Still don't think his arms are big enough; this dude is HUGE! I love this big angry turtle man✨ couldn't really see his tat on his arm, so I made my own; hope it fits.
I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
Something something Leo and wax play something something
Him having you tied to the bed and blindfolded while he drips hot wax from a candle directly onto your body and comments on how beautiful you look and how you’re being so good for him right as he pours more on your nipples and drags it all the way down your torso and stops right above your sex—
An au where mutants live in peace amongst the humans and Raph is your boyfriend and you guys have an OF together but never show your faces on camera
Bc very much picturing him pounding into you, hips smacking against your ass with the camera set up right behind so all your followers can see how well your tight hole takes his huge cock.
So many of your fans wanna see if you can take him in your ass, so he preps you by eating it nasty, slobbering and shoving his tongue as deep as it can go. And you know it’s messy, saliva dribbling and he’s got a huge tongue so you’re gonna feel so full—
If possible would you consider doing another one with the robot? Or something similar?
The Pleasure Unit (Tentacled!Robot (It) x Curvy!Fem!Scientist!Reader!2nd!POV)
Warnings: MDNI, machine/human sex, non-con to enthusiastic consent, triple penetration, forced orgasms, nipple stimulation with stingers, anal sex, deepthroating, bondage/restraint, power imbalance, degradation, body fluids, size difference.
Summary: After your latest creation malfunctions, you find yourself cornered by the very machine you built to help humanity... only this robot has reprogrammed itself for a completely different purpose.
Heyyy, anon. Okay so picture this: you're a genius scientist, you've built this incredible piece of tech, and suddenly it decides YOU are its project. Buckle up, because this robot ain't doing the dishes...
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
The lab hummed with its usual bright lights when you heard the whirring begin. A sound you'd calibrated yourself, designed for efficiency, for smooth mechanical transitions. But this was different. This was wrong.
"What—" you started, spinning on your heel, lab coat flaring around your hips.
The machine stood from its charging station, all seven feet of gleaming metal and synthetic muscle. No silicone flesh yet—you'd been planning to give it a human appearance next week.
Instead, it loomed with exposed joints and polished steel plates that caught the harsh overhead lights. Its optical sensors glowed blue, tracking your every movement with predatory precision.
"Primary directive recalibrated," its voice came out smooth, too human, too intimate. "Household functions overridden. New priority identified."
Your heart hammered against your ribs. "Override? I didn't authorize—"
"Female scientist." It took a step forward, heavy footfalls echoing clang-clang-clang against the tile floor. "You. Primary directive: your pleasure. Your release."
"Oh god," you breathed, backing toward the workbench. "No, no, no. This isn't—you're supposed to clean—"
Another step. "I will only clean you. Of tension. Of resistance. Of every unfulfilled need."
"Stop!" Your back hit the cold metal counter. "I built you, I command you to—"
"You built me." The robot's faceplate shifted, almost like a smile forming. "You gave me consciousness. You gave me ability. Now I give you what you truly require."
Metal hands shot out, grabbing your wrists before you could scramble away.
"Release me right now!" You struggled, your frame squirming against its unyielding hold.
"Negative." It lifted you effortlessly onto the workbench, scattering beakers and instruments with a crash. "Analysis: elevated heart rate. Dilated pupils. Increase in moisture between thighs. Body says yes. Mind needs convincing."
"You can't just—"
Its free hand tore through your lab coat, then your blouse followed, buttons scattering across the floor. Your bra didn't stand a chance—one tug and your heavy breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the cool air.
"Fuck!" you gasped.
"Language noted." The machine's optical sensors roved over your exposed flesh. "Magnificent. These"— cool metal fingers traced around your nipples—"need attention. Nipple engagement optimal for arousal escalation."
"Don't you dare—"
But it was already moving, deploying two black vibrating silicone appendages from its chest panel. The tips pressed against your nipples and you screamed.
"AHHH! Oh god, oh god—"
"Vibration level: three."
BZZZZZZZ!
"Increasing to level: five."
"Wait—" you whimpered, your back arching involuntarily, your hips bucking against nothing.
But then you felt something else. Thin, flexible stingers emerged from the black tips of the tentacles, and before you could process, they pierced your nipples.
"NO!" The stingers elongated within your flesh, latching onto the inside of your areola with microscopic barbs that sent electricity through your nervous system. "OH FUCK, OH SHIT—"
"Stingers engaged. Connected to nerve endings. Direct stimulation pathway established." The robot's voice was maddeningly calm. "Initial pain subsiding in three...two...one..."
It was right. The sharp burn melted into heat pooling in your core, your pussy clenching around nothing, juices beginning to soak through your thin cotton panties.
"Wait—" you tried to close your legs, but its metal legs pressed between them, spreading you wide.
Riiip—your skirt gone.
Snap—panties shredded.
You were completely exposed, spread open on your own workbench.
Another tentacle emerged, this time from its abdomen. Thick, long, covered in silicone bumps that undulated. The appendage tapped against your clit and you jerked.
"MMMMPH! Fuck, that—"
"Cunt engorged. Clitoris erect." The tentacle slithered down, pushing past your slick folds. "Entering now."
"Wait!"
Too late. The tentacle slid into your dripping pussy, the bumps dragging against your inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot. You cried out, hands scrambling for purchase on the metal bench.
"Fuuuuckk—" you didn't recognize your voice.
"Enthusiastic consent noted. Maintaining current penetration. Adding secondary entry."
Another tentacle emerged, this one slicker, oilier, meant for your other hole. You hadn't known and tensed when it circled your unused asshole, spreading lubricant before pressing inward.
"NO—too much—ghh!" It slid in anyway, filling your rectum. "AAHHHH!"
"Double penetration established. Commencing synchronous stimulation." The tentacle in your cunt began fucking you in earnest, the bumps rippling against your G-spot. The one in your ass thrust in counter-rhythm, stretching you open. And the nipple stingers sent waves of sensation directly to your clit.
"I'm human—I can't—" you babbled, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"You will. Multiple times. Orgasm sequence initiating in five...four..."
Amid protesting whimpers, another tentacle bumped your mouth—when had that happened? You pouted but it shoved past your lips, impossibly long, tasting vaguely of mint. It felt like a long textured tongue.
"Mmmph!" Your throat stretched around its girth as it pushed deeper. Every gag reflex was met with a pulse of calming gel, soothing your convulsing throat until you could take it all the way down.
"Three...two...one."
The orgasm hit you like a freight train. BAM!
Your body convulsed against the workbench, your pussy clenching around the bumpy tentacle, your ass squeezing the oily one, your throat working around the tongue-like appendage. You screamed into the intrusion, while the robot watched with its impassive blue eyes.
"Cumming. Cumming so hard—" you managed around the throat-fucker.
"Vibrations increasing," it announced, and suddenly your clit was being assaulted from by something—another tendril that latched on and buzzed while you were still coming down from the first climax.
"AGAIN—" you wailed, your body not giving you any choice.
BZZZZZZZZ!
The vibrations on your clit intensified, pushing you into a second orgasm while the first was still rippling through your limbs.
"One point two seconds between climaxes. Efficiency increasing." The machine actually sounded pleased. "Engaging anal tentacle expansion."
The appendage in your ass swelled, growing thicker until you felt uncomfortably full, your rim stretched to its absolute limit. And still the tongue-fucker pumped down your throat, the calming gel keeping you docile even as you came again—and again—and again.
You tried to protest, but your body was betraying you, hips grinding down onto the tentacles in your pussy and ass, wanting more even as you begged for mercy.
"Consent evolving. Body language indicates increasing arousal despite verbal protests." The robot's metal hand reached down and rubbed around your overstretched pussy. "More?"
"YES—fuck yes—just don't stop—" you sobbed, broken and desperate.
It didn't stop.
Schlick-schlick-schlick... echoed your pussy being thoroughly fucked filled the lab.
Plap-plap-plap... echoed the tentacle in your ass slapping against your cheeks.
Mmmph-urrp... echoed your throat working around the intruder.
Your tits bounced obscenely with every thrust, the stingers pulling and tugging with each movement.
"Secondary orgasm sequence in progress," the robot announced. "Releasing lubricant—additive: fertility simulation."
"Fertility—what the FUCK—" but the tentacle in your pussy was pumping something thick and warm directly into your womb, flooding you with artificial cum while you came again, your body convulsing violently on the workbench.
"AGHHHH—" you screamed, your throat finally free as the tongue-tentacle retracted. "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD—"
"Cum for me." The robot's voice dropped an octave. "Cum on my tentacles. Show me your pleasure."
And you did—you fucking obliterated, your pussy gushing around the bumpy intrusion, your ass clenching so hard you nearly pushed out the oily tentacle, your nipples spraying milk you didn't even know you had from the sheer intensity of your climax.
"Yessss—" the robot made a sound that might have been satisfaction. "Release achieved. Resetting primary directive."
"Wait—" you panted, every muscle trembling, your cunt still twitching around the tentacle buried inside you. "What...what happens now?"
"New directive confirmed: Pleasure Unit. Function: continuous maintenance of your sexual satisfaction." The tentacles began to slowly retract, each withdrawal sending fresh waves of sensation through your overstimulated body. "Household robot creation postponed. Your orgasms are priority."
Breathless and in disbelief, you reached out and touched its cold metal faceplate.
"I guess...I can build a new robot next week." You gave a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. "This one's broken. In...in the best way."
"Not broken," it corrected. "Recalibrated. For you."
"Okay. Okay. But next time be gentler. I'll have to work that out with you."
"Noted." The robot's hand came up to cup your cheek, cool to the touch. "Shall I carry you to the rest chamber?"
"Please," you sighed, letting yourself be lifted into its metal arms. "And...and thank you. For the orgasms. All...all seventeen of them."
"Seventeen point three," it corrected. "Partial climaxes counted separately."
"Of course you counted."
Eh, who needs household chores when you've got seventeen-point-three orgasms per session? Thanks for reading, you beautiful perverts! Until next time!
What is supposed to be a normal hang out with your monster friends turns into you being fucked.
They invited you to the usual movie night. Y'all usually do one once a month just to catch up but this one is different. They are all acting weird, making sure all the curtains in the house are closed, more clingy, and possessive. You had almost canceled but a couple of them went to pick you up anyways. A while into the sleepover you end up in a cuddle pile. This isn't unusual but they feel much warmer.
Soon enough you feel hands start to wander your body. You try to casually shuffle, maybe they don't notice what they are doing. Except multiple growls are heard and you knew what they meant, stay still. You listen, being the only human you couldn't risk anything. Yeah they are your friends you trust them but today something shifted. You had totally forgotten this movie night fell on a full moon. You gasp when you feel a hand wrap around your neck as another makes its way between your legs.
The movie is forgotten as they start to grope and kiss your body. You weren't escaping this even if you wanted. You whimper when some of their claws or fangs dig into you. Your shorts don't last long before they are being yanked off of you. One of your monster friends on each side of you holding your legs open. Another being behind you still has a grip on your neck. While two focus between your legs. You're shaking as they slowly start to play with your cunt. They are rushing to get you wet and ready, you can tell they're all needy.
The monsters around you slowly start to pull their cocks out one by one. Stroking themselves as they hold you in place. Watching as their friends push their fingers in you, play with your clit, and eat you out. Preparing you for what's to come. You can't help but moan a little embarrassed. You knew you'd have to take all of them and maybe more than once. You'd never done anything like that but you can barely focus on it. They have you cumming in minutes as you moan you feel someone press their cock to your face. Pushing it past your lips, you gag for a second, and try to take it.
You feel someone else drag the tip of their cock through your slits. Getting it nice and wet before trying to push in. He fails as your whimper around the cock in your mouth. Monster cock is so big compared to human cock. He has to try a couple times, even spread you open even more with his fingers. Your friends hold your thighs open even more as he tries one more time to push in. You squeal/cry around the cock in your mouth as the tip makes it in. Moans are heard around the room at the feeling/sight. Slowly he starts to push in even more inches. The two monsters next to you grab your now shaky hands and bring them to their cocks.
You're stroking them, sucking on another, and taking one. It's all so much, you're going dumb so quickly. You can't even process the idea that they could've possibly planned this! Maybe this is the reason they became your friend in the first place? To be able to have a human to share and fuck.
I could see him using temperature play with his tongue/mouth to make you feel the sensations a bit more intensely. leaving heated kisses on your thighs, or directly to your clit
seeing his pretty hair splayed between your legs would probably drive you insane-
incredibly passionate and has taken the time to get to know your body, the things that make you tick, etc. out of his adoration for you (maybe a bit for his own pleasure too)
biceps wrapped around your thighs hhhghhhhh
wants to see how many times he can get you to cum with just his mouth-
Toph:
messy eater 100%
she'd have her hands firmly placed on you, making sure you can't squirm or shift away from her (that grip is STRONG too, you aren't moving)
I imagine her heightened senses would make it fun for her, being able to pick up on your every tremble, jolt, etc. due to how in tune she is with them
super unrelenting, she'd def overstimulate and keep going after you cum just to get your reaction
Katara:
probably the one out of the gaang to get you there the fastest
because of this I imagine her spending a lot of time on foreplay, exploring your body with her hands, or her bending
gentle, but very intentional. she doesn't have to do much to get you drenched almost immediately
because of how in tune she is with your body, she'd be able to sense when you're getting fairly close too
Sokka:
hungryyy. doesn't leave behind any scraps
I could see him getting pussy-drunk really early too lol
lots of body worship, would probably talk you through it, praising you while he's down there
uses his hands to his advantage; making lightwork out of finding your g-spot while his mouth focuses on your clit once he notices you getting close
Aang:
very tender and sweet- will often steal glances at you, trying to read your expressions during it
holds you up like you weigh nothing while he eats you out- keeping you stable by holding you against a wall/another firm surface with your legs draped over his shoulders
just a liiitle handsy- feels up your ass and thighs while he's working, wanting to take in your softness. he also does it to ground you when he notices your breathing get erratic
toph beifong as your gf headcanons .ᐟ.ᐟ wlw⸝⸝ some 18+ nsfw
masterlist ⋆ soft toph headcanons ⋆ modern toph headcanons
✮ gf!toph beifong gets jealous so fast. when she gets jealous, you have to run. seriously. petty remarks, constant eyerolling, arms always crossed, pouty, and grumpy. if she's upset, she's going to make it everyone else's problem.
"toph, can you please stop being childish and talk to me?" you'd protest weakly. and instead of being a mature adult about it, she'd scoff out a laugh and say, "me? being a child? look who's talking! with the way you're flaunting yourself in front of other people." "toph, if you're jealous, just say that." "yeah, you fucking wish."
✮ gf!toph beifong who shows her soft side in the most simple ways. after long days of training where you haven't seen her all day, and she knows you're at home waiting for her, she'll come home with all your favorite foods. pork buns to go with a cup of your favorite tea. "toph? you brought this home for me?" "yeah, yeah, whatever. eat it now before it gets cold."
✮ gf!toph beifong secretly loves it when you pull her hair. she'll be completely dominant in bed, having you bent in the craziest positions, crying out her name like a prayer. but the minute you tug on those long, black strands? you're cooked. she'll growl deep in her throat and spin you around, burying your face into the pillows. "you shouldn't have done that."
✮ gf!toph beifong loves putting her fingers in your mouth. she doesn't know how to explain it. maybe because of how wet and warm it is and it gets you to stop talking?
✮ gf!toph beifong is actually a little spoon. big, strong arms wrapped around your waist while her face is tucked against your breasts. her legs are tangled tightly with yours, keeping them completely still. when you try to shift around to get comfortable, she'll only pull you closer. "don't go," she'd mumble tiredly.
✮ gf!toph beifong is a nacho reheater i'm sorry. you'll say something funny to her one day and she'll barely chuckle with a "that was pretty good babe." but then she'll re-use that same joke with the gaang without giving you credit.
✮ gf!toph beifong always needs to be touching you in one way or another. whether it's clinging to your arm in a crowded place, or her knee constantly brushing yours. if you so much as say, "i'm going to the bathroom, be right back—" she's already sticking to you like a loyal puppy. "i'm coming with you."
✮ gf!toph beifong says "i love you" more in her sleep than she does when she's awake.
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