#I AM FERALLL

[kireilien]

do u think im normal abt this answer was never yes pls never delete this

hi jia :3 i hope ur doing well!! i was wondering if u have the time+ want to.. if u have any thoughts to share about siyun + ddlg? or if u see him like that at all.. just been kinda thinking about him n dumbification and being really mean cuz i need that so bad i wannaaa cry /pos

i’m sorry i’m not more specific :(( but as always, no pressure to answer this ask!! /gen

fairy nono you're so sweet 🙂‍↕️ thinking a lot abt siyun n being mean this came at the perfect time! i can definitely share thoughts abt siyun n ddlg teehee i'm sorry if it gets gross </3

୨୧ warnings｜mean dom siyun，strong ddlg dynamics，dubcon implied，daddy kink，corruption，dumbification，manhandling，dildo play，slapping，overstim + edging ♡

so sorry this is self indulgent but siyun n virgin reader :( when you start dating him it feels like a fairytale and hes your prince charming and it all feels so surreal!! getting shy when he calls you princess or angel n even when he wants to hold hands for the first time he has to guide you into it :(( so its very confusing to your friends when you somehow get more innocent? or that you start acting weird! you don't go anywhere without him attached to you and you're so quiet? not speaking until siyun nudges you or gives you a little look and even when you do speak you slip up and go "da—" before stopping yourself!! but they try not to think too much about it!!! siyun would never do anything bad to you!! hes so entirely sweet theres just no way!!!!!!

but behind closed doors siyun is so scary :( its not like he tries to be!!! hes just so strict and he has to be mean to break you in!! it starts small at first... him getting a little more hands on with every little thing!! could be trying to open a juice bottle and its a little too tight (he screwed it tighter on purpose <3) n you're grunting trying to open it but you can't and have to ask for help :( pouting and handing the bottle to him and he goes "you're just too small princess. can't do anything without me?" and it makes you feel so dumb and small but you tried really hard to open it :( or he'd tie knots in your shoelaces so you have to go to him to help untie it and he would!!! making a comment about "how can you be so dumb? you can't properly tie a shoe?" and even when he gets them unlaced and you feel bad and ditzy so you say you can do it yourself but he'd kneel and prop your foot up on his knee so he can slip the shoe on your foot n tie it for you and at some point it starts to feel humiliating :( you start forgetting how you could even function without siyun helping you!!!!! you're so dumb you don't even notice how mean hes being and how condescending his tone his when he asks if you can even think!!!!!!

siyun gets bolder when you two start getting intimate!! your first time n you're so scared :( but you want to do it!!! you have to!!!! you have to if you love siyun!! at least thats what he tells you </3 so you obviously agree!!!! kissing with him is so different... he'd hold you still on his lap with his hand pressing you deeper into the kiss by your head :( licking all inside your mouth and its so overwhelming with his free hand roaming your body!! you feel so dizzy just whimpering into the kiss n asking for a break but hes so :( looks at you so mean and you feel bad!!! goes on so long... before hes kissing down your neck and whispering in your ear to call him daddy and!!!! your head is so blank you clench onto him mumbling "please daddy" not even knowing what you're begging for n theres a scary scary switch :( siyun pushing you down on the bed n the breath is knocked out of you!!!! you can't fight back :( hes too strong holding you down and his veins bulging when hes forcing his hand up your skirt <3 fingering you for the first time ^_^ thick fingers intruding in while his hand is pressed flat against your tummy :( crying bcs it hurts so bad.... not understanding how things are moving so fast but he coos asking if daddy's making it better n you just nod going "si—dada... hurts.... m so sorry" n hes pushing deeper n asks if you can feel him in your tummy n when you babble out yes and no's scattered calling you a dummy!!! can't even think!!!!!

didn't even take siyun a full day to get you to start calling him daddy like its natural!!! makes you go "can you help me daddy? its too hard for me. i'm too dumb" every single time you need help!! it gets so hard not to believe you're incapable of anything when its drilled into your head every second :( he picks out your hairstyles clothes accessories what you eat!!! you just sit n look pretty n your daddy does everything!!!!! you don't even know what ddlg is!! just so innocent and his sweet girl!! but with that means hes only gotten meaner during sex </333

thinking something specifically so i'm sorry 😞 but siyun making you experiment and try different things :( has never got inside you before :( you're just too small n you'd break so he has to size prep you!!! gets a pretty dildo for you n you freak out a little bcs its so big... so scared n telling him no n he gets so mad.... so so mad!! taps your cheek a little hard going "you don't say no to me" n tears fill your eyes immediately :( whimpering "m so sorry daddy. m so dumb" and you've already upset him :( him forcing your legs open so wide and keeping them still with one of his legs holding you down n spits on your cunny so he can rub his fingers through your folds to get you ready 😞😞😞 hes so sweet even prepping you a little for being mean to him :( tells you to open your mouth and you listen because you don't wanna upset him any further!!!! n he just.... pushes the dildo in your mouth n you gag from it hitting the back of your throat so suddenly!!! but he doesn't give you long before hes pulling it out n slapping the wet dildo on your cunny :( so heavy and hard it kinda hurts.... whimpering but he's groaning n telling you to shut the fuck up and you do :( siyun pressing the tip of the dildo inside and streching your gummy pink walls and you cry immediately :( trying to kick your legs but it makes him even angrier!!! having to move to hold both your legs down and he slaps your cunny really hard :(

when he gets the dildo inside he isn't very nice :( pumping it in and out of you and your eyes are rolling back because it really does hurt and you can't think!!! being conditioned into just taking whatever your daddy wants you to :(( at some point it starts to feel so weird... your tummy is caving in and you feel knocked out of reality and you're just squeaking n babbling to him :( n hes asking whats wrong and pouting at you because you can't speak and wetness starts dripping and you're there.... somethings there but he just pulls out completely :( you gasp when the feeling subsides and you're in full blown tears abt to throw a fit when siyun asks if you think you're so grown now bcs you didn't reply to him :(( just whimpering nonstop "please dada i—i need it—dada please" n you're hiccuping n :(( but siyun is so nice!!! stuttering thank you's when he starts again and when the feeling builds you're twitching and arching n he stops again :( does it so many times because you were rude :( but then when you cum but he just doesn't stop!!! its too much and you're starting to hurt but siyun isn't stopping until he wants to 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ but hes your daddy!!! not gonna say anything n get treated worse :( maybe.....

[froggityboingerrrr]

Okay so I just got to ep 5 of ITFT

OMGGGHSHDHFHDHS

NOT SPOILINGGGG BUTTTT

HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT

I AM SO HYPED FOR EP 6

[charcubed]

critiques of OFMD below the cut, and I'm putting a cut so no one has to read it if they don't want to.

(specifically this post is about a quote by David Jenkins that I was just told about)

I'm experiencing extremely high levels of vindication right now, losing my Goddamn fucking shit, BECAUSE

okay, backstory: I am not an OFMD fan because when I watched season 1 I thought it wasn't very good for a variety of reasons. I'm VERY happy for the people who love it and I'm glad it exists because the world needs queer shows, but I've just felt like a total crazy person watching people be obsessed with it. I've just never understood the hype, didn't think the show had the depths people were seeing in it, etc.

I make a point not to talk about this on main very often because I'm not trying to ruin people's fun!!! why would I do that!!

but anyway: the primary reason I didn't like the show was that I always said that it didn't convince me that Stede was in love with Ed. I always said that they TOLD me that in the end that Stede loves Ed but they didn't SHOW it to me throughout the story so it wasn't believable; I said that the romance felt one-sided and didn't work well; and I said that I felt the show wasn't well-written overall or consistent with its themes.

AND GUESSSS WHAAATTT

THAT'S BECAUSE UNREQUITED LOVE WAS THE ORIGINAL PLAN

I'm losing my shit LMFAO

this is so validating for me. it's SO validating. you don't understand, okay, this has driven me insane for ages but I WAS GODDAMN CORRECT!!!!! I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!

to be clear: while I don't strictly think Jenkins is objectively all that good at what he does especially after the things I've heard about many season 2 decisions, I do obviously think he deserves acknowledgement for seeing romance potential and then running further with it (or trying to). that's cool of him, big shout out to him, and again: I'm glad the show is so loved! queer stories are important!

but this was so obvious to me in season 1 and it's why it didn't work for me! because the relationship wasn't well-written or equal even though I was told to supposedly see it that way!! and that's because it was originally meant to feel unequal and then I guess they tried and failed in my opinion to change it!

my God. I have peace now.

[grimmbunny24]

@feral-ass-raccoon

@davidtennantgenderenvy

@fweens-clone

Just some people who I think could get plenty of use out of this.

new alignment chart just dropped

[bonbonly]

same anon from pussy drunk max and I just thought of this and had to share. Hold my hand on this one, pussy inspection. Doesn’t matter who you write it for but just wanting to “check” you at random times through the day. Holding you spread, checking if you’re tight and punishing you for ruining your panties telling you that you can’t just walk around wet all the time or else he’ll have to confiscate your panties and pants. The idea of him spreading you out and nudging your clit, sliding his fingers in and out, maybe even checking if you still take his cock perfectly is so hot to me. Especially if he’s successfully restraining himself from fucking you, after all he can’t fuck you unless he inspects you properly. Going insane over this idea please add more

ASDFASDFASF I AM GOING FERALLL OVER THIS YOU CAN'T JUST PUT THIS IN MY INBOX AND THEN EXPECT ME NOT TO EXPLODE I-

ok deep breaths, deep breaths bon, you got this asfasdfasf

bon thoughts (18+)

you know who i see this as? collegeau!charles leclerc. this is so him, and I'm going to make sure ALL of you see why this is him. he's the sweetest boy ever in the university, and he volunteers and goes training to be an inspector because he thinks it'll look good on his resume. and he's very hell bent on being professional, but then he sees you and all he can think about is how he's hoping you end up on his list of patients so he can finally inspect you.

when he walks into the room one day, he sees you naked and spread out completely, your pussy on display for him, as if you were made for him. he's biting his lips, taking a deep breath in and trying to keep his reputation intact. good sweet boy charles couldn't possibly try to ruin you, but the demons in his mind told him otherwise. he sits on a small stool, his face inches from your cunt. you prop yourself up on elbows, asking him how long this will take because you had a class to attend to soon and he's smiling like an idiot, nodding his head and talking about how he understands your concerns. he grabs some gloves, slipping them on carefully before taking his thumb and massaging your clit slowly. his eyes are on you, watching your reactions as you gasp out loud, head thrown back before you ultimately fall back onto the head of the bed you were laying on. when he thinks you're wet enough, he slips a finger in,

"just checking to see how tight you are, ma chérie," he murmurs, licking his lips, he wants to wrap his mouth around your cunt but he's holding himself back. he'd have to wait. he's adding a second finger, astonished how your body's welcoming him and when he curls and hits a spot inside you, you're moaning out loud. he pulls his fingers out, nodding his head and taking some notes and tells you that you're good for your first check-up.

and then the days pass, and you didn't show up to a couple of his checks, which has him a bit impatient. everyone was busy with their lives, though, but you? oh, he spent days thinking about you, how could you do this to him? so when you do show up, he's upset at you but even more upset that you're pussy is glistening in the light. you're dripping onto the bed beneath you, and he has no idea why that's so, but he doesn't like it one bit. you explain to him that this boy said something to you that made you feel funny. charles isn't happy one bit, and he's rubbing your clit harder than he's supposed to, watching your pussy hole clench around nothing,

"ma chérie, you cannot be walking around like this. ruining your panties, drenching what ever you wear. what if someone else sees? is that what you want? you want people to see how wet you are?" he's scolding you, and you're getting wetter at his words, unsure as to why your tummy was feeling weird, as if there was a pressure waiting to be unleashed. charles is shaking his head, not even waiting to hear your response, "i might order you to never wear anything to cover this cunt of yours, so that everyone can see how needy your pussy is."

his restraint is out the window, and he now has his cock out. his tip is crying for you, leaking excessively and you tilt your head, trying to understand what part of the procedure this was. charles notices your confusion and reassures you, "just to see if you can take a cock, or specifically my cock."

and he sinks himself into you, watching you moan out loud as he begins to fuck you at a pace that might be a little too much for you, but he doesn't care. he's been waiting for days for this, and he has no signs of stopping now. he almost catches himself leaning forward to kiss you, he knows better than to get involved like this but he figures in the next appointments he could get closer to you. right now, all he wants is to fill your cunt up with his cum, "you can only ever do this with me, no one else. never take anyone's cock outside of this exam room unless it's mine."

and you nod your head, willing to follow along with whatever he said. he's the sweetest boy on campus, he obviously was doing this for your own good!

[bitterrfruit]

already FERALLL at this assistant concept more please

omg...... i'm so sorry for this. can you tell i'm ovulating? somebody sedate me please

[he wants a word with you]

Your boss is a prick and a cunthound. You need this job. here's [part 1] for some John POV Executive John Price x EA f!Reader 18+ mdni - 2.5k words - cw: degradation, free use, maybe dubcon?

You follow Mr Price down the stuffy corporate corridor, with your swollen heart in your throat. 

What did you do wrong this time?

Was there an email you failed to send? A meeting you forgot to book? Maybe you saved a document in the wrong place. Maybe you missed one of your many deadlines. 

You watch his besuited back, broad and tall, the billow of his open jacket as he marches ahead of you with long and aggravated strides. The back of his neck burns hot and red, he digs white-knuckled fingers into the angry skin as he rubs it vigorously. 

You pass the incoming traffic of other colleagues, and you see the concern in their glare when they look at Mr Price and then at you. An unspoken apology for your imminent castigation. A silent yikes.

Fuck, he’s going to fire you. Whatever you’ve done must have been catastrophic. Did you cost him profits? Did you humiliate him in front of a client?

“Did I do something wrong?” You anxiously chirp, fearful of being too loud but not wanting him to mishear you over the sheer volume of his fury. 

He doesn’t answer you. 

Instead he comes to a sudden stop, and you almost slam into him with the keen velocity of your pursuit. 

He gestures into the open door on his left, his other hand hooked on his hip under his jacket. 

“I don’t-”

“In,” he grits, lips pursed into an admonishing line, and you do not disobey him. 

With a skip you enter the room, heart thundering in your ears, and he storms in behind you. 

The stationery supply room; cupboards and shelves, full of paper and writing utensils. Atop the counter sits a guillotine cutter, open reams of white A4, a few stray cuttings littered about. On the one bare wall is a hip-height printer, one that most often fails to work. The air is dry and powdery, thick with the clinical scent of fresh paper and ink. 

Mr Price leaves the door ajar, and he wipes down his face with an open and rigid palm. 

“What is wrong with you?” He suddenly blurts, his interrogative glare shoots straight through you. 

His eyes are wide and angry, and you shuffle on your feet, fidget with your fingers. “What did I do?” 

He only steams ahead with his reprimand - closing in on you, heavy step by heavy step, you stagger backwards on instinct. “Slobbering all over that fuckin’ pen. Christ. Are you trying to drive me crazy?” 

Your back hits the wall behind you, it pushes a puff of nervous air from your open lips. Eyes fluttering between his, you choke on any words you think to offer him. 

“I - I don’t - pen? - I didn’t-”

“What more can I do?” He growls, cranes his head to close the distance, “How far away do I have to put you?” 

You suck deep a quivering breath as you blink up at him, his head a foot above yours and his body all but trapping you where you stand. 

“I don’t understand,” you whimper. “What am I doing wrong?”

He huffs like a bull. “You’re fuckin’ killing me, love.” 

You feel your mouth water when he calls you that. It makes your cheeks glow strawberry red. 

“What can - what do you want me to do?” You ask timidly, sweetly - you want so desperately to please him. You can’t lose this job. You can’t have him disappointed in you. 

He rubs his jaw with a straining hand, his murky eyes rake from your lips and linger on the faintest bit of cleavage in the collar of your button down. 

“I want you to turn around.”

His order is uttered dark and hoarse, so low that you feel the vibrations of his voice from where you stand. 

Your lips part gently, bottom lip trembling as you swallow under his heated glower. 

But you do as you’re told. You’re a good listener, you can show him that.  You spin around awkwardly in the tight space between his heaving body and the wall, until you’re met with the cold white drywall against your nose. 

You hear his breathing turn ragged and animal, almost growling, it makes you sweat. You lift your arms cautiously, placing both palms flat on the wall, and stand on the very tips of your toes. 

His hands are on you, then, hasty bear claws comb over your ass and clutch the meat of your hips like you might slither away from him. He tugs you backwards and you rock on your toes, arch your back to meet his pelvis with your behind. 

You feel it, hard as iron and heavy as tungsten behind his straining trousers; he grinds his rigid cock against you, warning you with it, letting you feel the weight of it. He hunches forward, you feel his wiry beard against your cheek and his warm lips against your ear. 

“You proud o’ yourself?” He snarls, a bestial gurgle deep in his chest. “Proud of what you do to me?” 

Your heart buzzes with such speed that it makes you dizzy, turns you stupid. 

“I’m - uh - I’m not-”

You want to smack yourself for your inability to form a single sentence, a single word, as you feel his harsh fingers claw up the back of your thigh, catching in the sheer black nylon that clings to your feverish skin. 

“Nothing to say for yourself?” He gnars into your skin, you feel his teeth as he speaks. “‘Course not. You’re a fuckin’ airhead, aren’t you?” 

His wide paw reaches the hem of your pencil skirt, the fabric too taut to be pulled up with ease - so he clutches the back of it with both hands, grips either side of the stiff kick pleat. 

You yelp as you feel him rip your skirt apart by the seam, the tear of the fabric shrill and ear-splitting. Your head urgently spins on your neck as you shoot a glance at the open door - muted voices of others in the office travel through the gap, blissfully unaware of your indiscretion. 

“Someone might-”

Bitten off by a gasp, his angry fists grasp at your stockings where they meet at a seam that runs down the cleft of your ass. He rips that, too, hurried and ravenous; he stretches a wide hole in the thin nylon that runs in a ladder between your legs. 

“Someone might come in.” You finally find the words, moan them out in a hasty breath like he might cut you off before you can warn him. 

He hisses; “I don’t care.”

His hand forms a blade, slicing between your legs and hooking under the gusset of your knickers; you hold your breath, sucking your lip between your teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood. His thick fingers run along your slit, goading and mean, triggering a pathetic little whimper from your throat when you don’t have the words to plead. 

They push past your lips, dipping between your sodden folds like he’s checking the temperature before venturing any deeper. You feel him grin against your neck, beard abrasive against your sensitive skin, as he lets out a low, cruel chuff of laughter. 

“Fu-hu-huck,” he chortles, mocking, and you only let out a stifled cry as he coaxes your opening with the tips of greedy fingers. “Like being told off, do you?” 

He kisses the side of your neck in a hungry and messy suck, shivering gooseflesh crawls from his bite and down your spine. He plays with your syrup between his fingers, marvelling at the quantity, the slipperiness. 

You squeak as a single finger presses against the ring of muscle at your entrance, and pushes past it - he hooks it, drags it against your slick inner wall with a pressure that makes you grind against his hand to force it further. 

“Answer me.” 

You whine in complaint before you reply as instructed. “Yes,” you croon, writhing and eager.

He obliges you and stuffs his finger deeper, two knuckles deep, and his palm is flush with your cunt.

“Mh. You do. Fuckin’ soaked, aren’t you?” He hums deeply, hoarsely, pleased. 

He pulls his finger out of you, then, and you groan in frustrated defeat. 

“Don’t fuss, love,” he grumbles. “You’ll get your fill.” 

With your head over your shoulder, you watch in your periphery as he smears his glistening fingers down his lips, under his nose - sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean like he might savour the taste. 

“Mh,” he rasps, grins, letting the scent and flavour of your cunt fill his mouth and sinuses until it turns his shark eyes black and hungry. “Fuckin’ good.” 

You hear the leathery clinking of his belt buckle as he undoes it, the strident rip of his fly as he tears it down. A shuffle, a grunt, and his heavy cock lands against your lower back with a thump. 

You gasp, turn rigid - he runs a firm hand down your spine, rests it in the dip of your back, pushes a deeper curve in the arch. Grasps your hip and yanks it back, rams your body against his, angles your pelvis just right. 

He grabs his cock in a fist, smacks its solid against your ass like it’s a burden. 

Holds his fingers to his lips and hucks up a lump of spit, crude and dirty, you feel him smear it against your cunt as pulls your panties to the side. 

He gives no warning as he feeds his length through the hole he tore in your stockings, slides the blunt and fleshy head along your slit to coat it in the amalgam of fluids that drip from you. His tip finds its sheath, nestling between your folds and rutting against your tight opening as if to taunt you. 

With a hoarse growl he bucks his hips, his cock breaks through your entrance and rams deep into your cunt with a single thrust. It forces a wet and mewling cry from your throat, forgetting that the door to the room is open and freely accessible to anybody you work with. 

“Shh-sh-sh,” he hisses, he undoes his tie with a single hand as the other keeps your hips tight against him. 

He ruts again, somehow deeper still, and you let out a sore yelp - but he shuts you up, stifles your crying as he packs his steel-blue tie into your open mouth. Stuffs the silk fabric behind your teeth until no more will fit, and your saccharine noises are dampened into muffled whimpers. 

“Tha’s better. Fuck,” he curses through teeth. “Can barely fuckin’ fit in that little cunt of yours.”

His hand holds your throat, then, and the other controls your hip with vicious strength - and he fucks you in earnest. Fucks you hard and hostile, the round head of his cock hammers your aching cervix as if he could fuck past it. Fucks you like he’s angry, like he has been eagerly waiting for each forceful thrust - pent up since he met you, fuel only added to the flame every day that you came to work. 

The tie in your mouth is sopping wet with your keening saliva, your eyes well with tears of some twisted rapture - you want to tell him it hurts, but not to tell him to stop. 

“You take it good, don’t you? Found one fuckin’ thing you’re good at, eh?”

You whimper. You like him mean, don’t you? You like him angry. 

You spilled that tea on purpose. You deliberately missed that deadline. You talk loudly because you know it frustrates him. You suckle on that pen because you know he wishes it were his cock. 

His heavy hand clutches your wrist and pins it to the wall in front of you, and you feel light on your feet. The hole in your stockings only tears bigger with each thrust, you can hear the fabric of your pinstripe skirt rip further up the back; likewise, your cunt stretches to fit him to the hilt, the delicate skin threatening to tear as he splits you open. 

With a final rut, pounding hard into your womb, he bites down on the tendinous flesh of your neck and growls into your skin, chuffs out of his nose like a grizzly; “Fuck.”

You feel his cock twitch and surge as he pumps his come deep into you, it overflows - it dribbles down the cleft of your cunt, down your thighs, soaks into the sheer polyester of your stockings. Didn’t think, or didn’t bother to ask if you were on birth control - it doesn’t matter to him. Your cunt is as much his as your livelihood, and he’ll fill it with his come if he pleases. 

He leans his weight against you as he recharges, panting and spent, he rests his forehead against the back of your head. 

“Mh,” he huffs, “fuckin’ needed that.” 

You exhale all the air you had been holding in a breathy whine, cunt still aching and fluttering around the cock stuffed inside it, clit swollen and eager for any ounce of attention. He pays it none - only came to take, no time or interest in giving. 

He pulls his tie out of your mouth in one long rope, it drags a string of glistening saliva with it. 

“I’m-” you breathe furtively, mouth free, “I’m glad I could help.”

He pants out a laugh, deep and gravelly, places a drained kiss into your hair. 

“Help you did,” he assures you, amused and sated. “Next time I want to see all of you. Hear me?” 

“Next time?” You ask timidly. 

He pulls his cock out of you, and the spate of hot come he plugged inside comes out in a gush and soaks your already damp knickers. 

“Aye,” he grunts, tucking his semi-hard cock back into his boxers, insouciantly doing up his belt. “You’d like that, eh?”

You swallow a weary breath, push yourself from the wall and try to shimmy down what’s left of your skirt to conceal the mess he made underneath. 

“I - um,” you hesitate, embarrassed, you tuck a piece of hair that had been fucked astray behind your ear. “I would.” 

A devilish grin stretches in his lips, sharp teeth, as he loops his wet tie under his collar and does it up neatly - as neatly as he can, while it’s covered in the damp splotches of your spit. 

“‘Atta girl.” With a domineering hand he grabs your jaw, tugs your head upward and meets your lips with a single hard kiss. Smiles at you with praise. “Knew you were a slut.”

“I’m n-”

“Head home for the day, will you, love,” he orders rakishly, smoothing out his pale blue button down. “Important meeting. Can’t have any more distractions. Understood?” 

“Yes,” you comply with a simple nod. 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr Price.”

“Tha’s my girl.”

[brights-place]

i need more of t h o s e headcanons for the MID boys🕴️on my desk by morning

[My Inner demons ] Daemos x Reader (seperate)

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: Sorry for being late to write this anyways! as usual I am not your parent I am not your gaurdian if your a minor and continue to read this with warning that it is minors DO NOT INTERACT NO MATTER WHAT it is not my job to look after a minors action for continuing to read this as we are ONLINE and I have no control other then a warning. Tt isn't my issue I am not a parent I am not in charge of a minors action. I write and that is what I do I write so again if your a minor and are reading this and not respecting or understanding that this isn't for you GET OUTTA HEREEEE other then that I hope you enjoy the My inner demon smut headcannons and sorry for again being late please enjoy this hell hole of a writing piece!!

Summary: My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s and small scenes ideas it's only a small amount though because I'm tired

DAEMOS MEN FREAK IN THE SHEETS

Asch Smut Headcannons

- Bite marks on your body as he leaves marks pampering you with lust - Has such a huge breeding kink. Like he’s downright obsessed with how pretty you look all cockdrunk with his cum just leaking out of you. Makes him feralll. - Male or Female he doesn't care he wishes to breed you - He gets so Pussy/Dick drunk that he can't think straight as soon as he’s sinking his cock into you, repeating and slurring over his words and cursing in a different from daemos before he bites into your shoulder - If you were a girl he has you teach him how to use his tongue all over your cunt eating up your juices yet his fangs make it slightly more harder as he notices how you shiver at the fangs

Rhys Smut Headcannons

- Think he'd love to fuck you till you go dumb thats where the dumbification kink comes from loves fucking you until you're so dick drunk that all you can think about his him and his dick pulvarizing you - The more you two get intimate, the more he learns to please you, still unsure about what he’s doing he has you to teach him - If you were AMAB he'd copy what you have done to him and grin excitedly always watching your reaction to know if he did good or wrong - loves seeing how flustered you get by him just doing the smallest things, like when he flexes his arms or lowers his voice a little just to see your thighs clench and face get all red

Pierce Smut Headcannons

- He looks well maintained and calm but this man is a FREAK calling you pet names praising you while he dry humps you over your vanity -He loves your moans especially when he leans up and pushes up your thighs, and his huge, veiny length is hitting a certain spot that had you drooling - He has to grip onto the headboard nails digging in and is close to breaking it yet he would focus on your reactions heaving - Kisses your thighs before he eats you out grinning quietly to himself - He has a thing for whenever you touch his hands or muscles, like when you massage them gently and tell him how pretty they are or how nice they look - Cumming in you worries him so cumming on you is his choice. He can't help but smile slightly when he sees his seed shot across your stomach or thighs. Your flushed skin and post-orgasm twitches getting him so turned on he can’t focus.

Leif Smut Headcannons

- Loves watching you try to hold in your moans and whimpers, the way your face gets all puffy and hands start shaking and squeezing him desperately makes something primal awaken in him - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he degrades you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways how you grab anything you could hold onto before trying to cover your moans with a hand - Orgasm denial/control and spanking are his go to's. 'He just loves how needy and whiney you get from him not giving you what you want. - When you start whining and whimpering from the overstimulation, he’ll just cup your face giggling and not even bothering to slow his pace

Noi Smut headcannons

- Noi is the typed of guy that would be gripping your thighs panting heavily flushed face staring down to your messy and dishevel appearance before he grins at you asking if your alright - Wrap himself around you swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his cock continuously pounds into you - Noi gets so greedy sometimes that he’ll be too impatient to even take your underwear off first toying with your fabric covered clit he pays no mind to you gasps when your dripping with such a delightful treat - When you both do small quickies with him just putting in the tip it becomes a inch, then another and then there's the two of you trying to keep quiet - He whimpers, like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear.

[artemiss0629]

When I tell yall I am FERALLL for this man 😩

[freakymcnastys]

"like him" - sero hanta x fem!reader

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ “ I don't know who he is.”

note: this is me going crazy but also not mean by just doing angst again..also blunt shotgunning MAKES ME FERALLL -kat

content: like 3rd year?? idk but still in the dorms at U.A., smoking the mary jane, stoner!sero (YAY), ANGST but fluff!!!, inspired by tyler,the creators new album/song.

“COME HERE, GET CLOSER SWEETHEART.” Sero speaks with half-lidded eyes. A slight nod and hum was heard from you as you watched Sero do what he called ‘shotgunning a blunt’.

“WHAT!” Sero exclaimed in surprise. “You’ve never smoked weed?” It was Friday night, and since hero training had take such a toll on you and Sero, you spent the evening together, cuddled up in Sero's dorm, watching movies and having snacks.

“Uh no? I’ve had edibles from Sato but that’s it.” You shrug as Sero snorts. “Sato makes edibles? Why am I not surprised-“ You weren’t sure how you even got on this topic. The two of you were sitting on the edge of Seros bed together, facing the tv while looking for something to put on. Then, you guys stumbled upon this current conversation. “Well…I got two joints so...do you wanna?”

And that’s how you ended up in the position you were in right now. Sero was sitting toward you, mere centimeters from your face, blunt in hand. You sit crossed completely facing him with your hands on his thighs. “Just uh—breath it in alright?” His voice was soft as he took a hit but instead of blowing it to the side like he usually would, he blew it into your open mouth. About two seconds past before Sero's red eyes looked into yours again.

"That was nice right?" He questioned as you just nodded. Being this close to him and a bit high made you wanna kiss him even more than before. The being high part was kinda fogging up your decisions which is why you started to lean into a kiss before Sero turned to the side of his bed to grab his water bottle. "This cotton mouth is no joke..." Before chugging like half of his bottle.

Although you were slightly dissapointed you knew that you would probably get another chance to kiss him later on. Until then you looked at the blunt in the boy's hand and it hit you. "Hey aren't we gonna get in trouble by Aizawa?"

"Yeah no I'm like 90% percent sure that he grows his own weed." You just look at his face in disbelief. "I mean when you put away the dealers from the streets you gotta make it yourself." He shrugged, turning back to face you. "That actually..makes sense?" You guys just look at each other for a second before breaking into laughter.

After a few minutes, your stomach started to hurt because of the laughter. But, it died down moments later, now you and Sero were just looking into each other's eyes. Something inside you made you just say screw it and lean in to kiss him.

As this thought rushed through your brain, the song “Pumpkin” by Islands started to play softly out of Sero's speaker system. The music set the mood, and the smell of weed just added to that movie-like feeling. As the weed took over your thoughts, you noticed the soft rain falling down the windows, and the warmth radiating off of both of your bodies. Without thinking, you leaned in harder, Sero let his hands wonder to your hair, and a once tame kiss had turned into a make-out sesh.

If it wasn’t for your phone ringing you two could’ve be like that for hours. You pull away to look at your phone to see who was calling you, only to see a picture of you as a kid and your dad as the contact. “Ugh.” You groaned declining the call to hear something you never wanted to hear especially from Sero.

“Is that your dad? You kinda look like him-“ You know he said it in a light hearted tone but you couldn’t shake the way you choose to interpret it. Why would he say that? Part of you was reasoning with the fact he did not have any malice behind that statement but your irrational (high) brain was telling you something else.

“Can I uh—use your bathroom..?” You quickly asked but before Sero answered you just got up and went into the bathroom locking the door quickly. “Sure?”

Looking into the mirror then splashing water onto your face to try and focus yourself and not spiral into a panic attack because that would be embarrassing especially in front of your crush. “Do I look like him?” You whispered under you breath.

“Hey i’m uh leaving—going back to my dorm.” You said as soon as you left the bathroom, gathering your things from the floor. This seemed to sober Sero up quickly as he jumped to his feet to catch you before you left. “Hey hey what’s wrong—why are you crying?”

You hadn’t even realized the tears that slipped through your eyes and down your cheeks. Oh...why am I crying? You truly didn’t think this whole dad thing would affect you this much. But before you could answer Sero bowed his head to your level and looked you into your eyes once again.

“Can I hug you?” Something about that statement made everything you’ve been trying to hide crumble as you felt sobs rip through you. He just took that as a yes as he enveloped you in a hug. It was nice.

-BONUS-

“Damn really? Your dad kinda sucks” Sero shrugged as he listened to your entire backstory. “Yeah tell me about it.” You laughed lightly.

“So how about you?” You asked, drinking a sip of coke that Sero had gotten you earlier. “Oh I don’t got a dad—bless my mom…four kids is crazy!” He laughed as you joined him. You were glad that you and Sero could relate and make jokes about your childhoods.

- love always, kat

[supercutszns]

A best friends to lovers between Luke and a Ares reader where some how Ares ends up at Camp-Half-Blood and gets to meet all his kids, and despite his seemingly uninterested demeanor when he meets the 2 best fighters of his cabin (Clarisse and the reader) he’s genuinely impressed but doesn’t show it. Reader ends up feeling like she disappointed Ares due to his lack of emotion despite the days and nights full of intense training she’s put in since being at camp and ends up ranting about it to Luke who ends up confronting Ares despite the intimidation he feels when doing so because he wants reader to know how amazing she truly is and knows that if it comes from the father she looks up to so dearly that she’ll believe it finally. Ares reluctantly ends up talking to the reader and says something along the lines of Luke being a decent boyfriend and that he has some fire for being a child of Hermes. Ares genuinely thought the two were together but shrugged it off when the reader disagreed despite her feelings. After Ares and tiny Ares have their heart to heart, or as close to one of those as u can get with that cabin, reader ends up thanking Luke and confessing her feelings.

Ik that was a lot sry! I’ve just had the idea since the Ares ep came out. Have a great day 😊😊

omfg i am eating this up. u had me at best friends to lovers

ares coming to camp and meeting his kids😭😭 my god that’s so bittersweet especially with clarisse and reader being the best fighters :( luke confronting ares i’m FERALLL U KNOW HE WOULD CONFRONT A GOD FOR HIS GIRL HE DOES NOT GAF (or at least he pretends to. he’s still a little scared)

he’s already angry at the gods and the one that happens to be your father just disregards your strength?? you’re upset and you confide in him about how inadequate you feel and luke’s like oh i need to beat a bitch up

luke gets ares alone the second he can and like tries to be diplomatic but it’s obvious how much he hates ares right off the bat. basically comes in fists ablaze and ares says “no i actually was super impressed by her i just didn’t feel like telling her lol” and luke is like. what is wrong with you

eventually the conversation ends on a somewhat lukewarm note; when luke turns to leave ares says kinda nonchalantly “i see why you two are together, you’ve got a lot of fire for a hermes kid”

luke just goes: huh??????????? and ares is like “you know, you and my daughter” luke just stares at area dumbstruck and he just sighs and is like. jesus fucking christ there’s no way

then he talks to you (a little begrudgingly but only a little; he wonders if some of aphrodite’s matchmaking tendencies have rubbed off on him) and he tells you very sparingly that you’re gifted, then he’s like “please for the love of Me, Ares, the War God tell that boy you like him i think he’s going to set me on fire.”

he ends the conversation at that so obviously you’re dumbstruck (both by the praise and by your father urging you to ask out your best friend) but when luke comes around to ask how it went you know your dad got something right.

you thank him for everything and work up the courage to mention what ares said at the end, and luke laughs a little and is like “that’s so weird he said the same thing to me” so you shrug and say “maybe he has a point.” luke doesn’t get flustered often but he def is now so you take it upon yourself to kiss him to drive the point home <3 after that you confess the full scope of your feelings and he kisses you bc he’s just so eager and he mutters against your lips that this is the only time he’s ever respected a god in the slightest. then you guys go spar together like old times except this time there’s 90% more making out 💗💗

[angelwishess]

Im actually still not over this. Do u see him. Do you see how silly he is yet so very beautiful it makes me sob. His eyes. His lips. His expression. His hair. Him. In general actually. Just him. HES SO BEAUTIFUL.

MR FLOYD LEECH U WILL ALWAYS BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TO ME !!!! HEARTS IN MY EYES AS WE SPEAK !!! HES SO PERFECT ?? SO HEAVENLY????? ELYSIAN , SO DIVINE?? ABSOLUTELY ALLURING???? BREATHTAKING???? I WILL CONTINUE ON NO ONE CAN SILENCE MY TRUTH. HOW CAN I KEEP SANE WITH SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MAN. HES JUST SOO ?? SO?????? SOOOSOOSOOO ?????? 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💘💘💘💕💞💞💓

HES SO BEWITCHING????? THE LIGHTING OF THIS GROOVY???? IS SO GORGEOUS???? HES SO GORGEOUS???????? HEAVENLY ABSOLUTELY HEAVENLY I AM IN AWEEE DO U SEE THAT COLORING. THE EXPRESSION… THE PURE CONCENTRATION FOR JUST SHINING HIS SILLY LIL SHOES HES SO DUMB I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AUUAUAGGH… IM ACTUALLY LOSING IT I SWEAR … IM GOING FERALLL IM SOBBIHNG HES SO BEAUTIFUL FLOYD LEECH U WILL ALWAYS BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TO MEEEE !!!!

[dipperscavern]

going absolutely fucking FERALLL over this i need him

i. i am so normal about this.

[helpimonthefloor]

First proper post other than reblogs! It's of Worm from @oobbbear's doll au (I am feralll for the au).

Took me a while to pose everything and all the hands (help, so much hand practice- just ignore any wonky hands). I personally love on how it came out but I didn't really think of a scenario for it, just wanted to draw one of the characters <3.

Excuse the poorly drawn OK and photo quality; my camera doesn't take good photos.

CW: (Mild?) Nudity

Closeups:

[iwasalandscapeinyourdream]

GUYSSSSS I just started when the phone rings and I am ABSOLUTELY FERALLL FOR THIS SHOW ALREADY WHAT A FREAKING PLOT omg probably my favorite since business proposal or my demon

[cyberrat]

Ooh, another bitching possibility with the anon that talked about a pack alpha basically taming an unruly alpha… maybe the OMEGAS get annoyed from this little shit bothering them so much so THEY bitch the alpha and then take the brand-new omega to their pack alpha

Ykno, cause what are a bunch of omegas gonna do with another one? Hehe

I AM GOING FERALLL

You peeps *know* I‘m a fucking sucker for big guys being submissive. And a horde of Omegas so fed up that they gang up on an Alpha and fucking ruin him?

Shit yeah. Shit fuck yeah.

Like they already got a big lazy Alpha to take care of them and he knows his pets are basically feral and will rip dicks off of Alphas so he just lets them do what their little hearts desire.

As a gift he‘ll be rewarded by them offering freshly bitched Alphas up at his feet.

It‘s kind of like a lion‘s pride and I am here for it

[criminally-unserious-looplu]

I swear I AM GOING FERALLL

THE 22EP OF DELICIOUS AND DUNGEON IS OUT TODAY AND NETFLIX WANTS TO BE FATUOUS BITCH

WERE IS THE JUSTICE