Daydreaming About Doc Breaking Someone's Mind

the way cub tends to repeat himself when talking would be so hot during sex like yes call me a slut again pretty please

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Ren whimpering barking drooling and wagging his tail for Doc begging him to fuck him send ask

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ethoslab is so fucking pathetic i need to get him pregnant

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Been thinking of Jimmy and dragons lately. Little half dragon jimmy getting fucked full of eggs by a full blooded dragon...

Am I the only one who remembers afterlife. He was literally a half dragon there. Oh my God. I need him fucked nasty by a full dragon hybrid twice his size and stain his stupid onesie in cum

he put that tape on himself…he wants to be gagged <3

Thinking very hard about how the wolf head Xisuma has on could absolutely be interpreted as a pup hood so now I'm just imagining him in one of those w a collar and a leather harness as someone calls him a good boy while he humps their leg and whines.

Taming the Wolves of Wool Street...

Feeling sufficiently insane about Xisuma and Zedaph wearing pup hoods, my GOD. Also very happy to be drawing Xisuma on his hands and knees, just like he described 😋🙏

I had a lot of fun designing these hoods too, and I think they turned out really cute! Good dogs! 💜

the way cub tends to repeat himself when talking would be so hot during sex like yes call me a slut again pretty please

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HI CLOVIS [walking into your inbox with an I VOTED sticker]

Anon asks don't allow media, so I'll send you a DM with proof that I'm not committing gay sex voter fraud here, but can I request art of etho breeding bdubs? (no pressure & no worries if not <3)

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AS IF I WOULD EVER SAY NO TO DRAWING ETHUBS SEX

hellooo I’m having a real shitty time irl and I love your blog, so I’m here with headcanons.

first time with Scar, because I’m obsessed with him an unhealthy amount. I’m imagining him being sooo gentle and sweet with whoever it is (let’s just say Grian) at first, but once they both get comfortable and into it he starts going wild. its a tight fit for the first time with how big he is, Grian probably feels like he’s getting a factory reset. How’s he ever supposed to go back to being normal after being stuffed with that? The fact that it’s Scar makes it so much better, he almost comes as soon as Scar is finally all the way in. Scar probably goes slow at first because he knows he’s big, he’s not an idiot, and he doesn’t want to hurt him. Too bad Grian is in absolute bliss. Queue a 9 hour fuck session

Bonus points if being vex means Scar has a shorter refractory period, or none at all.

~ 🌻 (unless that’s taken)

oouuugggg anon... first of all, SUCKS that life is Attacking you like that, second of all I think you've given me wings. Yes I do believe Grian should get to be stuffed full of Scar, as a treat <3 SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! i got sooo carried away... this is just a snippet, lookout for the full fic on ao3 👀

> More below the cut ♡ [Trans FTM Grian]

Scar's just so considerate, so slow and gentle at first. He takes his time making sure Grian is ready and comfortable- and despite the nerves hammering at his ribcage, he makes sure to perform. When he slowly backs Grian up onto the bed, he's nothing but delicate and sensual, an adoring smile accompanying the hunger sneaking its way into his warm eyes.

He leans down to crowd around Grian, supporting himself with his elbows on either side of Grian's head and effectively caging a bird of flight against soft bed sheets, though it does nothing to make Grian feel trapped. Scar presses his lips to his lover's collarbone, tentative kisses trailing down as he whispers, "is this alright?" 

At the quick nod he receives, he moves one arm down, tracing the soft 'V' shape where Grian's torso meets his pelvis. "You wanna go all the way?" 

The temperature in the room rises. Of course, he feels more than hears the shaky exhale that Grian offers him before a slight nod. He needs words- and he tells his lover as much.

In response, quiet and embarrassed but no less sure, "please. I—... need you..." 

And that's enough for Scar. He tugs Grian's trousers down, purposefully leaving his boxers up just to smile at the wet patch on the front, such clear evidence of the pure want radiating from Grian. He shifts down the length of the bed to mouth at the hard peak in Grian's boxers, warm breath ghosting over the wetness that continues to spread. After a few whines from Grian get the better of him (and his own arousal is straining against the fabric confining it), Scar sits up and brackets his lover’s legs with his knees, if only for better balance. Finally, he moves to tug Grian's boxers down. 

He wastes no time getting his mouth on Grian's dick, sucking in softly just to hear those pretty cries as Grian bucks his hips up against Scar's lips. Grian's already wet, so eager to take Scar in and they've barely even started.

Scar brings a resting hand to feel at the entrance of Grian's front sex, teasing him with just a finger running over his entrance, never fully dipping in- barely holding back from giving Grian exactly what he wanted. Scar just wants to make his lover feel good, after all.

"Scar, just—stop teasing!" Grian's impatient whine comes out not as strict as he wanted it to sound, more simply desperate. Scar can work with that. He shifts away a bit, moving up the bed to press open-mouthed kisses to just below Grian's jaw, one arm moving to support him right above Grian's head, the other still guiding fingers across a wet cunt. 

Scar doesn’t warn him. His hands are gentle, though, when he pushes a single wet finger into Grian, drawing out a soft and embarrassingly high gasp. A sigh of Scar's name, and another joins it, stretching Grian out and massaging his walls. Scar isn't trying to make Grian cum right now, but God, he's so close already. He knows that two fingers are nothing compared to what's been promised for later this night, but he's already so close.

Scar spreads his fingers—knuckle deep—inside of Grian, smiling against his lover's warm neck as he feels the way Grian moans shamelessly at the feeling of being stretched. A third finger stuffs him full, and a fourth finger makes his wet cunt ache, and fuck, he can't wait to take Scar.

Four fingers rubbing against his sweetest spots and stuffing him so nice and full quickly lead him to throw his head back as his vision blurs, clenching helplessly around Scar's fingers. It takes less than a few minutes for Grian to come down from his high. He's so eager, after all.

When Grian opens his eyes again, unsure of when he had closed them, he's met with the hungry warmth of Scar's own. He nods nonsensically, murmuring out little please’s and Scar’s as he squirms impatiently atop the warm sheets. He can hear the ruffling of clothing, but he's not really paying attention to what he's seeing until he sees a large, scarred hand resting atop exactly what he needs inside of him, at this very moment.

The little moans that Scar lets out as he strokes himself with a hand covered in Grian's slick could be recorded and worshipped, Grian thinks. Grian also thinks, similarly, that he wouldn't mind getting on his knees to worship right now.

Scar's unfairly even voice (Scar really hopes his nerves aren't seeping through) snaps him out of that fantasy, however. Another time. "You all ready, Songbird?" A brief pause follows him.

Quiet, and still. For a moment, only their heavy breaths occupy the barely-there space between.

Then, "yes, please—Scar, I want you." He's almost surprised at how sure he sounds, but then again, he's always been sure of this want; this yearning and desire has always been fact.

He doesn't have control over the way his hips twitch upwards. Not when he feels the head of Scar's cock prodding at his cunt, spreading the wetness to his oversensitive clit and drawing a high whine from him. Scar leans down again to greet Grian's jaw with soft kisses before slowly easing the tip inside. 

And oh, God—Grian’s so gone already. Scar’s cock stretches him out so perfectly, fills him out in all the best ways with every inch that presses deeper inside. His eyes had shut some time ago and he can’t even bring himself to try and remember when, not when he feels this good. He knows Scar isn’t all the way in yet. Logically, he does know—but he also doesn’t quite process that. There’s so much of Scar inside of him that every slip further in just pulls Grian’s breath straight out, again and again, drawing him dizzy and dazed by the time their hips are flush.

Grian's head is thrown back against the pillow, mouth open in a long, now silent moan, and he revels in the feeling of being so full. He's never felt like this before, never felt so ultimately complete. Never until now, every shift against the bedsheets making Scar’s cock rub so deliciously against Grian's inner walls.

Even as still as they both are—Scar panting above him, giving him time to adjust—Grian can feel every vein along Scar's cock. He feels the way his lover fills in every crevice, the tip pushing against his cervix with an aching kind of pleasure that'll turn to bruises come the morning, far beneath where anyone will be able to see. 

Grian’s getting impatient now, with every moment that passes by while Scar's not fucking him into the mattress. He knows his lover is being nice and considerate, letting him adjust—but Scar's just so big. Grian's literally never going to get used to him, so there's no point in waiting. 

Plus, Grian wants to feel him.

It takes about a minute of his insistent whining and grinding his hips against Scar's for his lover to finally break and start to move. The slow drag of his cock pulling out to the tip drives Grian mad, even more so when he pushes in again, taking his sweet time to meet Grian's hips with his. Grian wants Scar to snap his hips hard and fast, make it ache. 

“Scar… Mmn, are you—are you that close to cumming already?” He's trying to get a rise out of his lover. Scar's not the reactive type, but Grian is just so desperate for it, he's not above being a brat.

Doc swear more I beg of you PLEASE I will drop to my KNEES PLEASE GODD

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