#crusty nerds

[raddest-laddest]

[sappho114]

its so funny how with the d&d man himself gary gygax the text of what he's written in-game and a lot of the precedents he set are all insanely bigotry filled but then to see he was just posting on forums and giving interviews just saying that women sucked and should stick to barbies is really something else

[extraaa-30]

Y'ALL LITERALLY STFU PERCY IS REPRESENTATION FOR THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY GIRLIES

are you telling me at 12 years old you, greek mythology gay on tumblr, would NOT have clocked every monster??? are you REALLY DEFINITELY SURE ABOUT THAT???

bc bestie I'm sorry but 12yo me was WAITING for opportunities like percys. i'd be like hmm who wants the bolt if it's not hades EXCESSIVE & UNNECESSARY KNOWLEDGE IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE dw y'all I've been training for this

Except literally Sally was training Percy for this.

[deathlyf1ghter]

Hello!!!! Welcome to my intro post. My name is Juno! I'm a crasher crustie from the bowels of the midwest. I'm in 1 band and 1 project(dance disorder, and Syrin-x). I'm 15, and my pronouns are He/They. I've come to Tumblr as my escape from Instagram, I've found life way better over here. I'm always open to talking about crust or other topics. Thank you!!!

ME!!!!^

[icybreaths]

tbtp jewel on the brain. i need to make more icons for her!

[brekkie-e]

Hey so, while I can agree that varric is nice, not all of us want to fuck him? Some of us, while it's gut wrenching, do actually love the solas romance.

The post was a joke.

Though. This one’s hard to let slide. You see, I have a crippling case of what is in these here parts referred to as lesbianism. So to tell you the truth, dear. I don’t want to fuck either of them. But I apologize for making a post that was not catered specifically to you.

I don’t even think I implied that I, myself, would romance him were he an option. Simply that it would be one of the most popular ones if it were available to players.

That being said, the fun of these games is to make characters and tell their story. So, personally, I rarely pick my character’s romance based off whom I myself would personally be dtf for.

I stand by my statement though. If Varric could fuck, we wouldn’t be in this situation. We wouldn’t be in a lot of situations. Maybe BioWare wouldn’t be an on fire dumpster.

[churchydraws]

Today is the "doodle the Ultra ocs I haven't drawn yet" day apparently. Anyways here's Mystery, a U40 Ultra with a mysterious past both to their new friends and themself! Very sassy, very nerdy, often masks their true self in front of others due to not knowing their own past. The few flashes of memories they get are unpleasant, making them unwilling to dig deeper. They're pretty positive they were a soldier though. Plays a Tiefling Sorcerer in DnD and their favorite Pokemon is Mr Mime and Zoroark.

[avipop]

quote of the day!

Im not iconic im not funny im just annoying 😀👍

[casuallyanidiot]

hi, im going absolutely feral over yandere nerd. part 2, im on my hands and knees here

Thanks lol he's so scummy. I think the thing about him I hate the most is that he like, feels so oddly invincible.

Tw. gross shit, dubcon MDNI

You say things about Yandere nerd, or Marcus (Mark for short if he like had any friends), to anyone who will listen, but it's not like he's actually going to be punished. It's frustrating like, yeah he's a wimpy guy, and yes you could've technically fought him off when his grubby hands started to knead your thighs under the table, but it's not like he's some saint or anything.

It drives you crazy because he seems to get off on the fact that you can't do anything to him, not when he's the industry's next golden boy and the University's next biggest alumni. He's had too much invested in him for any source of authority to care about one whiny student who doesn't have a resume nearly as esteemed. In fact, it's almost like the school has thrown you to him like a chew toy to a dog. Classes that weren't even related to your degree got added to your schedule all because he was in them, and he knows you'll have to rely on him if you don't want your GPA to go down.

Yandere Nerd who cums all over your notes so you can't use them any more. His hot, sticky cum soaks through the pages and gets everything all gross, crusty, and musky smelling. Don't worry though baby, he's got some that he took. You just have to let him into your room and let him get his tongue into that sweet, sweet twitching asshole that you've been denying him from.

He says and does all of this so blatantly that you're genuinely left speechless. You can't do anything other than go along, though.

That's how you end up face down ass up in his bed as he bounces you on his cock, giggling like a maniac as he spanks your ass and has you read out study material aloud to him. You better do your best, baby, it's ten more strikes to your bruised, sore bottom if you get it wrong :)

[junkmixart]

A Patreon Q&A about Maxim's shapeshifting familiar, Samson! but Samson uses their powers to just prank on their crusty nerd~! 😂

I got a upcoming kickstarter of these guys in March 24! Subscribe to SLASHER U KICKSTARTER to get the first 24-hour discount for it!

[dovenskin]

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eltingville ep. ノ

cw : nsfw, smut,oral (m & f receiving) , reverse cowgirl, doggy style, unprotected sex,

✦ Title: Fuck The Nerds

an: josh and pete’s are fem, bill and jerry are gen

© dovenskin

BILL DICKEY

you know he's loud. whiny as hell. you're kissing those crusty lips, chin scraping his busted stubble while your hand’s working him through his jeans, slow as hell. too slow. he's bucking up into your palm, groaning into your mouth, trying so fucking hard to get more friction, more pressure, more anything—like he’s not already getting more than he’s ever had in his life.

when he finally shimmies off those ratty jeans—finally—his dick flops out, borderline below average, thick head already leaking like a broken faucet. you glance up, and he's just staring down at you, chest heaving, face red, pupils blown wide like a kicked puppy. eyes begging. you say anything about it and he'd throw a tantrum, but you see it all over him. that silent, twitchy "please touch me" energy.

first few open-mouthed kisses, one lazy tug on his cock, and he's already fucking losing it. squirming. whining. hips jerking up into your hand like he’s trying to chase the high. fingers in your hair, not pulling—just there, like he thinks he's helping. hasn’t even been two minutes and he’s making noises like he’s never been touched before. (he hasn’t.)

and honestly? you weren’t expecting much. guy’s in his twenties and still a virgin, spends more time gatekeeping horror trivia than touching grass. not like most girls would even want to be near him—let alone have their mouth on his cock. but here you are. and he’s already shaking like you’ve ruined him.

your hand’s working his cock now, slow strokes, thumb rubbing over the fat tip just to hear him make that choked little noise again. he’s a mess already—moaning like he doesn’t care who hears, squirming like your touch is too much. hips stuttering, body twitching, hands useless at his sides like he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with himself.

and then, somehow, somehow, this loser finds it in him to talk.

“heh… fuck… knew a bitch like you couldn’t resist me,” he pants, voice shaky but smug, like he really believes it. “figured you’d come crawling the second you got a taste of a real man.”

he’s grinning through it—cocky, sweaty, half-delirious—and it’s almost cute how proud of himself he looks, flushed face all smug, like this is his moment.

and then you sink your mouth over his cock.

just like that. no warning. all warmth and spit and tongue, taking him halfway down in one go, and he fucking chokes.

his cock twitches violently in your mouth, thick head pressing against your tongue, and he lets out the most pathetic whimper you’ve heard all night.

“f-fuckfuckholy shit—”

his hand grabs at your hair but it’s not dominant, not controlled—he’s scrambling, holding on like he’s about to fall apart. his whole body goes stiff, thighs trembling, breath catching like he’s seconds from unraveling.

“nghh—shit, shit, don’t move—” he hisses, voice breaking into a whine, “fuck, i’m gonna—gonna cum already, fuck—”

so much for that cocky attitude.

you pull back just enough to suckle the head, tongue circling, slow and mean, and he fucking loses it. eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, a high, strangled moan spilling out like you’ve knocked every thought from his greasy little brain.

he’s barely holding it together

JOSH LEVY

he’s already breathless before you even sink down on him. hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind, fingers twitching every time your skin shifts under his touch. cock twitching too—he’s so fucking hard it almost hurts. and the moment you start sliding down, the moment your cunt stretches around him, he lets out this wrecked little moan like he’s been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.

“holy fuck… holy shit,” he gasps, head thrown back against the pillow. you’re facing away from him, which just about kills him—he can’t even see your face, can’t kiss you, can’t do anything but watch the way your ass bounces and your back arches while you ride him like he’s nothing but a toy.

he whimpers. he’s fucking whining, trying not to buck up too hard, trying to hold back so he doesn’t cum embarrassingly fast. he’s babbling now—soft, breathless praises like, “so good—feels so good, fuck, you’re amazing—” voice cracked, high, completely overwhelmed.

you lean back just a little, give him a better view, start grinding your hips down with a slow, heavy roll and he loses his goddamn mind.

“fuckfuckfuck—don’t stop, please don’t stop,” and when you look over your shoulder at him, all flushed and trembling and needy, he’s staring like you hung the moon. like he’s never seen anything better in his life.

“you’re taking me so good, josh,” you say, sweet and mean at the same time, and that’s it. his fingers dig into your thighs and his hips twitch helplessly under you.

“yeah?” he gasps. “y-you like it? i’m doing good?” he’s begging for the praise, desperate to be told he’s making you feel good. he’s shaking, barely holding on, hips bucking up like he wants to be deeper even though he’s already buried to the hilt.

“you’re doing perfect, baby,” you coo, grinding down hard and circling your hips just to watch him fall apart. “your cock feels so good—stretching me out so nice, you’re making me cum so hard, josh.”

he whines, like it physically hurts how much he likes hearing that, how bad he wants to be good for you.

and when you start bouncing again, picking up the pace, ass slapping against his thighs while you fuck yourself stupid on him—he starts panting like a dog, sweat beading at his forehead, mouth hanging open, voice shaking.

“fuckfuck i’m gonna cum—i can’t—i can’t—y-you’re so—i’m—” and he’s gone.

his hips jerk up into you once, twice—and then he spills, thick and messy inside you, crying out like he just saw heaven.

and even through it, he’s still moaning out broken little compliments: “s-so good… fuck, you’re perfect… never felt anything like this…”

you don’t stop until he’s twitching under you, eyes rolled back, mouth slack—wrecked. and you just smile, still grinding slow and deep, like you knew he’d break this easy.

PETE DINUNZIO

pete’s obsessed with your reactions. doesn’t even care about getting off himself — not when he’s got your thighs trembling and your pussy dripping all over his face. he’s eating like a man possessed, tongue deep, nose buried, goatee slick with spit and slick. he’s not gentle. not careful. he’s messy.

and when you cum the first time, crying out, thighs clamping around his ears? he doesn’t slow down. doesn’t stop. he leans in. doubles down.

“yeahhh, there it is,” he groans, mouth still on your clit, voice dripping with that filthy Staten Island accent. “that’s it, baby. lemme hear you. fuckin’ sing for me.”

you’re whining, overstimmed, hips twitching — but pete’s not done. his fingers are inside you now, thick and calloused, pumping deep and curling up just right. and his mouth? oh, he’s still there, lips wrapped around your clit, tongue working tight little circles. and then—

teeth.

he grazes the tip of one sharp canine right against your clit — just enough to make you gasp, your whole body jolting. he doesn’t bite, not really. just brushes it. flirts with that edge between pain and pleasure.

“oh? that gotcha?” he grins, voice cocky, lips shiny, chin wet. “fuckin’ love that. could make ya jump just like that again. real easy.”

and then he does it again, a soft nip to your inner thigh — not enough to draw blood, just enough to make you squeal. he groans when he hears it. tongue flicking fast, fingers picking up pace, curling inside you while you writhe, barely able to form words.

“nah-uh,” he teases, voice low, almost a growl. “you don’t get to cum again til you ask nice. c’mon, sweetheart. lemme hear it. beg for it. tell me how fuckin’ good i make you feel.”

you’re panting, desperate, squirming under his mouth, right there, and he pulls his fingers out just enough to keep you aching for it — still playing with your clit, licking so slow it’s unbearable.

“nuh-uh,” he smirks, “not good enough. say it right. beg for my fuckin’ tongue. tell me how much you need me.”

and when you finally break — voice cracked, sobbing, pleading — “please, pete, please, it feels so good, i need it, i need you to make me cum again—”

that’s when he gives it to you.

hard.

fingers slam back into you, fast, deep, soaking wet, and his mouth devours your clit. he nips, sucks, tongues it like he wants to ruin you — and he does.

you cum so hard your vision whites out. you’re screaming, shaking, thighs clenching, body twitching like you’re short-circuiting. pete’s groaning into you like he’s getting off just from the way you taste.

“that’s fuckin’ right,” he growls, voice ragged, still mouthing your clit while you twitch. “good girl. good fuckin’ girl. look at this pretty pussy fallin’ apart for me…”

and you think he might stop now — but he’s still going. fingers still moving, tongue still teasing. and those teeth? right back where they started — gentle, dangerous, fucking addictive.

“think we’re done?” he mutters, lips hot against your slick, “we ain’t stoppin’ till i’ve got my fill.”

JERRY STOKES JR

when he finally gets the tip inside, he goes still, chest heaving. you’re so warm, so wet, and he can feel everything. his voice shakes when he speaks:

“you okay, angel? you—you good?”

you nod, maybe whisper something like yeah, jerry, please — and his whole body just shudders.

“fuck. okay. okay…” he breathes, barely getting the words out. “jesus christ, you feel s-so fuckin’ good…”

the pet names slip out without him even thinking. baby, babe, angel — like they’ve been sitting on his tongue for years, and now they’re finally pouring out with every breathless moan.

he starts moving, slow at first — hips rolling into you in soft, shallow thrusts, his fingers gripping your waist like it’s the only thing grounding him.

“oh my god,” he gasps. “oh my god, this is—this is insane…”

your pussy squeezes around him and his knees buckle. he leans forward, chest brushing your back, panting into your shoulder, whining into your skin.

“uugh—fuck, i’m not gonna last, you feel too good, i c-can’t—”

and then it hits him — that he’s really inside you, that you want this, that you want him. the way your back arches, the little moans you let out, the way your body responds to every stuttering thrust — it’s all too much.

he snaps.

hips start slamming into you, rougher now, messy, his rhythm totally undone. he’s rutting, desperate, whimpering with every thrust, his forehead buried against your spine.

“fuck, angel, fuck—please—lemme, lemme keep going, i c-can’t stop—”

he’s not even trying to be cool anymore. his voice is high, needy, wrecked, cracking every time you clench around him or moan his name.

“s-sound so pretty, baby, makin’ those little noises, lettin’ me—oh fuck, lettin’ me f-fuck you like this, jesus—”

you can feel how much he’s shaking — his whole body’s trembling, hands tight on your hips, breath hot against your shoulder, and his cock is throbbing inside you, every thrust sending shivers up his spine.

“d-don’t wanna cum yet,” he whines, “but you’re s-so tight, angelp, so wet, fuck, i c-can’t—I can’t—”

and when you moan his name again, tell him to keep going, maybe even beg a little?

he breaks.

cums with a loud, needy cry, hips jerking hard as he spills inside you, body spasming, nails digging into your skin just to anchor himself.

he stays buried in you after, panting, overwhelmed, whispering breathless, adoring things like:

“angel… i can’t believe you let me—i didn’t mean to—fuck, i’ll be better next time, i swear, just—jesus, you’re perfect.”

[brokenengene]

could you write about down bad loser hee that would do anything to get his was with you

*ೃ༄ first time user - l.hs

a/n: rahhh this was so much fun anon I hope you like my interpretation! (sorry it’s long!!)

summary: Your best friend’s brother is a total nerd—and he’s had a crush on you for years. She drags him along to a party one weekend, and it only takes you 30 seconds to show him exactly what he’s been missing.

pairing: best friend's brother!Heeseung x fem reader

genre: college au, smut, first time

word count: 2.5k

content warning: strong language, brief mention of alcohol, explicit smut, oral sex (f!receiving), virgin!Heeseung(implied) messy first time sex, mild humiliation, unprotected sex,(wrap it up!), creampie, begging, praise, awkward tension, overstimulation, and soft dom/sub dynamics

Content is only for readers 18+

You look into the mirror of your dorm room as you touch up your makeup under the yellow light. You blend out your contour and add extra highlighter to your collarbone right above the fabric of your dress.

“Damn you look good, I’m going to fight off crusty frat guys all night.” Your friend Jules says playfully.

You pass her your eyeliner as she leans over the sink right next to you. It’s become a habit at this point, the two of you decided it was time to live it up a little. And for the past few months, you’ve been wasted at a party every weekend living life to the fullest.

“I hope you have extra room in your car I’m bringing my brother along. He seriously needs to get out. His brain is gonna rot from looking at textbooks and video games all day.” Jules says casually.

You know her brother. Heeseung. Computer science major a year beneath you. He was basically the opposite of Jules. He was introverted, reserved, and always had his nose in a book or eyes glued to a PlayStation game.

Jules was the party girl, hell if she wasn’t your best friend you probably wouldn’t even be going out tonight. But it was good to have Jules around, she helped you break out of your shell.

The bass thumped beneath your feet as you finally arrived at the party. Jules and Heeseung are awkwardly followed behind you.

You’re immediately hit with the smell of alcohol the second you step through the door.

Tonight already smells like trouble.

You confidently find a cooler in the corner of the kitchen. You dig through the ice to find exactly what you’re looking for.

The party is already lively. People dancing, lights dim, couples making out on the couch and strangers hooking up upstairs. The usual for a night like this.

“Oh, my God is that the hot guy from Econ? I’ve got to talk to him!” Jules says as he digs through the cooler behind you looking for her own drink to take off whatever nerves she had left.

“Don’t get into too much trouble okay? Call me if you need anything! Mwah!” She says playfully and before you know it she’s disappearing into the crowd.

You look around, not really noticing any of the other people at the party besides one.

Heeseung.

He’s nervously leaning up against the outside wall, drink in hand, shoulders tight. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than here.

You smirk as you take another sip of your drink. It’s kind of cute the way he keeps pushing up his glasses. The way his shirt is buttoned all the way to the top as he nervously grips a red solo cup in his hand.

Figuring you have nothing else to lose you walk over towards him.

“Hey, Heeseung right?” You say confidently as you place your free hand on the wall right next to his head. Your other hand holding your drink, the alcohol definitely giving you a kick of confidence.

Heeseung's face turns red, bright red at the gesture. He nearly drops his drink as he looks at you.

He stumbles over his words as he looks you up and down. Your dress is tight, hugging your form and leaving little to the imagination.

He opens his mouth to speak but he stutters, completely caught off guard by the amount of cleavage he’s seeing right now.

“Y..yeah? That’s m-me—“ he replies, his eyes wide as he looks at you. His expression is shocked—like he can't believe a girl like you is hitting on a guy like him.

“You look good tonight…” You coo sweetly. Not out of a place of mockery, you do find him cute.

“I do? Th-thanks—“ he stutters out, quickly taking another sip of his alcohol like that would be his only saving grace.

His eyes are wide like a deer in headlights. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, his jaw drops like he can’t believe you’re here right in front of him.

“You good?” You ask playfully as you notice he’s practically shaking. Barely keeping his drink up straight, ready to spill at any moment.

“It’s just—parties aren’t my thing, girls aren’t my thing.” He says with an awkward chuckle.

“Just relax, it’s not like you have a crush on me or something—“ you say casually in an attempt to break the ice.

Heeseung's grip on his cup loosens and the alcohol falls onto the floor beneath you. Your eyes widen, brows sharp with concern.

Jules really wasn’t lying about him needing to touch some grass.

“Actually—that’s debatable” Heesung confesses, his face bright red as he reluctantly tears his eyes from the floor to look at you again.

“I've actually liked you for—longer than I’d want to admit. You’re just so out of my league, I never stood a chance…” he says weakly awkwardly shifting against the wall like he’s trying to hide his very obvious erection.

“Wanna head upstairs?” You cut him off, biting your lip as you smirk at him. Finding everything about the interaction cute.

“Upstairs? Like to have sex upstairs?” Heeseung says his voice shaking as he bluntly puts two and two together.

“I’d give anything, please just let me touch you one time. Fuck me just once and God...I’ll die a happy man,” he says frantically like he’s trying to convince you before you can change your mind.

You don’t even reply, you just leave the alcohol on a random side table and grab his wrist, dragging him behind you up the stairs and into an empty bedroom.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m gonna last thirty seconds—shit am I hallucinating?” Heeseung mumbles as he paces back and forth awkwardly in the middle of the dark empty room.

“I don’t know what I’m doing…” Heeseung gasps.

Your lips cut him off, tasing the essence of alcohol as you back him towards one of the bedroom walls. You capture his lips, sweet, soft innocent.

Heeseung is stunned, his arms awkwardly hovering at your sides, his eyes wide as you kiss him.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” You pull away just for a moment to seductively whisper.

His hands hesitate before they find your waist, gently holding you overtop the sequins of your dress. He gasps into each kiss like you're taking the air out of his lungs every second your lips are on his.

After a few moments, he leans into it, moaning shamelessly into your mouth, closing his eyes as he messily kisses you back.

“I’m gonna come…in my pants—if you keep kissing me” Heeseung gasps between kisses as your lips nip and suck on his.

You smirk against his lips, enjoying how his unraveling a little too much. You let your thigh press between his, feeling how hard he is just from looking at you.

He whimpers against your lips, his grip tightening at the sensation.

“Do you want me to stop?” You say breathlessly as you pull your swollen lips away from his.

“No, No, God No! Please don’t stop, you could spit on me and I would like it. You could do anything and I would tell you to keep going. Use me however you want don’t care—as long as it’s you.” Heeseung says breathlessly, his expression almost pained from how hard he is and you haven’t even properly touched him yet.

It’s turning you on more than you thought it would.

“You’re so pretty, and your boobs are driving me crazy in your dress like that—I didn’t mean to say that.” Heeseung stutters out, still red in the face.

You smile as you grab his hands, biting your lip. You gently guide him towards the bed, watching him mentally unravel in front of you.

You gently push his chest and he falls back onto the mattress on command. You straddle his hips, and your dress rides up your thighs as you do.

“This is usually the part when you get naked—“ you say bluntly, with a wicked smirk, watching him whimper and moan underneath you just from having you in his lap.

You know it’s cruel, but you slowly grind your hips against his own, he’s throbbing already, and you know he’s definitely not going to last.

You kiss underneath his jawline letting your hands slowly unbutton his shirt. Revealing one inch of porcelain skin at a time.

Heeseung is gasping beneath you, his head falls back as he grips the sheets trying to keep himself from falling apart too soon.

You let your lips drag down his neck, gently sucking on the sensitive skin to leave a faint mark. Heeseung groans at the sensation, his hips jerking beneath you as you slide his shirt off his shoulders.

“Tell me, what do you want?” You ask breathlessly as you pull away to look into his eyes, your hands gently taking the crooked glasses off his face and setting them on the bedside table.

“Teach me how to not screw this up, “ Heeseung gasps as you take the glasses off his face. Like the reality of everything is sinking in.

“Lie back…” you say softly as you reach down to pull your dress up and over your head. You straddle his hips as you take off your bra, letting your tits free of their restraints.

“Oh my God, oh my God—“ Heeseung exhales beneath you, his cock painfully twitching in his pants at the sight.

You slide your panties off swiftly before Heeseung can even open his mouth to speak.

Heeseung is frozen beneath you as you swing one of your legs over his chest, letting your already-wet pussy straddle his face.

Heeseung catches his breath like he’s about to pass out. His hands reluctantly go to your thighs as you hover over his face, your hands gripping the headboard of the bed.

“Holy shit what do I even do?” He asks his voice cracking with anticipation and nerves.

“Just use your tongue, start slow—“ you say and without warning he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his face.

He attacks you with his tongue, too hard than too soft, his movements unsure and miscalculated. You gasp at the feeling of his wet tongue on your aching pussy.

“Slower, fuck yes just like that.” You gasp as he slows down, still eager, he gently licks unsure stripes up your folds.

You pull one hand away from the headboard, reaching down to gently push his dark hair out of his eyes. Guiding him with a soft voice.

He continues to explore your folds, your hips shudder against his mouth, and he lets a deep moan slip.

He repeats the motion, his tongue sliding through your folds to flick your clit again. Your thighs clench around him, wetness dripping onto his lips and chin.

“Fuck you’re so wet, like insanely wet—“ He mumbles into your pussy.

“Right there, fuck yes—“ you interrupt as he lazily drags his tongue across your clit again.

He grips your thighs tighter as he gets the hang of eating you out. He’s a moaning mess beneath you. His hips jerk like he’s getting off just from having your taste in his mouth.

He continues not even registering that his nose is hitting you in all the right places as he fucks you with his tongue. Nails digging into your skin as he holds you down on his face.

He’s trembling, eyes rolling back like he’s the one getting head. He’s desperate, dark eyes glancing at you for guidance.

“You’re a fast learner.” You say truthfully with another soft moan, gripping the headboard tighter as you ride his face, enjoying it a lot more than you expected to.

“You’re good at this, so fucking good.” You gasp with a moan that even surprises you. Heeseung whines beneath you, shaking like he’s on the verge of his own release.

“Get ready, I’m coming in your mouth, shit—“ you gasp as he pushes you through your orgasm.

Your thighs clench, and you grip his hair as you use his nose to ride out your release. Your wetness coats his lips and tongue as he shamelessly licks up every drop between your thighs.

You swiftly swing your leg back over him. The cool air hits his face making him shudder. He’s breathless and red, face glistening with your cum.

“I had no idea, that’s what pussy tasted like—“ he says breathless, shocked as he licks his lips to taste more of you.

“And I can’t feel my jaw,” Heeseung states with a weak laugh.

You smile with disbelief, quickly moving back down the bed to unbutton his pants. You push them down along with his underwear already soaked with his pre-release. It’s a miracle he hasn’t come yet from the way he was responding.

“Please don’t laugh…” Heeseung pleaded as he threw his head back with a whimper. His cock was achingly hard and twitching out in the open.

“I’m not. You're cute, I’m enjoying this too.” You say truthfully.

You lean back on top of his body. Slick skin on skin as you kiss him again, letting him moan into your lips as he sinks back into the mattress.

Your hand slips between your bodies, wrapping around his girth as you stroke him once.

“Oh my god, oh my god–“ he whines as his hips jerk up into your hand, his tip swollen and leaking onto your fingertips.

You straddle him again, letting your soaked entrance tremble as you guide him to it.

You notch his aching tip into your slick heat before sinking down a few millimeters.

“Wait, wait, wait,—fuck you feel—I’m gonna”

“Breathe, breathe, Heeseung…” you say softly against his lips as you gently stroke the side of his sweaty red face. Smiling down at him with affection.

You give him a moment to pull himself together before you sink down a few more inches. He throws his head back against the pillows with a pained expression.

Tears start to fall from the corner of his dark eyes.

Heeseung sobs as he comes inside you, not even all the way in. He gasps like he’s in pain as he spills ropes of hot cum into your pussy.

You help him ride it out, sinking all the way down and rocking your hips back and forward as cum starts to slip out.

He grips the sheets as he shudders inside you. Tears streaming down his face. Beads of sweat on his chest.

“I’m sorry…” he whimpers through the tears.

God that was hot. And he looks completely wrecked.

“You rake your hands through his damp hair as you feel him going soft inside you. You gently kiss some of the tears from his cheeks as he nearly hyperventilates beneath you.

“I think I love you,” Heeseung says awkwardly in the heat of the moment.

You chuckle softly, your lips finding his again with another soft kiss. You pull away, whispering against his lips.

“You were perfect. You have no idea…”

“So is that like a one-time thing or do I get a chance to redeem myself?” Heeseung asks with a weak self-deprecating chuckle against your lips.

You smile back, gently brushing your fingertips through his dark hair.

“You better study,” you whisper, lips brushing his, “because next time—I’m letting you fuck me.”

© brokenengene

[running-with-kn1ves]

Sleepy Afternoons

A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff

WC:2000

Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.

A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.

Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take. 

That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.

Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home. 

Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.

“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”

He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you. 

“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.

“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.

 “I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…” 

Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back. 

‘When will this be over,’ you wondered. 

Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free. 

Man, now the pain was really talking through you.

“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”

“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.

“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”

Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?

“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”

He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.

“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”

Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation. 

“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?” 

“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth. 

“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--” 

You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you. 

His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you. 

“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort. 

You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired. 

The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin. 

“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--” 

“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”

“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer. 

You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him. 

Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”

“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.” 

“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”

The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster. 

“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”

You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.

“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over. 

You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you. 

“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked. 

Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard. 

“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.” 

You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone. 

“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.” 

You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto. 

“I’ll be here all week, then.”

It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness. 

“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”

[bumpen-underbeds]

So I am Australian and we have spiders that we call daddy-long legs, they are pretty small and eat other spiders and are just kinda helpful in keeping your house free of other types of bugs and stuff.

Now I was thinking about a daddy-long legs drider, but knowing what I do about this spider type, he'd be a crusty ass man baby. I mean come on this type of spice entice mates by tugging on bits of the female spider's web!

This is with a feminine presenting person in mind.

He put out the ad thinking he'd find some fellow gamer or nerd shut-in to share his space with, and the messages he had exchanged with the applicant were good, they seemed like they would be a good fit, not some normy or chad asshole that would mess up his carefully built lifestyle.

And then move in day came around and there you are...

You are nothing like what he thought, sure your wearing a piece of merch from one of the games you had messaged back and forth about but you're so girly. He watched you as you set your room up, the lights, the figurines, the print outs from some game he thinks might be a gatcha or otome game from how the men look, and his thin lips curl as he sees the fluffy comforter that you lay on your bed.

This wasn't what he had expected, sure you had sent all those details but he didn't read them, he was going off vibes from the messages and you seemed so chill and cool like him not... Not this!

Only as much as he was a grumpy sour puss at the start or well for the first few months really, soon it was clear that you were at least somewhat useful to him, you could cook and offered him food when he would occasionally come out of his room even if he'd turn you down as he only ate meat, and you did clean up the living room a bit better than he ever could.

But that didn't mean he was over the betrayal of you not being up front with how overly feminine your style was!

And maybe he'd get payback or closure from that betrayal by stealing some of your underwear from time to time, and perhaps he had grown a little sweet on you in the time he'd had to stuffer your presence in the apartment, but how were you meant to understand his poking and tugging on hair, clothes, hoodie strings or anything loose he could of yours was an attempt at courtship.

You were just so obvious to his clear attempts at courting you, but God did you have to be so hot when you snap at him for tugging on your hair for the thousandth time that day.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: Grasping for Answers

Throughout their early adventures the party come into conflict with the agents of the mysterious mage known only as "The Ravelling Hand", a villain of uncertain identity who seems to have lots of schemes and no qualms using violence, trickery, and unexpected magic to get what they want.

Adventure Hooks:

The party first become entangled with the hand's minions when they're asked by an innocuous travelling merchant to deliver a small wrapped parcel to the wizard living one town over. The wizard isn't open to receiving guests, and after sneaking or charming their way in, the party will find out why: her apprentice has been kidnapped, the parcel contains both of the boy's index fingers as well as a note explaining that she can have the rest of him back in exchange for several dangerous texts in her collection, delivered by the party to the same intermediary who hired them. A brawl is likely to ensue as the wizard suspects the party is in on the blackmail, but if they can talk her down maybe they can figure out a way to work together to get the boy back before any more harm comes to him.

Most thieves know better than to try and rob a magic item shop, but most thieves aren't armed with dispel magic infused salt grenades to neutralize the shop's ubiquitous defences. A rash of these attacks across the duchy has shopkeepers worried, and one hires the party to stake out their store for the night when they suspect someone is casing it. Do the party trail the robbers back to their hideout, or interrupt them mid heist only for combat to delay them long enough for those indiscriminate defences to start turning back on?

Spoiler Alert: The mage is in fact an arcanely gifted lesser kraken by the name of Dlexx who seeks to avail itself of all the magical knowledge amassed on land. Sure the deep has its own mysteries but there's a thriving trade in spellscrolls and arcane tomes that don't make it below the waves. Using an old lighthouse as a disguise for its massive form while on land, it uses telepathy and sendings to direct its minions without ever revealing its true nature. Imagine the party's surprise when they roll up to the villain's lair expecting to bully some crusty nerd with a ratty beard and instead the lair sprouts tentacles that drag them into the crashing surf.

Challenges & Consequences

Finding Dlexx is an adventure in and of itself. When questioned, most of the mage's minions admit to never having met their employer, and those high ranking enough to have been summoned to a place called "saltbite tower" in dreams only to later have their memories muddled. Careful interrogation and study of local maps will have the party realize that the tower is infact an abandoned lighthouse, which will narrow their search as they comb the costline for their enemy's lair.

Actually defeating the Ravelling Hand might prove too much for early level adventurers, as in addition to being a powerful mage the kraken is literally in its element, able to breathe and move while the heroes flounder. Dlexx will toy with them, throwing unconscious foes out of the water the way a fisherman throws back a catch that is too small. When the battle is over and it's proved it's point the kraken will collapse the tower and leave into the wide ocean, telepathically taunting them with their inability to follow.

Though the Ravelling Hand will not resurface for some time, the destruction of the tower and Dlexx's retreat into the deep is partially a bluff. The kraken chose that particular lighthouse because it was a short distance away from the coral reef into which it scribed its arcane learning the way a wizard records spells in a book, coiling arms etching formulae into hundreds of yards of living stone. Dlexx must periodically return to the reef to add spells to it, and sightings by locals (or the occasional fish manifesting with magical talent) might clue the party into the reef's existence.

A pair of merfolk siblings named Crashing-Tide and Arcing-Mirror serve the Ravelling Hand as apprentices and scribes, having promised seven years of utmost loyalty in exchange for the chance to bring the arcane knowledge of the surface back to their community. They tend to the reef, and allow the Kraken to borrow their eyes from afar so that it might study the spells scribed there. Several years into their pledge, Crash (the sister) has come to idolize Dlexx and the power it wields above and below the waves, wishing that the whole of their shoal to come into its service. Mirror (the brother) is skeptical, well aware of the kraken's manipulations and distantly suspicious of the conflict that it invokes. Perhaps if the party can intercede with these two they can learn more about their enemy's plans, though doing so will take some careful diplomacy.

Artist

[shimmerytimbers]

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