my gf put on the fucking Umbara Arc to calm me down. It worked like a charm what the fuck is wrong w me lmfaooo. 

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: All of the above but spice hurts me. I do it anyway tho, mama raised a little bitch but she didn't raise a quitter lmfaoo. 

Relationship status: So fuckin down bad for my girlfriend hhh 

Last thing you googled: fuckjgn AO3 LMAOOO 

Current obsession: clonesclonesclonesclones forever. I haven't had a special interest/hyperfixation this deep since I was like 12-14 so like this is one of the most important things in my life tbh. Specifically like thinking about how their culture would work, and their solidarity, internal conflicts, shared trauma and how that would relate to those things. Their ideas about personal and cultural identity and how that would vary individually. Things like how their upbringing must have felt, how that affected them and who they became later in life, the things they're taught vs what they truly come to believe once they're out on the field, the psychological effects of O66 on the clones who survived and the devastating impact it must have had- Bro stop me or I'll keep going forever like. I'm in deep and tbh? I wouldn't change it for the world. 

NPT: LMFAO bold of this title to assume that I know 9 people on this site, or am brave enough to tag ppl I haven't talked to often fhsjdmksmf SO if you see this consider yourself tagged. Yes, You. idc if we've never talked It's probably bc I'm too baby, so (unless u don't feel like it) do it 👀 also @mamuzzy and @whatislifewithoutangst if y'all haven't already and wanna do this here u go! 

[meatiors]

happy pride month to my one and only

[vulpes-fennec]

Once Upon a Dream 🧵

Summary: This time, the girl saves the prince. For Feysand month 2022’s Fairy Tale AU.

Read: AO3

***Prologue***

Massive flames erupted in the banquet hall, sending courtiers screaming and running. King Beron Vanserra emerged from the blaze, cruelty etched in his dark brown eyes. King Cormac leapt to his feet, darkness curling at the edges of the hall. 

“Get out,” his voice thundered. At his side, Queen Orla fearfully clutched her newborn son, Rhysand. 

“It looks like my invitation got lost in the mail,” Beron sniffed. He gazed imperiously at the other Kings sitting at the high table: Tamlin of Spring, Tarquin of Summer, Kallias of Winter, Thesan of Dawn, and Helion of Day. 

“You are not welcome here. Get. Out,” King Cormac repeated. The audience held its breath anxiously. Any wrong move could lead to an all out war with the Autumn Kingdom.

Beron did not move. “Relax, Your Majesty. I only wish to bestow a gift upon your firstborn.” He smiled slyly. “Listen well, all of you. The prince shall flourish in his youth as one of the most powerful princes to grace the land. But, before the sun sets on his eighteenth birthday, he shall prick his finger on a spinning wheel and fall into a deathless sleep.” 

Cries of terror and dismay arose from the room. Queen Orla was a renowned tapestry artist and seamstress; it was simply cruel for her lifelong passion to harm her beloved son.

“You bastard,” the King snarled. The power of Night slammed into Beron and misted the very stones he stood on—moments too late. Beron had teleported away with his fiery portal, his cruel laughter echoing off the walls.

Queen Orla sobbed quietly. “It’s no use. The curse has been placed.” 

King Helion arose from his seat. “Not so fast, Your Majesties,” he said. “I may be able to help.”

Queen Orla turned toward her husband, who inclined his head. “Please,” she sobbed. “Help my son. Anything you can.” 

Helion’s face softened as he approached the royal family. He knelt before the newborn prince, allowing golden light to pool in his hand. 

“Should this curse befall Prince Rhysand, a kiss from his mate shall allow him to wake.” Helion stood up, the golden spell trickling onto baby Rhysand from his hands. He offered the King and Queen of Night a sad smile. “I’m sorry I could not do more. Few things exist strong enough to break such curses.” 

The King and Queen thanked him profusely for his assistance anyways. “We will find his mate,” King Cormac vowed to his wife. “I will not let Beron take our son away from us.” Prince Rhysand, with his inky black hair and violet eyes of starlight, cooed playfully in his mother’s arms, blissfully unaware of his fate.

***15 years later***

Feyre Archeron was just about to bite into her bread when she heard the telltale snap-whoosh sound of something getting caught in her trap. 

Finally…we will have something meaty for dinner tonight, she excitedly thought. Her mouth watered at the thought of the juicy rabbit—or perhaps even deer—stew Elain would prepare. 

But it was a young boy hanging upside down, not a deer or rabbit. Feyre sighed with disappointment. Of course one of the bumbling Illyrian trainees got caught in her trap. His clumsiness meant she would have to reset everything and spend more hours waiting for the next unsuspecting animal. 

“Help! Help!” The boy was thrashing wildly. He waved his hands at Feyre when he spied her standing a few feet away. “I’m stuck!” 

Feyre sighed again as she climbed the tree, carefully undoing the knots and mechanisms. Although slicing the rope would be easier, her family didn’t have the funds to buy additional supplies for the rest of the month. These days, every little scrap and crumb needed to be rationed. Winter was coming, after all. 

She released the rope without remorse, dropping the Illyrian trainee to the ground without warning. He yelped loudly. Feyre leapt down from the branch, ready to scold the boy for messing up her hard work.

But words died in her throat, for he was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. His short, inky black hair curled slightly around his ears; his skin a tanned brown; and his eyes an ethereal shade of blue. Almost like they were purple. 

He seemed strangely familiar, but Feyre was certain she had never met this boy before. Perhaps she’d seen him in a dream. 

The boy was meticulously picking dried grass off his black training leathers. He looked at her, looked at the ropes in her hand, then looked at her again. “You laid that trap?” he asked incredulously. 

Feyre bristled, drawing herself up to her full height. The Illyrian trainee was slightly shorter than her, making it easy to stare him down. “And what if I did?” she challenged. 

Plenty of village boys underestimated her hunting skills, and this boy seemed no different than the others. If she’d brought home something large and juicy today, that would have shut the buffoons up. But alas, she’d only ensnared a pretty boy.  

He took a step back, put off by her aggressive tone. “I meant that in a good way,” he conceded smoothly.  

“Oh.” Feyre shrugged and began setting her trap again. The boy watched her carefully with his violet eyes, fascinated. 

“Do I know you?” he asked, after several moments of silence. “You seem like someone I met before.”

“I don’t think so,” Feyre replied. “I’m from the village and I’ve rarely interacted with the warriors.”

“What’s your name, miss?” he asked curiously. “My name is Rhysand. I’m one of the Illyrian trainees.” 

“I can tell.” Feyre jumped back down from the tree, the trap now carefully concealed by a pile of leaves. “My name is Feyre.” 

“Feyre.” Rhysand repeated her name like he was savoring something sweet. “It’s nice to meet you.” He glanced towards the bow and quiver of arrows strapped to her back. “Do you hunt in the Illyrian forests regularly?” 

“Yes. To provide for my family.” Feyre waited for him to lecture her for wandering alone in the dangerous forests, to say that girls shouldn’t be hunting, blah, blah, blah. 

But Rhysand only nodded and said, “I guess you were hoping for a deer, but you found me instead.” His innocent smile melted Feyre’s cautious exterior, and she returned it. 

“Want to give me something in return?” she asked. 

To her surprise, Rhysand pulled out a black Illyrian blade without hesitation. “How about a new dagger?” he asked. Feyre’s jaw nearly dropped. Illyrian daggers were strong, versatile, and highly valued. The one he was holding looked expensive. Like more than a few month’s worth of wages. Rhysand must’ve seen the hesitation on her face, for he quickly added, “I can get a new one easily, don’t worry.”

Feyre’s fingers brushed his as she took it from him. She marveled at the blade’s weight and balance, the sturdiness of the hilt. A fine weapon indeed. Too valuable to be sold at the market. “Consider us friends, then,” she announced, tucking the sheathed blade into her belt. 

“Friends…I don’t have many of those.”

Feyre shrugged. “It’s okay. Me too.”

Rhysand smiled again, a carefree one that made Feyre’s heart flutter. “I have to get back to the war camp now. But will I see you tomorrow? Same spot?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Feyre readily agreed. Rhysand lifted his hand in with a wave as he walked backwards, still smiling at her. The starlight in his pretty eyes was hypnotizing. 

Snap-whoosh! The magical moment was broken as Rhysand let out a strangled screech and swung into the air. His ankle was caught in the noose—again. “Rhysand!” Feyre shrieked in frustration, running over to untie him from her trap.

***3 years later***

“Happy eighteenth birthday!” Feyre sang as she gave her friend a bear hug. Rhysand—no, Rhys, as he’d requested her to call him shortly after they became friends—was a solid wall of heat and citrus scent on a misty morning. 

Rhys was a man now, taller and brawnier, with broad shoulders and strong arms. She couldn’t believe he was ever shorter than her, for she now had to crane her neck to even look him in the eye. Feyre had even caught a peek of his muscled abdomen on more than one occasion when they swam in the forest springs…it took all her self-control to limit her peeks to only a couple every few minutes. 

Feyre herself had stayed the same height, though her curves had filled out more. She wondered if Rhys ever noticed her physical changes the same way she noticed his. 

Rhys saw her at least once, if not twice, a week since their fateful encounter. They ran wild through the forest, swimming in springs, foraging for berries, and teaching each other how to fight and hunt. Those activities were fun, but what Feyre loved most was simply sitting and talking to Rhys.

He told her about Windhaven and his monthly visits to their capital city of Velaris. From his wealth and general demeanor, Rhys was clearly from some line of nobility, though he was always vague about his family name. 

Feyre confided in Rhys about her love for painting (he’d promptly bought her art supplies every birthday), her father’s poor health, and her sisters’ unhelpful attitudes around the house. 

Feyre loved how, unlike the other boys in town, Rhys did not balk at her getting hands bloody after a successful hunt. Probably because he also possessed a vicious streak. When Rhys allowed her to visit him at the war camps, she would watch him win bloody fight after bloody fight with unmatched skill. She also took an immediate liking to his two friends, loudmouthed Cassian and deadly silent Azriel, both rising warriors who also accepted her as she was. 

Feyre handed Rhys his gift wrapped in burlap cloth. His violet eyes brimmed with emotion as he regarded the miniature portrait of them cloud gazing.

“Thank you,” he murmured, unexpectedly pressing a soft kiss to Feyre’s forehead. “This is beautiful.” Feyre blushed in the morning light. Lately, it was getting harder to act naturally around Rhys, to pretend she didn’t have emotions stronger than simple friendship. 

“I’m glad you like it,” she beamed. “Come, I prepared a breakfast picnic for you!” 

Rhys would be returning to Velaris for the rest of the day, to celebrate his birthday with his family. Feyre had constantly begged him to show her around the city, but he always made excuses. He clearly didn’t make exceptions, not even for the occasion of his eighteenth birthday. 

Whatever, Feyre pushed her bruised feelings away. Rhys is here right now, and I should be thankful we are spending the morning together. 

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Read: Ch. 2

Notes: So I kinda (heavily) leaned on a crutch because this is my first Feysand fic. But I promise I have more original works planned for the rest of the month! Thank you for reading!

Tags: @the-lonelybarricade @feysand-month

[lunaticus-platina]

Another rant about North Kill's beloved shady sheriff.

What's more interesting is, I could see some darkness lurking there from the beginning. Weary or not, something was just below the surface of fatigue, even tho I had a feeling he was a red herring. Not entirely innocent, you know? He must've been deeply involved in all that. Seen some shit. Been through some stuff. At least, that was my first impression of him.

But the man was so well disciplined, got that side of him in a chokehold despite everything, so up until the infamous gunshot scene he didn't really come off as a 'dangerous guy' to me. Just done with everything. 'I'm too old for this shit' vibe mostly.

But hoooooooo boi. When Laura looked at him in the cell with a bleeding hole in him. All the nagging feeling of 'there's something about him that ain't right' just exploded with that look. He ain't holding back no more. 'No more protecting anyone Travis' mode.

Then the text 'Travis will kill you.' COLD.

It was always there. That dark side. He could've killed them right off like his ma suggested. But he held back because he has morals goddamn it. Fought so hard for years and all of that for nothing. Fak. I cannot stand it when hardworking characters don't get their rewards. As much as I love the Travis who's finally lost it, it fking hurts so much. Because he's a good man.

In my opinion, good doesn't stem from the lack of evil. Good is acknowledging the inherent evil in human nature, and conquering it, learning to live with it. And look how hard he trying given the terrible circumstance and his own shortcomings.

Someone just give him a closure, 'You did it, Travis', and let him sleep for days. He needs help, instead of him being the help all the time. He needs acknowledgement, because his own family seems to take everything he does for them for granted. Listen to him, let him take control, because God knows no one fking listen to him when he needs them to.

That metaphor? A++. Chef's kiss all around. You could be a poet Travis. That rope isn't your family's lifeline, it's tightly wrapped around your neck. You're gonna die if you don't let go, but you can't let go, can you.

Just treat him like a good boi he is. That devastated/resigned face slices my heart to meaty bits every dang time. Alright imma go cry some more now.

[sinfulnesxx]

Jon was an impressive boy. He was the star quarterback of the football team, the popular boy in school, and a hero just as beloved as his father. The boy was becoming more and more powerful and skilled with each practice, mastering his powers better and better. On many occasions, he managed to defeat his father, although so much physical contact and feeling his father's big, fat ass rubbing against his crotch, well... Something was awakening between his legs.

So when training was over, Jon practically flew to the bathroom; he needed to take care of that huge erection. Was it wrong to fantasize about his own father? Sure. But Jon couldn't help himself. Ever since the boy had learned to masturbate and had discovered his taste for men, his father had contributed to that awakening. His cock gets fucking hard every time he watches his father bend over some surface. Seeing those meaty, round, thick buttocks, like the fabric of the jeans he wore, clung to his ass like a second skin.

Jon wasn't going to lie; he had used his x-ray vision to see his father's hairy, fat ass more than once. He'd used those images several times to jack off. And fuck, his tits. His dad's massive, round, hairy tits were the best thing too, watching him walk around the house shirtless, watching them bounce. Jon longed to jerk off between his dad's beefy tits till fill them with cum. He fantasized about having his father ride his cock, fucking him on all fours, perfect doggy style to make him moan like a little bitch, face fucking him so hard until made him swallow his cum and bathe his face with his load.

Those and many other filthy, dark fantasies were recurring in his mind. “Fuck yeah, Dad. Suck my fucking cock,” Jon murmured as he wanked himself. The boy was panting; small beads of sweat covered his entire body from previous training, and his massive cock was throbbing, releasing an exaggerated amount of precum from the pink tip. However, he was taken by surprise when his father, the man of his fantasies, walked through the door.

“Dad!” Jon exclaimed at first. He didn't even have time to cover himself; his hand was still wrapped around his thick beer can cock; however, he could see how his father wouldn't let his cock out of his sight. Of course, how could he not? Jon was huge. However, in his gaze, he could also notice something else; his father's pulse had quickened, and he wondered if... Would it be? So he listened to his father. “I uh...” Before he could think of anything to reply, Jon looked down and saw that his father was hard.

That bulge was so huge, it was a wonder the fabric of the man's jeans hadn't ripped by that point. So Jon decided to take a shot and take his chance. He smiled and looked at his father. “Actually... Yes, I do need something. But first, why don't you get naked, Dad? We can take a shower together...” Jon walked over to his father and took his hand, pulling him close so he wouldn't leave. He rested his father's hand on his huge erection, letting him feel how fucking hard it was and how it was throbbing. “... And you can help me with this.” It was sinful and wrong, but deep down, something told Jon that his father wanted this as much as he, those eyes couldn't lie.

closed starter: @sinfulnesxx / clark & jon kent.

it was clark's second time being impressed by his son on that very day: firstly, jon had shown an amount of control over his abilities and his limits during their training session. clark wasn't even close to controlling any of his powers that well at that young an age; he was glad to be there to guide the boy, as clark himself never had a proper mentor when he was young.

and then, he was impressed by the sight he got after they got home. his son rushed for a shower, while clark stopped by the kitchen to check on what foot was dinner. once they decided to move back to the country, lois became their breadwinner, and so it fell to clark the duties around the house. and he didn't mind it, after so many years of reporting to the daily planet.

he started on dinner, but, once the shower was off, he made his way to the bathroom. a quick shower wouldn't hurt, but... it turned out his son wasn't yet done. he opened the door to find the boy on the toilet, as bare as ever, working his cock like his life depended on it. “oh, jon-” he backed away, closing the door, blood rushing to his cheeks; and to elsewhere too. he can't help but think of it, hard and red on the boy's hand, surprisingly big for his age. “i thought you were done, i - i should've knocked...”

and yet, embarrassed as he was, he was unable to walk away. shame creeps up to his cheeks, but so does arousal, as he stands there wishing to open the door once again. it was bigger than clark's, wasn't it? he has to step away. that's not normal. he has to stop thinking about it. “don't be embarrassed, that's totally normal. just... if you want or need to talk, just let me know. if you need anything, just let me know.” he finishes, ears burning red and a tent on his trousers, and decides to step away.

[seiyasabi]

A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution 

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you. 

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment. 

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part… 

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face. 

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!” 

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.” 

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements. 

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him. 

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate. 

-

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college. 

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult. 

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day! 

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him. 

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot. 

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.” 

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside. 

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Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big! 

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel. 

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere! 

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel. 

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction. 

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!” 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.” 

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you. 

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam. 

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!” 

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it. 

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit. 

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets. 

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible. 

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream. 

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, 

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately. 

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!” 

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you. 

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”