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A vibrator that buzzed to the beat of the music you’re listening to

A metal song with a breakdown would be insane

"After The Great Hunt", a SWTOR fanart

Shameless spicy drawing of Waran'ye my Cathar BH and Mako, did this like in March of 2023????!!! Sketched on paper, colored on Krita. Based on one of my fanfics.

Anyway, Do not repost or use without permission.

for a tiktok challege, the skin color is my favorite color, the eye color is my birthstone, the hair color is my shirt color, and she has 6 eyes bc i wear glasses

NSFW minors do not interact!!

"i missed you so much, bug, i missed doing this"

*angry horny grumbling*

(art by me)

It's Cold Outside.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: A stranger has weaseled his way into every aspect of your life.

Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con/dub-con (the reader is under the influence of aphrodisiacs but non-consensually), the reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns respectfully, threats of violence, stalking, manipulation, Chrollo the Creepster, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 2.2k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

(You’re The) Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley

Salvatore by Lana Del Ray

Who Is She? by I Monster

Kiss Of Fire by Georgia Gibbs

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

4:00A.M. by Taeko Onuki

How I’d Kill by Cowboy Malfoy

Sonne by Rammstein

The Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd

“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground

*~*~*~*

i. “Technicolor worlds with white clouds are bound to be destroyed by silver snow.”

When you step into your house, it is like you are instantly transported back to a year ago. Everything in sight, from the walls to the shelves, has decorations of some kind, whether going all out with the kitchen table having an entire feast of delicious holiday treats made by your grandparents, or just a green and red painting of a Christmas tree placed in your older sister’s usually monochromatic room. Perhaps the painting is yet another way she proves that she can somewhat react well to requests to change her room a little bit. Even if the painting is on the farthest wall from the door and is partially hidden from view by the many anime figurines and books larger than your head. Your mother claims that it is a miracle she convinced her to put up any holiday decorations in her room at all and thus doesn’t bother her further. 

Each room also has a different festive scent, your younger sister’s room having a hot chocolate scent mixed with the smell of piled up dishes on her desk, most coming from when she was ‘helping’ your grandparents cook by ‘testing to make sure the food isn't poison’.

How heroic of her to sacrifice herself for the family.

Your room, you think, looks much better than your sisters’ combined, having decked it out to the maximum by taking out all of your Halloween decorations and replacing them with Christmas ones. It took you the whole weekend, sure, and caused you to break the bank, but your love for accessories outweighs your logic and reason by quite a lot. Your beloved record player is back on your table that also simultaneously houses your television and jewelry playing Elvis Presley’s Blue Christmas. A wreath larger than your torso is on your door and your room smells like all the holiday air fresheners you found in your closet. Pine, peppermint, orange, lemon, cranberry… all mix to make a beautiful festive scent unmatched by even your parents’ bedroom. Everything is how it should be, and how it always is every year.

Well, almost. A man named Chrollo, a man who gives you anything but comfort, has been invited to your family-only yearly Christmas party. When your father, who has always been too protective of you and your sisters and never lets you spend time with the opposite gender, told you that Chrollo of all people would be attending, you tried to argue otherwise. You tried telling him that none of you had known Chrollo for so long, but he had rebutted Chrollo’s lie that you had known him for over a year with you two developing a close bond. You realized it was too late then, and Chrollo had charmed your entire family, with even your older sister always having a smile on her face whenever she saw him at her workplace. 

ii. “Like actors, each snowflake has a different role to play. They sing along with every step of a boot as a deceitful way to express their pain.”

The moment the doorbell chimes, its piercing resonance assaults your eardrums and causes an unsettling shiver to course through your spine.

You find yourself in an unsettling situation as your family eagerly awaits, and to your dismay, you are the designated individual tasked with the responsibility of opening the door. You two are such good friends, aren’t you? We wouldn’t want to get in the way of your bonding time.

You want to say he is lying, to tell them everything, every threat he has told you, him meaning them or otherwise. But as soon as they know of what Chrollo really and truly is, they will meet a painful end; that being pushed onto train tracks, their drink being laced with a poison that destroys the body from the inside out, or having nails thrusted into their bloody palms as they hang on their bedroom wall as you look in horror. Elton, Anya, and Robert all being examples of such… You don’t want to think of the bodies just waiting to rot around the Riverbend, your fault or otherwise.

You also don’t want to drown in this river. A river inhospitable to any aquatic life whatsoever, and only harbors a barrier of carnivorous plants that eat those who dare come close. Butterworts, large lilac purple ones that feel like they have been dipped in the most tempting butter mixed with forbidden fruit and honey produced by none other than the queen bee herself. Are you the fly, or are they? You have no idea, and you don’t want to find out.

“Hello.” Your response is concise and devoid of warmth, with a noticeable absence of your usual cheerful demeanor evident in your expression and tone.

Chrollo's smile is so sinister that even the most depraved devil's grin would pale in comparison, with all the large gift bags behind him swinging like a tail.

“Ah, [First]. Happy holidays. No need to be so cold, you know. The snow is already doing that for you. So-”

Despite your strong desire to slam the door in his face, you choose to step aside and allow him entry, in an attempt to silence him.

“Put the gifts by the tree by the kitchen table. The white table and not the black one.”

However, rather than fulfilling your expectations, all he does is elicit a burst of laughter so unique that it resonates within you, while discreetly handing over the most colossal gift bag, compelling you to accept it as if under some intangible force.

“Just a little something. I know it’s customary to wait until later but… I simply can’t help myself. Open it whenever you get the chance, dearest.”

…He means right now, in your room, doesn’t he? Perhaps he installed a camera in your room as you slept, he has certainly threatened to do that before. Or maybe he will just spy on you through the little space between the door and the frame. He has done that before, after all. 

…

You resisted the urge to scream when you saw a picture of your mother sleeping blissfully, the camera focused on her ring finger with the caption Should I take another souvenir? written on it, but the card, as beautiful as it appeared with a lace envelope and your name written in script on the card’s cover above Chrollo’s, proved to be even more of a challenge. When you read the words on it, your heart plunges so deeply that you fear your gastric acid will erode it.

Save your tears. For even if you cry to the whole world, it will never be enough to make me disappear. Meet me outside in five minutes, and make whatever excuse you deem necessary. No exceptions.

As you begin to read further, a wave of fragrant and delicate floral scents envelops your senses, instantly igniting a warm sensation in your head, leaving no time for contemplation.

Trying to ignore your slight dizziness, you read the rest of the card.

Just a little something to make sure you do this. We wouldn’t want your family to see you in… what state you are about to be in, do we?

…Just what did he do to you?

iii. “With the burden of wintertime ending, nature spends time creating beautiful trees and flowers. To accompany them, she makes twisted vines and weeds, for she knows that without them there cannot be balance or purpose in being comfortably numb.”

You were on your back, on his bed, within what felt like one second, not remembering the car ride over to his place, your wrists pinned beneath the strength of one of Chrollo's hands while he looked down at you within another, his other undoing the tie of the bandana on his forehead and showing you, for the very first time, of the cross tattoo underneath it.

All you can do is watch your whole world slow down and be replaced by a dream.

A blissful and sweet dream, as sugary as saccharine and as dissolvable as cotton candy, that is a veil and covers your eyes from what is happening; until it is too late, until you feel some of his fingers go into the band of your skirt and start pulling and pulling, downward, and that is when terror went to combat with your unwanted lust.

“...What… are… you… doing…? Chroooooo…” Your words slur as your mind buzzes with euphoria, and you can feel every sensation in vivid detail, every touch and every breath feeling heightening and intoxicating. As much as you want to, you can’t tell him to stop, not now.

“Shh, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” At least that is what you think he said, because as Chrollo spoke, you struggled to decipher his words amidst the haze that enveloped your mind. Reality fragments, leaving you unable to muster the strength to plead for him to cease. “It will feel oh so very good, I promise. Very, very nice and very, very good.” With that, you come to realize the wetness between your rubbing thighs, amidst the cloudiness and the larger-than-life headache that rips your skull apart. “Do you trust me?” The voice sounds almost heartfelt, not as intimate as it could be, but it was still more than enough for your hands to cling to him and pull him in closer, faster, so he could relieve you of this hell. “I will assume that that is a yes.” His hands move to the two buttons on your blouse, undoing them with ease, softly, gently, like it was a baby bird. 

“Faster… faster…!” You feel like a man who hasn’t seen water on any day of their life, and if you lose the location of the oasis you are sure to never find it again. 

Like a man lost in the desert, you choke on imaginary quicksand, soon to drown if water does not save you.

“Aw, such a precious little thing, aren’t you?” You are gently flipped over in an instant and he unbuckles your bra, quickly. 

“If you love me… really love me… make me feel better… please.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” He flips you over again and his fingers lower to your panties, pulling them down from your trembling legs, just like he did with your skirt. “You trust me after all, don’t you?”

You cry out yes after utterly desperate yes, as he watches, his smile getting wider as he starts undoing his belt. He puts a finger on your lips after he has heard enough, shushing you gently.   

“Then trust me when I say that this, my dear, is for your own good.”

Beneath the surface, whether it be shallow or not, you have no desire to comprehend his intentions.

You don’t want to know. You just want this to go away.

iv. “Through discoveries, there is a hint of madness that enters our minds. Only then can we see our world’s colors change from squid ink and bone to begonias and finches.”

Chrollo undoes his belt, then his pants, and then his boxers. You focus on his face to ignore what is currently nearly touching the side of the mattress by a hair or two, hard and enlarged and slightly pink and-

He takes off his shirt button after button, much, much, much slower than how he took off the rest of his clothing. There exists a deep-seated anger within you, yet it is accompanied by a sense of gratitude, as both you and he are aware of your mutual aversion towards this situation.

Despite both of you being aware that this is not your desired outcome, he still kisses you, gently, full of warmth, and tenderly. What you truly desire is to satisfy the ache within you. But he won’t give it to you yet, will he?

Time seems to drag on as his kisses get faster, and more hungry, with his tongue essentially becoming another of your muscles, wet, and neither wanted nor unwanted. 

Eventually, you get what you want, after enough begging for him to just get it over with. At the beginning, there is a gentle caress resembling a warm and velvety rose petal. However, as time progresses, the touch becomes increasingly forceful until his fingers enter. But it does not hurt. Should you be thankful for that? At least he is being nice.

He starts thrusting, and that also does not hurt. No soreness. You won't feel any discomfort until your eyes meet, causing a sensation that almost makes you want to throw up, were it not for the illicit satisfaction this dreadful encounter brings. It's a peculiar kind of pain, one that lingers like a ghost stealthily gliding through walls, catching you off guard before you can comprehend its presence.

Nothing hurts, and that in of itself gives you the most pain anyone could imagine. 

v. “Heat lightning gives way to summer storms and verdant wind. This makes for a hauntingly beautiful melody of ripples and thunder.”

“…And this maiden, she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.”

vi. “The dead, fallen leaves of autumn come in many shades from bright red to a dull brown. They flow with the wind from one place to the next as invitations from those who passed on to the living.”

Housewarming (NSFW) (Bunny!Izuku x Reader)

Summary: Izuku comes over to spend the weekend helping you finish moving into your new house. You learn a few things about the habits of rabbits, including just how deep the rabbit hole goes. (bunny!Izuku x reader) (smut smut smut smut smut)

Warnings/notes: fuckin. just straight up fuckin. biting, hair pulling, tail and ear pulling, oral (giving and receiving), uhhhhh reader has tits and a vag but gender is not confirmed. reader and izu are both switches, praise kink with reader receiving, uhhh I think that’s it? a gratuitous amount of focus on the fact that bunnies wiggle their noses to express interest in things.

A/N: so uh. I’ve NEVER written smut before so please be gentle. but I had a conversation on discord the other night with some of my lovely wives. that conversation started something like this:

the following is how the conversation ended. (writing smut is apparently much easier with live audience commentary, i’ve learned.)

Word count: 8100+

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Spending weekends with Izuku has always been at the top of your list of favorite things, pretty much second only to the man himself. Can anyone blame you? Your rabbit-eared best friend (read: longtime crush) is pretty much the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, his mom is a wonderful woman, and often, you feel more at home curled up with Izuku on his bedroom floor (neither of you ever want to take the bed only to leave the other on the floor, resulting in a history of cuddling each other to sleep and entirely defeating the purpose of sleeping on the floor to begin with) than you do your own house most of the time.

Spending the weekend together has been a monthly ritual for the two of you for years now, beginning in your last year of middle school (consisting of an extremely flustered bunny) when you still lived in the same apartment complex. You’ve since moved and the years have been kind, the innocent ritual remaining steadfast no matter how busy you or Izuku got with school or training or any matter of thing.

Only… This weekend is different. Because in the past, the two of you were always in the dorms or at his mom’s apartment. There were always people somewhere nearby to pop their head in and offer fresh cookies or join in beating you at Mario Kart or put in a noise complaint if you laughed too loud.

In a way, there were always limits.

This weekend is the first in your new house, bought for a surprisingly low price that you can assume is the result of being relatively small and not in a very desirable area.

This weekend, you’re completely alone with him.

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hello! this piece is about you and yoshikage kira living the married life. he’s one of my fave characters to write. i love the hand man so much. 

yoshikage kira and his lovely, new wife are adjusting to married life. he now has to deal with this beautiful woman every day. how does he manage? 

warnings ??? nsfw, slight breeding kink, he’s a lil cold, 4.9k+ words

Melodies of muted variety escaped in sweet hums. Tender and loving, like your new role in the Kira household. The man who you decided to marry was uncanny; his charm and almost everything about him seemed to be veiled in cryptic mystery. The chops of the cutting board soon overpowered your own gleeful singing as you finished with the onions that would go into tonight’s meal. The muse for your crooming, which was a softened radio, continued in song, ignoring your hesitance. (e/c) eyes would attentively flick to the clock, understanding that the position of the hands meant something other than time: Yoshikage would be home soon!

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trans!Eddie getting teased and pegged within an inch of his life by his partner (up to u if they’re a cis gal or trans guy!) plz 🤞 - bonus points for the softest of aftercare!!! Luv u and all the work you’ve done for the fandom! 💕

(i was like hmm maybe i'll write this and not be too bothered and now i hath beeneth consumedth with lust anon you awakened something in me asndndnsn...

reader is left pretty ambiguous but has a strapon lol also i hope this is decent okay goodbye lololololol.)

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Eddie's cheeks turned bright pink.

"You... want to - what?" he stuttered.

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms over his wide shoulders, standing on your tippy toes to place your lips next to his ear.

"You heard me."

Eddie swallowed and looked down at you, his chest rising and falling a little more erratically than a few seconds before. The blush of his face spread to his neck as he lifted one of his hands to scratch at the side of his jaw absentmindedly.

"Please," you pouted, "Just a lil' switcheroo. Just this once," you rubbed the back of his neck. He let out a shaky breath.

"I - this..." he licked his lips, trying to catch his train of thoughts, "I'd, uh, love to do that."

A small smile crept on his lips, his eyes glinting. You grinned.

"Feeling shy already?" you wrapped your arms around his waist and tugged him closer to you. He gasped as you bumped your hips against his and winked. Then he twisted his face into a grin and chuckled, one thick eyebrow quirking up. He fixed himself pretty quickly, you thought.

"No. Try me, darling," he licked his lips and bent down slightly, "I'd love to see you try and make me squeal."

You slid your hands down to his ass and gave a playful slap, rubbing him through his trousers.

"Is that so?" you laughed as his breath hitched, "I'll make you my bitch tonight, Mr. Gluskin, and there's nothing you can do about that. Look at you blushing already."

Eddie blinked, his lips parting slightly, his blush deepening into a blazing crimson. You just smiled wickedly, smiled knowing he was craving for you to dominate him. Just for once.

"What's the matter, Eddie?" you clicked your tongue, moving your hand to his clothed abdomen, tugging at the waistline of his slacks, "I think you've been wanting this for a long, long time. Don't get all frigid on me now."

He shuddered against you, his grip on your shoulders tightening. You leaned against his ear again.

"You know you want to get your ass fucked, hard," you muttered.

That was it. For a moment, he stood still, his breath coming out in short little grunts before he grabbed your wrist and started pulling you to the bed in the corner of the room. You laughed.

"I knew it."

"Shut up," Eddie grumbled.

                                     ×

You bent down to reach for his thick wrist and tugged at it, gently, encouragingly.

"Touch yourself," you purred as you rolled your hips, slowly, sensually and heard him whine, "Touch yourself for me while I fuck you."

Eddie groaned, throwing a flustered glance over his shoulder and as you saw his face you seized the opportunity to smack the front of your hips against his, burying yourself fully inside him. He grunted, his neck craning as he reached one burly arm along his stomach and between his legs, touching the tender, swollen flesh of his lips. You felt your core clench around nothing as a hot flash of pleasure washed over your loins, watching him take you so well, his greedy ass swallowing the length so wonderfully.

"So fucking good for me," you sighed and began shallow, short thrusts, enjoying how his hips trembled, "That's it, keep rubbing it. No one can fuck you like I do."

"Darling," he breathed out, stroking himself with two fingers, the obscene noises making his face get redder and redder, "Oh, darling."

"You take this dick so well, Eddie. Such a good boy."

He bucked his hips back at you, groaning heartily, slumping forward on the mattress. You laughed, smacking his right buttock firmly as you watched the phallus attached to you disappear in and out, in and out with lewd, wet noises that mingled with sharp snaps of flesh against flesh. You giggled when you felt his fingers brush against your inner thigh as he fingered himself. You bit your lip to stifle a moan when you felt his fingers grab onto the softness of your thigh, giving it a little reassuring squeeze before Eddie resumed his attack on his own pleasure. You kneaded the flesh of his hips, giving the side a little slap as you snapped your hips forward, fucking his ass in shallow pumps. With every thrust, Eddie let out a little gasp, his head now buried into the filthy sheets, his ass up as his hand desperately clung to the apex of his thighs, rubbing so fast his large hand was a blur in your eyes. He was close. You could tell it from the way his pale, milky skin was perspiring, the way his moans became higher in pitch, the way he rutted back into you, arching his back sluttily as you pegged him.

You grinned.

"Ready to cum?"

He whined.

"Please, darling, just let me - ah, fuck," he cried out as you slapped his ass and drove yourself deeper into him, "Let me cum," he panted when you splayed your palm over the tender flesh of his ass, rubbing the redness softly as you watched little beads of sweat roll down his back.

"Mhm, what if I just stay right here," you stroked his sides, bending over him and kissing the back of his neck, "Just like this, not moving at all."

You giggled at his desperate moan.

"Move," he grunted.

"What was that?"

"Fuck me harder," he growled into his balled up fist as he jerked his hips back against you, needily, "Don't you dare stop."

You hummed, pulling out of him with a wet pop and he shuddered.

"Turn around," you whispered, gripped his hips and rubbed the skin, "On your back. I wanna see your face when you cum on this dick."

Eddie moaned, craning his head back to glance at you before rolling over on the bed, adjusting himself on his back, muscles taut and chest heaving as he spread his legs, his erect flesh throbbing as you slid your hands on his inner thighs, pressing them down closer to the mattress.

"That's it," you cooed, "Such a pretty sight."

Eddie grumbled.

"I'm not gonna be able to walk for a week," he said under his breath and folded his twitching hands under the back of his neck, his blue eyes fixed on yours as you grabbed the strapon and guided the soft plastic between his cheeks. You grinned.

"We can stop now if you'd like," you winked, letting the tip rub against his entrance. He swallowed thickly and shook his head, eyes wide.

"That's not what I meant!"

"You wanna cum, don't you, Eddie?"

"More than anything," he sighed when you slid your thumb against him and flicked his turgid flesh and his legs trembled as he threw his head back.

"You wanna cum on this dick?" you bent down to grab his jaw, digging your thumbs into his skin, feeling slight stubble as you took his breath away with a sloppy kiss.

"Yeah-uh," he nodded feverishly into your mouth, his other hand reaching between his legs to mingle with your little flicks and strokes. You rolled your hips forward, entering his ass as your index finger found his other entrance, pushing inside gently, filling him completely.

"Beg for it."

His blue eyes were glistening as he panted against you.

"Please move," he screwed his eyes shut and moaned as you buried yourself to the hilt, "Please."

"Louder," you curled your finger and gave a languid lick to his cheek when he turned away from you, fisting the sheets underneath him.

"Fuck me," Eddie whined, "Fuck me, fuck me, please let me cum."

You smiled against his jawline.

"Good boy."

You straightened your back, finger still inside him and started long, deliberate thrusts inside his asshole as you curled your finger against his throbbing, warm walls. Eddie moaned, his own hand on his flesh, stroking as he writhed underneath you, thick, muscular legs swinging on each of your sides as you gripped the back of his knee with your free hand and drove into him from a slightly upward angle. Such slutty moans from the blushing man underneath you. It was hard to believe such needy sounds came from your big and brave and handsome romeo.

"You're such a whore for me, Eddie," you grinned, snapping your hips forward and adding a second finger to his sopping hole. He let out a keening wail, looking down at where you were currently ruining him completely, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the sight of the thick length attached to you pumping in and out, in and out. It was too much for him.

The harness dug sharply into your skin, but you didn't care, not when you were so close to breaking him completely.

"Come on, that's it," you grunted, pressing your weight into him, "Let all those moans out. Good boy."

Eddie let out a throaty groan as you fucked him senseless, the rhythmic sound of your hips hitting his ass echoing in the cold air around you as you pistoned into him, your fingers rubbing his insides as he stroked himself, all sweaty and hot - you could get used to this sight.

"Please, please let me cum," he choked on his own breath and lifted his other hand from behind his head on his chest, rubbing the skin, "Fuck, I'm so close, fuck, darling."

You giggled, bending down to kiss him, picking up your speed as you pumped into him. He moaned into your mouth. You let your teeth linger on his bottom lip as you whispered a command into his mouth:

"Cum. Now."

His moan was high-pitched, whiny, needy as his thick fingers rubbed him to completion and you felt him clench around your fingers as his hips stuttered and trembled, but you didn't stop your thrusts.

"Oh - god - don't," Eddie hissed from between his teeth, his orgasm thoroughly wrecking him as his upper body lifted from the mattress as you fucked him to completion, praising him as you filled his holes. You felt him gush against your fingers as he let out a breathy: "Fuck!"

His orgasm was so long you had to stifle your laugh at his teary eyes as he finally slumped back on the mattress, his legs falling to the mattress with an undignified thump as his fingers stilled and his chest rose and fell in short jerks.

"Breathe," you shushed his little whines as you pulled out of him, bending down to give a kiss to his stomach before rubbing his thighs tenderly, "Breathe, you did so well for me, Eddie..."

You caught his hand and your fingers intertwined as he raised his wrist to cover his eyes and let out a shaky laugh.

"Holy shit," was all he managed to say.

You smiled tenderly, fidgeting with your harness, letting it drop to the floor before climbing on top of his tummy, straddling him and bending down to place your hands on his cheeks.

"You good?" you whispered.

"Yeah," he sighed and chuckled a bit, lifting his arm from his head and wrapping it around your waist. You kissed his forehead.

"You sure?" you muttered against him, fixing your eyes on his as he finally opened them.

"I'm fine. Better than fine," he laughed and reached up to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

"You took it so well, you're so good," you purred against him, stroking his cheeks and pressing your forehead against his.

Eddie swallowed.

"Could you get me a towel, darling?" he sighed and peeked behind your shoulder at his crotch, "We need to... Clean up."

"Oh, shit, yeah," you swung your leg over to one side of the bed and climbed off of him, reaching for a thin rag on the chair next to the bed, "Sorry."

Eddie shook his head.

"No matter. Mind wiping me down?" he grinned toothily. You smiled.

"Am I gonna have to pamper you now?"

"Maybe. I'll be bedridden for days, that's for sure," he sighed dramatically, shuddering slightly as you gently pressed the rag against his skin. He was still going through the aftershocks.

"Shh, it's okay," you cooed in an airy whisper, rubbing his skin tenderly, your other hand moving to his wrist and squeezing softly, "I'll take care of you. Don't worry. You did so well for me."

"Bring me flowers?" Eddie smiled at you, stretching his massive form comfortably over the creaking bed like a king. You snorted.

"Sure."

I missed drawing her <3

full pic + sketches here

I love them so much holy shit

They should kiss that’s all I’m saying

T4T steinspirit is currently 80% of my thoughts so take this which I excused taking the time to make as watercolour practice

𖥔 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

⊹ being absolutely cock hungry and finally getting filled up

⊹ boyfriend!rafe spoiling you in every way

⊹ breaking in your new apartment with boyfriend!rafe

⊹ dom!rafe masturbating for you

⊹ fwb!rafe using you however way he wants

⊹ he loves to appreciate your tits

⊹ he texts you for a late night fuck

⊹ letting him fuck your mouth after a stressful day

⊹ mean!rafe ignores you all day so you make him apologise

⊹ knowing he has to ease you into it because he so big

⊹ rafe eating you out

⊹ rafe fucking you after you were being a brat

⊹ rafe teasing you until you're a whimpering mess

⊹ rafe using your pretty little holes however he wants

⊹ sending a ‘thank you’ vid with the present he got you while away

⊹ thanking rafe mid-sex because he feels too good

⊹ trying to be quiet as rafe fucks you early in the morning

⊹ when he needs you so bad he has to pull the car over

Distracting Jojo (Jojos 1-8 x F!Reader)

You are a distraction to each of the Jojos, whether you know it or not.

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Milk me (Hubull!Risotto x F!Reader)

This is @jonathanstigbitties fault…

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Mate me (HuBull Jonathan x Hucow F!Reader)

You were born on the SPW ranch, one of the best known ranches for “civil” hybrids. You’re one of the “civil” hybrids, capable of thought and speech, able to learn and show human emotions, despite your massive tits that continually leak milk and the little horns showing that you are, specifically, a hucow. You and a number of others have all been adopted from the ranch into human families, with the most famous being the adoptions of Jonathan and Dio into the Joestar family.

You had known Jonathan when you were both hucalfs, his horns starting to sprout while yours was causing headaches. He was sweet, unlike most other hubulls, often sitting beside you and chattering about anything and nothing. He was- is- your first love, which made his adoption all the more soul crushing to you. After all, he was two weeks older than you, leaving you alone on the ranch for two whole weeks before you were adopted yourself. Since then, you’ve been trying to move on, diving into schooling and learning everything you could get your grubby hands on.

“So, are you going to post or no?” Suzi asks, startling you from your memories as the bus wearing Jonathan’s face finally drives away.

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Yandere Risotto Spicy Imagine (Revised)

Warning: Size difference, dubious, Stockholm syndrome, Not SFW, c###warming, mention of being kidnapped.

Author's Note: Had to re-post this due to Tumblr's tagging problem. Also, I added more ideas.

Size Difference and general Yandere Risotto HC

Imagine you’re a tiny darling that got kidnapped by Risotto. You’re like between 4'8 and 5'4. Yes, I know that 4'8 and 5'4 is a large range. Point is, you’re super small compared to Risotto. No, I will not believe the anime’s ‘confirmed height' for Risotto.

Risotto knows his height and demeanor intimidate you. He loves it.

He loves you and wants you to warm up to him, but your initial fears turn him on. Also, it keeps you from fighting him.

Risotto isn't a sadist, but he is brutal.

He demands obedience, and if he has to repeat himself, you're not going to like the punishment.

Assuming you've been a good darling, he wants to treat you!

He wants to take the "relationship" to the next level, but he knows it'll be scary for you.

Now, he likes to scare you, but he doesn't want to traumatize you (unless you're misbehaving).

One day, Risotto had tedious paperwork to do that he was about to pass onto Ghiaccio or Prosciutto, but then he got a great idea!

Risotto: Do what I say and you’ll be fine. You know what happens if you don’t. I’m not going to ask you to do something unreasonable.

Also Risotto: Keep my dick in you while I work. Darling: THIS IS UNREASONABLE! Risotto: Shut up.

C##kwarming time!

That idea leads you to your current situation.

Risotto forces you on his lap, pushing your panties aside, rubbing his massive cock against your folds, soaking in your juices.

You whimper from fear and from his foreplay.

You: R-R-Risotto, we really can't! It's too big! Risotto: That's why you need the practice. 

Risotto lowers you down and sinks his dick into you.

You cry from just the tip in. If you weren't a virgin, Risotto certainly made you feel like one again.

He sinks further in, and you forget how to breathe.

Then, for the first time ever, Risotto gives you praise.

"Good girl," he coos as if you're a pet. Just, instead of a head pat, you get gentle clit rubs.

You keep begging Risotto to stop, "You're ripping me in half."

You have no idea how much your words are turning him on.

Eventually, your pussy swallowed up his cock to the base.

You grip onto his desk, trembling, trying to steady your breathing. 

"Don't be overdramatic," he says, "I can't concentrate with you whining like that."

You bite your lip, knowing that Risotto won't be so gentle if you push your luck. 

Risotto rubs your clit again, pitying you. "There there."

After a couple of minutes, you settled down. 

Your face is completely flushed.

You never expected that you'd be doing this with your kidnapper, nor that you'd enjoy it. 

He prepped you well.

The pain of your walls being stretched quickly fades.

You whimper, feeling his thick cock massage your walls.

Pleasure clouds your mind.

You avoid the clock on the wall, not wanting to see just how long you've endured this torture.

You became desperate.

You tried to beg Risotto to move and fuck you with no mercy.

"R-R-R-Risotto-"

"No."

The Capo barely paid you any mind.

He was very concentrated on his papers. It's almost as if he forgot he was inside of you. Almost.

There were times when he'd still pat your clit, massage your breasts, leave love bites on your neck, and thrust a bit.

He even wiped your drool off without complaints.

He was so proud at how you're taking his dick that he even smirks.

Risotto: I'd normally give this to Proscuitto or Ghiaccio, but you've made paperwork more interesting. Thank you.

Risotto's praise of you made your heart skip a beat.

This is the nicest the Capo has been since he forced you to live with him.

Could you be falling for this scary man?

Sure, he kidnapped you and put you in a constant state of fear.

However……

He's done more for you than most people in your life. Clearly, he does care for you in his own twisted mafioso hitman way.

And you've never been fucked like this before! You were on cloud nine!

Well, you WERE considering falling in love……until the door opened.

La Squadra walking in.

Ghiaccio

Risotto called him to his room to look over some papers, and poor ice boy immediately realized that you were getting fucked. Ghiacchio looked at Risotto, disgusted, and cursed him out. Risotto just stood there, silent, but Ghiaccio could spot the small smirk forming. Then he left in anger, "YOU'RE A CREEP!" and slammed the door shut.

Pesci

The polite mafioso tried knocking first. Risotto says, "come in," and Pesci starts giving important info. Then he noticed weird things. You're in Capo's lap, embarrassed and flustered, whimpering and moaning. When Pesci asked what was wrong, Risotto merely said, "She's adjusting." Pesci left the room confused, the pure boy not understanding what was happening.

Formaggio and Illuso

They'd have the same reaction. They come in after hearing from the others what Risotto is doing. Risotto is irked, but he takes the time to tease you with the other two. You're in tears from humiliation. Risotto thrusts in you a bit to force you to be lewd in front of Cheese boy and Mirror boy. Risotto warns them to NEVER touch you because you're his.

Proscuitto

He gets called in by Risotto and immediately realizes what was happening but doesn't say shit about it. He just brings up a pleasant conversation. However, he pays close attention to how your reaction, observing your docile demeanor. Proscuitto understands Risotto, one dom to another. Then Proscuitto ends the conversation with, "Nice to see she's trained."

Melone

Barges in to see what's happening. Licks his lips and starts fondling his own nipples. Then, he asks invasive questions about you and Risotto. The Capo sometimes answers, but Risotto mostly leaves an uneasy silence in the air. Melone is the one member that gets kicked out of the room, especially after bringing up fertility and making it awkward.

Epilouge

For a moment, your fear washed away and you were filled with anger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why would you do that?! Isnt it enough you forced me to do this?!”

Risotto holds in a chuckle from your reaction. He gets up and bends you over his desk.

“Here’s your reward.”

Risotto pulls out, rams you full of cock, and you start to see stars.

“Everyone needs to know that you’re mine.”