#squelsh

[squelsh]

You reblogged a post from an artist who makes content of NSFW stuffed animals, just letting you know in case you didn't realize

anon i assure you that i knew i was looking at the having sex with stuffed animals art blog

[bobisnotaperson]

hey can you pass the slop

eyeah ere u go

[weezer-blog]

*Shudders* P-Pat Wilson in his long hair era

[wazzappp]

Hey since I think Khaji Da can move its legs, what if it can still move them a little inside of Jaime’s body? Not much, bc its main body is anchored to his spine, and the tips of its legs are attached to… something or other, I suck at anatomy, but what if the mid section of its legs are capable of moving a little. Not much, but enough that Jaime can feel it, similar to the squelsh-y feeling of someone taking their two fingers and firmly pressing them straight on into the squishy flesh between the shoulder blades and dragging them down. It feels kinda like the muscle/tendon/fat/whatever there is squished between the bone, getting forced one way or another by the pressure. Like not painfully, it’s just a really really weird sensation. That’s what it feels like when the scarab shifts its legs, bc the muscle/tendons/whatever are rubbing against and being forced to move by the leg. Idk why it would want to move its legs, unless they can get stiff like human limbs, but anyway, I think that’d be some fun body horror.

And Jaime’s response, like a cat cheese test type response.

Oh my god yesssSSSSSSSSSS

In my back diagrams that I've shared before I had four of khajis legs with two attaching muscles/tendons each, and the two middle legs wrapping around the spine. One for the 'knucle' and one for the end of the leg itself (its baaaaaaaaackkk!!)

I did this specifically so it would be harder to remove Khaji but if they DID squirm. Oh god. It would be like the weirdest cramp ever.

These would be entirely synthetic nerves that are primarily connected to Khaji and NOT Jaime's nervous system. These are not necessarily his muscles, but Khaji's muscles (its all THEIR muscles of course but. you see the complication here. Jaime isn't used to reaching into Khaji da's mind and pulling, but Khaji was built just to do that.). It would be like a leg cramp that didn't hurt. The muscle is flexing entirely out of your control, you can TRY and force it to stop but theres no real guarantee.

I'm thinking now about a situation where Khaji gets nervous and just. Readjusts themselves with a little wiggle to wrap those middle legs a little tighter around Jaime's spine. 'MY host. You wont seperate us. Ever. Under any circumstances. Im firmly attatched and you cant get me out. Just try and we will reduce you to a fine red mist'

Its sort of sweet! In that kind of. Mildly Fucked Up posessive/aggressive/obsessive way that I'm a really big fan of lmao.

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ plus only.

I am not a Bad Omens fan (good music no doubt but not my vibe) BUT my best friend is and this is for them.

Enjoy, my guyliest of all dudes

@eddie-spagheddie

(btw ^^^ this is my soulmate. Otherwise, I would have no idea who these people are)

His hand touched your face, brushing over your cheekbones and lining your lip with his thumb. He watched your eyes, watched the tears at the corners and the red over your nose. You were beautiful, a masterpiece he doesn’t deserve. 

“My Little One.” He traced where his cock disappeared inside you, your lips stretched to fit him. His fingers touched the spit spilling outside of your mouth. It’s wet, warm, pooling around his cock. He can feel you swallow every few beats. It made his stomach tighten, his knees shake. 

“My darling,” You blinked, shoulders loose, hands curled around your thighs with nails digging into your skin, “Come here.” 

Noah slid his hand down your throat, catching your chin as you let go, and he pulled you up. Your lips leaving wet kisses to cover his ribs, his chest, the edge of his jaw. It burns him, sending aches deep into his bones where you rest inside him. The longing in your eyes was more than he could ever ask for, yet there it was. 

That full trust looking back at him. 

“Hello.” He smiles, shifting as you climb into his lap. You scoot closer until he shoves backwards and you’re able to wrap your legs around his thighs. 

“Hello.” The taste of him on your tongue takes his breath away. This echoing feeling that bleeds across his skin and buries itself deep. Your hands move over his chest, following the ink of tattoos over his ribs. The way you tilt your head drags him up as he grips your hair. 

Your fingers wrap around his cock. 

“My beautiful little one.” He licks the corner of your mouth and moves his hands around your neck. The pull of your throat beneath his palm jumped when his fingers tighten. 

The way your mouth opens to gulp for air is mesmerizing, beautiful, your eyes clouded over in a haze. You’re giving yourself to him, all of you, every piece that fits alongside his. He feels the stroke of your hand like it’s far away from his body, lost in the cosmos. He feels your pulse, your body, the heat of your breath on his lips. Noah feels you.

Then he feels all of you as sink down, down, down — the feeling an electric shock to his system. His limbs shake all over, watching you stretch around his cock — seeing the roll of your eyes. It’s like a drug. It gives him life.

“What did I do?” He touches your lips, follows the curve of them, lets your tongue lick the pad of his fingers, “To deserve you.” A smile curves your mouth, bringing the edges up where he rubs along the surrounding crinkle.

“Open.” You do, his fingers slipping inside as he flexes the hand around your neck. A groan vibrates his fingers and you jerk your hips over him.   

Noah looked down, eyes heavy, “Gorgeous.” You wanted to laugh, but he squeezes, one tight squeeze that makes you shiver. 

He hears the squelsh when he moves you over him. Slick. Wet. All for him. “No-” You moan around his fingers.

“Baby.” One push and he slides inside, feeling you wrap around him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your throat clicking beneath his hand 

The push and pull drags you into a rhythm. He loves every inch of you, the taste sweat at your temples and feels you in the drop of your hips. 

Your eyes are open, hooded, looking back at as he fucks into you. Drool spills out around his fingers, soaking them, your tongue pressing against them. He can feel swallowed, remembering the way you’d choke around him. 

Every part of you is amazing. 

Addictive. 

Something he wants to lose himself inside of — getting drunk on your screams. 

You moan again, deep, groaning around him and all he wants to do is drive into you. He wants to watch your eyes roll into the back of your skull. 

“Fuck,” He pulls his fingers out, sliding them down your neck, “Being inside you, baby,” You gasp when he thumbs your nipple. Hitching your chin as he twists the nub and fucks into you. 

“Good.” It’s garbled, hoarse as you gasp out. 

Noah feels you clench, feels you drop onto his cock and drag yourself over his stomach. 

“Are you going to come?” He thrusts up, deep, pulling out enough to feel you drag him back in. 

“I would,” You grit your teeth as his hips slow, “If you’d move faster.” His hand leaves your chest. He pulls your knee up, slides closer to you and cages you in.

“Gladly.”

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[theelectricdreamsofddx]

@squelsh insisted this thing was a nail and after being told it was a screwdriver in the group chat for several minutes it sent this

[byuntrash101]

being sandwiched between minseok & baekhyun after they’ve just got done finishing a show 😖 lord have mercy

oh my g- sdklsldkslkmdskmdklds

this checks all of the boxes!!!! the original muscle daddy + the orignal slut (baekhyun is a whore i just know it) is THE combo.

god damn i almost passed out writing this... im 🥵🥵🥵

tags: double penetration (vaginal and anal), sweat kink (typical me because im nasty like that), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, getting caught kink, dirty talk

You have no choice but to claw at Baekhyun's back as Minseok slips his thick member inside you by the only hole still available. The two men holding you up in the air, you wrap your legs around Baekhyun's waist as the two men hover you above their hard and dripping cocks. You don't know if you'll be able to keep quiet for long given how good and full you feel from front to back.

But it seems like the boys notice your struggle and Baekhyun wraps his pretty hand around your mouth the muffle your little whimpers of pleasure.

"Be quiet baby" he whispers in your ear as you feel him slowly pull out of you, making your wet cunt gush out and produce lewd squelshing noises. "We don't want the manager to find out you're letting us use your body like this right baby girl?"

"You could definetely lose your job over this you know" Minseok adds. And you shook your head in horror to the idea. Being a makeup artist was your calling but what you were most afraid of right now was to lose the opportunity to be squeezed between the two men like you have been countless times.

After a show they always needed a way to relieve tension and what better way than to fuck their favourite little cock sleeve stupid until you can't think straight or walk for days?

"Fuckkkk" you whisper as Baekhyun lets his hand slip from your mouth to your throat. Pushing his dick back into your throbbing cunt. Just as Minseok pushed himself inside your little rim.

"You're clenching so hard baby" Minseok moans in your ear as his sweaty chest is pressed on your bare back. "You want my cum that bad?" he chuckles picking up the pace.

"Yes!" you gasp. "Yes please cum inside me" you beg.

"What a little cum hungry whore you are" Baekhyun says as you catch a bead of sweat running down his long neck. You wrap your lips around his collarbone licking the sweat all the way up his ear. The bitter taste fills your head making you forget about everyhting that is not them their two cocks rubbing against each other inside you right now.

Baekhyun smashes his hips inside you, setting the pace and Minseok follows also adopting the unfirgiving pace.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" you squeak trying to make as little noise as possible, immediatly biting Baekhyun's neck to keep yourself from screaming.

"Cum on both our dicks, baby" Baekhyun urges as his hips start to stutter.

Your worn out little pussy and shapeless asshole start to pulse around their cocks as you reach your climax. And it's the last straw for them. Your orgasming holes milk them dry, draining their balls to the last drop of precious cum that is over flowing your holes and dripping down the dark changing room's floor as you uncontrollably shake in their arms, eyes rolled back, breath short and toes curled. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you spray your cum in a powerful stream completely soaking the two men before your body goes limp.

"I'm so glad we get to do this all over again tomorrow" Baekhyun says, zipping his soaked pants up.

"I'm taking her pussy tomorrow!" Minseok concludes

a/n: almost did not survive this.

[squelsh]

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[bobisnotaperson]

trick or

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you get: crystal creature

[blkkizzat]

omg…i just saw the ask from the last anon you posted and LORD HAVE MERCY i need otaku gojo so bad 😫 part 2 def needs some face sitting!! that man would go insane over it 💅

oh thats big tea. ooo! ooo! or like in the sex dungeon where he has you suspended wrists cuffed and chained up, bar between your ankles the exact length to keep your legs perfectly spread while you are on your knees. immobilized and hoping your cries that its 'too much' eventually followed by your safeword reach his ears over the insane squelshing of your cunt as he mindlessly feasts...

lmfao wut? y'all gotta stop im supposed to be thinking of choso rn 😭

[jyoongim]

Daddy

“What?” Shigaraki looked at her with wide red eyes in disbelief.

y/n blushed in embarrassment. She really didnt want to say it again. She had been trying to muster up the courage to even request such a thing. ‘wanting to have his little look-a-likes was not an easy feat’

Looking down shyly, and kicking at fake dust, she swallowed the big lump in her throat and repeated “I-I want a baby…again” she bite her lip and peeked up at him through her lashes. He was just staring at her. She started to panic “I mean at least I wanted to at least discuss it Tomu, s/n had been asking…” He was on his feet and backing her into the counter of the kitchen, hand grabbing her face roughly. His eyes were dark crimson and blown out, he searched her face for something, for what y/n didnt know but he looked so good.

Squeezing slightly at her throat, Shigaraki brought his lips to her ear and brawled “fine”. With that they were headed towards the bedroom, shigaraki mouth crashed on her and immediately she kissed him back; her clothes were already gone before she even hit the soft mattress of the bed. “Tomu-what-oh!” a moan ripped out of her throat as he spread her soft thighs and licked a strip from her whole to her clit. He hummed as he switched between kissing, sucking, and teasing her clit.

 Y/n was a moaning mess. “you - oh-you didnt want to talk about -Ah!” Shigaraki looked up at her from between her thighs and finally settled with toying her with his fingers. “You wanted another brat, what is there to discuss?” He slapped the head of his dick against her and sighed “Plus I like seeing you pregnant with my child” and pushed in. A sharp gasp,eyes crossing, a squeal passed her lips at the sensation of being full. She gave a whimper as he began to thrust. His pace was rough, but slow and y/n was in heaven. Taking in her dazed expression, Shigaraki smirked down at her as the squelshing sounds of her wetness started to echo,

“I been wanting to fuck another baby in you for awhile now” he brawled in her ear. She tightened around him. “But since you asked so nicely ill give you what you want” hands pushed her thighs up into her chest, using her calves as leverage he slammed his hips into hers. “Hngh-AH…Tomu please!” she was going crazy with pleasure. Groaning at the feel of gummy walls sucking him in, shigaraki flipped them over to y/n being on top.

Watery eyes ang flushed cheeks looked at him in shock, he smirked at her and nudged his hips up to move her, as he cupped  her face. “You’re gonna have to work for that baby babe, how bad you want it?”  she whined and slowly started to move her hips “I want it tomu please please i wanna baby, i wanna make you a daddy, put a baby in me tomu” y/n had set a fast pace and was supporting herself on his thighs. The sight of her creamy cunt milking him was enough to have shiagarki grip her hips and drill into her from the bottom. With a choked moan, y/n collapsed against his chest as her orgasm ripped through her. Shigaraki was still slamming into her chasing after his release, he pulled her head to bring her lips to his in a sloppy kiss and with a groan he bottomed out, releasing his cum right into y/n womb. After softening up, he slipped out and snickered at y/n flushed face and tucked her into his chest. “He’s gonna wanna sleep with us, the brat never sleeps in his bed for too long” y/n looked at him sleepily and before she could give him a snarky remark, a tiny knock sounded from the door, and a little black-haired boy with familar red eyes opened the door with teary eyes “Mama” he waddled towards the bed and began to climb up. He was still sleepy so once in y/n arms, he slipped right back to sleep. Shigaraki scoffed “You spoil him too damn much” as y/n tucked the child in. Shigaraki reached over and brought the two close; “A girl next” he said with a sleepy gruff. Y/n laughed lightly “Tomu thats not how that works you know” he huffed in her ear “guess well keep trying then wont we?” and bit her ear lightly, before closing his eyes as sleep took over. “Tomura!” he just smiled. Shigaraki actually enjoyed being a daddy but he wont tell y/n that.

[corrupted-fae-king]

Fate.

Yes.

That's what it is.

Fate.

That's what it's always been.

Hasn't it?

Elder Faerie can't tell anymore, the pain coursing through his frail body as he sobs doesn't seem much like fate to him...

It seems more like a curse.

...But what's the difference between fate, and a curse?

"There isn't one."

The voice that greets the fae king is sudden, but familiar, as he looks up at the source in front of him, standing before the silver tree.

...The face he sees, is none other than his own.

A fragment of himself, torn off moments before he became Elder Faerie.

A fragment that was placed into the silver tree, to keep the beasts in check.

To keep him in check.

"...You..."

"Me."

Their voices are sour in equal turn, they can hardly hear themselves over the rushing of their own jam in their ears.

"YOU!"

The fae king's voice grows volatile, loud, angry.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"...Is it, now?"

"IF YOU HAD NEVER- IF WE HAD NEVER-"

"We."

...The fragment was right.

This was their fault, both of them.

Moonflower stared down at Elder Faerie, his expression unwavering as he watched his own self claw at the dirt beneath his fingers, weep angrily at their circumstances.

"We caused this, we started this."

"We took that sword and we plunged it-"

Crash.

Moonflower, now on his back, wings spread out behind him, is pressed against the roots of the silver tree.

The fae king's sword is just barely short of a few inches away from the fragment's face.

"SHUT UP!"

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK YOU-"

"Copy?"

Moonflower can't help but narrow his eyes as Elder Faerie goes quiet.

"...We're cowards."

"You're a coward."

He can see the change in his other half's eyes, the slitted pupils forming against teary irises.

He can see the anger rising.

The fragment can only watch, watch as the fae king pries his sword from the roots of the silver tree, and raises it up.

"...You want to speak of what we did to him?..."

"THEN I'LL DO EXACTLY WHAT WE DID TO HIM, TO YOU!"

There's a loud, harsh, squelsh, before a pained scream echoes through the empty kingdom.

Lodged into Moonflower's chest, Elder Faerie's sword, prism energy surging through the multicolored blade, spreading across the fragment's form with a sizzling sound.

Plip.

Plop.

The sound of jam, dripping from Elder Faerie's chest, a wound in the same place he stabbed this fragment of the past.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

He can barely hear Moonflower's laughter over the ring of rushing jam in his ears...it's melancholic.

Bittersweet.

...How could it still laugh?

As it withered away?

As it's body crumbles, turning to life powder right beneath Elder Faerie's knees.

Life powder that rose, swirling around it's original owner in a dusty cascade.

It was almost a beautiful sight, to watch it wash over the faerie's wings as they spread apart behind him, the patterns on those beautiful butterfly wings changing.

Shifting.

Tears still stream from the fae king's face, hitting gently against the ground beneath him.

His eyes sting with a searing pain, but it's not because of the salty tears.

No.

The slitted pupils, still present in his eyes despite the calm that has washed over him, those are the cause.

The air was still.

Stiff.

As Elder Faerie rose to his trembling feet, bringing up a shaky hand to his face.

Was he really still Elder Faerie?

Was he Moonflower?

. . .

He didn't know.

He didn't want to know.

He didn't want to think that he still belonged to a name revered by so many.

"...Let the witches come."

He murmured, his voice quiet, tiny against the whirl of wind brushing through the kingdom, giving way to the storm brewing in the distant skies.

"Let them see where their creations have become."

His voice grows louder, angrier, as he pries his sword from the silver tree's roots once more.

"LET THEM SEE WHAT THEIR ACTIONS HAVE CAUSED!"

*Elder Faerie is available for asks.*

*Moonflower is no longer available for asks.*

[puhpandas]

Weak Heart and Weak Head

Gregory cant help the shudder that wracks his body when the thing grips his other arm and he can hear the squelsh of meat in-between its joints. "Wh..." It trails off, twitching and voice warbling. "Why would I hu-hurt my son?"

"Because he isn't your son."

Gregory twists his neck to look behind him at the same time the thing does, and he gasps.

Evan floats in the doorway, form shaking, but eyes hard and dark.

(Gregory meets Evans ghost during SB, and after a long night of bonding, Vanessa finally catches Gregory and brings him to The Mimic, whos mimicking Afton and thinks Gregory is his son, Evan. Evan saves him.)

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[john-kramers-left-sock]

Sawtober Day 9: Mask

Pairing: John Kramer x reader

NSFW (blood, trap stuff, it's Saw I mean come on)

(This is part 2 to my other one. I didn't realize there was a Sawtober thing so now I'm switching to it.)

“A game?” You whisper, walking towards the speaker. No wires are connected to it as if it was simply placed there without much care. You pick it up in your hands, turning the piece of cheap plastic over in your fingers. Pulling it closer, you bring it up to your ear, attempting to hear the voice better. When it doesn't speak again, your brows furrow in frustration.

You're left alone in that dark room for quite some time. The one exit is sealed shut, and there seems to be nothing else that can get you out. You sit there for what feels like an hour before a sudden click can be heard.

Looking up towards the noise, you notice a projector mounted to the ceiling. It sparks to life, the light from it shining on the wall before you. A video begins to play, casting a horrible scene before your eyes. "What the...?"

In front of you, the projector displays a video of a room. Inside, a man is lying on the ground. You assume it's Ben because of the clothes he's wearing, but it's hard to tell due to the mask on his face. While the footage is fuzzy, you can see that the mask is made out of a thick plastic with a smiley face painted on the front. There are two eye holes, showing Ben's eyes.

Once he begins to stir, Ben sits up with a groan. He looks around, attempting to pull the strange mask off his face. He winces when it doesn't come off, staying in place despite his attempts. Ben tries to shout, but it's as if the mask is keeping his lips closed. Only some muffled yells escape the man.

You watch as he wanders around the room he's trapped in, looking for some kind of exit or a way to get the mask off his face. He pauses for a moment, and you can see something dangling from the ceiling. It was hard to tell what it was from the fuzzy feed, but he grabbed it and clicked a button. A tape began to play from what you now know was a tape recorder.

"Hello, Ben. For the past five years, you have worked for a noble cause. Eight hours a day, five days a week, you clean the homes of the sick and elderly. From an outward appearance, you act caring and friendly to all those around you, but I know your secret. In the shadows, you steal from these people, taking precious items from those who have already lost so much. Deep down, you are a selfish person, using that friendly mask of yours to get what you want. Well, Ben, I want to play a game," the raspy voice spoke from the voice recorder, having the same sound as the voice from your speaker.

"You'll notice the mask superglued to your skin. This represents the friendly act you put up to steal from the most vulnerable of society. In your mouth is a bomb that will go off in approximately sixty seconds. To save your life, you will have to rip away your fake mask to stop the bomb from killing you. Live or die, the choice is yours," the voice finishes, the tape recorder turning off.

Ben panics, looking around wildly for any sort of escape. It sounds like he's attempting to beg, but no sounds can escape from the mask. After the timer starts, he runs around the room, looking for any kind of exit. He finds none, resorting to trying to break the mask. He smacks his face over and over again into the hard concrete, clawing and trying to break a hole over his mouth. It doesn't work, the plastic being too strong.

With thirty seconds on the clock, he grips each end of the mask and begins to pull. Muffled screams can be heard as he attempts to pull it away, his skin ripping from his face. Trying to peel it from the top down, he tears his flesh off, blood pooling from the open wounds. Each yank makes a sickening squelshing noise, bone, and muscle open to the outside elements.

Halfway down, he only has ten seconds left. He wrenches the mask down, exposing the mess of gore underneath. The cartilage in his nose is showing, and a horrific scream is released as it tears off his lips. With one more pull, the mask is off. Blood soaks through his clothes, drenching his skin. While some tiny patches were in tact, the flesh from his face had been ripped off. Chunks of muscle dangle from the piece of plastic, matted with the skin and flesh that coated the inside.

Ben spits the bomb from his mouth, kicking it away with only seconds left. He shields himself as it explodes from the corner, taking out some boxes and loose materials. He lay on the ground, sobbing in agony as his body shakes from pure adrenaline.

"Congradulations. You've torn away the mask that hides your real self. Only now can you face the world and be grateful for what you can really do," a voice speaks in his room, but he doesn't seem to notice. The projector suddenly turns off, leaving you in darkness again.

[cherry-exec]

*really yucky squelshing and squishing noise as he forms back into himself* I'M BACK BITCHES

[thebreadwing]

So... I, uh, took a break to study for finals and um...

WHO WANTS TO READ A C!FUNDY & Q!SLIMECICLE BONDING CROSSOVER FIC?

:D