#nsft language

[annierosaart]

the hate fucking between these two borders on blasphemy I just know it

[mogai-headcanons]

Hisuian Zoroark from Pokemon is an autistic polyamorous ambiamorous aroflux gay omnisexual narcmasc frankenmasc freakmasc patheticmanfreak biofearic kenoradiation mascbitch villainousbitch alienplushic man with ADHD, NPD, ASPD, dyslexia, and depression who uses he/him, gut/guts, rot/rots, corpse/corpses, carcass/carcasses, and ghost/ghosts pronouns!

Skeledirge is an autistic polyamorous gay trans lostghostic ghostgender crocodilegender man with ADHD and PTSD who uses he/him pronouns!

Meowscarada is a polyamorous gay genderfluid catgender magiciangender demiman with NPD who uses he/him and dark/darks pronouns!

Gardevoir is an ambiamorous omnisexual bisexual man with ADHD who uses he/him, fairy/fairies, fae/faes, flesh/fleshes, and flash/light pronouns!

Grimmsnarl is a polyamorous abroromantic heartless aro arson aro gay autospec zombiegender smashglassic gendergore chaincoric bloodhoardic hazardgender hoardsoft man with NPD, PTSD, ADHD, and depression who uses he/him, gore/gores, gut/guts, whore/whores, sol/solars, forest/forests, elf/elfs, grim/grims, and slaughter/slaughters pronouns!

Iron Jugulis is a polyamorous gay avocaplushic hoardsoft demiman who uses he/him pronouns!

Roaring Moon is an ambiamorous bisexual horrorbitch edgegender man who uses he/him and edge/edges pronouns!

Iron Valiant is a polyamorous polysexual nonbinary Pokemon who uses he/him, they/them, spark/sparkle, stone/stones, and blade/blades pronouns!

Miraidon is an autistic ambiamorous gay pupgender gloomic man with ADHD, NPD, ASPD, and PTSD who uses he/him pronouns!

They're all dating each other!

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[mr-mr-mr-mr-mr]

[kaionyx]

If I can’t bruise your insides from fucking you into the mattress like I hate you for a few hours then cook for us to eat and cuddle together while I cover you with licks and kisses like an devoted dog after, then I don’t want it.

[sugusatodyke]

Pillow princesses do nothing in bed except take my strap, look pathetic, and moan like a bitch what is there not not to like about that? They're like a cute fleshlight!

[switch--blades]

corruption brain go brrrr

someone new to sex not knowing how to touch themselves, unsure of themselves and worried they are doing it wrong, almost to scared to submit to anyone for fear of disappointing their partner. I coo at them, assure them that I'll take care of them perfectly if they just trust me and allow themselves to feel the sensations, blindfold them and get them just high enough that they can't get caught in their head while I explore their body.

I slowly find the perfect way to push all their buttons, slowly making them gasp. As goosebumps start to rise on their skin I press my warm body against theirs, feeling them try to press in closer against their restraints. They soak through their underwear so easily for me, and their shaky breaths are just begging for me to show them just how good sex can feel.

[lazy4honey]

Unseelie Fae

Should be sleeping, looked at fae fucker, remembered an old idea I never got to use, just started writing, tried to do something short, obviously didn’t succeed…

Contains: second person perspective, gender neutral, fae, long, slow, teasing, dub-con, tentacles, fingering, anal, big 🍆, lots of 💦, slight belly bulge, NSFW towards the end

Note: both men and women have a glans and erectile tissue 👍

There are two courts of faeries, opposed to each other like day and night. One is known as the Seelie Court, mischievous but well meaning, while the other is the Unseelie Court, full of cunning pranks and tricks.

But regardless of their differences, they all love to play tricks on humans.

As such, you go to bed one night and fall asleep unusually quickly and dream.

You stand in a blooming meadow. The cerulean sky above you is dotted with white cotton clouds and the sun beams down onto the earth in a blinding manner, a mixture of the flowers’ fragrance and the slightly burnt smell of ozone typical for hot summer days filling your nose as the hot breeze brushes over your skin.

You look around and find a lone tree growing in the meadow. It looks old, knotted branches adorned by emerald leaves reaching towards the sky almost like a withered hand. There is a strange aura to this tree, but you still walk over to stand in its cool shade.

Then something magical happens.

A pale glimmer lights up on one of the lower branches and drops, leaving a glittering string as fine as spider silk hanging straight down. You watch with curiosity and awe as the string lights up and splits open into a gateway.

The next moment, before you can see what lies beyond, a figure steps through the gateway.

As soon as you lay your eyes on them, they have stolen your breath away.

They are tall and thin, clad in flowing black robes that seem to meld into the shadows, as if made from them. Their long, straight black hair blends in with the robe, and it forms a stark contrast with their morbidly pale skin. With elegant brows, eyes resembling black pearls, and light pink lips, there is an unsettling beauty to them that transcends all perceptions of gender you had before.

They look at you and you see what you believe to be a smile flash through their mesmerizing eyes.

Entranced, you watch them life their arm and reach out to you. Their boney hand is just as pale as their face, and their black fingernails are long and pointed. For some reason, you think it resembles the tree.

With a turn of their wrist, a round, enticingly red apple appears in their hand. Just by looking at its eich color, you can already feel its mouthwatering taste in your mouth.

You don’t hesitate to grab the apple and take a bite out of it. It is crisp and juicy, just like you imagined, and the red of the peel bleeds into the white fruit flesh like blood stained snow.

The beautiful person in black smiles as they watch you eat their apple, and you happily smile back at them.

After eating the apple, they take your hand, their cold touch making you feel a strange anticipation as they lead you through the gateway. Time and space creak as they are twisted, and the next moment you stand on the meadow by night, the sleeping flower buds doused in silvern moonlight as the nearby hill breaks open and reveals the fae folk dancing to their bewitching music in a hall illuminated by firefly-like dots of light.

Enthralled, you step forward. You enter the hill and find yourself in the hall contained within you had just seen, surrounded by countless beings more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

You wander around the hall, dancing with a man with glittering dragonfly wings fly wings one moment and a woman with colorful butterfly wings the next. Then you are pushed onward and pass by the buffet, grabbing some candy-like nuts and berries that crunch satisfyingly between your teeth before arriving at the band’s little stage. After energetically beating the drum for the goat-horned man playing the pan flute for a few songs, you are tired and let yourself be carried along by the stream of fae, finally coming to a black throne.

Seated on that throne is the beautiful being that gave you their apple, and their eyes seem to twinkle as they look at you and once again reach out their hand.

It is empty, waiting for you to take it.

You do.

They gently pull and you fall onto their lap without any resistance, adoringly gazing up at them as you lean against their chest. Your eyes meet and sparks fly, eliciting excited cheers from the crowd of fae folk.

The beautiful being brushes a hand through your hair, admiring your blushing face. Then they lean down and kiss your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks and jaw, and finally coming to your lips. They pause and look you deep in the eyes, seeking your consent before ever so gently kissing you.

Their lips are cold, just like their hands, but not unpleasantly so. There is the faint fragrance of apples.

They hold your face and gradually deepen the kiss, making you close your eyes in enjoyment and miss the flash of deep red in their eyes. Your lips opens on their own and allow their tongue to intrude on your mouth. When their cold tongue grazes yours, you flinch back in surprise only to quickly engage with them. The feeling of their slippery tongue against yours is divine.

You clutch at their robes and rub your thighs against each other as heat pools in your abdomen and makes you long for something more.

There seems to be a distant sigh, followed by a rustle, and then darkness envelops you. The boos of the crowd come from far away, but the coolness of that beautiful being is still closely attached to you, their arms wrapping around you to hold your waist.

You open your eyes and only see a vague outline of them, but you don’t mind. Raising your arms to cling to their neck, you engage them in another long, deep kiss, aiming to warm their coldness with your overflowing warmth.

They chuckle and press you tightly against themselves, kiss turning a little shallower as they rub your back, down your spine and to your ass, making you relax in comfort.

Then you feel something on your ankle. It is just as cold as the beautiful being’s hands, yet there is a strange slickness to it. You wiggle your foot. When the sensation doesn’t go away, you try to retreat from the kiss to take a look, but they don’t give you that chance as they deepen the kiss again and sneak a cold hand beneath your shirt to caress your waist.

The strange sensation remains on your ankle, and as you forget about it, it starts moving again. It slides up your calf like a living rope, crawling beneath your pants and wrapping itself around your soft flesh. Then it strokes your knee.

Your legs tighten and you want to kick it away, but then another cold, slick thing wraps around your other foot, tickling your sole. You squirm and whine into the beautiful being’s mouth, hoping they will notice your plight and rescue you. But they just hold your waist more tightly, sliding a hand up to your warm chest as their head moves down to kiss your neck.

Free of any obstruction, you moan. The cold hands and lips on your warm skin make you feel so tingly, their every caress adding to the hotness in your abdomen. You can’t resist rubbing your crotch against their thigh as you get excited.

At this moment, the slick tentacle-like things move again. They wrap around your legs, gently squeezing your thighs, their coldness making you tremble, and unexpectedly cooperate with the beautiful being to lift you up and sit you down on their lap with your legs spread. Then another tentacle attaches itself to the small of your back and trails its thin tip up your spine and down again.

With your hands not restrained, you twist to grab the annoying thing. The beautiful being beneath you suddenly releases a low moan. Unconsciously you tighten your grip, and they hum, the three cold, slick tentacles pulsing faintly.

Finally, you truly realize that the beautiful being is a fae.

A fae with tentacles.

An unknown kind of excitement takes hold of you and makes your heart beat like a drum. You swallow a mouthful of saliva and tug at the tentacle, pulling it before you.

The beautiful fae watches you in the darkness they created. Their hand tightens on your chest as you kiss the tip of the tentacle, their breath heating up when you take it into your hot, wet mouth. You gently suck on the tentacle and feel it pulse as they gasp, then gently bite it before removing it from your mouth and kissing along its length.

Meanwhile, the tentacles wrapped around your legs tighten and loosen together with the fae’s hands on your torso. They nuzzle their face against your neck and the tentacles around your legs start moving again, caressing your inner thighs and crawling forward, one making contact with your crotch. The tentacle presses a little and feels you tense. Then it slowly grinds against you, the cold, slick sensation seeping through your underpants as it fondles your arousal.

The fae feels your strong heartbeat and kisses your neck, their hand massaging your chest and making you accidentally bit the tentacle you are still holding a little harder when they pinch your nipple. They moan and the tentacle by your mouth is replaced with their lips as they plunder your mouth. The tentacle dripping with saliva strokes your shoulder and down into your shirt to your chest, the thin cold tip wrapping around your other nipple to pull and rub.

You pant at the many ministrations, aroused and wanting for more after being teased like this.

As if sensing your impatience, the tentacles on your legs start moving again. They both wriggle into your underpants, one reaching your front while the other curls around your ass cheek. The one in the front snakes along your crotch and to your eagerly throbbing genitalia. It carefully feels around and slowly pulls back your skin to reveal your glans and wet slit, rubbing against it at an agonizingly slow pace.

As you are kissed and caressed by hands and tentacles, you rock your hips against the fae for a little more friction. You want more, you hope for a deeper connection, one that steals your breath and echoes endlessly through your body.

The tentacle on your ass moves. It dives into the gap between your buttocks and kisses your small hole, making your butt clench around it. Its thin tip circles around the delicate, puckered skin and prods your hole again, even sinking a little inside.

You whine against the fae’s lips and they stroke your cheek. Then they reach down to your crotch, feeling the wetness at their fingertips, and rub your glans and slit along with the tentacle. Their hand is so cold and soft it makes you feel your pulse in your gut.

After rubbing for a while, sometimes stronger, sometimes lighter, coating their fingertips in your slowly dripping sticky liquids, they reach further and join the tentacle at your backside in prodding at your asshole. Thanks to your wetness, they are able to slide in a little more than the tentacle. Their sharp fingernail hurts a little but their other touches feel so good, and before you know it they are already one digit deep inside you.

They bite your lip as they patiently sink their entire index finger into your hole, then kiss down your jaw, neck, and chest. At your heart side, they bite your nipple, cold breath instantly making it harden, then lick. You clench around their fingertips with a moan and some more liquid drips from your slit onto the rubbing tentacle, making its movements smoother.

The fae gives your nipple a suck and pull their finger put, once again fingering your slit. You feel a little relieved yet empty, but before the feeling can settle in they return their fingers to your tight hole, carefully pressing two fingers inside your tight anus.

You moan in pain and sink your hands into the fae’s hair, gripping it tightly.

They give your chest a little bite and another tentacle joins the three. It is a little slicker than the others and the tip drips with a cold slime that makes you shiver. This tentacle sprinkles its slime across your body, mixing it with some of your own sticky liquids at your slit, and then joins the fae’s fingers as they gently press inside you. You can feel this tentacle squirm in your rectum and it seems to be pumping its cold slime into you. It coats the fae’s fingers, resulting in a quiet squelching sound as they curl against your hot flesh.

The slime drips down their hand and your ass as they continue moving, wriggling every now and then and pumping in and out in alternating tempo.

Then they add a third finger.

You feel a little full.

The dripping tentacle continuously pumps its slime into you and the squelching sound becomes louder as the sticky substance accumulates in your rear. Gradually, the fingers and slime heat up and your asshole feels a little numb and pleasantly tingly. You take the three fingers very well, earning yourself more kisses and caresses from the fae.

That beautiful fae, fucking you with their long cold fingers and slimy tentacles, could there be anything more arousing?

When they suddenly pull out their fingers, you whine and tug at their hair.

The slime dripping out of your widened hole, pulled even wider open by the fae’s tight grip on your ass cheeks, flows down the tentacle still peaking inside you, slicking it up. Then it begins to move.

The tentacle is about as thick as the fae’s three fingers, but it reaches deeper inside you and lacks the dangerous fingernails. When it enters you a little deeper, you feel it squirm again as it pumps you with its sticky slime once more, making your hole flutter, and then it retreats.

Afterwards, the other tentacles that had been toying with your body also retreat.

You unhappily wriggle your hips and pout. That couldn’t have been it, right? They couldn’t just leave you hanging like that, right?

Of course they don’t.

Your shirt is gently peeled off by their fingers, one hand cold and one warm and slick with the tentacle’s slime and your liquids. Then they slip their hands into your waistband, tapping your hips and looking at you.

Although they don’t say anything, you understand the look in their pitch black eyes. You hold onto their shoulders and raise yourself up, letting them take off your pants and underwear.

They admiringly stroke your bare skin. Your legs and your arms, your chest aching from the fondling, your waist, hips and ass, and finally your crotch — their cool touch is everywhere.

Then they press you against their chest and squeeze your ass.

The next moment, a thick, slimy tentacle with a phallic tip pressed against your asshole. Your muscles tensed and the hole tightened against the unexpectedly cold thing. It poked a little, then slid forward to rub against your leaking slit, gently pressing and pulling for a while and making you moan before returning to your backside.

The fae captured your lips and in that second of distraction, the tentacle pushed inside your anus and stretched the folds out of the puckered hole with its girth. With the hot slime and the phallic tentacle covered in cold slick completely filling your rectum, you felt almost unbearably full, but it didn’t hurt. When the tentacle started moving and the friction started heating the slippery liquids, the wonderful tingling sensation came back full force and traveled from your rear to your front, making you drip onto the fae’s robes.

They let their hand slide back down to your dripping holes and lightly pressed and rubbed your glans before fingering your slit that had become sensitive from all that stimulation as the tentacle in your ass sped up its movements, thrusting deeper inside you and stretching you further than before each time.

You moaned into their mouth. In your quest for more pleasure you rocked your hips with their thrusts, pushing your soaking slit into their cool hand one moment to seek relieve for your swollen erectile tissue and shoving your ass backwards onto their phallic tentacle to feel it pound deep into you the next.

Your enthusiasm please the fae. It pleased them even more when your ass clenched around their phallic tentacle, and you could the thing pulse in your ass and speed up. You relaxed, and then abruptly clenched again around them, eliciting a melodious moan from them as the tentacle pulsed.

Constantly stimulating each other in this was, the two of you sped up. As your climax neared, your movements grew a little sloppy. Chasing that obscure feeling, you shoved the tentacle even deeper into your soft insides, and then the fae came with an ecstatic moan.

Their phallic tentacle didn’t stop pulsing as a searing hot liquid was shot into your guts. The feel of your gut being filled and even bulging from their cum made you moan loudly, and so you, too, reached your climax. Your ass clenched more tightly than ever around the tentacle and squeezed it as you came and trembled, making you clearly feel every pulse and every new shot of cum.

After an unknown amount of time, you came back to your senses. Leaning against the fae and hugging their thin waist, your ass still stuffed with their phallic tentacle and dripping with cum and slime, you felt your body still echoing with the euphoric release you just experienced.

The fae hugged you and pressed a tender kiss to your sweaty temple.

Surrounded by the faint scent of apples, you relaxed against them and sleepily closed your eyes. As you drifted off, you heard them, the vibrations of their cold, resonant voice clearly transmitted into your chest as they whispered.

“Finally.”

[heavenlyraindrops]

ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ——> ᴘᴛ. 2

warnings: sexual content, dry humping, fingering, afab!reader, female anatomy reader

A/N: I wrote this ages ago and I was just horny, that was literally my only motivation so here take this ig

You scrambled at Boothill’s shoulders for support as you sat in his lap, panting as his lips trailed down your neck. Your underwear was drenched, slick with your juices as you desperately humped him, soft whimpers and moans escaping you as he watched you with a half-lidded, amused smile. 

“Why don’t you,” you gasped in between feverish kisses to his jaw, “M-move?”

He chuckled, and your core burned. He tipped his head back, eyes following your every movement and making you tense with self-consciousness. 

“Nah.” His gaze traveled up and down your body, slowly undressing you with his eyes as you squirmed in his lap. “I prefer watching.”

You bit your lip to suppress a whimper. 

His hands slid to your waist, then your hips, burning cold through the fabric of your clothes. “Plus,” he murmured, moving you subtly against his crotch and making you shudder, “I’m sure a pretty girl like you could make yourself cum without my help.” You caught a glimpse of his tongue run over his teeth, hungrily. His hands fell away and he sat back again. “Go on, sweetheart. Make yourself cum.” 

You shivered again, slowly rutting into him as he grinned, murmuring praises, metal fingers tangling through your hair. He was hard metal underneath. It didn’t faze you. 

Your hand traveled up again, towards his jaw, and he flushed before pulling it away. “No hands, sugar.” 

His hands grabbed your hips again, repositioning you on his thigh. You tore your shirt off, pulling it away from your heated body hastily as you bucked your hips again, pace quickening. Desire pulsated through you in waves, intensifying as he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a soft huff of laughter that tickled your face. “You wanna be good for me?” His voice was low, husky, even. 

“Y-yeah,” you managed to choke out. 

“Then do what I told you,” and pressed a soft kiss to your neck. 

A few thrusts later, his name whispered from your lips amongst pants and moans- “Ngh, Boothill, please-“ and you came undone, whimpering into his neck as waves of pleasure rocked through you, body turning limp yet still quaking from the pleasure. You looked up at him.

“Was I good?” Your voice shook. He bit his lip.

“Perfect,” came the reply.

He pushed you off, and you stood up before he pulled you back in. Your legs shook in the half-light as he clutched the back of your thighs, looking up at you. “Glad I saw you in that bar,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your abdomen. “Lookin’ so pretty…” he peppered a few more kisses, going lower. A hand slipped between your thighs, teasing the damp fabric of your panties. You flinched at the touch and buried your hands in his hair as his fingers skilfully pushed the cloth aside, stroking a path along your entrance. You seized up, whimpering as a cold finger delved in, sensations swirling through your heat and down your legs. Droplets of your own arousal dripped down your inner thighs, and you tried to clench them together but Boothill’s grip tightened like a warning. 

“Relax,” he hushed, but you couldn’t as another finger pushed it’s way inside, the first one curling. You flinched, jerking your hips against his hand and he smiled at your reaction, a deft flick of his digits inside you making your knees buckle.  

“One more time?”

You nodded breathlessly.

[nighttimenothings]

girls who put their ages in their bios have my eternal love and deserve to be railed all night <3

[mogai-headcanons]

sup! what does the rubber flag means??

it's a flag for those with a rubber/latex fetish!

[kaionyx]

Pspspsps chubby puppy subs who’ll sit still and make pretty noises around my fingers when I shove them down their throat and use their precious body as my chew toy until I get my fill and they’re coated in drool and blood from all the deep bites and hickeys engraved in them.

[sugusatodyke]

You weren't made for work, my sweet doe. You are supposed to be a fleshlight that sits pretty and looks cute because everyone knows that's the only reason why someone as pathetic as you would be put on this world. Any other job would be too much for my little baby, so you should stick to being a free hole instead of getting an education or getting a job since being a sex toy is what you're good at

[mommybard]

Sure you COULD punish bratting with the usual stuff. But have you ever seen a brat's reaction when you start sending them dirty things in their main language when it isn't English? Youd be shocked at how fast they go from sassing off to begging you to stop and never do that again xD

[altarofthedeep]

i’m at home and you come in worn and stressed out and i grab your chin and ask you how you want me to please you tonight. tell me everything you want and need and let yourself go for me. do you want it gentle or rough tonight, darling? i’ll take care of you and help you forget all the worries of the day, don’t think one thought in your pretty little mind, just feel me. let your tears be from pleasure and fall asleep satisfied and relaxed, i’ll do the hard work for you

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Fake Xavier fans when they wanna see him young & w hair. Anti bald ageist propaganda smdh 😔 that OLD MAN is a WHORE and if you wanna get rough with him grab him by the jaw and USE HIM!!!!!!!

Sorry I got really passionate there... I love him

Yk what its ok. Youre forgiven. Just be nice with my grandpa ok ………

[holmsister]

Kabru has definitely had to correct himself like "yeah you want to suck my penis. I mean dick" several times

Common is also probably a foreign language for him so it's not like switching the vulgarity on is difficult. It's the opposite. It doesn't hit at all, it doesn't have the "forbidden naughty word" edge, it's just another situation-specific language. Elven might hit closer because of how carefully Milsiril avoided teaching him swear words but also all of the elven sex metaphors are shit like "tender bud" or "weeping obelisk" you can't get going to that

Which is why Laios' blunt speech affect works so well for him. Because it has the "people are not supposed to talk like that!" Edge normal dirty talk lacks. Like the first time he went on his knees and started undoing Laios' pants Laios was like. Hey are you going to put my penis in your mouth. And Kabru felt a frisson of authentic excitement down his spine like. oh FUCK you're not supposed to say it like that thats so forbidden and naughty

On the other hand Kabru does shit like kissing up Laios' spine absentmindedly naming each vertebral group and what important nerve cluster departs at which height and he's just doing this because that's a thing he does but by the time he reaches Laios' neck Laios' eyes are squeezed shut and he is humping the mattress because Kabru is so DANGEROUS he could hurt him SO MUCH hes so so SCARY but he DOESNT because he LOVES HIM and instead he gives him KISSES and that's so fucking sexy Laios could come just from that

Kabru also does things like. Counting how much time he spends on each nipple in his head because he doesn't want his attentions to be asymmetrical (unless he's deliberately doing some sort of experiment). Which is something he hid carefully from every lover he's ever had because that's an objectively crazy thing to do right? Except one time Laios asks hey what u thinking about and Kabru blurts out that he's counting seconds between thrusts as he's running an experiment to see what type of rhythm gets laios more excited and laios is like. You're a genius. I'm fucking a genius. Why did I never think of that.

And like. Thats why i think of Labru sex so much i think its an essential part of how they work. In the end what gets Kabru the most is how Laios slowly but carefully peels off all of his carefully constructed human layers to reveal whats underneath. And Kabru was always convinced there was nothing underneath but surprise! Theres actually a guy there and he is a little weird but that's ok.