Calming Night

Beep! Beep! I’m 26!

[abby-howard]

A couple scenes from a little gay vampire story I was kicking around a couple years ago! I sometimes do little pencils-only scenes for things and never post them. But I was looking back at these and was like why not? They're cute!

I have a whole story for these two, but just for funsies, something to do every now and then when I need to let loose.

[abby-howard]

(she will eat them though)

[we-with-the-lgbtqfanfiction]

Day 18: Uniform (Hetalia Germany x sub!bottom!male!reader)

[His fan name is Ludwig, so that's what I'll use.]

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Ludwig stood at the end of the bed, arms behind him. His face was stern. He was wearing his uniform at your request. And you were bound and gagged at his, his gloved fingers touched your skin as he did you up as he pleased.

His lips turned upwards in a grin. "My boy looks wunderbar just like this." He said bluntly with a nod. "Mhhphh." You let out through the gag, your dick hard and on display for your boyfriend to gaze and touch as he liked.

He walked towards you in a practiced march. One leg on the bed making it creak.

"What is your safe word, mein Geliebter?"

"Nghh ahhh nnngghhnn." You try to respond, but your tongue is pinned down by the gag in your mouth.

"The nonverbal one. You are gagged, meine Liebe." He let out a chuckle at your antics. "Come now, my boy, you remember, don't you?" He encouraged rubbing his leather gloved hand touch your stumach.

Your bound hands make their way up to the headboard and knock on it three times quickly.

"Very good. Good boy." He said, nodding in approval.

The praise made you moan. 'Praising me while wearing that. I might cum just from that.' You thought.

Ludwig made his way between your legs, gloved hands roaming your body it tickled a bit, but the cool leather felt nice on your warm skin.

"Mng mahh nnngghh!" You moaned as one of his hands made its way around your dick the other on one of your hard nipples.

The gloves rough on your skin. It felt good and too much all at once.

Your hips bucked up into the touch. One of his legs that was under your thighs made its way over your hip, stopping your movements. "Ngh, mmmnn."

He heard come out of your lips and shook his head.

"Nien, don't do that. I get to decide the pace. Be good. I know you like to be mien good boy." He said it in a gruff tone. The fabric on your hip you were sure would be too abrasive if you didn't obey. You wanted to be his good boy, so you nodded.

His hand stroked you at a slow even pace, and the hand on your hard nub. Flicked and pinched at your nipple. Your lubed hole clenches onto the butt plug deep inside of you. Pre cum globs over the german's gloved knuckles and he lets go of you twitching dick. He tsked, but he looked amused. His hand then goes down to toy with the dildo twisting and tugging at it.

"Nnghhh~." You moaned mouth drooling a bit.

He slowly he removes the toy, the other hand letting go of your nip to unbuckle and unzip his pants. The plug comes out with a squelching pop.

After a bit of clicking and clanking, his buckle is off. Next, you hear the zipper and watch him shimmy the pants down watching as his fingers go under his underwear, pulling them down and his dick sping out of their confinds.

His dick hits his abdomen, your eyes not able to look away. You hole twitching around, nothing feeling so empty. You really need him inside you.

He takes his dick in his hand, hitting it against your own dick then moving down rubbing circles around your puckering hole. Slipping the tip in easily from the lube. With no warning, he slams inside you.

"Mmmhh, mnhhh!" You scream out moans as a tear slides down your cheek. You came then and there.

But even as you came he kept ponding your ass with his cock and hips reddening your ass cheeks. "Fuck, nngh! You're such a bad fahhcking boy cumming with out permission." With one hand he squeezed and strock at your dick overstimulating you till it hurt as punishment.

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[wunderbar is wonderful]

[mein Geliebter is my beloved]

[meine Liebe is my love]

[Nien is no. I'm sure you all know already.]

(648 words)

[narcissistnihilist]

Can I request russia breeding the reader? Him putting the reader into a mating press since he wants some kids😛😛😛

getting bred by ivan

AFAB reader | mdni | smut | not proofread

notes: oh this is DISGUSTING.. but a great idea hashhsuahahehhja.. ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

ivan genuinely liked you. and despite his trained, calm smile, he didn’t like a lot of people. you were different to him. and ivan never really expressed sexual desires (or desires in general) that he had— when he thought of something, normally, his hand would do the trick.

and yes, ivan jerks off. doesn’t everyone? he’s just more careful about it than most. none of this is to say that ivan necessarily faked his personality. he just wasn’t open about his thoughts. but you were. you were someone who loved the dirty talk. who chased it. and ivan would give it to you, but only if he was sure you were asking for it.

“ivan?” your head turned.

you and him were sat on his bed together. ivan would get pretty lonely out in the snow, in the middle of basically nowhere, so you made it a duty to visit him whenever you could.

“mmhm?” he’d gently hum, keeping his face towards the tv screen that was playing a random movie that was obsolete to the moment.

“aren’t you warm?”

he finally looked over at you, keeping his never-faltering smile, “did you forget we are in russia?”

“yeah.. but your heating is on and this bed is warm.” you excused.

“.. are you asking me to undress myself?”

you blinked with a sigh, looking off. the goal was to be a natural-kind of sexy about it, but his bluntness ruined it.

“yeah.” your head nodded, “that’s.. yeah.”

“oh. okay.” he nodded back, his lips curving up a bit more.

as you watched ivan remove his clothes, you thought more about him. if you ever wanted to get down and dirty wit him, he’d almost never refuse. the only times he would refuse would be when he was genuinely busy with something, and even then he’d express that he was sorry and wanted to.

ivan always came down to the same quote— ‘if i could, i would.’. because of this, you’d always make it clear to him that it was totally okay to refuse your advances. he seemed to understand before you’d even mention it. your train of thought seemed to immediately halt when you saw his bare chest.

the sight felt beautiful to you. ivan wouldn’t let himself be vulnerable around just anyone— it was a risk to russia’s reputation. your body shifted closer to him and your hand raised to feel the warm skin. ivan simply watched your hand while quietly humming once more.

“.. y’know..” your own head landed onto his bare shoulder, “this is working me up a bit.”

“is it?” he questioned, “would you like to do something more?”

“yea.”

“okay, любимый.” ivan moved himself, turning his back to the tv so that he could carefully push you down.

as your hair hit back against the pillow, your eyebrows barely furrowed as you glanced away. ivan was always gentle with sex. it was nice— and it was heartwarming to see his care in its full glory, but..

it didn’t always fulfill you. the lack of dirty talking or elongated foreplay almost agitated you too much to help you remain wet and horny. but you knew ivan wasn’t purposely trying to irritate you. after all, communicating what you want is how you get what you want.

he leant down to softly kiss you. what started as a regular kiss derailed into a makeout. in between breaths, you decide to speak out the dirty talk you craved from him.

“i want you inside of me..” you panted, “badly..”

“you will get it..” he assured you, “don’t worry, миленький..”

“ungh.. but i want it now..”

ivan left your lips and moved down to your neck, unbuttoning your pajama shirt for you. his tongue left salivary art upon the skin.

“let me take this off for you, then..” he mumbled.

“fuck, yes, ivan!”

your dirty talk had worked— he was being vocal for a change. his smiling face was buried where your neck and shoulder meet, pounding into you roughly. you could even hear soft groans leave his lips— a rare occurrence, even in bed.

“m-mmh.. you feel so good, любимый..” he ran his hands down your weak body, eventually pausing on your hips and gripping them securely.

“i-ivan..” you whimpered, unable to stop the one reoccurring thought you had, “.. i-ivan, please..”

his response was a hard thrust and a whisper of, “yes?”

“d-don’t pull out.”

ivan stopped. it gave you both confusion and a moment to catch your breathe.

“i-ivan?” you stammered worriedly when you came back to your senses. was that too dirty for him?

a minute. he didn’t responded for a full minute. but then, he did.

“.. you don’t want me to pull out?” ivan sat up.

he stared down at you. his eyes.. god, those eyes. they had a sudden spike of lust in them. and more shockingly, his smile was gone.

“.. no..” you confirmed.

a pit of nervousness formed in your stomach. something had drastically changed in him.

“are you sure?”

your legs just barely moved, but ivan’s hands caught them. he pushed them down by your sides, painfully open.

“f-fuck— fuck yes.. yes, ivan.. yes.” your body subconsciously twitched.

your mind was gone. as your head lolled back mindlessly and your eyes did the same, ivan continued to relentlessly pound your tired hole with that thick cock you never thought you’d get to experience this way.

with the way he was ontop of you and the position you were both in, there was no closing your legs. letting him fuck your brains out was pretty much the only option. and as soon as you brought up the idea of not pulling out, ivan rushed to it.

his smile had returned, but it almost seemed patronising now, “you like it, сладкая шлюшка?”

you had no idea what his russian words meant, but they sounded both loving and condescending. he clearly enjoyed seeing you so.. ruined. disheveled, even.

“.. y-yes.. ngh..” your mouth drooled just barely.

his thrusts weren’t the gentle ones you were used to. they were hard and rough. and with each thrust, he made sure to nestle himself deep inside your pussy, just to make sure that if he accidentally came, it would be deep within you.

“if you get pregnant..” he leaned down further to talk to you, “we are keeping it, хорошо?”

“o-okay—“

“good.” he gave your throat a small nuzzle, “and if you don’t, we are doing this again until you do.”

he slammed his hips back and forth into you, until eventually he began to let out moans of his own. they turned you on even more, and it became apparent that cumming inside of you had been a long-term desire of his that he didn’t have the confidence to act upon.

his right hand fled down your stomach until it reached your abdomen, and then your clit. his smooth thumb rubbed your swollen clit in circles, causing you to tremble.

“i-ivan— i-i can’t take—“

“yes you can.” he flashed you that signature, kind smile.

“i-i can’t—“

“yes you can.” he repeated more menacingly.

so, you shut yourself up and drowned out your own protests with whines. not much longer passed until ivan’s moans became more desperate and animalistic, and so did his rough hip-movements.

“o-oh— ah—!” his eyebrows creased as he leaned downwards more comfortably. his position probably wasn’t comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care.

with a back arch and a tight grip of your hips, ivan came. but despite his euphoria, he made sure to push himself deep inside. the feeling of his warm cum filling you was enough to cause your own orgasm, which was surprisingly a lot less dramatic than his.

both of you spent a long time jus breathing and processing. ivan refused to pull out for a good while. but when he did, he collapsed onto you tiredly. his already sleepy face was buried into your collarbone, and your hand raised to stroke his hair.

you figured that getting bred by him.. wasn’t going to be a one-time occurrence.

second note: sorry if this sucks anon.. i was half asleep while writing it (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶) and i also find it funny how it’s a universally accepted thing that ivan is into breeding lol

[desired-fantasy-writings]

(Most) NSR characters reaction to receiving flowers from their S/O

Request by: I forgor Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanon Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1028

Zuke

For being the chillest dude in the city, he honestly grows confused, yet flattered. He isn't much into flowers, but he appreciates them never the less with a growing blush on his cheeks. He's never gotten flowers from anyone before, but he'd rather buy his S/O flowers instead cause he loves to see their reaction (including giving them lots of kisses right after.)

DK West

Same as Zuke (cause he's his older brother obviously, duh) but acts very excitable as he picks his S/O up in a big bear hug. He's quite surprised they did something quite out of the norm, but he appreciates their enthusiasm when they show him the flowers with a jolly yet anxious look on their face. 

Mayday

Oh boy. If you thought she was already cracked, she'd be even more cracked tossing the thought of personal space out the window when her S/O gives her flowers. She's always excited getting anything from her S/O in general really, but the flowers they picked out were her favourite colour (and they smelt nice.) Since she lives in a sewer, she couldn't keep the poor things alive. Zuke told her so after all.

Eve

Poor thing grows into a blushing mess, basically speechless. She's just so appreciative while loving the generous gift. The flowers that her S/O gifted her gave Eve the inspiration she needed for her next art piece. This new sense of inspiration lead Eve to taking the flowers (including their S/O) to her studio and started a new project that evolved all around them, the flowers, and every amount of love Eve has for her S/O into it. 

Tatiana

Doesn't seem amused or impressed by them at first, but she takes the flowers from her S/O and thanks them anyway. Tatiana is quite a softy when she's alone so when no ones looking (including her S/O) she's able to finally use a somewhat-expensive-vase that was the perfect size for the flowers, leaving them in her office. When her S/O comes up to her office, they seem them on the table while Tatiana admired them. Let's just say after that happened Tatiana and her S/O have an "argument" about who's the cutest one now in their relationship. 

Neon J

He finds it weird at first (regardless of his S/O's gender) Neon only acted like this not to hurt their feelings of course, but this was just something he wasn't used to. Time passed by until Neon grew flustered, but his S/O caught him read-handed, pulling him into a hug. Neon J admits it while hugging them back, no longer being able to hide it behind his tough exterior anymore.

Rin (1010)

Would be in complete shock. He thought it was supposed to be the other way around. The bouquet of camellia's where beautiful to his eyes though. He's quite flattered either way, (and very blushy) and doesn't know what to say or do. Being the emotional robot Rin was, he almost bursts into tears, but holds them in and brings his S/O in a bone crushing hug after snapping himself out of his shocked state.

Zimelu (1010)

His face is as bright as a lava lamp once he sees a bouquet of amaryllis's in his S/O's hands. He felt strange receiving flowers, but thankfully takes them into his hands with a quick thank you. He basically turns very tsundere. He won't admit it, but after he received the flowers, he immediately looks for a vase and got them all nice and pretty on his nightstand right by the window, admiring them.

Purl-Hew (1010)

Acts very tsundere receiving the flowers. They were gorgeous blue flowers. He tries to hide his blushing, bright cheeks, but fails miserably. He also tries to hide a growing smile on his face. If him and his S/O are alone, he'd hold them close and kiss them all over their face. Since he's too shy to speak at that moment, his actions spoke for him.

Haym (1010)

Knowing how Haym is receiving any gift from his S/O, he was a thrilled blushy boy after receiving the bouquet of blue violets. Yeah, they'll die eventually, but it's the meaning behind the flower and the thought that counts! Haym showers his S/O with affection after receiving them.

Eloni (1010)

Doesn't know how to react to the bouquet of pink roses. He was pretty shocked. His cheeks grew the brightest they've ever been, blinding their S/O's eyes slightly. He apologizes and says he can't help it with a giant smile on his face while picking up his S/O to take them to his room to shower then with affection.

DJSS

DJ's reaction was... not too pleasant at first. He acted like his egotistical self, but he was a bit more rude about it (cause of his masculinity, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that) He kept calling them simpleton, but not in a joking way like he usually would. This left his S/O saddened, feeling tears start falling down their eyes. They begin to walk away as the flowers plopped on the ground. After hearing them leave, DJ huffs, feeling bad that he reacted the way he did. He turns around in his chair to see the flowers on the ground. They were a mixture of colours just like the galaxy. DJ then realized he fucked up, getting up to grab the flowers and looked for his S/O. He felt his heart sink as he quickly grabbed his phone to call them. Not to get too personal or anything, but when his S/O picked up, DJ was already driving to their house to cater and love them to apologize for him being such an asshole. 

Kliff

This rat of a man acts quite tsundere. He acts like he's upset and despises the flowers, but truly he doesn't. He's always appreciated and loved plants, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that so they could embarrass him even more with their way of expressing their love and affection for him.

[temnayajija]

wfsn!!!

ludwig in gear🐎

horsey

[novaoinova]

Viktor on autopilot

[interncontinental]

i think we should all start going by my little ponys localization method plus theres SO many synonyms for country we can use!!! any other ideas for funny phrases countries would say: please tell me as soon as possible

[stxrside]

Just some morning countryball doodles.

[xinfenix]

A warm welcome to Florida 🐊 🇺🇸

this is my obligatory polandball post for the next few months lol

[komodoze]

Quick Legoshi and Melon sketches cuz season 3

Legoshi doesn’t have his scars cuz I don’t care when I’m tired (I will later but eh)

[taldigi]

cat distribution system works in mysterious ways

[sumthinganarchy]

were actually going a bit insane, chat

this shit hurt MY FUCKIN HANDS

[eternal-yaoi-expert-demon-lover]

The demon huffing p3’s unwashed boxers,, groaning while his eye rolls to the back of his head. He rubs his face on the spot that smells the strongest and starts purring loudly. Yeah. Yeah I’ll leave now sorry about that🚶‍♂️

[kino-der-joon]

Please share your headcanons on Richtofen squared i BEG 🙏🙏🙏

💫 Hello, hello!! Welcome in! Ask, and you shall receive!! 🙂‍↕️ ✨

💫 RICHTOFEN² HC’S!✨

✨ Lore wise, the first meeting between Primis! Richtofen and Ultimis! Richtofen actually happens during the time Ultimis! Richtofen is a zombie after the events of Bo2!

✨ He can’t speak it, but there’s a charm he sees in his younger self. It’s almost as if the sun is in his younger self’s eyes, he lights up a room in ways Ultimis Richtofen could only dream to! There’s no menacing edge, no aura of fear, just pure warmth and a sense of endearing naivety.

✨ Ever the narcissist, Ultimis! Richtofen can’t help but admire Primis! Richtofen’s bone structure, and the way his deep set eyes strike him. There’s also a sense of envy in there somewhere, especially being undead. He feels older than ever before, and yet here another version of himself is, popping in and out of portals, rushing around for blood vials and some strange old relics.

✨ When he’s back in his body, he can’t help but wonder about his other self. Why did he want the summoning key? What was that book? The blood vials had actually been his own idea, but why did the other him want them so badly? Maybe his other self is a vampire- That would certainly explain the pallor. Either way, he hopes he can see him again to see how his own genius paid off!

✨ And so, it seems, his wish is granted! He won’t ever forget that blue portal opening up, his crew’s ’other selves’ spilling out of it. There’s something different about his other self this time. His eyes are sharper, darker, and his body is incredibly tense. He’s also silent. No ‘hallo,’ no ‘good to see you again,’ just…Silence.

✨ Ultimis! Richtofen suspected as much, but in the events of Alpha Omega, it turns out that this other version of Richtofen isn’t the one he met, but a new one with a different personality! Way more fun, it would seem!

✨ Templar! Richtofen is egotistical, battle ready, and not an overly goody-two-shoes who throws frequent pity parties like Primis! Richtofen, which naturally means that Templar! And Ultimis! Richtofen get on like a house on fire! Templar! Richtofen might think Ultimis! Richtofen is a little extreme, but they don’t morally clash!

💫 Now, this is where this ship gets interesting. If we assume Primis! And Ultimis! Richtofen got to spend a lot of time together in a different au with slightly different lore, I believe their relationship would blossom something like this: 💫

✨ Ultimis! Richtofen is evil incarnate. What he did to Samantha, to Maxis, it is unforgivable! Such a twisted mind deserves nothing more than a bullet to the brain, an unceremonious send off before he’s forgotten to the sands of time. Primis! Richtofen holds rage in his veins, but also an urge to protect the rest of the world from this mad man’s path.

✨ Primis! Richtofen is an overly emotional wreck with a biased moral compass that forever points in the direction of his own absolvement. He is a well of untapped potential, and the fact he’s been so for this long is unforgivable! The voices of The Aether whisper such beautiful suggestions to Ultimis! Richtofen as he looks at his other self: Blood splattered across his cheek bones, violence stomping out all the light in his eyes, moral corruption and temptation that Ultimis! Richtofen knows he can speak! There’s an itch under his skin to make those voices happy…

✨ At first, the two are oil and water. They are only ever one word away from aiming their guns at each other and shooting with reckless abandon. Primis! Richtofen hisses an insult, Ultimis! Richtofen meets it with teasing and laughter, but they both agitate each other like bed bugs.

✨ Violence, unfortunately, is a language they both understand, and this gives them some common ground when they eventually…Fight along side each other in sync? It’s the first time it’s happened, and it’s unsettling to watch.

“I have great news, hell-spawn! You have just qualified for one of my discount lobotomies!”

Covered in blood and far too wrapped up in his role, Primis! Richtofen doesn’t notice Ultimis! Richtofen’s stare of awe. It only glitters in his eyes for a few moments before he snatches an MP40 off the wall and hands it to him.

“Scalpel, Doktor~!”

“Thank you, Doktor~!”

✨ The pair actually end up laughing together! Their morbid puns rubbing off on each other so much that they both forget themselves, losing sight of who it is they’re each speaking to. When the heat of battle dies down, they both catch their breaths, and in the silence, their smiles slowly fade.

✨ Primis! Richtofen remembers the anguish his other self caused to so many. He remembers the dark, the evil.

✨ Ultimis! Richtofen remembers his goal, and almost celebrates! But, that smile falls, and so does his own.

“Don’t- Don’t look at me like that- I am nothing like you. This was a one off!”

“Awh, are you sure? Because for a moment there, it was like looking into ein mirror~!”

✨ They’re both tense again, but Primis! Richtofen can’t drown out the thoughts anymore. He had just delighted in carnage. He had gotten so lost, he was far more violent than usual…What on Earth would Maxis think of him?

✨ Ultimis! Richtofen sneaks glances at his other self constantly, but now there’s more than just an urge to choke out the goodness in him. As he watches his other self frown and stare down at the ground in contemplation, his hands itch to pat his shoulder. He wants to comfort him, assure him…The voices rage so violently in his head, it makes his stomach churn.

✨ The more Ultimis! Richtofen reflects, the sickening realisation hits him like a freight train. He doesn’t want to corrupt his other self on behalf of the voices anymore, he wants to be on the same page because he…Likes how his heart races when he’s next to him. He likes their repertoire even when they’re at each other’s throats. Recently, he’s found himself grooming himself more, taking extra special care of his appearance before their day starts…Uh oh…

✨ Ultimis! Richtofen starts acting like more of a support for Primis! Richtofen in combat, reviving him a few times with quips and one liners like usual. But, there’s something different. He’s holding himself back. Primis! Richtofen notices it, and asking how his other self is doing comes out of his mouth so naturally it takes him off guard.

✨ Ultimis! Richtofen doesn’t admit it, but he knows what’s wrong deep down. He isn’t ashamed, of course he’s not! But, he knows he shouldn’t be flustering at his other self’s laugh like he is. He has a job to do, a job assigned by the almighty one from above: Corrupt and destroy…But how can he?

✨ Being more subdued, Primis! Richtofen is able to trap him in more heartfelt conversations. It’s under the guise of not wanting his other self to get distracted and get them both killed in combat, but in truth, it’s because he knows his older self is a loose canon. He can’t have the man being unpredictable, not if he wants to live. Backstabbing and twisting the truth was as normal to Ultimis! Richtofen as breathing. Though, there’s something uncanny in the way Ultimis! Richtofen brushes him off- It’s almost too genuine.

✨ How they actually end up together is anyone’s guess, but they stay in a tense limbo for quite a while, trying to figure out each other’s feelings and how to express them!

✨ Thank you so much for your request!! I hope this suffices, and I’m sorry about any typos I may have missed! ✨

[pepurr777]

[safk-art]

dustys pet

[matiasman1]

A little late to the party, happy Hellboy Day! (was on the 23rd, so I guess happy Hellboy Week)

These are all from the hellboy fangame I'm making in godot.

Purple lady is Liz, gonna make Abe soon. Wide image is characters from Seed of Destruction, including the Cavendishes, Rasputin and His Cronies and Sven Olafson

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