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lasciviouspoison · 9 months
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had to write this concept before i forgot it, lol. tw: toji! x chubby!reader, reader is mentioned to be bratty and submissive, use of pet names (mama, sugar, baby), breeding!, reader being cock drunk and toji is pussy drunk like a mf. per usual, i write with black women/woc in mind but all are welcome to read and enjoy. love ya!
toji fucks his pretty chubby bunny like there’s no tomorrow every. single. time.
now of course it took the two of you a bit of time to get comfortable with each other. and by the two of you, i mean you. at first, you were apprehensive to toji seeing you in a bra, much less completely nude!
but after a couple of months, the two of you grew to love each other and your guard completely crumbled to the ground. finally allowing toji to see you, whenever he wanted, however he wanted.
hence why now, it doesn’t matter the occasion, time, or place, when he can fuck you. but just how many times he can get u to cum before he does.
and right now, in your shared candle lit bedroom, he’s at a record number of three…
“jesus fucking christ baby, love it when you lemme fuck ya like this” toji says in between thrusts. there’s sweat beading at his hair line, causing his raven black hair to dampen ever so slightly.
mindless babbles and cries leave your lips as a response, causing him to chuckle and stroke you at a painfully slow pace.
“c’mon baby, talk ta me. lemme know how good i make ya feel.” he’s in your ear, but it feels like his voice is traveling all over you. at this point, you’re so delirious, it feels like he’s talking from inside your head.
“toji y’feel s’good. wanna do this f’rever” you say with a heavy tongue, glossy lips, and tears streaming down your face. if you’d have seen yourself right now, you would’ve ran away from him, but toji can only think to himself how beautiful you look right now.
beautiful hair splayed over the pillows in such a perfect way. your sleepy eyes looking up through those beautiful eye lashes. the perfect nose and full lips. silver jewelry all tangled from the movements, but he doesn’t care. how could he care when your body, that perfect and pliant body, is on display for him? so soft and pretty. smelling of vanilla, you’re like his own piece of heaven. one that he gets to build up and tear down each time you let him.
it’s why each time you let him fuck, he does it like he wants to put you through the mattress.
“forever huh? maybe you should quit that stupid job like i told ya. stay at home and sit pretty for me while i take care of ya. would ya like that mama? tell me sugar.” he’s baiting you, but you’re too cock drunk to care.
“yessss! yesyesyesyes! i’ll quit, i’ll do wha’ever toji jus please don’t stop” your eyes are crossing and your toes are curling. it’s quite shocking how toji can turn such a bratty girl like you into such a submissive and mailable mess.
but he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“‘kay baby. i won’t stop. not gonna till i fill ‘er up. make ya a mama. oh! yer lil pussy must reallyyy like that idea, she tightened up on me, hehe” he says. but his strokes are getting sloppier by the second, so you know he’s close too.
without a second thought, toji sticks his thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck on it. he pulls it out with a ‘pop’ and rubs tiny circles on your clit. it makes your legs shake while you attempt to close them despite toji’s body being in the way.
he grabs your face with his other hand and kisses you deeply, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before entering your mouth. at this point, the two of you are moaning and whining into each others mouths like some horny teens.
it’s amazing how your neighbors haven’t complained about the noise yet.
toji removes his mouth from yours and buries his head in your neck, “gonna cum baby. want it inside?” his voice is gravely and his thrusts are getting harder by the second.
“yes toji! wan’ it inside me!” you manage to whine out.
didn’t have to tell him twice, “okay baby, g’nna give it to ya- ah- fuck! there ya go baby. there ya fuckin go. take it all”. he’s cumming so hard that his jaw locked, forcing him to talk through his teeth. his hands pry your legs open as far as they can go, trying to savor as much of you as he can before the sensitivity kills him.
you can feel the warmth from his cum shoot deep into you, which triggers your fourth orgasm of the night. the two of you are mindlessly grinding against each other while riding out your highs. toji making note to not drop his full weight onto you, but hold you close, which results in you being elevated slightly off the bed.
soon after, you can feel toji set you down gently and lay on top of you. hes stroking your hair and wiping your tears away until he hears you let out a loud breath.
“ya back with me mama?” voice laced with concern.
“m’okay now toji.” you say with a slightly shakey voice. your hand comes up to brush some of his hair out from in front of his eyes.
toji sits back on his knees, still inside you, and examines your face and upper body for any signs of him being too rough.
“was scared i hurt ya. i know i can get a lil too rough at times” he says while rubbing your boobs gently.
you let out a small laugh and adjust yourself on the bed, causing your hips to move back slightly on toji’s dick. he tries not to hiss at the feeling but his brain has turned to mush again and now all he can think about is how good you smell. “you’re never too rough toji. i’d tell you if you were”. you say with such a sweet and gentle smile, meanwhile toji feels like a fucking rabid animal.
and suddenly, he’s laying on top of you again, kissing and sucking on your neck. his hands have moved back down to your thighs where they’ve begun to push your legs back.
his head knocks into your jaw and he licks the side of your mouth. his body is burning hot and he’s running low on stamina, but he can’t help himself.
“good. cause m’still hard”.
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cupcakeinat0r · 1 month
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I know it’s gotten bad when I think abt Miguel doin the sidewalk thing to me n stuffing his enormous hand into my booty pocket……the thought alone gets me dizzy 😵‍💫 ……..
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sugarpasteltmnt · 3 months
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Hi Hello!
The recent chapter for The Neon Void had me dying again (as every chapter does /pos) and since I had to photograph some sketchbook pages for a school assignment, I decided to show you some sketches I did of your boy! Your son! The danger himself:
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Excuse the random deer and some canon Donnies on the side (too lazy to crop lol) but YEAH! hope you enjoy crude little Void sketches :)
Have a wonderful rest of your day!!!
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YO???? THE INK STYLE IS SO NEAT??? i also love the mask that is so fun kajsdlakdja THANK U SO MUCH 🩵‼️
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pro-mammonologist · 1 year
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Animalistic Urges
A mammon x mc fic where demons in their demon forms take on animal characteristics based off their forms…
Warning: NSFW! Mature content ahead (biting, primal, breeding, dirty talk, doggy style, FEM READER)
Part 1/3!!!
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Mammon had been avoiding you like the plague ever since some lowlife demon thought it’d be funny to curse him to only stay in his demon form. Mammon was pissed, of course, the rest of his brothers found it funny, but for some reason unbeknownst to you, they were concerned. What difference does it make that he was stuck in his demon form. Sure, it’s inconvenient clothing wise since he can’t cut holes in all his clothes and since his wings would always be out. But his horns are small and don’t really cause problems so you have no clue what they’re so worried about. When you asked they said he’d take on characteristics of the animal that his demon form is based off.
“So what? He’s gonna be nocturnal and stuff?” You pondered. Belphie and Asmo were giggling and Levi looked confused then suddenly went red.
Before Lucifer could answer your question, Mammon chimed in. “It doesn’t matter! It’s not like ima hurt ya! It’ll be fine. I’ll just be sleepy during the day and go crazy at night. But I’m normally like that…” he trailed off and Lucifer nodded.
“It’s not going to be too awful so long as Mammon can control himself.” Lucifer shot Mammon a glare and went back to his study.
Since he’s been stuck in his demon form, you have noticed him doing strange things, like consuming more food than usual especially fruit. Usually you can feel Mammon’s body heat off of him but it hasn’t been as strong in the day. You’ve been staring at him nonstop, noticing that his canines are also larger and sharper. Like a vampire! He’s also been avoiding you for the most part and when he notices that you’ve been staring, his wings flick at you. The initial sound of his wing flapping scared the shit out of you, it was loud and sharp. He apologized for making you jump and then he would go to another room. Each time he’d do so, if one of the boys was in the room, they’d cackle for some reason. You assumed that they were making fun of him for something and you were desperate to know.
This time, you were in the common area seated across Satan and looking at your DDD when Mammon walked in. Once again, his wings flapped at the sight of you, opposed to the quivering motion they had maintained, this was a wide and powerful swing. His smell wafted over to you and he smelled delicious. Your head shot to him. He quickly exited once again and Satan giggled.
“What just happened?” You asked him.
He smirked at you and shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Why do you guys keep on laughing every time he comes in??” You prodded, inhaling deeply again to get any trace of Mammon’s smell.
“I told you, nothing important.”
“Well there is something then! What is it!” You interrogated him further. “You can’t just not tell me!”
He put his book to the side and shook his head while looking at the ground. “Okay.” He lifted his head up to you and held up his index finger. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone I told you, okay? Especially Mammon.”
“Okay. I promise.” You lied, knowing you’d definitely ask Mammon later.
“So you know how we said we gain characteristics of the animals we resemble?” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “That applies to all aspects.”
“I don’t get what you’re saying.”
He sighed before continuing. “Well, Mammons more nocturnal now which affects his sleep. He’s eating more fruit like a fruit bat which is his diet…” He waved his hand prompting you to connect the dots.
“I still don’t follow.”
He chuckled a little. “Okay every species does three things! One, sleep, two, eat, three… reproduce.” He raised his brows at you and watched as the cogs turned in your head.
“So him running around… flapping his wings… avoiding me but also always running into me…” You trailed off and Satan finished for you.
“He’s horny for you, MC.” He picked his book back up and attempted to return to reading. “Humans don’t have any strange mating rituals but animals sure do.”
You looked at him, dumbfounded. So then that sweet smell was to lure you in? Like pheromones? And what’s the flapping for?
“Hey Satan—“
“Nope, not going any further. You know what you need to know.” He cut you off and you attempted to protest but then remembered you had all the knowledge you needed in your hand. To the internet!
After a quick google search, you learned that the flapping was him spreading his scent to you and the fact that they have to urge to wrap their wings around their desired partner. You also learned that bats sing to attract their partners. Well Mammon hasn’t sung to you yet so he has some control! And also, what intrigued you the most about bat mating cycles is why Mammon has fangs. The fangs are used to bite into the females to initiate penetration, or to wake them up from slumber. Suddenly your mind began to wander, thinking of Mammon biting into you as he slowly slid his length into your wetness, his bite mark on your shoulder would be a constant reminder of him being inside you.
You shook your head and quickly stopped those thoughts. If he’s trying to remain in control, you shouldn’t push him. Right?
Right?
You opened your phone and shot him a message.
MC: I found out why you keep running away.
He began typing almost immediately.
Mammon: how?
Mc: does it matter? You could’ve just told me you’re horny. 😉
Mammon: as if im horny for some whiny human.
Mc: your lil wings and smell says otherwise.
mammon: Wait, you liked the smell?
Mc: yeah. Why?
Mammon stopped responding and you got up, curious as to why and honestly wanting to tempt him. You couldn’t help but be curious about demon Mammon and his… behaviors. You raced through the HoL, trying to locate him as fast as possible. Crossing by a window, you looked out to see Mammon wandering around outside, pacing with his wings tucked close to his back. You tiptoed outside, hoping he wouldn’t notice you underneath the dark black sky of the devil dom. Considering it’s nighttime, it’s even darker than it is normally considering the only lights illuminating the gardens were the lights through the windows. You got within a few feet of him and then his wings spread and the smell hit your nostrils again. He swung around, wafting it even stronger to you. The smell was intoxicating, like nothing you’d ever smelled before, it was a mixture of his cologne, his regular smell, and something else. As it filled your lungs, you felt butterflies fill you and a strange feeling surge through your most intimate parts. At the sudden feeling down below, you stopped in your tracks. Mammon looked at you, a look in his eyes you’ve only seen a few times. Each time usually leading to something else.
“Mc.” He said your name and that shot to your core as well. Was his voice always that…hot? “What does it smell like?”
“Good.” You said, your voice quivering. “Really good.” He took a step toward you, and his wings remained unfurled, twitching as if they were struggling to not move.
“How does it make you feel?” He asked, raising his hand to your flushed face and tilting your chin up. You eyed him, his face flushed as well and pupils dilated. Listening closely, he was faintly humming.
“I—um—it’s something.” You responded, all of your courage from earlier melting away.
“Does it make you wet?” He mumbled and in the faint light, you could see his fangs.
“Mm-hmm.” You wanted to touch him, but you were frozen. If he were to get any closer, you’re convinced you would faint.
But he did. His other hand grasped your waist. “You want me to make you wetter?”
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hoffmanstits-enjoyer · 7 months
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There's just something so fucking great about the concept of characters like Zeke Banks and Peter Strahm having this complicated relationship to serial killers while having such a strong urge for justice and finding the truth???
Specifically, I love to think about how in the middle of their games of cat and mouse, or at those moments they inevitably share as they sharpen their knowledge on each other and get close enough to bump, when their intentions get a lot more nuanced as they insist on combing through them later again and again... that connection and obsession shoves everything else to second place. Seeing one another tunnels their vision, and their actions will follow rules made on the spot.
But then the world keeps on turning around them when they leave the crime scene with blood on their shirts and a gun that may or may not have been pointed but never used, piles of mangled bodies from 'collaborative traps' and distorted audios calling the remains of another horror story a chance for 'redemption' never stop being found; survivors slam doors in their faces when they come for statements and sob their hearts out at their closed off support meetings— suddenly, it's their place to show remorse, perform the respect and compassion that's lacking in their lovers... and how it impacts them to carry that burden they, against their own better judgement and all good reasoning, carry because they only give this much of a tangible fuck when they're put face to face with that damage.
It's just breathtaking, to wonder how ignorance is bliss and they cover themselves in it for the sake of something they want so badly. The guilt that comes when the blanket slips right off, yanked back by their lovers. Maybe even by themselves, punishment for their own broken vows. Weakness.
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yourmythicalbest · 28 days
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best rhett and link vocals in no specific order, according to me, a classically trained opera singer who still cares too much about rhett and link
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elvenbeard · 10 months
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V: Gimme your hands. K: What, we holdin' hands now like some teens in the schoolyard? V: Hm-hm. K: Pff... yeah, okay, sure.
(he actually loves it, but he would never admit it)
ALSO.
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I'm sorry for being such a tease but yeah... They're holding hands ;___; like some teens in love in the school yard ;___;
There's a few things iffy yet with one of the hand poses, details really but I'm a perfectionist always, in case you couldn't tell yet XD
Also, everything here is far from shareable yet, cause I'd like to do these as AMM addons eventually, currently they're just replacers. Also obviously I wanna make a whole pack with modular poses and whatnot because we need. hand. holding. poses!!! As many as possible for all the scenarios xD
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dreamofbecoming · 1 year
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feeling some type of way about the juxtaposition of “are you sure you have the right man?” and “i’m just a bard,” and “the sandpiper’s just a title” with “because you love yourself.” like. maybe it’s just a funny throwaway. maybe it’s a clone sex joke and that’s as deep as it goes. but maybe, underneath, buried under all that insecurity and self deprecation (which is buried in turn under all that gilded arrogance and puffed up affectation), she (they?) sees down to where he really, actually, truly does love himself. to where jaskier is exactly who he wants to be. to where he is proud of himself and his work and this life he has built. way down deep, underneath all the times he’s been told to shut up and stop caterwauling and god julian, can’t you just sit still for once? and it’s like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling and if life could give me one blessing and we’re all just one big happy family, right? no. and the crow’s feet are new, and and and and
and somehow, still, under all that, the thing he loves most is still himself. as it should be.
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music00lbumm · 4 months
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prototypelq · 8 months
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...do you think Dante ever realised how Vergil-like he was acting around Patty? She was quite obnoxious in the anime, did he ever think 'oh no is this what being Vergil felt like?', or 'was I ever this annoying?'...
Knowing Patty did him a lot of good, do you think it, per chance, also reminded him of happier times in his and Vergil's childhood when they just played together and annoyed each other all the time?...only to, of course squash those nicer memories the moment Patty leaves, because then the reminders of what he's done come crashing down....
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sapphire-drawings · 1 year
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He's overheating Maxwell :[
Cuddles for heat but won't let Wilson kiss him with that beard
@slabime gave me the idea
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cupophrogs · 8 months
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LOOK AT THEM NOW.
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iguessitsjustme · 5 days
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Hi Rae!!!
I hope you're doing very well! My question is, what do you think about music in Unknown?? Because honestly every time the stripped down piano version of the opening song pops up I am FEELING THINGS. So I wondered what's your take on that.
Helloooooo
I've been...okay I guess. Work is currently using up all of my brain power which is why I have made multiple bad decisions this week (don't ask) and also why I haven't posted much about Unknown. I come home from work every day, sit on my couch, and stare at my wall while thinking "wow what a day" for the past...month? So most of my thoughts about shows have been "what a cute little show I'm watching." And Unknown needs more thought than what I've been able to give. At least for me. Plus everyone else was already writing such fantastic meta that I was just eating it up like I've been starving.
So while I definitely noticed the music in Unknown, my thoughts have been "hnnnnng good music." Buuuut since you asked I did actually turn my brain on for a bit and try to sort out my thoughts on the music. At least a little bit. This is going to be very bare bones (for now) mostly because I do not currently have the time to go back and rewatch some scenes to do any sort of proper analysis on anything. I'm also going to try to avoid spoilers.
I would be remiss if I didn't at least say how much I love the theme song. Something about me that might surprise some people is that I normally listen to the opening song once and then skip it the rest of the time because I'm eager to get into the show (and tbh most of the time I don't like the theme songs that much) but I never once skipped Unknown's opening. It perfectly encapsulates the whole show. I feel every emotion from the show in the opening itself. I cannot explain further I just love it.
This show's soundtrack is one of my absolute favorites. I always say that the goal of a soundtrack is to help set the tone for the show and this soundtrack blends seamlessly with the other show elements for the biggest emotional payoffs. Not only are all of the songs extremely good, but they are used extremely well.
I think the most brilliant part of the auditory choices in Unknown is actually the use of silence. It is used very well and makes the music choices have that much more punch when watching. Part of the reason the music makes you feel so many things when watching is because it is such a stark contrast to the silence that proceeds it. The silence sets up your emotions for the music to swoop in and basically gut punch you (sometimes. sometimes it's a loving caress. but most of the time in this show it's a gut punch but in the best way).
Soooo I don't really have a take specifically on the piano version of the opening, but those are my general Unknown music thoughts. I will consider doing a whole music analysis if anyone wants one and also work stops stealing my brain.
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hey sorry for not posting art lately ive had no motivation for a while, and ive recently been hyperfixating on stardew valley
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pro-mammonologist · 2 years
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I’m having unholy thoughts so…
Mammon stays buying you shit. Like this man buys stuff like crazzzyyyy (as we know) especially for you. So just imagine you always want to pay him back but the avatar of greed is convinced you shouldn’t (shocker) because he did this out of love, not greed.
So just imagine he pays for you to get your nails done and you’re sitting there wondering what you should do for him and then it hits you when he texts asking to see them.
Mammon: yo! Have you finished getting your nails done?
You: yup.
Mammon: lemme see em!
You: okay 😏
You: *insert video of you, soaking wet while playing with yourself* Don’t they look pretty 🥺 I got them gold because of you
Just imagine his reaction. I love flustered Mammon so much and I know—I KNOW he’d eat that shit up! He’d be over there blushing and smiling and grinning and shit and freaking out wherever he was because you know he sucks at controlling himself with anything involving you.
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Anyways. Def gonna write a fic off of this one. Def gonna make it smutty. And I’m open to anyyyy suggestions.
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o0mochacoffee0o · 2 months
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I bet you can’t guess what game I just got and am obsessed with
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