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ghoulphile · 4 months

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I am RATTLING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE WITH EXCITEMENT!!!! do you have an idea of when the chapter will be up???

this is me rn:

and.... bc i love you, here's a treat ❤️~

Then broad palms slide beneath the rucked up hem.

The calloused fingers of one hand chart a path up the line of your stocking, Cooper’s blunt nails skipping across nylon until sheer fabric blends into a delicate dusting of lace covered elastic. The other cups your thigh, his thumb tucking under the garter strap to caress an angry indent.

You tremble.

“Soft and pretty; how the hell’d an old fella like me get so goddamn lucky?”

At the drag of roughened skin, your clit twitches. Meanwhile, goosebumps prickle down your bare arms, baby hairs standing on end as axons fizz and pop. You sigh. “Cooper — oh, I need you — please.”

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Keep talking to me, sugar.”

The unexpected drag of a forefinger over the front of your panties catches you off guard, sends you reeling as a bitten off mewl tears itself from your throat. Your hands shake as you struggle to restrain yourself, hyperaware of the tranquil silence of the apartment interrupted only by an occasional murmur of the TV from down the hall.

“Don’t! I - I can’t--”

Even though the fabric keeps Cooper from touching bare skin, the grind of his knuckles along your pussy feels like a punch to the gut. Your toes curl and your hands yank at the roots of his hair. “Hhn!”

“Thought you said you could keep quiet. Did you lie to me, sweetheart?”

“No, I promise I can. Just not when you d-do things like that…”

His brow quirks. “Why don’t we put that to the test then?”

“Cooper, what’re you — hng! S-Shit, I--!”

He circles the swollen nub of your clit with his thumb, humming in approval when it twitches against the pad of his finger before inching down to the damp seat of your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked. I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you like this.”

As he plays with the sticky evidence of your arousal, tracing your folds and teasing at your entrance, shame burns quick and bright. Coils behind your navel, a viper in the shade, as little sparks of black thread through blooming passion.

Bastard.

You sniffle, glaring at him through teary eyes. “You said you wouldn’t tease.”

Tiny aftershocks rock through your frame as your legs clamp around his flexing wrist; nerve endings raw and exposed. The languid strokes of his fingers are tantamount to torture.

You’re going to burn up, supernova bright, if he doesn’t stop.

Who knew being silent was so hard?

You’d never struggled before (then again, maybe that says something about the sex you’ve been having) but Janey’s a room away. There’s no other choice, and you’ve wanted this for too long to stop now.

“Well, now, I don’t recall making any promises.”

Cooper smiles, pulling back the hood of your clit through the thin layer of ruined fabric with startling accuracy. His palms stop the squirm of your hips as you try to arch away, electric shocks lancing through you at the rough friction against exposed nerves.

“Guess I can’t seem to help myself. It’s your fault for looking so pretty.”

He’s the furthest from apologetic.

In fact, his voice is low and whiskey rough — full of grit and gravel.

It scrapes down your spine, sinks into your bones. Makes your eyes squeeze shut as you chew on the fat of your lip. A fever creeps up the sides of your neck, settles into the apples of your cheeks; the skin swollen and tight like a sunburn.

A shaky noise of disbelief tumbles from your mouth.

“Don’t lie,” you mumble, your hands flying up to cover your face. His chest vibrates with a snicker and your shoulders tuck towards your ears, elbows drawn into your ribs. “I know you’re loving this, Mr. Howard.”

Cooper groans.

When you peek through splayed fingers, your breath catches.

White lightning. Silken heat.

His dark gaze rests past your chin, caressing the compressed swell of your breasts with avarice. Your arms pushed them up past the neckline of your sundress, the dainty trim of lace mere inches away from exposing your nipples.

“Well, well, well. Looks like I’m not the only one, sweetheart.”

A hand extricates itself from the skirt, snaking up your torso to palm over a curve of exposed skin, fingertips testing the plush weight of your chest with a gentle squeeze. “How long were you planning on this happening, huh?”

“I--”

“Ah,” Cooper tsks, dragging his thumb over where your nipple is, “None of that now. An honest question deserves a proper answer, don’t you think?”

Your hands press on the back of his to strengthen his touch. White static dances along your nerve endings, your nipple pulling into a tight peak as a fluttery sensation roosts in the valley between your hips.

“Since,” your lips tremble on an exhale, and when you swallow, it feels like shards of glass, “since the beginning… Was waiting for the day you’d look at me — see me. Nothing worked, and I almost gave up. But then I caught you staring, and I — Coop, please.”

#asks #fic: janey’s dad

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Me being the 4th person sent to her table. I'm sweating, gulping, trembling like a leaf, and smiling nervously. I place all the dishes I'm carrying in front of her. Which isn't nearly enough.

"Apologies m-ma'am, the o-other entrees need a bit m-more t-t-time to prepare. In the-Would you b-b-be interested in s-some c-complimentary wine?"

[Hhn I rushed this because I lost steam.]

TW: Vore thoughts.

Vorticia hisses.

Peckish isn't doing it justice today. Neither is famished. Being the Queen of Gluttony is hard work, but being a mother manages to be harder still.

Especially when one of her kids is being stubborn. She can only nag and warn so much until her patience is all but decimated and she has to leave so as to not make a scene. Thus, Vorticia's respite is her grand dinner tonight.

She specified wanting nothing less than the best of the best, from her Ring, from beyond Perdition- Betrayer, if it wasn't such a rushed decision on her part, she would have requested for that mushroom monster's services. He's better than a full-blooded glutton at what he does, which is bizarre enough to make Vorticia wonder if he's not just a tiny fraction demonoid in nature.

As she lounges, facing the table alone, the Queen's rational side acknowledges that the delay in her servant's work is due to poor timing, poor arrangements. They can't perform miracles-

But that doesn't stop her from slamming her fist on the table and sending a vicious rattle of a snarl through the halls, no doubt making the very kitchens quake in terror. The long-since emptied trays clatter and some tumble off the side entirely.

Maybe she should just storm in there herself, pick and choose from the gaggle of lousy fuckers making her wait...

" Remember, she likes it when you smile, so get in there and give her a big old heartthrobber! "

You stare at the greenish imp with complete bewilderment, hands on the entrée-full cart you're about to carry into the dinning hall.

How did it come to this?

One day you're working business as usual, the next you, and all your coworkers, find out the bastard made a deal he just couldn't commit to- And the high-ranker he slighted decided that payment would come in the form of lives. Your lives. You don't know where the rest of your coworkers are, things got messy quickly when you entered Gluttony. Most of them are probably already dead, bits of their flesh stuck between a random demon's gnarled teeth.

Not you. You had the immense misfortune of ending up in the Queen's mansion. Her kitchen, actually. And while initially a part of you only wondered how painful it must be to have your organism boiled alive, or thrown into a furnace- The horned chefs and assistants made it very clear you weren't going into any sort of pan or platter.

You're going raw.

You're one of the Queen's little mice tonight.

Want to live a precious moment longer? Just make it interesting.

How you're going to do so when you're butt-ass naked and on the verge of tears, coming to terms with your own mortality, is anyone's guess.

" Y- You... You have to be fucking kidding me. I'm just supposed to- To go out there a- and smile?! "

The imp chortles, though the jolly mask slips off their face upon the tilt of a curly-horned head.

" Listen- We're all having a bad time right now. Don't make this about you. "

The fucking nerve.

" No! "

You're not going to walk into the jaws of whatever beast is making a racket beyond this long and ominous hall! That's madness, pure mockery! They're making a joke of your very existence, like you're some underpaid circus freak.

Eleri, as you've heard them being called, plucks a knife from one of the carts other imps are rapidly bringing into the dinning area. It's sharp, that much doesn't surprise you, what has you on edge is the way that it's hooked upwards, like it's meant to stab into your flesh and shred it as it's dragged upwards, snagging your entrails along, maybe even your soul.

It's a foul-looking thing and you know this imp will pierce you with it.

" You can get in there on your own two feet, or I can fetch a spare cart for your corpse, please choose quickly. "

You're going to die either way, but no, you can't let go of those few little moments that cooperating would offer you. Your silence speaks loud enough to echo through the walls.

" See? " They nod, peculiar eyes gleaming with no small amount of smarm. " Chin up! Make a good impression. "

The knife is set down on your own cart, Eleri accompanies you to the massive doorway leading to the dining hall, opening it with some effort to allow your entrance as well as the speedy getaway of mildly rattled kitchen staff.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of the Queen of Gluttony.

To be fair, you don't quite know what you were expecting. But it wasn't anything like her.

This absolutely massive "gigante" of a serpentine woman, all shimmering, sickly yellow scales from the top of a sharply flared hood to the very tip of a majestic tail... Are those mouths on her tail? They must be, each one sharper and bigger than the last. Your gaze flits to what you thought were adornments on her neck, but reveal themselves to be two extra heads, smaller, vaguely chaotic in the way they evaluate their surroundings, snipping and hissing at each other.

She's covered only by dark, thin-looking robes that exposed a well-fed belly and the sides of sizeable breasts. You'd never quite seen a serpentine female with a chest this defined... But by no way in Hell are you complaining, eyes stuck committing the details of each scale to memory- Amidst all the images of horror forever carved into your mind's eye, this one will stand as a dirty little outlier. Your destroyer, in her feminine, horrifying glory.

You suppose if you had to be consumed by anyone, it might as well be a person as enticing as her.

You walk inside with a mute gulp, eyes plastered to the spotless metal of your cart, a terrified reflection meeting you. Maybe if you're quiet and small enough, she'll mistake you for an imp and let you waltz back out like nothing was ever amiss. Now isn't that a hopeful thought?

Another sharp, cutting noise sends a shiver up your spine, and as soon as you steal a glance upwards, you find her eyes glued on you. Rich golden pools freeze you on the spot, and truly, the only thing that's missing here is the rat's tail that should be tucked between your legs.

The Queen observes you for long, painful, silent seconds while the imps around you scurry to lay things out on the table. You cannot find your will, your voice, your step. Fanged lips stretch upwards, her head tilting slightly in appraisal as you sweat, bare and fragile. When a servant warningly bumps your side, survival instincts kick in and you mimic them, placing entrées on the table's length and trying your best to ignore the scalding intensity of her gaze on your form.

If you run, she will hunt you. If you scream, she will rip you. If you cry, she will laugh.

This is a predator, and everything belies the fact that you've now entered a very dangerous game.

Smile, Eleri said, she likes it.

" ... Is thiss suppossed to be all? " The massive infernal being starts, and she doesn't need to raise her voice for fear to sink into everyone's bones.

The imps around you gulp and toss looks between themselves, trying to convince each other to speak first and chance evoking her wrath further, their tails curled around their midsections and legs protectively.

No one talks.

Something slams onto the ground out of nowhere, rocking the very room quake. It takes you a bit to realize it was her formidable tail.

" Answer me! "

You straighten like a plank.

And maybe because you're taller, maybe because you're naked, the Queen's gaze deviates towards you again, ever fiery.

Every second that passes adds another furious crease to her complexion, and even if rage is an admittedly majestic look on the monster woman, you'd like to milk this mockery of a dinner for all it can offer- Before she decides to sink her fangs through you. You need to speak. You need to say something, her bumbling assistants are only making it harder for you to stay alive here.

" A- Apologies ma'am, the- The other entrées need a little m-more time to prepare... "

You bullshit, doe eyes blinking upwards at the tyrant. She immediately makes a different expression, as if appalled you muttered anything at all. You hope the imps are smart enough to play along.

" Uuhhm- " Frantic eyes dart around, finding the surprisingly large bottle of what you assume must be some Hell-brand wine on your cart. " Would... Would you b- be interested in- In some complimentary wine? "

It's difficult to make yourself smile. It feels strained, more of a desperate showing of teeth than genuine emotion. A plea for mercy that you aren't sure you'll find in that scaly hide.

The Queen makes a show of deliberating on your offer, what was once a steady hiss melting into a much less acidic hum. Eventually, she adopts a different position, leaning forward and downward to be more at eye level with you. It's impossible to tell whether it's meant as a threat or a show of good faith.

So entranced with her eyes, you only now notice movement on the long table, clawed hands sliding towards you a goblet big enough to fit your head in. Wide, fear-addled eyes dart from the hellish inscriptions on it to her face, waiting.

Finally, after a pause where your very blood seems to pump hard enough to burst your poor veins -What a song it must be to her ears- The royal speaks.

" But of course. "

It comes out smoothly, soft, nowhere near the level of agitation and poison her previous outbursts had sported. It feels like mockery, at first. But when she doesn't strike a cruel blow atop you, you figure there's no time to waste.

Carrying the bottle itself is harder than you'd like, and as your form wobbles in fear and exertion, it's truly a miracle that none of the liquid spills out. You're not sure what she'd do to you if you ruined that expensive table cloth... Better not linger.

Courtesy of it's size, the length of time required to fill the goblet allows an awkward pause to stretch on between the two of you. The ceasing of goosebumps on your back is enough of a tell that the large woman has diverted her attention to something other than yourself. You don't look up when she snaps her fingers, instead hearing a cacophony of movement and rushed apologies as every single imp in the room leaves hurriedly.

Finally, you manage to tip the large glass bottle back in time to avoid another potential spill, setting it on the cart and feeling overly proud of yourself for not fucking it up. You sure are being a person right now.

Glancing back, the Queen has already lifted said container to her face. You stand politely, bare and sweating yet trying to seem as unbothered as possible, even going as far as trying to crack another pitiful smile at her. The monster woman holds you still as stone with her gaze as she sips her drink, and you dare not guess if her look is one of hunger, or desire when she scrolls the length of your figure.

The floor sure is interesting. Where are those tiles from? You wonder how much each singular piece is worth. If only-

" Sit. "

" P- Pardon, ma'am? "

A crease wrinkles her forehead for a second, this distant echo of the frustration she mostly managed to sweep aside. It says everything, you better not make her repeat herself.

" Ssit, human. Dine with me. "

Scales point to the empty chair opposite to Vorticia. It's large. Larger than it ought to be for someone as small as you, though this whole table looks lived in, as if many people -Many demons- Frequently gather around her.

It will only put a deceitful distance between you two, for no matter the position, you're always a mere reach of those gargantuan arms away.

Still, even if this is some cruel game of cat and mouse for her, you're not foolish enough to turn it down.

" Of course ma'am. "

And you sit, bare of ass on cold leather, alert enough that you can feel the patterns on it against your skin. You have no idea what to do with your hands or where to look.

She swirls the wine in her goblet pensively, still examining you like an oddity.

" Do you know where you are, dear? "

Dear...

" Hell. " You chance a peek at her eyes. " Gluttony. "

She smiles. " Do you know who I am? "

Your gulp was loud enough to echo. " The... The Queen? "

There's a sharp sound.

" Do you know who I am? " The demoness repeats.

Honesty might save you. " No, ma'am. "

" I guessed so. " And when she chuckles, a sound low yet feminine, elegant, you find yourself amazed for a moment. Charmed by the snake. " My name is Vorticia. "

You nod attentively, another stretch of silence unfolding before she pointedly raises a brow.

And such, you begin introducing yourself as well. Your name, where you come from, a piece or two of your identity dragged out by her intense staring.

" It's- It's a pleasure, ma'am. " Not really. At least not in these circumstances.

" Oh likewise. " Vorticia makes a dismissive gesture, grabbing a plate and sliding the entirety of its contents down her gullet fast enough that you hardly had time to guess what was on it.

" I simply musst ask- What brought you to my Ring? "

She says it as if you're no more than a tourist, here to sight-see in Gluttony.

" My- My boss. " You start, met with a blink from her. " He made a deal he couldn't finalize. As c- compensation, we were taken from our work directly into... Whatever nooks and crannies there are here. And I... I landed in your kitchen. "

The Queen makes an amused sort of hum, the sound rising to a "hhm!", as if it pleased her that this was the outcome.

" At my table no less. " She jests.

" Yea- Yes. "

Watching this woman destroy the entrées in front of her is nothing short of magical. They can barely be called entrées when they're more than twice the size of a proper main dish, but to her, they are truly less than morsels. Vorticia hardly chews, hardly tastes, opening those jaws, stretching them beyond sightly means just to stuff them down the hatch as soon as possible. A tongue, no two- Three?! Darting muscles clean everything she brings up to a T. And even if she carries herself with a flair nothing short of perfection, she eats like a fucking pig.

The noise of her slurping on plates and sucking the flesh off bones is as foul as it is oddly lewd to you, and it doesn't help that thick drool strings her lips to the cutlery, breaks on her chin. You almost imagine a different type of wetness on her scales, and her oblivious grin has you heating several degrees more.

" Are you not hungry? " Vorticia finally stops gorging to focus on your tense form.

Truthfully, you haven't touched a single thing on the table. Not that you aren't hungry, being next to so many gluttons in a short span of time has you famished. But politeness and terror keep you in check.

" I have invited you here out of the goodness in my heart, to eat with me, not sstand there like a limp animal! "

" I uhm... I- "

Looking at her face tells you something vital. She's extremely upset that you're not eating. That's the only thing those shrinking pupils and suddenly freezing room tell you. And, in hindsight, it makes sense. A glutton is offering you food -Which isn't something they just do- So to reject one's gift when it's already so hard for them to part ways with their meals is kind of like slapping one across the face.

Like slapping the Queen of Gluttony across her serpentine snout.

You don't want to do that.

" Eh- Ex- Excuse me! " You nearly chatter like a skeleton. " I'm just... In shock. "

Clawtips tap a slow rhythm on the table, her tail shifts, a spare hand urging you to elaborate.

Fuck it.

" In... In all fairness, Queen Vorticia, I thought I would be the dinner. "

...

Moments of silent blinking pass.

And then, surprisingly, she erupts in jubilant cackling. The most heartfelt, stupidly contagious bout of mad laughter you've ever heard. There's tears in her eyes.

" Oh, that's too cute. You're preciouss. "

Well. At least you made her laugh? The imp in the hall did say that was a good thing, that it would help in keeping you alive for just a minute longer. A heat settles on your cheeks when her fit of mirth dies down, and the demoness spares you a look far too soft.

It couldn't be that she's drunk already, could it? No. A goblet that small wouldn't even give her a buzz.

You almost don't mind her staring now.

" Would you like to be? "

Just as a sense of calm was tentatively trying to take hold of your limbs, it's thrown off the window again, and your eyes widen to almost the same width as the massive dinner plates on her table.

" Y- Your dinner? "

" Yess. "

What the fuck kind of question is that?

" N- No ma'am. "

She pouts. The Queen of Gluttony actually pouts at you, then shakes her head.

" Only a fool would reject a hungry glutton. "

And when Vorticia licks her scaly lips, tongues flirting with her fangs, darting their length in your general direction for a fleeting second, it all clicks in your fogged brain.

Realization dawns on you with the heat of a thousand suns, and thus, you simmer alive on the chair she so graciously offered you. At this rate, part of you will die in humiliation if a wet spot forms on it.

Maybe... Maybe you spoke too soon. It would certainly be a very memorable experience to be eaten out by such a formidable woman. Though there's nothing to say she won't get ahead of herself and simply gobble you up like a crouton mid-cunnilingus.

Even then, getting to orgasm before you perish is probably a merciful end. As merciful as the bowels of Hell can be to you.

" ... I misunderstood. " You eventually squeak, in disbelief you're actually going to try this.

The Queen rises in her seat, another breathy sound escaping her throat, not quite a hiss but just as sharp, inordinately pleased with your receptivity.

" Oh, we wouldn't want that now. " The Queen nearly purrs. " Come nibble, allow me to make things as clear as crystal. "

When the serpentine demoness starts clearing the space directly in front of her, you can only warily take a stand, not too eager but definitely curious. She beckons you with long fingers and the hypnotizing sway of a split tail.

When you've circumvented the long table to stand by her side, the royal gluttoness dips to whisper into your ears. You can see past her flimsy robes, a close up view of generous tits distracting enough to nearly make her words fly over your head.

" You're going to ssit on my table, morsel. Then, you're going to part those soft little thighs for me. "

A lock of your hair is twirled condescendingly around her digit.

" And I'm going to eat you. "

#Vorticia oc #Eleri oc #monster girlfriend #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia

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theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming · 18 days

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My new HHN obsession are these fish net tops.. which is why I just ordered 4 more in different colors..oops.

and the tiny black tank top underneath allows me to not wear a bra. what a magical time

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deliciouskeys · 4 months

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hiiii!!!!!! Gosh I finally got around to read mini butchlander ficlet you wrote and oh my God hhn I was biting my knuckles when you described his teeny tiny square cape hhnn oh boy!!!!!! T.T

Homelander in comic: big bad bulky man so rude and mean and stupid too T.T

Homelander in tv show: smoll bibigirl, big round blue teary eyes, floff hair, cries if you bully him, cute cape

I so want to have a mini bibi Homelander too! with his smoll cape (God I really have something for that cape) and it was really adorable that owner assumed Billy is attracted to 'Blondie' cus of that smoll colorful cape AWWWW!!! also Billy is such good boyfriend hhn giving his shirt to John only to stop him from fretting, so cute! (Homelander definitely going to steal Billy's shirt when they start dating I just know it!)

In owner’s defense, they were skeptical the cape was the sole attractant.😅 It is loosely based on betta fish fin size provoking fights and/or becoming too big and unwieldy to swim with.

Billy is either such a good boyfriend or HL drove him up the wall complaining in their secret language. And/or.

Thank you for the comment and thank you for making me lol with that comic/tv show comparison!

#thanks for the ask!#butchlander chibipets au #the boys #the boys tv

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fightwing · 1 year

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— share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you!

im day 490 on my duoling.o streak and very proud

i used to work at universal studios as one of those carnival games people 💀 during hhn too, and i HATEEEE scary stuff

i bought my first nightw.ing merch like last week, and it's a lil keychain with a teeny tiny nwing logo on it. i do however, buy a ridiculous amount of batm.an merch for my dad but he's exclusively a movies/arkh.am knight fan so he consistently asks 'who is night/wing?' (pain)

#ecopoison #it took me so long to think of facts about myself #1. i am (sometimes)#ty friend!!! <3 #* answered !

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lotsofplanetshaveadeathstar · 9 months

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Random snippet that's been floating around my head that needs to get out

Some backstory: I do a Goodreads challenge every year and it's always for 100 books. This year, however, I did not read a book basically from mid-September until sometime in November bc I truly did not have time between school, work, and HHN. However, I have a massive curated TBR that I use to request books from the local library/request that the local library buy specific books and deliver them to my house, which I sometimes do weeks/months in advance of those books being released, which is a long-winded way of saying that I still had books being delivered to my house on a weekly (at minimum) basis. So it got to be the second week of December and I needed to read something like 15 books to hit my goal (which I did, and I even got in an extra for 101 total for the year), so I'm speeding through these books as fast as I can, which is fairly easy due to the type of book I usually read (YA romance or thriller with the occasional adult fiction or nonfiction thrown in the mix). However, there was one YA historical fiction that was so well written, especially with how the author handled the romance plot, that it had me *feeling* things (nothing dirty, you pervs). The longing, the denial, the little touches, it all came together to produce a wonderfully bittersweet story that touched my heart and my brain and my soul in such a way that had me longing for a situation of my own (or at least, what I imagine that would look like since I've never had a situation of my own). As a result, there's been a snippet of a story rattling around in my brain, which is something that actually happens somewhat frequently and I always mean to write those snippets down but I never do, so this time, I'm actually going to do it. So without further ado, here's a tiny snippet of a love story, as told from the point of the guy when he realizes he loves the girl next to him:

"Someday, when I'm 85 and can't remember what I had for breakfast or what shirt I wore the day before, I'll still be able to recall the first time I was struck by lightning.

I was sitting on the couch in my apartment watching a movie, something I did fairly frequently. Only this time was different. This time, she was sitting next to me.

The night hadn't started out as anything special. The movie was one we had both seen before, and it was mainly serving as background noise while we scrolled on our phones, alternating showing each other something funny we came across and talking about random nothings. Slowly, our exchanges began to taper off as exhaustion from the long, busy day began to set in. With every blink, my eyes stayed closed longer and longer and eventually stayed closed, until I felt my phone fall out of my hand and land on my knee before sliding to the floor. I began to reach for it when I realized there was something warm on my shoulder. It was heavy too, but in a good way, a solid, comforting warmth. She had fallen asleep and her head was on my shoulder.

For a moment, I just sat there, stunned. No one had ever fallen asleep on me before, although if that were by choice or not, I had no idea. I looked down at her as she slept, her face peaceful and free of stress and just... beautiful. The word appeared in my head as simple as if it had always been there, waiting for me to realize what I'd always known. It felt like the most ordinary revelation, something so profound but also completely normal and accepted.

Without another thought, I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead just below her soft brown hair. At my touch, she stirred, her features momentarily scrunching and then smoothing again as she lifted her head from my shoulder and blinked, taking in her surroundings and turning her face towards mine. She gave me a tiny smile that seemed to fill her entire face before closing her eyes again and laying her head back on my shoulder, her body snuggling closer now.

That's when I knew - I was in love with her. And the bolt of that realization felt powerful enough to sustain me for the rest of my life, as long as the rest of my life was spent by her side."

Welp, there it is. I have no idea if it's good (I feel like I'm very good at formal writing and stream-of-consciousness word vomit, and less so with construction of narratives and making things sound human) or if anybody will even like it if they ever read it, but it's out there and yeah. Here's hoping that one day, something like this will happen to me (and to you, reader, if you so desire (see, good at the formal)).

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valveposts · 1 year

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Vore?! 👀 well c’mon- don’t leave us edging

oh man... i love vore. you can 100% blame my amica for this, i wasnt into it at ALL before i met them. but theyre an amazing author so they gave me a kink lol

i think it helps that i was already into feedism (and have been as long as i can remember, even before puberty i think). i love love love bellies. big bellies, soft bellies, firm stuffed bellies, all bellies. vore just let me get familiar with a whole new dimension of them.

im mainly a pred so i go weak in the knees at the thought of being filled with squirming prey. i also go weak in the knees at the though of other preds being filled with squirming prey--and even better, getting to touch their bellies. hhn. i think its the feeder in me.

with vore, i like variety of size differences, from prey so tiny they arent even visible from the outside to realistically impossible sizes. i love the thought of a pred laying down and lazily rubbing their tummy while their prey moves around inside.

i do have transformers vore thoughts, if anyone is interested...

#askbox #Anonymous #v.ore

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bish-0-p · 2 years

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*thinks about marth* *thinks about marth* *thinks about marth* *thinks about marth* *thinks about marth* *thinks about marth* *thinks about marth* *thinks about--*

#im thinking about my skyrim blorbo today #i miss skyrim so much but its broken for me :(((#marth the bowman #i miss marth hhn hot archer enby #marth is that 'if you don't respect my pronouns ill make yours was/were' meme #they are so tiny and vicious but they are secretly a softie

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bunnis-monsters · 19 days

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Chubby!fairy reader being the only fairy able to take human cock does do something to me…

Cute lil fairy reader being used by elves, humans, and other creatures alike because you’re just so small and cute.

An elf lifts your skirt, his finger stretching out your tiny cunt as his lips take your plump breasts into his mouth. You’re bigger, about the size of a football, and with the shape of a plump woman.

He preps your little hole before pushing his tip in, barely able to fit even an inch before your squeaking and crying out for mercy, your chubby thighs spread as far as they can go.

Your tummy bulges when he cums, your little body exhausted as he stuffs you into his satchel, letting you rest while he plans on how he’ll play with you later~

He wonders if he can get you pregnant… and he’s excited to try. You’re all his now after all, how could he let anyone else stretch out that little pussy but him?

Soon your cunt will be shaped like his cock, and he’ll be the only one that can satisfy your little fairy body.

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rainydrops · 3 years

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Day XI: Summon

"To be honest, I probably should have read the fine print below the rules and ingredients for the spell before I just went and did the thing myself. To be even more honest, I didn't even think it would work."

"Sure, I hoped--I mean, who wouldn't? A spell to, quote, "summon a spawn of Lilith for one's own purposes"? Literally nothing in that dusty old tome had anything on a spell like that. Even if it wasn't real, just imagining what I could do with power like that...over a creature like that...well, it..."

"It, uh--I mean, I guess it worked? I did the whole shebang, a summoning circle, grounding, cleansed the space beforehand, double and triple-checked that I had everything I needed in the exact quality I needed, laid everything out just as the instructions in the book told me. And, for what it's worth, for all the blood and sweat I put into this thing, it definitely--definitely...something--um..."

"I wasn't sure what I was expecting when the circle started glowing the second I finished chanting. Maybe it would be some tiny little imp--just a prank pulled on whatever horny edgy 20-somethings that would've picked up the book in the first place. Maybe nothing at all. Maybe it would backfire horri--hh--hnn...hoorriblyyy... and, uh--and I'd be cursed or something. But--not...not really...I don't..think...um..."

"But it's--what came out of it was so...nice and...and warm...and their eyes were so pretty...they--hhh-mn--they told me I wanted to stare into...in-nn-to them...and I fruh--froze-! And...ohhh, yes, pleaaase, please more--they--so nice...so warm...pretty...good...moved--moved me..."

"And told me to just...bouncee aand smiiiile and babbllee...and be good...so I'm good now...I can be good forever now...pretty...warm...happy...good...pretty...warm...happy--hhn--happy--good, g-gooood, good, good, GOOD-!" "...mmn--'n so--here I am..."

"...want me to tell you the spell?"

#hypnosis #hypnovember #rainy writes #mind control #penposting #rainy hypnovember #mmm demon shit

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Pinnie.

Pinnie Pin Pin.

You can't just tell us that the neck is an erogenous zone for mushroom people and just leave us like that.

You know we need to assault that overgrown fungus man's neck.

so how would he react if his piglet immediately took every opportunity they had to get their grubby little hands/lips on his dick neck? :3

Letting you know how sensitive his neck is was perhaps one of the worst things Morell could have done. And he knows this. He knows, because your eyes twinkled in that same way they always do when you're up to no good.

The chef braced for a whole lot of shenanigans, but he never expected you to be as persistent as you're currently being.

" Morell... "

He sighs, looking up from full pots on the massive stove and rolling his eyes at your figure seated on the nearest empty counter. You can make puppy eyes and swing your legs all you want, Morell's not letting you have this any time soon.

" Fer tha last time, Piglet- " He warns. " Yer not touchin' mah neck. "

" But I- "

" Drop it. "

With a different tone comes a different message, and you're wise enough to listen, sulking on the cold stone while several bobbles hurry back and forth inside the kitchen walls. You watch them scramble like well-coordinated bugs under the shroom's iron rule and the chef returns to the task at hand. Seeing the way you're melting on his counter makes Morell feel a little shitty about his short fuse, but he's genuinely put off by the idea of you getting all over such a weak spot.

In fact, the monster is about to curtly apologize to you when you meet his side-glance with a slightly less depressed expression.

" Well, can I at least have a kiss? "

That, he can do for you. Mori smiles, pulling the top of his chunky pink scarf down and crowding you on the counter.

" Always, piglet. C'mere. "

...

In hindsight, Morell should have known better.

So much better...

Your lips curl in victory, and as you tug him down to plant smooches on his teeth, your tiny hands weasel their way past the hem of his neck adornment. Morell shivers hard, every single tap and drag of mischievous fingertips and flat palms on his anatomy felt with a fury. The shroom chokes and makes a sound that wasn't quite a whimper but could be mistaken for one, reflexively trying to peel away from the intrusive contact.

" Piglet! Fuckin'- "

Nothing quite prepares him for when you dart forward, face nudging his scarf out of the way to moan against the skin of his throat and suck at the sides of his neck with a determination and enthusiasm you only ever occasionally spare for him.

It's an intense level of stimulus all at once. Morell has no choice but to grunt and arch his spine, shuddering audibly when a wave of heat goes from the top of his cap straight to his cock. His arms grab onto the stone beside you hard enough you can likely see the veins in them. Morell can't help the disgustingly desperate noise that rips out of him when you lick from the bottom of his neck up to his chin.

" Holy ffuckin' shit hhn- "

In a glazed, horny stupor, he stops trying to retract his neck like a turtle and actually leans his head as far back as he can to give you more space. He'll deny doing this to his last dying breath, but it will fool no one.

The powertrip you feel as you lavish his neck in amorous, pervy attention is something you probably won't live down for a whole week, the vibrations of your self-satisfied giggling causing the chef to close his eyes and pant like an animal.

The shroom's cock tenses in his pants, tenting them obscenely. Morell is so out of his mind with arousal that he tugs your hips forward with enough force to bruise them, just so he can have something to grind against while you drool around his skin.

Maybe it's because he's never let anyone touch that part of him before. Perhaps it's because you are the one doing it, you want him that bad, you'd do something this filthy. But he's quickly becoming an overheated mess in your arms. He doesn't want to think about it, his cheeks are already so blue he's going to turn into a lava lamp at any moment. This display of vulnerability will haunt him for a while.

But it feels so fucking good...

The second you're bold enough to gently bite at him with your cute little teeth, Morell is clawing at his belt with a fury, this pitiful, jarringly submissive croon hissing through his teeth.

This new side of him is pretty interesting.

#Morell oc #monsterwhorre

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introloves · 4 years

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hi hi would just like to say i would die for you?? + if it’s ok, just some crumbs of whatever you want (sexc grr) about yamaguchi 🥺🤲✨ if it’s not ok, feel free to ignore!! just know ily and your writing v v much 😽 <3<3

hi darling! ilysm thank u for this lovely request <3 here’s some fluffy to hard smut w him!

he’s always so good to you, looks at you with the sweetest eyes and gentle touches that make your skin tingle. his hands are warm and just a tad bit rough, thumb tracing a tiny heart against your cheek.

“you’re beautiful.” yamaguchi breathes, with you he’s unashamed and unembarrassed, how could he be when you’ve created a space of pure love shared between you two.

the smile that forms on your lips helps his shaky words come out a little stronger, a little louder.

he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked better, eyes sparkling with the gentle light overhead, fluttering closed when his hips make contact with yours. gentle strokes make your responce to his praise die gently in your throat.

but it’s okay, he doesn’t need your words when the lovely moans tumbling forth from your mouth sound so heavenly.

he takes you slowly, makes you go limp with how well he adjusts the drag of his cockhead to hit your upper wall, he loves the way you cling on to him, hot breath fanning over his shoulder.

“hhn, tadashi!” you breathe, surprised by the lithe finger that comes down to trace practiced strokes against your heated clit.

you think you might go mad, it’s already enough that with every prod against a spongy spot inside you makes your knees lock up, trembling as he refuses to speed up against bucking hips.

“feels good?” he questions, eager to hear how good you’re making him feel.

“f-feels so good tadashi.” you whimper, crying at the increasing pressure he places upon your clit.

yamaguchi blesses you with a small mercy, thinly veiled sweetness with the brutal thrusts he presses on you. it’s so sudden and you’re clamping down, unable to process what’s going on.

“yeah, i know it does.” he giggles, pulling away from you to watch your eyes cross, shoulders trembling.

“but this feels even better, no?”

you can’t exactly answer, but you can hear the strained words spat out at you, the hisses that gasp out of his mouth and loud pants that leave him with the effort he puts in now.

he loves taking you nice and slow, bodies pressed upon one another with no space for even the tinest bit of room, but the nagging voice telling him to take you without abandon usually wins him over.

he might of felt sorry if it wasn’t for the loud squelching noise leaving your pussy, or the stream after stream of your arousal pooling at your ass.

everytime he pulls all the way out, your hips search for him, cunt sucking him back in when he joins you once more.

he bites down, teeth gnashing with one another in order to keep a line down to earth. your dangerous cunt feels so good, but in an act of selfish adoration, he won’t let himself cum until you can’t anymore.

in the end this is how yamaguchi loves you, slow strokes that are felt in your throat progressing into hard slaps of his hips digging into your own.

“you’re so, so beautiful.” he sings once more, kind voice keeping you awake when you cum blindly, unable to keep any sort of control over your limbs.

he holds you tight, making sure you don’t hurt yourself, continuing on with his stuttering hips, spurred on by your shrill screams and soft pounding of your fists against his chest. singing out a song of, “t-too much, too much. please!” but he keeps at it, not stopping until you go limp, exhausted and overworked; because this is how yamaguchi loves you.

#yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi x you #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #smut #requests #drabble #— no face. 🐉

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ticklefits · 3 years

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AO3 LINK!

final fantasy xv | ignoct | words: 1165 | req from @tickleraptorss

With no mission to carry out and no leads just yet of where their journey will traverse them next, the squad has settled their bearings in Lestallum, where they’ve agreed to spend the next few nights bunkered down in their local hotel. This was joyous news to both Noctis and Ignis, who’d been itching for warm, comfortable sleeping quarters and some privacy for themselves; no offense to Gladio’s passion for roughing it out in the wild, but Ignis has had quite enough of the larger man’s snoring and more than enough of Prompto’s sleeping squirming. To have Noctis all to himself, and vise versa, was a true gift that he plans on taking full advantage of.

The pitter patter of rain is a comforting background to the mindless lull of repose shared between the prince and his advisor. Noctis is settled against the width of Ignis’ chest, curled in a cozy, loose ‘c’ next to the taller’s frame. Within one of Ignis’ hands is a mini book that’s captured the majority of his attention, whilst its counterpart partakes in lazy strokes up and down the expanse of Noctis’ back. Tingles dance up and down along the length of his spine with each of the other’s movements, and at first, it’s completely soothing, sluggishly drifting him off towards slumber ⎯ that is, until Ignis decides he wants to feel bare skin and those slender digits snake underneath his shirt.

“Hhn…” A small, huffy sigh bleeds through his nose, but he remains relaxed for the most part. A few minutes pass and Noctis is teetering on the brim between asleep and awake, and just as he’s about to fully cross over into dreamland, those damned fingers begin to swipe and slide across the dip of his lower back and even go as far as to brush his hip. Now, Noctis is awake. He’s awake and fighting back the urge to giggle into the fabric of Ignis’ shirt, because no, it does not tickle, and the last thing he desires is for Ignis to believe that it does. A single eyelid raises and steals a glance up towards his boyfriend, who doesn’t seem to be paying him much mind, still absorbed by whatever is in the contents of that book.

The prince falls for the mistake of relaxing once again, because as soon as he closes his eyes and sinks back into Ignis, he’s got those fingers playing at his skin again; and what’s worse? He’s drawing aimless little circles and patterns, and moving to further spaces. It’s becoming increasingly hard to delay the giggles that have bubbled up from his chest, on top of being sleepy and forced awake by the ticklish sensations. He’s even beginning to squirm just a little bit here and there, and when Ignis accidentally strokes over a particularly sensitive area that’s just above where Noctis’ back dip starts, a tiny whine leaks free from between his lips and he can feel the other’s actions cease.

Shit.

Ignis’ gaze is only on him for a moment, brow rising quizzically, as if pondering the reason why Noctis produced such a sound. It’s true that he was thoroughly engaged in his story, but after a second of contemplation, it comes so clearly. He retains a poker face however, and pretends as though he didn’t just hear his prince expose his ticklishness; this new situation will grant him miles more entertainment than his book. Noctis nearly jolts as those fingers re-animate and return to dancing over the sensitive skin of his lower back, but god, it feels different now.. More deliberate?

The chef’s definitely digging a little bit more than he was earlier and those previously smooth, airy strokes have evolved into something closer to little kneads and rolls against his skin, and oh my god, does it tickle way worse now. At this point, Noctis is definitely squirming, lips twitching up at the corners despite how much he’s battling against the laughter building up within him. Ignis shifts his arm so that it coils around the smaller male, keeping him close and taut to his own body while continuing to now, purposefully tickle him.

“Ig⎯Ignihihis⎯” A giggle of the other’s name breaks free and Noctis instantly regrets speaking at all, because as soon as Ignis takes note of that damn giggle, he sets the book down to the bedside table and circulates so that he’s facing Noctis a little better.

“Yes?” The tone of his response is almost coy, as if he still hasn’t any idea of what he’s doing to his love. The other hand comes slithering forth and settles on Noctis’ front, dishing out spidery tickles to his stomach that not only fully awaken the prince, but ignite a burst of giggles and full bodied wriggling from him.

“Ihihihihignihihihs⎯! Nohohoho! Plehehehease!” His pleas are fractured by his laughter that ascends in pitch when Ignis’ fingers begin to migrate between stomach and ribs and the digits torturing his back haven’t let up on their assault either. He’s caught between a rock and a hard place, his own hands gripping onto Ignis’ wrists in an attempt to force those deadly fingers off of him, which only makes Ignis dig in harder and worsen the sensitivity of his skin.

“No? I’m afraid you’ll have to speak coherently, your highness, I can’t understand you with all of that laughing.” Noctis’ cheeks light up with a soft shade of pink, attempting to send a glare at Ignis, but all Ignis equates him to is a flustered, angry kitten.

“StaAHAHahp⎯! I⎯I mehehehehean ihihihit!” Tears sting at the corners of his squeezed shut eyes, his body quickly losing its strength to fight back and slowly growing pliant against the sheets.

“Is that order?” There’s a teasing depth to Ignis’ voice that creates another flare of a blush upon Noctis’ cheeks, but he’s very quick to nod almost too vigorously, clenching down on his teeth to will his laughter down and permit him to properly speak.

“YehehEHEHES! Thahaha⎯Thahahat’s an order!” The magic words were spoken and so it shall be; Ignis finally halts all of his fingers’ movements and gently removes them from his boyfriend, who in turn goes limp against the bed, panting for oxygen.

“That was enjoyable.” It’s the casual manner in which he says it that has Noctis glaring at him once again, but the grin half cocked along his lips is evidence enough that he agrees with Ignis’ appraisal.

“Ass.” Comes the playful insult as Noctis moves to sit up for a moment, granting the taller a soft peck on the lips before he returns to laying into him. “As punishment for your crimes, you have to provide me with body heat while I nap.”

Ignis nearly allowed a laugh of his own right then and there; spoken like a true cat. But he does as requested, holding Noctis within the confines of his arms while the prince finally lulls off to sleep, uninterrupted by wandering fingers.

#k's writing.#ffxv #ignoct #tickle fic #tickling #ask prompt #final fantasy xv #Noctis Lucis Caelum #ignis scientia #ticklish!noctis #ler!ignis #lee!noctis

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