#I N EED HIM

[guzhufuren]

mindless screaming and sopping wet crying and eternal throwing up

[thegoldenelite]

Soo happy Kenny's back!!

[dizzybizz]

thank you for drawing literally the dr ratio ever. he is so guy !!!!

from fellow dr ratio enjoyer ->

@two-stars

EEE YAYY!!!!!!!! im so overjoyed that ppl like my ratio cus hes recently attained blorbo status for me so it just means a lot 😭💖

EHEGFHDSGHhfhaghhsgh he is so guy

[meyerlansky]

ngl ep 7 bummed me out kind of a lot

i get that it's the steed-n-eed show but i really just. do not like either of them. and i don't like that the narrative seems both really reluctant to address the fact that they are lying to themselves about how selfish and self-centered they are, no matter how much collateral damage it causes the people around them, as well as bending OTHER characters' narratives around the whirlpool of fuck that is the two of them only giving a shit about themselves

[clowndensation]

oh your boyfriend stays hard during sex? adorable. MY boyfriend experiences depression induced erectile dysfunction that ends in me treating him like a little baby toddler to cheer him up and avoid damaging his ego. like a MAN.

[sundhaft]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ * mutuals may rb, personal blogs stay away.

[bisexualrapline]

yoongi’s really gonna be one of those egot bitches don’t even look at him...

[randyortonofficial]

christian better WEAR THIS while he is PLUNGING INTO ME FROM BEHIND or SO HELP ME, GOD!!!!!!

[redridcr]

my brain NEEDS to now the situationship between tahno and these two girls

[takumasheisty]

It’s been 2 months since your beloved boyfriend had left to attend Blue Lock. Of course you miss him greatly, but it makes you happy to know that he’s pursuing his dream.

You two don’t call often, mainly due to the fact that it’s very busy in Blue Lock, but when you do it’s always a great catch up conversation. Exchanging stories and “I love you’s” before he has to leave to go play another match.

One night, he feels particularly needy, wishing he was back at home with you. Once curfew hits, he goes to bed, but he can’t stop thinking about you. Your beautiful eyes and beautiful lips. The way you hold him in such high regard as a boyfriend. He just misses you so damn much and can’t wait to go back home to see you. He thinks about the time you spent together, and the things you do together alone. Leading him to realize that he hasn’t engaged in any sexual activity since he left home. Including masterbation.

The innocent thoughts of you soon become more lewd and horny. He thinks about the way you take him so well, and how good you feel, and well, before he knows it, he’s hard.

“Fuck.. if only Y/N was here with me.. she always takes care of me so well.” Your sweet boyfriend thinks to himself. He can feel the precum leaking from his hard cock, and knows he has to do something, or else he’s really in for it tonight.

“Ah… shit..” he palms himself through his shorts and squeezes his eyes shut, eliciting moans and whimpers from him.

He takes his cock out from his shorts, and starts moving his hand up and down, slowly. It’s so hard it hurts. How he wishes he was with you. You’d make the pain go away.

He starts to pick up the pace, focusing on the area right below his leaky tip. It felt good, but it would never feel as good as your hand.

“Ngh.. f-fuck..” the thoughts of you were getting more vivid, images of you bouncing on his cock were flashing through his mind, and he began to desperately chase his release.

He increased the speed and pressure he was using on his cock, trying so hard to cum, but he just couldn’t. It felt like he was right on the edge, but he just couldn’t get there.

“C-cmon.. n-eed to cum.. please..” he’s so needy, and it seems his hand isn’t doing the job.

He stops yanking on his cock, panting and out of breath. He didn’t even get to cum.

“Fuck..” he brings his hands up to his face, placing his hands on his forehead. He needs another solution, and he thinks he has one but he really doesn’t want to have to resort to such a thing.

He turns the the extra pillow on his bed, and groans in embarrassment.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this.. so pathetic..” he scolds himself as he mounts the pillow. The soft and feathery contact makes him wince. As he adjusts the pillow, he begins moving, dragging his angry cock back and forth against the white objet.

“A-ah..! O-oh shit..” this seems like it’s working. He grips the sheets and speeds up the pace of his thrusts. Once again, he desperately chases his release, but fails to catch it. He’s right there. Right there, and he just needs something to tip him over.

“Damn it!.. why can’t I cum..? She’s probably fast asleep while I’m over here… humping a damn pillow to get off.” He sighs, leaning forward, to rest his head against the mattress.

He reaches over to grab his phone, hoping, wishing that you would call him right that instant. He scrolls through your past messages, wanting to cry. He misses you so bad. But it was late, and you were probably sleeping.

But what if you weren’t?

What if you were awake, thinking about him too? The thought of that sparked excitement in your needy boyfriend. Should he call you? Ask for your help? How would be even ask you?

He stared at the dial button for what seems like an eternity, and something in him tells him to call you.

The phone rings twice, when you pick up.

“Hey baby! What are you up to? It’s pretty late you know.” The sound of your voice alone almost makes cum, and he knows he has to tell you.

“Hey.. Y/N. I’m sorry for calling so late.. I was just thinking about you.. and.. and I-“ he mumbles on the phone when you cut him off.

“You need me to help you with something, hm?” His heart skips a beat. How did you know? Was he that obvious?

“H-how.. how did you know?” He asks, concerned.

“You’re my boyfriend? I think I’d know when somethings up. Anyways what is it?” You question.

He pauses for a moment before spilling everything.“I need you. I can’t.. can’t cum. I’ve tried just about everything I could and I still can’t.. n-need you to talk me through it.” He squeezes his eyes shut, anticipating your response. After a while and no response he feels he made a mistake.

“N-Nevermind sorry! Goodn-“

“What have you tried, darling?” You question, in a tone laced with seduction.

He takes a second and can’t believe you’re actually willing to help him. “I-I tried jerking off.. even focusing on my sensitive areas… and it didn’t work. I also tried.. um.. I tried..” he starts out rambling and slows down, not able to say what he’s trying to.

“Spit it out, love. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I’ve tried using a pillow.” He thought it was bad before but saying it out loud is even worse. His face flushes red with embarrassment and he goes quiet.

“What did you do with the pillow, my love?” You question, trying to get him to use his words.

“I.. I humped.. it. I was humping a pillow.. I’m sorry I feel disgusting.. like a damn animal in heat.”

“No my love, you’re not disgusting. You’re just needy, that’s all. I’m really happy you came to me tonight. You know I’ll always do what I can to help you, right?” You assure your shy boyfriend.

“Y-yeah.” He whispers, looking down at his leaking cock.

“Okay. You tried both those things and you couldn’t cum?”

“I tried, Y/N. I just couldn’t. I don’t know why.” He gets quieter each word that he utters.

“My poor baby… over there suffering. Let’s see what we can do okay?” He nuzzles his head into the mattress, closing his eyes and imagining that it’s your chest.

“Do you have headphones, love?”

“Y-yeah..”

“Put them on for me, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” He rushes to grab his AirPods, fumbling to put them in.

“O-okay. They’re in.” He waits for your next instruction, eager to obey.

“Sit back, love. I want you to take your hand and masterbate.” He complys, breathing raggardly.

“Slowly, don’t rush it, alright?” You can tell he’s extremely eager, doing everything as if he’s being timed.

“M-mhm. Okay.” He continues rubbing up and down his shaft, just like you told him.

“Now take your other hand, run it down your torso, and I want you to focus on your nipples especially.”

“H-hahh.. f-fuck… feels.. f-feels so good.. s’ much better then before..” He moans out, doing both actions simultaneously.

“I.. I like when you tell me what to do.”

“Mm yeah? You’re being such a good boy. Keep doing that okay? So good for me.” He whimpers loudly at the obvious praise, slightly arching his back up off the mattress.

“I-I think.. ‘m getting close. Can feel it coming..” He slowly speeds up his pace, and gets a little rougher with his nipples, pinching them rather than grazing over them.

“F-fuck Y/N.. h-help.. getting c-close.. really close..!” His leaky cock was leaking even more precum now, twitching with every stroke.

“Yeah, you’re close? You got it baby. You’re almost there. Just a little more.” He moans at your sultry voice, visioning you stroking his cock for him.

“A-ah.. a-shit! C-cumming! I-I’m cumming! F-fuck fuck..!” He orgasms, his cock pumping a continuous flow of cum down his hand and wrist. He stops his movements, the orgasm is too strong for him.

“Baby, did you stop? Don’t stop. Keep stroking yourself. You want the orgasm to last a little longer.” He listens to you, and picks up the pace again, his body twitching every few seconds.

“C-can’t do anymore Y/N, sensitive, really.. really sensitive.” He has to stop, and try to regulate his breathing. Now he was sweating and shaking out of pleasure.

“Alright. Good job, my love. You did so well for me. Did that help you with your problem?” He turns to his phone to look at your photo.

“Y-yes. Thank you s’ much.” He’s still coming down from his high, and his first thought is still you.

“Thank you.. thank you Y/N.. you’re so.. good to me.. what did I do to deserve you?” He’s so genuinely grateful to have someone like you to love him.

“It’s really okay, baby. It was nothing, that was all yo- love? Are you.. crying?” You ask after hearing some sniffling in the background.

“I just.. I miss you so much Y/N.”

“Aw.. my poor baby.. you know how much I miss you too? Maybe you can come visit home soon?”

“Yeah.. I hope.” The call is quiet for a minute, until you break the silence.

“My love?”

“Mhm?”

“It’s quite late, I think we’ll have to call again tomorrow.” You did have work early in the morning, and staying up this late couldn’t have a good effect on you.

“Oh. Y-yeah.. sorry. It was a little selfish of me to keep you on the phone like this so late.”

“Don’t even worry about it. Get some rest okay, I know you work hard every day.” You acknowledging his hard work warms his heart. What an amazing girlfriend you are.

“Thank you, again. Goodnight.”

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!human!reader, leviathan’s envy, sensory deprivation ( blindfolding ), mentions / suggestions of mindbreak, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day thirty-one ( we did it !!! ) [ leviathan + sensory deprivation ( blindfolding ) ]

“Leviathan,” your voice is soft and needy, and your hands reach blindly for him. you could hear his breathing, feel the furious heat of it against your neck, tickling your earlobe, setting all of your hairs on end. “— let me see you. Please.” you choked the plea out, coupled with a stuttering breath. he was so beautiful, you could only imagine how sinful he would look right now, his tight, lean form drenched in sparkling diamonds of sweat. howlite eyes heavily lidded, glowing with desire, and his cherry-stained cheeks fanned by thick, fluttering blonde lashes.

but, there was an obstruction. satin obsidian, a necktie, bandaged around your eyes, keeping your vision dark and abysmal. if you didn’t gaze upon his perfection while he ruined you, you thought you might be driven to madness.

“Leviathan…”

a soft, pleased grunt accompanied by a gust of hot breath fills your ear. “I might get jealous.” he whispered to you. it was half a threat, but there was an inkling of excitement to his words. as if teasing his envy would thrill him, too. “If you see how beautiful I look while I fuck you. Or… If you see other things that only my eyes are meant to see… the way your back winds like a serpent, hips pushing back to take my cock in,” Leviathan lets out a heavy breath, one gloved hand grasping the flare of your hip and pulling you into his rutting. you cry out, feeling his cock feel you to the hilt. your mouth hangs open, strangled pleas dying on your breathless lips, and he moans again. “The way you drool and babble, just for me. Each and every goosebump that raises on your skin as I touch—“ the digits left unveiled by the leather glove are warm to the touch, and gently rub your skin, massaging the beads of your own perspiration into it. “These things that are only meant for me to witness. I don’t even want you to see how I can make you writhe with lust.”

your hands fumble towards him again, over your head. behind you. trying to grasp his horns. you needed something to hold on to, to squeeze. and you knew his horns were extra sensitive the moment his cock slid into you. “F—feels good..!” you gurgle, swatting haplessly towards where you pictured his horns jut upwards towards the sky. you anticipated feeling the antlers against your finger pads, but your desperate grappling is met with nothing but air.

was he angling his head away, keeping his horns just out of your grip?

“You want to please me more.” he mutters, and it his rumbling baritone is laced with a faint amusement. “To make me cry out and cum so quickly. Is it because you can’t handle me? Is my lovemaking too delicious for you? Does my cock make you so weak and desperate?”

a flustered nod, and a helpless babble of his name. it’s enough to curb his desire for praise for the very small moment. your fingers curl, expecting to do so around air, but there’s a faint jingle. cool metal tickles your knuckles, and you realized that you’ve taken the dainty, silver chain connecting his horns in one, weak fist. “N—need… t-this—“ it’s almost nonsensical, blurting out words that are mere pieces of a complete thought that’s been fucked out of you. “Nee—eed you!”

“You’re enjoying yourself immensely. It feels so good, yes? To take my cock deep and hard, push your limits. I’m being so generous to you, pouring so much pleasure- euphoria, into your sensitive, human body that you can hardly contain it all.” Leviathan sighs, nipping at the edge of the blindfold with his sharp canines, tugging ever so slightly, as if teasing that he might take it off. “Your feeble, mortal psyche might break if I’m too magnanimous. How troublesome it is to be delicate with you, when what I really want is to decimate you completely. Ah, I’m jealous that you can be broken so beautifully.”

“T—the blindfold…” you mewl again, leaning back against his deep, slow thrusting. it feels so good that you can only slump against his chest and hang on to the chain. your jaw hangs slack, tongue dangling against your chin. “Please, Leviathan!”

but you hear a soft clicking, his tongue against his teeth as both of his hands now envelop you— careening upwards to encase your breasts against his palms. he squeezes, thumbs and forefingers pinching your sensitive nipples until you let out a pathetic squeak. “Stay in the dark…” he demands, low and sultry, his tongue slithering out to trace his name over your neck and up into your ear, where he huffs, “I’ll get jealous if you witness this glorious destruction with me.”

[kittysarchive]

First time sending ask here but I love your works!

Can you write about semi-public quickie with jungwon?

welcome to my blog :)

warnings- semi public, smut, quickie...very quick, jugwon eeds reader bad, lmk if i missed anything

"N-not here" You whisper shout as Jungwon quickly pulls down his pants. Eyeing out the bathroom stool, anyone could walk in.

"It'll be quick....I need you right now" Jungwon pleads, fisting his cock in his hand as he begs you. You quickly submit, once you see his cock begging for you.

"Be quick" You lift up your short dress, sliding you panties down to. Wasting no time, Jungwon fists his cock one more time before sliding into you.

Holding back a moan, he quickly thrusts into you. Quick and small thrusts, he already feels his edge coming.

"Nearly there..." He whisper, hiding his head in your neck as he thrust into you. Roling his hips, you warmth hugs his cock tight.

With another load of quick thrusts, he quickly pulls out. Yanking toilet paper before spewing his load onto it. Quick breaths as he calms himself down. Fuck...did he really fuck you in a public bathroom?

Pulling his pants up as you slide you panites on, you hear a group of girls laugh as they enter the bathroom.

"So when does the movie start?"

"Did you see that cute boy outside...."

"It smells sweaty in here..." the girls all laugh and chatter, while your held tight against Jungwon. You'll be blaming him all night.

[trashogram]

hi pookie i’m the one who asked for spare smut, anything hazbin/HB (especially luci) is much appreciated 🫶

I’m sorry for the late response. And that it’s not the best ❤️

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“You… don’t have to…” Lucifer trailed off with a nervous chuckle.

His face was flush with dark gold, like saffron against his abnormal pallor. It was adorable, almost enough to make you break character.

You looked up at him from between his legs, hoping your expression was coy as your hands massaged the top of his thighs.

“But I want to.” You assured him, hands sliding toward his center.

Lucifer keened as he was released from the confines of his trousers. He’d been hard since arriving at your summons (what you had jokingly decided to refer to as your calls for him to come up and make love to you). The sound of your voice had a Pavlovian Effect on him that not even the fires of your shoddy apartment furnace could limpen.

Your hand wrapped around him, palm already slick. “I’ve wanted to for a while.”

Lucifer choked. “H-have you?”

The smile that curved your lips was sinful. You kissed the tip of his cock, leaking before you had laid a finger on him. A strangled sound erupted from the King’s throat as you continued down the length of him in lieu of responding.

The Devil vibrated in his seat, claws sinking into the arms of the chair that you had backed him into. Try as he might, Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to stifle the pathetic sounds you stroked out of him. He could hear himself whining like a dog.

Your concentrated expression was mesmerizing, only outdone by the slip of your tongue. You lapped at his cock curiously, seeing the strain of Lucifer’s thighs as he seized up from the corner of your eye.

It was challenging to not stop and soothe him with affection. Hell’s King was not simply receptive, he was incredibly theatrical. His reaction to just a smidgeon of attention was always loud in some fashion. You couldn’t let it distract you.

Without warning, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked.

“FfffuCk!” Lucifer yelped, head falling back.

The brim of his hat slid down, covering half of his flushed face. The laugh you couldn’t push back came out muffled, sensation forcing Lucifer to buck up, sliding further down your throat.

You gagged, hands clutching at the fabric of his pants. He was short in stature, but Lucifer wasn’t lacking beneath the belt. It took a moment to stay the wild beat of your heart and remember to breathe through your nose.

Lucifer was still groaning in between croons of your name, over and over. The sound, melodic even in his desperation, went straight to your cunt. You shifted on your knees to address the sticking of your own panties, all while letting saliva pool in your mouth. Drool ran down your chin as you edged downward to take more of him in, as much as you could, before pulling off.

Your lover trembled as he tried to raise the brim of his hat, pupils blown wide.

He straightened, grabbing for you.

“Up, up, up!” He hurried, heedless of your confusion. You couldn’t ask questions as you were hauled up from the floor and sat on Lucifer’s lap. He fumbled to push your panties aside and impale you on his cock, leaving you no time to gasp before he was shoving you down to the hilt.

Lucifer held your hips in a vice, pounding into you madly until stars burst before your eyes.

“‘M sorry! I didn’t think I’d make it! I didn't - couldn't — you’re mouth ‘s too good! S’good — FU-CKing SH — ahhhh baby! Angel! I n-nn-eed t’ cum-mm ins—!!!” Lucifer spluttered. “Mijn liefje! Nire Zerua! T-tafadhali! ¡Déjame llenarte!”

Your mouth opened in a soundless scream as heat surged through your core, thick cum painting your fluttering walls.

Claws ran through your hair as the Devil gently pulled your head down and into his neck. He’s slumped into the chair, still breathing heavily as he hugged your still winded, shaking form to him.

[genshindsau]

Summary: Scaramouche knew the rules and what happens when he breaks them and yet he continued to do so. The day went by without you punishing him and yet the following day from the moment he woke up until the moon shone, he was tormented and teased to the breaking point.

Content warning: dom!reader, sub!scaramouche, dom/sub universe, edging, vibrator is left inside of scaramouche, teasing, mentions of somno, aimed to be gender neutral reader, love sick reader, fem!reader, touching over clothes, anal, butt plug, teasing, use of commands, mentions of subspace, dub-con towards the end (scaramouche says no but there is a safeword in place), public play(?), mentions of nonsexual dom/sub, scaramouche passing out, male squirting/wetting, aftercare is implied but not described, mindbreak(?), begging, scara calls reader master

Scaramouche wanted to yell, wanted to scream, wanted to curse you out - also wanted to curse himself out. However, he refrained; knowing that everything that happened starting from the moment he woke up was his fault.

He was still hazy with sleep as you maneuvered him. Placed on his stomach, he yawned into the pillow which was quickly replaced with a moan. His hips arched up into the cool, wet fingers that were prodding around his rim.

"You didn't think I'd forget about your behavior yesterday?"

He smirked against the pillow. "Oh and here I thought you forgot." He was teasing and you knew not to take what he said to heart. You both agreed not to do anything last night due to general tiredness and a rough day. Yes, Scaramouche was expecting - and looking forward - to be punished last night but you took a step back, not feeling like you were in the right headspace to do anything like that. Thus you both pushed it back.

You tsked and two of your fingers pushed into him. He winced at the slight burn from the stretch but didn't try to move away. Your other hand rubbed the skin of his waist.

"hahh - y/n," the curl of your fingers left you brushing against the one spot that leaves him seeing stars. Perhaps it was the sleepiness that was still lingering but even the slightest graze of your fingers left him moaning out happily.

Instead of getting him off right there, you pulled back before inserting one more finger. You moved your fingers, opting to stretch him out.

"What're you doing," he slurred out, slightly annoyed that you were not letting him cum.

"Hm, you didn't think this was you're punishment did you?" You tsked, "No, sweet boy this is just your preparation."

"Preparation?"

You hummed happily. "Yup, for this." You eagerly picked up an object that left him blanching.

He squirmed in his spot next to you, trying not to gain the attention of your friends. He glared at you from the corner of his eye. The two of you both had the day off for the first time in almost two month and you took the opportunity to plan today to the tee. The first plan was meeting a few of your friends for breakfast.

The plug inside of him was bearable at first. Yes when he sat down he had to dig his nails into his palm due to the position pushing the plug inside of him even deeper but other than that he was able to manage and even have a conversation with ajax and aether.

"I thought most of them wouldn't have agre-eed," His voice raised in pitch as he felt a vibrating inside of him. It was on a low setting most likely but it was still a sudden change.

Ajax's eyebrows furrowed "you good?"

Scaramouche coughed, "yes, sorry. As I was saying…" He looked over at you who was in your own conversation with Lumine. He spotted the small smirk on your lips and forced his eyes away. He was not going to give you the satisfaction.

You were barely listening to Lumine. Instead, opting to gaze at scaramouche. You stuck your hand into your pocket and ran a finger over the screen of your phone. The sudden increase in vibration left Scaramouche breathless. Luckily he wasn't in the middle of talking so he could restrain the moan. You gaze flickered down to his lap which was now supporting a growing bulge.

"Oy, lover girl," Lumine snapped her fingers in front of your face.

"What's up?"

"Seriously, you get more love sick every day." She sounded annoyed, but the teasing tone was obvious.

"Why wouldn't I?" You wrapped your hand around Scaramouche waist, squeezing the skin before pulling him closer to you. "Just look at him." You nuzzled your cheek against him.

"What - what are you doing," Scaramouche flushed due to the attention. His hand came up to the side of your face trying to push you away. You took this chance to increase the vibrations even more. He stilled, his hips jerking slightly. "ahh - ahem," he cleared his throat.

You grabbed one of his legs and rested it over your own, pretending to just want to be closer to him. Your friends laughed at the scene, used to this behavior from you. However, this position forced his legs open a little more. Luckily you're friends were sitting across from you, rather than next to you. They couldn't see your hand creeping up the inside of his thigh.

Your other hand decreased the vibrations, not wanting him to get overstimulated so early in the day - not when you have so much planned. After getting him a few minutes to calm down, your hand moved from his thigh, closer to the bulge in his pants. He gasped out as your hand rested over it and gave him a squeeze, cutting the conversation off and drawing attention towards him.

"Sorry, sorry," you raised your hands up innocently. "Wasn't watching my hands."

Scaramouche looked ready to yell at you at the insinuation but laughter filled the table.

"Who knew little scaramouche was so sensitive." Ajax teased him, pinching is cheek from across the table not realizing how true his words were. Your group of friends have know each other for a long time, sex topics were bound to come up every now and then.

"I swear to god I will snap your fingers," Scaramouche gritted out, glaring daggers at Ajax.

"Don’t be so mean," you playfully chided him.

"Like he knows any other way to be." Lumine shrugged but there was a smile on her face.

"I know," Ajax perked up. "Why don’t you command him to be nice for a whole day. Or at least nice to me; after putting up with him so long I think I deserve it." 

You rolled your eyes at his comment. It wasn't a true suggestion, Ajax was just trying to get Scaramouche riled up. "Hah? I'll kill you." Scaramouche looked ready to jump across the table and strangle him.

Luckily the arguing was cut short as food was placed in front of the five of you. The others didn't blink an eye as you platted Scaramouches food and then your own. Once he swallowed a few bites, you took the chance to turn the vibrations on again. You put it on the smallest setting, not wanting him to get overwhelmed while he was eating. The only indication that he felt them was when he dug his nails into your thigh. The rest of breakfast went smoothly - asides from Scaramouche becoming increasingly quiet.

The two of you were the last to leave, you opted to remain behind and order a smoothie to go. When the two of you were alone, you moved your head to the crease of his neck. He huffed but didn't push you away. "How do you feel?" Looking up at him you had a cheeky smile on your face. He glared down at you, refusing to give you what you want.

"Feel fine, why wouldn't I?"

"Just checking." You didn't seem perturbed at all by his attitude.

Now that the two of you were alone and further in the corner of the restaurant, you openly pulled him further into you. You ran your hands up his thighs, making sure to dig your nails into his skin that was visible due to his shorts. The scratch marks left over were a welcome addition.

The soft kisses on his neck, left him squirming underneath the ticklish feeling. "Were alone now. Can you at least kiss me?" You opted out of giving him an actual command for the time being.

He angled his head to face you and put on a false smile. He leaned forward until his nose brushed against your own. Right before you leaned in to press your lips to his he pulled back, "Nope." He wore a genuine smile this time at the frown on your lips.

"You really want to do this?" You cooed out, putting forth false innocence. "I think you're forgetting just what position your in." You pulled your phone out of your pocket this time, letting him see the screen. He watched as your thumb ran over the screen and, in turn, as the vibrations increased in intensity. He flinched at the ministrations and bit down on his lip.

One of your hands reached around the pull at his lip, freeing it and running your finger over his lips. Refusing to be the only one affected, he brought his tongue out and discreetly licked at your thumb. You just smile and watched in amusement as he fell forward when your other hand grasped at his cock through his shorts. You couldn't really jerk him off but you rubbed your hand around. He rested his head on the table and you could see the deep breaths he took through the movement of his back.

"You may want to sit up. I see the server coming over."

The fear of being seen caused Scaramouche to lurch up. Part of him just thought you were faking but he did see the server coming over with your drinks. He dug his nails into his palm and situated himself, making sure that it appeared that nothing was amiss - that there was nothing currently buzzing inside of him.

After paying for the drinks, you stopped the vibrations and stood up. "C'mon, there's still more to do."

Scaramouche was sure you were torturing him. You knew what you were doing; dragging him around town, messing with the vibrations and 'innocently' feeling around his body. Now, in the dressing room, it was the first semblance of privacy he has gotten since the morning when you first inserted the vibrator.

"Try this on," you threw a set of clothes towards him. He ran his finger over the cloth and glared at you as he recognized the sheer silk.

"You're not leaving?" He watched as you sat down on a chair in a large dressing room.

"Nope." You made it a point to lean back and get comfortable.

He grumbled under his breath and turned away from you. He discarded his clothes until he was left only in his underwear. He tucked his finger in the waistband and hesitated for only a second before tugging them down, pretending not to pay you any attention.

You felt your own arousal stir in you as you gazed at the butt plug. If you looked close enough you could probably see it move due to his clenching. He really was cute, trying to act unfazed but his body was giving him away. "Ah - ah - ah," you chided him. "Turn around. I wanna see."

"You can see plenty, I'm already naked as is." He threw a look over his shoulder.

Your lips pursed. He failed to notice as one of your hands returned to your pocket.

His knees buckled as the vibrations started up once more and his hand fell to the mirror in front of him to hold himself up. He took a deep breath before standing up once more. He's felt on edge since lunch, the constant uncertainty of when you'll start the vibration. He knew you weren't going to let him cum and he refused to ask, his pride too large. 

"Having fun," he managed to get out behind clenched teeth.

"Quite. C'mon now I picked these clothes out personally."

He grabbed the clothes and stepped into them. He pulled it up his body and couldn't deny that he didn't like the feeling of the silk on his skin. However, one thing he failed to noticed until he put the clothes on was that it was crotchless.

He heard your footsteps but did not turn around. "Bend over."

"Why?"

"Jus' wanna get a better look." You shrugged and he wanted to strangle you. You seemed so cool and calm compared to him, whose body felt like it was burning with desire.

The look on his face must have been obvious but you beat him to the punch. "Bend over."

His body seized up as the command registered in his mind. His body acted without hesitation, bending over, his hands bracing themselves on the mirror. "Good boy," you praised him as your ran a hand down his arched spine. Your hands trailed down until it reached the plug inside of him.

As the vibrations dulled down, you lightly tugged the plug out until the thickest part of the plug was stretching at his rim.

"ngh," he brough one hand to his mouth and bit down on it, trying to suppress his sounds. You twisted it, watching with almost fascination as his skin twitched around it. You then look at the mirror and made eye contact with him. He tried to glare at you but with his red face and bitten lips it was hard to take him seriously.

You then looked further down and caught a glimpse at his cock which was leaking against the cloth on his stomach. There was enough wetness to know that he has been dirtying the cloth since he put it on. Instead of reaching around him, you pushed the plug back inside of him. He let out a sigh.

"Looked close enough yet perv." You just smiled at him before the vibrations increased to its highest level. You pushed the plug in as far as it would go and pushed his waist down to where the angle allowed the vibration to stimulate his prostate.

"Y/n, wa-wait, haah" His hips jerked back, his knees wobbled and he was about to fall if it wasn't for you wrapping an arm around his waist. "'m gonna.." he trailed off because right as he was about to warn you about his impending orgasm, you cut the vibrations off. He lurched in your gasp, crying out as the orgasm was cruelly snatched away. With red-rimmed eyes, "Wha-why?"

"You really didn't think I'd allow you to cum right, its barely been half of the day."

His façade broke at the thought of this going on for the rest of the day. He couldn't think anymore, everything felt all fuzzy.

You noticed the change in his eyes and cupped the side of his face and turned it towards you. "Take these clothes off. Since you've dirtied them, I'll buy them then after that we'll go home, alright love." You recognized the headspace he slipped in and while you weren't ending his punishments it would be best to continue it at home where the two of you were alone.

Luckily it didn't take long to get home. The only hard part was getting him to the car, having too support a good portion of his weight, and then getting him inside of the house but as soon as he was in your house, he collapsed on the couch.

"whew," you wiped fake sweat off of your forehead before looking at Scaramouche. He was flushed and breathing deeply. You noted how he shrugged out of his jacket and was left in only a thin white shirt and his shorts which were bulging against the front.

"I - I don’t know why your acting like you've done any hard work." His voice shook as he talked. He was slipping in and out of a vulnerable headspace but now that the two of you were in private he felt more comfortable.

"Ill have you know that carrying a person up three flights of stairs is hard work."

He rolled his eyes. You just smiled and ran a hand down the side of his face before pushing his hair back.

"You really are pretty, y'know that." It was an absentminded comment but it had a surprising affect on Scaramouche.

It is not like you've never complimented him before but perhaps it is because of his nerves working on overdrive that that comment not only caused him to blush but it also left a noticeable damp spot building on his pants.

"oh," you dropped your gaze to his pants and ran one finger over him. He gasped out and his hips jerked into the touch. "What's this. One compliment and all the bravo from earlier disappears."

"Shut up," there was no real bite in his tone. He shoved your hand away and crawled onto your lap. "Just stop with this, its been hours."

"has it -"

"- don’t play dumb." He cut you off and realized almost right away the mistake he made. Now that the two of you were home, you had free reign to do whatever you want.

Your hands moved to cup his bottom, pulling him forwards so that he grinded against you.

"nghh," his hand fell the sofa next to your head. You had played with the vibrations in the car - bring him right to the edge of an orgasm before turning it off. You managed to do that about five times before you two got home so the overstimulation was sinking in.

As he leaned back, it pushed the plug a little deeper into him. "fuck, y/n." He grinded his hips forward, brushing his bulge against your own stomach. He repeated this motion, desperately chasing the orgasm he has been deprived of all day.

"Stop." He didn't even register the command but his body completely stopped moving. A wet sound slipped past his lips as he shuddered in your grasp.

"That's enough," you reached for the remote on the table in front of you while keeping him in your lap. "How about a movie."

A small groan left him and to get out some of his frustration he dug his nails into the skin of your arms. He was waiting for you to wince or curse but you barely acknowledged him - you even went as far to pet his head, as if consoling a misbehaving puppy.

"fine, fine, whatever." He moved off of you, expecting you to pull him back into you but you let him move to the other side of the couch. He tucked his legs under his chin and made sure not to have any contact with you. However, he realized quite fast what a mistake that was. His body was alight with arousal and yet even as he subtly shifted, it didn't feel as good as when you touched him. Glancing over at you he let out a small curse, hear he was practically panting with arousal while you seemed perfectly content, barely even looking at him instead focusing on the film.

The film passed by and without realizing he had his feet in your lap. You ran a finger over the arch of his bare feet and watched as he struggled to ignore you.

With the credits rolling, you opted to grab his thigh and pull him towards you. You met him half way until you were leaning over him. Even with the defiance he was struggling to show, his eyes were glazed over and out of focus. You angled your thigh so that it was pressed right up against his crotch.

With the new pressure, he grinded his hips against your thigh. The stimulation overwhelmed him and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you down into him trying to get some semblance of comfort. He kept pushing against you and as you pressed kisses to his neck, his head dropped back. The scrap of your teeth followed by the soothing feeling of your tongue left goosebumps forming.

You trailed the kisses down his neck, to his collarbone and down his shirt. He could feel the heat of your breath through his shirt and he couldn't stop the moans that left his lips especially when you sucked at his nipple through the shirt. "Don't cum." You murmured against him and as the command resonated through his body he stopped moving his hips.

"Thatss not fair." Tears welled up in his eyes but you ignored him and continued to move down his body. As your fingers moved under the band of his shorts, he lifted his hips out of instinct but was surprised when you actually pulled his shorts off - leaving his underwear one.

"Y/n," he wailed out, his upper body arching off of the bed. You licked at his cock over the cloth and nuzzled against him. The wetness that seeped through wasn't just from your tongue and saliva but his pre-cum. He was leaking so much that he should be embarrassed but all he wanted was for you to continue with your movements and finally allow him to cum.

When you pulled away, he couldn't help the wail that left him. "nonono I'm - sob - please no more. I'm…" he trailed off and yet as you allowed your hand to pass over his crotch he couldn't help the apologies that left his lips. "I'm sorry - alright - I'm sorry." Tears fell freely down his face, wetting his cheeks and making him look all the more enticing.

"I'm sure you are," you cooed leaning up to press kisses to his cheeks. "Just wait a little longer."  

His eyes widens and his mouth dropped open and you couldn't help but to press a kiss to his pouting lips. He shook his head and clung onto you. "I apologized okay," he couldn't hide how desperate he was. "I cant - I cant do this anymore." You gazed at him, waiting for him to say his safeword and yet he never did.

He dropped his gaze and took a shuddering breath. He squeezed his eyes shut and scrubbed his eyes with a fist trying to ease the burning of tears behind his eyelids. He felt you grasp his closed fist and bring it down from his face. His eyelids fluttered at the soft feeling of lips kissing them. His hand moved to clutch at the cloth of your pants, shakily clinging to it.

"j-just a little w-while longer," he repeated your words carefully back to you. It was a desperate plea that you would keep your words and that this torture would not last much longer.

"Yeah, sweet boy," you continued to press a flurry of kisses to his eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead until pressing one final kiss to his lips. "Just a little longer. You can do that for me right?"

He nodded and sniffled. "Alright once you calm down we'll get something into your stomach." You shifted so that he could press his face into your shoulder. His legs went to rest across your lap, allowing him to all but burying himself into your side. The hand rubbing across his back left the residue tension seeping out of him. He barely reacted as your hand switched the vibrator on once more but it was on the lowest setting so even in his overly sensitive state it wasn't overwhelming - at least not yet.

His eyes fluttered close and his breath evened out the longer he sat with you on the couch. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep but the warmth of your body and the comfort of being back in your home left him feeling safe and, in turn, even with the subtle vibrations he sunk into a dazed headspace. He barely moved when you got up, opting to curl into the back of the couch behind him. He brough his knees up to wrap his arms around them which caused the vibrator to shift around inside of him.

Soft pants left his mouth, his tongue hanging out. His hips shifted, trying to grind against something but all he was doing was humping the air.

It was a sight that took your breath away and you couldn't help but to gaze at him from the doorway from the kitchen. He didn't even realize what he was doing. You debated about taking a picture but decided to forgo that thought.

"C'mere love," You held the water bottle to his lips with one hand while the other supported his head. "Need you to drink a little."

As you tipped the bottle, he managed to swallow some but the remained freely flowed down the side of his jaw. You wiped it away and whispered soft praises to him - even as he choked a little due to the buzzing inside of him.

His hands went to cling to your shirt before you could shift away to put the water down. "Don.." his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Trembling, he tried to climb onto your lap and luckily, you allowed him and even went as far as to help him. His head fell to the crease of your shoulder and neck. He was still rutting his hips but rather than actually trying to get pleasure, it seemed to be more of an unconscious act.

"Scaramouche, look at me." Your hands moved to cup the side of his cheeks as you lifted his head so that you could see him. "Oh - oh you really are gone aren't you?" You cooed at him as you took him in. His mouth was dropped open with saliva pooling and about the fall down the sides of his chin. His eyes were red-rimmed and glassy as he tried to focus on you.

"please," he whimpered out words. Your thumb moved to rest on the top of his tongue, petting it. His tongue shifted underneath the weight of your tongue and he tried to lick at them. A gag tore through him as you pushed your fingers towards the back of his mouth. He convulsed in your grip as you put more pressure on the back of his tongue. He reflexively cough but you still didn't remove your fingers even as his hands clung onto your wrists.

"Breathe through it," You pushed a little of command into your words so that he would relax and listen to you. He took a deep breath though his nose which allowed him to stop gagging but he was still convulsing a little bit. "Good boy, listening so well." He whined through your fingers as he finally got some semblance of praise from you.

The top of his underwear were almost soaked through due to how long he has been leaking. The buzzing inside of him has dulled enough that he could barely feel it.

Looking at his desperate state you decided that he had had enough. You withdrew your fingers from his mouth and ignored as he cried out and tried to follow him.

"I need you to shift up a little." You grasped his hips and lifted him up a little. He was pliant in your hold. You managed to get enough room to shift his underwear down. He cock bobbed against his stomach and he shuddered as the air hit his wet cock. You allowed him to sit back down on your thighs and push him into your so that your fronts were pressed together.

One of your hands wrapped around to grasp at his bottom before tapping against the vibrator. You pushed it further into him and he lurched against you, his hand coming to wrap around your shoulders and cling onto you. Your other hand slowly turned the vibrator off.

He wailed out as continue to probe the vibrator inside of him, moving it around as if searching for something. When you finally found it - "ah-ha, found it." As you pressed against the spongy spot inside of him he went through a full body convulsion. "please," he was loud enough to be yelling. "pleasepleaseplease, master, let me cum." Even with the abuse against his prostate he was trying so hard not to cum - wanting to behave and be good for you.

You hummed as if thinking deeply about it but before he could start begging again, the vibrations hit him full force. With the vibrator pressed right against his sensitive spot and the second you turned it on - he all but screamed as he release onto your shirt.

"master," his tongue fell out of his mouth. The orgasm the crashed through him was stronger than anything he had felt, his whole body felt like it was bursting with heat. Even after the first orgasm you didn't decrease the vibrations. Instead you left the vibrator inside of him and moved your hands to his waist. "master." It seemed to be the only thing his pleasure-filled mind could say. You forced him to grind against you, his weeping cock brushing against your clothing.

The overstimulation hit him immediately. The first orgasm felt like it was enough to knock him out and now with his softening cock being forced to grind against you and the buzzing still pressing against his insides, he was shaking so badly against you. Without thinking, he tried to pull away from you but you just wrapped your arms around him, stilling his movements. "I cant - I cant - I cant - no - not again - please," he was barley making any sense as he cried out a bunch of different words.

The second orgasm as it was building scaramouche knew it was going to be intense. "Master. Feels…feels funny," he slurred out his words. As the orgasm crashed through him, he wetted your shirt and a some of your neck. He was too out of it to realize that it wasn't just cum that he dirtied you with and not a few seconds after the orgasm the world fell black around him.

Feeling him slouch against you, you turned the vibrations off. Even in his sleep he was twitching and shaking against you. As carefully as you could, you grabbed the end of the vibrator and took it out of him. Luckily it slid right out with a few wet sounds and you were happy the scaramouche was out so that he couldn't hear it and become embarrassed like he usually would. You tossed it to the side of you and grabbed a blanket to wrap around scaramouche's shoulders. He nuzzled against you even closer and you decided that for right now you would ignore the wetness coating your front.

[mad-doodle-disease]

//notice: timmy riddle is now called doyle n. trouble. silly silly. in alio mundo, cerebra tua pingunt aquam

morning came all too quick for the yott escapees. prester was pleasantly surprised by the fact his head was actually placed on a pillow and not the cold hard floor. finally allowing himself to sleep really helped prester's general... aggression issues. not completely, he still was the brutal witch hunter, but sleep did help with any exhaustion/stress induced extra aggression he developed. he looked over at winston, curled up like a cat a couple feet away from him. his processors generally being sluggish due to just waking up and his muscle memory involving cats almost got him to reach out and run his hand over winston's spine. almost. almoooost.

after doyle and winston woke up as well, they all took the time to loot the theater for all it's worth. doyle found a discarded gag pouch, too, which combined with his toony nature would mean the small gang of mostly cogs would finally have access to hammerspace. they then gathered their thoughts, and decided to visit toontown central's playground for a much needed soak in the pond there. every one of them were their own degree of grungy, they could all benefit from some water being splashed on them.

after a short (and somewhat more creepy due to the corpses being much more visible in the broad daylight) walk to the playground, the gang immediately walked into the water. according to prester, it was much more "efficient" to wash both their bodies and their clothes at the same time, even if that meant theyd have to walk in sopping wet cloth later. doyle just chalked it up to him not wanting to even briefly appear exposed to potential threats, though. he did find it kinda unfair though, as winston obviously had much less that would potentially weigh them down later, just having a necktie. and, even then, winston was just sitting on a dock, barely dipping their blocky feet into the water. it was a bit confusing at first, but doyle eventually came to the conclusion that winston was apprehensive about dipping their incredibly exposed mechanical innards into water. prester looked over at them, before reaching a hand out.

prester virgil: your tie. bestow it upon me, muttonhead.

winston, a bit confused, unhooked their tie and handed it to prester. he then dipped the tie in the water, swirling around a bit to get whatever grime and dirt that built up on it over time, before using it as a rag to scrub over winston's endoskeleton. they leaned into the touch, enjoying the feeling of even the slightest hints of affection after so long. doyle looked on like he knew what they were.

winston byrd: tha-a-ank yo-you... prester virgil: i am merely doing this as to enlighten you on how you may find yourself doing this hereafter. i shalt not do this again, so please pay heed to my actions. winston byrd: oh i-i-i'm p-paying h-paying heed-eed-eed, HA HA. HA. doyle n. trouble: well, aren't you two chummy now? did something happen last night i was too busy catching up on my beauty sleep to notice? winston byrd: i-i put a pillow un-under his head! prester virgil: nothing happened of any sort you are thinking of, swine! i just woke up feeling... extra charitable this morrow.

doyle squinted at prester as he moved up to scrub the underside of winston's head, a smug grin forming on his snout.

doyle n. trouble: oh, i knew it. the brute with a secret heart of gold... and here i thought it might take a bit longer for you to open up! HA! all it took you was some "cat nap"! prester virgil: i can assure you, you know NOTHING of my brutish actions. if you knew what i did to that HOODED MUTTONHEAD back many moons ago, you would know that any "gold" in my heart is nothing but pyrite! fool's gold! winston byrd: i-i think i ate pyrite once i-in the dungeon! doyle n. trouble: yeah, yeah. yet here you are, handling them like an ANTIQ-

doyle suddenly went still, his face running pale and his eyes widened like globes.

prester virgil: well, by pure legal technicality, they ARE an antique!

doyle stayed silent, their smile immediately wiped from their face as they slowly turned to face the back left segment of the playground, at the seemingly abandoned schoolhouse. he stared at the cellar door, just BARELY propped open with... SOMETHING held between the door and its base.

doyle n. trouble: ...something is wrong...

the two cogs stayed quiet, prester wringing out the tie and hooking it back onto winston's neck. doyle squinted at whatever was propping up the celler door. once he recognized it, the pig began to yell.

doyle n. trouble: THAT'S A GUN! THAT'S A GUN! RUN! RUN!

the yott gang ran for the abandoned gag shop, shielding themselves from the bullets that never got fired at them.

NEXT

[shamefulzombie]

please draw Ethan pleasepleasplease i n eed him🙏🙏🙏 maybe showing off his fangs (based on the one anon who sent the ask abt him having em)

Ethan <3