#oh well. sometimes you learn your limits the hard way

[tj-crochets]

Crafting update: I had the day off work, so I ran some errands and overdid it enough that my heart rate was acting up, so I decided it was a "sit and crochet" kind of day, except I overdid that too so now I have an almost-finished crocheted cauldron and a blister attempting to form on my finger, so no more crochet for me for a few days lol

[homunculus-argument]

I know it would probably be a logistical nightmare to also make this accessible to the actual people represented, but I think it would be cool to have a game where the whole point is that every character has different limitations, that make it impossible or at least incredibly difficult to get past the whole game without switching them every once in a while, and the way you switch is by going to another character and asking their help with something.

Like you start out the game with one character and go "oh huh, the colour sceme of this game is really cool, really interesting use of such a limited palette", play through the puzzles for a while, and then encounter something where you're supposed to arrange some slightly differently coloured puzzle pieces to the right order by shade or something, and it's goddamn impossible. No matter how many methods you try, it's just not clicking, no matter how logical your solutions seem, no matter how clearly they can't be arranged in any other way that'd make more sense.

And maybe you go online to ask people "hey I'm stuck in the colour puzzle, what the hell am I supposed to do to get past this?" and someone tells you to go find one of the other playable characters and ask for their help. Which sounds patronising and stupid but you're stuck so you might as well give it a try. You go to one of the other characters, choosing the dialogue option to go "hey I need a hand with something, I can't do this on my own", and when they go "sure, let's go", your controls now switch to the other character.

And the colour scheme switches immediately. The aesthetic limited palette has changed to a far wider range, there's details in the environment that you hadn't noticed, like the muted faint flowers on the ground are actually bright red, the greyish shirt that your first character was wearing is actually striped with orange and green. The first POV character is colourblind, this whole time you haven't been able to perceive the difference between green and red. Solving the colour arranging puzzle with the other character is a breeze.

And this is the repeating theme of the game - every character has their own limitations, and while none of the puzzles are easy, you learn to think "maybe I should ask someone to help me with this" whenever you've been stuck for an unreasonable amount of time. You need to grab a buddy along for the quests, or you'll need to go back to get one eventually, and the way the game is structured somehow ensures that you can't just tactically dodge the limitation puzzles beforehand. Deaf character's POV doesn't have the audio clues that different pieces of the same puzzle make a different clicking sound, the puzzle with garbled numbers on it stops being garbled when you're not playing the character with dyscalculia.

You slowly get to know the whole cast, and occasionally help them out with things, too. You know which character could probably help with something you're stuck with, but while they'd be glad to come help, they're unfortunately stuck doing some task that could take you 20 minutes but is going to take them all afternoon, and you can offer help. Sometimes the helping-a-buddy-out minigames don't come with any direct transactional reward, you can just help a friend with something just because you can.

And the game's whole goal isn't to just illustrate how different people have different strengths, and sometimes things that are easy for you are hard for someone else, and vice versa, but to condition the player to think "maybe I should just ask someone to help, instead of wasting time struggling on my own."

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Obedience

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k (Oops? This started as a ficlet, but it sort of got away from me... Oh well)

Summary: Wanda has to teach you obedience and sometimes that means doing as Mommy tells you, even if you don't want to.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, obedience training, edging, ruined orgasm, praise, pussy spanking, use of vibrator, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader, Mommy Kink;

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Cruel Mommy Wanda, who puts you through obedience training, because she wants her special girl to always listen to Mommy, no matter how hard, or unfair, or down right mean her commands are. “Take your panties off.” She’d say, almost off handedly, while the two of you are at the door, ready to go out. “But you said we’re leaving…” You’d protest and she’ll only give you a stern look. “Yes, and I want you with no panties on.” Wanda would explain, watching the hesitation flash across your face before you comply. She’d have to train you out of that, she thought to herself, opening the front door, while you were still holding your panties. “Give them to Mommy.” She’d offer you her outstretched hand, watching you try to hide what you have in your hand while you give the panties to her. Wanda only puts them in her purse and guides you to the car, opening the passenger door for you and helping you inside, before she takes her seat at the wheel.

She touches you teasingly and edges you all the way to the store as punishment for your hesitation, all the while she explains that Mommy always knows best and you should never question her. If she wanted you to do something, than you must trust that she knows what’s best. And if she wanted you to hand your panties over to her, you should simply do so, without any reservations. If someone was to see, then it was your Mommy’s wish and that was final. As you walked through the store, your bare pussy leaking juices that smeared across your thighs, you could only think of that lesson, desperate to go back home, so you can beg Wanda to take care of the ache between your legs. Or she’ll message you during class and order you to send her a picture of your pussy. It’s not a request, it’s an order, but you still hesitate. “Mommy, I’m in class.” You’ll send her a text back and from the quick “Now!” that you get, you know you made a mistake. You quickly make an excuse and leave, to do as you are told, and once she receives her picture, you think you’ll be done, but Wanda is adamant that you have to learn obedience. She makes you slap your own pussy, right there and then and she tells you that she wants another picture. “If that pussy isn’t red enough for my liking, little girl, Mommy will spank that pussy till it’s raw.” She sends quickly and you only stare at the message with wide eyes, but you know better than to disobey. You know her hand will be much crueller than yours can ever be. Over time you learn your lesson, each mistake, each hesitation was followed by cruel punishments, until you stopped thinking twice before you do as you’re told and Wanda couldn’t be prouder, but she still wants to test the limit of your obedience, so she makes you kneel on your shared bed, legs open and your hands behind your back, while she pulls out your favorite vibrator and lays it under you. She’s left you denied for a few days now, just to makes this all the more tempting and she watches your inner struggle while she switches the vibrator on.

“Go on, my love, lower yourself on it.” She tells you, her voice sweet and calm and so much kinder than her assessing eyes. You do as you are told, the vibrations so good against your needy clit. You want to grind on it, but you know better than to take more than is offered and Wanda practically beams with pride. “Look at you! You’ve come so far, my darling girl. Mommy trained you well.” She smiles, her gentle hand caressing your cheek. It makes you blush. “Thank you, Mommy.” You smile up at her making Wanda’s eyes sparkle, her heart swelling with love. She lets you stay that way, until you start to get close, offering you sweet kisses, her hands roaming your body and teasing your nipples. She marks your neck, sucks purple marks on your shoulders and collar bones, her steady hands groping your ass and squeezing the tender flesh. “Are you getting close, love?” She asks when your cute whimpers turn to moans of pleasure. You give her a nod, eyes pleading with her silently and Wanda smiles. Now the real test starts. “Get up.” She tells you calmly and she is impressed that you do as you are told instantly, even if it makes you whine at the loss of contact. “Was that mean, baby? Did you want to come?” She asks, her voice velvety. “Yes, Mommy. So mean. I want to come.” You admit shamelessly. “Hmmm…” She pretends to think. “Get back down on it, then.” She tells you, but she keeps her hands away now. She wants to see if you will obey her with no help from her at all. She wants to push your limits. And when you get close again, eyes closing in pleasure, chest starting to heave, her voice rings out again. “Up.” She demands and your body instantly follows even if you squirm restlessly. “Such a good listener, baby. Down.” She praises, letting you get back down on the vibrator.

You sigh in relief, a small sound instantly replaced by a moan as you feel that glorious feeling rise within you again. You’re so close and it makes you feel restless. You want to come so badly. You haven’t had a release in days and you’re desperate. Desperate to please her, to make her happy, to keep being her good girl. Desperate to earn your reward. “Get up.” Wanda commands when she feels you’re close, smiling when you once again do as you’re told. She’s so proud of you in this moment. Her perfect, obedient girl. “Please.” You let out a high-pitched whine, clenching your hands behind your back even tighter, resisting the urge to pull her close and beg while you leave sweet kisses on her face. Wanda loves that. Loves when you climb on top of her and start to kiss her all over, begging sweetly for whatever it is you need. Usually an orgasm. But today she doesn’t want you to beg. Not that she doesn’t like it. Quite the contrary actually, but it’s not the point. Today you just have to obey. “Do you want to come, darling?” She asks sweetly, almost cooing at how adorable you are. “Yes! Mommy, please? Please.” You beg again. “So you’re desperate?” Wanda questions, eyes narrowing to the spot between your legs, seeing your slick juices clinging to your folds. You’re soaked. Ready to be ravished and thoroughly ruined, just the way she likes you. “Yes, Mommy, please.” You nod at her, eyes wide and full of hope. “Lower yourself down then. Show me how badly you need to cum.” You do as you’re told, your body following her orders even before you’ve processed the words. Wanda can’t help but marvel at it. But she’s not satisfied just yet. She wants to see if you will do as told, even when you don’t like it. As your clit meets the vibrator again, you gasp. It feels so good. But before you know it, Wanda makes you remove yourself from the stimulation. She makes you edge yourself over and over again, each time letting you get a little closer, before she makes you pull away. “Up.” Wanda demands once more. You don’t know how many times you’ve done this now. This time you were a breath away from orgasming and she knows it, but you did as you were told. “Was that cruel, baby? Making you stop when you were so close?” She asks with a smile. “Yes.” You gasp, and she chuckles.

It doesn’t bother her that you admit to her cruelty. She can admit it too. She’s being mean to you right now, but then again, you like it. You like her little games, like it when she edges you, when she denies you sometimes, when she overstimulates you too. Honestly, you love everything she does to you, because at the end of the day, you love being hers. You were meant to be her submissive little girl and you will always stay that way. “One more time, baby. Put your clit on the vibrator.” Wanda instructs. Her eyes are so hungry now. You’ve done so well this far. You were magnificent. But she has one more test. The moan you let out when you feel the vibrator against your clit is mothing short of spectacular. So is the rising orgasm within you. You could feel it grow with each edge and now, you were ready to explode. The tidal wave of pleasure reaches its peak a few seconds later and you feel it start to tip over and you brace yourself for one of the most amazing orgasms of your life, when Wanda’s voice rings out again, loud and clear. “Up!” She commands sharply and you do so immediately, but it’s too late. The orgasm washes through you, ruined now, without the stimulation. You cry out in frustration, hips jerking pointlessly in the air, while your clit throbs without a single touch. “Did you cum, sweetheart?” Wanda asks, lifting your face up, so you would look at her. “Yes.” You nod sullenly. “Did you feel any pleasure?” She asks again, eyes inquisitive as she still holds your face. “No, Mommy.” You pout. You sound so whiny. “So there’s no way that you’re satisfied.” Wanda concludes and you shake your head. “Good.” She determines and she switches the vibrator off, pulling it from underneath you. “What do you say?” She asks expectantly. “Thank you, Mommy.” You say, still kneeling on the bed, arms pinned behind your back, just as she had ordered you when this started. “You did well, my love.” Wanda says more tenderly now. “You made me so proud.” She tells you as she strokes your hair gently. “You’re a good girl, baby.” She praises, watching as you start to calm. “My good girl deserves a treat for being so obedient for me” She continues, instantly bringing a smile to your face. “Lay down for me, love.” Wanda guides you. “Let Mommy take care of you. I’m sure an orgasm or two will make up for that ruin.” She purrs, descending your body with a smile. After all, obedient girls get rewarded.

[synthetickitsune]

may i please request florist!san who secretly likes a regular at his flower shop, then he learns that she finally recently broke up with her ex so he does all kinds of things to cheer her up like slipping in cute notes or chocolates in the flowers she buys and to also maybe shoot his shot 🥹💕

thank youuu and no need to rush! please do take all the time you need 🫶

San (ATZ) | Flower Shop AU + hidden notes fluff | 0.9k | gn!reader

The change wasn’t immediately recognizable for what it truly was. 

You might’ve missed a few weeks, which was concerning, but San understood that life happens and sometimes there’s just not enough time, money, or even energy to come to the flower shop, to keep the house looking pretty. 

And of course he spent the better part of those weeks worried if you’ll ever show up again.

Some little part of him hoped that you won’t - the unselfish one, the one that only cared about your happiness as he tends to care about all strangers that come to his shop. If you never come again, then perhaps your manchild of a boyfriend has finally grown into a full fledged man and started buying you flowers like you deserve instead of leaving you to do it yourself.

It was just one of the few pieces of information he got from the limited amount of small conversations you had. Your boyfriend would give you a couple bucks and tell you to go buy yourself some red roses. An exact amount that would in no universe be covered by the money he gave you. Truly, San wonders why you bothered with that guy. 

You deserve better. You deserve someone like him - but that’s only what the selfish part of his heart keeps telling him.

Things are different now, though. Something changed. You’re back to getting flowers, but they’re not roses anymore, and the bouquets are smaller. They also suit you more. You seem genuinely happy getting them.

San feels torn about it, although he’s mostly curious.

Until one day he sees your phone light up just as you’re about to pay, a name briefly flashing on the screen. You decline the call with lips pressed into a thin line. It’s not the time to be nosy, it’s not his place to ask-

“Is everything alright?” he asks carefully, then upon meeting your eyes he panics, “It’s just you seemed upset and you’ve been missing before…”

He’s just making it worse, he knows, but he hopes you can just take it as him being concerned about his business and not creepy. You study his face for a moment before sighing.

“We broke up,” you say simply, “And he keeps calling so that’s a little annoying.”

“Oh,” is all he can say.

And oh is all he can think for the rest of the day. Week, actually. And then he gets it together.

‘Together’ in a way that is perhaps concerning in its own way.

It might be too much - it is too much and wholly inappropriate. But San feels like a madman on a mission, hyping himself before the final stretch as he looks at the handful of notes and another small pile of envelopes.

The notes should be fine - they’re just generic words of encouragement, some may be a little too sweet for strangers, but not too much. The envelopes, well, they hold his heart. He must be in his right mind still if he thought to start with the notes and see how you accept them.

…And that doesn’t apply anymore weeks later when he’s stealthily slipping the first envelope into the bouquet before wrapping it for you. His heart is about to burst and you’re looking at him with concern. His hands are shaking, but at least you only noticed now. 

“Are you alright?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“Yeah, of course,” he smiles. It’s easy to make it genuine. 

“I…” you hesitate and he leans closer, nodding at you to continue, “I know I never said anything, but I wanted to thank you for the notes. I mean, you probably noticed I started coming in more. They just really helped me get through the hard times.”

He did notice. He also noticed you slowly opening up, lingering, gracing him with short conversation each time.

“I’m glad,” he says and he means it. Even if nothing comes out of this, making you happy is enough.

“So I was wondering, would you like to go on a date with me?” you bite your lip, “If you’re okay with going slow-”

“Yes,” he interrupts before you can change your mind. He already saw you spiral into overthinking many times, he’s not gonna do it today. “Absolutely. Just, uh, could you give that back to me?”

He points to the wrapped flowers in your hands. You look at him with a suspicion. “Why?”

“I don’t want to embarrass myself and make you change your mind, please?” he begs. Suddenly he can’t remember what’s written in the short letter. He only knows it’s sappy and pathetic.

“Is your number there?” you chuckle.

“Among other things,” he admits. For once he doesn’t like the way your smile grows bigger.

“Then if I like the other things I will text you,” you seem so satisfied with yourself, San is in love - and shambles, “If not, I’ll come here again and pretend I didn’t see anything. You can ask me on the date again if the note doesn’t work.”

That’s not the issue, the note isn’t asking you out, he wants to say, but you’re already turned away from him and walking out. He can’t speak, his tongue feels too heavy and his mind is blank. Slowly, he feels a smile stretching his lips against his will.

Maybe you like losers, he hopes.

[georgiapeach30513]

With Your Touch, Part 8

Summary: There's some things that need to be discussed

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, teasing, fingering, degradation, praise kink, humiliation kink, toy play, slight voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of cum play, bit of breeding kink, mentions of spanking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.1K

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Lloyd leans into Lyla’s bedroom, smiling at you unable to leave her. You don’t say anything, or even move, you just stare at the precious Lyla Bee. A soft smile turns your mouth up. So often you show your love for her. It isn’t something you have to do, it’s something you choose to do daily. It’s the sexiest thing you can do. You love an extension to him.

He’d have to make it official. Eventually give Lyla a sibling. He’s enjoying playing with your body, but he seriously can’t wait to see you swollen with him. To see you around your father and he understands the love that the two of you have. And he knows what a good girl that you are.

Lloyd fully intends on exploring your sweet obedient ways. He wants to push you to your limits, with your complete consent as well. “She’s so beautiful,” you coo down at your daughter. You don’t want anything in this world to ever harm her. If you could keep her this little you would. Freeze time so everything stays this sweet always.

It’s an odd thing to accept that she wants you to be her mom, but also Lloyd. There’s no way that you could love her any more than you do, even if you birthed her. You could spend hours just looking at her. Watching how her lips pucker up, and she even makes smacking noises with her mouth when she’s extra tired. She learns something new everyday, and you don’t want to miss a second of her life.

Lloyd walks up behind you, wrapping both arms around your front. He settles his chin on your shoulder to stare at this beautiful angel with you. “She really is. She’s spectacular.”

“I don’t think her wants her daddy to go back to work,” Lloyd knows exactly what you’re trying to pull. You’ve been laying it on thick all week about his returning to work.

“I think her mama is trying to guilt trip her daddy into not leaving.”

“But it’ll be lonely out here,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know that you're pouting. He doesn’t want to ignore your fears, but also doesn’t want to let you know that this is fully working on him. He’d almost choose to never go back. But you need boundaries. And he has no problem giving them to you, and also enforcing them.

He inhales swiftly, turning his head to kiss on your neck, “I’m going to make it a point to come home every night. Sometimes maybe every other night,” you groan, pushing your ass into his back, and your eyes go wide. His soft kiss turns to a nibble on your neck as he walks you out of her bedroom.

“Why are you hard?”

Groaning, he cups your covered mound, and you whimper. His hands are so large. You’ve had them in you. You still haven’t gotten used to that. Lloyd Hansen has been inside of you. Swimming inside of you. “Lloyd?” You whimper, and he drops his arms from around you, sitting on the couch with a plop, and you see his tightened jeans. “Lloyd!”

“Oh, shut up,” it’s playful, he grins at you. He rubs his hand over his bulge, smiling, “You know, when she goes to sleep, it’s time for mama and daddy to have fun,” the sinful bastard, “But first, we need to establish some boundaries.”

Your brow raises, while you look at him inquisitively, “Dolly, it’s just to make sure that I never take advantage of your trust. You have no idea the ways I want to play and use your body, but you have to give me permission.”

“You have it,” you earnestly answer. Your feet swish back and forth, eyes going glassy as you stare at him. Naturally going into a submissive state, Lloyd has a deep urge to destroy you like this. Just so he can lift you back up. He can’t take advantage of something your body naturally craves.

“You truly don’t understand. Sit,” listening immediately, Lloyd grins, “Good girl. You listen well,” you preen, leaning towards him. “You do well with praise. Noted,” he hums, staring over your body a moment. You’re so reactive to him. Sitting up straighter, and shoulders shimmying. That slight smile tickling the edges of your plump mouth.

“I have very distinct — needs,” that didn’t sound bad. “I haven’t done relationships, and I fear that I could be too much,” that could be putting it lightly. He’s extremely needy, and is prone to stress. He needs you to unwind.

“Why’s that?”

“There’s this bit of a humiliation mixed in with degradation that I enjoy,” inhaling sharply, you find yourself staring at the fabric of the couch. You didn’t know how to press him for more information. “Do you want to be my slut?” You tremble, but nod your head. “Why?”

“I’m just yours?”

“Just mine.”

“That’s why,” Lloyd smirks, “If I asked you to stop, would you?” He makes a weird noise with his mouth, looking up at you, “What does that mean?”

“Sometimes in intense sessions, you say stop because you feel it’s what you should say, but you desperately don’t want me to stop. Hence, the need for a safe word, and the need for me to read your body language. Safe word?”

You think long and hard. You know it needs to be something you wouldn’t normally say out loud. Something easy to remember, easy to say, easy for him to understand even if you whisper it. “Nightingale,” Lloyds eyes blink rapidly, and you’re afraid you said something wrong.

“It’s beautiful,” the smile that lights up your face has him feeling all fuzzy in his stomach. The way your body reacts to him is too addictive. You’re more dangerous than he ever thought about being, “The nightingale is often associated with Venus. I think that’s perfect for you.”

“What do you mean by humiliation?”

Lloyd hisses between his teeth. His hands drag up his thighs, that one is a bit more complicated, “When my fingers are buried so deep into your cunt, do you want me to tell you that you’re taking my fingers like my sloppy little slut?” You look just like a puppy. Nodding your head, and scooting closer to Lloyd. “Do you want me to make you clean up your mess with your tongue for my own enjoyment before I let you fuck yourself with my cock?”

Gulping you nod, “Yes.”

“What about what I mentioned last night? Put the toy version of my cock inside of you, pulling your panties up, and asking you to pour me some bourbon. Maybe ask you to get on your knees to wipe something out of the floor, and I can stare at that toy puckering out your lingerie while you crawl around?”

“My god, yes,” you’re such a slut. Maybe it’s a slut for him. Possibly a slut for the praise, but regardless, a slut. “Yes. I want to play with the little Lloyd toys.”

He chuckles. Reaching over to a drawer, and retrieves out the little toy. He’s bright pink. “Ooh! I want to call him LJ,” it didn’t take a genius to know why you wanted to call the toy that. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to behave, and listen. Stop pouting,” his voice is still soft, but the command is obvious. “I want you free use,” you furrow your brows, staring into his eyes. “Anytime I want you, I can use you. With discretion of course. I will never fully share you. I will never let another man look upon your body if you don’t want it. I-I,” he stutters, “I want you to explore your sexuality. If you want someone to join us, I would consider it, but everything is with your say so.”

“Wait another man in the bed with us?” he watches your face intently. Making note of how you’re not disgusted, you’re curious.

“Or woman,” you scrunch your nose up, shaking your head no, “It’s not that bad.”

“I just don’t want to share you.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart. But sometimes we just have to get it in when we can, and if you’re dripping with my seed, you’ll just have to suck it up, even if people are around,” you are a peculiar and funny little thing. Trying to work out different scenarios. “Let’s say that there is a visitor here, and we’re in the middle of something. We finish up as much as we can. But maybe I can’t fully clean you up. I get off on knowing that you're soaked in my cum, while we have company.”

“Yes,” one simple word is all that he needs to hear. You are truly a slut for him. For wearing him. He reaches over towards you, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you pull it off with so much enthusiasm. Lloyd leans over just a bit for an open mouth kiss on each nipple. Kissing and sucking on the tender flesh until they’re peaked and pebbled up.

“Take off your bottoms,” you listen. “Such an obedient little one. Now, turn around. I want you laying back on my thigh,” this time you don’t move as quickly. Stubbing up and pouting at him. Refusing to listen to his command, and he slaps at the side of your rear. “Behave, and do as I said, so I can play with you and LJ.”

You may huff, but you listen. Laying back on him, and he taps on your thighs to spread your legs wide open. “What other colors of the little Lloyds are there?”

He leans over your body, gazing intently at your split before he barely flicks your sensitive pearl, “One is blue, and the other is purple,” he is too enthralled in your clit, and you’re becoming too aroused to pay attention. “What are their names?”

“Umm…”

Waiting too long, he squeezes your bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, causing you to arch your back in surprise, “What are their names?”

“L-L-Leonard,” that isn’t what he was expecting. “The blue one, he’s Leonard. The purple is — he’s,” you look down your body, watching as Lloyd plays with you. Comparing the thickness of his fingers to your body. But it’s not overtly sexual. He’s having fun exploring your folds. “His name is — Lennon.”

All L names. You would do that. “You do realize I could have you airtight without me ever being inside of you? I could have LJ in your tight little pussy, Leonard in your ass, and Lennon in your mouth. Watching you go dumb on three cocks that might be shaped like me, but they’re not. And then if you get extra desperate, I could push myself in your cunt. Right beside LJ. Do you think you can handle four of my cocks?”

“No,” he plunges a finger into your warmth, and you try To capture his eyes. He didn’t look disappointed, but he does seem less animated. You don’t like seeing him like that. You want him to look proud, “But I would try.”

“Such an eager little whore. That’s why I like you, you know. You would do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?” Breathlessly you answer him. Nodding your head as he dips another finger into your body. Having you spread out, naked, and vulnerable is his favorite. He’s fully clothed, but he gets to look at the work of art that is you.

Venturing deeper into your cunt, he watches your face with every small movement he makes. Learning what makes you tick, and what you enjoy. Listening to the change of your breathing, and the slight differences in your sounds. And then pulls out of you too soon. He caresses your lips with his fingers, making the pillows look glossy with your essence. And then his meaty fingers go into his mouth where he sucks off the rest of your honey, “Hmm, you taste so sweet.”

He licks his lips, reaching over to grab LJ, and brings it to your mouth, and you suck on him enthusiastically. Trying to show him how much of the toy you can take, but he pulls it out of your mouth, and lowers it to your entrance. Lloyd teases the toy around your hole, and without commandment, you spread out further. Angling your body for easier entrance. He slowly breeches through your walls.

His mouth falls open right along with yours as he studies your body opening up, and accommodating him, LJ. The sounds that your body makes is a symphony, ringing in your home. He becomes obsessed with you. Pushing and pulling out the hot pink toy. Your slick coats the fake version of him. Each push into you, he goes deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper still.

Until he can push it in balls deep, and he holds it there. You took every inch. Every thick veiny inch of the fake him. His free hand cups your breast, and he pinches on your swollen nipple. Perfect. You take him so well. While you may have your toys, he has you as his toy. The things he could do to you. It’s not even innately about sex with you as much as giving you pleasure. He finds pleasure in that.

You’re so reactionary to being filled with him that it nearly makes him weak thinking about you waddling around the house with this stupid dick inside of you. Have you get on all fours while you simulate backing up on him. God, your body is immaculate.

“Lloyd,” you pant out, looking between him, and the immobile toy. You need something else, and he’s not giving it to you. It’s both frustrating, and hot as fuck, and it confuses your brain, “Lloyd? Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I want to come.”

“You’re such a sweet girl. Can I just play with you?” Your body needs some release. It needs anything besides this torturous nothingness. “Why don’t you play with your clit, and let me just watch you get yourself off.”

His eyes look over to the clock, and he smiles. Still holding that stupid toy fully in you. The depth of it gives your belly a funny feeling. An ache you can’t explain. It doesn’t hurt, it’s not fully uncomfortable, but it is different. “Use both hands. Spread those lips far apart, and let me see that cute little swollen clit of yours.”

You follow his instructions. Letting him see the button before creating tight circles on your body. Your hips start to buck up as you imitate sex. Rocking on the couch just to make your tits bounce. Putting on a show for him so he will want to fuck you. Will want to at least let you come.

Your body climbs with pleasure, and you close your eyes. Envisioning that he is hovering over you. Pushing his length as deep as he can, and a lewd moan escapes your puckered lips. He feels so good deep in your body. He feels good with his weight over you. Filling you up with every inch of him, and with his load right in your belly. “Daddy, I’m so close.”

“There you go, princess. You’re right there aren’t you?” Giving him a head nod, he takes his hand off the toy. Bringing both of them to your tits, and he tweaks, and pinches them. Watching as your swaying body creates the friction with the toy you needed. Sucking the hot pink rod into your body, and lifting up so it pulls out. Little desperate slut, “Such a needy little slut. You’re taking every inch of that pretty little cock. But…”

Lloyd doesn’t get to finish his sentence. His fingers let go of your tits, and he pulls your hands off your body. Keeping them spread so you can’t touch yourself, but your body still searches for movement. “Shh,” he says, but you’re too busy trying to jump over the edge of euphoria. “Dolly, don’t you hear the doorbell ringing?”

“What?” You halt. Listening with haggard breaths, and the doorbell rings again. “Lloyd, no!”

“Don’t pout. Just get dressed. Leave the dick inside of you,” you gawk at him. “I said what I said, Dolly. Dressed, with the dick still inside your body. “It’s just Ari. He arrives almost directly on the dot when I ask him.”

You sit up, starting to pull the wretched pink toy out of your body, and Lloyd tsks you. “I don’t want this in me when Ari is here.”

“Do you remember what we said just moments before?”

“Yeah, but you tricked me. You knew he was coming tonight.”

He actually rolls his eyes at you before grabbing your chin, “What’s your safe word?” You shake your head no, “Either say it, or put your fucking clothes on,” you stare at him a moment, unmoving. “Each second I count is how many spankings you’re getting. One,” you don’t dare move. You can be just as stubborn as him. “Two. Three. Four. Five.”

You cross your arms over your chest. Trying to ignore him. “Six. Seven.”

“Fine!” Your voice is a bit raised as you reach for your shorts. Leaving the panties in the floor, and hope they embarrass him. And you grab your shirt. Asshole. He sits there with his legs crossed looking awfully proud of himself. “Aren’t you going to open the door?” You ask him. He got too comfortable, and now you’re dressed, and still aching to find some release that is just right out of your grasp.

“Nope. You are,” your mouth falls open. “Go on, princess. Let daddy’s friend in. He’s been waiting on you to act like the good girl I know you are,” fucking tease. Standing up. You wince. Not in pain but because the movement sends an odd sense of pleasure through your body. “Ari’s waiting. Go on, waddle for me, baby.”

You aren’t going to waddle. You won’t give him the satisfaction. You’re going to walk very oddly, sure. But you hold your chin up high. Refusing to let him know you see his cocky little smile as you make your way to the front door. Smiling up at Ari as you open the door.

His eyes drift down your front with a smirk before he walks past you and into the living room. And you stand at the front door, trying to regulate your breathing. You aren’t going to let him see you struggle. “Sweetheart, Ari and I would like something to drink.”

The fucking asshole. This is so wrong, and still there’s that part of you that enjoys it way too much. A sexual secret that you and Lloyd share, while you have company. Knowing that Lloyd knows what is inside of you. Wonder how he’d feel if Ari knew. If Ari saw. You get the most devilish grin on your face. You didn’t care if people knew that Lloyd could destroy you with his dick. And Ari is bound to know all the sick twisted ways Lloyd gets off.

“Did you mean for her to answer the door with her nipples hard as a rock?” Ari motions his head toward the discarded panties on the floor. Lloyd would get you all worked up right before Ari came here. Edging is his favorite hobby.

“You should see my dick,” Ari rolls his eyes as he settles back into the couch, and then he makes a face of disgust before moving to the chair. “Why did you do that?”

“You’re on a couch with a hard on. Your girlfriend is walking around in short shorts, bra less, and nipples protruding. And that spot was warm,” chuckling, Lloyd pops his fingers into his mouth, moaning, “You’re truly sick. You know that?”

“Have you seen her?”

“I think you’ve seen enough of her,” Lloyd scoffs. His crystal eyes roam down the hall, trying to listen to hear what you’re doing. He hopes you’re fucking yourself. Knowing how frustrated you are, he hopes you’re doing something to get yourself off. He’ll watch the footage when Ari leaves.

“Lloyd, everyone is getting restless. You either need to take an extended break, and let me resume power, or come back. But the mercenaries need to know what’s going on. You can’t hole up here with your slut forever.”

“You’re not saying that in a derogatory way are you?” Ari shakes his head no. “I mean, she is my slut. She’s my girlfriend, Lyla’s mom, my future baby mama, future wife,” Ari clears his throat, “What?”

“That’s another thing. Someone got wind of Candy sniffing around. Me thinks she knows how much you’re worth, and either she’ll hold Lyla over yours and her head, or you’ll have to pay her off.”

“Write her a check,” Lloyd grunts suddenly. The idea of that woman coming and taking Lyla from you is sick. She didn’t even give her daughter a name!

“See the problem with women like her, she’ll always come back for more. You need it legally settled that you and Dolly are her parents. The lawyers are drawing up a petition for adoption. You know, it’ll need to be legal. She will come back.”

“Then I’ll put a bullet through her head,” he’s so annoying and ridiculous that Ari can’t even comprehend his little tyraid. “She won’t have our daughter. Lyla doesn’t even know her. Do you know who puts her to bed every night? Who bathes her every day? Pushes her in that stupid expensive pram? Goes to mommy and me classes for singing and yoga? Who is teaching her to walk? And who has been planning a first birthday party for her? Not some fucking whore who wasn’t worth the money I paid, and who poked fucking holes in the goddamn condoms.”

You flinch walking back into the living room. Getting an apology from both men. You take a deep breath, handing Ari’s bourbon on the rocks to him, and definitely not waddling to Lloyd to give him his. He pulls you nearly into his lap. Leaning you so far onto him, your ass is pointing towards Ari, and you playfully look towards him. He sees it. See the outline of Lloyd’s little dick inside of you.

His lips curve up into a devilish smile, and he raises his brows. Holding his cup up as if to cheers you, and you wiggle your as a bit. Smiling right back before Lloyd smacks over the protruding toy, and you lift up, moaning so loud that Ari chokes on his bourbon. Your face heats up with the most delightful embarrassment and you hide it in Lloyd’s chest.

“Stop looking,” he warns Ari, who still refuses to look away.

“Stop putting it out on a platter for me to stare at,” Lloyd is too fast. Reaching into your shorts, he tugs out the toy, and drops it onto the coffee table. Leaving Ari to stare at something besides yourself. Now it’s a hot pink replica of Lloyd’s cock, shining in the light, and soaked with your honey, and…

“I knew it,” he whispers more to you, even if Ari hears it. “Now that everyone can get their mind out of the fucking gutter. Dolly, Ari tells me we may have some issues with Lyla Bee’s birth mother. It seems she is pushing for leverage, and she’s using our daughter.”

You sit up immediately. Going into mama bear protective mode, despite the soaked dildo on the table. “She won’t take my daughter.”

“Ari doesn’t seem to think paying her off is enough.”

“It won’t be,” Ari raises his cup towards you. “No, it won’t. Women like her know that you would pay anything to keep our daughter with us. She’ll know your weak spot, our weak spot.”

“So she needs a bullet in her head,” that isn’t at all what you meant.

“No!” Ari bursts out laughing, but you’re serious. “I know what you do. But maybe — I think we need, I mean if you’re okay with it, but maybe we should do something legal. I mean what if I adopted her. If she’s legally mine there’s nothing that woman can do, right?”

“Thank you!” Ari raises his hands up, and looks at Lloyd, “She gets it. So, I’ll talk to the lawyers and get the ball rolling. We’ll tell them the address of Dolly and Lyla are to be held off as long as possible. You know you’ll have to go through a background check, and,” he grimaces, looking at the stupid forgotten toy again, “It’ll probably be easier if you’re married.”

“Oh,” you answer in surprise, looking up at Lloyd who remains emotionless. his control on his emotions can be frustrating, “That will be something we’ll have to discuss. But — whatever it takes. I need my daughter,” it’s amazing how quickly you accepted her as yours. With as much time as you spent with her, it just made sense. And now you also get to share her dad. “Is that why you came by?”

“Yeah. And Lloyd promised me a show of you fucking yourself with the dildo,” you’re stunned. Unable to look at either one of them, and Lloyd is no help. He’s completely frozen in place.

“Maybe next time.”

“I was only kidding. I know he has a weird little obsession with his dick, and his toys,” the toys of his dick, or you as the toy? You aren’t sure how Ari means, or if he means both. Doesn’t matter. “I’m sure I’m going to leave, and he will make you perform for him though, and I suppose he’ll want to look and see how wide your cunt is spread,” Lloyd clears his throat.

“Have the two of you watched a girl do that together?” Ari answers yes quickly, while Lloyd groans. “Oh. So you’re really close?” The two seem close. Possibly more than colleagues because who watches a girl masturbate with their best friend with them?

“We didn’t have sex with her at the same time. It was more or less entertainment, and you’re not a paid for show. Anyways,” leaning forward, he places the cup on the table before lifting himself up. “You two have fun with that conversation,” and he leaves.

You swallow deeply, keeping your eyes on LJ. Contemplating how you want to start this conversation. “Do you want to share me?”

“I want you to be happy, and I’ll do whatever experiences you want to keep you that way. If you don’t want Ari to see you riding the toy, or just playing with yourself, you don’t have to. It is not a requirement, and I’m perfectly satisfied with that. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I do enjoy watching you pleasure yourself. I enjoy staving off my own arousal to watch you get off. I like that desperate feeling when I finally sink into you.”

Inhaling deeply, you take off your shirt, and step out of your shorts. Grabbing up the dildo of Lloyd, you suction it to the floor, and stand over it. Keeping your eyes on Lloyd, and he scoots the table to the side, and leans back on the couch. Your knees slowly bend as you sink to the floor. You’re not performing. You’re just watching him. Seeing what it is he truly likes.

Getting to your knees, you hover over the nine inches that make up Lloyd before sinking over him. He stares so hard at the toy splitting you open. He doesn’t even touch himself. He just watches as you slowly bounce over it. “Would you want Ari to see me like this?”

“Would you want him to?” He answers a question with a question, so you pinch your nipples. Trying to make him squirm, but it does nothing.

“Possibly.”

“Then maybe,” infuriating. He can’t even fully answer.

“Would you would want Ari to fuck me?” Straight forward is the best way.

Lloyd sucks in a beat of air, “I’d prefer he didn’t.”

“Would you want Ari to watch you fuck me?”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but only if you wanted it, and were comfortable,” at least he’s being honest. Lloyd’s kink isn’t about sharing you. It’s about showing off what he has.

“Would you let Ari touch me, while you’re fucking me?”

“You know Ari is a bit of a cuck, right?” Your brow raises as you look at him. “Ari enjoys watching people have sex. He enjoys fingering a woman when she’s filled with cum so he can make a mess of her used hole. He enjoys writing on her body how much of a slut she is before he watches a man fucks a load into her. Or him. He doesn’t care who is getting fucked. He likes watching. He enjoys cleaning cum out of her pussy. He enjoys fucking women, and men fucking him. Ari enjoys the art of voyeurism that turns into participation. He enjoys the art and beauty of sex and pleasure. It’s not about love as much as it is about enjoyment. So tell me Dolly, do you want Ari to finger you while eating my cum out of your swollen pussy?”

You don’t know how to answer that. It’s so much information all at once. It’s raw and vulgar. It’s hot as fuck. But to have someone do that to you, you just don’t even know. It’s too much happening at once. Way too much. “You don’t have to answer now. But now that you understand Ari’s odd little choices in sex…”

“Have you ever fucked Ari?”

There’s a bit of a hesitation before Lloyd shakes his head, “No. It’s not like that. He participates, yes. But…”

“Your love has remained platonic?”

“I think you think he’s a third. Ari has no problems finding partners. But he enjoys the ways that I can degrade, humiliate, and praise a sub all at once. You couldn’t handle him,” you didn’t know what that meant, and you no longer have a desire to discuss Ari. You want Lloyd inside of you immediately.

“Fuck me,” he cocks up an eyebrow, smiling. “Fuck me like you love me,” he stands. Removing his shirt, and pulling down his pants and underwear at the same time. The pretty cock springs free as he walks out of his pants and towards you, and lifts you right off the toy, and onto his own cock. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you into the bedroom.

He crawls the two of you onto the mattress, and lays you down gently. His body weight lowering on top of yours. Lloyd uses his nose to pet around your face. Smoothing his skin across the perimeter of your jaw, inhaling your scent as he lifts your arms above your head. Weaving his fingers in yours before he rolls himself in and out of you.

A steady rhythm of thrusting. He’s so soft and deliberate with his movements. Continuing to trace your face with his nose. Whispering your name, “I love you. We don’t have to invite anybody into our sex life. You’re more than enough. And I need you to understand that. If you don’t want Ari to ever see you in the position he did tonight, I need you to vocalize that, okay?”

“Okay,” you pant out. Arching your back to take more of him. You want him all over you.

“You can take all the time in the world to decide that. You can change your mind at any time,” the idea of Ari is exciting to him, but not necessary. Especially if it meant losing you. That is what mattered; you and Lyla. Not some kinky sex and cum play.

“I know,” he knows this is the worst time to try and get you to comprehend what could be a difficult sex life. But he isn’t lying. It isn’t a performance. You’re his obsession. Just you. You are more than enough for him. ��What did you know earlier?” your chest heaves as you try and get the question out. “When you took LJ out of me.”

“You left your cream on the toy,” he laughs up against your neck. His mouth and hips are both a work of art, and the most sinful parts of him. “You got yourself off before you came back into the living room didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” he bites your neck, starting to suck on the skin hard. “You’re going to leave a mark!”

“Tell the truth,” he demands before sucking even harder. Sending every synapse in your brain into overdrive.

“Yes! Yes, I was leaning over the counter, and — and I was — I was — Lloyd!” He stops his movements, and you squeal. “Stop!”

“Then answer me.”

He starts a steady pace again, and then pounds into you so hard you see stars. His pace changes to slow, but rough jabbing movements, “I was just playing with my clit, and — and humping air. I was pretending it was you. Daddy!”

You’re wrecked. His movements are so slow, but they hit every right spot. Maybe it’s the blinding stabs into you that has every muscle in your body tightening up. He fucks into you so hard that the hairs on your body stands up, your toes curl, and your fingernails dig into his hands. You wish you could touch some other part of his body. You’re a goner.

Each thrust becomes harder. Deeper. Just. Right. There.

In. The. Perfect. Spot.

“Daddy!” Everything blurs. Lines disappear, and your body is numb with pleasure. Breathing so erratically as stars light up your vision. “Daddy!”

Jolting your body up the bed higher. Until your hands hit the head board, and he drops them. Slamming his hands above you, and he rockets himself into you. Pounding you so hard that your body lurches higher on the bed. Your head starts to knock against the padded board, and you start speaking in tongue to the heavens above as pleasure so deep in your body locks your bones into place.

Lloyd grunts, gritting his teeth as he remains pistoning into your clenching cunt. Your body is locked down, and this high lasts so long that you forget how to breathe. How to even be a human. Bright light floods into your mind, and then a loud, “Fuuuck,” before warmth spews inside of you, and your walls pulse around his cock. Milking him dry.

“My god, if you want me to marry you, I’d do it tomorrow,” you hum as he settles over you. He kisses around your neck. Using his fingers to trace the delicate lines on your neck and collarbone. Something is missing, and now he knows, “We’re going to have to fix this before I go back to work,” he still has to deal with The Verb, and your disgusting father. But he’s going to make sure everyone knows that you belong to someone. Even if you didn’t understand the significance, others would. He’s sure the neighbor down the street that stared at you when you dropped the keys to your car too long would understand exactly what it meant.

He had to make it be known that you were claimed, and unavailable. In every way possible. “Yeah, you’ve got a nasty little hickey on your neck.”

“What?” Your hand feels around your neck where he bit you. Thinking you could see with your eyes before you roll over on top of him. He sighs when he feels himself drip out of you. He doesn’t even care that you’re giving your own mark on him because you’re also grinding your greedy little twat on his stomach. You’re just as insatiable as him.

You nip on his creamy skin. Sucking and kissing over him. You want this ugly thing to last. Moving lower to give him another hickey. And another. If he’s going to leave you, you’re going to make sure everyone knows that he comes home to you. Home to fuck you. And home to his family.

You sit up on him, smiling at your handy work. “There. Now you can go back to work, and show everyone how you have a slut living with you.”

“Yeah yeah. Just keep grinding, and get yourself off on my stomach. I’ll walk around with this stupid thing if that makes you feel better. And I’ll worry about those seven spankings another day,” you forgot about that threat. But he didn’t.

In some weird way, you like knowing that he’ll walk around with red bruises all over his neck. Not that you didn’t trust him. It’s just fun to think that everyone knows he’s getting laid on a regular basis. That he can come home to his Dolly. Home to you. Home to your daughter. And his family.

And you have every intention of letting him use you.

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[cocksucker6000]

hi! can i rq the bjs w/ the boys sumeru edition ? :)

bjs with the boys ☆ ! sumeru edition

giving head both ways, ft. genshin men mond edition, liyue edition, inazuma edition

switch m reader + tighnari, cyno, wanderer, alhaitham (separate)

a/n ;; ITS HERE U GUYS…..its here………sorry if ppl are ooc. i was going to release this a lot earlier, around 3.1, but i thought i would hold off until more guys were released and i warmed up to them a bit. thanks anon for reminding me! no kaveh because i don’t like him sorry 🥲

tighnari ;; giving

he’s a little bit hesitant at first when giving you head…if he’s needy enough (and you’re to his hygienic standards) there’s no guarantee that you can pry him off of you. especially in his heats, all he wants is for you to fuck his mouth. and if you softly scratch his ears, he’ll melt—pulling is off limits, though. i also wouldn’t count on him to swallow. but, he wouldn’t mind your cum dripping down his cheeks…

tighnari ;; receiving

he’s still a little nervous, but much to his dismay, by gods is he sensitive. he loves it when you lube up a finger and prod at his hole in the meantime, holding a firm grip on his thigh. he certainly isn’t hard to get in your mouth, either—he’ll cover his mouth with his ears pressed flat against his forehead as he cums down your throat, just aching to be filled by you at this point.

cyno ;; giving

you really want him to do this? well, he supposes he could. his reluctant speech is definitely a shocker when he still holds such a strong grip on your thighs even after having orgasmed twice already. you aren’t sure how his jaw doesn’t hurt already, but your dick sure does and your head is fuzzy. oh! you got a little overstimulated? sorry, he just got a little distracted. absolutely not his intention at all.

cyno ;; receiving

that vice he had on your thighs earlier just translates to him gripping your hair like his life depends on it. he’d get so disheveled under the feeling of your warm mouth, he can’t help but cum so early and wrap his trembling legs around your head.

wanderer ;; giving

as long as it means he can be close to you, he’ll do it—but his grumpy attitude doesn’t last long when he’s whimpering around your cock and palming himself through his shorts. he can’t help it, just the thought of you drives him crazy. he needs your cum down his throat so bad, the poor thing tries his very best to make you feel good.

wanderer ;; receiving

again, it doesn’t last long to completely break him—and it’s even more fun this way. he bucks into your mouth and whines, biting down so hard on his lower lip that it might bleed. he paws at your hair, running his fingers through it when he cums, chanting your name like you were the god before him.

al haitham ;; giving

the head isn’t…great at first. mostly because he doesn’t want to hurt you, and let’s be honest, he’s a little bit inexperienced. but the scribe eventually opens up once you tell him it’s okay to be a little sloppy and rough, and safe to say he learns to really love it. sometimes he’ll even wake you up with your dick in his mouth, just because he’s bored and wanted to see you all hot and bothered in the morning.

al haitham ;; receiving

he’s hardly sure what to do at first. your mouth is so warm and wet, he can’t help but groan a little. and while he may be quiet, the way he twitches in your cheeks lets you know how good he feels. this is better than any time he’d fucked feverishly into his own fist, and he wasn’t even sure it could feel this good until now. he’s lucky you came along.

[itsabouttimex2]

How Can We Use Y/N?

So I’ve been watching Delicious in Dungeon, and… thinking about Beastman!Y/N. Or, rather- how the party consumes them.

Maybe outright eating them is off-limits, because, you know, Y/N is still a person, and cannibalism tends to bring about some pretty nasty stuff. Marcille is hard on that stance. She’s opened up to a lot of different foods, sure, that’s true- but she’s not eating a person! The potential for diseases and sickness is too high, no matter how you prepare the food, after all.

But eating isn’t the only way for someone or something to be consumed! Time is consumed! Energy is consumed! Labor is consumed! Products are consumed!

So what can we make out of Y/N?

Maybe you’ve been fused with the soul of something like a Firefly Squid, shifting your flesh to bear a pleasing bioluminescence- and if sometimes a tentacle falls off or is chopped clean in combat? Well, Laios doesn’t really see the issue in skinning the rubbery tendril to make glow-in-the-dark hilt wraps and canteens… even if his friends think that it’s a little gross.

Or maybe you’re some form of Cervidae, bearing a soft, short pelt and a pair of antlers to boot, which means… you’ll end up shedding at the end of the year, and the team now has a fresh set to utilize! The keratin is good for carving, especially if you’re making arrowheads or figurines. If nothing creative comes to mind, they’re at least good for trading to orcs or kobolds.

But I’d like to think that you’re a cute little Valais Blacknose, who hasn’t quite learned to trim your own fur, so it’s up to the Touden Party to take up the shears and chop those woolen locks! Chilchuck is a little estranged from his family, admittedly, but he’s still a father of three, and has learned a bit about haircare in the process. Expect lots of reminders to “hold still, dammit!” and maybe a few “oh, shit”s along the way, but the Half-Foot will get you fixed up.

Once he’s trimmed you into a presentably adorable little lamb, it’s finally possible to walk around without tripping over your own fluff, and see without a collage of thick headbands pinned in place to hold back a storm of woolen locks… and the team is left with several pounds of fluffy wool.

And team Touden does not waste resources- especially if those supplies are coming from their precious little Y/N!

So the team scrambles to find a way to use all of the floof, each one taking a portion to use in some way, at least.

Laios knows that winding his cooking ware with spun wool will only make them harder to clean, especially if blood or fat soak into the threads, and he really doesn’t want to waste such a soft part of his dear Y/N by having to throw them out over something like a minor spill… which also rules out his sword’s grip, because, again, wool holds nasty fluids really well. Probably he’ll settle for something extremely practical that can be used many times over, like a pair of socks or gloves. It’s not impossible for the monster enthusiast to keep a handful of unprocessed fluff in his pocket, just so he has something to grab and squish during stressful or boring trips… or so he can “prove” to nearby parties/“friends” how soft you are. (Shuro and Kabru are on the receiving end of more than a few rants.)

Ever practical, Senshi probably makes cheesecloth from your threads, albeit over the course of several days spent knitting the yarn together. If he doesn’t have that sort of time, or maybe just not the motivation, he’ll bind himself up a washcloth or two- perfect for sopping up cooking spills, or scrubbing the inside of a pan. And, now that you can actually see without constantly peeling pounds of fluff from your eyes, expect to given more tasks during cooking. Anything to keep you close and safe. It’s also very probable that he’ll have you on a “Beastman-friendly” diet comprised heavily of leafy meals and chopped veggies. Maybe he’ll even scrounge up some hay, or cut and bind up some grass to have on hand for you as a snack. He won’t even consider this strange- to Senshi, it’s just the proper way to take care of someone that he obsesses over the safety of cares for.

Happy to have “monster” supplies that she doesn’t have to eat, Marcille binds a few of the finer threads into a set of little ribbon for her hair. I also imagine that she’d be primarily responsible for taking caring if your hair after the cut, so she’ll make a few extra in order to style yours like she styles hers. If there’s plenty extra when everyone else is done taking their share, the elf girl just might make herself a little plushy version of you to sleep with… and one of Falin, too.

Divorced father of three, deft of hand Chilchuck has learned his way around a needle… mostly. It’s not above him to maybe weave something nice up for his daughters, like matching bracelets. He’ll want six in total, one for him and his ex, three for his daughters, and one for you- just so everyone in the “family” has a common thread to bind them. A particularly young Y/N will most likely be adopted by the Tims family at the end of their journey, providing a safe and happy (if viciously protective and smothering) space for them to grow. His daughters receive letters every now and then, each one waiting anxiously to meet the individual who is; unbeknownst to them, being propositioned as a brand new family member. Even his ex is mildly excited at the thought of someone brand new to raise, given that all her daughters are grown and moving on in the world. Maybe it’s what they need to get back together… or maybe that’s just the possessiveness talking.

And for Izutsumi… she wants a new scarf. Not that she knows how to knit, or has any interest in learning, but still. The cat girl will scrounge up a hefty handful of wool and toss it into Marcille’s lap with a huff, demanding a properly knit scarf to add to her arsenal. And although she’s not exactly above whining or making threats to get her way, there’s no need- the mage is totally on board to have every member of the party decked out in the softest parts of their collective favorite member. So, Izutsumi gets her scarf, and then everyone finally has a part of Y/N to keep close and hold dear.

Not that anyone is going to start ignoring the real thing, unfortunately for you.

[moirindeclermont]

Day 5 of my Polin Kinktober. Prompt: cock-warming (the other prompt was DP, but apparently I can't write that one without 5k words of emotional justification, so it will come but at another time)

For now, enjoy this!

Pen was sitting on her husband lap.

That was nothing new. They discovered pretty soon in their marriage that she loved sitting on his lap and he loves having her on him all the time.

So it become an habit of their, as soon as it was possible to have her on his lap. And when they were discussing something, they would also sit like that, so they could talk and still be close.

That time though, they weren't discussing. She was simply enjoying her moment, thinking how little she knew of intimacy only just a few months prior.

"What are you thinking, my love?" He asked her, whispering in her ear, dropping the book he was reading.

She shivered, his voice so close always made her feel hot and bothered, as she answered honestly.

"I was thinking that before this - us - I loved the idea of kissing you. That's why I asked you that night."

He nodded. "I'm so glad you did."

"And after, well, I've realized that there was so much more. I guess I'm wondering if there is still more."

He smiled at her.

"Love, I can tell you that the ways people do sex an intimacy are pretty much limited only by the fantasies and the enjoyment of the people doing it. And, what I've learned, is that, with the right person, even the most basic stuff can become an emotional hurricane." He said, kissing her and caressing her back.

"Flattery will get you anywhere, husband," she whispered back, but she was pleased. Then, Colin spoke again.

"That this position we are in, for instance. As of now it's pretty basic. Not proper but not scandalous either. But..."

Oh, she was interested in this.

"We could make it more improper. I could stay inside you, not moving or doing anything really, just enjoying your warmth, until we can't physically restrain us from move."

There were only a couple of things she loved more than the feeling of him inside her, so that for her was an easy choice.

"Sure, let's try it."

She wanted to try everything with him.

He smirked at her. "My wanton wife. You are truly my match. I don't think someone else can match my appetite."

She preen at his praise, getting up to allow him to take himself out. He was only half hard.

"One day I think I'd want to stay under the desk, keeping you warm while you work."

Colin moaned.

"Come here, I want to make sure you're ready for me," he said, his voice dropping an octave as she lift her skirts up.

His fingers were quick to find her entrance. "I'll warm you up a bit, Pen, I don't want to hurt you," and Pen sat on the edge od the desk behind her, spreading her legs.

"Please, be my guest."

He used his fingers expertly, both inside her and on her pearl, until she was moaning and ready for him to take her.

Colin accompanies her to sit on him again, as he was fully hard now.

They both gasped at the sensation, Pen was having a hard time not to move, but Colin made her relax, caressing her back and making out with her, until she was comfortable again.

She melt into his embrace, as he retook the book he was reading before.

"Read for me, Colin," she asked so his voice could distract her from moving.

His voice was deep and intimate, reading slowly, until she was floating, their union the only thing keeping her anchored.

She didn't know how much they stayed like that. Sometimes she moved a bit, only for them to moan quietly, waiting for the arousal to drop. It was excruciating and sublime. She didn't believe she could relax this much.

She did fell asleep for a while, dropping her head on Colin's shoulder.

She woke up short after, Colin must have take her in his arms and move both of them on the sofa.

"Welcome back, my love," he said kissing her, the movement making their union sparkling again.

"Mmm, Colin, can you move now? I feel like I'm going to explode if you don't move."

He chuckled. "It's the same for me as well, " he answered, before starting thrusting into her.

Still, even with all the pent up arousal they both had over the hours, they could not seem to be ale to go much faster.

Colin pushed inside her until he was hard again: slow, deep thrusts that made her moan. It was like moving through a dense substance, everything highlighted and bright.

She moved as well, rotating her hips, as if she was drawing an eight with them, stimulating her core as well. She dripped her head backwards, closing her eyes as pleasure sparkled. His hands were on her hips now, making her taking him even deeper.

Her own hands went to her bosom, needing a touch there as well

"Can you take them out? I'd like to suck on your nipples as well," he murmured, his eyelids almost closed. She managed to do as asked, Colin now hungrily licking and sucking.

Their orgasms took both of them by surprise, first Pen and then Colin. She opened her mouth in a O shape, the intensity of the feeling making her tremble. Colin, right after her, trembled as well, finishing deeply into her.

She dropped on his shoulder again, as Colin was praising her andkissing her neck.

If she loved being on his lap before, after that time she could hardly do anything else for a very, very, long time.

[murdrdocs]

NSFW alphabet with Ethan please!!

i've never ever done one of these so this is a first !!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

super doting, caring, can't stop running his hands along your skin and body and keeps you close (he's clingy so he can't do hookup culture)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his fav body part of himself, he's confident in his facial appearance and also just like his body bc he works rlly hard on it (jack); urs, he loves everything srsly but he's an ass man idc idc

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming over ur body and "marking his territory"; also would die to come inside

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes seeing u cry and it feels wrong but he can't help it (he's also stolen your panties before)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

we all know he's inexperienced but he's done unnecessary research and has read smut once or twice (makes him blush incredibly bad) to learn what u might like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press!!! also reverse cowgirl

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

oh he loves giggly sex like he thought that sex had to be this serious, overly romantic and sensual and sexy thing but then you giggle when he makes a minor mistake and it's not a condescending giggle at all so he's laughing too so now he loves the sweet, light sex

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not super well groomed at first but if you express any discomfort (or how upsetting the double standards are) he's literally willing to get brazillians with you

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's romantic in his own way; he tries super hard and that stress sometimes hinders the moment but you love him so much and the love he has for you is so well known that you're swooning no matter what

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

chronic masturbator, before and after you; but after you he's so willing to send vids of him jacking off as soon as you're even slightly busy

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

as aforementioned: dacryphilia; dom/sub (likes being in charge but he's a switch for sure), breath play (for him), impact play (for him), voyeurism, diy porn/home videos

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the usual but he has a thing for semi-public stuff ie the bathroom at a party or teasing you while at a restaurant

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally just you like he's madly in love; doesn't take much to get him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't think he's into piss stuff (even holding which bummer for me); also cuckolding he seems possessive

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

doesn't have a preference in giving or receiving; not so skilled in giving but he's a fast learner and a good listener

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the night really; also depends on the moment and if he's feeling all mean!ethan or not

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

lovesss a good quickie just to get the adrenaline out or if he's super horny; prefers actual fucking tho bc he needs that sensuality that he can't get in only quickies

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

definitely willing to experiment but he has his limits

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as i said, chronic masturbator so he can go some rounds; but he doesn't always last long because you're you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

has a single cock ring that you bought him at first as a joke, but he uses it when you're not there and he's jacking off to the thought of you; loves to buy you toys and watch you use them or sometime he uses them on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves to tease but he's a hypocrite because he can't take teasing; as soon as you're teasing him he's whining and glaring at you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not loud because he's still a little shy; whimperer; whiner; groans and gasps; lives for every single sound you make

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

into stepsibling porn

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ripped; not a lot of chest hair but has a pronounced happy trail; solid length and girth ratio

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high as shit but it's not as bad as it used to be

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

quick as hell; but wakes up about an hour in for a snack and pee

[tropylium]

How to be More Agentic

Ask for things. Ask for things that feel unreasonable, to make sure your intuitions about what’s reasonable are accurate (of course, try not to be a jerk in the process). If you’re only asking for things you get, you’re not aiming high enough.

(We have a saying in Finnish, roughly "darers will dare", with a connotation that well someone's gotta, or else things will not get done… "Daring" is a relatively general pro-agency sentiment but the "darer" part is important also I think; once you have a thought like "oh yeah I'm an asker I will sometimes ask for stuff" about yourself, that already makes it easier to ask, even if you still feel skittlish about rejection or similar)

It’s hard to overstate how overpowered [seeking feedback] is. If you aren’t trying to get real feedback from people who know you, you’re cooking without tasting. This is, like, the lowest hanging fruit for self-improvement, but few people really try to pick it.

(Note to self yeah, I think I can function decently with relatively little social contacts but it's felt for a long time that I am nerfed by not having good sounding boards for talking ideas about my life over with)

Most subject matter is learnable, even stuff that seems really hard. But beyond that, many (most?) traits that people treat as fixed are actually quite malleable if you (1) believe they are and (2) put the same kind of work into learning them as you would anything else. As you might gather, I think agency itself is a good example (…) Many other supposedly fixed traits can likewise be altered. Some other things you can learn: confidence, charisma, warmth, tranquility, optimism. Someone recently asked me how one might go about learning charisma, and the answer was really boring: by reading a few books, watching many hours of charismatic people interacting with others, and adopting a few of their habits. This is surely a plan of action most people could come up with if they didn’t have the notion that charisma is innate lodged in their heads.

(A.k.a. "growth mindset", and crucially yes!, it is itself learnable, learn some of that first of all and it will help you with many many things)

Burnout is the ultimate agency-killer. This is so true that I’ve learned to identify a reduction in agency as one of the first signs of burnout, one that shows up even before I consciously realize what’s happening. A switch flips and I start looking for ways to rule out ideas and actions, to conclude they won’t work or aren’t necessary, rather than chasing better versions. (…) This might be the most important item on the list. It took me almost 40 years to learn it, because my instinct is to think more hours mean more productivity as long as you’re really trying to be productive -- that’s just multiplication, right? No. The reality is that grinding, even if it temporarily increases output, kills creativity and big picture thinking. My rule is never to take instructions on how hard I should work from someone who hasn’t burned out before. Very few people take this seriously enough.

(Extremely true. No amount of exerting agency helps when your issue is burning out for overexerting. Take breaks, don't expect to get miracles done by any set point in your life, learn your limitations; might be a good idea to work on them too but ignoring them doesn't get you past them one bit. "Your body will schedule maintenance for you if you don't")

[tales-of-wocdes]

is sexism a thing In this world? Because I can see Harvard trying his damndest (probably again this wishes, since he strikes me as a man who cares a lot for equality) to teach mc to cook and clean and what not meanwhile my mc is being a complete menace and a dumbass just destroying and eating and poking everything. I can hear lexia in the background screaming to Harvard “SHE ATE THE SOAP AGIAN”.

The soap thing is totally something I can see happening. I imagine, the first time went something like (you said your MC is a she so let's go with that):

"It's made from animal or monster fat, I think." Lexia says glancing over at the bar of soap you are looking over.

That sounds tasty. You heard one of the cooks say that fat equals flavor... So, you take a bite.

"Oh damn it, Havard! Get over here! She's eating things again!"

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Havard absolutely cares that everyone, especially the children are equal. Cooking and cleaning is something everyone should know at least the basics of for him, among other things. How to stay warm, and the value of money, the much discussed "talk" etc. is all stuff he things everyone should know or learn. MC is of course his personal charge so he would prefer that MC learns well... but, I can't control what kind of chaotic little terrors your MCs are :D

The sexism gets a bit into lore stuff so below. And it lead me on a bit of a lore dump.

Sexism is a thing, but not so rampant in Firgrat and the continent the Ancients actively rule. Not to say it does not exists in Firgrat or the continent, people have their opinions and it is a huge city. In the underbelly of the city, I am sure there are all sorts of people who have their opinions and try to enforce them in whatever limited ways they can. In other parts of the world, I would say it is more common. Not everywhere of course.

The Ancients are very much by the type of rulers to try and enforce that everyone is treated equally in a societal sense. For example, there is no nobility in Firgrat because the Ancients do not see how being born is somehow an accomplishment or should give you power over others. Something visiting dignitaries sometime have a lot of trouble with.

Of course, wealth is a dividing factor. While taxation is progressive, the more you earn the more you pay, it does not mean that significant gap does not exist. There is of course, effort being put into giving everyone the chance to excel. The orphanage can be viewed as one such project. However, this is still very much a work in progress.

The Ancients try to enforce that before the law, every life has the same "value" so to speak. That status does not affect treatment and the circumstances of one's birth have nothing to do with how people should be treated.

However, of course it is people doing the practical work in law enforcement and administration, the Ancients have a lot of stuff to worry about and it is doubtful they even know the laws of their city in any detail (at least most of them). And people can be corrupted, bribed etc. However, in few societies does getting caught and investigated from "above" mean quite so much, because there is an absolute authority that can interfere and is "active" so to speak. Slow at times, sense of time is hard for ancient things, but still active.

It is also not that the Ancients are one cohesive whole who always agree either. But they just need to agree on the big picture and leave the details to their "minions", so to speak. Then only interfere if needed :D

I seem to have strayed a bit far from the question, but I hope you are happy with the answer :D

[ast4tarion]

Mike Schmidt - NSFW Alphabet

i Hope you simps like it :)

A - Aftercare

very much into affectionate aftercare, he praises how good of a job you did or thank yous for helping him get his stress out. he’s the first to get up and grab the two of you some water and a snack and changes the sheets for you (he often forgets about his stuff own aftercare and you remind him to lay down and let himself rest too)

B - Body Part

he’s a thighs man all the way. when you’re not having sex he loves to lay in your lap and use them as a pillow but oh boy when you are doing it he’s grabbing hard enough to leave bruises his hands roam but they’ll always come back to grabbing your thighs

C - Cum

very heavy cummer and embarrassed about it. he spurts very thick loads and leaks so much precum that you rarely need lube. he apologizes for how wet he gets your sheets or how much cum he coats you in but honestly? you can’t get enough of licking it off of him. god forbid he cums inside you because you will be leaking for hours

D - Dirty Secret

He’s not been with many people so he has trouble expressing his fantasies because he’s naturally a quiet guy but he wants to get behind you on the kitchen counter so badly. The walls are echo-y and Abby is often around so he hasn’t gotten the chance but the idea of you being pinned to the counter so close that all he can do is get deeper and deeper with each thrust makes him leak through his boxers

E - Experience

very inexperienced and nervous the first couple times. He’s stuck to himself for a long time so his partners can all be counted on one hand but he always observes and tries to learn quickly what works well when you get together

F - Favourite Position

reverse cowgirl because it puts him in the perfect position to grab your thighs hard and pull them apart, using the leverage he gets with easy access to your thighs/waist to pull you down onto his cock harder

G - Goofiness

he’s not necessarily cracking jokes but he lets his sarcasm and smiles slip through sometimes. he’ll try and hide his occasional giggle into your shoulder or the sheets but you always tease him and ask him what’s so funny which makes him smile more. you love his smile, and you like that you can make him smile during sex because it lets him be happy and physically/emotionally vulnerable

H - Hair

His body hair is fairly thick on his arms and chest and trails down into his pants too. he keeps it a bit trimmed, but it’s never bothered him to be a bit hairier down there

J - Jack Off

A little embarrassed about the topic at first because he dosent want to admit that he’s been jacking it thinking of you, but if you’re schedules have been conflicting and you haven’t been able to catch any alone time he’ll slide his hand into his pants and think about you grinding down on him every once in a while

L - Location

He likes the intimacy that the bedroom provides and unfortunately your options can be a bit limited unless Abby is at school but sometimes when he can’t help himself he needs you so badly he’ll pick you up from your place and drive about 5 minutes to the outskirts of town where it’s quiet and theirs really only the beginnings of roads and natural trails and you’ll touch each other up in the drivers seat

M - Motivation

he has a medium sex drive. it’s not constant and sometimes the two of you will go a couple weeks because the mood dosent particularly strike either of you but when he is horny? you’re definitely not getting any work or tasks done. it may not be often but when he is he can’t keep his hands off your waist or his mouth off your shoulders

N - No

his hard “no’s” are anything that would directly risk your safety or sensory deprivation. he won’t hit, scratch, or hurt you in any way past biting a bit when he gets carried away. he also dislikes anything to do with taking away his senses, he wants to be able to touch and see the whole of you

O - Oral

he’s more confidant in his fingers but knows how to work his tongue on you when needed. His favourite thing to do is spell your name with his tongue while he looks up at you the entire time and your eyes are locked. lots of tongue stamina, he’ll keep sucking and licking past your orgasm making you leak so much slick his mouth is absolutely covered when you’re done. on the receiving end oral makes him finish quick, the feeling of your hot tongue makes his hips buck hard and on occasion he’s apologized repeatedly for loosing control and bucking his cock down your throat on accident

P - Pace

he’s good with any pace though going slow kills him. if you take you’re sweet time licking base to tip he’ll be whimpering in seconds, asking you nicely to please take it in your mouth. even fucking you slow makes him a total mess because all he can think about is going fast and and hearing the filthy sounds your slick makes being pushed into you

Q - Quickies

While he dosent always have the self control to fuck you slow he does like taking his time with you. He likes to make sure he can kiss every part of you and get you really worked up before you do anything and unfortunately quickies don’t let him do that

R - Risk

he dosent like the feeling of being watched so not very into risky public sex. he’d also probably get arrested if he got one more misdemeanor. jails a bit of a turn off </3

T - Toy

he’s never personally used any toys on himself when you use a vibrator on his sensitive tip he’s gushing in seconds absolutely wrecked at the sensation of your fist stroking him at the same time as the buzzing and is fairly unfamiliar with the types but is open to trying some if that’s what you like

U - Unfair

way too much of an affectionate guy to tease you too much. if you’re particularly responsive to something he’ll grunt a “mm, looks like you like that, huh baby?” but he gets way more off to seeing you desperate for his praise

V - Volume

this is the one I’ve been the most excited to write—he’s an absolute whimperer. he’s such a quiet guy that it definitely translates into bed and at first he’s determined to be as quiet as possible but get him worked up enough and this man devolves into absolute breathy desperate whimpers. he’s at his loudest when he’s getting head, every suck or lick has him sucking in his breath and letting out the most filthy moans laced with your name. you love to do your worst when you both have to be quiet because Abby is in the next room over but he just can’t help the loud whimpers and the occasional beg for you his baby his sweetheart and you have to have him cover his mouth because he’s practically drooling when he tips his head back and moans

W - Wild Card

your especially proud of the time you made him cum untouched. in the drivers seat of his car and you were sitting in his lap facing him grinding on the length that was straining desperately against his jeans and you just kept grinding and whispering in his ear sucking on his jaw and neck and you decided to try something new and whisper “who’s my good boy?” into his ear and he immediately stopped kissing you; you stopped too to ask him if he was okay and when you looked down you saw the patch on the front of his pants that he was trying to cover with his hand you laughed and he got sooooo embarrassed and you promised him good head so he could properly cum next time

X - X-Ray

you definitely noticed the way that bulge sat in his jeans 👀 when he’d wear sweatpants youd catch a glimpse but the first time you saw it you were impressed. He’s a good seven inches with a pretty pink tip that matches the blush on his face

Y - Yearning

he’s very polite with how he asks if you want to have sex and he always asks. He definitely throws in a little tease here and there by touching your chest or sucking on your neck but he always asks something along the lines of “are you up for sex?” before taking it any further

Z - Sleepy

he has a hard time falling asleep in general so you’re usually the first one to go to bed after, but he definitely gets sleepy when he plays with your hair and his kisses get sloppier as the tiredness really sets into his bones

[shkika]

do you think slugcats actually wawa? It is a fairly popular fanon sure but I have been wondering for the last few days. We know slugcats must have some decent hearing - some of the map markers are explicitly the slugcat using its hearing to differentiate between other living creatures in other rooms and so on (although the actual passages they apparently just commit to the memory). Probably not as good as black lizard hearing but pretty good. However this part of gameplay as proof of canon worldbuilding might be taken with a grain of salt

that may suggest that audial communication between slugcats may actually be pretty hard to hear for humans - similar to how we cannot hear most of audible signals of various rodents. The problem is, well, it is a gameplay concession for the most part and tbh the way gameplay is integrated with worldbuiding - the devs made an attempt but the realization is imho wonky at best and misleading at worst.

back to wawas, we can try to draw a comparison between domestic cats and slugcats wherein meow is something mostly relegated to 'babytalk' and a specific type of call which some cats, especially those who grew up with humans, adopt for cat to human communication (with cats who grew up without much human interaction sometimes never taking up a habit of meowing even if they end up living with humans later on and actively engaging with them positively). In this case a wawa is a specific signal that is either used for example in danger (owing to how we hear a wawa like sound in one of the danger alert osts) or during communication with the young.

this assumes we take danger osts as actually symbolically reflective of something.

Howerver! While just like the map it seems to be largely a gameplay concession, most of slugcat out of cutscene (aka the gourmand ending slides) communication is reliant on body language. Pointing, jumping, things like that. Even with the pups we mostly interact via those things. Which... either suggests a dimension of pup interaction we do not see because of the gameplay limitations or we should take it as wawa not being a slugcat 'babytalk'.

Which leaves wawas with a very dubious space as a potential 'can be fit into canon' or not.

Oh I'm SO sorry, but I don't think slugcats wawa at all,,

I just think Rivulet ONLY can scream.

Slightly longer ramble under cut!

I think lore and gameplay are mostly done pretty well! For example the cycle mechanic is something you can only really theorize on if you look at both gameplay and lore. You get to experience the pain of cycles all on your own!

As for wawas.. as you have mentioned, they mostly use body language and art. Picture from Gourmand campaign ↓

Spearmaster draws too, and uses sign language to communicate with Suns. And I hear you. "Spearmaster is domesticated, they don't count" and you're right!

BUT

The fact they can learn such complicated sign language would imply they have the capacity for it in their brain to learn and memorize a language so complicated in the first place. Unless that was modified as well.

But it is more intuitive for slugcats to understand gestures than speech, which is why they need the mark of communication as they otherwise just hear incomprehensible garble. Their brains weren't made for many complicated noises. Yet when they DO have the mark they are capable of understanding extremely complicated sentences and such.

The wawas in threat themes are just the track not actual noise your slugcat makes. A lot of tracks have quite the bizarre sounds in them.

I think slugcats draw, point and jump to communicate. They're rodents that sign!

My only self-indulgent funny headcanon is.. as forementioned, that Rivulet can scream. There is no proof or basis for this. It's just incredibly creepy and funny to me.

This is why that creature wanders alone. Cursed being.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Banda Sunato - NSFW Alphabet

Dear god this gif <3

Warnings: +18 - MDI - NSFW - Mentions of kinks - Blood - Degradation -Dub/con - Possible abuse - This is Banda he is a red flag -

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Banda can be many things but he CANT be soft. After sex he would either go for a shower for himself and not even ask if you need anything (will only ask if you want to join him).

Only if it was a very and i mean a very hardcore session of sex Banda would take you and force you to shower and take care of your injuries (he loves tu bring his knife to the bed).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: His hands. He loves to see them chocking you or using them to abuse your cunt with his fingers till you are crying for him to stop.

Yours: Thights and neck. Loves these two spots of you. He can mark your neck with his bites leaving it all purple for anyone to see. And he can cut your thights and play with your fear of being cut too deep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Oh, he LOVES to end in your mouth and face. Likes to see your post orgasm face and how his cum comes out from your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has no secrets because he has no filter on what he wants to do to you. Maybe his only secret is that him films your sessions together just in case you ever want to leave him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say a 50% ? Seems like the type of guy who does not care about sex that much but has had a few share of experiences.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Probably you tied down on the bed. (does that count?). He likes to have full control over you, and seeing you so vulnerable just awakes something primal inside him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I would say he is MEAN. He likes to push ur limits and taunt you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

FREE HC BECAUSE I GOT NO IDEA.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As i said before, he is mean and not romantic at all. Even if you are something more to him he is still a bastard who sees sex more of a way to satisfie his needs and not yours.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

HELL YES. Banda stalked you for sometime and would jack off when you were unaware of his presence, he keeps doing it but now at the tapes he has made of both of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Degradation

Dom/Sub (he is the dom)

Fear play

Public sex

Dacryphilia

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Any place at any time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any type of expose skin you have or blood. If he is back after a killing you bet you are being fucked for good. He also LOVES risks. If you two are for some reason in a cinema he will make you on top of him and ride him during the movie.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

This is Banda he does not have a "no".

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Defenitly prefers receiving, likes to use you as his sex toy and your mouth of course wont be left behind. He is also pretty harsh when doing it ignoring your cries (that turns him even more).

He may not be that good at giving oral at first but once he learns your weak spots you are a goner.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

ROUGH. This man has the time of his life seeing you under him with your head pulled back and telling him be is being too hard. Does not care.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh, they are a yes. Sometimes he would have a victim to track down and has no time to go all wild. These are the times he uses for a quickie, or during mornings if he feels like it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Will take any risk. For hiw own amusment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Mhm, lets say three rounds in a good day.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He only uses when he is with you. Wont let you use them alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A LOT. Dont worry he will make you cum but will make you beg for it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

When he feels like being extra nasty, he gets loud. But other times he is quiet, only letting out some groans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Banda thinks he owns you, no matter how or why you two started to have sex you are now HIS. He wont stop killing or hurting others (including your loved ones). But you are his and only his to use.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Normal. He only gets hyper sexual if he is back from a recent kill.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much he wants to torment you or laught about something. This also depends on what type of relationship you two are.

Friends with benefits, victim and abuser, boyfriend and gilfriend (probably by manipulation), both are crazy and like the sex, the dynamic change depending on it BUT he will still be a mean bastard who seeks hiw own pleasure and you are just a way to get to it.

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recently i had to set a tickle boundary with an online friend who teases me pretty regularly. he took it pretty well and apologized for pushing the boundary w/o realizing, but i want to get better at setting boundaries before i’m backed into a corner. any advice?

We all may experience having our boundaries, big and small, crossed by accident throughout our lives. Some unfortunately on purpose because some people suck. Some of us learn what our boundaries are by having them crossed. Though there are ways to help minimize having our boundaries crossed.

When you talk to your friend next, you could share how you are feeling at the moment. “Hey! I’m open to being teased, though maybe lighter teases as I didn’t have a good day at school.” or “I’m not really in the mood for teases tonight, maybe we can talk about [vanilla topic] instead.”

Know what you like and what you’re into, and also know what you’re definitely not into! If you only share what you’re into, the other person could be like, “Oh, well they didn’t say anything about [potential dislike/soft limit/hard limit]!” and go ahead and try it anyway. Know what you don’t like and don’t want to try! You can go down a list of fetishes, or porn categories, and organize them into Likes, Dislikes, Soft Limits, and Hard Limits. When I was open to making online friends, I had a pre-written paragraph and Word document that I would send them on my boundaries, what I’m into, what I’m not into, nicknames I like and don’t like, tease I like and don’t like, etc. With your friend and future friends, you can send them this pre-written boundary list so they know how to tease you comfortably! Also, no boundary is too weird or too small! All boundaries must be respected.

Be comfortable saying no when you need to say it. I still struggle with this and will get myself caught in situations I didn’t want to be in. If things are feeling a bit off, or you already know it’s not going in the direction you were wanting or expecting, or they just say or do something uncomfortable, you can say no and stop that interaction before it escalates further. Trust your gut! You know yourself, and sometimes we have that instinct that something is off. And if you somehow “read wrong,” you were protecting yourself- something went off inside you for a reason, and it’s great you put yourself first and responded to those feelings. That’s more important than being teased and playing.

Practice being a good communicator and negotiator! Always have an open line of communication, always share how you’re feeling and how you’re doing. You always want to be on the same page. Don’t play games, don’t assume, guess, or mind read. It’s ALWAYS better to ask questions and get your answers than assuming and guessing. Some people may feel asking too many questions ruins the mood, most people find it very respectful, courteous, and attractive~. (Some people find the kink discussion and negotiation of a scene as the scene!) I feel a safe and great play partner is someone that wants to know you, and takes their time making sure you’re comfortable and feel safe. Check in with each other. “Are you in the mood for teasing/playing?” “What kind of teases/play would you like right now?” “How do you feel about me calling you [this nickname]?” “What do you think of this text post?” “What do you think of the activities in this video?”

A reminder too, being a good friend and play partner is a two way street! You both need to be good, open communicators and listeners!

Hope you find this helpful! :)

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Pegging headcanons w/ Shenhe, Ningguang & Keqing!

CW: Sub!Male!Reader, masochism/sadism (Sadist!Keqing)

Under the cut.

(Image by ツ︎ryan !)

Shenhe

She is going to be the one to suggest it, that’s for sure.

In preparation for entering the inevitable intimacy of your relationship, Shenhe did the only thing she could think of - she hit the books. She didn’t learn much, obviously. But she did learn what the prostate is.

She kept that in mind, even asking you about it at some point. 

After you agreed to let her explore your body, Shenhe grabbed a bottle of lube and a rubber glove, and went to work. 

The disciple found your body to be responding very well. She didn’t expect you to be this loud, actually… So she did what she found to always bring more pleasure - increase the speed and intensity.

So her collection of dildos was put to use soon. Her selection of straps is quite vanilla - just normal shaped toys, all rubber and varying in size. 

Seriously, this girl… she made measurements to have even the littlest of straps in her collection rub against your prostate mercilessly. 

Likes to train you. At first, it was very hard to cum without direct stimulation to your dick, but over time - and of course lots and lots of fucking - you could do it in barely a minute if she picked the pace and angle right.

Shenhe likes to add a fleshlight to keep you fully stimulated. 

Cumming with her strap inside, her hand around a cock sleeve on your shaft, and her other strong hand gripping your inner thigh is heaven, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

“Hmm… Your body seems to be responding to the six inch well… How about we jump to the eight inch now? Huh? Too big? Oh, my love, don’t sell yourself short - I know you can take it.”

Ningguang 

The fact that Ningguang likes her man masculine and strong doesn't mean she isn't into pegging. 

In fact, she loves it to death. The prospect of fucking a strong man in his cute butt gets her really excited. And Ningguang is one of the girls that, when they want something, they will get it. 

So spread or bend over for Ningguang, because she's in the mood to turn the tables. 

It's always a whole ordeal with her. She loves to invite you to a luxurious dinner or watch a movie, only to then pull out the strap and peg you. She loves to wear high heels, thigh-highs, long sleeve gloves and black lingerie for the occasion. 

Gently, but decisively - that's the way she pegs you. It's all about technique, not speed for her. Intense fucking is great, sure, but it's her way of hitting you little pleasure button that gets you leaking precum like a broken faucet. 

Your hands? Tied behind your back, always. She can't have you touching yourself, now can she? Your cock throbs and cries precum so beautifully every time she hits your p-spot, so why would she end the show? 

The only way you are going to cum is from pure pegging when she does it. Don't worry, though - her precise technique will leave you spurting really soon. 

You are usually quite silent during sex, as most men are. She thinks pegging is a great opportunity to make you moan and whine, and she's so into that. 

"Yeah…just like that, baby. Be loud for me. Fufu, look at it throb… fucking your butt sure gets you hard and desperate, doesn't it?" 

Keqing

Men are so annoying, Keqing thinks. Lady Ningguang is right to keep them at a distance. They are loud, overwhelming and obnoxious, and they smell bad. Sometimes all she wants is to put them in their place… Good that she has you on hand, willing to submit to her.

She has nothing against men and you in reality. She just likes to indulge her sadistic dominant side from time to time. All she does is preceded with a proper discussion about boundaries. 

As a dom, her duty is to respect your hard boundaries and explore your soft limits. That's what she believes, and she can prove it any time. 

Though Keqing prefers receiving pain, she can just as well cause it. 

Pegging for her is a way to kill two birds with one stone - it's immasculating, and it's a bit painful, but still pleasurable enough to have you begging to be fucked by her. Or maybe you're just a stupid masochist, huh? 

Her collection of straps is a scary sight to behold for any sub, that's for sure. Most of them are big, studded or spiked in some way. They are both to be used on her and on you, if you misbehave. 

With Keqing, pegging is a punishment. Because how can you possibly enjoy it? A girl is roughly stretching your tight ass with a plastic cock, and you are enjoying it, moaning and whimpering like there's no tomorrow… She loves to tease, or even mock you about it during the act. 

Don't even think about her touching your cock. Stroking it to completion yourself makes you even more laughable in her eyes. Oh, and if you cum before she is satisfied, don't expect her to stop. 

Her style is fast and rough. Taking your ass doggy style is her favorite, as it allows her to go really aggressive, as well as slap your ass and pull on the leash she attached to your collar. The moans and pleading for more make you look like a bitch. Her bitch. 

Just like Ningguang, Keqing likes to dress up for you. While she wears luxurious and complex lingerie, you'll be completely nude. It really amplifies the dynamic, she thinks. 

She might be mean during the act, but she is everything but in the aftercare. It's all just make believe, she will remind you of that. She'll tell you you're handsome, smart and beautiful, just so you don't forget. 

She knows how much you love this, so she has some normal sized and textured dicks for softer sessions. During them, expect nothing but praise from her. 

Still, Keqing loves some hardcore pegging from time to time. 

"Ugh, why are you whining so much? I'm only fucking your ass, absolutely destroying your tight little ring and assaulting you prostate… Heh, maybe you do have a reason. So tell me  how good this rubber cock makes you feel, boy. "

Thanks for reading!