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pinkanonwrites · 5 months

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Hands-On Learning (Rodimus Perspective)

Read 'Hands-On Learning' Here!

art by @archie-sunshine

Rodimus/Human Reader, NSFW, First Contact AU, AFAB Reader, GN Pronouns, G/T, Experimental Sex, Fingering, Oral (Receiving)

I was asked many a time for Roddy's perspective in 'Hands-On Learning', so here it is!

NSFW Below The Cut!

“You're real eager, aren't you? Taking off all your little coverings so fast.~”

If Perceptor, or Megatron, or, Primus forbid, Ultra Magnus knew he was doing this, it could easily be a one-way ticket to the brig. Or Rung’s office. Whichever was closer. The first time had been an accident, sure. A misunderstanding. Something that, if it were to get out to the other mechs aboard, Rodimus could easily brush off as a miscommunication between different species. A miscommunication that wouldn't end with him being questioned about particular fetishes or slapped with a warning about ‘interface misconduct.’

But this? Cupping your soft, unarmored body between his massive digits? Teasing and squeezing your plush organic mass while you wriggled in his grip? This is something he could actually get in trouble for. This was something dangerous.

And Rodimus loved ‘dangerous’.

Your soft skin yielded so easily beneath the press of his servos, each delicate touch bringing these tiny bumps rippling to the surface of your skin, microscopic hairs standing on end as he stroked you. Your thighs fell apart as he trailed a digit up the length of one, revealing your slick, uncovered valve.

“Cute.” Instead of following your invitation, he instead poked you in the side of your squishy thigh, chuckling as your muscle shifted beneath his digit. There was far more yield than metal mesh usually gave, warmth molding into the crevices of his joints when he squeezed you again. You let out a soft whimpering noise, grabbing for the seam of his wrist and directing him up, up, until one of his digits was pressed flush against your valve. Once it was there you crooned, hips jerking at the faint rumble of his engines coursing through his frame.

“Yes? You like that? Must feel good pressing up on all your soft spots, huh?” His optics flickered between your face and valve, torn between watching the subtle twitches of your expressions trying to hold back your pleasure, and the slick you were now drooling all over his knuckle.

“Yes…” You cooed, along with another string of babble he didn't yet understand. But you kept rocking your hips up against him, huffing and whining with each ex-vent. He gave the slightest roll of his digit, and even that sensation was enough to have you gasping in his servos.

“So cute.” He reaffirmed, letting his other servo stroke and fondle you while you got yourself off on his digit. With his thumb resting on your chassis he could feel the thud, thud, thud of your fuel pump hammering away, seeming to rev up faster and faster the closer you came to overload. Your little pedes scrabbled uselessly against the surface of the table, pushing your hips up harder, more desperately against his digit as you moaned. Rodimus could feel your valve clenching around nothing as your overload hit you, helm lolling back against his palm with a soft thunk.

“Careful.~” He teased, digit finally slowing to a stop as your moans began to pitch up into overstimulated whimpers. You blinked up at him with unfocused, glassy optics, slick and limp and looking utterly content in his servos.

“Rodimus…”

The heat pooling in his tanks and behind his modesty plate bellowed, a gush of steam venting through his parted dermas as his engine snarled.

“Slag… You’re so slaggin’ cute.” His digits slunk lower, prodding and massaging at the slick opening of your valve. Your soft skin gave way so easily, stretching far beyond what he could have possibly imagined until, with a wet pop and a sharp, staggering gasp from you, the tips of two of his digits were snug in your little valve.

“Rodimus!?” You yelped again, surrounded by a garble of unfamiliar language as you twitched and shivered in his servos. Your own little digits dug into the sensitive crevasses of his paneling, helm tossed back in ecstasy as he prodded further into your impossible warmth. Rodimus could swear that with each minute curve of his digits he could see the soft bulge of your tank from him prodding within, transfluid spilling out and dribbling down the curve of your aft and into his palm. Rodimus found himself transfixed by the milky substance, unable to tear his optics away from your valve as lubricant pooled beneath his glossa.

“Messy too… Don’t worry, sweetspark, I’ll clean you right up…”

The first lap of his glossa across your valve was electrifying. There was a heady, almost metallic tang to your transfluid, like the powder at the bottom of a box of rust sticks. And each time he teased your tiny node your hip struts would jump right off of his palm, practically humping his open intake. But the best of all had to be your noises. They were even more obvious now, hitched little in-vents and primal mewls as you writhed and gasped and shivered in his cupped servos. The urge to disengage the locks of his interface panels prickled at the back of his processor, drowned out and brushed aside by the mere euphoria of your organic taste. The cling and scrape of your tiny servos against his helm chevron was little more than a buzz in the back of his pleasure-fogged thoughts.

You sobbed out his name again, another spurt of organic fluid spilling from your valve and across his glossa as you clenched around his digits. He lapped at your sensitive node just a few more times before finally pulling away.

“That might have just made you more messy though. Hanging in there, bud? Good?”

Slippery with arousal and coolant and oral lubricant fluid, you lifted your servo weakly to offer him an exhausted thumbs up. Rodimus beamed, squishing your soft cheek beneath the prod of his digit tip.

“Ha! Good. Better get you cleaned up before you get all grimy though, huh? I wonder if you'd fit in one of Mags’s mugs…”

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #rodimus #rodimus x reader #rodimus imagines #valveplug #sticky #transformers smut #maccadam #my writing

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iliketangerines · 1 month

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Lord liu kang or like- bi-han with a male reader who’s a himbo. Like very big and squishy pecs and he’s like a puppy- he’s taller and had more muscles than them but is an absolute bottom. Very eager to be praised by them and he’s good with children ((which makes the boys want to breed him-))

hands off! pt. 2

a/n: RAAAH, BREEDING KINK GOING CRAZY RN FR

pairing: liu kang x amab!reader x kung lao x raiden

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), breeding kink, denied orgasm, blowjobs, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation

Raiden and Kung Lao set off to find you

you had disappeared halfway after lunch, and they wanted to train against you because well, you were the best fighter here besides Liu Kang

they travel around the Wu Shi Academy, looking into various rooms and wandering through half of the base before they find you

you’re standing in the front of your room, demonstrating very basic skill sets against Liu Kang, and a gaggle of kids watch with wonder as you easily throw down the god

you tell them to go and partner up and practice their moves, and you walk around the room, correcting their posture and giving out sweet compliments

your eyes are bright, and there’s dopey smile on your face as a kid laughs when he’s correctly executed the move

Liu Kang goes over to stand next to Kung Lao and Raiden, and they all watch you teach and interact with the kids

you wave at them, grinning widely, and you look so beautiful surrounded by kids

as class ends and parents trickle in to collect their children, the kids all go and hug you, climbing all over your broad shoulders and clinging onto your thin waist

you laugh and drag them around easily and pass them off to their amused parents

when the last kid leaves, you trot over to them and envelop them in hugs, and Liu Kang tells you that you look beautiful today, glowing even

you laugh at the compliment, telling him that you just like working with the kids and that they make you smile, that they’re so cute and that maybe you’d like some of your own one day

Kung Lao’s dick twitches at the thought of you full and round with their children, and it seems the other two have the same thought

you remain oblivious to the growing debauchery in their heads and go off to take a shower and wash off the day’s sweat

but Liu Kang grabs onto your wrist and drags you to back to his bedroom while Kung Lao and Raiden follow in tow

you let Liu Kang guide you, a little curious as to why he would bring you his bedroom, but when he presses his lips to yours and gropes at your chest, you melt into his arms and stop thinking

Raiden and Kung Lao watch, palming their erections, as you go limp in Liu Kang’s arms, head tilting down as you kiss him and moaning at how Liu Kang squeezes your chest

the god walks you backward to the bed, and you fall backward onto it, Liu Kang never once leaving your lips

he grinds his hips into yours, and you whine into his mouth

Liu Kang pulls away and grabs at your training uniform, pulling it down to reveal your muscular chest, and he latches onto your nipples, sucking and biting them

you whine, hands gripping onto the god’s hair and tugging at the strands as Liu Kang presses long firm licks into your nipple and nips at the sensitive nub

he continues teasing your nipple with his tongue, his other hand pinching and rolling the other nipple between his deft fingers, and you moan for more

he detaches himself from your chest and tells you to be patient before moving his mouth to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention until it’s swollen and puffy

finally, he stops and gestures for Raiden and Kung Lao to come over

they two happily come over, and Liu Kang pulls down your pants to reveal your hard cock, tip flushed and red as you moan

he goes off to grab some lube as he leaves you to the other two

Raiden and Kung Lao kneel down, a mutual understanding passing between the two, and the both of you lavish your cock with attention

they kiss up and down the shaft, giving kitten licks to the tip and running their tongue along the veins in your cock

your hips buck up as you beg for more, but Raiden tuts at you and tells you to take it and be good for them

you whine but keep your hips as still as possible as they kiss up and down your cock

their lips suck on either side of the tip, tongue pressing into the sensitive flesh, and you moan and beg to cum, please please

Liu Kang returns and tells you not yet, and he pulls Raiden and Kung Lao off of you, the two letting out a disappointed groan

the god moves you so that your face presses into the sheets and your ass is high in the air, and he squeezes lube out from the bottle onto your asshole and his fingers

you shiver at the coldness, but Liu Kang quickly warms his hand and traces the rim with his fingers

you wiggle your hips in anticipation, and Liu Kang chuckles at your excitement before inserting a finger into you, making you whine

he fucks you slowly on his finger before slowly adding in another as you continue to relax

you whine, hands gripping onto the sheets as your cock leaks pre-cum on the sheets, and Liu Kang curls his fingers into your prostate

you arch your back and keen loudly, begging him to please please cum

he tells you to wait, and you tell him you can’t but that you want to be good for them, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes

Liu Kang smiles, telling you that you’re so good for telling him that you can’t handle it by yourself, and he fists the base of your cock as he continues to fuck you on his fingers

your hips tremble as you try to stay still for him, and he adds in another finger, stretching you for his cock

finally, he retracts his fingers, and you whine at the loss of stimulation

he squeezes some more lube on his cock, smearing it around before lining up with your entrance and pushing in slowly

you cry out at the intrusion, hips bucking forward as the stretch burns

Liu Kang rubs circles into your ass, going slowly until his cock is fully seated inside of you, and he praises you, telling you that you’re so good for taking him so well

Raiden and Kung Lao pump at their dicks at the sight of your teary eyes, and the way your cock slaps against your stomach as Liu Kang starts to thrust in and out of you

once you start to moan, whining as Liu Kang bullies your prostate with the tip of his dick, he sets a brutal pace, his hips slapping into yours and filling the room with obscene sounds

he squeezes at the base of your cock and uses his other hand to press into the small of your back and force you into a deeper arch

he tells you that you’re so good, that you’re going to be a great parent, that you’ll look so pretty full of their child, that they’ll breed you full of children, make sure that it takes

you whine at his words, and you clench around him

Liu Kang groans at the feeling and presses deep inside of you and cums inside of you

he doesn’t pull out until he’s made sure you’ve taken every single last drop, and he gestures for Raiden to come over

Raiden replaces Liu Kang, fisting the base of your sensitive dick, and he thrusts into you in one smooth stroke

you moan at the feeling, and Raiden groans at the feeling of you clenching down on him

he fucks into you fast and hard, gripping on your hip with his other hand and telling you that you’ll be a good breeding bitch for them, that your hole will look so pretty filled with his cum

you cry out at his words, hips jerking forward as you try to cum, but with the way Raiden grips tightly at the base of your dick, you can only shoot out blanks and sob

Raiden groans as he cums deep inside of you, and you can feel yourself getting full

your drool and tears soak the sheets as Kung Lao comes up behind you, and he slides into you easily

his thumb presses into the slit of your cock and spreads your pre-cum all along the shaft as he slowly thrusts into you

you cum quickly, keening loudly and crying as your cum spurts out onto the sheets, and Kung Lao laughs and strokes you through your orgasm

you whine as you finish cumming, but he continues to stroke you dick, bringing it back to full hardness

he tells you look so pretty like this, full of their cum, and that you’ll be so beautiful carrying his heirs and taking care of their children while you’re round with the next

you sob at his words, cock still so sensitive as he continues to pump it slowly, and his thick cock drags along your prostate

he grunts and cums into you, and your mind goes blank as he strokes you to another orgasm, overwhelming pain and pleasure shooting through you

you pant into the sheets when Kung Lao pulls out, but he keeps your hips in the air as Raiden hands him something

you don’t have to wonder about what it is when you feel cool metal slip into you and nestle snugly into you

Kung Lao brings you into his arms, looking comedic at the way your larger form completely covers his chest, but his strong arms bring you to the bathrooms where Liu Kang waist, heating the water with his hands

you’re set gently into the water, and the both of them groan at the sight of a small bulge in your stomach

you head lolls back as they wash your hair, and you feel so full

the plug rubs against you, and their cum stays inside of you as they wash you and bring you back to the bedroom with freshly-changed sheets

they tuck you into bed, and you reach out for them

they can’t deny you and get in bed, and you grip onto Liu Kang as he warms his body for you to snuggle up next to him

they trail their hands over your body, pressing into the bulge in your stomach, as you drift off to sleep, telling you how pretty you look filled with their cum, how pretty you’ll look with their heirs

you dream of children running about you, one with glowing eyes, one with much too confidence, and one as sweet as honey

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benevolentcalamity · 7 months

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I'm Quite Ten-tickled. [Mindflayer x Fem!Reader]

Cause I know a few people that would shout at me 'YOU NEED TO DO A MINDFLAYER' if they knew I existed. (That being about 1/4 of the Baldur's Gate fandom.)

Warning: This fic contains smut. I dunno if this equates to dubcon or what, but proceed with caution cause I have no idea what I'm doing.

There will be inaccuracies because I've only scanned a wiki and seen BG3 clips. Hopefully you guys still love me!

CURTAINS!

Come.

As though responding to the order tugging at your brain, the writhing tendrils part like a sentient curtain, before unwinding from around your arms. When the writhing prison at last gives way you're sent onto all fours, limbs limp from lack of use if only just to wriggle away from your tormentors. A cruel joke, this place, so wondrous and fascinating in its almost otherworldly structure... Yet, the moment you were pulled up by that grotesque tendril you regretted your brief study of them.

Was it a mistake, then? To push your brother out of the way even though he was the paladin? Surely he'd have laid waste to this ship by now - you simply doomed yourself to the fate he would have destroyed.

... It wasn't. At least this way he can go back to the church and mount a rescue. Not for you- alone, anyway. Everyone here that's still alive.

T'was the firelight outside that woke you to the siege. Buildings were being destroyed to kill the weak or scare the potential test subjects out into their range. You and your brother were two such folk - or to be more accurate he was the one. They always did look for the strong ones with 'potential', according to the horror stories of those that survived.

Did they know they were being researched? Or were they simply combing the continent for prey? ... Is this worth wondering if you're not sure whether tomorrow is what will be destroyed?

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

A scream, unholy and thick with suffering, pulls your hairs on end, your feet fusing to the floor for just a moment. Your heart leaps into your throat, hands growing so cold they could sustain ice-based sorcery. With a deep breath heat slowly creeps back into your fingertips, and a harsh swallow commands your legs to keep moving as though nothing's wrong.

Again, the order: "Come to me."

For the guided it isn't a long walk, any passing faces blurred or forgotten, the near and distant screams falling mute. In fact, as you get closer, only the order - and in turn the Mindflayer responsible - remaining. You hardly feel how your back straightens like a stiff beam as you prepare to be obedient.

To the rhythm of the squirming sound in your head, his elation pulses with the order in repeat. That he will rise above, and command the shared mind of his kindred...

How do you...?

A dizziness takes over, wavering your steps a moment, as the flesh doors open. The moment that his mind reaches you, you're again steady, as though his hands themselves guide you in this moment.

"There you are."

Tendrils flexing and curling, he stands, and for a moment they reach toward you. Before long they echo the movement of his hand, beckoning you with a roll of the fingers. Watching you cross the squishy floor he hums, voice digging into your mind fully as his innate power wraps around your mind.

A break from this is visible solely in how there's a momentary hesitation in your hand reaching for a tentacle. That disgust fades in a blink, however, as momentary as he'd allow. Only he can feel that, if anything at all, in the turmoil that is his kind's heart. They have one, beating in only the Queen of their collective consciousness. All else is simply them following nature's grand design.

Impatient, a tentacle reaches and wraps around your neck, cueing you to simply shed your clothes. Without hesitation you follow the order, some stray tentacles wandering about your body as they pull you yet closer. Further imprisoning your mind where it should be, the rest of them wrap about your head, loosing your hair from the ribbons as his hand guides your legs apart.

Curiosity is shared between you two, the tadpole shivering in fervor as his cold gaze pierces your own.

"If yours is the body I require..." You're turned around and guided onto his lap, legs split and held up in the air. "Then through you, I'll hold the key to my ascension. So, rejoice now, for I will become the Absolute, and your womb will bear Illithid that will see my will enacted."

Clouded, you swallow. "... I will be... of service," You breathe. "My Emperor..." A thrall, yet your form hasn't changed - it's simply too sad to see tentacles spring from your flesh. Well and, you're appetizing simply in more ways than satisfying one's hunger.

Guided by his desires, your head tilts back with the opening of your mouth. Pleased, he allows a tentacle to slip inside, which you suck on as another wraps around your hand and holds it up so it can be caressed. In the meanwhile his mind engulfs your body, the very will to pleasure you seeing your insides squirm and pool warmly. Without complaint or hesitance he watches, amused, as your skin flushes and your every muscle bends to his will.

"A-aah!"

Slipping through his pants with unceremonious mucus, his cock slips inside of you with the help of a tentacle or two. It's big enough, lumpy and undulating, slipping in and out as though with a mind of its own. His powerful hands keep your legs high up, another tentacle pushing into your mouth as it throbs, swirls, and churns inside of you. With each thrust it hammers in his dominion over you, the voices of the other Illithid fading out as his own mind worms its way from the collection.

Merciful he tugs the tendrils from your mouth, save for one at the tip of your tongue, and lets you breathe. As the engorging and pulsating cock pounds all the way to your cervix, your mind grows foggier until he's all you can even feel.

I... I can see it now...!

From your body, eggs the size of your fist, squishing and squirming with new life ready to form. They'll grow into an army, nay, a legion, that will serve the new Absolute. Never will you die, for only you are worthy of this blessing - and thus the only one that should be seated upon the blessed cock of the Emperor.

Sucking that tentacle back into your mouth, your moans are silenced once again, thumb rubbing the tentacle guiding your arm around his neck.

Undulating further, his cock squirms and engorges until it settles in for what feels like eternity. He lowers your legs to hang them over the arms of the throne, familiar tendrils wrapping around your ankles. Anticipation sees your body arch, his arms wrapping around your waist as the rest of his tentacles tighten around your head. Not in hunger or malice, but an overwhelming possessiveness that will never see you be rescued or taken from him by another.

Lowering to grab your hips, his own snap up into them, and you squeal, mouth gaping open as he mercilessly pounds into you. Pleasured cries and pleas for him to never stop reverberate through the ship, him not interested in silencing them. Encouraged by your pleasure he continues his powerful claiming of your womb, his own arousal and satisfaction stoked by your flaming hunger for more.

"Yes-! YES!" You cry. "Ohhh, my Emperor! Oh, my Emperor!" Your one hand caresses his slimy head, one of his hands coming up to hold yours. "Aaah! Aa-aaah! Aaaah! Gh- fuck! Ahhh!!!"

Your back arches, and light flashes in your eyes. After too short a time he shoots a load into you, neverending, until your stomach expands and then hangs. The hand holding your precious head falls to hold your belly. In what feels like no time it feels lumpy, already hard at work in proving he made a good decision keeping you alive after you'd robbed him of the paladin.

"There. Now, you will bear the trueborn, and with me rule this world and all beyond. May our bodies never age or fall to mortal malady, for we will be the architects of a world befitting only our ilk."

He reaches beneath your body, cock sliding back into its slit, and an egg slides into his palm.

"Until time itself withers."

#egg laying #monster story #mind flayer #i'm not tagging bg3 because this isn't bg3 #my writing #monster x reader #mind flayer x you #mind flayer x human #help #monster x human #monster x you #writers of tumblr #i will never be okay :D #dnd fanfiction #hey i can tag that #ok thanks imma go now

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nova-amor · 6 months

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everyone meets at least one person in your lifetime that can never truly let go— whether it be a lost love, a faded friendship, etc. as you get older, you learn that regardless of the relationship, they all end up getting compared to your first love, first best friend.

in your case, suguru geto was the love you could never bring yourself to let go. he was a criminal, a mass murderer with a million-dollar bounty placed on his head. but, to you, he was your best friend, your first love, the first person to show you that you were a goddess amongst all men.

so, how were you supposed to let that go? you couldn't. you had abandoned everyone and everything to be with suguru, finding your rightful place by his side in his quest to cleanse the world of non-sorcerers.

you were always there to help him in his life-long mission of creating the perfect world for you and him to live in, for future generations of sorcerers to grow up in. and, like any sane person, you didn't always agree with his ideas, often finding yourself wondering why you stayed. but, you always did anyway; because how were you going to give him up if he was offering you the world?

like any other night, your face was buried into the crook of suguru's neck, your arms wrapped around his neck as you laid limp against him. your thighs were too sore to move, muscles straining to lift yourself up. his cock was nestled deep into you, finding comfort in the heat of your squishy walls.

"angel," suguru whispered, his fingers ghosting over the damp skin of your back. his words were so soft, filled with love and intimacy that was reserved only for you. "you came pretty quickly, do you want to stop for the night?"

you lifted your head up, pouting your lips as you shook your head in disagreement. "n-no— wanna make you feel good, sugu," you replied, struggling to rock your hips against him. his cock poked at your cervix, his girth stretching you out oh-so deliciously. "you always make me feel good; i wanna return the favor, love."

suguru smiled, his hands finding purchase over your the tops of your hips, guiding your movements with languid shifts. "is that so? well, i'm in no rush, angel, we can take a short break," he assured you, helping you to raise your hips up and down his length, the filthy, mellow sound of skin shuffling against skin filling the air. "we have all night after all."

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blockgamepirate · 5 months

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Bolas Rojas Playlist

And the Hero Will Drown : Story Of The Year

Evil People : Set It Of

Twist : Korn

It's Been So Long : The Living Tombstone

Breaking Me Down : Soil

Rules of Nature - Platinum Mix : Jason Charles Miller

Unsainted : Slipknot

oops! : Yung Gravy

Break Stuff : Limp Bizkit

Friday Night Fire Fight : Aligns, Rubicones

BlastZone (ЗонаПоражения) : BONES

SugarCrash! : ElyOtto

Aerials : System Of A Down

King For A Day : Pierce The Veil, Kellin Quinn

Down with the Sickness : Disturbed

Witness : Mindless Self Indulgence

Throne : Bring Me The Horizon

Numb : Linkin Park

Freak On a Leash : Korn

BREAK LAW : Dog Blood, Skrillex, Boys Noize

When It Cuts : Ill Niño

GAS GAS GAS - EXTENDED MIX : Manuel

Becoming Insane : Infected Mushroom

Bricolen : Copain du web

Duality : Slipknot

Waltz of the Meatball Man : Gooseworx

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance

Ani Mevushal : Infected Mushroom, Bliss

Laid to Rest : Lamb of God

Before I Forget : Slipknot

Renegades Of Funk : Rage Against The Machine

Downfall : TRUSTcompany

Hate Crew Deathroll : Children Of Bodom

Savior : Rise Against

Given Up : Linkin Park

Falling Apart : zebrahead

B.Y.O.B. : System Of A Down

Wait and Bleed : Slipknot

The Hand That Feeds : Nine Inch Nails

Stricken : Disturbed

Toxicity : System Of A Down

People = Shitm : Slipknot

In the End : Linkin Park

The Government Knows : KNOWER

We're Beautiful : ABSRDST, Diveo

Ponyboy : SOPHIE

Dumbest Girl Alive : 100 gecs

GOTTASADAE : BewhY

NIGHTMARES : Alice Glass

Can You Feel My Heart : Bring Me The Horizon

Kingslayer (feat. BABYMETAL) : Bring Me The Horizon, BABYMETAL

Goat Type Beat : harvoYT

Du hast : Rammstein

Zombie : The Cranberries

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets : Istasha

Captions Are Automatically Generated . Istasha

Rédeas : Project46

Wherever I May Roam : Metallica

For Whom The Bell Tolls - Remastered : Metallica

Path Vol. 2 : Apocalyptica, Sandra Nasic

White Rabbit : Jefferson Airplane

Animals : Architects

Tokyo Drift (Fast & Furious) - From "The Fast And The Furious: Tokyo Drift" Soundtrack : Teriyaki Boyz

Roots Bloody Roots : Sepultura

Tenebre Rosso Sangue (ULTRAKILL Original Game Soundtrack) : Keygen Church

Parasite Eve : Bring Me The Horizon

We Got the Moves . Electric Callboy

EXILADA : NIKKO, Istasha

BRAZILIAN DANÇA PHONK : 6YNTHMANE, RXDXVIL

Flashback : MIYAVI, Ken Ken

Get Got . Death Grips

Controllah (feat. MC Bin Laden) : Gorillaz, MC Bin Laden

Hayloft II : Mother Mother

Automotivo Bibi Fogosa : Bibi Babydoll, Dj Brunin XM, KZA Produções

ワールドイズマイン-初音ミク「マジカルミライ 2021」Live- (feat. 初音ミク) : ryo (supercell), Hatsune Miku

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) : My Chemical Romance

BxMxC : BABYMETAL

Not Gonna Get Us : t.A.T.u.

Pleasure Model : Noisia, Former

Volcano : Woodkid

Misfit Toys (from the series Arcane League of Legends) : Pusha T, Mako

Snakes (from the series Arcane League of Legends) : PVRIS, MIYAVI

Idiots Are Taking Over : NOFX

Dead Limit : Noisia, The Upbeats

Sober : TOOL

The Pot : TOOL

All Falls Apart : Polyphia

How I Feel : La Dispute

Given Up : Linkin Park

Run : Bring Me The Horizon

Still Waiting : Sum 41

Bodies : Drowning Pool

Side by Side : BewhY

Falling Away from Me . Korn

One Step Closer : Linkin Park

Your Betrayal : Bullet For My Valentine

Tears Don't Fall : Bullet For My Valentine

Vicinity Of Obscenity : System Of A Down

Papercut . Linkin Par

The Diary of Jane - Single Version : Breaking Benjamin

#bolas rojas #qsmp team bolas #qsmp bolas rojas #qsmp purgatory #qsmp bolas #grabbed these from the preview so idk if these are all of them?

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we-love-the-murder-bois · 1 year

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Could I possibly have some slasher bois (primarily Jason, Pennywise, and Bubba) reacting to a s/o who when on their period just kind of, shut down and sleep a lot. Been having those bad period days lately.

(I’m sorry this took literal years 🥲)

Jason

- Jason only has a vague idea what periods are, the concept horrifies him! His partner had to teach him everything

- He’s amazingly attentive, refusing to leave them for long unless strictly necessary

- S/o has to be the one to go into town for period supplies, so Jason can’t help :(

- This man literally tamed a rabbit because you cried about wanting to hug something soft last time. What a guy!

- Some periods are bad, full of pain and snapping. He knows it’s not your fault you’re so angry, and he’ll take your yelling if it makes you feel better. You always cry and apologize anyway, he knows it’s just the period.

His darling had come back to bed after rushing out, looking sick and exhausted as they collapsed beside him with a groan.

“I living person shouldn’t bleed that much.” They complained, wrapping their arms around him and snuggling into his chest. They always got cold on their period, so he’d scrounged as many comforters as he could to keep their mattresses insulated. He hated to see his lover shiver, the lake got so cold in the mornings, mist hanging over the water like a spirit that spread through the camp and spread its cold.

Jason knew that living people could bleed a lot, himself included, but he figured that this was a different situation and his person didn’t want to be corrected.

So instead he stroked their hair as they dozed on his chest, a fitful rest full of tossing and turning. He should make them their favorite food later! He’d need to cook it far away though, they always hated the smell of cooking meat around this time.

He traced words onto their skin, declarations of love and admiration as his little lover slept. Every time they made a noise of pain and curled around their stomach his heart hurt, he wished he could do more!

His darling had once told him that being there was enough, and so he was determined to stay for as long as possible.

The can alarm jingled.

“Go, it’s fine.” His s/o muttered, sliding off him to retreat into the blankets. No it wasn’t! He would have to leave them! Alone and vulnerable! What if one of those nasty people broke in and tried to hurt them!

Jason was going to prove how much a human really could bleed, and then he was never leaving his s/os side, that much was certain.

Pennywise

- Pennywise knows all about periods and their quirks

- He gets annoyed how boring you can be, but he understands you can’t exactly help it.

- He loved you for your human quirks, which includes the less lovely part

- Tbh he likes the smell of the blood, but when he said that they threw a pillow at his face.

“Humans are strange.” He shook their limp arm as his human was curled in his lap. One of the perks of being a creature beyond human understanding was the fact he was always the perfect size, and his human could fit in his lap like a kitten if they wanted.

“So’re you.” They whined, curling tighter against his ruffles, a throw blanket emblazoned with woven loons and chickadees wrapped around them. He had given them the nickname of Loon once as an insult, but instead had been bombarded with childhood memories of calling out to the diving bird, of red eyes like his own being drawn on paper plates at a log cabin. The nickname stuck.

“My dear Loon, you are the strangest creature of all.” He cupped their squishy little face and peered into their beautiful human eyes, eyes like the Maine sky on a clear day, like the pine forests that stretched endlessly and hid dead in gnarled roots, of muddy lakebeds full of fish and stones and secrets. His human was a wonder of this world, the only wonder. He was older than time itself, had seen countless humans pass like cattle, had seen thousands of memories and life stories end, but this human, his human, was special. They were his everything, and he’d never quite be convinced they were only a human and not some otherworldly being.

One day he’d discover a way to keep them alive forever, and he’d find a way to stop their human ailments like this period while doing it. His human deserved the world, not the pain of biology.

“Yeah, yeah.” He let their head fall from his gentle grip to lay against his chest once more, beautiful eyes closed and breathing even. He may be a creature of fear, but they would dream of home tonight, of escaping into endless pines and swimming in a lake, he’d make sure of it.

Bubba

- He has to learn about female biology since he grew up in a male dominated family, it’s a long and slow lesson but he grasps the concept after a bit

- It’s hard for him to imagine such a thing and why the body does that! He knows a lot about bodies, and that was a weird thing

- On the bright side anatomy lessons are easy with a diagram

- He’s the sweetest and most attentive boyfriend during this time. All he wants to do is love you and hold you until the monster goes away

- He hates having to do work for once, actually standing up to his brothers if they try and tear him away or -gasp- say something mean about you!?

- He doesn’t see why anyone would be mad at you for such an ailment

“I’m okay hon, don’t hover.” His s/o scolded gently as they walked around the kitchen. It was more of a hunch, arm wrapped around their middle and face drawn tight with pain. He wanted to scoop them back in his arms and bring them back to bed, but they had insisted on getting up to make breakfast for the boys. Southern ideals and all that, though he would have been happy to cook, he used to anyway. He knew his s/o just liked helping however they could, and this was all they really knew when it came to the weird life their family led. Drayton even let them use his kitchen, so that was proof they were a good cook, he just wished they didn’t feel the need to right now.

He made a soft noise of discontent, sitting in an aged stool that creaked under his weight, watching them intently.

They were so beautiful. They insisted they weren’t, but he knew better. Plenty of men, and some women, he’d seen watch them, and while he didn’t like it he knew his partner was a capable person and could care for themselves. They were the most loyal person he’d ever met, and they saw something in him that he couldn’t.

“Fuck!” He watched them drop an egg as tried to crack them into a bowl to beat, the egg shattering on the floor. They had always been a bit clumsy, so this was hardly a shocking event.

But- but instead of cleaning it up with a little smile and self deprecating joke they sniffled. Tears welling in their soulful eyes and hands shaking as they scrubbed at their face.

He stood up in a panic as they let out a strangled little cry, stifled by their hands over their mouth as they hunched away, trying to hide.

He hated not being able to talk sometimes, how they could avoid listening if they didn’t look when he signed.

He lay a hand on their shoulder, dwarfing it.

“I’m okay, give me a second.” They protested, trying to shrug him off before giving up to lean into him. They looked exhausted, ready to fall asleep there in the kitchen. They should be in bed!

‘I make.’ He signed in front of them, arms around them and chin on their head. They fit against him like a puzzle piece, a perfect fit.

“No, I… You know what, fine.” They sagged into him, letting him scoop them into his arms without protest. He would’ve been able to carry them even if they did, but he hated forcing them to do anything they didn’t want to, it made him sad.

“Once this is over Drayton and I are making Texas style barbecue I swear.” They sighed into his shirt as he carried them to bed, tucking them under covers and throw blankets he’d taken from the empty cars. He would look forward to that, their barbecue was amazing.

He smoothed down their hair, pressing a kid to their head before lumbering off to furnish breakfast before his brothers woke up.

——/——

I’m not dead! Suffering from my own bad period, but not dead. Endometriosis is a bitch let me tell you! I made do other slashers too, I really want to do a Carrie piece, but for now here.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #horror imagines #jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #pennywise x you #pennywise x reader #Pennywise #non binary reader

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grifters-rockininthe-bone · 2 days

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TMA fears as ASMR concepts

Disclaimer: I wrote this months ago in my notes app. This is not proofread in the *slightest*. So. It's gonna be shit. Lol. Enjoy, ig.

Also not canon compliant whatsoever so don't complain about that because I know.

-Michael Distortion: (POV: you're in the spiral) it's just 15 minutes of Michael whispering the same "baby sharchivist dododododo" tune and then him getting killed by Helen in the last minute.

-Nikola Orsinov does your skincare routine but it's just a direct parody of the Victor Van Dort does your Nails video where instead of the bts poster, the "blanket" is a black and white circus poster (see: Danny Stoker) that crumbles to ash when he puts it on. Also at the end she tries to do a "chemical peel" she found on "the internets". Michael comes in at the end and PRESIDENTIAL ALERT THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGG.

"Why are you screaming? that's very rude, you know. Especially after I talked to your BOSS for you. And that was NOT an enjoyable experience. He's such a tool >:(("

"Spill the tea, archivist" "oh sorry, did you want some? Sorry ...too bad. You can't have this :33" "WHERE ARE MY MANNERS??" *sticks pinky finger out* "there! Much better"

-Jane Prentiss' GRWM but she doesn't have any other clothes so it's just "time for the fit check!!" *Camera cuts to her dress for one (1) second* then her makeup is just dirt, dirt, and "the worms love you."

-Simon Fairchild and Michael Crew giggle with each other while huddled together and whispering/gossiping and asking "should we do it, should we do it?" "Yeah yeah let's be bad" while shushing each other while occasionally interacting with the listener for 5 minutes and then the rest of the video is just them torturing them via the ocean (them holding you underwater for 2 minutes with muffled gurgling bubble noises accompanied by underwater ocean sounds and silent panicking), throwing you into the sky at extreme velocity (sounds of air blasting your eardrums for a solid 3 minutes before an airplane hits you full force and you fall back into the ocean...which is another whole minute of falling and panicking.), and then the rest of the video is just them laughing while basically using your limp, dazed body as a kite.

-Elias Bouchard beats you with a metal pipe ASMR.

-POV: Gerard Keay breaks into your house at 2:27 AM and ransacks it looking for a LEITNER "WHERE TF IS I- oh. You're awake..Hi." before leaving through the window but he can't make himself fit through so it's just a full minute of him struggling and awkwardly laughing while apologizing over and over. All this time, he's wearing so much eyeliner, he looks like Jeff the Killer. You point this out and he just goes "Oh! Thank you! :D"

-"Buried Alive ASMR: You Get Buried Alive. You are getting buried alive. Someone is burying you. Alive. It is peaceful." (Unnecessarily long, redundant title for what's just screaming that gets slowly muffled as the video goes on and more dirt is piled on top of you before you start to sound content and just. Go to sleep. At that point. Snoring.)

-The Vase eats your boyfriend in the other room. It's just sounds of porcelain and snoring and fleshy eating sounds with ear eating but it slowly progresses to sounds that make less and less sense until it's just the skeleton sound effects from Minecraft.

-POV spiders crawl all over you. They have covered your door in spiderwebs. You fall asleep crying but wake up to being choked to death via spiders crawling inside you and blocking your windpipe.

-Jared Hopworth, the Boneturner, turns your bones with sounds of squishy flesh moving around in the background. At the end, you get eaten by The Monster Pig™ and meat (lol) the body of the missing clown.

-You get sacrificed to The Desolation. Sounds of distant screaming is heard in the right ear while sounds of maniacal/pained laughter is heard in the left. Fire crackles throughout the woods.

-You are getting chased by something. You get stalked with a lot of tension at the beginning; sticks cracking, creepy giggling, devious sounds all around. Your breathing is uneasy, but then the sounds stop and you breathe a sigh of relief and go back to stoking your campfire. Something growls and finally says "evening" and starts counting down. From 5. You bolt away from your campsite downhill for 2 minutes breathing heavily and fast before you trip on a stick and tumble down the mountain getting hit by trees and sent over rocks. You're about to pass out, but then you hear sniffing and growling in your direction and you get back up with an "o shit" and hide in a tree. When the monster sniffs out your hiding spot, it can't reach you. The rest of the video is slightly muffled Gangnam Style.

-POV: Peter Lukas kidnaps you, throws you in a sack, and you are put on a ship to a deserted island. This part is just sounds of boards creaking and boat rocking sounds while you fall asleep to the sounds of Peter's VERY heavy snoring. You're both startled awake by distant "land ho!" And a very gruff Peter's voice talking to himself going "I'm up I'm up ugh". Rustling of the bag is heard while he picks you up and fumbles around with you. You're getting passed around and jostled a bunch. At one point he burns his toast. Sounds of intense crunching can be heard from this along with him saying "elgh" as if disgusted. Finally, he brings you to the deck and throws you overboard onto a deserted island (your bones break and you scream "MY LEGS") before you can hear him far away saying "alright, set sail, we're done here." You manage to get out of the bag (you are wincing, the drop heavily contorted your body) and the sun shines at you while birds squack above and the coast crashes onto the shore. You slowly lose your mind.

-POV you're in the War™ and get shot in the arm and fall into a cave with one of your comerades. You guys shakily and awkwardly attempt to make small talk as you both bleed out on top of several hundreds of other corpses. The Piper is heard in the distance getting louder. When he finally gets to you after taking your friend, you fall into a bottomless pit while he's up there yelling "OH FUCKING COME ONNNN." When you get out on the other side after a minute of silence with faint sounds of "I will remember you" plays quietly through the silence. When you get out, Mike and Simon are snickering before you cough up blood when they start bursting out in laughter being like "I'm sorry I'm SO sorry really but it's JUST. SO FUNNY."

-POV: Robert Montauk is preparing to kill you, sharpening his tools and humming and whatnot before Julia comes in and asks what her dad's doing. While he's distracted, you escape the shitily tied knots and run through pitch dark while he chases you with an axe. "COME BACK. COME BACCKKK. YOU FUCKER I NEED YOU. FUCKER." You run into a church. Manuela Dominguez tries to apprehend you. It doesn't work. "Where the hell's Fairchild when you need him?"

Robert bursts through the church and gets pissed at you for making him scream curse words that his daughter could hear. Throws the axe at you. He misses. Now you have a weapon. You charge at him but fall through another pitch black hole where none other than yours truly are on the other side of it laughing their ASSES off just DYING. "OK. OK Whooooo. We SWEAR that was the last of it hahaha" "haha yeah just some guys bonding over a good laugh, you understand."

-The End. Just. An end screen.

You're dropped into Season one Jon's office and they (annoyed) take your statement. Typing sounds are heard while you frantically go "then the old guy..a-nd then the other old guy then the 2 old men and. And. Worm lady. Skin. Chemical peel." As they mumble "uh huh, yeah. Heh, heard that one before. No go on, go on." When statement ends, you leave but stay at the door to eavesdrop while they skepticize like "this man needs some antispychotics and he needs them NOW. Ugh. My job is utter buffoonery. MAHTIN."

You turn to walk away but get ambushed by Elias Bouchard. The last sound of the video is just a metal pipe hitting you over the head.

#tma #tma podcast #the magnus archives #asmr #this is so bad lol #my two favorites were the one with Simon and Mike and the one with Peter #the vast and the lonely ARE my favorite fears so that's fitting ig #i hated doing the rp format as much as you did reading it #the magnus archives podcast #magpod

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kreideprinzessin · 2 years

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🏵️ Sleeping with them (Part 2) 🏵️

Characters: Childe, Dainsleif, Gorou, Kazuha, Yoimiya, Kokomi, Mona

Content: sfw, gn! reader, fluff

Note: My sleeping headcanons were one of the first things I ever wrote on this blog, and yet I continue to get notes on them, so… In celebration of them reaching 3.7k notes (and as a thank you to everyone who’s been supporting my work), I’ve decided to add a second part :)

Part 1 featuring Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma, Venti, Xiao and Itto

Childe

He moves around. A LOT. So you better expect to wake up with at least one limp thrown over you and most pillows lying on the floor each morning.

Also likes to cuddle a lot so he usually falls asleep tightly holding you in his arms

He's a massive blanket hogger, which can be a little problematic in the cold of Snezhnaya

Luckily, he himself is pretty warm, so you can just scoot closer to him and cuddle (And if you’re lucky, he’ll even pull you under the blanket at well)

Alternatively, you can try to take the blanket back, but be warned he can put up quite a fight. If you try to pull it from him, you usually just both end up lying on the floor

Dainsleif

Definitely an insomniac. He doesn't fall asleep easily, but he's happy to stay next to to you while you sleep if his presence helps you

He'll tell you random stories whenever you can't sleep, his calm voice helping you calm down enough to fall asleep again

When he does fall asleep, he tends to talk in his sleep, but it's all so cryptic, you never understand what it's about

Often has really bad nightmares, so it's not uncommon for him to move around a lot or look really distressed, but you’ve learned over time that he tends to calm down when you stroke his hair or talk to him, even when it doesn’t fully wake him up

He's usually gone by the time you in the morning, but not without wake up preparing breakfast and leaving a note that he loves you

Gorou

Want now your own life-sized teddy bear? Congrats, now you have one. Goren lets you cuddle him as much as you'd like.

Lets you scratch his ears because the sensation helps both of you unwind and fall asleep

Usually drapes his tail over you, almost like he's hugging you with it. Great when it's cold, but terrible during Summer because suddenly you have a whole layer of extra heat on top of you

There's often a lot on his mind, so he tends to be a bit antsy when settling in for the night, but once he calms down, he's out like a light within a few minutes

Sometimes lets out small growls in his sleep when he has bad dreams, but he usually just reaches out to pull you closer and all is good again

Kazuha

He actually likes camping and sleeping under the stars a lot, so he’ll ask you to join him

Uses some of his clothes as a blanket for the both of you, so you don't get cold

Sometimes he likes to recite poetry while he tries to fall asleep. It helps him calm his thoughts a little

Wakes up easily because he's used to being on high alert from when he was on the run, but very quickly remembers that everything’s okay and he has nothing to worry about when he finds you peacefully slumbering next to him

He's usually awake when the sun rises, but likes spending these early morning hours enjoying the peaceful silence, holding you close and watching you for a while (It’s when he comes up with the best poems)

Yoimiya

She's VERY chatty. But she doesn't really mind if you don't reply or even fall asleep, she just likes talking to you. She even think it’s kind of cute that you fall asleep to the sound of her voice so easily

Will gladly hold you in her arms, but is she also likes to play with your hair or fidgets around

No. 2 contender for “softest chest to sleep on", only rivaled by Kaeya. She's just soft and warm and Squishy. Perfect.

She's a VERY early riser and sadly not very quiet while getting ready, so expect to be woken up around sunrise

The good side of that is that the two of you get to watch countless beautiful sunrises together

Kokomi

She's usually so tired, she falls asleep the moment her head hits the pillow; Doesn't matter if the Lights are on or it's loud outside, she’ll sleep like a rock

Sometimes her overall stress and exhaustion piles up and manifests in the form of nightmares. Then it's usually you who holds her close and helps her calm down enough to fall back asleep

She likes being held by you, it makes her feel calm and safe. She tends to feel much more well-rested when she got to sleep by your side

Likes holding your hand while falling asleep, as a reassurance that you’re right there with her

When she can’t fall asleep, she likes to listen to the sound of the ocean (Either by going to the sea and watch for a while or, if we’re talking about a modern au, likes to put on videos of the ocean)

Mona

I feel like she’s not the cuddliest of people, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy having your presence next to her

She spends most of the night reading, so there’s always the gentle, flickering glow of a candle inside your room

While she’s asleep, Mona actually does tend to scoot closer to you, so if you’re lucky enough to wake up before her, you can enjoy at least a small bit of having her cuddled up in your arms

If you can’t sleep, she uses her magic to summon small glowing stars, etc. It’s like these sticky glow in the dark stars, but better

Likes to spend lazy mornings in bed with you, just chatting about random stuff for a while

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Okay but this idk okay my feminism is trying really hard to fight me rn but I can't. Who would this be?

Also can I be ur 🌙 anon if u don't have one and well if u do give me any emoji you want.

that’s kalopsia!reader aka Arcadia Phi’s pet !! dark smut drabble below

warnings: dark, smut - minors DNI, dark characters, overstimulation, non-con/dub-con, implied free use, unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, dehumanization, gagging (with a used condom), size kink, it’s totally nasty, you’ve been warned.

The semester has just ended and you’re all on winter break, it’s the perfect opportunity to spend days on end being ✨used✨ by your alphas because it turns out, they’re also in rut 😵‍💫

They don’t go full animalistic since they’d rather not ruin you within the first few months of your relationship, so they take the time to write all over your body—signing their names, their fraternity crest, slut/pet, and covering you in spit and cum.

By the end of the second day, you’re a limp mess in the living room, hiccuping and whining someone traces through your puffy, creamy folds and pulls out the used condom.

“N-No more…”

A sharp sigh follows your words. “Curtis.”

“I’m coming.” The alpha enters your view, already fisting his hard cock. He cranes his neck, “hey, pet, you’re awake again?”

“I can’t, I can’t.” You weakly protest, trying to crawl away from the man adjusting you from behind. A thickness prods at your weepy hole, slipping between your cum-covered petals. “Please no!”

“That’s not the right attitude, dumb baby.” Curtis replies, “You’re supposed to be good for us.”

“And let us use you whenever we please.” Steve murmurs against your shoulder, peppering kisses along your skin.

“Getting started without me?” Another voice pipes up from your side, it’s Andy with a towel around his waist and a fresh scent follows him. He crouches before you with a soft grin on his face. “Hi, my pretty girl, you gonna give daddy a kiss?”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean forward, anticipating another kiss that will steal your heart—but instead, something wet and squishy is shoved between your lips.

“Hey, that wasn’t nice.” Curtis mocks, gripping your chin to get a closer look at you.

The condom, used and practically pumped full is hanging out your mouth, someone’s seed dribbles down your lips and chin, creating a trail for those pretty tears to follow.

“As if you haven’t done worse.” Andy rolls his eyes, dropping the towel to the floor and kneeling by your face. His hand wraps around his cock, slowing jerking then he taps your cheek with the bulbous tip. “Right, pet? Isn’t Curtis always so mean to you? Practically bullies that little cunt.”

“Remember when he made you suck his cock in that club?” Steve pushes in abruptly, groaning as your walls pulsate around his length. You choke out a gasp, as he presses to the hilt, and his fat girth intensifies the soreness that hasn’t left you once. You roughly wiggle and let out muffled pleas, trying to get away as he leans forward, crushing you—trapping you beneath his weight.

“He came all over your face and made you wear it the rest of the night.” A deeper tone rumbles from the entry way. Ari has his arms crossed over his chest, watching the pure filth play out. “Showing everyone what a little slut you are.”

You’re lucky the rest of the house is empty at the moment. Not that they would’ve cared, but they know you’d be utterly embarrassed about being caught by the rest of their fraternity brothers.

“Ransom!” He calls, and footsteps sound before another man enters the living room. He has a water bottle in his hand, gym shorts hanging low on his hips.

“Oh, we’re going again?” Although he sounds calm, you know he isn’t. In fact, he was just working off steam instead of fucking you into the couch again.

And that condom in your mouth tastes like him.

“Well, they’ve already started. Zero patience.” Ari snorts, slowly unbuttoning his pants.

“Finally.” Ransom grins, stripping off his clothes. “This time, I want her mouth.”

“Too late.” Andy grunts, shoving himself deep into your mouth alongside the condom. “Better luck next time, playboy.”

🌙 is already taken so I’ll give you 🌻 if that’s okay !!

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messylustt · 8 months

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a list of euphemisms/non-explicit words <3

\- if a word you used triggers the filter, try another one or describe the action instead

\- take a word/action the bot said and describe it in greater detail as well as the impact it has on your character

\- some of these words made me want to die but whatever </3 hope this helps!!

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― BODY PARTS

\[GENERAL\] lower torso - (inner/outer) thighs - hips - waist - legs - groin - crotch - arousal - entrance - "bundle of nerves" - erogenous zone - pelvis - insides - orbs - guts

\[FEM\] womanhood - core - flower - lower lips - womb - inner walls - cervix - sleeve - bosom - breast - cleavage - mound(s) - rack

\[MASC\] manhood - bulge - tent - head - tip - shaft - length - member - bump - wood - rod - sack

\[ASS\] rear - cheeks - posterior - hills -derriere - behind - bum - ring

\[CUM\] substance - fluid - juices - seed - love - liquid - load

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― ACTIONS:

\[MOVEMENTS\] slams - pounds - thrusts - inserts - rides - battered - pummeled - bucked - bombarded - smacked - bred - ravaged - gouged - bounced - thumped - thwacked - entered - pumped - pushed - roughed up - dug - drilled - rammed - piston

\[TOUCH\] fondles - massages - gropes - trails - snakes - slithers - caresses - plays - strokes - soothes - rubs - kisses - danced - pressed - cupped - squeezed - worshipped - straddled - squeezed - pinched - poke - prod - flick - flit - dart - grind - crush - vice grip - gripped - held - cradled

\[TONGUE\] licks - laves - moistens - wets - tastes - laps - slurps - sips - guzzles - drinks - siphons - vacuums - chokes - nurses - lolled - rolls

\[CUMMING\] leaking - spurting - pouring - dripping - trickled - finished - filled - dribbled - lubricated - erupted - spouted - milking - wringing (out)

\[REACTIONS\] breathed - whispered - begged - groaned - grunted - moaned - muttered - cried - squeaked - squealed - mumbled - sobbed - whined - twitched - shivered - snarled - yelped - babbled - "contorted/twisted in pleasure" - ogled - open-mouthed - "licked \[their\] lips" - "\[X\]'s mouth hung agape" - clenched

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― FEELINGS:

\[GENERAL\] needy - eagerness - carnal - erotic - sensual - sinful - obscene - bawdy - titillating - shameless - vulgar - intoxicated - hypnotized - enticing

\[HORNY\] heat - enjoyment - sadistic/masochistic - arousal - excitement - pent-up - craving - stimulated - thrilled - starved

\[AMBATAKUM\] pleasure - bliss - euphoria - "head in the clouds" - rush - blanked

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― ADJECTIVES

\[CUM\] sticky - coated - moist - soaked - covered - stained - painted - potent - viscous - pasty - gelatinous - slimy - glue-like - syrupy - viscid - runny - salty - tangy - piquant - glazed - drenched - creamy

\[SEX BITS\] slick - girthy - thick - limp - throbbing - pulsating - tight - stiff - hot - warm - scorching - slippery - lubricous - gaping - cavernous

\[BODY\] broad - heavy - hefty - meaty - fat - round - wobbly - jiggly - bouncy - plump - soft - firm - squishy - pliable - musky - sweaty - ample - wide - smooth - beefy - hourglass - chubby - pear - bottom/top-heavy

\[NAKED\] bare - uncovered - unclothed - raw - nude

\[FEELINGS\] lustful - lecherous - unchaste - promiscuous - prurient - lascivious - licentious - seductive

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― COMEDIC/VULGAR

\[ASS\] shithole - exhaust port - boypussy - asspussy - shitbox

\[FEM\] meat curtains - clitty - "knock up" - gorilla grip - meat sacks - bazongers - honkers - cunny - cunt

\[MASC\] meat stick - joystick - disco stick\* - friend - bitchbreaker - pisser - "piston of justice"

\[SEX\] hanky-panky - devils tango - getting laid - funny business - shaking of the sheets - shag - boink - bone - screw - nail

\[CUM\] baby-batter - spunk - jizz - baby milkshake

\[NAKED\] birthday suit - "as adam/eve did in the garden of eden"\* - nekkid/naekid - au naturel

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― EXAMPLES

"The result of \[their\] arousal ended up in \[Y\]'s open mouth"

"The feelings inside of \[X\] boiled to a breaking point and flooded out of \[them\] onto the bedsheets beneath"

"\[They\] moved their hands up \[Y\]'s inner thigh to prod at \[their\] growing excitement"

"\[X\]'s face was just as slick as the sensitive area between \[their\] thighs"

"\[X\] trailed \[their\] finger in steady circular motions over \[Y\]'s pent-up arousal"

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For female orgasms: spasming and climaxing work pretty well.

Added now again:

"Thing" for the male part, "Release" or "Shoot a load" for the climax are also terms to use.

Added now again and again:

Had a bot suggest "love buttons" for nipples.

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while you use these words, switch some letters for numbers ex.: pl3asure, p0unds, gro4ns. makes it harder for the filter to pick it up..

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Random:

"shout out to lady gaga"

One of my bots said this and i thought it was so silly

- an horny girl who wants to fuck her boyfriend bot

OMGGG U ARE AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL FOR THIS!!

#MWAH #(⊙_⊙) ai gossip

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hazelnut-u-out · 8 months

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i really wanted to post something for birdrick week, but i've been struggling and moved over the weekend, so here is my *belated* submission lol. based on the song 'Constant Headache', but i hope to revisit the concept at some point and flesh it out a little more.

ao3 link here if anyone prefers, but full text is below the cut!

'Cigarettes'

1,414 words

You hang me up, unfinished, with the better part of me no longer mine And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap

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Music festivals were pretty much the same on every planet that would have them. Drugs, free booze, decent tail. The only difference was that Rick was on stage this time.

Rick enjoyed being around all of the weird alien bodies– and not just because he was horny.

This was different.

In space, he felt like he was part of something bigger. Not in the corny sense of having a mission, though. It was more like a realization of how little his own weirdness mattered when he was nothing compared to everything. He was so small that he wasn’t even a part of it, and that was how he liked it.

This festival, in particular, had been quite the experience. While he’d known Birdperson and Squanchy for some time now, they had recently started making a minor name for themselves in the community. Rick didn’t love performing as much as he did playing for them, but he was a natural showman, so it all worked out in the end. Drugs, music, and casual hookups with your best friend are how life should go all the time, where Rick was concerned.

Totally casual.

All Rick could see from beneath the thin sheet covering his limp form was the faint blue glow of the lantern they had hung at the top of the tent. He grumbled, turning over and pressing his palms into his eyes. It was still after dark and he was still drunk.

“Fuck,” he sighed, ever forlorn about his constant battle between craving a cigarette and wanting to rot in the fetal position.

A melody seeped its way into the fabric walls from somewhere far away. It was kind of whiny, sad, and heavy on the bass.

Rick approved. He liked most genres that would test the limits of the average human eardrum.

As much as he liked the song, though, it did little to distract from the persistent hunger of his nicotine addiction.

Just as he was begging himself to move and fumble around for the carton, he heard footsteps outside of the tent. The ground must have been wet because they sounded squishy and faint, but uncoordinated as if whoever the feet were attached to was absolutely fucked up.

Rick paused for a moment, trying to take inventory of how many bodies were in the tent. Listening, he identified Squanchy’s breathing right away. He was curled up somewhere between Rick’s feet and the opening of the tent. His gentle purrs blended with that sad melody as Rick stretched his arms out in search of Birdperson, the sheet coming down and snagging on his stubble.

His best friend typically slept curled along the shape of Rick’s body– sturdy arms around Rick’s waist and velvety wings enveloping the rest of him. Usually, only Rick’s feet poked out from the base of Birdperson’s wings.

Rick blushed thinking about it, reminding himself he’d obviously only agreed to the sleeping arrangement to respect his friend’s culture of communal nesting.

He was suddenly aware of how much the bedding smelled of honey, birdseed, and sweat.

Keeping his eyes closed to avoid the unwanted intrusion of light, he patted around behind him awkwardly.

No Birdperson.

Rick listened hard, trying to hear any noise from outside of the tent.

He could hear Birdperson laugh. He’d recognize his laugh anywhere– this laugh, especially. Birdperson only laughed like that when he was absolutely plastered.

Rick let out a little huff as he heard Squanchy stir.

“Hey!” Birdperson called out a little too loudly. Rick flinched. “Let me innnnn.”

Even though Rick knew better, he pictured his companion pouting as he slurred out the words. He was probably flushed and sweaty– cross faded off of some mystery substances.

Rick swallowed.

He kept his eyes shut, hoping Squanchy would assume he was asleep and open the tent for their hopeless friend.

There was a gentle scratching sound as Birdperson presumably tried to claw his way inside. “Please,” he whined. “Or you will forever be known as the fuckers who let their best friend– a member of an endangered and persecuted species– die at a stupid music festival.”

“Oh, for Squanch’s sake!” Squanchy hissed, the sound of bedding rustling and a zipper coming undone following the outburst. A muffled thud filled the space. “What the fuck, man? D’ya have to pass out in the entryway? I’ll never get the zipper shut!”

“Hmmf,” Rick heard Birdperson moan. He must’ve fallen face-first into the bedding along the base of the tent.

“Mooove,” their friend replied exasperatedly. “I don’t get paid enough to put up with this shit.”

Judging by the sound of things, and the body nestling in behind Rick’s own, BP had actually listened. Subconsciously, Rick’s back pushed into the warmth behind him. It was Birdperson’s leg, as far as he could tell. He must’ve been laying with his head near Squanchy’s usual place.

“Hush, pussycat. You are not on our payroll,” Birdperson drawled.

Rick almost laughed, quickly remembering he was meant to be asleep.

“Whatever,” Squanchy said. “I’m going to grab a smoke. Wake up your little boyfriend and have him babysit you, for a change.”

The zipper to the tent let out a little wail. Closed.

Smoke. Cigarette. Ugh.

Rick almost gave up on the sleeping act right then, finally awake enough to justify crawling out from the warmth. Just as he was preparing himself to stand, though, a heavy hand grasped his calf from above the sheet, shaking him gently.

The warmth of BP’s hand sunk deep into his bones, sending little bolts of electricity up to his spine.

“Rick?” Birdperson whispered. “You awake?”

Rick didn’t know why, but he didn’t respond.

His friend let out a little breath, his thumb beginning to gently trace circles along the back of Rick’s leg, and Rick wished he could see the deep turquoise glow of the bioluminescent creatures within their lantern along Birdperson’s features.

“I am a mess,” Birdperson murmured softly, almost inaudible. “A wreck. Everything I have ever touched has died.”

Rick felt a lead weight in his stomach. He should tell him he was awake.

He didn’t.

“I hope… I hope you do not. You are too good for me and my poison.” BP’s voice wavered.

He was speaking a bit more loudly now, though whether it was due to confidence that Rick was asleep or inebriation was a mystery.

“You are so pretty.”

Rick’s heart skipped a beat.

Did he hear that right?

He hoped his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“I wanted to tell you that earlier, you know? I cannot let myself destroy something else. Something so good. Something so… pretty. You were dancing in that weird necklace that chick gave you, and, man…” Birdperson paused. "I do not know much about your species, but you make me think human is not such a bad thing to be."

Rick couldn’t process what was happening.

Rick had never felt more cool than he did when he had first woken up in a tent that smelled like Birdperson. He had never felt more alive than when he was at Birdperson’s side. He wanted to sit up and tell his friend that he had cured death– that he was the savior, not the scythe.

But he didn’t.

Suddenly, little sputters– the kind that slip out when you sob quietly– permeated the air around them.

Birdperson was crying.

“Fuck, I wish I could fix you.” Rick felt hollow. Or heavy. “You are so fucked up, and here I am– letting you waste what little of yourself you have left on me.”

Rick felt like he could sink down into the mud beneath their tent. He could make six feet below feel like a home.

Rick fought the tears, his eyes burning.

Why did he think he could ever be worth something? Why did he think he could change his mind?

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Rick lay there, unmoving in his numbness. He lay there until Birdperson’s sobs slowly morphed into snores. He lay there until Squanchy came back in and curled up on his feet, purring once again. He lay there until he fell asleep– empty and wasted and so fucking naive.

In the morning, he’d have a cigarette.

Birdperson would smoke him and crush him beneath a foot in an alley, and Rick would thank him just for the chance to be the only taste on his lips.

In the end, there’d be nothing left of him.

Well, he thought, maybe some ash.

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#rick and morty #rick sanchez #birdrick #my fics

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seakicker · 2 years

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hii juju i'm so glad you liked my ovi zhongli brainrot 💗 but i've been thinking about your dottore post and the slime pregnancy.....

i imagine it's been a few weeks since you got impregnated with them and you quickly became dottores favourite test subject >:] the pregnancy is progressing, your body swelling up nicely and making you even more plump.

dottore runs tests on you as often as his other responsibilities allow him and makes sure to be even more through with documenting your progress if he missed a check-up. he keeps getting more handsy with you, his cold, glove-claded hands groping and pinching what feels like every inch of your entire body, keen on noting every change and how you react to the slime. the way your belly keeps swelling and he makes sure to pay extra-extra attention to it after you shyly mention that sometimes you can feel the slimes shifting inside you a few months after he began experimenting on you. your belly is now downright obscene and makes sloshing noises from time to time. because of the ever growing slimes growing inside of you, your spine now bends under the weight of your tummy, your usual preppy walk became a slow waddle and even walking to dottores lab from wherever in fatuis quarters you've been relocated to feels exhausting due to the immense pressure in your womb. your tummy guves in extremly easily due to the rather squishy nature of the slimes wich makes it extremely difficult to move around without causing a commotion as it's always either gurgling, the slimes shifting visibly under your skin. every time when they move around you try to calm them down but it only makes them more lively and you end up panting in the middle of corridor, trying and failing to calm your packed tummy.

ALL OF THIS. ALL OF THIS HOLY SHIT. please this level of detail is so fucking amazing and so hot down to the very last word. this is the exact level of unhinged, unabashed, unbridled horny monsterfucking i wanna see more of because this has me drooling. and god the special mentions of belly noises are esp making me drool because you know i have such a big thing for that…… sloshy pregnant belly full of energetic slimes that just won’t give you a break…

and the mental image of a cute, desperate, exhausted reader just trying to calm her tummy down is so GOOD!!! leaning against the wall for support as you walk because your heavy belly just makes movement so difficult these days, you’re panting and whimpering as you slowly limp along the hallway bc the slimes have been especially restless inside of you today and you’re just so tired. it’s difficult to fall asleep (and stay asleep, as their movements have woken you up on more than one occasion) with such an energetic group of slimes sloshing and wriggling in your belly, and you’re just praying they’ll calm down on your walk (read: waddle) back to dottore’s lab so you can take a nap once you’re back in your bed. slowly rubbing your belly and desperately whispering like “please, please, no more” in hopes the slimes will get the memo and chill out for a while, but it’s pointless 😔 they’re practically bouncing off each other inside of your womb, the movements visible through your skin as you cry and cry.

maybe dottore’s got some sedative he can use to forcibly put you to sleep…

#jesus christ this is hot #anon i’m love u #cw oviposition #cw pregnancy #cw monsterfucking #faves #dottore smut #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore smut

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desertfangs · 8 months

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Vamptember - Day 2 - Dissection

Armand/Daniel - Devil's Minion Era - Mature - 1161 words Mild mention of sexual activity, lots of talk of death

Daniel swallowed uneasily as the smell of formaldehyde wafted up from the dead frog on the tray in front of them. He glanced at Armand, who poked it and quickly withdrew his finger, as if worried the frog might suddenly leap up and do a dance.

The teacher at the front of the room gave instructions. Daniel tried to pay attention but Armand had gotten hold of the scalpel and Daniel watched him out of the corner of his eye. The teacher gave them a particularly long, scrutinizing look and then told everyone to get to work.

Daniel studied the dead little thing on the tray. He’d done this once before in high school and had found it unpleasant. The smell, mostly, but also the odd limpness of the dead amphibian’s body, the strange lifelessness of its eyes.

Are people like this when they’re dead? Daniel asked.

Armand was dragging the scalpel over the frog’s belly, looking at the sheet they were given for reference. He didn’t bother to look up.

Yes. Haven’t you ever seen a body?

Daniel had seen his grandfather in a casket when he was young but that felt different somehow.

Armand made an incision based on the instructions, right down its middle. It sliced open easily, reminding Daniel of cutting into a pie to see the filling. Armand set down the scalpel and folded back the skin. Daniel stared at the tiny little organs inside.

When did you first see a dead body?

Armand gave him a curious look. He lifted the scalpel again and worked it gently beneath the tiny liver.

It was not uncommon to see bodies in the era of my youth.

“How bleak,” Daniel said aloud.

Armand cut the liver free and gestured for Daniel to hold up the second, smaller tray. He did, and Armand set the liver on it.

Death is part of life and it was seen as such. Now death is removed, kept separate, bodies whisked out of sight. What does modern man know of death, Daniel?

Daniel considered, watching as Armand worked his knife around the dead frog’s stomach. They had funerals, of course, and cemeteries. It wasn’t like death was hidden or ignored. But it was sanitized, he was right. He thought again of his grandfather, caked with makeup and dressed in a fine suit, made to look like he was sleeping.

Armand removed the remaining small organs and laid them out on the tray. Daniel referred to the diagram they’d been given and wrote little labels for each piece. He stuck the labels to pins, and pushed the pins into the squishy pieces of flesh that had kept this creature alive until it met its end. And how had that happened, he wondered? Surely these frogs had not simply died naturally.

By the time class was over, Daniel felt morose. He wanted a drink and several of the other students were meeting up at a bar a few blocks down, so Armand and Daniel agreed to join them.

“Is that how you see mortals?” Daniel asked, as they walked out of the school. “Helpless little creatures you can pin to a board?”

Armand gave him a look, still impassive. “Everything dies.”

“You don’t.” He fumbled for his cigarettes and lit one as they hit the sidewalk, letting the ashy smoke fill his lungs and ease the tension in his muscles.

“Not even immortals always live forever,” Armand said, looking down at the pavement. Terrible thought, really, that something like Armand could still die. He swallowed uneasily.

“You never answered my question,” Armand pressed. “What is death to the modern man?”

Daniel considered. “A specter,” he said finally, exhaling smoke. “You’re right that we try to push death to the shadows, to keep it from day to day life. No one likes to be reminded, but it still haunts everyone. Every man wakes up at 2 am sometimes and remembers he’ll die someday.”

Armand looked thoughtful and titled his head.

“But hasn’t that always been true?” Daniel asked. “Kingdoms conquered and lost, whole societies built on the desire to cheat death somehow. Surely men of your time feared death.”

“Feared it, yes. But this modern world would avoids it and pretends it won’t happen. Don’t you see the absurdity?”

Daniel took a drag on his cigarette. “Is it so absurd to want to live without that Sword of Damocles over one’s head? Or perhaps you’ve forgotten what it feels like after so many centuries when the odds are you’ll persist forever.”

“Yes,” Armand said. “Because I take life from others to sustain my own.”

Daniel shivered. The thought of Armand killing, of him drinking the life out of someone, made Daniel’s skin hot. “What’s it like?”

Armand gave him a wry look. Daniel asked about killing often and Armand never said much. “Didn’t your friend Louis tell you? It’s ecstasy, of course.”

Daniel sucked on his cigarette, remembering the way Armand touched him last night, stroking him to completion as his fangs sank into his throat, drinking his blood while Daniel came. Ecstasy, yes. He had no doubt.

“But afterward, when they go from being alive to a corpse in your arms? How does that feel?”

Armand blinked and Daniel laughed at his surprise. He’d asked a thousand questions about this but he still found it amusing when he could catch Armand off guard. “You ask the strangest questions, beloved.”

They arrived at the bar. Daniel crushed the butt of his cigarette beneath his shoe and they lingered at the door.

“Let me watch you kill sometime,” Daniel said.

Armand shook his head, a silent but firm no, and led Daniel into the bar, ordering him a drink and thrusting it into his hand. They found their classmates in the back and joined the discussion about how the dissection went.

But Daniel couldn’t stop thinking about human bodies. How it must feel for medical students to stand over corpses and cut them apart like they had done with the frog. He thought of how he, himself, was merely a sack of squishy organs held together by skin and bone, and someday when he died, all of those bits and pieces would become like that of the frog’s, stiff and useless blobs of flesh.

He wondered what a human liver felt like, a human heart. Did Armand know?

He glanced over and Armand was no longer paying attention to the conversation either. He was giving Daniel an odd look that he couldn’t decipher.

If you really want to see a body, perhaps we can arrange it, Armand thought.

Daniel swallowed. He doubted that Armand meant he’d get to watch him kill but the thought was still strangely tantalizing and horrifying all at once. Be careful what you wish for when you have a demonic genie at your side, he thought to himself as he downed the rest of his drink and went to the bar for another.

#vamptember #vamptember 23 #vamptember 2023 #daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #vc fanfic #my fic #devil's minion era #vampire chronicles #ficlet #devil's minion #the devil's minion

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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you can make headcanons of raph leo mikey and donnie who date a pretty tall reader (like 6.11) who is quite tall and quite a bit busty so at one point the reader approaches the turtle and lifts them to the ground and then gives them a hug but the reader didn't notice that their faces are being squeezed between their chests to death (headcanons separate)

A/n: this request is gold. Thank you for requesting

Summary:the turtle Brothers have a tall boyfriend who picked them up to hug them but he has quite the chest

Version:2003

Donatello

He was just reading his book nothing crazy just a Steve Irwin book

But while he was reading his boyfriend just came along and picked him up tor a hug

Now the funny part is his boyfriend is like 6'11 and he's only 5'2

Yeah so the hug would be a bit awkward if he just hugged Donnie

But he didn't he picked him up

Now normally Donnie would be at his stomach or shoulders depending on how you hug him

But this time he was in your chest

And because of that he was kinda suffocating between your pecs

You didn't notice

And donnie was like punching your back and kicking

When you looked down and seen him trying to push away you put him down

And immediately after he took a big breath in

You apologized while he tried to refill his lungs

You were embarrassed while mikey and raph were laughing in the background

He was kinda glad though

He never thought that once in his life he would almost get suffocated by his boyfriend's pecs

But hey he would be glad if it was by your pecs and not someone else

Raphael

He was casually watching TV when you asked for a hug

Now just like he was only 5'2 so usually he was either up to your stomach or shoulders

But now was different

When he agreed and stood up so its not Awkward

He didn't expect you to pick him up

Not most of the time he didn't mind sense he would just be at your shoulders nothing to bad

But on he hand gone straight to your chest

It took him a moment to process the fact that he'd between your pecs

When he did he chuckled before he started to struggle to breathe

Than he started to freak out

He definitely didn't want to die because his boyfriends pecs suffocated him

So he grabbed his sais and started to poke you

He kept doing it until you put him down

When you did he started to gasp for air and put his hand on his plastron

When he caught his breathe he kinda yelled at you for almost suffocating him

He watched realization hit and you become red

He laughed as you awkwardly walked away

But he wishs that he was suffocating from your pecs because it was comfortable

Michelangelo

He was just chilling watch his brother get scowled by splinter

And just like all his brothers he's 5'2 so your pretty big compared to him

But he never turns down hugs and he got himself between your pecs

So when you asked for a hug you weren't going pick him up just hug him

But he had other ideas

He jumped up into your arms trying to get to your shoulders but Instead ended up between your chest

And as soon as he hit your chest you wrapped your arms around him so he didn't fall

It you just started to suffocated him

But hey he's enjoying it

So he didn't freak out he just enjoyed the squishy pecs of yours

So you had to realize that you were suffocating him

And when you did you quickly dropped him and made sure he was okay

When he was you yelled at him for not telling you that you were suffocating him

All he said was worth it before passing out

Leonardo

He was training and he didn't plan on stopped any time soon

While until you came up to ask him for a hug

He didn't say no

And with that he ended up in almost dieing

All because he didn't notice he was suffocating

He's got a lot of stress with all that's going on so he didn't notice

So he enjoyed the warm hug and comfortable pecs you have

And since he didn't notice you didn't notice so you just stood there holding leo and swaying

But when you felt him go limp that's when you got worried

Turns out this poor boy just passed out

So you and to take him to Donnie and make sure he didn't die

He's good he's alive

A/n:sorry this took awhile but it was fun to make and I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt headcanons #tmnt imagine #tmnt x male reader #tmnt 2003 #tmnt x gn reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003 x male reader

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eggedbellies · 2 years

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A humanoid slime catches wind that you'll be taking the pills to becoming incredibly pregnant soon; they are absolutely thrilled and immediately make plans to find you. With a bit of networking, their biggest dream comes true.

They set you in a room with only a blanket to cover yourself, as it's humid and cold. Shivering, you notice that something is dripping from the ceiling. At first, you're not quite sure what. But it falls faster until a lime green blob is wiggling in front of you.

"Ah, finally! I, uh, I think you'd like a little more straight forward appearance, right? What are you into?"

They anxiously rise and twist into a humanoid shape, starting with a tall, muscular form. They are rambling nervously about what they can do, how they can make a soft, green, squishy version of what you like, but it falls on deaf ears; the arousal has been building ever since you've been locked in this room and you're starting to go into heat. Badly.

"-so if knots are more your thi-"

"Just fuck me," you interrupted with a moan," please?"

The translucent face seems shocked at first, but is quick to change gears, opting to grab you and roughly take you into it's body. The slime is up to your neck, your face the only thing left exposed as the rest of your body is massaged and constricted. A whimper escapes your throat when you feel it tease your entrance, the thick slime warm now and causing a tingling sensation.

Without warning, they force theirself into you with a hard thrust. Your scream of pleasure it cut short by them greeting your mouth with a kiss. When you open your eyes, a soft, smooth face is looking at you with a hunger that made your very core crawl in arousal.

They move fast and deep into you, pressing hard against your cervix. You can hear them muttering "you're mine.. I'm going to stuff that pretty, fat belly of yours.. no one's going to save you now, princess.." enraptured in fucking you.

Finally, they grunt and you feel something very warm push into your womb, quickly filling you. Waves of pleasure fill your body as your belly expands, taking them in. When they're done, they've left a thin coat of themself over your body- the rest of them is in you, wiggling and throbbing. As you lay on your back moaning and holding your stomach, the slime residue seems to move and crawl on your nipples, playing with them.

This sends you into further down the spiral of your arousal- it pushes you over and your body is rocked by a brain numbing orgasm. With a jolt, they slither out of your womb, keeping you cumming for what felt like eternity. When they finally leave your body completely, you aren't any thinner; in fact, your stomach looks even more swollen!

Coming down from cloud nine, you find the slime caressing you and your stomach, pressing gently to feel the marble sized orbs left behind. There were easily over a hundred, probably more. The cool floor feels refreshing as they leave one final kiss on your delicate lips.

"Thank you, princess. I hope you're okay with me calling you that.. if not, expelling the spawn will make you cum enough to forgive me," they chuckle. You have a lurking feeling they're right.

Slimes! This one - perhaps - more verbose than most. But you know, already, what it's like to be bred by these - is it any surprise how easily I end up pleading, desperate? And oh - was it worth it.

The complete consumption, being fucked like a toy, trapped in a skinsuit, like bliss - the weight, wobbling in my jiggly belly, every egg now visible through my thin stretched-skin - leaving me breathless and trembling, not just because of the white spots on my vision from how hard I came.

"Mmf." a low moan my only words, the gentle embrace on my swell absolutely blissful with how packed I was; even my tentacles limp and exhausted, spread out on the ground around me.

#also anon this was BEAUTIFULLY written #damn #breeding event #eggpreg #terato #slime fucking

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picturespurple-68 · 1 year

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This fic was written to fulfill a requested prompt from the Hetalia kink meme.

Summary: Alfred drugs and takes advantage of Ivan in his sleep.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warning: Noncon, somnophilia, victim blaming

Please don't read this if these warnings make you uncomfortable!

If you think about it, it was really Ivan's fault for ending up in this situation. He shouldn't have come to the party alone, he shouldn't have been a tease, rejecting Alfred's offer for a hook up, and he shouldn't have accepted that drink an hour later from the same man. But see, Ivan didn't watch out for these things and now he laid unconscious, in a random bedroom with a boisterous blonde straddling his waist and capping off a freshly used permanent marker.

Alfred looked down at the shirtless man with pride as he reread the words written across his skin. Above his soft chest 'squeeze me', just under the navel 'touch me', sat on his lower back 'fuck me', and the best part of all, across his stomach 'official property of the USA'.

This night was something he wanted to remember for a long time, even if Ivan didn't.

After snapping a lovely picture of his beautiful hand writing, Alfred shifted to sit between the Russian's spread legs and leaned down to kiss his lips.

'So soft...', everything about him was soft and squishy. As his hands moved to rub and squeeze at his chest like a high school boy, his tongue pushed past laxed lips to taste the booze from the last thing Alfred gave him to drink.

Something about having the older man at his mercy made an excited shiver run up his spine. Almost automatically, his hips began grinding down into Ivan's but the lack of stimulation quickly frustrated him. With no worry of the man waking up, Alfred almost ripped his underwear trying to get them off.

Flipping him onto his stomach, he placed a pillow under Ivan's hips to prop them up higher. Some quick lube spread around his fingers made it easy for a digit or two to slip in and punch a groan out of the sleeping man.

He was incredibly tight inside.

Ever so gently, Alfred prodded and pushed against his soft walls, stretching him open much too languidly for the current situation. To his pleasant surprise, Ivan's hips suddenly pushed back against his hand like the little slut needed more.

"You want it so badly huh?" His fingers pressed in harder with each word, "A. Liar. Like. You. Deserves. This."

Unexpectedly, a loud sob ripped from Ivan and Alfred froze in shock. He waited a minute, trying to gauge how awake the man was. But when no other reaction, aside from the clenching around his fingers, occurred, he breathed a relieved sigh and grinned Cheshire-like.

While it was nice to give him some pleasure, the throbbing in his jeans reminded him of his own, something that was clearly more important right now.

A haphazardly shoved down pair of pants and lubed up handjob later, Alfred found his dick pushing into Ivan with such little resistance it felt almost unreal. His body was so pliant and after a few slow pumps, he couldn't help but shakily take another picture of him speared halfway down his cock.

Even though Ivan was completely out, Alfred could see him gripping the bedsheets tightly. His mouth was slightly ajar with little gasps that quickly got louder when the one inside him started to move.

Euphoric. That was how good Alfred felt as he fucked the limp man like a dog in heat. All his stress and frustrations for Ivan were let out with every thrust and bruising grip he gave.

The need to mark his skin more than ever made him lean down to bite his shoulders several times over until a familiar metallic taste hit his tongue. Ivan spasmed beneath him but touching below he felt nothing except the thin slickness of precum coating his stomach.

"You and I needed this Vanya-ah! In the morning, you'll ge-get to see how pretty I made you...and I want you to thank me for it. Ngh fuck!"

Insides clenching around him like crazy, Ivan's body was unintentionally bringing Alfred to a fast end. God, just the thought of stuffing the unconscious man full made his knees weak, scratching that itch within his brain perfectly.

A loud moan, muffled against scarred skin, rang out from the American as he came inside his unwilling partner. With a few shakey thrusts to keep him plugged, Alfred let every feeling of pleasure wash over him. The waist under him tried to squirm for its own stimulation but stayed pinned until Alfred felt ready to pull out.

Sitting up, he could see all the bright red marks littering his back and sides, the smudged lettering on his lower back, and the white liquid dripping out of his hole, definitely another picture worthy moment.

Little struggling whines from Ivan made him chuckle, "Alright alright fine, since you asked..."

Digging his fingers into squishy skin, Alfred rolled the man over to his back and saw his red leaking cock just begging for touch. He was so wet, it was quite easy to stroke him hard without lube.

The only indication of Ivan's impending orgasm was the twitching of his stomach which quickly found itself covered in his own seed. He looked like he could barely get a breath in with how fast his chest was rising.

"That's my good boy, now open your mouth~" he quipped much too sweetly.

Phone in hand, a video currently rolled as Alfred scooped up some of the mess from his tummy to shove his coated fingers down his slightly parted lips. There was no reaction inside until Alfred coaxed his tongue into unconsciously licking his digits clean, almost like he couldn't help but enjoy his own cum sliding down his throat.

When the man's mouth went slack again, Alfred sat away to tuck himself back into his pants and pulled the bed's blanket over Ivan who immediately snuggled into its warmth. Alfred laughed at the sight, wishing he could join but knowing that when the morning comes Ivan won't be happy to see him.

Before Alfred slipped out of the room, he gave Ivan's forehead a chaste kiss and snapped one last pic of his peaceful self.

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Why am I so sore?

Ivan hadn't even opened his eyes but he was distinctly aware of an ache around his hips and shoulders. His mind tried to retrace his last steps from the night and all that he remembered was a shit-eating grin on Alfred's face.

Almost instantly, his brain was wide awake, sitting up to survey the mess beneath the blanket.

Dark blue bruises stood out intensely along pale skin. He could recognize dried cum on his inner thighs and torso and a sickening suspicion settled in his stomach. Blurry writing across his body made him run on weak legs to the bathroom to find any mirror.

A mixture of anger and humiliation was building inside when he could see the full extent of the markings.

"Этот ублюдок! Я собираюсь убить его!"

Throwing himself into the shower, Ivan didn't care if the hot water burned as he scrubbed his skin raw, he desperately needed to wash any trace of Alfred away.

He dried off fast and had to search around the room to find all his clothes, it felt especially wrong seeing his scarf folded so neatly on the room's drawers. Ivan's phone laid nearby and still had a charge which would've been great for him if only he didn't have several notifications blowing up all over the nations' group chat.

To his horror, Alfred had sent pictures of Ivan from last night with his head barely cropped out and a message, 'Had a great night! What about y'all?' There were mixed reactions, from those saying to keep this in a personal chat to others asking for the uncensored versions.

His face burned hotter than it's ever felt in his life.

The last notification was a single private message from Alfred, 'Lemme know when you're up for more! 😘'

Ivan then smashed his phone into the bedroom wall.

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Translation - "Этот ублюдок! Я собираюсь убить его!"/"That bastard! I'm going to kill him!"

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