#and piteous whines

[babydillpickle]

no i cAN'T binge rewatch the untamed right now i have to defendmyfuckingthesis i don't have TIME for a breakdown i don't i DON'T

#wei wuxian i know failing terribly at the final hurdle and tumbling into hell would be a hilarious way to honour you #but i would actually rather avoid that can you stop being so tragic and compelling #and could mdzs fic writers stop being so fucking good like y'all are writing things that make me insane #trying to put together coherent sentences so i can leave grad school but inside i'm a dog alternating between rabid snarling #and piteous whines #anyway things are going well #mdzs #the untamed #into the abyss

[muttweed]

gf reblogging the previous post while i am leashed to my desk in another room. hates me

#txt #loud piteous WHINE

[picavecalyx]

When Silva was just adjusting to the estate, sometimes she would randomly start loudly whining in the middle of the night or in the morning. This was primarily when she was alone, since despite being out in the forest...she was always at least with someone. At night in tbe estate there really wasn't...anyone, yes there were people sort of...but they were asleep, and she had her own room, in there? All alone, all unfamiliar.

#study ;; beneath a piteous smile #you know when cats or dogs in a new environment will start pacing or whining loudly #yeah uh. #silva. silva did that. a lot- #esp at the beginning when she was adjusting to the estate and everything there #verse ;; flare ;; unbenounced and experimental #the first few months of silva adopted were literally adjustment hell #for a kid who REALLY didnt understand customs or anything.

[moonhoures]

Good To Me

🕷️ kinktober — day 22: overstimulation 🕸️

pairing: wonwoo (svt) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, shower sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, pet names (babe, baby), multiple orgasms

word count: ~1.3k

synopsis: date night ends with some overwhelming pleasure

posted: october 22, 2023

Date nights were a weekly occurrence in your relationship with Wonwoo, and you both cherished them, looking forward to them every time the new week began. This week, he had told you to dress up and be ready by the time he got home from work. So you did, all the while wondering what he had in mind for the night ahead of you.

He had came home shortly after 4 p.m, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped in cellophane with a ribbon around it. He greeted you with a kiss, but not before his eyes had raked over your frame with a loving glaze over them. His lips lingered on your lips, giving you a second and third kiss before finally letting you take the flowers in the kitchen to put them in water.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked once you returned to the foyer of your shared apartment.

When you replied with a ‘Yes’, he took your hand and led you out to his car where he held the door for you like he always did. He refused to tell you where he was taking you, but you could tell it was in the city based on where he was driving.

The destination ended up being the new clothing store you had been wanting to go to. The store was just too far out of the way of your normal route, and you hadn’t found time to go to it. So he figured he would treat you to some shopping before dinner, which was at your favorite date spot.

Once your date had come to a beautiful conclusion, and you arrived home, Wonwoo took your shopping bags from the backseat and carried them inside for you.

“Thank you for tonight, babe. That store was even nicer than my friends were telling me,” you told him, unlocking the front door for him. You let him walk in first, gesturing for him to leave the bags on the couch.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he replied earnestly, turning to you with his usual, cool smile. He pulled you in by the waist, giving you a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, “Should we watch some TV? It’s still a little early.”

You picked up your phone to check the time, and it was only 7:30 p.m, “Hm, I’m not really in the mood for TV. Do you want to shower with me instead?”

Of course, your boyfriend didn’t turn down the offer, but you eventually started to regret your decision. Because not even five minutes into your shower, your boyfriend had your back up against the tiled wall, his fingers buried between your thighs. He towered over you with a satisfied grin on his lips as he watched you on the edge of cumming for the first time that night. Yes, the first. Because with Wonwoo, it was never just once. Once wasn’t good enough; it was the minimum.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel it,” he egged you on, “Just cum for me.”

You were already a piteous excuse of a person, letting out pathetic moans and whines as his thumb circled your clit and his middle and ring finger pumped into you with purpose. Your hands secured you by holding onto his back and arm, and he loved that every time he went deeper, your grip on him got tighter. The smile on his lips only curled more when your walls squeezed his fingers and convulsed around them, soaking them in your arousal. You were glad the water was lukewarm, because your body was already heating up.

“Just like that,” he kissed a line up your jaw and on your ear, that deep timbre of his making your insides tense, “Now give me another good one.”

Before you could protest, he was sinking to his knees, the water falling onto his lower back as he lifted your leg up onto his shoulder.

“Wonw-oh,” your words died in your throat. Your boyfriend’s left hand held onto the thigh that sat on his left shoulder while his right hand continued working in your cunt. His fingers powered through your first orgasm, and quickly aimed for your second one. Only this time, he added his mouth to the mix, kissing and sucking on your clit. And all you could do was stand there and take it, resorting to watching him. It was actually such a sight to see. His dark hair, wet and sticking to his forehead while the water behind him cascaded down his back and wide shoulders. His brown eyes clouded by lust as he stared up at you, knowing that eye contact made your knees weak (figuratively).

Not even a couple of minutes had passed, but it was already becoming too much. You had no time to recover from your first climax, so your body was tense as it began building up to a second one. The muscles in your legs tensed. Your hands gripped onto his shoulder and in his hair, wanting to tug him away to give you a moment to calm down. He could practically feel your inner conflict of wanting to chase your high or push him off. He pulled his mouth away from your throbbing core—which clenched around his fingers after he abandoned it—and looked up at you with a fake confused expression.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

“It’s too much, I need . . . need a second,” you struggled to speak as the pace of his fingers failed to slow down. If anything, it felt like he sped them up.

“You want me to stop? Tell me to stop then.”

He knew you didn’t want him to stop. Well, you did. But also you didn’t. You didn’t really know what you wanted.

That familiar, cat-like smirk appeared on his lips as he brought his face back between your thighs. And a second later you felt his tongue on your clit again, making your tummy flip. You whined, fingers grasping desperately onto him, attempting to anchor yourself to him as you were moments away from cumming again.

Anyone would tell you that having sex in a shower was not easy, but you were lucky in some aspects. Your shower was way more spacious that most, and Wonwoo took your safety very seriously. He held onto you like his life depended on it, and he was always alert to your movements. Any wrong move could result in serious injury, and that was the last thing he wanted. So he braced his hands on your legs to keep you still as he thrusted his fingers up into you as quickly and deeply as he could. When he felt the gummy, spongey texture of your walls, he knew it wouldn’t be long.

“If you want to stop you need to tell me now,” he spoke with a mocking tone, pulling away from you only a little bit.

“No! Don’t stop,” you exclaimed, bucking your hips up in tandem with his fingers.

“No? But you said it was too much.”

“Wonwoo, please.”

“I know, baby, I know. Let it out.”

Just like that, you were cumming, the most carnal, primal noises pulling out of your throat. Your insides spasmed around his knuckles and soaked his digits in your creamy essence. Your thigh clenched, moving closer to his cheek. Your lower abdomen tensed as his tongue continued to massage your clit, sending your mind and nerves spiraling. Your hands were weakly attempting to push him away, but the water made your palms slip. You resorted to making pathetic whines and sad attempts at groans of his names. Finally, he pulled away, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You couldn’t believe you had come out of that as calmly as you did. You were also nervous knowing that you would have to go through it a few more times before Wonwoo would be satisfied.

— taglist #1

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#wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #[🕷️] kinktober 23 #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo x reader #svt fanfic #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader

[konigsblog]

loser!rapist!konig who follows reader into the public bathroom then rapes her:(

the older man at the café you work at, obsessed with the college girl working there. how could he resist the opportunity of finally meeting you?

tw/cw; loser!rapist!könig x afab!reader, non-con/rape, intoxication, age difference/gap, college au, reader's age is unspecified, könig is aged mid-forties. dark fiction, dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+ ၄၃

credit; @glutt_r on x/twitter. 🐦

könig is in his forties already, single, and has only been in one short-term relationship that ended pretty quickly due to his toxicity. könig eyes up and preys on the college girl that works at his favourite coffee shop part-time for some extra cash.

he knows all about you from stalking your social media pages and jacking off to innocent pictures of you uploaded online. you're gorgeous, with perky tits and a gorgeous body he'd love to grope and fuck. he had heard about a college party through your social media accounts and decided he'd sneak his way inside, in the hopes he'd meet the girl of his dreams.

könig snuck past everybody, his head lowered, attempting to make himself as small as possible (which proved to be difficult considering his size...). he watched as you stumbled into the bathroom, drunk out of your mind. he couldn't resist the temptation, causing blood to rush to his hung cock, his hand cupping over your mouth, your eyes widening at his sudden presence.

it didn't matter how much you squirmed and cried, he simply turned the lock on the door and kept you still in his tight grasp. he began to pull at your dress, his dick straining in his jeans and his breathing heavy and fast. he'd never been this close to his little obsession before, your perfume causing him to roll his eyes back, along with the pulsing and clutching sensation of your smooth walls around his big dick.

fuck, each and every thrust was agony for you, splitting you open on his length. your body shook and trembled, your tight pussy becoming raw, the smell of alcohol strong against your skin noticeable. he pushed his calloused fingers down your throat, stifling your whines and piteous sobs, slamming into your hole brutally while pushing a thumb into your unused asshole.

it was your body's instinct to react to the pleasure between your thighs, despite the feeling of shame and disgust washing over you, leaving you with globs of his milky arousal pooling out of you, running down your thighs slowly.

surely you wouldn't have a choice but to leave school if you fell pregnant? you couldn't support two people, and könig always seems to be a lingering presence, smiling friendly as if he didn't violate you the other day.

#orla speaks #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: intoxication #tw: age difference #tw: age gap #dead dove do not eat #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #könig x you #könig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig mwii #könig smut #cod x reader #cod x reader smut

[pearlcigs]

Hiii i rly liked how you wrote könig with virgin!reader. Do you think you could write when reader gets sick and tired of him not fucking her and then irritation turns into insecurity and she ends up asking him teary eyed why he won't fuck her? Do whatever you'd like for the rest if you choose to write it! Only if you're comfortable and want to ofc😚

⋆ in and out

thick tears slid down your face. "oh, schatz, why didn't you tell me?" könig comforted, running his big hands over your waist. you truly never meant for his playful teasing turn into insecurity. but at some point, enough was enough and it seemed to you were undesirable to him. he brought one of his hands to your face, dabbing your tears off your face with his thumb. "don't cry, liebling. how can i fix this?" he continued to try and comfort but it was no use. there was only one cure to this piteous feeling.

you sniffled, nervous to say anything. "do you not like me?" you deplore. "no, no, that's not the case." he frantically tried to reassure you. "just tell me how to fix this please, schatz." könig pleaded. he seemed so sympathetic, honestly really feeling sorry for making you think that you were undesirable in any way. "you're so perfect, i would love to take your virginity, taube." he continued. he watched as you perked up, sniffling with a nod.

seemingly happy with himself for getting the chance to make it up to you, he didn't waste any time. resting you on the bed gently, excited to finally be able to ruin you. he started out slow, gently kissing up your thighs to your stomach. but after he lifted your shirt off your perfect body, he lost all patience he might've had. he was still gentle, as he attacked your collarbones and neck and kisses and bites. the sound of your hushed noises doing just enough to make him utterly smitten.

"don't know why i waited this long to be this close to you, liebling." he mumbled, and though you never understood the names he called you, you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach every time he did. before you knew it, the rest of your clothes were discard, as were könig's. plenty of unrighteous thoughts plagued your mind at the sight of him. you'd seen him indecent before but never right before he was finally going to take your virginity.

he looked somehow bigger as he hovered over you. strong arms barricading each side of your body, keeping you caged in, protected. "let me know if i hurt you, please." he prompted. finally, after so long of waiting, he slid into you, slow and gentle. whines and moan emitted from both of you. this was long overdo. "oh, fuck— s'tight, schatz." he stammered into the crevice of your neck. leaving soft kisses as he let you adjust to his length.

he thrusted in and out of you slowly, watching the pleasure on your face with such intensity. he wished he would never forget the sight of you. the way you looked enough to make any man think he was in heaven. and this was all and only for him. you held onto him tightly, hugging him closer to your naked body. "feels s'good, könig." you moaned. he brough his hand up to wipe the remainder of your tears, kissing the tip of your reddened nose. "never cry again, hübscher schatz."

#🫁 ⋆ call of duty #🕰️ ⋆ birds and bees #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty smut #call of duty x reader #cod smut #cod x reader #konig x reader #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig smut

[yokohamapound]

hii omg i just discovered ur blog and ur writing is! so! amazing!!! i’d like to request maybe chuuya, ranpo, dazai and fyodor with an s/o who likes to bite them playfully??

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Contents: NSFW references, biting, NSFW "punishments"

Nakahara Chuuya

The first couple of times you do it, Chuuya yelps and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks until your lips pucker out like a fish. 

“The hell was that for?” he demands. “Damn rabid brat.”

If you make a habit of it, however, he decides to fight fire with fire. If you sink your teeth into his arm, he’s going for your neck. If you bite his neck, he’s gonna yank down your pants and bite your thighs. Don’t try to one-up Chuuya, because you’ll likely fail. 

He gets into it. Before you know it, it becomes a habit to shove you up against the nearest vertical surface and leave a few bite marks and love bites on your throat, your chest, your arms. He’ll pin you in place with his Special Ability so you can’t wriggle away. If you’re going to bite him, then he’ll make sure you can’t hide the ones he leaves on you, either. 

Bite his neck during sex to make him go wild. 

Dazai Osamu

Dazai complains like a big baby when you sink your teeth into him. He blinks those big brown eyes at you and asks in a piteous voice why you’re always attacking him. In some ways, you’re more feral than some of the orphans he’s picked up. Atsushi turns into a literal tiger and he doesn’t bite!

Don’t let Dazai’s whining fool you—he doesn’t actually have a problem with you biting him now and then. You can’t do a whole lot through his bandages, anyway. 

Unlike Chuuya, he probably won’t bite you back. Not immediately, anyway. He’ll save it for when you’re spread underneath him, on the edge of an orgasm and begging for him to send you over the edge. That’s when he’ll sink his teeth into your inner thigh, or bite playfully at your nipples. He’s quite a proponent of mixing a little pain with your pleasure to heighten the sensation. 

If you bite him in bed, he moans and fucks harder, his back shuddering. 

Edogawa Ranpo

Look, I completely get it. Ranpo is such a cute little brat that he induces cute aggression in his partner, to the point where you quite literally want to bite him. 

The first time you do it, he's kind of confused. Did you mistake him for a gummy bear or something? But when he sees the stupid, glazed look in your eyes, he knows. 

"That's the same look the boss gets when we go to the cat cafe," he says, pointing his lollipop at you in accusation. "Next thing you're going to start waving a feather on a stick in front of my face."

Yeah, you've been tempted.

Ranpo won’t be the bigger man. He will absolutely bite you back. He has a habit of snapping at your fingers when you reach for his face or his snacks, or he might turn his head and bite your cheek or your chest like he’s biting into a steamed dumpling.

Chomp. 

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a bit of a hypocrite here, seeing as he spends most of his time chewing on his own fingers. Obviously, evidence indicates that he is in fact very biteable. All that pale, pristine skin. How can you not want to leave a couple of marks on him?

However.

While he might excuse a love bite or two during your little conjugal sessions, he isn't nearly so forgiving of you sinking your little teeth into his arm or his shoulder or god forbid, his face whenever you get the urge.

He looks down at the teeth marks you've just left in his forearm and raises an eyebrow.

"Are you a kitten I took from its mother too early, my love?" he asks, his tone promising…something…later. "Or perhaps you have developed a case of vampirism.”

If he truly minded, he'd find a way to "encourage" you to stop, but as it is, he is more likely to have you restrict your biting to the bedroom, where he has the time and leisure to repay the favour as he sees fit. 

And if you don't heed him, he might just see fit to put you in your place, whether that be on your knees in front of his desk chair while he works, or bent over his lap while he disciplines you properly.

#yokohamapound #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Edogawa Ranpo #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Dazai x Reader #Chuuya x Reader #Ranpo x Reader #Fyodor x Reader

[dxstopiaa]

Could I request dom albedo , alhaitham or dottore with submissive nervous and sensitive puppy hybrid gn reader ^-^ honestly just a cute little pathetic mutt <3

characters: dom! character x gn! hybrid! reader warnings: degradation, mentions of heat, aphrodisiac, bondage. [this is very VERY far from my usual writing style and preferences but…first time for everything? i hope it’s to your expectations anon! i tried.. \(^ヮ^)/]

albedo

⊹ Albedo most definitely vows to investigate every inch of you— who’s so sexually aroused all the time, as if you were held in the locked grasp of a permanent rut.

⊹ His expression is cold as ever, pulling your limbs into all sorts of exposing positions and yet he still remains with that distant look. That is, until he sees it fit to inject you with all sorts of alchemical substances.

⊹ Within minutes you’re already whimpering, making a mess of your bare groin, nipples perky and hypersensitive to even the briefest of touches. Don’t fret too much— a responsible alchemist always has a antidote at hand. Not that he’ll end up using it.

⊹ Cry and whine as much as you’d like, for Albedo continues to stroke your erogenous areas, he’s most fond of your ears, droopy and downcast from the momentary neglect.

⊹ He’ll finally sink you down onto his cock when he becomes too hard to hear himself, muttering how desperate and immature you truly were. You can’t do anything but slouch your pathetic, little self against his shoulder as he fucks you for the chase of his own release.

⊹ Abandon the idea of finishing alongside him, before you know it your boyfriend will pull out and retrieve his clipboard for his observations without giving you a chance to cum. Consider it punishment for your slutty behaviour. It’s harsh or nothing at all, believe me, he’s doing you a favour.

“You’re so warm, is it the aphrodisiac or just the effect i have on you? Never mind, I wouldn’t want to worry your diminutive brain.”

alhaitham

⊹ He’s all you’ve been thinking of since that dream. A cynical scholar who wouldn’t give a care to anyone else, you’re an exception it seems. You’re always so clingy, latching onto his bicep with your tail swinging excitedly when he doesn’t retaliate.

⊹ Alhaitham— the man who’s making you sit in his lap, shoving an erotic novel he caught you reading earlier into your hands. Someone needs to tell you how to control your sex drive, he thinks. His large, calloused hands stroke gentle ministrations along your crotch, watching you lose your words.

⊹ An anxious, stuttering mess you were. The whole situation sprouted the idea of grinding against his thighs, so much so that concentration had been discarded long ago. You’re trying your hardest.

⊹ He’s shaming you at this point, sarcasm and mockery dripping with every word that fell out of his filthy mouth. Well-versed in vocabulary, even more so with sex. You can’t even say a complete sentence. How piteous.

⊹ Now it seems you’ve pushed him along further, he’s reenacting what you’ve read so far, a meagre amount. If you can’t say it, you can’t have it. You emit broken sobs as he taunts his dick at your hole, yet makes no move. You attempt to push him in with your hips yet that only earns a tug to your nipples.

⊹ Your ears perk up with every half thrust he finally initiates, the scandalous sound of your thighs hitting his lap desperately. Alhaitham thinks it’s adorable, you’re so out of touch with your own emotions he has to fuck them back into your body.

⊹ You find yourself covering your face with embarrassment at the shameful names he calls you, tugging on your tail when you don’t respond to him on whether you like them or not. Poor thing, you’re just forced to say yes!

“You want what? Sorry, i can’t hear you with all this whimpering, read louder, little puppy.”

dottore

⊹ A mere test subject you were, but Dottore finds himself playing favourites. You’re just so cute, the first to please and do as he asks. It’s almost like you’re begging him to fuck you on display. Of course, he’ll do just that.

⊹ The Doctor adores making a fool out of a doll like you, purposely making you suck his thick cock infront of the other subjects, rubbing your ears and relishing in the downright sinful moans it coaxes out of you, vibrating all along his dick.

⊹ He will strip you naked, crimson eyes scrutinising your perfect figure for anything to tease you about. If he finds none, Dottore’s bound to leave bruised lovebites on your inner neck.

⊹ If you dare to flinch the slightest at his degrading remarks, the harbinger will command you to sit on his lap as he lightly pulls your tail and spanks your plush ass, a desirable role model of obedience for the other prisoners, but now he thinks he’ll keep you for himself.

⊹ You’re his private slut at this point, you reside in his office curled up on his bed. Whenever you feel like your heat is approaching, Dottore will already have your legs spread wide on the sheets.

⊹ Thicker wires of rope and metal rubbed over your skin, keeping you hostage in the doctor’s merciless grasp. You’d never know what he’d like to try on you next.

“Are you that desperate? Do all bitches like you not know how to control themselves? Hah!”

#we’re zhongli and xiao lovers here #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #albedo #alhaitham #dottore #albedo smut #alhaitham smut #dottore smut #WHY and HOW did i write this so fast #genshin smut #albedo x reader #alhaitham x reader #dottore x reader #don’t bully me this is the first fine writing stuff like this plsplspls #oh lawd what have i done #genshin drabbles #i’m not a fan of hybrid stuff but anything for u guys #hybrid reader

[wlfpet]

ROYAL ADVISOR ABBY BLURBS

cw: sex, blood, violence (all glossed over), age gap of about 20+ years, not proofread.

Royal Advisor! Abby who’s older. If you’re a young princess in your twenties, she’s fast approaching her forties, with gentle creases around her eyes and greying strands in her neat, tightly coiffed braid. On the nights when the two of you talk, your hands draped around her waist as she courts you on horseback, she rolls up her sleeve and flexes a pulsing muscle, laughing that she’s still got it. 

Royal Advisor! Abby who’s strict, pulling you every which way, always chiding you, always shadowing you, her hand always gripping yours tightly.  She’s always been guiding you, so there’s never been a moment of discomfort for her. It comes naturally, and you know whatever she says, it's in your best interest.

Royal Advisor! Abby who chose a different life. Whose years as a knight; of drinking and brawling and whorehouses are over. Her body is covered in scars, a canvas of muscle like wrought iron, and a mind as alert as an owl and tenacious as an ox. You’ve never seen her brow quiver, let alone seen her cry, but she always holds a deep affinity and care for you.

Royal Advisor! Abby who carries an ancient guilt and an endless hunger for the tang of blood. Her past, a toothy grin at the end of your father’s blade, led her to this place, your arm hooked under hers, starry eyes that looked to her for guidance, that trusted her implicitly. In your presence she shudders, watching her only frailty, the bend of your neck, your fingers against the harpstrings, the softness of your skin. She touches the warmth of your cheek with a calloused hand and feels the urge to sink teeth into flesh. 

NSFW

Royal Advisor! Abby who has never desecrated a space this holy. Who's throat goes dry at the sight of your body, the endless vortex between your legs. Who pounds into your willing body with sharp precision, torturing you with each stroke, smoothing her hand over the arc of your forehead, pressing her own to your temple to growl obscenities in your ear.

Royal Advisor! Abby’s who is secretive. Who presses a thumb to your lips and shushes into your ear as she wades her hand through the ocean of your slip, and prods her fingers into the creamy depths betwixt your thighs, splaying your chastity open to work the spot that makes you squeal. Who chides you for your silence just as well as she bids you to continue, as a lady’s work is never finished.

Royal Advisor!Abby who’s all ego and arms, splayed out across an aubergine chaise as you bounce pitifully atop her smoothed wood and calfskin phallus, your skin prickling with goosebumps and overwhelm, tangents of pleasure creeping through each nerve in your body. She chuckles, kneading your ass in an imposing grip, smoothing her lips into the space between your drooping breasts.

Royal Advisor! Abby who's made peace with death. When she bends you over in the night or dives her head between your thighs, she thinks deeply about what it'll be like at her execution for high treason, for consorting, for spoiling you for marriage, for sullying your honor. But when she hears your piteous cries and whines, when she takes in how you clench around her cock, how your walls quiver around her fingers and tongue, she knows her death will be resplendent.

#tiki writes #abby anderson smut #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson imagines #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #im back

[carnivorousyandeere]

Hmmm imagine darling helping yan push out eggs but before theyre all out gets aroused again and fucks more into them

You hadn’t exactly jumped at the chance to stuff someone full of your eggs the first time.

It was a strenuous process, and moreover, an extremely intimate and vulnerable process for you and your species. But, of course, your yan and your hormones conspired against you, their body welcoming you in so deliciously, their eyes rolling back into their head with the press of each egg as they deliriously begged you to knock them up.

Knock them up you had.

For days after, they took every chance they got to mention how full and round they were, with your eggs. How they felt so warm and happy, knowing they would get to raise your children. Pulling your hand to feel the bump in their stomach, smiling at you with dewy eyes, pleading for you to cuddle with them and bring them food at all hours of the day and night…

Eventually, of course, they had to lay the eggs too— and they begged for your help, your touch, to get them through it. After all, these were your eggs, so wasn’t it kind of your fault and responsibility now?

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: oviposition, eggpreg, laying eggs, some sadism/masochism, breeding

You grit your teeth as your yan squirms in your hold, fighting down your own lust. You know it’s not right, they have to lay the eggs, they can’t hold them inside forever— but something in you wishes they could, insists that they can. The exhausted slump of your yan’s body and the sweat slicking their feverish skin, don’t help. the wet sounds each egg makes as they push it out, accompanied by their own piteous, pained whines, help even less.

You can’t help it when your ovipositor peeks out in interest the more they writhe and cling to you. You can’t help wanting to change positions, watching their puffy hole stretch and strain around your egg, muscles fighting to force it out— and you certainly can’t help it when your curiosity leads you to push it back in, just to see what happens— and your yan’s eyes roll back into their head, body spasming as they cum all over themselves.

You shove your fingers deeper and let them still, waiting for your yan to come back to. They gasp in the aftershocks of the unexpected orgasm, hole fluttering madly around your fingers even as the rest of their body lays limp. Their eyes are hazy when they meet yours, desire and apprehension mixed together. It breaks something inside you.

“P-please,” they whine, “‘s too much, it hurts… need to, to lay them, please… you— you said you would h-help.”

“And you said you wanted these inside you, begged me for them… and now you just want to get rid of them, like they’re nothing?” You mock, scissoring your fingers, working to push the egg back even deeper inside. Your yan lets out a warbling breath, unable to breathe deeply enough to moan.

Your ovipositor aches between your legs. You can feel more eggs deep inside you, needing to be laid soon anyway. Why waste a perfectly warm, wet hole just because it’s already half-full of your eggs? Your yan’s breath hitches even further when your fingers slide out of them, only to feel the head of your ovipositor against them.

They choke on another half-moan, squirming weakly. You can’t tell if they’re trying to get away or beg for more, the only things they seem to remember how to say being your name and the word “please.”

You flip them over and pull their hips up, sliding into them and hissing from the warmth. They’re feverish, hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You slide in and out experimentally, but they don’t need to be opened up nearly as much as the first time. Your eggs had stretched them out— the thought of their hole stretched around your eggs makes you twitch inside them, and your yan whines even more pathetically.

They cry out more and more with every thrust, with every new egg you press into them. They cum over and over again without you even touching them in the front, tears streaming down their face at the burn and stretch of their hole and stomach. You curl around them, rubbing their stomach as you feel it stretch with each new egg, this clutch bigger than the last even without your older eggs already inside them. Your yan goes fully limp under you as they cry from the pleasure-pain.

“You wanted this— wanted me, my eggs— stop crying and— and fucking take it,” you growl in their ear.

All they can do is whine, weakly rolling their hips back against yours.

#thinking about the aftercare is kinda cute… scooping them up and gently giving them a bath #gently massaging their tummy and bringing them water to drink… 🥺 #mdni #nsft #yandere smut #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

[kesh8]

Genshin men in bed

‧₊˚-Synopsis- how genshin men are in bed/their kinks with Dottore, Ayato, Childe and Pantalone

‧₊˚-A/N- No word count for this one since none are over 150 words, but I enjoyed writing this! Please feel free to send in any requests, just read my dni list first.

‧₊˚-Content warning- nsfw, fem! reader, sadism, bondage, overstimulation, edging, smacking,

Ayato is a man of obedience and control, foreseeable with his role of head of the Kamisato clan.

Your wrists were bound to the headboard, leaving you restricted, completely at Ayato’s mercy. He ran his finger tips along your stomach, guiding them down farther, down to where you wanted him to be. The futile hope of him actually touching you where you need him was, for the most part, pathetic. He was going to play games like this until you broke, presumably how it always went. The barbarous smirk he wore on his lips sent shivers down your spine. All you could do was whine, which always fell on deaf ears. The ropes pressed red markings into your wrists as you pulled against them, watching him laugh at your piteous struggling against the restraints. Your dripping cunt was begging for attention, yet he wasn’t willing to give any. Any of the featherlight touches he gave made you jolt, already overstimulated from the way he relentlessly toyed with you.

Dottore had you pinned against the bed, hands clasped in yours to keep you in place. His cock slammed into you at an interminable pace, cheeks glowing from previously fallen tears. He thought you looked beautiful like this, endless streams of tears flowing down your face, jaw slightly agape. He was a sadistic man, to say the least. You were made just for him, he thought, the way he fit so perfectly inside you, it wasn’t possible that you weren’t his, no way. He was so rough with you, whether you were being used for stress relief, or he was just plain out desperate to be inside you again, unable to savour the moment, needing to have you right then and there, no self-restraint.

Childe kept his fiery, competitive personality with him wherever he went, of course, thus including the bedroom. Whenever you got intimate together, the 11th Harbinger would take the lead without fail, the sense of power he held over you never ceased to arouse him. Whenever you became too loud, he was never shy to wrap a hand around your neck, though always sure not to be too cruel to his baby. Disobeying his orders would land a strike to your clit, making you shriek at the sudden stinging sensation, tears threatening to fall from your eyes from the intensity.

Pantalone was a man full of restraint, patience is a virtue being something he heavily trusted in. That was, until he met you, of course. You drove him insane in more ways than one, top of his list when it comes to possessions. You were his favourite jewel to toy with, no amount of mora could even attempt to recreate what you gave him. His mask of patience and composure threatened to crack when he saw your innocent doe eyes, it was obvious you were begging to be spoiled, whether in riches, or lovemaking. He allows you to accompany him to his office, in return, you service him under the desk. When you end up in bed together, he spoils you a considerable amount, sometimes getting so caught up in the moment that he ends up overstimulating your poor hole. All he wanted to do was pamper his darling, could you really blame him?

#kamisato ayato #ayato smut #childe smut #childe #harbinger smut #pantalone smut #dottore smut #dottore #genshin x you #genshin impact #smut #genshin scenarios #video games #writing #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia #tartaglia smut

[in-memoriam-tgwk]

Wind-weathered rock and brittle shale give way to dead pine tree boughs underfoot as Hollyspeckle descends the cliffside, following the general path leading to the start of a fog-filled, evergreen forest. He’s intent on the hunt, scenting the air periodically as he goes, gliding through the mist like a whisper on the wind. He finds he has the best success this early in the day, when the sun still hides behind the mountains outside of the territory, and the moisture hangs heavy and thick in frozen rolling clouds, driving rodents and the like from their burrows to shake out their fur and to search for their own food.

He’s already downed a mouse and a finch when his ears twist to a curious sound on the wind. It’s high, and soft, and piteous, drawing Hollyspeckle’s full attention immediately. It sounds desperate.

“Hello?” he says, quickly shoving his finch beneath a pile of pine tree branches to come back for later. “Someone there?”

There’s no immediate response. Hollyspeckle nearly calls again, and stops at the sight of a gaunt feline limping towards him from the haze, as fast as she seems able to manage. He rushes to meet her halfway.

“You must come with me!” she pants, and now that Hollyspeckle is closer he sees how sickly she really is; a light grey and white tabby pelt, matted and dirty, is stretched over her protruding ribs and hip bones, sunken into the depths of her thin face which boasts crusted blue eyes and a raw pink nose. Her frail frame shakes with a terrible cough, and Hollyspeckle instinctively leans away with a frown. She’s awash with greencough, he suspects.

She’s still insistent, wrapping a forepaw around his elbow and tugging. “Please, sir,” she whimpers, “you must come with. I-I need help!”

Hollyspeckle shakes himself from his stupor and pulls his leg from her grasp. “Slow down, miss, you’re quite shaken. Is it medicine you need? I know someone with supplies—“

“No!” she interjects, shaking her head frantically. “My kits, they— I can’t, sir, I can’t… Come with, please.”

Her words tumble out over the edge of a wheeze; she nearly falls into Hollyspeckle on unsteady paws. She continues to mumble ‘my kits, my kits’ over and over into his neck, trembling against him as she fights for each breath.

Hollyspeckle looks around, taking note of their surroundings. He traveled here alone, and although Amberfuzz knows where he went to hunt, he’s too far from home to go back for help. This weak queen may not make the journey in her state, and if she truly has kits nearby… His ears fold back at the thought of leaving them unattended for too long.

“It’s alright, hush…” he soothes, giving her his shoulder for support. “I will come with you. Take me to your kits.”

It’s a little slow-going, but once the tiny sounds of young life breathe fire back to the queen’s soul, she quickly leaves Hollyspeckle’s side to tuck underneath a sprawling bramble bush. There’s a quiet shuffle, a sniffly wet cough, and the mewling intensifies as the queen wriggles back out with a small bundle of fur in her maw. She drops the kit at his paws.

She crawls in for the other while Hollyspeckle stares down at the whining scrap of fur, who is now snuffling blindly for something warm to burrow into. He chirps softly back, shuffling forward and wrapping his tail around her, and the queen appears with the second kit, putting her down next to her sister. She purrs roughly and licks her kits’ foreheads twice each, before looking at Hollyspeckle tiredly. His chest tightens unexpectedly.

“Miss…?”

The queen opens her mouth, closes it, and smiles sadly. She touches her nose to Hollyspeckle’s eartip, and her tired gaze flutters down to look at the kits burrowed into his side.

“I can’t…” she croaks. “My kits…”

Hollyspeckle’s breath catches in his throat. He understands.

“May Fate be kind to you, miss,” he offers, touching his paw to hers. “They’ll be safe.”

They will be safe. Of that, he is certain. There’s a ferocity building inside him that’s fueled by their mother’s soft smile, her damp eyes, and her retreating frame as the sun finally burns the fog off of a frozen morning.

#tgwk lore #clangen #clangen art #warrior cats

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ange. Beloved. Fellow Otto fucker. I am on my knees begging for brat tamer Otto or just mean dom otto

Love ya, bye

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABYBEL! I HOPE THIS PLEASES YOU.

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1100

One of the things she’d always loved most about Otto was his stoic demeanour. He was her gentle giant, her silver-tongued negotiator, her diplomatically minded Hand of the King. He was the grounding and calming moon-like presence to her hot, fiery and unpredictable sun, and his ability to soothe even her most tempestuous of moods never ceased to amaze her. However, as even tempered as her lover was, when pushed it ignited a darkened anger within him. She’d seen it on more than a handful of occasions; clueless, unsuspecting members of the Small Council who’d asked the wrong question, rubbed him up the wrong way or insisted on a discussion that was completely irrelevant to the purpose of the meeting. His eyes would darken, his jaw would tense and his tone would become much more curt, his fury evidently burning close to the surface. It excited her. It was on those days that she knew when he returned to his chambers that she was really in for it; those impossibly large hands that usually roamed her body with such care would become rough, rendering her pliant as he slammed into her, exorcising his frustrations with every snap of his hips.

It was this domineering touch she was craving as she sat curled on the settle, hands cupped around a cup of Dornish red wine. She’d awoken in a mood that was eager to feel her lover’s wrath, but all of her attempts to put him in that frame of mind had been gently and considerately swatted away; rough tugs at the soft fabric of his doublet, piteous whines as she attempted to wrap herself around him, demanding his attention. He’d lovingly tapped her on the nose, calling her a “brat”, before handing her her wine and seating himself at his writing table, sheets of parchment spread out in front of him. She stared longingly at him from her spot on the wooden bench. She knows she should let him work, but her selfish desire is overriding any logical, reasonable thought. She needs to feel the power of him, huge and looming over her, seething with rage. She drains the contents of your cup and is suddenly struck by an idea, as a devilish smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth.

Empty cup in hand, she saunters towards the writing table, the saccharine sweet tone of her voice more than indicative of her dishonest intentions. “Let me take that for you”, she grabs for his wine cup, knowing full well that it’s far from empty. The dramatic flick of her wrist as she sends ruby liquid pooling across the parchment spread out on the wooden surface doesn’t go unmissed by Otto, as he looks up in disbelief. “Oops, clumsy me!” she laughs. And suddenly there it is; the shifting darkness in his eyes. She holds her breath in anticipation, but is disappointed as he sighs, rising from the table.

“You should be more careful”, he mutters, collecting up both cups and heading toward the door, “I’ll have someone clean this up.”

She chokes back a scream of frustration, balling up her fists and stalking back towards her seat. His earlier observation was correct, she was feeling bratty, but what was the point of being a brat if she didn’t get her own way? She waited for him to resume his position at the writing table. He was now deftly sorting through soggy pages, wiping up the mess and dabbing at the scrolls to rid them of excess liquid. You decided to switch tactics. She begins drumming her fingers upon the hard surface of where she is sat, rapidly increasing the tempo, while keeping her eyes fixed firmly to the broad expanse of his back. She sees the muscles tense, he pinches the bridge of his nose. On any normal occasion he’d politely ask her to stop, softly informing her he needed to concentrate. He didn’t. He was deliberately ignoring her, wise to her game and it infuriated her.

She continues to tap her fingers for a few more minutes before tiring of it, and flopping down onto the cushions that soften the surface she reclines on, considering her next move. She isn't proud of what she is about to do, but her primal urges currently have a stranglehold on her capability for compassion and empathy, so she props herself up on her elbow and once more tries to capture the attention of the leggy man currently staring at the dampened pages of a war strategy with dogged determination.

“I’ve heard Daemon is making progress in the Riverlands”, she says with her best attempt at innocent nonchalance.

Otto shifts in his seat, but ultimately ignores her. She pushes further.

“His forces are far larger than the ones that you have managed to amass.”

“Mmmm” he grumbles, without raising his head.

Good, she’s finally getting somewhere, finally. “House Hoare seems much more amiable towards Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne than Aegon’s. Why do you think that is?”

His head snaps up and he meets her eyes with a warning glare. “Don’t.” he says sharply.

“What?” She tilts her head in mock virtue, but his attention is already back on the pages in front of him.

She rolls her eyes and something inside of her finally snaps. She’s done with being subtle. She’s going to have to do something drastic to get what she wants. She strides purposefully across the room and in one sweeping movement of her arms the majority of Otto’s sodden parchment flutters to the floor.

“Stupid girl!” he shouts, shooting to his feet.

The sudden loudness and annoyance to his tone of voice startles her for a moment, until she recognises the white hot intensity of his stare that sends a pulse of excitement straight to her core.

She reaches a tentative hand out to palm his manhood through his breeches, casting a sultry look up at him as he fumes over her. “Are you going to punish me?” she whispers.

“Insolent brat!” he snarls, spinning her around and pinning her to the table with such force that she gasps from the shock of it.

As he manhandles her, stitches in her gown popping loudly as he tears at the fabric, pushing her skirts up over her hips, she braces herself with her palms. She moans wantonly at the forceful stretch as he pushes roughly inside of her, setting a brutally merciless pace. A wry smile forms on her lips. She’d gotten her own way. Little brats always get their own way.

#otto hightower #otto hightower x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #otto hightower smut #otto hightower fanfiction #otto hightower fan fiction #otto hightower fanfic #otto hightower fan fic #hotd fanfiction #hotd fan fic #hotd fan fiction #hotd fanfic #hotd smut

[smuttysabina]

COMMISSION: A Discourse on Disgust

(Male Reader x Jaime, 1000 words) Harsh Femdom, verbal humiliation, pegging, anal, fisting, cumplay, some peeing

"I wasn't expecting much out of you, loser, but this fucking pathetic!" an exasperated Jaime lets your cum-covered cock flop messily back down onto your chest, "I've only been pegging you for like, a minute, and you've already cum, like what the fuck? Like, should I even keep going, you paid me for an hour and its been less than 5 fucking minutes and you've busted. You know, I dont actually care what you want, I'm just going to keep fucking you anyways to teach you not to waste a girls time. Yeah, maybe you can learn some stamina, because I bet you can't even stick this worthless thing in to a girl without busting in like ten seconds. Stop fucking whining! You deserve this! Taste your failure!" Enraged with disappointment, Jaime messily scoops up your load and shoves it into your mouth, spastically plowing you with her strapon all the while. And it had all started out so well...

You had saved enough to meet with Jaime, in private; after all, she is more than happy to fuck her fans during meets or on the streets. But to be with her alone, comes with a cost; with her rapacious appetites, she wants to be compensated for time she could have spent getting gangbanged. So after hawking up the required amount, Jaime was vaguely pleased to discover that you wanted her to dominate you, its a method she is well versed in, and one she enjoys immensely. So off went your clothes, up went your legs, and in went in her strap-on, without much in the way of polite introductions. And now a rather unhappy Jaime is teaching you exactly why you should be careful about what you ask for. She is going to get an hours' enjoyment out of you, whether you like it or not.

Snarling with vicious glee, Jaime continues to fuck your vulnerable ass with gusto, slamming into your prostate mercilessly. Your cock gradually begins to harden once more due to her attentions, until it is flopping uselessly against your stomach once more. Jaime slaps it in disgust, cruelly batting it from side to side as she verbally abuses you, "Well, at least you managed to get it up again, you fucking two-pump chump! Honestly, it would have been better if it stayed small and floppy, because then it wouldn't PISS ME OFF!" Jaime brutally spanks your throbbing manhood, unsparingly punishing it, "I thought that I would get a nice fuck in this afternoon, but instead I just get to abuse you. I was even going to ride you, but I wont even bother, your fucking cock doesn't deserve to go inside a girl's pussy. Oh, you're enjoying this aren't you, you dirty little pervert! I bet you just love getting violated by a hot girl; well unluckily for you I'm not a fucking sadist like Jodi, so I really don't give a shit about what you enjoy."

With that, Jaime suddenly pulls out, leaving your bruised asshole gaping and sputtering foully. She clambers atop your still shuddering body, squatting down above your cock contemptuously. With a depraved giggle, Jaime pisses all over your twitching dick, humiliating it with a golden shower of smelly urine. Sneering with derision she stand back up and daintily steps on your slick manhood; grinding her heel against your balls as she shows her scorn. Rolling her eyes at your piteous moans, she yells at you to stop complaining; rubbing her now dripping foot all over your face, forcing you to savor the flavor of her bladder as well as your semen. Jaime makes a great production about pondering what to do next, thoughtfully holding her chin as she pretends to think about what to do next. Then with a burst of frantic energy she is pulling you over, forcing your face into the covers while hauling your ass into the air. Her tiny palm spanking you in a wicked mockery of your manhood, while a soggy foot keeps you pinned.

By the time she is finished, you are mewling pitifully into the sheets, your cheeks bruised and throbbing painfully; but Jaime isnt finished with you yet. She purrs in delight as she forcefully rubs her hands along your exposed taint, relishing in her her work up until this point; yet still unsatisfied that you learned your lesson. Her lithe fingers quest into your already well-used ass, followed soon after by her knuckles until her whole hand is buried in your whorish asshole. Ignoring your groans, Jaime proceeds to fist you, punching your guts repeatedly as you writhe around her arm. She still has more than enough attention to spare for your mockery of a cock though, her spare hand kneading and squeezing it mercilessly as she urges you to cum. "Awww look at how fucking pathetic your dick is! It's all hard and bulging but it doesn't have a warm hole to enjoy... if only it wasn't attached to a worthless pervert like you! Mmm look at you squirm, you just love getting your ass destroyed, don't you? We could have been having some nice, wholesome sex, but no; you wanted to get fucking abused! How about it this, if your useless balls don't drain themselves into your sheets within... five minutes, I'll mount it. That got your attention! I can see your sack fucking twitching already, are you going to cum just from thinking about sticking your filthy dick in me? Do it! Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit!"

Jaime jackhammers your innards with cheerful brutality, grunting with effort as her other hand ruthlessly jerks you off. She squeals in delight as your seeds voids itself onto the bed, she knew you wouldn't be able to last! Scooping up your leavings, she abruptly yanks her hand out of your now gaping ass, only to dump your own seed within you. She playfully slaps your sore balls, "Later pervert! Maybe next time I'll actually get to enjoy myself, its no fun not getting fucked. Call Jodi instead okay!"

#otv smut #jaime smut #Igumdrop smut #smut

[comatosebunny09]

still [ teaser ] | r. kyojuro

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Somnophilia (kind of), Female Reader, MDNI!

An excerpt from something horny I wrote. Enjoy! ❤️

—and then, an indiscernible pressure draws you from the shadowy depths of sleep. 

A gasp is torn from your lips, spine curving against the mattress. You claw at silken sheets. Sit up on your elbows whilst your eyes flicker open. Once they’ve adjusted to the darkness, a shock of gold settles into your vision. And it works dutifully between your splayed legs like you are just the most decadent of meals. 

With another arduous stroke at your plump labia, your assailant renders you a spasming mess around his tongue, your body crashing back into the mattress. You scramble for the telltale ponytail sitting atop his head. Bury your fingers beneath feathery tresses, and the throaty hum he pours into your delicate, rosy pussy makes it hiccup with pleasure. 

“K-Kyoju—mmm…” His name flees from you in a scant whine. Your head falls back into the pillows. Eyes slide shut, weighed down by the desire clawing its way through your innards. “Kyo—unnngh…”

Your boyfriend momentarily pulls himself away from your bewitching cunt. You’re suddenly bereft of the loss of his sweltering mouth. He drinks you in with ocher eyes that glint ominously in the moonlight. 

“My gorgeous little Sunflower,” Kyojuro purrs. Stamps your inner thigh with a tender kiss just shy of where you crave him most. He chuckles huskily whilst you tremble before him. You watch him with part lips, and through thick lashes, your breath lodged in your throat.

“Apologies, my love. But I could not help myself.” Warm, sizeable hands languorously glide up your thighs, revealing his yearning for you. Send shivers ricocheting up your spine as his arms wind around your waist to keep you in place. “You are so very tempting, and I could never resist you.”  

You’re helpless in his sinewy embrace, entirely at the mercy of his tongue. Your mouth lolls open when he draws your clitoris betwixt his sinful lips, giving it a cruel suck. Your hips surge off the bed at the explosion of pleasure, a piteous whimper escaping you. Kyojuro swiftly pushes you back down with lithe hands pressed to your stomach.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he rasps, the vibrations of his voice against your cunt sending you into a frenzy.

The blond then licks a languid, candied stripe up the expanse of your quivering pussy lips. Dips his tongue in for the briefest taste, and stars dance behind your lids. Devious fingers spread your pretty labia open, the moist squelch of them making him suck in a breath. Kyojuro hums lowly at the sight of your swollen clitoris throbbing for him. The smell of your sex is ripe, and a feral sound rumbles his chest. 

The scorching suction of his mouth returns to your vulnerable pearl, more relentless in its pursuit of your pleasure this time around. And as you allow yourself to be swept away in the currents of unadulterated bliss, he suddenly breaks away with a luscious smack. Takes to dragging his lips across your inner thigh, much to your chagrin. 

The words that next leave his mouth have you trembling with anticipation. 

“I promise to make you feel so wonderful, Sunflower. But first, I need you to be a good girl and stay still. You can do that for me, can’t you, baby?”

Masterlist

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #my works #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #kny reader insert #kny rengoku #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku smut #tw: somnophilia

[house-of-daena]

FL!tart letting you put him in a mating press even tho he's so much bigger than u... grasping a big hand & laying a kiss on the back of it & he makes this cute purring/trilling noise in response as he cups your face in it (very carefully because Sharp Claws)... & then he somehow keysmashes out loud when you hit a spot he really likes teehee

he thought in FL he only wanted to Kill and Maim (hence his hesitation in showing the form to you) but it turns out that the Devouring Deep also likes being Devoured Deeply ☺️ & also being practically up your ass (in multiple ways) because he has an insatiable hunger for affection. whenever he lingers in FL for "training purposes" he loves scooping u up and wrapping you in his big dramatic-ass galaxy cape. he makes this absolutely horrifying sound that is apparently the hell equivalent of piteous whining or something whenever you have to depart from the blanket fort he snuggles u in (that he's the foundation of) & then immediately gets really embarrassed about it (he scared the shit out of you the first time that happened and the next couple of minutes were spent going "????" about it)

tl;dr i am down horrendous, i think my love language is quality time, i am extremely touch starved and it reflects brightly in every facet of my being even if i am an utterly unpolished sort of gem

this actually ended in such a fluffy note waiitt 😭😭

instead of hurting you, he's absolutely enamored by you and is sososo greedy for ur love and attention he just wants you to be devoured by your love (n lust 😏)

he's literally just like a puppy.. definitely runs up to like a dog and accidentally jumps on you, too excited, n y'all tumbled onto the floor 😭😭

#» asmo talks #» 🐺 anon #omfg sorry for the low energy reply #I THINK I HAD A STRESSFUL DAY AND IM #💔 #idk 😭😭 #help