#ripping and tearing

[liketheinferno2]

sabin big naturals

[yung-terps]

half-tabaxi.com

[draconapoleon678]

Be careful of where you sit when ordering a drink from Alexx Ferret’s coffee place. Ended up finding out the hard way that the bar isn’t the best place to sit when ordering a Nite’s Delight

Alexx is on Bluesky as alexxferret and on FurAffinity as Spirit_Dancer

[pinkusmaximus]

stop drawing her HAIRLESS, YOU COWARDS

[catgirltoes]

Why is every single ADHD drug fucking garbage.

[lunarreaper-ut]

General mood rn

[fawnuh]

I made a TADC OC!!!

Their name is Crumble and they're based off of this werm from the pilot and an original species I made called wiggle worms!

Some fun facts about them:

- they're a contortionist

- their tail literally has a mind of it's own and could be seen as a separate character

- they're filled with stuffing and bugs like the boogy man from the hit movie The Nightmare Before Christmas ™️

- they are both physically and mentally ripping at the seams, each rip brings them closer to abstraction

- that's all I have for now :3

More info coming soon!

[fatestouch]

"The rumours never really bothered me, growing up! Uncle Jai's awesome, and I don't think it bothered Liddy either--we both looked enough like Papa and Dad, that they died off pretty quickly."

"Merry, though... they still talk about him behind his back. Sometimes even when he's right there." The face of an Imperial Prince who's definitely bit a noble or two, to protect his little brother.

[vnknowcrow]

The only good fallout fan I've met irl is moving away crying

[ganonfan1995]

theres so many locations I wanna illustrate for my fic, but I need 2 fucking rest before my next job and I!!!!

[draconapoleon678]

(Received on 10/2/2023) A commission piece of me getting turned into a Charizard as day 2 of TateLugia and Ngap.Drance.’s Starter Pokémon TF collab. The art was done by Nelson, and the background and story were done by Tate.

When Jonny was looking for a place to camp in the mountains, instead of the woods. He wanted to experience the view outside of town for a few days before going back home. Just a typical afternoon for everyone to enjoy, except for the fact some wild Pokemon are roaming around the mountains. As time passed by, he started to make a campfire to make some Smores or Toasted Marshmallows, but at that time he tried to find a stick to make a campfire but saw a round looking stick in front of his tent. Jonny was curious why the stick was near the tent, but with no hesitation, he decided to rub the stick to make a campfire, however, over time he felt rashes whenever he rubbed the stick as fast as he could. So he stopped setting up the campfire and headed to bed. The next morning, Jonny went to drink the water spring fountain near his camp set, but before he drank it he noticed one of his hands was becoming claws, and the next thing he knew more of the scales started growing on his skin including his feet that grows thicker, while the toes are merging from both legs to form three long white claws each as the pants rip apart. Then, he felt something in his back that was about to burst out, and it was the wings that popped up, and while we were at it. Jonny felt something tickling that was pushed out into a long draconic muzzle from his face, and finally, as the shirt was about to rip off, a cream coloured scaled belly was shown on his stomach, but how surprising that Jonny was turned into a Charizard. Although he saw some birds and dragon Pokemon flying up in the sky. Jonny was excited to see what it was like to be a Pokemon as he caught up with a flock of flying Pokemon to the soaring skies!

[automatayaoi]

TEARING MY HAIR OUT MERRILL IS SO CUUTEEEEE

[pinkusmaximus]

shaking crying throwing up

[proxycrit]

Linktober Day 5! Hyrule Field Chasm.

The duo find themselves trapped in a strange new location. At least they have each other! Also note to self: zonai magic and sheikah tech do not mix. Explosions are to be had.

All zelda nonsense here'

Plus my Patreon if you wish to support my terrible decisions!

[lemon-russ]

Armor kink go brrrrrrrrrt

I'm such a sucker for like, baseline gets threatened and attacker immediately mulched by marines

Hhhhhh protective astartes

Hhhhhhhhhh Titus fightimg his braim over his feelings and being obsessed

Just

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh ✨️

Oh my gosh, I just saw your post about requests being open again and I am honestly embarrassed about how excited I got. Now I just have to choose which one... which one... Aha!

I am in DESPERATE need of a White Knight Captain Titus fic. Something where he swoops in and saves a fem-reader from a horrible fate. Please give my sweet blueberry boy some good old fashioned romance. He deserves it.

(I will leave the NSFW level up to you, but I wouldn't be opposed if things got very spicy.)

Author's note: I am so sorry about this taking so long, life is kicking my ass; Also maybe not the most horrible fate, but I digress

Relationships: Titus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Grinding/Dry humping, Armor kink, Clothed sex

“Thank you, Titus.”

Those three words could inspire him do a frightening amount of things, Titus has learned quite quickly.

They drip from your lips like the sweetest, saccharine song, always with a smile. Whether it's an Inquisitor interrupting you, a handsy lord, or the pitter patter of rain threatening to ruin your hair, Titus hears those words not moments after swooping to your rescue.

He had felt so guilty of your over respect that he'd told you of his struck record, his accusations. You'd replied that none of it mattered to you- that he seemed no less than an honorable and valiant Ultramarine. Those words fanned his pride like hot embers waiting for kindling, and Titus preened like a flashy bird under your praise. The praise of a baseline might mean nothing to his brothers, but to him, yours was everything.

It was everything he'd ever needed, and wanted.

Its in the incense choked air of the chapel that he remembers the moment a rogue trader pulled a bolter on you. The deal his captain had given you to negotiate had been tough, and your lips had fumbled oh so slightly, sending negotiations into a spiral downwards. Even your most valiant efforts couldn't save it; but when that man pulled his bolter on you, something in him broke.

That man didn't survive the moments after, and his fellow Ultramarines had cleaned up the rest.

Titus removes that thought from his mind with a literal head shake, one that causes his ear to ring a bit just for a moment.

He wants to go see you.

He knows you're fine, this ship is the safest place you could be bar none, but yet there is this tug on his hearts that demands he go to you. Like he needs to visually see you with his own eyes before he can finally cast that accursed remembrance aside. He wishes he had never remembered it in the first place- though it's an impossible wish for an astartes.

Tracking you down to a dark spot in the Ultramarine Librarium. You're casually perusing, eyeing the tomes at your level before catching sight of him. The way you light up fans the embers of Titus' pride once more, setting them aflame.

"Titus! What are you doing here?"

He instantly comes closer, breaching into your personal space of which you allow with no complaint. Your perfumed scent mixed with your natural scent wafts around him, as you look up at him with a soft expression.

"I missed you." Titus speaks bluntly and truthfully- though it's only half of said truth. Your face blooms into a smile at the sound of his voice.

"I missed you too, Titus."

You always say his name so differently, there's a softness to it- so unlike how most speak his name with disdain. They bring him in like some sort of lure, the still foreign feeling of his lips against your own. Even if he's already kissed you a countless number of times, it still feels off. Like parts of his brain are trying to lock the things he's discovered in his mind once more.

His lips dance with yours, his slightly larger mouth awkwardly pressing against yours. It may not be the perfect elegant kiss you read in your hidden novels, bound in solid black to keep the contents secret, but the passion is sevenfold. The soft mewls from your throat he greedily swallows, feeling the way your hands wrap in the hair at the nape of his neck. The feeling on your fingers grasping it makes him groan, the pain is so light but just enough to make his hearts hitch.

His massive gauntlets slide down the curve of your back to cup your ass, bunching the fabric of your dress. If he moved a bit more inward, you could feel his fingers against your cunt. Your back scrapes against the shelves behind you, knocking books out of alignment.

"There are others here, Titus,"

You whisper against his lips, feeling one of his gauntlets pulling away to your front in order to barge it's way between your thighs. The feeling makes you whimper- even if it's his unfeeling armor, even if it's through layers of clothing, your deprived senses delight in the sensation enough that your hips jerk forward of their own volition.

"They're all servitors or servoskulls, anyone who is normally in here left to listen to our chapter Librarian speak."

His lips brush against the corner of your mouth, and that hesitation no matter how minute is brushed away by the heat of his breath over your skin- the tickle of his lip scar.

"I cannot remove my armor for another two cycles, but allow me to have something I can look forward to."

He wants to hear the noises you make; the ones just for him. His duty according to his captains might be to just protect you from physical harm, but in his hearts tending to your whims is just as important.

He needs you to want him. Command anything of him, it's bred into his DNA to serve to his utmost. If only so you'll continue to look at him with such reverence.

"T-Titus,"

You feel your knees tremble but Titus holds you up, ruthlessly pressing the cold, firm plates of his armor against your soaked pussy through layers of clothes. You can feel the way your underwear is soaked, how your outer lips slide against each other slick with your own arousal, clit throbbing as you try to angle your hips just right-

His hand presses against you harder, rocking with your jerky hips. Your hands grip the collar of his armor trying to stay steady, grinding yourself against his palm like lust has consumed every one of your thought processes. Your thighs part trying to find that perfect angle, abandoning any fear of discovery for the sensation of his unyielding armor between your legs.

"M-move your hand like-"

Your breath fans across his armor, face radiating heat as he watches you with a ruthless stare. Your knees wobble and give out from under you, but Titus catches you and makes sure you move barely an inch.

You tug at his wrist and he arches his palm upward, so it's more diagonal than flat. It presses against your clit now as you grind against him harder, quicker- even through your clothes it has you shaking, knees finally giving out with a whimper as you come.

The fractured whimper you let out is nearly pathetic, breath hitching in your throat as your cunt constricts and flutters around nothing at all.

A disappointing reality, but you know his dilemma; this can be not unlike a snack to just barely keep you from starving.

"Thank you," You joke breathlessly, hands grasping the collar of his armor. There's just so much of him, the way he can overtake your entire vision is overwhelming.

"I know."

"I would never let you fall."

He speaks with his normal stoic neutrality, but there's just the slightest tilt of softness behind it. You laugh.

[dogfagdeathwish]

Yeah I think I can express bloodlust towards people in a platonic way sure.