Re Shane pussy I bet he gets so obscenely wet. Like gets-stressed-it-might-be-a-medical-problem wet. His cunt: dripping. His thighs: glistening. His bedding: absolutely soaked through. Like he needs two towels if he’s ever going to touch himself because it ends up being So. Much.
It ends of being such a point of embarrassment for him because he thinks it’s dirty and gross which of course spirals into internalize shame as he thinks he must be also be dirty and gross for having a body like that. Cue Ilya who could not be more delighted to have wet shiny pussy he can fuck entirely without lube and slicks up his balls when he bottoms out and makes the most insane noises that he’s only ever heard edited into pornos. Not to mention he has to keep Shane on his dick after they’ve both cum because if he pulls out everything will start dripping again making Shane squirm and whine and Ilya needs a minute before he gets hard again he Just came
ok let's go anon, your wet pussy ask is finally making it out of the inbox. I love all the words you've said here. Apologies it took me so long to compile my response. Forewarning there is a lot of crowdsourcing in here. Everyone's brains are so big and horny and I'm kissing them all.
First of all, i'm adding here some great tags left by @mybloodstream-caffeine on my original shane pussy post thankyou, you visionary 😚
And also some more tags by @bonejar 😚
Also using this space to shout out some other beautiful Shane pussy posting 😚😚🧠
ilya wanting to bury his face in shane's pussy and in fact begging for it by @autistichollander
shane having WAP disease and discovering he can squirt by @autistichollander and @81tunamelts
a gorgeous piece of literature about Shane and his toys by @loverboy-shane
shane grinding all up on ilya's leg making his own slip n slide by @trigonometer
shane riding/using ilya's face to get off (hot) by @crossnecklace
ilya begging for puss but he's only allowed the tip and NO penetration by @virginshane
Edit: also this absolutely insane shanepussy essay by @mybloodstream-caffeine anon
Edit: some great thoughts about big t dick AND supersoaker Shane by @iloveryanprice
And now my own very disjointed thoughts, a collection of vignettes, if you will. [Author's Note: from my research I note that a lot of folks in the shanepussy hivemind see shane as trans, which is great I love that! I have not specified this in my writing bc my thoughts were just- shane has a pussy, idk why or how, he just does and it's hot ok. I am cis fem and don't have a lot of knowledge of the trans experience which is 100% on me. I feel it's important you have this context, please don't shoot me with guns. Continue to fill in the blanks on the origin of said puss however you so desire. Also take a shot every time i say pussy if you'd like to die 🙃 ty in advance for reading]
So yes, Shane's pussy is sopping wet. All the time. And it's a fucking problem. He's going through panty liners like you would not believe. It's not like he's horny all the time. But when he is it's even wetter, like niagra falls down there. He kind of gave up on masturbating because he couldn't stop himself from squirting every damn time and it was such a mess and bother. And yes the towels, soo many towels, so much washing. The exception is of course the high pressure shower head, he has a lot of fun with that.
Of course Shane is embarrassed by it #hisshame, he thinks it's probably not normal, but he doesn't have a lot of experience with girls (making out and heavy petting over clothes), and like he's not gonna ask his mum, geez! and google just brings up so much straight/lesbian porn which is Not helpful. So he endures. (Insert here your thoughts on whether this is related to him being on T or not, like yeah it could definitely be a medical thing, or just a shane thing #hisWAP).
Crucial that ilya fucking loves that sweet little cunt. He's begging on his knees for it, wants to drown in it, drinking his pussy juice like it's the elixir of youth. Shoves his tongue in it every chance he gets. So much face riding i'm dizzy. Ilya grows a playoff beard and makes Shane ride his face until it's bleached two shades lighter.
Ilya would sacrifice all his linen for Shane and aims to make him squirt every single time they hook up, sometimes multiple times if he can. Shane of course is trying his hardest Not to squirt because ew that can't be desirable (he's wrong!!!) So the struggle is real for Ilya "Just let go Hollander, give it to me!"
When they fuck it's squelching and gushing and sounds fucking nasty and filthy. Shane's face is so red, he feels so dirty, and Ilya is fucking grinning like the cheshire cat, calling him a whore for his cock and fucking him faster and harder SHWAP!SHWAP!SHWAP! (thanks to @loontattoo for this acronym/onomatopeia)
Shane grinding his pussy on Ilya's thigh, his bicep, his hand, ilya just offering up any old body part for Shane to rub off on. He gets a grinding pad, slaps it on the arm of the couch, and Shane rides it til there's slick dripping all down the leather, Ilya says "Fuck Hollander, i will put tarp down next time."
Ilya makes Shane ride his pillow, rubbing himself off on it til he cums, soaking it. After he leaves, ilya shoves his face in the pillow inhaling deeply and promptly goes to sleep, has the best sleep of his life high on the fumes of love and pussy.
Sometimes Ilya fucks his ass and just lets Shane's cunt drip down onto where his dick is fucking in and out, coating him with the best lube in the world that money can't buy.
And a slightly more wholesome finale, Ilya calling Shane (in russian) my fountain, my sprinkler, my garden hose.
I am also of course going to include a fic rec (or rather, author rec) bc if you like shane's wet pussy and you're not opposed to a bit of piss with your wap/squirting then you'll enjoy ALL their fics @/huacheesecake on ao3 @huacheesecake 😚😚🧠
Micah sits in silence on the bench facing the airlock as he works to untie the knot lodged in his throat. The dreaded time had finally arrived, the one that strained his anxiety every six months like nauseating clockwork--
ship maintenance day.
In his mind, he could picture his bioshifter crewmate doing cartwheels (of the closest approximation to joy he was capable of) in the definitively joyless void of space merely six feet before him.
The image would be amusing if he didn't also have to be out there.
It wasn't as though he disliked space-- it was quite the opposite. Finding pockets of stunning nebulae on their travels and exchanging locations of rare cosmic events with strangers in passing were high up on reasons space-faring was the life for him. He even kept a bucket-list of once-in-a-lifetime astral phenomena he'd love to one day observe and shared it eagerly with anyone who would listen.
No, it was simply the practice of being submerged in it, hopelessly ungrounded in all orbital planes of direction, protected by nothing but a few layers of thin insulation and cheap synthetic polymers... And, of course, not helped that today specifically required the lugging of sharp, cumbersome tools across a complex mass of machinery that had no business being accessed by one so inexperienced in the field.
But four (five?) hands were better than two, even if those two were damp and graceless.
Gently stroking the helmet by his hip, he breathes out the last reserve of whatever remaining whisper could convince him to stay before launching to his feet and tightening the straps below the metal-rimmed collar of his navy suit. The quicker we get out there, the quicker it gets done, he repeats in thought while donning shock-resistant gloves. He fidgets with the worn cuff edges that barely exposed its thin microfiber lining, distantly wondering if that could be the reason amongst a thousand and one that finally does him in, like a broken seal, like a loose grip, like a hurtling meteoroid--
-- but before he devolves, Micah is shocked to attention by an impatient rapping on the airlock glass, followed by a muffled voice projected from his helmet comms, "Hey, don't have any sense of urgency while you're in there, yeah?"
"Y-yeah, sorry, I'm... I'm..." Micah stutters while making check-pats all over his suit, trailing off after realizing he's still wearing dog tags. With a frazzled motion, he yanks them over his head to shove in the holding compartment before finalizing his safety inspection with the helmet, sliding it into the collar with a satisfying click, "...coming."
Sometimes when people draw transformers porn it really is like looking at a bunch of mechanical parts moving and I cannot tell what is happening anywhere except sometimes there’s fluids and you can also play the fun game of “is that cum or blood”
how do yall name ur dogs? do u base it on breed, goals, personality, looks, etc??
i was struck by lightning w the idea for anubis’ name, but i feel like it’s accurate since he’s a service dog. for my next dog i’ll be keeping his call name he already has, but most likely changing his reg name if i can. i also have a list of saved names for future dogs!
