#not made to serve humans

[sublimerences]

Yuri…. Save me yuri…

[sneakyboymerlin]

Merlin is kind of like a dog to Arthur. I mean this in all of the good and all of the bad ways.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

if colin morgan ever saw the shit that I post about him, he would arrest me immediately

[aioliravioli-69]

This one was a long time coming (a.k.a. since I found out about 'Duolingo on ice') so I started looking into it and I found this!

This pose

This pose specifically was MADE for Buddy!!

I couldn't resist

Buddy being a dramatic bastard

[bnrab]

what is your deepest darkest sexual fantasy?

I don’t know if it’s deep, or dark, but I want a cute cuck boyfriend who doesn’t want to introduce me to his bestie and when I ask why he tells me his friend can be kind of a D-bag and his girlfriends always stop seeing him because they can’t stand how toxic he is.

Eventually I convince him a nice lunch to feel it out might not be SO bad and if I absolutely hate him then I can just not hang out with them together, I don’t expect him to cut his friends out for some hoe he’s been seeing for a couple months, right?

So we get together and surprisingly his friend is super nice and funny and cute and we all get along great, what’s the big deal? Were having a good time, drinking and laughing and then outta nowhere his friend starts groping my tits while I’m talking! I’m shocked and just look at my boyfriend like what’s happening but he’s just blushing and watching his friends hands on my tits and his buddy says, “it’s cool, he always lets me play with his toys.”

And it’s kind of hot but totally not something I’m just going to let happen so I push him off and argue that I’m not some action figure they can share and he immediately smacks me across the face and tells me to shut the fuck up and if he has to tell me again he’s not going to be so nice about it.

Now I’m fucking terrified and I look at my boyfriend again but not only is he not jumping to my defense but he’s rubbing himself through his pants and giving me the saddest puppy eyes like he’s so fucking sorry. I don’t have long to reflect on this because his friend is yanking my shirt down so my tits are hanging out and he’s pulling his dick free and grabbing me by the hair, telling me to be a good bitch and open wide for the treat. I don’t want to know what ‘not nice’ means because my cheek is still burning so do and I’m immediately choking and gagging as he starts brutally face fucking me, using my hair to force my head up and down on his cock.

He uses me like that for what feels like forever, stopping only to let me gasp for breath and rub his cock and my spit all over my face and hair. I’m sobbing by the time he yanks me up out of my chair and pushes me down against the table we were sitting at, knocking the dishes off to make room before he gets under my dress and pushes my panties down just far enough to ram his cock into me.

“Jesus Christ your bitch is so wet for me I just slid right in!” He reaches around and hooks his fingers into the corners of my mouth, pulling my head up so I can meet my boyfriends eye while he starts pounding my pussy and I’m horrified by the wet sucking sounds my cunt makes while he does and disgusted with how fucking good it feels to have his fat cock stretching me out, the animalistic grunts coming out of me every time he hits my cervix.

I can’t stop thinking about how much bigger he is than my boyfriend who has his cock out and is pumping it furiously while he watches us. Before I know it I’m bracing myself against the table and pushing my hips back to take him harder and deeper and he makes a comment about his I like his dick better than my boyfriends don’t I? And when I don’t hesitate to say yes my boyfriend cums hard coating my face and hair and aiming the last few spurts onto my stretched out mouth and it sends me over the edge too, wailing and moaning and begging like an idiot with his finger still hooked in my mouth for him to fuck me, to rape my pussy and breed me.

After he cums he drags me off the table and onto the floor to clean up his cock and I’m so dazed and fuck drunk I eagerly slop up the mess, going to far as to clean off his balls and thighs without even being asked and the whole time he’s praising my boyfriend for finally finding a nice girl who isn’t so stuck up and full of herself like the others.

I get now why my boyfriend didn’t want me to meet his friend, but it’s not that I’m never going to talk to him again after being treated like that like he was afraid of, the problem is that now I belong to my boyfriends bestie!

I still love my boyfriend of course, he’s such a sweet guy, we cuddle and watch movies. If his friend gives permission he can come in my mouth, or eat his besties cum out of my pussy or ass, but he’s not aloud to fuck my holes anymore, and honestly after getting fucked by a real man I wouldn’t even enjoy it 🤭

[ranticore]

working on my boiled ham again

i started a little bit of writing about him the other night so that's the reason for all the art. also he is more fun to draw than other stuff rn

smiling is not in a manticore's repertoire. this best attempt comes accompanied by angery ears because he didn't wanna try, but ambrose says it's best not to scare the townsfolk they're supposed to be protecting. so smile, twist

[deimcs]

COMPLETE: THE PALE ELF / Astarion has become the Vampire Ascendant. He had to sacrifice Cazador, his brothers and sisters, and thousands of other vampire spawn; but he'll never fear the sun or suffer a vampire's hunger again.

[artisthoi]

YALL BEST BELIEVE I DIDNT FORGET ABOUT MISS C.A CUPID!!!

i got a lil bit funky with this one but i think shes cute

[musee-de-muse]

Never Again

DWC November 2024

Day 5: Captive/Skill

OC: Rashka Bloodrinker, Orc, Warsong Clan

@daily-writing-challenge

Artist/Source; and some mood music, if you're into that!

The recent 'scuffle' in the Highlands had put her hackles up – because if this seasoned soldier knew anything, it was that humans would always find another reason to fight... and there were more than enough old Orcs with the fires of enmity burning hot in their hearts, as well.

And she was one of them.

But she was no fool, either – she respected the Warchief... and the Council that had sprung up, in the place of one. Peace meant a future where no one that looked like her ever had to pick up an axe, and die before they ever got to live... but she was a realist – and an old one, in a world where not many Orcs ever got the chance to get old.

It was a simple fact - war never changes. Rashka still carried with her the fact that her entire childhood had been stolen by humans - a whole generation of Orcs had lost that time. Her parents had managed to keep her safe from the warlocks, and get through the portal... only to face war on one side, and soldiers on their own furious that children had been brought through the portal -refusing to allow them to stay.

Out of the fire, and into the frying pan.

She'd been forced to watch as a young girl, as her grandmother faded away under the cruel boot of human oppression; she'd had to watch, as her parents couldn't bring themselves to mourn, even, when the elderly woman had simply stopped moving one day. The life had gone out of all of the Orcs, as they drifted listlessly about their enclosures. Even now, at her advanced age, it made the war scout's blood boil – no child should have to see those things... the desecration of her culture, of her elders - of their fierce, and proud spirits. She had been young, in the beginning - understanding... without understanding.

But she had become a woman under the watchful eye of Lordaeron – a woman denied a life, a proper family, knowledge of her culture... no Om'gora – the list of what they had stolen from the Orcs went on. The humans hadn't just won, they had spent years grinding their former enemies into pale, pathetic imitations of “Orcs.”

So it was, when Thrall came, that she had been ready – even if it might have taken a bit longer for those more senior than her to be stirred... she was a young woman in her prime, then. A young woman hungry to take back from those soft, pink hands of her captors what they had stolen from her: life.

In the here and now, Rashka set aside the arrow shaft she'd been working on, satisfied that she could move on to fletching, next, and sighed to herself – she'd been stalking the wilds of Azeroth since she was a child, and the old Orc had learned that more than half the hunt was simply... lying in wait. So she would do what she had always done: prepare. There was plenty of work to be done in Dornogal and its hidden depths, as it stood – and those Arathi rats they'd found scrabbling underground? The ones that made her fingers twitch, and creep for her bow, or her axe... they would be a problem, one day, as well – their “sincerity” lost on her, though she could see how the fanatics had begun to endear themselves to many others.

Thankfully, it had been far too long since Arathi blood had painted her face – so when they looked up from their holy crystal one day, and turned their blades on their former allies? She would be ready – there, again, to defend the Horde from the kingdoms of man until battle finally saw fit to claim her.

[bumblingbabooshka]

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[yore-donatsu]

“This script sucks...”

[baylardian-1]

im cringe but im free!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤪

uniquely in the First Splinter Timeline (book canon), i think kathryn would regain all of her lost/hazy memories from all that happens to her in the Q Continuum when she's brought back from death. which, GOOD OR BAD, would allow her to remember those three hyperevolved glory days. :)

(multiple timelines allows me to enjoy playing in both sandboxes of kathryn can/can't remember how the triplets came about haha)

also i think everyone just assumes she'd be fine and well-versed in having a baby but she actually isn't and she's terrified of the whole ordeal and it's way harder than laying eggs haha.

[i-bring-crack]

Scene idea running through my mind; Lucifer full of despair after having his last meeting with God because he has been told the events of the future and the role he is supposed to play, far far away from everything he has loved, just for their sake, everyone’s sake, maybe even his own— and as he slowly walks, dazed and terrified, the young prince appears from a corner with a gentle smile, coming closer to his aid, worried over his apparent fears. In that instant he finally understands, and asks the naive prince if he wishes to have a taste of the tree of knowledge. When the prince accepts, both flaming souls meet and part away just as quickly. The prince can only realize what the action was when he sees the human do it, their lips meeting, their bodies trying to become whole again before they had been separated.

[that-vibe-i-cant-explain]

I normally don't buy entire series at once but those Murderbot books look like tiny, thin potato chips and you know what they say about potato chips

[crimsoncowl]

sorry more west coast avengers posting, but like. while I am happy that they're taking ultron in this direction, I also can't help but feel so frustrated because it feels like marvel spent the past 9 years going several steps back with ultron, only to now arrive back at where they were with ultron literally in the 60s.

i'm so happy ultron's motivations and personality seems to align more with what he originally was like before hanktron/pymtron, but they're presenting ultron 'growing beyond hank pym' as something new when that was literally one of the first things ultron ever did

[thewhimsicalenderdragon]

when the outfit today served so much cunt that you physically have to doodle it or you will combust

Here have a peek at the more human lookin me :D