#the difference between harness and collar

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥

You had always had the biggest Halloween and spooky spirit — every fall was a haven for you, and this year, you had the opportunity to harness the ultimate joy of surprising James when he came home after a long day. His reaction, however, left you speechless and stunned; wishing for every season to become fall. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☘︎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ 1.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☘︎ Tooth rotting fluff, Bucky is passionate

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☘︎ I died from the cuteness, ngl.

჻��჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ @rookthorne's Fright Night — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The air was warm and filled with the aromas of a freshly cooked dinner. Wood cracked and burned in the fireplace as you sat on the couch, legs tucked under you with a blanket on your lap. It was late in the afternoon and Bucky was due home any minute now – Sam had called him on site for just a favour that ended up taking up the whole of his day. 

You weren’t mad, though. In the time that Bucky had spent on site, you had elected to have some Halloween fun with Sarge and Koda – both of which were cuddled on the couch next to you. Sarge’s head rested on your thigh, and Koda’s head was propped up on Sarge’s back. 

It would have been peaceful. No different than any other night that you spent reading or relaxing, if it weren’t for your stifled giggles. 

Sarge – looking as broody as he always did – was indifferent to the small hat that had black horns sticking up and out from between his ears. Or the red vest with two wings sprouting from his shoulders. A red, pointed tail was sewn onto the end of it and it laid curled next to his own fluffy (and still) tail. 

Behind Sarge, Koda stirred, blinking and huffing as she woke up from her nap. The orange hat she wore had a green stump, perfectly resembling a pumpkin top. Her brown, fluffy body was covered in an orange vest, striped with a darker hued orange to give the illusion of a round pumpkin. She stared at you with her soft, dark eyes, and you smiled. “You’re so adorable, baby girl.” 

Tires crunched over gravel outside and then light flooded the living room of the cabin – Bucky’s truck had just pulled in. Your heart skipped a beat as you struggled to move under the weight of a still slumbering Sarge. “He’s home–daddy’s home, wake up, Sarge.” 

Both dogs sprung to life and ambled to the front door just as the engine of the truck cut out, and the thud of the driver’s door closing sounded. It was music to your ears after such a long day. The dogs yipped and jumped over one another in their excitement. “Down, down, settle–here,” you said, rushing to open the door. “Go on.”

“Hey, love,” Bucky called from the stone path to the front door, but he was looking towards his truck as the alarm chirped. He was still wearing his red plaid jacket and light denim jeans, though they were covered in wood dust, and the bun he had thrown his hair up in that morning before he left was gone, instead, his long hair flowed down his neck and over the collar of his shirt. 

You sighed softly as you watched him shove his truck keys in his back pocket. “I’m so sorry I was gone so long, sweetheart. I tried gettin’ away but you know Sam. And then fuckin’ Steve, I swear to- What the–?” He stopped by the flower bed, his widening eyes downcast towards the dogs that were jumping up at him for attention. 

“Welcome home, babe,” you said, cocking out a hip to lean against the porch rail. “I made dinner–you hungry?”

Bucky stared up at you, slack jawed. “What did you do to them?”

“The dogs?” you asked, arching a brow. “I got them ready for Halloween, James.”

“Halloween,” he repeated as he glanced back down again. “You- When did you get these coats? And the hats?”

“Wands helped me.” The wood beneath your feet creaked as you stepped down onto the path. Sarge and Koda paid no mind to you as you neared – their attention entirely captivated by Bucky. “Aren’t they adorable?”

Slowly, Bucky looked back up at you, then back at the dogs that jumped up his legs. Suddenly, he dropped his work bag and fell to his knees, a wide smile on his face that made his nose scrunch and eyes squint. “They are more than adorable,” he cooed, holding Koda’s face in his callused hands. He kissed her nose then hugged Sarge. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, baby? I would’a picked up some pumpkins or somethin’!”

You watched, amused, when Bucky’s bright eyes widened just as they always did when he had an idea, or a plan. “We need a photoshoot–get your camera!”

“Babe, wait,” you called, laughing as Bucky sprang to his feet and ran inside, presumably to look for your camera. “I can go get some pumpkins tomorrow.”

“No!” Bucky’s yell was muffled, like he was on the other side of the cabin. “We gotta do it now, just look at ‘em.” He popped his head around the door and you laughed – he looked just like his dogs when they were excited about something, a treat or a toy. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just adorable.” Bucky blushed and bounded down the steps. “Do you want to take photos now, or wait for tomorrow–when I get the pumpkins?”

“Both.” He shrugged and looked down at his dogs. “They deserve that–do it every day, if you could. You’re so good at it, sweetheart.”

“Flattery will get you somewhere,” you teased, and you grabbed the camera from his hands. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Let’s take some before it gets too dark and then you can help me plan tomorrow’s shoot.”

Bucky grinned, a beautiful sight, and before he could change his expression, you snapped a photo. “For my personal collection.”

“You can take as many as you want, Clover,” he promised earnestly. “So long as I get to see your pretty face light up while you do it. Fuck, I love you.” You blinked at his words, unable to take them in, and then Bucky kissed you on the cheek before he ran off with the two costumed pooches in tow. “C’mon, let’s go!”

Your fingers brushed where his lips had connected, and your heart bloomed with warmth. If you got to experience his joy just from taking photographs – you decided then and there that you would never put your camera down. “Coming!”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜���𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #rookthorne's works

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is searching for his helm, but this time he goes about it…a different way. And he needs Hob’s help.

See Lucifer is having their centennial birthday party and Dream can’t show up alone. It’s expected that all invited guest should bring entertainment aka a human pet.

Dream is also aware that after his humiliating capture he has to prove himself to a bunch of gods and demons who are going to be laughing at him and gossiping behind his back. He’ll need to appear strong and capable.

At first, Dream thinks about just plucking him out of his dreams and trying to convince Hob it’s actually all just a dream. But it isn’t like Dream knows any other humans who would help. And he needs help.

So he returns to Hob and actually uses his words to admit that they’re friends…and Dream needs a rather big favor.

Hob is shocked but pleased when his stranger asks him to attend a party with him and says yes, of course, whatever he wants. He doesn’t quite realize what it means to be Dream’s companion until they’re descending into hell, Hob collared and on display at his side, to sweet talk the devil into giving back his helm.

Just imagine Hob's face when Dream sits down in front of him at the New Inn and lays his cards on the table. That he wants Hob to come along and be his good little pet for the evening. That he wants Hob to slip into a leather harness and collar, a nice gold chain between his nipples and a hollow gag in his mouth. That he wants Hob’s nice hairy chest and rosy nipples on display for the whole of hell to see.

And naturally Hob says yes. It's been 133 years. He'd dance naked in the rain if his stranger asked him to. And apparently that isn't as unlikely as he'd imagined...

Dream isn't even convinced that this plan is going to work, until he actually walks into the party in hell itself. Hob turns the head of every diabolical creature in the room, and even Lucifer is definitely glancing at him. And gosh, Hob knows how to work the room. He flutters his eyelashes and nuzzles into every crotch he comes face to face with, and allows Dream to haul him around the party on the end of his pretty chain.

Within an hour, Lucifer is offering a deal. There's no need to play the oldest game, no need for anyone to get hurt. If Dream will let Lucifer have Hob - his oldest and dearest friend - for the remainder of the evening, in whatever way they choose, then Lucifer will hand over his helm.

Hob says yes, before Dream can do something stupid, like say no.

And that is how Hob ends up getting fucked in front of the assembled legions of hell, while Dream watches and seethes. Yes he's getting his helm back, but this is torture, and Lucifer obviously knows it. Because Dream has literally just realised that he wants Hob for his own, and the idea of him being touched by another... is far worse than the oldest game.

When Dream finally gets to take Hob and his helm home again, he's nearly vibrating out of his physical form. As he lays an exhausted and overworked Hob on the bed, he isn’t expecting to be pulled onto the mattress as well.

"Don't I get a reward?" He pouts. "I was so good for you..."

And Dream is devouring his mouth, before he can even blink.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #hob x lucifer

[roturo]

MOONLIGHT SUNRISE

summary: You never thought your modeling career wouldn't turn the way it did, but, maybe this new world was a new opportunity to also find love?

warnings: smut, bdsm (mentions of it, but it's not implied yet.), fingering, nipple play, edging, orgasm denial, straddling, modeling au, fashionista?!gojo satoru, model!reader.

IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END.

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“I know you are awake! Open the door! It's good news!” Your best-friend, and roommate kept calling your name through the door, yesterday wasn't a great night. You failed at the mission to be part of some runaways, because 'you don't fit the concept' so what else you could expect? How could you achieve your modeling career?

You opened the door, and your best-friend sprinted towards you, pushing you so you could lay again on bed. “You’ve some job to do tonight.” She told you, grabbing her phone from her pocket, “Oh my god, it's not my time to do the laundry this week- you know-“

“You´re going to a runaway! I got you the job!”

“what??“

And she was right. You got the job! But this didn't seem like a normal runaway at all. You were waiting for the make-up artist to arrive while everyone had already changed into some 'weird' clothes, mostly black and silver, which, you suppose that's the theme... but... some of them, had quite different accessories.

Handcuffs... nipple clamps, harness.... were those pet collars?... gags...

“Oh! You're the newbie! A friend of mine talked me about you.” A man got closer to you, he called your name and you simple nodded. ¨Great! Here, take your clothes, this are some puffy handcuffs, well, because you're new, and we don’t want to hurt those pretty wrists. You can ask someone else to help you put them on, then… we have a black basic satin dress, pretty cute! I know, and a satin matching blindfold. So now go! Fiu! Show me what you got butterfly!¨

W....what? Everything happened in a flash, everything is happening in a flash. He pushed you into what you suppose it's a changing room...

You changed into your new clothes... no shoes... they were doing your makeup, nothing too much, you could see it was pretty natural. ¨Oh dear, you're the new one right? Want me to help you with those?¨ The makeup artist signaled at the shiny silver handcuff, with some puffy black bom-boms, you shyly nodded.

Without you telling them, they also got the blindfold on your head, how were you supposed to see? Man, I don't even know, and they were already telling you to do a line.

They were about 2 people in front of you, seeing by the small space between your blindfold and nose, only seeing the floor and feet. You felt someone slightly pushing you to start walking.

You were praying to god to not let you fall this time, one two three, one two three, was all in your head, toe heel, toe heel, you're doing it great!

Not realizing some blur orbs followed you along.

You thought this was over? Well, too bad for you, because now it's exhibition time so buyers can see what they are buying to play with! Isn't this amazing?

You couldn't see anything, trying your best to stay still, but you swear some woman was examining even the pores of your face. “I've never seen you here? Are you new here?”

She got closer to you, feeling her breathing on your face, she grabbed your hair, twirling it around her finger. “Aren't you cute?” She pulled her finger with your hair, a small whine leaving you. “Get on your knees.”

Her voice sounded demanding, it's like something controlled you. You got one knee down first and then the other. She left an astonished laugh, like she couldn't believe what she saw... not like you can.

“You don't even know nothing about BDSM! What are you doing here?”

You could hear her saying some bad remarks of your posture and how you 'aren't well trained' hearing some giggles at the distant.

She mildly slapped you, causing you to finally break-down, some tears spilling out of your eyes, thanks to the embarrassment, you were scared, mostly because you don't know what you got into.

When you felt you were about to get another hit, another voice came into space.

“Why don't you respect the models who are offering you the little toys you will use for your couple? Or are you jealous they look better on her than in you?” Her hand was tightly trapped by the other persons hand. “You better leave, because security already knows what you did, and they'll get you.”

You heard a huff from the lady, you flinched at the feeling of someone else untying your blindfold to be met with some beautiful blue crystal eyes, some white hair, and a black suit. He might be the handsomest man you ever seemed in your life. He caressed your cheek, tilting your head to the side, searching for any bruises. Then he smiled with no teeth. “Get up darling, it's okay.”

You haven't realized the big height difference between you two until you were completely up.

“Thank you...?”

“Satoru darling, call me Satoru.”

“I can’t fucking believe you!” Your best friend laughed when you told her about what happened, if she’s isn’t a bitch….

“I don’t know how you can laugh at what YOU did.”

“If i’m being honest with you, I knew it was a bdsm runaway, been into that shit for some years now, but I didn’t know the GOJO SATORU was going to be there and save your ass! You don’t know how lucky you are”

“What are you talking about? They humiliated me there! At least they had to pay me as good as they did, and thankfully they also gave me a bonus for the ‘misunderstanding’ And I couldn’t care less about Gojo Satoru, I don’t even know who he is.”

Your friend gave you the same bitchy face as the old lady from the exhibition… asshole. “What do you mean you don’t know Gojo Satoru? He’s like one of the best fashionista’s not only in the BDSM style but, in Europe he’s an icon!”

“So…?” You asked, looking for your phone somewhere in the sheets of your bed.

“So? He’s like your big chance for your modeling career! The next Bella Hadid!” She made a gesture with her hands like a rainbow, while making a serious face trying to imitate a model.

When you found your phone, the first thing you saw in your lock screen was a new text-message from an unknown number, which you showed to your friend and signaled her to open it.

“No fucking way.” Your best friend took your phone out of your hands, she couldn’t believe it.

And no fucking way, indeed. The Gojo Satoru was offering you to work for him, not only as model but as… his sub?

What?…

As you entered his house, because, obviously your friend ‘wouldn’t let you loose a chance like this’, she taught you a little bit of what’s BDSM and how it’s executed beforehand. Something new for you, but you couldn’t criticize people for their sexual preferences when you haven’t even tried it yet.

You sat at an incredible large table on Satoru’s house, (more like a mansion for you), waiting for him. His, what you suppose, assistant, told you to wait there and brought you a glass of water. As you were looking around, Satoru sat next to you.

“It’s a pretty house, isn’t it?” You looked at his beautiful blue eyes, loosing yourself in them, even though you could barely see them with those black round little glasses he was using.

Both of your introduced to the other, more formally, pulling a small chat between the both of you to know each other. Where you work, how old are you, likes and dislikes, you learned he used to be a modeling teacher before he started his formal career as a fashionista, he was also a model, he achieved a lot of things even when he’s really young. He’s really charismatic and funny, made you feel like you known him for your whole life.

But then… He suddenly pulled a folder from down the table and put in front of you.

“You can found the contract for your modeling career, we give you a paycheck every month about 30k, depends on what you do, obviously, if you accept being my sub, that’s the price, if you want to only be a model it would be reduced to 15k. You can also found a paper where you’ll give your consent to what kinks, toys, you would like to use. Depending of how you adapt you can quit or add one. But for now, it’s for the first 3 months, then you could change it.”

…

….

What the fuck. Everything was going great, what happened to hello? How are you? this changed really, really quickly.

Satoru laughed at your innocence, you couldn’t believe what was happening that you didn’t even realized you said it out loud.

“Of course, you don’t have to sign the sub contract now, we can try some more vainilla things, or just model.”

“Vainilla?” You tilted your face, looking at him, you couldn’t deny it, he’s a nice, very nice, looking guy, broad shoulders, long and strong legs, same as the arms, tall, and a pretty smile. You felt really flustered when he defended you from that lady the other day.

“Yeah, vainilla, normal sex, just fuck you and that. Or…are you a virgin?” You felt the blood rushing to your face, how could he talk about this things so normally?

“I had sex… one-two times….” You said, in a shy voice which was barely loud enough to hear.

He chuckled, his hand sliding to grab yours. “Wanna have a third time?”

“Huh?” Did you heard that right? Is he asking you to have sex?

“Do you want me to fuck you so you can see if you feel comfortable?” This time he said it slower, trying to see if your confused face would change into something else so he can know if you understood him.

“H-here?…”

“If you want to fuck here, then I guess that’s okay! Tables can be quite useful” He stood up from his seat, unbuttoning his jacket.

“Wait, wait wait! No!” He took off his jacket, and he laughed. “I’m not undressing myself sweetheart, I can tell how you’re feeling about all this, is something new to you, I understand it.”

“Uh…” You really wanted to try this, it’s something new, and it sparked some curiosity in you.

“We can try kissing?”

“Kissing?” He seemed confused, he thought he would need you known you for some time more, so you could get familiar with him, but as it seemed, you were interested in this new world of BDSM.

“If you’re comfortable about that, it’s good for me, maybe later I can take you for a coffee or tea, depending what you like.” He gave you a small smile with a wink, sitting again.

Without giving a second thought, you stood up from your seat, taking shy steps until you were in front of him. Something about him felt so familiar, you couldn’t understand what made you feel comfortable in his presence, it’s like this was something you’ve done plenty of time. You slowly sat on his lap, grabbing your arms around his neck, his hand sliding around your waist. And like that, you gave him a small peck on his lips. His face was the same as you, shocked, he wouldn’t think you would have the courage to this.

You could see a small shade of pink on his cheeks and ears, making you giggle and give him another peck. This was fun. His hand grabbed your waist in a more possessive way, it’s like it was meant to be there.

His other hand, grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss.

You didn’t meant to rush it, but his lips on yours felt so good that your body started unconsciously moving back and forth, you heard a small groan coming out of him and the hand that was on your head slid down to grab you by the waist too, helping you straddle him.

A small whine left your mouth when the button of his jeans touched your clothed pussy, this feeling was so hard to explain, it just felt so right.

His lips felt just as soft and heavenly as your imagination had remembered, sweet and addicting just like him.

With a sigh, you slipped your hand into his hair, tugging a bit at the soft tendrils at the back of his head.

You nearly shivered at the grunt he let out in response to the action, bucking his hips up to meet yours making you let out a hum of approval into his mouth.

Rolling your hips down onto him in response, your breath caught in your throat as he gripped your hips to guide your movements into his bulge, thrusting up off the bed to meet you as you both let out noises of satisfaction into each other’s mouths.

“How slow do you want to take this?” He asked, almost sounding pained as he panted up at you. The look in his eyes wasn’t one you were familiar with on him; wild and nearly starved.

“I… I’ve just never…”

“It’s okay darling, i’ll help you through it.”

He gets you to lay down on the table, not completely, but comfortable enough. Satoru licks and pecks every part of your body. With your arms wrapped around his neck. He kisses you slowly from your forehead, nose, lips, shoulders, collarbone , and breasts . He stopped for a while, just about your nipple. He glances up at you for a minute , he can see you were showing your vulnerable and desperate body. It wasn’t your intention, but your position and expression showed it all.

A small smirk forms on his lips before he gets under your shirt and starts to slowly suck and lick on your nipple, from time to time. The sensation makes you whimper, but he was going painfully slow with everything. You want him inside of you already and to fuck you hard.

One of his hands slid through your body until your jeans. Unbuttoning them, he inserted his hand through your panties, his fingertips brushed through your folds, coating them in your juices and you whined when you felt him rub slowly at your clit. “how long have you been like this.” his voice was so calm, a contrast to how shaky your breath was.

“When I… I started kissing you.” You gasped and he started applying more pressure to your clit.

“Poor baby.” he cooed at you. “You must be so needy.” his fingers teased at your entrance and you bucked your hips towards his hand, causing him to chuckle.

He eased one of his fingers inside you and a soft moan left your lips, your hips moving to ride his finger, his eyes intensely staring at you. “more.” you whined quietly.

“More?” he smirked and inserted another finger, feeling how your walls clenched around his digits, his hand moving to match the movements of your hips, thrusting his finger in and out of your pussy and you could ear the wet sounds it did.

Your whimpers and moans started getting louder, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder over the fabric of his white shirt and he groaned at the feeling, letting his head fall back into your neck, staring at you with hooded eyes as you fucked yourself on his fingers. not only his fingers felt amazing but he also looked so good in front of you and just looking at him fingering you could send you over the edge. His thumb came up to rub at your clit and your teeth sinked into your bottom lip, the feeling becoming too intense.

His fingers thrusted inside of you faster and deeper, your juices running down his hand as his thumb applied even more pressure on your clit and you were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even kiss him properly anymore, too focused on how good his fingers felt inside you.

“Cum on my fingers, baby.” He broke the kiss for a short second, encouraging you, and then went back to devouring your mouth. your fingers intertwined with the locks of his hair, pulling slightly at it causing him to groan and the feeling became too much to hold it in anymore, he suddenly stopped. A familiar ring coming through your phone. He chuckled at your face. Dry tears covered your face, hickeys all around your neck, and you were slowly moving your hips to gain the friction back.

You left a small whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, he inserted them on his mouth, moaning at the taste. He then grabbed your phone and gave it to you.

“That’s only a preview of what you could get if you accept my offer” And with that, he just winked and left.

A/N: This was really rushed tbh, i thought of turning this into a series, but recently i've been feeling pretty bad with my english, mostly because i think i'm not good enough at writing, or expressing the story the way i would've wanted to be. I have plently of cool ideas, but i can't do them since i feel like they won't be good enough. And that's how i've been feeling about my writings recently, i think they're REALLY bad. So i might take a break, idk, maybe keep trying, or just quit. I'm still thinking about it. So i hope you enjoyed this one :)

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader smut

[cha0s-boyy]

ref for the operator! been working on this foreveeerrrrrrrr there are between 92 and 94 hands in this image (depending if you count "half of two fingers visible")

[ID: a digital reference sheet of a strange anthropomorphic character called "The Operator." there are sixteen fullbody drawings of them in different forms, and one headshot in profile, that matches the design of the main fullbody in the upper left, which is larger and annotated. they are bipedal, with plantigrade legs and a fairly humanoid body (flat-chested with a rectangular body type), a tapered tail, four extra hands floating around them, and a round head with tufts of cheek fur on either side and a rotary phone dial for a face. they also have a spiral phone cord on the back of their head and upper back, and a coin slot on the left of their chest. in their standard form they are red, and wear a blue neckerchief around their neck. the annotations say, "four floating hands," "coin slot," "thick forearms," "legs like flares," "feet like high heels," and, "tapered tail," "functioning dial," "centre hole stylized as moving like a pupil," and "crest like an archangel pigeon." more text at the top of the ref reads, "the retrostatic's sweetheart," "they / them - telephone," and "shape-shifts by dialing up personas." the other forms are: 1. beige with a red neckerchief, 2. red with a blue neckerchief, cap, short-sleeved jacket with a low-cut neckline, and darker red pants, all with gold detailing, 3. hot pink with dark pink gradients on the limbs, fluffy hair on the head, long eyelashes, a thicker, fluffy tail, a curvier body, and wearing pink fur scarf and holding a cigarette holder, 4. dull red with a fatter body with defined bust, wearing a strapless black bodysuit, thigh-high boots, a red devil horn headband, and a heart shape on the end of their tail, 5. hot pink with zebra stripes on their thighs and tail, purple and teal floating hands, a teal leopard print scarf, straight cut bangs, and short pigtails, 6. brown with a broad chest and hair on their chest and arms, 7. beige with their floating hands behind them forming a silhouette of wings, and a halo of light behind their head, 8. black with a leather bondage harness and handcuffs, 9. a dull cofurrylor, wearing a black baseball helmet, a black and white striped baseball uniform, and holding a bat, 10. pale yellow with a green wave-patterned bikini, 11. teal with wavy hair on one side of the face, wearing a flapper dress, a gold cloth belt and headband, and holding a feather fan, 12. golden brown with brown spots on one side of their face and their tail, with a smaller tail and cartoonish dog ears on top of their head, and wearing a red studded collar, 13. dark green with a fatter body and a tentacle for a tail, as well as two more tentacles coming over their shoulders from behind them, 14. gray with a fatter body, wearing a black suit and tie, 15. red-orange with wavy bangs, wearing a yellow, red, and green arrow collar shirt and deeper red-orange pants. the background is red-pink with a velvet texture. /end ID]

#chaos!! #chaos art!! #chaos ocs!! #oc: the operator #weirdfur #art #digital art #digital drawing #furry #furry art #anthro #anthro art #anthropomorphic #furry artwork #ref sheet #reference sheet #anthro phone #anthro telephone #character ref sheet #character reference sheet #oc ref #oc ref sheet #oc reference #oc reference sheet #furrycore

[screamingatanemptyroom]

I am so happy that you are back, but I must ask... What happens if the robot shop end up in the one place not corrupted by captalism...

Thanks @thantos1991 as always, I love my little robot friends and it was fun to write about them again.

Previous parts - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Here we go!

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The store was quiet.

Dx5G7 leaned on the counter and let out a mechanical sigh. It had never experienced disappointment before, it was not programmed to do so, but could find no other name for the current emotion than that.

It heard a solemn ticking noise next to him. A paper spewed out and with the ease of long practice, Dx5G7 picked it up and read it.

“Business is slow?”

Dx5G7 nodded to the question written. “Yes, ever since the magical item emporium opened up next door, we’ve seen a steady decline in our customer base.” It looked out at the window to the enormous building immediately next to them with a glowing neon sign reading “BIG DISCOUNT MAGIC.”

Another paper printed out. Dx5G7 read it. “Should we consider moving our shop?” Cox’s spun around jerkily, its normal ticking sped up to a distressed tone.

“I don’t know, Cox. This discount store opened up next to both our locations… if I didn’t know better…” It paused. “We need a new customer base, maybe get into a whole different type of inventory all together. There's only so much you can do with magical items. But we can't close down." Dx5G7 set down the document in its hand.  “If it was just the two of us, we could probably find work somewhere else and be okay. The problem is…” Both robots looked up as they were interrupted by the sound of thundering steps.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Grag and Abot ran into the room, their combined weight shaking the whole store. Skidding to a stop, two pairs of innocent eyes glowing blue and green stared at them.

“NEW FRIENDS?” Grag looked around, his rocky grin fading as he failed to see any customers. “WHERE?” In its rocky hands were clutched large amounts of balloons.

“Where is everyone?” Abot chimed in, its shiny black exterior currently decorated with brightly covered streamers. “We brought decorations!”

“…” Dx5G7 and Cox looked at each other, and then back at the two. “They are taking a nap.”

“Aww. Hope wake up soon!” The pair gave hugs all around, and then ran to the back again.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Cox spun faster, its gears jerking with the movement as another paper spat out. “You’re going to have to tell them eventually.”

“No need to worry them until we have a plan.” Dx5G7 replied.

Another paper. “Isn't it about time for… him… to show up?”

“After all the times we embarrassed him?” Dx5G7 shook its head. “Don’t be silly…”

CRASH!

The Wizard smashed through the doors, falling to the ground as they opened without resistance, and fell to the ground. Standing up quickly, he brushed the dust off his clothes, which included a khaki pants and a red collared shirt with the “BIG DISCOUNT MAGIC” logo on it.

“Tremble in fear! I have returned! This time I have harnessed the mighty magic of CAPITALISM to destroy you!” He pointed out the window at the overshadowing business outside. “TREMBLE BEFORE MY MIGHTY FRANCHISE OF DISCOUNT GOODS!”

“You started ‘Big Discount Magic’?” Dx5G7 asked.

“Yes, you failed minion!" He grinned evilly. "Are you terrified yet?”

Cox let out a series of happy clicks and spat out a paper. Dx5G7 read it out loud. “So glad to see you! You always bring good things whenever you stop by!”

“NO, I DON’T! I BRING TERROR, I BRING PAIN… I BRING…. uh oh... NOOOOO...!”

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Grag and Abot ran back, screaming in delight. “BOOOOSSSSS!”

“NOOOO!” He tried to run, but was hugged between the two. He quickly cast magic, preventing him from being crushed into powder by the power of their affection.

“WE MISSED YOU!”

“We brought you balloons!” Abot moved at a speed undetectable by human eyesight, and tied a bright red balloon to the wizards wrist. “It matches your shirt!”

“NO! I have destroyed your silly little shop! You will all be out on the streets!”

“Together?” Grag asked, his eyes lighting up. “We ALL go out on vacation now?”

“Vacation?” The wizard spluttered with rage. “NO! I am talking of your destruction!”

“VACATION!” The two hugged the wizard again in excitement. But before any further nonsense could occur, a bright green ray shown down on the group. Dx5G7 felt the pull of a tractor beam, and sighed.

“I guess we ARE going on vacation.”

They were teleported to a space ship. In front of them, on a large golden throne, sat a large alien wearing a crown and a disdainful expression.

“I imagine you are curious as to why I brought you here.” The alien gave out a grim laugh. “It’s simple, really. I am a powerful alien king, and I’m looking for a weak and lowly minion. I need someone who can help me with my important tasks, such as data sorting and abduction schedules.”

The wizard turned red with rage. “I AM NO MINION! I AM A MIGHTY WIZARD!”

“Quiet, minion!”

Grag and Abot looked at each other in confusion. “New Boss?”

Dx5G7 felt his processors struggle to handle all of the new information. Finally, with a shake of its head, it took an artifact strapped to its side and called out. “Traveler!”

A large red portal formed behind the alien king. Dx5G7 turned to the pair beside him. “Grag! Abot! Group hug with the two bosses!”

“GROUP HUG?! YAAAAAAY!” The two rushed forward, and held the screaming pair between them in a pure hug of friendship.

“Now put them in the portal, it’s time for their nap.” Dx5G7 instructed.

“OKAY!” Without protest they moved towards the portal.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m a great alien king!”

“No! You can’t do this to ME! NOT AGAIN!”

The two were dumped into the portal. “Have good nap!” Grag smiled and waved. Abot put some balloons and streamers in after them with a smile that was supposed to be happy but only looked terrifying.

The portal closed and all was silent.

Dx5G7 looked around their new area. The throne room was filled to the brim with treasure and technological wonders.

“What is going on here?” A small group of grey aliens stepped in through the large doors, looking confused.

Dx5G7 glanced at Cox, who pushed a paper out. “Looks like we found our new customers.”

Dx5G7 smiled and greeted the newcomers.

“Welcome, to the Robot Space Treasure Shop!”

#writing #robots #wizard #absolute nonsense #silliness #they are back #fantasy #sci fi #aliens #short story

[born-to-riot]

WIP Wednesday

Since there is exactly one week until the day I plan to post my @polyacotarweek fic, I think it's time I share a little snippet of Nesta's adventure with Amren and Varian.... in their bed hehehehe

TW: NSFW

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[So 900 words may be too long for a snippet but just so you have an idea of what you're getting into, this is the message I sent @acourtofladydeath when I came up with this idea: (I think there is a sore lack of vamren in the community and shall I fix that by having them invite a third? Shall it be Nesta? Shall Amren show her how to harness her potential by taking it out on a needy overstimulated Varian?)

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“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, did we leave you alone too long,” Amren coos to her lover. Varian sits exposed on a simple wooden chair in the middle of the couple’s bedroom. The Summer Court male’s head is hanging low, his white tendrils of hair acting like a shield in front of his face. Nesta did not pick up on any sort of response from the male that indicates that he acknowledges their presence. She takes a quick peek over at Amren and decides not to worry after finding the other female to seem emphatically unconcerned. Nesta watches on silently as the tiny fae takes a couple soft predatory steps towards the subdued male. Nonetheless, she stills to take in the view of the delicious specimen of man in front of her. Nesta can admit fully that she has never really given much thought to Varian before, not really having much time to assess him in the short three months after the war with Hybern. However, now, she can’t seem to look away from the large male’s thick muscular thighs, his heavy cock, his beautiful dark skin–fuck, Nesta feels her cunt throb in anticipation. 

“Baby boy,” Amren releases another coo, causing Varian to finally raise his gaze to meet his Mistresses and causing Nesta to shiver for a different reason entirely. Now, not only does she have a better view of the male himself, a white blindfold and ball gag rendering his sight and ability to speak obsolete; but also she can see his nostrils flaring and his muscles twitching. Nesta is absolutely enraptured in the scene in front of her as she watches Varian suddenly seem to try to lunge in Amren’s direction, the man trying and failing to get closer to her, his muscles bulging in their effort to win a one-sided battle against his restraints.

But it isn’t until Nesta spots Varian’s collar, large and heavy on his neck, that she feels her nipples harden and another bout of wetness starting to form between her folds. Here, on Varian’s neck, in Amren’s apartment in Velaris, was one of the Summer Court’s infamous blood rubies. The massive jewel's weight was supported by a two-inch thick diamond encrusted platinum band. She knows it must sit heavy on his neck, it seems almost impossible that a jewel that large could be fixed upon a collar without falling, but here it stands.

Last Nesta had checked, the source material of Prythian’s most common nightmares had decided to use this ‘threat’ as a paperweight. Although, she can’t deny how much the pathway to her center steams at the thought of the Summer Court male being made to wear a sign of ownership stamped with the ultimate symbol of betrayal of his own court, an invocation of  a feud on a personal level. 

Nesta can’t help but muse over what the thrill of incurring such a depth of loyalty from another must taste like, she wonders too, greedily and needily what it feels like to be such a fearsome predator to surpass the laws of societal expectation. Is this Amren’s subtle yet personal way of invoking her own feud, a remnant of the possessive creature that once roamed inside of her that is furious at the land for claiming ownership of something that she marked as hers. She also wonders heatedly, enviously, what it would be like to be wanted that furiously. Need starts to play at the strings of her core, she can feel it heating and readying itself for something more.

“Don’t be shy now boy,” Amren instructs Varian, the man immediately turning his head in the direction of her voice, clearly desperate for her touch. Nesta would be lying if she said the palpable smell and taste of his desperation didn’t cause her clit to start to throb.

The sweetness of the pair in front of her simultaneously puts Nesta on edge as well as incurs yet another thrum of heat inside of her. Amren is never sweet. Nesta watches on as her mentor finally reaches her lover–no, her pet. Amren looks Varian up and down with a hungry gleam in her eye before grabbing his chin roughly, causing what sounds like a gruff moan to escape the large man’s lips. That’s all it took? Nesta thinks to herself. 

“You haven’t even been touched boy and you’re already sweating?” Amren tuts, roughly maneuvering his chin as she gives him a thorough inspection, the male seemingly keening into the contact despite its roughness. Nesta tries not to get whiplash as Amren softly pats the male’s cheek twice with her free hand before letting it drop to rest on her waist.

“Pathetic,” the ancient one scoffs, finally releasing her other hand’s grip on his chin. 

Nesta realizes that the male in front of her is not the same one that has been a frequent guest at their dinner table over the last couple of months. No, tonight she is not looking at the same captain of Tarquin’s guard nor the commendable battle tactician that she has come to know. Instead, Nesta finds herself looking at Amren’s pet. As soon as the thought crosses her mind though, Nesta is hit by a shudder that rolls through her entire body, a shock of a reprimand from something deep in her core, something primal. No, Nesta reprimands herself, straightening her posture as she starts to make her own way towards Varian. Tonight, he is her prey.

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hehehehe if you liked this then feel free to come back next week to see the full thing (hopefully I will come up with a title before then)

EDIT: im slow so this is going to be posted on the free day!!!!

#wip wednesday #acotar #acomaf #acowar #vamren #polyamory #consensual nonmonogamy #acotar smut #varian x amren #amren x varian #amren x nesta #amren x varian x nesta #vamren x nesta #acotar fanfiction #polyacotarweek2024 #idk how to tag this #poly!acotar #poly+acotarweek2024 #amren acotar #amren and varian #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #varian acotar #I am going to post this and run away #also this is my first smut and I'm pulling out the b*ll g*gs #lmao

[tavyliasin]

Tricks and Treats in the House of Hope - An ATG Side Story, Halloween Special

Haarlep hosts a party with a number of surprises...

Pairing: Astarion/Halsin/Tav/Haarlep/Raphael SPICE Rating: 6/5 Content Warnings: Sex, Bondage, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Biting, Blood, Vampire Bite, Aphrodisiac (consenting), Costumes, Brat Taming, Orgy,  Collar/Mild Pet Play,   

Spoilers Act 3 House of Hope (Mild) Canon Compliance Not in the slightest this was purely for fun. Other Notes What was meant to be a short Halloween special turned into 5k words of a very hot orgy scene which I had far too much fun with! Mood/Music The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, ORION, Linda XO "Orgiastic dances, Nymphs in trances, Yeah, we'll be the envy of the gods above. I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievious And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus"

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Raphael moaned beneath the white sheet. By all accounts this was completely ridiculous, it barely even counted as a costume, but Haarlep had insisted ...

He had been made to keep his human form, brown eyes just visible through the roughly cut holes in the white cotton, the hint of his expression somewhere caught between pleading and anger. "You're not even-" he shuddered, keeping a tenuous hold on his composure, "in a costume, Harlot. "

"Of course I am, Archduke , do I usually carry a pitchfork?"  The incubus let a sinister grin form upon their lips, with a hint of sharp teeth. They were in their usual harness, which had been embellished with a few ribbons and charms to count as being different . Their tail flickered swiftly, striking the "ghost" on the behind. "Good," they drawled seductively, "do keep *moaning* like that and I might give you a treat when we're home."

Beneath the "outfit" that covered him, Raphael was, of course, entirely naked. Well, except for the cruelly twisted ropes, and the various little devices that Haarlep had attached. The incubus made a slight motion with their hand and the intensity of the toy increased, drawing a prolonged groan from deep within the cambion.

"Oh this is such fun~ We should do this far more often." Haarlep grinned wickedly, tying the ornate masquerade mask over their face before pushing open the door to the ballroom. "Now, shall we have you greet your guests?" ---

“This isn’t…do we have to?” Tav looked over her shoulder, the muscular elf holding the other end of the chain attached to her collar. It was very…secure.

“You wished to attend the party, my heart, don’t you think you should dress the part?” He tugged the chain slightly, just enough so she could feel the pressure on her throat. “It’s not like I have a particularly comfortable outfit either, though. I would question Astarion’s taste, but he made quite the offer.” He pulled the chain wrapped around his other chain, earning a small moan from Tav’s left.

“Well,” the pale elf just about choked out, “perhaps I’m having some second thoughts about that.”

The three of them were making their way out to the House of Hope, the invitation was one they couldn’t really refuse. Halsin was dressed head to toe in fine silks, a gold edged mask secured over his eyes and forehead, adorned with sparkling jewels and feathers. The fine cloth was struggling to contain his large form, and he was clearly railing against the ruffled collar at his neck every time he moved. He channeled his irritation towards his partners, however, and had to cast mending on his lower clothing all too often as their reactions continued to rile him up.

Astarion was dressed like a cat, tail protruding from a hole in some rather short and tight leather leggings, leaving most of his legs exposed to the cool breeze. His upper body was still permitted a silk shirt, to cover his back, but the front was left far more open than usual. A little…overexcitement had torn it open when getting dressed, the slight mark of a bear claw on his chest. His collar, a little joke from the druid, read “Meowstarion”.

Tav, on the other hand, was dressed in what might have been called servant’s attire, if said servant worked exclusively for Haarlep. She was almost certain that this was who had sent the outfits for her and the vampire beside her. The collar was sturdy but covered in frills, her top revealing her entire bosom and a hint of the leather straps of the harness underneath. She fussed with the hem of her skirt, desperately wishing for it to at least reach the top of the stockings that rose up to her mid thigh.

“Oakfather preserve me, my heart, I believe I made myself clear already.” Halsin yanked her back to him, wrapping his arm around her throat and growling dangerously in her ear. “Your outfit will remain as it is. I want to feast upon you with my eyes, and if you are very lucky…” He left the sentence unfinished, instead running his tongue along the edge of her ear. “Now, behave. ”

Tav whimpered, the heat rising within her to an unbearable degree as she felt the druid’s outfit straining once more with the effort of keeping his excitement contained. She couldn’t resist the temptation. She rose up on her toes and rolled her hips to grind against him, relishing the gasp of heated breath against the back of her neck.

“Do not tempt me.” He warned, suddenly pushing her forwards again. “We do not want to be late.”

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Haarlep grinned as they looked around at their soiree. It was hellishly divine, they had truly outdone themselves this year with the gifts they had sent out. Even the gith and the half elf were dancing together seductively, neither of their outfits leaving much to the imagination. When the doors opened next, they felt the frustration rise from the cambion “ghost” next to them. They manipulated their little toys again, pinching just a bit harder… “Did you have to invite all of them?” Raphael snarled through gritted teeth.

“Was I meant to leave your favourite client at home? Take a good look at her, Archduke , don’t you want to greet her?” Haarlep’s tail slid up the cambion’s leg, lighting up his nerves with fresh desires. “I can’t have them-” he gasped, the tip of Haarlep’s tail now threatening to join the toy that already filled him, “seeing me like this!” The incubus leaned in close to where his ear should be beneath the white sheet. “But they can’t see a single thing, not with this sheet here. Just keep up your ghostly moans, it’s very in character~” They laughed, an edge of cruelty in their voice as they withdrew their tail once more. The little whine of disappointment was the cherry on top of the delicious treat they were savouring. ---

“Is Haarlep even trying? I thought they’d come up with something inventive… And…Good gods is that Raphael in a sheet?!” Astarion could barely hold back the laugh, stopped only by Halsin looping a finger through his collar and growling in his ear. “We are guests here, Astarion, so remember to be a good pet or you will be taken out into the alley.” He punctuated the threat with a hand at the base of the “tail”, giving it just a little push and drinking in the moan like wine. Astarion didn’t seem to baulk at the threat in the slightest. Instead he leaned back, seductively reclining against the druid’s broad chest and tilting his head back to nibble along the edge of Halsin’s jaw. “If you want to take me outside, darling, all you need do is ask. I can think of plenty that we can do in a nice quiet spot-” “Control yourself,” Halsin groaned, finding it ever more difficult to follow his own order, “or you will be spending the night alone.” He gave the other man a short shove, quickly casting Mending on straining seams once again.

Tav felt a little jealous, or she did until Astarion collided with her back. His theatrical act of holding on to her to steady himself was fooling nobody, least of all Tav, but she let him anyway. She ached for the touch, and the firm grip on soft curves was almost as arousing as the whisper against her neck. “Keep riling him up, darling, and we will have quite the evening ahead of us. I do hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight. Or doing anything tomorrow.” He chuckled, taking just the smallest bite just beneath where her dress exposed her shoulder, quickly covering it up again to hide it from their lover. The incubus approached them, a swagger in their step and a grin on their face a mile wide. “I’m so very glad you could all make it, and don’t you look delicious ~” They were assessing each of the three in turn, sampling the flavours of arousal that were emanating from them even at several paces distance. “There will be time for the grand tour later, but perhaps you should get something to drink first? You do look so terribly thirsty.” Their look was more pointed than the claws they gestured with, a table laden with fine glasses waiting to be taken. Astarion gave the fare a sideways glance, before looking back at Haarlep. “That’s not some kind of rotten trickery again is it? I am dying - again - for a good wine right now.” Haarlep summoned a servant, ironically wearing more than the outfit that was barely covering Tav, who brought a tray of drinks across to them. “No devil trickery here, you are all more than valued guests tonight.” They took a glass and passed it to the almost silent spirit beside them. “Here, even your most gracious host will take a drink, right in front of you.” “Wait,” Tav butted in, calculating several different equations in her head to find the angle they were taking here. “I’ll choose the glass he drinks from, that way we know you haven’t planted one safe one amongst the others.” “Feeling bold today, are we?~” Haarlep crooned, laughing at the audacity of their guests. “That’s fine by me, each of these are the same. Although having you choose the Archduke’s fate, what an interesting thought.” Unseen behind cloth, they upped their wicked game again, giving a brief moment of further stimulation to the cambion. Raphael struggled to prevent his legs from quivering. If it weren’t for the tight ring at his base, the cotton sheet would need to be replaced already. He looked towards Haarlep, eyes almost watering. “The sheet.” He tried to keep the tough edge in his voice. “The costume ,” Haarlep corrected, “of course, I forgot to leave a hole for your mouth. How careless.” They pressed the fabric to the skin of his face and neck, one clawed hand gripping his chin and pulling the cotton tighter. Their other hand traced a lazy line to find the edge of his lips. “Ah, here you are.”

Raphael silently cursed under his breath as the incubus did exactly what they wanted, like they always did. Their claw cut a slit in the cotton in a smooth little line, just enough pressure to drag across his lip but not quite enough to draw blood. They brought their face closer, gazing deep into his eyes like a twisted mirror of all his darkest desire. He could smell the hot cinnamon and perfume, the soap he had massaged into their hair just hours earlier… When those infernal lips came just close enough to his own to feel the heat, yet still denying him the slightest physical touch, he nearly broke his veneer of calm to take the kiss he craved. Haarlep drew back, very satisfied with the helpless look in the eyes of the so-called “Master of the House”, lifting the glass to the newly torn hole. “Drink up, Archduke , taste the fruits of your labour, the treat that the Little Mouse chose just for you. ” He knew it wasn’t poison. That would be pointless, you don’t sacrifice the pieces from your own side of the board without very good reason and something much better to gain. But he also knew Haarlep was not playing idle games. No, the bitch was playing for keeps and loving every second. He caught the Little Mouse’s eyes, and drained the wine without pause. The temperature was both cooling and warming, and that hint of familiar flavour lingering on his lips confirmed his suspicions. It is going to be a long night, Little Mouse, you should have been more careful whose den you walked into.

Tav watched Raphael, or at least the sheet she assumed contained him, drink the wine in one leisurely motion as Haarlep poured it into his mouth. It was almost impossible to make out his expression, but he didn’t keel over. It would be difficult to know if he were simply immune to a poison that would kill her, but she couldn’t seem to find a reason why it might be dangerous. “The ghost isn’t dead,” Astarion said simply, stepping past her to take a glass from the tray, “so if the wine is safe for one undead then it’s safe enough for another. ” Despite his bold words, his first sip was tentative. “Wait.” Halsin commanded. “Like a cat, if you please, Meowstarion.” He tugged the vampire’s chain, encouraging him to face him again. “Meow~” Astarion returned Halsin’s intense gaze and began to lap at the wine, first almost comically with his tongue dipping in and out of the glass, but after a good few sips his motions became slower. Purposefully seductive. The heat was rising in him once again, and it showed both in the provocative way he drank the wine, and in the pink colour rising from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Tav was captivated momentarily, watching the indecent display. Her focus was broken by a clawed hand on her shoulder, the other reaching around her holding two glasses. Haarlep was close enough to feel their heat on her back, but did not touch her beyond the fingers just pressing on her shoulder enough to feel. “You should both have some too, you know. Slake your thirst, there’s plenty of time to enjoy the party.” The way they spoke should’ve been ringing alarm bells in her mind, but even just watching the way her partners were riling each other up was making her skimpy outfit feel like far too much clothing. Haarlep was not blind to any of this either, subtly inhaling the scent of arousal from the hint of sweat beading on her bare skin. They slid around her depositing the glasses in her hand almost without her noticing.

“Come.” Halsin commanded, almost too effectively as he gestured to Tav. She curled herself into his outstretched arm, leaning against his chest and cursing the layers of silks keeping her from the warmth of his bare body. He took the second glass from her hand, inviting her to watch their lover seduce them both now. Tav took a sip of her own drink, finding the flavour pleasantly fruity, with a slight hint of cinnamon and clove that would likely make some overpaid journalist write a full page about ages and barrels. “This is…good…” She muttered cautiously, feeling the delightful warmth seeping through her body, blossoming and spreading into- Oh, shit. She realised too late what the trick was. She could feel Halsin breathing more heavily behind her now, too, the effects of the incubus’s saliva disguised in the wine taking hold of all of them. She looked back at Raphael, wondering if she was imagining the sheet shivering…

Haarlep spread their wings, stretching out and allowing themselves a pleased little flutter. All around the ballroom, glasses were being drained. Even Tav, who had clearly worked out the ruse, continued to drink. I knew I liked you for a reason, Little Mouse, you step into my trap and continue to take the cheese. 

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The soiree had been decorated and laid out to Haarlep’s very specific instructions. Heavy velvet curtains had been hung strategically, disguising the entrances to side rooms laden with cushions, beds, and even…tools… One by one they began to fill, the curtains drawing closed, except from those who preferred an audience. Shadowheart and Lae’zel looked as if they were fighting as they disappeared through a curtain themselves, though it was anyone’s guess as to what methods they were like to use or who was likely to “win”. Haarlep enjoyed listening out to that one particularly, it was…unexpected. Somewhere in a dark corner, a tall human dressed in an intimidating outfit that barely tried to hide a tapestry of scars lead an elf with a white raven into a room which had been laid out with their very specific complement of instruments. That one was Haarlep’s very favourite little friend, and they could tell the man with tentacle tattoos around his eyes would be the perfect playmate for him. The music they would make… They could dance to it all night. Other couples and groups slowly left the ballroom, aside from one pair who were simply dancing. Haarlep wondered if they should intervene, encourage them to drink if they hadn’t yet, but seeing the fiery Tiefling dance with the horned gentleman was in its own way endearing. They were enraptured with each other, in a way the incubus no longer wished to interrupt. They had enough of a banquet already. 

They turned back to their…plate? They had picked out their morsels with care, and seasoned them just perfectly. “Why don’t we all make ourselves more comfortable, follow me~” 

—

Halsin dragged his two lovers behind him, admittedly curious about the incubus and feeling a desperate need that perhaps even two hot bodies would not be enough to sate. His nails dug into his palms as he gripped the chains, the seams in his clothes finally forgotten and coming undone as he marched them into the room behind the devil and the ghost. Raphael walked alongside Haarlep, just half a step behind them, struggling to walk straight. It was maddening, his home, even his body being used by the bastard strutting without a single care in the world. But he was too lust-drunk to protest, and he knew he would end the night satisfied one way or another. In some ways that was worse, knowing that Haarlep was right and usually were, too. Tav stared in wonder, the room was positively decadent, and yet there were so many hidden secrets. It wasn’t Haarlep and Raphael’s usual bedchamber, this place was…different. A pool still sat behind screens on the far side of the room, healing was clearly considered a necessity. Remembering her prior experiences, that was almost a relief. Haarlep gestured to the bed, winking to Halsin. “Make yourself at home, I just have one last loose end to tie up .” Raphael moaned as the gag was pressed against his lips. His arms had been bound beneath the sheet the entire time, he was completely unable to resist, not that he had any intention. He wouldn’t admit it, but he craved this. He needed it. The incubus was extremely good at everything they did. He gave them just one crumb of recognition, a hissed whisper before he bit down on the leather bar. “Fine, Haarlep, do as you wish.”  “Oh, I planned to, Raphael.” The dropping of insulting pet names was as close to a declaration of affection as the two would ever get. There was no kindness in clawed red fingers that scraped against heated skin, drawing down the hooks from above and carefully securing them through tiny cuts made in the fabric. 

Halsin wasn’t sure where to look. He stood on the opposite side of the bed to where the incubus was beginning to make the moaning ghost float in the air, suspended by carefully placed rope, the cotton sheet just barely revealing what was beneath as the spirit was fixed facing the bed. In Between them, however, were his two personal pets, crawling onto the sheets as he tugged their chains to direct them. Astarion’s bare chest looked delicious, and Tav…the blush on every area of her skin was just as enticing. With a quiet rip, more seams were obliterated silks giving way to tense muscles and tenser-

Halsin didn’t notice. He didn’t care. He only wanted one thing. Well, three things, if he was honest. The two lovers on the bed, and the incubus who turned to watch them with a smile, their tail flicking upwards to make the ghost moan once more.

“Drink.”

The command from the druid’s lips reached Astarion’s pointed ears like a drug more intoxicating than the aphrodisiac-spiked wine. He didn’t need a second word.

Tav leaned back automatically, reclining against the soft pillows and tilting her head to expose her neck. Astarion approached her on all fours, crawling as cat-like as he could, swishing his hips to move the tail behind him. He could feel the eyes on him, and he was ready to put on a show. He nuzzled into Tav’s neck, the bell on his collar jingling next to the tag, and ran his tongue slowly along the line of her veins. The noise caught in her throat was almost enough to drive him to a frenzy, and he bit hard, relishing the latest sound to spill from her lips as heated blood poured into his own.

Halsin frowned, the vampire might go too far if he did not remember to rein in his lust-parched thirst. Haarlep caught his eye and simply winked, an unspoken thought passing between the two.

Astarion broke his connection to Tav’s neck as the fiend’s tail curled around his forehead and eyes pulling him back and taking his vision. Behind him, he felt the tail of his costume moving, quickening his breath as the weight of the druid settled on the bed behind him.

“He told you to drink, little kitten, not to kill. The Rat is not to be emptied like your last meal.” Haarlep growled a slight warning, while stroking the elf’s silvered hair.

“I was fine,” Tav gasped, longing for the fangs to return with their incredible heat and the edge of pain that drove her wild every time, “I can handle being a little drained.”

“You will need your energy, Rat. You are dressed as a servant, perhaps it is time for you to serve.” Haarlep looked her in the eye, the searing gaze of the flames carrying several levels of meaning. “Druid, handle your animal.”

Halsin wrapped a strong arm around Astarion’s chest, holding him tight but firm as he pulled him down the bed, stopping as the vampire’s shoulders were just below Tav’s hips. “This time, drink nicely. Just like you did with the wine earlier.”

Astarion thought for a moment about disobeying, but the druid’s hand was already at his “tail” again, stirring it in a way that made him moan loudly even as he began to dip his tongue with swift flickering motions, tasting Tav like she was indeed his favourite drink. Which wouldn’t even be an inaccurate sentiment…

Meanwhile, Haarlep had mounted Tav’s chest, their knees pinning her shoulders and arms to her sides. They licked their finger and held it to her lips. “Show me. You can handle a little more, Rat, I know what you’re capable of.”

The feeling of her lover’s tongue made her mouth open anyway, her breath seeking a quicker exit from her body as her nerves lit up. Tav obeyed the incubus above her, wrapping her lips around their finger, savouring the slight heat and cinnamon, relishing in the feeling of the aphrodisiac effect heating her entire body like a hundred fires lit within her all at once. Still…the look on their face…it was too self-satisfied. She bit down on their knuckle, drawing just the smallest drop of blood that tasted like molten iron.

Haarlep laughed. Somewhere behind them, Raphael rolled his eyes. He knew that sound, he knew it all too well. The Mouse was pushing her luck…but at least this time, it would work in his favour. His own finger still felt warm, the slight edge of pain carrying across through Haarlep’s connection. Using his form like this…it was exciting.

Halsin watched his pet go to work on his other love, not caring much about what the incubus was doing. As long as neither of his hearts signalled their wish to stop, he would continue to indulge all of them. And he was so very intrigued by the huge red wings spread out before him and the long tail curling of its own accord.

Astarion wiggled his hips, an invitation to the man behind him, knowing his usual…preferences. He moaned a little, letting the vibrations of his voice move his tongue more as he continued to savour Tav’s warmth and the way she would writhe beneath him.

The invitation was clear to Halsin, but he hadn’t decided exactly what he wanted… The tail was clearly still stimulating, so that toy could remain in place, but he needed something… The idea sparked in his mind as he saw the incubus sliding their harness to one side. The druid shuffled, glad of the huge bed space they had, and rolled onto his back. He pulled himself up the bed so he was right beneath Astarion’s hips, and tore away all the clothing in the way of his prize with his teeth.

The vampire yelped, almost stopping his work, but a swift grip on his rear put him back to work. Halsin did not waste time either, taking the entire length between his lips and working his tongue in maddening patterns across every sensitive inch.

Tav was in a similar situation, faced with the perfect copy of Raphael’s cambion form. She grabbed Haarlep’s harness and pulled them close, almost choking as she took them too deep into her throat too fast. The sensation, however, was intense. She stubbornly kept going, delighting in the words of praise that rained down from above her, encouraging her to keep going. She was almost certain she heard a spirit whining pitifully somewhere off to the side, too, but her mind - and mouth - were too full to give it a second thought.

—

Raphael hung in the air, eyes fixed on the scene before him. All four of them were ravenous, insatiable, and Haarlep was feasting on their desire as well as his own. They looked at him again, a wicked smile curling across their features, and finally gave the quiet permission for him to transform.

Red wings wanted to spread behind him, but Haarlep had planned ahead. Slack rope that had sat around his shoulders was now taut around the wings, preventing them from doing anything more but helplessly struggle. The rest of the bindings had just enough give to account for the growth of his body, and the only thing left free was his tail. He flicked it in the air below him, the end the only part sticking out from beneath the sheet. He knew Haarlep would have no time for him, so he curled the tail up between his own legs and took a grip to mirror what the Little Mouse’s lips were doing, eyes fixed on her every motion.

—

Mouths, lips, tongues, they all danced in the night’s soiree. Haarlep conducted the infernal orchestra, feeling an intense power flooding through them as their favourite Rat and her Vampire were both overcome by the waves of intense pleasure. They held back from their own precipice though, denying Raphael his own for now. No, that would be too easy.

Besides, the most interesting participant at the end of the bed had been too busy giving to receive. Haarlep sensed his would be the most delectable climax to sample, the sheer lust emanating from him was palpable even to those without the incubus’s senses.

Tav gasped for air, partly from having her mouth full for some time, and partly from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body without mercy. Haarlep moved off her now, kneeling to one side and waiting patiently for the other two elves to finish, drinking in the sight of the larger man taking every last drop from his pale lover.

“Do any of you wish to stop?” Haarlep looked over with a smirk, knowing the answer even as the others still licked the moisture from their lips.

“More.” Halsin nodded.

“Now.” Astarion gasped.

“Please.” Tav whined.

Somewhere above them, the "ghost" whimpered his agreement.

It took only a few minutes for Haarlep to reorganise things to their satisfaction. They lay on their back for once, arms behind their head, looking towards the three before them. “Rat, you should be prepared.”

Tav swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. But she was nothing if not determined. The incubus saliva had certainly helped. Behind her, Halsin and Astarion were readying themselves with scented lotion and careful fingers, and in front of her the incubus was licking their hand once again.

“Not for your mouth, this time, Rat. No, this will make things…easier.” They caressed her hip with one hand, whilst plunging their prepared fingers deep within her core.

Tav wasn’t sure she needed the extra lubrication, she was already a mess, but she soon felt the other effect of their saliva. Tense and heated muscles began to relax a little around his fingers, allowing for more to slip inside, stretching carefully. The groan from behind her told her that the situation there was hardly any different. The desire within her to be completely filled was becoming insatiable. The incubus merely smirked at her.

“You are so very delicious~” They whispered, so only she might hear. The words alone had her voice mingling with her heavy breaths, not forming any language but that of pure lust.

It wasn’t long before Astarion’s hands were caressing her back, his lips coming to meet her shoulders and kissing lines of affection up to her ear. “Are you ready, darling? For us?”

She nodded, understanding the meaning in his words. Haarlep guided her hips to above them, lowering her down carefully, slowly, so she could feel the friction of every ridge. Flush to their body, they were not done.

“Closer, Rat.” They pulled her body forward, leaving her exposed to the lover behind her.

She was grateful for the incubus’s ministrations now, as Astarion carefully lined up and gradually entered her, groaning himself as he felt the incubus against him.

—

Raphael watched on, almost impressed as well as overwhelmed by the phantom tight feelings gripping him harder than his own tail did, as the last of the four manoeuvred on his knees, entering the pale elf with a gentle care and delicacy. The “tail” had long since been discarded, but most of the clothes remained on. Well, except for the druid’s. Muscles, and more, had long since turned the fine outfit into little more than rags, only the ruffled collar and cuffs remaining in one piece.

It was an utterly debauched sight. He strained at all of the ropes, desperate to feel more, to be where Haarlep was, where any of them were. He was not entirely immune to Haarlep’s abilities, and it had been hours since the toys had been set to their dastardly work on his body. He needed more, wanted more, he tried to cry out around the gag loud enough for the others to hear but their own lewd sounds were drowning him out.

—

Haarlep glanced over at their captive, deeply satisfied with how needy he looked. They grinned wickedly as they licked the tip of their tail, curling it around beneath them. They were delighted with their work, seeing their favourite toy filled with not one but two of them, moving in tandem and making her feel every single nerve and muscle as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure from their motion.

The druid on the other side of the complex equation was adding to it all, matching the pace that the incubus set at every turn, taking his cues from them and savouring the pleasure of both of his lovers. Haarlep wondered, perhaps, what the man might be like on his own, but that didn’t matter now. They considered this a test of his worth, to see which would outlast the other. Perhaps not a fair test, as the elf only had one partner clenched around him, whilst Haarlep not only filled Tav but ground against Astarion inside her, their own tail teasing within them at the same time just to add to Raphael’s torture.

Indeed, Haarlep was almost completely overwhelmed. Every room in their halls was filled with a similar scene, pleasure echoing off the walls, seeping into every stone, heating the hells themselves far beyond their usual searing flame. For once, it became hard for them to hold back. This was their finest hour, their masterpiece, the culmination of multiple carefully laid plan coming to one excruciatingly delicious climax. — The ghost was the first to lose the game, spilling forth across the floor from where he remained hanging, breathless, helpless, and utterly satisfied. Tav had lost count of the amount of peaks her pleasure had reached, but when she felt the shuddering climax of Astarion throbbing inside her, her head damn near burst. The white hot pleasure was followed not long after by the incubus adding to it, pulsing through the aftershock and leaving her entire body weak. It would have been impossible to say who won between the incubus and the druid, as Halsin roared like a wild beast the moment he felt his lover tighten around him with his own release. He held on tight to Astarion’s chest, soothing him through the intensity, pressing loving kisses across his shoulders and neck even as he was overcome by his own mind shattering climax. 

— They almost collapsed in the aftermath, sprawling out across the bed, unable to form words, just sounds, the odd giggle as the intense pleasure subsided. Halsin gathered his lovers into his arms, one either side, and lay holding them close, soothing them and caressing them with gentle hands. Haarlep glanced down at the trio as they went to release Raphael from his bindings, even indulging him by carrying him over to the pool when his legs refused to stay upright. It took a while before the lovers on the sheets were ready to move to the healing waters, Halsin supporting them both with his arms around their waists, their own arms linking behind his back. Haarlep noted, with some approval, that the man didn’t even seem fully satisfied. They guessed he might well be able to continue far longer, had his partners had any ability to move at all. This would be something to consider later… They spent a long time resting, tending to each other, gradually coming down from the dizzying heights they had ascended to in Haarlep’s little game. By morning, a lot of exhausted but satisfied bodies were leaving through the portals, and barely any still had the clothes they arrived in. Fresh outfits had been laid out in each room, almost in anticipation of this very outcome. The sight of so many walking home might have been described by some as a Mass Exodus of Shame, but there was no room for shame in Haarlep’s domain. They smiled and waved, knowing their delightful little trick meant they wouldn’t need to feed again for weeks. Although, they wouldn’t mind a little treat …

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If you're wondering "where in the hells was Gale for all this", honestly? He might've been accidentally left at camp. He got a one shot and a side story sequel later so I consider that I have made it up to him now.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #haarlep #bg3 raphael #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #a tav's guide #astarion #halsin #halsin x astarion x tav x haarlep x raphael

[cy-cyborg-draws]

Pets in Sauvias: Velociraptors

When you don't have animals like wolves to domesticate into dogs, who becomes man's best friend? Well Velociraptors of course!

In my pathfinder 2e setting, Sauvias, Velociraptors (or "velos" for short) were domesticated a few thousand years ago to serve as both companions and working animals. They have been bread to aid their people with a number of tasks, from hunting in packs and helping farmers direct their hadrosaurus herds, to pulling devices known as basket-sleds, a type of carrage-like device used by the smaller people of Sauvias to navigate through the dense jungles in the centre of the continent.

Wild velos are typically between 30-40cm tall with sandy brown coats, but through domestication, dozens of different breeds have been created that range in both colour and size, with the biggest reaching a little over 60cm tall.

And of course, the people of sauvias have found a number of ways to show that their feathery friends are a part of the family. Some choose a classic leather collar or ankle band. Others choose decorative fabrics adorned with their family crests and patterns to tie around their necks like a bandana or waists.

Others use intricately designed harnesses with the family crest engraved into the clip and decorative beads, and those who live in regions with dangerous aerial threats often put capes with eye-like markings and armour on their pet velos in a hope to deter predators.

Mechanics

Of course, Velociraptors already exsist in the base Pathfinder 2e game, and the velos of Sauvias use the same stat-blocks as them, with smaller breads of velo using the weak variant stats and larger breeds typically using the elite stat variant. Players can also have a Velo as an animal companion using the existing Dromaeosaur stats.

Image Descriptions:

[ID 1: An image of a feathered velociraptor with a sandy-brown coat, pale brown underbelly and a darker brown stripe running down it's back. Above it is the Sauvias Logo and in the background is a height chart, showing this velociraptor is about 35cm tall. /End ID 1] [ID 2: 6 images of Velociraptors in the same pose as the original on a brown background. The top left dinosaur is the one from the first image, labelled "wyld", to it's left is a raptor with light brown fur and dark white and brown spots, labelled "Spotted". Below those two are more brightly coloured velociraptors. The one on the left is a rusty red with a yellow stripe starting at it's eyes and running down it's body, all the way to it's tail, labelled "Drakari Red". The one on the right is mossy green in colour with yellow-ish green speckles on it's back labelled "Herali Green". The final row shows two black velociraptors, the one on the left is entirely black, labelled "Night-feather", while the one on the right has white spots on it's snout, around it's eyes and down it's back, labelled "dotted". /end ID 2] [ID 3: An image of two more velociraptors facing one another. The one one the left is black with a leather collar around it's neck and on it's right back leg. On the left is the pale velociraptor with spots, wearing a light-blue bandanna and a large piece of fabric held to the raptor's waist with a leather belt. /end ID 3] [ID 4: two more Velociraptors facing eachother, wearing accessories. The one on the left is the green velociraptor and is wearing a leather harness adorned with gold and turquoise beads. The one on the right is the original brown velociraptor wearing grey, stone-like plated armour over it's neck and a turquoise cape shaped like moth wings with false-eyes on them. /end ID 4]

#Sauvias #Pathfinder 2e Homebrew #worldbuilding #cy cyborg draws #disabled artist #my art #queer artist #id in alt text #digital art #dinosaurs #dinosaur #velociraptor #pathfinder #ttrpg #pf2e #pathfinder homebrew

[furshrimps]

Today's scootering was pretty good! I found out that we can move more smoothly if I keep more distance between the dogs and the scooter if we're side by side, so they don't get tangled in the leash so much. Still a work in progress, but we're making progress. What wasn't so nice was that someone behind us with two dogs got close enough for my dogs to get triggered, so much yelling ensued. 🙄

I'll still have to think about Sammy's gear, though. Bats can wear a harness (and maybe I should look for something more suited for this kind of activity, even though technically they don't pull the scooter, but I'm thinking more and more he actually likes to pull 🥴), but Sammy so far never accepted any harness (he just stops moving altogether IF I even managed to put it on him in the first place; but it sits directly on his shoulders which is where he has the disc issues, so...), which really isn't ideal. He also seems to have more issues with a wider collar, so I'm using his slip-on collar which is not a great option and which I wouldn't even think of using in different circumstances. Not sure how I'm going to solve this :/ maybe a short bungee part between the dogs if I can find one, but I'm not sure if that would even help that much considering Sammy's size.

Finding an appropriate harness for Bats would likely be a challenge, though 🥲 I don't think I could find one just like that due to his size, so it likely would need to be a custom made one...

#sam the papillon #bats the chion #I'm kind of tempted to take Bats on a single round some time #I think he would like to get al little bit more speed than what's possible with Sammy #scootering walk

[artwithoutblood]

What kinks do the characters have?

let's try tackling this one. nsfw under the cut

erebus: vers sub (leans bottom)

uniforms

breeding [mostly likes being the one doing it]

he has a lot of control issues? it's different from aeron because he feels like he's never been in control, so being able to be in control while being soft is played into everything

light sadism

crying (him doing it)

he's a brat but he doesn't even realize it's a kink thing he's just like that.

genesis: top switch

sensory deprivation

he is a soft dom when he doms i will say that. he just likes to hold your face and tell you how well you're doing

toys

praise (giving)

multiple rounds? fuck bro idk what a kink is that's like a knot in your back right

aeron: dom top (least likely to fuck on this list actually)

knives/blood

overstimulation

costumes and elaborate outfits. clothed sex on top of it.

crying (making you do such)

not sure if this is a word or a particular kink, but the ritualization of sex? so sometimes tying you up plays into this

praise (giving). they can be surprisingly soft.

dorian: switch vers (leans top)

garters/harnesses/etc

bondage

voyeurism in the way of taking pictures and filming? i don't know the word for THAT specifically

teasing/begging/etc (both sides)

clothed sex part 2 (there are parallels between the two red guys)

foreplay lovr

ambrose: bottom sub

degradation

edging

roleplay

aphrodisiacs (he puts some in his drinks)

candles/wax/heat

kayn: dom top

lots of biting!

leashes and collars

really rough sex

pred/prey shit

brat taming

cockwarming

#not safe for the gallery #go wild girls. #kayn ask #genesis ask #ambrose ask #erebus ask #dorian ask #aeron ask #again this is not my area of expertise. i'm just some guy with a computer.

[gvfleetwood]

An Early Christmas Gift

Josh Kiszka x fem reader

I wrote this last night after editing Anyone just as a cute little stand alone thing so enjoy!

Mention of sex, reader being tied up/restrained MINORS DNI

“Wait you like that?”

You over at Joshua lying beside you and nod. “Yeah I mean I’d love to try that,” he’s silent now, biting his lower lip and just looking at you. You can try to read his eyes all you want but you still can��t seem to tell what he’s thinking.

“I’m sorry It’s just- I’ve never thought about doing it that way, you know tying you up. Me being the dominant one…” Joshua shrugs and you just giggle at how flustered this makes him, and lean back into the mattress. “Josh, we don’t have to do it I mean it’s definitely something I’m open to but it’s not a big deal.”

He doesn’t say another word about it, he only pulls you into his arms and presses his face into your shoulder before you drift off into sleep.

It isn’t until about a week later, Joshua goes along with Daniel to the mall to pick up some Christmas gifts when they pass by a sex shop. Josh doesn’t even look at the name of the shop, just stops in front of the open door and stares at the back wall covered in artificial body parts and different shaped leather garments.

Josh is by no means vanilla, in fact he loves letting you take control, ride him, and make him whine but this is something completely foreign to him.

He’s never really been very dominant in bed, always enjoying how sexy and ethereal a woman in the throws of ecstasy is but this opens a new door for him.

“Josh? You okay?” Daniel looks between one of his best friends and the inside of the sex shop. “Are you gonna go in there?” He asks casually and Josh shrugs and swallows hard. “I dunno if I should I mean-“ he’s silent for a while trying to come up with an excuse as to why he should (or shouldn’t) walk in there.

“Well hey, it can’t hurt to take a look right?” Daniel nudges his friend and walks past Joshua into the sex shop.

For you. It’s all for you. He takes a deep breath and. Follows his best friend into the shop like a lost puppy, too afraid to be separated and risk seeing something that might ruin him forever.

“Hey guys! Welcome in, but before you shop around can I look at your guys’ ID’s?” The kid behind the counter calls out and Daniel smiles, walking right up and pulling out his ID. Josh stumbles behind and does the same.

“Do you two need help finding anything?” Daniel shrugs nonchalantly and looks over at Joshua, amused at his friend’s anxious aura. “I’m just looking but I think Josh here might have something specific in mind,” Danny says and elbows Josh who shrugs. “Uh yeah…” he looks between Daniel and the kid behind the counter and a look of realization crosses Danny’s features. “Oh! Yeah I’ll go look around while you Uh… talk,” Daniel saunters off in the direction of the edible panties and chuckles under his breath. As soon as Daniel’s out of earshot, Josh leans forward.

“My girlfriend she… she recently expressed to me that she may enjoy being tied up,” Josh nearly choked on his own saliva while saying it and he looks over his shoulders to make sure nobody can overhear him. The employee chuckles and nods. “Oh dude, that’s no big deal, we’ve got all kinds of ropes, collars, harnesses, and handcuffs, let me lead you over there,” he says and Josh follows the kid whose name tag says Zack towards the aisle at the other end of the store. “Is it your guys’ first time trying this?” He asks and Josh nods. “You may want to just start with handcuffs, these fuzzy ones are good because they won’t scratch up her wrists…” the image of your wrists in the pink fuzzy handcuffs that Zack hands him makes Josh feel dizzy all of a sudden.

“And if you want to go a step further, this rope is actually meant for skin,” he pulls out a wad of soft rope and hands that to Joshua as well. “It’s not that itchy abrasive shit, it’s better and it’s thick so it will be easy and quick to untie,” he says and Josh nods along, head fuzzy with all these images of you tied up in his bed.

Poor Joshua can feel his pants tightening but he pretends to ignore it as Zack continues on. “Anything else you’re thinking about getting?” He asks and Joshua’s eyes narrow on a pair of tiny pink thimble shaped plastic pieces in a clear plastic package.

“Nipple clamps?”

Zack nods. “Yeah these are beginner ones, they’re gentle but they use suction to stimulate the nipples,” he explains and Josh grabs them without a second thought. “Okay, I think I’ll get these too and that’s all,” Josh says and Zack leads him back over to the counter and checks him out. “So Christmas gift?” Zack asks as he places each item in a discreet, brown paper bag. “Yeah something like that, she deserves it she’s too sweet for me,” Josh says and Zack nods and hands him the bag. “Well, here you go, man. Good luck with those,” Joshua chuckles and nods. “Thank you,” as soon as he walks out, he sees Daniel with a brown paper bag as well. “Looks like we’ll both be lucky then?” Danny says and chuckles and Josh nods.

Josh thankfully gets home before you’re home from work and he hides the paper bag in his music room in one of the desk drawers before starting to cook you dinner.

Another week later and he decides he can no longer wait until Christmas. It’s been a week since Joshua has touched you, a week since you’ve felt him and it’s killing you, he’s turned down every single advance for a week.

It’s. So unusual for that man to ever stop thinking about sex so for you it’s one of two things 1, He’s hiding something from you, something that makes him feel guilty enough to turn down sex or 2, He’s about to break up with you.

Either way it’s not good so you decide to sit him down and get it over with.

“Joshua, I just want to talk about something, we haven’t had sex in a week and I know a week isn’t that long for most people but for us, it’s an eternity,” Josh nods, reaching out and holding your hands. “Please don’t think I don’t want to it’s just- This is going to sound dumb,” I shake my head. “Please it’s killing me to not know,” I say and he nods in defeat. “Well, mama I bought you something for Christmas and I was going to wait until then for us to use it but I suppose it can’t wait,” Josh gets up and leaves the living room and you remain seated and confused.

Are you supposed to follow him?

You remain seated anxiously until he comes back only seconds later with a brown paper bag. “Open it,” he hands It to you and you look inside to see the rope, pink fuzzy hand cuffs and nipple clamps.

“Woah this is not what I was expecting,” you say with a chuckle and pull all of them out. “Is this about what I said a couple weeks ago?” He nods and you feel yourself nearly burst at how cute he is. “You really want to try this with me?” Joshua nods eagerly. “I want to at least try it and see how it feels. Plus, ever since I bought this stuff I’ve been thinking about it nonstop and it’s beginning to drive me mad,” he says and you giggle. “Oh yeah?”

Joshua slowly nods and leans forward capturing your lips with his.

#greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #danny wagner #jake kiszka #josh gvf #sam kiszka #jake gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #gvf ships #gvf x reader #josh kiszka gvf #gvf #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka x reader #gvf fic #greta van fleet ships #josh kiszka imagine #gvfincorrect

[maevethewerepuppy]

Puppy HRT Part 6: One Small Step for a Pup...

A story about a trans woman named Hailey starting the HRT process - only without realizing that she signed up for the Government's new Pet and Work Animal Renewal Project, where the hormones she will be taking will not just feminize her, but also turn her into an obedient pup for her roommate Kara.

Content Warning: • Normalized Petplay • Brainwashing • Unrealistic/Unsafe Hypnosis • Mistress/Pet Relationship • Darker Themes • Dubious Consent

Okay so, this one is where the NSFW parts really start to come in. Just a fair warning about that. Also at 2043 words, this is the longest part yet! I'm gonna try to keep up at this length in the future, so it may take longer for me to get parts out! -Mae Woof I whimpered softly as Kara clipped the leash to the pretty trans collar around my neck. The emotions that were building up inside me had only grown more confusing since I’d started on the new hypnosis files a few days ago. I was anxious, scared to be going out into a public space nude for the first time, even if it was just a dog park. Being told that I couldn’t back out of this or say no because ‘if I keep you in here alone with no exercise then you won’t be able to develop or socialize properly!’ hadn’t helped.

On the other hand, my rapidly wagging tail and perked up ears betrayed the other side of my emotional state as she gently tugged on and made sure the collar was secure, following up by checking the rest of my harness. When Own- Kara has stared to call for me at the front door telling me we were going out for walkies, my heart had leaped and fumbled on all fours to try to get over to her. The excitement and eagerness I felt was completely in contrast of my more human emotions, but I went with them regardless.

The new harness I wore across my body still felt weird, pulling my legs up in a way that made me crawl around on my hands and knees with my feet pulled back as much as possible against my butt, and a pair of paw-mittens on my hands to protect them, but restrict my ability to use my fingers. Kara had been helping me sort out how to walk properly with myself bound up like this, and it was awkward, but there was a constant buzz of pleasure when I managed it without falling. It was still exhausting and had worn me out for the last few days. Today was going to be even more difficult given we would be going outside, and dealing with people staring or interacting with me was going to exhaust me both physically and socially.

Kara opened the door and gestured for me to head out in front of her into the hallway of our apartment building. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone out in the building as we made our way to the elevator (she didn’t want me trying stairs yet) and rode to the bottom floor. With it being relatively early in the morning on a weekend there wasn’t many people out and around as we made our way through the humid morning to the dog park nearby. I’d personally never been, though the mention of it had made my tail wag happily the entire way there.

The walk itself was strange, there was so many new scents to the world and a lot more yellows and blues than before, everywhere around me. I never really noticed how the apartment was growing in the direction, but with the stark difference with how I remembered the outside world it was so much more obvious. But the smells! It was like an entire world I’d never noticed before! Everything smelled so different and unique, even between different trees that otherwise would be the same. There were numerous times where my ears would perk up, and I’d strain against my leash as I found myself sniffing every little thing we came across. Sometimes Kara would let me sniff for a short time before I moved on, and sometimes she’d just keep walking and let the collar get pulled by the leash along with her and I’d yelp before hurrying to catch up with her.

I was so distracted with the exploration that most my anxiety and worry had been melted away by the time we reached the dog park. As we entered and Owner closed the gate behind us, I noticed that there were a couple other people standing at one of the benches, and another ‘dog’ running around the open grassy area. My ears focused away from the conversations that was happening between the People as Owner leaned down and unclipped the leash from my collar. I glanced up at her before running out into the field, sniffing around as I began to explore once again. How had I never noticed these incredible scents that brough the world to life!?

I was so lost in the puppy mind space that I only noticed the other dog – a woman slightly older than me wearing a harness like mine, with a braided paracord collar around her neck. She didn’t have implants like me, her big, floppy dachshund ears seeming to rely on the hairband set that was seemingly braided into the weave she had. Her similarly fluffy brown tail was a plug, pressed firmly into her ass as she came up to me.

“Wruff?” Her head tilted to one side as she came closer, sniffing around me as we took each other in for a moment. I was nervous again now; ears pivoting straight up and tail straight on end involuntarily as I glanced towards Ow- Kara. She was busy talking with the two other people and not paying attention. The feeling of a nose pressing into my exposed ass caused a yip of surprise as I turned around with wide eyes at the other dog. She just tilted her head in the other direction. She moved so fluidly like a dog, like that harness holding her legs back and paws were just natural extensions of herself as she padded up and pressed her side against mine.

I hesitated again, not pulling away before she could give a soft lick up against my head, just behind one of my ears which flicked at the sensation. I watched a grin crawl across her face before she nipped at one of my human ears playfully and ran off ahead of me, stopping after a few paces to see if I was chasing.

Something about the whole interaction caused my mind to short circuit, critical thinking leaving me once again as I fell back into that world of smells and new sensations. A playful growl escaped my throat before I could even realize it and I was bounding clumsily after her. My new play partner barked happily back as I stumbled after her, running rings around me. She let me get good looks and as time went on it became easier and easier as I stopped trying to think and just let those puppy feelings and mannerisms take over once again.

She kept leading me around in that playful chase, always careful to stay one step ahead of me as we played, before letting me catch up and tackle her to the ground where I’d end up licking some part of her, before nipping her back. I’d try to run off, but she always caught me with ease and chose the most erogenous zones to get me back, like on my newly puffy nipples, my soft dangling length, or the ears again. It felt good to return the favour on her nipples, or the back of her butt when I could, but those times were much rarer in turn. Nothing more happened beyond that though, just two puppies playing around in the early morning sun as our owners talked under the shade of a nearby tree.

Eventually, another dog, a German Shepard man, joined us. He was a big one, with implants like mine. His owner when she let him off leash was a petite but fierce looking woman with an Army running shirt on, and her hair pulled back.

He immediately came up to us and got to sniffing me. He wasn’t gentle like the fluffy lady had been, but being handled around by his large bulk felt oddly good as he pushed both of us down in turn. Soon, the lady-dog found the confidence to playfully nip him with a wide grin on her face before running off like I did, and that set off a chain of events that led to the three of us wrestling along the ground. There was play-biting, lots of barking and much more, though this didn’t end nearly as innocently.

Soon, I found myself sandwiched between the girl below me and the large Shepard above. I found myself whimpering as he grinded a massive uncut throbbing length against my exposed ass, as my length in turn was grinded against the woman below me. My brain was being absolutely overwhelmed at the feelings as my completely unprepared body was burning with the needy want to be filled by this massive male.  

“Lyka, HEEL.” The petite woman yelled in a loud drill voice across the open field, the Shepard perking up and trotting back to the woman like the interaction never happened. I rolled off the dachshund lady and rolled to my feet. The tone she used caught even my new friend off guard seemingly as the entire playful atmosphere left us. I trotted back up to Owner with my tail tucked between my legs, my ears likewise pulled back against my head.

“Sit.” Owner said softly with that firm tone in her voice that made it so difficult to resist her commands. My rear dropped to the ground, and I looked up as she gave me gentle rubs between my ears, her long fingernails able to scritch just right as I let out a contented whine. That needy feeling in my body had yet to go away, but I knew right now wasn’t the time to start asking. My throbbing cock said that enough for me. “Good girl. I think it’s time to go home.”

“Whuff!” I barked in agreement. There was a lot on my mind, so many different feelings that just didn’t fully compute yet as my remaining human parts of my mind took their time to understand what had just happened. As we were walking back, I matched Kara’s pace and stayed close to her side as I softly spoke, only loud enough for her to hear.

“I… I feel really weird… I really wanted that…” I whispered to her, still trying to sort my thoughts out even as my body followed my existing conditioning to just walk naturally on all fours.

“It’s okay puppy, that’s just something we need to talk about. I didn’t think you were ready yet for it, but it looks like we need to have the talk about the new needs you are going to feel.” She said softly back, hand holding the leash reaching down and giving me some reassuring rubs behind those fluffy ears of mine.

“New needs…? Like what…?” I whimpered back, my focus drawing away from the experience and back up to my owner.

“Well, puppy…” She said softly with a glance down to give me a soft smile, “Part of training is your sexual obedience. You aren’t just a puppy; you are also a companion. My companion, to be specific. So part of that is learning all my desires sexually, and being obediently ready for any time I want to use you.”

“Oh…” Was all I could return. If I had been told that a month ago, I’d probably have protested and fought it, but right at that moment learning that felt… Like learning something about myself I had known was there for a very long time. Like what she had just said was a truth I’d known but forgotten about. My tail tucked between my legs again in the shame that built up. I should have known that! I was trying my best to be a good dog, and I didn’t even remember that I was supposed to do that! How could I have-

Owner could see that I was having a hard time and gave a small tug on my leash that grounded me back to reality and the moment we were in now. “It’s okay if you didn’t know that pet. You are still learning, and I’m so proud of you for being such a good girl today. You don’t need to worry about the sexual training right n-“

I returned the favour and cut her off with a slight bump against her leg, giving a big smile up with a bark to match.

“Please… Train me in your sexual needs. Woof…!~”

#puppygirl #pet pl4y #puppyposting #bd/sm pet #pet pl@y #dumb puppy #hypnokink #kink story #trans nsft #queer nsft #creative writing #nsft writing

[bluenpinkcastle]

20240406: the History of LEGO Castle day 097. 6047 / 6099 Traitor Transport / Traitor Transport with Cave (1997, 145 / 146 pieces, 93 / 94 different parts) DRAGONS!!!! The Traitor Transport and the Traitor Transport with cave is mostly a light gray wagon cage with a decorative red roof and yellow and black highlights built on a black base with brown 33mm wagon wheels pulled by a black dragon with trans neon orange wings. This set comes with three minifigures. -The Bat Lord has a black helmet with bat wings on either side, a yellow minifigure head with an inverted "V" hairline, pointed eyebrows and mustache, a light gray cloth cape with bottom fringes and a black bat with red accents, black arms with a printed red torso with a yellow and black collar, five vertical black lines with rows of yellow dots, a silver belt, dark gray legs with a black belt, a chrome silver sword, and a trans red 4L antenna pole with a black bat on top. -The next minifigure for this set has a red torso with silver scale mail print and black arms, plain blue legs, a yellow minifigure head with brown bangs, mustache, and beard, a black knight helmet with front grill, and a medium white feather plume. -The last minifigure has a black axe wielder helmet, yellow minifigure face with black bangs, mustache, and forehead tuft, a printed light gray torso with red Fleur de Lis pattern, dark gray legs with a black belt, a black whip, and a triangular Fright Knights shield. The black dragon, which is built from a body, two arms, a tail, a top head, two trans neon orange wings, and a trans neon orange flame and the body appears in three other sets, 4818 Dragon Rider, 6007 Bat Lord, and 6097 Night Lord's Castle. There's not too much in the way of rare or unique parts in this set but the light gray horse barding with ruffles and printed red design with black harness lines was only found in this set and 6097 Night Lord's Castle and this is the first appearance of the light gray triangular Fright Knights shield with a black bat and red highlights on a silver background with a red border (which appears in five other sets, 5383 Castle Accessories, 6031 Fright Force, 6087 Witch's Magic Manor, 6097 Night Lord's Castle, and 9376 Castle Set from Education and Dacta). The brick built attachment for the dragon to the wagon is the most articulate wagon harness we've seen yet, allowing for the most versatile movement yet. The dragon can even be next to the wagon, facing the opposite direction! Also, this is probably the easiest to use cage or dungeon from the castle subthemes yet :) The only difference between 6047 and 6099 is the large studless dark gray dragon cave that came with 6099 (not pictured here). Parts inventory for this set can be found at BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions is available on ToysPeriod.

#lego 6047 #lego 6099 #lego traitor transport #lego traitor transport with cave #lego fright knights #lego castles #lego #lego castle #lego history #lego castle history #history of lego castle #lego system castle #lego castle system

[call-me-sins]

(tw: Bodily harm, noncon)

Jax let out a screech, something more like a wounded animal than a person, as the scissors sliced through his thigh.

"Yes, he is quite noisy. I knew you guys would love him." Fox's smooth announcer voice rang in Jax's ears. They... love him.

His legs trembled, his breath heavy. They love him. He laughed. He couldn't help it, the thought was insane and charming. His little bit of sanity slipped through like sand through his fingers.

"Wow, look at that. He's already broken in." Fox said lightly, standing behind Jax. He grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks as he turned Jax's face towards the camera. He was hooked to the ceiling by his wrist, frilly underwear holding on by a thread. "Anything to say to your adoring fans?"

Jax was suddenly overcome. He'd dissociated, and now forced to face the music. He racked his cloudy brain for an answer. "H-hi. God you guys are sick." He said. He'd given up on begging to be saved. He laughed and sobbed. The thin fabric was soaked between his legs. God, why was he wet. He shouldn't be wet.

Fox let out a light laugh. "Isn't he just adorable!" His tail flicked happily. "Look at him. Wet in all the right ways." He released Jax, unhooking from the ceiling and letting him fall to his knees, the thread that was holding his undies snapping. He felt so exposed. "Hm? Oh, you want me to use him? Well."

"Please, please, Fox. S-someone. No more, no more please." His mind couldn't decide on a solid self, instead a blur of everyone he'd been. What was fucking happening. He couldn't control his voice, his body, oh god. He couldn't remember anything but pain. "Please please please." He begged. "Someone! Please!" Maybe if he screamed loud enough he'd be saved again. Like when his arm was cruely ripped from him.

Fox ignored him, humming a bit. "Interesting, interesting requests. Maybe next time, TrashPossum. Ah, I know. Why don't we play around with an old scene? Don't worry, it'll be different. There's a poll! Which hole should we fuck?"

Jax sobbed and laughed as his pleas were callously ignored, watching as the chat filled. "No, no no please." He laughed again. God this was so fucked up.

Fox turned to him, holding up an object... "Now sweetie, do you know what this is?"

Jax looked at it, sniffing and trying to blind away blurry tears. "A... dildo?" He asked.

"Correct! Wow, you're so smart. It's a tentacle dildo. You know, like hentai!"

Jax felt his stomach churn. It wasn't too big, maybe it wouldn't hurt- Fox started to putting it in a harness. "Open wide!"

Jax wanted to scream, shake his head, something. Instead his mouth opened obediently. He gagged and cooked as it was shoved down his throat. He can't breath he can't breath. He started to panic, squirming.

"Hey, hey, calm down. This isn't even the bad part! just let your body get used to it. Breath through your nose. There you go." As Jax started to relax something else was attached to him, needle like points poking into his neck and putting everything to a halt.

Fox lifted him, making him stand. Jax gagged as the collar poked into him. He wanted to beg, but all he could do was sob and sniff.

"Let's see, which won. Ass? Fantastic." Fox said, leaning over Jax. His hands gripped his ass, pulling the his cheeks apart. Jax tried to squirm, scream, something, instead all that came out were sobs as Fox rubbed his cock against Jax's back. "I know, he's so small!"

He started to press against the tight hole. Jax trembled as he waited for Fox's cock to violate his body, pressure building. Then, a light laugh from Fox. "Well this is a problem! He might be too tight. Need to warm him up a bit."

Fingers slipped to Jax's delicate parts, caressing sensitive flesh. Jax glanced at the screen, a blur of bright light through the tears.

Hands started to push into his ass, Jax squeaking as he was violated and stretched roughly. "Good, good."

After a moment the fingers left, leaving Jax trembling and sniffling. His relief was short lived as Fox's cock was pressed against him, forced inside and stretching him. He can't he can't oh god. He can't breath. He sobbed, trying desperately to relax so his body wouldn't be ripped apart.

Fox started to pant. "Fuck you're tight." Why was it getting thicker. Oh god why was it getting thicker. He trembled, leaning back into Fox and the spikes poked into his neck. It hurt so much. He just wanted to be held.

"Oh~ good boy." His hand moved to Jax's chest, pulling him closer. Jax held onto him desperately. "Good boy... watch the claws."

#btd #btd2 #tpof #ren hana #the price of flesh #boyfriend to death #guro cw #tpof announcer #tpof ren #tpof fox