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kuzcosources · 7 months
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Dragon Sentence Starters!
Based for my personal lore, but anyone can use them, change the context as they see fit!
From the outsider:
...So how do you mount that thing?
It's so large!
Nice dragon...
Will it bite me?
Oh, I don't think I can ride a dragon.
Put me back down, I think I'm gonna be sick!
Are the hatchlings dangerous?
It's very warm for a reptile.
Gorgeous creature, your dragon is.
Does it breathe fire?
These scales are magnificent!
Get that thing away from me!
It is the devil's creature for a reason.
From the rider:
It won't bite, unless provoked.
Oh, come on, _____'s just a sweetheart, aren't you?
I ride nearly every day. You can trust me.
Need a hand up?
Raised this one from the day it hatched.
Hold on to my waist very tightly.
We like to go fast.
Sometimes I like to ride for hours, and hours, and watch the sunset from up there.
It gets anxious if we haven't ridden.
The bond between dragon and rider is a profound one.
I would keep my distance if I were you. It tends to be... temperamental.
I just got back from my ride. Exhilarating, as usual.
You can touch it, if you want.
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Thinking about trans masc Billy rocking Steve’s world and blowing his back out with his monster strap.
Warnings for: anal sex, monster strap, a little bit of daddy kink, face sitting, cunnilingus .
It is the biggest dick Steve has ever seen, neon and sparkly and it glows in the dark! He has never seen one that shape, bulbous knot at the base, the shaft curving at an angle Billy assures him is for his pleasure.
 Billy makes Steve choke on if fist, the curling shaft, stretching his mouth wide and tickling his uvula, spit dripping down around it. It makes his cock so hard he is afraid he is going to cum before they even get to the main attraction, spitting pre when Billy tangles a hand in his hair and really pushes him down on it until he is rearing back and coughing, cheeks ruddy and eyes wet, dick twitching when Billy laughs and coos “I’ll get you there one of these days pretty bitch.”
 Billy pats his cheek with the strap on, just hard enough of a sting to shock a gasp out of Steve as he leers down at him. “Time to roll over for daddy.”
 Steve has never moved so fast, cock so hard it hurts as Billy’s hands move him into a better angle on his hands and knees, the silicone of the monster cock dragging through his ass crack. He is already loose and slick Billy working him up to this with a selection of plugs to get him ready.
 He is still not prepared for what it will feel like. Moaning and drooling as he is split open, the curving shaft  stretching him wide. When that gently pointed tip hits his prostate Steve cums shaking as Billy works the rest of the dildo into him, the knot at the base working him wider, dragging his orgasm out.
 “We’re far from done, pretty boy.” Billy laughs, hands keeping Steve from slumping down into the puddle of his own cum. “I can go all night,” he assures as he starts really moving, the knot at the base catching on Steve’s rim making him whine and clench as he drools into the bed spread. His dick does not even fully soften before he is hard and leaking again.
 By the time Billy decides he has had enough Steve can barely move. Struggling to flip over when Billy slaps his ass and tells him too. His mouth still works though and he happily licks up all of Billy’s dripping juices as he sits on his face until he has just as many orgasms as Steve.
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adsdragonlover · 3 months
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“Now I know you’re aware those things will kill you.”
Donatello looks up as you come to sit beside him on the ledge. He sighs, and a plume of smoke comes out.
“Oh, I’m well aware.”
You frown and bump against his side with your shoulder. “I thought you quit.” He’d said he had. The thought that he’d lied to you doesn’t sit well.
Donatello closes his eyes and sighs again, cigarette dangling limply from his fingers. “I did. This is the first cigarette I’ve had in 85 days.” He raises his hand and examines the cigarette with clinical eyes. “Truth be told, I’ve lost my taste for them. However I- I needed this today.”
Your expression softens as you look at him, shoulders slumped. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He laughs dryly. “That doesn’t sound like me, now does it?” You fix him with a look and he deflates. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
You reach out your hand and place it on Donatello’s free one and squeeze ever so slightly. He twists his palm to rest against yours and squeeze back.
“He wasn’t the same.” He says eventually into the soft silence. “I did everything right, I’m sure of it. But SHELLDON…” he trails off.
You wait a few moments, just rubbing your thumb up and down the back of Donnie’s hand. “I miss him too,” you say.
Donatello’s hand tightens around yours. “Can I-,” his voice trembles ever so slightly. “Can I have a hug?”
You pull him in.
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wearyeyebrow · 1 year
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Contractual Obligation
This is a short, comforting scene where Lucifer has been working a little too hard and MC decides to remedy that in a way that only they can. SFW.
The flickering fire empasizes Lucifer's sharp features and the dark circles under his eyes. He gestures with a pen in one hand and massages the bridge of his nose with the other. "I don't know how else I'm going to make this budget stretch-"
You're leaning against his desk, come to check on him before turning in. He missed dinner again, and for what? You realize this is partly of his own making, where he can't accept anything less than perfection even if it kills him, even if he takes a few casualties with him during another downward spiral.
Getting him to complain about his work was an easy feat, that he'd do all on his own. But asking him to rest instead of bull-heading his way through it all is a much harder task. Luckily, you're up for it.
In one swift movement you settle on the arm of his chair. Your hand threads through his hair, gently turning his head so you can kiss his temple. Your lips are soft and your body is warm against him.
"I'm guessing they half-asssed it in the first place, leaving it all for you to fix."
He sighs and leans against you, "It hardly matters. The board is generally incompetent, but no more now than I've come to expect."
You wedge a foot next to his thigh to fully sit on the armrest, relaxing against the back of the chair.
He can feel the soft hum of your voice near his temple. "Regardless, I've come to collect."
His chuckles a bit, sitting back to meet your eyes. "Oh?"
"Yes, you, for the night." He huffs and glances at the work still strewn across his desk. "It's late, Lucifer. They'll still be incompetent tomorrow morning." You adjust a stray piece of his hair that's fallen out of place. Some nights are harder than others. Sometimes you don't even ask him to bed, knowing that sometimes his work does warrant a sleepless night, but tonight isn't one of those nights.
"I'd rather finish this before turning in." That's not a no.
"How much is left?"
"Another hours worth, I estimate."
"Then... another hour - promise me. I'll keep you company."
You get up from your perch and he misses you already.
"I thought a promise was to be agreed upon by both parties."
You settle on the couch, legs tucked up underneath you. "Yes, typically."
He smirks. "Am I to simply accept those terms?"
"You don't have to, but I think it would be a great idea if you did. My opinion matters to you, doesn't it?" There's a faint glimmer of mischief in your eyes.
"You're possibly demonic."
"Only for a good cause, dear."
He's enamored with the way petnames sound on your tongue. His face softens into a warm, comfortable expression. He fondly rolls his eyes.
"Most contracts require both parties get something out of the deal. What do I get in return?
You answer him honestly. "My satisfaction and the rest you deserve."
You leave so little room for argument, and he almost breathes a sigh of relief. He pretends to weigh his options. "I suppose I can agree to those terms."
Your eyes light up. "Then... your hour starts now."
You scrunch further into the couch and open an e-book on your phone, highly recommended by Satan. The scratch of Lucifer's pen and an occasional frustrated whisper keeps you company while an hour passes.
The clock chimes and he's still engrossed, shoulders hunched, and brow furrowed. You return to him, knocking in his shoulder. "Times up."
He blinks blearily at the clock, "So it is." The urge to stick it out is strong, but he can't bring himself to, not another night. Not when you're looking at him with so much genuine care, all for the sake of his wellbeing. He has to remind himself that your care isn't an admonishment, that it isn't pity or manipulation. Every time you see him through it and every time he feels better for it. He had agreed after all. He sighs, as if put out. "Very well."
Your tired smile is all the reassurance he needs. You're enchanting, highlighted by the roaring fire. He shall tell you that, he thinks, another time when he can follow up his words with fitting action.
Truly, Lucifer hardly recognizes himself. The him from months past would scoff at this direct show of his weak underbelly. But he finds that these days, nothing feels better than appreciating your genuity, than pleasing you and recieving a knowing smile. He tries to quiet the small voice that mocks his exhaustion, goading him, demanding that breaks and rest are for the weak-willed.
These late night rendezvous of comfort are for your eyes only. You share not a whisper of your hold on him, only evident in the way he looks at you and defers to you now. He allows himself this one indulgence. How freeing, just once in a lifetime, to love and be loved by his first and only chosen master.
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emmymaehereeeeee · 1 year
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dad!austin x mom!singer!reader imagine where austin and reader had their kids young before their careers took off. 9 years later austin or reader is on a talk show talking about how their kids are adjusting to their new life and how they're keeping them grounded
this is so cute because like trying to explain to their kids that they are famous but also trying to not give them a complex.
just a small little thing :)
"So what do you guys do that makes all those people want to take your picture?" A six year old Clara would ask.
"Well momma is a singer and daddy is an actor, you know daddy's movie, the one where I am dancing a whole lot? Well daddy got famous from that movie. "
You would smile and nod your head, "Things are going to change a bit, we are going to have to be a bit more private because we don't want the paparazzi following us everywhere."
"Well why not? I like my picture being taken, why can't they take my picture, momma?" Clara asked as her lips formed into a pout.
Austin kneel down beside her, "It's something that you'll understand when you're a bit older, love."
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"Alright let's talk about the kids- as we all know the two of you have two kiddos- yep there they are. Aren't they the cutest? There is Clara and there is baby Jonah, " Jimmy gestures towards the picture behind him.
"God we make cute kids," Austin mumbles as he rubbed your hand.
"Alright, I have to ask what is it like dealing with the fame but also having to be a parent as well? How are the kids taking to it?"
Austin stroked his beard and smiled, "I think becoming a parent is a challenge all by itself- for me personally it has been an experience. You know they say that nothing will prepare you for parenthood- and they are right." He laughed as he looked back at you, "Honey?"
"Austin and I both have tried to maintain as much privacy as we can, we don't want the kids to feel like their entire life is out on display and I think just trying to create a normal day to day to life is hard."
Jimmy nodded his head and adjusted the cards in his hands, "Do the kids know that the two of you are famous? If so what do they think about that?"
"Um I don't think that Jonah knows that we are famous- but he's seen the paparazzi and a few magazines with Austin's pictures in them," you replied.
"Clara knows, the only thing that she is confused I guess is the best word for it is why we have people constantly taking pictures of us. " Austin said.
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pearl-blue-musings · 2 years
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*somewhere in the far off maybe future who knows*
*phone rings*
Bakugou: hello?
Daycare center: We have your child
Bakugou: what are your demands?
Daycare center: are you out of your mind the daycare’s closing soon COME GET HIM NOW
Shinsou, with (y/n) staring at their boyfriend: he forgot to pick up our child didn’t he
Y/n: you think?? I’ll start the car
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capriciouswriter207 · 2 years
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Emptober day 14: Dig
The Goblands had refined the process of digging tunnels, choosing to dig into the walls rather than brave the large caves to expand. Tunnels, especially, formed the artery of the gobland economy. Every day, a new area was being dug out, a new tunnel established.
The newest tunnel- one to Dawn - was too long to be dug out by hand, though. Unfortunately, their tunnel digging machine, operated from afar, had recently exploded.
fWhip had to go down there himself to fix the machine. Some water had leaked into the device and had disrupted the usual procedures. It was an easy fix, in hindsight, and fWhip took some time to inspect the tunnel.
It was wide enough, leaving a tunnel without too many jagged edges. It cut through a larger cave, but they could easily construct a wooden bridge over the gap. And then, at the very end, a good space to breach the surface and hide their secret entrance to the kingdom of the sun.
fWhip nodded to himself. He thanked whatever gods were left that he had the idea for this device, because he did not want to think how much time it would take to dig out a similar area by hand.
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ardri-na-bpiteog · 2 months
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
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sysig · 4 months
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Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)
#My art#UT#Sans#Papyrus#Ft. something smol and I do on a regular basis ♪#This could be Handplates or it could be classic Undertale I leave that up to you lol#I definitely picked up a lot of the style quirks lol - but there are some of the ones that I like myself! Like Papyrus' darkmode clothes lol#And Sans' shorts having the stripe in the front haha - little details ♫#Realistically it probably is Handplates tho just based on where my head's at lol - I love the Handplates dynamic :D#Handplates#I talked myself into it! Pfft ♪#I found myself relating a lot to Sans especially while rereading - I want nothing more in the world than for my siblings to be happy! <3#So I gathered up a bunch of ideas of things especially me and smol do together and this was the most obviously cute one haha#Easiest to do! Tho I did still go a little extra on this lol#I'm trying to do more digital stuff ♪ It wasn't the best art day and I'm still a little nervous to jump right in :')#Not doing any sketches on paper beforehand feels weird but I guess it is thematic in a way lol#And I'm still pleased with how they turned out hehe#It really does feel nice to be drawing them again <3#And doing silly sibling things! Hehe#I dunno how clear it is since it's so ingrained into how smol and I talk to each other lol family language!#One of us will literally just announce ''bonk'' and the other will prepare for/lean in for a headbutt haha#She is a tiny bit taller than me - it's not quite /this/ extreme but she does lean down for me! S'cute <3#I like to think Papyrus would do the same hehe ♪ Let your lazy brother headbutt you! He can only reach so far!#On minimal effort anyhow hehe#It's just a fun way to be silly together ♫♪#Also yes I did show this to her and she cosigned lol - ''Cute'' -smol
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naivegh0ul · 5 months
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thinkin ab being ghost's little assistant <33
Being Ghost's assistant is actually more fun than it seems. Yes, you know he's a scary, powerful man. And he's fired many assistants before you just for breathing too loudly, but he seems to take a liking to you... sort of.
He orders you around most of the time, barking commands at you. "Go get my tea. And don't spill it this time." He grunts. The last time you had gotten him tea, you'd tripped over a wire and spilled it all over your white shirt, staining the fabric and making it see through. Ghost had been more concerned about his tea than the fact that your tits were visible through your blouse.
Like the dutiful little assistant you are, you wander off to the office's kitchen and brew Ghost a cup of tea, adding a tea bag and no sugars. That has been drilled into your head many times, most of those times have you bent over Ghost's desk, your hands pulled behind your back as Ghost thrusts roughly into your cunt, growling down at you about he specifically told you no sugars, and now his tea is too sweet to drink.
Occasionally, he's nice to you. Calling you into his office just so he can have you sit on his lap and look pretty, his chin resting on your shoulder as he types away emails and you lounge on his lap.
Once he's done with that, then he'll push your thighs apart and slip his hand under your skirt, kissing down your neck and along your shoulder as his fingers rub your clit through your lacy panties, his gravelly voice cooing in your ear about how good you're being for him, sittin' so pretty on his lap, letting him do whatever he wants with you.
He can play with you for hours, content to just lean back in his chair and play with your pussy, hiking up your skirt and forcing your legs apart so he can stuff his fingers inside you and make you cum over and over on his thick digits, curling them repeatedly to make you whimper and cry.
But you know his all time favourite thing to do with you is bend you over his desk and spank you. He just loves to teach you a lesson. It doesn't matter how trivial the mistake is, whether it be you messing up his tea again or just a little typo in an email. He'll use whatever excuse to have you in his office, bent over the desk with his hand coming down on your ass over and over.
You know the other office workers can hear your cries for mercy as Ghost hasn't bothered to soundproof his office, but you don't care. You want them to hear, want them to know how he treats you and that you're his good girl.
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vela-pulsars · 6 months
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a little experiment
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man I love pokemon
Decided to find out what’s up with these two and they’re so stupid I love it
-ghost
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wasyago · 7 months
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so, would you?
nothing important under the cut, you don't need to look haha
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kate-bot · 1 month
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a few more little pizza animations!!! they're a little rough around the edges but they were a lot of fun to make!!
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deoidesign · 2 months
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sleeping beauty (available in print!)
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ambipotentsbestie · 2 months
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i need to talk about how much i love the pjo show's way of introducing annabeth's character's backstory, specifically through her getting used to percy's chronic loyalty
the way she attacks him with a hug both times she thought he might've been gone forever??? (the arch and after he returns to chb) this girl who doesn't hold her breath over people staying around for her, who is so so relieved everytime percy comes back to her
the way she is absolutely appalled by percy's insisent reassurance. his "i'm perfectly comfortable with that, people make mistakes" his "people who love you shouldn't treat you like that" his "you are better at this than me, you just are" this is just percy being percy, always seeing the best in people, and never once treating her like she has to prove anything to him to be treated with care
and she's so caught off guard every time!! she tells grover to tell percy to pull himself together. she tells him "i guess so" when he asks if he has to earn it with her too. she is IMMEDIATELY at a loss for words when percy tells her that she's the one meant for the quest. that she's better at this. that he's not trying to sacrifice himself for his own glory, it has nothing to do with him, he's only thinking of her
and that's so new to annabeth!! someone who isn't trying to make her prove anything! someone who from the beginning saw her worth! not someone like her mother, who would see her die because she felt embarassed by her. not someone like her father, who loved her at first and because of someone else, began to not(or at least she thought so). not like Thalia, who made her prove herself, who for all valiance, still died, still left her. not like Luke, who promised family, and then betrayed her.
she's not used to someone who stays just for her
or in her own words,
"He's not like that, he's better than that"
i love annabeth chase
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