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bisexual-horror-fan · 10 months

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Okay I saw you want more submits talking about pure filth so I had an idea.

I honestly feel like Ethan Landry would be like seriously into pussy worship. Like he’d want to go down on you all of the fucking time but like in a very submissive way? I’m talking him on his knees while your stood up with your hands in his hair, pulling his face into your pussy and fully grinding all over his face. He’ll do it till he can’t fucking breathe anymore with tears literally rolling down his face but he just can’t get enough of it and he’d 100 percent cum just from eating you out without you even needing to touch him.

Just popped into my mind and who best to share this idea with than the smut queen?

Smut queen eh? How sweet are you!

For real, you got inside my head Anon so fuck it. You get to have a piece. This is what I am talking about, requests are closed but if you send in something that sparks the inspo then my brain will RUN with it! Ethan has a mouth made for eating pussy, those lips are built to cradle clit I swear to God. I did this all in one go, so let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.4K. Ethan Landry X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Ethan Is A Needy Slut. Begging. Eating Out. Pussy Worship. Praise. Dirty Talk. Crying. Grinding. Face fucking. Premature Ejaculation. Ethan Creams His Jeans Hands Free.

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Pay Your Respects.

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You don’t think you have ever met a guy as needy as Ethan Landry, hell you aren’t sure there is any man you haven’t met who could top him in that regard. He wants, he pines, he craves and he begs so fucking prettily, just like he is right now. He was going to come over and you knew he would be there soon, you thought you had enough time for a shower, you miscalculated, which meant that he came over before you could, still wrapped in your robe before you could clean up. You let him in and as soon as the door closed he was on you, poor thing couldn’t hold back, needed to kiss you by way of greeting.

It makes you laugh against his mouth, saying a playful and amused, “Hey there-”, between kisses. He returned the greeting, far more out of breath than you were, “Hi.”

It had been all of two days since you saw each other but he was acting like it was a month apart. You returned his affection, pressing nearer, arms wrapped around his neck, leaning up, fervent presses of your mouths together, teases of tongue before you break it, pull away and ask, “How are you?”

“M’ fine.” It was a lie. He looks so upset that you weren’t still kissing him, a look akin to a kicked puppy, sad eyes and a pout that could break almost anyone's heart, make whomever want to give him whatever he wanted to put a smile back on his face. He has something in mind, the short clipped answers and his overall body language communicating that. You asked, “You don’t wanna talk?”

A shake of his head and you hum, “Hmm what could you want,-” His hands are on your waist and your fingers toy with the soft curls at the base of his neck, “-what could you want…”

He had been holding eye contact with you the whole time you stopped kissing him but now he breaks it, eyes dropping down, a brief flick that you catch. Corners of your lips quirk up and you let him go, your hands slide down and you start to open your robe, you ask quietly, “Have you eaten?”

“No.” He responds quickly, his eyes watching every single move of your fingers, watching you untie the belt, pull aside plush pastel fabric, enjoying every single inch of skin that is revealed to him.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starved.” He admits, voice clearly strained and you grin at how needy he is just seeing your body partially exposed.

“Get on your knees.”

He drops down so quickly that you are sure it hurts his knees. You slip off the robe, let it pool around your feet and his hands are on your hips, he is dipping his head and moving so fast and you tell him, “Wait!”

He suppresses a whine, big brown eyes staring up at you, positively pleading and you lead him, commanding, “Slow down.”

Doing as directed he takes it slower, leans in, moving lower, his hand slides down your hip, over your ass, under your thigh he pulls, giving him more access to you. Lips meet near your knee and he starts to kiss up your inner thigh, looking up at you the entire time, gauging your reaction, waiting, hoping that you will give him the go ahead. "Please?"

"Please what?" You ask and he asks again, "Please let me eat you out? Let me make you cum. I'm dying, I need it-"

You let him squirm, wait until he is literally doing so, lips so close to where he wants and where you do too, when you finally say, “Go ahead.”

His mouth latches onto you so fucking fast.

You abandoned shame in regards to him eating you out before you can shower a long time ago. He seemed to love it much more that way, the reaction he has to the natural smell of you is as if he gets high on it, the taste of you better than any meal. That first swipe of his tongue through your folds he moans loudly, pornographic, desperate. Your leg ends up over his shoulder, your fingers buried in his hair as he settles in, finds his rhythm, he is so fucking good at this. He wants nothing more than to please you, to worship you, show all of the reverence a human being can solely with his tongue buried in your cunt.

A roll of your hips, grinding against his face, you pull on his hair, hard, he groans as you yank him nearer, bringing him closer. He loves to tongue fuck you and his enthusiasm makes you love it too, him trying to get himself as deep as he can in you while you grind your engorged clit against his nose, the pleasure spikes with every push of your hips and flex of his tongue. Your head falls back as you moan his name and his head is swimming, he is painfully hard in his jeans, aching, trying to keep breathing but he wants to please you more. You fucking his face like this makes it no easy task but he doesn’t care, he just wants you to cum on his face, it’s more important than air.

He feels how you pulse on his tongue, getting wetter, leaking down his chin, you shiver, tugging on his hair, panting and moans getting louder and louder. He feels light headed, he isn’t giving up, he works harder, he takes your direction further. You lead him, jerking his head up by his hair, he sucks your clit deeply and he can tell you are nearly there, close to cumming in front of the door of your apartment.

“Ethan, fuck, such a good boy, m’ so-so close. Don’t stop!” You rush it out on a single exhale, you gasp after that, back starting to arch and he knows, it is almost like he can feel it, feel your impending orgasm, as if it is giving him pleasure too, his tied to yours.

Bucking his own hips as he sucks and licks. It hurts, he needs to get his pants open but he is helping support you, he can’t let you fall or lose your orgasm, not after all this hard work, he just can’t, it’s unthinkable. He is grinding against the seam of his jeans and the zipper, it hurts but the stimulation even if it is painful, it isn’t all hurt, the undercurrent of pleasure and pressure, the sounds you make, your taste and you being so near to your end does it.

He overflows in more ways than one.

He cries, tears spill down his cheeks from his own release happening in his pants, overstimulating, achy and unsatisfying as well as the lack of air. The load is impressive, his underwear feels uncomfortably plastered to his skin but he doesn’t think of any of that. He is focused on you, the fact that you are now cumming on his tongue at the tail end of his own ruined orgasm. You are panting out his name and he wishes he could have that on a tape to listen to on repeat. He loves how you say his name as you draw out every ounce of your climax on his tongue.

You finally, finally come down, your hips stop, you aren’t grinding now, no longer fucking his face, sucking down a deep breath trying to regain some composure. He gasps for air and it makes you look down at him for the first time in several minutes, his face is soaked. Slick, drool, tears, lips parted, hair a wreck, he looks blissed out and totally happy, the definition of pussy drunk.

“Awe my poor little crybaby.” You say fondly around a laugh, light, musical, your leg comes down off his shoulder, confident you can stand on your own legs safely, “You okay honey?”

He nods, your hand slips from his hair and goes down his face, you cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, half smile on his face as he noses against your palm. Your thumb swipes over his bottom lip before you tilt his chin up, “You did amazing, you want your turn now?”

His eyes had closed in contentment from you touching him but upon you saying that they fly back open, “Uhh, no, no I’m okay-”

He shifts and you notice he looks uncomfortable and that is when you catch the wet spot on his jeans. You could tease him, you could be mean, instead you offer, “You wanna join me in the shower?”

Ethan jumps at the chance. He doesn’t know what he will change into after the shower but getting to help you clean up and the prospect that maybe he can go back down for seconds makes any other thought impossible.

#Ethan Landry x reader #slasher x reader #BHF asks #BHF writing #WELP #Didn't mean to do this BUT #It is what it is #I got this out quick so my apologies if it isn't perfect I hope you still love it tho Anon #I got a bunch of WIPs on the go and then I do THIS instead of finishing any of those.#Amazing #Good job me

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ratqu33n · 4 months

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they're just..... best friends...... the only best friends…

#riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #fantasy high #d20 #lily remember fabian has a fucking eyepatch challenge #it's too late now anyways #i was too busy being emo about them #also not to toot my own horn #but riz looks fucking adorable here #good job me #ratqu33n4rt

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lets-try-some-writing · 3 months

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Do the Jasper Trio ever catch any of the other Autobots in their holoforms? I assume they’d be able to quickly tell it’s them after finding out about Mr. Pax being Optimus. They’d be able to connect some of the weird behavior Mr. Pax had to the other Autobot holoforms (aka not breathing, not eating, not blinking)

They have, and every single time it's like a cryptid sighting.

Previous part here.

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The children were distantly aware of the fact that all the bots had holoforms and used them every now and then, but it wasn't exactly at the forefront of their minds all the time. They had better things to do than stare at strangers when around town on the off chance it would be one of the bots. But of course, much like with Optimus, they located the bots in their holoforms after a while.

Ratchet was the first bot they noticed and it was only by pure accident. June had gotten sick with a nasty cold and since Jack had to go to school, the nurse had asked Ratchet to go pick up some medicine for her. Ratchet, ever the dutiful doctor, took the money June gave him and sauntered over to the local pharmacy in his usual disguise. But not breathing or blinking tends to be a dead giveaway when combined with bright orange and white hair. The kids were walking by chatting away when suddenly Rafael stopped and stared. A hushed conversation later, Ratchet found himself swarmed.

"Ratchet is that you!?"

"Children, you should be back at base by now."

"You actually use your holoform??!"

"Why else would I have it if not to use it?"

Ratchet drove the kids to base after his little outing. Since that day he has known no peace now that the kids are well aware he can leave base, he just doesn't like to. He has been asked to take them to the playground or other locations more times than he cares to count. Unfortunately for Miko and Jack though, Rafael is far more adept at noticing holoforms than them. Despite their pleading, he refuses to tell them anything about the incidents where he met other bots in their holoforms one on one.

Arcee doesn't usually go out except on the odd night she travels around the cities of America doing vigilante business. But every now and then she will go with Bee to his gaming events just to observe. This in turn has led Rafael to run into and notice the duo dozens of times, usually just as they are about to leave. Once they know they have been spotted, Bee and Arcee have made it a game to vanish before Rafael can get to them. He finds it infuriating, they find it funny to watch him try to get to them as they parkour out the nearest window for the dramatics of it and because of how it amuses the children. They always drive him home afterwards in order to make it up to him.

Bulkhead was spotted by Jack one evening when he was on his way back from work on one of the few days Arcee couldn't come get him. Bulkhead was having a drink, or at least pretending to drink, with a few of his human construction worker friends. He was laughing and stood out starkly amongst the group. Jack hadn't been paying too much attention, but the big build, the strong jaw, and the ever so slightly glowing eyes had him pausing. He'd seen enough of Optimus's holoform to know the tell tale signs. And so having a ridiculous amount of confidence in his assumption, Jack waved to Bulkhead after tapping on the window. Bulkhead in turn waved back and it is now tradition for them to greet each other on the odd chance they pass by one another in the wild.

Wheeljack isn't around often, but his fanclub is very active. Miko sniffed out their Wrecker habits and creed immediately and has hounded them relentlessly in order to keep a lookout for Wheeljack's holoform. They think she is just a very enthusiastic Wheeljack fan. She is, but her main reason for being there is to get a picture of Wheeljack's holoform for her scrapbook. She has half the team in there already, but Wheeljack is a difficult one to track. Thus far she has only managed to get blurred images of him in large part due to the Wrecker knowing her game. She has continued to attempt to do increasingly bizarre things to hopefully get a sneaky photo.

The children firmly believed Ultra Magnus didn't have a holoform. They were proven wrong when he walked directly into school to pick them up after they got caught in a few too many incidents. At first they didn't recognize him, but the lack of breathing, blinking, or any natural twitching gave him away quickly. As they sat waiting to be released, they began to smile more than ever as soon as the glow of his eyes was noted. The poor mech was pestered the entire way to base as he drove the children back. Since then, whenever he comes to school to help Optimus with anything, he is greeted by a fond nickname.

"Magnus is in the house!"

"That's Ultra Magnus to you Miko."

"Who the heck names their kid Ultra?"

Smokescreen took a lot longer to be spotted, but when it happened, it was by far the most startling. Due to his tendency to mess with his holoform's appearance and to indulge in parkour, he usually isn't around or at least visible. But once while the kids were walking home, Smokescreen decided to tail them on the rooftops of the nearby buildings. His big mistake? He jumped directly into a wall while not paying enough attention and fell at least twenty feet to the ground. The kids of course saw and hurried over to assist or at least call 911. But instead they watched Smokescreen stand up, shoot them a set of finger guns, and take off up the building like spider man.

It wasn't hard to figure out it was him. He was mocked ruthlessly for crashing as soon as the kids got back to base.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #wheeljack #ultra magnus #smokescreen #holoforms #humanformers #kind of #yaaay I got some writing done #good job me

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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MobPsycho100 handbag

Handpainted with posca pens. I love the end product, especially the hand

#mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #kageyama shigeo #mp100 mob #mp100 fanart #Mp100 fanwork #mob psycho 100 fanart #Mp100 merch #Diy merch #Purse painting #Not gonna lie I fucking love it #good job me

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xx-sketchy-xx · 9 months

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Kay now I need to color it lol.. guys, I’m trying. I will finish this xD

#wally darling #welcome home art #wally #welcome home wally #turning cerulean au #turning red au #welcome home au #panda #i am not an animator #but I’m gonna try and do it #Maybe someday lol #But for now I’m just gonna do small animations #Plus all I have is procreate #But you know lol #You know what #im proud of myself #Good job me #you can do this #and it’s digital

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eldritchcircus · 10 months

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It's an autobiographical poem that's also House of Leaves fanart :3

I've never made anything like this before, I hope you guys like it!

#twine game #twine interactive fiction #my art #my writing #fanart #fanfic #house of leaves #johnny truant #theseus #the minotaur #NGL I would like to try making some other stuff with twine too #also sigh now i do legitimately want to draw a minotaur for like monsterfucker reasons #good job me

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escapeaddict · 3 months

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Do you have any headcanons about the Hood-Badwolf family?

I got you *cracks knuckles*

this will get long so

the physical affection between Red and Badwolf is limited even in private and/or in front of their own daughters, as they are incredibly paranoid about getting caught, and they only truly relax when they're alone in their bedroom with the door locked and the curtains drawn (but then they cuddle. like. a lot.) but there's always a part of them that feels like they're doing something wrong

idk what canon says about this, but Ramona and Cerise are definitely (fraternal) twins, and Ramona's technically a few hours older, but legally Cerise is several days older because Badwolf waited to register "his" daughter to avoid suspicion

they selected which kid was going to who based off resemblance, which as newborns basically meant eye color (Ramona has golden brown similar to her father, and Cerise has blue like her mother, albeit with a golden ring around the pupil)

the parent who didn't get custody of a specific child was the one to choose that child's name

Granny (Red's grandmother) was the only person "in the know" and helped deliver her great-grandkids, but has since passed away

Red's mother (future Granny) started the rumor that the Huntsman was Cerise's father (because of how secretive her daughter was being, she assumed that the actual truth involved an irresponsible Charming)

the burgundy in Ramona's hair is dyed as to distract from its similarity to Cerise's

a headcanon of mine is that all animal shifters have animal ears in their human form (like Bunny), and so both sisters have a wolf form

until Raven rebelled, the sisters were resigned to their destiny and Ramona always felt incredibly guilty for her part in the story, but she never showed it, instead pushing Red and Cerise away

in contrast, Cerise's relationship with her father was always a close one, and they'd go running together in wolf form in the most deserted parts of the Dark Forest

Ramona acted out a lot during her first semester at Ever After High due to the pressure of Legacy Day even if hers was a year away, and was sent to Fairytale Reform School for the rest of her first year

although Ramona was more free to be herself, she actually felt suffocated by her wolf identity and was envious of her sister for having that part of her as a secret and not something others judged her for

Ramona is pan, Cerise is demi, and Red and Badwolf are bi4bi

Ramona gets irrationally angry at the rebels at first because she feels like her years of struggling with accepting her destiny were meaningless, and that her distance from her mother and sister was her fault for being gullible

after legacy is abolished they definitely "come out" to the public as a family

canon's design is boring, I think Badwolf dresses like an alternative slut(affectionate) especially when Red's going to see him (ripped jeans, sheer shirts, crop tops, v-necks, fishnets, lots of jewelry, so many piercings) in spite of the people who judge him for it (as a buff dude with a "manly" destiny people expect him to be more rugged and wild), but he does despise skirts and make up for sensory reasons

they all have severe ADHD

Badwolf secretly finds his job as a General Villainy teacher very amusing, as he gets to witness a lot of teenage dramatics and amateur sabotage (he definitely gossips about it with his wife)

Red's main income is actually from a remote high tech job, but she still runs a bakery because she enjoys it

the Mad Hatter is a family friend and visits a lot (this is your reminder that canonically Red and Badwolf were married in Wonderland by either the White Rabbit or the Mad Hatter, I don't remember which, but they were both definitely at the wedding, and the couple lived there for a period of time before feeling the need to return to their Setting)

#ajshsfjldgj I got an ask!!#I never really thought about them before but now that I have I'm going to have to incorporate this into my fics #also I now have the urge to draw Badwolf #good job me #ever after high #big bad wolf #red riding hood #ramona badwolf #cerise hood

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homemadefantasy · 9 months

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Glamour and Smoke

Summary: Cardan's point of view of the night before he exiled Jude.

As I lie in bed, I hold her body close to me as if she will soon vanish. I notice the very moment her fidgeting stills and her breathing grows deeper, more even. In the stillness left in the wake of our impromptu marriage, in the wake of the land’s celebration of sending thousands of tiny flowers to bloom just as the embers of my heart have, in the heat and ecstasy of her presence, I bask.

And I know. I know she only married me for the alliance. For the power. For all the logical and logistical reasons I listed aloud, and for none of the unspoken reasons I harbor in my heart. I know that she feels nothing for me and that this particular concession only grants me her tolerance. For how long, I know not.

This line I tread is dangerous, I know. I am willingly placing myself in closer proximity to the only person that can ever hurt me, giving her every advantage over me. I have given her a clear shot at my heart, as if she needed such a position and such an advantage in order to break it.

But, as she lies next to me, I allow myself to pretend. And when I lean in to press my lips to hers, because I am selfish and weak and unable to help myself, she kisses me back. And as I pull her to my side, she leans into me. And, at the great risk of all that I am and all I could ever hope to be, I allow myself to believe, just for a moment, that she might belong to me just as absolutely as I belong to her.

I cling to her, and I do not let go.

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Hi, so, this one was super short, thanks for noticing. I had this one written for a while, but I never posted it because I wanted to add more to it. However, I couldn't decide exactly how I wanted to do that because the wedding scene was really long and mostly dialogue, so I didn't feel like I would be able to add a whole lot of Cardan's point of view when it was mostly dialogue, and so it would have just ended up being a super long fic with mostly not my own writing.

But anyway, I currently have two half-finished fics (that are actually longer than this, I promise). One is Taryn's point of view of when Cardan came tearing into Vivi's apartment after Jude is captured, and the other is Cardan's point of view of when Jude tells him he's out of her system. Which one should I finish first?

#the me blabbing is longer than the fic itself #good job me #does anyone actually read these #cardan x jude #jude x cardan #jurdan #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #the folk of the air #the wicked king #tfota

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