#fangs x

[gleafer]

AO3 tags* spittin’ facts! (He gave Azi the mug.)

*Tags: Soft Crowley. Bottom Crowley. Crowley cries during sex.

Honorable mentions: Crowley is a sweetheart. Crowley likes spanking. Crowley is currently hiding in the bathroom and contemplating escaping through the window (I made this one up).

[sad-endings-suck]

💕the father, the son, the virgin mother, and the holy spirit✨

(bottom right: art credit to polararts)

[dragonsholygrail]

Vampires are a very composed and prideful sort of monster and your Vampire bf is no different.

He is the picture of perfection and sophistication in all public regards. His posture is so straight you’d swear he was statue. His language is smooth and charming to the point where he could convince an orc he was actually a troll. At society events he is the one to talk to with a row of awaiting guests lined up down the halls. Always with you standing right by his side. While he keeps you close, aching to have you near, he’s always respectful in his acts around you.

As leader of his coven he has to be.

But he’s not like that when he’s alone with you. No, never. When you’re the only one around he finally feels free to be completely himself. Not having to put on a show for everyone while also maintaining all his responsibilities. In the quiet of your chambers he can simply be your mate. As you are his mate. His eternal love. And this affects him deeper than he realizes. He has more of a soft spot for you than even he can admit to himself at times.

Particularly when your Vampire bf drinks your blood. He swears he’s not addicted to it. To the flavors that dance and mingle amongst the copper tang, to the thick warmth that mimics your tender embrace as it coats his throat, to the spark of adrenaline akin to lightning that shoots through his body as your blood pumps through his veins. No, definitely not addicted…

Yet just one drop of your life force has him falling to his knees, whining and whimpering as he nuzzles into your stomach. But it’s important to know that he doesn’t beg— he never begs for it. That is one thing your Vampire bf always says for certain (denies). He definitely doesn’t beg.

Not even as he’s pounding into you from behind, the glide of his cock along your walls making your head spin. His face in your neck, inhaling deeply as he soaks up your scent. So you must mishear him every time he takes you whispering, “P-please, my heart. You know I need all of you. Jus’ wanna consume you, darling, please.”

Of course your neck is bared for him before either of you can utter another word. Yet you cry out as your Vampire bf’s hips jolt, slamming against that spot along your gummy walls at just the mere sight of the slope of your neck.

His fangs sink into your flesh with a quiet squelch that mirrors the wet noise echoing throughout the room as your hips meet with each thrust. Mirroring moans leaving you as you both melt into each other. Your powerful Vampire bf turning into a puddle of arousal at a single drop of your blood.

Loud whines fall past your bf’s lips and vibrate into your neck. You moan, head rolling back. The ecstasy of your bf sucking your blood meeting the intensity of his cock rutting into your pussy just right. Vampire bf rubs against you, desperate to touch every inch of your skin. His hands scouring and groping every soft bit of flesh he can get his hands on. Nuzzling impossibly deeper into your neck as he turns into a whimpering mess of senseless limbs.

All these sensations crash into each other, overwhelming you in the best possible way. They send you flying higher and higher until your orgasm washes over you and you’re mewling as you arch back into your Vampire bf. Your touch and the clenching of your cunt sends your bf into his own orgasm, both of you weakly riding out the waves of euphoria in each other’s arms.

His tongue laps at any remaining blood trickling out as his fangs release you. He brings you into his arms, his form surrounding and curling around you as you lay on the bed. His body hypertensive to touch but he nuzzles into you anyway, seeking more of your warmth.

You hold onto him tightly, swearing that nothing is better than when your sophisticated and proper bf morphs into a total mess. And only ever for you.

[manticore-fangs]

MY 141 dick analysis.

price’s dick will stretch any hole wide open, 2.2 inches in width and 7.1 inches length. uncut and really fucking heavy. everytime he takes his boxers off, it bounces just enough but doesn’t really move much. his foreskin doesn’t cover all of his tip, just enough for the tip of his tip to poke out from the foreskin, just half of the tip sticking out enough for you to stretch the skin back when you jack him off. his veins are very prominent and very thick and fat. you can feel them when he fucks up into your poor pussy. happy trail is gorgeous and thick with hair and he does trim his pubes but never shaves it all off.

when price pulls out, your pussy gapes just for a second before adjusting to its normal size. price finds that attractive. tip is a pale yet bright red when erect. but after when he comes he’s an angry red. half bright red, half dark red. has fat and heavy balls, they don’t hang very low nor do they hang high, around mid length. you can barely cup both of his balls in your hands, their fat. his dick is curved a lil upwards and is slightly curved more to the right.

price is probably the heaviest and girthiest of them all.

gaz’s dick is long in length. 7.9 inches, barely fits into your cunt with a 1-2 inches just sticking out (unless your a champ and can take all of that) width wise? 1.4 inches but makes up for it with length. is cut and he knows how to use his dick very well with thin girth. isn’t very heavy and everytime he takes his boxers off it hits his curly happy trail, leaving a kiss mark there. his balls are large, and hang slightly lower then prices. you kinda need two hands to cup his balls, only filling up a small about of both of your hands. keeps his happy trail thin and pubes around the same as prices but trims it more nicely.

his tip is an angry red when erect, but when he comes his tip turns a very dark red. has one very angry vein on the side of his dick, very, very prominent and you can feel it pulse just a lil’ bit when he’s inside you. his dick is curved to the left.

gaz has the lengthiest dick of them all.

simon’s dick is pretty average in my opinion. 6.4 inches in length and 1.6 in width, is cut and has a few veins but he’s curved upwards so his tip can hit that good spot in you. he has more veins then price and gaz. you can feel the small ridges of them too, leaving you too whimper and whine for more. he has decent balls, they hang pretty high and are a decent size. you can cup them both in one of your hands.

his happy trail is short but he never really trims, it’s a lil scratchy and he does trim it with scissor if it gets a little long but it never bothers him as he kinda doesn’t bother to take care of down there. his tip is a very pale pink, you think it’s kinda white but you see a few tints of pink. but when he comes his tip turns into a pale yet brighter red. is sorta heavy so when you take off his boxers he bounces enough but doesn’t hit his happy trail and nor does he bounce just a lil bit like price. a decent jump when his dick is free from his boxers.

simon is average.

johnny? lord, he’s 6.9 in inches and 1.9 in width. he’s uncut and his foreskin barely covers his tip. his tip is very thick and his foreskin barely covers it, almost looking like he is cut. but he isn’t. his happy trail is thick and has plenty of hair. he never shaves and never trim’s his pubes and happy trail, uses scissor to trim it if you say it’s scratchy but other then that it doesn’t bother him much. has two thick fat veins on each side of his dick and they pulse when inside you. his balls hang low and are pretty fat and hairy. you can cup them with one hand but barely.

his tip is an bright red when erect but when he comes it turns into an angry dark pale red. he’s curved a bit down and curves to the right more then price. when he removes his boxers his cock doesn’t move really. it’s kinda heavy but it does bounce more then prices.. but doesn’t bounce as high.

johnny is more than average.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 177

Now Dan is no coward. He’s not. 

But this stupid child body does have an effect on his reactions to things and honestly it’s a horrible thing that’s too small and too weak for him to use all his abilities. He could barely manage a fireball if he concentrated, yet everything caught fire with a mere outburst! His control was utterly gone, and a tantrum resulted in having to wear a stupid child leash backpack. 

It wasn’t like he was really a child, and it wasn’t like he’d get lost or some stupid shit that Danny would insist. Ugh, this isn’t even fair, technically he was older than him yet was stuck in a smaller body that he kept tripping over! 

Urgh, he’s even insisting on rewarding ‘good behavior’ and shit- must have talked to Jazz or something- because… Oh. No he wants the constellation bear, give! His star bear now, no takes back and, urgh, stupid baby body! 

Well, on the other hand, it’s utterly hilarious how much Danny sputters whenever he calls him Mom, not to mention strangers’ utter befuddlement. He ignores how Danny seems to be trying his best to live up ro the title. 

But! As he was saying, he’s no coward! He’s also not an idiot though, and having no control over his powers isn’t exactly a good thing. It’s really not a good thing when there’s a murderous-looking hero that he thinks he might have maimed in the future- which they apparently remember- staring down at him. So, he has to call in the big guns to fix this. 

“Mom, there’s a creepy fruitloop staring at me!” “There’s WHAT?!” Hah. Take that hero he doesn’t remember the name of.

(Behold the Grumpiest of Babies)

[gunsatthaphan]

"I like what you're wearing."

[lno-x]

Vash is Doctor Who coded character if you understand what i am mean

[jimmysea]

WE ARE THE SERIES (2024) - Episode 16

[kookydoodleky]

I know I’ve been missing for a while so here are some monster girls cuddling and kissing :) 👍

[syoemei]

love bite

[kexing]

Is this romantic already? We can get even more romantic.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

im not sure what it ia, but i LOVE the little remora. i love it i love it i lvoe it

it makes me insane id love to groom ghosts scales, and everyone elses scales. i want to clean soap up, even if he see's poor ol remora as a toy to play with, i just wanna scrub them all up!

(i love this already. i love mer's)

the more shark mer Ghost pushes you away the more you wanna take care of him so so bad <3

you find yourself pouting a lot at Ghost’s surly attitude, darting up and down his big scarred body, as he tries to nap. tries to, but can’t.

it has nothing to do with you. he has these bouts of insomnia. but they make his temper real short.

regardless! you insist he needs to let you groom him. it’s been days. you get twitchy when he makes you skip your daily grooming with him. the rituals. the rituals are intricate.

“i’m trying to rest, you little pest,” he growls. "come back later. or not at all."

you tell him (tartly) that he said that yesterday and the day before.

“i meant it then and i mean it now. go away before i decide to chase you off.”

like he would. he hardly exists during the day as anything but a grumpy seafloor log. you swear you’ve seen bottom-feeders start nibbling on him he’s so inert.

(nibbling on him is your job.)

you settle down on the sand next to him on your stomach. you don't touch him yet, but he's just within reach. you stare at his pale, scarred sharkshin with bright eyes, practically vibrating in place.

he can feel your eyes on him. worse—he can feel the impatient flicking of your tail fin agitating the water as you stare at him. how can such a small creature be so terribly full of want, he wonders. your anxious energy is like too much salt in his gills.

“i will bite you," he warns. “i’m not in the mood.”

rationally, you know he doesn't like to be touched sometimes, no matter how you insist he'll feel better once he's clean. and still your anxious mind won't calm down until you're absolutely sure you've made yourself useful.

you lay your palms on the silt, fingers inching silently closer to him.

he growls, low and dangerous. the one that means he’s run out of patience and is about to make good on his threats.

you jolt and flatten yourself against the sand in instinctive submission. you’re not a threat, see? you’re harmless. you’re basically just a little piece of seaweed, c’mon.

your instant compliance does nothing to calm him. if anything, the sight of your immediate surrender drives him to double down.

he grabs you by the by the nape of your neck and lifts you up to eye level. “i warned you not to touch me.”

your stupid little heart leaps because all his attention is on you now. you want to wrap your hands around his eagerly, want to reach out and touch his chest. but you can only get close enough to skim his chest with your clawtips.

the sensation only makes him tense.

you quickly bring your hands in and wring them, trying to stop being a bother. "please can i—"

he glares down at you, teeth bared. “no,” he snaps. cold, firm, immediate.

but the more he tries to repel you, the more desperately you want to please him. to get back into his good graces. you feel every bit the creature full of anxiety and neuroses he thinks you are--always trying to figure out how to feel useful and stay on the other mers' good side.

he can see that in your eyes—the desperate need to be useful. it’s what he hates most about you. he can't stand how compliant you are at this moment. how desperate. how eager you are to please even after he's been nothing but cruel to you.

he squeezes you. your body thrums nervously in his grip.

“you little parasite. what part of ‘don’t touch me’ is so hard for you to understand?”

all of it. you stare up at him with big, blank eyes.

“you can't get the simplest instructions through your thick skull, can you?"

you shake your head (kind of, best you can) in his grip as a shameless display of agreement. he’s right, you’re stupid. so stupid.

Ghost scowls. eager, willing to degrade yourself at the smallest fucking thing.

"don't tell me you're getting off on this.”

okay! you won’t.

at that, you see the look in his eye shift from anger to something more devious. your response is so quick and willing that he can't help but smirk.

of course. of course you’d comply. no matter how hard he pushes, how cruel he is, you simply ask for worse. you're a little masochist. a nuisance. worse, you’re his nuisance. you insist on being around him, on seeking him out every bloody day.

he tolerates your presence. that's more than anyone else gets. and you take the precious little patience he gives you and wear it threadbare??

he can’t abide that. he can’t let your audacity go unchecked.

"look at you," he hisses. "eager to debase yourself at the first sign of anger. don't you think that's just pathetic?"

you nod enthusiastically.

mindless creature. willing to let him treat you any way he wants if it means attention. pitiful.

"say it," he growls.

you do. you happily tell him you’re pathetic.

“that you are. finally, something sensible out of that pretty mouth.”

you’re wired—fucking blitzed at the mere implication of good girl in his tone.

“and you're my little parasite. mine to do with as i please."

your whole body wants to curl in delight, your tail twisting like an eel in the sand below you as he eases you onto your back.

his eyes rake over you. you are the picture of obedience and submission, all pinned down and ready.

“look at you,” he rasps. “so desperate to please me. you’d do anything i tell you right now, yeah?”

yes. yes. anything.

he leans in and puts his mouth to your ear. "then let me sleep."

then he’s gone.

you lay in the sand in blank, sexually charged confusion.

by the time you slap your tail into the sand to twist yourself up into the water, half-flustered and hot-tempered, you see the ends of Ghost’s chewed-up tailfins disappear into his favorite dark cave.

before you can give chase, the familiar shape of Soap passes overhead, and he's chuckling as he dives down to you.

Soap’s grin widens as he watches your face cycle through frustration, confusion, and irritation.

you can’t believe Ghost would do that to you.

“of course he’d do it,” Soap says. he saw the whole thing.

you bluster and he coos a little teasing sympathy at you, ushering you up into his arms instead. poor wee cuttlefish, he calls you. lays it on thick because he knows you're looking for a place to expend all that pent up energy now.

he whisks you away somewhere more private so you can tend to him instead. groom him all you want. tell him your troubles. maybe let him make good use of your compliant nature. he tells you it’s a good way to make Ghost jealous.

meanwhile, Ghost is finally able to snooze contentedly, dreaming of you, maybe. he does owe you a little thanks for that small catharsis you gave him.

...

more mer au / more Ghost / masterlist tag

[starrforge]

Older doodle >q<!

[derekstilinski]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH 🏴‍☠️ Izzy + Frenchie

[itsallaboutbl]

kind of obsessed with these two gifs negl

[heretherebedork]

This is basically my favorite thing ever. Just this exact moment. Tan deciding that the only thing he can do about Fang giving him the sign is to eat his hand and it's so cute and Fang just loves him so much.