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watching dales supermarket sweep really makes the past seem fake. what do you mean you used to be able to get a bottle of ketchup for 46 pence? what do YOU MEAN THE EARLIEST THIS COULD HAVE BEEN ON WAS 1993?
#kai rambles#inflation is fucking wild#at the earliest#it was only thirty years ago#you could buy shampoo for 63pence#''back in my day-'' BACK IN YOUR DAY YOU COULD BUY STUFFING FOR LESS THAN 75PENCE YOU CAN POLITELY SHUT THE FUCK UP#dale's supermarket sweep#has anyone ever used that tag on tumblr shxjsjxjx#supermarket sweep
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#john and kimmel are my guys but listen i do not think they'd fare very well in a fight#unless MAYBE you pissed john off enough that he starts beating you to death with a copy of your own search history#conan fights like one of those wacky inflatable arm flailing tube men and that terrifies me#jon's got all that pent up rage built up in him and he's just waiting to go apeshit i would not want to fuck with that little man#stephen could be a wild card but all he'd have to do is look at me and i would perish immediately#seth barely moves one inch and i pretend i have been shot so i don't have to fight him#i feel like craig is the only mfer here who can legitimately fight#stephen colbert#john oliver#jimmy kimmel#seth meyers#jon stewart#conan o'brien#craig ferguson#strike force five#strike force memes#strike force#last week tonight#the late show with stephen colbert#the late show#the colbert report#the daily show with jon stewart#the problem with jon stewart#the jon stewart show#jimmy kimmel live#late night with seth meyers#conan#conan o'brien needs a friend#late night with conan o'brien#the late late show
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Monstrous Oddities ࿐
— Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Lyney.
⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn!afab!reader, monster fucking, diphallia (multiple cocks), dragon dicks, double penetration, marking (Neuvi), knotting, doggy style, semi public sex, daddy/sir kink (Wrio), barbed penis, overstimulation, phone sex, pussy whipped Lyney, creampies, unprotected sex, animalistic urges, dragon!neuvi, dogboy!wrio, catboy!lyney general dick headcanons.
⊹ Run time. 1.2k
⊹ Note. This came to me at 2am after reading some other headcanons I previously wrote. Enjoy <3
Dick Headcanons —
꧁ Neuvillette - Two is better than one ꧂
Specifications: 12”, scaled and slightly ribbed, thin tapered heads that’s perfect for kissing your cervix, and full, heavy balls twitch when you suck on them.
❥ Most presumed that aside from his pointed ears and penchant for plain water, that Monsieur Neuvillette was more human than dragon— they’d be incorrect of course but that’s knowledge only you get to relish in.
❥ Beneath his perfectly tailored slacks lay not one but two cocks. The peculiarities don’t end there, however, his cocks are slightly ribbed and scaly in a way that resembles a fish's scales. His cocks are tinged blue near his pelvis but the colouration is lost amongst the neatly trimmed puff of his pearly white pubes that trails up his abdomen.
❥ In spite of his years, Neuvillette is still rather unaccustomed to human convention. It took seeing your shocked expression to realize that most weren’t as well endowed as he was, nor were they likely to have two girthy cocks. So, it takes him a bit to learn how your body reacts to him and just how much you’re able to take. He’s willing to learn, he’s nothing if not dutiful and gentle.
❥ He learns that to take one of his cocks he’ll need to work you open with a couple of his thick fingers first. That is, of course, after he’s warmed you up with his forked, serpentine tongue that nearly engulfs the whole of your aching cunt. And that you’re sure to squirt if grinds his second cock into your throbbing clit as he fucks you. Since taking even one of his cocks is a challenge, more often than not, Neuvillette uses his second cock to stimulate your clit while his mouth is busy sucking and licking the tender skin of your neck and chest. He can’t help it, the need to leave you covered in signs of him is far too strong, that’s why he cums in and on your pussy.
❥ Once you’ve gotten used to the stretch, can take it with ease, and are feeling a little adventurous, Neuvillette doesn’t waste the chance to split you open on both of his cocks. Seeing you so full of him stirs something primal within him. It’s a feeling he doesn’t often allow himself to indulge him but it claws its way out of his chest with you. The urge to remind you that you’re his, and only his gets muddled between kisses to your tear stained cheeks. You’re his perfect pet, you take him so well, and he’ll be sure to remind you.
꧁ Wriothesley - The duke is a dog ꧂
Specifications: 8”, rosy, round bulbous head, girthy, with a thick knot nestled amongst a thatch of unruly, dark curls that drives him wild when you tug on them.
❥ Wriothesley’s sharp canines aren’t the only wolfish things about him. Below his belt resides a truly monstrous cock. You think it’s rather titillating, your mouth waters just at the sight of his fat knot but Wrio was rather weary, he knew it was a bit peculiar and didn’t want to scare you away. Those worries didn’t last too long.
❥ Jerking off was always a bit tiresome for Wrio. His knot ached to inflate inside of a warm, wet hole so his calloused, spit slick hands never satisfied that need. The first time he fucked you, he nearly came after pushing the tip in. Wrio was so sensitive, he hadn’t cum properly in far too long. He nearly tore your silk sheets from how tightly he gripped them as he willed himself to sink his cock a little deeper into your pussy. He wasn’t much a believer in Celestia but he felt like he ascended that first time … and every time after that.
❥ He didn’t knot you until you’d been together for two years. Though you swore you could take, that you wanted to take it, Wrio always worried he’d lose control. It wasn’t a feeling he liked. Wriothesley liked feeling in control, he liked how you willingly submitted to him, hushed cries of “daddy” or “sir” never far from your lips, adoration pooling within the depths of your eyes. But, he was grateful he loosened the reins.
❥ One stress filled evening snowballed into you splayed across his desk at the fortress, your puffy, aching cunt slick and throbbing with need for him on display. You were so wet, moaning so loudly for him, it was almost too easy for him to slip his knot into your weeping hole. Your wanton whimpers were forever burned into his memory as it began to swell inside of you, his rough skinned hands roaming all over your body as his teeth dug into the flesh of your shoulder. Your eyes glazed over and a shudder wracked through your body as he filled your cunt with his seed. He knew then that he spent far too long depriving himself and you.
❥ Wriothesley was gone after that, he just couldn’t go on knowing how sweet you sounded as you squealed and begged for him while filled with his knot and cum. Maybe he was greedy but you loved being his cockdrunk pup. So, it was a win-win.
꧁ Lyney - He has more tricks up his sleeves ꧂
Specifications: 5”, veiny, sensitive head, equally sensitive barbs, kissable hip bones, and a leaky tip that’s just begging for your kisses.
❥ While his sister Lynette possessed most of the outward cat-like traits that was carried down their lineage, most of Lyney’s feline genetics poked through in his personality and behaviour, except for his cock. His pretty, blush pink cock was barbed near the base. He once read that they were meant to aid mating but he found that they made his cock far too sensitive to touch. He could only bear to lightly graze the tips of his fingers over his shaft most days. More often than not, Lyney came untouched, blowing his load in his underwear from the friction of the fabric alone.
❥ The first time you sucked his cocked, he cried from how good it felt, pushing your head down until you gagged. He didn’t even realise he was doing it, far too blissed out to notice until afterward (to which he spent the next five minutes fawning over you and apologising). Now, Lyney didn’t fancy himself a hedonist but he quickly became addicted to the way you laved your tongue over his barbs, and grazed your teeth over the sensitive flesh.
❥ Lyney became overstimulated every time the two of you fucked. Though, that didn’t stop him from pushing himself past the point of sanity so that you’d cum on his cock. He felt selfish otherwise, and he found nothing more satisfying than bringing you to completion whether it be with his fingers, mouth, cock, or one of the many toys the two of you seemed to amass. So, even if he was on the brink of blacking out from the pleasure, his cock pink and raw, he was going to fuck you were just as far gone as he was. Even if it took hours.
❥ Sometimes he found himself getting hard just thinking about you. The mind was a fickle thing, it too often loved to play tricks. Like making Lyney’s innocent thoughts trickle into passion filled memories that left him aching and needy for you. He’d call you far too late into the night just to hear your voice as ground his palm against the weepy tip of cock, musing how much he missed the feel of your skin against his. He may have been cumbrained and addicted to your sweet cunt, but he was still a romantic.
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#neuvillette smut#neuvillette x reader#wriothesley smut#wriothesley x reader#lyney smut#lyney x reader#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin impact smut#gi smut#gi x reader#genshin impact x reader#wrio x reader#neuvilette smut#neuvilette x reader
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princess of daydreams
knight!megumi x princess!reader
Warning: heavy pining, masturbation, corruption kink, implied virginity loss, implied unprotected sex (pull out method used).
An: this was only supposed to be a drabble ._. got carried away.
minors do not interact/ 18+ only
He’s always been stoic. A true rule follower to his core. He luckily hasn’t had to go out and risk his life for a pointless war that brings nothing but death for months only for the two kingdoms to come to a stupid truce. That’s the one thing he doesn’t see himself doing. Fighting to keep up with a king’s inflated ego. That’s why he was happy to be assigned under the royal guard. But that wasn’t the only reason he was content with his position.
Sapphire orbs drink up layers of ribbon and silks every time he sees you. He hated those huge puffy dresses on you, obscuring him from seeing your true frame. Makes him feel perverted when he thinks any of those thoughts and they’re so often. He sits up straighter every time you pass him. When your eyes meet he feels his throat dry and his hands clam up. Then there’s that sweet smile you always greet him with.
That moment always feels like sunshine beaming on his face. Like the air was sucked from his lungs and he has to take a gulp of fresh air. It gets to him so bad. That smile replays in his daydreams when his mind isn’t occupied with anything else. It’s even worse at night when his imagination really takes over.
Alone in his own chambers, he imagines what you look like in your night clothes or maybe even nothing at all. He feels so ashamed when he becomes aroused from the thought. Megumi always imagines what you would whisper to him if he had you here with him. He wonders if you would be hesitant in the case of keeping your innocence because of your status.
He thinks about corrupting you, convincing you to give him your first time under the idea that he’s helping you, showing you how to please your future husband. And you, so sweet and naive, give it to him willingly so you can be a good future wife.
Megumi shudders thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, instructing you not to use your teeth. Your mouth would be so warm and he wants to cum in it so bad and tell you to swallow it. He feels sick for thinking about kissing you afterwards.
Then he gets you under him, preps you so sweetly since it’s your first time and you need lubrication. Instead he just wanted to taste you. He thinks about how good you probably taste and how you would squirm from his tongue. He would make sure you finish on his mouth before trying out his fingers. He starts with one and soothes you when you cry, kissing away your tears. He would admire your beauty here and silently wish you were his. Then the second finger. By then you’re moving your hips in tandem with his fingers and you come undone again.
It’s so warm, with your bodies pressed together and nothing but the moonlight illuminating your guys’ features. With a couple sloppy kisses shared Megumi lines himself up with your purity. This is the part of the imagination where Megumi starts to touch himself.
Rough, calloused hands, used to holding a sword, grasps his hard cock. He sighs out, jaw slacking a bit and sapphire eyes closing. He smears the pre dribbling from his slit onto his cock. His hips rock to fuck up into his fist and he moans softly from the slight relief. He knows you would feel so much better wrapped around him.
His imagination runs wild with the thought of finally easing himself into you. He would shush you when you cry out to him that it hurts. “You want to be a noble wife, right? Then we can’t get caught. Quiet my lady.” He gets halfway before pulling out and pushing back in even farther. It starts to get easier for you to take him, your cunt opening up for him with every slight push of his hips.
Your nails dig into his strong forearms as you whine and keen for him. His lips mold with yours to shush you and he changes the position slightly to spread you even more open for him. The back of your knees rest in the crooks of his elbows and the pain returns again as he digs himself deeper into you. He wants to curse aloud and moan out your name so you know what you do to him.
“S- sir it’s deep,” you whisper to him as he keeps his pace slow.
“That’s the point,” he speaks in the dark. “Your husband is going to want to impregnate you the first night of your marriage. He needs to be close to your womb. Therefore this position is very common.” You don’t even question him because Megumi makes you feel safe. He’s supposed to. He’s a knight of the royal guard.
His hand speeds up and a hiss sounds from his lips as he imagines his balls clapping against against your ass every time he thrusts back in. He thinks about how well you would take it despite being a sweet little virgin. And all because you want to please your future husband, whoever he shall be. But in that moment you’re Megumi’s and Megumi’s alone.
You two try to stay quiet but it feels too good. Each other’s names whispered against your lips as you shared sweet kisses. A groan and a curse from Megumi and a shaky moan and whimpers from you. The bed creaks a bit from all the movement and Megumi can feel himself getting close. “I’m almost there,” he moans softly. You pull him in for another kiss, this one a bit messier and needier than the others.
It has him flinging to the edge and it disappoints him that he has to pull out. But he does, stroking his pretty cock over your body, cumming with a low, “fuck”.
He spills into his hand, some of it getting onto his lower abdomen. In his daydream though, he finishes on your bosom that he still wishes he could see with his own eyes.
Here comes the shame that approaches with these nightly thoughts. He shouldn’t be thinking about even doing that to you. But he always wonders if you would take him up on the offer if he ever asked. With a sigh he cleans himself up and takes himself back to bed, absolutely angry at himself for wanting to corrupt the princess.
Meanwhile he doesn’t know that you think of him, the pretty knight that fights with the fierceness of fire, when playing in your pretty cunt. Your nightly routine also included a made up scenario of him accompanying you to his chamber and filling you to the brim. Maybe one day you’ll order him to your room so you can enact your fantasy. But for now you two rely on your imagination to get you through these lonely nights.
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tags: @luxekeyah @chosovixen @noritopia
#i’m so distraught over him#missing my bf megumi#smiley’s works <3#megumi x reader#megumi smut#fushiguro x reader#megumi fushiguro smut#megumi fushiguro x reader#jjk smut
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Werewolf!mingyu x f!reader pregnancy headcanons
continuation of werewolf!mingyu
Warnings: biting/marking, breeding kink, mention of iud and iud removal, cum inflation, pregnancy
Werewolf mingyu knows he wants you to be his wife after the first date
Knows he wants to build a family with you by the third
You get married right out of college and he’s ready to get started, but you’re not quite there yet
He’s patient, and it helps that you have an iud so he can still knot you as often as you both want
Which happens to be just about every day thanks to his wolf shouting at him to mark you in some way
He wants to keep his teeth marks all over you but talks himself down to just two - one on your tummy and one on your inner thigh
Absolutely loses his mind when you tell him you want to get your iud taken out and start trying
Quite literally rips off your clothes and takes you right there in the living room
First he bends you over the couch and then he has you sit on his dick in his favorite chair and fuck yourself on his knot
Both times, he can’t stop from sinking his teeth into the spot where your neck meets your shoulder
It hurts like hell and you have to hide the bite mark at work but you’re not upset with him
If anything, you feel even more loved
Because you know he was so lost in you that he lost control, because he apologized so many times after, and because he ate you out for the rest of the night to make up for it
He takes you to your iud removal appointment and holds your hand the whole time and gives you tummy rubs until the soreness goes away
Then the next few months are wild, and so is mingyu
He fucks you for hours at a time, multiple times a day
You both have to call out of work more than once because you just can’t tear yourselves away from each other
You have a near permanent swollen belly from all the cum he’s pumping into you on the daily (nigh hourly) and he’s absolutely obsessed with it
“This is how you’ll look in the first couple months,” he says, holding your stomach with both hands and grinning up at you with starry eyes and sharp teeth
It takes almost a year and a lot of cycle planning, but you finally get that positive pregnancy test and you both cry over it (mingyu more than you (shocker))
He thanks you more times than you can count, presses kisses all over your belly, and takes you right back to bed to celebrate
Throughout your pregnancy, he dotes on you even more than he did before
Cooks all of your meals and takes you out shopping for maternity clothes any time something you love doesn’t fit
Goes with you to every appointment and always reminds you of questions you mentioned wanting to ask, takes notes the whole time in a journal with little baby footprints on the front
Rubs your back and your feet every night, takes pleasure and pride in smoothing cocoa butter over your growing belly to help with the itchiness of stretching skin
Will pick you up and carry you at the drop of a hat, all you have to do is say, “My calves are a little sore tod-” and you’re in his arms
Sleeps with one arm under your head and the other cradling your bump
Wakes up every single time you get up to go to the bathroom because even with how deeply he sleeps, he can still sense when you’re not there
Fucks you so gently, it brings tears to your eyes
You feel so good, he can’t talk while he’s fucking you, but as soon as he’s got you locked around his knot, he says the sweetest things
Things like, “You’re so fucking beautiful, all full and round with our baby,” and “I love you more than anything, honey,” and “Fuck, I just wanna keep you like this forever, keep you on my knot, keep you bred.”
You wish the same, of course, but you both decide to give your body a year to recover which means he just soaks in this time with even more dedication
When it's time for your baby to join you earthside, you're actually the one panicking
You're convinced you can't do it, convinced his cute little monster baby will rip you apart, convinced you're not cut out to be a mother
He soothes every worry, reminds you that you've been preparing for this for near ten months, tells you you'll be the best possible mother because you're already the best possible person
And many hours later when you're holding your baby and he's holding you, you finally believe him
#mingyu smut#kim mingyu smut#mingyu x reader#mingyu x you#mingyu x y/n#mingyu fanfic#mingyu headcanons#mingyu imagines#mingyu scenarios#seventeen smut#kpop smut#svt smut#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you#seventeen x y/n#svt x reader#svt imagines#tw pregnancy mention#pregnancy tw#cw pregnancy#supernatural svt
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That thrill of fear running up your spine, knowing you’re being hunted by the apex of all predators - An Alpha under the full moon.
You can’t transform, you’re just a simple guy. Your heart is pounding in your ears, and your breath is catching in your throat as you hear him, growling and snarling as he runs after you, the moon shining above as he gains on you.
A stumble, that’s all it takes before he is on top of you, panting in your face as he leans in and presses his huge tongue into your mouth, lapping at your muffled noises. The way his tongue feels just serves to make your cunt clench down with want. You didn’t expect this. You thought he just wanted to eat you.
But the huge cock resting against your thigh suggests something else entirely.
He ruts it against your thigh again, leaving a trail of sticky precum on your jeans. You feel yourself getting wet as he kisses you again- or rather, fucks your mouth with his huge tongue.
A little wriggle and you’re able to tug your jeans and boxers down, exposing your heated cunt to the cool night air.
The scent of you has his attention, and he pulls away from your mouth to sniff at your cunt, before lapping at you, obscene noises filling the air as he gets a taste, flehmen response has his teeth chattering - Clearly you taste great to him. He continues to lick, and his thick tongue catches on your cunt directly rather than your tdick, and that has his interest all the more. He presses his tongue into your cunt, licking and groaning at how good you taste. You’re gripping the moss beneath your hands, entire body on fire with how good it feels, and before you know it, he’s forced you to cum. And fuck, it feels so good.
Before you can even catch your breath, he’s pressing the huge tapered tip of his thick cock against your cunt, and presses into you quickly, humping like the beast he is, one paw gently cupping your face, the other holding your hips in place so he can pound you stupid.
You can feel your cervix being abused by his huge lupine cock, see the outline where he presses in deep, driving you wild with pleasure. It’s not long before you cum again, and again, but he won’t stop- not yet. He’s frantic, and you can feel his knot slowly starting to catch, starting to inflate.
Finally, he presses in so deep that you’re sure you’ll never be filled like this again, and his knot inflates against your g-spot, and you feel pump after pump of his hot, virile werewolf cum flooding your womb, and that has you cum one last time, your legs wrapped around his waist.
Lying there, beneath him as the aftershocks of your shared orgasms runs off, you can see his tail wagging, and he licks at your face again, pleased that he’s managed to breed himself a pretty little mate like you.
#terato#terato nsft#werewolf nsft#werewolf breeding#t4t nsft#t4t breeding#werewolf t4t#werewolf smut#knotting nsft#knot nsft#dubcon nsft#dubcon#monsterfucking nsft#monster loving#monster loving nsft#ftm nsft#ftm ns/fw#ftm mlm#fantasy nsft#fantasy
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Just a smut snippet I’m working on, nothing more for now 🌝
ExAK!Jason Todd/fem!reader (but something special going on with reader)
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“What if I accidentally kill you?”
“S’Nothing new, sweetheart,” he quirks a brow, smirking despite your heavy concern. “Guess I’ll die doin’ something I love. Won’t I?”
“Jay,” you tilt your head with a groan, involuntarily smirking in amusement. “I mean it.”
The worry was written all over your face, which only inflated Jason’s amusement in this situation.
You weren’t sure if this would work, never knowing if Ivy made an antidote for this.
You don’t even know why Jason suggested it. Strictly out of boredom for all you knew, or strict curiosity. He was cocky, incredibly cocky even while his hands massaged along your hips.
“You know in that big heart of yours that you don’t want me dead.” His pretty eyes maintaining determination for you, his voice calm and soothing. “Keep that in mind, at least.”
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His hands grasp the fat of your hips, clutching your waist against his. If you were just a little taller, you’d feel the thickness of his stone hard cock eagerly grinding your plush ass.
Warm, thick digits brush against your shielded core, flushed and dripping from guilty excitement. A stifled grunt escapes deep down in his throat, as if just by touching you made the heat in his belly burn hotter. The sickeningly sweet smell of your arousal driving him absolutely wild.
“Please babe.” Hot, husky breath fanned along the back of your neck, lowered tone full of darkened vigor. His chest heaved as if chasing after a bitter criminal over a series of rooftops, beads of sweat decorating his forehead, curling his slick black hair.
“I need a taste. Just a little taste.”
That brutish, ego inflated tone of his resorted down into a weak, meager voice in your ear. Starving, desperate for a drink, whimpering for a satisfaction only you could satiate.
He wanted nothing else but to push your hips close and fuck you with his tongue, drinking you up like most finest reserve.
These thoughts, these urges, they reached farther than that. A bit darker. Jason held back, fighting off a potent cloud of lust that made his head spin.
He wanted you. All of you.
His patience had to truly be put to the test. He wasn’t a patient man, as dire as his desire was to have you, a cloying rosy cloud of submission laced over his brain.
“Please,” a crackle in his voice makes your nerves jolt into hyperdrive. “Please, just let me—“
“Jason,” your hands grasped his trembling wrists, making him wince at his sudden fear of you refusing.
“Don’t tell me to stop.” His whimper breaks into a meager whine, fingers grasping hold of your lower waist. “Baby, D-Don’t tell me, please. I’ll do anything you want, just-just let me taste you—“
He can’t get the words out, swallowing back the lump in his throat. Please don’t deprive him of his antidote, he’ll do as you bid of him. Anything you wanted, but don’t deprive him of you.
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x fem!reader#dc jason todd#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x reader smut#Jason Todd smut#use of pheromones 🌝#some toxic stuff
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Can you write a smut/NSFW for RockZombie Branch?
RAGHH I have not been asked this yet!! But hell yes yes yes yes
He was so hot and attractive who let him be so hot?? With his stupid ass mullet (I lie mullets are so hot ugh) why was he so attractive
Warning this is nsfw so please take care and might border beyond vanilla !!
Also reminder; I mainly write x male reader but mainly a trans male that is comfortable with pussy / cunt being involved however you may reader this AFAB !
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‗ ❍ this man,,, is so into somnophilia, im sorry he is, especially being deep in your cunt, causing a bulge in your stomach
‗ ❍ breath play - receiving more than giving, wants to feel your hands around his throat, makes him feel crazy and wild
‗ ❍ ugh he has big ass fangs, fangs that he loves brushing all over your body, sinking in lightly on your chest
‗ ❍ blood play!! He enjoys you making him blood
‗ ❍ primal play ,,, gods he would love to “hunt” you down, inhaling your scent before having you pinned to a rock
‗ ❍ breeding kink!! This involves slight cum-inflation too, snarling in your ear how he’s going to fuck you full of kids
‗ ❍ gods he loves doggy straight up!! With his teeth in your shoulder, hands on the middle of your back to keep you pinned there
‗ ❍ spanking, he so will be into spanking you leaving a bite mark on the red handprint too
‗ ❍ would get so frustrated that his cock couldn’t fit into your cunt fully, his nails dragging into the dirt around you trying to get it in
‗ ❍ cock is 9 1/2 inches, thickest part 3.57, thinnest 3.34, knot expands to 4.89
‗ ❍ likes you loud
‗ ❍ rather you be trapped under him than riding him, but he wouldn’t be opposed to it
‗ ❍ very easily controlled in this state, tell him to do something and he will
‗ ❍ big munch too, loves eating pussy, could stay there for the rest of his life if you let him
‗ ❍ fucker definitely keeps your dirty underwear to use to jerk off with when he can, shoving his nose in it
‗ ❍ so into you grabbing his ears to hold on, makes him turn them into you to hear you better
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I’m sorry it’s so short but !! And I’m not fully comfortable writing writing you know? I haven’t in a while so I’ll stick to these things until I feel more confident
#trolls#trolls 2#trolls world tour#rock zombie branch#branch#trolls branch#branch x reader#trolls branch x reader
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I'm not sure if this is what you're after but here it is anyway!
What would push OT8 over the edge into fucking you in semi-public?
I can see Minho putting up with reader being super bratty until he can't take it anymore and needing to put them in their place (like how Hyunjin pokes at him until he reacts).
I can see Changbin being really possessive for some reason, but not in a way he reacts in front of everyone, only showing that side to his S/O. He will watch you flirt from a distance with a smirk on his face until he can't take it anymore and drag you into the nearest bathroom?
Chan being the absolute comfort person he is, I can see it being something discussed thoroughly about before hand and he sees you wearing an agreed upon item, showing him it's something you want?
I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted or if you are uncomfy with this, feel free to just delete it 😅
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ㅤ ♡ ͟ ׂ ㅤ 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸 𝖪𝖨𝖣𝖲 + 𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖯𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮 𝖥𝖴𝖢𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖨𝖭 𝖲𝖤𝖬𝖨-𝖯𝖴𝖡𝖫𝖨𝖢 !
pairing: ot8 skz x gn!reader
genre: smut, exhibitionism, semi-public fucking (obv).
note: set this at a random formal event but i think it works for pretty much every setting lmao and this ask has been staying in my inbox for WAY TOO LONG OMG, hope u enjoy :3 also, made some paraghraps shorter and others longer, hope yall dont mind
receiving nudes from you (chan) — he's not paying you enough attention, and he's looking absolutely scrumptious in the suit he chose to wear tonight? sneak into the bathroom and send him a pic of your tits/ass/pussy/dick or whatever you know turns him on and you can bet he's gonna knock at your door the following second. you also made sure to include the 'free use' bracelet in the picture you sent him, so as soon as he walks in, he knows he can go wild and wholly ravage you without caring if other people can hear.
being bratty, aka teasing and challenging him while he's speaking to other people (minho, seungmin) — keep butting into his conversations, poke fun at him and challenge whatever he's saying just for funsies, just to get a reaction out of him and see how fast he's pulling you into the first storage room he spots. next thing you know, your face is smushed against the fancy wooden door and his hands are all over you, his hard cock is roughly thrusting inside of you from behind, his lips are biting and sucking on your neck, and your broken moans are filling the cramped room. you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to shut up, because you can hear people chatting and laughing on the other side of the door you're being pressed against, but his hand quickly comes up to grip your throat, squeezing it, making your gasp. “trying to shut that big fucking mouth of yours now, huh? should've thought of doing it sooner.” he hisses in your ear, before speeding up his thrusts.
actively trying to make him jealous (changbin, jeongin) — he knows you're doing this just to rile him up, to make him act up and be possessive in front of others just for fun, but he doesn't fall for your games. instead, he watches from the bar stool, drink in hand, as you flirt with a rando, whispering whatever in their ear, touching their hands and whatnot, but still, you eyes never leave his, and his ego inflates, he grins at that, at the way your eyes now burn on his skin because that was not the reaction you wanted out of him. he sees you glare at him, before your hands start lingering just a tad too long on that rando's chest, and arms. he sees you biting your bottom lip and laughing a little bit to hard at whatever they are saying. he bets that was the worst fucking joke someone had ever spit out during the whole course of humanity, and it annoys him how you're willing to show just anyone your beautiful smile. but what pushes him over the edge is when that rando gets just a bit too comfortable and places their hands on your hips, their face gets a bit too close to yours and you don't push them away. you subtly look at him, hiding a victorious smile when you see him down his drink and walk towards you. you won. you know your guts are about to be destroyed, and you can't wait for that to happen.
lingering touches (hyunjin, felix) — he's a sucker for soft intimacy, so the feeling of your fingertips tracing his neck as you sit next to each other, of your thighs brushing his, of your soft lips pressing kisses on his cheeks whenever you think people aren't watching, turns him on. hey, don't make fun of him! he's whipped for you, what's he supposed to do about it? he tries to conceal his growing boner by crossing his legs and placing his hands on his lap, but you know him too well, and the event is kinda boring, so a little teasing and touching his dick above his clothes won't do any harm, right? wrong, because all it takes is an 'accidental' brush of your thumb over his tip and he's dragging you in the bathroom to fuck your brains out.
“i don't have any panties on.” (jisung) — whisper this in his ear and watch his cheeks go red, his mouth go agape, and his adam's apple bob. you walk away from him with a giggle and his eyes are stuck on your hips swaying towards the bathroom, easily picturing you naked skin hiding under the fabric. he tries to fight his growing boner, to remember that he's at an extremely important event, but with a fake cough, he's zooming through the crowd and directed to the bathroom a few seconds later, where you are waiting for him with a grin and, indeed, no panties on. doesn't take him long before he's desperately rutting inside of you and struggling to keep his mouth shut at your soft praises.
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#🍑 anon#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#skz hard hours#kpop smut
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Safe & Sound
Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader, 2.3k (18+, smut, oral(f!reciving), pnv sex, established relationships, use of baby/baby girl, no y/n, smidge of angst)
Notes: I write for another fandom in a different blog and couldn’t help but jump on the Miguel train. 💛✨
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Nueva York’s metro moves like a metal bullet tearing into a lavender and yellow sunrise. Birds break out into the skies, traveling from one tree to the next. Steam rises from vents as those waking rush to heat their homes, covering the streets and taxis in a man made fog. The thick mist drifts past cafes where open signs have just flipped and welcome bells ring. But high up on the 76th floor of a condominium, two bodies intertwine beneath warm sheets, too far to be awoken by the commotion.
Miguel’s legs drape over the edge of a bed, bare feet caught in strips of golden sunlight. It’s a king sized bed and somehow he manages to spill out of it, especially when he bullies his way over into your side, broad shoulders blotting out the sun and keeping you in the shadows where your sleep remains undisturbed.
There’s a wide gap from where his side of the bed should be. No matter how many times you tease him about a hostile takeover of what little domain you have of the king sized mattress, Miguel finds a way to fit himself around you. Your bare skin is warm and soft against his. You smell like a blend of your body wash, the pile of bed sheets, and a little like him and it drives him fucking wild. He’ll take whatever time he can have pressed up against you because... well.
Being Spider-Man is more demanding than a full time job. Try as hard as he might, there are nights where his superhero duties don’t end in a timely fashion and you sleep alone with a hand on his pillow. He tells you it’s because no one else can do what he does and… well, it’s half of the truth.
“I’m the one and only Spider-Man,” he laments to you. “The city needs me.”
“You have to come back in one piece. Promise?” you ask as worry etches itself on your face and on your body.
Large fingers wrap around your chin and Miguel pulls you in for a chaste but sweet kiss. Brown eyes blink slowly and his cheeks wrinkle in a smile.
“Always,” Miguel answers.
While you know his big superhero secret identity, there’s another secret that’s he’s been keeping from you— a little white lie. Miguel O’Hara is the only Spider-Man of Earth-928 but he’s not the only Spider-Man. He’s seen alternate realities, other universes where he’s an ordinary man working at a lab while a teenager gets bit and becomes Spider-Man or one where he’s a bodybuilder turned movie star. The multiverse is vast and entertaining to pick apart until Miguel gets a peek of realities that make his stomach twist and drop.
The fortunate events which link you two together often leads to roads where one of you is doomed to an early grave. So he decides he doesn’t want to leave your lives up to chance. Everyday, he whittles at his algorithms, tinkers with new wrist tech, all in the hopes of containing the status quo of his reality.
Miguel’s confident. Statistically, there has to be a reality where it all ends well for you both and it very well may be this one.
He watches your chest rise and fall as you doze and slowly moves his arm from your waist to your wrist. His fingers idly trace a band of metal on your ring finger and he smiles to himself, turning his gaze to a matching gold band on his hand.
You’re his, as he is yours and you are here, alive and safe and—
Miguel buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. Your back tenses as you wake, lungs inflating from a quick and deep inhale. With one eye open, you find the time on a wall clock and wince at the numbers you see.
“Mig…” you protest. It’s early, but not unreasonably so and you wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t your day off together. No superhero business, no work calls, just the two of you and a lazy morning. “Five more minutes. No… wait, half an hour.”
“Baby,” he purrs back in your ear.
You make a noise while burying your face into the pillow, your body twisting away from his grasp. Miguel laughs and exhales a warm breath that tickles the nape of your neck.
“Are you still tired?” he asks, voice low and laced with desire.
You know that tone and if his wandering hands slipping from your waist to your backside are any kind of indicator, Miguel won’t be letting you slumber for much longer. You can’t help it. Your back arches to his touch, lips parting in a half moan.
“Mhmm,” you mumble, your face digging into cotton as you nod. “Can’t wake up m’too sleepy.”
He chuckles, chest vibrating against your back. You’re lucky he finds you cute. Miguel’s palm grips your butt and gives it a small squeeze before the weight behind you dips as he shuffles his large body further down the bed. His hands engulf your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls them apart. You’ve no choice but to reorient yourself onto your back, following his movement down your thighs.
“Mig, what are you up to?” You eye him warily with a lazy smile tugging at your lips. Your vision blurs as your eyelids threaten to shut.
He lays a kiss on your inner thigh. Bright red tints the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill over and replace the soft brown.
“Do you need help waking up?” At your nod, he continues, “That’s what I’m up to.”
He smirks, fangs catching the light of the morning sun and it’s gone once his face dips lower. His tongue drags along the seam of your sex, dipping between your folds for a quick taste. Miguel lets out a rumbling sound, pushing his face in deeper to breathe you in. Your fingers work their way into his hair but your grip is loose, a sleepy sort of pawing at his head. Still half awake, your thighs are slack, tensing only as his tongue rises and reaches a hard nub of nerves.
“Mig…” you moan, eyes fluttering shut.
“That’s my baby. Come here.”
A hand wraps around your back and lifts your hips up for him while thick fingers prod at your cunt. Miguel wraps his lips around your clit, licking flat, broad strokes as amber eyes watch you writhe and jolt beneath him.
“You don’t look so sleepy anymore,” he goads. You shake your head and he chuckles. “No?”
“Nuh uh-h. Oh god—”
He eases two fingers in knuckle deep, groaning at how wet they get. Pumping them in slowly, Miguel curls them around sensitive nerves, feeling you clench down on his hand. It’s easy to lose yourself to the feel of your husband’s mouth on you and the stretch of his fingers pounding into you, but you eventually notice something’s off.
You can feel him grinning while he licks and swirls his tongue around your swollen nub, hands beginning to slow to a halt. His fingers pull almost all the way out you, causing your eyes to finally open and a noise of protest leaves your lips.
“Mig—” you begin, swallowing down a hiccupy moan. “Miguel, please.”
Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Wicked as ever, his tongue moves at unrelenting speeds. Heat flares from your abdomen, thighs twitching out of your control. Between you and him, there’s a damp mess between your legs as Miguel bullies your clit. Your hips try to chase his fingers as they leave you for good, desperate to clench around something, anything. You let out a sob when he stops to press a kiss to your clit.
“Babe!” you cry out, pulling harshly at his hair.
His face rises just enough for you to spot how drenched his chin is. A pink tongue darts around his lips and he smirks.
“You want it, baby girl?” His voice takes on a rougher quality as he challenges you. Large fingers push at your cunt, almost in but not quite. “Work for it.”
Your limbs are still heavy from sleep but the need to feel Miguel makes you roll your hips until you feel yourself push down and squeeze around his fingers. He doesn’t move though, grins wider while he watches you fuck yourself on his hand.
“Isn’t that better?” Miguel asks like he doesn’t know the answer. The hand on your back slips away, flattening onto the bed as he rises above you. You’re too busy trying to follow his other hand to realize he’s right by your head, wide shoulders blotting out the morning sun.
Breath hot and heavy, he snarls in your ear, “Does it feel good when you listen?”
“Mhmm!”
You cling to him, clumsily grabbing his arms as an anchor. Between gasps and moans, his name is a chant on your lips, drawing him closer.
Miguel’s an odd entity. Without the mask, he’s soft with you, cracks smiles throughout the day and fills your ears with loving whispers of devotion. He’s not demanding of you in the way that he is with his team of superheroes at his beck and call. You’ve overheard him being prickly and impatient when things don’t go to his plans, seen him bare his teeth in anger. But never at you.
In here, where the sheets are silken, the atmosphere a little lighter, a little slower… Miguel’s a different man.
“You’re so close… I can feel it,” he growls out. He places a hand on your hip to still your twisting form and it’s infuriating how little effort he uses to hold you like a limp doll. With slick sounds, his fingers slide in and out of you, dragging across taut nerves. “Not yet, baby girl. Not yet.”
“Mig, please. I need you. I need…”
“Hmm?” He lays a kiss on your cheek, lips lifting in a smirk. Miguel wanders down, repeating his hummed reply, kissing your jaw and nipping at your neck. “Say it again.”
You whine and rake your nails across the broad expanse of his shoulders, drawing red lines on sun-kissed skin. “Need you in me, Miguel.”
Your words seep through his skin and into his bones. Every fiber of him aches for you. He’s the king of edging himself, of self control as he fights to ignore the throbbing twitch of his cock. You call to him once more, needy and desperate for him, and Miguel’s done. His hips rut forward, seeking your soaked cunt and he finds it, the fat head of him nudging at your entrance.
He groans out your name, head hung forward and his hands splaying around your face. The sheets strain from his claws retracting and returning and all you see in his eyes are red. Miguel’s shoulders push into the backs of your knees as he hinges forward, forcing your thighs further open for him. There’s mumbled Spanish flowing past his lips as he claims you slowly, your husband taking his sweet time filling you up.
“Fuck, sweet girl. My wife. So fucking tight for me,” he groans.
The pace he sets is fast and devastatingly deep. Miguel reaches spots that makes you incoherent, makes your head toss back as you spew whatever your fucked out mind can give him. It’s messy, rough and he fucks you like you’d never break. And you never do. You always give him what he needs and knowing that brings him to his knees.
Red eyes find you in the waves of passion and Miguel’s looking at you as though this moment is finite. He’s never going to tell you about the other you’s— can’t let you know the statistics which haunt him daily.
Instead, Miguel devours your every moan, lips crushing yours so he can taste you as you tremble. You’re impossibly tight around him, muscles clamping down on him and skin slick with sweat. Your nails mark his back and shoulders, smaller fingers winding into his curls and tugging hard. He can feel you falling off the edge and leans into it, all too happy to chase the end with you.
His hand works its way between you, firm thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. There’s no reprieve from the cascade of sensations he’s building. Miguel chases your climax until you come around him with a cry of his name.
“Yes, baby girl. Fuck. Fuck,” he moans.
Hips rutting faster, cock pushing you towards hypersensitivity, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you in close. His back muscles seize beneath your hands as he comes with a groan. Miguel’s muttering your name in a breathy chant, hips slowing to a roll as more of his thick spend fills you.
His nose bumps yours, eyes brimming with warmth and fondness. It should feel dirty and hot with how wet it sounds between your legs but you don’t hear it when Miguel murmurs in your ear.
“Still sleepy?” he coos.
You grab at his cheeks and squeeze, receiving an eye roll on his part. He’s handsome but stubborn, your husband.
“Mig…” you laugh. “Can’t feel my bones after that.”
He nuzzles your cheek and hums an acknowledgment. You’re warm, still clinging to him in more than one way. Outside, the sky’s turned blue as the sun finds its way through the windows, shining brightly on your skin. Beads of sweat caught on your neck and chest glitter in the light. He’s never seen anything as beautiful as you.
“Breakfast?” he offers.
“Shower,” you insist and twist your hips to remind him of the stickiness which coats both your bodies.
“Mmm. But I like you like this,” Miguel teases. He rolls his hips, cock still hard and buried deep, eliciting a moan from your lips. “So full of me, baby.”
“I like it, too,” you answer and squeeze his cheek again.
Miguel smiles as if he’s a man unburdened. Here in Spiderman 2099’s universe, you’re safe and sound.
#my fics#astv#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#atsv miguel#fem!reader#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o hara smut#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel x y/n#miguel x you#spider man 2099 x reader
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Temptation
Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader
Summary: Your parents come to visit you and your boyfriend Leon and don't realize the sexual tension in the room <3
Tw: implied future sexy times, suggestive touching, suggestive talking, painfully oblivious behavior
18+!! Not really, but it'd help my sanity. MDNI!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
Enjoy! <3
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The counter digs harshly into your back as Leon presses you against it. His hands grip onto your hips, flushing them against his as he grinds into you.
Your moans are swallowed by Leon's mouth as he kisses you, his tongue tasting every inch of you. You place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him away as you catch your breath. "Leon... we can't,"
He leans down to your neck, breathing in your scent before placing sloppy kisses on the skin.
You groan, trying to push him off of you. "Lee, we don't have time-"
He grunts and you gasp when he dives his hips into yours roughly.
"We will if we hurry-"
He doesn't even get to fully finish his sentence before the doorbell rings, startling the both of you.
You gasp loudly, pushing Leon to the side. You ignore the way he stumbles as you run to the mirror that rests on the wall of your living room. "Fuck! I told you they would come early!" You fix your hair and scan over your appearance. Lucky enough, Leon hadn't left any hickeys that you would have to hide.
You turn around rushing for the front door when the doorbell rings again. "Coming!" You yell, glancing at Leon and giving him a look that says, 'get your shit together!'.
You reach the front door and take a deep breath before opening it.
"Hi mom! Hi dad!" You reach out for a hug, which they both happily return.
"Oh, (Y/n)! We've been so excited to come and see you! Gosh knows we've been trying to come here forever! But inflation of course- and these high as hell gas prices! Universe knows ain't no body paying 40 dollars for a full tank-"
You listen to your mother ramble on and on, smiling nervously as you lead them to the kitchen. By now, Leon has himself together. He takes the food out of the oven and smiles at your parents.
"Ma'am. Sir. Pleasure to see you again."
Your moms runs to him after he puts the hot pan on the counter, throwing her arms around his neck.
"There's my future son-in-law! Now how many times have we told you to call us by our names!" Your dad walks away while laughing, heading to the living room as Leon pats your mom's back softly while making eye contact with you. His gaze is nothing short of mischievous.
"Sorry ma'am. I'm rather formal."
Tonight's gonna be a long one.
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The entire night, your parents somehow don't catch the knowing glances and sly touches that happen between you and Leon.
Leon looked at you multiple times when he would make a dirty joke that just managed to pass as another one of his horrible quips. He brushed against you at random times. Not sexually, just to feel you. And it drove you wild. When it was time to eat dinner, Leon kept his hand on your leg, sometimes moving it up a little too high just to see your reaction.
You're surprised your parents never noticed your jumps or when you felt your face heat up and your legs clench. Yet, they never showed any knowledge, continuing to talk and ask the two of you invasive questions until it was time to leave.
They'd left tired and satisfied, giving the both of you a hug and giving last minute advice before heading out.
It isn't until you're washing the dishes when you suddenly feel a presence behind you. His hands land on your waist, his lips finding their way to your ear.
"Now, where were we?"
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This is definitely... something. I have no idea where this idea came from. ANYWAYS, I wrote this while listening to one of those
'pov: you're hot' playlists. :)
Hope you enjoyed!
Requests are open! <3
#leon x reader#resident evil#viaoverthemoon#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy smut#re4 leon#re4#smut#resident evil leon
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Identifying furries by their fursonas
Fox- this is the default fursona for the default furry, namely a twink with a blown out fucked to death asshole
Vixen- Girl fox referred to as a vixen is an egg, girl fox just referred to as a fox is an out trans woman
Kistune - the same as above but weeb flavor
he-wolf - a greasy guy who weighs 12 pounds soaking wet and wears a fedora. republican.
she-wolf - the butchest bull dyke you ever saw
coyote - manic depressive. always on something. the drug connection at any furry party
Cat- always a woman
black cat - could be any gender but always goth
kitten/kitty - a trans sex worker, has an only fans they really want you to know about.
bobcat - older dude. wants people to think he's ex-military
Jaguar - an older black guy. will probably have the word "black" in his fursona's name
lion - just a huge asshole
tiger - another asshole. old. wants you to believe he's ex military or ex-police, probably a member of the dorsai irregulars. major grill dad vibes
jackal - a huge asshole and a slut. white gay racist, probably transphobic
cougar - either a trans woman or a terf. there's no in between
Horse - white woman who identifies as 2 Spirit or a guy who wants to be stomped on
Pony - gay nazi
unicorn - either the absolute gayest dude you can be or a 9 year old girl. sometimes a late in life transition
Tanuki - latino
badger - either a huge lesbian or an old avuncular straight guy. possible sex pest
Raccoon - nature's greatest mistake. too normie to be furry, too furry to be normie. dilf.
bat - either a goth or a real annoying shit (some overlap). invader zim fanboy. doesn't drink alcohol but claims to act crazy on "sugar highs." definitely has dabbled in webcomics
cow - a woman. maternal. mom friend or mommy dom. milf. possibly trans femme
steer - a big strong fat rough trade gay guy
sheep - mom vibes
pretty much any farm animal - mom vibes
domestic pig - wild card. might be a wet and messy fetish thing tho or a trash eating thing. loves to be stinky. loves to talk about being stinky.
wild pig - trans masc
skunk - either a fat beardy guy who has a tumblr blog about animation squash & stretch or a stoner gal. very straight. the straightest. a kinsey 0. has strong feelings about what the fandom used to be like before there were all these kids in it.
rat - is a huge asshole as a front, probably likes talking cigars
lemur - autistic
sloth - 420 blaze it. will never finish any commissions
chakat - an older cishet man who thinks the fandom is too political & refers to "anime" as "japanimation"
sergel - nazi
citra - the biggest dipshit you've ever met
procyon - furry equivalent of the thomas jefferson miku binder pic. you should not be talking to this person, this is a literal child
weasel - a girl with cluster b personality disorders
ferret - a person who has at least one pet ferret, but probably many
mole - this person thinks they're in a beatrix potter story
guinea pig/chinchilla/jerboa/gerbil/any kind of fat rodent you can keep as a pet - the sweetest person you will ever meet
armadillo/pangolin/anteater/aardvark - smug, contrarian. "i just wanna be different"
mouse - vore fetishist, prey. sub.
hyena - vore fetishist, pred. probably trans masc
otter - a dommy twink, possible enby
bear - gay
panda - absolutely a white person pretending to be asian. probably running a gofund me scam with a suspicious story about how they're a professional nintendo gamer who injured their hand or something
bullfrog - a huge fat hairy straight guy
any other frog - inflation or rubber fetishist
axolotl/newt/salamander - genderfluid enby
rabbit - trad wife trans woman
squirrel - autistic and gay
deer - gay
gazelle - zootopia megafan
monkey - punk DIY artist type, definitely loves weed
ape - absolutely baffling. nothing this person does or says makes any sense. you will be left wondering whether you're speaking to a child, a person with severe mental issues, or someone who doesn't have english as a first language
elephant - mom friend
hippo - a fat fetishist or a transformation fetishist
rhino - an older cishet dude who wants to project a curmudgeonly yet approachable aura
kangaroo - definitely not an australian person. extremely focused kinkster, usually feet or inflation. more STDs than should be possible to carry
koala - an asian woman
virginia opossum - anarchist/communist punk trans man who makes zines and/or comics
australian possum - just here to have fun. wants everyone else to be having fun too. wacky funster. (sugar gliders and flying squirrels fall under this category)
any other marsupial - poser
monotremes - extreme poser, don't even bother
doberman- gay dude who tops from the bottom or a cop (there is some overlap)
german shepherd - a nazi or a cop (there is substantial overlap). definitely a furry raider. he will wear his cop uniform to con and after con will post videos pretending that someone was rude to him
afghan - arch femme
basset hound - racist
puppy - sub, probably an egg. extremely draining. cries a lot
all other dogs - just dudes being bros (gender neutral)
dragon - the furries of furries. like to talk about eating "sammiches" and "chocklit." probably an adult baby lifestyler. they will send DMs that just say "hi." they like to RP and when they contact you about a potential commission they are actually just trying to trick you into RP
griffin - the same as above but also a brony
snake - sissy hypno fetishist
turtle - an old man, probably southern. an ironic grandpa.
other scalies - furry in denial. either a child or an old person from CYD. the world's last something awful goons
any fursona with latino vibes - white
any fursona with asian vibes - latino
any fursona with native american vibes - eastern european
avian - girl who's not like other girls. hippie. vegan.
raven/crow - agender voidgoth
chicken - mom vibes
dinosaur - the absolute biggest nerd. probably has an actual degree in paleontology. definitely dresses like miss frizzle.
any invertebrate - not a real furry, their girlfriend just made them get a furaffinity account before they could get ass. either that or they've never even heard of furry, they just came up with the idea of anthropomorphics from first principles. a biology teacher or weirdo (there is some overlap)
amoeba - this is a troll
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The Fire Warrior novelization is wild
For anyone who doesn’t know, Fire Warrior was a game from 2003 where you play as a Tau Fire Warrior trying to rescue a kidnapped ethereal before it’s revealed that the planetary governor that kidnapped the ethereal was secretly a chaos cultist and you have to deal with that too.
What’s more unusual though is that the game actually had a novel tie in and it’s wild. It’s not perfect obviously, there’s a lot of parts where it skips from the main character, Shas’la Kais, starting to do something to after it’s been done with maybe a fight scene with the boss. But to be fair it is a novelization of the game and constant variations “He then turned the hallway and shot some guys” would get old fast.
What’s even more wild is that the book treats everything you do in game as something Kais actually does. As a result Kais becomes this freakishly hyper competent killing machine fueled almost purely by daddy issues. Like he is a genuine blood drenched cryptid and there’s practically no characters that aren’t at least slightly terrified of him. And that is not an exaggeration.
Like from everyone else’s perspective Kais is just a fresh recruit on his first ever battlefield and out of nowhere he’s gunning down hundreds of guardsmen. He takes out a tank with a hijacked imperial turret, kills an attack helicopter single handedly, saves the ethereal completely by himself from a heavily fortified prison, two shots a space marine, fights off two attempted boardings of his ship (which includes killing four more space marines completely by himself), counterboards the Imperial ship where he kills even more space marines and even more hundreds of guardsmen crippled the ship with a bomb and nearly kills the entire command crew all by himself, fights off a demonic invasion in the ship while completely lost to his blood rage, cripples the imperial ship even more, killing who knows how many CSM and demons the entire time, solos a chaos dreadnought, goes back to the planet to kill even more chaos marines and demons, fights his way through a titan to blow it up, solos a warp spawn, and a demon prince, falls to Khorne for a bit and eventually even kills a greater demon.
Within the book the entire time he’s doing all this he never has a mech or supplies, he’s constantly forced to fight God with guns and ammo he’s scavenged from the countless corpses he’s left in his wake. He rocks up to the Tau ship in orbit before he sneaks into the prison literally drenched in human blood and there’s nothing they can do about it because he’s basically the single best person at killing in their entire army at this point
These are all the things he does in the book because he does them in the game and it’s a just amazing to see the rest of the world react to this video game character played straight. Usually in other game novelizations, the sheer number of enemies your guy kills is usually brought way down and is just chalked up to the enemy numbers being inflated in the game for the sake of gameplay. But Fire Warrior decided to say fuck that, our blorbo really is just this much of a hyper competent war criminal and you should fear for your IRL life.
And honestly?
I don’t think I could respect them more for that decision.
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Down To The Ground
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Relationship: Swiss/Mist
Tags: Murder Ghouls, Blood and Gore, Violence, Injury, Intersex Mist, Tentacle Dick, Anal Sex, Dubious Consent, Blood As Lube, Vaginal Sex, Intoxication, Toxic Cum, Gill Play, Come Inflation, Scratching, Multiple Orgasms, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Thigh Humping, Objectification (if you squint), Size Difference, Cock Bulge
Swiss had finally gotten a chance to get fucked by Mist. It's a wild ride.
Notes: Commission for @sexy-sea-basss. Thank you for your support and letting me absolutely run with this heheh
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Swiss has had his eyes on her for ages. From the moment he had met her—about a year after he was summoned, because she had been away with the Ministry’s business—he had immediately known he had to get into her bed. She was beautiful and intimidating and there were so many things he wanted her to do to him. He had thought he would do anything she would ask him of. So he had waited.
Respectfully, of course, he was not an animal, but he had been waiting for a chance for months. During those months, his desire for her had only been fueled by various stories from the ghouls that knew her the longest. With some of them Swiss had no idea if they were real or made up just to scare him. Or to turn him on.
Anyway, he had waited patiently until an opportunity would come up. It was unexpected when it did happen, but it was exciting nonetheless. He had barely even spoken to her properly before that day, but when she stormed into their common room—looking sick and stripped bare of her usual stoic demeanor—Swiss’ eyes lit up and his lips curled into a grin.
“Who’s up for a hunt?” Mist asked, her voice barely above a growl and her eyes wide.
The multi ghoul’s hand shot up, but Dewdrop sitting next to him kept him down with a jab in the ribs with an elbow. “Ow, what!? You hunt all the time. I hunt all the time.”
“She’s not offering a hunt, Swiss. It’s a hunt with her and you are not up for it. Especially unprepared, trust me,” the fire ghoul muttered into his ear, so fast the words were all jumbled together and barely understandable. Mist was waiting, after all.
“Oh, come on. I won’t break. I am up for a little fun,” Swiss shrugged and got up from the couch before Dewdrop could actually stop him. Mountain sitting on the armchair opposite from them was hiding behind a book, staying silent and not drawing any attention to himself. The multi ghoul walked up to Mist and she grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the common room with more strength than she should possess, considering her size.
The moment the two disappeared behind the corner Mountain lowered his book and looked over at Dewdrop, both of them sighing exasperatedly. “It was nice knowing him, I guess.”
In the meantime, Swiss was struggling to keep up with Mist’s pace as she dragged him outside the Abbey, anticipation warming him up from the inside.
“Uh, so…” the multi ghoul started, after clearing his throat, “what exactly does a hunt with you entail?”
“Killing something and fucking in it’s blood,” Mist growled, her sharp claws digging into his arm.
“Color me excited,” Swiss mumbled as pangs of both anxiety and arousal shot through him. Neither of them uttered any more words for a while after that.
Only when they were deep inside the woods did Mist push Swiss down to his knees and spoke, “You’re going to run and find me food. It's out there, they let it out for me. Bring it down, but don’t kill. Wait for me.”
“Yes, m– ma’am,” the multi ghoul muttered, not daring to look up at her. She didn’t really do anything to him—yet—but he was already out of his mind, cock rapidly chubbing up in his pants. Mist grabbed his horn and tugged with a growl, so hard something in his neck cracked.
“Get moving, then. Run.”
And run Swiss did, scrambling up and tripping over his own legs and roots curving up and out of the ground. He started running with no regards to the direction just yet. Mist said something was let out for her. Prey.
When the multi ghoul ran far away enough so that he was sure the ghoulette could not see him anymore—unless she had been following him—he paused, panting. He shucked off his shirt and as soon as he caught his breath again, he focused on all the scents surrounding him. There was so many layers, all the trees, animals, rich ground, the creak, and–
Fear.
The smell of fear reached his flared nostrils, raw human fear. They must have known why they were there and they must have known their fate. The ghouls were a cautionary tale to the siblings, after all. Swiss doubted this one was a sibling, though. It could have been—if they had committed a crime—but such stupid ones didn’t come along often. More likely it was someone smuggled from the city, someone who didn’t deserve a quick or a peaceful death. Usually it was rapists. Sister Imperator was not stupid, she knew that in order for the hellish beasts—quite literally living in her basement—to not turn on her and the Clergy, she had to let them indulge once in a while. A deal with dirty men in power from the cities closest to the Abbey was her way to execute that.
Swiss took off running again, following the now clear trail of the human’s stench. He wasn’t far from them, it would take him mere minutes to bring them down, fly them open and–
And wait for Mist.
The multi ghoul’s cock kicked in his pants —which reminded him he still had them on—at the thought and he slowed down, crouching down by a trunk of a thick tree. He took a deep breath and let it out with a growl on his lips. They were close.
He got out of the fabric prison and let his glamor float away a bit more. He stayed down, reduced to instinct now that the human’s fear was so close and smelled so potent and delicious. Swiss slowly stalked closer and closer to the source. It must have been clueless. It probably stopped, tired of running and already knowing there was no way for it to escape.
Swiss narrowed his eyes as he looked around, peeking from behind a tree in an attempt to gain a visual of his prey. He succeeded.
It was sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree, slumped, shaking and whimpering. The multi ghoul’s fangs throbbed and his mouth watered as he began to approach, staying close to the ground. He was not especially well attuned with his earth part, but it was enough to feel her rumbling, her heart beating, as if encouraging him. She could not wait to feel warm blood soaking into her. After all, she had to get a snack once in a while, too.
The next few moments were a blur, as usual. Instinct and adrenaline taking over, Swiss pounced at the human curled in on itself. It shrieked and the multi ghoul wanted to silence it by ripping its fragile little throat out with his fangs, but Mist had ordered otherwise. He dug his claws into its neck instead, crouched atop it on the ground. Not enough to damage, but more than enough to stop it from squirming as they waited for the water ghoulette.
They did not have to wait long. She appeared out of nowhere, suddenly just there.
Mist growled with her teeth bared, and Swiss backed up before she got the chance to maul him, too. He let out a submissive chatter as he scrambled to the side and knelt, his eyes hung on the other as she started the meal. There was not much thought left in the multi ghoul’s brain by now, but he still hoped he had get to eat some, too.
He was drooling down his chin and onto the ground as Mist sliced open the human’s abdomen with one claw. Its scream was like music to their ears. It did not scream for long, though, because next came its throat, ripped out with one rapid movement of the water ghoulette’s arm. She shoved her hand into the bloody fountain that was the human’s midsection and pulled out its insides, throwing them to the side. Her other side, far away from Swiss. He wasn't a fan of the guts, but he would rather have those than nothing.
Mist threw out all that she deemed not to her taste—all while growling and snarling, seemingly without a shred of humanity left in her—and on the last pull the heart came out. She stared at her price panting with wide eyes as blood trickled down her forearms and dripped down onto the ground from her elbow. Swiss whined like a kicked puppy at the sight, need and hunger twisting inside him nearly painfully.
The water ghoulette’s head snapped to the side and for a moment Swiss thought his heart would end up in her other hand and his throat in her mouth, but instead Mist had ripped off the human's leg and threw it to him. The multi ghoul grabbed it greedily and sank his aching fangs into the meat, moaning as blood flooded his mouth.
After a moment, Mist stood up and walked over to him, the human’s heart still in hand. She put her other hand on Swiss’ head, dying his locs with blood, and pushed down with so much strength the multi ghoul had no chance to not go down with the force. He braced himself on his forearms and continued gnawing at the leg as Mist grabbed his tail next and pulled it up so hard it hurt his spine. Swiss got the hint, though—even with his brain leaking out of his ears—and pushed his ass all the way up, arching his back.
His body started shaking as he waited. Naked, face down in the blood-soaked foliage and ass up in the air, his tail hooked up high over his hip. Presenting and ready for whatever it was Mist wanted from him. He heard her behind him, chewing and growling over the obscene noises of herself devouring a heart. The blood splashing. The muscle ripping.
Out of nowhere something warm and sticky hit Swiss’ ass. He was plenty wet by now, but when he realized Mist had just spat the human’s blood onto his hole, another glob of slick leaked out of it, mixing with the gore.
Fuck in something’s blood, she had said.
Then, the ghoulette was on him, claws raking down his back and settling at the fat on his hips, digging in just as he did earlier to their prey’s neck. Swiss was feeling so empty since it had started, but then there was something cool and slimy wiggling against him and–
Right. Mist was a water ghoul
That was her tentacle.
He moaned at the realization and pushed his own claws deep into the damp and soft ground below him. The tip of the water ghoulette’s tentacle pressed against his asshole and with no more preamble kept on pressing without any regards to his squirming and submissive whining. She held him still with unbelievable strength as her cock reached places inside him not even Mountain had ever reached. Neither had Aether with his quintessence. He felt so full, like she was in his throat and in his veins and between his bones.
One thing about the multi ghoul was that he liked pain. He loved it, even. He also loved being pushed to his limits and tested. Filled so full it hurt with how his insides were stretched was his idea of heaven. It was as close to heaven as any ghoul would ever get.
Swiss could barely breathe, there were tears in his eyes and blood on his tongue and he was out of his mind. He lay there as Mist’s tentacle kept going, curling and unwinding, tensing and loosening, bunching up and lengthening. It stretched his hole impossibly and it stung, even though he was so slick it was a miracle the tentacle did not keep slipping out. Only thanks to how long it was and the suckers that kept catching on his rim.
The multi ghoul barely had any idea on what was happening, panting and letting out debauched noises one after the other as his insides were being thoroughly explored by Mist’s tentacle. His whole body jostled when it thickened even more, as if it had bent in half snd twisted around itself inside him. The tip of it pressed against Swiss’ prostate and he wailed at the feeling of what—he could have only guessed—was the suckers sticking to that little, but magical, bundle of nerves inside him. He had never felt such a thing, not even with Rain.
When the tentacle seemed to have found its purpose, Mist started actually fucking him. She pulled back—the tentacle stretching—only to slam back in and push Swiss forward on the ground with the force of it. It stayed attached to him on the inside so the water ghoulette could thrust as wildly as she wanted and not risk slipping out and pausing Swiss’ torture for even a second. The constant pressure on his prostate provided him with as incessant pleasure that was only being spiked with each slam of Mist’s hips. His hole kept stretching around her cock as it bunched up to reach its maximum—Swiss hoped—thickness and filled him to the brim on every single thrust. It was maddening and there was no way the multi ghoul was coming out of these woods alive.
The water ghoulette was, seemingly, even more gone, overwhelmed by whatever animalistic instinct it was that had taken over her that day. It looked like a rut, but if she was in one, Rain should be too and he was not. It was not important, Swiss supposed, as long as he was getting fucked and, oh, was he getting fucked.
Mist pounded away into the ghoul under her with abandon, snarling and snapping her teeth over him as he moaned and whined like he a bitch in heat being at the very least skinned alive.
Well, there was not much skin left on his back. And he was a bitch.
With another particularily sharp thrust Swiss’ elbows gave out and his face ended up buried even deeper in the dirt, his chest now, too, as his back arched further. It hurt, both his muscles and the mauled skin, but it also felt good. So, so good—all of it—that the multi ghoul would jerk off to the memory of that day for years to come.
He whined and moaned and groaned and whimpered as Mist fucked him like nobody else ever had. He was out in space and deep down in the ground at the same time and the water ghoulette had really just begun. The pressure inside Swiss was pushing his brain out of him and there were no words, nothing coherent, left in his head. All he could do was pray to Lucifer that Mist would take her time, let him enjoy his torture for as long as possible. And maybe fuck him like that again in the future.
The multi ghoul’s cock was abandoned, hanging heavily between his legs and wagging with the power of Mist’s thrusts. He would come untouched and there was no doubt about that, because the tentacle latched directly onto his prostate was more overwhelming than any vibrator he had ever put up there. And he had put a lot of things up his ass.
Mist fucked him like a cheap whore, skin slapping against skin and all the wetness between then creating the lewdest sounds, accompanied by all the debauched noises falling from the wrecked multi ghoul’s mouth.
Soon enough the water ghoulette’s own grunts and moans gained in volume and pitch and she stayed inside for a little bit longer with each thrust. Swiss’ body, more than his mind, recognized it as Mist getting close to cumming, so he—as helpful as ever—clenched down on her dick with all his might, making himself shudder.
But Mist did groan loudly one last time and then Swiss felt himself get filled with something that most definitely was cum, but it felt a lot different. More slimy, thicker. And cold. Not really cold, but it was like… the first thing that came to his mind was menthol. The coolness spread inside him, as if it was absorbed right into his bloodstream. It felt weird—nothing like he had ever felt— but not necessarily bad.
Not bad at all, actually, and the way this strange thing filling him up pushed him to the very edge of an orgasm was proof of that. He felt so full, there was so much pressure inside him and it was maddening. The multi ghoul knew that if he were to look down he would see his belly all distended.
The thought made him whimper and his insides swoop, so look down he did, and sure enough he looked fucking pregnant. Swiss moaned like a true whore at the sight and clenched down like a vice on Mist’s cock again as he started cumming.
His orgasm was soul crushing. His vision went white, his whole body spasmed and debauched noises kept spilling from his lips with no filter whatsoever. The multi ghoul spilled copious amounts of cum down onto the ground and if his eyes would still cooperate with him he would see the pearly liquid mix with the still wet blood under the two of them.
Swiss was shaking. He could barely hold himself up, but he did not dare collapse while Mist’s hands were still gripping his hips tightly. He panted with his tongue lolled out, his eyelids drooping as he swayed, aftershocks rocking his body.
Thankfully, the water ghoulette let go and pulled out soon enough. Swiss felt pitifully empty out of nowhere and another whine left him at that. He also felt that strange cum-like substance slowly leaking out of him, mixed with his own slick and the dead human’s blood. Mist pushed at him and he fell to the side limply, nothing more than a ragdoll. She snarled down at him as she pushed and pulled his body—so much bigger than hers, after all—to her liking, putting her into whatever position it was that she wanted him in.
Swiss sobered up a little bit as his back suddenly hit the trunk of that fallen tree and it must have been completely shredded by now if pain that erupted all over at the impact was any indication. Mist’s unglamored claws were as sharp as knives and they left angry red welts in their wake every single time she touched and manhandled him, so it was no surprise, but he did not worry too much. Mountain would patch him up, as usual.
Everything was spinning, his nerves were on fire, there was lava in his veins and the multi ghoul was so out of it, drowning in sensation, that he barely felt Mist straddling his thigh and drenching him in all the wetness that came with it.
It was obscene, but Swiss never once failed to go insane about the famous water ghoul slick. It was addicting and if he could, it would be all he wouls drink for the rest of his eternal life.
Mist’s tentacle was wiggling around in Swiss’ lap, brushing against his sensitive cock now and then. It seemed to have a mind on its own, not caring about what its owner was up to, as the water ghoulette started humping his leg, grinding down purposefully. Her groans resonated in the relative silence of the woods and the multi ghoul was drinking them down like the finest wine.
For a while—or maybe just a moment—it went on like this, as peaceful as it would get. Mist was taking her pleasure and Swiss was… well, he just was. Laying there, so fucked out there was no brain at all in him.
At some point Mist leaned forward and Swiss went cross eyed looking intently at her tits right in front of his face. They didn’t seem to be the reason for the shift in the water ghoulette���s position, though. She reached out over his shoulder and dug her claws into the tree trunk as she curled over him.
“Gills,” she snarled, “lick ‘em.”
The multi ghoul’s brain short-circuited.
“Y– yes, m– ma’am,” he slurred and surged forward, closing his mouth over Mist’s neck. He sucked lightly, pulling the delicate flesh of her gills in between his teeth and dragging his tongue along the thin, damp slits. Mist moaned and it reverberated through him, making his spent cock kick. It was rapidly filling up again, no time to waste.
Especially with how the water ghoulette’s tentacle kept teasing his dick, slithering up and down its length, flicking the head and going back down to loosely wrap around the base and squeeze. Only to let go, then, and go up again.
Swiss was not worried about that, though, as he was making out with Mist’s neck, licking into the gills and suckling on the little fins along the openings. There was no brain left in him, but gills were his third most favorite meal both Topside and in the Pit and the multi ghoul was not a wasteful person.
Mist seemed to be enjoying it, though, and her noises and near desperate—if Swiss did not know any better—way in which she was humping his thigh were only fueling the multi ghoul’s high.
Swiss did not know if it was seconds or hours later, but at some point there was a gush of liquid over his leg and a high and wrecked moan filled his ears. Mist came again and this time it was not from her tentacle cock, only her cunt. The multi ghoul heard and felt her breathing heavily above him and he paused the ministrations of his mouth, leaving just a few more delicate kisses over the sensitive organ. If the circumstances were any different, it might have even been considered a cute gesture on his part.
The water ghoulette stood up and Swiss was not sure if the string of slick and cum linking his thigh with her sex was real or a hallucination. Both options were possible at that point, but he did not have much time to think about it, because in the next second Mist grabbed his horn again and pulled, throwing him down onto the ground fully, and then pushing his side with her foot to turn him onto his back.
Swiss was very much out of it—dizzy and basically blind and deaf—and he did not realize what the water ghoulette was doing until her wet cunt slid all the way down onto his cock, rock hard again. He sputtered, choking on air as he gasped at the sudden cool tightness and a wrecked sound left him when Mist started moving right away—no time to adjust for either of them—bouncing and grinding for her own pleasure. Her hands were clenched tightly on his thighs and the multi ghoul felt blood trickle down his skin from all ten of the small, but deep, puncture wounds.
He lifted his head clumsily, but it was too much effort to hold it up, so it lolled to one side and then another before he let it thump back against the ground below. The woods were so loud, he had never noticed it before.
Swiss lay there, sprawled out on the blood and cum soiled ground, and stared up at the trees. They were thick, the branches and the leaves, but some sun did shine through the gaps. It was pretty, although the multi ghoul would most definitely enjoy it more in different circumstances. He would have to ask Mountain out for a walk-in-the-woods date night.
Mist was bouncing away and groaning as his cock filled and stretched her out nicely. There must have been a bit of pain to it, Swiss’ cock was not small by any means, and the water ghoulette was truly tiny.
That gave the multi ghoul a thought—a rare thing nowadays, it seemed—and he tried once again to lift his head. It took a while for him to channel enough strength to the suspiciously loose muscles in his neck and even a longer while for his eyelids to go up and his eyes to clear, but once they fixed on Mist—on her stomach as she rode his cock furiously—Swiss’ vision went white again.
Every time the water ghoulette dropped back down, there was a noticeable bulge protruding from her otherwise flat and muscled stomach. Bulge caused by Swiss’ massive dick buried deep inside her cunt.
The multi ghoul gurgled, nowhere close coherent, and whined loudly as he felt another orgasm suddenly hit him like a freight train. Intense pleasure washed over him and he could not do anything about it but lay there and twitch his way through it, as his cum pumped into the water ghoulette.
The water ghoulette who did not care about it in the slightest.
Mist was fucking herself on his dick with his cum leaking out and down his shaft and balls, and Swiss was nothing but means to an end for her. He did not complain and, besides, his body felt too far away from him to have any control over, his hips could not even twitch. He did feel it all, though, and it was pure insanity. It hurt, he was as sensitive as ever, but it was glorious.
Swiss did get a chance to actually take some more active role in their… endeavor when the water ghoulette grabbed his limp hands and brought them up to her ribs, the underside of her tits. Her gills.
The multi ghoul was a little worried that he was too out of it to do anything meaningful and got scared that she would rip his throat out if he did not manage to be of any use. He would certainly try, though. And try he did.
Swiss swiped his thumbs over Mist’s pebbled nipples and squeezing her tits lightly before dragging them down and running his calloused fingertips over the little frills of her gills. He stroked up and down along the openings, focusing all his remaining willpower on steadying his big hands. He doubted that Mist would really mind getting hurt a bit, but he would rather not be the one to tear one of the most delicate parts of her just because he was cumdrunk. Even if she would not kill him for that, then Alpha surely would.
The water ghoulette let out an uncharacteristically soft sound—nearly a pretty, blissful sigh—when the tips of Swiss’ fingers dipped into her gills. They were tighter than the multi ghoul remembered Rain’s to be, but again, the size difference was significant. Mist rolled her hips, clenching down on Swiss’ cock at the added stimulation and his fuzzy brain took it as a sign to go on, press in deeper.
He had had enough practice for his gill fingering skills to be muscle memory already, so the multi ghoul let instinct take over. Not that he had much choice, he felt like he was dying. His arms were sore and tingly, like pins and needles, but he did not care, he tried so hard to focus. It was getting increasingly harder with every movement of the ghoulette on top of him.
Swiss curled his fingers, half of them sunken in to the second knuckle in between Mist’s ribs. The membrane there was leathery, but impossibly soft, and, most importantly, slick. So, so wet and slimy. The multi ghoul felt his throat vibrate as if it was his turn to groan, but he did not hear anything come out from his mouth, nor did he intend to do so.
He fingered her gills slowly, but with precision he did not expect he would be able to muster up at this point, petting inside in gentle back and forth strokes and thrusting softly in and out as Mist was grinding down on him, giving up bouncing in favor of receiving this undisturbed, delicious stimulation from her gills.
“Close,” she growled not much later and the word all but surprised the multi ghoul. They have not been doing much talking lately, after all. He also was not sure what it was that the water ghoulette was expecting him to do with that information, but he willed his throat to let out a noise in acknowledgement.
Swiss noticed something else moving around his legs, touching him. He thought Mist’s tail was doing something to him, he thought he felt it over his thighs and lower at his asscheeks, against his hole. He was not sure about anything, anymore, though.
He thought his head hurt. So did everything, but it was—mostly—a good pain, twisting and dancing with pleasure. He did not feel much else, though, less than half conscious. His control over… anything, really, was gettin even worse, as if he was high on the worst drugs known to man.
He felt his whole body sag, his hand drop from Mist’s gills, his head loll to the side and his tongue fall out of his mouth, suddenly too thick for it. He slowly blinked up at the water ghoulette once more and she looked like she was enjoying herself, so he let his eyelids droop. The last thing he remembered was Mist’s high moan, resonating over that incessant static buzz in his brain.
Hours later, Dewdrop and Mountain were cuddling on an armchair on one of the balconies facing the woods, enjoying a nice, warm and peaceful evening. It was getting dark, but something in the distance caught their eyes.
That something was Mist walking out of the woods and back to the Abbey with Swiss—a ghoul three times her size—thrown over her shoulder. The latter was definitely passed out and the both of them were drenched in blood and covered in dirt and Lucifer knows what else from head to toe.
“We did tell him that the cum from her tentacle is toxic, right?”
“Yup.”
“I should go get him patched up, shouldn’t I?”
“Yup.”
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Day 002. | Roleplay + Inflation
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Synopthesis: Running through the forest to escape Simon was exhilarating. Using you as he wanted was his prize for his hard work.
Cont. Consensual NonCon, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it),
Word Count -> 1k
Kez Notes: Hiiii, sorry this took so long 😅. I had some trouble coming up with a situation.
Running in a forest was fun, if it was daylight and you had the right attire.
Now, running through a forest at night with only the clothes on your back with an over-250-lbs man chasing you down was terrifying. Branches seemed to reach for you, logs and rocks popping up in places you swore weren't there before, having to adapt on the fly to avoid crashing into the ground.
Every breath seemed to burn your lungs, the air chilly since it was autumn. You continued to run, pushing your body to run faster than what you usually did. Everything hurts. Your legs burn from overexertion, your body hot yet the sweat cooling on your body icy. Instinctual panic made breathing harder, the shadows becoming too dark and felt too menacing for your mind to remind you that you weren't in actual danger.
As if hearing your pleas for shelter, you saw an opening in the tree ahead, the moonlight barely illuminating its opening. Without another moment of hesitation, you dove into it, squirreling yourself as far as you could go. It's quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that serves as a warning. Your chest is heaving, your breaths heavy as you try to catch your breath.
You aren't prepared for a gloved hand wrapping around your wrist and dragging you out from your hidey hole, a scream leaving your lips.
Simon doesn't let your scream continue, his hand covering your mouth, the material scratchy and harsh against your soft skin. The ground is unkind to you as you thrash around, trying to force his weight off of you. He only puts more pressure on your flailing limbs, a soft groan coming from him as he watches you try to escape him.
He looks like the grim reaper, his dark military clothes blending in with the shadows. His ivory skull mask selling the look. You feel three taps to your ribs, him checking in on you. You tap his wrist the same amount, momentarily dropping the damsel-in-distress act to reassure him that you weren't actually afraid of him. His brown eyes soften before regaining the hard look.
"I'm gonna let you go, don't try to run." He says, leveling you with a look that promised that he would deliver a harsher punishment if you tried. You nod. He says no more, shuffling down until he is between your legs. He looks at your leggings like they personally offended him, tearing the stretchy fabric off of you with frightening ease.
You kick out, giving one last try that is trampled by Simon grabbing your leg and slamming it down, his grip becoming harsh and unforgiving, a grip that would surely give you bruises that you will admire in the mirror afterwards.
"Don't try that again, I'll break your fucking legs if you do." He spits out, grabbing your thighs and opening them to an uncomfortable position. He reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh, taking it out and using it to cut your panties off.
A soft whine escapes your throat at the cold breeze on your wet pussy, another gush of slick wetting your pussy and your inner thighs. Simon watches, taking in the sight of your pretty drooling pussy clenching down on nothing, beckoning him to claim it once more.
He wastes no time, his leaking cock already straining against his jeans from the adrenaline of the chase. He shoves two fingers inside, a strangled yelp escaping you as your walls strain to accommodate the intrusion. Simon has had enough practice with your body, his thick fingers prodding a spongy spot in you that makes your hips buck into his, taking his fingers deeper, your back arching off the cold ground.
Your hips continue their wild movements, moans clawing up your throat and out your mouth when his thumb starts to play with your clit. It feels too much and too little at the same time, leaving you yearning for his heavy cock.
"Shh, I'll give it to you after you come on my glove." He purrs. He knows from experience that you needed to come at least once before he could slip inside your warmth.You huff at him. Moans slip out of your mouth as you feel your body heat up even more, your thighs starting to shake.
Your orgasm is a silent one. All at once, you feel the tension slip from your body, your thighs trembling as Simon continues to touch you through it. He pulls out his fingers, noting the creamy slick that covers his gloves with pride.
Your body goes limp, totally relaxed after your first orgasm of the night. You look down after hearing a zipper and the sound of clothes being pulled down. Simon was a beautiful sight. His pretty brown eyes look at you with a loving hunger, his fat leaky cock resting at your entrance, prespend joining your slick in a cocktail of fluids.
Just as you regained your breath, you lost it again when Simon started to push in. The stretch of his cock was intoxicating, addictive, even when it became somewhat painful. You never minded a little pain mixed with pleasure. You cried out when his tip knocked against your cervix, digging your nails into his arm. His thrusts are short and deep, not wanting to be apart from your drooling cunt and barely giving you any time to adjust to his size.
It doesn't take long before his thrusts become harsher, pounding into you at a punishing pace. You can hear his soft moans and grunts. He places a hand on your tummy, watching in fascination as his cock makes your tummy protrude.
His thumb returns to your clit, making you writhe under him as another orgasm steals your already stolen breath away. He groans above you, slamming into you and stilling, plugging you up as hot, thick ropes of cum fill you, your walls maintaining a vice grip on his cock, milking him for all his worth. He lets out a soft moan, feeling your tummy bloat more from the amount of cum being stuffed inside.
He lays on you, panting lightly. You reach up and gently kiss his cheek, whispering to him how good he felt, how good he made you feel, that you loved him. This was a vital part of your sex life. Reassuring each other prevented a lot of miscommunication between the two of you.
Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate.
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