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madness-in-the-flesh · 2 years

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Prompt 6 with Sanford please

Of courseee!! +D

Also included a lil hc for yandere Sanford. I feel like he's picked up his yandere tenancies from his mother and is like, probably yandere for her in a family sense and vise versa. So don't talk shit cause that's when he'll fucking lose it.

Sanford Prompt #6 Drabble

GENRE - Romantic

PROMPT - “Please don’t ever leave me!” [ From this prompt list ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Physical Violence, Domestic abuse, Suffocation, Manipulation, Implied Intimidation

One thing stood between the door and you. Sanford.

Only recently had you found out what he had been doing. For the longest time, You thought you were the problem. You thought you were the one driving other people away - The reason that no one would ever talk or even look your way. That was far from the truth though, Because the real problem was the person you thought was your partner. You had loved him with your whole being and expected him to do the same and he did. He did it like it would kill him and it killed your relationship. You had caught him threatening a new friend of yours, A mutual friends you'd come to know too. You were finally happy to have someone outside of the small tightknit group Sanford was allies with. As you weren't much of a killing machine, only doing it if it was the only option possible.

When you saw him, On the phone, talking in that deep voice. You knew your perception of him had been shattered. You loved Sanford, You really did but that was the tone he used to threaten the agents that tried to harm him. That tried to hurt you. Then you started to think of everything over time and it just clicked. Hell, you had only gotten together recently. Maybe 2 or 3 months ago and this happened. You had been friends for longer and the feelings that had sprouted from that friendship, at first, gave you hope that Nevada was a better place. That maybe in all the madness, Peace could really thrive. Sanford, as a bit derided out as you were, would talk about a possible future - settling down somewhere quiet and living out the rest of your days together. You had to admit it sounded nice at the time and you entertained those thoughts. Now you were happily tearing away any hope he had of that, Not after the shit he had pulled behind your back for so long.

" Fuck off, you manipulative bastard. " You hissed back, glaring daggers at the larger male. He looked taken aback, almost flinching at your yelling but he still stood his ground. Arms folded as he tried to figure out how to calm the situation. Not that there was much he could do to calm you down. All you felt was the absolute rage and shame for letting him manipulate you like this. Hurt your friends, people who you held close and wanted to protect.

" Baby, please I-" he spoke, in a soft tone. The one he used to use in those intimate moments you shared. Him holding you, Giving you small kisses and loving stares. It made you want to vomit now, He who had held you so close was nothing short of a contriving. You didn't know love could turn to sickening hate so quickly. Not until now.

" No. I don't trust a fucking word that comes out of your mouth. " You interrupted, beginning to walk down the hallway. Every step was with intent. You were leaving and you were never coming back. You didn't want anything to do with him. You knew or at least, hoped the Sanford you knew was real to some degree as then you were sure he wouldn't hurt you. He started to look around, almost as if he was praying someone would come to help him. Panicking at the thought of losing you? It's what he deserved. Actions have consequences.

You strode down the hallway with purpose, The closer you got, the more nervous the grunt got. Pressing himself against the door to stop you from getting it open. You didn't care, trying to push past him but it was obvious he was physically stronger. You were reasonably shorter than him and he had always used this to his advantage to tease you before, The memory only making you grit your teeth.

" We can talk about this " He whined pathetically, praying you'd just go sit down but you didn't, turning to face him. Looking into the sunglasses that hid his eyes. You hated eye contact, But you refused to stand down. Not when newfound animosity filled you. Maybe it was for the best you couldn't see his eyes, you wondered what emotion they'd mirror. Would they show you this was an act, perhaps that's why he had been wearing them all along.

" NO, I DON'T WANT TO TALK WITH YOU. " You screamed beginning to push against him and grip at the door. You did everything you could to claw at the door. Putting your everything into getting out of this situation. You needed to get out now, You wanted to get as far from this place as possible. As far away from him as you could.

" Please don't make me do this " He sounded like he was on the verge of tears, Swallowing back sobbing but you didn't stop. You continued. He was just trying to fuck with you, Obviously. He just wants to keep you here and play some sick little game with you. He'd already broken you heart and trust. Had it not been enough for him? Apparently not. You now took to pounding on the door as loudly as you could. Maybe someone would hear you and come help you out.

" YOU SON OF A BITCH, LET ME-" That set him off. Smacking you across the face. A loud slap rung out as you fell to the floor. Not only did he have the brawn. your ears rang and you stood there for a moment. Stumbling back. You opened your mouth to talk but you couldn't. The words stuck on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes furrowed in horror, gawking at the larger man who had promised to never lay a finger on you. If you had any semblance for love left for him, it was gone now. Flooded out as soon as his hand made contact with your cheek. The stinging of a hand was still there, massaging you cheek with pain.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, But do not talk about my mum like that. " He spoke, In a upset tone. Biting his lip as he now began to follow you as you backed up. You didn't stop, Almost tripping over your own feet as you stumbled into the main room, crawling over the sofa in hopes of putting distance between the two of you but it was no use. He just reached out and gripped you ankle, Dragging you towards him.

Your nails dug into the head of the sofa but it was no use. You were pulled into his arms without effort. You hands pounded against his chest, pushing and wriggling as he stood there. Holding you. He looked like he was staring at your cheek, face twisting into one of regret. What a fucking joke. He hits you and then tries to act all sad about it. You just wanted out and would be taking the first one you got. However for now, you were still stuck between Sanford and the door as he held you in a tightening grip. Now to the point you started to realize you were struggling with breathing.

" I can't Breathe " You spoke out, beginning to try gasp out for air, Wriggling more as no oxygen entered your lungs. The crushing around your ribcage got tighter and tighter. You began to tear up, now out of plain fear.

" I can't... Sanford, stop I-" You began to chock on your own words, Trying desperately to fight against him but it only made you use up more of your limited oxygen.

" I know... I know... I'm sorry but I can't let you leave... " He interrupted as he trailed off, now looking away as if to shield himself from the image of you slowly suffocating by his hands. He held you tighter, trying to ignore your pleas for him to let go. The world became blurry, Your throat burned as you struggled to keep consciousness. You fully believed this was your end. You had no idea that the man you had been with was such a fucking psychopath. You should have listened to the posters scattered around Nevada and reported him at the first glance.

“Please don’t ever leave me!” He blubbered apparently now letting tears drain from his eyes. He hated to see you like this but you forced his hand. If he didn't do this now then you'd be out of his life forever. He couldn't take that risk. Listening to your chocked sobs killed him on the inside but he tried to tell himself it was necessary. His mother would be so proud of him for finding such a wonderful partner like yourself. So he would not be letting you go.

The world faded with your consciousness, barely hearing Sanford's word as you departed. Now limp in his arms as he let go and moved you down to the sofa. Fresh air filling your lungs with a harsh breathing pattern - inspecting you gently to make sure he hadn't done any bad damage. Guilt ate away at him as he stroked your cheek he had slapped a moment before. He'd make it up to you, He promised himself as he once again repeated the sentence to himself. Nothing above a whisper.

" Please.... just don't ever leave me. "

#yandere madness combat #madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #madness combat x reader #cw yandere #cw abuse #cw domestic abuse #cw violence #cw physical abuse #cw suffocation #cw injury #cw manipulation #cw implied intimidation

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karmaphone · 1 year

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lmao rock sympathizing about dead nazis is a lot more poignant when you remember he's Japanese and doing it to a Chinese girl

#I probably need a black lagoon tag so #blagoon posting #I mean him sympathizing with nazis is gross no matter what!!! but especially fucked up that he a Japanese man is doing it to a Chinese girl #who's not only had a very rough life but it's implied that she's been sexually assaulted too. like bud. take in some of the historical #context before you start going off about the value of human life #they didn't have this conversation in front of Dutch bc Dutch would have just knocked his ass out #I'm genuinely surprised revy didn't just shoot him there #also babygirl at least one person suffocated to death why are you wasting your limited air with combustion like #why did you even take cigarettes underwater with you

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langernameohnebedeutung · 2 years

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on this episode of: god, there are so many things horribly wrong with you, please, you're millionaire and I'd still pay your therapy if you'd just consider-

Blaine’s obsession with crying

#this isn't even all the instances of it especially not of his obsession with Crybaby Carl. I'm just limited to 10 pictures is all #he did cry after he killed his grandfather #but stopped immediately when Don E came in #like maybe just cry into your pillow once or twice instead of suffocating people with it. it might do you good.#izombie #blaine debeers #fandom #abuse mention #suicide mention #implied anyway #but u know #Don E's annoyed/bemused laughter and constant repetition of the It's A Medical Condition really drives home that this must have gone on for #a long long time #and i love it

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eeveearoace-creative · 2 years

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so i accidentally wrote angst again

cw: death/ implied death, self-hate, suicidal thoughts, unreality, nightmares/ weird fake dreamscape, kissing, drowning/ suffocation

Everything about this is wrong.

It’s the most obvious thing in the world. Everything about this is wrong, and you know that, so clearly – nothing about this is okay. You should be crying, screaming in protest, doing everything you can to get away from them.

Because it isn’t them.

They look like them, and they sound like them, but they aren’t them. They’re cheap copies of the two girls you love more than any world, who you would – and you suppose you did at some point – give your life for.

It’s not them, but you want it so badly to be, because you love them so much. You want nothing more than to sink into their arms and accept their love, because they are your everything. You want them to hold you, tell you how much you mean to them, how much they love you, how much they need you. You want them to declare that nothing else matters as long as the three of you are together, but it’s all so wrong.

They shouldn’t love you, not after everything you did to them. And maybe, deep down, you know they real them wouldn’t love you anymore – if they ever truly did – but that doesn’t matter, because those two aren’t really them.

And yet, you don’t move away from them.

You’re frozen, tears trailing down your cheeks as they step closer to you. They’re smiling, and you’re on the perfect fantasy adventure, and this is everything you’ve ever wanted. And more than anything, you know you should hate this – and yet, there’s a part of you that longs to sink into it, and accept this as your reality. It would be so easy, and you would be so happy. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

And yet, you know it’s all wrong. You hate yourself for ever wanting this, and hate yourself even more for still wanting it – it’s not real, and that alone should be enough to make you condemn it. And, in a way, you do – but there’s a part of you that still yearns to give in.

You’re still fighting with yourself as one of them cups your cheek. More than anything, now is when you should really push them away – this isn’t the real them, and even though you’ve always wanted this, you never wanted them to be forced into it.

But you don’t have the energy to pull them away, so you just stand there as one of them pulls you into a long, slow kiss on the lips.

It’s sugar and poison as the other one of them does the same thing. It’s everything you ever wanted, but in the worst way you could’ve ever received it.

You should fight back. You know it’s the right thing to do. But you’re just so tired, and you can feel yourself slipping away already – the world is melting away into an orange haze, and you know that if you can’t refuse this, you’d never be able to escape, anyway.

Orange liquid flows from your mouth and spills over your clothes. You choke, gurgling up more orange, but they just continue to kiss you – you push them away, because this isn’t right, but there’s nothing you can do now – it’s too much, and you’re suffocating, and you want nothing more than to call their names, to have them, the real them, hold you in their arms – but it was right. You’re never making it out of here.

You’re drowning, and it’s a fate more merciful than anything you could’ve ever deserved.

Because even if the real them never could’ve loved you again after everything you did, it turns out that fake, soulless copies of them could.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

And you’ve never hated yourself more for it.

At least you’re finally about to die.

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altschmerzes · 2 years

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this is a bitchy thing to post i know but they’ll never see this im sure and im annoyed as hell. somebody tagging my gen fic appreciation post with how they like one very hyperspecific type of gen fic and there must be other good kinds of gen fic out there but they just don’t care to look for it is like. are you lost. this is the Loving And Appreciating Gen Fic Post, gang. if you want to appreciate one very specific type of usually gen (because it’d be weird if it wasn’t due to the conventions of the trope, not even because gen is a valuable and worthwhile and entertaining type of fic, because of course the only reason to read or write anything without romance in it is because the conventions of the trope make it weird and uncomfortable to include) fic this is not the post for you lmao. get off my aromantic lawn.

literally if you usually don’t like gen fic without a specific reason to read it in one hyper context necessary trope then why did you reblog the gen fic appreciation post. why. this didn’t have to be about you. this was about us for fucking once (people who actually do appreciate gen fic without needing a hyperspecific context for it)

#‘i don’t normally read gen fic i like escapism sue me’ oh buddy this post was extremely not for you #gen fic IS my escapism #from the constant oppressive suffocation of romance in Got Dam Everything! among other things!#but this is exactly what i was talking about in the tags on my op #like even when people speak positively about gen fic #it’s always in some really weird specific context of like #oh yeah sometimes SUPER DRY PLOT HEAVY NARRATIVES ARE GREAT #‘I love FEELINGS and FLUFF and EMOTIONS and RELATIONSHIPS AND DYNAMICS but sometimes a nice super canon adherent logical plot’#‘with NONE OF THAT is nice too :)’#do you not see the issue with painting all gen fic like that #like even when people try t compliment it they’re often implying only ship fic is allowed to have anything actually sincerely emotional #gen fic has just as much emotion and capacity for feeling and deep character dynamics as anything else!#just as much room for fluff! for intimacy! for character relationship!#this is a stupid rant from some nbd tags but #given this is literally why i made the post #and now people are doing this ON THE POST #is just. gd. did you have to.#gav gab

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spellbcok · 29 days

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" 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄; 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. "

Was that [MELISSA O'NEIL]? Oh no no, that was just [LUCY CHEN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [THE ROOKIE]. They are [THIRTY] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here?

for about a year at the time of post ( est. arrival february 25, 2023 ); EDITED: changed to have her being here longer & being more aware of this place's strangeness.

what is your character's job?

an officer of the law; studying for the recently passed detective exam, on the road to being a uc (undercover)

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

i'm pulling lucy from the end of season 5 & first episode of season 6 (since it's a continuation of the same day).

has any magic affected your character?

nope.

anything else?

you can find more info here & on wiki here.

on her first day on the job, actually before even clocking in, she made her first arrest like the badass she is.

she has an extremely strained relationship with her parents, who are both therapists. they are openly unsupportive of her career choice — even ashamed to claim her as their daughter.

omniglot (english, spanish, cantonese, tagalog, french), she is fluent in the first four languages and can read/knows french enough to understand.

she taught herself french just so she could follow the aaron thorsen case.

that's how determined / committed she can be.

before joining the police academy she was a psychology major in college.

she completed the dea covert operations training academy & has already worked a few (short-term) undercover cases.

she is idealistic and sees people (initially) in a good light, but she is not a complete pushover. when pushed, she will shove if she feels the other is not correct.

sometimes, specifically with tim when he was her training officer (to), she has shown malicious compliance to commands / his tim tests.

for example, learn to think like criminal? okay, then i'll steal your wallet & make you figure out how to pay your bill.

was buried alive this one time...

has a thing for older men sometimes.

loosens up with a bit of karaoke and baking. she is only good at the former. so beware.

if you are debating whether or not to watch i just have one thing to say: arrest me but make it sexy

i've recently caught up (left off halfway through s5 & am now on s6e3), but i'm also starting over from the first episode bc catching up made me want to do a rewatch also ngl i totally forgot lucy/nolan were a thing (or blocked it out) & am interested to see what else i forgot/blocked out.

wanted connections.

co-workers roommate(s) friends similar interest friends (baking, cooking, karaoke, studying/learning)

#000.intro #000.lucy #hw: intro #parental negelct tw #suffocation mentioned tw #more like implied?#|| yes i have already changed my intro graphics #my first new muse after changing graphics #& i just noped out immediately & redid all of them ;ejwa

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fairymint · 2 months

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breath play for volo?

This one is.....verse dependant. Volo would never in hell do this to somebody mortal.

In his god verse? Well, if it's something that your muse would enjoy. godmodding bitch of a muse he is in this verse, literally, he mind-reads and indulges in kinks that a person doesn't allow themselves to do normally.

so if they were into it, yes. Because he can simply revive them as a god, of course.

#ask.#volo.#godverse.#breath play kink.#breath play tw #suffocation tw #i would no way in hell do this IRL. dangerous #but volo's voiceclaim has a kink song that implies it. accidentally or not-#notexactlyaninja

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sweet-as-an-angel · 3 months

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Giant! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Creep! König, Perverted! König, König Owns a Cum Jar, Size Difference, Giant! König, Size Kink, Sadistic! König, Abuse of Power, Dub-Con, Cum Soaking, Attempts at Forced Impregnation, Implied Pregnancy, Voyeurism, Hostage Situation, Human Pet! Reader, Physical Violence, Human! Reader, Fem! Reader.

Giant! König captures you after he catches you sneaking around his castle, trying to loot something of value to take back to your impoverished village.

Giant! König immediately jumps at the opportunity to take you as his human pet, throwing you into a nearby jar and closing the lid, observing you like a spider beneath a glass.

Giant! König who, after deciding he wants to keep you long-term instead of turning your body into the sprinkles atop his ice cream, creates a more sustainable living space for you after discovering you’re not as durable as he thought (almost suffocating, dehydrating, and starving to death whilst being held in that damn jar).

Giant! König surprises you with a dollhouse of his own design: a door that locks from the outside, windows too small for you to crawl through, and walls made of a material too strong for your tiny utensils to burrow through.

Giant! König doesn’t take long to start using you for his own pleasure – almost like he has no other outlet; like he was just waiting for this opportunity to come.

Giant! König who, whenever he feels like punishing you, puts you in The Jar and stares you down whilst stroking his cock, gigantic even in comparison to other giants’. He grunts, berating you, telling you how he’d “Fill you with my cock if you weren’t so small – bet I could crush you with it if I wanted to.”

When he’s ready, he cums into the jar – all over you – thick and heavy, almost drowning you with just one spurt of his load.

He loves watching you struggle to keep your head above the viscous pool he’s trapped you in as you literally swim in his semen, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to “Get me out, please!”.

He’ll often leave you in there without clothes to try and teach you a lesson. Until it turns into another reason – to breed you – which you accidentally sparked in him when you told him to be careful! You’ll end up getting me pregnant!

Giant! König can’t get your words out of his head, the primal urges he’s suppressed for so long unearthed by your pleas for him to spare you, if only once.

Giant! König knows he’s way too big to fit inside you, so this – cumming profusely into a jar he’s encased you in whilst giving you no means of refusing his attempts – is the next best thing.

Giant! König gets off on the sheer size difference between the two of you – the fact that you’re entirely dependent on him for your survival. Makes him feel like the kind of giant he’s supposed to be; strong and well-seeded.

Giant! König lays awake at night and fantasises about having a family, a far-off dream until you came along. It’s all he can think about as the image of you, his tiny wife, swollen to an almost painful degree as you bear his children, floods his mind, makes his cock twitch – harden. He resists the urge to relieve himself of this burden, preferring to save every ounce of his seed for you rather than wasting even a drop of it.

Giant! König who, despite his…questionable treatment of you, does try to treat you well. He lets you eat as much as you want, both because he knows you come from a poor background and because he has to keep you healthy to bear his offspring — especially since he knows they’ll be quite big compared to you.

Giant! König enjoys questioning you about your life before him, how humans work, what they do all day, whether the stereotypes of them all being lustful, pride-driven, creatures are true.

If you validate any part of this stereotype, he’ll use that as an excuse to sink you in even more of his cum, to subject you to the task of sitting on his cock (horizontally, might I add) while he commands you to get yourself off by humping the shaft.

Man’s had no outlet for basicall all his life – he’s feral.

Giant! König loves to watch you while you’re tucked up in your dollhouse, observing everything you do. Humans are a rarity in the Giant Lands, so to have one in his home is a mythic occurrence.

Giant! König loves showing you off; he thrives on the reaction he gets when his friends see you. You’re, as stated before, a rarity in their parts, often used as a delicacy rather than a pet since humans aren’t particularly sturdy compared to giants, so managing to keep one alive is something of a status symbol in itself; the mark of a truly capable mate (hence captive humans are often given as courting gifts between giants).

However, König is also highly protective of you – especially after he caught Horangi (another giant he’d been showing you off to) goading you – harassing you – stroking his cock, telling you to “Lick the tip. Never felt a human tongue before.”

Needless to say, König never invited him around again after that.

Giant! König is, obviously, good with his hands and technical know-how. Thus, if his method of soaking you in his semen doesn’t work when trying to knock you up, he’ll create some unlawful contraption to make it inevitable.

Despite his size, König has managed to make a tiny glass syringe that he’s packed with his cum, holding you down easily with one hand as he presses the tip to your entrance, pumping you full of his seed.

He struggles to contain how the scene – the feeling – of you trying desperately to fight him off, to stop him from filling you, makes him feel. You have to watch the bulge between his legs grow as the feeling of being filled past full overcome you.

Giant! König does this as many times as he likes until he knows his seed’s taken, when you start showing. Which, considering how big his offspring will be, is pretty early on.

He definitely makes maternity clothes for you – comfortable garments that show the swell of your stomach as the weeks crawl by into months.

Giant! König loves bathing you, too. Especially after he’s covered you in his cum.

There’s something so intimate and gentle about it – a scarcity in the Giant Lands. Having something so small and fragile in his hands, knowing that he can crush you in his grip at any moment, makes him feel…responsible. Trustworthy.

Giant! König will never let you go, btw. You can try to run as much as you want, but he’ll always catch up to you, his human pet.

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blueequin0x · 10 months

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Goretober 2022 - 8] Computer Virus // Art + Speedpaint

They probably shouldn’t have opened a file named ‘Virus.mp3.exe’ …

Can you tell by the total time that I’m not used to drawing Protogens? Also this is my 3rd attempt at this prompt because I kept hating the idea I had, then completely changing the concept of the drawing lmao. I had far too much fun making the glitched bluescreen with the repeating text, it’s basic but it just feels fun to do lol

CONTENT WARNINGS: character suffocating/choking, some blood, possible animal death? [animal in question is a protogen], a murderous computer virus // please tell me if I missed any :]

First image is the version without blood, Second image is the version with blood

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DO NOT REPOST // DO NOT REMOVE CAPTION AND CONTENT WARNINGS

total time taken: 11 hours 40 minutes + however long it took me to do the on-paper sketch

link to the speedpaint: https://youtu.be/iiqVbWx0DAU

zoomed in versions:

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mochinomnoms · 5 months

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Please share the lewd interspecies romance.

Okay so mostly I have thoughts over the Octavinelle trio, especially the twins 🫣 but i wrote a lil something for most of them! also this was not meant to be so long idk what happened

[tags] - nsfw, AFAB-implied reader, but written gender-neutral, mentions of ruts/heats, breeding, etc

nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!

If you really compare humans to the nonhuman population of Twisted Wonderland, there's are some small physiological differences between species. Fae, surprisingly, don't differ from humans all too much. Land dwellers in general don't have anything too significant, though all of nonhuman species retain aspects of their animal counterparts.

Most of Savanaclaw goes through some sort of rut/heat during various times in the year, primarily early spring and summer. There's no logical reason for them to retain that aspect of their mating cycle anymore, not for a sentient species that have skills of logic and reasoning. Unfortunately, they didn't get to choose how their evolution worked, and so they have to deal with it in anyway they can.

They get a lot more irritable, they have throbbing headaches, their abdomen hurts, and the scent of their mate is a lot more enticing than normal. Jack probably has it the worst of them, as a wolf beastmen. Not only does he have to deal with a fever-inducing rut that will put him out of commission for a week, afterwards he has to deal with the a/b/o jokes from his classmates too, oh the horror. It is really a horror though when he's able to bend you over his bed, bite marks aligned your neck and back as his dick pounds into you till his knot swells and locks you in for at least an hour. Jack's incredibly embarrassed afterwards, though he manages to be incredibly sweet even after rearranging your guts. Wolf beastmen are one of the most affectionate partners to have with a reputation providing some of the best aftercare for their species. It's most likely to make up for their week-long copulation, stretching and tiring out their sweet little mates. Ooooh, but they'll so very sweet: cleaning up the sticky mess of fluids between your legs with their tongue, careful to not overstimulate you (unless you ask), tending to the mating mark they placed on the back of your neck with soft kisses and licks, and making sure to prop your lower half up to that your chances of taking their seed increases.

Lacking the annual rut/heat that other variants of beastmen have, lion and hyena beastmen are more similar is this regard, as they don't have the same issue of long copulations as wolf beastmen. Neither will initiate sex, rather they'll rely on their mates to do so. Ruggie, in particular, is rather reluctant initiating sex, as male hyenas are typically more submissive, so if you're shy you'll have to get over it. But once you do, Ruggie is ever so happy to service you if you're happy to give him praise. Run your hands through his hair and ears as he eats you out, he'll let out the cutest whimpers and groans as you do. Just, expect to be jellyboned by the time he's done with you, as a hyena he needs to make sure his mate won't snip back at him and you can't exactly do that if your fucked out. While he may not have the same stamina as Jack for week-long fuck session, he has a particularly short refractory period and can have several short sessions in a single night.

Leona also won't typically initiate sex on his own, it happens very sporadically, and he his the image of the lazy lion. While he never wants to do anything particularly extraneous, who is he to deny you needs? You'll have to do some preparing though, as while the barbs on his dick aren't as bad as they are in his animal variant, they will hurt if you're not wet and pliable enough. Be sure to sit on his face, don't worry you won't suffocate him and it's better you cum a few times first before taking him. Unless you want it to hurt? Once you've cum enough times, you can ride him to your heart's content. He only asks that you don't mention how he rubs his head into the crook of your neck, marking you so that if everyone couldn't tell by the sounds coming from his room, they'd know you're his from his scent. Lions are quite protective with their territory and pride after all.

Merfolk have the most extreme physiological differences between them and...any land dweller really. It comes with the territory of being suited for a completely different environment. They also behave a lot more similarly to their animal counterparts, which can be both delicious and exhausting for their humans.

Moray eels don't have a set time of the year they mate, but rather the water must be warm and plenty of food must be ready to provide to their mate. When the spring time weather above the sea starts transitioning from crisp to blazing, don't be too surprised when the twins start handfeeding you meals and snacks throughout the week, they want to make sure you're happy and full for them, getting you in the mood with a sweet, dizzying underwater dance to initiate until they get the okay from you. What's that 'okay' though? You know that yawning I mentioned before? You'll get your answer from them now, as they take your open mouth yawn as an invitation rather than a sign of tiredness. Floyd, in particular, is ready to drag you into the deep part of the pool before remembering that you need to breathe somehow. Not a problem. He'll keep your pretty head above water. You'll still have trouble breathing as his long tapered tongue worms his way in your mouth. No matter, you'll be gasping for breath as he bullies this cock into your hole, large enough that you can physically feel the bump on your stomach. Morays are awfully fond of wrapping themselves around their mates, seeing as Floyd will do his best to tangle his tail around your body and squeezing you as you squeeze down his dick. He loves the physical contact between you two, and is amused how your nails try to dig into his shoulders seeing as the mucus on his skin makes it near impossible to have a steady grasp. You're completely dependent on Floyd as you drool and cry out for relief from the overstimulation, which is oh so ever exciting.

Jade is equally as cruel when it comes to mating. Unlike the others, merfolk tend to mate with the intention to, well, mate. He prefers you to be soft and pliant for him, as well as wholly depending as you two fuck. So, he'll happily brew you a water-breathing potion so he can actually drag you into the deep, where he found a secluded, warm grotto that will allow him to keep you to himself for hours, but close enough to the surface that he can continuously grab you food to eat between sessions. Not that those sessions will be short either. Like his brother, Jade is content to wrap himself around your body as he cooed honeyed words into your ears about how you'll make a wet, warm, soft hole for breeding. It's not like he'll have to do much either, his dick is prehensile and he can wrap himself around you, swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his thick cock continuously pounds into you with a bruising pace. He's so mean!! He likes seeing you cry from overstimulation too, and Jade will continuously scoot down to clean you up with his tongue, only to claim that too much of his seed was gone and he needed to fill you up again for another few hours. He's truly quite incorrigible, especially when he bites into your neck and shoulders to make his claim on you. Don't worry, most morays' bites aren't venomous, and even if they are, you have him to care for you. You're going to be depending on him in the water anyway, so there's no need to worry about it too much.

Something that neither probably won't mention, probably because they won't realize it's something you should know, is that they can change their sex under the right conditions. If you're ever so inclined in the future to test the waters out, the twins might be so generous to let you eat them out instead.

Of the trio, Azul's the only one with an established mating season, two actually: one in the late spring and the other in the early fall. Respectively, one during finals and the other during orientation. He's already so incredibly stressed, and he has the need to breed too? Downright atrocious. It's wonderful that you're so kind that he can take refuge in you and use you like a new octopot, so tell him how pretty he is and how much you love him and only him, so that you have the privilege fucking his merform. The moment you're entering the water, he'll unconsciously display mating signals by flashing soft lilacs and blues, a beautiful display of his need for you. He's rather large, even bigger than the twins, in his merform, so you'll need preparation as well; have no fear, his tentacles are wrapping and kneading the squishiest parts of you. I mentioned before that he can taste the salt on your skin and pulse through your wrist via his suckers. He can taste the slick from your walls, too, without even having to use his mouth as the suckers massage you from the inside. If you'd like, he technically could give you a full flavor profile afterward, though he'll probably be a bit mortified to do so. The biggest difference is his dick, or lack thereof. Instead of a dick, Azul has a hectocotylus, which is a modified, slightly shorter arm of his with a thicker spade-shaped tip that he can practically rearrange your guts with, with little effort on his part really. Most octo-mer variants will keep their mate at a distance, eons of instinct hard to forget. Azul's variant, though, will keep you close, almost dancing with you in a sweet, sensual twirl as he places sweet kissing and bites on your neck, arms, and chest. Octopi are, in fact, venomous, however, so you will be feeling a bit of a lustful high, paralyzed, and a bit helpless to the whims of a needy octopus. He's quite good at aftercare though, making sure you get an antidote and handfeeding you calorie-rich snacks to energize you back up (again, he's aware that you won't eat him, but instinct dictates that he keeps you full with both food and cum to make you a happy mate).

*collapses into heap on floor* thoughts....full.....ahahaha breeding kink go burrrrr. i was not meant to write this much and then it escaped me. also i hate tagging

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i'm being forced by myself to make a proper post for this poll. may gojo reign as a codependent king for years to come.

Cuteness Aggression With The Yan!JJK Boys.

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Mahito, and Sukuna.

TW: Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Implied Non/Con.

Gojo is near-violent. Expect to be constantly covered in bruises from his habit of full-body tackling you whenever he notices you're wearing one of his shirts or curled up in his bed or quirking your lips in the way he's never been able to resist. Tends to hold onto you for a while, too, keeping you pressed against him while he squeals and coos about how adorable his partner is, making you sound like more of an especially beloved pet rather than a live-in captive. No amount of squirming will distract him, either - he's going to be there until someone literally pries him off of you which, because there's a good chance he's already got you locked up tight in that luxury penthouse of his, isn't going to be anytime soon.

Geto is more used to receiving affection than dulling it out, so he doesn't really know what to do with himself when he's suddenly overwhelmed with the temptation to wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until you stop laughing in a way that makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. In the end, he sorta just,,, picks you up and starts carrying you around like a giant cat. Maybe pinches your cheek when you inevitably start complaining and ask to be put down. Cult members who ask why you've been slung over his shoulder for the past hour and a half are immediately done away with and curse-users don't fair much better.

Nanami, as the only (relatively) emotionally-regulated person on this list, takes it in-stride. He tries not to force affection onto you, so he'll settle for a few headpats and maybe a kiss to your forehead, if you aren't absolutely terrified of him at that point. If you catch him in a more vulnerable state, either injured or exhausted, he might be a little more forceful - wrapping an arm around your waist and hauling you against his chest, where he can hold you until you eventually give-in and stop struggling, but at least he tries to hold himself back. Sometimes. Maybe. If you're lucky, that day.

Toji is almost as bad as Geto, but not quite as awkward. He tends to scoop you up, drag you away from whatever you're doing, and lay you down where he can pepper your face with kisses and whine when you shove at his chest. He usually lets you go after a few minutes, but it's in your best interest not to squirm too much until he does. He'll just smirk and kiss your neck and say something about how precious his little sweetheart is being, today. The fondness-motivated aggression is short-lived. What he'll do if you give him the idea that you might need more of his affection won't be.

Mahito is twice as unhinged as Gojo and only half as self-conscious. His only saving grace is that, by the time he gets genuinely overwhelmed by something you do, you're going to be used to weathering his constant attempts to suffocate you via forty-five minute hugs. When he realizes how cutely you wince when he pokes a fresh bruise and decides he has to dig his teeth into your shoulder and refuse to let go about it, you'll probably be too used to his ""affection"" to do anything other than sigh and make sure he doesn't severe anything important, this time.

Sukuna is, in his defense, rarely gentle about anything, so you really can't expect him to have a gentle reaction when he sees what an adorable reaction you wear as you wait for him to take his first drink from the chalice you laced with you most recent poisonous fixation. You can kick and thrash all you want as two of his arms loop under yours and pull you onto his lap, as he cups your face and shoves tongue down your throat and wonders aloud if you taste as endearing as you look. He always keeps you by his side, but for the rest of the day, he won't be satisfied unless you're practically on top of him, riding on his shoulders or straddling his thigh. He'll even drink your deadly little elixir straight from the bottle, if you ask him to. It won't work, but you know, it's the thought that counts and all <3

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