#play with them like you would with dolls!

[bbokicidal]

"What Happens When..." | [SKZ] OT8 | [FELIX]

You and Felix have a mutual agreement that having others in the bedroom is fun - but tonight you'd invited all seven of them to join.

Genre: Smut [18+ MDNI] Pairing: Felix x Fem!Reader Warnings: cosplay/roleplay, dom!felix, dom!skz, reader gets used like a toy/objectification, lots of jerking off lol, BJ mention, so much cum, there's no mention of who the reader is cosplaying so it's up to your interpretation !! Also little to no dialogue in this one oops

Notes: This IS a short fic and isn't anything really long. There's no plot - it's purely smut for your viewing pleasure and my mental peace, lol. <- And thank you to everyone who waited so patiently for this while I went through my writers block rut, hahaha.

Word Count: 1.2K

Divider by @enchanthings

Felix had told you he was having the boys over before all of this had happened. He'd come to you, said they were having dinner in your apartment, and then maybe having a few drinks while playing a really aggressive game of Uno. But they didn't even get quite that far.

With your boyfriend eager to show off your newly purchased and perfectly decorated (in his opinion) shared apartment, Felix had given the group a tour of the place. Which meant they'd all slowly piled into the room with widened eyes at the sight of you dolled up; Makeup done, wig on, costume snug to your form and ring light propped up with your phone. You'd smiled, shy. "Sorry! Just taking some videos. Am I being too loud...?"

Felix, not having thought too much of your cosplay, just giggled and expressed how much he adored you and how wonderful you looked. But the others shared a few glances behind the blonde, Jisung's hands rubbing over his thighs and Hyunjin's hands already eagerly unzipping his fly.

.

"I never thought this day would come. It's just like she jumped out of the game and into real life." Though maybe Jisung was saying that just because he was behind you and couldn't see your face all that much. He was enjoying himself regardless, tugging on his cock with a tight fist just like every other man standing around you. A pretty pink with a swollen tip and pre leaking down his shaft to slacken every stroke, Jisung's cock looked all the more appetizing any glimpse you caught of it. If you could you would've put it in your mouth immediately, but you were a bit busy as it was.

Chris and Minho had taken to standing on either side of you; Minho's cock heavy, weighing down even when you held it so carefully in your hand. Thick, warm, pulsing each time your thumb slid over his tip to tease at his slit and make him shiver. He'd grow impatient in little to no time, though it had been a good fifteen minutes that he'd let you stop and go with your hand around his cock - so he'd taken your hand into his, thick fingers wrapping over your own to guide you. And he's not gentle with the way he moves your hand along under his own, jerking himself off but to the softness of your own palm.

But to the other side of you, Chris was more willing, more sweet. He'd watched every movement you made for him, your opposite hand fumbling with Minho - and then his own length as you gently grabbed for it. Your fingers ghosted over his thigh before he nudged your wrist with his thumb, a gentle push to your destination. Your fingers wrapped around him so nicely and honestly? The gentle and soft squeeze you gave to the base of his cock every few seconds was enough for him to be happy; Unlike Minho, he was content with the subtle touches - and though you didn't know it, he almost saw it as a form of edging. Which he enjoyed more than he would care to voice aloud in front of everyone else.

Beneath you sat one of your closest friends from the group - The youngest. Of course they'd let him get the best seat in the house, let him indulge in the warmth and sweetness of your dripping walls. Jeongin's legs carefully crossed so he sat with them like a pretzel, letting you kneel atop his lap with your knees on either side of his thighs, pressing hard into the carpet below. He'd been careful, patient, cautious as you settled in his lap - then on his cock; With long fingers reaching down to spread you open for him, so careful of your costume and wanting to keep it clean just in case this ever happened again. You know, future use. He was watching with curious, dark eyes as his length disappeared into you inch by inch. His breath shuddered each time you let your hips roll down into his own before pulling back off, almost letting him slip out of your slick walls. And he whimpered each and every time.

Changbin sat back against the wall, lounging in a chair that you'd had in the corner of your room - just for events like this. You'd discussed it with Felix before, the two of you mutually agreeing that you enjoyed having someone else in the bedroom every so often. Changbin; He visited weekly by this point - that was basically his chair now. Sitting back, thighs spread, cock twitching in his sweats like it always did when he watched you. His chest raised heavy with each breath; slow, steady, calculated. He liked it this way - Not touching himself, not indulging. Just watching and letting his body react to the sight in front of him. And if you could see him he was sure you'd be foaming at the mouth, spit dripping from your lips in anticipation in want to get a hold of him. You'd done it before.

Hyunjin - Well. He'd already lost it. Sitting back against the edge of your bed, pants down around his ankles and body trembling with release, his hand was covered in not one but two loads of cum that'd leaked from his tip. He'd been the first to indulge in his guilty pleasures, lost in the sight of you bouncing on the youngest's cock while still managing to pleasure others around you. You let them use you like this - all dressed up and pretty for them, one of their favorite characters. He was spent by the time you even touched Jeongin or the others, one hand muffling his moans pressed over his mouth while the other continued to shakily tug and rub at his cock - always leaking for you.

The other two..

Felix had allowed his roommate the sweetest of luxuries; Your mouth. While he sat back and just enjoyed the scene, actually kneeling close to your side to keep one hand on the back of your neck and guide you - he tried to keep out of the way of Jeongin. Your boyfriend kept himself leaned in close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your mouth wrapped around his roommate's cock; How well you were doing, how you were perfect for Seungmin and how he'd never get over being sucked off by his favorite girl. "You should look up at him," He'll whisper. "He's told me before he loves it when his partners look him in the eye."

And sure enough when you glance up, Seungmin's already staring down at you; Eyes lidded, dark, heavy with lust and pooling with admiration. Despite the nonchalant and almost glaring look on his features, a soft hue of pink dusts his cheeks - proving he really was enjoying getting head from his favorite girl in the world. He let his hand come to your shoulder - then to your head, gently pushing down as his hips rocked forward. And as your throat filled with his cock, cum leaking for you to swallow down, you seemed to come to the realization that this was something you really enjoyed; Dressing up for them, letting them all in on the fun.

Maybe you'd have to do it again.

Tag List : @dwaekkicidal @jabmastersurpriseee @possum-playground @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @oc3anfloor @theyadorevalerie @inlovewithstraykids @seungminsbest @edit-me-prettyplease @butterflydemons @satosugu4l @jeonginsleftcheek

[kaiserthebiter3]

can I request lads men as dads with little babies with mc?

tysm love your hcs!

L&ds men as dads

Xavier , Zayne , Rafayel and Sylus (headcanon)

fluff

requests are open :)

Xavier

● Xavier would be nervous to know he'd be a father soon , he never saw himself the person who is good with kids

● however once your child was born , everything was different , all the nervousness and the doubts are gone , he adapted so quickly , like he was meant to become a father all along.

● If you had a son, they’d quickly become "best buddies" as Xavier loves to call their bond.

● He’d be the type of dad who spends hours playing sports in the backyard whether it’s football, volleyball, or anything involving a ball.

● however if you two had a little girl , it would be harder for xavier to find activities that they'd both enjoy , but eventually he'd join her tea parties with enthusiasm.

● he'll buy her doll houses , every once in a while him and his daughter would go shopping for a different doll house, by the time he'll develop an interest in them himself.

Zayne

● hands down would be the best father if he wasn't as busy as he is , he loves his kids to death , especially that both of your kids had taken traits from you , their mother , it's like he is raising mini yous sometimes.

● As a doctor, he’s a bit strict about their diet , candy is definitely not an everyday treat in his house.

● he loves to take the three of you out whenever he's free , like trips to the aquarium , the amusement park etc..

● At bedtime, he tucks the kids in and reads them stories. Like all kids, they beg him to read the same story again once it’s done, and he usually gives in once or twice before firmly telling them it’s time to sleep.

● he'd help them with school homework as much as he can , especially in math since he knows how much you dislike to deal with it .

● would probably be scolding his kids and you included for playing outside when it rains , and you'll all come to him with a runny nose.

Rafayel

● he is a girl's dad probably , he likes to take his daughter shopping , absolutely spoiling her with toys and dresses , to the point where you scold him for spoiling her a little too much .

● like xavier , rafayel would also sit down at her tea party and join her in the playful gossip sessions .

● when he kisses you on the cheek , he'd tell the kids to come join him and kiss your cheeks as well "mommy deserves the best kisses in the world" turning it into a family tradition.

● in times where his kids are awfully naughty and tire him out , he'd come to you complaining "I didn't know that our kids would all be stubborn like you , I should've thought twice before getting you pregnant" and you'd roll your eyes everytime.

● His artistic talent clearly runs in the family , your kids quickly pick up on how to draw and surprise everyone with their impressive skills at such a young age.

● whenever he's away for work , he'd video call you to check in on you , and asks you to hand your phone to the kids so he could talk to them as well.

Sylus

● I feel like both of his kids would inherit his personality , and you always tease him how they're always "itching to fight" , just like their father.

● he loves braiding his daughter's hair , and not only when she asks him to , he genuinely enjoys it and finds it calming.

● His little son constantly argues with Sylus over you. Whenever Sylus kisses you or has you seated on his lap, his son tries to claim you with his tiny hands, declaring, "that’s my mommy"

● the kids loves their father's cooking , he rarely cooks considering him being busy most of the time , but when he does you all enjoy it .

● He insists on having Mephisto watch over the kids at kindergarten , you always scold him for sending a mechanical crow to a school full of children , but he says it's the best way to keep tabs on who's around them .

● on rare nights when he’s free, Sylus surprises you and the kids with little gifts , something meaningful for you and small toys for them, proving he’s always thinking about his family even when he’s away.

[willowpains]

GIRLY we need more of latina actress reader! with Drew, I was thinking of her spending time with him and the fam at some summer house or sum and especially after season 3 filming and he has his saggy hair (OML) and one of his sisters prolly Brooke catches reader playing with his hair, and drew and reading dancing around the kitchen cooking breakfast in the morning!!!! and of course add anything else you would like!!! 

summer getaway

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Your heart was really happy at the moment.

Drew’s family had kindly invited you to join them in their annual summer vacation at their summer house in North Carolina.

You would only be joining them for a week, because you were planning on visiting home in Mexico as well.

Jodi and Todd had been really nice asking you to join the family as they couldn’t imagine the trip without you.

And of course, Drew had not missed the opportunity of telling you how much you two would enjoy the little trip.

So you totally agreed.

And that’s how you two were currently enjoying the afternoon, watching the soon to be sunset on some chairs on the garden at the back of the house, while the rest of his family busied themselves inside.

Oh how you loved quiet moments like this.

You were sitting on Drew’s lap, he had one of his arms around your waist, while the other one rested on your leg.

You were hugging him, with both arms around his neck, while one of your hands played with his wispy hair at the nape of his neck, your nails scraping softly against his skin.

Drew sighed in content as he closed his eyes for a second.

“That feels good” he mumbled, leaning his head on your chest, giving you more space to work with.

You laughed softly at him.

“Yeah?” you asked softly, as you continued your movements, loving how he could absolutely melt under your touch at any moment. “I love your hair like this” you say, while running your fingers through his hair.

He had let his hair grown a little, going for a wispy kind of mullet.

And oh could he pull off any look.

You were kinda jealous.

“You love it huh?” he said teasingly as he moved back his head from your chest so he could look at you. “I’m gonna have to cut it off eventually doll” he said, as he removed his hand from your leg, so he was now holding your face.

You pouted at him.

“What if I convince you not to?” you asked playfully, leaning in to peck his lips, still playing with his hair.

He groaned into the kiss as you pulled back, smiling at him.

“You’re bad” he says, leaning in to kiss you again, before you both break apart at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You two look back and find Brooke, Drew’s sister, peeking her head out from inside the house.

“Dinner is ready love birds!” she says smiling at both of you, just before going back inside the house.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, while you hide your face in the crook of Drew’s neck.

He lets out a laugh while he softly soothes your back with one of his hands.

“Oh my god I feel like a teenager that just got caught” you say into his neck.

He softly chuckles at your comment while placing a kiss on the top of your head, finding it funny and adorable how flustered you got any time his family catched any type of PDA from you together.

“Let’s get some dinner doll” he says, standing up from the chair with you in his arms.

You let out a shriek in surprise, as you wrap both your arms around his neck to support yourself.

“Drew put me down!” you say, laughing and watching him laugh at your reaction.

He shakes his head in amusement as he walks with you in his arms towards the house.

“Just enjoy the ride love” he says placing a soft kiss on your temple, as he takes you inside the house for you to have dinner with his family.

After dinner, you and Drew offered to pick up table and clean up everything. His family had worked so hard to put everything up, so it was your turn to do something.

“I’ll do the dishes” you say, walking to the sink and starting to clean them up.

Contrary to popular opinion, you loved doing dishes.

There was something so calming and relaxing about getting your hands soapy, bubbly and extra clean that just did something to you.

“I’ll clean up the table” he said, walking off before pecking your lips, leaving you smiley.

You could hear the clatter of forks and plates, and then, he was walking into the kitchen once again.

“Alexa, play lover by Taylor Swift” Drew said out loud, making you turn your head and look at him with a smile, while he gave you a playful look.

Your heart warmed as he approached you and offered you his hand.

“May I?” he said, giving you a big smile.

You could feel the butterflies going crazy in your stomach, and it made you smile even harder.

Quickly, you turned around to rinse your hands while patting them dry, only to face him as he pulled you in.

His hands moved to your waist, and you tangled yours around his neck, looking up at him with an adoring look.

“You know how to charm a girl” you say, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

He chuckled softly as he looked down at you between his arms.

“I only care about charming you” he says, twirling you softly and catching you back, pulling you close to him. “That’s all I ever want”.

His words make your heart flutter, as you rest your head on his chest, enjoying the kitchen dancing session.

With Taylor’s songs behind you, you feel content and at peace, honestly, wherever Drew was, as long as he was with you, you were at peace.

“I love you baby” he says, swaying you both to the rhythm of the song, while he places a soft kiss at the top of your head, while his thumb slowly draws gentle circles on your waist.

You could stay like that forever.

At his words, you look up at him, moving one of your hands that played with the hair on his neck, to his cheek, grazing it softly.

“I love you more mi amor” you say, unable to hide the smile appeared on your face.

He leans down and captures your lips on a kiss that communicates everything you’re both feeling without needing words.

Unbeknownst to both of you, his family was watching, more like peaking, your little romantic moment.

And they had been getting glimpses of your love throughout the trip.

They loved to see their son in love.

In love with you.

Being loved how it should be.

Having you as part of the family.

They knew you were both lucky to have found each other.

The next morning, you were back in the kitchen.

You had offered to cook breakfast for the family, telling them how you wanted to show them a typical mexican breakfast that you knew they would all love.

Drew as always, had offered to help you, being the one who always tried all your recipes.

“Is it good?” you asked, after he tasted your green sauce for chilaquiles.

You liked cooking. You weren’t the best, but you definitely weren’t the worse.

It was enough to make your mom proud, and you could work with that.

Drew paused for a moment as he closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure.

“It’s delicious baby” he said, as he enjoyed the flavors dancing on his tongue.

You squinted your eyes at him, not truly believing his words.

“Be completely honest amor” you said, leaning your hips against the counter, looking at him attentively. “You won’t hurt my feelings if you tell me something’s missing” you admitted giving him a smile.

Drew paused for a moment, before going back and trying the sauce one more time.

He hesitated, his eyes closed, concentrating.

“Maybe a little bit of salt” he said, one eye open waiting for your reaction.

You smiled at him while playfully hitting him on the chest.

“You’re so dramatic” you said laughing, before turning to the stove and adding a bit more salt to finish everything up.

He laughed before placing his hands on your waist, and resting his chin on the crown of your head.

“And you’re amazing” he said, silently enjoying the domestic side of you two being on vacation, sharing with family or not.

You hummed at his words, resting your back on his broad chest.

“Help me serve the plates?” You said, turning around and pecking his lips softly.

Drew scrunched his nose in annoyance as you broke the kiss, looking at him with a smile.

“Let’s make them wait a little longer” he said, wrapping one of his arms around your waist pulling you in, the other one around the back of your neck capturing your lips in a kiss.

You smile between his arms.

Later that night, everyone was chilling and winding down from spending the day out on the beach.

You and Drew were laying down on the couch. You were watching a marvel movie playing on the tv, while he attempted to read a few pages of a book he hadn’t picked up once since arriving at the summer house.

He was trying really hard to stay focused on his book but he seemed to fail, because from what you could see from your position on top of him laying your head on his chest, around 10 minutes had passed and he hadn’t flipped his book page.

You giggled softly as he tore his eyes away from the tv to look down at you.

“What’s so funny?” He smiles sheepishly at you, holding his book with one hand.

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest to be able to meet his eyes.

“You’re getting distracted” you say smiling at him. “Just give up already and enjoy the movie amor”.

He hesitates for a moment, looking between the tv, his book, and you.

He sighs, shaking his head and smiling.

“I’m weak” he says closing his book and leaving it next to him on the couch.

You giggle softly before going back to resting your head on his chest and watching the movie, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Everybody’s weak when Avengers Endgame is playing” you say, getting immediately lost in the film again.

Drew chuckles softly as one of his hands finds its way to your back, drawing circles, lulling you to sleep. While the other, tangled itself in your hair, scratching your scalp tenderly.

Your eyes began to flutter at his gentle touches.

The weight of being out on the beach all day, mixed with Drew’s fingers against your skin, were making it harder for you to stay awake.

Your eyes were fighting to stay open and continue watching the movie, because no matter how many times you watched it, you loved it every time.

But next thing you knew, you had fallen asleep over Drew.

He didn’t realize when exactly you had fallen asleep.

But when he looked down at you to watch your reaction over Black Widow’s death, he smiled at you being completely asleep and relaxed.

His heart fluttered at the adorable sight before him.

He had to capture it.

So he reached for his phone and stopped breathing for a second to get a perfect picture of you mid dream.

“What are you guys-“ Logan, Drew’s brother, came into the living room and paused mid sentence as Drew sent him a death glare signaling for him to shut up.

Logan lifted his arms in sign of peace, as he slowly walked into the room, silently sitting on the individual couch, immediately getting into the movie.

You were still deeply asleep.

An earthquake could hit and you probably wouldn’t notice.

So Drew threw his phone somewhere next to him, and went back to watching the movie and cradling you between his arms.

He could stay like that forever and he would be the happiest man on earth.

*

thank you so much for your request! I absolutely adored it and had so much fun writing it<3 sorry if it takes me a minute to post, sometimes I’m a bit of a slow writer

I actually loved the concept so much I’m planning on making a moodboard for this soooo stay tuned

I’m so happy to see people enjoying the latina actress reader universe as much as I do, thank you all so much!

as always, if any of y’all wanna read, ask or see something in particular from latina actress reader let me know<3

[natromi]

Killshot, Baby

Prompt: Inspired by This Song.

Nat fucking you with a gun. That's it. Porn w/o much plot.

Warnings: SMUT [MINORS AND MEN DNI] | Vague gun play, possessive Nat, strap on usage, I think that's it.

Word Count: 217

Natasha was a chaser, as much as she liked pretending otherwise. When she obsessed over someone, she chased them until she got what she wanted, and she always got what she wanted.

Sometimes it was difficult. Women didn't appreciate her dedication (for some reason), she thought. But you did. You very well did. Her good girl. She knew she could do whatever she wanted to you, and you'd take it like you were born for it. That's what she loved about you.

No other woman could compete against you. Her gorgeous, innocent, doll. All ready for her whenever she needed you.

Even when she came home carrying a gun, even when she threatened to use it right there and then. She knew you trusted her with her life, she would never use it. Wouldn't dare to mess up her pretty girl.

“That's it, baby girl.“ She whispered, the gun a mere background thought as she fucked you with your favourite strap. Railing you into the bed. Occasionally reminding you of the weapon by moving it to your clit, never touching it, just hovering near.

She valued hygiene, after all. God knows how many men she had killed with that hours before. No, she wanted you all messy, dirty, not fucking disgusting.

“You're all mine, kotenok. All mine.“

First smut, I'm actually really proud of it even if it's short. Died maybe twice writing this because I am so down bad. <3

Also wrote this at midnight so I apologise if there's spelling mistakes. I am #sleepdeprived

[pepperyduck]

porcelain. toji f.

a/n: nsfw, angst?????? idk what this is really, just me yapping, very unhealthy boyfriend behaviors from toji, toji pushes ur buttons & makes you snap, DACRYPHILIA!!!!!, p in v. 18+ mdni.

toji's always treated you as what he calls you; a doll.

no, he's never been the type to treat anyone delicately, but then there was you.

to him, you were but a fragile flower, asking to be crushed. toji's hurt a lot of people in his life. he would never hurt you. he never reciprocates the kindness of others, usually, but he couldn't help but treat you with the same love and respect you showed him.

he knows the real you.

toji knows that even among the most precious, delicate dolls, their porcelain skin will begin to crack if you play with them too much. he understands that under your angel-like persona, there's something much darker.

he sees the abyss of emotions inside of you, when you begin to crack.

he's too rough with you on purpose. because he wants that monster inside of you to come out. to be shown to him, what you really are. and it's all for his own pleasure. just for him to break you.

he wants you to snap at him so he can treat you accordingly. and he's so happy when your tired of your buttons being pushed, in his own twisted way.

"fuck off, toji!" with a hard push to his chest was all it took to make him happy. it gave him an excuse to not treat you like a doll anymore, toss you around a little bit. make you cry.

as crazy and sick as he was, you enjoyed it even more.

not even thirty minutes after your action of defiance, he had you laid out under him, eyes glossy with tears while he slowly stuffed you with his cock. toji's lips twitched in a sadistic grin as you allowed the tears to flow, all while staring dangerously into his eyes.

"y'er gonna break my heart, doll," toji groans. "cryin' like a baby all 'cus you feel bad, aww." he's cooing and it's doing nothing but pissing you off; but the drag of his length against the soft walls of your cunt melt the anger away.

"shut up, toji," you grumble, blinking your eyes to clear them so you can get a good look of the condescending man above you.

yet as he hears your snappy words, toji rams his hips into you one good time, bouncing your soft body against the sheets of his bed. you're sure that singular stroke bruised your cervix. the sudden jolt of pleasure that courses through your body brings you to reality quickly.

please.

toji's change in demeanor towards you is slow at first. he's always been so careful. so gentle. all to not hurt you. right now, though, he needs it.

please, baby.

another particularly harsh thrust makes your eyes widen and you panic. you look into toji's eyes, but it's almost as if he isn't even there. his eyes are low, dark and filled with hunger. and anger and sadness, and pain. that same mess of emotions hidden under your sensitive shell is staring you right in the eyes. empty, like a doll.

"toji?" you squeak, earning another stab of toji's cock into your gushing cunt, "toji!"

"i'm 'ere, doll," toji says, though it seems a bit untrue, and his pace quickens too fast, right before your eyes. he's losing himself in his mind and in the feeling of how tightly you squeeze around him when you panic.

break for me. please.

he's begging.

toji can feel how badly you want it, how much you want him to lose control over you. his porcelain doll.

he knows that underneath your glass skin, you're just like him.

he knows it.

[therapyandprozac]

Title: Daddy

Rating: Explicit Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink ofc, Edging, Teasing, Praise kink, Toys, Light BDSM

Words: 1.2k

I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish! (is there a word for this?)

Posted before I could think too much about it 🙈 enjoy ☺️

“Can we talk about something?”

“Yes, love!” He smiles and focuses his attention on you. You blush, you’ve been practicing this conversation in your head for days but you still instantly turn bright red. Doing everything to avoid eye contact you cover your face with your hands. “Wow baby, look at that blush!” He says pulling your arms away from your face, you pull them back to you. However, he’s substantially stronger than you are and easily exposes your face. “What is it?” A huge smile crosses his face.

“I umm,” you start. He guides you to taking a few breaths and staring at the couch. “Well, we’ve been together for a while. We’ve talked about and have done…stuff…” You feel yourself turn into a tomato again as he smirks.

“We have indeed done ‘stuff.’” He laughs.

“What do you want me to call you?” You ask, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What do you mean love?” He asks, trying to understand your vague question.

“Like umm, like daddy or sir or something.” You pause and he stays quiet. Your heart races and you jump into a mini rant. “I just the last time we-, you were very…I don’t know...in character and I wanted to call you a title but I didn’t know which of them, if any, you wanted.” You rattle off incredibly fast before being abruptly stopped by the softest lips you’ve ever felt. A familiar feeling of the anxiety of finishing the question, waves away like a rolling tide, the only thing you needed was for him to respond.

“That,” His voice is deep in an almost growl as he continues. “Is an excellent question. No need for blushes or hiding, you can ask me anything without worry, my love.” He cups your cheek. “Which do you prefer?” He asks, his voice coated in velvet. You blush even deeper and look back at the couch quickly. He raises an eyebrow and repeats the question. You don’t answer, way too embarrassed. He waits a few beats before continuing “Would it help if I told you my favorite?” He whispers against your mouth.

You nod rubbing your nose against his. His pupils flutter as he leans forward and bites your ear gently. “Daddy.” He growls. His voice has a that sultry gravel that he only gets when he’s about to fuck you until you can’t walk. You moan and grind against nothing. He takes that as a sign and grabs you so you’re straddling him.

“You’re so hot when you’re too embarrassed to talk. You talk to people for a living, doll.” He nuzzles and kisses your neck as a blush covers your chest and cheeks. “But when you’re here…with me. You can barely put two words together.” You reach your hand down and palm him through his jeans, his breath quickens and he groans.

“Bed?” You whimper. He nods and follows you up the stairs to your room. Stripping along the way, once you get to the room you’re both completely naked. He pushes you against the door, he puts his thigh between your legs for you to grind against. You moan and whisper “Please…daddy,”

“Yes?” He says as if you aren’t coming undone on his leg.

“Please fuck me, god I need you.”

“As you wish.” He says and tosses you on the bed before he kneels in front of your glistening pussy. He gently runs his tongue up the entirety of your cunt. He toys with your clit making you squirm and beg for more. Quick flicks and slow licks, you love how he takes his time and savors every gasp and whine. He slowly puts two long, thick fingers inside, you groan and roll your hips. He plays your body perfectly massaging your g spot and clit with his thumb. All the while taking each of your hands and cuffing them to the bed. He brings you so close with rhythmic, well practiced precision before rapidly pulling his fingers out of you.

“Nope not yet,” he stands up, licking his fingers and smirking. “I am quite proud of you.” He opens a box with a ribbon on it and pulls out a big pink…something. He’s far away but all questions resolve when you hear the vibrations. He turns around delicately playing with the shaking, not so delicate object in his hands as he continues.

“I’m sure that question was burning in your brain for a while, wasn’t it.” You nod. “I can’t hear you, my sweet thing.” He says in a gentle sing-songy voice (think moriarty) as he walks slowly toward you.

“Way too long.” You whimper, already a desperate mess.

“I can hear you pacing, in the elevator at work…” He steps closer and massages the rumbling toy in his hand.

“You mumble under your breath, rehearsing it in the tub, the car…maybe even our last few times.” You instantly blush so deeply. “Hmm that looks like a yes.” You go to cover your eyes but you're stopped by the cuffs.

“Was daddy your favorite too?” You nod frantically with needy groans. Watching his hands get closer to your cunt, he stops and turns the vibratior off.

“Why?” You whine.

“There’s your beautiful voice!” He exclaims. “When I ask you questions,” he runs his fingers gently up from your legs, across your stomach, between your tits and up your neck, placing it finally and firmly to the side of your head to balance himself steadily above you.

“It’s because I want to hear your answers, doll.” He leans in and rests just above your lips, you feel his breath on your lips. “So I ask again, what was your favorite one?” He whispers, the faint minty and familiar feeling of him talking into your mouth washes over you. You smile under his lips and gather all of the brat and (something)) energy you’ve pent up, sass laced tongue and with direct eye contact.

“Daddy.” The smugness falls from your face when you hear the vibratior turn on. A dark and twisted semi sadistic smile covers his face. He breathes in the moment time feels stopped while he looks you over. Light perspiration and pleading eyes, he loves teasing and gentle mind games with his desperate little plaything.

“Mmm, that's my girl.” His voice runs across gravel as he pins the toy to your clit. You cry out and immediately hold your breath to silence yourself. “Breathe baby!” You gasp and when you catch your breath you muffle yourself again and groan under your voice.

“For the love of,” he pulls the toy away and you whine. He taps your clit with the device making a rhythm of whines and groans spill from you. He goes on too long just teasing and taunting…edging you. He hasn’t edged you in so long.

“Oh god yes please, more daddy please please!!”

“Yes, beautiful sweetheart,” he whispers and bites your ear lobe, continuing his tormenting of your clit. You moan and pant heavily, after one deep breath and turning the vibrator to its max setting, you’re so so close, teetering on the edge until he groans against your ear. “Cum for me, my sweet girl.” Your brain snaps and you cum loudly with your nails digging into his skin a little of his blood runs under your nails. You nearly wail as the first orgasam of a very long night rips through your body.

[priyajoyyy]

Glinda the good witch x her Minime!reader ✨🩰

slight elphaba x reader 🍏

Reader is galindas latest project at shiz, but she gets awfully jealous when people try to take what’s hers.

Gone down a wizard of oz rabbit hole since I watched wicked and it’s made me spawn back onto tumblr to write 🤩

Hope you all like this little concept for a Galinda fic!!

Definitely expect more on the future.

No warnings or spoilers!!

Minime!reader who is galindas carbon copy, latest protégé, who follows her around the academy like a lost puppy.

Minime!reader who wants to be a sorceress just like glinda.

Minime!reader who has pretty hair that Galinda likes to play with and style like she was a doll.

Glinda who styles it the same as her own so they match.

Minime!reader who gets dressed up in the latest outfits and dresses Galinda finds for her.

Minime!reader who is practically galindas favourite little doll.

Minime!reader who doesn’t share a room with Galinda but has her own little section for when she stays the night.

Galinda who doesn’t like others playing with her toys, even when she’s practically neglecting them when price fiyero arrives, and is seeing green (pardon the pun) when she sees Minime!reader with elphaba.

Minime!reader who doesn’t really understand what she’s done wrong as she watches, wide eyed, as Galinda rants and pauses in front of her sat on the bed in galindas room.

Galinda who is seathing when elphaba interrupts her rants by entering their room. And is even madder when she sees the two of you smile at each other!!

Minime!reader who gets completely caught up in the two witches rivalry, Galinda keeping her as far as she can for elphaba, and elphaba trying her best to win you over to annoy the girl.

Glinda who gets beyond furious when she finds out you’ve been talking to elphaba about magic.

Minime!reader who maybe even joins in the lessons with Madame morrible??

And Imagine during what is this feeling and it’s just them arguing and using you to do so 😭

The rest of shiz getting mad at elphaba for “stealing” you from Galinda while youre just unaware in your lesson with her.

Galinda who makes Minime!reader stay in her room often because she doesn’t like her sharing with anyone but her…

And glinda who gets her parents to complain to have you moved to the room next to hers it would have been in her own but elphaba was already in there.

Glinda who drags Minime!reader to the ozdust with her and fiyero.

Minime!reader who would rather spend the night in her room than sit watching glinda and fiyero flirting in front of her. (Jelly?)

But Galinda who makes her come anyway.

And Minime!reader who’s beyond happy when Galinda stands up for elphaba and she can stop being stuck inbetween the two of them.

[icarusredwings]

Baby Eveyln small update

Tw: Mentions of miscarriage, child loss, voices, mental illness, argueing.

Logan is starting to get worried. A little too worried. Some of the things he is saying make far too much sense, the way he holds the baby, becoming way too serious to be simply coping. If anything, Evelyn was making him cope less, forcing him to spend most of his time with her, taking her to the park, taking her to the store, and even to work. It was getting to the point where Eve was "crying" during class and began to freak out some of the students.

"..but.. Mr. Wade.. she's a toy."

"She's crying!"

The silence was loud to them, but not to Wade, who was now on paid suspension for two weeks to try to settle his mental state but now Wade couldn't even sleep without the doll. He didn't laugh as much anymore. He didn't take many merc jobs anymore. Hell- he didn't want to take any jobs at the moment, even bringing up the idea of being a stay at home dad. This, of course caused an argument.

"Wade, you cant be a stay at home dad if we don't have any kids! If you want to take a break thats fine, but you can't use her as an excuse, shes... shes plastic, honey. You need to realize that. Shes not real. You are making the crying on your own."

"I'm not! An-and she IS crying!"

"All she does is cry apprently! It's not healthy, Wade. Something is wrong!"

"She laughs too! S-she giggles at me! It's real! I-i can hear it!" He cries, still holding the doll in his arms, yelling back like a tired mother in a Drama who just found out her husband was cheating.

"If you don't want to be part of this family.. t-Then don't! Leave us alone! Go! She dosn't need a father like you anyway!" He screams, wearing nothing but his silk nightie robe and a pair of boxers... storming off into their room.

Slamming the door..

So, It leads him to consult an expert in Wade's manic depressive episodes. Vanessa. Wade mentioned them both taking parenting classes to see if they were ready for a kid but the way Wade was describing it... there may have already been one.. Infact that's why he called her here.

At first, he pitter pattered around the subject. Lightly implying, and then beat around the bush, beating the bush finally when she ignored the question, acting as if she hadn't heard. Logan knew already by her avoidance, but he needed her to confirm. To be sure.

"Were you... ever pregnant?..while with Wade, I mean.." It's a whisper, in the corner of some run down diner. He had bought her a piece of strawberry short cake and a coffee in hopes to soften things over, he himself a coffee and buttered pancakes.

"What? No.. why would you think that?" She says, but looks away, quickly taking a drink of her coffee, looking longingly out the window.

"...Ness.."

She glances at him with such wide eyes, frowning. "What is it, Logan?"

"I won't tell him." He states, watching as she swallows, looking around before whispering.

"...It would destroy him."

That's what Logan thought. An internal sigh washed over him as he glances down at the table. "I know.. but with Eve-"

"That stupid babydoll he carries around to torture me with? What about her?" She grunts, by now her eyes teary, begining to look at the ceiling, clearly angry that she couldn't have what she wanted, and yet Wade could play with the doll.

Ooh... that made sense as to why Vanessa wouldn't play mommy and daddy with him. His brows crease upwards, head lowering as he looks at her with such sympathy. "Yeah....Why didn't you tell me? I can put her up when you visit.. so.. It's not as painful..."

"He can't know. No one can know. If he found out, he'd-" Her throat tightens, cutting off as she took a deep breath, now staring at him in his eyes, serious and biting her tounge.

"...Promise me."

"I won't tell him... I promise." Taking a napkin, he passed it to her. "I just.. I need to know what's going on so I can get him help. By helping me, you're helping him." He whispers, letting things sit like that for a while, silently starting to eat his food, waiting patiantly.

Finally, Vanessa took a breath. "Don't let this be for nothing.."

"I won't...Do you know if anyone else could possibly-"

Vanessa gave him a glare. One that said 'Ive been engaged to this bastard for 10 years and you think he has a kid with someone else?'

So Logan nodded. "Got it."

But now this leads Logan to wonder... Did Wade deserve to know? It was his kid afterall...

[zigrethsnotebook]

[VAMPIRE KISS]

Stan x Reader

words: 740

tags: sfw, fluff, suggestive

Summerween in Gravity Falls. Mabel and Dipper went out trick-or-treating while you and Stan stayed back in the Shack. Stan had made it his mission to scare all the kids that would ring at his door tonight. Soon enough there was a ring at the door and a group of kids stood before Stan. He had his best Vampire costume on and managed to scare them off. Most of them anyway.

Two kids stayed behind, claiming he wasn’t scary enough. And thus ensued a series of shenanigans that led to Stan upping the stakes every time he opened the door. That is until the kids showed him what actually scared them - a cheap jumpscare video. You thought it was silly but Stan felt defeated and you decided to cheer him up.

“Oh, come on, Stan. You’re a scary man!” You grinned at him, but Stan didn’t agree with you. “No! I’ve lost my juice. I’m just… boring now.” You stepped closer to him and put your hand on his belly through the hole in his top that Waddles had ripped into it. “Don’t say that. Why don’t you put that vampire costume back on and I’ll show you just how scary you are?”

When Stan saw the smirk on your face he cheered up a little. “You better mean it, doll.” He gave you a kiss on the forehead and walked back to his bedroom, changing again. Stan quickly put the costume on and went to look for you.

You were standing in the kitchen, enjoying some Soda and looking out the window. Stan walked up and hugged you from behind. In a silly accent he whispered in your ear. “You shouldn’t be here in my castle, little lady. Don’t you know that dangerous creatures call these walls their home?” He nuzzled his face into your neck as you chuckled.

You turned around in his arms to face him. “No, good sir. Please, tell me what I should look out for.” Stan smirked at you, showing off his plastic fangs. “Well, the most dangerous beast in here is the mighty Vampire.” He leaned in closer, his eyes darkening. “He will sink his fangs into your neck and suck you dry.”

“Oh, no! That would be such a terrible fate.” You placed the back of your hand on your forehead for dramatic effect. “What does this beast look like?” Stan all but purred at you, leaning closer to your neck. “He looks a lot like me…”

With that he let his plastic fangs graze your neck, making you gasp, both for the scene and a little as a genuine reaction to the new sensation. He carefully placed them on your skin, pressing them into your neck slightly but not enough to actually hurt you.

You gave out a sound somewhere between a moan and a fake cry of pain. This spurred Stan to go on, now placing his lips to your neck and sucking lightly, surely leaving a hickey behind. You felt something drip down your neck in the spot he was playing with but you didn’t pay any mind to it.

A scream rang out in the kitchen. No, two screams. You and Stan quickly parted and looked at the source. It was the two kids he couldn’t scare before, now screaming in terror. “He wasn’t lying - he is a vampire!” “Run!” And with that the two kids ran back out of the house again, leaving their bags of candy in the kitchen doorway.

How they found their way into the house in the first place was a mystery to you, but you also didn’t care as you saw Stan’s delighted expression. “Yes! Still got it.” You laughed at his reaction to the situation. “See! I told you. Be proud of yourself, love.” You grabbed him and kissed him properly this time, the fangs tickling your lips as you did so.

When you pulled back you felt some sticky residue on your lips and you raised your hand to wipe it away in confusion. When you looked at your hand it came back bright red. Stan grinned at you. “Fake blood! Pretty good, huh? I think the bit on your neck really sold it to those kids.” You laughed together and decided to keep the little drop of blood as a part of your costume for the rest of the night, snacking on the sweets the kids had left you.

[writingsofwesteros]

Fluffy Imagine<3

Hera being attached to the hip with Aegon after the war. She is never without him, attending his meetings and even sleeping in his bed. She can hardly interact with others, too afraid of anyone who isn’t her daddy or grandmother. The only problem is that the baby girl can’t sleep in like her daddy, laying in bed with her toys while her father snores away and his handmaiden cleans his room. After a while she’d get used to her father’s handmaiden, the little princess asking her to braid her hair after waking up with messy curls like her father. It’s a little routine they’d build, quietly playing with her dolls and giggling at the kings snores. Finally, it’d be one of those rare days the king wakes up early, silently watching his little girl happily play with another person who wasn’t him or Alicent. It’s be at that moment Aegon would choose to remarry, not caring of her status but of Hera’s happiness too.

!!!!!!!

I ADORE THAT SO MUCH!! OMG! THE CUTENESS !

Sweet lovely Hera deserves the world of happiness thank you very much.

And of course she has her father's curls, they are such a mess on the pillows just like Aegon's are.

I love that its canon Aegon just sleeps all the morning away, bless the baby boy.

They did not notice the King watching them as the two girls giggled to each other before Hera placed herself on the handmaiden's lap as the fresh fruit was now being eaten

[lemongrasstea1677]

A Prince to Your Princess Act.

Yan!Subaru x Fem!Reader/MC

"Misery loves company but it hates similarity"

< warnings: pushover!reader/mc, minor scene of JinxMC/Reader, white knight syndrome, mentions of confinement and stockholm syndrome, >

||•||

A princess.

that's how i would describe her, a Cinderella willing to help anybody and everybody out the kindness of her heart, a princess who runs around solving the problems of her nonexistent kingdom seemingly to take a look more of a servant rather than a honored model, but that what make her a princess in my eyes.

Kind,

Beautiful,

Helpful,

Caring with a noble heart.

she is the embodiment of the word princess herself, telling her this might make her see it as a compliment and try to deny it but in all honesty all i see is her playing that role, a role she was forced to play.

a princess meant to be saved and cared for but yet it's so opposite of how the supposedly princes treat her. it feels like as if she doesn't care how they treat her, how they see her, how much harm they do to her.

she will take it all, without complains.

even if they touch her, even if they hurt her, even if they abuse her. it doesn't matter to her as long she find herself useful for them.

i know that she is a tool in her own eyes.

It's a bit sickening to watch her be like that.

she could be talked down to, pulled somewhere rather harshly and forcefully, touched without her consent and yet...

....yet she smiles through it, saying sorry if she disagrees and anger them, she will apologize to who apparently she had done wrong to.

she trips to the ground, hard jagged rocks bruising the soft skin of her hands as he starts to walk away.

at those times i find myself walking up to her whenever she had these confrontations, at these moment i try to make myself innocent and harmless in her eyes, as it is my plan to earn her trust as well like i do to others.

i, too perform an act, playing my role of a caring friend worried for the princess who have no one to rely to at the moment

yes, i am a kind shoulder she can lean on, she can cry on, she can find comfort on, it is my role in this play. she have to seek my comfort because she is meant to find it from me, i offer my hand for her to take

but take she doesn't,

instead she runs after to the person she tries so hard to please, trying to catch up to them, to ask what she did wrong and how to fix it.

she doesn't need your reassurance.

she refuses to let me play my role, denying me to give my lines and scene.

i was left alone standing with my hand still reached out to the princess i am supposed to lend a shoulder on, running after him, asking him to wait for her.

i feel a pang in my heart whenever i watch her as someone treats her harshly like this, i feel this strange emotion similar to irritation whenever someone consistently bothers me with a matter i do not care about or is part of my plan, it is that but this feeling, it's.... worser, it's a rotting infestation of termites of anger that spreads and scatters through my veins.

no, it unbefitting of me, i should be patient and wait for her to come for me at her own accord, for her to cry at me and vent those emotions.

yet she doesn't, she never comes. the tea i prepared had gone cold, the mochi in the platter was left to dry with no one to enjoy them, then it is anger.

if she knows, she will apologize, i will too, while that anger is lingering inside.

i feel anger, and she feels guilt

she says sorry even if it is not her fault,

even if they hurt her,

if her feelings does not matter to them, to me, it will not matter to her.

even if they abuse her,

she is a doll,

even if they use her, it doesn't matter.

an asset, a tool.

just like you.

no, she's genuine. a truly pitiful girl she is for seeking love to those who uses her like-

like you.

she needs me.

and finally it happened, the straw that broke tha camel's back is when I came across the scene of the captain of Frostenheim dragging her to his supposed dorm, muttering and mumbling to himself as her head is downcast, cheek red while walking behind as he tugs her hand for her to follow

it is not the fact that he is holding her hand or the way he how he is pulling that hand that triggered that feeling, that rotting irritated emotion got triggered but it was the fact she is sniffling and hiccupping behind him.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please let go of her" my voice is quite shakey but my resolve didn't falter, i stepped infront of him, stopping him from his tracks, he stops while the princess behind him halts, she didn't even look at me, she had just stop whenever he stopped walking

"I need her to do something from me, move." he tries to move away from me but i persisted on blocking him, he's not getting away by making her cry like that and taking her forcefully

"Please let go of the Honor student, Kamurai-san" i plead to him, this is not a right thing for a prince to do to his princess, he is messing up the role he's supposed to act.

"she'll be fine, hey servant, tell him." he cocked his head and looked behind him to the crying girl he had been pulling all along

"..." she is silent, hiccuping for a bit and then taking a deep breath.

pleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyoupleaseletmehelpyou--

"Yeah, I'll be fine, thank you for worrying Subaru-san" she finally looks up and smiling, her eyes are still red and puffy, her nose still sniffling as she tries to keep it together while looking horrible.

Oh, she needs me.

"Geez, wipe your nose, you look like a snotty crybaby" the king of Frostenheim pulls out his handkerchief and proceeds to wipe the girl's nose

"Sorry, Jin-sama. i look so messy right now" she giggles through her cries as she lets herself blow to the handkerchief.

In a normal point of view this is a perfect scene, a prince like Jin being such a gentleman to the honor student who you could compare to Cinderella, a perfect couple they could look like.

but not to me, i knew

She needs me after all.

A prince calling his princess his servant is undeserving of that title, he had enough of these men treating her like this. he had enough of her letting them do her wrong like this. but what is a man of his built up collected and calm persona supposed to do? act out in front of everybody? scream at him for mistreating her like this? yell at her to stop letting herself get used? kneel infront of her to choose me as her prince instead?

"well then, I'll see you soon Subaru-kun, come on Jin-sama, Tohma-san might be looking for you now" now she pulls him instead trying to tug him to walk forward as i move away, waving me goodbye.

i didn't fail to notice the King's icy glare shot at me before walking after her shoving his other hand in his pocket after breaking it away from her hand

A prince would never let go of the hand of his princess, or else she might get snatched up and be put in danger

a knowledge that should be engraved in his brain and stored inside that probably ice cold heart of his.

it doesn't matter, he doesn't fit that requirement anyways, i can do a better job in playing that part for her. unlike him or the men that surrounds her I'll never mistreat her, I'll never use her for my own gains, or verbally abuse her like they do in a daily, she is a princess and should be treated as one

even if i have to lock her up like the monster in those fairytales, that the princess need to be saved from.

Lyca's old cell seem to be a good place to start i just need to make sure it looks like a place a princess would be living in, a soft bed, silk sheets, a marble vanity and a dress fit for her.

she will learn to love me, and maybe, just maybe i would save her from the grace of being executed from my plan and then, both of us could watch this world burn down.

||•||

(this is my first time writing about Tokyo Debunked lol, srry if its bad)

[auntie-browning]

"Don't think me a fool, Phi. I know I can't do anything to you. You've said it well enough: I'm in your domain. Best I could probably get in would be a small nick on the cheek before getting smited by something I couldn't even wrap my neural cloud around."

She was smarter than her looks let on, it seems. Probably more on the cautious side considering what he had openly told her. Of course, that wasn't anything fun for the both of them but it seems like the only legitimate move from the doll. If the game isn't to your favor, then don't play at all.

Best mark of a soldier is to know when NOT to fight.

Of course, none of this talking wouldn't stop her from refilling his drink again. Rather attentive to her bartender role despite everything that has occured. Maybe a form of appeasement? It seems hard to say without a proper ask or gander into her mind.

"Hmm...I could leave, but why~? I don't want to~" Phi continued to sit at the bar, smirking at her as he took a sip of his liquor. "And you can't make me, you know, so what are you going to do about it?" He sets the glass down and swirls the ice. "Go ahead...take a swing if you want~"

[bluepallilworld]

After Aftermare week 2021 and Aftermare week 2022! Get ready for the 3rd edition of the event!

Aftermare week 2023!

11th of july -> 17th of july

Prompts:

✧ Day 1: blackout or illumination

✧ Day 2: discovery or lost

✧ Day 3: light or heavy

✧ Day 4: walk or run

✧ Day 5: Spring or fall

✧ Day 6: fight or flight

✧ Day 7: the end of a beginning or the beginning of a end

Now the boring part, rules!

- the ship "aftermare" is between Geno and passive/uncorrupted Nightmare. You can use the corrupted version but the 2 must have known the other before corruption <3

-you can use aus (you can even do crossovers if it tickles your funny bone :3)

- Nightmare must be adult obviously !!!!! (I'm saying that since canonly Night' had the accident when he was 6 >w<)

-there are 2 prompts for each day, you must choose one OwO/

-Ooooooor you can mix the two prompts ;). For exemple : day 4 -> "a runny walk" ; day 6 -> "fleeing fight" etc (there aren't as easy to combine as the last years since they're short :P)

-Have fun, mess around, break the rules (not the rules I'm writing here tho 'k òwó). I love seeing creativity ! Jump over days, mess with the order, find an original way to follow the prompts or just ignore them ! I dunno, collaborate if you feel like it! The prompts are more guidelines than anything :D

-only SFW please UwU

-romantic or platonic ship your choice ;)

-tag properly anything you think could bother or trigger someone, we respect others and their boundaries in this house

-don't forget to tag it as "aftermare week 2023" so people who want to avoid it can!!! (And tag me I wanna see everything) 🎉

-if you don't finish on time no worries, you can still participate just late :D

If you're going to participate or are just interested by the event, don't hesitate to give this post a reblog ÙwÚ👍

Or to ask questions if you have some ;3 (in dms)

------------------------------------------------------------

Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Nightmare belongs to @/jokublog

------------------------------------------------------------

Almost forgot to tag my fellow aftermare goblins @dragon-tamer-1 and @shinechermont :)

The drawing without the prompts (phone drawing with my fingers go brrrr XD)

[dammarchy211]

It’s so funny to me that Dr. 0 is consciously and purposefully based off/inspired by Rusty Venture

Because Rusty is an asshole and demeans nearly if not everyone around him.

Meanwhile Old World Blues is like this

[non-newtonian-id]

this is complete insanity on my part because i thought about PIDW!Shang Qinghua a little too much but

he and PIDW!Mu Qingfang were in love. to me.

they never actual got together before og!sqh died but there was mutual pining happening

trust, i spoke to airplane himself (<- guy being delusional about two double fictional characters (characters that are fictional within a factional setting))

[bumblingbabooshka]

Time Travel Episode: Bright, Warm People. [Patreon | Ko-fi]