#bawls into my sheets

[legs-like-jelly]

I have about 0 clue if I'm using the terms right so I apologize in advance

Your ask about ticklish tfp Soundwave + wavewave made my brain explode

Shockwave doing sensitivity experiments on soundwave to find where he is the most ticklish (his Tentacles and maybe his latches that hold laserbeak) maybe Shockwave will hold his tentacles like you would hands to mess with him.

ANYWAY BYE SORRY ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE DONE THIS KIND OF THING HAVE A GOOD ONE BYE

THANK YOIUC OH MY GOD I LOVE WAVWAVE SO MUCH ITS NOT EVENM FUCNNY.....theyre like...my eveuythtignds/....

imagine shockwave does the experiments frequently then suddenly stops and soundwave is way too embarrassed to ask him to resume them..but shockwave notices how flighty and fidgety soundwave has become since the experiments did stop and is just dragging it out to be a little mean to him UHGHHHh...

[solplease]

everything i draw looks WEIRDDDD

[garoujo]

emmie!!! okay!!! hear me out!!!! but you and nagi just doing your thing & playing games and you're havin so much fun when you feel nagi look over at you, a pretty pink hue painting his porcelain skin while he mumbles a rushed 'i love you, angel.' for the first time & he's so nervous, and he thinks you didn't hear him until you turn your face towards his with a sweet press of your lips against his, mumbling a 'I love you too, sei.' instantly making his face get all blushy and warm to where he buries his head into the crook of your shoulder. you guys just saying it back and forth to each other all night <333

bye i think i’m going to die i feel dizzy! like i’m floating! blacking out! my world is shifting! this is gonna make me live forever! my lifespan have become infinite <3333333 first i love yous w nagi im literally … akhaakakka help me! SAVE MEEEEEE!

[skittykitty300]

//ooc post but lordy I feel the art block coming on, ohh nooooooo <:,[

[screampied]

if requests are open, can we see nanami x breeding kink? i know he would be the perfect daddy 💕

❤︎ ໋𓈒 husband nanami finding out he has a breeding kink.

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, breeding kink, praise, soft dom nanami, mdni.

breeding.

he wouldn’t even know he had such a kink until afterwards, finishing inside of you for about the third time with hot puffs of air running from his lips.

his eyes, dark brown pools that intently stared into yours, he’s in utter love with you and only you. your current position was supine—your legs would be perfectly sprawled and spread for him. mating press, such a deep and thorough angle. so deep to where you were practically seeing stars.

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?” he’d huff out lowly between rough breaths. you stare at him with glossy eyes, a hand softly clinging onto his wrist. he was always so gentle, deep yet precise strokes to make you feel every inch. such eyebrows of his curl up and furrow as he intakes a single sharp breath, the feeling of such thick ropes spewing inside your walls makes him groan. “always s—so good at milking me.”

sloppy hips thwack and drill into you, and that’s when he leans right up close to you—you’re met with lust filled fawn eyes and a needy smile.

“ah. eyes up here, wanna see that pretty face,” and his tempo was so unhinged. you glance up at him and he mutters off a soft, “hi my love,” and you could have just melted right there. nanami lightly presses a hand against your tummy, a thumb swiftly tracing near the exact spot where he was reaching you inside. so full, you moan before he leans in to kiss you, yet instead, he conceals his own whine into the crook of your neck. “this—tummy would look so pretty if it was nice ‘n round for me like last time.”

the very corners of your lips tugs, it outlines into a sweet pout before you whimper, “make me fuller then, kento,” you’d heave out. he was jackhammering such merciless yet tenderly passionate thrusts into your cunt, effortlessly smacking back against you. “wanna f-feel fuller.”

you had the white bed sheets bawl into the palms of your hands. everything felt so warm, his hips just continued to rotate and jerk and jerk and jerk. it was hypnotic, he knew just where to prod the head of his cock right against you.

you’re nearly drooling. just imagining such lengthy ropes of his pump you full. you wanted it, no—you needed it. desperately, you were practically being fucked into the mattress—the mattress in question creaked and sang in such harmony it was hard not to ignore its sounds.

the entire feeling, you were clamping down on him so tight that his jaw tenses. a simple sight like that was oh so sexy in the slightest, nanami lightly bites down on his lip. a cute flushed expression slowly painting over his face once he catches you still staring. he was chasing his own breath, giving you slow yet perfect full vivacious thrusts.

“k-kento,” you’d moan with a slight gasp, he brings a hand to slide your arms all the way up. it’s almost teasing, the way he makes you hold your hands high, a soft simper rests against his lips the entire time. your legs quaver, feeling how easy it was for him to stretch you out. his touch, it was blisteringly hot, blisteringly tender.

he made sure to delicately trace his fingers all over your skin. he wouldn’t dare miss a spot. not with a body as perfect as yours. that’s what he saw in his eyes anyway. “so—so goooood, don’t s-stop baby.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he huffs out, and his voice was so raspy and rich. a subtle coarse of baritone hidden underneath his deep tone. you peer up at him and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “if my princess wants to feel more full, i’ll do just that. give her anything she wants.”

you whimper, feeling him hit such a sensitive angle, he hit it just right too.

the crown of his dick made its way through every crevice of your walls. he reached in spots that you didn’t think he’d reach — not at all, you failed to hide your moans by this point and he thought you sounded so cute. knowing he was the one to make you sound like this, feel this way, it made him happy. that’s all he wanted, your pleasure was his pleasure.

every. single. spot.

whilst your toes curled, you feel your back start to seemingly arch on its own before even more sweetened whimpers fly past your sheeny lips. “give m-me,” you started to speak. he raises a brow marginally, brushing a thumb against your lower lip before feeling himself about to bottom out. at that point, he was fully inside, you felt it and you only mewled out a candied, “give me another baby kento. please.”

“oh,” he softly murmurs, and his tongue playfully licks against your neck—a sweet lap, he savored your taste before teasingly starting to nibble.

“gonna give you triplets this time,” and he brings a hand down your chest, then towards your stomach, real slow. you moan once he gingerly lifts up your leg before giving your ankle a kiss. “this what you want, sweetheart? more of this? more of … me?”

“yes,” you pout, feeling your cunt just swallowing his hefty shack, his base smacks back and forth against you to where you’re almost giddy. you felt like you were on cloud nine, nanami’s strokes, his thrusts hell, his enticing rhythm had you nearly speechless. you let off a soft meek once the shivering cold metal of his watch band slithers against your skin.

the more he touched you, the more close you became to making yet another mess on him. of course, like the good husband he was, nanami would happily clean you up.

“y-yes, kento,” you repeat in a honeyed voice, by this point, your legs were well wrapped around his waist. fully having him in a secure lock, not ever thinking to let go, you couldn’t nor did you want to. he drove into your gummy walls so good that you let off the sugared most melodic moans right up against his earlobe. “want…..another baby.”

“i know you do,” he hushes, bringing a chaste kiss towards your collarbone. you swallow a thick imaginary lump that grew into your throat. only tiny squeaks would come out — you moaned, tightening your legs hold around him before you started to picture such fanciful things.

fanciful things like nanami pouring yet another a thick load into you, and as you’re deep in thought he’s doing just that. a gasp gets caught in his lips before he leans up close to you. his broad chest presses up against you before he groans. out of all the notorious enemies he’s had to fight, he was simply no match for your pussy. its grip had him being the one with his eyes nearly rolling back.

“f-fuck,” and you felt yourself throb, making direct eye contact with him. it was rare, yet hearing nanami swear was so infrequent.

it was the way he swore, spewing out such filthy words underneath his breath. long ruffled strands of messy hair nearly occluding his view of vision. he reaches to move some of his hair away from his face, just so he could get a good glimpse of you—a good glimpse of his wife.

“look at me,” he says in a soft tone, he was buried so deep within you, you saw how his muscles tensed and his jaw tightened. he made his hips come to a halt completely before he leans in to gift you with another kiss. “mwah,” he smooches near your jawline, “mwah,” near your chin, and a final kiss near your lips.

your heart, it fluttered.

nanami felt warm all over his body, as well as the sheer warmth that coated him from being inside you. “i—i love you,” you’d whine, feeling such massive velvet ropes of cum going all inside of you. he merely lets off a purr at the way the back of your heel skims down his back. “so much.”

“i love you,” he returns it. his mouth briefly opens, and he was about to say ‘more’ but he pauses. nanami’s weight was still hovering over you before he brings a same big hand down towards your tummy. “now, we wait. you’re such a good mommy for me, sweetheart.”

[moremaybank]

EDIBLE , jj maybank

── KINKTOBER: OVERSTIM. + DACRYPHILIA

"touchin' on my body, i can't help but feel impeccable." ─ flo milli, edible.

jj maybank x bratty!reader

(18+) unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mean!jj, mentions of breeding (barely)

you mouth off, and your favourite pogue puts you in your place. with ease.

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

your legs quivered terribly at the work jj had been doing on you. he impaled you with his thick cock, over and over like he was desperate to steal the air from your lungs. you tried to crawl away, just a little bit to escape the overstimulation. but you should've known not to.

"where d'you think you're goin', huh? you're gonna take this fuckin' cock." his hand surges his hand through your hair, gripping it harshly and jerking your head up. "actin' like this ain't what you got on your knees 'n begged me for."

the hand he had clinging to your hip held you tighter, thick fingertips and blunt nails biting into your skin. his hips seemed to work harder, like a well-oiled machine as he speared his cock deeper inside of you. he made you take every single inch, each thrust landing him balls deep inside the cunt that never failed to fit nice and snug around him like a glove. he grunted at you as he fucked you, muttering how this kind of hard fucking was what you deserved for pissing him off.

just like you always did.

no matter how much you two got on each other's nerves, you'd always fucked it out like champions. you crawled back to each other every time, despite the difference in status. that's just how things were.

you mouthed off, and your favourite pogue put you in your place. with ease.

a single hand of yours flew backward, pressing against the upper part of his pelvis. your nails scratched at his skin pleadingly in an effort to get him to take it easy on you. it was so damn good, but it was so damn much. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be lucid or even able to breathe with how deep he was pressing into you.

"nah, nah, nah. don’t run from this," he chided, smacking your hand away. in a flash, he was pulling you up by the hair and curling his arm around your throat. he used his chokehold on you to bring your back flush to his chest, all while maintaining the unforgiving drilling he was giving you. "always talkin’ shit, runnin’ that pretty mouth." his other arm snaked around your hips, calloused fingertips finding your clit and prodding at it harshly. "tellin' me i don’t fuck you hard enough. like you haven't had dick in days. now, look at you. can't even handle me."

"please, daddy! c-can't take it!" you gasped your words out, like you could barely pull yourself together to beg for mercy. jj fucking loved it.

but he keeps his act up, scoffing like you'd just insulted him. "you think a please, daddy'll work on me?" his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, and his arm tightened around your neck. "'m sorry. y'got me all wrong, princess."

he slammed you back down against your mattress, your cheek smushed into the high thread-count sheets. you could feel his hand pressing down on the back of your head, asserting dominance while his other hand pulled you back to meet his thrusts. he was primal and downright mean with the way he was fucking you, and though your skin was buzzing, you wouldn't have it, or him, any other way.

you started to cry, tears breaking free from the border of your waterlines and flowing down your cheeks. they sank into the cotton bedding, and your sobs dide against it as well. you were bawling out a weak and tortured daddy as best as you could, but to jj, it just sounded like babbling.

good, he thought. just how he liked you.

"look at those tears. cryin' like it'll make me stop 'n be nice." the laugh he let out next was almost psychopathic. but it was so fucking hot, you were losing your mind. "you're jus' makin' me wanna nut in you."

you looked at him from your peripheral vision. his sharktooth necklace bounced against his sternum with each movement. his teeth were nearly engraved into his bottom lip. those signature blue eyes were trained solely on you. on how fucked out you were beneath him.

"yeah. that's it. cry for it, baby. cry for it," he gritted out with a clenched jaw. "'member earlier? you were sayin' i was scared to lose you? think you're scared of losin' me, sweetheart. scared of losin' this good dick, right?"

you hiccuped almost miserably, fingers roaming the mattress until they found chunks of your comforter to hold onto. "gonna cum! 'm gonna cum!"

"yeah...know you are. this pussy always cums for me, like that's its job. such a good fuckin' pussy."

you clenched around him, sucking him in tighter. your walls trembled, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"the only reason i keep comin’ back is 'cause she loves me so damn much."

[moechies]

would you mayhaps mind writing more toji x bunny!hybrid reader... perchance...

pretty pleek 🥺

(ALSO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM AHHH)

cw ❤︎ bunny is a little weird ‘n loves sniffing toji’s fat bawls ;( don’t make fun of her ! toji makin bunny jealous , throatfuckin !!!

you’re a possessive, insatiable, and messy little thing. and although he does truly love every single one of your animalistic traits, it’s definitely something anybody would find out of the ordinary. not like he minds a bit.

₊˚⊹ ❤︎

toji adores the way you pout, eyes growing bleary when he tells you he needs to leave the home for work. it’s not so much him needing to do his job, but at the mention of a ‘she’ twined into one of his sentences, and now it’s the only thing you find yourself focusing on.

he urges you not to cry, hoisting you onto his lap and pressing your hiccuping self into his warm chest before shushing you gently. but you don’t see the ill-intentioned smirk that spreads across his plum lips as he soothes you from above.

“mhm, it’s an overnight mission, s’i won’t be home till tomorrow, bun.”

“a-are you going to sleep with her ? in the same bed ?” you question meekly, and toji lets out an unassuring hum.

toji loves working you up with his words, and bringing you back down with his cock. it’s so much of a game to him, but not to you.

your poor sensitive heart clenches when he offers no sort of affirmation, leaving your little mind to wonder aimlessly. your chest huffs with both frustration and anger at his pauses, quickly attempting to pull off his chest and away from the mean, mean man.

“i-i hate you !”

but no, he doesn’t let you pull off. he holds you down tight, thighs clad against his meatier ones as his stiff cock prods against your warm cunt. “g-get.. away !” you yelp, turning away to avoid the man from seeing the falling tears that leak from your pretty eyes.

“shh, bunny. c’mere.” he chuckles, pressing your resisting chest against his despite your tried efforts, pressing gentle kisses across your face covered with streaky tears. “‘course ‘m not gonna sleep with her, dumb bunny.” you hiccup, refusing to look into him before plopping your cheek against his chest.

“liar . ‘m gonna kill her.” you whisper.

toji chuckles again, petting your hair and soft, fallen ears, pulling them up high to resemble your usual happy persona with perky ears.

“don’t be so naive, bun. ‘m yours, and yer mines. promise, hm ?”

“p-promise ?”

“i do, i promise.” he speaks, humping his bulge against your chubby cunt. you yelp, reaching out for toji’s arms for support. “c’mere. let me make it up to my bunny for bein’ s’mean.”

❤︎ ₊˚⊹

the sun’s glare peeks through the translucent curtains, waking toji from his slumber. he groans, reaching his arm over expectingly, wanting nothing more but to envelop your soft body into his; just to feel his arm fall against soft sheets instead of your skin.

the sudden throbbing ache in between his legs feels much more prominent than before, his thigh twitching at the unfamiliar feeling.

he cracks an eye open, peeking down, and…

he can’t believe his eyes.

you; your insatiable little self, with his boxers tugged barely below his sack, and your little hand pushing back on the base of his cock. your nose is nuzzled against his fat, dewy balls, taking deep inhales of his musky scent. his vision trails down your other arm, leading his sight to your hand in between your soft thighs, erratically pumping two little digits in your chubby pussy while grinding onto a soft, white pillow all at once.

“m—mister… hnnn,”

your nose twitches incessantly, nuzzling the bud impossibly deep against his manhood, little pink tongue even slipping out to get a taste.

your ears flare out to the side of your body, hairs standing, cottontail twitching because he knows you’re just so close, you’re almost there, and your little pouting lips trying their hardest to keep your mewls quiet.

and finally, you let out a content cry, filthing your tiny fingers in thick, creamy cum. your humping comes to a slow, and you finish the job by leaving a long lick of saliva against toji’s cock for one last moment of wonder.

toji can’t help but laugh, scaring the bunny life out of you. you freeze, but he stops moving. it’s just a dream, right ? there’s no way you woke him up.

and just when you’re about to scurry away, clean up your mess and slip back into the sheets as if nothing every happened, there’s a hard tug on your sensitive little ears, one that drags you back towards your boyfriend’s standing cock where you were just a few seconds ago.

did you really think he wouldn’t notice ? poor bunny.

you squeak, his cock is harshly pressed into your warm gaped, mouth, and—

“what a rude bunny. usin’ me t’get that weeping cunny off without somethin’ in return. y’owe me this, hm ?”

₊˚⊹ ❤︎

“y’r so damn messy.”

toji grumbles, fingers threading through your hair, tugging at your ears.

his thighs are covered in your sticky slobber, strings of saliva dripping down his length and falling against his bushy base.

you don’t care. a mess is easy to clean and temporary, but who knows when your owner will leave on a mission, allowing your mouth to be empty for days ?

your cheek bulges with his chub, his pre slipping against the soft flesh of your mouth and leaving a salted flavor against your tongue.

“c’mon, take it deeper.” toji urges, adjusting your little face by your hair so that his pudgy tip lays against your throat.

“bigggg stretch, bunny.” he giggles, watching your eyes widen and hands slap against his meaty thigh when he presses down your unprepared throat, stretching the resistant flesh violently. you gag a multitude of times, mouth leaking uncontrollably as if you’re lubing toji for a smoother process.

“looks like this messy bunny mouth does have some good use f’it, hm ?”

❤︎ ₊˚⊹

[insomtiny]

the only explanation i have for all the stupid shit that happens to me is that god is desperately trying to get me to kill myself

[rafedaddy01]

Sleeping with the boss

Summary: your the live in maid for the Cameron family and rafe is your boss. His wife refuses him any advances so he sneaks into your room and takes what he wants

Warnings: NON-CON❗️, dark rafe

A/N: thank you to anon for this dirty, yet beautiful, request 💕 I appreciate every single one of you that send me something in my inbox

Link to part 2

You were sleeping peacefully when the warm touch of a hand trailing up your exposed thighs woke you up.

“M-Mr. Cameron?” Your groggy eyes opened to the dark moonlit room to see your boss, half naked, crawling on your bed with his hands under the sheets.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just needed some company” Rafes voice was laced with dark tendencies and you knew exactly what he was implying.

“Sir, I d-don’t think this is a good idea” you tried to sit up and push him back but he was stronger, pressing onto your thighs and spreading your legs wider as he held you down.

“You work for me, do you not?” You slowly nodded your head, fear making your heart beat wildly as you knew there was no getting out of this. “Then you will do whatever I tell you to” Rafes voice boomed in your ears as his hands started to remove your sleeping shorts and panties.

“Rafe, please, I don’t want to. Please don’t make me” the tears in your eyes began to sting as he ignored you and gripped your wrists in his hands and held you down as his other hand maneuvered his boxers off his waist.

“Please” you begged and thrashed as much as you could as you felt his hard tip slide through your folds.

“God, so wet. You sure you don’t want this” Rafe mocked you as he continued rubbing your clit, your tears streaming down your face at this point and the sadistic asshole he was, he leaned in and licked he salty water off your cheeks.

“Keep crying, sweetheart, it turns me on” he whispered in your ear as he pushed inside you and the breath physically left your lungs.

He was so big, so long, and so thick.

You could practically feel the bulge in your tummy without even looking.

You had to remind yourself you didn’t want this. But that was all wiped from your mind when he swung his hips back and then thrusted with full force. His tip nudging a spot deep inside you that you or anybody else has never been able to reach.

A moan slipped passed your lips.

“I knew you wanted this, little slut” he gave you a particularly hard thrust as your head rolled to its side and you moaned louder.

“Please” you whined out.

“Are you begging me to stop or keep going” he rolled his hips faster, the small patch of hair tickling your clit and making a tingling sensation roll over your body.

“F-faster!” You spread your legs wider and rafe smirked.

“Good girl” Rafe groaned as he finally let go of your wrists and placed his hands flat against the bed as he used all his force to thrust into you, the bed moving beneath you and the headboard tapping the wall in rhythmic beats.

“Fuck, this pussy feels so good” he groaned above you and it was the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard, causing you to moan and whine louder.

Your nails found way to his back, clawing and scratching into his perfectly smooth skin.

You opened your eyes and saw his face directly above yours, his hair was a mess, sweat dripping off his forehead form the work he was putting in, his chain was dangling back and forth just like his hips.

“Such a pretty slut, letting her boss fuck her tight pussy. You want me to fill you up?” He brought his hand up to your throat, the wedding ring that decorated his finger wrapping around your neck and squeezing.

“Yes! Please!” You begged as he grinned, loving how pathetic you sounded. Just a moment ago you were bawling your eyes out begging him to stop and now you begging him to cum inside you.

“Tsk, I’m gonna need you to beg better than that, sweetheart” he gripped your neck tighter, hips moving furiously as his balls slapped against your ass.

“Beg” his eyes pierced into yours and you could see the darkness swimming in them, “p-please daddy, want your c-cum so bad, need it. Please, please, please, fuck me harder and make me drip with your cum” you struggled to get out from the lack of oxygen coming to your brain but he seemed satisfied enough as he let go of your neck and moved his hips faster.

He propped your leg up at such an angle that allowed him to get deeper, as soon as you felt him practically in your guts you couldn’t hold on longer.

Your pussy fluttered around him, your walls encasing him and molding to the form of his cock as he groaned above you.

Your nails were bloody at this point and his back raw from the indents you left behind.

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth went slack as you drooled and mumbled, and begged and whined, you moaned his name as you came with a scream and Rafes cock throbbed, exploding inside you as you felt the warmth and gooey cream fill you to the brim.

“T-thank you, thank you” you panted as he hovered over you, his face falling into your neck as he caught his breath.

He rolled off of you, laying next to you.

Both of you breathing was the only thing heard in the dark room.

“Holy fuck”

“That was amazing”

you both said at the same time.

Rafe leaned onto his elbow and propped himself up to look at you.

“Next time I want you begging me to fill you up while I fuck that tight ass of yours”

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[livelaughlovesubs]

I have a small request which you can totally ignore if yous wants but-

Imagine Poe (bsd) feeling he isn't good enough and making a self-deprecating comment and reader fucking him while making him say (or until he says) he's worth it 💖

Ohhhh, that’s kinda sweet~ I like it heh

Dom!reader x sub!poe

Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), praise kink, overstimulation, marking, fucked dumb

“Who’s my good boy? Who’s doing such a good job right now?”

There was only one right answer. It was him. Of course it was your dear partner. He’s been obeying you so nicely, bouncing up and down on top of you without taking a break. His back was facing you, giving you a nice view of his ass, as well as how your dick gets hurried inside him each time he slumps back into your lap. These shaking hands grabbed yours, making you hold onto his waist harder and leaving bruises behind.

You leaned against him, lips hovering above his neck as your hot breath tickled his skin. A shiver ran down his spine when you whispered something again, “answer me, pretty boy.” That’s what you said, but you wouldn’t give him time to speak and think! Relentlessly pounding him while kissing and sucking on his back, painting his body with marks and hickeys. Who would under such circumstances be able to speak properly? All he could let out were soft sobs paired with high-pitched whimpers. Back arched away from you, hands bawled into fists as he slams himself against your crotch.

His hair was a messy nest, flying around and obstructing his view, not that he could have registered anything anyway since he was only focused on the stretching feeling inside him. Every time he slows down for what reason ever, you’d run your hip upwards to meet his, hitting his prostate with such pinpoint accuracy that it makes him see stars. Electricity would course through his body like huge waves of pleasure, rendering him unable to even form a single coherent word. One of poe’s hands was wrapped around his dick to jerk himself off. But poor baby has been too distracted by the feeling of getting fucked dumb, so much that he forgot to move his hand. Now only holding it like it’s some kind of broken decoration that’s leaking its filth everywhere.

Really, everywhere. His precum spread to the sheets, his thighs, and even his belly. Now everything became sticky because of him. What a naughty boy he was, creating such a chaos. When Poe still didn’t muster enough energy to answer your questions, you squeezed down on his hips, getting a better grip before forcing him up and down your cock in a rough pace. “Hu- ah..aAAHHhHNHgG wait- y/n..!! Too much oh <3 too much!” He’d complain, but due to the moans it doesn’t sound very convincing. Watching his muscles tighten as more tears roll down his body, along with droplets of sweat. His rosy cheeks were so adorable, his body too, so perfect for you. A perfect little toy for you to adore.

Once again you groaned into his ear, “tell me, Poe, who’s my good boy?” After you finished your sentence, you noticed how his rim clenched down on you, holding onto you without wanting to let go. “Mhmm..! I- I…” he tried to answer you, he really did, yet whenever he opens his mouth only more whines would spill out. “Go on baby, take your time.” You smirked at him, a comforting smile that told him everything will be alright. Poe closed his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts, but it backfired and made him focus only on the way you stretched his walls. God it was heavenly, it was ecstasy he never experienced before. Whenever you just meekly brushed against his sweet spot, he’d mewl and squeak like a little slut.

This is no good, he was close, he had to answer you or else he might receive a punishment. Why do you want him to praise himself anyway? It’s so embarrassing! When you once again drove your dick deep inside him, hitting spots he never knew existed, he lost all energy and slumped back against your chest. A melting expression on his face as drool dripped down his chin, body sore from all the overstimulation already. His legs twitched around as a poor attempt to balance out the pleasure he received. He was exhausted, he couldn’t keep going anymore, all he did in that moment was giving himself to you completely, letting you use him like a toy.

“This won’t do, you have to speak, pretty boy.” You reminded him, while clasping one hand over his, the one pathetically trying to play with his own member. “Uhh.. it feels ah, hNng too good.” He gave out, barely able to register the meaning of your words. “Hmm, but you can speak right? Need me to repeat my question?” Even now you didn’t give up, fucking his brains out while giving him orders. “Hic, hmm… m-me… ah, I’m your go- uhHnn good boy..<3” Poe answered eventually, after that his tongue stuck out and his eyes rolled back. As if you milking his prostate wasn’t enough, you were forcing his hand to pump his length up and down now as well! He was going to break at this point!

“Good job, that’s right, you are my loveliest good boy, so be proud of it alright?” You said, before pointing into him faster and harder as a reward. “AhhHHHHh!! OohhH! Too much- too deep!!! Y/n HngHh, too fasttt!!” Aww, he’s crying about how he can’t handle this again, such an adorable thing. Since he’s encouraging you so feverishly, you had to respond to his pleads, right? Grinning from ear as to ear as you mumbled, “Shh, don’t worry, you won’t break that quick, I want to make this moment last.”

[drewmeows]

kinktober day one - degradation w/ logan howlett

cw: explicit smut MDNI, gn!afab!reader, pet names(darling, sweetheart) turned to name calling(slut, whore), breath play, rough sex, implied size difference, no aftercare, squirting (sorry i had to), dacryphilia, creampie, smidgen of a breeding kink

wc: 538

notes: ik degradation means a lot of different things to different people, but this is what i interpret it as bc i'd for real cry if my man said this to me in bed (but horny yk)

"Come on now, sweetheart, just take it all. For once in your life actually finish the job f'me, yeah?" You whined into the mattress, fingers tangling and twisting the sheets between them as you struggled to hold yourself up, past orgasms weighing your body and mind down.

"Don't-" You hiccuped and attempted again, "Don' say that, Lo..."

"Aw, was that too mean for your sensitive feelings, darlin'?" The press of his chest to your back had you collapsing off your elbows and into the bed entirely. You tried to nod but the hand that wasn't feeding his cock into you spread across the back of your head, forcing it into the pillow further, damn near restricing your breathing.

"Fuck, you can't even do this one thing for me, can you." The statement had you whining, squiriming and reaching backwards for Logan, crying out when he tugged his arm out of your grip. "Nuh-uh sweetheart. Can barely take my cock all the way after I've used this cunt all night and you want to cuddle? Is that it? Can't even do the one thing you were made for, slut?"

The now vicious pace he set had you trembling, Logan's harsh grip on your head and hip leaving a throbbing feeling behind. The slick little sounds of your cunt taking him in deeper than ever almost covered his now barely there grunts.

As that edge rose up again, you tried to warn him, muffled cries into the pillow, tears soaking your face before he rutted into harsh enough you felt him in your throat.

Without warning you gushed around him, sobbing. You continued to cum around him as Logan gritted his teeth at the feeling of you soaking him, yourself and the bed.

"See? You could take it, knew you could, sweetheart," he lets up on your head, only to grip your hair and tilt it back, a debauched look on your face as your thighs continued twitching at his pace.

With a final growl Logan dropped his entire weight on you, pressing you down and burying himself deep. You bawled as he came inside you, heating you up from the inside out.

"There we go, that's it, my pretty little slut," he murmured in your ear as Logan sluggishly pumped his cum deeper into your cunt. This time when you reach back for him, he rests his palm in yours and grips your hand tight.

He presses kisses down your spine before pulling out, kneeling astride your thighs. He clicks his tongue at the mixture of your fluids and his leaking down your cunt and dripping onto the bed. Logan reaches between your legs and pushes his cum back into your cunt, grinning at how you twitch in the soiled sheets.

"C'mon slut, keep that all in ya just like I taught you to. If you don't, you know I have to keep pumping you full." Your cunt fluttered again, gaping at his touch and the ghostly feeling of where his cock had been.

"Please- Lo- no more," You finally turned your head to gasp out for breaths. You opened your mouth again and shrieked when his open palm strikes your clit.

"Good whores always beg for more, remember?"

[maxthelordagain]

FIVE PEBBLES!!

recently got into Rain World (like 6 months ago) and i've been into it LIKE,, REALLY INTENSELY. unfortunately for me, i've also been enduring an 8 month art block, so i wasn't able to do much fanart for it either, BUT HERE WE ARE!! I'M DOING REFERENCE SHEETS FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS (INCLUDING THE SLUGCATS, STARTING WITH PEBBLES, because he has favorite character privileges.

CLASSIC MAIN OUTFIT, decided to add a bit of cyan to the design, due to it complimenting the pink really well, plus cyan seems to be his color anyway

probably my favorite campaign story-wise. i have learned that i cry really damn easily, i'm practically bawling my eyes out every other campaign, this definitely being one of them. anyway, i read Backwards through the Snow on AO3 quite recently, and the idea of the cyan cloak resonated so deeply with me, i just HAD to add it to my design. i literally ordered a custom Pebbles slugcat plush with a cyan cloak, CAN YOU TELL I REALLY LIKE THIS IDEA? if the writer of this fic is by chance reading this, this may not be direct fanart of this fic, BUT I LOVE YOUR FIC SO MUCH, THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT

okay so i said i cry really easily,, i uhhh,, i really went through it in Saint's campaign, LIKE GUYS. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND, I WAS LITERALLY SITTING ON THE FLOOR CRYING ABOUT SILLY PIXEL GAME. i am so weak for this stuff, i really put myself through it by having to draw this. i finished it earlier today, i've lived today off of a coffee, a soba and 3 hours of sleep and you can probably tell by this post. uhmmm anyway, this post was meant to be me talking about my design, but i definitely did not do that. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY RAMBLINGS ANYWAY, maybe i'll actually go in-depth on this design tomorrow, WE'LL SEE

[tojivu]

Hey love, can i request the jjk men (or just Gojo tbh) taking care of their SO after giving birth? That would be suuuper sweet and thank you💙💙

father and husband ⋆ gojo satoru

gojo takes care of you after giving birth + other hcs

an. i'm not done with the long ass gojo fic so i'm finishing this draft first. sorry i do not know much about birth i am a teenager writing fanfiction after all...... my google search history might make my parents think i'm pregnant

cw. sfw, f!reader, not proofread, mentions of female anatomy, suggestive jokes at the end

playing. 17 by pink sweat$, ft. joshua and dk of seventeen.

"this is so unfair, 'toru."

the thick sheets the private hospital provided you with restrained you from sitting up. sunlight pours into the room through the spaces in the blinds — the ward is awfully quiet, much unlike your expectations.

"huh?"

you turn your head towards the leather chair situated next to your bed. it's a pale beige, clashing with the various blues this hospital decorates itself with — and with the white hair of the man you call your husband.

his hair falls messily onto the material. you furrow your eyebrows and wonder what has gotten into him; he's been much quieter than usual. this was not typical satoru behaviour.

your newborn baby was getting examined and you were told it would take a bit. your family wouldn't be coming down till tomorrow morning — something you didn't mind because you were so sure satoru, your loving husband, was just as prepared as you are for the birth.

"he's got your eyes," you mutter. the anxiety was really starting to kick in now; satoru was never this quiet. ever. your attempts at making conversation echo, and it's eerie how you could forget satoru was even here if you just closed your eyes. "satoru?"

you swear you see a thick bead of sweat roll down his temple. he sits cautiously, as if he is ready to spring up into action any moment now.

"i'm so scared, [name]." gojo's voice trembles and it bounces off the walls; you feel your heart skip a beat, only to pound harder the next.

SATORU starts bawling when he gets to hold his baby after the discharge. tears run down his face like two waterfalls, staining his sweatshirt. your baby looks at him with the most curious eyes, before shutting them and returning to a deep sleep.

he holds your son as if he's fragile glass, grip firm and careful not to slip — your fingers wipe the tears pooling at his waterline and gojo can't help but look at you with absolute adoration.

"please stop crying, 'toru," you smile up at the crybaby you call your husband. "you can't drive with tears in your eyes."

he tries to speak but nothing comes out. gojo's voice cracks before saying anything and he only manages to nod, handing the baby back to you.

SATORU who makes sure to help you with whatever you need, you just need to order him around. he's just as new to this parenting thing as you are, given you are the only woman he's ever loved — patience is needed with him as much as it's needed with you.

for example: satoru would never complain about waking up early in the morning to feed your son. he'd spring out of bed, nervous yet oddly confident. he was afraid of not being fatherly enough — so, this was a wonderful start. he was extremely elated when you asked him to do such a duty the night prior.

he slips out of the sheets and sees your peaceful face, lips parted and letting out small snores; gojo knew you needed the rest after all the sleepless nights.

"good morning," satoru's softly cooing at your son, careful arms scooping him up into his chest and out of the baby blue crib (that coincidentally matches both their eyes). your son only cries in response, much to satoru's displeasure.

your husband can't help but smile down at his child, before glancing over at you a few feet away; comfortably wrapped in your shared blanket.

"mama's asleep, so you're stuck with me." he mimics a pout, but words could not describe how happy he was. your son could only stare blankly at him, giggling when he presses a gentle kiss on his forehead. "sorry, not sorry."

although the baby doesn't bond with your husband that well (yet), his determination is unwavering. he makes sure to be nearby the bedroom — but not too far away, in case something goes wrong — so his cries don't wake you.

all goes well until gojo changes your son's diaper an hour later and gets pee all over his hands, that he rushes into your bedroom for help.

"[name], baby," he bites his lip out of worry, opening the door with his dry hand and calling for you. "he peed on me—"

you give him a thank you kiss for trying anyway.

SATORU who rubs your shoulders for you, or really any other body part ever — he's a weirdly good masseuse. you often find yourself falling asleep on the couch as he kneads your pains away.

"baby," he whispers.

you three were on the couch, watching a movie in the late evening. your groans don't go unnoticed, and he knows you've been holding your baby for quite some time in hopes of calming him down.

"psst, baby." satoru repeats, the arm around your shoulder tapping the flesh of yours. "aren't you tired?"

"a little," you sigh. "he might wake up if i put him down."

"nah," satoru caresses your shoulder gently. "put him down for a minute. i'll help."

"help?"

"did you know i give really good massages?" satoru smirks, "your husband's crazy talented, i know."

you raise an eyebrow. you've never heard of gojo satoru massaging people — you're a little skeptical, but put down your son in the bassinet next to the couch nonetheless.

the ache in your shoulder and back were a little too intense to bear, now. satoru could tell with the way you were shifting around in your position every 5 minutes.

well, all your doubt washes away almost as fast as it came — you find yourself knocked out on the couch for the next hour, your head against satoru's shoulder.

SATORU who makes sure to give you extra kisses and extra hugs during this period of change.

he understands how difficult it must be for you — although maybe not to the full extent, considering he doesn't have a uterus — but he wants to try, and try he does.

whenever you have baby blues, he's always there. he kisses the tears off your cheeks, wiping them away with his thumb and whispering soft praises in your ears.

satoru couldn't express how grateful he is to you for giving him a son to love, to raise with you. he can only attempt to say it in words and through kisses, although he feels that may never be enough.

"i-i'm sorry for waking you, 'toru," you sniffle, even if your body language screams the opposite — your head is buried in satoru's chest and he has his hands running through your hair.

"shh, it's okay baby — don't be sorry," he holds your body close to him with his other hand, tracing circles onto the thin fabric of your clothes. "i'm here."

other times, you break down while trying to take care of your son — sometimes the cries get too loud and overwhelming, and everything you do just seems to make it worse.

satoru hears your crying and he immediately rushes over (if he wasn't already in the room with you), taking your son from your hands and trying to calm him down himself. he'll press a kiss onto your forehead, using his free hand to wipe your tears away — and he'll tell you to let him take over.

"shit," he swears under his breath, rushing into the room and seeing your tear-stained face; satoru instinctively reaches for the baby and you hand him over. "let me do it, okay?"

you nod, desperately wiping your face with the sleeves of your hoodie — before satoru uses his right hand to wipe them for you, his lips planted on your forehead.

"i'm s-sorry," you mutter, feeling a little better when you feel the skin of your husband on yours. "i don't know what to do—"

"it's okay, baby," he smiles, tucking stray hairs behind your ears as you continue to calm yourself down; your baby is still crying, and satoru looks oddly calm as opposed to you. "let me take over for a bit."

sure, he gets overwhelmed sometimes; but he needs to be your glue in case you can't pull yourself together. even if he's clueless too, he has to be strong for you — he can imagine the chaos that would ensue if he wasn't.

when he puts the baby to sleep half an hour later, he returns to the bedroom to find you in bed: wrapped in a blanket with tissues in your hands.

satoru feels his heart break at the sight.

he climbs into bed with you and his arms find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him; his warmth feels like the medicine you've been needing this entire time, and it's almost as if all your anxiety dissipates.

"you did good today," his cold breath tickles the back of your neck, and you feel his nose bump at your nape. "i'm proud of you."

"it was all you this time," you reply in a hushed voice, throat hurting at the tears you were trying to keep in. "i don't know what i'd do—"

"no," satoru interrupts you. "i couldn't feed the baby this morning, and you did it instead — remember?"

"i remember. you knocked over the formula."

"mhm," satoru hums, his fingers intertwining with yours. "and you did it in only 2 minutes. you're too good at this baby thing, [name]."

"you don't seem so scared anymore, satoru."

you hear a laugh escape from your husband's lips. "thanks to you," and he's pressing kisses along the outline of your shoulder and neck. "i'm the strongest, after all — what can i not do?"

"you're the cockiest, too," you snicker, and you only earn a dramatic gasp from the man behind you.

"don't talk about cock with me right now."

your jaw drops slightly, before you flip your body over to face satoru's direction: he has an annoying smirk painted on his face. "you are so disgusting, satoru."

"you know you love me—" and just as satoru's leaning in for a kiss on the lips, cries from the nursery room erupt.

"man."

writers block is real i think

[dietpitt]

💚🎃Green Is Definitely Your Color🎃💚

Stan Pines x AFAB!Reader Explicit | 2.8k words Tags: Gender-Neutral Reader, Reader wears a dress, Halloween Costumes, Trick-or-Treating, Sexual Roleplay, Cunnilingus, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Stan is a Leg Man, Body Worship, Marking Kink, Reader Plays Bride of Frankenstein

In which body paint and Stan's mouth save the day (but ruin a perfectly good costume).

{Read on AO3}

Author's Note: Originally posted 2020 on AO3, but I wanted to give it a proper tumblr post. I'm very proud of this one except I didn't know how to end it and it shows lol

Thankfully, there are only a few things you and your boyfriend don’t see eye-to-eye on. Stan takes his coffee black (old habit from the days of shoddy motels and a life on the run), while your own brew of choice is iced (lasts longer and doesn’t get cold since it already is). He thinks it’s perfectly reasonable to scare a baby every now and then, and proceed to laugh in their pudgy little tear-streaked face. You? You told him he’d be the one bawling if you ever caught him pulling that in your periphery again.

Tonight, though? Tonight is the perfect example of just how good you two are together. Because tonight, you weren’t scaring babies. Tonight, on Halloween, you were scaring kids. And that was worlds apart from wreaking havoc in the grocery store, which happened the majority of the remaining 363 days of the year.

Sure, Stan always goes all-out for his beloved Summerween, but October 31st is when his freak flag really flies. It makes sense--  Fall brings less tourists than usual, and shorter daylight hours means fewer parents letting their kids come out to the woods to trick or treat, making every opportunity for a scare count.

With the Mystery Shack trading its typical kitsch for spooky ephemera-- fully decked out in giant spiderwebs, ghoulish figures, and angry jack-o-lanterns-- it’ll truly be a dramatic sight to behold.

But, for all the elaborate planning, special effects to make the eyes pop out of his skull and the bolts on his neck to spark and smoke, Stan still manages to miss a few spots needing body paint. 

“Alright, alright, I think y’got it,” Franken-Stan fake-grumbles up at you from his seat in front of the full-length mirror.

“Will you relax? You’re gonna sweat, and I’ll have to do your makeup all over again,” you scold, though your painted lips curl into a fond grin despite yourself.

Though the kids will start coming any minute, you’re set on completing the finishing touches, if for no other reason than to keep Stan from further grumbling later.

… And most certainly not because you also love the opportunity to dote, holding him close in ways he’d otherwise be too shy about. Not at all.

“Are you going to wear your glasses?” You ask, getting his ears nice and green with the sponge brush.

He gives it some thought. “As much as it hurts the spook factor, I can’t really scare anybody if I fall on my face.”

Another, final once-over at your work and you’re satisfied, stepping back and raising your arms in the air triumphantly to steal yourself for your best mad-scientist cackle. “My creation! It’s aliiiive!” 

Stan laughs, quickly standing and caging you with his arms against the wall. “Damn right. Alive as ever.”

You shoo both him and the remark away, looking over your white “dress” (old sheet) to check for any green that may have made its way onto your costume. “I thought you were in a hurry, hmm? There’s no time for a touch-up. Now, be a good ‘husband’ and carry the train.”

Stan’s eyes roll as he lifts the gown, following your lead downstairs. “Yes, honey.”

Trying very carefully not to trip, Stan helps you down the stairs. “I still think it’s dumb that The Bride of Frankenstein doesn’t get a name, though. Sure, she’s in it for all of three minutes, but she gets the movie named after her and doesn’t even get a line?”

“Nah, she just screams,” Stan laughs, dropping your dress as you meet the front door. “Like it hurts to exist.” He swings the door open and the both of you speak in unison.

“She gets it.”

You share a small laughing fit at that, making your way outside into the crisp autumn air, giddy to begin the festivities. A few to last-minute adjustments and tech checks, and The Shack will be ready.

“Seriously though-- why can’t she be, like, Victoria or something?”

Over by the skeleton crawling out from under the porch, Stan snorts. “Victoria? Why?”

You shrug. “Why not?”

“Touche.”

It’s finally the tail-end of the second hour, and you’re in position behind the semi-trapdoor mechanism on the porch, hidden behind a dark and stormy castle standee. You’re high on the energy so far, after making some kids scream-squeal in delight. Although, you did manage to terrify a toddler on accident without even trying-- the poor thing burst into tears at the mere sight of you walking out normally from the porch.

Maybe it was the semi-realistic stitches on your flesh? Who knows. All that’s clear is you felt awful, but Stan was very clearly amused-- and jealous, you’d wager.

But now that it’s past bedtime for most little ones, it’s time to up the ante with some added special effects-- and the fast-approaching gaggle of baby teens seem to be the first that’ll enjoy them.

Always on top of it, Stan lets out a Frankenstein-like groan, marching further from the end of the porch, arms raised in cheesy classic style. The kids stop in their tracks as he clears his throat roughly to give the spiel he’s practiced all night, an extra ~spooky~ lilt to his otherwise mostly-normal voice:

“Foolish humans! You daaaare demand gifts, when your hubris created me from cursed flesh, and your hatred ensured my demise?!” He’s truly in his element as his neck bolts flicker for emphasis, making most of the middle schoolers jump and gasp.

The one at the front of the pack though, doesn’t budge, instead holding their pumpkin bucket out with an overall look of disinterest. “Yeah, duh. Trick-or-treat, old man. Hand over the candy.”

“Rude little shit,” you frown, not even needing to see Stan’s face to know he’s going to enjoy this particular scare very much.

“Hold it, kid, ” Stan sneers, continuing his introduction, “if you want anything good to eat, you’ll need to ask the most blood-curdling-- ”

You flip the switch for the fog machine, and bellows of grey creep in around the Shack--

“--The most SPINE-TINGLING, repulsive monster of us all--!”

You quickly step on the nearby button, and lightning flashes across the house as thunder sounds--

“ --MY WIFE! ”

At his signal, your spring forward, eyes crazed as a horrendous banshee screech leaves your throat and white tendrils wave in the wind.

The rude kid screams-- and while Stan bursts out laughing and you smile evilly, you miss them reflexively reach into their bucket, pull something out, and chuck it right at you before scampering away.

With a dull thud, the projectile lands on your head with a muffled thud, sending you off balance and toppling off the platform in a second. You hear Stan’s barks at the hoodlum, but soon he’s up the porch at your side, just as surprised as you are.

“The hell-- you alright, babe?”

Stan helps you up as you glance around for the offending object that’s left your head and the arm that broke your fall aching. “I-- what the fuck was that?!”

A large, off-white sphere rolls along a groove in the deck, moved by your shifted weight. It hits the edge of your shoe, and you pick it up to find it’s…

A popcorn ball.

A really fucking heavy, rock-hard popcorn ball.

With a splotch of white from your forehead smeared across it.

Stan’s bursts out laughing, though he doesn’t let his supposedly helpful grip on your waist go. “Who the hell gave that thing out?? They must’ve been saving it for last century-- ”

It’s funny. Like, really funny. Comedy freaking gold.

But your head hurts and you fell, and shit, your wig’s messed up…

Your own laughter breaks suddenly, and before you even know it you’re tearing up.

Franken-Stan blanches the soon as it hits him. “H-hey, sweetheart, I’m sorry-- are you alright?”

The comforting hands on your shoulder, the concern in his voice breaks the dam, tears spilling out despite your mind knowing better, and wanting to continue laughing it off like you should-- like you want to.

“I’m fine Stan, I’m fine, I-- I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying, I really don’t,” you laugh, dabbing at your eyes with a bandage-covered hand. “That was too perfect.”

“Don’t apologize, that kid’s an asshole.”

“An asshole with a hell of a pitch,” You laugh, finally meeting Stan’s eye. 

“Wanna go inside? It’s gettin’ late anyway,”

“No! No, are you kidding? We just got started with the lightning! I’m fine, I promise--”

He raise an eyebrow skeptically.

“Really, I am. I’m the most horrifying creature of them all, right?”

“Hah! Sure are, sweet thing, sure are.”

“Then let’s get back to scaring. I’ll be ready to duck this time.” You laugh, elbowing Stan before getting back into place, and Stan follows.

11:27pm

There hasn’t been a kid in nearly 30 minutes, and with another hour under your belt, the pair of you are content to turn in for the night for some movies and the Halloween goodie bags left behind by scared trick-or-treaters.

Flopping down on the bed, your tired body practically sings. “Goddd, that kid really got me good.” The hands on your face muffle your words, but Stan gets the idea.

Taking pity on you, he pulls up the nearby chair and starts unlacing one of your boots for you. “Happens in the line of duty sometimes. Shoulda seen what one fairy princess threw at me one year-- actually, I don’t even wanna know what it was.” He jokes(?), tossing the shoe aside and beginning on the other.

“Knocked me down at the top of my game…” you mutter, twiddling with the end of a splayed-out strip of your garment.

“Hey,” Stan drops the other boot to the floor with a thud, quickly peeling off the striped sock that lay underneath. “Don’t forget, you scared the absolute shit out of that brat.”

You let out a hum, then chuckle. “Triggered his fight and flight.”

"Exactly,” he replies definitely, sling-shotting the second sock in the air. It lands on your chest, but you quickly toss it over to nowhere in particular.

“I don’t know if I can even get back up. Just let me die here,” you groan, only half-joking as the strenuous activities of the day catch up to you. “I’ll be a corpse for next Halloween.”

“Well, yer already halfway there in that getup,” Stan shrugs off the jacket of his costume and lets it fall on the chair. A glance across your form reminds him of the “bolts” attached to his neck, which he peels off with a wince. “And I’m not far behind ya.”

“I’ll be lucky if I look this good when I’m dead,” you laugh, adjusting to get more comfortable and fully prepared to just pass out, wig and all.

Stan’s eye catches on the bare skin of your leg that’s revealed when you shift, the stark white of your gown falling to the side as it bends at the knee and the other still hangs off the bed uselessly. He hums, appreciative of the sensual view of you before him: limbs draped out, black eye makeup smudged...

Your eyes fly open at the feeling of Stan’s large hand on your knee, and you’re met with a familiar mischievous grin on Stan’s still-green face. “Mmm, you’re already bewitching, babe.” 

That look always manages to send a pang through your gut. “Oh, stop it…”

This wasn’t exactly how you’d imagined the night ending, but don’t mind all that much if it’s headed where you think it’s headed.

“‘M serious,” Stan chuckles. “Yer right about The Bride too… never appreciated enough,” His thumb rubs a circle on the soft flesh on the inside of your knee, and you can’t help but sigh at the nice pressure. 

Your stomach nearly flips when he slides to his own knees, grip moving down your calf and lifting your leg to place a playful kiss to your ankle. His name falls from your lips in a whine, equal parts warning and pleading, for exactly what you can’t decide. You’re answered nonetheless by another peck just above the previous, then another with the slightest bit of teeth that makes you gasp and prop up onto your elbows.

The sight is absolutely ridiculous -- Frankenstein’s monster himself between your legs, smiling dumbly as he nips at the neglected one before he pushes excessive fabric up and off to reveal more of your form. “Stan, we-- oh my god--”

It’s when he pulls you forward on the bed that you see it: the splotches of deep green coloring the trail Stan is continuing up your thigh with a knowing look.

You laugh at first, starting to push him away so you can properly remove your dress, but he tuts, gripping your hips instead and curling an arm around your thigh, slinging it over his shoulder with an in-character groan: "You go nowhere.

You’re torn between teasing him about the fact that he’s really roleplaying as fucking Frankenstein right now, and the shudder that rolls through you as Stan noses your center through the cotton, saying: “Mine .”

“Oh,” is all you manage to say when his mouth meets between your thighs, teasing your folds through the fabric with a brazen tongue. You let yourself go then, leaning into the anticipation as after a moment Stan tugs the garment down and off, though it catches on your foot and is left dangling there uselessly.

“You’ll be screamin’ for me, don’t you worry,” he says, breath ghosting over your core before fully tucking in.

There’s no energy left in you to scream, but the needy whimpers and moans that escape as he ushers you up towards pleasure are melodic, a siren song that urges Stan to keep delving into your cunt, to hold your thighs open with a possessive grip.

“F-fuck,” you cry, reaching down and threading your fingers through his mop of black-sprayed hair between your legs. He groans mid-lap at your clit, and you gasp as his hands join in on the ministrations, caressing and petting from your hips to your stomach.

It’s when he starts sucking that you start to really writhe, tugging roughly at his locks to push him deeper. He slurps your arousal right up, the sound mortifying yet helping thrust you closer to the fast-approaching peak.

“C’mon, honey,” Stan says, thumb maintaining a rhythm on your clit. “Come for me, darling.”

The foreign pet name does it, sending a rolling orgasm that hits you in waves, crying out Stan’s name and other sweet nothings before going limp.

After a moment he sits back, more than proud as he wipes his mouth and watches you twitch and moan through the lingering pulses.

“Wow-- what was that all about?” You manage to pant out, made curious again as Stan stands suddenly, walking over to the mirror on the far-side of the room.

“Check it out,” he says, bringing the mirror to the edge of the bed and leaning against it with a self-satisfied grin.

Sitting up, your reflection stares back at you, wide-eyed and glowing-- with a prominent mess of green smeared along your skin, practically outlining each and every touch that made you come undone. A few complete hand prints are even visible, on the backs of your knees, on your hip-- even a comically clear outline against the stark white of your covered chest.

Your face burns hot as you can’t help but laugh in disbelief, both at what you see and the unexpected thrill of it; it’s delightful, and silly, and sexy, and overall just an image you think won’t leave your head for a while.

Stan chuckles at your reaction, pleased. “S’a good look on ya-- damn near electrifyin’ , some might say.”

“Come here,” you ask, arms out to beckon him forward. He does, and you don’t miss the prominent bulge in his trousers as he walks over.

Pulling him down by his shirt, you lock him into an appreciative kiss, raking your nails across his scalp and practically pulling him on top of you to continue the makeout, bed size be damned.

Needing air, you finally break away, glancing back at the mirror to see green now decorating your mouth and cheeks. “You’d missed a spot,” you inform Stan, pointing to the new addition to your face.

He hums, ducking down to nip at your neck and clavicle, painting them just the same. “Could think of a few more spots needin’ a touch-up,” he growls, rolling his hips.

Snaking your hand into the band of his pants, Stan lets out another groan at your touch and when you say lightly into his ear:

“Looks like you could use some white with that green, hmm?”

Happy Spooky Season!! 🎃💚🎃

[Masterlist]

dividers by @strangergraphics and @firefly-graphics

[ozzgin]

With some of the most recent Monster author posts..I can just imagine having to teach them so many things about the human body, like having to teach them about how pregnancy works and etc..and while we’re just ranting they’re just staring at you and not registering a single word.

Man..idk, this just came to my mind :p

I feel like all these asks could be a mini-series on their own. A slice of life, romcom manga about an average human living with their average…monster partner.

And it’s really just that: a cozy story about navigating their differences and learning about each other (with the occasional cozy fucc).

Monster partner waking up and having a heart attack upon seeing the sheets stained with blood, because they're convinced they just killed you. They shouldn’t have trusted you when you begged for them to be rough. You were horny, they should’ve known better. As their mind spirals into despair, you shuffle underneath the sheets and groan. Huh? Maybe they didn’t quite end you yet.

You have to explain to a panicked beast that no, you have not been “ravaged to death”. They haven’t “crippled you” with their genitals. You begin to wonder, irritated, if they were secretly proud of such an accomplishment.

Or trying to plan your birthday together with your monstrous partner. What? They're certainly grateful you were born, but every single year? Isn't that a little too excessive-

Wait. You now have to comfort an enormous, inconsolable beast who has just been reminded of your much shorter lifespan. No, you do not wish to discuss potential ways of achieving immortality. You simply asked if they'd be okay with strawberry cake. How did you...how did you end up with a bawling mess?

Lastly, if we're referring strictly to the monster author, expect every chapter to end with him furiously scribbling at his desk. Everything has been dutifully documented in his little research journal. You haven't peeked into it ever since you discovered the ridiculously detailed charts of your intercourse, what turns you on, what gets you off. You shivered in horror, and promised to mind your business.

[s-coquette]

Three’s a Crowd (2/2)

summary: Your loving boyfriend Johnny is trying to force Simon into your relationship without your consent.

warnings: slight dubcon/noncon, piv sex, anal sex, angst?? coercion

word count: 3.8k

part one

The feeling of those same honeyed brown eyes staring at you was unnerving. They were beautiful, like hot freshly brewed coffee swirling in your mug. In any other situation you would’ve complimented them, but right now you wanted to rip them out of his head.

“Simon! Hello… What are you doing here?”

You say with a forced smile, almost gritting your teeth in annoyance. Any time you heard his name you thought about what Johnny made you say while climaxing, maybe that was his cruel way of making you get used to the thought of him?

His brooding form stood in front of you at your doorway, intimidating you in your own apartment.

“Jus’ came in t’ see my boy.”

Your forced smile dropped the second he uttered those words, his boy? It almost made you want to scoff. You could see the smirk tug beneath his black mask, the bastard was enjoying making you jealous.

As you opened your mouth to rudely shoo him away and lie that Johnny was out,

“Hen.. Why are y’ out of bed-“

Johnnys tired voice came from behind you, turning around and finding him in only his briefs. You tried to shoo him away and tell him to get dressed but nothing went through his sleepy head.

“Who is tha- Simon? Steamin’ Jesus! I ken’ you’d come by.”

You were unceremoniously shoved out of the doorway while your boyfriend chatted with the big bastard. Throwing your hands up in defeat you retreated to the bedroom to sulk and get dressed to go to the store, like you and Johnny had planned the night before.

Throwing on one of Johnnys gray hoodies and a simple pair of black leggings, you sifted through the sheets to find your lost phone. Scowling when you heard your boyfriends loud laughs, wanting to rip your hair out when he invited Simon inside.

The bedroom door slamming open startled you, turning around to find Johnny grinning like he won a prize, still in his underwear.

“Woah, bun. What’s the hurry? Where ya off to? We have a guest.”

His innocent tone made you want to scream. You watched him as he rifled through the closet to find some sweatpants and a shirt.

“I’m going to the store, like we planned out yesterday.”

Your cold response made his face fall like a sad puppy. Snatching your phone finally after finding it beneath your pillow.

“No you aren’t.”

The suddenly dark tone of his voice made you stiff, it made you realise even though he acted like a soft ball of sunshine that he was in fact a grown man who had years of military experience and trauma.

“Wh- I am, we don’t have anything in the fridge and we’re running low on coffee.”

You now turned to face him, eyebrows furrowed as his face looked grim, you never witnessed that expression on him and it made chills run down your spine.

“Bonnie, we have a guest. It’s rude to leave when he’s just come by.”

“I don’t care, Johnny. He’s not my friend, I have nothing to do with him.”

That seemed to set him off more, his giant hand grabbed your wrist and tugged you along with him.

“Wait- Stop- Johnny.”

All your resistance was met with a harsh tug, a warning. You were thrown into the living room like a deer in headlights, staring at the man occupying your apartment.

Simon made himself comfortable, arms resting on the headrest of the couch, thick thighs that were probably 2x bigger than yours spread out.

The scowl on your face appeared again and you bawled your fists. Johnny ushered you to sit down next to Simon but you chose the farthest point from him.

Your boyfriend just tossed you a look and sat down next to ghost, almost hugging him.

“Wha’s got your panties in a twist, kitty?”

The loud cocky sound of his deep accented voice rumbled through you. If you didn’t hate his guts you would’ve found it attractive.

You twisted your hoodie in your hands in annoyance and mumbled out a small,

“You.”

You could sense the smirk under that damn black mask, wanting to rip it off and choke him with it.

“Bonnie! I don’t understand what’s gotten into you? What did Simon do to deserve you acting like that?”

That was your breaking point. You felt like a small child being scolded for something it didn’t do.

“You wanna know what’s gotten into me? You constantly talking about Simon! Simon this, Simon that, oh, let’s go out with him! Oh, I invited him over! Every single day it’s all about Simon! Why don’t you just dump me and be with him if you love him so fucking much since i think you’d rather fuck him than me!”

The tears stinging your eyes and the humiliation and embarrassment from your monologue making your chest heave.

Johnny looked dumbfounded while Simon just stared at you, stoic as always, but his fists were now closed.

You took that as your queue to leave.

“Wha-!”

A strong hand grabbed your wrist when you got up, pulling you down into a warm lap. Johnny held you close to him while you tried to fight the frown on your face, eyes bleary with tears.

“Hen….”

“Stop it-“

You pushed at his chest, his hands smoothed down your hair as you hiccuped on your sobs.

“Y- You come in here- call him your boy, hug him like he’s- he’s your boyfriend-“

You inhale loudly and try to wipe at your face to argue like a woman.

“You’re all- he talks about, it’s like he’s- he’s fucking in love with you! You don’t know how much that hurts me.”

Your sniffles interrupting every word.

“I jus’ wanted t’ go to the store with my boyfriend!”

You tried to continue but a giant hand cupped your cheeks and squished them together, wetting his fingers in your tears.

Your weak attempts to slap his hand away were shushed.

“Cute little thing.”

All of the emotions you just poured out and the things that have been stressing you for MONTHS, were ‘cute’. You wanted to scream. Run out of the apartment and go back to your family’s house.

Instead, your sobs got worse and you just wept while he menacingly squished your cheeks.

“Oh, hen… That’s what I’ve been trying to tell ye.”

So he didn’t love you anymore? He was fucking Simon? He wanted to break up? The thought that you’ve been in a relationship with a man who doesn’t love you back made you whimper out of emotions running through you.

“You- You-You,”

Couldn’t even articulate yourself without loud gasps in between.

“Don’ love me anymore-“

Warm hands soothed up and down your body as he brought you closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“Nonono.. Tha’s not it. I love you, so much. It hurts how much I love you. But I also love Simon.”

So your boyfriend wanted to replace you? Perfect.

“I don’t understand..”

Your confused face with crocodile tears streaming down your cheeks was enough to make Simon coo.

“I love you, and I love Simon. Simon loves me, but you don’t like him. This isnt going to work if we don’t all get a long.”

That made you push at his chest, was he crazy? He wanted to be in a relationship with both of you at the same time?

“Shhh, I ken’, hen, I ken’ that it’s selfish of me to want both of ya’. But Simon wanted to try it out. Simon is willing if you are too. That is.. If you love me. I don’t know what i’d do without you.”

You sniffled and tried to wipe at your face.

“I don’ like Simon…”

“Y’ will, bun.”

Too burned out to argue you just sobbed into his chest, every time you tried to get up you’d be forcefully shoved back. Once your cries morphed into little sniffles he loosened his grip on you. You wrenched yourself out of his grasp and got on wobbly feet, barely carrying yourself to the bedroom where you slammed the door behind.

Pulling out your phone, trying to text anyone and everyone if they had some place for you to stay over, just until you could find a new apartment.

You pulled out your old backpack and started throwing in random clothes while wiping the tears that were threatening to spill again.

You wanted to slap yourself when you remembered your laptop was in the living room.

Begrudgingly stepping out of your once shared bedroom, you make your way through the hallway and into the living room. The thing you set your eyes on making you want to claw them out.

There he was, your ‘boyfriend’, embraced in Simon’s arms. By the looks of it he was pretty shaken by what had happened, rubbing his face while mumbling something to the other.

Letting out a forced cough to make your presence known made his head snap right to you, were you going to forgive him? Give him a chance at the new ‘addition’?

Staring at the coffee table, you went straight for it. Ignoring anything he wanted to say and grabbing your laptop.

His eyebrows shot up when he realised you had slung a backpack over your shoulder. He frantically tried to persuade you, trying to get up only to fail with Simon’s strong grip on him.

Simon grabbed your forearm and threw you into them, letting out a pained yelp when your back landed on his shoulder and Johnny’s elbow.

“Stop it! You big fucking bastard! You took my boyfriend and now what do you want from me!”

You screamed at him, only to be met with a large hand cupping your mouth.

“You talk a lot of someone so small.”

The malice in his voice made you stiff, his gaze was piercing.

“I don’t care If you like me or not. I want Johnny to be happy, if he wants you to stay you’re gonna stay.”

His tone made it sound like a threat, it probably was. You nodded, unable to breathe under his hot hand.

Letting out loud gasp once he let you go, trying to scramble into Johnny’s lap.

“Look, bonnie. Simon is going to be staying with us for a while. He’s lonely at home, no one to look forward to when he wakes up, I just couldn’t let him suffer like that.”

You stared at Johnny, feeling betrayed.

“Johnny. Were you fucking him while we were together?”

The guilty look on his face was enough for you. Struggling to wrench yourself out of their grasp, Simon only locked his arms around you and made you face Johnny.

“Hen, we are still together. And yes, it was at the beginning of our relationship. I just- We’ve had emotions for each other ever since our time in the task force. We couldn’t, it was unprofessional and we’d probably get fired. Then after we got discharged we kind of lost contact, we only started talking at the beginning of our relationship, hence why um, we had sex.”

You stared at him like he was out of his mind, which he rightfully was.

“Then why the fuck are you forcing me to stay?”

“Because i love y’ too! Can’t you get it?”

The both of you were heaving with emotion, Simon just watching, the same stoic look in his eyes.

“I think that’s enough arguing. Why won’t the little lady go and brew us a cuppa so we can settle down a little’.”

“Like hell i wil-“

The death stare he gave you was enough to get you on your feet and moving to the kitchen.

You threw around the mugs, purposely clanking loudly with the spoon and furrowing your eyebrows when you realised that there was only enough left for two cups.

You sighed and made it anyway, one in Johnny’s favourite mug and one in the ratty old one you and your boyfriend avoided using.

The sight of Simon comforting Johnny and lightly caressing his mohawk just like you used to made you slam the coffee down onto the table and take a seat on the pillow next to it where you usually lounged on your laptop.

“Oh, bun-“

“Shut up.”

A frown tugged at his lips, his favourite girl hated him now.

•

The nights were the worst. Laying in bed with the two big lugs, listening to them talk like they’d just gotten married.

Your back turned to them, you’d listen to the breathy moans, the same ones Johnny used to let out with you, while they kissed passionately.

Sometimes it made you jealous that you hadn’t joined them, but your pride made you deny that.

And they did, they’d ask you countless times if you wanted to cuddle with them, kiss them, have sex with them, it all resulted in a harsh no.

Johnny took that the worst, he couldn’t continue if he saw you laying down with a pillow over your head to block out the sound of them, back turned.

The most you’d get close to them was cuddling up to Johnny for warmth. It made him happy but it also made him sad that you weren’t seeking out Simon. It was also starting to have an effect on him, he knew Johnny loved you with all of his might, and seeing Johnny so depressed over you made his heart scrunch in his chest.

One night, when you were feeling particularly depressed in your trapped state, you felt Johnny spoon you. The weight of his back and his arms around you relaxed you, made you think of the times you weren’t a prisoner in your own home.

Then you felt another pair of arms around you, Simon’s. It made you recoil, trying to wiggle out.

“Stop it- Stop it, hen! When will you accept him?”

That question made tears sting in your eyes, he thought you were going to accept him no matter what.

Johnny just sighed and pushed you against him, hovering his nose against your neck, leaving small kisses and nips like he used to. His hand wandered down, slowly, cautiously into your waistband, slipping his pinky in to test the waters before pushing his whole hand in.

You let out a gasp when he cupped your mound, his hips jerking into your yours to make you hump his hand.

“I told Simon about the time I got you to moan his name,”

That made you flush, you tried telling him to stop but he continued anyway.

“We fucked that night and i was telling im’ all about you.”

You let out a whimper, his fingers now moving to do harsh circles of your clit.

“Told im’ about your slutty little moans while he was fucking my ass. Got him off to the thought of you, hen. Made him imagine he was fucking you instead of me. Gotta return the favour, right?”

God, this man is going to drive you crazy.

He suddenly flipped you on your back, you expected to meet the softness of your bed instead you got pushed into a wall of muscle.

Trying to squirm away was no good, they only just manhandled you to stay, pushing all of your clothes off and leaving you bare between them.

Simon’s giant paws grabbed at your tits, kneading them in his warm calloused hands.

“H’ told me about these cute little tits,”

Swirling your nipples between his rough fingers before pinching them, making you yelp and jump in his hold.

“Shhh, hold on, bun. We’re going to make this work.”

His words made your eyes fill with tears.

“I want Johnny…”

“Awh, I’m here, baby. It’s alright.”

The way he talked down on you while you were being groped by another man made you sob.

“Fussy little thing, just need some extra love-“

Simon grunted before forcefully pushing his thick fingers into your cunt.

“Gotta stretch her out nice and wide, haven’t had anything in er’ in a while, huh?”

The way he was talking to you made you uncomfortably horny. You hated to admit it.

You were slowly falling into a headspace, you tried to fight it with all you could, but being surrounded by these two giant men who were talking down to you made you feel small and broken.

Johnny immediately noticed, pushing his palm against your cheek and giving you the first passionate kiss you two had shared in so long.

You let out a whine when Simon grabbed him by his mohawk, pushing him up and making him slobber all over his mask, leaving a wet patch behind.

You frowned at the sight, turning your gaze away, trying to focus on the fingers stuffed in your needy pussy.

“Jealous little lady,”

That made you whine, too strung out to form words.

“It’s okay, hen. I love y’ just as much.”

The words didn’t help, you pushed against his chest, trying to get away.

“Attention whore, that’s what she is.”

You sniffle at the harshness of his statements. His movements speed up, the slick sounds of your cunt spread out through the room. You grinded up into the stimulation, too close to your climax.

“Ah ah ah- Not so fast.”

An annoyed grunt left you, you were so soft and pliable once you got pleasure, it was so easy to mold your mind.

“Now, kitty. Johnny here is gonna fuck this tight cunt-“

Followed by a quick little smack to your sensitive parts that was surprising more than anything.

You felt his breath in your ear once he continued.

“And i’m gonna fuck his cute little ass.”

You whined and pushed at him, not wanting to see your boyfriend get fucked by another man. It only resulted in a grin and the feeling of him getting up from behind you.

You felt tears bubble up again as you tried to push him back behind you, but he was too strong for you to make an impact.

Johnnys eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you getting so distraught,

“Is’ alright, baby, I want him to,”

You just shook your head and bit your lip, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling his head under your chin.

“Fuck!”

You jumped when you heard Johnny moan out, looking straight ahead and seeing Simon shoving his fingers mercilessly into him.

You felt something sliding against your cunt and let out a yelp when you felt a bulbous tip circle your opening.

Johnny only raised his head to look at you with a grin. That’s when you felt him slowly slide in, a loud moan escaping him, after being denied of you for so long.

Simon took that as the queue to slide in too, letting out a grunt and grabbing onto Johnnys hips.

“Gonna let me fuck you, bonnie?”

You shook your head again, voice too weak to use your words. Johnny panted above you, a fucked out look in his eyes as his arms rested on either side of your head.

You both jerked up when Simon made the first move, slowly thrusting in and out of him. Johnny, vocal as he always was, letting out little whines and pants.

“St-St-ah,”

Your protests were cut out by Johnny’s rough thrusts, sending your body up and down on the bed.

“I think the little lady likes watchin’ you get fucked,”

Simon teased, doing a particularly rough thrust, making both you and Johnny moan.

“Nooo-“

You whined, eyes screwing shut.

Simon’s hand reached down and gripped your cheeks harshly,

“Look me right in the eyes while I fuck him or I won’t let you cum.”

You wanted to protest but you were met with a warning tap to the cheek, a few droplets surrounded the corners of your eyes before they got gently wiped by the scot.

They continued roughly plowing at the same pace, the way they were coordinated kind of made you impressed.

Johnny reached down and circled your clit with quick strokes, eyebrows furrowing and thrusts getting needier.

“Cmon- Cmon, hen, come, come for us.”

You stared at those same honey brown eyes and let out a loud whimper, your climax so close to tipping over.

A loud smack snapped you out of it, Simon slapping Johnny’s ass, which made him let out a whorish moan. The sounds he was making were fuelling your end.

He sped up his ministrations on your clit, his thumb circling the swollen bud so roughly you couldn’t even think.

Your bleary eyes almost crossed as you looked at Simon, the wall of muscle that his was. His chest was speckled with light blonde hairs and thousands of scars, his happy trail prominent.

You felt your legs shake as you felt the intense build up, cresting over into a loud moan, arching your back and cumming onto Johnnys cock.

“Good girl, thaas’ it.”

You heard Simon throw in his praise, it strangely making your head tingle. Johnny didn’t let up, letting out even louder moans while fucking your overstimulated pussy. The whines you let out for him to stop, that it was too much, were left out in the wind.

“Cmon, pup, cum, cum for me.”

Simon commanded, and it’s as if Johnnys body followed all of his orders, he did. Letting out a groan and pushing his head into your chest for comfort, spilling his warm seed into your used cunt.

Simon followed soon after, sticking himself to the hilt and grunting.

You let out a whimper, tears collecting in your eyes when Johnny just pulled out and left you with Simon.

A yelp leaving your mouth when the bigger man picked you up and laid you down on his chest, a hand caressing through your hair and calming down your breathing.

“I wan- Where’s Johnny-“

“Sush.”

You whined and rubbed at your face, too deep into it that your mind felt blank. You tried to push at his strong chest, hands too weak to do anything but rest at it.

“I don’ like you..”

“I know, sweetheart.”

When you looked up at him it was the first time his eyes weren’t cold, they were softer, like he was trying to comfort you.

You let out a sob and dug your nails into his chest to ground yourself. He let you.

You were still sobbing by the time Johnny came out of the bathroom, a towel in hand with a bottle of water he picked up on his way back.

“Oh, sweetie..”

He cleaned you up gently and gave you some water, not trusting you to hold the bottle yourself, before handing it to Simon for him to have a drink too.

You heaved, trying to articulate your emotions.

“Johnny-“

Was all that left you, you reached your arms for him weakly, and he pitied you and grabbed you. He laid you down between the two of them to your protest and hushed you.

And there you fell asleep, fucked out and too emotional to argue again.