#mod murmurs

[ponydoodles]

there were so many awesome g3 requests this time and I’d like to personally thank u for fighting the good fight out there 🫡

Bg: mlp fim!

[howlingmod]

do not have the time to write right now BUT ! I wanted to get this thought down before it left me ... with all of the fun little roger/jessica rabbit themed wally darling+reader hcs i think a lot of people forget about the 'what a lucky girl' line (in reference to jessica being married to roger).

i thin it's a fun little bit that doesn't get utilized quite enough ! in cases of roger rabbit reader ; yes! yes, reader is in fact just a little silly! but, obviously, that's a part of why wally likes them so much, they make him laugh. however they're still popular and famous in their own right, by all means i'm sure there's plenty of people who would love to get their own, private comedy act with them. wally very much so echoes the sentiment, he IS in fact a very lucky guy to have a silly spouse.

[murdermitties]

If you don’t mind me asking, what mods do you use for your clangen? And what version do you run?

thanks! :D

I always use the latest update of the dev version! I also have the latest version of the official game, just because I have a clan I'm attached to on there. I usually stick to dev tho

For mods I only have the ohdan accessories mod, that one hasn't been updated innn a while? Since March I think? Or may, so it's a bit older

For making cats I use catgen master

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

titania is unreasonably high in my useage stats due to being my Fissure Speedrun frame but i also genuinely enjoy playing her so this is fine actually

the only problem is that idk how to make her good for steel path bc i've Yet To Do That

like no she doesn't die but the things around her don't die (fast enough) either. i bring her to SP mirror defense and murmur bossfight for utility bc some bitches can't parkour well (hi it's me i'm bitches) and everyone else brings their best damage anyway

the answer might be a more reasonable version of the crit nonsense my sib is doing (which hurts me bc 10% base). it might be fireblast (rip tribute you did your best but i need something to help me murder). it might be something else idk i'll figure it out maybe

[plaguerare]

[ID: a screenshot of a post on flight rising's forums by Aequorin, posted on january 13th 2023. the post reads;

Thank you to everyone who linked back to our previous statements on this update.

When we understood what exactly it was we released in Beastclans on the Rise!, we realized two things. One was that we've placed players in this position and left you there for almost a decade. The other? That the only lore way out of this was to write what would essentially be a 'feel-good' redemption arc for the genocidal aggressors. We'd have to write a story that would effectively force the Beastclans conquered by the dragons—whose cultures they destroyed in order to take what they wanted—to work with them "for the greater good" and [no, we are not going to do that.]

Our noting as a team how the systems and society we grew up in influenced Beastclans on the Rise! is a simple statement of fact. Is it uncomfortable? Of course it is! Reflecting on privilege, on how historical and systemic injustice influence us and benefit us in our current lives is always uncomfortable. But it's also a necessary discomfort and step, one that allows us to look at our work critically, to grow, and to do better. end ID.]

read all of this but especially the middle-to-end of the second part. read it over and over and over and over and over again until you finally understand the implications of a resolution over a retcon. i am not asking nicely i have a crowbar in my hands. read it again.

[ask-embraceidv]

im sorry joe i see a man with questionable morals and my demons take control

mod joe rn:

/lh

[witchblade]

NPCs are not allowed to abdicate only me only Lee

[seattlesellie]

Jealous. 🎀

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

cw: mean dom!ellie sub!reader, jealous kinda toxic ellie, eating it through the panties, orgasm denial, spit play (literally spits down ur panties like), exhibitionism, some dude named michael.

an: pls be gentle, i haven’t written in a long time! 💗 credit to angel gbc for the mod used in the picture above <3

something we can all agree on is the importance of aftercare — right?

Ellie is big on that obviously, as she should. Caressing her slim fingers down your body, planting wanton kisses on your shoulders, running her palms across your shaky thighs, whispering words of encouragement in your ear;

“Did so good for me, babe”

“I love you, so much”

“Need anything? hm?” She’d murmur against your skin whilst cradling your body from behind.

And she always insists on cleaning you up. She consistently renders you nothing but an achy mess, dried up juices staining your wobbly jelly thighs, combined sweat on your breasts and ribs, back of your neck. The ritual of bringing a wet towel to bed, swiping it’s fabric across your inner thighs, your face, your behind — is a sacred one for her. Not solely because she loves hearing your sweet, exhausted sighs of relief as she cleans the soil away, but also not solely because she gets to see your naked body in all of its glory again.

It’s the act of taking care of what’s hers. In a way, when she wipes your cum away, she’s taking care of herself — too.

Here, lays a solid proof that she can break things apart and put them back together again. She’s not a total fucking fuckup.

The ability of making you scream and cry, then moments later have you whisper in that saccharine voice of yours an airy “love you s’much, Els…”

It’s fucking exhilarating.

She loves it every time, she does it every time.

But today… today you pissed her off. You poked the bear, for real this time.

There’s this new Michael guy in Jackson. He’s handsome, tall, has coal black curls that somehow stay soft and shiny even in this apocalyptic hellscape. He told Ellie and you where he was from, what he did, why he came. Ellie didn’t listen to a thing he was saying. It was like he turned into a fly and started loudly buzzing in her ear. He kept looking at you weird. Smiling at you, smirking, laughing at your jokes, even the ones that weren’t all that funny. She knows you have this affect on people, that damn charm, hell — you have this affect on her.

And she’s usually just playfully jealous, manages to keep it relatively tame and simple by tightening her grip on your waist.

But you just wouldn’t stop bringing him up. “Michael” this, and “Michael” that, “Michael invited us for dinner”, “Michael said this funny thing earlier”,

For all Ellie knows Michael could die in a ditch and she wouldn’t give a fuck.

You're on your way back home from the Tipsy Bison on a chilly Thursday night. Jesse was there, Dina, Maria... and Michael. She thinks of his name and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, tart, pungent.

"Meh, I'm more of a Tequila girl, Whiskey tastes like shit" you announced with a giggle. Michael rested his hand on your thigh, and agreed with a nod and a chuckle. For you, it meant nothing.

For Ellie, it meant everything.

Her blood pressure was usually low, steady, healthy as a bull. As of now, Ellie felt like she just ran a marathon. The blood rushed to her head and her brows furrowed without intention. She cracks her neck and moves it left and right, takes a long and burning sip out of her Whiskey and shuts her eyes. She repeats a mantra in her head; "I'm not angry, I'm not angry, It's fine."

But you're so damn intuitive.

"Els? y'tired?" you murmur towards your auburnette girlfriend. She suckles on her bottom lip and considers saying no, but she lies.

"Exhausted"

You leave the humble bar hand in hand, wrapped up in her big coat that smells of mint and wood and Ellie. She prays you won't mention his name, prays you could just go home and forget about this whole thing, but you do, innocently.

"Oh, Michael said one of the horses is sick, I'm thinking of helping out in the barn tomorrow an—"

She stops you mid sentence with a scoff and a tightening grip on your hand. "Oh, mhm, Michael said that?"

Her voice mocks your own a little.

You stop and shift your gaze towards Ellie who has her lips tucked in a tight line. Internally, she's cussing herself out. You don't deserve her anger, but she can't help herself. Your answer is an unsure hum. Her grip tightens even more, and it hurts your palm but you keep on walking side by side, quietly. Five minutes manage to pass with no words being muttered by no one. That's until she shakes her head and lets go of a husky chuckle.

"Did I do something?", you mutter doe eyed. Ellie stops in her tracks and inhales. She grabs you by your waist and walks towards you, making you have to clumsily pace backwards until your back meets a cold grey brick wall with a resounding thud. "Uhg!" You hiccup, breath catching down your throat. You even sweetly giggle, thinking in your head that this could possibly be just a sweet attack of PDA.

But her eyes are dark, gone from emerald to pine, pupils pitch black as big as a button. Her warm whiskey breath meets your nose and your top lip, you gulp. Why isn't she laughing? teasing?

"El?" your voice is still candied, always. Ellies mouth is agape, scarred eyebrows scrunched and furrowed as if she's confused, or pissed, or provoked. Her forehead meets yours so automatically, you attempt to connect your lips with a kiss but she backs away meanly. Albeit her taunting position, how intimidating and truly scary she looks whilst you're caged within her frame, your'e still smiling, you're still thinking she's just teasing.

You're not used to this, she knows, but god knows she yearns to teach you a lesson.

You don't fuck with what's hers.

She licks her bottom lip before she starts speaking.

"Take off your skirt"

Her voice nearly renders you drunk, It's huskiness, gruffness, it's depth, and really, you've only had one shot. Your cheeks heat up and your ears feel as if they're nearly burning. Her lips are so damn close to yours and she still won't let you kiss her.

"Wh... we're in public, we can't—" you stutter, eyes shifting downwards towards the knee she has shoved near your barely covered crotch. When she brings it upwards just to brush delicately on your inner thigh, you let go of a small gasp.

She responds to your gasp with a barely audible "Mhm?", her eyes sharpening with intent.

"Yes we can", she tsk's, and her voice taunts. Her eyes graze over your face, and you expect her next sentence to bite like the last one did, but her voice goes softer. "For me?", she cocks her head to the side.

And it simply pushes you over the edge.

You peel your skirt off of your body, asscheeks plastered over the brick wall as her body squeezes you further back, and you're left half naked with a piece of fabric scrunched below your knees, resting on your shoes. She eyes your body up and down, meeting your pleading and still confused eyes — and for a moment, thinks of just carrying you home and taking care of business once you get there. No jealousy, none of that.

But it's still bitter down her throat, and she can still picture his disgusting hand meeting your soft thigh, her soft thigh — as your body is hers, so that thought is ever so fleeting. It's either now or now.

Her cold as ice finger traces faint circles on your lower tummy, making the fine hairs of your body rise like soldiers. You whimper quietly as her finger snaps the elastic band of your panties and lets it smack down your pelvis. You rub your thighs together, but you're ever so pliant as she makes your legs spread wide with a boot covered foot opening up your calves like a gate.

She whispers in your ear. "Are you wet?", it makes you shiver.

"M'cold" you whine.

She scoffs.

She kneads your bra cup with her palm, squeezing an erect nipple with her thumb and middle finger. "Didn't ask that"

Her eyes meet your gaze and again she reconsiders this whole thing — because you truly look so needy, and your lips are so pouty and sweet and red with cold, you look as if you'd die if she didn't kiss you right now so how can she even be worried, let alone be jealous?

She knows how much you love her, how much you yearn for nobody but her, how her touch leaves you speechless time and time again.

But it's like something takes over, a dark figure, a figure that's thirsty and starving and wants to prove a thing it already knows.

It's an internal struggle, she doesn't want to be possessive,

She can't help it.

Your panties are striped with pink and white, and she looks at them as if they're the most expensive lace in the whole entire world. Her breathing gets heavier as she curls her fingers inside the cotton fabric, pupils darkening when she notices a sweet clear string of your arousal clinging from the entrance of your cunt to the bottom of your underwear.

She chuckles, followed by a sigh of relief that you notice. You are wet, right in the middle of the street where an innocent soul could catch you at any given moment. "Didn't answer cause you're shy?" She knows you so well. You bite your lip and nod, butterflies fighting in the pits of your stomach. A chaste kiss on the lips is all you get from her, and you deeply whine into the air. "At least kiss me!" you beg, — god, you're so cute when you're pissed.

Before landing on her knees, Ellie looks from side to side in order to check that there's truly nobody around, and no — not because she's scared to get caught, but because she'd die before she let someone see her girlfriend half naked with her skirt down her thighs.

Ellie is face to face with your quivering, pantie covered cunt. A wet patch greets her — a fuckin' pleasure, one she can't help but swipe her tongue across. Your choked up, terrified sound of a moan is a symphony to her hears, fuck Mozart. Her eager muscle of a tongue is so warm against your pussy you nearly forget it started snowing yesterday.

You buck your hips inwards, she groans. "No moving", she warns — simply to assert a dominance that has already been asserted. She kisses your little clit, coo's at the way it slightly pokes out of the fabric, erect and pumping on her tongue. "Ellie... Ellie... Ellie", you babble like a prayer, which she nods to. "S'my name, that's fuckin' right", she groans as her husky voice is muffled by your soaked panties.

"Ellie..." you repeat, thighs beginning to ache as you try and spread them further apart, almost sitting on her face.

Ellie, not Michael.

She smiles, greedy, triumphant.

She flicks her tongue on your clit, once, twice, three times before biting on your meaty pussy lips. You bite your knuckles in order to keep your voice down, but she glares up at you. "Do that again n'I swear to god I'm stopping" she growls.

You're not used to this side of her at all, but her voice makes your hole leak a small stream from deep inside. She feels it's wetness on her tongue, eyes closing in ecstasy as she audibly suckles your sweet, tangy, heavenly juices from the now sheer fabric. Her own spit runs down her chin, she doesn't even bother to wipe it off. All you can hear are your breathy, whiney moans, tiny begs of "take 'em off, please", regarding your panties, and Ellie's throaty groans. You're so wet from your own juices and her saliva it nearly gets uncomfortable, but then again you're so goddamn close to cumming.

You try taking matters to your own hands, attempting to peel off your panties from your waist with a shaky hand but she snarls and slaps your wrist away.

"Nuh uh, pussy's fuckin' mine, don't touch it"

With relentless sucking on your drenched clit, and soiled panties, she opens her eyes to merely glare at you again with a warning look. "When you're close, you let me know" she bites.

You don't respond.

A stinging slap meets your pussy, which makes your thighs shake, whole body jolt, and throat ache with a high pitched yelp.

"You're not listening" Ellie warns.

"You listen when I talk" she warns again. Her tongue meets your clit and it pushes it further and further up. You shake, eyesight gone blurry, you're close, you know it by the way the coil down your stomach threatens to snap, and by the way it tickles down there so damn bad.

"M'close" you brokenly wail.

She grunts deeply and stops completely. your heart nearly breaks, no no no no no. "Ellie, Ellie, Els, no!" You try and buck your hips forward but she holds you in place with an iron like grip. You buck them again and she peels off the fabric of your underwear, slightly rising up as she stares inside at the mess she made of you. There's a devilish smirk that creeps up from her lips, apple of one cheek rising. You let out a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps she'll actually fucking eat you out properly instead of letting you suffer inside a warm, wet material of a mess that truly doesn't look like something wearable anymore. Instead, she audibly spits inside with a "Ptu'", letting the band snap shut. Her saliva mixes with your warm sleek. You're so confused she nearly feels bad, but she's such a cunt that she really doesn't.

"Were going back inside," she murmurs so casually as if she didn't just fuck you up in the middle of the street, as if her chin isn't shiny with your precum. "N'if Michael puts his hand on you again, I'm eating it in front of him"

[corvidcrossbow]

FIRST OFF, 600+ NOTES ON THAT FIC????? I ACTUALLY LOVE YALL LIKE I WILL SOB AND YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS 😭😭 I WAS NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING ON TUMBLR FOR SO LONG BUT YALL ARE SO SWEET I CANT I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH, BUT ANYWAY-

Nobody can ever convince me that Daryl doesn't purr like that man is a full on cat not actually… maybe? 👀

But his voice is already so low and scratchy and gravelly, half his vocabulary being grunts, and the other half is just extensions of grunts, he HAS to be purring too, humming so low that it just descends into purrs. (This has some smutty talk in it)

BUT LIKE HERE?? PURRING

The first time you noticed it, he was laying on your chest cuddling, maybe after sex or just a long day. His eyes were closed, enjoying the rhythmic rising and falling of your chest as you breathe, listening to your heart beat, feeling your warm, smooth skin.

Your hand rested on his head, slowly raking through his hair, combing through the strands and scratching his scalp. He'd grunt a little in approval, nuzzling closer to you, and it'd turn into a continuous low hum – a purr.

You could feel soft vibrations running through him and transferring to you. It was so comforting, healing.

“You purr,” You murmured, a gentle smile on your face.

“Hm?” He was a little confused by what you meant.

“You purr – like a cat.”

Daryl was still confused. He didn't hear it himself, didn't really know what you were implying, was maybe even a little insecure about it. He didn't know if that was a good thing, but you affirmed to him it was. He does it subconsciously when he's comfortable and had just never noticed it himself, or had someone point it out to him.

Most any time you're cuddling, he does it, still not even realizing it unless you say something. Cuddling would be a lower, more consistent/ continuous purr.

And during sex, when he's more submissive or really needy, whether missionary or you riding him (any position really) he'll bury his head into your hair, crook of your neck, shoulder, or chest and purr, breath hitching too with whimpers and whines. And this one is higher pitched, breaking with his breaths

Scratching is the major trigger for it. His head, back, forearms, torso, literally anywhere, just especially his scalp. He loves it more than he even realizes.

I would call him “my kitty” or "kitty" and he'd probably scoff at it at first sayin “‘m not'ah cat” but when I'm in his lap and he's literally purring and whimpering with tears in his eyes as I ride him how could I not call him my kitty?? (Never kitten cuz discord mods destroyed that word 🗿)

He's not the only thing that's purring

[r0-boat]

Can I get a mcfuckin uuuhhhhh yandere Elliott from sdv getting pussy drunk? Whether that's just eating reader out or can't stop fucking them is up to you, I just have a need 🥺👉👈

-🍜

Yeeeeeeee

My God Elliot my first husband my love.

There is a yandere Elliott mod that I love with all my heart I will be using this as a basis!

(if you don't know there's a part in the mod where he kidnaps you and keeps you how arrested in your own farm if you try to leave the farm you'll get a cutscene where he pretty much tells you that you're 'very sick' and you need to come back)

Okay without further ado

Yandere Elliott x AFAB gn!reader

Drunk off your pussy

Nsfw

He insisted on carrying you back to the cottage in his arms. Elliot had been so busy with his next book that he had not noticed that you snuck out of the house on your own. He'll have to watch you more closely from now on.

Looking at you now, even with your heaving breaths, your chest rising and falling, your eyes red and wet with tears as you cling to him. It was hard to stay mad at you as much as he wanted to bend you over his knee and make your ass red for disobeying. He spent so many nights without you and his arms and underneath you; seeing you like this just made it harder even to consider punishing you for your actions.

To your surprise, instead of being over his lap, you lay gently on the bed. Elliot, instead of a look of disapproval, it was a look of hunger.

"You disobeyed me, my dear, normally I would punish you like I always do...but I've decided that perhaps I should... Change my methods of punishment." He purrs, licking his lips as he begins to roll down your pants, taking your underwear with it.

Not wanting to make your husband angry or change his mind, you submissively obey. Spreading your legs sweetly for Elliot.

He hums at the sight of your pussy; It had been so long since he had you like this. Maybe that's why you ran. Was it was all just for his attention? "Don't worry, my sweet, I'm here now." Elliot murmurs, his smile morphing into a crazed one. He spreads your lips apart. You felt a hot breath against your cunt before his wet tongue slid inside you.

Tasting your sweet wetness for the first time in a while He shutters.

"mmh, fuck! I've miss this."

Normally your husband would make moments like these more romantic whether it be candles around the cabin too rose petals in the bed, but. You did not deserve these pleasantries.

"No! Spread wider. Don't make me get the spread bar again. If you won't part these legs, then I will make you."He smiles.

If you were going to run away and flirt with some other man like a whore then you were going to be treated like one. Right now you are not his perfect beautiful spouse. You were his play toy pet, writhing and moaning underneath him your hand gripping his hair Your body fighting on whether you should push him away or bug against him. You had your answer You want pleasure struck like lightning feeling his fingers slip inside you in his mouth curl around your clit. Elliot knew all the best ways to pleasure you.w hat kind of husband would he be if he didn't know how to make his precious spouse cum? With him suckling your clit and his fingers working your sensitive spot inside. You tried to stifle your noises. Which made your husband frown.

"come on, my sweet, let me hear you."He begs, his eyebrows furrowing as he kisses your inner thighs.

He plays with your clit in a way you cannot resist and his fingers pick up their pace slamming knuckles deep inside you every tense of his arm.

You tried to close your quivering legs, only for Elliot to remove his hand and mouth only too strike your cunt with his hand after prying you open. Youre loving husband striking you in any way stunned you. He was sorry to hurt you like this, but if you do not listen, there'll be more where that came from.

As he feels you get close, he removes his fingers, replacing them with his eager tongue, not before licking them clean, not wanting to waste a single drop of your delicious cunt

his thumb pressing against your swollen throbbing clit.

"I miss the taste of your cum on my tongue. Are you going to be good and give it to me? Do I have to ring you out for every last drop you have? Hm?" Elliott purrs, dragging his tongue across your wet lips.

To wasted no time diving his tongue inside, brushing his nose against your clit as he licks and sucks you out like a starving man. Feverishly trying to spread you even wider, pressing your hips, making you grind your cunt against his face. You arch your back cumming on his tongue, and he rides out your orgasm moaning and bucking his own hips as he drinks every last drop of your cum.

His mouth glistens with your juices as he parts from you. His tongue lulled out, and his eyes glazed over with lust and bliss. He thought he had his fell as you tried to squirm away. He holds you down, nuzzling against your inner thigh.

"Where do you think you're going, beloved? We're not done. This is a punishment, remember?"

"I will eat your pussy; I'll make you flood my mouth over and over till You're too tired to even move from your bed tomorrow. Maybe then you'll finally stay put."

[shh-om]

k¡nktober day six - dubcon + chastity with lucifer

~1150 words

cw daddy kink , anal , non con body mod ?

The second night of the exchange program Lucifer had summoned you to his office, forced you to remove your pants and underwear. You feared the worst, this very well was a demon you were dealing with. But all he did was attach a thin metal chastity device over your clit and vaginal opening. Lucifer had secured it with a murmured spell and sent you on your way.

You stumbled to your room in a daze.

Later when you inevitably tried to pry it away from your sensitive flesh, it did not budge. You were too scared to go to Lucifer to ask, and it is far too embarrassing to talk to anyone else about.

It’s not that big a deal, you tell yourself. Maybe mastrubation is very looked down upon in the Devildom. He’ll take it off after the exchange program.

But as months went by you grew needy, the most you managed on your own was simply arousing your folds, and denying yourself any real pleasure. After crying for a bit you’d gone and confronted Lucifer about it.

“Could you remove the chastity piece?” He stares blankly at you, his pen at a standstill over his document. “Please?” You add meekly.

“Come here,” Lucifer orders, pushing away from his desk and to the side, opening up his body to the side for you to approach. Relief perks up in you and you walk over to him. Lucifer takes hold of your hips when you get close enough and drags you closer, making you stumble.

“Why would you like me to remove this?” Lucifer asks, keeping one hand on your hip, his other slipping under your shirt and down your pants and underwear, running over the warm metal.

You stumble over the words, “well, I, I don’t want it on.”

“Why? Chastity is a virtue.” Lucifer’s dexterous fingers go further down the metal, feeling where the sticky remainder of your arousal is left around your lips. “My exchange student shouldn’t lose their purity.”

“Well, uh,” you flush as his fingers touch you down there. “Is Solomon wearing one of these?”

“Don’t be silly,” Lucifer chides, ignoring your question. “Are you falling into lust? Into sin?”

“What? No, I just…” you tear up involuntarily. Embarrassment tinges at you.

“I understand,” Lucifer shushes. “You’re just a naughty little human. You can’t help it. Let Daddy help you.”

The hand on your hip tugs your pants and underwear down, and Lucifer spins you around, making you gasp in shock.

“Dirty,” you hear him mutter under his breath, dragging the slick from your protected cunt to your asshole. His finger dips inside of your ass, opening up your hole.

“L-Lucifer, what are you doing?” You protest weakly.

“Shh, let Daddy take care of you,” the timbre of his voice soothes. Warm lips press against your neck as he forces another finger into your hole. They work you open, faster than it should.

Lucifer shuffles around, shoving your chest onto his desk, sending his papers scattering. You whimper at the mild pain, but it soon turns into a sharp whine when his cock slaps against your hole. Lucifer removes his fingers and spreads your cheeks open.

Something warm and wet splats into your hole. It takes a moment to realize that Lucifer just spit onto your asshole, and you shudder.

The huge tip of his cock ghosts over your hole.

“Tell Daddy to fuck you,” Lucifer coos down at you, leaning into you to purr the words into your ear.

The words make you hesitate. The heat of his cock head disappears from your ass, and you push back up into it, chasing it.

“Please fuck me,” you speak softly.

“Hmm, who are you addressing?” His cock teases into your hole, pressing in just enough to make you hopeful.

“… Daddy.”

“Very good,” Lucifer breathes out, slowly forcing your little ass open around his huge dick. Your breathing comes in hitches and spurts as it ruins your asshole.

His hands run over the meat of your ass and it gives you something to focus on.

He gives a few slow, shallow thrusts, letting your hole get used to the size of his massive cock.

“Perfect,” Lucifer hisses out, beginning to set a harsh rhythm with his thrusts. Each time he barrels into your hole makes your body jolt and clit throb against the chastity device.

You moan deeply into the wood of his desk, clenching around his cock. His cock moves smoothly in and out of your hot hole, aided by the bit of pre that dribbled into your ass.

“Daddy, please,” you sob out, attempting to rut against his desk. Sticky tears cling to your face as you’re bounced desperately against his pelvis. The thick cock he’s speared in your ass isn’t enough.

Your little clit needs stimulation, you’re so so close.

“Please, daddy, let me touch my clit,” you whine pathetically into his desk.

“My little human should know better,” Lucifer hums, running a leather clad hand through a brief dip in your soaking folds.

“Daddy,” a cry escapes you at his touch. You attempt to shift yourself to make his touch dip deeper inside of you, just a little more pleasure. Just a little more.

Then, a harsh slap to your metal clad cunt. “Naughty little one. You should know better.” Lucifer growls. With one of his hands he gathers both of yours and holds them behind your back. His hips continue pistoning into your asshole.

“Daddy has to keep his little human pure,” Lucifer purrs out, pressing his hips flush to your ass. He’s bottomed out his cock inside of you.

Lucifer’s thrusts are brutal and you sob with each one, pathetically whimpering for release. Each time you whine for him, the closet he gets. It’s so terribly arousing knowing he derives pleasure from denying you.

“Please,” you whine into his desk, staining the papers under your face.

“Daddy’s close,” Lucifer’s hips slam into your ass before stilling, then in a few quick spurts burning hot semen fills your ass. Slowly he drags his cock out of your hole, running his finger over the little bit of cum that dribbles out. “There we go…” he groans.

You gasp against his desk, trying to catch your breath. Lucifer tugs your pants and underwear back up over your sweaty legs, and secures the hem of your underwear over your hips before sitting in his chair and tucking his cock away.

When you manage to stand up, you turn to him. “So will you take it off?”

“No,” he says casually, smoothing down the front of his pants.

“But we- we had sex.” You stutter out, shifting in your soiled clothes uncomfortably.

“Anal doesn’t count, silly,” Lucifer chuckles to himself. Upon seeing your eyes begin to water again he pulls you into his lap. You begin to unabashedly sob into his chest.

“I know, I know,” he comforts, petting your hair. Underneath you, his cock twitches.

[ponydoodles]

did you know on the ground crows walk while ravens hop?? I learned that while drawing this :>

Bird images - pngtree

[howlingmod]

Hiiiii ....... been a hot minute, huh? I will be honest and say i am not as hyperfixated on WH as i used to be, this doesn't mean I won't write for it of course buuut i thought i could pick someting else up alongside that .. i'd like to start writing for f/os ! I would do general concepts and maybe take request for specifc personalities / types of f/os! I don't think i could write for specific characters that i don't know buut ... who knows ! This is just something i am going to do so i'm hopefully more active on this account ...

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 27- Body Mods

Pairings: Tattoo artist!Ten x Fem!Reader x Tattoo artist!Taeyong

Warnings: Unsanitary workspace (kinda they do clean in between it's just not specified), nicknames (Our girl, baby, darling), oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

You loved Ten and Taeyong. They were your best friends and you loved being their canvas. Having friends who were tattoo artists was the best. You always got their best work when they were feeling creative and just wanted to do some ink. Today was one of those days but, today was a little different.

"Are you ready for us to start," Taeyong said.

You lay on the table with no shirt and no bra, "Yep," you said.

"Alright," Ten said. You were getting an underbust tattoo and you weren't nervous about it but, you were nervous about being so exposed in front of them. As Ten began to prep the area, you couldn't help but feel your body shiver under his touch. His fingers were rough and calloused from years of tattooing, but they felt gentle as they traced the outline of your tattoo. Taeyong stood next to him, his eyes locked on your exposed skin.

"You're so beautiful," Taeyong whispered, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Ten chuckled, "Focus, Taeyong. We have work to do."

You closed your eyes as Ten started the first line of the tattoo. The pain seared through your skin, but you were used to it. You had gotten tattoos from them before, and you trusted them completely.

As Ten worked on his side, Taeyong leaned in closer, his breath warm on your neck. "You know, we could make this a little more fun," he murmured.

You opened your eyes to see him smirking down at you. "What do you mean?" you asked.

Taeyong's eyes glinted mischievously, "I mean, we could make this tattoo session a little more... intimate."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from your ear, "I know you've always had a thing for us, and we've always had a thing for you."

Your heart raced as you felt their eyes on you, their hands now tracing patterns on your skin. You had always been attracted to both of them, but you never thought they felt the same way. Now, as their hands roamed over your body, you realized that they did. Ten's lips found yours, his kiss deep and urgent. You felt Taeyong's hands slide down your body, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pants.

"We want you," Ten whispered against your lips, "Do you want us?"

You could only nod, your body already on fire from their touch. Taeyong pulled your pants and panties down, exposing you to his eyes.  

He looked between you and Ten, a smirk on his face, "Ready?"

You nodded, and in an instant, you felt Taeyong's tongue find your clit. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. Ten's lips found yours again, his tongue tangling with yours as his own hands traced patterns on your sensitive skin.

Taeyong began to lick you, his tongue running circles around your clit. His hands slid between your legs, spreading them apart as he moved closer. The sensation was overwhelming and you moaned loudly into Ten's mouth.

"Shh," Ten said, his lips finding yours again, "We don't want anyone to hear us."

"I don't care," you moaned, pulling Ten's head back to you.

"Neither do I," Taeyong said, his tongue running down your slit, "I want the whole world to see what I'm doing to you."

Ten kissed you as the pleasure intensified between your legs. Taeyong's tongue danced circles around your clit, his hands pulling your ass closer to his face. You closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure build up inside of you. Suddenly, Ten pushed you off of him, his eyes hungry with lust. "I want to see you ride Taeyong's face. I want to see how wet you are for him."

You nodded, intoxicated by the sight of him. You crawled off the table, stumbling towards Taeyong. He pulled his shirt off as you approached him, his cock already hardening at the sight of you. You straddled his face, feeling his tongue run up your slit again.

"God, you're so wet," he groaned as he licked you. His hands pulled your body down towards him, his tongue still lapping at your clit. Ten watched you, his eyes hungry with lust.

"I want to watch her fuck you," Taeyong said. You moaned as Taeyong's tongue went back to licking you up and down, teasing your clit. You felt his fingers slide into you, pressing against your G-spot. Your moans grew louder as you felt him slide his fingers in and out of you. You looked over at Ten as he unbuckled his belt. He stepped out of his pants, his cock straining against his underwear.

"Come here," he said, stepping close to you.

You reached down and pulled his underwear down, his cock springing free. You slid off of Taeyong's face but, before he could protest, Ten was lifting you up. He sat you on the table and pulled you towards him, his cock finding your entrance. He slid his cock inside of you, and you moaned loudly.

"Oh, god," you moaned. Taeyong smirked at you as he stood up, his own cock standing at attention.

"You look so good," he said. He stroked his cock as he watched you ride Ten. "I want to fuck you next."

Ten began a steady pace. Taeyong moved in front of you. You felt his cock slide into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, your whole body tingling with pleasure. Ten held your hips in place as you rode him, your moans growing louder as Taeyong's cock slid in and out of your mouth.

"Oh, god, Ten," you moaned as he fucked you harder. You could feel yourself getting closer to climaxing, as you sucked harder on Taeyong's cock.

"This is so hot," he moaned. "I can't wait to feel you cum on my cock."

You moaned louder as you felt your release build up inside of you. Taeyong's hands found your breasts, his fingers pulling on your nipples as Ten's cock slid in and out of you.

"Oh, fuck," Ten moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck me," you moaned. "Cum inside of me."

Ten's moans grew louder as he pulled you towards him, his cock sliding out of you. You felt him cum on your stomach, and you could feel your own orgasm building up inside of you.

"Fuck," you groaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Taeyong grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, his cock filling you as you rode out your orgasm. He began to thrust into you faster and faster, your body shivering with pleasure as you rode it out.

"I love filling you up," Taeyong moaned. "I love watching your face as I fuck you."

You moaned in response, your mind too far gone to reply. You felt his cock slide in and out of you faster and faster. "Oh, god," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me," you moaned. You could feel your body begin to tense up again. Your moans grew louder as you felt your orgasm build up again. You felt Taeyong's cock slide in and out of you faster and faster, and then you felt his fingers slide to your clit. He rubbed small circles around it as he fucked you.

"Oh, god, I'm cumming again," you moaned. You could feel the pleasure build as he rubbed your clit. You felt him thrust into you as you rode your orgasm, his cock filling you as you came.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he moaned, his fingers continuing to work your clit. He thrust into you twice more and then pulled out. You felt him cum on you, his cum mixing with Ten's on your stomach. Your body was still shaking as you lay there on the table, the ecstasy slowly fading from your body. Ten was standing behind you, his hand rubbing your back.

"You guys want a drink?" Taeyong asked his hands on your hips. You nodded, suddenly feeling exhausted from the orgasm. Ten helped clean you and the table up while Taeyong grabbed you all bottled water from the fridge.

"C'mon," he said after you all had time to get redressed and relaxed.

As he picked you up, you said, "Hey, where are we going?"

Ten carried you back to the table and laid you down.

"We gotta finish your tattoo, baby," he said, kissing you on the forehead. "I didn't think you'd be able to walk."

"I think I can make it," you said.

"I don't think you can," Taeyong said, as he joined Ten in walking towards the table. They laid you down on the table again and soon, you had a beautiful underbust tattoo done by your two favorite boys.

"It looks great, doesn't it?" Ten said, admiring it.

"Yes," you said, a smile on your face. "It does. Thank you guys for the tattoo and well for everything else."

"Anything for our girl," Taeyong said.

You questioned, "Our girl?"

Ten laughed, "I thought we just made it pretty obvious that you are our girl, darling." You smiled, never in a million years did you think you could pull either one of them much less both yet, here you were. One more tattoo and two new boyfriends.

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A/N: Another catch-up! I am almost done! I will be finishing Kinktober on time I promise!

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! You guys are great at finding fics so I thought I'd an before giving up; do you know of one where Crowley keeps telling Aziraphale that he loves him and Aziraphale keeps making him forget? Thanks!

There are a few fics like this. Is it one of these?...

If You Touch Me You'll Understand What Happiness Is by locketofyourhair (E)

Crawly’s eyes go blank, and Aziraphale cannot help but pluck the memory away from him, because they cannot meet as enemies if Crawly truly thinks he can love. That cannot be borne. “You didn’t say that. You cannot love. That was taken from you, when you Fell,” he says softly. “You merely wish you could, dear boy.” “No,” Crawly murmurs. “I do. She didn’t take that. Wish She did, less scary if She did.” Or: Crowley won't stop confessing his love to Aziraphale, and it's simply too dangerous for them both to remember.

Forgotten Moments by Bookwormgal (T)

Every time that Crowley confessed how much he loved his angel, Aziraphale made him forget. At first, out of denial of what Crowley was telling him. Later, out of fear of what would happen if Crowley's feelings were discovered. But no matter how many times the demon forgot about his previous confessions, he never stopped. And it broke Aziraphale's heart every time that he took those memories away.

everything i've had but couldn't keep by eggysoupy (T)

“Aziraphale,” Crowley said to wide blue eyes, “I’m in love with you.” If he had any expectation of Aziraphale’s next words — and he did not, could not possibly conceive of any reaction, had never allowed himself to even imagine — it was certainly nothing close to this. “Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale said with a rush of breath. “Again?” ---------- Crowley confesses often. Each time is his first, and each time the last. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say someone was messing with his memories.

- Mod D

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Bitter brew of change || Billy the Kid x Murphy!reader

Summary: Victoria Murphy, the niece of rancher Lawrence Murphy, invites Billy over for tea. As their encounter unfolds, Billy's defiance challenges Victoria's arrogance, sparking an unexpected internal struggle within her.

Warnings: sorry reader has a name but feel free to ignore it, reader is a bitch soz, reader smokes (not romanticising) if there's anything else lmk!

Wc: 1,223

Billy the Kid Masterlist

Divider by @pommecita

You lived in the small town of Lincoln, the niece of the influential and feared rancher Lawrence Murphy. You were known for your beauty and high status, but your demeanor left much to be desired. You lived in a lavish hacienda on the outskirts of town, your days filled with the privilege that came from your family name.

"Is it true that Billy the Kid will be working for you, uncle?" You lean forward in you seat, setting the delicate tea cup down before resting your arms on the armchair.

Major Murphy arches an eyebrow in your direction, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "It seems you're quite curious about my affairs, dear Tori," he murmurs, a cigar nestled between his lips as he expertly lights it. As you observe, his face transforms into a canvas of pure bliss upon exhaling.

When whispers echoed through the town that Billy the Kid, the infamous outlaw, was making his way to Lincoln to join forces with your uncle, intrigue coursed through your veins. For months, tales of the daring and handsome young gunslinger had reached your ears, and what you desired most was not just to hear stories, but to talk to him face-to-face.

You casually shrug, effortlessly retrieving a cigar from your purse and igniting it with a swift movement. "I want to meet him," you declare in a matter-of-fact tone, exhaling slowly as Major Murphy chuckles in response.

"Now, just imagine what your daddy would have to say about this, Victoria. His darling daughter talking with an outlaw wanted for murder, hmm?" Murphy chuckles at his own jest, and you can't help but respond with a dismissive roll of your eyes.

"He doesn't need to know," you suggest with a mischievous glint in your eyes, casting a look at your uncle who appears to mull it over. "Please, uncle?" You flash him your most innocent puppy-dog expression, all while delicately cradling a cigar between your artfully painted fingers.

"Alright. Him and his gang are scheduled for dinner tonight, and I can arrange for you to sit across from him," Murphy concedes, succumbing to the charms you wield so effectively for your own advantage. "But let's be clear, Tori. No funny business. My brother would have my head if he discovered he laid a single finger on you under my watch," he warns, pointing a finger at you with a serious demeanor.

You rise with giddy anticipation, snatching your purse as you prepare to depart. "I promise. Thanks, Uncle," you express your gratitude before gracefully exiting his office. A mischievous smile graces your lips, and with deliberate flair, you indulge in a few draws from the toxic cigar held delicately between your fingers.

"Good mood, Miss Victoria?" James Dolan tips his hat at you upon entering the house. "Mhm, very good mod sir," You offer a pat on his shoulder, graciously handing him your cigar as you stroll past him.

~

"Maria, prepare my dress, won't you? I must be at my absolute best when I meet him," you exclaim with eager anticipation, tossing your head back to savor the warmth of whiskey trickling down your throat. "Certainly, miss," the young woman acknowledges with a nod, swiftly making her way to ensure your dress is impeccably arranged.

You gaze at your reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile gracing your lips as you delicately adjust the pearls adorning your neck. You turn your head when you hear Maria walking in, her hands holding a red, squared neck dress. "Not that one," you scold, your tone commanding attention, "fetch the other red dress, the off-shoulder one!" A slight groan escapes your lips as Maria swiftly retreats to rectify her mistake.

"Perfect," escapes you in a contented sigh, your eyes tracing the flawless contours of your red dress. It hugs every curve, accentuating your delicate collarbones and enhancing your chest. "Don't I just look perfect?" With a confident turn, you catch the discreet glances exchanged between Maria and the other servants in the room.

"I asked a question and expect an answer-" "You look perfect, miss," "Very beautiful, miss," "You look gorgeous, miss," You revel in satisfaction at their replies, a smile playing on your lips as you turn back around, hands gliding smoothly down the contours of your dress.

"Billy has never seen a more perfect, gorgeous lady until tonight, aren't I right, Maria?" You drawled as the women furiously nods, opening her mouth to speak, "Billy will be speechless, miss."

"Exactly right. Billy will be speechless," You muse with a self-satisfied smile. "Ready my carriage, I'll be leaving soon," you announce, the silk gloves slipping effortlessly over your hands.

~

Amidst a gathering of distinguished women, you found yourself scanning the room, anticipating the sight of him. And there he was. A radiant gleam filled your eyes as you absorbed his commanding presence—his penetrating gaze and an aura that effortlessly commanded attention—while he entered with his gang of cowboys trailing behind.

The crowd falls silent for a moment, collectively recognizing the arrival of the infamous gunslinger. Swiftly, you navigate through the body of people, skillfully making your way to your uncle, who was comfortably seated on the couch, surrounded by his associates.

"Sorry to interrupt, gentleman. I need to speak to my uncle," you graciously interject, offering a charming smile as Murphy stands up. "Yes, Tori?" You grip his arm, your eyes on Billy across the room as he drinks alongside his gang, his eyes wandering around the room.

"There he is." You tilt your head in Billy's direction. "Mind introducing me to him?" Your eyes eagerly meet your uncle's, who sighs but nevertheless complies, setting his glass of whisky down on the table.

"Billy!" Your uncle calls out as you follow behind him. "Meet my lovely niece. She lives just outside town," Major Murphy presents you with a smile. Your eyes sparkle with admiration as you take in his appearance up close.

You extend a gloved hand, "Victoria Murphy," You introduce yourself with a touch of formality, though you heart was racing beneath the façade. Billy, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, takes your hand with a respectful nod.

"Billy, ma'am," he replies, his voice low and drawling. His eyes lingered on yours as well as his hold on your hand for a moment longer than was proper. A flush of red creeps up on your cheek as you clear your throat, retracting your hand.

~

Adorned in a striking strapless dress, you patiently waited for the arrival of Billy. You had invited him to you house for morning tea last night. As Billy entered the Murphy hacienda, he couldn't help but notice your calculated charm.

You greeted him with a smirk, and it was evident that you enjoyed the effect you had on him. The mansion was adorned with opulence, a stark contrast to the humble dwellings of the townsfolk.

"Elena, go bring us tea," You sternly spoke to the newly employed maid who scrambles off. Billy watches the interaction with a slight furrow of his eyebrows before he sets his eyes back on you with a charming smile.

During the evening, your treatment of your Spanish maids became apparent. Your demands were met with silent obedience, and the atmosphere in the hacienda was one of subservience. Despite the discomfort in the air, Billy remained composed, observing the dynamic at play.

"Mr. Bonney, won't you have a seat?" You gestured towards an ornate chair. Billy nodded graciously, "Billy's fine," he smiles briefly, his eyes lingering on the elegant surroundings. As he settled into the chair, you took a seat across from him.

"So, Billy, how do you like it here in Lincoln," You gaze at him as you readjust your dress. Billy's eyes couldn't help but let his eyes wander down to your chest as you tug it up. Clearing his throat, he opens his mouth, "It's lovely here," he nods, eyes wandering around the room.

You slowly nodding, Billy was a man of few words. "Light my cigarette, will ya?" You reach for a cigar before nestling it in between you painted lips and leaning over for him to light the other end. Your eyes move to the doors that opened revealing Elena. "Tea?" You inquired, flicking the ash into the ash tray, as Elena comes closer to the two of you. As she comes closer, you notice her shaking.

The delicate porcelain cup trembled in her hands and you couldn't help the scowl that made it to your face. She nervously looks at you and then Billy—who notices her nervousness, offers her a friendly smile.

Her hands shakily attempt to put the teacup and teapot set down on the table, the shaking of the porcelain being the only source of noise. "Oh for goodness sake, Elena, just put it down-"

Billy, watching you was caught off guard when a cascade of hot liquid spilled onto his lap. Your face contorted with anger as you stood up, Elena lets out a gasp, furiously apologising.

"I am so sorry. I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to-" Elena stammered as her hands frantically try to wipe the hot liquid off Billy's jeans as your breathing became heavier with embarrassment.

Billy catches Elena's hands in his, "Hey- it's okay, 'm fine." Billy shrugs and offers her a smile. "Elena. You may go," You walk over to her, your hand grasping her forearm as she stumble.

"You've embarrassed me enough today," you harshly say to her, closing the door on her face, though your harsh words reached Billy's listening ear.

Billy, feeling the sting of the scalding tea, looked at you with a cool gaze. "There's no need to treat her like that," he said calmly. Unaccustomed to defiance, you scoffed.

"And why not? They're my maids, I pay them, so I can treat them however I want," You cross your arms in front of your arms, head tilted to the side slightly.

Billy's response was measured yet firm. "'Cause it's not right. We're all human, deserving of respect. You felt a mixture of annoyance and intrigue. Here was a man who didn't bow to her every whim. She'd be lying if she said her attraction to Billy, wasn't fueled by the unexpected clash of wills.

You took a long drag, maintaining eye contact with Billy, attempting to decipher him. "You're quite different, Billy," You comment, as he tilts his head at your words. "Am I? Why? Because I think it's wrong that you treating your maids poorly?" You see a glint of rage in his icy blue eyes.

“Because you openly tell me this. A proper man would keep it to himself and let a woman like myself do as she pleases. After all, a household thrives on order, and as the woman of this house, I run it how I please." Your voice carried an authoritative resonance, unwavering even under Billy's icy gaze.

"I'm an outlaw, baby," he drawled as you narrow your eyes at him, "outlaws aren't considered proper men," he leans forward in his seat, his blue eyes boring into yours before he downs the already cold tea.

In the quiet moments that followed, Billy's presence became a subtle challenge to your accustomed lifestyle. He spoke of a different way of life, one where strength and honor were not measured by the wealth one possessed. Yo were torn between your attraction to Billy and the expectations placed upon you, you found yourself grappling with conflicting emotions.

"Your beauty is undeniable, Victoria," his sudden words of compliment cause you to look up at him. "But your arrogance and mistreatment of others make you ugly," he remarked, his eyes piercing at you.

You, unused to facing such truths, felt a mixture of anger and vulnerability. You wanted to dismiss his words, to maintain a façade of invincibility, but a part of you longed for something more genuine.

At high noon, Billy prepared to leave the Murphy hacienda. You stood on the steps of your threshold, looking at Billy with a mixture of defiance and longing. Billy, sensing the internal struggle within you, offered a parting piece of advice.

"You're a good girl, Victoria. Don't let your stubbornness and pride get into the way of being a decent human being," with those words lingering in the air, Billy rode off, leaving a conflicted woman on the steps of the Murphy hacienda. The echoes of their encounter resonated through the town, a subtle reminder that even the toughest hearts could be swayed by the winds of change.