#suction cup for women

[toxicanonymity]

just the tip (really)

2.4k / Joel x f!reader / master list

A/N: This follows: Just the tip and surveillance.

Warnings: MDNI I8+. Angst. Handsy, horny, persistent manipulative, toxic Joel. Dubcon (high pressure, power imbalance), uninvited touching, jacking off, just the tip (literally) P/V. Reader blue balls. Pet names, praise. AU, you're a maid.

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As Joel's nose drags up the side of your neck, the strong suction of his nostrils makes your hair stand on end and your nipples harden. "Won't do anything you don't wanna," he murmurs into your hair as he gently cups your breast from behind. He bends his knees, one hand on your hip, the other still cupping your breast.  He presses the hard bulge of his pants into the back of your dress then drags it up your crack.  Arousal stirs madly between your thighs, and he knows it. "C'mon, sugar. Lemme make you feel good."

You close your eyes for a moment, then try to compose yourself. "Haven't finished the dishes," you say. 

-

You wonder if you’re being too hard on him. After all, you only had sex once. You never defined your relationship or even went on a date.  You were the one who pulled away afterwards, feeling self conscious and introspective.  As badly as you wanted to be filled by him again, you wanted him to love you first.  So you started declining his advances and he seemed wounded but didn’t press the issue or make you explain.  He might've thought he was respecting your space,  but meanwhile, you hoped he'd properly court you.  Instead, he just started keeping his hands to himself.  

It wasn’t long before you found a condom in his trash, and your chest physically ached at the sight. During the time you’ve been cleaning for Joel, you’ve seen women come and go from his house. None since he took your virginity on a rainy day in his living room, but seeing the condom was worse.  You didn't confront him about it, but he figured out what was bothering you. He never outright denied it, but at first, he asked why you assumed it was his. He didn’t use one with you. It was in a guest bedroom, not his.  The location didn't mean much, considering he'd never once done anything in his bedroom with you.   

Once he admitted it, he was apologetic.  He said he didn't think you wanted anything with him anymore. He was trying to be true to his word: before you agreed to just the tip that time, he promised if you didn't like it, he'd never ask you again. Since you pulled back afterwards, it seemed like you didn't like it.  Sex was a need for him.  He couldn't not get off.  By having meaningless sex with someone else, he was trying to help himself leave you alone.  You believed him that it was meaningless, but it still hurt. 

The same week as your talk, two hundred white roses were delivered to his house when you were there.  Your heart sank until you saw they were for you.  Then your heart slowly, begrudgingly warmed over the next few weeks.   Not because of the flowers, but his other little gestures.  He helped around the house, encouraged you to take breaks, said he just wanted to spend time with you, get to know you.  He ordered takeout, insisted you eat with him, then cleaned up after both of you. 

This is much closer to what you want, but you’re still trying not to go down this road again. Not yet, anyway. You no longer bristle at his touch - quite the opposite - but you don't want to be naive. 

-

Arms still wrapped around you, arousal pressed up against your dress, Joel takes the dish towel out of your hand and puts it on the counter. "Do 'em myself later," he murmurs.  It's sweet, but you're trying not to fall for his charm.  It's too easy to get emotionally invested.  He softly presses his open lips into your neck.

“I’d rather finish them now,” you say half-heartedly, and stop short of physically shrugging him off.  You don’t want him to stop, not really.  

"You're killin' me, baby," he murmurs into your skin as hand slides down your stomach, then between your thighs, and he ghosts your clit over your dress. He grinds his hard package into you and asks, "What do you want me to do with this, hmm?" His hardness makes you purr.  "Know you don't want me to stick it in someone else," he mutters.

"I don't know, Joel,” you say, quietly exasperated. Your eyes water. 

"Sorry," he says, composing himself. He backs away and leans against the counter.  "I’m an asshole.  It’s not your problem." He looks borderline embarrassed. You pick the rag up again, and he rolls up his sleeves as he watches you work. 

“You’re just so damn sexy,” he says, his voice returning to a hornier pitch as he leans against the counter on his forearm.  "You don't mind if I take care of myself, do you?" He lowers his head and devours you with his eyes from under his brows as he rubs his arousal over his charcoal pants. 

Your face heats up and your core tingles at what you think is a rhetorical question, but he expects an answer. 

"Of course not," you scoff quietly without meeting his eyes.  It feels like the only answer.

“Good,” he whispers, then slides back into your space.  “Sorry, baby.”  He hugs you from the side, and while he’s at it he rolls his hard-on against your hip and kisses your neck. "I was outta line talkin’ like that."  He backs off and pours himself a glass of whiskey.  Your eyes fall to the ample bulge in his slacks as he walks across the living room to put his drink down on the cigar stand and sit on the chaise. 

-

You try not to watch, but you have to face his direction as you finish the dishes.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel spit into his hand then wrap it around his thick cock.  His eyes bore holes in you as he slowly strokes himself. You tell yourself to go do another chore, but you can't pry yourself away when he's trying to do right by you.  Plus, you’d be remiss not to consider how hot it is watching him jack off.  So you continue the dishes, stealing occasional glances.  Surely he notices. 

"Come show me somethin', sugar," he pleads. "Don’t have to touch ya. . .’less ya want me to." He takes a deep breath as he watches you darkly and pumps his hard cock. Your body’s dizzy with desire. "gotta see that perfect pussy, baby.  All I need."

You force your eyes to look right at him and you wet your lips mutely in thought. 

“C’mon, sugar. You can have the chair.” He nods across the room, out of his reach. Then he gives you a look that manages to penetrate your wall.  Like you’re right back on the chaise with him inside you.  Like he knows you intimately.  Like you both know this is what’s meant to happen.

You find yourself slowly walking around the kitchen bar to the chair and sitting down. You tell yourself you’re in a position of relative power as long as you’re not physically engaged.  You can stand up and walk away at any time. You look at him shyly and watch his eyes scan your body.  He looks so hot with his brow furled, perfect cock in his hand.

“Can ya open those pretty legs for me, sugar?” 

You uncross them but hesitate to go further. 

"Can ya show me, baby?" His voice is weakened by want. "All I need.” 

You work up the courage to slowly spread your legs a few inches, but your dress still hangs between them and offers you some modesty.  “You don’t gotta wear those stockings here, baby.  Shit, wish you wouldn't wear anything under that dress.”  

You can’t take your eyes off his cock, and you’re salivating.  You slip your shoes off. 

“Yeah, go on, get comfortable,” he urges breathily.

With your arousal intensifying enough to take over, you reach under your dress and hook your thumbs into your stockings, then slowly pull them down and off, glancing up at him as you do it.  He groans softly.  Taking them off is a rush. You feel sexy and relatively safe, like it's a taste of the forbidden fruit without actually doing anything. 

“Yeahhhh,” he nods, eyes widening.  “Now lemme see somethin’, sugar." He spits in his hand again.  “Maybe just those gorgeous tits if you’re feelin’ shy?”  

You want to, but you’re frozen.  He waits patiently for a few seconds, then senses your nerves and says, “Lemme help ya, baby.” 

-

He stands up with his cock in his hand.  “Can I do that?”  You nod almost imperceptibly.  He strokes himself as he crosses the room. When he gets to your chair, he kneels on the floor.  “God, you're beautiful,” he whispers, entranced.

You’re as wet as ever when he asks if he can help with your dress.  You nod timidly.  He lets his thick cock hang heavily between his legs, over his pants, as he unbuttons your dress and spreads it open to show your bra.  He takes in a chest full of air as he admires the view. Then he spits in his hand again and resumes stroking himself as his free hand reaches for your bra.

He starts to slip a finger under a strap, and you begin to protest, “I-” 

“It’s okay, sugar, you can keep it if ya want,”  he whispers as he removes his finger.  “Can I see your panties?” he lightly pinches the hem of your dress and drags his fingers a few inches across the fabric as though examining the material. Your clit is throbbing.  

“Yeah,” you whisper.  Your knees are still spread from his initial instructions.  

“Just relax, baby.  It’s okay.”

He lifts your dress and inhales sharply through his nose when he sees the damp spot on your panties. “God damn, sugar. . .So hot, seein’ you wet for me.”  He’s drooling, almost literally.  The corners of his mouth shine. He gently nudges your knee and you open a little wider. 

“Can I see her, baby?  Just a little?” He looks up at you, his eyes begging for permission as his hand slowly moves up and down his cock.  If he touches you there, you’re a goner.  So you reach down yourself and pull your soaked panties to the side.  Joel groans at the sight and his eyes look weak.  “Just gorgeous.”

He spits in his hand again, then asks, “you know what’s a whole lot better than this?” nodding toward the spit in his hand before massaging it into his stiff, aching shaft.  "If you wanna help me out, I mean."

Your cheeks burn at the thought.  

“You can say no,” he reassures you.  “Or you can lemme get just the tip wet.” 

His eyes are so sad and desperate as he strokes himself. By now, you want his cock inside you more than anything. Your reservations are fading away, replaced by excuses for him. The fact that you see your resolve crumbling in real time doesn’t stop it from happening. The look on his face opens something inside you, like your body,'s making room for him. Creating a void only he can fill.

“Okay,” you agree.  

“Can I kiss you first?” He asks, which makes your heart flutter. 

“Yeah,” you whisper.  He kisses you tenderly, then long and deep, licking into your mouth affectionately, then hungrily.  Until now, you forgot how special it felt when your mouths were joined. He breaks the kiss and urges you to the edge of the chair.  Then he crouches down and leans over you, bracing himself with one hand on the backrest while his other hand remains on his cock.  The stretch of his long, strong arm puts his armpit near your head and gives you an arousing whiff of his natural scent and deoderant. You pull your panties more to the side and open your legs wider. 

“Good girl,” he whispers. 

-

You inhale his musk as it gets closer then the large tip of his cock nudges your entrance, and desire shoots through you, branching like lightning into every part of your body. Without a view of where your bodies meet, he drags the swollen head of his cock down, then back up, pausing to gently prod your entrance before dragging it up to your clit where you wonder if he can feel you twitch.  He returns the tip to your entrance, where he nestles it just inside your folds but doesn’t push in.  

He closes his eyes and breathes deeply as he stays there for a moment.  He rocks his hips ever so slightly, gently pressing the tip against but not quite inside your warm, wet hole.  Your body tries to grab him, but he drags up to your clit one more time, then exhales dramatically as he takes his cock away.   

It feels like such a loss. "I want it," you whimper. “I want it all.” 

He kneels in front of you on the floor. "I know, baby," he says soft and low, stroking himself with your slick.  "But we can't. Don’t want ya to regret it."  He’s saving you from yourself, and that only makes you want him more.  “Might break my heart if I lose ya this time,” he adds, giving you butterflies. 

Your eyes grow watery.  You fix your panties, then close your legs. 

“Baby," he breathes. "I want it so bad.” His expansive hand squeezes your thigh.  “Just want you to feel good about it.”  He wets his lips and his breaths become labored as he strokes himself with your slick.  His forearm flexes as he pumps himself. 

He shudders and sighs loudly as he tips forward and spills a huge, silky load onto the wood floor to the side of your feet.

-

You move to clean it, but he stops you.   He tucks himself away then gets a towel and cleans it up himself.  He stays there squatting for a moment, looking at you, then caresses your cheek. 

You sit there, face burning, clit throbbing for attention.  “Thank you,” you tell him.  

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispers gently. "You're doin' great, baby." He doesn’t make any move to pleasure you, but to be fair, you’re the one who closed your legs. 

“Listen,” he says, closer to his normal talking volume.  “I’ve gotta go out of town for about a week.  When I get back, how ‘bout we do somethin'?” He watches your face expectantly. 

Your face lights up and his eyes smile in response. 

“Yeah,” you say.  “I’d like that.” 

“And why don’t you stay here while I’m gone?”

You hesitate. 

“If you want a break from your roommates, I mean.  You can sleep wherever ya want.”

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I have a vision for one more 👀. As always, thank you so much for your support and engagement 🖤🖤

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[another-identityofmine]

LADIES NIGHT; 60s Elvis x multiple females 18+

summary: A crowd of pretty women, fans of his, ask to spend the night. Elvis, being Elvis, never turning down a pretty face, agrees. He’s in for a real treat from the ladies.

author’s note: it just swelled over the years from reading smut and thirsty desires for him. So it popped to my head and basically it’s what I think would happen in a steamy night with all of us, hungry fans. Taking inspiration from @vintagepresley and help from @jhoneybees. Enjoy!

••••••••••••

he doesn’t know why he ever agreed to this. it’s unbearable.

His wrists tied with his white, silky scarf from the show, and attached to his hotel bedroom headrest. Sweaty, stuffy, and it’s still going.

as two blondes latch onto his hardened buds, swollen, puckered and a tender pink, he throws his head back with a lengthy groan.

it was never like this, a thought slips past his mind. He was always the one, tongue fucking an eager pink hole that swallowed him nicely. He was always the one fuckin’ raw and juicy, eager for her nectar. He was always the one that would pleasure, but tonight it was just the opposite.

As another woman lowers and hovers over his overly sensitive cock, his girthy manhood pink from overstimulation yet, still yearning for more. he couldnt even remember the number of poofy-haired dolls that marched in with the others. his mind so hazy, and full of pleasure, gosh.

he’s been through it all, even his pink, tight little rim that’s been stretched deliciously by two eager tongues. His hole clenches at just the thought of the just activity.

he cries out, hips bucking strongly and firmly to chase that big ‘o’, his palms sweaty into fists that tug at the fabric. his teeth gritted and face scrunched in pure bliss, cheeks crimson and warm from his earlier orgasms. Hell, he forgot how many he’s been given.

His nipples tight, being lapped up completely by two hunger lips, his overused buds being gently nibbled and tongued by their pink muscle. While two other red lipsticked lips glide wetly over his cock, so deliciously. So, so good.

His balls are swollen and nearly empty, tight to himself but not neglected. another mouth smoothly runs their tongue over the seam of his balls, to then flick against his overstimulated sack.

They’re like fucking suction cups. He snaps into his head, that is until they turn him over, cheek against the damp bedsheet and ass so plump and in the air, that he loses his mind.

There’s a small moment as they all catch their breath, and he takes the time to. What are they gonna do? He opens his swollen, magenta colored lips to ask but then hiccups a gasp.

They all latch onto him, like those sucky things in the lake water. Fuck he can’t think anymore, his hips stutter and his knees tremble.

One pair of pretty lips pepper his shoulder blades soothingly while the others work their mouths. He can feel hot tongues still flicking against his swollen nipples. Another tongue flicks against his stretched rim, then diving between his cheeks to pleasure him. Another hot tongue eagerly suckles and muzzles into his tight, heavy ball sacks. The pleasure is so good to his sacks, heavy of his nectar, he can’t help but slightly bounce against whoever’s hot lips down there.

His cock twitches wildly, wagging pathetic under him. So red, wet, and his foreskin is peeled all the way back. He dips his head down between his captured arms to see himself and his eyes only roll to the back of his head.

His cock is decorated with all different types of girly colors. One fat-lipped, pink kiss is right on his mushroom tip. His locks of blonde, pubic hair curl and salty from the hot, and tiring activities.

It’s when all pretty, clampy doll hands grip his firm, heated cock that he loses it.

His vision goes to absolute stars, panting like a bitch in heat and hips humping the hands that await for his seed. His nectar comes out in final thick ropes. Steaming, hot streams of white cream, spurt out. And the woman are quick to act. Unlatching their lips to his parts, they flip him over quickly to capture his nectar on their lips.

His throat is sore from the constant moaning, and he’s surprised when he hears himself echo through the room, his high-pitched scream of pleasure as his stomach muscles tighten, and tawny sun kissed back arches.

they haven’t wasted a drop of him this whole night. As they grip his tender cock to each other’s lips like a damn hose or a straw and they capture the honey savored, salty semen.

His fat, red tip bubbles little dribbles of remaining nectar and they’re all quick to lathe their tongue against it. All at once, he sighs and wipes the shining drool on his cheeks to the soddened sheets. Ah, he could get used to this.

It was never like this, the reality pops into his head again. He always made the woman shake first, this night was the opposite.

it was ladies’ night.

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tagging ‘em: @vintagepresley @jhoneybees @bigdaddyelvislover

[lingerina]

deserving // LISA MANOBAL 🔞

➛ sugar mommy!lisa x fem!reader ➛ pwp, smut, dom!lisa, use of toys, smacking with a ruler ➛ 797 words ➛ curiosity leads you to new discoveries.

One moment, you were staring at the two measly paragraphs that you spent over thirty minutes typing. Then the next, you were searching up local sugar mommies to fund the lifestyle you’ve always wished for because academics were frying your brains out.

Admittedly, you only lurked out of curiosity.

For shits and giggles.

In your head, there was no way a whole site dedicated to the wealthiest citizens looking for fun even existed.

But you were quickly proven wrong. It only took one search to find the biggest platform for them, most of them being older men.

There were a few women here and there who were just as old as the men, but infinitely more attractive and charming. You were inclined to select them all, until you came across a profile for a woman who could easily give goddesses a run for their money, and looked closer to your age.

Though you were envious that someone so young could acquire so much wealth while you were consuming cup ramen almost everyday to save for gas and rent, you followed the little voice in your head that encouraged you to appease your curiosity.

You just wanted to browse her profile.

Just look, and nothing more.

It’s now a weekly routine.

You sit on Lisa’s desk, legs parted just enough for the filthy rich woman to see how shamelessly you were dripping on the polished surface. How little it takes for you to get hot and bothered, and to beg for her to do something about it.

A smirk quirks the corner of her vamp red lips, the tip of her manicured pinky nail cinched between pearly white teeth upon watching you squirm, sigh ever so dramatically, and pout.

“What’s the matter, princess?,” she hums, her saccharine tone contrasting the sharp gaze piercing your soul.

She folds her arms over her chest, the slightest crease appearing in her blazer as she straightens up in her seat. “Why can’t you keep still for me?”

Lisa Manobal is not that much older than you, but she possesses the intellect, charisma, wisdom, and experience of someone twice her age. She is also not lenient on her employees slacking off and horsing around behind her back, and seeing her lash out once was enough for you to feel like you were put in your place.

She is just as intimidating now as she’s seated before you, unwavered by your pleas and pouts. You try spreading your legs wider and hiking your skirt up to show your naked pussy crying for her touch, the slight buzzing of the bullet vibrator in you less muffled without the obstruction.

It earns no more than a satisfied smile, and you drip even more the longer you’re at the mercy of the vibrating toy.

“You think,” she clicks her tongue as she rolls her chair over to you, “you deserve to be touched, don’t you?”

You nod vigorously, a pathetic whimper slipping at the same time your composure does.

Lisa reaches over your thigh, much to your disappointment, and retrieves a ruler from behind you. She holds it up, but you’re not sure if that’s supposed to mean something.

And then, it swings down on you.

You yelp at the sharpness on your tender inner thigh, but she lands another smack to the opposite side.

A series of swats make it difficult for your legs to stay parted. The ruler lands dangerously close to your slick folds, but Lisa never shows mercy. It’s not long until your pussy suffers the wrath of the wooden tool, each strike somehow making you drip and puddle onto the surface beneath you. The painfully pleasurable sensation can easily finish you, but you refuse to crumble that easily.

That is, until she stands up and towers over you. Her stature already makes you feel small but her presence looms over like a shadow. Trembling and gripping the edge of her desk, you meet eyes with her, not knowing that she would sink a long, dainty finger inside you, stuffing you alongside the vibrator still suctioned inside you.

You bite your lip as you adjust to the intrusion, but your mouth falls open as a second digit swiftly takes up space. Two fingers is ordinary, but two fingers and a vibrating toy?

“Aw, what’s the matter?,” she coos, faux concern etched on her brows as she curls her fingers. “Cat got your tongue?”

You merely answer with a breathy grunt and your eyes rolling back.

Did you need the money?

Obviously. You will always need the money. You will always be thankful for the money.

But you’re even more thankful that the direct source of your funds (for now) knows how to leave you craving for more and temporarily forget about the money..

[hotmessmaxpress]

(a/n: I’ve never been only onlyfans. I’m assuming it works like patreon but for nudes? Allegedly you can also tip using the website?)

Rosquez OnlyFans AU, (1/?) Inspired by these posts on @unhinged-motogp-confessions

It's a common misconception that it is easy for Vale to get laid. While he does have the benefit of his celebrity status, charisma, and literal fanclub, that doesn't necessarily equate to a good deal of pussy on a practical level. For one, women often want more commitment from him than he's willing to provide. He has no interest in having a girlfriend at the moment, no matter how good the sex is. On the other hand, women who are comfortable with being one-night-stands sometimes have the air of wanting to exploit the encounter in some way. While he's never had a lover go so far as to take pictures without his consent, he has been made aware of more than enough tweets, blog entries, and other social media posts about his dick and skills as a lover. There is also the issue of Vale's additional preference for men; hooking up with women is risky enough without the threat of forced outing.

The easiest solution is perhaps the most embarrassing: porn. Vale has the money to acquire pretty much any type of porn that he wants, and it's convenient no matter where he is in the world (for the most part).

Vale has a private OnlyFans account with Rossano as the profile picture. It’s on that account that he discovers and subscribes to Marc. MotoMarc93 He is the hottest man Valentino Rossi has ever seen. He’s absolutely fit, six pack and all, and he rarely has a shirt on. He has the face of a model, and Valentino loves it when he smiles. What really makes Marc stand out though, is his garage. Marc has an entire garage of motorcycles. His favorite, that he includes in videos, is an orange and black wrapped Honda Fireblade. Marc is filthy on the bike. Sometimes it’s innocent; thirst trap selfies of himself leaned back on the bike, cock just out of frame. Other times it's a photo over his shoulder, showing the line of his toned back down to his bare ass. Vale pays for everything– he pays for the most expensive monthly subscription, but also buys the pay-per-view shots at every available opportunity. That gives him access to all the videos Marc posts. He posts one in particular of him riding a dildo that he has suction-cupped to the seat that makes Vale come so hard he thinks for a moment that he died. After that video he sends Marc a tip for 1000€ with a message: “amazing video xx”. Marc responds with a question: “what is your name?” That question is a red flag for Valentino, but he is horny and therefore stupid. “Valentino.” There is no response for 24 hours, which terrifies Vale. The next afternoon, however, he receives a direct message from Marc. It’s similar to the previous video, but Marc has changed the camera angle– his camera is set up behind the rear of the bike, but clearly his tripod is standing on something to make it even taller than normal. The angle of the video makes it feel as if Valel is looking down just slightly– like he’s standing behind the bike and watching. Marc takes his time in the video. He walks into frame already naked, grinning, and makes his way toward the bike. He kneels next to it, jerking the dildo off slowly with a grin at the camera before turning, swinging his leg over the bike, and slowly seating himself on the dildo. The camera angle gives Vale a perfect view of where the cock enters Marc's tight hole. He groans as it fills him, and Vale scrambles to free his hard cock from his pants. Marc rocks his hips before sliding up and back down the silicone cock. He moans, rocking up, before he opens his mouth. “Valentino,” he moans. “Harder.” He picks up speed, fucking himself deep and hard on the dildo. Vale pumps his cock in time with the rise and fall of Marc’s hips. He doesn't think he's ever been this invested in a screen before in his life. “Valentino, please,” Marc cries. Vale comes hard, cum shooting nearly up to his chin. He moans as he jerks himself through it.

When he opens his eyes, Marc has reached behind him and picked up the camera. He brings it around his body, and Vale nearly comes again at the sight of Marc’s cum painting the body of the bike, nearly up to the handlebars. The camera flips, and Marc grins and blows a kiss at the camera before the video ends.

[mushabumi]

"The Thing that Lurks"

Monster smut. Tentacle monster that lives under the bed decides to join two women for some fun.

959 words

“The Thing that Lurks”

A thud at the door. Bodies in need banging against the wood and the rattling of keys. It watches, always watches, and waits. It enjoys when she has company.

A creak as they enter, a slam as the world is sealed away. Hands upon thighs and under shirts. They kiss. Tongues in need, velvet soft, weaving together all while it waited and watched.

Springs creak as they fall on the mattress. A rush of sighs and moans elate it. Anticipation brings it forward from where it lives to watch. It was tired of watching. It wanted to touch. To feel.

She knew it lurked in her room, but never engaged with it. A trick of the light, she would say. She needed more sleep, her friend would say. All while it listened and lurked under her bed. It was fond of her. The way she read out loud sometimes, and the way she kicked her feet in the air while the music played. It would curl around her as she slept sometimes, relishing the way she held it tight. The soft breaths she made as she slept. It enjoyed her. Knew her. It wanted her to see.

Clothes slip to the floor and she is laid bare. Another woman above her, thick with muscle and dripping with need. She was busy with a bare breast, slowly teasing, aching to be filled. It obliged. A tendril emerged from under the bed, hidden from sight  except from her. It curved around the new woman’s back. A whisper of touch along her spine all as she watched. The stranger moaned at the touch and arched into it. An invitation. It curved toward her breast and teased. Soft, then slowly suctioning a nipple. A deep moan and another arch, all while she watched. She reached toward it and touched, feeling the velvet softness of its skin. She shook her head and cupped the woman’s face, tilting it a deep kiss, all as she watched another tendril reach toward her. She closed her eyes and held the woman, hands roaming her things and spanking her. She bit the stranger’s lip as she felt something caress her cheek.

Her eyes snapped open. It moved to her round lips and begged for entrance. She slipped her tongue over it and sighed as she sucked. It undulated inside her mouth, basking in the sweetness of her cries and it wanted more.

She felt another at her nipple, slowly suctioning in time with the one in her mouth. Another careening up her thighs and dragging across the mess running down her thighs before entering her.

The stranger’s eyes widened as she saw a tendril of darkness filling her lover’s mouth. Her tongue slipped around it, eyes closed in ecstasy as it moved inside her mouth. The stranger leaned forward and kissed the tentacle just below the woman’s mouth. Their tongues slipped off the entity and found each other. The suctioning at her nipple became harder, and she felt another join her empty breast. She writhed against the woman, desperate for friction, moaning as the tendril slipped between their mouths. She felt another at her entrance, lapping at her dripping ache, before pushing inside her. She pushed her breasts against the other woman and kissed and kissed. She lost herself in the undulation of mouths and tongues and gnashing bites as she rode the entity inside of her.

It lost itself in the feeling of their tongues worshipping it. The soft wetness of them as it entered and pushed. The cries and sighs of their desperation. It felt her hands rubbing it between the women. Nimble fingers down its shaft and placing it between them so they could ride it as they kissed it. The three of them a tangle of limbs and it was elated. It pumped inside them, growing in thickness until it felt them clench against it. It pushed deeper, sucking their nipples and worshipping their mouths and lost itself. It had been starved for so long. So long without being touched. It couldn’t stop.

The stranger began shaking first. Her walls trembled as she climbed her orgasm and released with a gasp. Tears ran down her cheeks as it entered her again, gentler than before, urging her to another release.

The woman, the object of its fantasy, pushed the stranger on her back and began rocking above her. She grabbed the woman’s hands and placed them on her breasts as they bounced. She lifted her ass in invitation and cried out as it plunged deeper than before. She rode it with a punishing pace and it couldn’t help moving away from the stranger to plunge into her mouth once more and wrapping around her neck, then chest, and settling between her folds as she rocked against it. Its thicker appendage kept up with her punishing pace and pause as the stranger spanked her ass. It resumed, thrilled as the other woman kneaded her ass and thighs and sucked her throat. She’d place ravenous kisses onto it as she worked on the woman above her. Moaning as it pounded against her walls.

It was distracted, shaking as it resumed its task. Another tentacle emerged and spanked the woman as she rocked her ass against him. She released a cry as he entered her ass, and another as the stranger snaked a finger to her clit. As a team they worked to render her incoherent and drooling. She arched her back with a cry that drove it over the edge. All of its appendages released a thick, warm spray inside the women. It felt them come with it and slumped onto the mattress. It curled around them and held them. Satiated at last.

[resowrites]

Rolo - oneshot.

Summary: Henry takes learning about his wife’s pregnancy a tad too far…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, graphic descriptions of labour/childbirth, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 3002

A/N: Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Rolo - oneshot.

"Oh my God, this reads like Stephen King…"

"Will you please be quiet? I'm trying to watch tv—"

"Oh stop, you can watch the A-Team any time. Now listen to this, a 'show' is the act of the mucus plug that seals the opening of the cervix, falling out as either a blob or smaller pieces of pinkish jelly—" she threw the spoon she was holding back into her pot of yoghurt.

"Henry shut up, I don't want to hear this while I'm eating!"

"It looks a bit like that apparently," he pointed to the pot in her hand, much to her chagrin. "It signals the start of the cervix beginning to soften and thin ready for labour, though this can take anywhere from an hour to several days to begin…" She hoped Henry was finally finished and tentatively took another mouthful of yoghurt. "Sometimes the colour of the plug is red or brown—"

"Henry, stop it!"

"What? I'm just trying to share with you the miracle of creation!"

"No you're not, you're being an annoying little shit because I had the last yoghurt and you don't want to let me enjoy it!"

"Don't be ridiculous, we've got our first scan coming up soon, don't you want me to be prepared?"

"Henry, it's not a fucking quiz, and anyway, it's me who has to answer any questions, not you!"

"Well, excuse me for wanting to be ready just in case, God most women would give anything for their husbands to be this involved!"

"Henry, why is it you need to know about the 'show,' or anything else that happens at that point in labour? You're not the one delivering the baby!"

"Well, who knows? You could go into labour on the bathroom floor and the paramedics might not make it to the house in time, we are a bit out in the sticks here."

"That won't happen, most women have to be induced—"

"What does that mean? Hang on let me look it up," he flipped further ahead in the baby book. "Ah, induction means to bring on the start of labour artificially. Before this is done, a membrane sweep is performed first. This involves a midwife or doctor sweeping their finger around the cervix via internal examination. This should help separate the amniotic sac surrounding the baby from the cervix—"

"Henry, I'm really getting annoyed with you now!"

"What? This is fascinating! To continue—" she gritted her teeth.

"If labour does not then occur, an induction will be offered next. This procedure involves the insertion of a pessary or gel into the vagina. If contractions do not begin after six hours, a further tablet or dose of gel will be used. Please be aware that induced labour is usually more painful and can require assistance via ventouse or forceps. What the hell's a ventouse?"

"Henry, I'm giving you until the count of five to put that book down. One—"

"A ventouse is a vacuum cup attached to your baby's head via suction—"

"Two—"

"It's pulled gently by the midwife or doctor to aid in delivery—"

"Three—"

"However, this method comes with several risks including a third or fourth-degree vaginal tear. This means the wall of the anus is ruptured—"

"Four, five! That's it, give me that right now!" She snatched the book from Henry's hands and chucked it aside.

"What the hell did you do that for?! We were just getting to an interesting bit!"

"Really, you find the instance of vaginal tearing even remotely interesting, do you?"

"Look, I have to learn about all of this otherwise I'll be clueless to help!"

"Is that right? And what help do you expect to be?"

"… Well, I can tell the doctor what it looked like before, it'll help him put everything back in place!"

"That's it, I'm going downstairs—"

"No, wait! I'm only joking, jeez lighten up will ya? I'm just trying to have a bit of fun!"

"Yeah, but it's easy to do that when you're not the one who has to give birth!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm already shit scared about all of this without you telling me my rectum could be torn asunder!"

"Oh for God's sake, that isn't going to happen!"

"Oh yeah? How do you know?"

"Because I won't let anything like that happen, alright?"

"Henry you're not going to have that much control over the situation, neither of us will!"

"Well maybe not but at least I'll be there to advocate for you, and I'll make sure everything is done correctly. That's why I have to learn about each stage of delivery."

"Well, can you at least stop reading aloud? I honestly don't want to hear all the grisly details thanks very much!"

"It's not grisly! It's a beautiful process—"

"Henry, birth may be many things but it's hardly beautiful—" he ignored her and continued.

"Just think, you'll be able to squeeze a whole person out of an opening that's only a few centimetres wide! Well, actually your cervix has to be ten centimetres dilated before you can safely start to push."

"Oh, God help me…"

"What? I can't wait! Being able to watch my baby being born will be the happiest day of my life! Even if it also means having to watch my favourite place in the whole world become like a Stretch Armstrong…"

"What do you mean? You're not going at the goal end, are you?!" Henry snorted.

"Well of course! Otherwise, how do I know that it's actually ours and not one that they've swapped?"

"Henry, trust me, no one is going to take our baby. So you're really going to watch the whole thing? Even as I start to crown?"

"Wait, what does that mean?" He tried to reach for the baby book which was still resting at the bottom of the bed.

"Oh no you don't, I'm not hearing any more blow-by-blows of birth thanks very much."

"Fine! I'll just look it up on my phone."

"Yeah, you might not want to do that—" suddenly Henry shrieked aloud.

"Jesus bloody Christ! Did it have to show me pictures? God, it's like she's being ripped in half!" He held his phone up close to her face.

"I did tell you not to look it up! Anyway, you wanted to see it, are you still so keen now on watching it live?"

"Well, I had no idea it was that graphic! Christ, I hope I don't end up with performance issues…" Henry looked down plaintively at his crotch.

"Oh, typical, you have to make it all about you. Did you honestly think the baby just appeared? Like all I had to do was sneeze and out it popped?"

"Well no, but now I must admit I'm getting scared as well - me and all of my brothers were big babies, I don't think it's gunna be that easy…"

"Oh well great, thanks for warning me."

"What? I'm just being honest! You could end up having one of those record babies, you know like how you see on the internet?" She breathed in hard.

"Henry, if you do that to me I will actually never forgive you—"

"Well, it's not my fault! Weren't you a big baby as well?"

"No I bloody well wasn't!"

"Maybe that'll balance it out then, besides it's not like they can't stitch you up afterward!"

"Oh God, kill me…"

"What? I can always get you a little rubber ring to sit on!"

"Henry, if you don't button it right now—"

"They use stitches darling, buttons would hardly be appropriate—"

"Carry on sonny boy and you're gunna be the one who needs stitches!"

"Alright, alright. God, I was only trying to be helpful!"

"No you weren't, you were just trying to scare me!"

"No I wasn't, I would never do that! As I said, everything will be alright—"

"You don't know that! This will be my first time giving birth, literally anything could happen..."

"Well, I'm sure there are lots of things we can do to prepare. Just let me have my handy guide back—"

"No, you're not reading any more baby books!"

"Fine, I'll just consult Google then instead. Let's see, how do you prevent tearing during pregnancy?" She took a deep breath. "Ah, see here it says an ep-is-iot-omy, a cut made in the perineum, is performed to make the vaginal opening wider where necessary—" 

"Right, I’m putting on my headphones—" 

"This cut is typically made diagonally… wait so they don't just cut downwards? You know so it's like one big hole?" 

"Oh bollocks, they're out of power!" 

"Are you listening to me?!" 

"I'm trying not to, no." 

"Well you'll be glad to know there's also such thing as 'perineal massage—'"

"Oh, well that's a relief…" 

"This can be performed from thirty-five weeks onwards as a useful tool to help prevent tears. It even says I can perform the massage for you—"

"Yeah, no thanks."

"Well, what do you expect me to do then? Just wait outside and leave you in the delivery room all scared and alone?"

"You can stay here, in fact. I'm not sure I even want you in the building anymore…"

"Oh now come on, you know I was only trying to make you laugh talking about all this stuff!"

"Henry I don't need a bloody comedian, I need a birth partner who's gunna take it seriously and actually be useful—"

"Yeah and that's why I'll be right by your side, cheering you on, and you can scream and yell and hit me as many times as you want."

"Can I do that right now?" He gave her a mischievous smile.

"I tell you what, why don't we change the subject and try some birth positions instead? Look, you can even lay like this with your arse in the air," Henry kneeled on both legs and let his face fall into the pillow. "Actually, on second thoughts, it was this position that got you into this situation..." She choked on her cup of tea. "What about like this then," he jumped out of the bed and propped one leg up on the edge of it. "It's called the 'leg-up lunge,' really helps open up the pelvis apparently and relieve back pain," Henry looked over to see her holding her face in her hands. "Or you can just do this," he rolled onto his back and pulled back each leg with his hands. In doing so, he landed on the remote and accidentally changed the channel.

"Oh for fuck sake, Henry! It was just getting to a juicy bit!" 

"Tell me about it, I need you to check how far along I am—" 

"Henry, I really am starting to lose my patience!" She leaned between Henry's legs and tried to manoeuvre him off of the remote. 

"Hey, it's me who's meant to push, not you!" 

"Will you bloody stop it?! And move out of the sodding way—" she carried on rooting around, not seeing the bottle of water he'd quickly grabbed from the bedside table. Seconds later, a jet of water hit her face.

"OH NO, I THINK MY WATER JUST BROKE!!!"

 "W-WHAT THE FUCK!!!" She coughed and spluttered while Henry collapsed into a pile of giggles. "That's it, I'm done." She scooched off the bed and headed for the door.

"WAIT, wait!" She stopped and turned round to face him. "You've still got water on your face—" she tried to storm off, only for Henry to catch her by the wrist. 

"Get off me, you arch idiot. I'm so angry with you I could scream!"

"Oh now come on! I was just trying to give us a bit of practice. I don't want you to think you've wet yourself—"

"HENRY, THAT IS ENOUGH!"

"Mmmm... I love it when you get mad. Come on, let's have some fun—" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

"You must be joking!"

"Well, what’s the harm? I've already knocked you up!"

"Henry—"

"And don't think I haven't noticed how big they're getting…" Henry pointed towards her chest.

"Listen to me you little turd, they're not the only things getting bigger. Very soon I'm going to be up to fifty pounds heavier, with an arse that could flatten even you - so don't piss me off!"

"... But I'll be able to hear you coming." 

"Right, that's it! I'm sleeping downstairs. Seeing as this is all just some big joke to you—"

"Whoa, hang on, that's absolutely not the case. I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to make you less worried about giving birth. Honestly, I don't care if you scream, cry, puke, or even shit everywhere—" her nostrils flared. "Take it easy! Come on, let's get to bed, all this stress isn't good for the baby." She batted his hand away and folded her arms almost as soon as she was back in bed. "Okay, so you don't want to lie on your back. That's probably for the best seeing as the baby could then shoot across the room if you push too hard... I wonder if that's ever actually happened? Lemme see." She snatched the phone away.

"Henry, this is your last warning—"

"Fine, fine. Can we talk names then?"

"Oh, but we can never agree! Everything you like, I hate! Besides your mum used up most of the decent boy's names…"

"Well, let's think, what about Jack?"

"See, I like Jack but it runs into your surname because of the ‘k’ sound at the end. So it sounds like one long name, 'JackCavill.'"

"Okay, well what about Jake?"

"That's the same problem."

"Alright then, Jacob?"

"Nah."

"Caleb?"

"Nah."

"Callum?"

"Callum Cavill? Isn't that a bit of a mouthful?"

"Okay well, let's park boys' names for a minute and try out girls' names instead. What about Amelie?"

"Nah, I don't want too many syllables."

"Okay, Amy?"

"Mmm, no I don't want anything too cutesy."

"Ugh, what about Olivia then? That way she can be named after you—"

"Except my name's not actually Olivia is it?"

"Well, it's still a nice name! Why don't you come up with some instead of just criticizing me?"

"Actually, I'd rather just sit here and watch my programme in peace, seeing as how you've robbed me of that opportunity for the last half an hour!"

"But we've got to come up with a shortlist of names, otherwise, we'll struggle nearer the time!"

"Well, my sister said it's sometimes better to wait. Often you pick a name and then find that it doesn't actually suit the baby at all."

"... How about Hollie?"

"Hollie?"

"Yeah, I mean, she'll be born around Christmas time and it's a nice combination of both our names."

"Mmm… maybe."

"… And for a boy, we could always have Rudolph." She sighed and switched the tv off so she could turn over and go to sleep. 

"Hey, hang on, we're not done yet!"

"Henry, we've got months to decide and if it's okay with you, I'd like to get to sleep before I'm given any more reasons to have nightmares."

"Oh darling, there's really nothing to worry about. I mean, the chances of it having a conehead or a vestigial tail are actually very minor…"

"What the hell are you talking about now?!"

"Oh, didn't you know? When a baby is born its skull compresses so that it can squeeze its way out of the birth canal—"

"Okay, got it."

"But don't worry, it'll eventually round out in a few weeks—"

"That's good to know. Goodnight Henry."

"Wait! I haven't said goodnight to the baby!"

"Oh don't worry, they've been listening to you all evening and would now like some peace and quiet as well."

"Aww come on, roll back over so I can kiss them and you goodnight." She sighed and reluctantly turned onto her back. This was their new nightly routine and Henry wouldn't let her rest until he got to perform it. He scooted down slightly so he was level with her waist, and placed both hands gently on her stomach. He then lowered his head and spoke quietly.

"G'night bubba, Mummy and Daddy love you so, so much - only a few more weeks and we'll get to hear your heartbeat for the first time!"

"You know the lucky sod can't actually hear you just yet? It won't be able to until I'm at least eighteen weeks—"

"Will you please stop being such a spoilsport! And stop calling our baby 'it!' We at least need to come up with a placeholder name. Something sweet and memorable—"

"So that's a no to conehead then?" Henry clucked his tongue.

"Ignore her bubba, she's just cranky cos you're making her hormonal and retain water." She thumped him on the arm. "Ow! That hurt!"

"That wasn't me, that was my hormones…" Henry rolled his eyes. "And can you go get me some Rennies? I've got heartburn again."

"Hey, that's an idea, what about Rennie?"

"You want to name our baby after an anti-acid?"

"Well, can you come up with something better?" She considered it for a moment.

"How about Rolo? I mean that's the only thing I've been craving since I've been pregnant."

"Is it really a craving if you ate them lots before you were pregnant? And how come we can't name it after indigestion tablets but we can name it after your favourite chocolate?"

"Well, why not? I think Rolo's cute! It's about the size of one at the moment as well."

"Fine, although there's also the option of Henry Junior…" She gave him an annoyed look. "Alright, alright. Rolo it is. And don't worry, to me you'll always have a beautiful vagina—"

"Right, just for that, get your arse down those stairs and get me some Rolo's as well. Now, mister!"

"… Are you sure there's any left?" The look on her face made Henry shoot out of bed but not before he gave both her and her stomach a kiss.  

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[piracytheorist]

Episode 28 extras!

I don't know if it's because I'm a parched bitch that will take literally anything the anime team will give me and I'll also thank them, but I'm actually glad they decided to expand the episode with fillers from random parts of the manga. That way they can use more of Endo's stuff that they cannot make an entire episode out of, and at the same time put enough space between anime and manga so that Endo won't be pressured and also the anime won't veer into different canon.

Like, I felt that Yuri's part got adequate screen time and focus. The choices they seemed to have were 1) Push it into a half-episode and add another chapter for the second half, 2) Make it into a full episode dedicated just on that, and 3) Go freely, see how much screen time it takes up, then use fillers for the rest of the episode. And I like that they took the third option, thus giving the appropriate time for Yuri's part without rushing it nor stretching it too much. It was, after all, an episode that required some long moments of silence, so it makes sense why it needed almost sixteen minutes instead of ten like most other chapters get.

Anyway! Bondman is over Princess Honey, it seems.

He once again shoots his enemies with suction cup darts. Guess real bullets are too much... but blood is not, lol

I mean they do show him getting whipped on another episode, so

Also, poor trigger discipline! Get yo finger off!

Then Spy Wars decides to get actually dark. A little.

I was so convinced by my crack theory that the show is royal propaganda for Ostania, that this shook me completely off, lol.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS ANYMORE. The fictional kid's cartoon in my fake family anime makes no sense and I am devastated

The second to last thing I expected from Spy Wars was to give Bondman a harem. The last thing I expected was for those women to get revenge on him for exactly that.

And then once again I am Loid, Loid is me

What is this generation rotting their brains with

I also didn't expect them to animate the bonus parts from the manga! I liked that they added a layer of art strokes over it. Dunno why, but it's a funny little addition to end the episode.

Anya: *is a child* Twilight: I dO nOT UnDeRsTAnD!!11!!

Here Loid is wearing a shirt while in the manga he's shirtless, and being the whump fan I am, my very first thought was "Now I can still headcanon he has scars there and is cautious about showing them 👀👀"

Also! Anya's alarm clock says it's twenty-five to nine, and Loid says she has ten minutes before her bus gets there.

So the bus arrives at a quarter to nine, takes her to school, and classes start around nine. I thought they'd start at eight, lol, but now it makes sense why sometimes it's sunset when Anya gets back from school.

And another VERY FUNNY detail is that the alarm is ringing, and when Loid shakes Anya he's also shaking the clock. If you notice you can hear the alarm bell ring a little differently as he does because the movement impacts the way the little hammer hits the bells. It rings again normally when he stops moving. I legitimately cannot believe they went that far in the sound effects department, we stan 🤣

[momolady]

First Attempts At Smut: Author's April #5

(Let's end the month with something truly terrifying! Here is a collection of super short stories I wrote ages ago that make me cringe for several reasons. These are quite possibly my earliest attempts at writing smut. Some include former OCs of mine and my friends. They're terrible. They're in bad taste probably. And they make me see how far I've come writing smut. Please read with caution.)

Tentacle Invasion:

Ever since the comet had hit earth, strange things had been happening. People were disappearing, there were strange anomalies, unexplained power outages, and many other things. Holly was a scientist who had just been assigned to work at the sight of the comet’s landing. Many women didn’t last long there, Holly heard. A lot of women quit for unexplained reasons.

Well, during her first few weeks Holly had been working with Dr. Lynch. He was a good looking older man, salt and pepper hair, deep green eyes, and he had big hands. He and Holly flirted back and forth for a while until one night when he ate Holly out. Soon they were having a hot affair, fucking each other in private sectors of the camp.

One such night, he was deep inside Holly, fucking her harder than he had before. She was bent over a research table, letting him have his rough way with her. He slapped her ass and called her dirty names.

“Your naughty pussy keeps sucking me back in!” He hissed. “It’s making such filthy noises.”

“Your cock feels so good!” Holly moaned. “I can’t help it! Oh doctor! Go harder please! Harder!”

He grinned. “I’ll tear you in half if you want.” He thrust harder hitting deep inside her and causing his to quiver excitedly.

There was a noise outside the tent and he stalled, turning to look behind him. “Oh! Don’t stop!” Holly whined.

He returned to pumping his hips, but he was still cautious. There was another noise and he pulled out, pulling his pants back up. “I’m just going to see what the noise is. I’ll be right back.” He said with a sure smile and then whisked out of the tent.

Holly sighed, irritated. She stood there, feeling her juices slide down her leg as she waited for him. She waited, feeling stupid. He didn’t ever come back and when she was fed up she left the tent in a huff, heading back to her quarters.

She was walking around the back of the tent, close to the fence surrounded the comet. She noticed there was a hole in the fence that hadn’t been there earlier. Curious, she walked towards it and looked down in the crater towards the comet.

That’s when she felt something lick at the back of her legs. She jumped, spinning around and looking behind her. Nothing. Something licked her other leg, she jumped at this too. Still nothing. She pulled her lab coat tight around her and started to move away, but something tugged at her ankle. Looking down she saw a slippery, tentacle like arm wrapped around her ankle. She went to scream but another tentacle wrapped around her mouth and she was then pulled to the ground, dragged down into the hole in the fence and down towards the comet sight.

Before she could figure out what was happening, her wrists were bound back as well as her other ankle. Her legs were then spread open wide and the lab coat ripped from her body. She screamed against the tentacle wrapped around her mouth. But as she did it thrust between her lips and down her throat, injecting some hot liquid that she was forced to swallow.

Holly suddenly began to feel strange. Her whole body was beginning to feel hot and tingly. She grows limp and pliable, the tentacles spreading her legs open wider. Another set of smaller tentacles wrapped around her breasts then sunk suction cup like mouths to her nipples, sucking and twisting them in a way that caused her pleasure.

The tentacle in her mouth rolled around inside, ticking her throat and squeezing her tongue. It felt good as well, Holly couldn’t help it. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, feeling herself become lost in what was being delivered to her. Looking down she saw a thick, nobly looking tentacle come up between her leg, rubbing against her thighs and then rubbing up and down her pussy, teasing her clit and stroking her labia teasingly.

Holly tried to fight then but as she did the tentacle in her mouth grew fatter, the one’s sucking on her breasts grew harsher, making her feel as if they were biting her. Then, the tentacle thrust deep inside her pussy, rolling around and wriggling, hitting places no cock ever had.

“MMMMN! UGGHHH!” Holly screamed, getting fucked by a strange monster she couldn’t see. Despite how she knew it was wrong she couldn’t help but enjoy it. The tentacle felt amazing inside her, hitting all the way back and thrusting against her cervix the way she wished Dr. Lynch could.

The tentacle in her mouth removed itself, sliding down her chest and belly and then flicking her clit like a tongue. “Oh fuck!” Holly moaned, quivering. “Please! Please stop! Leave me be!”

The thrusts in her pussy became harder and faster, jack hammering her so that her entire body shook with the force. “Oh holy fuck!” Holly cried. “It feels so good!” The tentacles around her breasts squeezed, plumping them up in the air. “Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” She threw her head back, her pussy convulsing and squirting out her cum all over the tentacles. “UNNNGH! AAAAAAHHH!” She screamed, being ravished by a monster.

The tentacle pulled out and then thrust between her lips, thrusting in and out in slower pumps. Holly sucked it like she would a cock, tasting her juices all over it as well as it’s natural flavor. It was salty and hot. It rolled against her tongue, squirming as if in pleasure.

That’s when Holly felt something else thrust at her pussy. Looking down she saw another tentacle, much thicker and covered in what looked like smaller tentacles. It flicked and stroked her pussy, sometimes going inside teasingly. Holly moaned loudly, nodding her head and thrusting her wanton sex at it. She was lost to it’s pleasures now. She didn’t care that this monster was fucking her. She just cared that it WAS fucking her.

The tentacle then eased inside her easily, her pussy stretching to accommodate it. Holly sighed, feeling it wriggle all around inside her. The small arms on it rubbed every inch of her, causing her to cum again softly. Her juices spilled out on the floor as it began to move, thrusting and rotating at the same time.

The tentacles then held her up, suspended it in the air as if she had been frozen in the middle of a jumping jack. The tentacles inside her stilled for a moment then squirmed around inside, poking at the mouth of her womb. That’s when she felt something licking at the bud of her ass.

“MMMM!” Holly cried out. The tentacle poking into her ass, stretching her tightest hole. The sensation of having every hole filled was beginning to drive Holly crazy. She came hard, again, writhing and beating with the rhythm of the tentacles’ movements.

The tentacle in her mouth released a gush of hot liquid that she was forced to swallow and soon everything went dark.

Oh My Goddess:

Once upon a time, a man seeking his fortune wandered into a clearing. There he decided to rest. He had been traveling for weeks, his money was running low, and he had not eaten a thing in days. Feeling weak and haggard the man thought that this beautiful clearing would be the best place for him to lay down and gain some strength back. Upon finding a soft, grassy area in which to lay the man closed his eyes. He had a dream then of a beautiful woman with long red hair, curly and wild. She came to him, naked and bare and presented to him the bounty of her breasts. He suckled on her nipple and she fed him with the milk of life within.

“Grow strong again.” The woman whispered. “I will save you.” She stroked the man’s hair as he continued to suckle and feed.

But the man began to realize, he was not dreaming as he thought. The woman felt to warm and soft and real. He no longer felt the pangs of hunger stabbing at him. The taste of her milk was sweet and soothed his parched throat. He pulled his mouth away and stared up at the woman. “Who are you?” He asked.

The woman stared back, mouth open and taking in a shocked breath. “You can see me?” She went to move but the man caught her by her wrists. He saw the crown in her hair.

“You are a goddess?” He asked.

“No one is supposed to see me.” The goddess whispered. “Please let me go.”

The man pulled her closer. “I’m not done yet.” He brought her breast back to his mouth and continued his feast.

The goddess moaned. “Please stop. I beg of you.”

The man bit down on the nipple of the goddess and rolled it around on his tongue causing the goddess to spasm. He then pulled on her hair, bringing her face to his and he kissed her. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tasting her and rolling his tongue with hers. The goddess pulled back, gasping and she tried to run but she tripped on the greenery.

“If I can see you, that must mean I was made for you.” The man said walking to her. He sat down back beside her and took her in his arms.

“I do not know what you mean.” The goddess whimpered. “I am the goddess of the doomed traveler.” She pulled away.

The man held her close. “Please do not leave me. If I am doomed, let it be by your hand.” He kissed her again. The goddess whimpered sweetly. The man then removed his clothes, tossing them aside and standing before the goddess naked. He thrust his hips out, presenting his throbbing cock to her. “You fed me your milk, let me feed you mine.”

The goddess licked her lips, gently pressing her cheek against the head and shaft. She felt the weight of it against her then she began licking. Her tongue was hot, causing him to throb. “You are blessed.” The goddess whispered against him. “A mighty cock has been bestowed upon you.” She took the length of him in her mouth and began moving her head, sucking all the while.

The man groaned loudly. Her mouth was hot and soft. Her tongue firm against him. The mouth of a goddess he thought. Then he let out a wild cry and ejaculated into her mouth. Some dribbled out onto her lips and she licked it up, swallowing.

The man collapsed onto his back and the goddess sat on his chest, rubbing up and down him. Her cunt was slick and wet and she wetted his chest with her abundant girl cum.

“Oh, my dear sweet traveler, let me feast upon you.” She opened her hips and lowered her hand, opening her quim to him. It was a vibrant pink, growing red deeper within. Inside and out was shining with her hot juices. The tight bulb at the top of her pink flower was hard. Everything about it was wanton and ready.

“I am not ready yet.” The man gasped.

The goddess reached down and stroked the man’s cock. Bringing it to new life he didn’t think he possessed. The man gasped. He was harder than he had ever been, bigger as well. Despite the ecstasy he was in pain. With her wanton sex laid splayed out before him he couldn’t hold on.

“I want to feast upon you,” the goddess gasped hungrily. “Fill me up and satisfy me. Please.” She begged. Her fingers entered inside, swirling her juices around and creating lewd noises.

The man shoved her off, pinning her to the ground. She rolled over onto her stomach and held her rump up to him. The man stood behind her, opening her cunt and sliding inside. His cock thrust hard inside the goddesses hot, wet cave. She cried out, arching her hips to accept him.

“I can feel your cock all the way inside! Ah! I can feel it hit all the way back!” She cried out. “It feels like I’m going to melt!”

The man pump his cock into her, the flesh of his thigh slapping against her plump rear. “You’re so soft and wet.” The man gasped. “I’m going to fill you full of cum. I’m going to drown you with it.”

“Yes!” The goddess gasped. “Harder. I want it harder.” She pressed her ass closer to him. “I want it ever harder. I want you to split me in two.”

The man pumped as hard as he could. He could feel himself hit all the way back into the goddess’ pussy, ramming the hard wall there. She was tightening around him, squeezing hard and sucking him in. The man then slapped her ass as hard as he could.

The goddess cried out, digging her nails into her dirt. “Did you cum?” The man chuckled. “Did you cum when I hit you?” He slapped her ass again and he felt her tighten inside. Her juices began sloshing out, hot against his thigh. “You’re such a naughty goddess.” The man seethed, feeling himself reach his own limit.

“Don’t cum yet!” The goddess cried, shaking and vibrating in ecstasy. “Hit me again! Make me cum more!” The man slapped her ass again. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Make my dirty pussy belong to you!”

The man thrust and pumped, almost always at the verge of orgasm, but he kept going. The goddess came and came, her juices spilling out on both their thigh and legs. Soon, she was sitting atop the man, grinding and shoving him up deeper inside her. Her tight sex red and swollen from their endless fucking.

“I want to come!” The man finally gasped. “I’m going to fucking cum!” He exploded inside the goddess, his hot cum spurting inside her.

When the man awoke, he was naked in the clearing. His cock was sore and he smelled of sex. But his goddess was gone.

Gracie and Dante:

Gracie peered into Dante’s office to see him standing over his desk staring over paperwork. She let herself in carrying a tray of snacks. She knocked on the frame and Dante looked up and his face turned bright red.

“Ga-Gracie!” He gasped seeing Gracie wearing nothing more than a thin, lacy apron made the blood rush to his face and much lower.

Gracie beamed. “I figured since William was spending the night with Micah and Roy I’d do something special.” She walked into the room and sat down the tray of snacks and sat down before Dante. “Is it okay?” She asked, undoing his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

“Amazing,” Dante rasped as his eyes trailed down. He could barely see her nipples through the flimsy apron and her breasts squeezing out of the sides. He went down further to the milky white glow of her thighs and to the barely visible mound beneath the filmy lace. “Really, really amazing.” He knelt over and kissed her their tongues meeting. Dante nipped at the tip of her tongue and at her bottom lip as she rubbed her palm against the front of his pants which were growing tighter and tighter.

“Here,” Gracie plucked up a cherry from the snack tray and pushed down his bottom lip with it. Dante took it between his teeth and then kissed Gracie again and they shared the cherry, it’s juices trailing down their chins. Some splashed onto the curve of Gracie’s breasts and Dante lapped it up.

Gracie unzipped his pants and Dante hurriedly kicked them off and removed his shirt. He then ripped the apron off Gracie and stared over her naked body hungrily. Gracie went to the snack tray and placed a cherry between her breasts.

“Hungry?” Gracie asked.

“Ravenous,” Dante gasped. He took his tongue and licked up Gracie’ stomach and up between her breasts where he feasted on the cherry. He then bit her nipple and suckled gently at her breast.

“Ah,” Gracie moaned. “Dante.”

He looked up to see Gracie smearing cream down her throat. “Take me,” she whispered. “All of me.”

Dante’s fangs clicked out and Gracie licked them before he sunk them into her neck. She moaned loudly as he started drinking her in deeply. His dick grinded and throbbed against her, rubbing her clit. Dante took his hand and shoved it up between Gracie’s thighs to find her wet throbbing tunnel with his thick fingers.

“It feels so good,” Gracie cried out. “Ah, Dante, unh, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” she mewed.

“Dante removed his mouth from her neck. “Then I’ll stop.”

Gracie made a weak, arguing sound with her throat that made Dante smile. “But not completely.” He added then moved down to settle between her thighs. “You’re awfully wet, darling.” He breathed as he smoothed his hand down her rosy pink lips. “You must have been excited long before this.”

“Ah,” Gracie gasped. “A little.”

Dante finally set his mouth against her, probing her inner most part with his finger while he teased the small bud with his tongue. He fingered and licked her and she shamelessly grinded her hips and made noises with her throat as she bit onto her finger.

A warm gush of liquid thanked Dante for all his efforts and he laughed.

“Ah, that was amazing.” Gracie gasped as Dante stood back up. She grinned up at him with hungry eyes. “I’m starving now,” she breathed, her fangs clicking out. Dante arched his back  and thrust his hips out a little as Gracie dipped her head down to sink her mouth onto his bulging cock. He hissed as she first set her fangs in then he gripped at the back of her head and pulsed his cock into her sucking mouth. A little trickle of blood came out of the corner of Gracie’s mouth.

“Gracie,” he moaned. “Oh Gracie.”

Gracie swallowed and lifted her head back up to him. She licked at the corner of her lips and smiled bashfully. “Ready?”

Dante eased Gracie onto her back and opened up her legs. He gently opened up her tiny cunt with this fingers and grinned. “Bon appetite.” Dante thrust himself inside her and she cried out. “Does it feel that good inside?” Dante asked as he braced himself over top of her, licking her erect nipples. “Because being inside you drives me crazy.”

“You’re so hard,” Gracie mewed, trying to hide her lusty face.

Dante pulled her hands away and held her face up towards him. “Harder then,” he thrust deeper into her and she dug her nails into his back.

“I love you,” Gracie cried. “I love you.”

“I know,” Dante grunted. “I love you so much.”

Gracie brought Dante’s hand up to her mouth and sucked on his fingers to keep from crying out as she began her long succession of endless cumming. With each deep shudder Dante could feel the tight walls of her pussy ripple and constrict on his shaft. She certainly had the most gifted tunnel he had ever had. Finally she squeezed him so tight and so wonderfully he couldn’t hold back.

Gracie cried out when she felt Dante’s load shooting up inside her and he sagged in her arms. Gracie sighed tranquilly and kissed Dante on the cheek.

“I’m full.” Dante sighed, burying his face in her long hair.

Gracie nodded and squeezed Dante tightly in her arms.

Roz and Carter:

It was late in the evening but I was still busy doing some much needed filing and organizing in the tiny office Leopold had allotted to us. Gerard and Jules were long gone, out drinking with Major Lady I suppose. I know Leopold is still here because I just saw Honeycutt wandering the halls carrying a tray with his favorite late snacks on it.

“Working late?”

I looked up and to my surprise there was Major Lady standing in the doorway. He was holding a mug of coffee in his hand.

“Um yeah.” I answered slowly. “Had some paperwork to clean up. What are you doing here so late? I figured you’d have corralled Jules and Gerard into going drinking with you.”

“Nope. I have a lot of business to finish up myself. I’m just taking a quick break now.” He came in and sat down.

I looked over his eye patch, remembering how he had lost the use of that eye. I looked back down at my desk and sighed. “I know if I take one I’ll never get done.”

“Want some help?”

“No. It’s fine, thanks for the offer. But I can handle it myself.”

“You keep looking at my eye.”

I blushed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to.”

He laughed. “Nah. It’s okay. I get that a lot nowadays from women.” I felt myself chill a little then. “Actually that ain’t been many.” I looked back up at him. “I haven’t felt…normal since then”

“What do you mean?”

He laughed. “Oh c’mon. I ain’t gonna say it right out to you.”

“I work with two boys on a daily basis. I have heard many awful things in my lifetime, Major Lady.”

“Carter. Please, call me Carter.”

“Alright then, Carter. You can tell me.”

Major Lady sighed. “Well…you wouldn’t understand being a woman and all. But since the incident my um…let’s just say I’ve been having problems coming to full attention.”

I looked down at his pants then back up at him. “You mean erectile dysfunction?”

He turned bright red. “For christs sake don’t say so bluntly like that!”

“Oh, sorry.” I responded. “Well, I do know of an old Alcherist recipe for um…that purpose.”

“You do?”

“I have no idea if it actually works but I have come across it several times in my war paint books. Men, especially soldiers who had been in war, would use this um paint and uh…well paint the phallus.”

Major Lady arched his brow. “Really? What’s in it?”

“Oh everyday ingredients.” I chuckled. “I bet you have everything you need on your spice rack.” This was quite possibly the longest conversation I’d ever had with Major Lady.

“I don’t have a spice rack.”

I sighed. “Well, let me double check the recipe and I might be able to make you up a mixture here.”

His face turned red again. “I can’t believe you of all people are doing this for me.”

“Well…anything to help a comrade.” I reached up onto the bookshelf and picked my favorite book where I found the recipe. I found an empty canister and started mixing the spices and oils inside.

“You look so professional making your paints.” He said suddenly.

“Oh! I do?” I blushed a little.

“You look so serious.” Major Lady continued. “I like it better when you smile though.”

My face rouged a little more. “Thank you.” I looked back down at the book. “It says that this can be very potent so be careful with it.”

“How do I apply?” He asked.

“Directly to the um phallus.” I chuckled, feeling myself blush. I tightened the lid on the canister.

“Any certain pattern I need to paint it in?”

“Just five straight lines going from base to uh…” My eyes cascaded down and I saw the growing bulge in Major Lady’s pants. He was getting hard as we spoke! How noticeable it was too. I had heard rumors abound about Major Lady and his third leg.

“Rozlyn?”

I looked back up into his face, my face undoubtedly bright red. “Sorry! Um…a lot on my mind it wandered to uh…” My eyes were back on that bulge. “I’m sorry but you um…look as though you don’t need my help.”

“Shit.” He quickly pulled his military coat over himself. “I am so fucking sorry. You have no idea how hot you are and all this talk about this aphrodisiac and applying it. I got images in my head and well…”

“Images?”

He blushed. “I was picturing you applying it to me. Sorry.”

“And you called me blunt.” I laughed nervously. “It’s fine. Like I said, I deal with two boys all the time. So…” I scratched the back of my neck. “Does it hurt?”

“What?”

“The erection.”

He turned even redder. “For fucks sake. Now it does.”

“Huh?”

“You keep saying shit like that and it turns me on. Such simple things but coming from you…they excite me. Do you mind if I go and deal with it?” He sounded agitated.

“No. Stay.” I wasn’t controlling myself anymore. I reached out and shut the door.

He was stunned beyond one word. “What?”

I took his face in my hands and tasted his lips. “Ever since that day I’ve been wanting to do that.” I reached down and cupped his amazingly stiff bulge. “I normally despise you but all I can think of is you.” I kissed him again and he met me with hungry force. He certainly was an amazing kisser. Legends are coming true.

“Who knew you’d be the one to make the first move, Lady Rozlyn.” His breath becoming rasp. “But I’m afraid I may be too much for you to handle.”

“Wait.” I took the canister back and opened it. I licked my finger and dipped it inside. I then stuck my hand up under my skirt and stuck my finger inside me. “This will help a little.”

He was on me again. “God that was hot!”

I was undoing his belt as he grinded against me. He kissed and licked at my neck. His tongue tickled my ear and found great welcome in my mouth. God was he a great kisser!

I finally managed to undo his pants and drop them around his ankles. That’s when I took great pleasure on feasting my eyes on his massive cock. “Oh my! Legends do it no justice, Major Lady.”

“You like it?” He asked, stepping back and thrusting his hips forward so I could look at it in its entirety. It was long and thick like some tree. It curved slightly and was the most lovely pink color. The helmet was large and shining. It was so long it could touch above his bellybutton. And it was so thick I couldn’t touch my thumb to my index finger.

“It dumbs the senses.” I answered.

He laughed as he fell to his knees and spread open my thighs. “The potion has made you wet I see. So it was not just for dicks?” He touched me below and I cried out. The mixture had made me ultra sensitive and completely susceptible and any touch.

His finger slowly slid up inside me and stirred up my collecting juices. Then his tongue licked along my swollen nub and I melted.

“Carter!” I mewed, grabbing onto his hair.

“You’re delicious, Lady Roz.” He was squeezing my ass with his free hand. “Not many have sampled your honey I take?”

“One or two.” I rasped, loving his tongue and fingers as they entered and stroked me. “None have eaten me though.”

“I am lucky then,” he purred. I felt a third finger enter and I yelped. “I can’t wait to be inside you and sample your entire womanhood.”

“Carter,” I gasped. “I want to feel you inside me.” He started thrusting his fingers into me with the ferocity of a piston, all the while his tongue played longingly with my clit. I cried out once, begging for mercy against him. The potion was extremely powerful.

“Okay then.” Carter stood up. He took me in his arms and picked me up and sat me on the edge of my desk. He parted my thighs wide open then with both hands spread my pussy lips apart. I could feel the juices I had held inside seep out and pool beneath me.

He took the potion and did the five vertical stripes running from base to head. As soon as the paint was on he seethed. His hips pulsed forward and the pulse was so intense you could see his cock rise and ebb with it.

“Dammit I’m back!” Carter cheered victoriously. “I’ve never been this hard and big before.”

“You’ve done a good job so far.”

Carter put the helmet of his amazing cock against the entrance. “Please tell me if it begins to hurt.” He started pushing inside. The sensation was almost good enough to make me cum again. I could feel him slowly entering me and widening me inside.

“How do you feel?” Carter asked.

“Impatient. How do you feel?”

“The same but at the same time you’re squeezing me so tight I may go mad with hunger. You have a pussy to rival the goddesses.”

I sighed in pleasure and then I felt him hit all the way back inside me. “Is that it?”

“Not all of me can fit inside but it’s good enough. Hold on.” He started thrusting and I cried out in passion. His master cock felt so good rubbing inside me.

“I don’t know if it’s the potion or you,” his breath was rasp and cracking. “I’ve never felt this way before.” He then dipped his head and kissed me. By far the most passionate and loving kiss I’ve ever received. “I think I may love you.”

I cupped my hand over his mouth. “Don’t!”

His thumb began rubbing at my clit and I seized up in an involuntary spasm. Carter held me close to his chest, and lurched his cock upwards into me like a key in a door.

“I’m coming!” I cried out.

“Not surprising.” Carter was gasping for breath.

Korin and Justice: One

Justice had taken me to the waterfall he and his family had built with a picnic lunch. We spread a thick blanket over the pebble beach where we could lounge in the bright sunshine under the soft mist of the waterfall. The day couldn’t of been more perfect. It was hot out, but cool by the water. The sun was bright, creating a rainbow in the waterfall. And Justice was in especially good spirits. His handsome face glowed as we chatted and ate on small finger foods.

We lounged lazily on the blanket, barely touching but enjoying each others body heat. Just as I was going to reach out to touch him he jumped up. “I’m gonna go for a swim.” He announced and smiled at me. He started stripping. First removing his shirt to show off his smooth skin, rippling muscles and beautiful tattoos. He kicked off his shoes and started to unbutton his pants. He looked over at me. “Excuse me?” He chuckled, grinning sheepishly. “Oh! I’m so sorry ma’am. Allow me to avert my eyes.” I turned my head and covered my eyes. But as soon as I was sure he wasn’t paying attention I turned and opened my fingers to peek upon his naked form.

His back was turned to me, sinewy and tight. He had broad shoulders and back that narrowed down into his fit waist and then curved upward into his tight, plump ass. In the shadows of his curved thighs I could see his manhood. I stared in surprise. Was he getting he hard? But just as I was making sure he turned so I closed my eyes and fingers again and then I heard him splash into the water.

I opened my eyes to see he had yet resurfaced. Justice could stay under water as long as he wanted considering he was a Rhu an which required minimum oxygen. I thought about his tight ass taunting me with it’s boyish perfection. His wide, smooth back covered in tattoos. I wanted to rub my cheek against his back. Squeeze his ass. I wanted to see if he really was hard of if that was just a trick of the eye. I shook the thoughts from my head. I was getting myself too worked up. I took off my shoes and started wading in the water, hoping to cool myself down.

Justice popped out of the water and waved at me from the other side of the pond. I waved back and he laughed.

“You should join me!” He replied, swimming, his ass sometimes popping out.

I shook my head. “No way! I don’t have anything to change into. I’m not stupid like you are.”

He suddenly went back under water and before I had a chance to jump back a huge wave splashed up on me. I screamed and fell down onto the beach. “Oh damn you, Justice!” I screamed.

He was laughing somewhere I couldn’t see.

I stood up and looked down at myself. I was soaked completely through. My shirt clung to me and you could see my black bra. Not just my bra but my nipples were completely erect. My shorts were riding up and becoming uncomfortable as well. I smoothed my hair back away from my face then squeezed and twisted my shirt between my fists.

“You should swim with me now.” I looked up to see Justice bobbing in the water just before me. There was a look in his eyes I didn’t trust. He licked his lips.

I grunted and moved to jump into the water.

“At least take your clothes off so they have a chance to dry.”

“Oh very funny!” I huffed and moved back up onto the beach. I was getting ready to get the spare blanket to wrap around myself went I felt extremely hot arms wrap around me. I gasped and tried to jerk away but he held me firmly in place.

“Let me help you.” He whispered into my ear. Now I was sure. He was hard. Very hard. I could feel it sliding against my lower back and my butt cheeks.

He pulled my shirt up off over my head and tossed it onto a tree limb. He then roughly pulled down my shorts and underwear. He then fumbled with my bra. He grunted angrily at it.

“Need help?” I asked.

“Nope.” And then he reached around front and ripped it between the cups.

“Justice!” I screamed. He grabbed onto me, pressing my back closer into him. His dick pulsed between us. Justice kneaded at my breasts as he grinded into me. He fit both of my small breasts into one hand then reached down with his free palm to dig into my lowest depths. I gasped, feeling his fingers move around clumsily sometimes hitting, mostly missing. Finally he felt the taught little button at the top of my folds and began teasing it.

“Ju-Justice please.” I gasped. He dipped a finger in and out. In and out.

“You’re wet.” Justice said pleased. “Did you like watching me undress that much?” He knew I had been watching.

“Well…” I gasped for air.

His cock had made itself at home between my ass cheeks and lower back. He was moving it up and down vertically against them. He was amazingly long but not to thick so it wasn’t as scary as some porno dicks were. He pulled his hips back and dipped and moved his dick between my skinny thighs and slid it along the sensitive slit of my vagina lightly coating it in a shiny coat of my girl cum. He placed his chin on my shoulder and we both looked down at his dick sticking out between my legs. He stopped thumbing my clit so we could get the full impact of it.

“Touch it.” Justice whispered then started playing with my ear.

I reached down with one hand and pushed the heel of my palm against the glistening red helmet. It was radiating a heat that frightened me a little but as I ran the blade of my fingers against the shaft I realized that inside it would feel amazing. I wrapped my fingers around and began stroking it gently. Justice put his finger back onto my clit and began rubbing. He grinded against each other. I reach around to grip onto Justice’s taught ass. Justice pinched and wonderfully hurt my tender breasts. We groaned and gasped together. I was becoming sloppily wet below and slicking Justice’s velvety soft shaft.

“Okay.” Justice rasped with a husky voice. “Okay. Okay. Let go.”

I did so and he released me. He pulled back away from me and he laid down on the blanket. I stood above him looking at his phallus point north towards the sky like it was signaling his home planet. Justice beckoned me down to him and I obeyed. I got to my knees, straddling his hips. I slowly lowered myself down. Justice took his cock into his hand and guided it inside as I came down onto him.

I was right. The heat was absolutely amazing it radiated through out my entire body and surged. His dick pulsed and twitched inside me. Justice hissed, controlling himself as I began to move and thrust forward against him. I balanced my hands against his knees and pushed forward. My small breasts bounced excitedly.

Justice sat up and sunk his burning mouth onto my taught, tiny nipples. I wrapped my arms around him and then we rolled over falling into the water. Justice picked me up and remained inside me as he jumped into the water. Under the water he cupped his mouth to mine and began doing my breathing for me. Although our breathes were ragged and uneven from sex.

I felt the smooth rock against my back and then Justice continued our lovemaking. His body was warm in the cool water, his cock nearly boiling. I screamed with orgasm into his mouth and he echoed it back. I ran my fingers through his flowing red hair and cried out again, making delicious little animal noises. He rutted and plowed into me, his long dick hitting all the way back into me.

He made a low guttural sound in my mouth like a beast of pray feasting on its kill. There was a hot explosion deep inside me of him releasing himself inside. And then we bobbed up onto the surface of the water panting and wheezing. Justice swam me back to the edge and placed me on the pebble shore.

“Justice,” I panted, reaching for him.

“Hold still.” He ordered and opened up my legs again to sink he tongue deep inside me. I screamed with renewed orgasm as his tongue seemed to grow inside me. Rhu could change the shape of their body and I knew that’s what Justice was doing now. I quivered in little tremors of absolute pleasure. It seemed Justice couldn’t get his fill of me until I began crying out loudly. I pulled at his hair as it all became too amazingly much. He finally lifted his head then washed his face in the water and looked at me pleased.

“Wha-what was that?” I gasped.

“I had to uh…make sure of something.” He said as he lay atop of me.

“Sure of what?”

He licked my neck. “I was using my own brand of protection.” He said, working his mouth up to mine.

“You mean you…”

“Basically.” He shrugged then licked his mouth. “We were pretty reckless so I didn’t want any accidents.”

“Well…it felt pretty good even if it was a sterilizing procedure.” I chuckled.

Korin and Justice: Two

One day after I came home from work I saw a gift bag sitting on my bed. When I inspected it I found a card attached to the front. It said: To Korin, Love Justice. I hope you get inspired by the gifts inside.

Of course I was nervous. Ever since our first time making love Justice has easily manipulated me into doing some pretty adventurous things. First there was the time out by the waterfall. Then one time he gave me oral sex in my car just before school started. And only a few days ago after we watched an animated porn we did it standing up in my closet.

So I opened the bag and decided my best bet was to pull out each item randomly one at a time. The first thing I pulled out was pretty conventional for a guy to want his girl to wear. It was this sexy lingerie. The only thing I didn’t care for was how pink it was. It had a corset like frame with puffy bunny-tail like things that cupped the breasts and pushed them up into your eye sockets. It then had matching fluffy-bunny panties, a garter belt and thigh high pink stripy socks. I guess he wanted me to look like some cartoon candy slut. I laid the outfit on my pillow.

I reached into the bag again, fearing for the worse. I pulled out a new bullet vibrator. It was silver with a pearly control handle and button. He had batteries taped to the box. I guess he wanted me to feel good whenever he wasn’t around. I placed that next to the outfit.

I rummaged back into the box and pulled out a bottle of clit sensitizing lotion. Ok. I can live with that. So far it’s been a pretty dirty pinata of goodies but nothing shocking like I expected.

The next object I pulled out did get me to worrying. It was a pair of handcuffs that matched the sexy candy costume. I suppose Justice wanted us to get into bondage next. Great.

I reached in again and finally got the shock I was looking for. I pulled out a big, long pink dildo. I held it for a moment looking at it. In a way it looked like a big piece of candy. But at the same time it looked like a clear hot-pink dick. It was quite realistic with a head, veins, and even simulated balls. And at the bottom were three suctions cups. I sat it down and just looked at it as I reached inside for the next item.

It was cherry flavored lube with a tingling sensation. Justice had gotten some not to long ago and he really enjoyed it. I liked it to. But was he expecting me to use it along with the dildo.

I reached into the bag for the final item and produced a video camera with a note attached. The note said: First of all, I hope you enjoy your presents. Second of all I want you to use them and film yourself with this camera.

He wanted me to what?

Don’t do it if you don’t want to. I just thought you’d be cute and I wanted to see it. I love you, Justice.

That asshole. I turned and looked over at my bed. I was actually feeling kind of horny. Justice and I hadn’t done it in about a week now. At least not since my closet. I still had the animated porn and Dad wouldn’t be back for hours. So I stripped down and turned on the movie. As the movie played I started preparing things. I put the batteries in the bullet. I got the lube opened and I put some of the clit sensitizing lotion on. I then set up the camera so it would be at the best angle when I turned it on. I set the outfit and the handcuffs aside. And I had the dildo in arm’s reach.

Finally I sat down on my bed and watched the movie. More than anything I could remember Justice and what he was doing to me when we watched this thing together. First off he ran his hand down into my underwear and started rubbing me. As I began to get wet he stuck his fingers up inside me. Stimulating more juices to flow.

Then he took off my bra and with his free hand kneaded at my breast. I touched my tits wishing Justice was the one to do it. I also reached down and touched myself. The lotion was beginning to work. Even a breeze felt like a sensual and arousing touch.

I looked at the camera and spread my legs at little. Then I reached for the bullet. I placed it against my clit which by now was so sensitive it made me moan from the touch. Finally I turned it on. I yelped as it roared against me. Juices flowed out, staining my sheets. I writhed in ecstasy and continued imagining Justice rubbing my tits and teasing me.

I remembered the first time I gave him head. It was in his room in his amazing bed. I lowered myself down and for the first time really marveled at how perfect his dick was. It was big and long. When I licked it, it was hot and his pulse echoed through it. Justice’s body was always a little hotter than humans but this was because he was a Rhu. A shape shifting alien.

I can remember licking the head of his dick and stroking the shaft in my hand. I couldn’t fit the whole length of him into my mouth.

As I think of this I look over at the candy colored dildo. I grab it and thrust it into my mouth, acting fellatio upon it. I turn off the bullet then and finger myself. I shove my fingers inside me and rub at my throbbing clit. I’m so wet I’m starting to make lewd noises.

I take the bullet back and rub it against my tits. The vibrations seem to echo from my nipples and down to my cunt. I moan loudly as I suckle on the dildo.

Justice always took his time. He teased me relentlessly until I was seeping with girl cum. He knew exactly how to turn me on and tease me. He’d use his fingers and mouth and tongue all over my body. His warm hands kneading my aching breasts. His fingers coaxing cum to flow. His tongue making my clit ache and throb with delicious pleasure.

Sometimes he’d even get creative and use things to make me feel good. One time he stimulated me with the handle of his hairbrush. He took hold of the bristles in his fist and shoved the handle in and out of me. I had done that to myself before but when Justice did it it felt so much better. Another time when we were in the shower together he took a bar of soap and rubbed me vigorously between the legs until I came.

Finally I had had enough. I took the dildo out of my mouth and using the suction cups I attached it to the wall behind my bed. I took the camera it my hand and angled it underneath me so Justice could see when the dildo entered me.

I got on all fours and eased myself backwards. I felt the cool tip of the dildo against my labia. I arched my back and eased onto the dildo. I gasped in exhalation as inch my inch I impaled myself upon it. It felt so good. But at the same time I longed for Justice’s hot prick to impale me.

My thighs were slick from my cum and I could feel them dripping along the dildo. I started moving. Thrusting my hips and shaking my ass so the dildo slithered in and out of me. I touched my clit, fingering it. I gasped and cried out. I felt so good. So horny. But I wanted something more.

Suddenly the dildo began vibrating. I screamed because it scared me and because it felt so amazing. When did that happen? I didn’t notice a switch of remote or anything. And then I looked up to see Justice coming out of my closet holding a remote and stroking his erect penis.

“Ju-Justice!” I snapped. “You ass hole, what the hell!”

Justice smiled shyly. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“I uh…” I had the dildo half in me. “I don’t want to while you’re here.”

“Cum once.” Justice said. He stood at the edge of the bed and presented his cock to me. “Cum just once and then I’ll make you cum lots more.”

“Oh…” I whispered, taking his dick into my hand and rubbing it. “So you saw everything?” Justice put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me, forcing the dildo all the way back inside. I cried out.

“Yes. I watched everything. I knew you’d be cute and I can watch it again and again.” He seethed as I started sucking on the head of his cock. “We can use the outfit and cuffs later.” He chuckled. “I never expected you to-ah!” I was sucking on his balls now. He was still rocking me, making me use that dildo hard.

“I didn’t mind.” I gasped. “You’ve done so much for me.” Justice was grabbing at my swaying tits. When he pinched my nipples I was done for.

“Cu-cumming!” I cried out.

Suddenly the dildo’s vibrations roared alive in me. I screamed and thrashed and shoved it up as far is it would go in me. I came hard and long. Finally dropping onto my bed in exhaustion. Justice reached between my legs and swirled his fingers around in my thick juices.

“I like it when you’re really wet.” He said as he placed himself on top of me. He arched his back and eased his hot, amazing prick into me. I moaned, feeling him inside made me cum again.

“You’re twitching around in there. It feels good.” He chuckled. “Oh god you feel so good. I love your pussy.”

“I love your dick.” I moaned as he began moving in me.

“You’re spasming a lot. You cumming?”

I could only moan under him as he used me.

“You must of really got off using those toys I bought you.” He started kneading my breasts, my favorite part. “I’ll buy you any toy you want.”

“Just your dick.” I wheezed. “I only want your dick.”

Justice smiled. “Ok then.” As we banged our bodies made healthy slapping noises. And as his dick thrust in and out of me I could hear my juices squish and splash. His dick was hot and I could feel every vein rubbing hard against me. His finger teased my aching clit and eased me into a long series of climaxes that never ended. Finally he pulled out of me and shot his steaming load on my breasts. His dick was still dripping with my juices as he cleaned his cum off of me. He removed the dildo from the wall and placed everything into a drawer. He laid next to me and as we lay under my covers he sunk his fingers into me making sure to milk every last orgasm I could muster from me.

“I love you.” I finally gasped.

“I love you more.” He kissed me as I had my last orgasm before fainting.

[torviin]

shout out to all my women ocs being mistaken for men because they dont have clothign suction cupped to their tits regardless of how busty they are

[rippinghorror]

alastor x rose toy !weadow pt.2

Once upon a time. Perchance.

The rose toy was sitting on your desk, all charged up and framed of course. You basically sauntered over to the device with devious intent in your eyes. Your fingers clasp over the edge of the glass case encasing the rose toy, up lift upward. The unveiling of the precious sigma rose toy was like christians when they found the holy grail.

A smile graced your lips as you tugged the charger from the charger port aggressively. Your excitement was making you a wittle... Excited. With a gentle tap to the power button, the toy buzzed to life. Albeit.

The buzz was quiet, as seen on TV. The demon promoting it said, "Not even your stepfather could hear it." Upon thinking back to that vulgar quip, you smiled a wittle more morely. After a second, the buzzing of the rose toy in your hand brought you back to reality. You glanced down at your crotch, then back to the toy.

"Erm, this is going inside of me, isn't it?"

You set the still buzzing toy on the edge of your bed, and began taking your pants off. Once they were properly discarded on the floor, you grabbed the rose toy again, and made your way to the other side of the bed. You layed down with a heavy sigh, and spreaded your legs. Just as you were about to bring down the Tongue licking rose vibrating absorber for women's private parts tasting nipple suction cup mouth licking G-spot clitoris toy, a sudden crackling noise pervaded the room.

A pang of sheer fear gripped your stomach as you felt the rippling waves of static ripple over your skin. Your fingers scrambled to turn off the Tongue licking rose vibrating absorber for women's private parts tasting nipple suction cup mouth licking G-spot clitoris toy, but before you could really save yourself with an inconspicuous position, Alastor (the radio demon) phased into existence by the foot of your bed. Your eyes widened a bit due to the shock, and it felt like your limbs had frozen in place.

A cold air washed over your labia majora as the air got cold. Immediately, any slick that had been accumulating in the slit of your bubblegum pink pussy had all but evaporated, sheerly because of the torment.

Alastor manifested with his eyes closed, and his pointer finger pointed upward. His ancient magic whatever staff with gripped tightly in his other hand. Joever. However, the eyeball that was fastened into the staff's top was wide open. The entity immediately glanced down to your exposéd form, taking not but a moment to assess the lewditude of the situation you had been in. The rose toy awkwardly, despite your best efforts to turn it off, kept buzzing. The buzzing was at a different pace as before, indicating that instead of turning off the toy, you had just switched the vibration mode.

Alastors loud voice boomed throughout your room for a couple of seconds as he spoke, unaware and unknowing with the fact that your rose toy was buzzing, and you were totally about to jerk the ween.

"Hello! Have you heard-"

The instantaneous moment he opened his glaringly red eyes, his voice cut off. His yellowed, rotting teeth were still, obviously, pulled in a disgustingly disgusting smile as he looked down at you, frozen.

done.

done.

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[tamarackbaumann]

I don’t mean to hate or anything, I’m just curious on what your opinions are for Terry’s design in Our Life? I’m seeing people saying they hated it but I, as a trans man, saw that it was fine. I’m not saying my opinion is better because I’m trans, I just don’t see what’s bad other than the fact he’s wearing clothing that was presumably designed for women. I’d actually love to have this conversation in a non-hostile manner if you were okay with it.

Oh, sure!

Its fine that his body is still the way it is, but his clothes- to me- seem like they're attached to him, in a way I don't think Terry step 4 would really... do? Like yeah trans men can be feminine it's fine but gb-patch has gone on record saying he's a guy's guy, so it's not really... good at showing who he is as a guy?

This was the guy who wore overalls in step 3, I just think the design wasn't very good, and it seems like the artist was like haha. draws as a girl. Even if that wasn't the intention, it, to me, seems kinda shitty.

A friend said the clothes kinda look suction-cupped to his body, and that's how I think I'll describe it. The design isn't great to me.

... but I do get not seeing it, honestly, because yeah trans people can wear whatever they want. I'm nonbinary and I still wear pink and don't bind a lot! Different perspectives can lead to seeing different things as not great to great!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

i'm not sure if that's true but i've seen somewhere that bunnies can symbolise fake innocence so...,.,.. (also im so sorry this is so long :,))) )

idk maybe just the image of women in könig's head seems to be something similar? they're sweet and helpless and need someone bigger to protect them. in that way they hold more power - no one ever assumes that a woman could be cruel or downright evil.

and so does könig, even though it's almost a conscious choice to him. he'll let women use him and manipulate him so long as he gets the privilege of being approached by them first despite being visibly much bigger and stronger. and that also being exactly the same as people feeling special when someone's pet likes them, especially cats (usually very distant and seemingly unaffectionate) or bunnies (again, easily scared and also distant in their own way) 🥲

(and speaking of this. i keep thinking about an au where. idk how but reader and köni simply go to the same church (possibly with their families) and he sees her as this sweet innocent girl and their families know each other so well and his parents love her but she turns out to be the one who shows him that sex outside of marriage is actually very fun and so is witchcraft lmao 😭 im sorry)

I’m so into the whole bunny thing, esp after what Orla & Syl (@/konigsblog and @/comfortless) just posted…….

I'm 110% sure that König gets both protective and predatory over someone (seemingly) innocent and meek, he's drawn to her like a bee to honey. His mind and soul and hands are so dirty that he seeks redemption through protecting this adorable little woman who reminds him of a helpless pet. He wants to feed and protect and stroke her, make her love him and only him, with her, he becomes the epitome of a pick me boy. He just wants her to be his little bunny girl, let him scratch her from behind the ear or some place else...

And our shy but endearing bunny babe doesn’t dare to tell this big, affectionate giant that he’s trying to make it look like she’s the dumb, clueless one in this scenario when in reality, König is the one who’s on a leash here... Poor guy! With every little wink of her imaginary tail, she gets him to do whatever she wants: manipulating this big dork is laughably easy. Not that she wants him harm, but who wouldn’t want to play cat and mouse with someone who’s basically asking for it? She can provide him the rush of the chase he so seeks, just a small bite of her lip makes this poor man hot and bothered already.

König always apologizes for getting carried away, for being a little too rough with her when he kisses her raw and gets a little handsy. He doesn’t want to seem demanding or coercive: but she’s just so sweet that he can’t take it… He's about to cry and wank and crumble during his pathetic confessions to her, only she can grant him mercy, always being so lenient with his heated advances. He's just a weak man, she's too good for him, bla bla bla – she pets his head while he sighs in her tits, hard again after just cuddling her.

They have to wait until marriage, that's what he always pants when hovering above her, so hard she can feel his whole cock through her dress. She’s going to make a grown man cry soon with those vein-popping boners she gives him, and the hardest part is to stifle her giggles at how easy it is to tease this poor guy... König doesn’t even know that she’s not that innocent, far from a virgin actually with how she’s fantasizing about him every night with her 6” dong with suction cup. One time he almost caught her playing with herself when he came rushing back to her room after forgetting some godforsaken book there...

[elfyprincess]

🩸period chat🩸

I wish more women would give menstrual cups & reusable discs a try. I think a lot of women are intimidated by them because they think they’re gross ? But personally I see them as less gross than traditional disposable products. Most of the blood gets flushed away. Yes you have to wash it and a little gets on your fingers, but it’s barely any ?? I think that’s a lot less gross than having to wrap your bloody tampon or pad in plastic wrapping/toilet paper, but that’s just my opinion. (Plus there’s going to be way less trash in your bathroom’s garbage can.)

And I absolutely love being able to wear them overnight. I hate pads & I’m too scared of TSS to wear a tampon to bed. (I’ve heard of girls actually doing that ??? My mom always told me that was super dangerous…) But I can just wear my underwear with nothing else on them when I have a cup or a disc in. It’s amazing.

And I think a lot of women are scared that cups & discs will hurt. I will admit, the menstrual cup can hurt really fucking bad if you don’t know how to use it right. Because it works by creating a suction, you have to break the suction every time you take it out. I didn’t know this the first time I tried a cup and…yeah…ouch. Do not suction cup your pussy like I did !! All you have to do to break the suction is hook your finger over the cup’s lid. DO NOT PULL THEM STEM.

I think it’s harder to get the placement right with menstrual discs, but because it doesn’t use suction there is no risk of giving your entire pussy a hickey. You just pull them out easy peasy. The first time I tried menstrual discs they kept leaking because I was putting them in wrong, but I decided to try them again this month. I watched a bunch of TikToks that used anatomical models to show how to put them in and how they sit in your body. They were super helpful and I finally got it right. (You have to make sure it’s behind your cervix & tucked behind your pubic bone !)

And although I’ve been a cup girlie for a very long time, I think I’ve been converted to a disc girlie. I loved my cup, but I did experience issues with it “poking out” sometimes. When it’s in correctly, you can’t feel it at all. But sometimes it’ll slowly make it’s way out & I had issues with the stem poking my labia. Not fun. I haven’t had any issues with the disc trying to escape & that’s most likely because it sits farther up in your body. I think this makes them more convenient & more comfortable than menstrual cups.

(And let me tell you…masturbating with a disc in is so good. �� I don’t have anyone to have sex with but if I did I’m sure that would feel amazing too.)

I would still recommend every woman try both because not everyone’s body is the same. I think both of these products are amazing & can change women’s lives.

However, I do have a warning for y’all about menstrual cups. Not all menstrual cups are created equal. There was a case where a woman’s cervix was suctioned out of her body. The menstrual cup she was using did not look like a typical menstrual cup. It was the FemmyCycle cup. If a menstrual cup looks a little too weird, I wouldn’t recommend using it. (If that scares you, definitely try discs because there’s no risk of something like that happening !)

I hope this post wasn’t too weird. Like I said, I really love these products & I want more women to try them because they’ve changed my life. I know they’re intimidating, but I think every woman should give them a try at least once. And if they don’t work out that’s fine ! I just want to remove some of the stigma around these products.

[roseytoesy]

the weird anatomy of the non-human students of night raven college.

Wanted to share some fun anatomy ideas from the animal counterparts of some of the characters in twisted wonderland.

Make the less human characters even less human.

Going to start off with octavinelle boys because they live in my head rent-free...

Azul:

With Azul being an octopus, he doesn't have any bones, his body is all muscle and has cartilage in replacement of where bones would be in his upper half in his mer form. due to this fact he is incredibly flexible in both forms, in his mer-form, he is able to fit through a tube that is 1 ft in diameter.

Likes the pressure on his body from living in the depths of the twilight zone and the safety of his octopot growing up. Since there's a lot less pressure on the surface, he has to sleep cocooned with a weighted blanket.

He has 3 hearts and blue blood. this blue blood has more difficulty carrying oxygen, so in both forms, he has to catch his breath a lot more, and can even have a heart give out if he strains himself too much. luckily he can still go with 2 hearts but makes sure to take things easy.

In his mer-form, he has horizontal pupils that are very similar to those of an octopus. Has normal eyes in his human form, but he is slightly red-green colorblind, The twins tease him about his color blindness a lot.

Azul is so smart due to Octopi having 9 brains, well, one big brain and 8 nerve clusters similar to brains for each of the arms. Each nerve cluster can control the arms separately. Each arm is covered with hundreds of suction cups that can move independently, so it's honestly very hard to overstimulate Azul in either form.

Due to growing up in the dark he has great Nightvision. he is also able to withstand crushing pressures, be perfectly alright in freezing temperatures, and able to lift a surprising amount of weight.

he has no beak in either form but does have a poisonous bite. Able to paralyze someone for an hour when in his mer form. In his human form the poison is more mild, so it just numbs the area he bit for an hour.

his grip strength is scary strong, the average human grip strength is 44 pounds of pressure for women and 72 for men. His grip strength is about 98 pounds of pressure. He could snap bones if he focused. Once he has his hands on you there's no escaping unless he allows it. Also, his handshakes are a bit painful.

Jade + Floyd:

Eel mers come in a variety of different types, some freshwater, others salt, some travel around, some burrow, and some can only live in the deepest depths. These two troublemakers are an unknown species of moray eel(I looked, I even tried to find a species that looks like them, but no dice). So just going to go with basic moray eel stuff because these two are being difficult.

Morays have two sets of teeth, this second set of jaws are called the pharyngeal jaws, they are located in the throats of the eels, and used to help in swallowing wiggling prey. The twins do have these second jaws, they don't really need them, but Floyd loves to do "double bites" and Jade says it's a great scare tactic to have them launch out at people. You can usually see the sharp teeth around the entrance to their throats, so when Floyd has his mouth open a bit, you can usually see them just behind where the uvula sits.

All eels are scaleless so they are covered in a layer of slime to protect themselves against scratching against rocks or attacking jaws. Sometimes this slime is poisonous. According to Azul's ceremonial robes vignette, the twins have nice smooth skin due to their mer-form's slime. Unfortunately, the removal of the slime can cause pain, inability to swim/walk, and extreme sensitivity to air. Luckily their slime is just extremely slippery and not poisonous.

Most eels are nocturnal and hunt at night, so be wary of the tweels, they cause the most chaos after the sun has set. They also nap a lot during the day due to this. Due to hunting more at night, they have good night vision and an incredible sense of smell, allowing them to track someone like a bloodhound in the water, on land, it's not as strong, but about equal strength to the powerful sniffers in savanaclaw.

Most morays are ambush predators, they like to find hidden nooks to watch from and lunch out to drag prey into their layers and throats. These two walk along shadows and pop out of nowhere to gather info and intimidate others. They also prefer darker areas, when they first became human they needed sunglasses. Floyd will 100% wait in a closet to leap out and squeeze anyone when he's in a "hunting/ambushing" mood.

According to research, moray eel mucus and mouth slime can contain specific toxins that cause their bites to be more painful and increase blood loss and time needed for the wound to heel. So don't let them bite you, you'll bleed a lot more and it will be incredibly painful, there is also a high risk of infection.

Ruggie:

not as many crazy differences as his normal self, His proportions are a bit odd. He has a larger head than normal with stronger jaws and sharper teeth. Also a thick neck.

Has freckles due to being a spotted hyena.

He has sharp claws and stronger arms than his legs, though he is a really good runner too.

according to some random thing, spotted hyenas sleep in puddles or under bushes. So Ruggie has a water bed or just a kitty pool.

Can stomach and eat anything. Just prefers more edible foods rather than scraps of things that he had to scavenge in his past.

Most beastmen have specific and strange social things due to their animal counterparts, from strange behaviors to unspoken rules.

For Ruggie, those you care about you share the food, women are above them so know your place, scavenge what you can and don't get caught, run more than fight, and if there's food go, NEVER steal another's food from their plate.

Leona:

Leona has retractable claws on his hands.

He also has prominent canines and a tongue that has barbes that can rip the meat off of bones

can eat ALOT in one sitting, The average person can eat 3.3 pounds of food, and Leona can eat up to 7 lbs of food.

Older lion-men have darker hair, they don't get grey hairs, just darker and darker hair. young lions have brighter hair, like bright blond, red, or light brown.

There is a hierarchy in the social world of the lion beastmen, a ruler, his queen, and the family,

just like lion prides there are far more females, somewhat like concubines for the leader, but that kind of thinking fell away more recently. they are usually seen as part of the pride leaders family.

Women are highly respected and helpful, they work just as hard as men and get the same things as men.

Jack:

Jack has a lot more hair on his body, it is a dark grey, so it doesn't stand out much on his somewhat dark skin.

His canines are also fairly prominent.

he has sharper than normal fingernails. he also has more leathery skin on his hands and feet, allowing him a better grip.

incredibly strong legs and unnatural stamina, can jog for 10 hours straight if he needed to.

amazing sense of smell, able to track someone like a bloodhound.

wolf's tails are a way some can communicate without the need to talk. Jack is very blunt due to growing up mostly with his family, they communicate simple emotions and ideas with their tail language. movement and hair stance on the tails will tell a lot.

able to walk on top of the snow without sinking when on all fours, can also handle the winter cold easily, never needing more than a simple long sleeve shirt and pants on an especially cold day.

Malleus:

being a dragon he eats a lot, and he also generates a lot of heat due to his high metabolism. On cold days you can see heat waves off of his bare skin. He never needs a jacket no matter how cold.

Has a special organ just behind the collarbone that contains fire-generating chemicals.

Has sharp claws, and uses magic to make them shorter than they are so he can hold stuff.

Has dark strong scales along his chest instead of hair.

has a prehensile tail, just hides it with magic.

Is actually cold-blooded, just generates so much heat he doesn't need to warm up.

very sharp teeth and a split, lizard-like tongue. poisonous bite, like a komodo dragon, so be careful!

flies using magic, likes making the magic that's helps him fly look like dark wings.

has slited eyes.

Lilia:

Very sharp canines, likes his meat very bloody. undercooks any meat, he has accidentally given food poisoning to so many people.

surprisingly strong legs, also crazy strong grip strength.

only drinks blood once a year, just orders a gallon of sheep's blood, he doesn't like human blood, too fatty in recent centuries for his tastes.

has a stronger sense of smell than one would think, also has strange little slits on the sides of his nose, these are heat sensors, and he can see people's heat signatures.

normal eyesight but has incredibly sensitive hearing and can echolocate if his heat sensors aren't useful.

numbing saliva.

doesn't have wings but can summon large bat wings on his back with a special spell he created.

Sebek:

crocodile boy. jagged teeth, but they are surprisingly straight due to his father's dental practices.

cold blooded so he needs to warm up a lot and needs so many sweaters and warm drinks during colder months. He gets very lethargic and falls asleep if he gets too cold. He feels so bad when he falls asleep when on guard duty.

favors seafood, especially codfish. Crazy strong jaw strength, uses it to easily snap bones when needed.

has sharp short claws and tough leathery skin, and slited reptilian eyes.

slightly webbed hands and feet, he is amazing in the water. can hold his breath for 8 minutes.

[askbillchiper]

What about an inescapable loop of death BUD. You ever had to deal with that?!

And are you referring to yourself as “suction cup man” on purpose? Your symbol looks more like one of those menstrual cups human women use on their periods!! HAH!!

-PT Anon

Suction Cup Man, hahah. Right. Put that in the tags because it's a part of a reference. My bad, should have specified that. Anyways, moving on, Yes. I have had to deal with several loops of deaths, and I still have to. Also, Menstrual cups, how does a literal black hole resemble something human women use? Nice insults, but they don't work for me. ~⚫~

[thewitchoftheweed]

So my mother-in-law passed in 2022. Unlike most married women, I loved my MIL. She was the mother I always wanted; talking to her was just so easy and fun. I was looking forward to decades of trips and holidays with my in-laws. We were close.

Then in 2020 she was diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme. If you don’t know, as far as cancers go, it’s the Game Over cancer. It starts in the brain, it’s aggressive, it’s always terminal. Most people pass within 60 days of their first diagnosis.

I could talk at length about how torturous it was to watch her decline and to see its impact on my partner. But instead I want to focus on a happier memory.

Despite the fact brain surgeons had just removed a tennis ball sized brain tumor from her frontal cortex, my MIL recovered well and seemed like her old self when she returned home from surgery. She and my FIL lived on a chicken farm, and field mice were getting into the house.

Instead of setting traps, my MIL sat at the table with a trash picker— the type with suction cups on the end. While we sat visiting, I spotted and pointed out a field mouse the size of my thumb.

Using the grabber, she gently picked up the mouse, who of course thought This Was It. Poor little guy struck a pose and froze, terrified. Instead she shuffled over to the back door and let him out on the porch.

I still miss her. I miss who my partner and I used to be before she passed. Grief like this changes you. It’s hard to carry.

But that’s always how I like to remember her, two years after her death: Tammie, tough as nails, patron saint of field mice.