#he’s making me insane

[sleepycrawlies]

yeah. um. hey i was just thinking. do you remember when you asked me when my dad was gonna die? uh-huh. you really couldn’t push this a week, could you? you just couldn’t like— there was no part of you that could just be like, hey let’s reschedule and move this ‘cause, you know, their dad just died and, you know. I mean, my sisters kinda— she’s fucked up about it, and my brothers a mess, and I’m fucking— I’m gone. I’m like I’m on the fucking— I’m dead. it’s over for me. it’s okay, it’s fine. but you just drag us out here, you inhuman fucking dogman. you.. crazy. you-you fucking killed him too. you’re the one who did it. you just— and you did. you drained the life out of him. you dragged this thing out for six fucking months, and then you bring us out here now. you couldn’t wait like a few days. you actually couldn’t do that for us. no idea, huh? god! yeah, shut the fuck up man. we’re not selling to you. okay? we’re not doing that. we are gonna grind you down man. we are sand in the gears. every email is gonna take like six months. we’re all gonna spend hundreds of millions of dollars, and in the end, you’re gonna get fucking bored and move on. it’s not happening, okay? yeah. yeah.. I fucking hate you. and if you tell the board I said any of this, I’m just gonna say it was a negotiating tactic, and you know what? maybe it is. but it’s not, so fuck you. did I? really? good. did you hear what I said? did you hear it? yeah. you know it’s uh, it’s a negotiating tactic, you stupid cunt. it is. you piece of shit.

[fawnnpaws]

no because fawn!arts cock being hidden in his fuzzy underbelly - hhhhh only peeking from its soft sheath when he's worked up :((( sliding out pink and glistening :(((( pretty blue veins down the sides and a tip so shiny it begs to be licked and sucked. twitches and jerks so much when it's stimulated directly - like it's it's own separate alive vessel - bobbing towards the direction of your warmth.

gonna go bananas need his pretty fawn cock all the way down my throat :((

hhggGhhg going feral over the idea of his drooly pink cock having a mind of its own, completely betraying any words of protest he might have and confusing him because it’s never done that before :(( you hold him down so you can coax it out of its soft sheath. you rub his hips, his inner thighs, so close but so far from the soft furry mound where his cock is hiding until he’s so worked up it pops out for you, all flushed and pink. it bobs before you even get your mouth on it, strings of pre falling from his aching tip and onto his perfect fur. you patronize him for it - little fawn getting himself so sticky. you slide your tongue up the whole length of it, from his fuzzy soft balls all the way up to his weeping tip. you commit it to memory, using your tongue to trace every vein and ridge, holding his pretty balls in your hands so you can squeeze them and make him jolt and whine. the second your tongue leaves his flushed, pink tip his cock kicks hard and drools a fat glob of precum and poor baby is so confused by it :(((

suddenly he’s scrambling to cover himself, to shield his perfect little cock from you, but you’re faster, stronger. you wrench his hands away from it and take it all the way down your throat, stopping when your lips meet his soft furry - now a bit slick and sticky - tummy. it kicks again, this time inside your throat and art nearly blacks out - sobs “no no no no ‘m not supposed to do that, it’s not supposed to do that!” but he doesn’t try to push you off. his body betrays him even further, his hips humping forward of their own accord - once, twice, until he’s fucking himself into your throat and you’re bobbing up and down on him, encouraging him with moans that reverberate through him and make him want to cry. he’s whimpering out apologies - even though you’re the one taking advantage of him, but everything feels so backwards in his dizzy little brain - “‘m sorry - can’t help it - why won’t it stop? stop it stop it stop it! sorry sorry sorry!” :(((

[hoodeenie]

thinking about how snotlout uses a crate/barrel to appear taller when arguing with people COUGH COUGH eret COUGH

Its so fuckin adorable😭😭

[drleggman]

i completely forgot to add this to the ask but YES he will drop random monster sex/anatomy facts and just. talks more and more feverishly the closer he gets to finishing. and after you both cum, aftercare includes more monster info: “did you know that [monster] kills their lover directly after copulation to ensure…”

yeah he says that and the whole time I’m staring at him like 👁️👄👁️ and then asking him if we can go again

also I’m going absolutely insane thinking about him telling you about how shapeshifters knot their mates and how it helps increase the chance of fertilizing the eggs. then he gives you the saddest look just as he’s about to finish… and whines something about how he wishes he could do that to you… he keeps himself and his cum stuffed inside you for a long while after just so he can pretend :(

[datasgal]

Babygirl you have so many fucking problems

[taserblade]

he put his cheek up to mine and made a kiss noise before he left today, oh my GOD

[hobbylobbyy]

He’s going to be the reason I go insane.

Happy 2 month anniversary to the short king’s first official appearance in Hazbin Hotel and to me not knowing peace since because of it 😃

[noodles-and-tea]

Little Stan getting manipulated by Bill has excellent angst potential but consider.

Stanley just, keeps tricking Bill. Because Bill would definitely massively underestimate Stanley and how far he’ll go to protect Ford (like in the actual show). We also know Stanley has the street smarts between the twins and could absolutely tell Bill is full of it.

And because Bill would absolutely loose his mind if he kept getting foiled by a snot nosed eight year old that isn’t even supposed to be here

I like to think that he doesn’t even try that hard he just does not even care about bill

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[allimili]

"Let's meet again next Halloween..."

[lesbiannieism]

i need 7+ seasons of dead boy detectives specifically to see the long-term payoff of charles putting a jar of bees in his bag

[ayo-edebiri]

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) - Deleted Scene

[lopsaii]

I love tropes where a popular, beautiful person falls helplessly inlove with some random guy

[mintypsii]

what is this guy's issue 😭

[m1stm3]

i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.

like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.

it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.

the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.

that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.

“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.

he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.

“is it peach?”

he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.

(you were right.)

[nariism]

neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.

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