My Beautiful Girlcreep Miraculous Oc. Here To Be A Bitch And Only A Little Bit Unhelpful. Also Drew Her

my beautiful girlcreep miraculous oc. here to be a bitch and only a little bit unhelpful. also drew her with the cat miraculous bevause i Needed It

I couldn’t forget my own brand of bee, now could I?

Sting, or if we go by her new name: Killer Bee Her new name came from her new look, when I decided that making her look canon friendly wasn’t for me and I just went wild. Plus it was pretty challenging working with such a limited colour palette, I almost feel like I was cheating by adding white!

And yes, after such a long time, I gave Killer Bee an Ascended form! Obtained when she decides to do the right thing and betray Hawkmoth, giving up her life as a rising rockstar. No, neither Wyverna nor Saber get Ascended forms. Even if they were worthy, the Zodiac kwamis don’t have that kind of power. Only the main seven can do it.

Designing this form was a struggle, ngl, everything just felt too casual and I didn’t want to just repeat stuff from before. Sure it has a lot less pizazz, but this is Roxanne post giving up being a rockstar, so it fits that her look is calmer.

Should’ve read the fine print...

Minors DNI

Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon

Fem!Reader

Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!

It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.

You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.

They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

Might as well move your stuff in here.

So Ohio has an Urban Legend called the Loveland frog and it's a giant frog that hangs around the swamps...say a reader got too curious and wanted to learn about it...for science

Ohh yes. I am very familiar with the Loveland Frog. I've never written about anything amphibian like this before so I hope you enjoy this! I did have to do some research though so that’s why this has taken awhile 🙏

You have always been an avid amateur cryptozoologist. It's not like you ever have thought that you would actually find anything, but you have fun, and for the most part it's a harmless hobby. You decide to head to Loveland, Ohio, in search of the supposedly pleasant Loveland Frogman, more affectionately called the “Loveland Frog”.

It’s dark when you creep to the little river he’s said to reside in. To you’re surprise, there’s no one else around. You read conflicting things on the frog, but it seems like the most common is that it’s a man sized frog with human intelligence, or a frog with a man’s body. Either way, it’s weirdly creepy, and almost a bit funny to you. You wander near the river, admiring the sounds of the night and the way the stars reflect off the water.

There’s the sound of splashing behind you, and at first, you pay it no mind. Jumping frogs, little fish, maybe even turtles. It isn’t until you feel something wet and… slimy? grab your arm that you turn around. Towering over you is the Loveland Frog. A hulking creature that you never expected to be real, much less be such an impressive specimen. All kinds of thoughts raced through your mind as you looked over it, it’s hand still curled around your forearm. Most prominent is “How does this thing mate?”

The creature slowly lets go of your arm, looking you over with matched curiosity. It brushes your hair out of your face, softly touching your skin and making croaking sounds at you that you’re unfamiliar with. They’re deep and powerful, vibrating in your chest with how close it is. Then, quite suddenly, it forces one of its slimy fingers inside of your mouth.

You wrinkle your nose at the taste and spit it out, but you’re already feeling the affects. While you can clearly see this thing is a frog, not a toad, the toxins that it must exude from its skin when it so pleases are flooding your brain. There’s a warmth and wetness between your legs that makes you let out an involuntary whimper when you adjust and your pants grind against your core. The creature seems pleased at the sound of your pleasure, causing it to reach out for you again.

You’re so unbalanced on your feet, with your body feeling both too light and too heavy at the same time, that you don’t even care as it leads you to an even more secluded part of the river. You’re back to wondering how something like this could mate. Is there only one? You’re swallowed by darkness as it takes you to a thicket.

The feeling of your clothes being stripped off of you and the cool wind that blows across the river hitting your bare skin makes you hum. The creature lays you down, spreading your legs to gaze at your dripping cunt. That makes you squirm, still present enough of mind to realize that this thing is trying to mate with you, however it does that. Instead of being disgusted though, you can’t help but being curious.

It’s long tongue slides across your clit, making you cry out in pleasure, your button pulsing and throbbing already. It pushes its tongue inside of you, your back arching and whimpering moans escaping your lips as it tongue fucks you to the brink. You’re so close to cumming that when it stops, you start cursing and whining.

That’s when the creature turns you on your back, shoving your face into the dirt. You do little, your body still feeling not like your own. It-he- pushes something thick and long inside of you. You grunt as you’re stretched out, trying to adjust to his size. Then, it starts slowly humping into you, and with each thrust, small objects are deposited into your womb. That’s when you start to squirm and cry out, begging for it to stop. Instead, he curls his hand over your face, forcing his fingers inside of your mouth again.

You’re so high that you slump completely against the ground, now enjoying the feeling of your womb being filled with heavy but squishy eggs. As the creature keeps fucking you into the dirt, you can’t help but clench and cum around his cock multiple times. So many times that you lose count. Finally, he pulls out. You think that it’s over so you let yourself relax, the high making your brain foggy.

However, after a moment, something even larger is stuffed into your used cunt. You moan loudly, grabbing at the grass underneath you. The first frogman walks in front of you, shoving his cock down your throat to feed you the toxin directly as the second creature fucks his cum deeply into you, coating your womb and fertilizing the heavy eggs inside of you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the toxin makes you even more sensitive, causing you to cum each time the creature inside of you does. You can feel his slick dripping out of you, coating your thighs and the ground under you. Or maybe it’s your own. At this point, you’re not sure.

By sunrise, they both slink off back to the water, leaving you still high and foggy, covered in cum, with a stomach that already looks nine months pregnant.

I HAVENT COLORED IN FOREVER *throws my miraculously oc at you fullspeed*

Drabble

Baki Hanma x reader

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Warnings: 18+, overstim, dacryphilia, NSFW

“Shh sweet girl, am I hurting you?”, he asked, pausing from his mind numbing thrusts, one hand keeping your waist in place while the other wrapped around your neck, his warm breath brushing your ear as he spoke. “n-noo”, you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. “Then what’s the problem?”, he asked, the hand on your waist reaching to your front, searching for the swollen bean he was rubbing just a minute ago, his index and middle finger gently pinching the nub between them, before he began slowly rubbing your clit again with the pad of middle finger, using his index and ring finger to spread you out as much as they could.

Whining deeply, you squirmed against him, biting your lip hard when he started flicking your poor clit. “Tell me now”, he said, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting into you with high force to have you gasp, repeating his actions with his words. “Tell me”, but you couldn’t time uttering any words without whimpering or moaning, boarding a scream when he didn’t stop, rubbing your clit and thrusting into you at a rhythm that robbed you of any thought process. It only took a few more off these thrusts before you began squirting, Baki alternating to gently rubbing your clit faster, using all his fingers as he looked down to watch your fluids spray onto the already soaked bed sheets. “Ahhh, that’s it sweet thing”, he chuckled, talking to himself amidst your orgasm, knowing full on well that you wouldn’t be able to register any of his words.

Getting off your knees, you just had to kick the pillows in front of you, Baki easily pinning you against him as your body shivered, enjoying the feel of you helplessly squirming in his arms. But he did not have the patience to wait, looking for a dry spot on the bed to gently place you on your back, spreading your shaking thighs apart, hoping to make eye contact with you as he prepared himself for another round of his favorite part. One of your hands clawing at the sheets while the other sat over your mouth, your teeth gripping the skin on the side of your palm, something you did in the moment to try and relieve yourself of the overwhelming pleasure the orgasm brought you. Your eyes were shut tight, but shot open when you felt Baki’s warm mouth on your clit, tears flooding your eyes again as you began crying. Before he could even start sucking he separated his mouth from you, his face serious as he listened to you cry, finally making eye contact with you. “Are you asking for a spanking?”, he spoke, the expression on his face matched with the tone of his voice serious enough to intimidate you, shaking your head no as you also tried to speak, wiping the tears from your eyes quickly. “n-no b-bakii. I’m s-sorry”, you spoke, choking on your tears. “I’ll s-stop cr-crying”. “Okay angel”, he said, a smile on his face at your weak attempts too his yourself. “Tell me you want your clit in my mouth”, he spoke, and you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips at the sound of his tormenting words. Why did he have to be such a prick sometimes. “P-please…put your m-mouth on m-me”, you managed to say, making him smile your head falling back to succumb to the situation. And without waisting more time, he began sucking your clit, his tongue desperately exploring your dripping wet vulva, shoving the wet muscle inside of you, going lower to do the same to your anus, alternating between tongue fucking your pussy, your asshole, as well as sucking your clit.

Gripping his thick brown hair with your hand, the other gripping the sheets, your body shook violently from the sensation of all this stimulation, your throat dry as screamed and cried.