#Accidental self insert

[theglamorousferal]

I've never been one for self-insert/reader fics at all, something about them makes me feel squicky, but last night I had a dream that lasted the span of roughly 16 years of a life where I was somehow in my MCU AU and ended up friends with and eventually dating one of the characters. It was very bizarre, and I have an issue where if I can imagine something, I imagine it down to the smell, weight, temperature, texture whatever of the even or object. So it's very easy for my brain to fabricate dreams. In it I was an engineer who had designed a prosthesis that sent signals of touch to the brain for trans folx who would prefer having different genitalia. Mostly because I myself frequently feel that I am missing a part of me.

[themeeplord]

The ferrofluid boys are back for some cuddles~

Rendering these kind of spikes again was so nice! I have not drawn this design enough,, they're so fun :'p

Have you missed the goopy boys @naffeclipse?

[chimkin-samich]

An Au we’re calling “Accidental Gods”

The gist is essentially the boys are AIs on a ship thats going off to a new planet to establish a colony since Earth is dying, before that Tari befriends them during the whole preparation process essentially gaining their attention and infatuation

When the ship arrives to the new planet, it’s not as suitable as they thought it would be, they can either let the humans down and allow them to shape the planet how they wish or they can wait until the planet is suitable for them

They didn’t want to risk Tari’s life more than needed, they decided to wait it, during the first 1000ish years or so the boys gain full sentience during the process, with their new sentience they are able to think up for efficient plans to keep the ship active and to help shape the planet

The process takes a few millions years, the boys switching humans from Cryosleep and giving them a longevity serum due to some of the pods failing, during that process intelligent life forms (which is were the glam rocks come in) and when the they feels the time is right they let the ship land and for the humans and the planet life interact

Theres a lot of shenanigans during the millions of years the boys had on their own and safe to say they come off as very morbid and dark while not actually realizing it, not being able to die and boredom creates uh… strange ways of entertainment, they do learn to tone it down but sometimes they might say something that just leaves you standing there like “are you guys ok” lol

[mblue-art]

it's for a tiktok, they said... it'll be funny, they said...

[ pls do not repost . reblogs are ok ]

images under the cut !

[victarin]

fuck it …. trying my hand at making a sb self insert once again….

[hairscare]

I love how lazari is just... some girl like she's me I lobe her

honestly lazari is one of the easiest for me to work with considering shes 6 months younger than me so i honestly put a lot of myself into her. life isnt easy for chronically ill disillusioned youth in a mundane cruel world but we stay lame and tired

[jinkiesmariz]

Made a little sona for Our Life: now and forever !!!! And since we only got a bit of step 1 and a preview of step 2 for the demo I’ve gotta admit I’m absolutely destroyed this game is comin out next year LOL!!! Immediately whipped and in love with all the characters and now I’m stuck in dev hell so !! I drew this and will probably draw more moments of what I think might happen or just moments outside of the set script in the game

(Don’t mind rhe homosexual shit going on in the corner idk what happened, must’ve been a ghost)

Unfortunately I’ll be hit with the emo Ray but there’s not much you can do, I accidentally based it off of stuff I’d wear in middle school before remembering step 2 is set in the beginning of highschool (fml I only realized now while making the post like “wait a fucking minute” and I’ll reap what I’ve sewn ig) and I just wore pjs and sports clothes, like whatever was comfortable so the emo clothes stay for the ref… they’ll change later. (I was also mainly thinking about how skinny jeans were “in” in middle school even if I hate them now, I wouldn’t even dare to wear them in highschool man inaccurate as hell 💔)

Also these are like the initial doodles of the little avatar I made (I actually had a cherry red jacket irl but my ma donated it long ago so I was a bit happy to see it as a clothing option :3) but I think this little moment in the demo where qiu was explaining why I should join the club and I got like stunlocked by that piece of dialogue, esp with tamarack joining in I was like “if I was 10 I would’ve been COOKED” LMFAO.

But I thought it was silly cuz the dialogue option when I first met him I thought it would’ve been cute and on brand to be like “woah You’re so pretty” and then want to explode when the words leave my mouth. Erm Anywyas I’m really tired I’d say a lot more about my thoughts and already blooming love for the game but I’m tired so hopefully I can blabber more with more art next time yippieee

[headcaasefiction]

Title: Lucidity

Morpheus(Dream)/AFAB!Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Summary: Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all he could do was yearn.

Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Light BDSM, Light Bondage, Mild DubCon, Dom/sub, Jealousy.

Lucidity:

1: clearness of thought or style

2: a presumed capacity to perceive the truth directly and instantaneously

Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all be could do was yearn.

Caving in to his own desires and curiosity, with just a turn of his cape and the hypnotic swirling of sand, he was there just outside the foggy grey edges of your subconscious space. He heard you before he saw you - a gasp, and then a low whimper as if you were crying.

His brows furrowed, confused, it sounded as though you were in a nightmare at first, but that felt completely wrong. The air here was warm, pleasant, not suffocating in the slightest and seemed to hold an intoxicating and sweet aroma that left room for wanting more. Morpheus felt dizzy with excitement for a moment, the atmosphere seducing his senses as the dreamscape came into view more clearly.

"Please, please more...," You moan softly.

Morpheus' eyes widen as the dream comes fully into view, his lips coming apart in shock. There you are, on your knees, face down on a bed, hands bound behind your back, bare ass and glistening pussy on full display.

"Please I want more!" You cry out, wiggling your hips for attention.

Dream is mesmerized, dumbfounded at the sight before him. He had caught a few glimpses of your sex dreams in the past, heard murmers and yearnings, but he always tucked them back into place. Was content to ignore the persistent tug in his heart that longed to be there with you. He wanted to keep your trust, protect your privacy. Until now. The allure was too powerful this time.

For the next moment he thought about making himself known, of offering himself to you, to fulfill your desires, to help you reach whatever release you begged him for. Lust shot through his body, heat washing over him with the promise of pleasure as he gazed at your needy and vulnerable form. He had always wanted to take you in a dream, ravish you with orgasms until you awoke in the waking world where he would be waiting to claim you yet again.

Just before he could call out your name, it was too late. Another answered.

"You're gonna have to beg better than that, little girl," a low masculine voice said, before chuckling in response to your frustrated groan, a playful gleam in his eye, "What was it you wanted again?"

The man is tall, with short blonde hair and vibrant green eyes, broad and muscled, a few tattoos spread over his body, his straight white teeth just a little sharp, a little devious.

-SMACK- a loud piercing slap sounds through the dreamscape, and with that a pained but pleasured moan tore from your throat, causing the air to waver and sparkle.

It takes Morpheus aback, your position; the seemingly violent nature was nothing new to him, your relationship and sexual escapades are intense, demanding and even sometimes dark, but above all what shocked him the most was that this was not a randomly occurring dream. The tell-tale signs were prevalent, you were dreaming of a memory.

"Fuck me, please fuck me! I'll do anything, please anything..."

"Anything, huh? " The blond man smiles, as he runs his fingertips from your shoulders all the way down to the base of your spine. Your legs are open impossibly wide, juices leaking down your thighs from your neglected cunt. Your cheeks down to the tops of your breasts are tinged pink, tears spotting the corners of your eyes.

"Well I like the sound of that."

Morpheus feels dizzy and weighted, almost like the dreaming itself is trying to shove him out. There's a ringing in his ears and a sharp pain where his shell of a heart should be, something possibly screaming: "Don't look, don't look!"

Another sharp spank rings out, and another, and another before you're sobbing, begging as you're ravished. There's a flash of sickness that Morpheus feels before a familiar and sudden white hot anger. In front of him is another man inside of you, his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and the look of pure bliss on your face says you'd like to drown in it as your pleasure is announced all at once in your dreamscape and the waking world.

Betrayal hits Morpheus in the gut, stings deep in his chest. You could dream about anything you wanted in the world, anything you wished for, anything with your talent for lucid dreaming, and you choose to relive a night with a former lover.

No longer being able to endure the sounds of pleasure you make, or the sight of you giving yourself to another, his anger snaps.

"This dream is over."

With swift hands to his bag of sand, he casts it in between the three of you, dissipating your dreamscape and immediately waking you up.

You shoot straight up in your bed, gasping at the sudden panic of being ripped out of your dream.Sweat pools at your brow and the tops of your breasts, your thighs sticky with your arousal and fading orgasm.

You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, panting a little and blinking the remaining sleep from your eyes as you try to catch your bearings.

"Fuck...," You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut and raking your fingers through your tangled hair, "He's going to be so fucking pissed about this."

You didn't see him, but you knew he had been there. And what the hell was up with that dream anyway? Normally you had so much control in your dreams, able to conjure and manipulate the scape to your liking, how did you get so caught off guard? It had been years since you had even thought about your ex-boyfriend, Dean, let alone have a sex dream about him. Dean had been your very first Dom, the man that got you into the lifestyle in the first place.

The image of him spanking you, fucking you, thrusting into your mouth is burned into your brain. Just random flashes of memories, scenes you played out, fantasies you shared, the firsts of many. Morpheus had seen it all, of course on all the nights he decides to come snooping through your dreams. You knew he was going to show up, and he was going to be hurt and furious.

As if on cue, you look up and are greeted with two silver stars staring at you from the corner of the room. He's in the rocking chair you typically use to dump your clothes on. His legs are crossed, hands together touching his lips - like a prayer.

You stop breathing for a moment, your tongue catching in your throat, silence hanging uncomfortably thick in the air as he peers at you through the darkness. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears and the thumping of your heart attempting to beat it's way through your ribcage.

You swallow hard, your lips parting, "Morpheus, I-I..."

As you spoke, he rises from his seat, still not saying a word he begins to stalk towards you. You impulsively scramble back against your pillows and headboard, a spike of fear shooting up your spine. This only makes him advance quicker, and as he reaches the foot of the bed he grasps the end of your blankets, yanking them off onto the floor, revealing your mostly naked form.

You gasp, automatically trying to hide your breasts with your hands while squeezing your thighs together to conceal your soaked panties, evidence of your body's betrayal.

"Now suddenly your demeanor is bashful and modest?" He accuses, voice dark and low, one of his hands grasping your ankle and pulling it far to the side so he can kneel on the bed, forcing his knee between your legs, his other hand pinning your arms above your head, "You were so open, and wanting not but a moment ago."

Your cheeks burn with shame, your breath coming out in short, sharp bursts as his knee judges your throbbing clit. He squeezes your wrists tighter, forcing a whimper out of you as you squirm helplessly against him.

"Now tell me little one," he growls, jealousy dripping from his baritone voice, "Who were you dreaming about?"

You bite your lip, gently flexing your fingers as you press your body desperately into his, craving contact, craving his warmth. You search his starry eyes for any sort of playfulness and find none, just raging supernovas burning holes down at you through the dark.

"It was...I was...," You swallow thickly, trying your hardest to get the words out, "I was dreaming about my ex-boyfriend, Dean."

The confession makes you go slack, all will and obedience surrendered to Morpheus, his to completely control.

A low growl tears it's way out from deep in his chest, his grip tightens once more, making you wince.

"Not just any ex-boyfriend," he says, every word filled with resentment and venom, "An ex-lover, your ex-dominant."

You cry out as he squeezes your wrists so horribly tight when he says that last word you are frightened for a moment that he might break something.

"Please, you're hurting me..."

His grip relaxes a bit, yet he still keeps your hands together in a firm lock, eyes not once straying from yours. His brow is furrowed, angry; pain emanating from his now darkened pupils. All dark, no stars. His face so close you can feel his wild raven hair tickle your face.

"Am I not good enough for you, little one? Do I neglect you so horribly that you would rather serve another?"

Your eyes widen, horrified. He really believes you no longer want him, it makes your heart burst. You wish to kiss him, to soothe his pained expression, but he moves his jaw away at your attempt to tilt your head up to capture his lips. The move hurts, he has never denied you in any such way before, your eyes prick with tears at the rejection.

"Please...I want only you, belong to only you," You whisper, arching your body to press into any part of him you could, desperate for contact.

He hovers above you, lips brushing over your cheeks, your forehead, the shell of your ear, his free hand caressing your stomach as his knee pushes further up against your sex. You make a small noise and bite your lip, pleasure flooding your groin as you grind down into him, red blooming across your face in embarrassment as you realize your panties will be soaked through, dampening the denim of his pants.

He lets out a slight huff, gently sucking his teeth for a moment as his gaze wanders your body, fingers now trailing up your stomach to tease your breasts and pinch at one your nipples.

"Did you feel your body orgasm as you were dreaming of another man's cock in your cunt? Did you feel it, Y/N?"

You're trembling now, fingers twitching, slightly numb, eyes blown wide with lust, remorse and guilt. Your body feels impossibly empty, your post-orgasm high long gone and replaced with a burning desire to be held and filled, a knawing hunger to please.

"Yes, yes, S-sir..." You whimper, flexing your pelvis once more, savoring the shame of your arousal and the drag of his knee against your clit.

The feeling doesn't last long though, as he suddenly pulls you up to him face twisted in anger, hands firmly grasped in front of you, pressed rough against his chest as his other hand tugs at your hair, exposing your neck.

"Is that what you called him when he pleasured you? When he touched what's mine?"

You bite your lip, your face flushed with tears, stammering, " I - I'm sorry Dream, it's just an old habit, it won't happen again, I -..."

Before you can finish what you are about to say he suddenly and unceremoniously flips you onto your stomach, face down across his lap.

"I think it's time to remind you who you belong to," he snarls, while landing two impossibly hard smacks on your ass. A moan escaping your lips, ecstasy ringing in your ears.

"I am no mere mortal Sir," he hisses, one hand holding you down near the base of your spine the other threaded through your hair close to your scalp, "I am Dream of the Endless, more powerful than a god, I am a King, and I will be addressed as such."

"Yes, Your Majesty," You whimper, pressing your face to the side of his thigh, "Please forgive me."

You gasp at the tight tug across your scalp as he pulls your head back, stinging as his nails dig in slightly. You mewl at the sensation, a pathetic sound he rewards with another smack on your ass.

"I do not like sharing, Y/N," he hums, dark and hypnotic drawl erupting goosebumps across your skin, a fresh patch of slick seeping through your panties, "I do not like when others touch what is rightfully mine."

You cry out as he roughly manhandles you, grabbing your hips and forcing you into the same position you were in in your dream. Back sharply arched, hands behind your back, ass and pussy exposed and at his mercy.

You bury your face in the covers, trying to hide the burning shame that licks so sweetly at your insides as you feel his hands caress up your thighs and over the curve of your ass before resting on your hip, fingertips toying with the edge of your panties. They're ruined, you can tell, your gushing wetness making them cling to your sensitive lips and clit, making you throb with a need for friction.

You whine, wiggling your hips slightly as he continuously dips and caresses your panty line.

"Insaitable, needy little thing," he murmurs, finally hooking his fingers through your waist band and peeling them down to your ankles.

Excitement floods your system as you're exposed to the night air, every movement and sensation promising sweet relief, a reward from your Lord for your unwavering submission.

"My, my, darling what a mess you've made," he says, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slides his fingers through your drenched folds.

You let out a labored sigh you haven't realized you've been holding, warmth spilling into your stomach like hot milk and honey as he begins to work you thoroughly. The silken pad of his fingertips gliding up and over your glossy lips, back around the hood of your clit, and up and down again and again faster each time, little droplets of slick dripping onto your sheets.

You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, pins and needles whisper along your skin, his movements fast and gentle like humming bird wings, two other fingers teasingly prod at the needy entrance to your sex. You can feel a warm knot tighten deep inside you, tension ready to snap.

"P- please, my Lord, I'm so close, so AH!-" You cry out, his hand spanking you once, twice, three times more, pleasure and stinging pain threatening to send you over the edge.

"Naughty little dreamers who break their Master's heart don't deserve to cum, do they little one?"

His words shoot ice into your heart, your eyes welling with tears. He has punished you before, but not like this, this time it felt like he actually wanted to hurt your feelings. You didn't mean to break his heart, it was an accident, a subconscious fluke.

You sob in frustration, squirming and kicking your feet out a little as he continues with his spanking punishment. He goes back and forth between each cheek, the round curve of your ass blooming into an angry red, the loud sharp crack of his hand against your skin drowning out your whimpers, until you cry out,

"Please, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

He slows his motions at your plea, striking you only a few times more before he seems satisfied with his handy work, soothing the palm of his hand over your burning flesh. Your blood sings with the knowledge that there will be bruises for weeks to come, that every time you sit down you will be reminded that you belong to him.

Gently, he flips you over onto your back and straddles your waist, conjuring a piece of black rope from thin air. He snatches your wrists once more and binds them together above your head, expertly threading them through the top bars of your headboard. You give it an experimental tug, knowing full well there is absolutely no way you can escape it.

He towers over you, hair dark and wild as the night, pale skin glowing in the moonlight that shines through your bedroom window, stormy eyes ever changing - cold steel, black hole, supernova heat. Dark and dangerous and possessive, he regards you as if you were a million miles away.

"Perhaps I should keep you bound here, and disappear for the rest of the night, hm? Leave you wanting."

He reaches under your thighs, spreading your legs wide apart, completely opening yourself to him. He looks hungrily at your leaking cunt, swiping his thumb over your clit and down to your dewy-slick hole that flutters desperately around nothing. It's then that you finally feel his cock, hard and heavy, straining inside of his jet black jeans as he grinds you down into his lap.

"No, please," you whine, eyes half-lidded, your dopamine drunk mind screaming for more.

Lick me, fill me, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.

"Please don't leave me here all alone," You plead as you gently rut against his lap, "Please forgive me, my Lord, it was only a dream!"

"Only a dream?" his eyes darken again, venom trickling back out of his lips while he roughly pinches your clit, "It was the dream of a memory, not some figment of your imagination. You are the most powerful lucid dreamer I've ever come across, and this is what you do with your gift?"

"Please, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident!"

You whine once more as he flicks and squeezes your clit, your orgasm threatening to roar back to life yet again, his lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering, "Do you think of him still when it is I who gives you the pleasure you crave?"

"No, never!" You sob, several of his fingers sliding into your drenched pussy, twisting easily through the silky glide of your wetness to add a much wanted third. It makes you see stars, though you aren't quite sure if they are coming from his eyes or your dizzying arousal, "I only think of you, Your Majesty, only you!"

His breath is coming out hard and fast now, his chest heaving as he grips both of your thighs hard enough to bruise, his gaze boring down into you.

"Then you must make it up to me," he murmurs, pressing your legs further back, folding you in half so your feet dangle over his broad shoulders.

With a slight wave of his hand, his clothes are conjured away, leaving him completely naked. His smooth, cool skin igniting shivers through out your body. His long, thick cock resting heavily against your clit and abdomen, causing you to squirm with need.

"Yes, my Lord, anything for you," you whimper breathlessly, the head of his cock and shaft dragging through your wet, aching need, "Anything you ask."

He leans closer to your face as he lines the blunt tip of his cock up to your entrance. Finally capturing your lips, ravishing your mouth and tongue with his own as he nips and bites and claims.

"I want you to beg for my forgiveness."

At those words he slams into you, bottoming out instantly, your scream of ecstasy muffled by his hand covering your mouth. You throb around him, his thick cock stretching you so wide you can feel it at the very bottom of your clit. You tuck your face into the crook of your arm as you mindlessly tug at your restraints. He sets a brutal pace, filling your room with the humiliating sounds of your soaked pussy and his skin colliding with yours.

"Fuck, fuck...," You moan, loving the drag of his thick girth simultaneously hitting your clit and, the deep spot inside you that makes alarm bells go off in your head.

His pace never falters, and even though he has had you time and time again; owned you, fucked you, used you in so many different ways, you have never felt so full and claimed in your entire life.

He takes a hold of your throat as he pounds into you mercilessly, your breasts bouncing with every stroke, useless short noises hitching their way out of your mouth as he uses you.

"You belong to me," he growls, accentuating each word with a bite, peppering the unguarded column of your neck with dark, angry marks, "Mine."

"Yes, my Lord! I'm yours, all yours, pleasepleaseplease forgive me!"

His grip tightens around your neck, your earlobe between his teeth as he slows his thrusts to a torturous pace, making you want to scream.

"Do you deserve it, little one, after you've broken my heart in two?" He whispers, one hand dropping between your legs to toy with your clit, forcing you to clench around his cock.

"I- I don't deserve your forgiveness, Your Majesty!" You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you look him in the eye, so open and ready and willing, "I'll show you my devotion, just please forgive me...fuck me, use me, keep me as a pet, I'll do anything to earn back your trust!"

He pulls your head forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his previous pace returning full force as he fucks into you, drinking in every little sound you make. The familiar heat of your orgasm begins to lick up your spine, your clit and cunt throbbing with every thrust. You moan as he ruts into you, sloppy wet, and keen agonizing need threatening to burst at the seams.

"M-morpheus please, I'm going to cum, I can't stop it," you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut tight, your hands gripping your bounds for dear life, trying and failing to suppress the incoming wave of heat, "Please let me cum, please!"

His starry eyes sparkle as you beg for him, he's slackjawed with want, shiny lips parted as he grunts out his need, fucking into your more than willing body. He smirks, relishing your fucked-out state, so wanton for him, so earnest to please.

"Yes, little one, come undone for me."

"Morpheus!"

You cry out into his mouth as the tension in your stomach snaps, white hot heat surging through your bones as your eyes roll in the back of your head. Your pussy throbbing and pulsating, coating his cock with a gush of warm slick.

He lets out an appreciative gasp, groaning with deep arousal as he fucks you through your orgasm, obscene wet noises ring out as the only sounds in the air while he chases his own end.

"Good girl," he praises, panting, his thrusts beginning to falter as he pounds into your slick heat, hips stuttering as you cry out into the night.

"Cum inside me... please!"

With a gasp, he squeezes his eyes shut, pumping several more thrusts into you before cumming deep inside you, whispering your name as your pussy milks out every last drop, mixing your essences together.

"I forgive you, Y/N."

There is a moment of quiet as you both breathe together, your hearts chest to chest, matching each other's racing beat. He gives you a slow kiss on your forehead, tenderly pushing away the tendrils of hair that have fallen in your face. Slowly and carefully, he removes your aching legs from his shoulders before quickly getting to work on untying you.

You sigh in relief as your arms are freed, your shoulders were beginning to ache and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly, caressing the blooming purple marks along your neck and collar bone, his other hand's thumb rubbing gentle circles into one of your wrists that is beginning to show signs of bruising. The anger is gone, his usual tenderness returned.

"Yes," you smile, clinging to him, still feeling a little dizzy and lightheaded from your thunderous orgasm, your lips brush his knuckles, kissing them, "Are you okay? I'm really sorry you had to see that, I promise I wasn't doing it on purpose."

He frowns, holding you closer in his arms, "I know, I should've known better, seen the signs more clearly. I let my jealousy get the best of me, I'm sorry..."

You gently kiss him again, "I forgive you too."

He turns to you, starry eyes blue and calm like the early morning ocean - supernova heat long gone. He gives you a brief smile and tenderly strokes the side of your face.

"Let me make it up to you."

You smile back once more, giggling in post-coital giddiness, "And how are you going to do that?"

He rises out of bed, his clothing suddenly conjured back onto his form. For as many times as you've seen him do it it never fails to take you by surprise.

"Should I get dressed?" You ask, stretching your aching limbs, "Where are we going?"

There's a twinkle in his eye and a rare smirk on his lips as he kneels by the side of the bed and gathers you up into his arms, "No need, where we're going you won't need clothes."

A moment later and the two of you are encased in swirling sand. You cling to him in shock as you feel a pull and sudden whiplash into another space. It's over rather quickly as you realize he's teleported you to his palace in The Dreaming. You are wrapped in the safety of his cloak, but are horrified by just how vulnerable you feel being naked in his throne room.

"Morpheus, I don't have any clothes on, what if someone sees!" You whine, burying your face in the side of his neck.

He chuckles, amused at your worry, as he begins to walk through the halls, "No one will see you dear one, I won't allow it. You'll be perfectly safe in my chambers. I intend to make good on my promise and lavish you with all of the attention you deserve."

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that," you purr, nuzzling and nipping at his jaw, "I think I still have some making up to do myself, Your Majesty."

"I believe that you do," he whispers, sending chills down your spine, "So, you would like to be my pet, would you?"

You blush, face crimson, the tips of your ears burning hot. You hide your face in the crook of his neck once more, shame and arousal mixing and bubbling up to the surface again.

"Yes...yes I would like to try that out, if you want..." You whisper back, breathless, heart thrumming in your ears and throat and pussy.

"Hmmm," he hums, seemingly delighted, as he pushes open the door to his personal living quarters, and lays you down on his bed, "I like the sound of that."

[ohnococo]

Right On Time | Takuma Ino x F!Reader

Ino chuckles, blushing a little as he looks over at you, “Aww, you still wet?” You nod, slightly less willing to just let the heat in your core wither away to nothing. He had been spoiling you for far too long for that.

You get stuck in traffic with your boyfriend, Ino, on the way to his mentor's birthday dinner. It's not the right time or place, but you just can't keep your hands to yourselves.

Warnings: Fingering, Semi-public

“Is the card in here?” You push the colourful tissue paper aside in the gift bag between your legs, finding the envelope just as Ino responds.

“Yeah, it’s in there.”

“Nice one,” you put the gift bag on the car floor between your feet then buckle your seatbelt as Ino starts the engine, “ready to go then!”

You could see how excited your boyfriend was, having spent a long time carefully selecting a birthday gift for his beloved mentor. It meant even more that he’d be able to celebrate with him on the day itself as well. Usually Nanami chose to spend his birthday on his own, phone off and unable to be bothered by the world you all had to work in. This time, he’d actually agreed to let everyone treat him to a birthday meal, and Ino was grateful he’d give everyone some of his time on his special day.

Carefully laid plans often go awry, though, as is the case when you find yourselves stuck in slowly crawling traffic, miles upon miles behind an accident that had bottlenecked the highway’s many lanes down to one. You can see Ino trying not to panic, leaning closer to his windshield and trying to squint at what couldn’t be seen from so far away, leg jiggling nervously as you’re stuck moving so slowly he has to put the car in park.

Nanami would understand your being late of course, but Ino felt like it was important to be there and be there on time. You put a hand on Ino’s thigh, squeezing as you reassure him, “The traffic report said it should only be a 20 minute delay. We’ll be cutting it close but we’ll get there.”

He leans back in his seat, resting a few fingers of one hand on the bottom of the steering while, and squeezing your hand with the other. “You’re right…”

You were, but you can see it doesn’t entirely help his worries subside. Then, just as all of the many cars inch forward between yours and the single lane the traffic was all being funnelled towards, Ino puts the car back into drive, slowly rolling those several measly feet forward before he has to stop and put the car into park again. Then he’s right back to leaning forward, squinting to make out what was happening in the far distance.

“Ino, baby, it’s not gonna help you to worry.”

He looks at you, giving you a lopsided smile and a nod, knowing you’re still right. “I can’t help it, I just don’t wanna show up late.”

“I mean, I can suck your dick while we wait if it’ll get your mind off of it.” You’re joking, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t do it in a heartbeat if it made your sweet boyfriend relax his furrowed brows.

He laughs, leaning back and relaxing into his seat, nerves already dissipating slightly from the distraction of your voice. He looks over to you, smiling, “Aww, don’t ask me that when you know I should say no.”

You throw him an exaggerated pout, glancing out of the front to see you had a while yet before he had to inch forward, “At least let me give you a kiss then.”

“Well damn, I’m not gonna say no to kissing my girl, am I?” He’s already leaning in to meet you in the middle, elbow resting on the centre console as he turns his head to slot your mouths together perfectly.

It’s a chaste kiss at first, closed lips lingering on each others before you’re both pulling back just a little at the same time. Then, he’s bringing his hand off the steering wheel to rest on your jaw gently, thumb stroking your cheek as he deepens the kiss. It has your stomach doing backflips the way Ino’s kisses always do, and when he leans forward and tickles the tip of his tongue against your lips you’re parting them for him without hesitation. His tongue swipes against yours, slow and light, and when you match his movements he’s pulling away, drawing you into his mouth as he smiles into your kiss.

Your head is spinning already, your panties wet, and Ino’s kisses have you ready to throw caution to the wind like always as you move your hand up his thigh to settle on his already hardened cock, gripping at it and letting a little moan travel from your mouth and right into his.

Then, you jump slightly, eyes opening and head snapping towards the back as a car behind you lets out a long honk.

“Shit.” Ino’s glancing back as well, then forward to see that traffic had begun inching along while you’d been distracted by each other. The car behind you was apparently not going to let a few feet of space between Ino and the vehicle before him stand, so he sits back, puts the car in drive, and closes the gap.

He puts the car back into park and his leg is back to jiggling again, and this time your pout is genuine, “Ino… I don’t want you to be all anxious…”

“It’s okay it’s not that,” he gives you a half smile, as if excusing himself, “I’m just trying to make it go down.”

“Oh.” You accept his reasoning, not wanting to risk the car behind you honking again because of your distractions.

You wait, only a few minutes, but those few minutes are an eternity to the impatient Ino who just wants to get moving already, and an eternity to you now that you’re left wanting.

“You still hard?” You ask, unable to stop dwelling on the effect you have on your boyfriend.

“Nah.”

You let out a little groan, feeling slightly frustrated that you were still so needy after just a little kissing. “Well that makes one of us…”

He chuckles, blushing a little as he looks over at you, “Aww, you still wet?”

You nod, slightly less willing to just let the heat in your core wither away to nothing. Ino had been spoiling you for far too long for that.

He looks back out of the front of the car, biting his lip and thinking as he notes how close the cars shuffling forward were to his. He waits, then when it’s his turn he moves forward, then puts the car back into park, turning to you excitedly, “Pull your panties down for me, baby.”

You raise your brows, surprised at the proposition despite knowing very well that he wasn’t going to leave you high and dry once you’d said something about it. He catches your expression, assuring you as though you were the one that was being convinced to do him some favour, “I can watch the road while I do this.”

This, he says, as he rests his elbow on the centre console again, bringing his other hand over to cup at your pussy through your panties. That alone has you clenching your thighs around his hand, happy for the touch already, and he’s drawing a long breath through his teeth at the feel of your wetness soaking through the fabric.

“Shit, I got you wet like that?”

You give him a look that says ’duh’, and tug his hand up and just out of the way enough to pull your panties down to your ankles, spreading your legs for him to have access underneath your skirt. He’s quick to have his hand back where you need it, middle finger sliding through your wetness, and this time his brows are furrowed for entirely different reasons as he caresses the place he loves best.

You’re wet enough that he doesn’t need to waste time building up to working you just right, able to coat his fingers in your slick and slide two in right away. He only pumps them in a few times, fingers dragging along your walls with perfect firmness, before he’s pausing and looking at you with worried eyes. “Better pull your dress up or you’ll leave a wet patch on the back.”

Takuma Ino, always the considerate boyfriend. You lean over, both to give him a quick peck for saving you the embarrassment at this special birthday dinner, and to listen to his suggestion, pulling your dress over your ass and sitting back so it’s bunched up and out of the way as you spread your legs again and Ino starts pressing and swiping at your sweet spot properly.

The rolled up and tinted windows, and the sound of music on the radio, gives you enough comfortable cover to leave your moans unrestrained, letting Ino know just how fast he was getting you there, and when his thumb joins the fray to rub tight circles on your clit the only thing stopping this from being perfect is the fact that Ino has to constantly glance forward instead of watching you come undone for him like he so loved to do.

As you watch him glance back at you, eyes lingering longer and longer, pressure building in your core, you note that worried expression bubbling up in his eyes right alongside your orgasm, and he starts moving faster, trying to make you cum quickly. Just as you find it in you to take your eyes off your boyfriend’s handsome face, you see a gap already there between his car and the one in front, and this time several cars behind you honk, pulling up dangerously close to bully you along.

Ino pulls his fingers out of you and you’re both whining: you whining out his name, and him giving you a, “Sorry babyyyy…”

He’s quick to move along, park again, and just as you’re going stir crazy from your orgasm subsiding so suddenly, his fingers are back inside of you. This time, Ino takes a chance at kissing you again, his soft lips adding to the hurry to make you cum hard to make up for tearing it away from you before. He knows how to do it perfectly, of course, having been in a rush to make you cum for him before, but never quite like this.

It makes your blood flow faster, your cheeks hot as you tangle a hand in his hair, arching your hips up and closing your eyes as your orgasm appears yet again hot and fast on the horizon. It’s interrupted only briefly, as Ino lets out a sigh of frustration. You join his gaze out the front this time to see the mass of cars starting to move much more quickly and Ino gives you a kiss of apology, not exactly able to hold up the now steadily moving traffic on the highway.

He’s apologising aloud too, even as you whine for more, “Sorry… I guess they cleared the road. This is terrible fuckin timing…” he glances at you with sad puppy dog eyes before looking back to the road to switch lanes as you get nearer to your exit.

“Inooo…”

“I’m sorry.” He means it, you can hear it in his voice. And you know if he could he’d pull over somewhere to take care of you then and there, but today was important to him.

You feel like you’re going to go crazy, but you still know you two have somewhere to be. So you make a selfish but measured choice, lightly tugging at one of Ino’s hands.

He takes it off the steering wheel once you’re off at your exit and back on the main roads, and starts to lace his fingers with yours, thinking that’s what you were after as you so often were. It’s not what’s on your mind at all, though, as you pull his hand between your legs, your fingers over his to guide them back into your needy hole.

“I need to cum.”

His shoulders slouch, and he looks over to you for a second before his eyes are back on the road, and his face broadcasts all of his momentary guilt. Like he’d been heartless to deny you and a fool to not realise he could provide just like this if he really tried. “Of course, baby, lemme take care of it.”

You move your hand from on top of his and loosely hold onto his forearm instead, hugging it like it made up for not being able to hug him right now. He pulls his fingers out for just a moment to caress your pussy, like a replacement for being able to rub your back in the embrace you were very much missing right now. You aren’t missing much for long though, as he slides his fingers back into your wetness and you squeeze your thighs together, trapping him there while he drives with one hand.

He bites his lip, glancing between you and the road with desperate eyes, like he was the one being edged and finally getting what he so badly needed. He’s skilled though, more than he’s often given credit for, so even as he keeps the car steady with one hand on the wheel, he fucks into your pussy with the other, fingers curling just right to leave you whining.

“Turn the radio off.”

You don’t expect the request, so it takes a minute for your brain to catch up.

“Please baby, I wanna hear it.”

It clicks then, so, with both of his hands busy, you reach forward to turn off the music playing, and both hear the sound that really moved Ino every single time. You’re soaked, squelching loudly around his fingers, and the way he sucks air in through his teeth from how much that sound does to him has you letting out a shameless moan, adding to both your feelings.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good when we get home baby, I promise.”

His words make you clench around his fingers, and his hand is tightening on the steering wheel. He’s always like this, and it always makes you just as desperate for him as he is for you, especially when his fingers are hooked inside of you, soaking his seats, tugging you back to that edge he’s pushed you towards several times before.

“Moan pretty for me? Please?” He has to hear it always, and you couldn’t dream of holding back for him so you do, loud and desperate.

It only makes his fingers move faster, palm slapping against your clit, elbow tapping at your heaving chest from the awkward angle his arm was at. You’re too far gone to hear the rest of his words as he asks you to cum for him, because you’re already there - stomach clenching, pussy pulsing, absolutely singing for him until you’re slouching back on the seat, rocking against his stilled fingers.

He pulls them out, turning into the parking lot of the restaurant with one hand, fingers still pressed to your entrance to feel you twitching for him one last time before his wet hand is back on the steering wheel so he can steer into a parking space.

You swallow hard, blinking as you take in that you’ve reached your destination. Ino takes off his seatbelt, leaning over to kiss you and look at your glowing face.

“I’ll get the towel, okay? Stay there.”

‘The Towel,’ regularly replaced in Ino’s trunk because this was far from the first time you’d made a little bit of a mess in his car and your boyfriend was nothing if not prepared for the whims the two of you often got caught up in. He tugs his shirt down over his erection as he gets out and grabs his towel from the trunk, handing it to you as he stands outside and stretches his legs, trying to make his dick soften yet again.

You glance at the time while you pat away the wetness on your thighs and then on his seat, before pulling your panties back up, and smile as you see you’re right on time.

[kibbits]

Technically, both of yesterday's more sketchy entries are Eclipse themed!

First up are the Break a Leg! Boys being introspective. The line between the two of them is pretty blurred, especially at the beginning, so I wanted to draw a conversation or introspection moment where they're both out and a bit blended together – an 'Eclipse' if you will. (also special goose guest by @eyndr-stories ehehehe)

They might get to monologue in dim lighting to make the switch even more seamless to the point where they blend.

Then, a WIP of @lavenoon 's Eclipse (Agent Horizon!) chatting with my SI, Agent Sunrise. Somehow, he caught on fire while moving boxes fklgjkld But its fiiine! Any lab assistant worth their salt keeps the fire extinguisher within reaching distance at all times fjkklgjkd

He is such a protective sweetheart who would (unhealthily i think xndnd) bodily protect his human staff from any and all lab accidents, but I don't even jaywalk so I'd still follow lab safety guidelines... And probably try to make him follow them, too. (Ok, yes you can replace your optics.. But you could also wear safety goggles and not need to!!)

Tried making the lab accessible to both Eclipse and humans djdj idk why ive been drawing so much perspective lately but it was funny to realize I was looking up lab safety at midnight.

[mouseship]

they got their tv privileges taken away after this

no text version cuz I liked it

[starcurtain]

Focalors, at the bottom of the sea: Is it really worth it, to risk everything to defy Celestia and return the hydro authority to a dragon sovereign?

The dragon sovereign:

Focalors, penning that letter ASAP: You know what? This one's for us.

[motivated-breeze]

falling in love with v was truly a "your f/o chose you" moment tbh from the first time I saw him

maybe I should do something with urizen too, just maybe

[chimkin-samich]

Another thing for the “Accidental Gods” Au lol

With so much time on their hands (literally millions of years worth of time) the boys take to pranking each other in ways that can come off as morbid…

So yeah heres Sun launching Moon out of the airlock he was working on lmao, Eclipse does join in as well but he prefers it not to be during their working hours, it already takes them awhile to complete tasks due to how delicate they can be or just some require a lot of work to begin with, doesnt help that the two idiots also harass each other during it make it take longer than usual

Rules were established after the “Glitter bomb incident” were Moon blew a glitter bomb when Sun was checking on the human embryos, they lost like 70 out of the 1000 they had because Moon miscalculated the force and size of the glitter explosion, Moon was thrown in “The Pit” for 2 months and stuck doing only virtual work, also “The pit” is basically virtual isolation so they cant use their bodies, only Eclipse has control over the pit since he’s technically in charge and more responsible lol

The rules were basically that no large destructive pranks are allowed and they can only be done in place that arent considered “delicate”, so the cyrochambers, where animal and human embryos are held, plant and other dna specimens, and materials that can not be duplicated in the moment due to lack of materials, as well as anywhere that as delicate machinery

Any where else is free game to torment each other and if the rule is broken they are forced into the pit

Also little fun fact: for one of their first prototypes of their bodies, Eclipse had ridiculously long legs lmao, like so long that when he squatted down his knees were above his head, Sun managed to get to see how stupid it really looked when he told him to squat in front of a mirror dskhjfn, but their are still images in Sun and Moons drives of that no matter how hard Eclipse tried to get rid of all the evidence

Sketch under a read more!

[reiderwriter]

Hello!!! Hope you’re good!

For an emoji I thought maybe 🏝️ and NSFW!

Send me an emoji and a rating, and I'll write you a short song-inspired blurb for my 3k follower celebration

18+ Sugfestive Content

When his lips pressed against yours, you knew there was no going back.

It was supposed to be a simple cover for a training session. You both had extra hours to clock on your field training sheets, and volunteer work at the academy was the best you were getting.

You were expecting some guest lecturing, and so was Spencer. Which is why when you got cast as couple #1 in the faux hostage training scenario, you were surprised.

The fake bar the FBI had set up was impressive, and your instructions to act like a couple were suggestive at best.

"Spencer, you should put your hands on me." You whispered into his ear as he took a swig of his drink.

"You mean George, and I would be delighted to." His smile was crooked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hesitating only a second. It was hot, mid-summer, and his hands hit the bare-skin of your midriff, sending shivers shooting up your spine.

For the next half hour, you got closer and closer, practically seating yourself in his lap as you waited for the scene to begin fully. You knew the students had to study every moment leading up to the scene, but you were starting to sweat under his intense gaze.

You'd gone from having his hands on your waist to his hands on your ass. From there, he'd pulled you into his lap, letting his hands rest in between your legs. His lips had pressed gently against the top of your head, then had worked their way to your shoulder, getting heavier as each minute ticked by.

When you finally gave in and turned to plant a kiss on his lips, you knew you were done for.

This may have been a fake scenario, but the bathroom stalls were real enough, and you sure as hell needed him to drag him off to some private area now if the tent in his pants was any warning.

Just as you opened your mouth to let his tongue slide in, though, the shouts started around you.

Training had started, and your little dream had to come to a temporary halt.

[karmatastic]

This is Mono! A self insert of mine from my hero academia. Vulture is her hero name (and quirk, she's literally just a vulture and a human mixed together.) (yes that also means she has the traits and quirks and does the things they do, including scavenging)

she also ccidentally ate a corpse...5 maybe 6 times.) (the school ignores that though.)