#🐙writing

[haven-1307]

Simon with Independent and easily irritable reader who can’t sleep without him after an argument over something small and silly- but she would rather die then ever admit it.

She storms into the dark bedroom, arms crossed tightly over her chest and a scowl on her features.

Simon smirks in amusement, knowing exactly that this would be the outcome. She was too much of a cuddler to stay alway for long.

She tugs on the covers harshly, and for a second Simon is genuinely questioning whether she will tear the damn thing.

“Be quiet.” she hisses to him, getting under the covers and pulling them right up to her neck, laying as far away from him as possible with her back turned to him.

“This means nothing. I’m still pissed at you.” She storms.

“I know lovie.” Simon replies, not wanting her any more irritated then she is already.

He attempts to cuddle her but she swats him away with a grumpy exhale, Simon has to restrain himself not to chuckle at her. God she was adorable.

-

Unsurprisingly she wakes up wrapped tightly in Simons arms, his hold on her so tight she couldn’t escape. His soft breathing lulling her back to sleep.

Sleep for now, argument later. She thinks to herself, closing her eyes again as her head remains on Simons chest.

As usual, not proof read and unedited. Sorry for any mistakes.

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[s3rg34nt-sl9t]

Being pregnant, but with the young of your monster lover headcanons. <3

Werewolves can breed an average of 5 pups into you, so that’ll be a lot of kicking. Your breasts will naturally be swell up with ample milk for your pups, which is a natural change that some mates of werewolves aren’t prepared for. Also, be prepared to be knotted again and again throughout your pregnancy. There’s something about a pregnant mate that makes werewolves horny…

Tentacle monsters will deposit 50 to 100 eggs into you, but they’re usually small and jelly-like, so it’ll be easier when it comes to laying them. Your belly will slosh around with every step, and it’s common for a tentacle monster’s significant other to expel gelatinous material from their hole throughout the pregnancy. This is normal, as sometimes tentacle monster semen can’t escape the womb due to the eggs blocking the exit.

Dragon eggs are much harder to lay, unfortunately. They’re big, hard, and will hurt when being pushed out. It’s usually easier to have some sort of lubricant before laying dragon eggs (whether it be the knot of your dragon lover, or your own juices) Even then, however, they’ll tease you by crowning, only to drift back up into your womb. At least dragon mates usually only lay an average of 3 eggs…

Slime eggs commonly glow. You get to see you how they emit light out of your swollen belly, watching your bioluminescent young swirl around. Though gelatinous, they’re roughly the same size as dragon eggs and are linked together, so laying them can be mildly difficult. To help, slimes that have the ability to emit aphrodisiac pheromones will try to relax you, so that your walls can loosen up and push out the long chain of eggs. Roughly 10 to 15 eggs per pregnancy, though the numbers can increase depending on how many times your bred by your slime lover.

Minotaur/cow calves are huge. And I mean huge. Despite only averaging 1 calf each pregnancy, it feels like you have at least 10 inside of your womb. It’ll be almost impossible to sit up, let alone walk. And it doesn’t help that your breasts will be supple with sweet milk, weighing you down even more. It helps to be milked to get rid of that extra weight, though it’ll only provide a couple of days of relief before your breasts are ready for milking again. Birthing will be painful, but at least you were prepped a bit by a giant bull cock.

Any other thoughts? <3

#🐙 writes #nsft #nsft monsterfucker #nsft breeding #nsft pregnancy #nsft werewolf #nsft tentacles #nsft dragon #nsft slime #nsft minotaur

[thegnomelord]

Ahh I love the food thing that you got asked <3 food can have such a special place in our lives it's so precious

Ya think Hound develop concerning eating habits due to Makarov? Due to the whole stressful situation

I just want someone in the 141 to cook him a meal, filled with love and care, maybe Hound is in the kitchen watching them cook it for his own security.

I just want him to have a nice meal 😔

-🐙

I do feel like Hound would have some food hoarding habits or just distrust about eating something he didn't make himself. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten drugged through food...

But the 141 making food communally would be a fun idea lol so here's a quick brain fart :D :

You feel out of place. Well, you're always out of place, but you feel especially out of place sitting at the table while Soap and and Gaz busy themselves by the stove, Price humming to himself to the side as he gets the mugs to make tea. Ghost sits next to you grumbling under his breath, both of you in 'time-out' — you hadn't done anything (save for not being trusted around anything sharp), it's Ghost that had gone and microwaved beans in the can. Now Johnny swears up and down the microwave is possessed.

Your eyes flicker between Soap and Gaz, watching them cook you don't even know what. The only British 'cuisine' you know of is the cremated steaks Price would sometimes make you before. . . that. But nothing the two are making smells nearly as bad as the charred hockey pucks Price would feed you and Simon.

"Hey!" Your brought out of your thoughts in time to see Kyle swat away Price's hand with his spatula. "Don't you dare cap! I'm not about to get rained on because of your bad cooking." You hadn't considered Gaz could take charge, too soft in your eyes, but you're surprised by how tight of a ship he runs when he's by the stove.

"Alright, alright." Price huffs while Ghost lets out an amused huff. He's not quite laughing, but you can see the subtle tremor of his shoulders in silent laughter.

That gets Soap to point a spoon in Ghost's direction. "Oh yer one te fockin' giggle. Mr. 'ah cursed the damn microwave with me beans'."

"Sod off." Simon grunts, but there's no edge to his words. Soap tuts, but soon enough starts off rambling about something you're not quite able to follow along to when your eyes once again focus on where their arms are, how they move, paying especially close attention any time they rest them by their sides (even though realistically you doubt they'd try to drug the same food they'd eat).

You still tense when you feel Price's hand on your back, only now noticing that you'd started hunching your back, your shoulders raised closer to your ears. "You're alright, straighten your spine, sweetheart." His voice is calm, his hand warm as he applies gentle pressure on your back until you straighten back out. "There you go, good man." He rumbles, hand going up to ruffle your hair before he pulls away before his touch can turn into stinging pain to your skin.

You blink as a plate full of food is placed in front of you. The food smells good and doesn't look like it had been cremated, made with care you don't deserve. "I. . ." You don't know why but your throat feels clogged, like someone had poured hot tar into your mouth and forced you to swallow, the collar around your throat constricting your breathing even more.

Simon's shoulder bumps into yours, "If you don't eat that I will." The childish threat makes you breathe out a small laugh.

"Aye, the bastard's like Henry the hoover, he'll eat anything." Soap supplies as he sits down opposite of you with his own plate. Though you get the impression he's talking about himself when he stabs a sausage with a fork and almost inhales the entire thing.

"Mhm," You grunt, taking the fork. "I don't doubt it." You stab a piece of black pudding. It tastes earthy, but the small coppery tang of blood sizzles down your nerves, but fuck it tastes good.

"Look at that, is it good?" Kyle chuckles as he watches your facial features shift as you swallow the food, his own face that of pride like he already knows your answer, but you nod your head all the same.

#gnome correspondence #🐙anon #x reader #cod mw2 #male reader #trinkets from the hoard #captain john price #good dog fic #Hound-reader #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #this was pretty quick and I intend to do an extended version of this when i finally get around to writing the next chapter of Good Dog

[sluttywoozi]

em. u need to listen to me. we've all seen the recent gose and saw jeonghan and mingyu and ooooo jeonghan is THAT type of bf BUT!!!! we r all overlooking kim mingyu. mingyu who shoved his shoulder in annoyance. but mingyu who still held onto jeonghan's hand. mingyu who is a little annoyed or a little mad at you but still wants to remind you he loves you (pls write smthn like this if u can!!!)

-🐙

You're late. Again. For the fourth time this week.

That makes it the fourth time Mingyu has eaten dinner by himself and gone to bed alone. The fourth time he's had to fall asleep without your warmth next to him and your body curled up against his. Without the scent of your hair under his nose and his fingers tangled with yours. Without the person he loves most in the world by his side.

He understands that your work is important, knows that your office can't function without you, but is this deal really so pivotal that you have to be there all hours of the day?

He feels like it's been ages since he's sat across the dinner table from you and just talked, since he's gotten to be big spoon to your little as you watch a movie on the couch, since he's fallen asleep with you in his arms instead of on his mind.

And honestly, he's starting to feel a little annoyed about it.

Mingyu knows he's important to you too, knows you love him more than anything, but he's not feeling it lately.

.

It's nearing midnight when the alarm system beeps, jerking him out of a light slumber and letting him know you've finally made it home. He can hear your beleaguered steps echo throughout the apartment, noting that you skip the kitchen and dinner he'd left in the fridge for you to head straight to the bedroom.

Mingyu isn't proud of it, but he pretends to be asleep when you come in. He's not sure if you buy the act, but you brush a hand over his hair and drop a kiss to his forehead anyway before stripping your work clothes and taking a quick shower.

When you return to the bedroom, you just sit on the edge of the bed in your towel, making no moves to dry off or get dressed. It makes him peek an eye open to see if he can figure out what you're doing, and he feels the annoyance in his chest cool to a low simmer when he catches sight of you.

You look so small. Your shoulders are curved inward, your elbows on your knees and your head bowed, and the sigh you let out sounds so exhausted, it makes his heart clench.

He can be mad at you later. Right now, you need him.

So he slowly gets out of bed, knowing you feel the movement and not worrying about startling you as he kneels on the floor in front of you. Removing your hands from your face, Mingyu searches out your eyes and winces at the tears in them.

"S'wrong, baby?"

"I'm just so tired and I miss you and I'm sorry," you mumble, still avoiding his gaze.

He cups your cheeks with his palms, lightly smushing them together just to make you giggle, before assuring you, "You can rest now. I miss you too, but you'll be done soon, right?"

"Right. Tomorrow's the deadline," you cringe to yourself at those words, but shake your head, visibly clearing your mind. "And you're my boyfriend, and I love you, but I haven't really been acting like it lately, huh?"

"You're doing your best, baby."

"I promise I'll do better."

#🐙 anon you're so right #hannie was so boyf in that episode but so was mingyu #this was probably not as lighthearted as you wanted my b #✨emily answers✨ #✨emily writes✨ #seventeen fluff #mingyu fluff #kim mingyu fluff #svt fluff #svt drabbles #mingyu scenarios #mingyu angst #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagines #mingyu x y/n #mingyu #🐙 anon

[saetoshis]

the toxic ex! muzan on the dash today is just 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

like the thought of him ruining any chances of you moving on and even if you did (which is highly unlikely cause let’s be real dick too bomb) him just ruining that too

just him catching the slightest inkling you may have a date and him showing up at your apartment before to fuck you senseless. then when the poor person you were going to see calls to see where you are he makes you pick up the phone while balls deep inside you😮‍💨

-🐙

OT KY GOD THE WAY I HAVE SO MANY TOXIC EX MUZAN THIRSTS IN MY INBOX RN XRYINF😃IDEK WHAT TO SAY HELO IM LITETJAJY?:?;$3 IM GIGGLING ACTUALY FIGFLING N SMILINF AHFHWHF:??();

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, toxic ex!muzan, manipulation, degradation, [kinda] jealous sex, voyeurism (?) [your date calls you and listens to muzan fucking you], possessiveness, some dumbification, mention of creampie

it’s like muzan knows you like the back of his hand.

he’s held onto his spare key to your apartment for times like this, just so he can coincidentally show up right before you have a date. your adorable little gasp of surprise and hesitant response is warranted, of course, and all he wants to do is fuck you until that look of shock turns into one of sheer ecstasy.

“shh,” muzan puts his finger to your lips, slipping whatever outfit you had prepared for your date off of your keening body. his rasped tone shudders on your neck, “do you really think some random scumbag could possibly make you feel better than i do? mm, i don’t think so. only i know how to touch your body, fuck you just how you like it…”

you don’t even fully process his lips moving on yours, the sensual feeling lighting up every tip of your nerves as the familiar scent of his dark cologne fills your nose. it doesn’t take long until you find yourself splayed on your sheets beneath his brawny frame, thighs pushed open with his cock pressing into your cunt.

“feels good, doesn’t it? being touched like this by me again…” muzan’s words pervade through your mind like poison, and all you can do is chant out ‘yes’s as you whimper against his lips. each rut of his cock sends shivers up your spine, the filthy sound of unrelenting brash smacks making your head hazy. “that’s it… there you go, feel it all for me. you know i’m the only one for you…”

muzan can’t stand the idea of another man having and taking what’s his - and now he realizes he has to absolutely ruin you again and again until he’s the only person you can ever think of.

the more that his anger simmers in his chest, the rougher his wet thrusts get as his fingers dig into your skin hard enough to leave marks. his hand reaching up to grasp your neck, his lips parting to leave splotches of crimson on your skin - every filthy word and unforgiving stroke is completely possessed with obsessive jealousy.

“tell me who’s making you feel good right now, hm?” muzan mutters out between a pearled sneer, eyes sharp and biting as they admire your drooling, pitifully fucked-out state. his ruts burgeon in speed at your cute little whimpers of his name, and he knows he’s about to fuck you until that’s the only thing you can remember.

but when your phone vibrates on the mattress with another man’s name splayed on the screen, he has nothing but filthy ideas to take advantage of this opportunity.

“answer it. unless you want me to,” muzan leers out the words in a panted rasp, watching your shaky fingers press the ‘accept’ button before bringing it to your ear.

"h-hey," you murmur into the microphone, teeth catching your bottom lip as muzan's cock presses so far into your cunt that you swear it's touching your stomach. all you can hear is filthy smacks and your date complaining and whining about how you haven't shown up yet.

"put it on speaker," muzan sneers as his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, cock twitching with every time your walls tighten around him. he knows your body well enough to know that you're right on the verge, and the slick suddenly burgeoning around his shaft is enough of a clue.

a snapping tone of 'where the hell are you? why are you blowing me off?' resounds through the speaker, and you’re sure he can hear wet slaps with the bed squeaking in tandem through his end of the call. ‘wait- hold on, what’s that sound?’

muzan’s thumb shifts to rub harsh circles into your clit, the buzzing sensation sending you reeling into ecstasy as you cum practically on command. you’re shaking and whimpering, walls tightening around him as cock-drunken babbles of his name spill from your mouth.

“that’s the sound of your date cumming all over me… isn’t that right, pretty thing?“ muzan smirks devilishly at your chanted slews of ‘yes, yes!’ it only takes a few seconds until the man on the phone hangs up the call in a blind rage, and muzan’s back to focusing on making you absolutely addicted to him all over again.

“you can give me a few more of those, can’t you?” muzan mutters against your lips, breathing in your gasped whines and incomprehensible begs as he ruts into your now-sensitive cunt. “i’m not done until you show me how pretty a little slut like you looks with a pussy stuffed full of my cum…”

“i’m not done until i hear you say you’re mine again.”

2022 MUZANS.

tagging: @cherrykamado @aveegrex @divilyn

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[bitchgray]

I Dream Of You

You've met a wonderful man...now you just need the help of a certain dealmaker to keep him. And luckily, he knows just what he might want from you.

Word Count: 7K

Dividers both by cafekitsune.

Tags: afab but gn!reader (reader's described as having breasts and wearing a two-piece swimsuit, and is mentioned as being able to carry children), established relationship, roleplay (Azul pretends to be a manipulative asshole for fun, sport, and sexual gratification on both your parts), dubcon (as part of the aforementioned scene), tentacles (so many fuckin tentacles he's an octomer what do you expect), I take liberties with guessing mer anatomy, oral (sort of? He sticks his fingers and one of the aforementioned tentacles in your mouth), breeding kink, praise, petnames (pretty thing, darling, pearl), creampie

Author's Note: I'd call this Kinktober but I don't think I'll write more, so I'm just uhhh....stuffing as many kinks as I can into this and calling it a day.

You wished the sound of the waves were soothing to you. The feeling of the cool water lapping at your feet, the salt in the air, the heat of the sun on your skin. You wished any of it could be soothing to you.

As of this moment, though, more than anything, they were reminders. Forcing you to keep your resolve or be left on your own. And that, more than anything…you knew you couldn’t manage.

The potion you held in a stoppered glass vial would work marvelously, you had no doubts for that, all that would be left…is to simply drink it.

All you could do was take a slow breath of the stinging, salty air, and muster what little courage you could have.

With hands that were steadier than the way you felt, you undid the stopper of the bottle and knocked back the potion—it felt ice-cold on your tongue, making you cough when you finally swallowed all of it.

You looked briefly back at the abandoned, rocky shore, doubts swirling in your mind.

And you took slow, measured steps into the waves, letting the water consume you.

You knew how to find where you needed to go. Beneath the waves you were able to breathe just as easily as you could above, and your body was resistant to the pressure, your eyes were adapting faster to the light dimming from the surface. Even the cold wasn’t clinging as easily, your body adapting to more and more as you slowly walked your way to the cave where you knew you’d be able to get what you wanted.

“Hello?” An odd thing, the way your voice reverberated underwater, but your newly-sharpened gaze caught on to a flutter of movement deeper into the cave. Your brow furrowed—you knew you had the right place, so was it as simple as no one being here at the moment?

You hesitated at the entrance once more, but wandered in all the same.

You came to the conclusion by the sight of the space someone else clearly lived here—or at least it wasn’t uninhabited for very long at a given time. Small collections of bottles, tinctures sat in clear view on a table. A large tome, some glimmering collection of metal ores and precious stones sat in clear view.

Your curiosity was rather good at getting the better of you—you didn’t notice the way a shadow from the deeper part of the cavern reached out behind you, many-limbed and wanting.

You shrieked in surprise as it did, as suddenly you were yanked back from the table, from the light, into the entryway into a deeper part of the cave, and a hand sealed itself over your mouth, muffling your surprised, frightened struggle against the arm that held you tight against a bare chest, that pinned your arms to you with surprising strength.

“Shhh little human.”

The voice was lilting, warm, even, as it tried to soothe you—as warm as his touch and the appendages that you knew even in the dark to be tentacles from how they felt, weaving around you in cautious but eager motions, suckers fluttering over the soft of your skin.

You squeaked behind his hand as one of those tentacles suddenly wormed its way up your inner thigh, and you squeezed your legs shut, trapping it in place, your heart pounding in a way that decidedly didn’t get soothed any by his laughter, by the way his tentacles now worked with a stronger want to feel every inch of your skin in a way that made you squirm, only at first in resistance.

“What’s such a pretty thing like you coming wandering into my home?” he hummed, idly, as though he’d forgotten that you can’t answer him with his hand over your mouth, leaving you to fight back a smile as his tentacles hit sensitive flesh, and fighting further to stifle your laughter and failing. “Are you h—” he paused, suddenly, his seductive question cut short and you knew you’d been caught, your grin beneath his hand growing as he freed your mouth. You were still trying to restrain yourself when he asked, incensed, “Are you laughing?”

“You’re the one tickling me!” you accused, giggling while you spoke—and as another one of his tentacles curled covetously over your collarbone to tease at the the tie of your swim top, you jolted. Another peal of laughter graced him from you while he shook his head, all amusement.

“You really are just the most sensitive creature alive,” he hummed, willing his body to pause in its exploration of you, but pressing affectionate kisses to your throat, your jaw, your cheek.

“You can’t judge me for it, Azul,” you played up the way you were whining, wriggling in his grasp, pouting. “I’m helpless, can’t you tell? It’s unfair.”

“Oh so now you want to play your role,” he hummed, a soft huff of laughter on his breath. “And you were the one saying you had difficulty getting immersed.” His faux petulance pulled another little stream of giggles, leading you to nuzzle a little more towards him, which he couldn’t help but smile at, pecking your lips before he asked, “Done being ticklish?”

“Only if you’re done tickling me,” you replied, and his hand slid back up to your cheek, turning you to look towards him, to let him run his thumb over your lips.

It felt strange, to see the way his expression morphed, trying to play into the role of the one who takes from others, the one who gets what he craves, hiding under myriad disguises his role as one who simmers in his wants when it comes to you.

“Such a sweet little thing, mm? Do all humans wander as much as you do?”

“I—I was curious.” It was funny—suddenly you did feel rather small. Something in his words, his tone, the way he was curled up all around you, touching you, clinging to you, covering as much as he could—it was a novel experience, feeling small, but it wasn’t a bad one by far, at least not with him.

Still, though, his displeasure, written plain on his face, made your heart twist—your excuse wasn’t good enough, clearly.

“And your curiosity lead you to intrude on my home.”

“I—I didn’t—”

“Surely you don’t believe me to be so stupid, do you?” he hummed, arching an eyebrow. “You’re not the first human to come here for one.”

“F-for—”

“A deal.”

All his tentacles pulsed around you at the word, drawing a gasp as they began moving again, some of the larger suckers now beginning to catch onto your skin as they held you still.

You drew in a sharp breath, feeling them begin to work marks onto you, flushing as you suddenly feel very much like prey in his grasp.

And for a moment, you stood just like that, trying to restrain the way you shivered at the movement of his tentacles, the intensity of his pretty blue gaze, the movement of his thumb over your lips, tried so very hard to settle back into the role you were playing, hold back on your want to kiss him. Only for him to suddenly pull away, releasing you from his grasp, save for one, solitary tentacle winding up your forearm. With a firm insistence, he dragged you through the water, further into the darkness of his home. Eventually, he stopped, your eyes adjusting enough to the lack of light to see that he had settled himself onto a worn-away hollow of rock, one that looked almost like a throne when he settled onto it. He pulled you over another couple steps, to allow you to settle onto another, smaller stone seat.

All the while, that tentacle remained curved on your arm like a shackle, trapping you before him as king when he asked, “You came here for a reason. I’m not so cruel as to turn you out for simply surprising me. So tell me what you want, and perhaps I can help you.”

Your heart pounded. It wasn’t a request, you knew that from the way the tentacle was wound around you. You were trapped by this point. Your gaze turned back to the light drifting lazily from the rest of the world in the main cavern, but you were anchored in your seat in the dark with him.

He could feel your pulse from where it was wrapped around your wrist, you knew it from how the sucker was fluttering over it, this close to trying to worry another mark onto your skin. He was smirking at you, waiting for you.

“There’s…there’s a man on the surface.” Your eyes flicked over to find him staring back at you, amusement written all over his face, an eyebrow arched, “He’s wonderful, and everything I could ever hope to love, but I know he doesn’t…I know he doesn’t see me. Not—not like that at least. I made a mistake in how I approached him at first and it—it colored everything wrong. I—I was hoping you would be able to help me get him to—to look at me.”

He hummed, tilting his head, considering you, your story—you could feel the way his gaze landed on you, making you squirm well before you met his eye. “You’ve exhausted every other option before coming to me, I assume?”

“I tried.”

“Well, he sounds like a waste of a man if he can’t—”

“No!” Your vehemence surprised him, but you stuck to it, looking down at your hands, “He’s—he’s smart, and he’s beautiful, and he’s so passionate about so much it makes me smile just to think of him, it…” You trail off, softening your voice, warming it when you meet his eye to murmur, “He means everything to me.”

It has the result you wanted. Even in the dim light, you could watch the splash of color paint his cheeks when he suddenly pieced together that you were talking about him. The slip doesn’t last, though it does make you have to stifle a giggle when he cleared his throat before saying, “Regardless, if the fool can’t even look at such a prize as you and see you, well. Is he even worth the trouble?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I had my doubts,” you answered, easily, and he hummed.

“Very well, then. I suppose if you’re so certain, then there needn’t be any hesitation on my part, either. So—in terms of payment for services to be rendered—”

“I have—”

He raised a hand, cutting you off. “I have no interest in any valuables—and I’m certain you could ascertain by now that I have no interest in surface dweller’s money. What I’m interested in is a service of your own.”

The confusion that fluttered over your expression seemed to please him. “What…service?” If it was something to be done down here, surely he has any number of merfolk as customers—did he need something from the surface?

The question brought a smile to his face, languid, relaxed, and a few more of his tentacles, eager in their intentions, began seeking where you sat, curling idly at your ankles, up your shins. “You see, I’ve always had some rather specific curiosities regarding humans, curiosities I believe you can provide an answer for.”

“You want…information?” The trade confused you, it seemed like such a light cost.

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” The answer would have come as far less confusing were it not for the way his touch squeezed at your limbs, covetously. “But what better way to learn than hands-on? What better way to satisfy one’s wants than to simply…touch?”

Your face dropped in realization. “Y-you mean…”

“In exchange for the adoration of your beloved on the surface, tonight, you’ll offer your body to me until I am entirely satisfied,” he murmured, his lips quirked as his eyes dragged over you. “In both my curiosity and in my…other wants.”

“Oth—oh.” You knew you were flushed at the implication, and he was grinning, playing his wicked role eagerly.

“Such a small price to pay, surely? After all, I have every intention of ensuring you enjoy it, too. And your lover, he would never have to know.”

You paused, trying to wrack your brain for anything else you could do, but he had laid his terms out plainly—if you wanted his help, he wouldn’t accept anything other than this, and you had no room to bargain.

In a flourish, he produced a piece of parchment and a pen for you. On it, written in a practiced hand, were the terms of your agreement, laid out plainly, in the same wording as before.

(You spotted the slight shake in his handwriting in an instant—he must have drafted this well before you’d come here for this, had he been excited at the time? As excited as you felt right now, having to stifle your smile?)

All you needed to do was sign…

But you paused before pen hit paper, and he sighed—you knew in an instant that he spotted your indecision. “It seems you’re hesitant after all.” Before you could blink, the contract was back in his possession, well out of reach as he wandered away towards some alcove deeper in his home. “I suppose you’ll simply have to wait for your clueless lover to finally piece his wits together—if he even does that. Such a shame.”

“W-wait!”

He paused, eyes tracing languidly back over towards you, over his shoulder, eyebrows raised gracefully. You clenched your jaw—he knew he had you, hook, line, and sinker.

Still—you didn’t have another choice.

“You’ll—you’ll listen to me if I tell you to stop?”

His eyes softened, no small shimmer of mercy from the one who just moments prior negotiated the price of your body. “Of course. I promise.” The words held weight, coming from him.

“And—you won’t hurt me?”

“I have no interest in hurting you. Quite the opposite.”

“…Give me the pen.”

And he was back in an instant by your side, contract detailing your deal opened to show its entirety. With one arm around you, he offered a pen, the other the paper.

Your eyes flitted over the words on the page once more as you slowly lifted the pen, and you, finding it to your satisfaction, signed your name.

And his smile only grew. “Thank you for your patronage.” As the contract was stolen away by one of his tentacles, the pen by the other, he took your hand in his to press his lips to your skin, leaving you shivering as he trailed his lips up. Only when he reached your shoulder did he murmur, “I believe I’ll be taking my payment now.”

He was on you in an instant again, a mirror to how he pulled you tight against him when he first saw you wandering about his home aimlessly, only this time, his hand had decided to busy itself to pulling at your clothes, untying things in a rush, all pretenses gone in favor of hunger in his touch. His tentacles were no less wanting, pulling at you, leaving more red marks up your legs and over your stomach as your shorts were shucked down and top untied and unwound from your body by his wanting hands, leaving you dizzy in the sudden way you were laid bare for him.

“Wait—,” your words choked in sensitivity as a tentacle traced over your collarbone, but to his credit, it took little more than that and a moment to process for him to pause, to give you the second it took you to draw in a shaky breath, look away and murmur, “P-please be gentle?”

He blinked, surprised by the request, but his scheming belied something warmer when he murmured, “As gentle as you like, pretty thing.” His hand caressed your cheek gently, guiding you to look back towards him—letting his lips meet yours.

His words and his actions felt separated, the way he kissed you every inch of that hunger that his stilled limbs no longer betrayed—you almost wanted to laugh, the role all but abandoned in favor of finally having what he wanted. You would have laughed were you not responding just as eagerly.

When finally he pulled away, your eyes fluttered as you leaned closer to him, leaned in for more, only to gasp when one of his tentacles made sudden, unapologetic contact with your inner thigh again. Only this time, the way your legs were already trapped made it impossible for you to shut them against the touch, only shiver as he trailed teasingly closer to his prize. His arm around you, trapping your arms tight against your body, left you helpless despite your struggling against him.

He could feel how your pulse raced when he pressed his lips to the skin of your throat, feel the way your head tilted to give him more access to trail kisses, to nip when his tentacle finally made contact with you, gliding smoothly up and down your heated core.

Your lips pressed tight together, muffling your whimper at your throat.

His response was immediate—his teeth sinking into your shoulder in warning, releasing that noise. He kissed the injury softly when his teeth released you, leaving you shivering in his hold, trying to press your hips closer to his touch. It was clear that he just wanted you to showcase every sound you make, to refuse to hide from him—just what he liked.

In spite of your own inability to do so without embarrassment melting you far too quickly into someone who wants to, needs to hide.

But the issue was, of course, that he offered you no way to hide. You were trapped, exposed for him—you were the focus of every one of his senses in the hopes of teasing you to the point of getting you shaking for him, exactly how you were.

So all your best intentions to mute the sounds of your enjoyment to him while he was focused on tormenting you were laid to waste the moment he made contact with your clit, leading you to gasp—and leading him to react, far too quick for you to counter in any way before two of his fingers were in your mouth, keeping it, keeping you open for him.

You whined at the sudden exposure, the realization you wouldn’t be able to hide half as easily anymore, and he, the picture of affection despite the debauched nature of what he was doing to you, pressed myriad kisses to your hair, your burning cheeks, your throat, while his tentacle kept swirling around your clit. The slow, measured pace which at first felt like too much on the little bud, slowly became too little—not nearly enough for you to be pushed anything closer to what you already felt yourself aching for.

You ran your tongue over his fingers, dipping between them for a tease, and you felt him shudder, the suckers that were on your body fluttering with the motion, before some few began to start focusing on leaving their marks.

You were going to have constellations of his touch left behind when he was done with you, stars for him to plot with only slightly apologetic kisses afterwards. But you couldn’t even care—not yet, at least. No, for the moment, you were too busy trying to aid that slippery tentacle over your clit, increase its lazy, idle pace. Another of his tentacles wound up your body, curling over one of your breasts to squeeze at you, playing with your nipple—you tried to arch more into his touch and his arm around your waist suddenly tightened, pinning you right back against him.

You whined pathetically against his fingers, and he couldn’t help but coo his sympathies in response, “Poor thing, is even this too much for you?” knowing full well the way you would wriggle, struggling to try and free your mouth enough to say every needy thing you were thinking, begging for.

It’s not enough. Please, more.

But his fingers stayed stubbornly rooted in your mouth, playing in the slick of your saliva, pinning your tongue into place much the same way he had pinned the rest of your body into place against him. Frustrating as he was, as his chuckles were, his touch was laden with affection, pressing kisses to your cheeks, your ear, your throat, his suckers dotting hungrily over your skin. Denying you any answer that might prompt him to pity, to offering you relief.

You knew you were shaking when one of his tentacles finally reached up to your core to start playing in your slick—you knew that you were wriggling your hips towards his touch, in spite of the way his strength pinned you back to him. You couldn’t help the soft, pleading noises leaving you, couldn’t help the way you struggled against his grip for more, couldn’t help listening to your body’s desperation.

You sucked in a breath when the tip of his tentacle dipped into you, freezing, hoping to coax him further into you.

Whether it was pity or him giving into temptation, he eased his way into you slowly, squeezing his way in through your slick, finally filling you.

All at once, the physical relief of simply that struck, feeling the way his tentacle moved inside you to better hit your sensitive spots, and you went lax, the way you writhed before reduced to placid shivering against him—a fact which left him pleased, if the way his lips curled at your shoulder was any indication.

“Yes…such a sweet thing,” he practically purred as you let him have his way, his steady pace over your clit, the new sensation of his tentacle lazily curling inside you, widening you, stroking incessantly over the sensitive spot inside you.

You whimpered and he hummed, softly, curling his limbs further around you, squeezing you like a breath, layering suckers over your nipples to taste your skin, and leaving you completely and utterly aware of but one thing—him. His touch, his voice, his teasing, him filling you up, playing with your clit in a way that shot sparks of pleasure up your spine.

You wanted to call his name, you wanted to kiss him.

You wished you could beg for him, but all you could do was lean into his lips when they touched your cheek, pouting, trying to catch his eye to plead for more..

Slowly, as he moved in and out of you, as he laved his touch over your clit, you could feel tension beginning to return to your body, winding you tighter and hotter, a coil in your belly you couldn’t ignore.

Couldn’t ignore, certainly, but couldn’t do much anything about, with how firmly he was holding you still.

You settled for whining against his fingers again, trying to writhe as he held you tighter, trying to moan, “More,” around his fingers, squeezing around the tentacle inside you.

And that he seemed to enjoy, you squeezing around him spurring new movement, a shaky noise against your skin as a moment of tension seemed to squeeze through him, too—betraying the simple fact that he was far more affected than his controlled motions seemed to suggest.

Still, though, you were beholden to his pace—beholden to the way he wanted to stretch every motion, every moment out. You were his, after all, were you not? His to play with, now that your name sat on that contract, promising him your body to explore, to tease, to fuck until satisfied.

You would have your pleasure. But this was about his enjoyment of it far more than your own experience.

And he was so enjoying your desperate, indistinct pleads.

Enjoying himself enough that before too long, you felt something new suddenly touching your skin, slapping hot and slick against your back with a low, pleased hum from Azul. His cock had finally worked itself free from his sheath, and was free to writhe against your lower back for some friction he sought out, too, subconsciously, his hips working to try and provide it.

The feeling made you shudder and clench around him, your eyes squeezing shut to block from your sight the vision of his smugness, his teasing.

“I suppose this is your first…encounter of this variety with my kind?” He didn’t wait for you to respond before continuing, “Cum for me, pretty thing, and you’ll get to have every inch of me, just like you want, mm?”

And like that his pace increased, over your clit, pistoning into you, pushing right up against your sweet spot.

You had no choice but to scream, to wail around his fingers’ best attempts to muffle you, though even those best attempts were withdrawn, letting you try and fail to muffle yourself.

He didn’t let you thrash too much against him, strong enough, content enough to pin you to him and hush you, soothingly. He enjoyed it, you knew, when you whined, when you tried to break free of his strength, when your head lolled to the side to let his lips take their fill of your skin.

He enjoyed the sounds you made all the more when he didn’t pull away after your orgasm settled and every touch became pleasure bordering on pain.

“A—ah—Azul it’s too much!”

The slight slip of your role in your desperation to be able to breathe again under the building wave of pleasure you were drowning in wasn’t met with acknowledgement, he was too busy grinning at the way you struggled against him, kissing at the tears that gathered, hot and sweet on your lashes.

You sobbed in your relief when he finally eased up, that tension disappearing, melting you against him as you shuddered through the remaining aftershocks.

Softly, you recognized the way he murmured, “So good,” against your skin.

For a time, this was all—simply him holding you, floating idly through the water as your head lolled back onto his shoulder, your eyes trying to flutter open.

His cock wriggling at your back, hungry for your attention.

“Azul.” Your whine of his name couldn’t keep him from humming out a soft laugh as he broke character, shifted his arm around you to let you lift your hand to card through his hair. It was calming to you, and a brief reminder, amid the broken character of just how easily he bent to your whims in the most adorable way.

You tugged him closer to nuzzle against his cheek, and he relished it, leaning into your affections like an anemone tugged by the force of the waves, rushing into your pull without thought or question.

At least, for a time, before he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and extricated your errant hand from his hair, pressing a kiss to your wrist before wrapping you back up in him.

“You’ve been so good for me,” he hummed, his eyes lidded, his grin regaining a touch of an edge, like a knife, like a promise. “You’ll have me, now.”

He shifted, repositioning you with his strength a little further up, giving his cock room to slip beneath you, wriggling eagerly against the sensitive skin of your heat. You flinched, and his lips were on your temple in an instant to murmur those same, soothing hushing sounds.

In time, you relaxed, drawing in shaky, excited breaths as his cock slowly began to push into you, the spade-shaped tip catching your breath as it slipped its way inside you.

“So good,” he murmured again, though his voice had grown taut in his restraint, in how cautiously he entered you, wanting to keep from causing any undue discomfort. You whined, wriggling in his grasp as best you could to tempt him further into you, his touch making you realize how empty you felt.

When at last he bottomed out, you breathed a sigh of relief, even as you tried to not twitch, squirming at the way his cock still moved inside you, instinct bidding it to seek more friction.

You squeezed around him and he gasped, softly—your own instincts pushing you now to press your lips to his heated skin, his jaw, his cheeks, his lips when finally he turned enough to let you and he melted.

You moaned, freely against his lips, as even just this, even just kissing seemed to send his cock writhing inside you for stimulation. Still, though, you tried to pin your focus on him—the way he melted even without you being able to touch him, even with every chance for him to turn the tables, have you weak, pliant against him, he let you have this. He wanted this, and you wanted to provide, you wanted to distract him from his chosen role.

Of course, he wouldn’t let himself be for long—wouldn’t let you tear his control of this, of you from his eager fingers for very long, grabbing your cheeks to pull your lips from his.

You pouted, whining your displeasure while your eyes fluttered open. He was panting for breath, but his limbs, shifting like the tides, curled covetously around you once more when he murmured, “You really are so sweet to me. Such a perfect little prize, aren’t you?”

One more, chaste kiss to your lips before he tilted your head back—and through the slight opening he negotiated of your jaw, one of his tentacles took advantage, prising your jaw open further and pushing its careful, slow way into your throat.

Vaguely, the taste of your own slick registered on your tongue, and you realized that this was the tentacle he had stuffed into you moments ago, and that knowledge had you clenching on his cock again as his tentacle began to move, thrusting in and out of your mouth, toying with your tongue. You whined—for want of kissing, for embarrassment, for need, it didn’t matter, the sound was torn from your throat regardless, and Azul soaked it in gladly, pressing kisses to the corner of your eye, hot with tears, to your cheek, hot with want, to your throat, your shoulder, each dotted with a gentle little, “Perfect,” possessive and pleased.

Your tongue traced over one of the suckers on the tentacle in your mouth and he shivered, his cock pulsing inside you. And just like that he began moving, sinking deeper into you, curling into you harder to feel the way you squeezed around him. And when that wasn’t enough, in his mind, his fingers which had been previously in your mouth moved down to your clit—you squealed around the tentacle in your mouth, but it just pushed further into you in careful measure—leaving you shaking in your effort to break free, though you had no results for how he held fast to you, not letting you escape the pleasure he was subjecting you to.

From the years you had been with him, you knew the signs that he was trying to hide, knew that he was closer to cumming than he hoped to be, weak in equal measure for you, and to how long he had been waiting to indulge himself in your body.

You tried to sink into the illusion he was hoping to put on, wriggling in his hold to keep him content with capturing you again and again, softly punishing each slight with further touch—a harsh squeeze to your breast, his pace over your clit intensified, the pace of his cock inside you slowing, a bite to your shoulder. Any of it, all of it combined to make you whine, moan, sob. All of it pushing you closer to your own orgasm once more.

“You were made for me, weren’t you?” The question was too hungry to be idle, to sound as teasing as he hoped—it was like he was licking his lips with just the thought. “So pretty, so soft, so wonderful.” He hummed, pressing another kiss to the crux of your shoulder and throat to feel you shiver in his arms. “Temptation has never looked so sweet as it looks on you. You were made for me to fill, you—” his fingers sped up over your clit and he sucked in a breath, released on a soft moan as you squeezed around him—and the thought occurred to him, “You were made to carry my babies, weren’t you?”

He moaned again, though the sound was equal parts pleasure and faux mourning, trailing off into a chuckle. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to let you go after this,” he hummed, the lightness of his voice a direct contrast to the heavy, wanting way his tentacles and arms clung to you, filling you, making it so all you could feel was him. “You started this for wanting a man on the shore, but surely he could never make you feel this good, mm? Ignoring you as he has? And you promised that you’d satisfy me—perhaps I’ll never be satisfied with you. Perhaps I’ll—” the same image sparked in his mind that choked his voice off into a moan, his cock pulsing in you before he finished, “Perhaps I’ll keep you here forever, fill you with my cum, keep you all to myself.” The idea had you whining—tightening around him in a way that made him moan, but not lose any of his pride in the way you melted for him. “You like that, do you?” he asked, and you tried to squirm away, or at least give some response, but his limbs held you in place, and the tentacle in your mouth seemed stubborn to steal all responses past weak whimpers. “What a treasure you are, so sweet. That fool on the surface has no idea what he’s missing.” Tears beaded in the corner of your eyes again for him to kiss as he purred out, “Are you close, darling?” Desperately, you nodded, moaning around his tentacle, a sound that choked out as it delved deeper into your throat. “Would you like me to make you cum?” You tried again, and the noise drawn from you as his tentacle began to pull back was nothing short of raw need. Infuriatingly he was still so composed.

His touch retreated from your clit and you thrashed, his tentacle pulling out from your mouth, letting you plead, incoherently, “Please please please please fuck—pleaseletmecum.” You couldn’t free your arms from his grasp, couldn’t touch yourself—you were at his mercy to touch your clit and draw you over the edge.

You stopped struggling when you heard him moan, and saw, over your shoulder, him sucking on his fingers, savoring your taste—you felt him pulse inside you and you knew he was so close.

You whimpered at the sight, the sensations, and he opened his eyes, letting his fingers slip out teasingly before his hand caressed your cheek, saliva still hot on your skin while his hand kept your gaze pinned on him.

“What would you give me if I did?” his voice was heady when he spoke and you let yourself get drunk on it.

“Anything.”

He grinned, and it was like his eyes glowed, knowing he had you cornered. “Such a shame I couldn’t get that on paper…another time, perhaps.”

Part of you, terrified that he meant your orgasm would be delayed, forced you to take a breath, to try and plead your case, to beg for him—only for all that air to be choked still as you felt the tentacle previously in your mouth, still hot and slick with your saliva, make contact with your clit.

That glee lit up his expression again when he murmured, “Cum for me.”

It barely took any movement on his part over your core for him to send you over the edge, all but screaming at the sensation.

Your core squeezed around him, and his body squeezed back, leaving mark after mark over your legs, your chest, your stomach, everywhere he had layered his touch.

Now, though, his hips began to work, holding you in place providing the best possible leverage for him to thrust into you, sink you further onto him while he worked over your clit.

You didn’t even try to fight the overwhelmed sensation of your body sinking to his every demand despite the way you thrashed. You didn’t tell him when you began to get overstimulated, you wanted to feel that little sharp sensation of too much while he chased his own pleasure. You wanted him, and he gave himself to you fully, a curse abbreviated by his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder, hoping to contain his moans.

Spurts of heat slowly began to fill you as his cock twitched hard, jolting inside you as he fell into his pleasure. You squeezed around him instinctively in response and he gasped, all his limbs curling a little tighter, a little closer.

It ended on that moment, the short, magical scene you had written for yourself. It was done, and he was curled around you, shivering, clinging for a comforting spell where it was simply you and him, floating from the endorphins. It was another short moment before he felt himself enough to begin dragging you both towards the soft alcove serving as his bed, still inside you while turned you around, guided you to lay on him, to stay close to him as his tentacles reached out, still active enough to tidy up as much as possible. Tucking your discarded swimsuit close-by for you when you needed to get dressed, grabbing at the faux contract to remember to dispose of it later.

And then all his focus was on you as you flinched when his cock slipped out of you, returning to its internal sheath. “Are you alright?” You hummed an affirmative, drawing closer to him, lifting your arms up to wrap around him, wanting to get your fill of finally being able to touch him, to cling to him, as opposed to being clung to, sinking into the warmth of his skin.

His hand traced up and down your spine slowly. “My pearl, so sweet to me.”

“I’ll bite you,” you mumbled, flustered at the praise even with your face half-buried in his chest—it just meant you could feel the way his laughter buzzed through him. “Now that you’re not in my throat.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” you replied, easily. “If I need a few cough drops tomorrow I’ll take ‘em.” You grinned, slyly, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. “Worth it.”

Now it was his turn to shy away from your flirting. “If you need a few cough drops tomorrow I’ll see if I can make something better for you.”

“For a price?” you teased at him for the role he played, the role he still plays for all of creation but you and a select few others.

“For you, nothing at all…though perhaps a few more kisses.” You smiled, starting on your debt, kissing over his chest affectionately as his hand reached up to where he stowed away the prop contract, far from anything actually bound to his magic, looking over it again idly and barked out a laugh. “You actually signed your name.”

Your eyes flicked up from your business kissing at his skin. “Mm-hm.”

“You know I could have made this an actual contract. What would you have done then?”

Your eyebrow quirked at the dare in his voice. “Oh no, you’d have to promise to make yourself love me in exchange for wild sex, whatever would you do?” you laughed. “I did read it over, love, I know better than to just sign something, even if it is a scene with you.”

His eyes warmed with a flash that looked almost like pride before one of his tentacles curled around your calf, his fingers beginning to trace idle, meandering circles up the skin of your back. “I believe the worry is more for you, dearest—you signed a document with your real name, therefore, you promised to stay here until you satisfy me fully.”

The teasing in his tone wasn’t missed—you imagined he expected you to flush at the implication, at the imagining of a long night spent with you wrapped up in him, his touch everywhere, overwhelming you in the best possible way.

He seemed to underestimate how much you wanted that.

You slowly curled yourself up onto shaky hands and knees to crawl a step or two up before you settled onto his lap, throwing your arms over his shoulders before you pouted, “Are you not satisfied?” You tried not to smirk at the way color once again flooded his cheeks after a moment of processing your question, at the way his brain stalled having you so close yet again. His hands found their place on your hips out of instinct, his tentacles beginning to curl their own way over your body again as you leaned down, tracing your nose over his throat, prompting him to tilt his head to the side, exposing more of himself. “Do you want more, Azul?” A kiss on his jaw, another on his pulse to feel the way it fluttered, you let yourself be pulled back slightly as one of his tentacles wrapped around you, coiling around your torso, up between your breasts, over your collarbone, his suckers fluttering over you, tasting you, marking you again. You let him recover for a spare moment, lifting the end of his tentacle to press a soft kiss to it.

You opened your eyes to see his pinned to you. “You are…” he trailed off on a laugh, reaching up to trace a hand over your throat up to your cheek for you to lean into. “You are a temptation.”

“Is that a nicer way of saying I’m a menace?”

“No. It’s entirely separate.” You laughed, and he lit up, reaching to pull you down again as his touch layered over your body, intent on holding you close while he kissed you—soft, warm, all the love in his eyes just for you.

And all his attention content to be pinned on you for a little while longer.

#azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #cw tentacles #tw dubcon #this is smut #🐙-🪙 #bitch-gray-writing

[moonys-chaos]

Normalize not seeing the chars you're writing as romantic (nor queerplatonic) but still writing in romantic aspects because your brain functions like that

#moonys chaos #I want to do romantiv things with my friends in a playonic way #so what's better than writing it with my fave chars instead ? #-🐙🌙

[cloudcountry]

i'm noticing that when people request things and i write it for them, sometimes the people i write for dont reblog or give me any feedback. ^^ its starting to get a bit irritating when i take the time to write something and i just get a like from the person. the twst fandom has been talking about this since forever but literally the least you can do is reblog. seriously.

#im thinking about not taking requests ever anymore honestly #like i have ideas floating around in my brain #why should i write something for someone else when they dont even appreciate it #i wanted to finish the 1.8k event but i dont even think i'll be able to do that #its a shame the twst community turned out this way #and even just writing in general gahhh #like i love writing but its becoming such a chore #anyways my mutuals can request stuff but im getting fed up #its also been hurting my feelings a bit. #i actually had this happen DURING the 1.8k event too #i wrote stuff for moots and couldnt wait to see their reactions and then they just liked #it felt like a slap in the face #idk man i just want to enjoy things again that would be nice #ikepri and ikevamp fandom here i come i hope ygys are more receptive!! #🐙! auburn's rambles <3

[haven-1307]

18+ MDNI.

Pregnancy sex with Simon Riley, oh my god.

This man would be beyond gentle, controlling the pace, depth and rhythm the whole time, disregarding how horny you might be. He probably wouldn’t give you the whole thing (this man is packing.) but a good few inches and more then enough orgasms.

This man’s fingers work during pregnancy, finding your sweet spot and letting you drip all down his fingers and hands, then making you clean them up with that bratty mouth of yours, swirling them around your tongue and hollowing your cheeks for him.

His hand wrapped around his cock as he pumps load after load onto your stomach, refusing to give into what you want - him inside of you.

And his tongue, Once he starts he doesn’t stop until he’s had his fill. kissing, sucking, biting at your thighs. he’s worshiping you.

But - once that baby’s born and your given the all clear to have sex again this man is everywhere on you. He’s fucking you on everything till you can’t remember your own name.

And when only a few weeks later you have yet another positive pregnancy test, don’t be too surprised.

unedited and not proof read cause who has time for that?

#🐙writing #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley cod #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #cod simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley drabble #simon ghost x you #simon riley call of duty #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon riley drabbles #ghost #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #call of duty #ghost riley #call of duty x you #ghost modern warfare 2 #ghost x reader #mw2 ghost

[s3rg34nt-sl9t]

Y’all ever think about how adorable it is when a pussy flutters.

Like, when you’ve got someone on their hands and knees, back arched and ass up so you can get a good view at their cute and wet cunt, and their pussy lips are trying so desperately ro clench around something. Anything. Inviting whoever — or whatever — around them to fill them up, to finally make them feel whole.

Yeah. Couple that with it dripping — practically crying for something to fill it — I could literally watch that for hours. So delicious. <3

#🐙 writes #nsft #nsft breeding #nsft t4t #nsft femme #nsft dommy mommy

[dicktat]

Have we considered black sclera for our volatiles boy??? Please please please we need more terrifying mutation traits

#dying light #dying light 2 #aiden caldwell #sorry quick sketch it’s fucking hideous #🐙 dl art #I can write you a whole essay on why black sclera is hot as fuck

[nighttimeaboardthepearl]

characters who usually appear dominant and intimidating on the outside/in public but are super gentle with their partner or even enjoy being submissive for them in private 🤝 characters who appear calm and shy in public but enjoy showing their more dominant side to their partner only

#this applies to many of my self ships but I think most specifically to Selina x Heinz and maybe Selena x Davy #I can't help it this kind of dynamic is my jam😩 #I love to look at some evil old man and be like 'what if he let his wife take charge in the bedroom though?' #although Selina would still be a soft dom because tbh I'm not really into extreme power dynamics (in reality even less than in fiction) #same applies if the roles are reversed (because both is good😌 and I don't want to pick a side) #also in pretty much all of my self ships they're both into praise/worship as well #so them dominating each other would be more in a gentle and teasing way #this is probably all too much information but oh well- #f/o: 🚂 #f/o: 🐙 #self ship #self insert x canon #fictional other #self ship imagine #character dynamics #self ship writing #suggestive #nsft #my writing

[saetoshis]

[‹ @youronlygirl-riri ›] thinking about pervy cult leader douma who was absolutely SHAMELESS about it. asking you to do dirty lewd things like stripping in front of him no matter who else was around and convincing you that it was for *your* good

HE'S SO NASTY! [‹ kickoff request event ›]

[‹ WITH ›] cult leader!douma!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, cult activity, perv!douma, manipulation/corruption, mention of sex toys, heavy exhibitionism, cockwarming, he fucks you in front of his followers, creampie

douma couldn't possibly ask for more - having an adorable girl blindly follow his every word, so gullible and easy to corrupt rotten was enough of a toy for him.

he has a slew of schemes planned out in his head, and he'll put those filthy sequences in action whenever he feels the need to stir up trouble. he'll coax you into his room and tell you that only the "most loyal followers" get to play with him in there, and that you should be grateful!

douma might even buy some toys or vibrators and tell you that if you "endure this test", you'll be proven as the "highest level" of devotee - which doesn't even exist, but your pretty head fell for it.

but during one meeting, he decides to take it to a whole new step - maybe he was just getting a little cocky since he's been getting away with such perverted things for so long, but he was sure you'd blindly follow his commands in a heartbeat.

and that's exactly what happens.

douma spews random bullshit on stage at the crowd of followers before him, hands waving wildly as you're bent over the podium, pussy stuffed with his cock just out of sight of the group of people - but they were all so brainwashed that they likely wouldn't even question it.

each tiny grind of his hips forces his cock further inside of you, every languid drag along your walls prompting your body to shudder up against him. you choke back whimpers, pawing at the wooden surface to seek some kind of stability as his hips start to rock against your ass.

those slow strokes suddenly turn into brash, wet smacks, his fingers digging into your waist as he fucks you up against the podium. it's impossible to hold back the filthy sounds that every rut of his cock draws out of you, the lewd noises echoing through the meeting hall and prompting some confusion among the crowd.

"oh, her? don't worry," douma speaks out innocently, a feigned little grin plastered on his lips as one hand pushes your chest down onto the wooden podium. "she's just so devoted that she's moaning in ecstasy every time i speak! you all should really try to follow her example."

his cock never fails to hit into the hilt of your cunt, sensitive jolts of pleasure driving through your gut as he fucks you harder. you're practically babbling and thanking him again and again, singing your praises and how you couldn't possibly deserve something as pleasurable as this - it's so cute, douma thinks as a sneer creeps onto his face.

"almost there... i'll fill you up really nice, i promise! take all of it, won't you? for me?" douma grins out cheekily, words dripping with condescendence as his cock twitches inside of you. a hitched moan leaves his lips as he bottoms out, ribbons of cum spilling inside of you and leaking out along his shaft.

"congratulations! you're even smarter and wiser now!" douma relishes in the gratitude you spew back at him through your drooling lips, his mind already plotting a way he can corrupt and ruin you even more next time.

2022 MUZANS.

tagging: @killsaki

#WAHHHADJ #god bless octo nonnie !! #[‹ 🐙 : nonnie ›] #[‹ he's so nasty! event ›] #[‹ moshi : writes ›] #[‹ douma! ›] #douma x reader #douma smut #kny smut #kny x reader #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #cw exhibitionism #cw manipulation #cw corruption #cw breeding

[thegnomelord]

GNOME YOU ASSHOLE (I say as if I didn't go out of my way to read it instead of just ignoring it)

THE STORY IS SO GOOD BUT???? My heart is as braked as shit bro like there is no salvaging this.

Like usually personally when I come across angst I like to think of a way where they could still have a somewhat happy/hopeful ending

I'm tearing my hair out trying to think of one

I'm gonna go bald

-🐙

XD

I'm in a good mood from traumatizing all of y'all so in an attempt to save your hair: there is one good outcome — Price becomes an Eldrich creature too.

I kinda implied that the reader wasn't always what they are now, once they were just an animal that escaped death's sight and grew to become an Eldrich abomination by eating other souls. With Price's body now guarded by Reader and his soul claimed by them, he would basically end up consuming souls passively/without noticing and in a couple millennia wake up as an infant god.

And that Reader might come to collect the rest of his boys when they die too to do the same since they're his hoard and reader wants to protect what remains of him.

Whether the existence as an Eldrich monstrosity is better than death itself is up for question.

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #🐙anon #idk these were just my thoughts while writing the ficlet #as i too like more of a bittersweet ending than straight up 'they died sucks to suck' ending

[enchantedchocolatebars]

👑 💖 Tuna Tiara 🐟 💟

Edit here.

As Luka unlocked her door and entered her home, a fond smile was on her lips.

Her friends had taken her to a local ice cream shop, and she was treated to a strawberry sundae by them because it was her birthday.

Strawberry was always her favorite flavor, and knowing that they paid attention to that detail made her heart warm.

Their care was something she relished.

Upon closing her door, she saw her octopus counterpart waiting for her with a smile, holding a pink present wrapped perfectly in her tentacles.

This caused Luka to gasp in genuine surprise, lifting a hand up to her mouth.

"T-Tako-chan!" she exclaims. "Is that..." She points at herself. "For me?"

Tako Luka beams buoyantly before nodding, holding the present up for Luka to take.

Doing so, Luka peels the tape off the wrapping paper and reveals a tiara... made entirely of mini TUNA FISH, her favorite kind of fish.

The fact that they were dead didn't detract from their cuteness!

The tiara is placed on Luka's head with pride, tears of joy brimming in her eyes.

So much love and effort was put into this present.

"Aw, Tako-chan," she said, her voice wavering with emotion as she scooped her little octo buddy up, wrapping her in the most gentle of hugs.

"This is so sweet!" she happily cried.

"Thank you." Luka then proceeds to place a kiss on Tako Luka's forehead.

#(tako luka is baby) #(and best mini vocaloid) #(period) #(💓 🐙 💓 🐙) #(LATE LUKA BIRTHDAY GIFT) #anime #vocaloid #luka megurine #vocaloid luka #tako luka #fanfic #fanfics #fanficiton #fanfictions #writing #my writing

[kand1-p1xelz]

Me waiting patiently for some wiggly x reader fics, knowing damn well I could make some myself but I'm lazy.

#please write some fics I'm begging you #starkid productions #starkid #wiggog y'wrath #wiggly #nerdy prudes must die #black friday #npmd #team starkid #starkid black friday #starkid nerdy prudes must die #starkid npmd #🐙💚