HI I'M 16P ANGEL AND I AM THE N1 SHIPPER OF THE TE DOMS! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Note: This IS SHIP ART! HAHAHAHAHAHHA
I'm very surprised my "Drawing Battery" didn't reset with this drawing. I guess I am VEEEERY 16Pilled this week LOL. As a TE user the way I "rest" is by studying… being creative is a process of "whenever my brain wants me to". Plus I have ADHD (and ritalin just doesn't work bro) so I tend to get "bored" easily of an activity and feel the need to go the next one. Last week I spent playing Minecraft. 😭
Yes, I started this drawing actually as a "part 2" of an old drawing of mine. Why of course I ship these ladies since the beginning. And in my blog, people were being like suuuper annoying saying this ship "can't work" and to them I say: 🖕.
I also wanted to make a cute scene with them giving gifts to each other because giving gifts feels so good. I think if you have TE paying for things for other people feels like, really good, I can't pinpoint why, ESPECIALLY if the gift is useful for that person. And for femme ladies of course jewelry and bags ARE USEFUL! 🏳️🌈
I should mention that I'm a 16P multishipper so I ship any and all characters. I love shipping random characters since I was little so of course in adulthood I'm still the same, it is just part of my fandom self at this point! So if you want to ship any character from 16P I'm totally on your side lol.
However these ladies are my absolute favorite. f!ENTJ and f!ESTJ have such adorable designs, they are my favorite together with f!INTP.
Anyways, I will see what else I can do. ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
Summary: It has been some days since your last bump in with your boss, this time things get even more heated than before.
Warnings: Carmilla has a dick, breeding, semi public sex, office sex, rough sex, minimal aftercare (barely there)
Word count: 1.1k
It had been a rather ordinary day, the previous encounter with your boss long forgotten as you did your tasks. However, while you were filling a rapport, one of her closer assistants tapped you on the shoulder. "Yeah?" You questioned, turning around to face the young sinner. They looked at you for a moment, rubbing the back of their neck before managing an answer. "Miss Carmine wants to see you. She's... Not in the best of moods." Oh. Oh no, what had you done this time. Regardless of your nervousness - and perhaps even anticipation - you slowly made the treck over to her office.
You took a small moment to compose yourself, eventually knocking on the door, fueled by a fear of disappointing her. You heard her low voice call from the other side of the door, allowing you to come in. And come in you did. Now, standind in front of her desk, you swallowed thickly. "You... wanted to see me, miss?"
She raised her gaze, finally acknowledging you properly. Promptly, she got up from her seat, and circled the desk to stand in front of you. With a tilt of her head, she grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look up into her infernal eyes, burning with residual anger and something deeper. Arousal, perhaps? "Indeed," she mused eventually, turning your face this way and that. Your stomach clenched in anticipation, excited especially after what had happened last time you were called in.
Soon enough, your prayers were answered. She didn't waste much time in pulling you flush against her, her head dipping down to your neck. "I missed the way you squirm for me, little pet..." She murmured, fangs grazing your neck before biting down. You couldn't help the pathetic moan falling from your lips, and you could feel just how her hands tightened on you, claws digging in just shy of painful.
Before you could perhaps apologize for making such an embarrassing sound, she threw you onto her desk, pressing your chest against it as she pulled up your shirt.
You could feel a growl from her as she pressed herself against your ass, a bulge grinding into the space between your thighs. Her voice was low when she spoke, dangerous in how quiet it was, "You're going to take my cock like a good girl, and if I hear so much as one complaint about it, you won't like the consequences." Oh dear lord. That did something to you, something utterly sinful, heat curling low in your belly and making your poor cunt clench around nothing. "Okay, yes, I'll... I'll be good for you..." You whispered, pressing your forehead against her desk.
She undid her pants - desperate to have you as fast as possible - before she practically ripped yours down. Her cock grinded between your cheeks, before sliding down. She pressed her tip against your already slick cunt, before sinking within your heat in one hard thrust, the motion accompanied with a quiet groan from the older woman.
Her cock was relentless, every time her hips were pressed flush against your ass, you could feel the tip of her cock nuzzle up against your cervix. She was ruthless. She had her tights down just enough so her cock would be free, meanwhile yours were down to your ankles, your shirt pushed up so your tits pressed painfully up against the harsh wood of the desk.
You were clinging to that desk for dear fucking life. Your vision was blurry and your lungs felt tight, but you loved every second of it. Her large hands were on your hips, before she trailed one of her hands up your spine to grab a wad of hair, pulling your head back roughly. You yelped and your cunt clamped down on her cock. She lets out a guttural growl at that. The feeling of your cunt around her cock was intoxicating and she loved every minute of it.
"Please...I need..." You whined softly, the pleading falling on deaf ears. She wanted to get some pent up anger out after a meeting, making up an excuse as to why she needed to see you. God, how she fucking hated Velvette, so disrespectful and brash, with the way she dressed so provocative, how her pants deliciously wrapped around her legs and ass.
You could feel her precum leaking into your tight cunt. You were panting by this point, and you could tell she was close, you were too. She released your hair and your head fell back against her desk. After which, she moved one of her hands between your legs, using her large finger to brush against your clit. You squeal, your legs snapping shut and your back arching, almost painfully so.
Your pussy wrapped around her cock squeezed hard, desperately trying to draw her in deeper and keep her there as you gushed around her. You had never came so hard in your life. It didn't even seem like she had any intentions of stopping either.
You looked behind your shoulder and the sight you saw was intoxicating. Sweat dripped down her face and her fangs were bared in a snarl. Her hair was down and washed over her back like a white waterfall, seemingly never ending. Her chest heaved with each rough breath. Her thrust were powerful but you could see her arms begining to shake, and feel her thrusts losing rhythm. Oh fuck she was close. Her eyes were half lidded, filled with lust. Fuck she looked like a goddess...
Her hips stuttered against yours once, then twice, and then a final time as she spilled deep into your cunt, her cock twitching within you while she let out the tiniest of moans. Her forehead fell against your back as you both caught your breaths, before she abruptly pulled out and fixed herself. A little rude, maybe, but not unusual. If anything she seemed almost flustered at having lost her composure that way.
She looked at you, debating on what to do, before leaning over with a sigh and wiping up the cum - her cum - leaking out of you with a tissue. After you were cleaned up she leaned down and pressed a kiss to you back, using the opportunity to pull your pants up at the same time. "You did well..." She said, voice quiet, far less frustrated than earlier, which was honestly a good thing. You thanked her before getting back up onto shaky legs.
"You're off work for the rest of the day. Go rest," were the words she gave to you before you were dismissed.
Thinking about being subtly forcemasced by my femme and not realizing until it's too late
"be a gentleman and do that for me bear" "is that how a good boy behaves?" "You need to start testosterone love, I need your tdick to be big enough to breed me" "man up and carry my things" "you're so handsome, love"
Introducing me to her friends as her butch, not letting up on using "he" and making everyone confused on if I'm a lesbian or a man and him blurring that line further than I even do, custom making me to be her personal obedient good boy.
"Lubber," a Percheron/Belgian/Shire partbred, and one of the tallest draft horses who ever lived, measuring 6 ft 8 at the withers
By: George M. Ponton
From: The Empire of Equus
1974
For now, my boy is done :> Meet Ce’sei, a predalien crossed with a Xenomorph Queen and a Yautja.
And for those who may be interested in his info so far ->
Name: Ce’sei
Age: Adult
Height: 11’8” (Paya help his spine)
His backstory is still a bit shaky, but at the basis he is the result of a bad blooded Yautja’s experiments who wanted to create the strongest and most challenging prey himself. He messed around a lot with xenomorph DNA specifically since they pose as one of the most challenging hunts themselves. You can imagine why he was exiled by his clan and labeled bad blood. He was only exiled when he brought one of his experiments before his clan and it resulted in several deaths when he lost control of the specimen. Even after he was exiled it didn’t stop his work. He went on trying to create something more deadly than he had before, and was finally successful when Ce’sei came along. Only he’ll never know of his success as he lost control of his specimen once again. A genetically modified face-hugger took over the yautja, resulting in him becoming the host for his final creation. Instead of working around to get it out of him and start over, he accepted being the host either because he realized this was a result of his own hubris, and or he figured he’d be the perfect host for his DNA to ultimately mix with the chestburster. He sat down, documented his final words and waited for his inevitable demise.
His present day info is still being worked on but I do plan for him getting mixed up with more bad bloods and it ultimately going south for him. I hope to show more of this in art and or writing form, but this feels like a decent start.
XENOMORPH OTHERKIN DECOR!! or.. anything. for xenomorph.. pleas.e.
꩜ Xenomorph Graphics // Request
・ ⟢ ⋮ Free to use, credit not required but appreciated. Reposts/Edits/Recolours/adding to Masterlists or hoards allowed.
HIII MIKHAIL YES YES SURE I went with green to try and match ur new Rentry, hope that’s okay! I used photopea for the first time ever yayayaya I’m happy with how the top two graphics came out! Okay I hope you like these <333