EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS TO YOU

ALONG WITH THEIR CHILDREN AND THEIR CHILDREN'S CHILDREN

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"I'm cleaning your hell hole of a room so my son doesn't choke."

Behind her is a very young kindred of rot, which spits out a glob of paper. This one is not shaped like anything at all. Instead he just picks it up and throws it at Dung Eater.

"You actually think your fucking bug is more deserving of respect then me?

What the fuck."

The soggy paper sticks to him with a splat.

[crybaby-tarnished]

“It’s not a matter of respect, not that you know what that is, sir. Its a matter of his safety. he eats the hands-” She slaps Geralt’s head lightly as he sneaks forward to try and rip an arm off of a corpse.

“And he chokes on the fingers. Also, I would rather he loose the desire to eat human corpses.”

She starts shoveling all of the refuse and dead bodies into several barrels where she would dump into the lava of Mt. Glemir. 

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"Choking on corpses builds character. It makes you stronger. You are denying that lad and or laddess the proper education. I've eaten all sorts of corpses and look how I turned out. Why stop your little bug thing from such a tempting fate, eh?"

[crybaby-tarnished]

“You turned out locked in a cage in the sewers and stuck in a room with no way to attack anyone. Not the best future for him. My Geralt is very smart and is an artist.”

Geralt hacks up another wad of paper, this one shaped like a horse. he then picks it up and sets it up on a shelf. For display in the foul smelling room.

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"The bug has a better future than me. What the fuck kind of life is this."

He looks at the bug and thinks over something a while.

"Hey. Do one of me."

[crybaby-tarnished]

Geralt looks at him for a moment, before he takes up a few pits of paper and chews them up until it’s a paste, which he manipulates with his mouthparts and tiny antenna hands.

he then hacks it up. It looks like a tiny sitting Dung Eater.

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He will never admit it.

But he makes sure the tiny Dung Eater is never touched by anyone.

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"I'm cleaning your hell hole of a room so my son doesn't choke."

Behind her is a very young kindred of rot, which spits out a glob of paper. This one is not shaped like anything at all. Instead he just picks it up and throws it at Dung Eater.

"You actually think your fucking bug is more deserving of respect then me?

What the fuck."

The soggy paper sticks to him with a splat.

[crybaby-tarnished]

“It’s not a matter of respect, not that you know what that is, sir. Its a matter of his safety. he eats the hands-” She slaps Geralt’s head lightly as he sneaks forward to try and rip an arm off of a corpse.

“And he chokes on the fingers. Also, I would rather he loose the desire to eat human corpses.”

She starts shoveling all of the refuse and dead bodies into several barrels where she would dump into the lava of Mt. Glemir. 

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"Choking on corpses builds character. It makes you stronger. You are denying that lad and or laddess the proper education. I've eaten all sorts of corpses and look how I turned out. Why stop your little bug thing from such a tempting fate, eh?"

[crybaby-tarnished]

“You turned out locked in a cage in the sewers and stuck in a room with no way to attack anyone. Not the best future for him. My Geralt is very smart and is an artist.”

Geralt hacks up another wad of paper, this one shaped like a horse. he then picks it up and sets it up on a shelf. For display in the foul smelling room.

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"The bug has a better future than me. What the fuck kind of life is this."

He looks at the bug and thinks over something a while.

"Hey. Do one of me."

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For the wet dream meme ask from @albertkensington , which I will put the ask and answer for under the read more.

Extremely nsfw. Not teasingly, I mean there's some stuff in here. Seriously, you, yes you scrolling down the dash and feeling a bit of curiosity, you do not have to read these. You have better things to do with your time. Enjoy your Sunday, don't fill it with regret.

As dreams often are, the details of where the two men resided was foggy at best and incomprehensible at worst. A dungeon? Bed chambers? Who's to say.

All that was concrete, to some degree, was the man kneeling between The Dung Eater's legs, face buried into stinking flesh with eyes rolling back into his skull.

He seemed to change every time eyes did not perceive him. Clothes shifted, hair colours changed. One moment he had ears of a rabbit, perked up high and alert. In another, blood caked his visage and teeth were bared in an all too giddy grin.

What didn't change was his eagerness, the untethered delight the little, typically clean freak was having taking in the other man's stink, from such a dirty area, like ambrosia.

The look on his face said he wanted more. Filthier, dirtier, be sullied further.

"Ruin me."

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Reply:

With a gurgling laugh and not a shred of softness, he would ruin him inside and out. With a twisted hand in the smaller man's hair, the fiend made sure his target breathed in nothing but him. He filled Mr. Kensington's mouth quite well, and with every thrust, the little man would feel all his senses assaulted by the taste of it, the weight of it, the fumes of it.

As the thrusts deepened, as they quickened, as the gurgling sounds between his legs became louder and wetter, Mr. Kensington felt his face slam into that intoxicating bush again and again, his eyes watering, his brain made haywire from the overwhelming musk. All logic and sense was out the window, there was only the unfathomable sensation of the moment.

With a final thrust, the smaller man was smothered between the fiend's legs, and as he heard the horrible moan of relief from above, he felt totally sullied, used, and dirtied inside and out. When the fiend pulled out, the red, wet, sweaty, frazzled face he left behind was most certainly ruined. So how odd it was that there was a smile on that face.

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5. Had an orgasm in their sleep.

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"Ah. I thought I smelled something most foul." Mei frowned as her face scrunched up at the sight of the Dung Eater.

"Yup.

That's me.

That's right.

Soak it all in.

Let the taint seep into your skin.

It ain't ever gonna leave.

You're gonna taste this stink for a long time, the longer you stay here."

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@ackcrabbitt Do you require Truffles sir.

His mouth opens.

Throw them in from a distance and see if you get a bulls eye.

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"I'm cleaning your hell hole of a room so my son doesn't choke."

Behind her is a very young kindred of rot, which spits out a glob of paper. This one is not shaped like anything at all. Instead he just picks it up and throws it at Dung Eater.

"You actually think your fucking bug is more deserving of respect then me?

What the fuck."

The soggy paper sticks to him with a splat.

[crybaby-tarnished]

“It’s not a matter of respect, not that you know what that is, sir. Its a matter of his safety. he eats the hands-” She slaps Geralt’s head lightly as he sneaks forward to try and rip an arm off of a corpse.

“And he chokes on the fingers. Also, I would rather he loose the desire to eat human corpses.”

She starts shoveling all of the refuse and dead bodies into several barrels where she would dump into the lava of Mt. Glemir. 

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"Choking on corpses builds character. It makes you stronger. You are denying that lad and or laddess the proper education. I've eaten all sorts of corpses and look how I turned out. Why stop your little bug thing from such a tempting fate, eh?"

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"I'm cleaning your hell hole of a room so my son doesn't choke."

Behind her is a very young kindred of rot, which spits out a glob of paper. This one is not shaped like anything at all. Instead he just picks it up and throws it at Dung Eater.

"You actually think your fucking bug is more deserving of respect then me?

What the fuck."

The soggy paper sticks to him with a splat.

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"Don't stop-- h... harder-!" -tinyredrose (rose, EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO KNOW.)

[ Hey there.

This is where I would put the joke answer if I had one.

I do not have one.

NSFW under the cut, and ask yourself if you really need or want to read it, and go on with your day. ]

...This was as hard as he could go, and he put zero effort in sparing her petit body any pain. The hell was her problem? From the moment she had made her intentions clear, his motions had been greedy, rough, and hungry without a care for her thoughts, like a creature ravishing faceless meat. Perhaps he had exaggerated his brutish pawing to scare her off, made the worst mockery of a laugh to send her running, and yet she stayed, and he would not back down, even if his movements were confused, inexperienced, and frantic.

She cried again for him to "go harder", and he was truly at a loss. He could hear the slaps, the slams, hell even some thuds, and he was already short of breath. He gripped his fingers into her harder, as if to enforce his power, only to find that he could grip no harder. This was it.

He slapped her ass, more to hurt than pleasure her, and he heard only a mild coo instead of a shriek. He made his thrusts as frenzied as he could, but it was not long before she asked it again.

Harder.

A squeeze of her throat? A yank of her hair? Slamming her into the walls, into the floors?

Harder.

Harder?

Harder?!

When the two did eventually finish - and by some unholy miracle, they did both finish, if barely - their sinful soiree, the Dung Eater would remember it as yet another reason to feel like a small man in a big world. Rose would remember it as a disappointing fuck.

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Holding hands.

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"I would throttle you. Not even sexually."

You would not be able to control whether or not I derive sexual pleasure from your action.

Know that you are hopeless and your actions in vain.

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[ to the ask of having a certain thing of his eaten, i was going to make a joke but it was so disgusting and nasty and inhuman that i decided to just delete the ask

know that i saved you from yourself ]

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Public… displays of affection!

[ignobiliss]

It's a wretched affair in which the noise is too wet, the flesh slaps too hard, and the moans sound more the raspy, deepthroated bellows of dying animals than anything pleasurable. Sharp teeth sinking into leather-thick flesh, gnarled hands gripping malformed faces, all of it so painful and tight and ugly, ugly, ugly. Two ugly bodies taking each other in ugly motions with ugly sounds and ugly intent. But ugliness be damned, they took each other with so much desperate desire they almost ate each other. In this dream, there is nothing approaching love - but desire is clear in every frantic thrust and every lap of the tongue.

2. Confused/Uncomfortably aroused

Usually, nightmares were the thing to cause her to wake up in a cold sweat- but this was certainly new. Of course, the thought of seeing just what she could do to him, or what he could do to her has passed through her mind once in a while but...surely, even he wouldn't indulge her need to be loved. Her pulse still hammered as she'd curl up into herself, drawing the blankets over her pale form, as if to hide herself from unseen eyes. Her thighs were unbearably sticky, and now more than ever did she want to crawl out of her own skin.

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Feet

Make sure your feet are under the covers, not dangling over the bed.

Or I'll suck on your toes.

And then I'll eat them.

[scotchymemes]

NASTY NSFW SENTENCES

“Harder…” “God, you feel so good around me.” “I want to make you forget about the world and everything in it.” “Don’t stop–” “Please–” “Beg for it.” “I love the sound of your voice when you’re all hot and bothered.” “You’re so wet already.” “I want to taste myself on your lips.” “Wait–” “Don’t – It hurts.” “Just like that.” “I love the feeling of your hands all over my body.” “God, I love how your breasts feel in my hands.” “You like that, don’t you?” “I can’t hear you.” “You dirty boy/girl.” “Fuck – you’re so big.” “You’re so tight–” “I just love it when you squirm.” “Please – Let me cum.” “I want you inside of me, now.” “I want to be inside you so badly.” “Bite me.” “You okay like this?” “You want me to go a little slower?” “Already?” “Just thinking about it already makes me so wet.” “I can’t stop thinking about your hands on my skin.” “Your breasts are so soft.” “Like this?” “I want your mouth around me.” “I’m gonna cum.” “I love the taste of you.” “You’re trembling – You’re close, aren’t you?” “I want to make you tremble and squirm and cry out my name as I make you cum.” “God, I love that thing you do with your fingers/tongue.” “I can’t stop thinking about your cock…”

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[ and if you send in the obvious answer to that meme, i will not publish it, just assume that i have a dozen in the inbox already ]