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geeky-politics-46 · 17 days

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Eddie & Venom? H and V?

This is my first ask for Eddie & Venom. I'm so excited!

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

Eddie isn't huge on humiliation except for calling you a little slut or his little whore. He loves the idea that you turn into a cock hungry vixen just for him and likes to tease you about how needy and desperate you get. He's a very verbal guy and loves how you keen at being called a slut. Venom got mad at him for calling you this at first until you explained to him how much Eddie degrading you a little bit turned you on. Now he encourages Eddie to call you that, even urging him to start whispering filth to you when you are out together knowing it gets you going.

Venom never wants to humiliate you. You are the most precious little human and he's absolutely smitten with you. When it's his turn with you he has no problem throwing some humiliation in Eddie's direction, though. Saying how much better equipped he is to pleasure you compared to Eddie. How Eddie could never manage to get you to cum in the same ways he can. Occasionally this gets to Eddie and you have to convince him that even though he may not make you cum in the same ways as Venom, he makes you cum in ways Venom can't. Venom always grumbles at that. You always tell them they both keep you incredibly satisfied

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

Eddie had no idea he was a fan of watching before Venom. He always thought he was too posessive for that. Maybe it's because Venom is kind of like an extension of himself, but he loves watching Venom tease you with his tongue and his tendrils/fingers. Watching you writhe and moan as the symbiote slides all over your naked body turns him on a lot. In fact if you are in the mood and initiate sex, Eddie will usually let Venom start so he can watch you cum before he has his turn with you. He loves talking to you while Venom pleasures you. Telling you how much seeing you spread out and completely at their mercy turns him on. Asking if you have any idea how hard it gets him when you arch your back like that and Venom curls around you completely. He wants you to tell him how good it feels and maybe even beg for him to join in.

Venom is less a fan of watching, but is much better behaved now that him and Eddie have worked out a deal that each of them gets their turn with you. Venom knows if he doesn't interrupt Eddie when he's fucking you, he'll get his turn much faster. Before that Venom had a habit of backseat driving or providing color commentary while Eddie was trying to concentrate on you. He will occasionally tell Eddie that you seemed to really like something if he misses a cue or help steer him in the right direction if Eddie is having a harder time making you cum.

Both of them are very big fans of you sending naughty pics or videos. Eddie likes the idea of you making a sex tape, but he has told Venom he can't be in it just in case it were to leak. The world didn't need to find out about Venom through a sex tape. Venom pouted about this until you made him a deal that he could help direct it. Both Eddie and Venom also love when you go out without panties. Venom will absolutely sneak peeks under the table and may even go in for a taste if he's feeling like he isn't getting enough attention.

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babybluebex · 1 year

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i have a hankering for mean, spoiled, angry, prince paul.

me too bestie, me too cw spanking, names (whore, vixen, slut)

His hand came down on your ass again, and you cried out at the pain that seared through your skin. You thought that every spank would be the last one, but they kept coming, your husband hanging over you with some sort of mad glee as he hit your burning ass.

"You flirted with him," Paul mumbled through his teeth, sending another smack to your ass, and you jolted forward on the bed. You had lost count of how many spanks he has given you, and there was no stopping him now. “In front of me. In front of the whole court! Make me look like a fool…”

“You didn’t look like a fool,” you told him earnestly. “I didn’t even flirt with him! I complimented his jacket!”

Another smack, and your fingers closed tight in the bedsheets. As much as each spank hurt, there was a latent arousal hanging in your belly, and you rubbed your thighs together.

Nothing got past your husband, though, and his next spank was right over your pussy. The pain burned worse and you yelped, and Paul chuckled darkly. “Do you like this?” he asked. “Do you like when I punish you like a whore? What a little vixen I’ve got.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Oh, God, I love it. Will you—“

“I know you’re not about to ask me to fuck you,” Paul said. You turned to look at him, wig gone, jacket unbuttoned, silken trousers pulled tight at his hardening cock. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. “Not after you’ve been a slut and flirted with another man. I mean, darling, I was right there, you could have tried to be subtle.” His darling usually felt so full of love, but now it felt full of venom, and it made your cunt quiver again.

“Please?” you asked. “I promise I’ll be good, I won’t even look at any other men after this. Please, Tsarevich, please fuck me.”

Paul growled, actually growled, and his hands went to his trousers, undoing the buttons hastily. “You know damn well how much I love when you call me that,” he said. “You are impossible to say no to, little wife. Insatiable, always need to be filled by my fat cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you nodded quickly, opening your legs as best as you could in your position. “Always need to be filled, please, husband—“

“Shut up,” Paul snapped, pulling his cock from his pants. “If you even so much as make eye contact with Potemkin again after this, your punishment will be worse than a few lashes and getting fucked, you better believe me.”

#bex answers #anon ask #bex’s drabbles #prince paul #prince paul x reader #joseph quinn #catherine the great

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bumblesimagines · 9 months

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i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

- Ez Reyes

i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

pronouns: gender neutral, they/them

"Well, fuck."

Who would've thought that on a perfectly nice Friday evening, you'd answer the doorbell expecting to see a delivery driver only to see your ex-boyfriend standing there bloody and bruised. The very guy you'd last seen when they hauled him away in handcuffs for murder.

Ezekiel fucking Reyes.

You stared at him for a long moment, looking over the blood and slowly forming bruises on his face. A trickle of blood dripped down from his bloody nose, staining his kutte. Your eyes automatically drifted to the patch on the kutte. Prospect. That fucking idiot. No doubt he'd only recently gotten out of prison, and there was, a pretty little prospect for the Mayans.

"I thought you were smart, Reyes. Graduating with honors and all that. When the mighty fall, they really do take quite the tumble, huh?" Your arms crossed across your chest and you felt your jaw clenched. The only thing you saw when you looked into his was Emily and her stupid little smile. The little vixen that had snatched your best friend and boyfriend right from under your nose.

Ez winced and his honey-colored eyes turned downward. "I'm sorry... My bike has a punctured tire and your house was closest." He explained quietly. It surprisingly stung to hear his reasoning.

"I'll give Angel a call-"

"No, no, he'll make a big deal out of this."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't blame him. You look shit." You spoke bluntly and a grin cracked on his face, though it only made him wince and hiss lowly. Rolling your eyes and moving aside, you motioned for him to step inside.

You gathered any and all medical supplies you had stored away and dumped them onto the small dining table, having Ez take a seat and tilt his head up while you worked. Spending so much time around Angel had taught you how to patch somebody up after a rough day and so you put your skills to work.

"You're unusually quiet." Ez said softly. "I expected a big lecture on fighting and driving motorcycles."

"I don't know what to say." You replied, focusing on a small cut on his red cheek. "This has never happened before. My exes don't usually show up at night looking for a doctor."

"I can start the small talk-"

"Don't."

"I thought you left. Angel said you left Santo Padre a year after..." Ez trailed off and you paused your movements, meeting his softened gaze. You weren't sure if he meant a year after dumping you or a year after getting locked up, but either way, his soft tone annoyed you. Your jaw clenched and you leaned back, flicking the damp cotton swab aside.

"Yeah, I went to school. I got engaged and when that went to shit, I came back. Now, I'm an event coordinator for a town that's slowly dying because of the little fucking cartel on our doorstep. But I'm sure you know all about that, prospect." You spat the word out as if it were venom and Ez immediately looked away from you, looking rather small for a man with manslaughter on his record.

"Thanks for patching me up." Ez muttered. "And... I'm sorry for everything."

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kit-williams · 3 months

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The Yandere Space Marine Masterlist

Dark Angels Azazel Erros x Mortal/Pet Secret Sin Azazel rework: Sick Thoughts

Emperor's Children Palion Hiss x Muse Beauty in the Eye

Iron Warriors Harram the Wallbreaker x Orichalcum/Ori Heartless Madness

White Scars Nogai Sengik x Хонгор I wanna be your slave

Space Wolves Captain Arkyn Joriki x Elskling War Wife

Volak x husband Algir x gn partner Baldun x wife Olgus x husband Svat x wife Rune Priest Odus x wife Hvold x wife Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

Imperial Fists Astel Redlane x Mouse The Spider Suite

Night Lords Ghosk Sevyrarek x Rabbit Run Rabbit Run

Anrir Nor x Caretaker Pastel Bats Sleeping Fields

Blood Angels Sirus Amah x Moonlight Your Blood is like Heaven to me The right shade of red

Iron Hands Vauth Marlos Marlos Vauth x Byte Automat Ozone Logic Bomb (Bispecsual)

World Eaters Zul Gospod x Spaseniye Peace of Mind

Ultramarines Tulio Sydo x Psychi/Psychoula Courage and Honor A Nymph by the river Just under the skin Gift from thevoidscreams Thundering call Clothes stealing pregnancy edition Jealous Tulio Loyalty Swap: Superbeast

Death Guard Solos Phorgur the Reaper x Lovie Toxic Love

Thousand Sons Nakht Rhan x Birdie Bye Bye Birdie

Black Legion/Luna Wolves Zhur Painbane x Dolli Quest Glaubenskraft (DD:DNE Rape) Early morning sex

Garviel Loken x ??? ???

Word Bearers Jihias Kinreaver x Lamb Sacrament of Sin

Salamanders Nubin Orenn x Bev To'ken Aishite Aishite Aishite (DD:DNE Incestous Language) Aishite Aishite Aishite (alternative)

??? Tears of a Dragonheart

Raven Guard Sor Delyn/Kazi Delax/Moremo Klaek x Dove Just Let us Adore You Love You Like a Love Song What if Dove was nervous

Alpha Legion Keeper Alpharius? x Vixen Skyfall You know my Name

Black Templars Brother Roland Lichtner x Bäckerin Venom of Venus Rein Raus Bun in the Oven Du riechst so gut Roland Penance

Carcaradons Tyberos the Red Wake x Ophelia The Red Tithe

Crimson Fist Pedro Kantor x ???

Astral Claws/Red Corsairs Huron Blackheart x ???

Mechanicus 91-Yrac x H3X/sweetspark The Savant

Adeptus Custodes Initial thoughts Golden Palace of the Dead

Constantin Valdor x Shard of the Emperor (Female) Sickeningly Sweet

Adonis x Smoothie To Fry an Egg

#Yandere #Yandere Space Marines #masterlist #Yandere Space Marine masterlist #Space Marines #warhammer 40k

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shisasan · 3 months

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#onna musha #yukata #sword #steel serpentess #blade #katana #venom vixen #lethal #femme fatale #fav #u

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seeyabythemarina · 8 months

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Lila's Pet of Horrors

Count Ds shop is now in France and is gaining popularity of pets how are so helpful people are feeling less stressed. Lila decided to buy one to keep her followers. She heard of their are exotic pets so she want to use her Gabriel status to get one. Meeting D she says she want one of his most rare, expensive, and exotic pets. D say he doesn't think she could care for it, but Lila threaten that she's th face of Gabriel and could shut this place down if she wanted to. D frowns but agrees and takes her to the back.

I made prompts for 2 pets.

Truth spider:

D bring out a container holding a spider. After jumping back Lila say she wanted a cute pet not some freak spider. D says it a very special spider and few are left in the world. Lila looks close at it. It was kinda cute and furry and the coloring was unique. What the heck, Lila will flaut it for a while and if the doesn't go when she'll squash it and claim it was Marinette. Taking the spider and signing the contract she goes home.

At school her sheep were surpa8sed she got a spider, but Lila claim she doesn't like how misunderstood the creature were and people talked about how generous she was. They also could she it wasn't that creepy and how pretty it was. Juleka was especially interested and focus on Lila for days as she talked about how she was a friend of the petshop owner and gave her this spider.

When she got home she threw the spider haphazardly and watched TV. She remembers that petshop said she had to feed to spider bugs, but no wayward Lila doing that. She'll just give it some crumbs latter. This goes on for a few days and the spider isn't eating but Lila doesn't care. One night the spider gets out of the cage and hunger for blood goes to Lila bitting her she sucks out some blood. In the morning Lila is tired but ignored it for the attendion of her class. When she comes to school she was about to start lying but suddenly start telling the truth about her truancy, bullies, and lies. She tries to back track but can't. Everyone is shocked and teacher that her to the principle wjo call her mother. Lila tries to explain but all she can say is how she hated ladybug and is working for hawkmoth. Then she goes to jail, but what of the spider.

Elsewhere

When tikki saw the spider she immediatl5 recognized it and told Marinette how truth spider are spider whose venom can mess with the brain ability to lie. Marinette asked if that meant the spider bite could make Lila admit to truth to everyone and tikki agrees. Mari likes this because tikki also explain they'll bite people for food of their not feed enough or if threaten.

Lila trial is fast as she keeps admitting everything even past victims. Marinette not wanting the spider to possibly be thrown out offer to take it back to the shop. When she arrived she talks to the owner about it and after eating some sweet leaves. When she looks down she see tikki with tears. Tikki say she looked around the shop and saw so many of her creations that are now gone. Mari asks if the shop was magic and if she should investigate. Tikki says no as hawkmoth is a bigger problem and the shop isn't a threat. Happy that the shop is the reason Lila is gone Mari decide to leave it alone. Back at the shop D was smiling. He had felt the energy of the creator tikki on mari and is even more happy he gave the truth spider to get rid of that girl.

2. Kitsune

Seeing d bring out a fox with 9 tails Lila smirked. This is what she wanted. A fox for a sly beaty like her. Paying for the fox she leaves. It wouldn't be obvious to Lila but the fox was so not happy to be with her. Her classmate were in awe especially alya with the fox. They ask if it's a real kitsune Lila make of show of calling it a fox with a mutation, but suddenly implies it was magic properies(which is weirdly true). Lila enjoys her day and can't wait for tomorrow. To bad she didn't notice the smirk growing on the foxed face. She didn't appreciate this false vixen and would enjoy showing her true deception. In the morning Lila couldn't fine her phone and after looking found it not charged. Lila was confused as she rememebr charging it. Shrugging she goes on with her day, but that was the start of it. Lila found her things missing or broken but when she looked again that were fine. She also saw someone stalking her but looking around they were gone. Lila tried to ignore it but the weirdest thing happen later. Lila was in the bathroom applying make up when Marinette came in. Lila starts making fu. Of her on how she taking her friends, but Mari just stares. Lila is then shocked when Mari right hooks her and leaves. Lila is stunned as she feel her eye swelling up. Looking in the mirror she sees a huge black. It hurt so much Lila was acully tearing up for real. She never expected someone goody goody as maribrat to hurt her for real. She swears Mari will pay and for once Lila doesn't need to lie. Going to the room crying she states that Mari assaulted her when she was in the bathroom. She expected comforts and yelling at Mari but the surprised when the class look at her weirdly. They say .ari has been hear the whole time, but Lila swear she saw her. And even gave her a black eye. The class then ask what black eye. Looking in the reflection like seeing she didn't have a black eye. Llla back tracks and trues to salvage things. The class are wary of her the rest of the day. Lila is getting paranoid and when she starts rambling her mother tries to ask her what's wrong and lial reveals herself. Afterward lila is carted of to a mental asylum and the fox goes back to the shop

Elsewhere

With the tricks being played on Lila adrien immediately assumes it plagg. While laughing plagg states while he wishes it's not him itsthe acually kitsune. Adrien Consider trying to stop it but plagg says that he shouldn't try and beside everything is just in Lila head and she wont get hurt. Adrien believes it and leaves it alone.

#miraculous ladybug #pet shop of horrors #lila rossi #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #tikki #plagg #lila exposed #Count D

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acupofqueercoffee · 2 years

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“Your lips were soft like winter”

whumptober 2022 // Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/42193464

When you were immortal, time became ephemeral.

A year, 365 days, was approximately 8760 hours long.

Oh but my darling, it felt like only just last night that we were standing side by side under the glittering onyx sky.

“Stars and their delightful twinkles, I’ve always had a soft spot for them.”

“Hmm…such beautiful creations, aren’t they?”

You had said to me, and I was aware.

“Quite.”

I was aware that your gaze, your warm, unwavering gaze that was unmatched by the kings and queens of twinkles themselves, was bestowed not upon the sky but upon me as you had uttered your sweet compliments.

“And yet, it’s a shame my lady that thousands of them combined cannot hold a candle to one and only you.”

After all, I could feel them.

You could not have known but it had pleasantly tingled from where your glittering gaze had burned into my skin.

“And here I thought you accompanying me out here was with no ulterior motive.”

“Can you blame me, my lady? You are more of a spectacle than the supposed spectacle itself.”

And could you blame me, my little vixen that your words had held the staggeringly omnipotent effect on a heart that even I had long since believed to be dead.

From the beginning, my darling, you were a strange girl.

Even that night, you had rendered me speechless with a surprising kiss: your pretty, pink lips enveloping mine, and just when I thought my heart could not run any more rampant than it already had, you had once again rendered it untamed.

“I love you, Alcina.”

Oh but I doubt you truly understood how brutal of a tempest those three little words had managed to bring about in me.

Such was the butterfly effect, my darling.

“I’m in love with you.”

For a fleeting moment, I dared rejoice, I dared hope, but as far as rationality was concerned, everything jolly had been too good to be true.

Reality was a bitter pill to swallow, but you had to swallow it regardless.

I had heard no waver in your voice. Nor had I detected a trickle of uncertainty in your eyes.

Oh, but your eyes. The look in your eyes had been a rather haunting fright. It was not your look, but my very own reflected in your dazzling, doe eyes that had scared me.

You would think me foolish, my darling, but on my face reflected in your eyes, I had seen the very pictures of blushing maidens whom I had considered no less than toys. I had made use of their silly infatuations with me to appease my demanding desires.

This was my carefully crafted game, and the idea that I could very well get played at my own game was daunting to say the least.

It had hit me like a ton of bricks that unlike anyone else who had come before you, you were capable of hurting me. You were dangerous. Dainty but dangerous all the same.

So, I had done the only thing that I was best at doing. One thing that I knew very well would make even the most tenacious of flowers wilt.

My cowardice got the better of me and I turned into cruelty. I tried to break you before I could one day be broken by you.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Could you believe me, my darling girl, when I tell you that it had been well nigh torture for me to shake myself free from your warm, gentle embrace.

“Is that how you see me? A mistake?”

When you had asked me, it had been no louder than a broken whisper. Your eyes were wet, and they twinkled as if, unbeknownst to me, stardust had been sprinkled into your doe-eyed gaze.

If only for a moment, the heart-wrenching beauty of your big, wounded eyes distracted me.

However, I was scared to the point of outrage, stubborn to the point of stupidity, and so, just as abruptly as it had halted, venom was once again flowing freely from my wicked lips.

“It is what you are! This hideous stain on the otherwise pristine white page.”

I had not known then what this tightening deep inside my chest was as a pained little gasp escaped out of your tantalising lips.

Had I had known what would have transpired that night, could I have been so cruel?

Had I had possessed only a drizzle of bravery to face my feelings as you had so bravely done, then, would our love be thriving now?

Surely, I would still have you in my arms, safe and sound.

It had been winter after all.

The rooftops were slippery, and my words had hurt you as if you had been physically impaired.

I reached for you, my dearest girl, once I realised that you were about to fall.

And even as you fell, I fell after you with the flimsiest of hopes that I could, that I would catch you in my arms.

I had never felt such hopelessness in my life than during those few seconds suspended in mid-air, with you only at arm’s length.

No sooner had the very tips of our fingers touched than you had whispered to me once more that you loved me.

Tears were cascading down your cheeks. And yet, my darling, you had worn the sweetest of smiles on your lips.

I suppose you had known.

I caught you. I did catch you in my arms. Of course I did, and I had embraced you so tight, so impossibly tight with a stubborn determination of never letting you go again.

Even when the whole ordeal had taken no more than three minutes, it had been more than enough for you to slip through my fingers.

I savoured the lovely taste of your name on my tongue, albeit fully understanding that you would no longer indulge my ears with your ambrosial voice.

Red had seeped into the blank canvas of paper-white snow. It was very eerily reminiscent of what I had said to you.

Only then did it seem to properly register within my muffled mind that you were gone.

Truly gone.

Just like that.

As simple as a sunset.

As easy as a flower trampled underfoot.

And my very last utterance to you had been those bitter, hateful words that I had spat so carelessly, so foolishly.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Alas, tears did not find me.

Instead, I could acutely feel an insufferable agony right where my heart was supposed to be.

Tentatively, I had caressed your exquisitely soft cheeks with my fingertips, and watched silently as the prettiest hues of pink slowly faded into the palest blue.

“I, too, am in love with you.”

The first time you kissed me, your lips were sweet, warm like honey.

The last time I kissed you, your lips were soft like winter, but they were just as sweet as I had remembered.

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #this wasn’t supposed to happen #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina x maiden #fic #fanfic #character x reader #stargazing #confession #love confessions #tragedy #angst #alcina dimitrescu angst #ficlet

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full-loup · 28 days

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From Fame to Fat: How Krystal Let Herself Go

This story contains slob, gas, and hints of health issues.

"Her association with team Star Fox would soon make her a household name, and her contributions to defending Corneria and Lylat at large would cement her place in history. Eventually however, all the wealth that would follow such fame would take a heavy toll in many ways for the pilot, and she found herself struggling with a life of pampered luxury during a time when peace was plentiful and mercenary jobs few and far between. Before long, she would wind up in a similar position to many successful Lylatians, plunging headlong into a life of decadent indulgence and ease. Now at nearly 800 pounds, Fay finds herself struggling with the simplest of tasks…"

Krystal snorted as she sat there watching the broadcast, causing herself problems as she nearly gagged on the flow of sweet sludge filling her mouth. In a move that was now akin to instinct, her plump fingers flipped a switch on the nozzle of her feeding tube, shutting the flow of what could loosely be called "dinner" off as she pulled the apparatus from her lips.

"Goodness, that's what she looks like now? Oh my dear, you really went hog wild, didn't you?"

Licking her lips, the blue-furred vixen grinned with smug self-satisfaction as she watched her new guilty pleasure unfold on screen. The camera crew seemed to take sadistic delight in the cocker spaniel's condition, zooming in on her wobbling backside as she struggled to climb a flight of stairs. The next shot was a close-up of the white furred canine's red-tinged face, the interview clearly taken as soon as she'd finished her climb as she was still out of breath.

"It's just… so easy, you know…?" Fay panted into the camera, her eyes never really looking directly at the lens, "To kinda just… lose control? I mean… I was already set for life before the whole Venom thing and we really thought Andross was gone that time… hnnf… uggh… there just wasn't much to do for me but eat I guess, and there's just so much good food these days… you… unnff… you know?"

"Many do know all too well, unfortunately…" The host of the show, a slim gazelle, continued as she stood on a stage among numerous holograms depicting Fay's corpulent form that were soon replaced by a singular holo of a planet, "Thanks to the combination of its rich agricultural resources and the technological advancements enjoyed by many in its more industrialized settlements, a sort of gastronomic renaissance has blossomed especially on Corneria…"

Krystal snickered again as the television program showed before and after holos of Fay, the irony of her amusement somehow lost on the fox. The last Cerinian had herself fallen prey to the culture of excess that her favorite TV show so eagerly exploited, and in many ways she had fallen harder than most… Now pushing a thousand pounds, Krystal had to have been one of the heaviest women on the planet, if not in the entire Lylat System.

Finding herself distracted, her grumbling belly reminded her that she needed to eat, and Krystal began to suckle once again on her feeding hose as she watched. The device it was connected to was able to synthesize hundreds of flavors of processed mush for her to consume, each one more delicious than the last. There was a time where she'd been obsessed with the turkey dinner flavor, drinking nothing else for a week straight, but now strawberry milkshake had taken her fancy. Nutritionally, the slurry was little more than empty calories, its only purpose to fuel the needs of her bulky body and to satisfy the vixen's near-constant hunger. Heavy folds of blubber weighed her down now, pinning her in place to her bed and making most clothing impractical for her. She now didn't bother much with appearances, finding it pointless now that she couldn't even walk without assistance. Bathing was also a chore in the extreme to the fox girl at this point, leaving her fur and hair a filthy mess, and she wore only a set of ill-fitting undergarments that clung to her as much as she clung to what little decency she had left. She hadn't changed out of them in about a week now, the hassle of getting Fox to help her out of them too much for her to really bother…

"Finding herself bored and with little to do, Fay flitted from one dalliance to the next: Painting, dancing, and finally… eating." The host continued, "Within only a couple of years into her newfound retirement Fay began to consume the Cornerian gourmet scene… until it began to consume her."

As she watched and ate, Krystal's eyes began to glaze over. She began to focus less on the television and more on eating itself. Soon her mind was filled with the pure bliss of the act, the taste, the swallowing, the digestion… She started to grab the thick rolls of her belly in her paws, fondling them eagerly and squeezing the soft, doughy flesh. A moan escaped her lips, gurgling past the nozzle and the flow of sustenance as a chill of pleasure shuddered through her corpulent body. Soon though, the pleasure in her belly was replaced with discomfort… Medical and pharmaceutical technology had eased some of the more serious complications that could be reached at more massive levels of obesity, but there were some things that still couldn't be eliminated completely…

"Fay's story is like so many others who have found fame and success across the Lylat System… Stay tuned now to see the reactions of next season's participants as we introduce them to viewers on our live, interplanetary broadcast of 700 Pound Lylat: Celebrity Edition!"

Flicking the off switch on her feeding hose once again, the fox groaned as the discomfort filling her guts grew. The bed beneath her creaked loudly as she leaned forwards, her flabby rolls shifting and pressing against one another to create new folds as she pulled the nozzle from her lips.

"Ughh… come the fuck on…!" Krystal panted between gritted teeth before lifting her tail to release a massive blast of flatulence loud enough to cover the sound of her bedroom door sliding open with a hiss. Krystal moaned with relief as the fart dragged on, the delirium she felt as the pressure was released enough to dampen her already dulled psychic abilities so that she didn't register the presence of the camera crew behind her…

Krystal smiled lazily as her eyes returned to the glowing screen of the television, once again eager to indulge in the shame of others, not knowing that soon she would no longer be able to ignore her own…

"Wonder who the whale they caught this time is…"

Was working some more on practicing a faster style when I took this sketch a bit too far in more ways than one. Hopefully this isn't too much for some of you, though I'm happy with the results of my experimentation. Hope you all enjoy as well!

#weight gain #fat furry #fatfur

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revolutionary-thoy · 4 months

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will all the kamiko forms of the resistance members have some power that will 'beat up' the powers of a miraculous?

I just thought that because Nino's kamiko form that you made had a very specific power that was capable of undoing ilusions, which is just the powers of Vixen/Volpina.

and since Betterfly only 'kamiko' someone when it's a time of very need, i was thinking the other kamiko forms would appear only to save or help the resistance from other miraculous holders that still are allies of The Supreme

Only some of them! I can't really think of a power that could counter second chance or the dragon powers. One of the powers I have in mind could work well against Venom, but that's pretty much it

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Chapter 2 Loud And Crashing All Around

The room was cleared of tables and the band was expanding turning the Silver Magnolia into a dance floor. Which happened every time Kitty was done. She sighed happily moving into her dressing room getting changed into something more casual. The dress she was wearing had so many beads on it, that it was quite heavy and cumbersome to move in. She was mindful to be as quick as she could since Alastor was still in the club.

She chose a lovely dark dress flowing dress that came to her shins, and she opted for smaller heels. This would have a lovely flow to it for dancing, and since she was still feeling the heat from the stage lights it was a welcome breezy outfit.

Quickly she looked at herself in the mirror making sure she was still looking good. She always had to keep up her appearance since she was the draw for the club. Moving her hair into a partial updo, she adjusted the big magnolia flower clip in her hair. Nodding lightly in approval of her appearance she turned heel and left her dressing room.

Alastor waited at a small table to the side of the room watching as they transformed it into a dance floor. The buzz and energy in the room was exciting. He waited patiently for Kitty to return. He was quite amazed out how wonderful she was. Her voice was incredible and there was such a commanding presence she had. There was a sense of pride and elegance about her on that stage. He had to admit she was quite alluring. The little vixen definitely caught his attention, which wasn’t easy.

Kitty came back into the main room scanning it carefully looking for Alastor. She hoped he hadn’t left yet. He noticed her looking for him and put his hand up with a small wave. His signature grin plastered on his face. She smiled brightly at him and quickly made her way through the crowd. Before she could get far some one grabbed her wrist firmly.

Alastor had a glint of anger in his eyes seeing a man grab her suddenly stopping her from coming towards him. Kitty jerked her head over her shoulder to see who was bold enough to grab her.

“There you are cher you were quite gorgeous tonight. Have you thought about my offer?” The man spoke to her. He was tall and thin and had slicked back blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He wasn’t unattractive and was dressed well. He smelled like money.

Kitty jerked her wrist free a look of rage crossed her eyes before she had to calm herself. She had to keep it light and professional. “I had said last time, Jonathan, I am not interested in marrying you.”

His hand grabbed her waist pulling her towards him. “Why not? You’d have it easy. I have tons of money to take care of you.” He huffed. Kitty could smell the alcohol on him. She scowled as he grabbed her waist.

“I said no.” She said venom dripping in her voice.

Jonathan pulled her to him. “I’m not asking nicely any more. You will be mine.”

Before kitty could push off of him, Alastor was there. He spun Kitty in a circle pulling her to him. “There you are darling~” he said in that honey toned voice. Kitty was a little surprised by his sudden moves. “Do not touch my girl.” Alastor said he was grinning but there was dangerous look in his eye and his voice dripped with a sudden malice. It made her skin burst into goosebumps. He was acting so possessive. She looked up at him playing his game shaking off the goosebumps.

“Oh there you are darling~” she said touching his cheek playing the act. As much as kitty wanted to tell Jonathan off she couldn’t do it in the club. She had to always be professional.

Alastor smiled softly curling one of her stray hairs around his finger. “Come on darling I want to dance.”

Jonathan scowled and stormed off. He was seething with rage and jealousy. Which only made Alastor’s grin widen. Kitty sighed softly feeling glad Alastor was here, other wise there would have been a scene. He released her.

“Thanks….that could have gotten bad” she sighed

Alastor grinned down at her, “I couldn’t very well let a beautiful woman be in distress~”

“That guy is the worst. That’s the third time he tried to get me to marry him. He’s always drunk. I heard he’s an industrial baron. He’s a real piece of work with his staff too I heard. He does not like the word no.” She scowled

Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he committed this to memory. He smirked “well let’s not let that oaf spoil our night. I’d love to dance Kitty.”

She smirked at him, “I could do that.” With out a moment to hesitate he grabbed her hand spinning her to him. He danced with her his hand on her waist and his hand holding hers as he led her into the Charleston. The jazz was loud and made the room shake with music. The energy was hot and heavy. The air thick and humid as people danced and partied like tomorrow would never come.

He smiled down at her “You were stunning you know.” He said softly his cheek close to her ear. “You command that stage with great grace and power. You held the audience captive while you sang. I have to say that’s quite alluring~”

Kitty felt the closeness of him in this moment was making her a little light headed. Normally she wouldn’t take an offer to dance, but he was nice. He did help her out again. So she let him have this.

Men in the room looked at Alastor with jealous glances. This only fed his ego and made his grin widen. He loved the attention. Having this power over others was certainly a rush. She was in his possession and she was coveted. That alone made this s splendid high.

It seemed like time was dragging forever as they danced. Kitty closed her eyes getting lost in the sound of the loud music. It was so loud she could barely hear anything else. She came to and opened her eyes looking over Alastor’s face; his eyes were burning into hers.

“See something you like?” He grinned teasing her.

She laughed softly shaking her head. He was quite handsome. His bright charming smile only added to his air of confidence. He spun her and twirled her outward before drawing her back and close to him. His breath against her ear “you really are quite the lady you know? Just my type. Powerful, prideful, elegant and simply stunning” he teased speaking into her ear.

Kitty shivered. Being so close to him made her feel flushed. Just who was this man. Why was he so enthralling? She felt lost in him dancing until she was out of breath. Her legs feeling exhausted. She started to pay attention to him more. She felt like she smelled something slightly metallic on him. She knew that smell. By his ear was the smallest fleck of dark red. Blood.

“Did you cut yourself shaving?” She asked him honestly. His eyes flashed with a dark look for a brief second his smile still on his face.

“Why do you ask, Cher?” He smirked

“You have a little blood right here.” She said touching the spot by his ear.

“I could ask you the same~” he whispered into her ear touching her crystal earring. “My, my…don’t tell me. You are quite the mysterious and entertaining woman” his voice was low with a slight drip of malice to it.

Her breath hitched in the throat. She had blood on her earring? Panic set in, and suddenly she knew why she was allured by Alastor. She felt his essence radiating that of bloodlust. Something she knew all to well. She stayed silent

“Tch aw, cat got your tongue?” He teased his eyes burning into hers. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have quite the nasty habit~” his hand slipped down to her thigh. “You think you could hide that knife from me? Naughty girl you are~”

Kitty froze her eyes flicked to his. A look of danger burning in her green eyes. Alastor laughed loudly at her. “That’s right~ I know what you are.” He whispered.

She stopped dancing with him. She felt her heart drop. He knew what she was because he was the same. Putting two and two together she stared at him.

He laughed grinning “I think we should have a word”

“I agree.” She said

They moved off the dance floor the tension between then was heavy. What were the odds? Kitty felt sick. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. She’d never been caught before.

She led them to a private balcony room reserved for rental. She closed the door behind her locking it. Their gazes met like some unspoken contest of dominance.

He broke the silence “who would have ever guessed you’re a dark, twisted little thing.”

Kitty stared at him “I could say the same. No wonder you’re so charming. It’s an act .” She said “now what. You going to kill me?”

He laughed loudly looking at her a wicked look in his eyes, “heavens no! I don’t hurt women. Now disgusting, wicked men who hurt them.” He grinned the darkness in his eyes was frightening. The blood lust and sadistic nature to them made her blood run cold. “Tell me kitty, what do you like to do? What prey does the magnolia starlet take?”

Kitty moved to the side pouring two glasses of whiskey. She never uttered these things to another soul. “Men who abuse women.” She said looking at him

“Ah a martyr! Seems we aren’t so different after all. I have to say you are quite fascinating” he grinned, “and why do you feel the need to hunt men down?”

She drank her whiskey and set the glass down. “I was in a very abusive arranged marriage.” She started. He furrowed his brows but kept smiling. “I ran away from him when he came to New Orleans to gamble. I’ve been here over a year chasing dreams.”

“That’s not all your chasing is it, Kitty?” He laughed. He was hiding his seething rage that she was abused, and her husband seemed to still be alive. A glint a sadistic glee was in his eye as he looked at her.

Kitty scowled at him. She walked over to the balcony and opened the doors wanting cool air. Her skin felt like it was on fire. The cool air felt good right now. Alastor watched her illuminated by the moonlight.

“You really are a fascinating woman” he said looking at her, “I think we’d make quite the pair.”he joined her on the balcony. His hand grazed hers.

Kitty froze moving away from the balcony moving away from him suddenly. “I’m quitting this life style.” She said firmly.

He turned to face her, “oh come now Kitty. You can’t quit once you start. The high is more powerful than any drug c and you know it. The pure pleasure as you catch your prey, toying with them, playing games, and finally ending their lives. You know you’re addicted to the feeling of watching the life fade from their eyes.”

Kitty looked over at him biting her lip hard feeling blood drip down as she cut her lip. She was conflicted. This was a life style she wanted to leave behind, but she couldn’t deny the intense feeling of blood lust.

“Oh what a lovely look you have in your eyes. Simply enchanting~” he laughed loudly. The radio in the room started to glow faintly in the magic eye receiver as if it was trying to pick up a signal.

He out stretched his hand to her, his figure framed in moonlight. He looked like a beast that had been set free from its cage. He was panting his breath visible on the night air, a wild, sadistic look in his eyes. He was salivating, looking more beast than man. “Join me Kitty. We could have so much fun, Cher!” He laughed wildly.

Kitty felt trapped, if she said no he’d expose her. The offer also was tempting to the darker part of her. How many wicked men could they punish and clean from society? How many woman could she save from her fate? Her eyes glowed with blood lust as she stared at him. He grin wildly coming closer to her.

“Come with me, cher. We could clean this city up.” He said taking her hand in his he lowered his head kissing her knuckles, “and you can be mine.” His eyes were full of a possessive energy. “No one could ever understand you like I do.”

Kitty was wrestling with herself on what to do. She felt he had caged her. He grinned wickedly at her knowing he had check mate. She was trapped. This filled him with glee. He’d claim her yet. He was eager to possess her.

Kitty took his hand.

His laugh rang into the night air.

I win. He grinned

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