#Pump Express™

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

⋆˚࿔ 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

synopsis: hoyov. dragons in heat + preferred positions and when they’re most desperate

tags: face riding, cunnalingus, overstimulation, 69

wrd cnt: 0.7k

a/n: repost/rewrite from first acc!

Neuvillete

Neuvillette, can barely handle finishing his workday without you around. He tells himself he'll run back to you at the end of the day and cherish every part of you...after all the cases are looked over of course.

He caves, just like the last time. Seeing you walk into his office felt like salvation, and it tasted even sweeter. Well, you, tasted even sweeter. It didn't take him long until he pulled you onto his lap, letting you feel his members against your clothed cunt.

As soon as it was too much to bare, he threw you onto the table; the documents splayed out now irrelevant after a much more important matter was presented. As much as Neuvillette wanted to take his time, he couldn't help folding up that pesky skirt to your hips and pulling your panties off, throwing them off to the lamp where they hung like decoration, as his lips kissed your clit before his tongue circled it, sucking and tugging on it so eagerly it made you spasm as you gently pull on his hair, his palms holding your hips open for his face to delve the deepest it could into your cunt. He felt your legs shake and twitch as your back arched against the hard wood of his desk, as he stroked his self under the desk. His cum wouldn't stop leaking out, dripping onto his knees and even the floor as he moaned into you; considering pushing his entire schedule until later just so he could stuff them both into you.

Zhongli

Zhongli, whose most difficulty in restraint is when he's first awake. His heat basically wakes him up itself, like an empty and starving stomach, he needs relief immediately. Glancing to his left to see your perfect warm face, hair cascaded over the pillow and the blanket barely covering your indulgent figure; you were his antidote.

It starts so innocently, waking up with a gentle greeting and kisses to your head and cheek, but don't you dare kiss him on the lips so early in the morning. Not during this week.

On the chance you did, he'd have you struggling to fit both his cocks into your mouth while he shoved his tongue into your sloppy hole. He loved how your pliant body sat right above his face, smelling your sweet scent when he buries his face in it, the dripping arousal from your pussy coating his mouth and cheeks, hearing your desperate moans while he coaxed them out of you. Loud whines and mewls falling past your lips as he became drunk on your taste, his hands leaving prints on your hips in the process.

Dan Heng

Dan Heng, never thought he'd become so needy and clingy to someone like this. After his true form had expressed itself, old issues started to arise that he thought he'd be able to handle on his own; not wanting to rely on you for his behavior. But how could he? When you leaned over his shoulder to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, when you let your hand rest on his waist after each hug, how he just wishes he could suppress all his dragonly urges to push you against the wall and drain you of all your essence.

But all he can do is wish.

It's almost midnight, and Dan Heng is just barely getting started as he's licking up all the remnants of your squirting warm cum that's painted his face. Legs shaking and lips quivering, you feebly grind your pussy onto his soft tongue.

His groans following your hips, steadily tonguing your clit, pumping his slender fingers in your cunt as his tail wraps itself around your thigh; keeping your legs wide open for him. His tail tightening its grasp, not wavering, as Dan Heng loudly groans, licking your clit faster as he’s chasing his own high.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[psyzcraze]

𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Pairings: AgedUp!Seishiro x FEM!reader

Sypnosis: After a long week, filled with stress and work, you finally came home to your boyfriend, Nagi Seishiro resulting in him gently fucking your brains out in an attempt to comfort you after a stressful week.

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Wc: 351 words, 1995 characters

Cw: smut, raw/no protection, praise kink, fingering, cumming inside, very subtle mention of BidD!Nagi, missionary position

Author's note: Really short, not proofread 🥹, I'm so sleepyyyy, NSFW under the cut! REBLOGS are appreciated :)

"Hngh- S-sei..!" Soft moans came out of your plush lips as you trembled underneath your boyfriend, Nagi.

Seishiro's fingers continued its relentless thrusting into your tight cunt. "Behave f'me pretty girl." He spoke with that lazy and seemingly-always-tired voice of his. His gaze never leaving your face. Taking pleasure in your fucked out expression.

"B-but-" You tried to protest but was immediately caught off by him gently pressing his lips against yours, giving you a soft kiss. "No buts, you deserved this, angel."

Seishiro kissed your forehead as he continued to pump his fingers into your pussy. He groaned as he suddenly felt your walls tightening up around his digits.

"Fuck, you're just so pretty f'me aren't you?" He whispered into your ear as he kissed your forehead.

You're so close already, so so close! And Nagi's fingers were just making you go insaaane! "I-I'm so close.."

Just as you were about to reach that high you've been craving for, Seishiro suddenly pulled his fingers out of your cunt.

He wasted no time and immediately thrusts his cock in your cunt, stretching you out so suddenly, causing you to moan very loudly.

"S-sei!!" You moaned as he pounded your pussy so slowly and gently yet so deeply. "T-that's right, keep moaning f'me.." Seishiro spoke so sweet to you as he set that agonizingly slow yet deep strokes.

After a few more deep and slow thrusts, You could feel that knot forming in your tummy again. He whimpered as he felt you start to tighten up around his big cock.

"I'm so close, angel.." Seishiro said softly as his thrusts became faster and more frantic, chasing after that high you both crave so much.

Your moans became louder and after a few more thrusts, the both of you came together. His hot cum filling your insides. He gave you a few shallow thrusts to help you get down from your high.

"There we go, angel, you did so well.." Seishiro cuddled you up while keeping you stuffed with his cum.

"Thanks for working so hard all week...Love you.."

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©psych0-puppete3r ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[covetyou]

please impregnate dieter

ok bye 💜👽🛸

fine 👽🛸 beam him up, boys.

propagation

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pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!alien rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: dub/non-con (because alien abduction), alien impregnation, implied mpreg, anal sex (including rimming and fingering), tentacle (just one), belly bulge, alien gender includes humanoid alien ladies with shapeshifting tentacle dicks, spaceship bondage, light mind control. word count: 2.8k summary: He always knew their existence to be fact, but Dieter Bravo never considered their continued existence would one day rely on him.

A/N: seeded left me with too many thots, so I accidentally stayed up until 4am writing this, and finished it this morning, thanks to this comment of yours. I hope you're happy. I have very thoroughly impregnanted That Man™, with his own hypervirile sperm.

And for anyone curious, he was beamed up into the spaceship like a Sim.

tagging a few unfortunate people who have expressed interest in my little weirdo:

@sp00kymulderr @umnitsa @missredherring @thereaperisabitch @magpiepills

@pedge-page @max--phillips

Dieter has no clue how long he's been here. It could be minutes, it could be weeks. Time stopped meaning much of anything pretty quickly - that's how it goes when you're trussed up in a windowless room, strapped up by some extraterrestrial technology the likes of which he hadn't even seen imagined on the most bizarre of movie sets.

Logically, he knows he should be afraid. If there's one thing Dieter Bravo knows, it's to fear the unknown. But, some part deep inside him knew this to always be true. These things that have him existed long before he did and would go on to exist long after him too. Even deeper down he knows that what they're doing to him right now is to ensure that continued existence.

There's no other reason he can think of for being in a position like this.

Or stripped entirely naked.

And nothing else will quite explain the contraption currently strapped to his cock.

No amount of wiggling will dislodge it, and between the way his arms are strapped up and the way his hips are hoisted high in the air, his head left to dangle as it pleases, he doesn't think it's coming off anytime soon. It's a good thing he kind of likes it, even if it does make him feel a bit like a dairy cow.

In the minutes, hours, days, since he's been here, not a single soul has bothered to come in to see him. He didn't know if this damn tube that was pumping him was even okay to piss into, or where his next meal would come from. Realistically, he hadn't thought that he'd die here - it didn't feel like that kind of thing. Still, the fact remained that he hadn't seen a single living thing since the light took him and the floating feeling took over his body.

It was a floaty feeling, thanks to the position he's been kept in, that hasn't quite left him. Between that and his cock being relentlessly pumped without reprieve or release, he's starting to feel desperately lonely here, floating through space or wherever here is.

No sooner does he think it, when there's a hiss of mechanical doors behind him. Dieter opens his eyes - he'd closed them some time ago - and there she is, stalking towards him on two long legs, talking to him in a tongue he's never heard.

It's an unnatural voice. Somehow too high, and too low, and lilting, and rumbling all at once. It's the voice of a dream, one he's had before, except this time it's so very real. It wraps itself around him and lodges into his bones, vibrating sound through to his core until he's gasping and suddenly understanding everything.

This is a processing chamber. He is to be processed, bred, and released.

The newfound knowledge isn't exactly a relief, but he supposes the machine trying to milk his cock without letting him come just yet makes sense. The longer he teased himself, the more he had to give, and it seemed these lifeforms already knew that too.

She purrs, dark eyes bright and curious, and it sends a jolt to his cock, twitching and swelling in the grip of the machine. If he wasn't sure about coming before, now he's certain. He doesn't care who, or what they are. He just wants to burst, to give them every last drop he has, and to make a show of it for the alien thing standing behind him. She's beautiful. Her skin practically glitters, shimmers holographic, translucent, full of sunbeams and starlight. Her eyes trace him, examining every inch, before settling between his legs where his engorged cock hangs and his balls draw up in a desperate attempt to come.

But the machine still keeps him on the cusp of losing it.

Even when one elongated finger reaches out to stroke him, tracing down the seam of his sack, he can't come, and that's when he realizes it's her doing.

"Please. You can have it. All of it. Just please..." his voice sounds thick and just about as alien to his ears as hers did, but he knows she understands him.

He knows, because with a blip and a soft whine, he's being maneuvered in his restraints by some unseen force. With legs spread wider, and his shoulders pulled back, that ethereal voice hums through him again.

...Ready for processing...

It's her. Dieter can see her out of the corner of his eye as he twists in his restraints. But she's changed. Sort of.

She still looks effervescent - her skin shifting and fizzing under his gaze - but so much about her has expanded and grown. Her fingers have gotten longer, wider, the tips practically glowing with each throb of blood through her veins. She seems taller too, and broader, rounder, but he's struggling to work out what's a trick of the too-bright light and what's real. Fuck, everything feels so real.

Most of all what Dieter notices, and can't take his eyes off, is the swelling appendage between her legs that definitely wasn't there a moment ago. He'd almost mistake it for a cock, if it wasn't for the way it moved and writhed, as if a limb all on its own.

He should be scared. He knows he should. But he knows that all that's between him and coming is being processed, and he's quite liking the look of what that means.

Another tingle ripples through him, just as the cool weight of her drops down behind him.

...Commence lubrication...

Something slippery and long slides along his ass. It slips between his cheeks, wet and slick as it glides across his puckered hole, leaving trails across his skin. Dieter can't help the groan that leaves him. If this is lubrication, he can't wait for what comes next.

And then it slides inside, the slender tip breaching his asshole for a moment, feeling wetter than any tongue he's ever had there before. He can't help but twitch in his restraints, his legs trying desperately to give him momentum to rut into the air, to give him more friction so he can just come already.

Instead, he's held still by long fingers with too many knuckles. Fingers so long they wrap around his entire thigh, anchoring him in place. He's totally at the mercy if her and her tongue - because that's definitely what it is, even if the feeling of it swirling around his rim is more than a little different to the human tongues he was used to.

It probes into him deeper, and he groans in his restraints. The machine on his cock has stopped it's sucking, but it hasn't given up it's grip. He can't bust even if he wanted to, and he's starting to think she's never going to let him come.

He can feel it. The tongue slipping deeper, her mouth meeting the skin of his asshole, and the slick rush of liquid as it pours into his hole.

He's begging. He can hear it distantly coming from his own mouth, before the soft lullaby of her voice rings in his head and turns his bones to jelly.

But then she's gone. Her mouth unlatching from his ass, the tongue slipping from his hole, and the fizz of knowing is back in his head.

...Lubrication complete...

There's so much of it he can feel it dribble and bubble out of him, leaving gloopy trails down his thighs as he shudders in the bindings keeping him hoisted high.

He can see pools of it on the floor beneath him too, and more dripping in oily globs out of him as he shudders. No lube, or saliva, he's ever experienced is like this. Nothing has ever pumped so deep and felt so good.

...Commence dilation...

Fear.

Fear because he knows those words, but doesn't know what it means for him here and now, with his ass so he exposed to her and his cock at the mercy of the machine. Dieter tries in vain to move, to tuck his ass under so he's a little less exposed.

But it's no use.

The long fingers find his thighs again, and that voice echoes through his head, bringing him to calm as the tip of one throbbing finger strokes against the slick of his hole.

When it pushes in, the stretch feels no different to the toys he's used on his own ass, or the many people he's had fuck him before. It feels good. Incredible even. Each slight fuck of the finger into him coinciding with a deep throb in his asshole.

The bulbous tip of her finger pops in and out of him, drawing more moans out of him as his rim is stretched around the appendage.

When the thinks dilation isn't too bad, her other hand creeps up to his ass, pulling him apart and holding him open.

The stretch is deeper like this. And he's nodding his head, spurring her on to finger his ass more, to go deeper and curl just the way he loves until she's milking his prostate. He knows he can come like that. He doesn't need anything on his cock, he just needs some well practiced fingers in his ass, and he has a feeling this creature is extremely well practiced at this.

Deeper doesn't come, but the stretch does. It's the stretch of another of her thick tipped fingers being pushed into his hole. And when that pops past the resistance of his asshole, he yelps, his chin wobbling in a feeble sob. Dieter can't help but gyrate his hips. He's so desperate for more he's willing to risk those fingers pulling out and holding him in place.

Except they don't.

She lets him rut this time. He can feel the pleasant approval from her in his mind as he rocks himself in the air, fucking her fingers as deep as his shallow movements will allow.

Even when the fingers tug at him in opposite directions, he doesn't stop rocking. He feels so full and stretched, that he barely registers a third finger joining the others until it's too late.

He almost panics. Almost, because he's fairly certain at that same moment she tells him to calm, to relax, and he does. The tense muscles in his asshole give in to the fingers and let them in, all three fucking into him and stretching him beyond anything he's had before. Even a fourth, and final, finger doesn't draw response from him beyond a whimper and a sob, his hips still doing whatever they can to get the digits deeper.

...Dilation complete...

And then they're gone.

And he feels so empty.

"Please. Please you can't. Don't leave me like this, please. You've got to - I need to - please. Anything. I'll do anything."

Dieter knows he's babbling. Knows she might not even understand a word he's saying, mess that he is. But he doesn't care. He's never been so desperate in his life. He wants her fingers back, or her tongue, or even that terrifying thing writhing between her legs -

...Commence insemination...

He doesn't even hear it, even though it's right there inside of his brain, unavoidable. Dieter doesn't hear, because the moment the voice floats into his body, the slick tip of her cock, more like a tentacle than any penis he'd ever seen, slips easily inside of him.

It's immediately swelling and growing as it slips deeper. He can feel as he's stretched wider and wider around it, the whines that leave his chest turning more and more desperate with each throb of the thing plundering his hole. It's deeper than anything has ever been, he can feel it as it wriggles around through him, pushing aside organs and pulsing into the deepest parts of him. It's impossibly wide too, the deep stretch in his asshole unlike anything he's ever felt, even two cocks being no match for this thing she's wedged inside of him.

And the deeper it pushes, the wider it pulls him, the more he craves it, the more he needs something to anchor him down and ground him even as he floats along, hoisted in the air of a fucking spaceship to be bred by an alien creature.

Whoever his captor is, she's benevolent, and she gives him exactly what he wants. Her long hands wrapping themselves around his hips, finger tips pressing on the bulge in his belly, massaging him and drawing soft ah ah ah's from his mouth. She likes it when he makes noise, he can tell by the burst of approval tingling down his spine, like she's singing something beautiful to him as she destroys the very hole she just prepared.

When those same fingers trail down to his balls, the throbbing in their tips turning to frantic thrumming, vibrating his sack in her hand, he knows he's done for. The machine around his cock starts sucking in earnest, switched back on by some command unheard by Dieter. The tight grip it had around his base is gone, and all he can feel is relentless sucking, the buzzing along his balls, and the writhing tentacle cock deep in his guts, fucking the life out of him.

He feels higher than he's ever been, and before he knows it he's coming, his cock throbbing and pulsing in the tube that contains him, spilling out seemingly endlessly as the thing inside him writhes, pressing against his prostate and milking him for more and more and more.

He doesn't stop coming. It's still leaking out of him, his balls spent and drawn, but his cock red and throbbing and sore but still so drippy from the relentless onslaught in his asshole.

Around him everything whirrs to life. Lights flickering on control panels, sparkling across his vision. There's movement too, above and to the sides of him, but he can't move, doesn't even much care what's going on as he still twitches and comes and comes with her tentacock buried in him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -"

There's pulsing. The gentle throb of her fingers was one thing, but the thing inside him is now pulsing so deep it stretches him wide as each pulse ripples from the base of her through to the tip, where he can feel it burst and fill him.

And with one final wave, the biggest yet, the thing inside him throbs and bursts once more before she releases a pained gasp. The fingers around his hips don't release, the throbbing in the tips of them so quick the vibrations are numbing his skin.

Dieter can hear it - actually hear it - her voice uttering some gibberish he doesn't understand, and the thrumming pulse of her fingers eases off, even if the depth of her cock does not.

...Processing...complete...

His own breaths are the only ones he can hear among the slow winding down of the machine around him. There's other sounds too, as his vision hazes and blurs. Snicks of tubes disconnecting, the hydraulic hiss of moving machinery, the soft steps of the alien behind him as she pulls away, and out of him, with one final gasp from both of them as the impossible length of the appendage she had buried in him finally comes free.

The machine unlatches from his cock without another sound, before collapsing into some hidden compartment in the floor. The panel lights switch themselves off, and his restraints fall slack. He can finally move again, twist to see her, even though all of him aches too much to ever want to move again.

But he does. Anything to see her one last time, because he knows in his bones that this is his last chance. He's never known it himself, but he's certain she looks how love feels. Even now as she reduces back down to something a little smaller, but nonetheless imposing, he can tell that that's what she is. And maybe it's her function, the draw of her electrifying skin. Maybe she looks this way to make processing easier. Still, looking at her, he already knows he'd do it again, if only to lay his eyes on the thing that looks so much like a love he's never known.

With a final look into those beautiful, endless eyes, he lets exhaustion take him, the last remnants of her voice flitting through his veins just as he succumbs to darkness.

...Thank you...

He dreams of a light so bright he's certain he can hear it, the harsh metallic glare of it buzzing through his ears, making them ring and his head spin.

But the light gives way to darkness as he wakes, and he sees the very same stars that took him, just as distant as they've ever been, and looking down to the city below from the hills, he sees stars there too, as close as they always are, and the ache taking deep and low in his belly is forgotten, if only until dawn breaks across the horizon.

[irregularcollapse]

TIME FICCC i miss time buckyyy i miss good real thoughtful bipolar representation i miss beautiful scary walls of mystical snow xxx

Time ficccccc xxxxx thank u bestie

In which Bucky is self-medicating with alcohol, waiting for the inevitability of his brain snapping, and leaning in to being the family fuck up because it’s what he thinks he deserves, anyway. I wonder what happens when you take an unmedicated bipolar guy, block access to his crutch/coping method, and chuck him into a scenario that pushes the bounds of sanity.

Kind of a spoiler, but also a moment of Bucky trying to rationalise himself to calm after he and his new tag-along are accosted by Germans:

The beating had been real (Bucky has the smarting aches to prove it) and so had the bullets (blood all over the other American’s fingers), and Bucky has heard of historical war re-enactors but he doesn’t think the middle-aged guys running around Gettysburg actually try to kill each other.

He can’t stop his stare from drifting, from finding the other American’s profile and picking all over him. There’s iron-clad determination in his expression, in the way he’s marching on while injured, and he isn’t sparing Bucky a single glance, which makes deciding whether or not he’s a part of this a whole lot more difficult.

If he’s consensually role-playing a Nazi capture with actual bullets, then maybe for once Bucky isn’t the biggest fuckup in the proverbial room.

If the entire thing is an act and he’s just going along so the freaks behind them don’t do worse than they’ve already done, well. There are two of them now. Two against three, the odds aren’t so bad. Wouldn’t be so bad, if they weren’t both injured.

The only color left in the guy’s face which isn’t a shade of grey is, fascinatingly, the flush of his lips. It isn’t the sort of thing that Bucky should be noticing, but there they are: berry red and delicious, pouting with the way he’s panting his breaths a little, something wholly out of place with the clusterfuck of everything on this day. Staring at him, those pretty lips are weirdly grounding—burst of color in a blizzard of a different kind, drawing Bucky’s focus and giving him a thin shard of clarity.

I also have my long overdue Christmas AU in which Bucky is also hurled into a Situation™ and has to unpack a lot of his feelings about being bipolar and how it connects to his relationships:

Two months into living in London, Bucky had rejected a call from Gale. It had been late, and Bucky had been unable to sleep because this should’ve been the opportunity of a lifetime but nothing he did was good enough, and every mistake was just another reason why he didn’t deserve this, and he didn’t have it in him to pretend to be the guy who Gale was waiting for. A week later, Bucky had his stomach pumped in A&E; his flatmate had been the one to call the paramedics. He never told Gale, but it didn’t matter so much anyway, because only a few days after that, he got kicked out of a pub for trying to start a jousting tournament with the pool cues, called Gale from the adjoining laneway to break up with him, and then did a rail off a freckled redhead’s dick in a club bathroom stall. The lithium prescription had been his birthday gift to himself that year.

Bucky wonders if this version of Gale had been spared any of it. Gale presses the heels of his palms into his eyesockets, inhales through a wet shudder, and the most unselfish decision that Bucky has ever made had been while he was manic.

All my Buckies are bipolar but some are more bipolar than others lmao

(For this WIP ask game plus an obnoxious bonus)

[hellsite-yano]

STEAM NEXT FEST DEMOS I PLAYED:

>500 CALIBER CONTRACTZ Highlight of this list. Literally Super Mario 64 x Cruelty Squad with a Suda51 coat of paint. Highly recommend.

>Antishoot / Morn FPS games that feel terrible to play. Avoid.

>SAEKO: Giantess Dating Sim Title says it all. Pretty solid and unnerving writing.

>Mother Hub Like if the abandoned vaults in Fallout 3/NV were the whole game. Your enjoyment of this depends entirely on your tolerance for slavjank. I liked it tho.

>Year Unknown Good so far - if you've played games like Manifold Garden and NaissanceE you know what you're getting here. Combine that with the terminals from The Talos Principle and you get this game.

>Elation For The WonderBox 6000™ This is SHORT (less than 5mins) but I've had my eye on this for ages. The writing is very online but in a good way.

>Skyward Dream Kinda boring first-person platformer.

>THRESHOLD Another short one. Kinda reminds me of Pathologic but on the PS1. The grimy aesthetic is nailed down perfectly. If you liked Paratopic check this one out.

>Galaia Dev describes it as TUNIC x Enter the Gungeon but it's not really. Gameplay reminded more of Geometry Wars if anything. Was kinda fun but don't think I'll get this.

>BRUTAL JOHN Been seeing this around on twitter and avoided it due to it seeming bland. And I was right!

>Kitsune Tails SMB3 with a traditional japanese aesthetic. Solid and the characters are cute.

>Sparedevil A 'shooter' where you're in a bowling arena and need to knock down as many pins as possible. Couldn't really get the hang of this.

>I Am Your Beast SUPERHOT / Hotline Miami fans will want to check this one. I liked it but the story is presented pretty obnoxiously.

>Bloodless Beat 'em up where you play as an old samurai who doesn't use a sword (anymore). Gameplay takes a bit of getting used to but it's fun and the story's intriguing.

>Poke ALL Toads Puzzle game structured like Baba is You with really good and expressive art. Liked this one a lot.

>Caravan SandWitch One of those slow exploration-focused games like Sable. Liked the aesthetic and music but dialogue was a bit long-winded.

>ODDADA You play with toys to make music (and you can even save your creations offline). Very nice.

>B.C. Piezophile Control a weighty mech looking for a lost ship or something like that, the encyclopedia (yes, there's an encyclopedia) is written pretty esoterically so it's hard to figure some things out. Requires patience but got my eyes on the full release.

>Old School Rally PS1 styled racing game, takes a bit of getting used to the feel of the car, PROTIP: it's better to pump the brakes instead of holding them.

>Goblin Cleanup Viscera Cleanup Detail except you're a sexy goblin maid cleaning up a dungeon. Was pretty fun, especially online.

>Scarmonde Final Fantasy 1 but it's a dungeon crawler. Not my sort of game but if you're into this genre you'd probably like this.

>Bedrotting You're stuck in bed and got to keep yourself sane by eating, smoking, and not looking at the horrific abominations. Good stuff.

>Blue Prince You inherit a mansion and need to find the secret 46th room. Won't say too much about this because it's best discovered by yourself. Was very good though.

>Stardust Demon Didn't like the physics on this. Pass.

[rottenzombrainz]

Tokyo Debunker FriendFic - Jiro + Luca

Beginning Notes:

A very short fic based on the mini episode where Luca asks Jiro to spar! Also I'm deciding to call these friendly fanfics FriendFics™!! Because it's a super not cringe name!!

sfw (obvs), minor spoilers for chapters 7, 9, 1 and 2

I don't know if ghouls are allowed to use their artifacts when sparring in the canon, but in this fic, they can!!

"Jiro, I would like to spar with you!"

Luca was walking back to Frostheim with Kaito when he noticed Jiro talking to a general student and taking some notes. He waited patiently for their conversation to end before approaching Jiro.

Luca asked, straight and to the point. Jiro stared down at him with a blank expression

"Patient number 8631 - Lucas Errant. You said you wanted to spar with me? I told you before, I don't really recommend it."

"Please, just once is all I ask."

Jiro crossed his arms and looked Luca up and down

"Um- Luca!! dude?!? Sidebar?"

Kaito muttered, pulling Luca aside

"Kaito? What's going on?"

"Oh, right, you went on a mission with him recently, right? Perhaps you could give me some tips on his-"

"Are you crazy? You want to fight Frankenstein???"

"Luca!! I'm telling you, it's a bad idea. I know you're super strong and all, but that guy is an absolute murder machine!! And his artifact is a chainsaw- a fucking chainsaw!!!"

"Is that all you wanted? I need to get back to Mortkranken."

Luca pensively put his hand to his chin.

Jiro joined in, looking as apathetic as ever. Luca shook his head and asked oncemore.

"Jiro, please spar with me!"

Jiro sighed, crossing his arms again.

"If I say yes, will you stop asking me?"

Luca nodded, a small smile lighting his face. His smile quickly turned into a guarded frown as he heard the chime of an artifact chain being pulled.

"EEK! He's trying to fight you right here?!??"

Kaito screamed, hiding behind a nearby tree.

Nearby general students began to chatter among themselves as they huddled around the area.

"Is there a ghoul fight?" "I think so... the transfer student must have pissed off Frankenstein."

The whispers and rumors crescendoed as Luca took out his twin swords, forming an offensive stance.

Luca was the first to strike, dashing towards Jiro with elegance and poise. Jiro swiftly leaped out of the way with speed no onlooker was expecting.

Luca attempted to strike again only for one of his swords to be knocked out of his hand with the growl of a power tool. The audience surrounding him gasped and cheered at all the action as Luca jumped out of the way of a whirling chainsaw. He looked at Jiro's abdomen and realized... he was bleeding? But Luca never hit him...

"J-Jiro! You're bleeding! Are you alright?"

Luca's voice was laced with genuine concern for his sparring partner.

"Am I? Something must have reopened. I need to get back to Mortkranken."

Jiro returned his chainsaw to its keychain form and began to make a beeline for Mortkranken. All the students scrambled out of his way as he walked.

"Luca! He totally wiped the floor with you!! Maybe I do have a chance looking good next to you!"

Kaito chirped as he playfully wrapped an arm around Luca's shoulders. Luca stayed quiet as he replayed the match in his head. It was a short session, but he was still motivated to learn something from it.

Ending notes:

I wasn't lying when I said this fic was very short. I'm not very good at writing action :P I went to one of my cousin's ice hockey games to get into a pumped up mood... but I got distracted by the game and thoroughly enjoyed it. Still, I was pumped up afterwards!

I keep feeling like I need more words. More words more words!!! But that's just the hater in my head telling me I'm not a good writer. His name is Carson. I think I like writing shorter content for Tumblr though. It's a nice break from my work on my to-be-published stories. I'm still struggling with how I want to format my writing... but that's a problem for another day!

I hope you enjoyed reading this friendly little interaction between Jiro and Luca!! And if you have a pair or group of ghouls you'd like to see interact, send them in through the ask thing! I had fun writing this >w<

[paintedscales]

a01 :: Family

A Soft™ Fic Prompt Meme

Wasn't sure if I wanted to focus on Nomin's past, or her future. So I found a way to combine them in a sense. Getting to explore more of her relationship with her sister, and some stuff shortly after the birth of her girls.

Dealing with a small bit of postpartum stuff. Nothing too graphic, minor blood mentions. Mostly fatigue, soreness, and itchiness mentioned and dealt with.

Word Count: 1,801

“You’re a lot less squeamish than I would have imagined,” spoke an auri woman who had been helping to wash and dispose of used, bloodied cloth. Her hair was a deep violet with some softer highlights that bordered on pink -- a complementary contrast to her emerald green skin. Like Nomin, her inky black scales were speckled with color, though hers were of an emerald green nature rather than a lapis blue.

“... I have seen my fair share of blood, Lady Bayarmaa,” Estinien respectfully replied, his tone indifferent as he cinched a burlap sack of refuse and set it off to the side for burning later. “Besides, ‘twould not be fair to Nomin nor your good self were I to leave these matters tended solely by you. It gladdens me that you and yours were able to come by on short notice, though. Ignorant as I am of the nature that comes after childbirth. By the Fury…even by the events that preceded it…”

A soft laugh fell from Bayarmaa’s lips as she cinched up her own burlap sack and set it aside. She walked toward the well pump, drawing water to wash her hands with soap. After she took care of herself, she then offered the pail and soap to Estinien. With some consideration, she replied, “even with my own child, there is much and more I’ve yet to learn or develop. I wouldn’t be where I am without the help of the other Sagahl. Nor would I be here without the aid and support of my husband, Kuzhuk.”

Bayarmaa raised her head to smile at Estinien, watching momentarily as he took to washing up. She then took in the sights of the immediate area, hands going to rest at her hips. She admired the flowers that were planted about the area, not to mention how fresh the air smelled and felt.

“You tell me that you’re gladdened by mine and my husband’s arrival, yet it is I that is gladdened to know my little sister has someone who cares for her in these moments of tiredness, ache, and restlessness.” Bayarmaa turned her relieved expression in Estinien’s direction. “Truly… I worried overmuch for her when I heard she left to travel the Steppe on her own from the Malaguld and the Sagahl that returned to us from the Jhungid. Many summers had come and gone, and often I wondered if I had lost yet another in some fashion.”

Estinien stayed silent for a time, only momentarily casting a lingering sidelong glance at Bayarmaa. She was one of his and Nomin’s daughter’s namesakes after all. Though he had not truly gotten a proper chance to meet her or speak with her at length, it seemed evident that the sisterly bond that both Nomin and Bayarmaa shared ran deep.

The barest twinge of envy tugged at him; for Estinien wondered if he and Hamignant would have shared a bond similar in that brief moment.

“Nomin spoke much of her time on the Steppe…once we had finally put our differences aside, that is…” Estinien admitted. “I think not a day went by that you and the family she made on the Steppe were not on her mind in what I remember of her back then.”

Estinien then looked back at Bayarmaa. “Though, as she told it, she said that the two of you enjoyed a reunion before your traditional Naadam. I expressed it poorly at the time, though I was glad for her to have that closure and reconnection.”

There was a moment’s consideration of whether or not Estinien wanted to bring up what he remembered of Nomin at the time. During most conversations, he would not have thought twice about it, but he kept his mouth shut for the time being, a silence blanketing the air around them. Perhaps that past would have been better left untouched for now.

Silence would have lingered between the two if the pause between both Bayarmaa and Estinien had not been cut short by a toddler running down the pathway from the cabin with a grin on his face and a laugh upon his lips. He came up and threw his body into Bayarmaa’s leg, clutching onto her with that same big grin on his face. The sight would have brought a gentle smile upon Estinien’s lips were it not for the next words out of the child’s mouth.

“Mama! Papa says that you should come back up inside! He said to come get you,” the boy of five summers had said, giggling. At the mention, Estinien looked back up toward the cabin and had been hasty about making his way back while Bayarmaa took a moment to acknowledge her son and give him some positive reinforcement before following suit. The only hope was that the situation was not serious.

Given that a child was sent to retrieve them, the hope was there.

The two were quick about making their way to the bedroom where Nomin had been resting more often than not since giving birth. It seemed that she was in between states of sleep and awake. As it was, Bayarmaa’s husband, Kuzhuk, had taken care of getting the twins changed and placed within their bassinets. When both Estinien and Bayarmaa arrived, he offered them a sheepish look.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to have Ankhbayar alarm you both. I didn’t think it too serious,” Kuzhuk said. He glanced between both Bayarmaa and Estinien. He then addressed Estinien more directly: “Simply, Nomin has been scratching at her scales and vaguely complaining of aches in the moments she has been awake. I figured it would have been best to get my wife to take care of any discomforts.”

“Ah…well, I’m here,” Bayarmaa said, going over and grabbing the chair that had been brought into the bedroom for her to aid Nomin from the bedside if it was not too intensive. She waved a hand at Estinien briefly as her tone became a little more authoritative, “Estinien…where exactly does Nomin keep her scale oils? I’d like you to bring them to me if you would. And once you have them, you’ll help with the other side. Kuzhuk, if you would allow us privacy?”

“Of course, my Moon,” Kuzhuk replied with a shallow nod. He departed the room, playfully shooing and then chasing the young toddler that had been peeking his head in curiously to watch or eavesdrop.

Once the door had been closed, that was when Estinien had set to making his way into the bath chamber, fiddling with some of the woven boxes that contained anything that would have been related. Eventually, he returned with two bottles and a small tub of the oils that Bayarmaa requested. She wordlessly grabbed them and looked them over, reading the labels.

“Oh, thank the Dusk Mother… She actually labels things in Old Auri and Eorzean…” Bayarmaa sighed in relief, taking the larger bottle and uncapping it.

“Dusk Mother…has nothing to do with it…” Nomin tiredly replied, lifting a hand to scratch at her scales somewhat before her sister slapped her hand away. It seemed she was in a state of lucidity. For how long, however, was left for time to tell.

“Oh, quiet…” Bayarmaa said in jest, giving Nomin a slight smirk as she then grabbed the younger auri’s arm and gently started applying some of the oils around the edges of her scales and skin. She handed the bottle to Estinien and instructed him to start on the other side. All the while, she affectionately scolded her younger sister: “you have to remember not to scratch so much. It shan’t benefit you any if you’re to loosen your scales.”

A small ‘hmph’ came from Nomin as she shimmied herself to a more seated position. Both her arms at this point had been taken up by both her sister and her husband. Though part of her wished to use her arms, she could not deny how their ministrations felt soothing. Both in the fact that it alleviated her itches, and put some of her aches to rest.

“How have you been feeling? No shivers or chills since yesterday?” Bayarmaa asked, her tone going more serious as she worked the oils in.

Nomin gave a slight groan of protest, as she did not want to answer too many questions. However, she gave a sigh and sunk back into her pillows. Taking a moment, glancing at Estinien and then looking back in Bayarmaa’s direction, Nomin replied with, “... just tired and sore mostly…. I feel like even my worst battles haven’t worn me out so…. No shivers since yesterday, though.”

“I suppose that is rather telling,” Bayarmaa considered. She sighed silently in relief knowing that Nomin had not been experiencing any chills past the initial moments after delivery.

“... I’m happy, at least. Even if sometimes it might not seem like it…” Nomin said, closing her eyes and smiling to herself. She soaked in the feeling of her scales and skin being cared for, though she had enough clarity of mind in that moment to have been grateful for all that was around her.

“I’m glad to hear that.” A small smile found its way onto Bayarmaa’s face. “What has you happy?”

“I’m just happy to have my family here…” Nomin tiredly said. “Genuinely, I mean it. Would that I were more able to get up and show you, Kuzhuk, and Ankhbayar around the island without it being too stressful to my body.”

“Worry not,” Estinien spoke up. He had, likewise to Bayarmaa, moved up along Nomin’s arm to help apply and rub in more of her scale oil. “We shall have more than enough time to take care of such things at a later time. What matters most is making sure you and the girls are taken care of before any sightseeing or touring can even be considered.”

“Agreed. I’m here not just as your sister, but to also help you with everything that comes after giving birth,” Bayarmaa reassured Nomin. “Family is family, Nomin. And we’re here for you in this new chapter of your life, not to have a vacation nor venture into the area.”

The smile on Nomin’s face grew for a moment before her gaze settled on the ceiling. It faltered for a moment before she finally asked: “... do you think Esenaij would have been happy for us? From what I can remember…he would have been a shite uncle.”

Bayarmaa paused, taken aback by Nomin’s words. Her hands shook after a moment as she attempted to rein in her laughter. Though it seemed that Nomin shared in the amusement, because for as straight faced as she made her statement, it was a jest all the same.

“He would have been a shite uncle,” Bayarmaa concurred, a laugh falling from her lips.

[gonegrove]

ooh a Heather headcanon I’d love to hear your take on is transfemme Heather 💕

now that's a vibe i can get into. ironically i've been seeing heather (and a lot of the other girls tbh) as cisfem bc in my brain i do a lotta non-cis stuff generally so it's actually Novel for people to like... just be cis to me lol. like i do 43574398534953489 variations in my head and read various queer versions bc it's Good Food and when i finally get to posting myself i'm like "wait-- novel concept-- i make them cis. bc that's the thing LESS people are actually." (<- insane queer logic from the gay echo chamber)

but like i can See This i can Vibe This. heather to me is one of the few characters who you couldn't sell me on being really any kinda masc. like i'm more inclined to see and vibe on say, a transmasc chrissy variation than a heather. but transfemme works well for heather. she's got Femme Energies and so long as they're present in a depiction of her the world is your oyster. like i think say, transwoman!heather and it serves to me contrapoints energies which i love. she would explain like, the evils of capitalism in full beat, a pearl necklace and drinking campaign while in a tub full of milk, a lush bathbomb and rose petals.

it would also add in a LOT of turmoil for her at home tho since her dad's a misogynist and her mom's checked out from dealing with him for at minimum 17ish years. like feeling feminine but living in a house were you KNOW even LOOKING at Girl Stuff™ is gonna get you shit and hearing constantly this degrading shit about women/femininity/anything associated with either while like, that's everything you connect with would be so damaging to her psyche rip.

god this is unleashing my love tho of men/amab ppl who're aggressively feminine dfkgjhkfd. heather being the nuriko from fushigi yuugi of hawkins. not a man, not a woman, not a transwoman but a Secret Fourth Thing (too beautiful to be contained and objectively more good looking in a dress than any of you). amab!heather who gets into glam rock just so they can have an excuse to grow their hair out and wear make up and cute little outfits. who TOTALLY joins the cheerleading team to "get girls" and not bc they're you know, REALLY PUMPED ABOUT CHEER!!!! (and also yes-- to get girls. it can be 2 things). who joins the swim team so they can shave in peace(it's aerodynamics bro!) (also they're just VERY competitive dfgfd).

they're the queen of hair and makeup and give all the best manicures. just really enjoys the variety in women's fashion and style and laments how guys really only get like, 3 things to pick from. is living the most fucking mission impossible back flipping thru the alarm lasers lifestyle to be masc enough they don't get kicked out, degraded or get the shit kicked out of but also find ways to be who they wanna be and express it as often as possible (bc like we gotta be realistic -- it's rural indiana in the 80s). guys trying to rag on them and calling them a fag n shit and they clap back with "and i'm STILL hotter than you AND your girlfriend put together and she'd ABSOLUTELY wanna fuck me!" (they're 100% accurate about this too lol).

[intheorangebedroom]

I just read chapter 6 of TYBTM…omg 😭 I didn’t realize this was the end. This has been one of my favorite fics of all time, and I’m a Joel girl! Your writing is so beautiful; you’re so skilled at imagery and your characterization of Lee is so deep and visceral. Thank you for sharing them with us 💖

Do you have any idea when the epilogue might go up? Do you have plans to write something else next? Do they get a happy ending, together? ☹️ I hope you don’t mind all the questions! I’m dying to read more!

Nonnie I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you cry!! This is NOT the end!! Granted, we're almost there... but it's not over yet!

Thank you SO MUCH for your kind words and for your time 🧡 Ngl, you, a Joel girly, being into my Frankie... is 100% something I'd want to brag about! Can I add it to my resume?

I do not mind all the questions 🧡 I appreciate your interest in my writing more than I could express 🧡 The only thing is that I can't answer all of them...

I'm going to try my best to post the epilogue sometimes in March! I don't want to let it hang for too long (is what she said) (omg I'm so sorry 😂). The whole thing is entirely outlined and 3/4 written already, but right now I'm stuck on the sequencing of two scenes. It's not fluid at all and it's driving me fucking batshit crazy. So it's brewing in the back of my head (pumping all my energy) and I hope I'll have the ✨revelation✨ someday soon while I'm under the shower, or in a meeting, or driving, or at the movies.... you know, one of these moments when you can't pull out your phone to take notes. Because, this is the way...

I hope to write another series! But, and it's actually terrifying, I don't know what yet. It's hard for me to think about two stories at once. But I hope I'll get the inspo soon. There will be a short time gap, though, because right after the epilogue is over, I have to start working on another project 👀 But yes, I'm not quitting writing yet, and I'm not nearly done with the Pilot™

I hope you're having a good, day, Nonnie 🧡

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi Kat, I think this will be my first request for you ever! 😁

So for the Injury prompts I'm thinking number 6 with the dialogues 14 and 20.

Also could the reader be the one taking care of Levi after a pretty nasty expedition? Looking forward to your creation! ❤️

is it really?! :D i've also sucked at doing the actual scenario/hc requests in general so :'D listen school sucked and now im trying to pump out this fic and-

send me some injury prompts! :3

➼ prompt #6: staying the night in case they need your help, being asked to sleep on the bed instead of the couch/floor ➼ dialogue #14: "I... thought I lost you..." ➼ dialogue #20: "Don't even try to get up" || "Watch me!" *stumbles and falls on the ground*

✧ word count ➼ 800+ ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, levi being stubborn, reader and levi being awkward in their relationship, not proofread ✧ warnings: mentions of injury

In a rare turn of events, you found yourself walking an injured Levi back to his apartment instead of the other way around. You were used to losing comrades after expeditions. Being in the Scouts basically meant being sentenced to death. You knew this, yet you still joined, and let yourself get attached.

You were silent as you helped a limping Levi get home. He had a close call—too close—with a thunder spear and found himself thrown several yards through the forest. He was okay, but was definitely beat up and needed stitching in the few places that did get torn up due to the shrapnel from the spear.

Now that he had gotten the stitching done, he just found himself in a lot of pain. You helped him through the door and sat him down on the couch in his living room, the silence unbroken.

"Could you look at me?" Levi asked quietly.

You slowly turned towards him at looked at him with an unamused expression.

"What the hell is that look for?" he asked, sounding offended.

You averted your gaze again, unsure of what to say.

"You haven't said a word on our way here," he spoke, his tone growing bitter. "If you're going to just ignore me, then fuck off and leave."

There was an excessive amount of hostility in his voice.

You responded by suddenly pulling him into a gentle hug, taking extra care to not move him too much so that you didn't cause him any more pain. You buried your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

Levi raised his hand and put it on your back to pull you in.

"Just what?" he said softly.

"I...thought I lost you..."

You pulled back from him, your eyes glistening from the tears that were threatening to build up. You were devastated when you heard the explosion and saw him get thrown through the air. You held the sides of his face as your eyes glanced at the scratches that had assaulted his face.

You gently pressed your lips against his, focusing on the feeling of his lips pressing against yours to remind yourself that he was still there in front of you.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.

You scoffed as you pulled away from him.

"You think I was going to leave your dumb ass on your own after you can barely walk home on your own?"

Your eyes softened as you saw a small pout form on his face at your comment.

"It's late," you said as you started to get up. "Let me grab you some stuff for the night so you can get settled in. Don't move."

"Tch," the pout on Levi's face quickly turned into a disapproving frown as he began to attempt to get up. "I'm not a fucking child."

"Don't even try to get up, Levi Ackermann," you scolded.

"Watch me," Levi grumbled as he pushed himself up before his ribcage screamed in pain and he ended up falling towards the ground.

You knew he was going to fall as soon as he got up, so you quickly ran over to catch him before he made contact with the floor and gently lowered him back onto the couch.

"For someone known to be Humanity's Strongest Soldier™, you sure do make stupid decisions sometimes."

Levi didn't respond and shot a glare in your direction.

"At this rate, I'm going to have to sleep in your room with you just to make sure you don't make any more dumb decisions."

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Where else were you going to sleep?"

"Couch, probably."

"Like hell you are," Levi said with a scoff.

Although you and Levi had been seeing each other for a few weeks, you have yet to share a bed or even spend the night together. As a result, Levi even implying the act of sleeping in the same bed with you made your cheeks begin to heat up.

"Well," you began to speak as you tried to recover from the blush that was rapidly approaching on your face. "It seems more comfortable than the floor-"

"Are you serious?" Levi asked with an annoyed expression.

"About what?"

"Just get in bed with me, you fucking brat."

He averted his gaze and you noticed that his ears were slightly pink, which brought a subtle smile to your face.

"Don't make me say it again."

"Oh," you finally responded after a while after realizing that spending the night in Levi's bed was not a hypothetical and that he was actually asking you to.

"Tch," he said as he rolled his eyes. "You're such a pain in the ass."

"Says the one that got caught near a rogue thunder spear blast," you retorted.

"A fluke."

"Sure it was."

Levi frowned at you.

"I changed my mind. You're leaving."

He began to point at the door, but you quickly pulled him into another kiss, prompting him to lower his arm as he returned the gesture.

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his before whispering.

"Like hell I am."

[imo-chan-imagines]

!!!!!!!!! I am so excited for this here event omg I might even request more than one eventually!! Congrats on the milestone too bby!!!! I’m proud of u mwah! /platonic

Ok so I’m kinda a hoe for tsukki so if I could get like literally anything for my salt bby that would be great! Bonus points for uhhhh breeding kink and calling me cute sweet names :))

Now I go hide bc typing this was uhhh embarrassing 😃

Tsukki + Breeding Kink | Haikyuu!! Drabble

Tsukki × fem!reader

Prompt 24: 💖 BREEDING KINK 💖

Warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, raw sex, a bit feral 🤏, creampie 🍰, pet names, he calls you his cum slut *cough* it's affectionate, implied dom/sub, mating press 🤤, hickies, timeskip/college Tsukki, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: Two Tsukki requests in a row, huh? 😳 And thank, you, thank you, thank you!! 🥺💗🙈 Request more than one, by all means! And there's no need to feel embarrassed, my lovely 🤗 I'm here to guide my honies through Horny Hours™, lmao. You're loved and appreciated 🥰 Mwah! /platonic. I hope you enjoy ♡

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⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"Shit, you look so pretty," says Tsukki, as he holds your legs open wide by the knees, reaching deeper inside you with his thrusts than before.

His face his flushed, his brows furrowed, as he stares down at you, open and exposed for him as he ploughs into your tight cunt. He can't get enough of the way your walls clamp around his length, sucking him back in again with every thrust.

But he needs to be deeper, to feel the head of his cock kiss – no, fuck – your cervix, so that when he cums, he'll unload straight into your womb.

Fuck, that would be perfect, he thinks, a shiver racing down his body his back at the thought.

With a huff of effort, he climbs further on top of you, the full weight of his body bearing down on you as you're pushed into a mating press, his final few inches finally sinking fully inside you.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his torso, crossing your ankles behind his back, holding him down on top of you.

You let out a mewl as he starts to move again, which spurs him on until his balls slamming against you. There's nowhere for you to go to get away from the pleasure as he holds you down and claims you, dragging your mind down into the depths of ecstasy.

His raw cock throbs against your creaming walls, twitching at the fucked out expression on your face as he reaches deeper than he ever has before.

"You want me to fill you up, princess?" he asks, his pace unrelenting. "Want me to fill you with my cum?"

You whimper. "Please...breed me, Kei. Want your cum. Wanna feel your cum inside me!"

"Fuck," he groans, somehow managing to thrust even harder. "Course you do, princess. You're my pretty, little cum slut, aren't you? Gonna pump you full of my cum, and you're gonna look so fucking pretty. So fucking pretty, with my cum dripping from your little pussy. Who does this pussy belong to? Tell me."

"You! It belongs to you, Kei!" You're hardly able to articulate the words as he fills you up.

"That's right," he growls. "My pussy. Belongs to me." He's babbling in your ear as his skin slaps against yours, his thrusts getting sloppier and more erratic, until he cums with a high, lewd groan that he can't control.

The feeling of his cock twitching and pulsing as his cums spurts and pools inside you sends you over the edge.

Your vision turns hot white as your orgasm shudders through you, bucking your hips sporadically as you clench and flutter around him, your fluids mixing together inside you.

You're brought back from the edge by Tsukki's lips pressing against your neck, sucking a hickey into the skin without pulling out of you.

An airy sigh leaves your lips. As you feel his cum start to leak out of you, he holds your jaw and kisses your lips deeply.

"There," he says with a smirk, admiring the purple handiwork on your skin. "Now everybody will know just who you belong to."

© imo-chan-imagines 2021

[atsuminthe]

★ synopsis: some random spicy headcanons of iwa.

★ character(s): iwaizumi hajime

★ warnings: female reader, 18+, rough sex, marking (biting, spanking), spit, slight degradation (‘whore’ mentioned once), service dom!iwaizumi, brat tamer!iwaizumi, edging (lmk if i missed any)

★ minty’s notes: second thing for hajime’s birthday! enjoy this product of brainrot <3

service dom, but don’t get fooled. he’s the original Brat Tamer™ and won’t hesitate to put you in your place if you misbehave

sometimes he gets so pent up he ends up drawing five orgasms from you before he even thinks of getting his cock out of his boxers. he’s a service dom, like i said. your pleasure gets him off the best

holds your jaw and makes you look into his eyes when you cum. he loves the fucked out expression you make, when your tongue lolls out and you moan and pants so prettily, just for him

leaves hickeys and love bites everywhere—and i mean EVERYWHERE—your neck, your chest, your tummy, your thighs—hell, he left one on your ass (because iwaizumi is an ass man, no i will not take criticism on that)—he’ll kiss the bigger ones and rub your tummy to remind you how much he loves you AND marking you up

bends you over his knees and has you count the spanks, alternating with pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy—always tells you “good job, baby” when he’s done and you haven’t cum just like he told you. he’ll edge you until you’re on the verge of tears, but will be a gentleman and let you cum if you beg him enough

kisses your ass after he spanks you. a peck for every cheek, slowly rubs them to help with the stinging

takes you from behind, pushing your head in the pillows and holding you by the back of your neck, whispering both filth and praise in your ear, pressing his chest against your back and kissing your shoulder lovingly

when he takes you from behind, stops thrusting when you try meeting him halfway, spanking you and telling you you’re such a whore for his cock. and holds you by your jaw and forces you to look at him while he thrusts deeper

lovingly spanks your clit with the tip of his cock

tells you to behave in that husky, low voice, holding your hips tightly, one hand on your breast, teasing your perky nipple

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Tfw you're working on your Star Wars Fanart only to get distracted by an Ever After High AU for a movie from 2012. Anyways here's my OCS in a Pitch Perfect AU! (Plus some canon Fanart aka scene redraws for movies 1 & 2.)

Closeups and Set List playlists plus more details under the cut, image id in the alt text!

Close Ups:

Notes:

In the AU, Arion takes the role of Beca (because they're basically the same character it's seriously uncanny whoops), while Rose and Anteros take the roles of Chloe and Jesse, respectively, with some minor alterations (they occasionally swap places as needed for the narrative cause Rose is much closer to Jesse personality-wise but I needed the final serenade to go like the original otherwise what even is the point so i couldn't just swap them permanently). Arion and Rose are in a mixed-gender group called the Fairy Tones, while Anteros ends up in an all-masc group called the Charming Chords. There's also a third rival group called the Twister Misters but they don't really do much. As for the drawings themselves, they're basically just redone scenes from the movies, like the aca-initiation featuring a Tempis cameo (it's fruit punch Rose swears), the scene from the radio station where Jesse (now Rose cause all three of them work there) uses the various album covers to try to make Beca laugh (and very nearly succeeds not that she'd ever admit it) (Anteros thinks it's funny but Arion thinks they've all gone absolutely batty), and of course the iconic Fist Pump from the end, featuring a bonus Kenni in the Benji role! (Tho actually I'm toying with Andre-as-Benji cause then he and Arion could be Besties™ and i could have an easy segue into an Andre and Rose B-plot. But I digress.)

As for the canon drawings, i just did some favorite scenes, like the picnic (he has juices pouches and Rocky! How could anyone not love him?!) And the audition (still one of the funniest scenes in the movie tbh as far as individual lines from characters go, excellent introduction of personalities). Also that part of the riff off from the sequel cause a) Anna Kendrick KILLED it with Before He Cheats, and b) i was mildly offended we didn't get a Live Slug Jesse Reaction shot because I'm absolutely certain his expression would've been hysterical (mostly in how... Not scared he'd look 😂)

Also also, i think these kids should meet; Beca and Arion could silently judge people together to their hearts content, while Jesse and Rose would immediately launch into French serenades with zero hesitation. (Also Beca is wearing a Trebles Hoodie cause i know what I'm about.)

The Set Lists:

The Group Solos (both groups individual + one bonus duet between both groups): Here

The Riff-Off, Category 1: Dance the Night Away

The Riff Off, Category 2: Heavy Hair Headbanging

[ollypopwrites]

The latest chapter got me thinking Naughty thots: breeding kink with Biker!Din? With a helluva fluff and somftness™?? 🥺

Much to think about....

👀💦

Can be read on its own, but is part of the Biker!Mando Series.

a/n: YOU ASKED FOR IT!! so its not quite like my usual fics with this kink -- the softness really got out of hand tbh. It’s so soft. I hope you love it darling. 

warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, breeding kink, dirty talk, confessions and some embarrassment, softness, cuddles, cockwarming (sort of?)

wordcount: 1.4k

The headboard keeps slamming into the wall and you think that just maybe it might put a dent in it. All you can do is hold on, grabbing desperately at his shoulders, nails digging in whenever he  brushes up against something very good deep inside of you. 

  He’s been handsy all day, even in public which is unusual. A hand on your thigh under a table, leaning close into  your space whenever he gets the chance to. Something is on his mind that  has him all riled up but you don’t know what it is.He didn’t specify or ask for anything, just got you alone when he got the chance and quickly undressed you. 

  You aren’t going to complain, but you are curious about what he’s got going on in his head.

  Din has his face pressed into your neck, the heavy breaths echoing loudly in your ears. Pressed so close, he’s putting a lot of force into every thrust and it feels like he’s trying to climb inside of you -- tangling you two until there’s no discerning where either of you begin or end. 

  He’s far gone, brain melting away at the warmth in which you greet him -- wet and hot and intoxicating. Not to mention the way your  bodies rub together, all skin on skin. Each pant and desperate whine makes him drive his hips harder, he knows you’re close and he is too. It’s a lot, overwhelming in the best way, and he’s opening his mouth to speak before he even realizes it. 

  “I’m gonna fill you up -- “ he groans, “over and over -- make your belly grow with my baby -- “

  Your eyes open wide, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before you say, “what?”

  He suddenly goes very still. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say that last part. Of course, he’s thought about it. Recently, it’s been all he can think about. But that was supposed to be something tucked into the back of his mind. 

  All the times he’s thought about holding you down, pumping into you and keeping himself there so none of his cum escapes. It’s driven him to the edge more than once but it’s not something he knows how to bring up. It implies a lot and he’s not sure he can have that conversation without screwing it up. 

  He doesn’t know how to say it. To express that he wants you to beg for it, ask him to do it, but he’s fumbled it already and is cringing at himself. 

  He swallows hard, “sorry,” he grunts. 

  Slowly, he starts to pull away not looking at you as he lifts his weight up and starts to shift away from you. You hadn’t meant to question it so bluntly -- but it took you by so much surprise that you hardly could keep it in. 

  He was retreating fast, though, and you had to backpedal. Quickly, your thighs wrap around his hips not just holding him there but pulling him in further and you notice the way his eyebrows furrow at the sensation. 

  “Is that what you want?” You ask him. “Want to fuck me full...breed me?”

  Din looks down at you for a moment, his body screaming at him to go with it because -- yes, he fucking does -- but he’s not quite sure if its really okay to say. Hearing you say it simultaneously  makes his cock twitch and makes him wonder if you’re mocking him. It’s confusing, and hard to think properly while he’s still stuffed inside of you. 

  Offering him a coy little smile, you roll your hips a little and he has to close eyes as you grind on him. But he’s still uncertain, maybe a little embarrassed, and you feel like you're running out of time to convince him it’s okay, and you like it.

  “Tell me,” you say gently, then repeat, “tell me what you want.”

  Your hips are still moving, hands pulling him back into your embrace. He’s not sure, but he lets himself be drawn in, his face pressing into your neck again. He doesn’t start talking though, just rutting his hips and after a moment your grip on his hips makes it so he can’t move -- can’t chase the friction to shoo away the feelings of doubt in his mind. 

  “Cyare,” he growls. He’s shy now, lashing out a little bit because of your teasing. 

  But you don’t give in. He’s attempting to overpower the strength of your legs for a moment, before he huffs and just falls limp against you. Resting all of his weight  on you with a frustrated growl. 

  “I've thought about it too,” you admit softly. “When you get really deep, I think about how badly I want you to -- cum deep and give me a baby,” you swallow hard, cunt clenching around him as you think about all the times you’ve felt it on the tip of your tongue, “but I didn’t know if you -- “

  You trail off when he starts to lift himself up to look you in the eyes, a new fire in his own from the way you spoke about it. His lips are on yours, harsh and needy, his hips experimentally thrusting into you again. 

  “How could I not?” He asked, his lips centimeters from yours. “It’s like you’re made for me -- “ he grunts when you allow him the space to move again, his hips now grinding into you. Pressed so close it feels again like he wants to try to melt the two of you together. “Tight and warm and always so fucking wet -- “ your cunt clenched down around him and he groans desperately, his mouth trailing to your jaw to kiss and nibble. “Per-perfect for me, you’d look so good --   “ he’s falling apart a little bit and you aren’t faring much better. 

  You’re trying not to drown out his words with your own whines and desperate pleas. 

  You whine, forgetting what you mean to say the moment you open your mouth. Brain fogged over whenever you think about asking for it. 

  “Are you gonna come?” he grunts, and you can hear how his jaw is clenched, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay. “Gonna come thinking about me fucking a baby into you?”

  “Yes,” you cry it out, feeling the coil so quickly tightened in you breaking finally and the waves of an orgasm roll over you. Telling him to breed you in a mindless, broken chorus of pleading that seems to just pour out of you. 

  You’re so lost in it, the way it overcomes your whole body — thinking of how he fills you and is now rutting into you with abandon it’s like the waves won’t stop coming. Seeing, feeling and hearing you is too much he feels his body give in to it all, just as quickly brought over the edge by the way you ask him for it. 

  Din lets out a helpless groan when he comes, trying to fuck himself as deeply inside of you as he can. It’s a warm and wet mess inside of you, but your cunt flutters around him still -- your body thrumming with satisfaction.

  Heavy breaths fill the room, and he’s still settled on top of you his grip not loosening despite already being spent. His face buried in the crook of your neck to hide his face.

  “That -- that was okay?” He asks, a little bashful despite the rough tone of his voice.

  You give a warm chuckle, “more than okay.” 

  It’s silent for a while, he makes no move to get off of you or slip himself out of you. Your fingers dance over the skin of his back, soothing and catching on scars here and there. He’s sated, warm and happy, but still holding a question between his teeth with uncertainty. 

  “And...one day,” he grumbles, that same bashful tone. “I would -- if you want  -- I could -- actually do it.”

  “Do what?” You ask, with a soft frown.

  “Give you a child.” 

  You blink up at the ceiling a few times, processing the words. Around him your arms tighten up, and you turn your face as much as you can pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. “I’d like that,” you whisper. 

  He doesn’t respond, feeling still a little too vulnerable to look at you just yet. But he stays there with you for a while, hiding his face and grappling with the way it feels for the first time he has somewhere soft to land. 

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[magic-is-something-we-create]

Hey, friend! Feels like it's been a bit (though it may be more so on my end than yours). Care to elaborate on Paragons for a moment for me? (Long post appreciated but not required) Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday!

Hi!!! It has been a bit!!! I haven’t done WBW in months, I’m pumped to be doing it again!!!

Paragons are a concept I’ve had in my head for a while that I’ve only just been able to start diving into in actual writing!!

For a little context/refresher on some Lore™: Flexing is a form of hysterical strength, but with magic, and it’s often fatal and unanimously traumatizing; Prophecy is a thing that used to happen when people Flexed in the Olden Days, and it basically means one Goddess or another speaks to the person Flexing to comfort/advise them--and if one was determined, it could be repeatedly and deliberately invoked to get information that’s more like the traditional prophecies of the fantasy genre.

Paragons are not always Prophets. Prophets are not always Paragons.

But it’s easier to tell who is actually a Paragon if they’re also a Prophet, rather than someone claiming to be a Paragon for influence.

Paragons are basically people who embody the ideals of a Goddess to an extent that most others don’t. They’re completely devoted to these concepts, these necessities of life, regardless of what their religion says about those things or Goddesses, and tend to make those concepts Their Whole Thing. It can be a temporary state, there’s nothing keeping someone from being a Paragon for a while, but most often it’s people who are dedicated to the point of obsession for their whole life.

But, most importantly, this devotion can not be for the express purpose of becoming a Paragon.

You cannot become a Paragon intentionally.

There can be multiple Paragons for each Goddess; there always are, there always have been, because there are so many people dedicated to the things the Goddesses hold dear. In-world, it’s generally believed that there’s one for each People, i.e. one Ehlf, one Dwarf, one Human, etc., but that’s not actually a limitation from a meta standpoint. It’s just very hard to prove that one is a Paragon if they don’t have some evidence that’s outwardly presentable to others, and that only really happens if they’re also a Prophet.

(This is because being a Prophet strengthens the connection further, allows for two-way devotion and communication between a Paragon and their Goddess. Prophetic Paragons will sometimes be able to take on a visual likeness to their Goddess in defining moments, and the scar left by their Prophecy will become visible; non-Prophetic Paragons are just regular people living their life by their ideals.)

So because Flexing in itself is rare, and Prophecy has been (supposedly) nonexistent for a millennium (and was tied to Flexing anyway), it’s almost impossible to prove whether you’re a Paragon or not without, like, a council of approval from those who know the Goddesses and their domains really well who also all trust and believe you. Prophetic Paragons were just the minuscule overlap between two already-tiny groups, and thus there were never enough to disprove the idea that there’s only one per People.

A final fun fact about them, though, is that in the religious hierarchy that was around when Prophecy was a thing, one had to be a Prophetic Paragon to become a Highpriestess! It was supposed to be a sort of reassurance that the people running religious practice were in tune with the Goddesses’ desires, but because Paragon isn’t a permanent state of being, there were absolutely Highpriestesses who butchered the words and ideals of the Goddesses during their reign. This idea is very relevant to the plotline of the Eternals, Tieling specifically, and it’s been super fun to explore!!