Slide This Fast And Look At The Magic

I'll allow you to live if only to use that mouth again.

@twobucksworld for some reason, it wasn't showing me your full ask, but I was able to see your full ask after a while. Which is to have a Yautja female sit on a human males face, I assumed to give her oral but if that is not the case please feel free to resend the ask and specify what exactly you had meant! (Also had to do it like this because I hit answer prematurely on my phone and then deleted the entire thing in my panic.)

CW: Face sitting and Oral sex. Starts out in our Females POV and then switches to the human males.

Small, loose stones littering the floor and dug into the males back, leaving red indents in his flesh as he lay prone on the floor. His arms were tied with a thick tweed rope behind his back, hands grasping at his own elbows and knees tied to a pole to keep him from hiding his shame. The huntress, though not a warrior by skill or want, had been stalking him as if she would claim his skull. Tonight, she had caught him. She could smell him, her mandibles moving as she circled him, eyes trained to every jerk he made. She admired his chest rising and falling, the quick movement of his eyes- yet he made no sounds. No pleas to be let go or shown mercy like most sniveling humans she had witnessed. Her head tilts, stopping her circling of him by his right side and stared at him. It appeared she was debating on what to do with him until she made a click and stepped over him. It was nearing her mating season and she could already feel the swirl of her heat in her belly- the annoying itch.

There was a glint in her eyes, one even a demon would have slinked away from as she thought of one use this male would have. She made a show of disrobing herself, claws ranking over her form after discarding her furs. She watches as his eyes run over her form, without any sucklings she did not have the breasts the human females had but she was clearly female by what lay between her thighs. Her sex was smooth, large lips and a cascade of spots leading from her naval to fade out around her cunt. Her clawed fingers moved to spread herself, her hips jutting forward and knees bending some to show herself off to him. Her cunt was the same soft shade as her mouth, the dusting of pastel pink between the labia and the large clit. She knew she was already starting to drip just from the thought of using the male before her and she gave herself a swirling rub. She could smell the rise in his hormones at having her bare herself to him and felt a purr leave her, it was close to her mating season and the male seemed willing.

She then released herself when he licked his lips, tilting her head in thought. Perhaps she would not take his cock right away, she had seen plenty other species similar to his take pleasure in other forms and wondered what the thrill of it was. She made a curious chirp, turning her back to him and kneeling on his chest. Her head turns back to him, clawed hands running up her thighs and rounding to her ass. She leaned forward, keeping her head turned to watch him over her shoulder as she spread herself again- clicking as she did so. He remained quiet but she could smell the excitement running through the lesser life form and she was amused. He must think himself special, and perhaps in a way he was- he was no Yautja but his scent had interested her enough for her to take him alive. She would use him then maybe keep him if he was good- if not she would at least get a meal after this. She then released herself, hands planting themselves on the ground as she backed herself up.

His sex was closer to her face now and behind the smell of soap she could smell his musk, it wasn’t something she would consider arousing but the way his cock had twitched as she moved closer to his face was amusing. She purred as she made contact with his face, pressing herself down on him and sitting back. She watched his cock twitch and begin to grow as she slowly ground down upon him. So the male did like this, but she found it odd and was annoyed. She was about to pull away when she felt the first swipe of his tongue, the spark of pleasure which followed had her making a confused noise. She jerked her hips, hands laid over his chest and twitching as he licked her again, this time circling her clit before pressing into her folds. That had her responding and moving with more earnest.

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Her smell was overwhelming, a thick musk that had his mind swimming as he lapped like a starved dog. His face was firmly pressed against her, his eyes closed as to let himself suffocate in the best fever dream way. He had stopped his struggling long before this had taken such a wet dream turn, knowing enough about Yautja to know when to conserve energy. He was a soldier and he figured that was why she had taken him and part of him felt honored to be claimed by such a beast of a woman. The other, less intelligent part, the one filled with a carnal lust craved each press of her down on his face.

He could feel her fluids and his spit sliding down his chin as he pressed his tongue fully inside her. Maybe he was nothing but a mindless sex machine, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by this female and have her use every last bit of him until all that remains is a pile of a spent man covered in both their releases. Maybe he was no better than a mindless animal, wanting to breed and the way he hungrily ate her seemed like proof enough. She gave no attention to the rest of him as she rode him and his body didn’t care, his cock hard and leaking already. But it was the ranking of her claws on his chest that dug rivets into his skin, her walls tightening around his tongue and her pressing so hard against him his entire skull felt it was about to fracture that had him moaning his own release.

He gasped for breath as she stood, unable to tell if the wetness on his chest was her spit, his cum or even his own blood- or some sick combination of all three but the thought had him shivering in his own aftershock of what happened. He blinked, licking his lips and tasting her still as purring met his ears. He could feel her mandibles nip at his ear and his eyes looked into hers as she whispered something, the words getting ingrained into his mind despite him unable to understand what it was she spoke.

Thank you so much for giving me the go ahead to request the matchup for Transformers MTMTE 💜I'm a 21 yr old female who dresses more androgynous. I'm also a Pisces so Im pretty reserved when i first meet people and tend to be very introverted. My morality is very situational but I live by "Do no harm, take no sh*t". I enjoying writing, playing RPG video games(the dirty secret is I love fps too). Im on the spectrum for autism and have trouble with textures/physical contact. Sorry it's long(1/2)

I match you with Ratchet and Drift!

You and Ratchet got together before you even knew who this Drift was who Ratchet left Lost Light and you for. You heard about him from Ratchet and by what you heard you knew he harbored feelings not only towards you but also for the swordsmech. So with your blessing, Ratchet set out to find Drift and bring him back where he belongs.

Next time you two meet is in the middle of the battle against Decepticon Justice Division and knowing it might be the end of you all Ratchet introduces you and Drift to each other and you click immediately.

It’s your moral code, “Do no harm, take no shit” that captures Drift’s attention. What an interesting saying, is it from Earth? He likes it, it reminds him of Ratchet, which to the doctor grumbles, “We’re Autobots and we certainly don’t take this from those scrappy Decepticons!”

After the battle is over you three settle the things and to Ratchet’s joy, you and Drift like each other. The relationship may begin anew!

You have been writing ever since Ratchet left but your computer and everything you hold dear is in Lost Light that Getaway hijacked. Maybe it’s for the best, I mean, most of them were love poems, stories and novels so they could be a little bit embarrassing.

Drift loves playing RPG games with you and he plays as Lawfully Good and you have to tell him the sad truth that you can’t date a Krogan yet in these games. He can’t wrap his helm around the idea that humans haven’t developed a romantic route to Wrex, he is a catch! No one has the heart to play as the bad guy in this relationship expect from Ratchet but he has better things to do than to play some stupid shooting game where you can romance an alien. It takes you to blurt out that “That’s how you got me!” and Ratchet grumbles stubbornly and demands to get the controller, “Let me show how the best generation does it.”

Ratchet is a great medic, but he can only heal your scraped knee. When you first started dating and Ratched had left, he had insisted you see Rung. He should have been able to help to put your mind at ease. When Drift learns about your condition he tries to get you to meditate with him. You don’t need to touch in it and it improves your mind and anxiety.

Two of them get you a birthday present from Brainstorm. It’s a 3D first-person shooting game, made to be the most lifelike gaming system there is. Not only can you actually shoot with a finger on your trigger if you want, but it can also make popcorn and you can play it with friends or lovers! You go crazy on those zombies in Call Of Duty and as  Ratchet and Drift offer you backup against the living dead you keep making these dark jokes and puns. Ratchet retires, Drift takes the vow of silence, but no matter what they do, they can’t escape the puns. The puns that Drift can stand are light-hearted jokes.

My dash did a thing lmaoooo

It was funnier in my head.

Joker sighed as he laid on the gurney. He was so sick of this. Of getting hurt in the most menial ways, then ending up in the medbay. It never got easier, just more and more boring. He groaned, gripping the side bar in frustration. He didn't know why he was there. It was just his arm. And not even his full arm, just his ulna. And his ulna wasn't even broken, it was just cracked!

"Calm down, Jeff. Let it go," he told himself.

He then took a breath and closed his eyes, laying his head back. He knew the rules. All injuries, especially his, needed to be reported and treated; no matter how stupid he thought it was. Still gripping the bar, he looked down at his other arm, stiff as a board and wrapped gently in a cast.

"Ridiculous. But I guess I could use a nap."

He had been overworking himself lately, which is how he fractured his arm in the first place. He'd earned a break, or at least that's how he justified it. He hated not working, not being productive, but it's not like he could do anything else. He wasn't cleared to leave, so he simply gave in to the fatigue.

Before long he was out cold, sleeping soundly. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but when he woke it was with a start. He'd heard a loud click that shook his dreams, but when he opened his eyes he was greeted with only darkness. That was disorienting, but he quickly deduced the lights must've blown a fuse.

No problem, he thought. He could fix that blindfolded. With a groan he moved to sit up, but froze when his legs and arm fought against him.

"What the—?"

He couldn't see, but he could feel. It took him a moment to realize, but his legs were tucked between the middle bars of the gurney, his uninjured arm handcuffed to the side rail.

"What the fuck?!"

His reaction was instinctual, but dangerous. Trying to brute force his way out hurt, his legs shaking as he tried to slide them through the gaps. After some wriggling he realized he'd definitely be able to pull his legs out, but only with the help of his arm.

He was stuck. A brief flurry of fear rocked his body, then anger. He tried to reach for the cuffs with his casted arm, but he could barely lift it. As he tried, his toes curled with desperation, his muscles flexing.

And that's when he noticed: his pants were gone.

"What the hell?! Doc, did you do this?! Is anyone there?! Hello?!"

He didn't get a response, but he did get an action. Fingers. He felt the shock of them touching his inner thighs, then slowly traveling upwards. The pit in his stomach returned as he was forced to accept this wasn't a medical examination, and whoever was touching him definitely wasn't Doctor Chakwas. These hands were rough, ragged, and clearly knew what they were searching for.

And they found it. Joker gasped as three of those fingers found his secret. His clit. They pinched it gently, sending a wave of pleasure shooting up his spine. He tried not to cry out, but he couldn't help it. It was so sudden, so unexpected, and it hit all the right nerves in his sensitive little cunt.

"S-stop! Get the fuck off'a me!"

He tried to pull at his cuffs, but the smallest yank sent pain radiating up his arm, and that pain triggered a horrible bout of clarity. Any attempt to fight back would do more harm than good, so he swiftly gave up. Not because he wanted to, but because he knew, logically, that he'd lose regardless. He could lose and remain mostly intact, or he could lose and break every bone in his body.

"Shit..." he sobbed, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had in his entire life.

And then, suddenly, he felt something cold press against his entrance. His eyes popped as whatever it was spread his crease, probing somewhere it shouldn't have. He reacted as if in pain, if only to prise some sympathy from his assailant, but they said nothing. They only pushed harder until the thick, metallic object slipped inside.

"Augh!"

Joker grit his teeth, his fingers squeezing the bar he was cuffed to. Something was inside him, stretching him, pushing deeper. He felt every inch rub against his neglected walls as they strained to adjust. He tried desperately to see who was doing this, but it was just too dark. Pitch black, even. But the fingers kept working his clit, rolling it in no particular rhythm as the object slipped deeper and deeper with the aid of his building slick.

"Ugh! S-stop..."

It felt so good. He hadn't felt this good in a very, very long time. But he still wanted it to stop. It wasn't right. It was rape. It didn't matter how good it felt—did it? He winced, his eyes squinting shut as the object reached its goal, slamming into his cervix.

"Ah!"

He was full. His whole pussy was stuffed by a complete stranger. Or perhaps it was someone he knew, which made the situation so much worse. Who on the ship was capable of this? He didn't have time to think about it before the rod, or whatever was inside him, began thrusting in and out. Slowly at first, then faster, before he was ready.

"Oh guh—! Ugh! Ugh!"

He couldn't even try to keep quiet. The pleasure was unreal. This person, whoever they were, knew what they were doing. It seemed they even took his condition into consideration, knowing his legs were the most susceptible to injury. Perhaps that's why they weren't cuffed or tied down, just awkwardly trapped.

"P-please! Ugh! S-stop!"

Tears welled in his eyes as the thrusting turned into pounding. Hard, violent pounding. His hips bucked, his clit aching as it throbbed between the stranger's fingers. His mind began to blank as he felt a familiar sensation creeping up on him, his back arching. Familiar as it was, it had been so long it almost felt new.

The ecstacy of release.

"Aaaugh!"

Joker wailed as his first orgasm in years wracked his body, his hole pulsing rapidly. The rod, or whatever it was, was so big it barely left any room for convulsions. He wasn't even sure how it fit, but it was so good. Sweat rolled down his face, his chest heaving, his brain waiting for the pause, but it never came. The ramming continued, the brutal assault overwhelmingly fervent.

"Wait! Stop! I-I already—!"

But the stranger kept going, driving the rod in and out at a breakneck pace. If not for the soft cushioning of the gurney, Joker's pelvis might've been ground into dust, but that precaution was probably planned. Everything about this lewd act was clearly meticulously calculated.

"Oh God! I'm gonna—!"

As Joker's eyes rolled back, he heard a faint chuckle from the shadows. Impossible to make out, but he didn't care anymore. His hole was getting fucked. It was getting fucked hard. But for the first time ever, he wasn't worried about breaking every bone in his body. It felt incredible, his clit reeling and insides ringing with pleasure.

As if sensing the inevitable, the stranger squeezed and pulled at his clit, then rammed the rod in and out with the last of their strength. Joker's eyes flashed as he felt his hole cling to the metal, chasing the high he shouldn't have felt. It was so wrong. It was so wrong and yet...

"Aaaaaugh!"

The rod and fingers quickly pulled back, a stream of liquids bursting from Joker's core. His screams echoed through the room, so loud he wondered why no one heard it. A wave of white hot pleasure rushed to every point in his body, from his toes all the way to the tips of his ears. In that moment of timeless haze, he truly thought he'd pass out.

And then he collapsed, twitching and moaning as his hole spasmed, as if searching for the size that once filled it. Drool coated his chin, his eyes wandering but seeing nothing. He couldn't move, he could only bask in the aftershocks of pleasure. He did try to speak, but his mouth felt paralyzed, only able to make gross, pathetic garbles.

"Ugh..."

After a while, the door to the medbay swung open with a pleasant hum, the hall light pouring in. He struggled to lift his head, but it didn't matter. His vision was blurred, and all he could see was the unfocused silhouette of a man. Or was it a woman? He couldn't tell. He could barely breathe. The figure moved slightly, as if throwing something, and he soon felt something light land on his stomach.

Then the doors closed. The stranger was gone, but the lights switched back on, so blinding Joker groaned, squinting and blinking. Once he found his bearings, he looked down to see the key to his cuffs. So that's what they threw. With a grunt he grabbed it and released himself, which was difficult with his cast, but he persevered.

He was free. Weak and tired, but free. After a while, he managed to sit himself semi-upright, his legs still spread and trapped between the bars. He didn't want to look, but he knew he had to. Reluctantly, and after much hesitation, he looked down to examine his hole, and he gasped.

It was red and throbbing, still rife with pleasure and stretched wider than he'd ever seen. The damage that rod had done was undeniable, and yet every thrust felt like paradise. How was that possible?

"Oh God..."

He fell back again, melting into the sensation. He needed time to recover. Though as he laid there, his legs still stuck between the bars, a nagging thought crossed his mind. There were only so many crewmembers on the ship, and one of them had just raped him. He had no idea who it was, or even what species they were. They could've had five fingers, but he only felt three. Were they human, quarian, turian? He had no clue.

But he wondered if they'd do it again.

When I was in that situation I kept my journals that had story ideas/fanfic starters I would hide them between my bed and wall, under my pillow, behind my dresser and between my mattress/boxspring or mattress/floor. It was cheap, did the job and kept my journals in good condition when I was not using them.

Sorry your going through that tho, that really sucks and I wish you luck on it getting better.

I live with people who refuse to respect my privacy. Fellow writers who are like me and enjoy writing on paper more than typing on a computer, how do you keep all your notes and notebooks private? Any ideas?

*hugs* I’m sorry that you need this kind of advice, anon. That’s a terrible situation to be in. 

My first thought is to buy a hardcover journal and get the same size hardcover book at a thrift shop. Redonate the book but keep the book jacket and put it over the journal. Then it will blend in with the other books on your shelf - as long as you don’t use bookmarks/stickers etc. or paste in photos or other items. That would make it obvious that it isn’t just another book. It would also help if the paper in the journal was cream coloured rather than white. 

Anyone else have ideas?

His shitty attitude and grabbable waist have bewitched me

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I have been a menace to people in the comments of this TT so here you go. For context, I am an afab trans guy.

It's always fun trolling ppl who take a BS comment seriously lol

Like seriously, so fun

I now identify as Captain Boomerang

Okay these are others taking the joke as it is lol

Trollhunters OC

Some more specific backstory info before we get into my actual OC is her species. She is an Unseelie, which is a type of Dark Fae. Now Unseelie are beautiful, almost human-looking Fae and are incredibly tall. They have remarkable magical abilities but I also headcanon that they have a Beast form. These forms are normally in 5 categories, these categories are Aquatic(Fish, Eels, sharks, etc), Semi-Aquatic(Crocodiles, Snakes, etc), Avian(Birds, Bats, etc), Terrestrial(Deer, Wolves, Felines, etc) and lastly Insectoid(Spiders, Flys, Moths, etc). Their beast form can take on more than one animal/Insect from each category, but typically it is not more than 3 different categories they can take after. It is not by choice but by what their strongest personality traits are. That means the more evil or questionable personality traits are the more monstrous they will appear. While in their Beast form they can communicate telepathically with those they lock eyes with. Their skin tone while in Beast form can very from unnatural shades to natural shades, yet if they are a solid color it means they are inexperienced and are weaker then someone who has a more complex colorization.

Now my OC is a Halfling, meaning she is half-Human and half-Unseelie. Now with Halflings, they aren’t as powerful as their Fullblooded brethren. They can still use magic, however, they cannot use it in their beast form nor can they speak telepathically. There is nothing to allude to the fact they are Unseelie in their human form except for a small wedge of color in their eyes, which typically matches the color of their eyes in their beast form. They also tend to be smaller, staying the same height as they were when they were human in their beast form.

Now on to my girl.

Human Name, Given by the Father: Zenobia Barnett

Unseelie Name, Given by the Mother: Andorra

Age: 22 years old

Gender: Female

Human Appearance: Black hair in a pixie cut, round green eyes with a wedge of Violet in both eyes, big reading glasses, 5’2 with lightly tanned skin tone and a triangle formed out of birthmarks on her chest to the left of her heart, Curvy with a small bust and rear.

Fashion: Very relaxed and comfy, could be classified as a tomboy and vsco girl fusion. It’s all comfort and movability when it comes to clothes, being fashionable is not a priority to her.

Unseelie Beast Form: She has snow-white shin, her hair has turned to the sensory barbles like that on catfish and can move independently in reaction to the electro-magnetic fields living things produce(cautious and paranoid, she goes out of her way to be aware of everything that goes on around her). She has the hind legs and hands of a fox-like, however, they still appear partly human the regard to digit length(Mischivious, Playful, and able to lock onto a target- whether that be a living thing or a goal- and almost tirelessly pursue said target without faltering.). Her tail is that of the end of a snake, more accurately a boa constrictor as it is able to hold her up off the ground and curl around her prey(Deceitful, Creative, Opportunistic and Cunning, she will use all her energy to get to her end goal, even if that means she must step on others to do so.) Her teeth and the sounds she makes are similar to that of a Feline or Canine, with her ability to growl and howl but also produce small chirps and purring sounds(Independent, Loyal, Outwardly indifferent while inwardly compassionate, once she connects with someone they have made a life-long friend and she will protect them with her life, even if that contradicts her typical behavior.)

General Information: She was born in Rye, East Sussex, England however shortly after her birth, her mother abandoned her and her father. He had to move back to America to better raise his new daughter. He stopped traveling and became a professor at a college, where he taught about history and ran a club for the occult and mysticism. Zenobia Barnett was what she was named, her namesake was Queen Zenobia of Syria, simply because her father thought his daughter should be named after a not too well known Queen. Ironic, considering she is the secret love child of the Queen of a (now small) Unseelie clan which makes her a Princess. She, however, once she found out about her mother, she ran away. Understandable considering the Fullblooded aren’t exactly thrilled one of their Princesses is a Halfling and owns the rights to a small portion of the kingdom. She has been on the run from the assassins known as Revenants and hasn’t in contact with her father for some time.