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van1llam1lkk · 6 months

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Kinktober Finale ; Monster Fucking

[ nsfw | CW ; Inhuman anatomy (Diphallia + Prehensile Penis ) , Technically Futa, Stomach Bulge, Dubcon, cream pies, Erisa isn't human, hand job, cream pie, facial, minor overstimulation, condescending tone, God complex, 'Making it fit', Reader is a bit of a pervert ]

Female x GN!Reader

a/n ; Sorry for not posting for like- two weeks, I accidentally started fixating on TADC and was too busy making self-indulgent fics with my silly OCS...

WC; 1.9k

Synopsis — It's recently come to your knowledge that Erisa has tried to cast away her sexual desires. But her neediness for intimacy and growing sexual frustration is starting affect her, and you're more than eager to help her out.

She thought she got rid of this feeling.

She did try so hard, to bury those vile disgusting thoughts in the darkest part of her mind. So that one day she may permanently forget what it felt like to feel so human.

Trying to Satiate the bubbling emotions with the metallic taste of your blood on her tongue.

but it never would be enough she knew that the moment she decided to cast away her humanity.

So maybe that's why she doesn't feel as guilty as she should watching you settle yourself in between her thighs. Warm hands caressing her abnormally cool skin to nudge her already wide-spread legs wider.

Prior to this you spent the entire week bothering her, promising over and over again that you wouldn't break and whatnot. She didn't really believe you, she still doesn't actually- Any devote follower of hers would spout the same thing if in your shoes.

But the idea of savouring those lost desires even if for one last time was enough to have her willingly spreading her legs apart for you.

She supposes it isn't bad, it could've been worse. And to have sex for the first time in centuries with you is definitely ideal.

She's brought out of her personal thoughts when you call her name, pretty eyes staring up at her.

"Erisa?" You murmur staring at the deity, mild confusion etched into your voice.

White eyes flickered to your own, her head slightly tilting. "Yes dear?"

"You have two..?" You start trailing off into silence as the realization slowly hit you. Erisa doesn't respond, or even offer any sort acknowledgment for that matter.

"It's impolite to stare." She finally says, leaning back into the plush cushions of the couch that was just a little too small for her size.

You shake your head, trying to clear the growing fog in your brain. "'M sorry, didn't mean to stare." You start but you're quickly shushed by the large hand pressing against the back of your skull.

In your defense— It's a not really a common thing to have two semi-hard dicks pressed firmly up against your cheek. With a little force you manage to pull your head back, a shaky hand grabbing at one.

Sticky and warm, that's probably the best way to describe it. It very obviously didn't behave like a human penis, nor did it really look like one— Tapered tip that's leaking precum, and barely any real details other than it's girth and the sheen coating its length.

You give a small tug, watching with mild interest at the way pushed and squeezed against your fingers. You turn your attention to Erisa, whose breathing heavily— If she actually had blood you're sure she'd be blushing right now.

Shifting your position slightly you move your other hand up to lightly tease the second one, slowly grinding your palm against the thick appendage. "F-fuck, is this good?" You mumbled, eyes flickering up to the deity who was too busy bucking her hips into your hands to care about answering your question.

A shaky exhale leave you, sure there were moments when you'd see Erica's composure falter. But most of the time you'd barely be conscious— Or too focused on the burning sensation on your shoulder to really notice how loose she was becoming.

but this? This was something else, drool leaking from her lips nails digging into the plush material that sank beneath her while her two other arms sat on her spread thighs, as if she was unsure what to do with herself. it was almost cute

Just the sight alone was enough to make you set a steady pace, pumping your hand along both shafts feeling the way they throbbed and pulsed, the wet squelching sound every time your hand slid up Her length filling the air.

"Mhf… You're hands are so—…" Her words start leaving her as heavy pants, as she gives a small thrust up into your hand.

"Shit so soft—" She stammered out, sharp nails that were digging into the fabric finally giving out and tearing.

Her hips mindlessly buck into your hands, her deep breathing be coming shaky and uneven with each passing moment.

You never felt so turned on in your life.

A low moan leaving her with an open mouth and eyes fluttering shut. You can tell you're close, but there's really no way for you to tell if she is or not.

Although, the way her hips are moving and thrusting into your hands in time with your stroking suggests yes.

A small tug on the base of her shaft causes a low rumble to leave her chest.

With a delighted moan she pushes her hips up against your hands, reaching one hand down to grab at one of your wrist and pulling your hand towards her to match a feverishly quick pace.

She hums, eyes fluttering shut as her hips buck and grinds her crotch against your hand, and in response your own eyes squeeze shut, so that the warm spurts of cum falling all over your face and hands doesn't get into them.

Your tongue absentmindedly coming out to lick the creamy substance off your lips. "F-fuck that's a lot of cum." You mumbles wiping your face clean with your sleeves, when you do finally take a peek at Erisa she's already grabbing you up from your position on the floor.

Impatiently pulling the silky fabric off and tossing it to the side so she's able to sit you on her lap. Grinding her already hardening cock against your pussy, "Your so tiny... You'd probably just break from just one cock." She muses, lifting you up slightly so her tip aligned with your sloppy hole.

You'd half expected her to ease you onto it, gentle and caring like you weren't be having like an absolute brat this past month just to into this position. But you'd notice her loosening grip far too late, especially once she got the first inch in. Letting gravity do the rest to pull you down onto her.

"Fuck!-" You gasp out, heavy pants leaving as she finally bottoms out, pussy walls twitching and clenching around her from the sudden fullness you felt in your tummy. You'd probably be in shock right now if it weren't for the same burning sensation of your insides stretching keeping you up and awake.

"Shit— S-shit so deep." You stammer out, hands clawing at her own that had firmly held your waist. Slowly she lifted you up, every single inch she pulled out feeling like it's pulling at your insides to before she dropped you back down.

" Ha.." She hummed pleasantly, savoring how you twitched around her. Her hand sliding over to your stomach, lightly pressing down on the bulge "See that little lamb? That's how deep I am, I wonder if you can feel me in your tummy..." She hums lifting you back up,

"Mmh I can feel your stomach fluttering." She adds with a pleased hum rolling her hips up into yours forcing out a broken moan from your throat.

It takes everything in you not to come right there, the tightening sensation in your pussy overwhelming your mind.

"So, cute..." She adds as an afterthought, fingers trailing over a familiar mark on your abdomen before going back down to your waist. "How does it feel? Being filled up like a common whore, like you're nothing more than a classless concubine?"

Your stomach churned at her words, your much smaller fingers gripping at her own. Loud, wet smacks filled the air, yourself wae hips bucking into hers as she picked up her pace, plunging into your pussy and grinding against your insides.

It doesn't take long before she found a steady pace, wet squelches filling the air, mutterings of praise that you couldn't even properly register.

"Ha-ah, fuck, fuck Eri —!" You stammer out, struggling to keep your voice down as she grinds into you, slick and what you could only assume was precum covering your thighs and leaking down into the couch that you were sure would break with the way it's creaking.

Your eyes flutter shut as you find yourself teetering over the edge, it would be so easy to just succumb to the pleasure. "Ngh, I'm gonna...!"

You're warning is cut short by a needy whine, and the your body stiffening. Twitching under the full weight of your orgasm, your quivering body fall back onto her. Long ragged breaths leave you as you ride out your orgasm.

It takes a good few minutes for you to even register that she's pushed you into a new position eyes too glossy and mind too fogged with list to even notice your back was in the couch till you felt two large hands push your thighs up to your chest.

"God you're Pathetic" She mumbles under her breath, "All wet for me, gripping me like you actually deserve my Cum." She teased, but you couldn't help but feel like she believes it's true in some sense. Maybe it was the way she bullied her cock back into your used, sensitive hole. Not noticing or just choosing not to care the way you squirmed in the slightly uncomfortable position.

"Don't start acting like that now, weren't you begging me to fuck you stupid? The entire. fucking. Month." She mocked, chuckling when you'd only whimper in response.

"So be a good pet— Let this God fuck you." She panted, punctuating her words with a harsh thrust of her hips. With the mating press she'd force your body into, it felt like you could've torn in half— Your lingering orgasm providing no help on easing the sensation. The way the tip nudged against every nook and cranny inside of you, slightly squirming inside of you as she slammed her hips up and down— making it feel like she's dragging your insides in and out of you.

"Hmm— Ahmm..." She hums, white eyes fluttering open to rest on your own tear filled ones. A small smile forming on her lips. The sensation of something wriggling inside of you and twisting and shifting, filling your womb with its warm mass— it's new position wasn't enough to cause discomfort but it was unbearable enough to have you crying beneath her.

Overstimulation and the fullness getting to your lust-hazed mind. " Beg, beg for your goddess cum. Beg me to make you my personal breeding cow." She rambled hips stuttering into you, the second cock that wasn't inside of you grinding and sliding up against your ass glossy with precum and slick and whatever else was coming from where your hips connected with hers.

You felt like you were burning— every single inch of your body was screaming for you to wither away under her. Sensitive bundle of nerves only being grinded against and played with. Poorly string together words flee your mouth, the only sensible lines being

"Please, please." "Please fuck me— Please, I need it." coupled with a breathy moan.

The only warning you got was the stuttering in her hips before she pushed you further down, hands holding onto your hips tightly so she could bury herself as deeply as possible into your cunny.

You weren't sure where the sudden feeling of a tight knot bursting came from, but with how much cum seemed to flood your pussy— Pearly white spurting from your pussy and flowing down onto the couch beneath you.

She pulls off of you, mostly, to let your legs comfortably fall back down.

"Shit— hey, hey Darlin'... don't pass out me now, I still have more to give ya'" whispered rocking her hips against you gently. hand squeezing your neck lightly, but your vision had already blurred by then.

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libbecnoir · 9 months

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hey so why the fuck is princess lexa from the oathbound reality now???

(long post of me just kind of rambling)

so. lexa. right? (and also orin i guess this is about him too but i dont care about him at all sorry) she was the first fully original cel shaded skin (not counting cel shaded optional styles) it was their first real attempt at it so they looked kind of clunky and strange. which is like. understandable yeah sure. she (and orin also) come from some reality in which they are implied to be robots or cyborgs or whatever, specifically referring to someone as their “father.” its also implied lexa escaped wherever she came from and orin was sent to retrieve/rescue her. they were clearly trying to go for some kind of “anime girl thats secretly a sadistic killer robot” thing. and so their home universe is just kind of implied to be a cel shaded anime universe (similarly to other, non-original anime skins)

right. ok. so. WHY IS PRINCESS LEXA????????? NOT CEL SHADED ANYMORE?????? HUH???????????????????

this shit has fr been bothering me since she was revealed. how did that happen. what. AND THEN HER DIALOGUE WITH OTHER CHARACTERS WAS SHOWN AND SHE IS APPARENTLY FROM THE OATHBOUND MEDIEVAL REALITY NOW????????? HUH????????????????? like. i just cant stop thinking about it. and then i started thinking about it more in depth. and now im just wondering. can spending time in a reality that is not your original one (in fortnite canon at least) literally alter your fundamental appearance like that??? like. ok hear me out.

the anime legends pack. is something that released during c3s4. and it involves three random, relatively recognizable fortnite characters... becoming cel shaded

(for simplicity i’m only showing midas)

so this is something that already HAD been shown to be possible? an already existing character’s snapshot becoming cel shaded when they were not originally that way. except this also isnt the first time a previously cel shaded anime skin has gotten the ability to become un-cel shaded. the "Wish, Set, Match” quest pack from this same season also had erisa (cel shaded skin from c4s2 who is a cat princess) in a tennis outfit and also with the option to just. NOT be cel shaded. (cant find a good render that is non cel shaded but trust me it exists)

except this also ALSO isnt the first time they did this for a cel shaded anime-implied skin. because thats what they did with the academy champions set

WHICH, HEY, COMPLETELY UNRELATED TANGENT BUT: THE FUCKING ACADEMY?????????? AS IN. THE ACADEMY THAT LENOX ROSE (C3S4) IS LITERALLY STATED TO HAVE “ESCAPED” FROM????????? MULTIPLE TIMES OVER??????? NOT ONLY IN HER VERY OWN BIO BUT ALSO BY MULTIPLE NPC DIALOGUES FROM THE SEASON????? she is literally a character from some kind of television show that was putting her in danger, only referred to as “the academy.” and how she’s “The first to escape The Academy... But not the last.” (direct quote from her description) and then these mfs just come on out as the “academy champions”?????????????? what does that mean????????????? what does it mean to be the champion of this implied danganronpa ass anime show????? how did they escape???? what the fuck?? god i wish they had done literally anything with this

anyways. i dont know what my conclusion is. uh. so yeah i guess snapshots can just kind of Become cel shaded or Not cel shaded anymore. this has a lot of implications and i REALLY WISH THEY’D DO ANYTHING WITH SNAPSHOT LORE BEYOND JONESY!! im not even going to get into how much i’ve been obsessing over cuddle team leader/syd and her countless snapshots and the implications of ragsy or cuddle team master more than possibly being from mega city ANYWAYS I’M GETTING OFF TRACK! i need more people to talk about this kind of stuff with </3

#fortnite #rambling #this is my first time doing anything like this i am just.#having so many thoughts #im aware im definitely reading way more into things than epic games intended but uh #idc im coping i wanna pretend like they actually care about these characters #if they wont flesh out their original characters and lore then i guess its up to my headcanons to do the heavy fucking lifting #live laugh love #if anyone has anything to add feel free btw

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nowheregirl-oxo · 8 months

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Summer is almost over (thankfully), but I loved Erisa's summer skin in Fortnite, I still can't get over it being the only good thing about last season jsjsjs (and the "it's fine" emote tho).

#my fanart #fanart #fortnite #fortnite art #fortnite erisa

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ayarainart · 2 years

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At first I was iffy about Erisa but I honestly love her design and she’s such a fun skin to use!

#erisa fortnite #fanart #art #fortnite battle royale #fortnite fanart

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wishguardiankai · 10 months

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What a great time

Court queen erisa having a nice day on the boardwalk

Love this skin so much

#Fortnite #FortniteWILDS    #FortniteArt #FortniteFanArt #fortnitesummerescape

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kaguya-fox · 2 years

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what is the skin overlay you use on erisa?? I love it it looks like porcelain

sims3melancholic - naomi

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thenexusofsouls · 2 years

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Muse: Channe

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Ulaeri/Elven OC from an unpublished series of books I wrote back around 2005, the main one of which was entitled The Mask of Truth. Channe appeared in the main book and in a number of associated short stories, annexes, archive letters and documents, and historical accounts of that fictional world. I used to write her over at @fxcelessqueen, if you want to peruse her blog, which is left on hiatus for now.

Full Name: Erisae Dheol, but goes by “Channe,” a human name she adopted centuries ago. It is a combination of “Charlotte” and “Anne,” two of her favorite human names.

FC (masked): Matilda Dixon (a.k.a. the Tooth Fairy) from the 2003 horror movie Darkness Falls. (pictured above... albeit with edits on most pics to make her eyes silver)

FC (unmaked/healed): 90s-era Madeleine Stowe (again, to make her eyes silver); this FC is only used in rare occasions that Channe allows her face to be healed, which... she 99% of the time doesn’t do.

VC: Tilda Swinton, not only because of her specific accent, but also her inflections when she talks. She’s very animated, lively, and quirky. She’s also just the right amount of posh and proper combined with an undertone of meaning business and having authority. Like she could kick your ass but also be entirely polite while doing it, haha. Channe definitely has the deep undertones in her voice just like her as well. The example I usually use is this video here. It’s just her talking about endorsing a car fashion line and how she got involved in designing it, so the video itself isn’t important, but it’s good for just hearing a long example of how she speaks to get a sense how Channe sounds.

Race: Ulaeri (from her father) and High Elven (from her mother).

About the Ulaeri: The Ulaeri race is a fictional one that I created. They are an isolated, small magical race that evolved from humans millennia ago. They all have white skin (not pale, white... like vampire skin heh), jet black hair, and silver/reflective eyes. The irises of their eyes look like mirrors or liquid silver and are very sensitive to light. Sunlight, firelight, or the light from magical spells can injure their eyes or blind them if it is too intense. With their eyes, they can see and discern the schools of magic from spell auras, and they can see in total darkness. Ulaeri are naturally nocturnal, with the original members of the race living inside a mountain called The Colony. Their bones emit raw magic (a clear, colorless substance that looks much like heat waves rising off a street), which is magic that has not been differentiated into a specific type or used in spellcasting. Because of this, they are hunted by humans for their bones, which are used to make wands and other magical items. They also all have natural sorcerer-like abilities because of this source of magic, however that source is also their life force. If you cast “dispel magic” on an Ulaeri individual, they will pass out, because the magic that keeps them alive will be dispelled. As long as it’s allowed to regenerate, they’ll be fine, but if you place them inside an anti-magic cage or ward, they will die within minutes. Basically... they are insanely powerful, but they have a few very exploitable weaknesses that kindof balance out how powerful they are, heh.

Gender: Female

Height: 5′ 6″

Age: 591 (Ulaeri live for 300-320 years approximately, but Channe has the lifespan of her mother, which can be up to 800 years)

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Early on in life she was heterosexual, but now that she understand herself better, she’s asexual. She’s heteroromantic.

Occupation: Well back in the day, she was a queen. Her country no longer exists, and nowadays she prefers a much smaller and quieter life. She is happiest when running either an orphanage or a daycare, but she often has to do so remotely so as not to scare the children with her appearance.

Special Talents: Channe is a psionic warrior, meaning she has the mental abilities of a psion and can also use her powers to summon a magical weapon. She is also a natural born sorcerer, though her psionic abilities are by far the stronger.

Family: Fiuren (father, Ulaeri), Ilyssia (mother, High Elven), Saenna (twin sister), Ranewen a.k.a. Vincent (husband, Drow/High Elven), all deceased in modern AUs. Sri’hen (former lover, Ulaeri), estranged. Emily, Lylia, and Fern (adopted daughters), deceased in modern AUs.

Languages: Ulaeri, High Elven, Common (human)

Clothing: Very antiquated, and a little weird. She doesn’t like people seeing the shape of her body, something that stems from her own traumas when she was very young. So she wears a lot of robes, hoods, flowy things, and bulky things to obscure her figure. Also, she is almost never seen without her mask, certainly never in public. She only takes it off at night to sleep. Or during the day... if she’s able to maintain her natural nocturnal schedule.

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: War, rape, disfigurement, torture, abandonment, violent murder, physical and mental abuse, suicide

Loves: Dancing (even though she hardly gets the opportunity to do it), tea, her sister, her husband, children of all races, innocence, kindness, honesty.

Hates: Her parents, her former lover (Sri’hen), deception, lies, people who take advantage of her, rapists, violence against women and children, violence against innocent people.

Negative Personality Traits: She’s reclusive and secretive; she can be arrogant and haughty; she can seem aloof or cold if she doesn’t know how to relate to you

Positive Personality Traits: Generous, kind, understanding, tolerant, empathetic, considerate, protective, assertive.

Background & General Info: I... don’t even know what to put here, haha. I have written... thousands of pages of story, history, and background on this character, so it’s kindof hard to sum her up in a nutshell. Also she is extremely private, so unless your character takes the time to really earn some serious trust or has empathic abilities that would allow them to glean more information that she would tell them, most of her past and life should remain private. Suffice it to say that she has suffered A LOT. Her life makes Wanda Maximoff’s look like a picnic. I will tell a little bit about how she got her mask, though, because that’s kindof in everyone’s face. TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR GORE, TORTURE, SUICIDE AHEAD.

When Channe was sixteen, she had a twin sister that she adored who fell in love with a human sorcerer. So... *sigh*. I’m already running into too much explanation here and I just started, heh, but in Channe’s world, her parents’ races are mortal enemies. Ulaeri and High Elves HATE each other. But then both of those races also hate humans. It’s a long story as to why all those feuds exist, but Channe’s sister falling in love with a human was a no-no for so many reasons. The human was the son of a noble as well, and Channe’s family was very poor, which only made things worse. The twins were gorgeous, so the noble had the idea to disfigure Channe’s sister to make his son not want her anymore. Except... because they were identical twins, the thugs he sent to do the deed found the wrong twin and disfigured Channe instead. Basically, they peeled the skin off her face. Everything, including ears eyelids, lips, everything. Her sister was so distraught and had such guilt that she hung herself in the family barn a few days later.

Not only did she have to deal with the death of her beloved twin, but then she had to learn to eat, speak, and just live without a face, which is incredibly difficult and painful. For the first few years, she had no mask, only covering the horrific remnants of her face with a hood. Later, she had a mask carved from wood, which chafed and was very uncomfortable. She now wears a mask that was given to her by her husband, made of magically-altered porcelain (see these posts here and here for more info). But... I’m getting ahead of myself here...

By way of extremely inadequate summary, Channe’s self-esteem tanked after she was disfigured and for the next several decades she was very unkind to herself, fell into a horribly abusive relationship, and was manipulated into becoming a tyrant. She went through a long process of gaining back the trust of the people she oppressed, entering into a much healthier relationship, becoming queen of a country she helped found, and turning it into a haven for people who had nowhere else to go... so orphans, victims of race wars and other wars, people running away from others hunting them, people in search of healing or shelter, you name it. She turned all of her trauma and hardships that she had gone through and used it to fuel her desire to help others. At its height, her country was seen as a haven for those without a voice, and she was seen as a sage ruler.

As history changed and her country declined, Channe let the maps change around her and fell into obscurity. She outlived her adopted children and husband and most other people she knew and became reclusive, but not in a bad way. She just... is living a much quieter life now after being larger than life for hundreds of years, and she’s content with that. In modern AUs, she lives in an old Victorian house and is quite happy there.

I skipped... SO MUCH... but that’s enough to get a basic idea of her. Feel free to ask me anything you like about her! Also if you go to her blog and can see the old-style pages we used to be able to make here on the desktop version of this site, I have many pages set up for her children, husband, lover, other important people, and even one about the Marionette Organization, which Marvel fans may find interesting? It’s basically the Red Room but medieval style, which is funny because I made it years before I ever knew what the Red Room even was. It was originally heavily inspired by the movie Naked Weapon (incidentally starring Maggie Q who also plays Esther, my other muse on this blog heh). It’s VERY similar to the Red Room, right down to a graduation ceremony, except theirs was two-parted and very different from Nat’s. Anyway, Channe HATES the Marionettes for a number of reasons. They’re an assassin organization that kidnaps children (both male and female) and trains them to become assassins and then hires them out to those who can afford to pay for their services. They are a major villainous organization in Channe’s world, and she spent many years of her life trying to bring them and their leader, the Puppetmaster, an extremely coldhearted woman, down. Besides that, in her haven for people who need help leaving their old lives, Channe sheltered several Marionette initiates and even graduates who wanted to redeem themselves and live better lives. One of them ended up being knighted by her and was integral in winning a pivotal war that affected her country.

Potential Starter Ideas:

Oh goodness... I don’t know, heh. She’s very difficult to just... start a thread with. You might catch her out on a walk? In a park? Something like that?

Your muse could go to her house for some reason. By accident, as a solicitor, in need of help, etc.

Your muse could have grown up in one of her orphanages or daycares, or be inquiring about one of them for some reason.

Your muse could have a magical problem they need to discuss with her.

Also both modern and medieval AUs are available, like if you wanted to set something in my fictional medieval fantasy world, I’m game. Otherwise I would just have her in modern times, likely living somewhere in England.

Fun facts:

Channe loves tea. And scones. Preferably raspberry. Secondarily, raisin. This is just fine with Jix, who loves to pick the little fruits out of her scones... which irritates Channe. But he’s so cute she lets him do it. She’s found him in her cupboard many times, picking out the fruit from her scones, leaving little craters in them. XD

Channe loves animals. She’s had several cats and birds as pets over the years, and she’s hosted a number of magical creatures in her home.

#muse: channe #tw: gore #tw: torture #tw: suicide #tw: child abuse

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mechathetecha515 · 2 years

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The Erisa skin is certainly a close 2nd in my top five skins I like to use in game! Had to draw a bit of fanart of her. Hope you all enjoy!

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#Digitalart #Digital art #Fan art #Fanart #Erisa #Fortnite #FortniteErisa #Fortnitefanart #Solo #Female

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draconiccatgirl · 5 months

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Catgirl Tierlist

Izutsumi: 10/10, S+++ Rank, flawless, no complaints, easily the peak standard that all future Catgirls should aspire to.

Maeve: 10/10, S+ Rank, points docked for not having the Ears & Tail in her base skin, but make up that with theming (such as her coat having a tail pattern on the back).

Neco-Arc, 10/10, S Rank, I know she's technically not real, but I don't care, she's real to me. She deserves to truly breach containment and nuke France.

Erisa, 10/10, S- Rank, Points docked because of lacking a tail, and also just being a Fortnite skin, but I don't care, I love her, she has a P90 and will fill you with lead then dance upon your remains.

Me, 10/10, S++ Rank, Or you could put Zhloe/Nashu/Lalah here, I don't care, Mooncats deserve love. I deserve love though, so I'm representing the masses.

#“Neco-Arc and Izutsumi are important for catgirl diversity because there are too many Moe Catgirls” okay here's 3 more for y'all.#catgirl #catgirls #ffxiv #fortnite #melty blood #dungeon meshi #paladins #pcotr #(Erisa is debatably “Moe” but I refuse to concede to that side because she has many many guns and participates in war games for fun).

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kibbi-ordo · 8 months

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my madcom ocs:Erisa and Kator,they're couple (I know Erisa's skin color is a mistake to be black,but I decide to ignore this.)

#madness combat oc #madcom oc

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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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Little Lamb

[ sfw | TW ; Size difference, Erisa isn't a human, Sexual undertones, Descriptions of Violence, Power Imbalance, Cult implications, Brief mention of terrorism, general Yandere content]

Double post today cause I forgot to post yesterday

Female Yandere x GN reader

If Erisa were to be honest, she didn’t have a clue what humans were on about. With their constant talk and inconsistent morals— They just seemed so strange and confusing.

And so it just frustrates her when she has to deal with one, maybe if she were in their shoes their attitude towards her would make more sense. As she gets the sense that maybe not everyone is used to seeing a 12' giant adorned with four arms.

But that reason did little to ease her annoyance, not only were you people inconsistent, annoying, and chatty. But you were so unreasonably easy to persuade. In most cases, she didn't even have to do much, as her 'lovely' followers would willingly commit terrorism without the promises of wealth, motivated purely by the want to be acknowledged by their goddess.

So when she first met you, all wide-eyed and nervous, unsure if you should be grateful to be in her presence or scared — Like the many followers before you. She expected to be anything but infatuated with you. Finding your discomfort around her cute in a strange sense, like a sweet, little lamb.

So when you tried applying your insignificant little Human values onto her, a being who had literally witnessed the American Revolution she couldn't help but snicker.

Really, it wasn’t her fault that she found such a small being like yourself absurdly cute. So fragile and tiny that it would take practically no effort for her to hold you down, despite your constant struggles and cries.

Of course, She'd never do anything against your will— unless she wanted to, But that's gotta count for something!

The urge within her was undeniable—a longing to cradle your fragile being against her cool, divine skin, sheltered beneath the folds of her Yukata, where none but her hands could touch you. And the fact that you were unaware of her thoughts, both violent and provocative ones and the great amount of effort she puts in so she doesn't act on them drove her crazy. She felt more like a dog in heat than a divine being when it came to you.

She tilts her head in response as you talked about your day, her attention being feigned as she wasn't paying attention to a single word you were saying. Your hands work behind your back to tie the apron neatly around your waist, You were making something — A tiramisu if she remembered correctly, she never understood why humans were so delicate that they needed a consistent supply food to survive.

When she first made an impression on your species it definitely confused her how often her followers needed to eat. Often complaining when there isn't enough food despite eating five hours ago.

As she watched you work, her eyes trailed down from your face to your hands. They were so fragile, so easily breakable. It would be so easy to snap your fingers one by one, to see the look on your face as your pain muddled in with your rising fear.

She wanted to savor every inch of you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a memory of what once was. She could practically taste your fear from that one possibility, your heart racing faster and faster with each passing moment as human instinct pushed you to try to fight for your life.

But as much as she wanted to indulge in her fantasies, Erisa knew that she couldn't. Not yet, at least. It's been awhile since someone as pretty as you came into her grasp and she didn't want to so carelessly throw it away. And so she continued to sit there on the plush floor mats, listening to your meaningless chatter and enjoying the way your body moved as you worked.

Eventually, you finished your task and turned to face her, a smile on your face. Erisa returned it, though her mind was elsewhere. Setting the plate down onto the tray and taking your seat next to her she watches you eat with mild interest, absentmindedly nodding her head and agreeing with everything you were saying as you chatted.

Her gaze occasionally dropping towards your lips, a habit of hers she'll never truly understand. She wasn't sure if her way of releasing these pent-up thoughts was just by being a degenerate. Acting so filthy like the damned humans she herself detested, but the imagery of having you sitting atop her thigh— Whispering sweet nothings against your ears as large hands hold your waist steady, wasn't something she entirely hated the idea of.

Stretching out her arms — careful to not hit your head, she stands up, her second pair of arms dusting off her robe as she announced she'd be leaving to deal with some business.

It was a blatant lie, but you didn't need to know that. And as much as she doesn't wanna leave you, seeing the hint of disappointment in your eyes whenever she leaves you makes up for it. Doe eyes staring up at her with brows slightly furrowed in frustration at her insistence to work —If only you knew it was just an excuse to get away from you before she did something stupid. but despite your frustration you still with that sweet tone of yours bid her farewell.

She swears your an angel sent from the heavens themselves. A blessing only meant to be received by her own four hands.

And to think that you were wholly hers— Truly a testament.

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lexa walked so erisa could run

#erisa is the only anime skin i like for this style #fortnite #fn

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The Trip

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: NSFW. Oral sex (male & female receiving), p in v sex, some roughish sex, incl. choking, hair pulling, and spanking, some daddy! references & of course, language. Bryan being his usual asshole self. For holiday bingo: silver & gold. Dedicated to @beccabarba who is a super awesome person, writer, and friend. If you haven’t read her stuff - DO IT (after you read my story though, ha! JK, JK).

WC: 3.5k

You sighed in annoyance, fanning yourself with the pamphlet that you had been given. It was the annual ERISA Litigation Conference, taking place in Palm Beach, Florida. It was not how you had exactly planned spending your Christmas. Your parents extended their vacation in Europe and your sister had the flu. When your boss, Gavin Firth announced he needed a volunteer to attend the conference, you leaped at the chance. Spending a week in Florida, even for work, sounded like a vacation – something you not had in five years. Chicago at Christmas was brutally cold. No thank you.

You were stuck for the entire day at the Tideline Hotel and Spa, in “Conference Room B.” The luxurious hotel had gone all out with elaborate holiday decorations. Silver and gold reindeers and dark green garland with red holly berries flanked the hotel. Multiple Christmas trees adorned the lobby. The hotel added a menorah and a kinara for good measure as well.

There was an issue with the air conditioner in your conference room and all the other conference rooms were filled. You were sweltering. There was a small bar and you were waiting on a refill of a peach bellini when you noticed him walking in.

It was Bryan fucking Kneef.

The head of STR Laurie’s litigation department sauntered in, wearing a two-button linen suit with pick stitching and flat front trousers. The top button of the white shirt he wore under was unbuttoned, with a tuft of chest hair sticking out. He recognized you immediately and he made way, pausing briefly to greet to other litigators.

As Bryan approached you, he took off his sunglasses, revealing his bright green eyes. “Hello Y/N.”

“Hello Bryan; what are you doing here? I thought you had court this week.” You replied, as you took your drink from the bartender.

“Passed it off to Caleb. When I heard the conference was here in sunny Florida, I jumped at the chance.” Bryan made a jack off motion with his fist which earned a raised brow from you. “What a perfect way to blow off some steam on the firm’s dime?”

“It’s nine o’clock in the morning Bryan.” You replied, as he ordered a scotch from the bartender. “You need Jesus.” You rolled your eyes.

When he turned his attention away from you, you glanced back at him and eyed him carefully – he did look good. More than good as evidenced by the pool of desire that was growing between your legs. It was safe to say that you had a crush on him – how could you not with how attractive he was. And he was intelligent and a smart ass, with the sharpest of tongues. But his acrid attitude turned you off. He, however, loved to goad and hound you – ever since you joined the firm years ago. Before Caleb became his associate, you were his associate. There were countless nights where you would burn the midnight oil finishing his briefs while he was galivanting around Chicago sowing his seed. Aside from being worked to the bone, you learned a lot from him. Eventually, you worked your way out and were fast-tracked to junior partner.

Bryan felt as if he was being watched and he turned, catching you staring, which caused your cheeks to flush. You sure had grown up from being his associate. You were more beautiful than he remembered, with shapely hips and perky breasts encased in mint sleeveless sheath dress. Your lips appeared soft and lush and he zoned in on them as you chided him on his choice drink. He wondered how your lips would feel around his cock.

“Where are you sitting?” Bryan asked, shifting his stance as he felt his cock twitch.

“By the window, it’s too damn hot in here.” You replied. When he replied he would join you, you felt your heart race. You both settled and gave your breakfast orders to the hotel staff. Bryan removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

You squirmed in your seat – how could someone even make rolling up their sleeves sexy? You fanned yourself some more and chugged your drink.

The first day of conference went well overall. There were various speakers discussing issues such as fraudulent claims, insurance companies acting capriciously and how to be more effective with settlement demands. You took copious notes while Bryan dicked around on his phone.

The day ended in the early afternoon and you decided to use your time at the hotel pool. Purchasing a swimsuit in December had been a bit more difficult than you had imagined and the only thing you found at the last minute was a black single strap suit with a silver and gold diagonal stripe. The back was dangerously low and the swimsuit bottoms were cheeky, showing an ample amount of your ass. You wore a lace cover-up that had a very boho-chic feel to it. You paired it an oversized floppy hat and black sunglasses.

You made your way to the pool, armed with a book and a drink in another. You found a lounge chair and took off your cover-up. You laid on your stomach and read a few pages, feeling the warm sun on your skin. You felt your eyes begin to droop and you were about to give in to sleep when a voice spoke, causing you to jump. You saw Bryan standing over you. Your eyes trailed over his chest hair which was neatly trimmed and followed the vertical trail all the way down from his navel down to his short swim trunks which left nothing to the imagination. Bryan Kneef definitely was packing.

“Your ass is better than Memo 618.” Bryan licked his lips and you sat up, covering yourself. “This seat taken?” Bryan did not wait for you to answer, instead sitting at the edge of your chair.

You scooted up more in the chair and crossed your legs and arms, pushing up your tits further. Through his sunglasses, Bryan appreciated the view, noting if he just tugged the top a little, your tits would be exposed.

Two women in bikinis that left very little to the imagination walked by and Bryan peered up, taking off his sunglasses to leer at them. “Hi ladies.” The two women smirked at him and Bryan watched them walk away. You watch the scene before you and you suddenly feel self-conscious – you were still carrying some holiday weight – and holiday weight from years prior.

“I’m getting a new chair.” You announce loudly. “Nice seeing you Bry.” You gather your belongings and move to leave when Bryan grips your arm.

“Stay, come on. I figured we could catch up since I hardly see you around in the office and maybe tonight we could grab dinner.” Bryan replied. To your surprise, he seemed sincere.

“Are you asking me out?” You asked. “What – can’t get the Barbie bimbos?”

Bryan rolled his eyes. “It’s dinner – come on, we’re colleagues, we’re friends.” You gave him a look. “Okay, we’re colleagues.”

“Fine.” You acquiesce. “Go sit over there. You’re going to ruin my tan.” Bryan chuckled as he moved to the empty lounge chair. You roll back onto your stomach once more and start to dive into your book when you feel a pair of hands on you.

“What in the actual fucking fuck?” You swore and look over to see Bryan squeezing lotion onto his hand. He rubbed his large hands together. “You’re going to burn. Let me put some lotion on you.” His hands began to rub your back and you felt your desire skyrocket. He may have been an asshole, but the man’s touch… was something else.

As his hands moved lower and lower, you let your mind wander on what else his hands could do. You couldn’t help but let out a very soft moan in response as his hands moved up the backs of your thighs.

The chair creaked as Bryan stood. He crouched beside you, and pushed your hair back. “Just say the word and we can do much more than just dinner.” His fingers scraped gently along the back of your neck and you shivered. You stared at him, mouth agape as he sat back on the other chair, his arms behind his head, with a very smug and sure look on his face.

You met Bryan for dinner at the hotel restaurant, which had a 5 star Michelin rating. Bryan wore another linen suit and you wore a cream colored off the shoulder fitted dress with a sweetheart neckline. Large hoop earrings hung off your ears and you kept your makeup light and your hair loose. Bryan was ever the gentleman, helping you into your seat.

Dinner was going well, with drinks flowing a bit too easily. You could see why Bryan was the way he was, expecting things the way he did. The man was charming and suave. When not being a pissed off asshole, he was actually really easy to get along with. You discussed old cases and the merger with Reddick, Boseman & Lockhart and found you both had a mutual dislike for Diane Lockhart.

When the check arrived, Bryan insisted on paying, which you let him. Bryan watched as you knocked back the rest of your wine. You wiped your mouth on the napkin and met his eyes, which were blown with lust. Your brain screamed no, but the throb in your pussy said YES.

“Does your offer still stand?” You asked. Bryan noted the twinge in your voice.

Bryan grinned like the cat who caught the canary. “You bet your sweet ass it does.”

“When we get back to the office, not a word.” You moaned as Bryan sucked on your neck.

“When we get back to the office, I am going to fuck you there too.” Bryan murmured as he worked the back of your dress zipper. You turned around so he could unzip it fully. You pushed your dress down, until it pooled at your feet. You turned slowly and stepped out. You weren’t wearing a bra – just a tiny piece of fabric that dared called itself a thong. Bryan had quickly shed himself of his own clothes, just clad in boxers with a very sizeable tent evident.

“Do you have condoms?” You ask, drinking his near nude form in.

“No worries; I’m snipped.” Your brow arched, pleased with this information.

“Just as well. I’m on birth control.” You shrugged.

“Then what the fuck are we waiting for?” Bryan growled. He pulled you to him closely, kissing you deeply once more. His hands went to your ass, grabbing and squeezing the meaty flesh of your ass. You let out a moan and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, exploring. He tasted like mint and something else that was very much uniquely him and you wondered if he tasted the same below. Bryan picked you up easily by the backs of your thighs and carried you to the bed. You both fell onto the bed, a mess of tangled limbs. The two of you continued your heavy make out session, hands touching everywhere. Bryan sat up and took one of your breasts into his mouth. You threw your head back as his tongue licked one nipple while he firmly rolled and pinched the other. You writhed in his lap, feeling his cock grow even harder beneath you, if that was even possible. Bryan switched breasts and repeated his actions. His beard burned you in the best of ways, leaving red marks along your skin.

“Oh God!” You groaned as he suckled on your tit harder and then nipped you.

“Not God.” Bryan chuckled darkly. “Just me.”

You entwined your hands into Bryan’s dark hair, keeping him in place. “Do that again. That felt so fucking good.” Bryan smiled and did as you requested which earned another moan from you. Bryan licked the space between your breasts and then placed wet kisses along your abdomen. You momentarily felt self conscious of your stomach but that thought was quickly forgotten as Bryan pulled your thong to the side and buried his face into your hot needy cunt.

Bryan ate you out like a man possessed, his tongue mimicking what he planned to do you later. He was relentless in his actions, gripping you tightly to his face. You hips undulated against his mouth as he alternated between burying his tongue into you and lapping at your folds. He snaked two fingers into you and began to finger fuck you, while his tongue found your swollen bundle of nerves and stayed there. The sounds that emanated – helpless and uncontrolled sighs and wails which go straight to Bryan’s cock. As he stroked the sweet spot inside of you, you let a deep guttural groan. You came hard, your thighs gripping the sides of his face tightly. Bryan continued to lap at you through your orgasm and your second orgasm approached fairly quickly.

Bryan takes a moment to remove his mouth from you, but he continues to rub haphazard circles on your clit. It’s beautiful when you come. Your back is arched towards the ceiling, your thighs tremble and shake. A light sheen of sweated coated your skin.

You threw your hands over your face as you let out a giggle. You had never experienced oral sex like this before. The man’s tongue was clearly sharp both in and out of the bedroom. “Holy shit!” You panted.

Bryan climbed over you, kissing the space between your breasts once more and then covered his body with yours, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on him and it just spurred your desire.

“Let me return the favor.” You murmured and Bryan was quick to roll himself over, shedding himself of his boxers. His massive cock sprung, falling back on his taut belly, with a heavy smack. Your eyes widen slightly as you take his size and girth in with an equally proportionate sack.

You spat into your hand and reached up to jerk his cock. His cock feels thick, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers graze the ridges and veins of his engorged cock before taking him into your mouth. Bryan hissed and he wrapped both of his hands into your hair, guiding your mouth on his cock. He had to will himself to not just fuck your mouth and completely unload. ‘No, no’ Bryan thinks to himself, deciding to save that idea for another day.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker.” Bryan praised and you squealed in response, though the sound was muffled because your mouth was full. The taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. You pulled away to take a brief breather, a strand of saliva connected you to him. You continued to use your hand to help you before taking more of his length into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. The sounds of your mouth slobbering all over his cock drove Bryan crazy. You didn’t ease up. You reached up and gently cradled his balls, massaging them softly. Bryan let out a grunt of surprise as you dipped your head down and sucked gently on his balls, using your hand to jerk him.

“Enough.” Bryan barked. “I want to fuck that pussy.” He climbs off the bed, reaching over to grab the hotel bed pillows and stacks them one on top of the other. “All fours.”

You realize what he is doing and you climb into position. Your ass was up in the air, the rest of your bod diagonal, with your head to the side. You let out a squeal as Bryan smacks your ass, the sting burning your skin briefly.

Bryan positions himself behind you and runs his cock along your soaked pussy. You push against him, eager to feel him inside of you. Again, teasingly, Bryan rubbed his cock against your folds, barely just slipping in. You whimpered in protest.

“Please.” You desperately begged. “Fucking fill me up with that big fat cock of yours.”

In one movement, Bryan slid his cock into you. You gasped at the fullness. You gripped the sheets as you felt his balls nestle at your pussy. He filled you so completely that it took your breath right out of you. Bryan began to slowly piston in and out of you, watching as his cock disappeared into your warm sheath. He rotated his hips, before coming to a still causing you to mewl and whimper.

You were close to the precipice and not in the mood for niceties. “Come on, I’m not gonna break,” you gritted. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

That earned two spanks in succession as Bryan growled in response quickening his tempo. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall as he fucked you hard. His hands gripped your hips tightly; you were certain there would be bruises in the morning.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet.” Bryan grunted, spanking you some more.

“All for you.” You whined, pushing back and meeting his thrusts. “Give it to me Bry. I want to come!”

“This is my pussy.” Bryan grunted, leaning his weight over you and twisting your hair into his palm. He pulled you back hard, the pain of it should have alarmed you, instead, you gave into it, craving more. You were flush against him, your back to his chest and he fucked up into you. Your mouth grew slack and your eyes fluttered close as he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing. His other hand found your clit and began to rub again.

“I… I…” you babbled incoherently, your mind was going fuzzy with the pleasure you were feeling. Without warning, Bryan pulled out of you, rolling onto his back.

He held his cock straight up and looked at you expectantly. You felt your self-consciousness rear its ugly head at the idea of riding him.

“I can’t.” You replied weakly. Bryan gave you a look that could only be described as ‘what the fuck.’ His eyes turned dark and stony and his face hardened.

“You can and you will.” Bryan replied with confidence.

“I’m too heavy.” You bemoaned.

Bryan let go of his cock and slapped the outside of his thigh. “I’m a grown fucking man. Come on and ride daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

You nodded and Bryan reached for you, pulling you on top of him. You followed his lead, reaching down to grab his cock. You noticed your essence all over his cock and you groaned internally before you climbed onto him and sunk into his cock. You began to roll your hips. Bryan’s own eyes fluttered close and his hands were on your hips, guiding you.

“Fuuuck.” Bryan growled, thrusting his hips up to meet you. He leaned you down and took a breast into his mouth, as he jack-hammered into you. You cried out again and reached down to rub your swollen nub.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

“I am going to… oh Bryan, fuck! Just like that.” You gasped.

“Come for me.” He commanded with a grunt, gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you. “Cream on daddy’s cock.”

You wailed Bryan’s name as you came completely undone. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Bryan and he came, stiffening as he emptied his hot creamy load into you. Murmurs of “let my pussy milk that cock,” left your lips.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” Bryan rumbled, deep and low. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you could feel his load drip out of your pussy and pool in between your bodies.

You collapsed against Bryan, falling into a heap as you came down back to reality. Bryan pressed a kiss to your head, before gently lifting your face to give you a soft kiss. eventually peeled your sweaty body off of him. You laid next to each other, your chests heaving, each trying to catch your breath.

You rolled onto your side, facing Bryan. You ran your hand through his chest hair. “That was … wow.”

Bryan gave you a shit-eating grin. “Can’t wait to do that again.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips and climbed over him, one leg over each side of his face. Bryan smirked as he realized what you were doing. “Why wait?” You asked, your voice dripped with lust.

“I hope you don’t suffocate me.” He teased with a wink. You rolled your eyes and went to make a smart remark when he surprised you by pulling you down onto his face, his tongue doing all sorts of wonderful things. You let out a surprised ‘fuck!’ and looked down at him. Bryan looked up at you, his mouth left you briefly. “Oh but what a way to go - you will need to take over my caseload when we go back.” He replied before devouring you once more.

FIN.

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