#the long quiet x shifting mound

[8bittyz]

“This is a love story.”

[bluegumballmf]

👑There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings. This is a love story 🗡️

little redraw of this

[neverniko101]

LOOK

OFFICIAL STP STICKERS!!!!!!!!

BY @blacktabbygames !!!!

THEY’RE SO CUTE!!!!!!

Here’s the link to the store!!!!!

All my Stp x utmv folks, would you be interested in me drawing over them with our skele bois?

[arachnopoda]

I'm LIVING for the 'goddess' x 'shriveled shadow bird man' coupling- truly the ultimate 'he makes me laugh' relationship

[ashersbraincell]

Guys guys so I just randomly thought of ship names for the princess and the long quiet but they are either extremely metal or funny

•Slay the quiet

•Shifting Quiet

•Long Mound

•Long Princess

[acethatlovesdinos]

I'll draw something for it later bc brainrot is a very real thing but

There's something about Slay the Princess and Good Omens that make them function together perfectly.

(Spoilers ahead, youve been warned you silly goose)

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Think about it.

The Princess/The Shifting Mound is the very concept of Change, the embodiment of progress and the ideals of movement. An elegant and haunting design that envelops the personification of worldly development.

Crowley is a Demon, a Fallen Angel who was punished simply for daring to suggest changes. His entire existence is spent along the fence line of "Good" and "Bad", always rebelling in little ways to somehow better the world around him. Throughout the years he basically never wears the same thing twice, always switching up his hair, his outfit, even biological presentation. It always changes. He always changes. He wants nothing more than for the things around him to change, too.

Aziraphale is an Angel, a direct counterpart to Crowley. He always wants to maintain balance in all things. Good and evil, right and wrong, black and white. He rarely changes, and when he does it's something small. His haircut has, for the most part, been the same since the Beginning, and for heaven's sake he's been wearing the same stuffy old waistcoat for nearly two hundred years now. He collects bits and baubles from all over, constantly clinging to pieces of the past. He doesn't act on anything unless he's left with no other choice (often waiting on Crowley to act for him tbh), and doesn't even think about crossing a line unless he knows it's completely safe.

The Long Quiet/Hero/Player is, much like the Princess, a concept. They are the perfect counterpart to her, the idea of stillness. Stagnance. The personification of unending silence, an unchanging and unmoving existence. They were created to counter her, designed from the start to bring an end to Change itself. If successful, they are sentenced to an eternity of nothingness, which is somehow established as the 'good' end.

I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this.

Aziraphale and Quiet are both bound by the confines of their perceived reality, intended as little more than an implement for their respective 'leaders' (Heaven/Narrator) to utilize.

Crowley and Princess are both imprisoned in some way by those aforementioned 'leaders', and in doing so are also fully bound to Aziraphale and Quiet, in terms of their fates and futures. They were punished for their natures, and left to suffer because of it.

If given the opportunity to collaborate, the pair in question gets the best possible ending with one another, to the utter dismay of their superiors (even if the consequences of doing so aren't really that bad).

In at least one of the endings of Slay the Princess, Quiet and Princess leave their prison together, and the world just...continues on. Just as it always has. Things continue to grow and change. Such is the nature of life, after all.

The Narrator is distraught by the very idea of this, though. He fears death, and change is uncertain and frightful. Thats why he did all this in the first place. He needed Quiet in order to silence Change.

If Crowley and Aziraphale were allowed to be together, then quite frankly nothing would change. If Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, surely, so can they. A single, inconsequential pair among millions. "Worst"-case scenario, more demons and angels will meet up, and be all the better for it.

Heaven, of course, hates this. They refuse to believe that they are anything less than perfect "goodness", and refuse to let themselves associate with anything they see as "lower" than them (which is everything). They want order and control, and feel threatened by anything that even hints at undermining that.

Their respective narratives bring forth so much thought and intrigue, and to me its incredible how close their stories are, and the sheer amount of parallel between them.

"Youre on a path in the woods.

And at the end of that path is a cabin.

In the basement of that cabin is a Serpent.

You're here to Slay him.

If you don't, it will be the End of the World."

"Slay the Serpent"

[slaytheprofessor]

Chapter III: The Judge

Your eyes fly open again as you choke and gasp for breath, rubbing the back of your head. Even though you knew that this would likely happen, it is no less disconcerting.

The Guide: All right. All right, we're... oh, fuck me!

Voice of the Researcher: What?

The Guide: *narrating exasperatedly* The city around you has changed drastically since you last saw it. Where there were once tall buildings, there are now a series of old-fashioned houses with patched roofs, and the streets are cobblestone. Rain falls down from the clouds above, which are obscuring the night sky... if, of course, it's even night.

The Guide: Perfect! Just perfect!

Voice of the Curious: Oh, we really screwed things up this time, didn't we? Should I have even done that?

Voice of the Researcher: No, no, no, babe, it's fine, you did the right thing. You got us another chance.

And then, another voice appears in your head. This one sounds almost ghostly and ethereal, with a hint of whispers throughout her tone, but she is also audibly bored.

Voice of the Restless: You did get us out of an eternity just sitting somewhere. Our friend really must be crazy if he thinks that that's preferable to being out in the world.

Voice of the Researcher: Oh, hey! Guys! New girl!

Voice of the Curious: *gasps* Hi! Are you here because of me? Did I do something right after all?

Voice of the Restless: Of course you did. You made something happen. And that's always a good thing in my book.

The Guide: Hi, I'm---

Voice of the Restless: *little laugh* I know who you are, killer, and thanks for giving us a hand. We're all in agreement that we're listening to him this time around, yeah?

[zoerocksand1]

i felt like drawing my lovelies, and then made them do a bit of AU dress up

Rose is literally already the concept of Death so ofc she can be the Princess, and then naturally Eileen is just the Smitten- no other voices, just full bird simp mode

and then like if Rose and Eileen had a day off they would absolutely be binging Delicious in Dungeon, so Falin!Rose and Marcille!Eileen just feels right, like this would just be a couples cosplay for them

i love them :)

💖 (Rose and Eileen comic) 💖

[webtoon] ⭐ [kofi] ⭐ [etsy]

[delilahbardlerouge]

Spoiler

I had playing Slay the princess recently. And the chemistry between The long Quiet and The Shifting Mound seems like with Jongwoo and Moonjo in terms self destruction and God hood. I don't if I'm going too far.

What did you think about this?

[thesoupisburning]

luigi and king boo have the same sort of dynamic as shifty and tlq

[8bittyz]

she shifting mound on my long quiet till i narrator

[bluegumballmf]

I never finished this, but, blade runner meme thing

[whateverloomis]

🎃 Kinktober week 2: Somnophilia (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x AFAB reader)

That's it for the Scream portion of my kinktober list! Next up is some RE4 content 💋 I hope you like this one!

Warnings: Somnophilia, AFAB reader (no pronouns used,) double penetration, CNC, teasing, fingering, unedited

Masterlist

Sometimes you leave the window open at night in hopes of him sneaking in and fucking you in your sleep. Billy Loomis. He had done it a few times before and you loved every second of it.

The last few times you've been with him you have hinted multiple times that it would be fun if Stu joined him one night and got their way with you while you slept, and tonight was the night.

"Be quiet, will you?," Billy whispered at Stu while climbing up the side of your house towards your window. The taller boy knocked down a potted plant and made unwanted noise, but lucky for them you were sound asleep.

"I'm sorry! Gosh, just hurry up will you?," Stu replied. He hadn't done anything like this before and he was already half hard thinking about all the possibilities.

Once inside, they were greeted by your sleeping figure. You had one of Billy's t-shirts on that he left in your room the last time he snuck in and got his way with you.

Stu scoffed and pointed at your attire; "Not fair, how long have you guys been fucking without me?," the boy said and Billy rolled his eyes in annoyance; "Shut up, Stu. Look," he pointed at you, half of your ass was exposed and you had no underwear on.

Billy and Stu looked at each other, smirking at each other before admiring you once more.

You were so tempting and looked so good while sleeping. Legs slightly parted and perfectly positioned for them to play with your pussy. For you to get fucked and used. Gosh, they couldn't wait to hear your little moans as you woke up from the feel of their hands all over your perfect body.

Billy walked towards you slowly and ran his hand from your ankle all the way up your inner thigh. You got chills and shifted slightly. Billy smirked at your reaction and looked at Stu, signaling him to come over and get a feel of you.

The blond walked towards you and stood next to the other side of the bed. He kneeled down and ran his large hand over your inner thigh, squeezing your ass cheek at the end.

You shifted once again and Billy chuckled quietly. You had the cutest reactions and he couldn't get enough of them.

They both started to rub your inner thighs and occasionally rub your clit softly, taking turns to tease you and get you wet.

You started to moan softly, your body waking up slowly.

Billy dipped two fingers inside your cunt and thrust them slowly, collecting your slick and using it to play with your clit once more. Stu followed his friends actions right after as Billy made his way up to play with your tits over your shirt. His shirt. He squeezed your mounds while pinching your hard buds softly, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body.

Your breathing started to pick up as you felt Stu finger fucking you slowly while Billy played with your perfect tits.

Billy kicked his boots off and laid down, moving you carefully so you faced him. Stu followed behind you, doing the same thing.

The boy in front took his hard cock out of his jeans and slid if between your thighs, fucking himself between them.

You started to wake up to the feel of his shaft rubbing your wet cunt.

Stu kept you steady, his hands on your waist while squeezing your flesh.

You were nearly half awake and held onto Billy's arm as you felt him fuck himself raw between your legs.

"Oh, look who's up, Stu." Billy said, his voice deep in your ear. You didn't quite process what he said but you were aware that someone else was behind you also fucking themselves between your thighs, right above Billy's cock.

"You mind if I..." Billy cut off his sentence as he spread your legs open, wrapping one of them around his waist before sliding his cock all the way inside your soaking cunt; "...if I get myself off real quick?," he finished his sentence and thrust slowly, filling you up deliciously.

You moaned in his ear and he chuckled in satisfaction.

"Fuck, you guys are so hot," Stu said before sliding his cock inside the same hole Billy was fucking.

You moaned louder and Billy quickly covered your mouth with his hand; "Don't wanna get caught, do we?," he said and you whined against his palm.

They picked up the speed and thrust in unison, cocks rubbing against each other eliciting more pleasure for the boys.

The way your cunt clenched around them was providing so much pleasure that neither of you were going to last much longer.

"Please, please please, fuck me please," you were begging, talking nonsense. Cock drunk and desperate for an orgasm.

After a few more thrusts that's exactly what you got. You squirted all over the bed and squeezed their cocks so much that they came at the same time, filling you up with their cum until it leaked out of your cunt.

You were all panting and exhausted.

Slowly, you turned around and faced Stu. He smiled wide and chuckled before; "Hey 🤪"

•

I had to use an emoji to describe Stu's face. It was the only way to do it lmao 😭🫸🏼

[lady-lauren]

❥ ENJI TODOROKI X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.7k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: stuckage (aka you get stuck and fucked), major dub-con, some ass play, spitting (on your ass), degradation, creampie, Enji is dirty and mean and he's really not sorry for it

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The sink of spandex between your thighs reminds him of why you are such a vexation. Fabric stretches across the mound of your cunt as you struggle, a perfect contour of what lies just out of reach.

“Finally found something you can’t escape, hm?” 

Enji hears your scoff echo across the panes of the air duct, elbows pinging the metal as you try to shift your weight. 

You won’t slip away. Not this time. 

“Pull me out,” your hips arch and shake with your demand. 

The hero claws inside his chest, your plea reaching his sensibilities. But the curve of your thick, open legs strokes a more sinister flame in the pit of his stomach.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’ve chased you for long enough.” He deserves a reward.

For a cat burglar, he expected you to be more clever. Yet here you are, stuck at the waist in the old factory’s ventilation, in a hole your thighs were never going to breach no matter how much you struggled.

Now he gets to be the judge and jury of your punishment. 

“Almost like you wanted to be caught,” he muses to himself as he finally gives in to the itch to sink his fingers into the fat of your ass. 

Your gasp sounds like the hiss of air down the duct, shrill and quick. You’re not a naive villain—you know what’s coming. 

Blunt nails scrape against your costume, black threads splitting with just a fraction of the force he can give. 

Your skin spreads into view like a ripe fruit being peeled. Sweet flesh is already dripping as he snaps away the spandex over your cunt, a thrill sparking in his cock at the sight of your pussy lips opening as you wiggle yourself in his hold.

“Oh you fucking pervert! Let me go!”

He could. He should. He won’t.

Intentions are made clear when his massive hand cups your cunt, thumb rubbing over your asshole as he grips your body, shoving you tighter into your trap.

You grunt and groan, shoulders thumping against metal. You seem to be testing your flexibility in a guise to rub yourself back against the palm of his hand. Your wetness smears against his skin, labia spreading against callouses. 

He presses his hand until he finds the swell of your clit. A muffled moan makes him rub hard, hard enough to have a muscle in your thigh clenching and shaking. 

Grinning, he spits a string of saliva to drip down onto your ass, moving his thumb just enough to catch the lubrication and smother it against your puckered hole. He dips his thick digit into your ass and delights at how you buck back against him.

“You’re a better whore than a thief.” 

There’s no denial, just short moans against metal at each thrust of his thumb into your ass. He twists the digit in your tight cavern, moving his fingers away from your cunt so he can watch your pussy clench in anticipation of more. 

You’re a prettier sight than he imagined, already messy, body begging for his touch. He’s had many frustrated nights fisting his dick to dreams of catching you.

Enji toys with you just long enough to get his cock fully hard and aching.

You whine as he pulls away, hips pushing back like you’re searching for him, desperate and needy. 

He keeps quiet as he unbuckles his suit, wrapping his cock in his hand and pumping, squeezing his fingers around the base of his cockhead. 

Taking advantage of you shouldn’t turn him on so much, yet his balls feel heavy as he watches you panic, unable to see the world behind you.

Your head clinks against the air duct, your trapped hands slapping against the bottom.

“En…Endeavor? Please. Please don’t leave me like this.”

He hates that he won’t be able to see the look in your eyes when he fucks you, but it’s too much of a risk to let you free. You’ll slip away like every time before.

You purr with comfort when he grips your ass, pulling at the fat until your pussy is spread to hungry, flaming eyes. 

He bursts your relief by prodding his cock into your wetness. Your cunt clenches at the feel of him and he can practically smell your fear. 

“I’m not going anywhere, little whore.”

It takes a few purposeful thrusts to get his thick cock to push inside you, your cunt stretching and burning at his intrusion. He doesn’t care to hurt you, mean hands wrapping around your thighs and using your weight to pull your pussy down his cock.

He doesn’t want you ready, he wants to feel your struggle, feel the tightness of your pussy as he punishes you. 

Whimpering as he finally gets his length inside you, you grind back against him. He can’t tell if you’re trying to push him out or pull him in. 

It doesn’t matter what you want; what matters is what you can give him. 

Your pussy starts to gush as he begins his pace—quick, deep, balls slapping against your clit. 

Enji’s fascinated by the sight of your wet flesh dragging along his length, sucking so securely it’s like you’re afraid he’s going to leave again. 

“I’ve got you,” he sneers in some twisted sense of heroism.

Your reply moan is bubbly, as if you’ve resigned yourself to take whatever you can get.

He pulls your hips up, squishing your body to the top of the air duct as he gets into the heat of his stride. He’s blinded by the pleasure of your warm, went cunt, lost to the primal urge to take, to use. 

It’s too easy to abuse you. So small, so exposed. You’re putty in his hands as he spreads you apart even wider, shreds of fabric shuddering against the bounce of your ass.

You sound like an animal trapped in the wall, yelping and cooing all the same as his fat cockhead bullies into your depths.

“You like being a cocksleeve,” he grunts, “your cunt’s so fucking wet.” 

Cream is building at his base, smearing into red curls. Your stomach flutters at his words and he realizes he can feel himself in your core. 

He could break you if he isn’t careful. 

Yet he doesn’t slow down, barely breaking a sweat as he pushes harder, faster, jaw clenching as he chases his high. 

He drops one of your thighs, pulling the other higher around his waist as he pounds a fist into the brick wall. The new leverage has your body slipping farther down the chute, trapping you more snugly.

“P-please,” you pant, nails scraping against the metal prison, “I c-can’t take it…”

“Don’t fucking care. You’re cunt’s mine.” 

Your ass ripples as his muscular thighs slap against yours, slick dripping into the rips of your costume.

“Such a stupid little girl. This is what happens when you, ah, run from me.” 

He can’t hear any response over the wet slap of skin against skin, the slurp of your greedy cunt.

Putting his hips flush to yours, he grinds into your cunt, so deep he knows it hurts. 

His hand scrapes up your thigh, big fingers searching for your clit. When his index finger swirls against your swollen bud, you scream, the sound reverberating like a confession in your trap. 

Enji presses his forehead to the wall, eyes closing as he feels hot pleasure starting to build in his balls, twitching in his cock. 

“Go on,” he pinches your clit between his fat fingers, “cum, cum little whore.”

Your body starts to shake as you whimper, thighs quivering as you lose control. He rubs two fingers against your clit as he pushes harder into you, motions getting sloppy.

Enji grunts, “I said cum, fucking cum.”

He slams into you so roughly that he hears the air duct creak from his pressure. He puts his focus into filling you, stretching you, letting you feel his cockhead spear against the abused, gummy spots inside your cunt. 

Your orgasm is rough, sputtering, slick gushing against where he invades the tight suck of your pussy. You thrash against his hold and whine like a bitch in heat, rolls and smashes of pleasure fissuring down every nerve, making your legs kick.

Against every lingering heroic instinct, Endeavor lets himself fill your guts with his cum. 

He feels like a volcanic eruption, spewing flames from his skin and molten cum from his balls. You keep him sucked tight as he unloads, cum spilling from the tight squeeze and down your thighs. 

His chest heaves with deep breaths, blue eyes opening to stare down at the havoc he’s wrecked. 

Your poor body is limp, lodged around his impaling cock. Sweat, cum, and slick drip down your thighs, his fingerprints bruised into your skin. Your costume has come apart even more, peeling down your legs like he’s ripped you apart. 

He wonders for a moment if you’ve suffocated; if he’s fucked you to death. 

After a few moments, you stir, one weak hand knocking against the air duct.

“For the love of god…” you choke. 

Heating the metal just enough to make it malleable, he bends the air duct away from your sweaty, shaking body. Then he tugs you without care, letting you fall onto the floor before his feet.

“Suck me clean.” 

A dumb girl would’ve run on shaky, messy legs. But like the smart girl you are, you get on your knees and pop his heavy cock between your lips. 

He smirks at the mess of makeup on your face as you look up at him, tongue flat as you lick his cum from underneath his shaft. 

Enji grips the hair on the back of your head, shoving your face down to his balls for you to suck the mess you’ve made. 

“Not gonna run again, are you?” 

“I might,” your moan vibrates against oversensitive skin, “if it means I get your cock again.”

[lanabuckybarnes]

Damn bear.

18+ Minors DNI

Sgt Barnes wins you a bear at a carnival. What he doesn’t expect nor like is when you give it more attention, Bucky shows you that he’s better than the bear.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Buck, Public Oral, Stuffed bear being abused at the end (you’ll see), filthy Bucky, if there are any more let me know

It had been a fantastic day, the sun shining high in the sky and laughter bubbling from you both. Now as the moon began to rise the carnival had a whole different atmosphere. The big wheel and the rides surrounding it had lit brightly at the first sight of darkness, the stalls had done the same.

It couldn’t have been more romantic if you tried. Bucky slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he weaved through the crowds of people, eventually you two landed at the ball toss game.

“How much?” Bucky asked, glancing back at you with a confident grin.

“$1 for three shots sir” the older gentleman behind the counter spoke, reaching out his hand to let Bucky place a crumpled note in it.

Bucky threw the shots with ease, hitting every target bang on, much to the man’s dismay.

He’d let you pick your favourite bear, a blue one, one that matched the colours of his eyes. Grasping your hand he pulled you along beside him again, eventually finding a small space between the carnival rides.

He placed a kiss to your head, holding you close to him “you like it?” He asks, tapping the bears head with a long finger. You hummed in response with a nod, your eyes continuing to look over the bears features. Bucky pouted slightly, a slight twinge of something burning in his stomach.

He found it a little ridiculous that he was jealous of a bear but your eyes should’ve been on him, not an inferior stuffed toy. Suddenly he was intent on making you realise he was all you need.

His hand tilted your chin up to face him and he leaned in, sealing your lips in a passionate kiss that took you by surprise.

“Buck!” You squeaked once he let your mouth go, trailing his lips down your neck instead.

“Hmm” he hummed, sucking a small mark on your pulse point as his hands wandered places they shouldn’t have been “Need you”.

“Buck not here, people will notice” you gasped as his thumbs looped around the waistband of your panties, pulling them to your ankles.

“You better be quiet then” he chuckled with a wiggle of his brows; pecking your lips again before taking off his military hat and placing it on your head gently “keep that safe for me” he flashed you a lopsided grin and then he was on his knees.

He pushed your dress up to your waist and kissed up your thigh until he reached your mound. His eyes flickered up to yours as he watched you bite your lip in anticipation, watching him sneak closer to your warmth… then he moved, kissing down your other leg.

You tried your best to hold the whine from falling from your lips at his teasing, desperately trying to make it look like you weren’t craving this as much as he was but the way your hips jerked as he avoided your pussy, betrayed how you felt.

“Aww sweetness, look at you” his hands shifted your thighs apart slightly, eyes boring between them at the slick that had pooled and slipped from your folds “so fucking desperate” he growled planting one last kiss, right on your pubic bone before latching his mouth onto you like a starved man.

He worked fast, his tongue focusing on your little clit while a finger slipped between your folds, fucking you quickly. You moaned against the bears fluffy head, gripping it tightly against your mouth in a desperate attempt at muffling your moans.

Bucky groaned against you when his eyes looked up at you; the way your eyes watched him pleadingly, that fucking bear over your mouth, but what got him really riled was the way his cap hung loosely on your head. The thought of you wearing it around had him feral, the thought of other men trying to get a glimpse of you only to see his hat firmly planted on top of your head and your legs wobbling while you walked. He briefly considered walking around with your slick still glistening on his face, everyone would know he’d made you like that, so wobbly and unable to stand because of his mouth. He smiled against you as he pushed a second finger in, curling them against your sweet spot. That bear could never do that could he?

You eyes flickered over to the crowd of people just at the other end of the alley, they were getting closer and closer, you didn’t doubt if they weren’t so engrossed in one another and looked around they’d see your fucked out face as Bucky’s tongue delved deep into places it should only be in behind closed doors. A fresh flow of warmth ran down you at the thought of being caught, that knotting in your stomach that had been building up was gradually becoming too much.

“You close?” Bucky groaned against you, fingers now doubling their effort. You nodded wildly, his cap almost falling from your head but you caught it quickly, in the process of catching it you jerked forward and your clit graced against Bucky’s teeth. It was enough to send your orgasm crashing down hard.

One of your hands gripped at the stuffed bear while the other pushed Bucky closer towards you, riding your orgasm out on his face.

“You alright?” He asked once he stood up to full height again, his thumb running over your cheek softly, you could only nod and roll your head back against the metal of the ride behind you, your body still raking with aftershocks of your orgasm.

His smile was smug as his fingers wrapped around the bear he’d won for you, pulling it from your lips and kissing you softly, arousal swelled in his own belly when you moaned at the taste of yourself. What you hadn’t expected was him to trail the soft toy down to your heat and wipe it along your soaked folds, the cold plastic nose grazing your over sensitive nub causing you to jerk harshly.

“Fucking bear, he couldn’t eat you out like that could he?” Bucky smirked against your mouth, kissing you again before helping you pull up your panties.

With his hand interlocked with yours you left the alley, his hat still on your head and the hints of your juices against his lips. The bear, which you found out was the reason for him pulling such an orgasm from you, lay discarded in the alley. The only bear you’d ever need was Bucky.

-

This is… wow, even I’m impressed at just how devious this is.

Hope you enjoyed x

[ashersbraincell]

You know,

„You could be the corpse and I could be the killer

if I could be the devil, you could be the sinner

You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer

Everything you say is like music to my ears

Don’t mind us we’re just spilling our guts”

Kinda reminds me of Long Quiet x Shifting Mound, or just Hero x princess however you want to see it