Some Pfps Of My Favorite Cranky Cat

Just Astarion's reactions to the question "What do you want?"

Act I

Act II

Act III

I'll go cry now goodbye

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There should be more fanfic that utilize the tadpole mindlink…I don’t think I’ve read a single story that really utilizes its potential for kink.

Someone’s having sex? Now everyone knows/can feel it

Accidently broadcasting a lewd thought to the others, or hearing their lewd thoughts

Tadpole to tadpole mind sex

Incorporating the tadpoles subtly using these methods to manipulate their hosts into being more compliant

Thinking about being some sort of psychic of telepath- and when you sleep your subconscious bleeds into the parallel worlds, always when your mind in that world is active.

Turns out that’s when your friends are fucking you dumb.

Well your clearly more than friends in these worlds, the way they so clearly worship the ground you walk on.

The first time it happened you thought it was a sex dream.

Your eyes opening to the pleasurable feeling flooding your body, onto to find todoroki shoto hovering over you, his thighs are outside of yours, holding them together as his hips rapidly fuck the in between, one of his hands rubbing aggressively on your clit. Your immediately gasping because- it feels so real- and oh god so good. He doesn’t stop but presses his lips to yours, moving his fingers faster as he apologizes.

“Couldn’t wait- m’ love. Feels so good.” 

You had never cum that hard before. Your orgasm to much for your tired body, as you slowly slipped out of consciousness, allowing his lips to kiss up and down your neck while your fingers tangled in his hair.

When you woke again, you figured out what is was, and although you thought it was a one time thing, you couldn’t stop imagining the things that happened between you and your former classmate. Your friend, had looked at you like you were some kind of goddess, to be worshiped and pleased.

It refused to leave your mind.

Until something replaced it.

About a week later, your mind slipped once again.

Your eyes fluttering open just as a thick cock slipped into you- so easily. Large hands held your thighs up, as your ankles rested on the man’s shoulders. The hands quickly slipped down and to the front of your legs, settling his cock fully inside you.

You were in to much of a trance to figure out who is was as their hands wondered up your body, groping and feeling you up. The thick cock that pressed against the deepest parts of you. Lips on your jaw grounded you as your eyes fluttered lightly. Quickly turning to see the male, a glasses-less face stared back at you with a soft look.

Iida Tenya?

Fingertips brushed through dark hair that threatened to fall in your eyes. Lips gently pressed against yours before he smiled at you before suddenly grinding his hips into yours, watching your eyes flutter shut as the tip of his cock pressed heavily against your cervix, desperately trying to break through.

“*groan*- gonna put a baby in you-”

And it kept happening.

Eyes opening on all fours with Kirishima Eijiro. Feeling his hands desperately grip your hips as he fucked you into the mattress.

“Oooh fuck- pretty baby-”

Feeling intense pressure from Sero Hanta fucking your against the wall of a locked room somewhere, shushing you as you tried not to scream at how good he felt.

“Shh-hhh got- hah- gotta be quiet sweetheart.”

Laying on the couch with Kaminari Denki on top of you as he desperately sucked on your tits. Marking the skin with hickeys and bite marks as he grinds hopelessly against your clothed pussy.

“Mph- please- I- I wanna cum-”

Shinso Hitoshi who wakes you up between your thighs, hungrily sucking your clit while lazily pumping his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. Overstimulating you until he’s finally had his fill of your cum.

“Just one more- come on. Can’t you give me just one more , kitten?”

Giving a boob-job to a pussy drunk Midoriya Izuku, who’s on his knees as he holds onto the headboard. Your panties stuffed in his mouth as he cums on your chest and neck.

“*whining* please- please- please- please- oh god-“

Christening his new office at his new agency but getting fucking by Bakugo Katsuki on his desk. Burying himself in you over and over, violently fucking your cervix as you cum on his now stained wooden desk. Before finally riding his dick in his new chair, tears in your eyes from how tired your body is.

“Hmp- oooooh shit- shit- shit- keep going- fuck!! Keep going , princess.”

Recreating porn videos with Monoma Neito, the lewd sounds playing out as his eyes zero in on the screen, going from eating you out to fucking your brain dumb, attempting to act out everything he sees. Did I mention that the videos were all around an hour long?

“Come on baby. I have a few more I want to try… you have to stay awake.”

Violently fingered by Shindo Yo as he holds you from behind, three fingers pumping as deep into you as they can go as his thumb holds your clit, his entire hand vibrating nonstop.

“It’s okay to cum, babe. Thats the goal here.”

Tamaki Amajiki who fully makes out with your cunt. One of his hands is morphed into a tentacle that sits unmoving inside you, yet bulges your stomach as you almost beg for cum. He gives soft kitten licks to your clit before fully taking a good portion of your lips in his as he sucks gently. Only to repeat the action over and over before he gets the desire to latch his large mouth over your cub entirely, leaving you empty inside as he sucks violently at your clit. He doesn’t let you cum yet though, he goes through and then goes back to making out with your cunt, repeating the action randomly until your hit with a major orgasm.

“So pretty, smells like you-, tastes so good, pretty.”

Getting fucked in mid air by Shoji Mezo, who stands at full height, two of his hands on your hips as your seated with him inside of you, another two are holding your feet in the air around his head, the last two doing as he pleases, fucking you harshly as you have to rely on him completely.

“*groans* stop squirming sweetheart.”

Dry humping at some hero event with Ojiro Mashirao. In the locked bathrooms as your dress is pulled up. Telling you not to cum as you’ll ruin his suit and give you both away. Shoves the tip of himself in just to fill you with his hot, sticky, bucket load of cum as your thighs clench around him, trying not to cum yourself as he fixed you up, swiping the bit that leaked out from your pussy and pushing it between your lips before pulling down your dress and making your hair look good again.

“Breathe darling, I’ll make sure you cum more than enough at home.”

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu groping you into cumming. Shoving you face first against the wall as he presses his body against yours. His cock hard against your ass as he flips your skirt up to nuzzle it between your cheeks. One of his hands groping your chest, hard, after your shirt if pulled up, stuffed into your mouth to keep up. His hand slipping under your bra and squeezes, before hardening his skin to hurt you, all while he grinds against your ass. He uses the momentum he got to force you to grind into his other hand, fully cupping your pussy and grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Until your head falls onto his shoulder, eyes rolled back as your hips buck on their own to orgasm,

“Go ahead cupcake. Cum for me- use me to make yourself cum.”

and oh god- the most memorable one. The one that out of all the new experiences you felt. All the friends you couldn’t look in the eye. He was the worst one. Because it was clearly so wrong.

Fuck.

Aizawa Shota.

Oh god you remember when your mind surfaced. Everything was still so vivid, more so than any other experience from your mind.

You surfaced right in front of him, about a second later her lips were on you. Your former teacher, your mentor. Your sensei.

Within seconds you were being pushed up onto something, his tongue slipping between your lips as he pushed himself between your thighs. You shoved his hair out of his face, allowing him full control as he pushed your back down against whatever your were sitting on, his hands sliding up your thighs to flip up your skirt.

God. He let you go, allowing your head to fall back and off the small… desk. Your desk, from UA. You teacher is fucking you in your old uniform, on your old desk. A loud moan left your lips as he slipped inside of you, since when was he so big?Your button up shirt was ripped open, untucked to give the male the most access to your body. He forced you on his cock over and over, lips staining your skin as you cried out. His pelvis grinding harshly against your clit as he fucked your cervix, fucking his cum into your womb over and over, not allowing you a break from the constant bullying. You didn’t know how long it lasted. His grunt words a mix of praise and humiliation as he moved at a brutal pace. This was so wrong. He was so much older, he taught you in school. And yet your eyes rolled back as you came again, your body weak and the man showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.

“Feeling so good for me. I taught you didn’t I? You should have more stamina than this.”

But oh- as the cherry on top of it all.

Your not the only one connected to these other worlds. Every last one of them has been having the same dreams you have, their just not in control of theirs.

"a joy to have in class" aka This Child Will Not Be Diagnosed for at least Eight Years

me: *is jokingly mean to my friend*

friend: *jokingly pretends to be hurt*

me:

“not all men” you’re right. sokka of the southern water tribe would never

collar

nsfw!!! xiao x f!reader

sub top xiao, very mild petplay, pet names, semi public sex

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You know Xiao loves you. He’s a sweetheart despite being a bit aloof or closed off to others and you know he would do anything for you - almost.

When you came to him with a peppy bounce in your step, big grin and hands holding something resembling a animal collar, though, he closes you down immediately.

“Absolutely not.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to do,” you faux pout. “Maybe I was showing you the new accessory I got for my cat.”

Xiao deadpans at you. “You don’t own a cat.”

“Sure I do.”

Your grin grows big again and you show him the collar more closely. An encrusted golden plate that sits at the front of the dark piece of leather reads “xiao” in all capital letters.

He blinks at it, once, and then twice before looking back up at you. “....I’m not wearing that.”

You open the latch that holds each side together and reach out to put it on him anyway. “I got it specially made for you, so you have to wear it.”

Leaning away while pushing your hands down, he murmurs “that’s humiliating. I don’t want to wear it.”

The way his eyes follow the item tells a different story, with a light flush running across his cheeks confirming your suspicions. From past experience you’ve found that he likes the feeling of something - usually your hand - around his neck and thought this would be perfect to have while your hands are busy touching him elsewhere.

“You’ll look so pretty though,” you tell him, keeping the collar in hand while you reach to slide your spare onto the smooth skin of his throat. “Don’t you want to be a good kitty for me?”

He freezes momentarily at that, eyes staring unblinking at you before a shudder rolls down his body. For other people, he may be like a stone statue, emotions never showing through. But for you, he was easy to read like a book.

“Ah, was that a yes?” He doesn’t answer you but his head falls back, neck on display for you. An act of submission.

You squeeze once with the hand that sat on his neck, making his eyes flutter shut momentarily. In that time his eyes were closed, you swapped out your hand with the collar, clicking the clasps closed so it stayed in place.

The collar suits him, you think, a dark leather band that fits snuggly around his neck. Connected to the golden plaque with his name engraved was a similarly golden bell that hung just an inch down.

You poke the bell with your finger and it swishes, jingling. Xiao glares - unthreatening - at you when he hears the sound.

“I wish you could see yourself,” you murmur to him, ghosting your fingers over the metallic name plate.

He’s so quiet like this, already breathless even though you hadn’t really touched him yet. “Do you like it?”

You pull him along to sit at a chair near a round decorative table, sliding onto his lap once he is seated before responding with an affirmative hum. “You look like you need to be taken care of.”

If you grind down you can feel him under you, already hard from getting collared. He’s so easy to rile up, your subtle hip roll making his own stutter back up into yours.

With the constant cool pressure of the leather around his neck you doubt he’ll last long. He already looks gone, his pupils blown out so only a small ring of his iris is visible and his chest rising and falling in little hot pants.

You pull his shirt, all the way up so his chest is exposed. He lets you do it, falling back against the seat when you brush your thumbs on either of his nipples.

They’re so sensitive, too. If you didn’t already have a plan for him you’d probably try to make him come just by playing with them alone.

Once their hard against your fingertips you move on, shuffling back to sit more on the ends of his thighs, where they meet his knees. With space made you’re able to slip your hand below his baggy pants and pull his hardened cock out.

Making your hand into loose circle shape, you let it slide down the length, friction of skin against skin making him twitch in your grasp.

It’s a little dry, so you hold your hand up to his mouth. “Can you spit for me, kitten?”

His mouth is already opened a bit and you’re surprised he isn’t drooling. He lets out a little noise but listens to you, spitting in your hand so you can use it as lubricant.

The slide is wet now, making it easy to do a continuous up, down, up, down movement. It must feel a lot more, because he gets a little louder, a little more into it. He’d be fucking up into your fist if you weren’t sitting on him and you momentarily wish you had sat beside him so you could see him do that.

Despite how good your slicked hand feels around him, he seems nervous about someone catching to two of you in the act, now gripping onto your wrist that moved up down the length of his cock.

It’s night time so you personally aren’t worried about it, as the inn is much less busy - pretty much dead - at night. The only time anyone is up here is to get a glimpse of the view, but even then they chose to go lower down because they know Xiao likes to stay up here, preferably alone.

He’s a little out of it though so it makes it easy to continue without him protesting much, the slick grip around him making it hard for him to say no to you.

When your wet palm circles the head, he releases a shaky sigh and the hand that was tightly wound around your wrist loosens.

He seems to forget about the possibility of onlookers after that, especially when you finally sink down on top of him.

Tight wet hear engulfs his cock, squeezing around it and he has to hold back from coming right then and there. “Oh, god, wait wait wait-“ he struggles, grappling onto your hips to try to stop you.

“You better not, Xiao.” You reply lowly, slipping the rest of the way down so you were seated right in his lap, whole length inside you.

He lets out a sob, cock kicking against your constricting walls. It’s so good, so tight and he wants to come so bad, hanging right over the edge.

“Please, please please please,” you don’t know if he’s begging you to let him come or begging himself to hold it. Either way, you don’t respond, giving him a moment to struggle against the onslaught of pleasure on his own.

You wait for the feeling of being filled but it never comes. With a gleeful pinch to his nipple you start moving, a slow gyration of your hips that makes Xiao’s thoughts turn syrupy.

The both of you stay like that for a while, with you leading a smooth roll of your hips while Xiao stifles sobs of pleasure into little desperate whimpers.

“Will kitty hold back for me?” You request once you feel as though you’ve given him some time to adjust to the feel of your cunt around him and he nods tearfully.

He’s so good, you think as you raise yourself a little, so the head of his cock is just pushing inside your entrance. “Go ahead then,” and you don’t have to tell him twice for his hips to start thrusting up into you, chasing the soaking heat.

Your thighs burn a little from holding yourself up at an angle but it’s worth it to see him so needy. The bell on his collar jingles with the effort to fuck upwards and it seems to spur him to keep going. You realize quite quickly that he won’t last much longer.

You let him do his thing, but lean in, resting your hands on his shoulders for balance while you lean in towards his ear. “You know, you’re so good for me like this, kitty.”

The rhythm he has stutters and he moans an “oh fuck, oh fuck” while trying to regain it. You latch your lips on a spot right above the edge of the collar, sucking a mark - a claim - into his skin.

It must be too much for him, the poor thing moaning loud and bucking his hips harder into yours.

“Next time,” you murmur against his neck, “I should get you a leash. Then you’ll really be like my little pet.”

He comes and god it’s a sight to behold. His eyes squeeze shut and his mouth parts and his back arches, so hard it looks a little painful. You seat yourself down so his come fills inside of you instead of spilling out onto himself.

Hair falls in his face when he slumps forward as he’s coming down and you push it back, petting him in a comforting manner.

“Good kitty.” His hips jump and he whines, overstimulated by your words and your cunt still wrapped around him.

You go to unclip the material around his neck but he immediately stops you, mumbling that he wants to keep it on for now.

The next time you see him he’s wearing the collar, along with the time after that. He doesn’t seem to want to take it off and you’re not sure if it’s because he likes the pressure around his throat or if he likes feeling owned but either way it makes you hot inside and almost always results in his moans and the jingle of a bell filling the quiet night.