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2 random nsfw thoughts
1. if lumerians cry pearls, do other... expulsions... do the same?
And 2. Imagine making raf cry during smex (good tears) and proceeding to use each new pearl inside him, making him cry more out of pleasure and causing a cycle.
"Aw, another tear? You must like being stuffed full of treasure~"
Disassembly loafs either playing with or fighting each other, with loaf Uzi just observing.
Uzi sometimes just likes to watch them play
This reminds of that one video of the 2 dogs fighting over a toy that looks like the cat in the background XD
POLY LADS x READER SMAU
hey guys!! this was a reply to an ask but the pics got messed up the first time around. also, sorry for being out for so long! I own a tanning business and got caught up in opening a new salon (wish us luck!) but i need to feed my tumblr children
Not Raf using Minecraft cheats XD
“I can tie my own shoes you know…” Yandere childhood friend looks up at you with a smile as he pats the shoe he just finished tying. “Of course you can dear your so capable.” He says condescendingly as he places your other foot on his thigh and begins to tie it. “I’m just saying you don’t have to tie them every time plus isn’t being on your knees doing this degrading?” He pauses his motions for a moment before tightening the bow in a quick motion. “No not at all I like taking care of you.” He stands up to his full height and smiles down at you. “Plus it’s better I do it then having you straining yourself trying to tie them. Plus with how long I’ve been tying them for you it’s best if I just keep doing so. I don’t think you ever even learned.” “I actually taught myself the other day how to…” For a moment his gaze hardens but it quickly disappears as he grasps your chin, tilting your face to look up at him. “Well then unlearn~”
Imagine you walk out with both shoes tied, he just bends down and slowly unties them XD
Hey what if. Shiny Cremis
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I WANT TO MAKE ONE-SHOTS FOR MY GIRLS, I NEED IDEAS
Hi, I need help or ideas for writing one-shots about these girls because I really want to write about them and I've run out of inspiration <3
If you want another girl from related fandoms, you can leave the idea in the comments or in my inbox.
I have some x reader ideas
Ayano, you are her friend who is a lowkey yandere for her. You love her, and begrudgingly help her with her endeavors of gaining her senpai, but you can't help but smile whenever she fails at gaining Senpais attention.
Velvette, reader is her incredible assistant who knows exactly what to say and what she needs. In fact you often have everything ready for her before she can even ask.
Rosie, Reader could be the one who bakes all the cannibalism snacks and pastries at her shop. Maybe you even ask her to be your taste tester.
Those are the only ones I got 🫤
- Afterwork❄️🌅
I will strip him with my teeth
Enjoy!
🔞MDNI🔞
It's Xavier's turn! 🤍🩷
Pornstar!Xavier who is known for his stunning good looks and the prettiest cock in the adult film industry.
Pornstar! Xavier whose endurance and stamina in sex is unparalleled. Time and time again giving multiple orgasms to his filming partners before allowing himself to reach his own climax. He adheres to a strict personal rule, never ejaculating inside them.
Pornstar! Xavier who despite his experience with every type of pussy imaginable throughout his career, finds himself particularly captivated by yours. From the very first moment your tight, warm hole enveloped the swollen head of his pretty cock, he knew he had found something special. Something that made even a seasoned pornstar like himself see stars and lose himself in your perfect pussy.
Pornstar! Xavier whose sexual preferences are as diverse and varied as the partners he has encountered. However, he develops a particular fondness for a specific position when he fucks you against the wall and becomes obsessed by the sight of your luscious ass bouncing and jiggling with each thrust of his hips.
Pornstar! Xavier whose usual grunts and groans, so often captured on film, evolve into moans of pure lust as he drinks in the sight of your needy cunt, glistening pussy lips clinging to his throbbing dick with each withdrawal, growing wetter and stickier each time.
Pornstar! Xavier who despite his legendary self control and adherence to his personal rules, finds himself struggling to maintain his composure. When he feels his climax approaching, he makes a valiant effort to pull out, but the pleasure you bring him is too much for even his formidable restraint. With a stifled groan, his hips stutter and jerk when he loses the battle, his thick, creamy cum flooding your insides. The feeling of your tight, rippling walls milking him of every last drop too exquisite to resist, and he surrenders to the blissful pull of your body.
Pornstar! Xavier who slips out from your dripping pussy and watches with attention as his seed begins to leak out from your tender, swollen folds. The sight of his cum trickling down your thigh makes him let out a choked whimper.
Pornstar! Xavier who through the haze of his own pleasure, becomes aware that in pursuit of his own release, he has neglected the most important aspect of his job, he has not once made you cum.
*ahem* ... Eats you out, cleaning up the mess he left and also bringing you to the edge....
Just a thought...
Yandere! ex who you broke up with because you lowkey felt that he was too good for you. Like wdym you're rich, handsome, 6ft, AND a green flag??? Doesn't help that he has plenty of admirers too, you can feel the jealous stares and whispers when you two are out in public.
For the sake of your mental health, you had to end things with him. Sure, you loved him but how can a relationship work if he's the only one feeling good in it? It's really a shame, you know you'll never find someone like him ever again.
And he knows that too.
So why did you break up with him? Did he... Do something to hurt you??? To offend you? Hey, you know he's sorry right? He'll do anything to make up for it. Just... Just unblock him, would you? He won't get mad, he promises!
"Baby, please open the door... I'm sorry if I did anything to upset you, okay? I'll... I'll do anything to make it up to you!"
He's been at it for a few weeks now. Getting all pathetic and trying to get through to you. Funny, huh? He never thought that someone could get him all sappy like this. He's dated a few times before you, yet he's never felt as compelled to get back together with one of his exes like he does with you.
"Babe, this is just plain wrong. You didn't even explain what I did wrong. How can this work if you don't give me a chance?"
His voice slips into a whine, hands pawing at your front door as he continues begging you to open it. He thought you two had something special! And everything was good, wasn't it? He treated you well, his family loves you, you two were happy-
Were you happy?
His hands falter for a second, eyes widening as he begins spiraling right at your front door. Oh no... All these months of happiness together, what if it's only been one-sided?
But you looked alright to him! Plus whenever he asked you were totally alright! You have to be fine, right? Right?!
"Babe, open up please? I just need to know you're fine."
His hands jingle your door knob more insistently now. No no no, he has to see for himself that you're alright. What if you hurt yourself? Did someone make you block him? Oh that's got to be it, the darling he knows would never do that!
That's when you finally reply to him.
"Stop coming here. We broke up."
You open your door ever so slightly to give him a pitying expression, eyes staring him through the gap in your door. You don't release the latch obviously, but still, don't you know not to open the door for anyone?
"Darling! You're alive!"
He wedges his foot in between the gap, a large hand coming into open the door. You watch in horror, too slow in trying to resist as he suddenly rips the latch off, the door opening uselessly.
"Did you know how worried I was for you darling? A break up is done by two parties, and I didn't agree with it. Also you were probably pressured into breaking up anyway so it's null."
His chest heaves, eyes swirling with manic worry as he drops to his knees in front of you. His hands reach out to your legs before he allows them to fall to his lap.
Instead they come to clasp together in front of his face, as though he were praying to you.
"Darling, whatever I've done to make you mad. I'm so sorry. I'm ready to do anything as a form of punishment to make up for my wrongdoings."
"What are you doing? You've done nothing wrong!"
The air shifts the second those words leave your lips. You probably shouldn't have said that. His eyes have shifted, from desperate to... More desperate?
"Then that means you admit you've done something wrong?"
He smiles, getting up on his feet before cornering you against the wall. You feel your chest thump erratically as he shuts your door with a soft thud, locking it as he presses his body against yours.
"What? I didn't-"
"Oh but you did."
His hand rests on your cheek in a gesture of imitated intimacy. One from simpler times, one before you decided to hurt him with that breakup of yours.
"How could you try and leave me? I need you."
His breath fans your face, eyes boring holes into you. His soft hands tighten on your face, holding you in place as he continues his heartbroken monologue.
"And you need me as well. We both know that."
You want to shake your head, to tell him that you didn't need him. But what could you do? He's got you frozen in place.
"Hey... Do you know how sad I've been? Without you it feels like a piece of me is missing."
His voice comes out whiny, his nose burying itself in the crook of your neck. He inhales sharply, hands dropping from your face to your hips. You freeze in place, feeling your heart swell unwillingly as you remember all the sexual times you two had. You can't lie, he's been perfect to you. Both in your emotional and romantic relationship and your sexual one.
"Let me show how much I've missed you, please?"
"I... Okay... Okay..."
With your agreement, he immediately connects your lips, not giving you a second to breathe as the clothes come falling to the floor in a messy pattern. He kicks his shoes off by the door, arms hoisting you up before he pushes you down the couch and hovering over you.
"You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I'll genuinely go crazy without you."
He tossed his shirt off, revealing that toned body you've always admired. A wave of insecurity washes over you even as he kisses and leaves a trail of sweet nothings on your skin.
And he notices.
"What are you thinking about? Not another man I hope."
His voice comes out like a tease, but you hear the undertone of a growl in his words. You want to tell him the truth, but how can you when you feel so inadequate compared to him? What if he laughs? What if he-
"You're beautiful as you are, I'm so fucking thankful you chose me."
Your thoughts are silenced with a desperate kiss, his hands roaming your naked body as his cock nudges at your entrance. He lets out a soft groan at the feeling of your naked bodies pressed together like this, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he goes back to kissing you.
"I can't get enough of you, you're so perfect."
He enters you in one swift go, swallowing all your tiny gasps and moans. He sets a relentless pace from the start, his hips slapping yours at an almost desperate rate.
"You don't know how much you've changed my life."
A string of saliva connects the two of you as he finally pulls away from your swollen lips. You open your mouth to say something, anything. But it's interrupted by a sharp thrust that kisses that squishy spot in you.
"Oh!"
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, back arching into his chest as he watches you fall apart on his cock. A smirk spreads across his face, tongue coming out to lick at his lips before he attacks your neck.
"Fuck, everything you do makes me want to keep you with me forever."
He kisses and nips at your skin, leaving a trail of blossoming bites in his wake. He doesn't stop, not when you moan and grab at his hair, not when you cry that he's much, not even when you're panting and begging for a break from the neverending orgasms.
"Nonsense, you can handle it."
He croons, kissing you tenderly as his fingers tenderly draw a line down the sides of your face. Cute. So damn cute.
"You're my amazing partner that can handle anything I give you, you can do this. I know you can."
He grunts, sweat beading on his forehead as he watches the frothy mixture of his cum mix with your own. How many times has it been since you climaxed? He's lost count actually.
"I'm gonna cum again."
He announces, a lazy smile on his face as he watches you twist underneath him. Oh you're gonna cum too? Don't worry, he'll make sure to help you achieve that back breaking pleasure again.
He presses his dick deep in you, giving deep, long thrusts as you mewl and cry beneath him. He watches you cum undone in a matter of seconds, your walls clenching down on him.
"Fuck," he hisses, eyebrows furrowing as he feels his own orgasm reaching. "We're not breaking up ever."
He lets out a soft groan as he feels himself release deep inside you, his balls tightening before he pulls out and watches it all drip out from your overstimulated hole. For a moment, you think he's done. That he's all spent and you'll finally get peace from that insatiable dick.
But no, he's pushing the cum back in, lining his dick back, and giving you the sweetest smile ever.
"You ready to go another round?" He pants softly, thrusts resuming their previous intensity. "Cause I'm not stopping until we both pass out."
Sir, at least fix my door before we continue, I have neighbors, and you are NOT subtle
Sylus performing Improvised Flow
My desire's making me crazy. Just need you a little bit more.
Did they finally make a Popstar Card?
Hello im back from the dead just to tell everyone that Nuziv is practically canon at this point cuz V would not be willingly third wheeling with these two dumbasses for no reason.
thankyou for coming to my ted talk.
The delusion is strong...
So uhh… updates:
I voice Frankie in Knights of Guinevere
I still voice Sylvanna in Aphmau
I am a writer for Projeckt Melody: A Nut Between Worlds
I’m going to conventions again!
I write ASMR for Cup Of Dusk Voices on YouTube
I do ASMR on MagicWave
I am an ASMR writer for Shoto, Vantacrow Bringer, CottontailVA, RiiKami, ShiaBun, and others
I am slowly building a new game called “Home On The Strange”
I finally am back to singing covers.
I still VTube when I can on YouTube and Twitch.
I’m still psychotic.
Yeah.
Sorry I’ve been inactive! Whoops.
I know it's been like 2-3 years but I am still lowkey waiting for a cover of Mays song from It Takes Two ^^'
Mortal Kombat Prompt
I keep seeing a lot of Subby Syzoth and Subby Smoke, so I want a short fic, sfw or nsfw, where they fight over the reader like two brats fighting over a toy.
A game of tug of war between them and reader is just like "If you 2 don't stop this rn Im not gonna give either of your kisses anymore"
They only get along when around the reader, but they're still pouty puppy's who begrudgingly share reader
i don't understand the thing of doing modern aus for originally fantasy stories, like, why would i prefer to read about this guy being a high schooler or a frat boy when his original story includes dragons, magic, superpowers, aliens, etc?
[I keep having this cute little scene in my head, so I thought I'd share it.]
The boy puppet would always return to the hotel worse than he left. When he left, he wore clean clothes. He had a more calm energy and a cooler expression on his stiff face. But when he walks through the doors, covered in a horrendous stench and stains of blood and oil, his face taught and grim, like he was still in the midst of a battle.
Sometimes, when he returns, he is still trapped in his own head, replaying the suffering he had witnessed upon the streets of Krat, the lives he took, and the screams he silenced. Other times, he immediately seeks you out, gathering you from wherever you perch and carrying you away to somewhere secluded in the hotel, normally the garden.
He likes the quiet sounds.
It became a sort of routine for you to never be truly busy for in case he needed you. Some days it would be him to take your hand, others it would be you to lead him away. You wouldn't be able to ease his worry with words, after all, you're not the one out there witnessing such horrors as a newborn learning about the world.
Instead of words, you offer your hold. Sitting down wherever you are, on the floor, legs folded, and patting your thighs in invitation. At first he'd be confused, perhaps worried even his head was too heavy for your lap, but after convincing and pulling him down, he'd almost instantly settle his head against the plush of your thighs, easing into the soft flesh. Silence, filled with only the sounds of your quiet breath and his own clicking of gears. Maybe out of boredom, or hoping to ease him further, you would begin to hum, soft and quiet. Neither of you mind the other.
Whatever you do, he accepts with no question. If you'd begin playing with his hair, stroking his synthetic cheeks, he would simply stare up at you with those silvery blue orbs. Your own gaze peering down into his, a quiet moment of silence, not a single word spoken between you, and yet everything said with your eyes.
Even your strokes across his freckles would slow, your eyes never leaving his as you lower your head. Never a thought between either of you as you begin to close the distance, simply letting your body fall forward over his, until your noses almost touch. Your own hair falling past your face like a curtain, hiding your actions from any prying eyes.
Gentle touches, phantom feelings, a kiss so soft and quick it was a question if it was ever there. A simple action, opening the gates into more. Slower, longer kisses exchange. Nothing heated, the only warmth being from your own body heat, contrasting against his cool lips. A silent promise, and solemn swear to each other. It is a vow between the two of you, whenever he returns to you from a long day, you offer him your warmth, a hug where you both lay a hand on the others back, letting the other feel your heart beat, reaffirming your lives.
Simple kisses, wanting nothing more than exchange them quietly. It is unclear of the boys.... 'biology.'
But it doesn't matter, neither of you need such acts, only the beating and clicking of eachothers hearts, the simple gaze of one another, and the regularly held relaxation ceremonies of lap pillows and gentle kisses.
Cowboy P
All I can imagine is little spurs on his legion arm!
Happy Lies of P Day!
In celebration!
I'll take in a few requests for Lies of P asks!
Rules:
No NSFW
Headcannons are fine
Full fic, possible but unsure. Most likely mini fics.
If you just wanna share thought regarding lies of p game or my own small fics are fine too!
(I have yet to finish the game, cause everyone I see play is kinda slow, and I ADHD out, but I thought I'd share my own little story idea)
A human girl who wishes to be a puppet. Before the uprising, she was a servant of a cruel upperclass family. They took on puppet servants for efficiency and human servants for cruel entertainment.
She suffered at the hands of humans, tortured and scarred, betrayed by her own kind. When the first drop of human blood was spilled by a puppet, her master's fled, leaving the servants to fend for themselves. As the youngest, she had no clue what it meant to be human, so she had no thought to survive. When a puppet found her, they didn't attack.
They saw her as one of them, caring for her. She decided then and there, since she had never been treated like a human, she never felt human, she would forgo her humanity, wandering the empty streets of Krat alongside the puppets, like a ghost or remnant of the past, running from any human stupid enough to step outside; Including a certain human looking puppet.
The first time they met, the automaton wandered the desolate roads when he heard a sound. A soft melodic voice echoing through the city, luring him to an opening where a young girl covered in bandages stands. A sirenic voice bouncing off the dilapidated buildings, captivating the puppet and his bug like partner. Once she notices him, she goes quiet, eyes staring into each other for just a moment before she runs. He attempts to follow her, intending to lead her back to the hotel. Instead, he loses her behind a corner as though she were a mere illusion.
He brings it up to the residents of the hotel, and a few of the members recall her, explaining how they'd see her just out the corner of their eyes like a phantom. From then on, he'd catch glimpses of her when scavenging, always attempting to follow her, but somehow always managing to lose her among the wreckage.
When he finally manages to corner her, he quickly discovers she is never alone. 2 very different puppets attack him: a colossal bulky puppet and a quadra ped with 2 heads defend her. It doesn't take long in the battle before she stops them all. Approaching him, she examines him closely, circling him. She quickly realizes he was also a puppet and immediately offers to scrub him clean of that human appearance. When he refuses her offer, she gets a saddened look in her eyes, a look the boy doesnt quite understand.
"Why would anyone willingly be a human?"
She leaves him, the 2 puppets following behind her. After that, they rarely interact - or rather - she avoids him while he attempts to talk to her.
"To be human is to lie, hurt, murder those you deem lesser than you, even your own kind..."
That being said, the boy is somewhat of a bridge for her. Finding her unconscious, he brings her to the hotel, where she is treated and washed. When she wakes, she finds her companions attacking the hotel. Quickly stopping and scolding them, she apologizes for their mess.
"This is Titon and Chimera, they are my friends and very protective of me.."
They simply meant to rescue her after she had been 'kidnapped.' She has her companions fix whatever they broke, or at least guard the entrance until its all fixed. Once their goal is achieved, she leaves, even with everyone attempting to convince her to stay since its dangerous with rogue puppets.
"Puppets dont attack their own kind, unlike humans."
She firmly believes herself to be a puppet, refusing to eat food and staying away from water and bathing herself in oil. In a way, she may be a puppet. They dont attack her, and aside from her 2 companions, they dont seem to even see her.
The boy continues to try and befriend her, and in a way, she accepts his company whenever they meet. Despite his human appearance, simply knowing he's a puppet puts her at ease. That doesnt mean hes convinced her to return to the hotel. It isn't until a group of humans attack the hotel and its residents that she returns.
They broke down the door, attacked the residents, and even cornered the boy puppet. Before they can hurt him, she takes his place, covering him with her own body, her back being slashed as she protects him.
When she finally wakes up, once again in a comforting bed within the hotel, her body is cleaned and properly bandaged. Lady Antonia and Sophia take to her, offering her clean dresses, though she always refuses to wear human clothes. After questions and explanations of her past, they try to help her cope with her humanity, sometimes referring to parts of her like a puppets anatomy.
"I worry my inner gears are rusting, there is this odd rumbling sound in my lower abdomen."
"I see... for humans that normally we're hungry, so why dont you try eating something?"
"Like oil?"
"NO!"
Everyone in the hotel is shocked that she's survived this long. But that's mainly because of her friends, keeping her alive. Its unclear if they see her as a human or a puppet. All they seem to think is shes important to them. And soon they other residents of the hotel agree, shes simple yet charming. And she actually is quite helpful!
It turns out she's a listener like Sophia. However, she grew up differently, living alongside and understanding the puppets, allowing her abilities to grow more than Sophia's. The songs she sings are able to ease the souls who hear it, calming the puppets fury. That being said, she doesn't use her ability to control the puppets. Rather than altering the ergo within them, she tries to soothe their pain and offer them peace. Not for the humans, but for the tortured souls in agony, offering them release.
She is kind. Never raising her hand towards anyone. Human or Puppet. And though she is covered in scars, she does all she can to heal others, even if she's still weary of humans.
Eventually, she learns to live with some of her humanity, she still refuses to wear the dresses Lady Antonia and Sophia try to dress her in, preferring to wear more men's wear. (She's not quite aware of gender or sex)
"I dont understand humans. Why wear something uncomfortable and difficult to move in?"
This doesnt mean shes not girly, in fact, she begins to avoid the boy once again since- "I think our ergo are colliding, whenever I get too close to him, my gears begin to click faster."
She doesn't quite get it, but she's getting there. Slowly but surely, she's coming to terms with her humanity.
(I ADHD on this....)
