#dnd imagine

[fandomnerd9602]

Doric: my human parents didn’t want a tiefling child

Y/N: I want a tiefling

Doric:

Y/N: I-I mean I’d like to have a tiefling child. It’s not like I find you extremely attractive or anything. Youregorgeous what?

Doric: you seem awkward…and cute. I like you

[hippopotamusdreamer]

DND Night 1

genre. C, AU warnings. None w.c. 349 synopsis. Just a bunch of college students come together to play dnd for the first time.

“Ok Steve, your turn. Character name and race with a little backstory,” you asked him from your position at the head of the dinning table. Since the others went before him, you took a moment to gather their spare character sheet for your DM file.

“Um, I’m not sure if I did it right but I tried and therefore you can’t fault me,” Steve stated before picking up his character sheet to read from.

“Alright Daniel Radcliff, spill it,” Nat joked from her spot next to you earning a chuckle from some members of the group, you included.

Steve cleared his throat in an attempt to stall before taking a centering breath. “I chose a human knight. He was a lowly stable boy in the kingdom of Brooksdale. He managed to become a squire with the help of the princess. Then he slowly made his way through the ranks until he became a Knight-Captain. Uhhh, heee, what did he do?” He questioned to himself, eyebrows furrowing as he got lost on the page.

“Oh! He and the princess had gotten close throughout his training that they even considered eloping. But word got to the king and had him banished from the kingdom. Now he’s wondering the land trying to get back to his lost princess.”

Appraisal was heard around the table as everyone enjoyed his character background.

“Good job, Stevie. Forbidden romances are always a nice touch. And you left it open-ended which could be good if we wanted to bring something from you past further along in the campaign. Now all I need is your spare character sheet and his full name.” you say reaching a hand out for the sheet you’ve asked for.

Steve became flustered in his seat as he stared at the name he’d written down.

“Uhh, it’s Knight-Captain A-m-u-r-e-k-a,” he spells out, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.

Everyone took a moment to try to sound out what their friend had wrote.

“Am..? Amuree…?”

“Americ-”

.

.

.

“Oh my god”

“Jesus Christ”

“Are you serious??”

“Did you just name you goddamn character Knight-Captain America??”

a/n. We back??? ionno BUT I did lose my entire tag list from years ago, so here we are...

[narii696]

It's a bit silly but let's take a witch and instead of giving her animal familiar lets give her a plant

Like full blown cat shaped cactus fighting by my side

Witch after a tough fight watering her familiar:

You caused enough chaos for one day Mr Spikes

[bunnieswithknives]

The animatic is done!! 💕

[dreaming-tonite]

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x f!reader

Warning: unprotected p in v sex, mating press, slight breeding kink, pussy drunk Kurt, mild possessiveness, pwp

Word count: ~1.3k

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and the springs of your poor mattress creaked beneath your back each time the joint weight of your bodies sunk down into the rumpled sheets. The salacious mewls of your own voice rang in your ear together with slurring words in a language you did not understand rumbling against your skin in between his near animalistic grunts.

"Kurt— hmph! Oh, oh, right there—"

When you think about taking intimacy with Kurt to the next stage, you had guessed mutually respectful making out, second base at a god-respecting distance, and maybe some biblical approved (post-marital) missionary at its furthest.

Whatever expectation you had in mind, it was not this.

He was not the most muscular mutant on the team by far, but even his lean muscles could keep you trapped under him with his entire weight flushed against yours. Your vision fogged over each time his cock hilted in you, slamming hard and deep at a merciless pace. The stiff tip of his length rubbed against your sensitive walls and his grip on your thigh deepened every time you squeezed around him as if you were still begging for more.

Being with Kurt was a dream come true. He was charming, chivalrous, well-mannered without being dull. Even his touch on your skin when you pulled him into your room and locked the door behind you was gentle, his glowing eyes on you constantly as his hand inched higher and higher into your shirt like he was ready to back away the moment you showed any hint of regret. But you were determined to show him how badly you wanted him after waiting for so long. His back stiffened when the tip of his finger reached the underside of your chest and you arched your back into his touch, gripping him by the wrist and slipping his hand under your bra.

His groping became more certain at your clear indication of eagerness before clothes were scattered on the floor while you stumbled your way to the bed, the soft kisses and kitten licks turning into kiss marks at the side of your neck and canines dragging along your skin. You gasped when he finally entered you, your arousal running down your quivering legs when he bottomed out of you the first time, his head throwing back as a silent sigh left his lips.

You were warm around him and you made the most delectable sounds every time he pushed into you that he couldn't help but crave more, more, more.

Your legs hooking around his waist was not enough, he needed to be closer to you, needed to be deeper in you. Your pussy fluttered around the sudden emptiness when he pulled out of you, the swollen tip of his erection dripping in pre. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips when your handsome lover fisted his cock, spreading the white bead all over your lower lips as he dragged his length along your needy sex.

He took you by surprise when his hand first found the underside of your thigh, pushing it up until your knee could almost touch your chest.

Your hand went to grip the sheets when he buried his entire length in you without warning, his pelvis now snug against the backside of your hips as he kept your leg in place. You tried to dig your nails into the bed for leverage as his pace picked up but he was faster, his free hand shooting up to intertwine with your fingers in a firm grasp before pinning it above your head.

Arching uncontrollably at this new angle he was fucking you in, the shocking waves of pleasure were too much to withhold. Your body grew hotter and hotter by the second and you tried to push yourself away from the mind-numbing sensation. But drunk in the ecstasy of your proximity and his primal instinct kicking in, his tail found your ankle before his mind even knew it when you dug your heel trying to scramble away. You couldn't help but whimper at the dominance of the act, the near possessive coil around your ankle making you feel as if you were in heat, craving to be filled and claimed by the only one who could make you feel so good.

His lips found yours hungrily as he leaned his weight against you, swallowing the sinful moan that ripped from the back of your throat when he hit the spongey spot deep inside you. Both of your legs bent and pressed against your body in the perfect position for him to ram into you, his hand squeezing yours each time he thrust.

"Schatz, mein schatz," wet, hot breath trailed at the side of your exposed neck as you made out the little you could understand from the drunken syllables strung together by his lust, "so beautiful, and all mine—"

His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, your only hand that he had not pinned down clinging desperately to his shoulder for leverage.

A possessive tick that would have scared him had he been in a clear state of mine overtook his reason and as you stared at him all lust-filled and glossy-eyed, a sudden anger rose at the pit of his stomach as his core tightened. Fresh marks were forming on your skin and it was certain that evidence of his passion would adorn your skin all over from how hard he was holding onto you.

But it did not seem to be enough.

The idea, no matter how faint and impossible it was, that someone else could have what was his and his alone made his blood boil.

"Gonna fill you up, liebling," you could only nod weakly in response with how good he was fucking you, his grunts snarly in your ear and dripping in want, "fill you up nice and full so you could feel it for days."

"Yes, yes please," his words were lost on you but god, would you say yes to anything he said as long as he kept doing what he was doing, "I'm yours, all yours!"

He moaned loudly at the thought, such a pretty noise coming from his lips as his cock ravished your abused hole. Bodies melt into one under the joint heat radiating off your skin, the soft fuzz of his fur sending tingles along your skin each time his body surged against yours.

Toe-curling rushes of euphoria washed over your body as he stilled inside of you, your walls clenching and spasming around him as you rode out your orgasm. Warmth flushed your senses as he came inside of you, hot desire pumping deep inside you like he promised. You returned gladly when he leaned down to kiss you while the last of his seed painted your insides. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you..." his voice cracking at the end of each word in a sudden moment of vulnerability, almost like he was on the verge of tears from the emotion and sensation filled high.

Kurt's body crashed into yours and his grip on you loosened as he opted to hold you against his chest inside. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, his scent soothing you as your bodies stayed connected. Still sensitive, you sighed weakly in contentment when he grew limp inside of you, his release threatening to leak out of you as your walls fluttered.

"I love you."

You heard his loving declaration from the back of his chest, his voice soft as his breathing slowly steadied.

You smiled, closing your eyes so that all you could feel was him, "I love you too."

[deathlywounded]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how Du Drow never really liked Halsin and had this conception that all Druids were annoying hippies because I think my little death-obsessed mushroom herding killing machine Revna and him would get along very well. (In Athios' case he would develop a certain kind of fascination when faced with another Durge. Would have the friendly competitiveness of an odd kid finally meeting another equally odd kid.)

I’ve been wanting to do a tribute comic featuring this guy for a while now, but reading the latest response Meanboss gave to a fellow Druid enjoyer made it feel like a physical necessity.

Du Drow belongs to @meanbossart

Thank you for sharing Drow with the community! I have an endless love for artists and creators who create full lore-filled stories for their characters. 🖤

Now the only thing left in my mind is a question, would he eat the mushrooms? 🍄👹

[yazmosyam]

Funny thing

[heybiji]

[thestuffedalligator]

It's been said before, but goddammit I love the material components for spells in D&D. They're so stupid.

Detect Thoughts requires a copper to cast. Gust of Wind needs beans. Sunbeam requires a magnifying glass. Passwall uses sesame seeds.

Darkvision needs fucking. Carrots.

[fandomnerd9602]

Edgin: got the plan?

Y/N: nope.

Edgin: what?! Why not?!

Y/N: I was too focused on Doric. I just want her to wrap that beautiful tail around me

Doric walks by and kisses Y/N…

Doric: I just may have to

Y/N:

[neon-ufo]

Pin-up of my goliath barbarian, Welle Oods! 💋 I changed the colours of this like five times before I was finally happy with how it looked. I think the final result is pretty fun!

[hippopotamusdreamer]

DND Night 2

genre. C, AU

warnings. Threatening of character

w.c. 455

synopsis. Just a bunch of college students come together to play dnd

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“So Steve,” you said suddenly after a lull in the conversation at the table. He jumped in his seat as you get the blonde’s attention from his game notes.

“Yes!?” Eyes wide at suddenly being called on.

“This mystery elf, she looks at you and just stares you down hard,” you explained while staring Steve down, getting into your role from DM to rogue elf. “She’s looking at you and in a serious voice goes,” you cleared your throat as you changed your voice to suit the character you were portraying. “‘Ai shor mol o eiloli ail os maer cestal.’”

Steve looked lost and confused at the words you’ve just said to him.

“Now, before it’s translated, who here knows elvish again?” you asked the other members of your campaign party.

Instantly, Nat, Clint, Wanda, and Tony raised their hands.

“Wait, Clint, you know Elvish?” Wanda questioned.

“Yeah, with the special roll Y/N let us all do, my extra ability was an extra language. So, my dwarf fighter was able to learn Elvish,” Clint explained.

“Cool cool cool, I’m gonna make a group chat and you can save it as ‘D&D elf group’ or something. And from there, I’ll start sending elf translations so y’all can at least “know” what everyone is saying. After the session, I’ll send a link to so that next time we can use it for the Elvish speakers. Good?”

A series of acknowledgement was heard around the table.

“Perfect! Alright, so here is what the elf said to our dear beloved Knight-Captain,” you said while typing out on your cell. Hitting send you sat, happily waiting for what was about to happen.

“Oh fuck…”

“Holy shit.”

“Well, it’s not like it wasn’t warranted, Knight-Captain Amureka was being a dick to her culture,” Nat laughed out, grin on her face.

“Hey! I wasn’t trying to be,” Steve cried. “My dice are against me, made me roll a nat 1 and ended up stepping all over the druidic alter!”

“Elf…loving…fucks…heart,” Tony spoke up while saving the name of his group chat. He looked up as the room grew quiet. He was taken aback by the looks he was receiving. “What?” He then looked backed down at the phone in his hand, immediately wincing.

“Ooooh, oh wow. Yikes,” he belatedly stated while giving Steve a pitying look.

“What? What did she say?” Steve asked, practically begging to understand. An uneasy look plastered on his face.

“Can we tell him?” Clint asked.

“If you want,” you answered with a shrug.

Clasping a sturdy hand on his friend’s shoulder, Clint leaned into him. “She said that she’ll skin you alive in your sleep dude.”

Steve just frowned at Y/N as she threw him a wink.

© hippopotamusdreamer, est 2024. all rights reserved.

[guhbwuh]

testing new brushes so orc ghost and soap.

[monstersholygrail]

more skeleton suiter. he seems like he likes books.

Referring to this fic

You twirl your hair as you walk through Skeleton Suitor’s living room, looking through all of his ancient looking bookshelves. You two had decided to go to his house this time.

At first, you had invited him over to your place where you could show him movies. And that ended up leading to you showing him how to kiss which… lead to some other stuff. But now here you are in his bachelor pad. At least you think it would be a bachelor pad by his standards anyway.

When you had first gotten to his place, you were embarrassed to admit you were shocked to see a vast and aged manor on a large plot of land that he had owned for a long time. Really, you shouldn’t have been surprised. He was an Eldritch Lich after all, he’s been around forever. And nothing about him really screamed “modern.”

Still, it took you by surprise. Or maybe what really surprised you was the fact that a guy you were dating was actually a home owner and not some deadbeat like the others in the past.

Now you peruse his many books on the countless shelves that fill his home. You wonder how one person can read so many things before you remind yourself that he’s been around a lot longer than you realize.

His eyes are on you now, watching you. Waiting for you to react to his home.

“Read to me?” Is the first thing you ask before you whirl around to face him.

The bone of his jaw drops and you can tell you’ve taken him by surprise. The flames in his eyes flicker with interest though.

“Is that what you wish? Wherever did such a request come from?” He asks, his voice a delicious deep raps that reminds you of just what that tongue in his mouth can do.

You only give him a shy little shrug, reaching out to fiddle around with one of the books on his shelf. Unknowingly picking one of the nastiest toe-curling smut books written in his original Lich language.

“I showed you human culture last time so this time read me something from yours. You like to read, right?” You ask as you hold the book for him to take.

Pleasantly surprised by your request, your Skeleton bf nods in response, smiling as best as he’s able. The two of you naturally fall onto the couch, his hard body spooning you from behind as he holds the book out for you both to see.

Yet it doesn’t take long after he starts reading to realize your mistake. Not only in what book you accidentally chose but also in underestimating how turned on you’d get by the sound of his deep raspy voice.

His voice washes over you like waves crashing along the shore, shooting tingly sparks down your spine. You grow more aware of your surroundings the longer he translates the book into a language you can understand. His chest is pressed right against your back, his voice seeping right into your ear. His lack of breath only makes you squirm more against him.

As the book gets more dirty, one smut scene after the next, arousal courses through you, demanding to be satisfied. By now your panties are completely soaked through and you can’t stop thinking about it no matter how much you try. Not even listening to him reading anymore, your mind so consumed with need.

“Would you like to try this scene? Perhaps it’ll allow you to focus more,” your Skeleton bf suddenly muses, jolting you out of your thoughts.

A deep blush spreads across your cheeks and down your neck and your bf watches it, finding the life force inside you so tempting and arousing. It was a sign of the blood that flows through your veins and there was nothing sexier to him than seeing your life force thrive. It’s obvious both of you are too riled up to focus so you hesitantly nod and watch as your bf’s eyes spark a lustful red.

You lay back down on the couch, watching closely as your bf gently but quickly rids you of your clothes while keeping his on as the scene in the book demanded. He spreads your thick thighs as far as they can go on the narrow couch and stuff himself between them, groaning at the feel of your flesh beneath his palms and the scent of your arousal.

The only warning you get is seeing his long tentacle tongue flick out, wetting his bony mouth, before he dives right in lapping at your drooling cunt and devouring you like a man starved.

You cry out, hips bucking as sparks race through your body and shoot straight down to your clit. The aphrodisiac venom that coats his tentacle tongue works its magic. Your body growing unbearably hot till you writhe against him in your impatience and your mind growing deliciously hazy as you let it take hold.

Luckily his bony fingers are right there to dig into your plush softness and drag you back harder against his mouth as his tentacle explores all your depths, ensuring every single inch of you is covered in his aphrodisiac. It only takes minutes to work before you’re a dripping mess, copious amounts of your slick pushing out with every flutter of your cunt.

And your bf is right there to happily lick it up, which only gives him more to eat. He could stay there, right between your thighs for the rest of his very long life. Living off of nothing but the sweet nectar of your cunt.

“So messy, my sweet. Making such a mess, aren’t you? Worry not, I’ll clean you right up,” he says darkly, his words sounding more like a threat than anything else and you shiver against him.

With a fierce growl his tentacle tongue plunges deep inside you once again, fucking you with his mouth like he’s trying to scoop out your insides and drag them right into his eager mouth.

The aphrodisiac venom has your body pulsing and you can’t hold on any longer as you cum hard, your vision flashing white as you soak your bf’s face till your essence is dripping off his cheeks and chin. He works you through your orgasm, drinking up every drop you offer him, only shifting away hesitantly when you push at his shoulder.

Even though his venom still rolls through you, begging for another release, the overstimulation has you twitching and panting already. Seeing your need for a break, your bf returns to holding you in his embrace, picking his book back up.

“Shall we continue?” He asks and you marvel at him, bewilderment in your gaze.

Yet his words only inflame your simmering lust, the double meaning behind them affecting you more than you thought possible. And you know he won’t even manage to finish the chapter before you’ll need to have him again.

[caninescreations]

sketch dump bc i cannot get my mind off this fic + comic abt the fallout of shifter!stan verse jurassic park adventure from that one ask bc i would die and kill for dark lord's emma may. also stan just... mossing himself and glomming onto ford? peak.

the scrapbook. can i talk about the scrapbook???? the fucking love and care that ford put into making it??? for stan???? for stan his brother stan that he loves so much he made that????? stan trying out a moustache for like. a day and everyone hating it.

i love how sopping wet baby shapeshifters are they're like weird gross little wet cats and i want to smoosh them gently.

[gammija]

idk if anyone wanted more tiefling jon stuff, but regardless, here it is