#aster ocs

[sadmages]

Sometimes I remember i went to school to be an animator and i have the power to make my ocs dance and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes

[jun-hug]

You are deeply lovable

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[fortuneravine]

get real

[koboldfactory]

Dragon girl too tall for reference sheet

[valentine-cafe]

1 caramel cheesecake pls! [bottom male reader]

filthy rich spoiled reader who gets himself taught a lesson by alessio in his room while also being scared about getting caught by anyone at the estate. (alessio does NOT give a fuck)

if its too specific you can ignore this ask <3

˖⁺. “ fuck yourself, rich boy ! ” :

﹙ top outlaw male x bttm richboy male ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 9819 alessio x male reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ outlaw ˖ serial killer ˖ illusionist character ﹚

you grew up in the comfort parts of society. high class in comparison to the rest. but what happens when you start finding yourself messing with the leader of a rebel group? well, your bratty nature lands you in a bit of a predicament. bent over in your bedroom while the outlaw himself rails you dumb. 

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ risky sex ˖ rough sex ˖ penetrative sex ˖ degradation ˖ handjob ˖ prone bone ˖ marathon sex ˖ brat taming ˖ multiple orgasms ˖ cum-eating | wc : 1.8k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: the way I gasped when I saw this request GID I had so much fun writing it ! 

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“Talk to me, tesoro. Thought that’s all you’re good for?”

Your tie mocks the strain of your wrists, wrapped tight in a bound to your arching spine. The painful curve induced by an even tighter hand locked in your hair. Tugging every time you hang your head to let your tears of overwhelm hit the floor.

You’ll be clad in long sleeves and turtlenecks for the rest of the week with the bruises, hickies and plethora of bites all over your skin. None of that compared to the constant, hammering feel of his hips. Snapping into the backs of your thighs. Once, twice, thrice.

What is air? A luxury at this point. None of your riches could compare. Not when his swollen tip slams into that devastating bundle of nerves. Your lower lip falls from your teeth. Much like your erect dick bouncing aimlessly with every jerk of a thrust.

“Oh, but - I suppose I’m wrong, right?” Damn that deep croon to your ear. And the tickle of his dark curls on your cheekbone while you’re at it. But how could any of him crawl to the pits with the heaven that he sends you to?

Bent over in your own room. Feet between his shoes. Held like you weigh a feather as he chases bruises on your soft thighs. The claps of wet skin bounce off the walls. Merged with moans. Whines. Strangled gasps.

“You’re also good at taking cock.”

Punctuated with a harsh spank to your ass. Emerald eyes catch the ripple across your skin. He mimics it further by slamming all the way. Grinding. Humping. Any shallow slam to rub on your weak spot and huff struggled breathe from drooling lips.

But that’s not all from the wave of heated breath. A quivered: “Sh-Shut - shut uuppp -” carries in your pants. Tongue once confidently in spits of insult and disrespect now slobbers saliva all over your pristine floor. “Y-You’re a nuisance. An eyesore - a - f-fuchk-!”

Your dick twitches in the large hand squeezed around the base. His fingers are just as skilled as his hips. Cruel pumps and jerks that squirt your cum to the floor with a strangled noise bobbed from your Adam’s apple. All Alessio can do is flash a grin you catch a glimpse of in the mirror at your side. Before both palms snatch your waist and shove you back on his cock that he tames great pleasure in fucking into you faster. Harder. So that the slapping of skin rings through your ears like a sinful, broken record.

“P-Please - please o-oh god - fuckfuckfuck -”

What more can you do but arch? The lift of your spine shoves your ass into his pelvis. He takes it as an invitation to hold you firm against it since you clearly offered. Slam up into you until his balls greet your supple flesh with taps and smacks.

“P-People. . . ‘re gonna hear. Y-You jer- ah!” Another squeeze round your dick for your big mouth. Have you learnt nothing? Not that this is much of a learning experience if you can barely think.

The only thought running through your mind is the stretch of his big cock. The kiss of his veins on all your sweet spots. Their thrum. Your nerves on clear overdrive when he digs a calloused thumb into your tip and strokes until you’re teary.

You’ll squirt his palm all over again if he continues. No that he cares with the rough bucks that he fucks against your quivering hips. The deep chuckle from his throat would have have itched your palms to smack him. Alas, all you could do was wish to cling at his shoulders. Scrape down his back as he pounded you so full.

The creaking of floorboards constantly snapped your fucked-out mind from the depths of overstimulation. Were servants stepping closer. Or worse - your family?

You’d have no time to care when Alessio would withdraw to the tip then slam forward and hit your sweetspot dead on. Brimming tears to your eyes and a groan from the depths of his throat. Those emerald hues flicker to the ring of cream round his cock and he grins through sweat-drenched tresses. “What, they’ll hear? Hear you gettin’ pounded by an outlaw?”

He snaps his hips forward at that. With a power that jerks your poor body. The gasp fleeing your lips melts into a whimper when his fingers choose cruelty to your hair again. Twisting you to face the mirror as his free hand drops to your hip. A smack. A squeeze. Before he’s fucking you back into him like a ragdoll. Shoes planted firmly to the floor as he effortlessly uses your body like a sleeve.

“See what a whore you are? Cummin’ all over your fuckin’ floor and messing up this ‘expensive fabric’?”

His teeth tear into the collar of your shirt. If it weren’t for your tongue hanging out you’d cuss at him. Alas you are too preoccupied with being his little cumdump as he pumps you full once more.

You’d think he’d slow down after his second time spraying your gummy walls white. If anything it rejuvenates his punishing thrusts and turns your thighs to putty as he hammers at a sinful rhythm. Squeezing cum from the both of you and running it down your wobbly legs.

Alessio’s laugh is almost as callous as his hand that snaps around your jaw. “Look at yourself baby. First time taking cock like this? Yeah? Spoilt lil’ rich boy doesn’t know shit ‘bout the real world.”

Softness encases your front. The first in several minutes of being his tight toy. It fades with his heavy weight crushing you into the mattress after the outlaw shoved you into your sheets. Knees knocking yours apart to make way for the barrage of his mercilessly thrusts.

“A-Ah - ah-ah-ah!” Your eyes cross at the centre. He shoves your head to the linen. Another spank. Another grab at your poor, jiggling ass. He spreads you open for his imagination to picture it. Picture his veiny cock splitting you into two. Your tight rim struggling and crying around every inch. Not to mention his cum fucking out of you with every rabid hump.

“Tha’s it, yeah pretty boy. Yeah take it. Fucking whore.” His grunts drip with mockery that pours to your neck with his rough kisses. Your dick grinds and rubs into the linen. Great. Another mess to worry about later. When you come down from the high. Stuffed full of his cum and unable to stop the tremble of your thighs. “Imagine it. ‘magine them coming in - hah - seeing this - seeing you -”

The only thing to stop Alessio’s malicious laugh is the clench of your walls. He smacks your ass again in reprimand. A grunt soon follows. “Now that your ass ‘s nice ‘n full. . . apologise.” Another slam to your sweetspot.

And still, despite your eyes rolling back. Ass getting pounded for all your worth. Who knows how many concerned servants covering their ears through the halls — you wheeze.

“F-Fuck - angh - f-fuck you - fuck you, a-and - and every - god - ‘m n-not sorry-”

Your dick gets a break from the rough rubs of linen when the warm of his fingers encase it after a hand squeezes past your front flushed to the mattress. His thumb goes back to what it does best. Swirling around your tip. Squeezing the slit.

But this time he samples your sticky slick. Savors the feel of it between his fingers. Before he’s shoving your sweetness into your mouth. The pads of his index and middle press on your tongue, just as he’s pressing into the spot that makes you gurgle a sob.

“You taste that, you fuckin’ brat?” The hiss to your ear follows a thrust of his fingers. He hits the back of your throat with no care for how much you slobber all over his hand. “That’s you. Cumming like a fucking whore for me. Now lest you don’t wanna be dumped off in your foyer all creamed up and shaky. Apologise.”

The harsh ram of his cock at an angle tells you he’s not above humiliating you. After all, what’s it to him if a spoilt rich boy gets humiliated by his servants?

You’re the one constantly seeking him out. You’re the one who engages the flirts and mockeries flung across the bar of the Contraire. You’re the one who sneaks out every other day to suck off a serial killer when your parents aren’t looking.

Once he’s done finger-fucking your mouth, he withdraws with a trail of drool attached to his nail beds. Long digits grip your jaw and force your head up. So that he can hear your pretty, pitiful gasps as he shallowly pounds you sore.

“I-I - ‘m - s-sorry -”

“What was that?”

A squeeze to your throat. You gurgle on your spit and limp your head in his hold. Submit to the endless ramming of his hips into yours. Your tummy twisting and insides flaring as you cum a fourth - fifth - sixth time. “I’m - iii’mm so- s’rry - sorry-! Alessio-!”

He’s creaming you again. Stuffing you full and squirting some out to your rippling thighs and bedsheets. If only to chase after another release with the way he starts ploughing you into the sheets. His chuckle hoarse and rough like his teeth clamping on your ear.

“There we go. Finally acting like a good - mnn - fucking slut. Proud of you baby.”

Get ready to be flipped and pounded into the mattress with strong arms hooking your knees. Folding you in half. Making you his pretty boy toy to take his cock. A rich boy so full of cum from an outlaw. A man you should disgust.

One you can’t stop squeezing round the cock of.

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[supd00dle]

What are in those bags?

[atalienart]

Vampire and her prey ;)

[kingsillysmilez]

Aster ⋆｡°✩

[marciaillust]

Asterism book cover

[e-vay]

Why does shadow’s son cinder look so different from the rest of his family

This is me asking where did the orange come from

I just like to play around with color theory. Orange is still in the red color family (Shadow and Aurora) and in my AU’s family tree, Amy’s lineage consists of warm colors including yellow, so that’s why I made him orange.

[sadmages]

mini oc-tober dumppp ft. Caedis & Trinkets, Caedis & Casual, Salita and Caedis & Portrait, and Sylvie & Historical

[jun-hug]

Decided this trend is a great occasion to introduce my old and new cat ocs . ݁₊ ⊹

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[toanw]

yeaaaaaaaaaaaa baby.........space idol cures...

[i made a video w the voices i'd choose for them as well right here pls forgive my self indulgence lolol]

[koboldfactory]

Random doodles from tonight

[valentine-cafe]

(bottom male reader) Alessio 781 catching you playing some 18+ dating sims.

well, you just... thought the games were entertaining, and the guys in them were really cute and hot, why wouldn't you want to date them?? thinking about how they'd touch you, how you'd react...the voice acting and sound effects had you locked in.

innocent little you thought you had locked the door, but it was quite obvious you hadn't, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. you hadn't exactly explained your hobby to him, and unfortunately for you, your monitor just so happened to have one of those NSFW cg's filling up the entire screen <333 there was no explaining away about what you've been doing, your face was undoubtedly red and hot, how embarrassing to be caught like this.

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : tiramisu !! . . . mercenary ⊹ bttm m. reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a charming, smug inhuman mercenary, with a provocative sense of humor and a few punches

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... your boyfriend catches you in the middle of a smutty cg playing out on screen, and so he thinks to himself, why not help you out a little? ⊹ cw ٬٬ 18+ games . rough sex . overstim .

Why be embarrassed of the cg? It's perfect reference!

The perfect reference for how you like to take dick. How you want to be cradled under your thighs with rough hands squeezed to the fat. How you like your ass to ripple with pounding thrusts. Seems it even provides the kind of dick you're into. Hard, girthy, and stretching you out to the point of tears and drool.

"Just like this baby? Yeah? Doin' it better for you?"

His rough voice matches the wood the top of your ass just barely presses to. Your desk thumps with each powerful thrusts. His snap ferally together with his swollen balls. They slap wet symphonies through your bedroom as he fills you up for a second time that night.

Another thing he deduces when he tilts his head to glance at the screen. A wide grin over his heated face. "That's it. Think we're replicating it pretty well, don't you?" Your legs hug around his waist just like the cg, your arms hook loosely over his broad shoulders. Hell, even your expression matches the mc. Brows knit at the centre, face lax, drool leaks out your lips hung in an 'o'.

Those voice lines have nothing on the way your boyfriend whispers so filthily into your ear. "If you wanted a good fuckin' could have just asked y'know," his heated chuckle punctuates with another punishing thrust. One hand leaves your thigh to wrap round your pulsating dick again. You cry, toss your head back and weakly buck into the palm that squeezes over your throbbing head.

"E-Essio-! Fuck - 'm sorry -" he slams into your sweetspot. Creams it a third time. "Sorry - sorry sorry oh god, soo good."

He grins into his neck at your slurs. Slams his hips to flush against your ass and roughly hump. Poor you, all you can manage is to grip his hair and give a loud whine to put any pornstar to shame. "Why're you sorry baby? Don't have to apologise for wanting dick so bad." The click of his tongue drips condensation. He mocks you even while he's fucking your poor, abused bundle of nerves shallowly. So uncaring of how your dick tenses. How you whimper and weakly buck in overstimulation.

"Can't help it. My slutty little boy just thinks 'bout sex 24/7 yeah? That's why I'm treating him."

You gasp and complain in blubbers when he pulls out with a sharp pop! He grins at the mess between your trembled legs and cocks his head. Bastard. "Ssshh baby, fuck, greedy thing aren't ya?"

Your chest meets the desk with a shove. Ass in the air with a quick swat to the back. You almost complain — but words fall dead on your tongue. You don't know what to focus on, the sudden plough of his cock or his large body weighing you down into the desk.

Another slew of drool. You squeal as he hooks a strong arm around your throat and starts mercilessly humping against the back of your bruised thighs. Heaved pants and ragged breath to your ear as he melts your body into putty. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Might as well get used to it. Used to the delicious stretch of his cock. To the repetitive ram of his tip into your sweetspot.

"I should be sorry," his deep groan twitsts your gut in heat. "Sorry for leaving my poor lil' whore to resort to a fuckin' game." Another squeeze to your dick. Another slap of your ass. What more can you do but bury your face into your arms and take all that he gives you? He feels way better than a 2D man on a screen anyway.

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