* i generally use they/them when talking about my self inserts
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i am a switch myself and see most of my f/os as switches (with some exceptions, namely March 7th is strictly a dom top, Evernight is strictly a bottom, Childe is generally a top)
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞:
bdsm, pet play, kemonomimi (animal ears, tails, wings, etc), biting and allusions to cannibalism, ear kink (i really mean it), voyeurism, exhibitionism, blasphemy and hierophilia (specifically christianity), humiliation, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dressing up in general and crossdressing specifically, mommy/caretaking kink
all of my posts here will be marked mature as a rule. feel free to tell me if you need me to tag anything specific for filtering
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i am fine with sharing and love interacting with others, so feel free to send me asks or something
i dont bite :3c but i block liberally and expect you to do the same if you don't want me interacting with you further
i miss yvonne her ass is so fat im no longer suicidal. i need to grab and squeeze it like a stim toy. shes just chilling in bed all cute and i attack her and bite her ass cheek. not necessarily a sex thing even, im being a freak ab my cuteness aggression for her u see. and she complains about the bite marks. not bc it really hurts or anything, just so i kiss it better 💗 and then i eat her out as an apology 💗
Noticing that my favorite devotee has been faltering. Their faith seems fragile and they don't pray as convincingly as they used to. Of course, it is my job as their priest to help them find their way again.
Summoning them to church, just the two of us alone, so I can teach them properly. Having them memorize my scriptures, on their knees and with a vibrating toy inside them to make sure that they can follow the word of god even while distracted.
Bending them over the altar when they're done and having them recite scriptures before god as I thrust my cock into them. Making sure they get them right all the way to the end before I bless them by filling them up properly.
"Good job, my child. Let god see just how devoted you are." I smile down at them as they lay on the altar, cum dripping obscenely down their legs and onto the church floor. "Make sure to always pray as intently as you did today, yes?"
꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader! x Subby! Foul Legacy! Tartaglia, no gendered terms for reader, no mention of reader's anatomy, Foul Legacy has a genital slit and his penis is internal before everted out, handjob (Tartaglia receiving), lmk if I missed anything!
꩜ A/N: once again, if you don't want to read about jerking foul legacy off, don't read this one. I took many liberties with FL's anatomy and mixed and matched a lot LOL,,, shoutout to zero for thinking of the faceplate thing !!! so genius... also "800-1500 words" harharhar. this might be one of my longest fics yet I think w 3337 words...... HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE AINSEL I'm so sosososososo sorry it took so long 😿
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It’s not the first time you take a shortcut through the woods. The route shaves a good ten minutes off your total travelling time home, which in turn can be used for more lounging around. Definitely worth it.
It is, however, your first time encountering such a strange beast leaned up against a tree while walking on the usual path. You’re tempted to keep your head down and simply carry on but a pitiful whine draws your gaze back to their battered frame. Despite their large size, one that easily dwarfs yours even while sat down and hunched over, they don’t seem all that intimidating. The poor thing seems to be injured, one of its clawed hands tightly clutching its side, seemingly to staunch some kind of bleeding from an open wound.
They let out a low growl, angling their wound away from you and squaring their shoulders as if to ward you off.
“Woah, hey now, I mean no harm.” Slowly inching your way closer towards them, you think the beast might understand some semblance of human speech since their wary demeanour changes slightly.
“Let me patch up your wound? I promise I’ll be gentle,” you ask while pointing at the injury, being careful to leave some space between the two of you in the unfortunate case that they decide to suddenly attack.
Luckily, the beast appears to be docile enough. Gingerly, they pry their hand away from their side, revealing to you dark blood seeping out from a nasty gash. Producing some gauze and bandages from an emergency kit in your inventory, you kneel just close enough to work on dressing the injury. You carefully monitor their responses, looking for any indicators that they might lash out while you work. Despite a couple winces, they don’t react negatively in any way, simply choosing to keep their guard up and scan your surroundings, as if on the lookout for signs of an ambush.
As you finish up the bandaging and shuffle backwards to allow the beast some space, they finally shift their gaze downwards to survey your handiwork. However, the moment doesn’t last long. The bushes behind you rustle and in a split second, they’ve bolted away into the trees, leaving you (and the cute little bird that emerged from the bushes and settled on your head) alone.
For some strange unexplainable reason, or maybe this was the universe rewarding you for your good deed, the creature has seemed to grow fond of you after that incident. Week after week, they pace the area near the tree that you first found them at, presumably waiting for whenever you show up. When they finally notice you, their entire frame perks up (and you swear you can almost see a dog tail wag behind them). This is before bounding over and launching their whole frame onto you, causing the both of you to topple over into the grass. Thankfully, they always manage to angle the fall so that their body cushions yours and you’d just be stuck in their embrace for the umpteenth time that month. Not that you really minded all the affection.
The beast lays its head in your lap, face turned to nuzzle into your stomach. Working your hand through their… mane (you've not quite decided whether it's fur or hair), you find that it's surprisingly free from matting or tangles. This conjures up the rather comedic thought of the beast taking its own sweet time to preen and comb out every knot in their mane like some sort of vain pampered housecat.
The thought is enough to draw a light laugh out of you, “You're strangely cute, you know.”
They let out a series of overjoyed chirps and clicks, nuzzling and rubbing their face even more forcefully against your abdomen.
However, the peaceful times with your beast don’t last. For the past few weeks you haven’t seen hide nor hair of them, no matter how often you pass by your usual meeting spot. It’s completely unlike them to go so many weeks without showing up, especially considering how clingy they’ve gotten in the recent weeks.
But there’s finally a development when you notice marks of a scuffle as you cut through the woods once more on a well-worn path. There are claw marks embedded in the trunks of surrounding trees and deep gouges in the dirt. What’s worse are the smudges and trails of blood that darken the ground. Following the traces left behind, you pick up your pace as they take you off the path and further into the trees. As you get closer and closer, you manage to pick up sounds of various weapons clashing against each other, alongside frenzied clamour. Most disturbingly, the yells and shouts seem to fade off into the distance, as if they’ve been run off by their opponent, until you hear it. An ear-piercing pained cry before it tapers off into familiar whines and calls you’ve heard the first time you met your beast.
Alarm floods your system as you race to the source of the sound, your panic and uneasiness surging when the silence between each whine grows increasingly drawn-out. It’s not long before you reach the epicenter of activity but despite the destruction unleashed on the surrounding environment, the truly appalling sight however is the individual slouched over on the ground.
Instead of finding your beast, all that you see before you is a complete stranger, some bloodied man whom you don’t recognise.
Brain kicking into overdrive, a million possibilities zip through your mind. In your frazzled state, you land on the conclusion that your poor beast has been injured, or even worse yet, slain by this man in front of you. The very notion of never seeing them ever again, after all this time the two of you have spent together, shatters your heart.
The man, despite not having looked up, has noticed you. He sucks in a breath before saying, "Ah… I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
Confusion cuts through your frantic emotions, “What the hell are you talking about?” You shift forward towards the stranger, soil and gravel crunching beneath you.
The malice must have shown somewhere in your tone because he’s quick to glance upwards to face you, eyebrows raised, “What? Wait- wait a sec! Hang on, I don’t know what you’re thinking but you’ve got the wrong idea!”
He takes in your expression before sucking in a wheezing breath and launching into an explanation as best and as brief as he can, “Uhm. Well. It might be hard for you to understand at first...”
“...But with such extensive injuries, I wasn’t able to sustain my transformation,” he mumbles this last part in between pained pants. Upon finishing his explanation, Childe stares up at you, a pinched look on his face as he waits for whatever your response to this entire convoluted situation is. However, it takes you a while to even comprehend all he just said and conjure up a coherent sentence.
Blinking once, then twice, you ask him, “You’re actually the beast I’ve been seeing every week?” He nods, albeit a little hesitantly.
“So why haven’t you said anything all this time?” Leveling him with a stern look, Childe’s face heats slightly.
“Would you believe if I said,” he starts meekly, “that getting pampered just felt too nice…?” The end of his sentence tapers off as if he were ashamed to admit it.
That’s… Way too much information for you to process right now, especially with him severely injured and bleeding out right in front of you. Sighing, you kneel down next to him, like you’ve done once before, and procure your first aid items and get to work fixing him up again.
“We’ll talk more about this later,” you huff as you loop the roll of bandages around his torso, making sure to check that it’s secure but not too tight on him. (You don’t notice the tenderness in his gaze as he watches you fuss over him.)
A few visits to a healer, a much needed conversation, and a week or two later, you have a clingy barnacle who has managed to worm his way into your daily life and stubbornly cling to your side. Thankfully, the both of you survived the somewhat awkward confrontation and discussion about the whole “my beastly friend is actually just Some Guy” thing. (Huh, it kind of sounds like one of those fictional stories that’s all the rage in Inazuma right now if you think about it long enough.)
Ajax, as he’s asked you to call him, insists that he should be the one paying for your meals as a show of thanks for all the care you’ve shown to him. Sometimes, on a good day, he even manages to show off his skills in the kitchen. Be it a craving that you mentioned offhandedly, or a comforting dish after a long day, he never shies away from the opportunity to cook for you. You find that it’s much too easy to fall into the cozy domestic cycle of things with Ajax. But alas, you know that once he fully recovers, there’s no guarantee that things will continue on like this.
When the doctors give him a clean bill of health, you’re met with conflicted feelings. You’re not so disillusioned as to think that Ajax would be by your side forever, close as the both of you have gotten lately. But the thought of him exiting your life completely, the thought of him beaming and waving at you before walking off into the crowd… Your heart twinges more than a little.
So when Ajax invites you for the usual stroll in the woods one weekend, (“C’mon, just like old times!”), you think that you hear a tone of finality in his voice.
The weather proves to be nice enough in the early evening, a light breeze blows through and you watch as it tousles Ajax’s ginger hair slightly. Ambient forest noises are interspersed with the relaxed back and forth conversation between the both of you, talking about everything and nothing in particular at the same time.
“You know, it’s a shame that despite how long we’ve known each other, I still haven’t managed to learn more about this form of yours,” you bring up as casually as you can when your pair walks by the area where the gouges in the dirt used to be. The area seems to be slowly recovering from the damage from the fight that Ajax had with fresh sprigs of grass and the underbrush gradually growing back into view.
“You want to learn more about it?” He turns to look at you, “In what way?”
You shrug, “Anything, everything.” A beat passes.
“...I’ll miss you, y’know. And it’s not everyday that you meet someone so interesting, so I might as well learn everything I can about you while I can.”
“You’re going somewhere?” He looks at you, head tilted at an angle like some confused pet.
“Aren’t you? Now that you’re fully recovered and all?”
“Huh?” And now it feels as if you’ve missed out on a very important piece of information but as much as you want it, you don’t dare to think about it until Ajax says it himself.
He groans, dragging a hand down his face, as if he just got a taste of defeat, “And here I thought I was laying it on too thick.”
Straightening back up, he sighs as he takes a few steps away from you. The pressure in the air changes and you watch on incredulously as he (rather flashily) transforms before your very eyes. The scent of ozone lingers in the air even after the rapid streaks of lightning die down. The chatter of the woods starts up again as Ajax stares down at you from his towering height with a single glowing purple eye.
“Like what you see?” You gawk up at him. “…Is what I would say if you haven’t already seen me like this for months.” His voice is a lot gravellier and rougher than usual, and just a tinge distorted almost.
Moving over to you, he takes your hands into his clawed ones with an impossible gentleness, one that seems so at odds with his current appearance.
“How about I reciprocate all the care you’ve shown me with an opportunity for some hands-on education?” He places your hands on the harder coverings of his chest, and you note that it vaguely reminds you of some sort of rigid exoskeleton. Seeing that you make no action to move away, he guides your touch further downwards to the sides of his waist. Your fingers trace along each divot and groove in his harder armour but as soon as you reach his abdominal area, you realise that it feels instead more like what tougher blubber would be. There’s slightly more give to the area than the firmer exoskeleton of his chest, but one that belies powerful muscles underneath the thickness of the preceding layer.
Giving it an experimental squeeze, you get a low rumbling groan from Ajax, seemingly pleased by your actions. “I didn’t know this form could feel so keenly… I’ve only really been fighting with it.”
“How are you speaking? Do you have a mouth in this form?” He nods, the fluffy tufts of ginger bobbing with his motions.
The sight of Foul Legacy cracking open the bottom two plates of the exoskeleton on his face is alien, almost unnervingly so. However, it’s also mesmerising in its own way. The bottommost plate separates down the middle at some invisible seam and moves diagonally down and outwards while the top of his jaw slides and opens upwards, revealing a dangerously fanged gaping abyss.
Hmm. This is definitely something going into the permanent libraries of your brain.
You shift in closer to him, hands going up to both sides of the bottommost plate, which is as close as you can get to cupping his face. Your thumb gingerly caresses the surface before you bravely lean forward to press a trail of kisses along one side of his jaw. At this, you manage to earn yourself a series of thrilled chirps.
Satisfied with the number of kisses you’ve lavished on him, you return to exploring the rest of his body. The same firm blubber-like layer from his abdomen is found along the strapping curves of his thighs, one that you gladly squeeze and prod at too.
“Hah… This feels different,” his voice is just a touch airier this time but externally, nothing seems to have really changed.
“Want me to stop?” Your question is one pointed to tease. Ajax shakes his head, and mischievously, sneaks a lick against your cheek. It’s rough and seemed almost freakishly long. Curious, you ask him to hold his tongue out for a closer look.
“So this is what your tongue is like.” The roughness was because it’s bristled like a cat’s, with the little spines facing backwards. His saliva is also thicker and slipperier than a regular human’s. You brush the pad of your thumb along the middle of his tongue, mesmerised by the difference in features that both of you have. Although, there is still one part you haven’t exactly examined yet.
Your other hand that’s still at his thigh slowly slides up up up till his groin area, taking care to watch for any signs of rejection or discomfort. And right there, underneath the triangle of thinner armour at his middle, is a slit.
As you rub and knead at the surrounding area, the lines and markings along his body seem to glow and dim in accordance with the rhythm that you set. A kind of bioluminescence as a response to stimulation? How useful for you to track his reactions ♡
“How’re you feeling?” You punctuate your question with a harsher grind of your palm against the slit.
“Ngh-! It feels nice…?! Don’t stop!” Ajax replies enthusiastically with a roll of his hips against the heel of your open hand. It doesn’t take long before something everts out of the slit.
His cock is longer than the length of your hand, broader at its base and tapered more towards the tip. It’s smooth with slight ridges on the sides and has a darker greyish-purple colouration than the rest of his body. When your thumb goes to swipe over the head, you hear a sharp hiss from Ajax as his head is thrown back. Huh, sensitive. However, you’re not sure if he’s quite slick enough just yet to proceed without discomfort.
“Be a dear and coat my fingers? It might help you feel even better.” Wasting no time, he goes to lick at your hands, his tongue even curling nimbly to reach between your fingers.
When you wrap your hands around his length, one above the other, he lets out a mix of a broken moan and chirps, his markings glowing at an all-time intensity. Determined to see him cum, you begin to move your hands, alternating between stroking straight upwards and lightly squeezing as you twist your wrist going down.
“T-thank you! So good hah… More! Please!! Nghn!?” Ajax feels like he’s losing his mind, lust and pleasure clouding over his otherwise razor-sharp senses. All he can think of right now is you. How come he’s never discovered this before? He’s so glad his first time is with you. How does it feel so goooood? He doesn’t want it to end. He’s entirely in your hands right now. His thoughts are a jumbled mess as sparks fire off in his brain and he feels a pressure growing within him.
His claws dig for purchase in the ground below, creating furrows in the earth, as you work him mercilessly to his peak. It’s odd, how his strength in this form is leagues above yours, and yet, he’s the one reduced to such a vulnerable state right now. Mindlessly humping and rutting into your fist, chasing his own high as he babbles broken statements of gratitude towards you with his tongue lolled out. You can’t lie, the notion of having such a frighteningly powerful being wrapped around your finger is nothing short of addictive.
When the pulsing rhythm of the bioluminescent markings along his body grow increasingly erratic and the muscles in his thighs begin to tense up, you know that he’s close. Changing up your strategy, you grind the centre of your palm against the tip of his cock. Immediately, his body locks up as he arches backwards, his hips jerking up into your hand as he spills over with a distorted growl. Ajax’s breathing is rough and ragged as you help him in riding out his high, the glide a lot slicker now.
After a bit more, your ministrations begin to border on overstimulation and he lets you know with a clipped whine and a nuzzle into the crook of your neck in a half-hearted attempt to push you away. This time, he’s the one to shower you with kisses. Pressing the bottom of his faceplates where his lips would be to your skin, he ends each kiss with a chipper click. The two of you spend some time competing on who can give the other more kisses before you decide to call it a draw, else you’d be here all day.
“Let’s wash up and head back before someone tries to mistakenly rescue me from you.”
“Do I really have to change back? Don’t you like this form mor-!” You sock him upside the head.
Extra nonsense :3
Traveller: another week another boss figh- wait why are you already in your foul legacy transformation
Foul Legacy: yeah yeah let’s just get this over with. which material do you want.
Traveller: ????
Foul Legacy, already halfway out of the Golden House: i have a strict schedule to upkeep, need to make sure i make it in time for them to walk past me like every other week.
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lohen stalking me after i got together w/varka. at first he was simply suspicious and trying to investigate but then it became more and more personal. until he finds himself sneaking into my house and pressing his ear against my bedroom door. trying to stay silent while hes jerking off listening in on me and varka together...
petition to have Lohen overstim himself masturbating to the thought of you, smiling all dazed and feral, tears rolling down his cheeks, imagining himself as your submissive power bottom as he whimpers and whines pathetically over fucking himself stupid ramming into your cunt. maybe hes panting and begging and rambling mindlessly about the filthy things he wants you to do to him, all while shaking and covered in his own cum, yanking at his choker like a collar to restrict his airflow
lohen is a pretty extreme guy w extreme kinds he loves an intense scene right.. i hc that he is pretty prone to drops afterwards, he just doesn't really notice it consciously beyond physical symptoms like fatigue. but i notice. bc he actually gets super clingyyy unintentionally fishes for reassurance and such..
uknow what im posting this shit. good mormon boy sunday goes to college where he ends up sharing a dorm room with me and i slowly corrupt him over the course of our studies. peer pressuring him into drinking coffee. helping him accept that hes queer and its okay.
convincing him that soaking is totally nothing like premarital sex it literally doesn't count. my end goal is turning him into a radical leftist slut teehee
poor sunday couldn't help the tears that streamed down his pretty pink flushed cheeks, he felt overwhelmed in every way at the moment, overwhelmed by your hands, your touch, the pleasure that you gave him, and your words. he'd agreed to this, of course, and this was exactly what you wanted, to make him cry, to hear him sob, reveling in the tears that streamed down his face, the way his nose was dripping, how his lips and skin were flushed pink from how hard he cried and how hard he bit his lips, it was all so beautiful and pleasurable to you, and in turn, it was pleasurable to him too.
he would hiccup and whimper as you guided him to his knees, the halovian wings that adorned the sides of his face fluttering as if wanting to hide his shameful expression, but you wouldn't let him, you wanted to see his tear-stricken face, to enjoy it. your nudge your cock against his wet cheeks, rubbing against the slick skin, before sliding your tip right into his pretty mouth, thrusting slowly and gently at first, letting him have a bit of control in this moment, bobbing his head around your cock till it bumped the back of his throat, almost making him gag, tears streaming even more down his face, snot dripping from his nose in a way that almost made it hard to breathe, which only turned you on more, and it made his own cock throb in his pants. the way you stroked his hair and face so gently and lovingly greatly contradicted the degrading words that left your lips, fucking his throat as if he was just a toy to you. you'd pat his cheek in a condescending way when you'd pull your dick out of his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting you both, his chest heaving a bit with soft cries as he tried to catch his breath, he knew you weren't done with him as you propped his legs up over your shoulders, pulling the cute plug out of his asshole, already eager and waiting for you. his eyes would roll back as you slid in, legs tightening around your head, moaning and sniffling as you fucked him, and the more he cried, the harder you got, it only made you want to fuck him even harder, to make him sob. when you'd finally spill inside his tight little hole, he'd cum soon after, his aching cock twitching and cumming against his tummy, thighs shaking around your head. when everything was done, you'd make sure to let your poor angel know that you still loved him, how good he had done and how good he'd made you feel, going back to being sweet to him again, and deep down, he was in love with it.
Eating out an angel… watching his big soft wings twitch as I suck and lick his pretty little cock… the fear of being corrupted slowly giving way to the pleasures of sex. Gently holding his hand and reassuring him… stroking him softly and telling him that he’s still a good boy and that he looks so so pretty. There’s no need to worry my dear… you’re allowed to feel good 🖤
