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[patrochillesvibes]

Classics Fandom Wall of Shame

All I want to do is to enjoy Patroclus x Achilles content. To ship one of the oldest ships of known history. But people just gotta be bigots about it.

Anyways, here's my wall of shame of human garbage in no particular order:

@thehelplessmortals - Racist

this post

@margaretkart - Racist

this post

@alatismeni-theitsa - Racist

this post

[stopfeelinginvisible]

hi. i go by louis (loo-ee) or saint (subject to change) , but if you're cool enough i might tell you my real name. i'm 19, he/him or nyx/nyxself. i'm transmasc and genderfluid. considering using this blog to help pay for hrt in the future but as of now it's just for funsies. bonus points if you know where my blog name/title are from.

my venmo is @\stopfeelinginvisible (vampire supreme) if you wanna send me a treat <3

here are some non-sexual things i enjoy: interview with the vampire, x-men, marvel, fantasy, music (lots of music! currently listening to a lot of deftones, hozier, slipknot, johnny goth, godsmack, halsey), knitting and crocheting, 100% gaming videos, cooking, the boys, stranger things, lisa frankenstein, horror movies

18+ only. ageless blogs/minors will be blocked. everyone is allowed here, but i prioritize trans people as i feel the most safe with y'all! (and you're the hottest) psa to straight people: if you think i'm hot, you're not straight. psa to straight men: please stop sending me your dick. i don't want to see it. i also don't want you to top me in tumblr dms. especially if your blog is blank. got it?

important info + things i'm into under the cut

more about me: i am autistic, i tend to talk too much but i'm working on it. i may go through periods of being completely inactive without warning as i am on the ace spectrum and i need a break sometimes. i'm not currently in a sexual relationship but i'm not too keen on starting any online ones at the moment. i always encourage friends though.

boundaries: feel free to send asks and dms. i am not obligated to reply to you. do not send photos of your genitals without asking. other body parts are fine.

dni rules: i don't have a strict dni list, just be a normal person and we're good. i'll block you if i need to but i am not a liberal blocker. i do not vet who i reblog from, i don't neccessarily endorse whatever they've got going on on their pages. if you frequently post about things i don't like i don't care, just do not tag my posts as such and do not expect me to follow you.

all of these rules apply to MY blog. i don't care what you do on yours, or what anyone else is doing on theirs.

what can you call me? : tits, chest, cunt, pussy, cock. pretty much anything is fine honestly. you can call me pet, puppy, good girl/boy, thing, doll. any of these are okay with things like "good", "little", "sweet", etc. added on. do not degrade me without permission. no pet names like baby, darling, honey, etc. without permission. i am not a man, i am not a woman, and you can't change that (unless you're trans and you want to. then i'm a little more flexible)

what will i not talk about? : ddlg, rape, bestiality, anything involving bodily fluids aside from blood (and cum sometimes), infantilism, anything involving diapers, military stuff, detrans/misgendering, incest/fauxcest

what am i into, and will talk about here? : petplay, forcemasc, knives/guns/weapons, being threatened, being owned, cowboys, vampires, intox play, t4t stuff, rough housing, being chased/tracked down, blood, breath play, begging, hands, possessiveness, masks, fictional characters i want to dick down, mommy/daddy

what am i okay with, but probably won't talk about? : somnophilia, free use, topping, snuff, anything involving spit, cnc, being fed (in a caretaking context), anal

the above is subject to change!

[megan-is-mia]

I just saw your new prompt list and I hope it's still available for reqs! If not feel free to shot this ask down

I was thinking about prompt number 34 with either Azul or Sebek(?) with a fem!marrionette s/o. I don't know why, but I just thought it would be neat if the s/o is probably based off of Pinocchio, like she's physically a human but she's actually a puppet and her magical pen (or more specifically the gem?) Is what makes her supposedly human.

Sorry for drabbling too much about this, I had too much inspo after rewatching Pinocchio,, OTL

(i tried to get the Pinocchio in but I couldn't get it to work so in compensation you can have both Sebek and Azul) 34. “Let me make love to you, over and over and over again. I just want to make you feel loved. Please.” (Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto x Fem S/o x Yandere! Sebek! Zigvolt) (WARNING NON-CON AND NSFW AHEAD) When (Y/n) signed that contract she had thought maybe her troubles would be over. Since the start of the new term, she had been stalked around campus. She knew exactly who it was dogging her every step: Sebek Zigvolt. Either he was very bad at being stealthy or he wanted her to know he was following her around and frankly she wasn’t sure which was worse. For almost as long as he’d been stalking her, she’d been trying to find a way to make him stop. She tried confronting him about his behavior, no luck. Her acknowledging his actions only seemed to egg him on. She tried tattling on him to his dorm-head, no dice there either. Oh sure it worked in the short-term and she had a day or two of peace before Sebek was back on her tail. (Y/n) couldn't bring herself to bother the Diasomnia dorm-leader again especially since it had taken so much courage to speak to him once. She was running out of options and starting to lose sleep when an idea came to her.

The fact that Azul Ashengrotto could make wishes come true for a price was common knowledge at the school. Yet the young woman had been reluctant to try and enlist his help. They didn't exactly have the best history with each other, as in the octopus had confessed to her last term and she’d had to turn him down in front of a crowd. Despite this fact, (Y/n) was sure they could be civil with each other and work something out. At this point, she was considering life-long enslavement preferable to dealing with Sebek. Even so, she had to have seen something like this coming. Azul seemed unsurprised to see her in his office almost as if he was expecting her. However, in her distress, she’d ignored these warning signs as she made her plea to the young man. She didn't want to be stalked by Sebek anymore and in return, she was willing to pay whatever price the merman set for her. (Y/n) skimmed through the contract that was set in front of her before grabbing a pen and signing her name on the dotted line. As she made the final flourish to finish her name, she knew she had made a grave mistake. She became even more certain of this fact as Azul’s mouth broke into a huge grin and the sound of knocking came from outside the office door. The octopus called out for the person outside to come in and (Y/n) let out a horrified gasp as that mystery person: it was Sebek! The crocodile-fae strode over to the desk and pushed the girl against it with an audible bump as her body made contact. 

“How are you here!? I signed a contract to make you leave me alone!” (Y/n) squeaked staring bug-eyed at Sebek. “Actually Angelfish, that's not what you agreed to at all” Azul said looking down at the girl as she was forced to lay on the desk by the green-haired fae. “The contract you signed was an engagement contract with Zigvolt here. After all, it's not stalking if you’re in a relationship with each other” the octopus added with a smirk as he ran his fingers through her hair. “B-b-but why? Why would you do that Azul?” (Y/n) said, feeling tears well up in her eyes as Sebek ripped the buttons off her uniform jacket. “Because I love you Angelfish, your rejection of my feelings last term really hurt you know. But I didn't let that minor setback keep me down, and I began planning how to fix this situation. That's when Zigvolt here came to me with his own request, he wanted me to make him a love potion to use on you” Azul said with a chuckle. “So the two of us hatched a plan, he’d pressure you into coming to me and I’d make sure you could never leave either of us” Azul finished before beginning to help Sebek get rid of (Y/n)’s clothes so she was lying bare on the desk. For a moment both males just stared in awe at the girl before jolting back into action and pulling their pants down to free their cocks. “No wait please! Don’t do this!” the young woman said quickly catching onto what the two males wanted to do to her now

“Let me make love to you, over and over and over again” Sebek whispered, lining his cock up with the girl’s cunt before sinking into her in one slow motion. “I just want to make you feel loved. Please, let me make you feel loved” Azul said, coaxing (Y/n)’s mouth open and sliding his dick into her mouth until her throat was blocked by the intrusion. Both men began using their mutual darling’s holes to pleasure themselves, barely paying any mind to the pain noises she made as her insides were abused. They’d have plenty of chances in the future to make her feel really good. After all the contract she signed bound her to them completely. If she tried to run or refuse them in any way she would suffer unimaginable pain. It was only fair that she suffered so, for they had suffered just as much if not more from her callous refusals of their affections before today. Azul and Sebek would teach (Y/n) how to be a good partner for them whether she liked it or not, and one day she’d thank them... 

THE END

[bitchin-beskar]

witching hour  part 2

Rating: M

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: continued smuuuuuuut! includes oral (f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, and pre-discussed consensual somnophilia. (Everything that takes place in this story is consensual. Communication is key in any relationship, talk with your partner!!)

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: So, I had an anon request a part 2, and I just couldn’t resist, so here it is! We get to see what Din’s idea of a punishment is. ;););)

Please consider commenting and reblogging! I love the feedback!

Din kept his promise to you, and continued to fuck you against that tree until you were a whimpering, shaking mess. You finally pleaded with him to stop after yet another intense orgasm, and he obliged.

He removed his cape, and wrapped it around you, covering your skin from the increasingly cold air. You clutched at the fabric, but you had barely taken a step before Din stopped you with a hand on your arm. Opening your mouth to ask what was wrong, Din cut you off by tucking his arm around your waist, his other going under your knees as he picked you up.

“Din, what–?” You protested, wiggling slightly in his grasp. “I can walk back to the Crest!”

Din grunted. “Walking bare-footed in these woods is not a good idea.” You sighed, but resigned yourself to being carried, tucking your face into the fabric covering Din’s shoulder and. neck.

You’re not sure how long Din walked through the woods, but eventually he was back at the Crest. He lowered the ramp, and finally let you stand on your own two feet. The two of you entered the ship, and Din gently guided you to his bunk.

“Stay here. I’m going to get us off this kriffing planet.”

You nodded, and Din left. Unwrapping his cape from around your body, you folded it and set it on one of the shelves nearby. Stripping out of your now-dirty undergarments, you pulled one of Din’s long-sleeved shirts out of the drawers near the bed, pulling it on over your head. It fell to your thighs, the sleeves falling over your hands and past your fingers.

You sighed and sat back on the bed. You were exhausted, but you were still wide awake, the ache between your legs telling you that your body still wanted more.

Groaning, you flopped back onto the bed, throwing an arm over your eyes to block out the harsh light from the ceiling fixture.

There was a sudden click, and the lights went out. You knew it was Din, so you didn’t bother moving, just continuing to lay spread out on the sheets. You figured he’d take off his armour, and climb into bed, just like every other night.

But, when you didn’t hear anything, you moved your arm and lifted your head, faintly making out the silhouette of Din standing in the doorway.

“What’s wrong?”

You were worried something had happened, but Din just chuckled, and you knew nothing was seriously wrong. He moved into the room, and you watched as he took off his armour, piece by piece.

“Seriously, Din, what–?”

“You haven’t already forgotten, have you?”

You blinked. ���For–Forgotten what? What are you–” You trailed off as Din suddenly turned, placing his helmet down, and kneeling at the edge of the bed, by where your legs lay.

His hands landed on your knees, fingers gripping lightly. “I told you, you broke the rule. You need to be punished, cyar’ika.” You could feel the smirk on Din’s face, and you whimpered. Din’s idea of punishment was... unique, to say the least.

Din suddenly yanked on your legs, pulling you down the bed. You squeaked, grabbing desperately at the sheets for some kind of stability. Hooking your legs over his shoulders, Din wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you still.

One thing you’d learned about Din was that he had an odd fascination with eating you out. He could go down on you for hours and not get tired. He’d eat you out like he was dying of thirst and you were the only thing that could quench that thirst. He’d bring you to your peak time and time again, and just keep going. A couple times, you’d even passed out, and he just kept going.

It was his favored punishment, but you figured it was less of a punishment for you and more of a reward for him, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

He didn’t put his mouth directly on your cunt, instead pressing kisses against your inner thighs, nipping at the skin when you squirmed just a little too much in his grasp. He sucked small hickies all over the insides of your thighs until you were practically dripping.

He didn’t stop until your thighs were covered in numerous love bites, running the fingers of his right hand reverently over your skin. He took a second to admire them, before he finally, finally turned his attention to your core.

Even though you were expecting it, the first touch of his tongue was like a bolt of lightning to your system. He licked a slow strip up your folds, before circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. You were still sensitive from your earlier activities in the woods, and you instinct was to squirm away from touch.

But Din refused to let you move so much as an inch, tightening his arm over your waist. He picked up speed, alternating between long, slow licks and short little flicks between your folds.

You clenched your fingers in the sheets, little gasps escaping your lips as Din devoured you. The build up wasn’t slow at all, and in practically no time, you came.

Din didn’t even slow down.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as your legs shook on his shoulders. You clutched desperately at his hair, pulling at the strands as he tortured you slowly with his tongue.

Din nipped at your clit gently with his teeth, and a ragged gasp escaped you, causing your fingers to clench around his curls. He groaned into your cunt, the vibrations stimulating you even further.

Keeping one arm clenched tight over your lower hips, Din teased your entrance with his fingers, all while continuing his assault on your clit. Shallowly thrusting two fingers inside you, he pulled his mouth away slightly to whisper dirty promises against your skin.

“So fucking responsive, so pretty, all laid out like this, sweet girl. You’re so fucking tight, you feel so good, it’s a miracle I don’t spend every single minute of every day buried inside this pretty little cunt.”

He curled his fingers against your g-spot, and you screamed as yet another climax washed over you, relentless waves of pleasure battering your already-sensitive nerves.

You could feel your whole body trembling violently, and still Din pinned you down and fucked you with his mouth and fingers. He didn’t care that you were on the brink of insanity, he just wanted to wring as much mind-blowing pleasure from you as he could.

You could see the edges of your vision going dark, your grip on consciousness slowly loosening.

“D–Din, fuck, I’m go–gonna, I’m gonna pass out, shit, Din–!” Your voice was gasping, breathless, as you tried to stay conscious.

Instead of slowing down, Din seemed to speed up, your pleas encouraging him. “Shh, that’s it sweetheart,” he crooned against your thigh. “Just let go, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

The time between your orgasms were growing shorter and shorter, and as yet another one washed over you, you finally lost your battle with consciousness, and you succumbed to the dark.

***

You woke sometime later, although the pitch black surroundings made it difficult for you to tell if you were awake or still asleep.

You’d shifted on the bed it seemed, your head farther up and actually resting on the pillows. Your legs were still spread, and as you went to close them, you realized that Din was still between them. He was pressing feather-light kisses to your thighs, but when you moved, he sat up slightly.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, sweet girl.” He murmured, pressing a kiss against your hip bone. “That was impressive.”

You frowned, and as you tried to shift, you groaned at the twinges that radiated out from your sore cunt. “What was impressive?”

Din chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up. I actually made you squirt, sweet girl.” He sounds so damn proud of himself, even though your cheeks grow hot.

“Maker, Din. I’m sorry, I–”

He cuts you off with a quick flash of teeth on your skin. “Why are you apologizing?”

You look away from his questioning gaze. “I made a mess, I didn’t mean to–!” Your voice squeaked as Din shifted your hips up, placing himself eye level with your cunt once more.

“Did someone tell you that, sweet girl? That it was bad?” At your nod, Din growled. “They’re a di’kut, sweetheart. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He pressed a kiss gently against your swollen nether lips. “And now that you’re awake, I want you to do it again.”

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[itsthejuggernautbitch]

NSFW PROMPT - COLOSSUS

There is a woeful lack of fun stuff for our beloved Tinman, but fear not, I have a prompt list and I’m itching to get writing.

Prompt: “Come sit on my lap, love.”

You’d had a hard day, to say the least.

This random asshole kid who didn’t know he was a mutant decided to suddenly gain his mutant powers, which of course had to be something stupid like the ability to manipulate water. Not that that’s a stupid power. It’s just that what he did with it was pretty stupid.

He couldn’t have flooded three city blocks with clean sink water, or just flooded the river a little bit. No, he had to flood three city blocks with sewer water. Three city blocks were covered in raw sewage.

A shit lake. A sea of poop.

Needless to say, you had to get one of the other residents of the mansion to hose you down before you made the shameful trek up to your bathroom for a very long, excruciatingly hot shower complete with a metric fuckton of soap. You could console yourself by considering that at least the kid was safe and not incarcerated in some torture house. The mood lessened when you remembered that you just bought those boots that were not very much ruined.

A solid hour of scrubbing and wash-rinse-repeating came and went, and finally, you left the bathroom smelling incrementally better and feeling a little less suicidal.

Your bed, while dressed in the usual utilitarian, boring navy sheets and blankets, looked better than even the sweetest four-post canopy memory-foam bed at that moment. You flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to pull the sheets back. And why bother to get dressed when you could just leave your towel on and stretch out across the bed? Wet hair be damned, the tangles could be combed out in the morning. Your pillows were singing a sweet siren song and your body was answering the call.

You were halfway to dreamland when a knock came at your bedroom door. As gentle as that knock was, there was no mistaking the echoing clang that reverberated after the impact. Which meant that Colossus was on the other side of the door.

As lovely and sweet as it was for Colossus to check on you, sleep would be lovelier and sweeter. But it’s not like you were going to tell him to go away. A hug to end this shit-show of a day would be nice too, and one thing you would never pass up was a Colossus hug.

“Come in!” you called, not moving from the bed. Your door was always open (which was a little awkward sometimes).

Colossus peeked his head in, taking note of your rather pitiful form. “I heard you had a rough day?”

“It was quite shitty, if you will.”

He chuckled and slid the rest of his body past the threshold of your room, closing the door behind him. “Language, my love. But the effect is not lost. Do you want to talk about it?”

You sat up and stretched, your shoulders cracking. “I’d rather just forget about it. That much sewage is… not something I want to think about before bed.”

“Fair enough,” he replied.

You groaned, sniffing yourself. It was like the scent of the sewer was still stuck in your nose. “It’s gonna take days to wash the smell out. Let me get dressed, I guess. I’ll sleep downstairs tonight since I still… smell…”

Colossus sat down next to you; the bed frame screamed in protest, but didn’t give. He pressed his nose against your damp hair, taking in the scent of you. “I smell nothing out of the ordinary, nor would I ever have you sleep downstairs.”

“You can be honest.”

“Am I ever anything but?” Colossus replied, brushing your damp hair away from your face. “Will you allow me to cheer you up a little?”

“I don’t think I’m really in the mood for any ‘cheering up.’”

“That is not what I meant. I could hear your shoulders cracking earlier. I can at least help make you more comfortable.”

You didn’t really even have to think about it. Much like a Colossus hug, a Colossus massage was just something you just didn’t turn down, no matter how tired you were. With any luck, he’d put you to sleep and then come to bed himself.

“That would be excellent,” you said.

“Then come sit in my lap, love.”

You positioned yourself in his lap, your back to his chest. You would be hard-pressed to find a better seat in the house because, while he was large and metallic, his skin was quite soft when he wasn’t tensed or defensive. Which meant those thick thighs and soft lap were all yours.

His hands engulfed your shoulders, pressing and prodding and kneading. He was exceedingly gentle in everything that he did. He had to be - he was seven feet tall and huge.

Colossus pressed a particularly tight knot in your neck, rolling the pads of his thumbs around the knot. His breath against your neck was warm. His voice hummed in your ear as he worked, sending a spark through your spine that was just enough to make your nipples prickle.

This was fantastic. While you hadn’t really been planning on getting frisky that night (daily trauma will ruin your libido), it was hard not to get a bit aroused when you could feel his dick flush against your butt. And his hands. God love him, those hands could tear your apart without even doing anything remotely dirty.

You squirmed in his lap, adjusting yourself, leaning into his hands. “Hey, big guy?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I could use a little ‘cheering up,’ if you don’t mind.”

“As you wish, my love,” Colossus said, scooting further back on the bed. “Lay back against me.”

You did as you were bade, your towel slipping down a little. You didn’t bother to adjust it. It was in the way anyway.

His voice in your ear was soft and deep. “Is there anything in particular that you would like for me to do?”

“Take care of me, please?”

“Just relax, then.”

He went back to kneading your knotted back, his fingers deftly pulling out the tension in every dip of muscle. His lips at your neck mouthed patterns into your skin, prayers against your flesh, his teeth barely scraping the hollow of your throat. That’s what he did best - he specialized in purveying a slow, agonizing build that made your toes curl and your fists grab at his thighs.

Colossus’s fingers dipped below the tie of your towel, loosened it, and let it slip down over your stomach. You hissed as the cold air caressed your front, making your nipples peak. You laid the back of your head against his shoulder and let him work.

One hand slid up your belly while the other slid down, down. He took your breast in his hand, circling your nipple but not touching. His other hand caressed your thigh, devilishly close to your aching clit, but not quite close enough.

You arched into his touch, begging him to please touch you. You felt his grin against your cheek, and as much as he was destroying your self control, you knew that you were testing his as well. You could feel him pressed into your back, hard and aching, but you knew he wouldn’t ask you to reciprocate. That’s not what he was meant to do at that moment - perhaps later.

His fingers traced the line of your clit, feather light, before dipping down to test how wet you were. He was not disappointed; you were practically dripping into his lap, and he’d barely touched you.

“How’s this?” he asked, voice rumbling straight through your spine.

Words were not especially effectual at that moment. “Mhmmm.”

“Relax for me. I’ve got you.”

He slipped a single digit into your cunt, slowly, slowly, enjoying the whine that passed your lips. Yeah, his fingers could definitely get the job done - one was almost enough. And yet, not quite enough.

He pumped his wrist, pulling his finger in and out, in and out, before adding another finger to the first. His slow, languid movements were torture; you dug your fingers into his thigh, making your best effort to tell him to hurry the fuck up without actually using words.

Colossus got the hint.

His fingers curled, thrusting, knuckle-deep in your cunt. You clenched down on him, a hard moan spilling from your lips. He shushed you gently, before curling his fingers again. Really, there was nothing you could do to stop that sound.

“We don’t want to be overheard…”

“Stick your finger in my mouth then, because I definitely can’t not make that sound.”

“Ah, but I need that hand. Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

It’s his own fault if you’re overheard then, you thought, before thoughts seemed a bit too much work for you. The hand that had been pinching your nipple slipped down to work at your clit, circling and rubbing until the burn started building deep in the pit of your stomach.

You had to stuff your fist in your mouth to hold back the moan, but even that couldn’t completely stifle the repetition of his name from spilling past your fist as you came. Somewhere in there was a please don’t stop and a fuck me and don’t you dare say a thing about my language. So, no, not quiet at all.

When you’d finally stopped begging, he slid his fingers out, picked up the edge of your towel, and cleaned you up. Where your back had been arched in a hard bow, you now sagged boneless against his chest. He brushed your hair back away from your face and kissed your forehead.

“Did that help?” he asked, a bit amused. You must have looked quite a mess; he wasn’t nearly as flustered as he usually was.

Polysyllabic words were still too far beyond your reach. “Yep.”

“Shall we go to bed now?”

“Mhm.”

Colossus carefully lifted you up and set you gently back on the bed. He peeled his leather uniform off and tossed it to the side (all cleanliness forgotten in favor of nudity and snuggles). He pulled you into bed with him, tucking your head underneath his chin.

“I’ll return the favor in the morning,” you said, your voice muffled by his massive chest (you kind of liked stuffing your face between his pecs).

“If that’ll cheer you up, my love,” he replied, chuckling at the returned huff.