#cw build

[rynfinity]

The one and only time I succeeded in drawing a Pete that actually looks like Pete.

Referenced from a screen cap from a side-by-side; I liked the effect cropped and left it in. If I can find the original I will come back and credit it.

[mischieviem]

Hello Dean

[archiepelago]

You’re on a path—

Hey wait that’s not a princess.

[yourfatherjustinmcelroy]

Fucked up my shottttttttt thought it looked kinda cool though. Idk why my first thought is always make a forcemasc post about this…. ripe market I suppose.

An alternate version:

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.

[homicidenight]

[jesuistrestriste]

Patrick is 100% the kind of mf to be into period sex… smth about your blood on his cock makes him go borderline animalistic like it’s scary!! We’re scared!!! And horny

you tell him that you’re on your period and he just smirks and starts monologuing about how “a real warrior isn’t afraid to get blood on his sword” and how “orgasms actually help to relieve cramps”. tells you that he wants to take away all of your pain for a bit; he strokes your neck and begs with his eyes. but the more you look into his irises, pools of blue and green and spikes of curious brown, you feel that there’s something more to this proposal. something that he isn’t quite admitting to himself, or you.

he lays you back on the bed and makes sure you’re comfortable, tucking multiple towels underneath your hips and ass to protect the sheets. kisses your chest and then your lower abdomen, massaging it softly as he tugs his boxers down—his heavy cock, already swollen and aching, bobbing out with anticipation. he slides his fingers through your folds and bites his lip when red coats the pads of them. “fuck.” he has this look in his eye like a switch was just flipped in his head.

as soon as he slides himself in, he’s groaning into your neck and starting to hump you like a crazed animal. holding your legs open while he pounds his tip against your special spot, pulling back and sitting upright on his calves to look down. watches the way his length gets coated in your blood from his balls to the inches that are buried deep inside. it becomes really, really hard to ignore the way his limbs begin to lock-up with the building pressure in his gut. like a rubber band being pulled taut—just about ready to snap. “fuck, fff-fuck, so hot,” he moans, pelvis snapping against the backs of your thighs, “feelin’ better? s’feel good for you, baby?”

you moan, coming to the realization that your cramps have, in fact, been somewhat dulled by the arousal bubbling and fizzing throughout your body. your fingers dig into his sides, then slide down his chest and over his happy trail. only a moment more and then they’re rubbing at your twitching clit. your back arches up and you cry out, squeezing around his dick and accidentally pushing more of your metallic fluids out of you. patrick watches your body do it like he’s watching a magic trick—completely enamored. he fucks you harder.

“don’t,” he pushes your hand away as he starts to pick up the speed of his thrusts, your entire body now being bounced with every movement, “lemme help.. i got you, baby.. ‘m almost there, please..”

he replaces your hand with his own and swipes quickly—messily—over your bundle of nerves. the way that you bear down on him in response only makes it harder to stay focused.

then the reality of his desires bursts in his chest.

“i love seeing your blood on my cock..” he groans out suddenly, like he just can’t hold the words in anymore, like it’s an epiphany of sorts; an awakening, “.. it’s gonna make me come.”

and he does. copiously.

slams himself in you balls-deep as soon as he watches you scream out in bliss, your climax giving him just the push he needs to get sent hurtling into his own. he’s left grasping at your hip and moaning your name and letting his load flood your core.

“g-ohh, haah, s’much.. keep comin’ for me, keep comin’, that’s it, oughh, you’re sucking me dry—“

pulls out after a couple of minutes of catching his breath with you and gasps when his oversensitive tip catches on your tightness. jaw slacks when he watches his creamy release spill out of you, mixing with your own juices. his eyes get stuck on the ruby-red color coating and sticking to your skin and his own. pretty, he thinks, so pretty.

he resists the urge to clean you with his tongue.

[build-a-stim]

cele-bear-ation bear pink (2010) for @corvoattanobignaturals-moved

X | X | X || X | X | X || X | X | X

[bubbytheliverstealingskeleton]

The silliess

Finally finished this yesterday after leaving it to sit mostly finished for like. A month

[harbingersecho]

heartbreak

[another-lost-mc]

Fallen angels with a breeding kink.

Angels aren't usually capable of reproducing, so the angels that like to get a little frisky can do so without consequence. It's something done for pleasure, a harmless bit of fun. But angels that are stripped of their titles and cast down to the Devildom, they learn quickly that everything's changed. Their bodies, their morals slowly chipped away in a bid for survival. The meaning of sex and intimacy changes too.

For fallen angels that weren't capable of creating life before, now they have that possibility. It's power, new and potent, a way of marking someone as their own, in a way no one else ever will if they have any say about it. It's possessive, almost animalistic passion, the overwhelming urge to claim someone as theirs, to be bound to them forever, in a way that wasn't possible before. Some of them might be enticed by the idea of offspring, some of them might not be. It doesn't matter - it's the defiant act itself, the freedom to choose that path if they want to that matters. It's a choice they never had, but now it resonates deep within them, satisfying some of the most primitive and instinctive urges of their newfound sin.

(And if they get a little petty satisfaction knowing how furious it must make Father to realize this truth, that they can still find new ways to defy him where they're no longer touched by his punishments, maybe they keep that to themselves.)

[rynfinity]

[numbuh424]

he's not having a good day

[tenderjock]

I’m with you, my love The lights shining through on you Yes, I’m with you, my love It’s the morning and just we two

[croudjay]

The time El Quackity blew us all away with his villain arc

[critterishere]

my wife ❤️