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Hi remember I mentioned a centaur au…. Here’s Elliott! And a bonus Leah because I love their friendship
these are some of the tags for a fic im about to start writing… do i tone it down or will y’all read it?
Does someone know of a manga about this middle aged man who’s a book binder that loses his wallet accidentally by unknowingly crossing over into a supernatural world and with the help of a 55ish year old painter he gets it back but is unfortunately tied to the supernatural world and is a magnet for hauntings but that’s ok because he kinda likes old man over here, anyone know it 😭?
The first volume is out but I can’t remember the title on mangas£x
hc that some words have, ah...
different
connotations in the Devildom than the human world.
Diavolo: Lucifer's such a whore 😊
Lucifer: 😊
Mc: what
Hmm, anything for sexually deprived Husk who snaps at you but feels bad so opens up? You offer a hand, but only that unless he wants more? 🤷♀️🤷♀️🎉
Anon, I am so sorry if you didn't want breeding kink, because what came out of my cursed hands is breeding kink.
Husk goes into a rut, Reader offers to help him out, Husk quickly comes unglued. About 2.5k words. Seriously NSFW. Breeding kink, mating press, all that good nasty furry shit.
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Husk has seemed especially agitated these past few days.
It’s not like he’s ever been the friendliest resident of the hotel, not by a long shot, but normally that manifests in him offering terse responses and no-nonsense advice. In fact, he seemed to have developed a bit of a liking for you. He enjoyed bantering with you over drinks, and even smiled in your presence a few times, a real rarity for him. Recently, however, he seems to be outright avoiding you. He won’t sit near you during hotel bonding activities, and when you go up to the bar, he silently pours your usual drink and seems to be waiting for you to finish it and leave. He hasn’t even looked you in the eye in a while.
Did you do something wrong?
It’s the third night of Husk’s attitude, and if anything, he seems worse off than ever. He’s making a horrendous racket as he digs through shelves, slamming bottles and glasses onto the counter.
“Where the fuck did I put it?!” he growls to himself, before finally finding a black, gold-trimmed bottle at the back of a shelf. “Fuckin’ finally…” He twists the cap off of the bottle, then tilts his head back while he gulps down as much of the bottle as he can in one go. He finally stops his gulp with a heavy exhale, then shakes his head. “That’s the stuff…”
“Husk…?” you ask as you take a seat at the bar.
“What,” he growls as he slams his liquor bottle onto the bar in front of you. His fur is bristling, and his ears are pinned back.
“S-sorry,” you stammer out, immediately regretting opening your mouth. “I was just wondering if you were okay…”
“Do I look okay?” he asks before taking another long swig from his bottle.
“...I guess not.” You watch him drink, wondering what could have possibly happened to make him this moody for this long. “Did Alastor do something?”
“For once, no,” he says after pulling the bottle away from his lips. He’s still not looking at you. Whatever he’s looking at doesn’t seem interesting; he seems to have chosen that direction simply because it’s not yours.
“...did I do something?”
His silence isn’t encouraging.
“If I did, I can’t make up for it if you won’t tell me what it was. It’s been three days, Husk.”
Husk groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose between two of his claws. “It’s nothing you did… it’s something stupid. Just forget about it.”
“You’ve heard me talk about stupid stuff all the time,” you say. “Aren’t we friends? Can’t you at least tell me why you’re avoiding me?”
He needs to drain his liquor bottle before he can make up his mind. “...yeah. Okay. I’ll talk. But only to you. If anyone else walks in, this conversation is over.”
“Of course.”
He grabs another identical bottle from the cabinet and takes a seat next to you. “When I died, it didn’t surprise me when I woke up in Hell. What I didn’t expect was waking up as a cat.”
You’re not sure where he’s going with this as he pauses to open his new liquor bottle, but you’ll hear him out.
“I still had all my human memories, my human personality… but there was still something different in my brain. Different instincts. Stuff I couldn’t suppress no matter how irrational I knew it was, like wanting to climb and scratch things, or suddenly being afraid of water.”
“Or like chasing laser pointers?” you say with a smirk.
“That was one time,” he answers, not at all amused. Your punishment is for him to take a particularly long swig before he’ll continue talking. “And one of those instincts is… well… mating.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Every once in a while, I need it bad. I know it’s stupid! Why is that instinct even there?! Sinners can’t have kids, and even if I could, why would I want to bring new life into this shithole?! But the thoughts still take over. I need to mate. I need to have kits. It only lasts for a few days, but it’s frustrating. I can barely think about anything else.”
“I’m guessing you… can’t take care of it yourself?” You know it’s an obvious question. He’s been here for decades; if he could take care of it himself, he would have figured it out by now.
“I actually can, normally,” he says, to your surprise. “I can feel it coming, take a day or two off, maybe get some toys, stay in my room and ride it out. But sometimes…” He trails off and looks away from you again.
“Sometimes…?”
“Normally that instinct isn’t directed anywhere. I just wanna mate, I don’t really care with who. Led to some… interesting nights as an Overlord. But sometimes… someone catches my eye. I don’t know what it is. Does that person have to be someone special? Do I just have to be in their proximity the instant it hits? But whatever it is… that person ends up being all I can think about.”
Your face grows hot over what he’s implying.
“And when that happens, it’s fucking miserable. Nothing short of being with that person will make me feel any better. Trying to take care of it myself just makes it worse. Just reminds me that they aren’t there with me…”
“What if that person didn’t mind helping you out…?” you ask, testing the waters.
He raises one of his large eyebrows. “You… do realize who I’m losing my shit over this time, right?”
“I figured as soon as you mentioned someone catching your eye,” you admit. “It’s not like you’d wouldn’t tell me about it if it was someone else. And if there’s anything I can do to help…”
“What are you gonna do? Jerk me off until I can finally get some fuckin’ sleep?” He laughs coldly at his own joke before finishing his second bottle, and as he sips, he realizes you aren’t protesting. “...you’re fuckin’ serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? I like you, Husk.”
“I couldn’t take advantage of you like that.”
“You’re not taking advantage. I’m curious about you, myself. Just for a bit, to see how it feels for us both?”
It takes him a moment to think, and you can’t imagine his screaming instincts making it easy to turn down your offer. “All right. Fine. But if I do anything you don’t want me doing, I give you full permission to beat the shit out of this stupid cat body.”
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Husk isn’t wasting any time as soon as you get up to his room. Within seconds, he’s stripped of his pants and underwear. You can’t help but stare as his already-erect cock is revealed; it’s quite thick, and covered in curious looking bumps. Husk is panting, already struggling to catch his breath.
“Okay. Just a handjob,” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Just once, maybe twice if we both wanna keep going. You don’t owe me more than that. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Husk, it’s fine. I want to do this with you, I promise,” you assure him as you take a seat next to him. Normally you’d warm up a partner with some kisses and cuddles, but given the way his face is flushed, you don’t think he has the patience for that. Instead, you go right for the prize, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock.
Husk instantly hisses through his teeth as he jerks his hips up. “Fuck, that’s it…” His tip is already leaking precum down his shaft and onto your fist. You lightly pump his cock, adjusting easily enough to the small, rough barbs that line it. His rapidly building precum makes it even easier to glide your hand against them. Within seconds, his eyes are starting to glaze over.
“Can I hold you?” you ask.
“I mean… if you want…” he says as he jerks up again. “Fuck… that’s better already…”
You wrap your free arm around his shoulders and pull him against you. His body is so heated with need right now… you can only hope you’re helping to alleviate that need, even if only slightly. You nuzzle your head against the soft fur on his neck, and he purrs in satisfaction.
“Mmm… babe…”
He’s never called you that before, but you like it.
He wraps his arms around you in turn, burying his face into the top of your head. “Damn, you smell good…”
You grip him harder, and he gasps and squeezes you tighter.
“Oh god…” He starts peppering the top of your head with rapid kisses, seemingly unaware of himself. “You’re doing so good, baby…”
You could easily get used to this rhythm, working him up to a climax while held tight in his arms…
“I want more.” He grips at the back of your shirt as he pants. “Want more… want you… wanna mate…” He kisses you again as he tugs at your clothes. “Wanna mate… wanna mate…”
You turn your face up so that his kisses catch your mouth instead. This doesn’t stop him from kissing you. He groans against your lips as he presses further against you, his body trembling. “Want you, baby… want you…” he whispers against your lips.
“Take me,” you whisper back.
He pulls your hand away from his cock so he can seat you in his lap, leaving you free to return his embrace as he kisses you. You lean in deeply to the kiss, letting his rough tongue caress your own, as he keeps tugging on your clothes. You only break the kiss for as long as it takes for you to get your top off in one piece. He slides your pants down off your ass, and groans as he palms your cheeks.
“So fuckin’ hot…”
The instant you’re naked, he turns to pin you to the bed, landing your head directly on the pillows. He moves quickly, squatting above you and holding up your legs so your thighs are pressed against his. The whole time, he can’t stop muttering to himself.
“Want you, baby, want you…”
You cry out as in one swift thrust downward, his cock fills you to the hilt, his hips flush with yours.
“Want you… want you…” His irises are blown wide as he stares down at you. “Want you…”
You smile reassuringly up at him as you fold your hands behind his neck. “I want you, too.”
You don’t know if it’s your words or your touch that set him off, but either way, he’s launched immediately into a frenzied pace, thrusting down into you as if his life depends on it. It’s a rough way to start, but you adjust easily enough to his pace and to the barbs scraping your walls. His claws are tearing at his pillows, and he’s growling and panting, as if there’s no human thought left in his head.
He’s fucking hot like this.
“You’re… gonna look so good…” he growls as he keeps thrusting. “...when you’re filled…with my kits…”
“Fill me, Husk…!” you gasp out. His tail lashes as he fucks into you even harder.
“Have my kits… have my kits…!” His speech is becoming more choppy, his thrusts more erratic. “Have- want- fuck-”
As his cock throbs inside you, you pull him down for another kiss. This seems to be what pushes him over the edge, as he slams deep inside you and immediately lets loose. His cum fills you deep, your current position preventing anything from leaking out.
“Fuck…” he groans, just barely pulled backed from you kiss. “C’mon… take it…” He keeps thrusting, pushing his cum as deep inside you as he can. “Take all of it… you gotta have kits for me…”
“I will,” you promise before kissing him again. He relaxes against you, comparatively; his body is still hot to the touch, his cock still hard inside you, but at least he’s breathing a little easier.
As he pulls back from the kiss, he looks down at you through dazed, half-lidded pupils, his tail’s swaying now a lot slower. “Beautiful…” he murmurs with a laugh before kissing you again. “You’re gonna have kits with me… I’m so glad…”
You don’t have the heart to ruin his fantasy right now. You’re sure his mind will clear it out any second, anyway.
“Babe…” he whispers as he strokes your face. He smiles, and his cock twitches inside you. “Can I do that again? I wanna make sure…”
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Your hips are so sore as you wake up in Husk’s bed. Just how many times did you let him fill you? You lost track after the third. It’s hard to keep your head on straight with a beast pumping you full of cum over and over again.
You know he would have stopped if you asked him to… and that’s why you never asked.
You look over to see Husk sprawled out on his stomach on his side of the bed, snoring loudly. You can’t help but smile; he’s so handsome when he’s asleep. If you had to pick a resident of the hotel to wake up next to like this, he would have always been your choice, no questions asked.
You spend some time stroking the soft fur on his head, paying special attention to his ears and cheeks. It takes him a while to finally stir.
“Why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?” he grumbles as he tries to push himself up, before quickly giving up and letting himself drop back down to the bed. “What happened last night?”
“Good morning, Husk,” you greet him, voice a lot more cheerful than you really feel. You wouldn’t mind sleeping for a few more hours, and it doesn’t seem like Husk would object to that idea.
“What the-” He turns and stares blankly at you for a few seconds, as if not quite comprehending what he’s seeing. “...was that real?”
“You mean, you fucking me and begging me to have kits for you?” you say as you stroke his ear again. “It was real. Thank you, Husk.”
Husk groans as he grabs another pillow and sandwiches his head between two of them, apparently trying to smother himself. “What the fuck was I saying last night?! Of course I don’t want kits! We just barely met! What the fuck!”
“Husk, it’s okay,” you assure him as you take the top pillow from him. “It was just a fantasy, right? And I enjoyed it.”
“We just barely met,” he repeats. “And I said all that shit to you already.”
“Did it make you feel better?” you ask.
Husk hums in thought. “Well, my brain isn’t screaming at me to start fucking you anymore…”
“Then it worked,” you said.
“But now you know what I’m like when my brain goes stupid on me,” he continues. “So I bet that won’t happen again.”
“Of course it will,” you assure him. “I told you, I enjoyed it. And next time you start feeling like that… I’d rather you asked me than someone else.”
He stares at you in what seems to be disbelief. “So… you know I’m a creep, but… we’re still friends?”
You can’t help but laugh. “Maybe a little more than friends, after something like that.”
Thankfully, that got him to smile. “Okay… just don’t tell anyone what just happened.”
Given how loud you two were, it’s probably a little too late.
“And maybe sometime… we can do that when I’m not a horny idiot. I have a softer side, too, I swear…”
You stroke his cheek and kiss him. “Can’t wait to see it. “
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want to be pushed into the mattress while fucked from behind,,,, hmnndb to be used as a hole, fuck me as hard & fast as humanely possible uhhbnn
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I love Kimi ni todoke all around, above, below and sideways but -
Season 2 Episode 2 (Valentine’s Day) brought out of me a frustration I didn’t even know existed 😤😤😤😤😤
Like just give him the damn chocolates 🍫 boo and let him love you🥲🥲🙃❤️😤
Chim and Maddie say to each other that a big celebration is kinda stupid for a kid so little that she won't even remember. But they did so because they want to plan a surprise party for the other!
So Chim asks for bobby and hen's help, while maddie asks for buck and josh's. It's only when buck asks bobby for a recipe that the two realize that there are two different party in planning, so they start to plan a third, and actually only, party
It's a big thing, they rent some place with a big garden, and bobby cooks, hen learns to do balloon animals (karen is the real artist), buck organizes games for kids and adults.
So the day comes and neither maddie nor chim know, but they're grinning so hard cause they both think they're tricking the other. Albert drives them and with a weak excuse takes them to the real party.
Bobby swears he never saw chim so happy.
Plus when chim asks him why a party so big, bobby says "we celebrate every little step, and this is the first of many"
This is the chaotic family drama I want! Tim, this is the kind of chaos we need please and thank you 😭
I love this idea - the thought of them being so pleased with themselves and then ending up being surprised 😭😭 my heart!
Im back after a break but I missed you guys </3
Y'all I have to say something and it might be controversial but people who ship themselves with master shake or any of the aqua teens give me the ick. Like not OCs, OCs are completely fine and cool but if you ship YOURSELF with them then it's weird to me so please stay away from me. You can be you just not on my blog. I'm sorry this is just my OPINION and Y'all should respect it.