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should I draw pete

a sketchbook dump of sorts

sorry about being off on tumblr, i'm more active on my twitter now! check it out, maybe!

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adorabs

Erm.. I’m barging in with the aftermath now

I don’t know where he got big fruit from, since she is near 800 ft. He ended up falling asleep again, at least they’re both asleep now.

@muppenthings big occccc (Keiki)

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OMG HE ANSWERED

would the eltingville boys ever commit first degree murder for a chance to meet their favorite characters?

...can I marry all of them and start a harem.....

No, not even Bill. Or Josh.

No

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love this smmmm

their oomf was the tyrannosaurus rex

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haahhsbhswhdssssdcc

You'd never known there was something listening in on your work gossip, yearning and watching from mere centimetres from where you and your coworker sat on some milk crates.

He thought you were perfect, or well it's now a he, it could be a she if you begin to show interest in such things, but it knows what kind of man you want from the breadth of his shoulders to the taper of his waist, something you called slutty as you giggled with some nobody behind your work. He'd memorize it all, from beneath your feet, under some innocent looking ally grate head listen and take it all in, waiting and eager to come above and have you.

It was easy to lure some young man into the alley way one evening, too drunk to notice the voice had no body, too eager for the offer of some quick "fun" to react fast enough to stop him. While the makeup of his body isn't acidic, he can still consume, dragging the drunk fool in his wrinkled suit into the biomass that makes him, his death is quick and of little worry as he remakes what he had given into what he knows you want.

He'd made sure it all matched, looked natural enough to hide his nature as he smoothed his newly made hands along his face, using a puddle to align everything to your overheard tastes.

He had to be perfect, he needed to be in your world and now he could.

Learning to be human was harder than he expected, the blinking, breathing, moving just enough to look alive but not too much, keeping his mouth wet and remembering that he needed to look like he was eating and drinking like everyone else did. He needed to learn before he approached you, he couldn't join the names of those other humans that you called creepy or weird for how they stared at you.

He had a good handle on it now, it took a few weeks but he knows now how to act, walking into your work he smiles and acts polite as orders a drink he knows you love, looking surprised as you off handedly mention you like it too, he thinks it is going well when you give him his cup and there is a little smiley face on the cup.

Not wanting to linger but still desperate to see you he stays in the cafe, seated perfectly to watch you through the reflection of the window.

You're perfect even now, even as he watches you scowl and get into a yelling match with some customer that had tried to throw their drink on the counter. Sighing as his cup is empty, he stands rifling through the pants he had on and fishing out a twenty, wanting over to the counter as you wipe the mess away scowling about sticky spots and messy counters, gently tapping the counter he hands over the twenty telling you the drink was fantastic and that he'll be back for another soon.

He shivers when your fingers touch his, it's a hairs breath of touch but he has touched you, he can feel his body shifting the excitement making his form waver, waving and making it look like he'll be late for something as he speeds out, stumbling into the alley as his body dissolves a puddle of pink red slime slips back down the familiar drain as he ripples with delight.

Sure he'd need another body to build back up the biomass needed to look human again, but you'd touched him! He'd felt your skin and you'd smiled at him!

May a thousand drunken fools be consumed if it means he can feel that again!

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bears are my fav animal

I was making this bear (not exactly like the pattern) and I was thinking of a cute yandere bear hybrid living in a cute little cottage with their love 💕 so cute picking flowers then another monster comes and they go maniac and kill them so sweet 🐻 wanted to see what you think of Mr bear?

Another lovely work! I can certainly see your vision. <3 Content: gender neutral reader, fluff, violence, mentions of murder

Yan!Bear!Hybrid who is the sweetest soul you’ve ever met. Despite his enormous size and imposing appearance, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Always soft-spoken, kind and caring. Easily scared and quick to stumble on his words if flustered. The discrepancy is almost comical.

Yan!Bear!Hybrid who spends his days gardening, cooking, or simply enjoying you nature. Life has been a dream ever since you decided to settle with him in his humble cottage.

Yan!Bear!Hybrid who can be so terrifying when angered. It happened within seconds. A beast sprung out of the forest, lunging at you with bared fangs. It was a courting gesture, you see. You’ve caught the eye of many creatures, to the dismay of your partner. Before you could blink, his massive claws tore into the foreign body. Tender flesh threaded away in bloody streams, and you stared in horror.

Yan!Bear!Hybrid was quick to wipe your fearful tears. Now, now, it was a necessity, you understand. The paws that murdered in wrathful haste a moment ago were now stroking your cheeks with newfound gentleness. It was for the best.

Yan!Bear!Hybrid does not play around when it comes to your safety. Your life together, in solitude, is perfect as it is. Everything else is a threat. You begin to understand why other forest dwellers avoid your home.

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i can relate #monsterfucker

I was talking to my partner and we reached the silliest idea. Hear us out: content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, mildly NSFW

Orc!Secretary who has been appointed as your new assistant. You're the CEO of the company, always busy, always on the run, thus you needed someone to follow closely behind and take over the smaller tasks.

Now, you're not quite sure who approved of this guy, because he's not...the brightest. You discovered on the first day that he can't read nor write. He's never seen a keyboard before. Doesn't know how to operate a coffee machine.

"What exactly can you do?" you ended up asking, exasperated.

Well, back home he was good at killing enemies. Now he appears to be rather skilled at pounding you senseless; let's just say you couldn't say no to his persistent courting.

Despite his atrocious administrative knowledge, therefore, you've decided to keep him. Dumbass orc secretary with a bossy Reader who needs to get laid.

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shh

Kaida nsfw (?)

How would you fuck a centaur, i mean too half of them is human buy the bottom half is horse.

And horses ar taller then humans, sooo, yhe.

And would a centar have a human coke ore a horse coke

Many q2estions

I am of the opinion that if you want a centaur, you have to be ready to deal with the horse basement. And I know y'all out there reading tender romance, but this is how I imagine such a copulation would work. I call it the flagpole, aka "putting your human on display".

Rancid NSFW under the cut!! (Featuring a crosshatch landscape by Rembrandt)

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love!

What would Yandere be like! Boyfriend with a girlfriend who is distant from him, but he finds out it's because she's planning a surprise party for him?

Oh this is such a great prompt!!

Yandere Boyfriend - Surprise Party

Yandere! Boyfriend immediately notices something is off. You tilt your phone screen away from him whenever you get a message. You go out shopping when he's away at the gym and when he gets back you've already hidden your parcels away. You whisper with your friends and grow quiet or change the subject when he gets close.

Yandere! Boyfriend hates it. But he tries very hard to be rational about it.

Yandere! Boyfriend who tries to get you to spill your secret. He'll pin you under him and pepper your neck with ticklish kisses, keeping you in place even as you squirm. His words are muffled by your skin but you can still hear the whine in his voice when he says, "Come on baby, you can tell me."

Yandere! Boyfriend who gets more and more pushy when you won't give in. His kisses turn to sharp little nips, his hands roam under your skirt and drag up your thighs. His voice drops dangerously low when he asks, "Why are you keeping secrets from me?"

Yandere! Boyfriend who has to fight himself to even let you up when you tell him to stop, that you're not hiding anything.

Yandere! Boyfriend who goes through your phone the second you're asleep. But you know what your boyfriend is like and you've covered your tracks well. He stares at the screen, his hand clenched so tightly around the device the frame almost bends. He has take several deep, slow breaths before he can make his fingers unclench.

Yandere! Boyfriend who starts following you. The errands you're on seem harmless on the surface. Buying a cake, ribbon, balloons... But his mind is an awfully paranoid place and all he can think about is some guy spreading chocolate frosting on your thighs and licking it off. Tying your legs together with ribbons and pulling them apart with his teeth. All he can think about is some bastard enjoying a gift that isn't his.

He goes to the gym after that and pounds at the punching bag until his knuckles are raw and bleeding inside his gloves.

Yandere! Boyfriend who tracks down every single one of your friends. Sometimes banging at their doors long after sundown. There's only one thing he wants to know from them.

Why is she keeping secrets from me?

Yandere! Boyfriend who hates the vague answers they give him - just wait and see, I can't tell you, it's a surprise. He has to bite his tongue to keep himself grounded or else he might start shaking them until the truth rattles out of their scrambled skulls.

Yandere! Boyfriend who honestly terrifies your friends with his intensity. They desperately want to tell you about it, the way his eyes go dull and dangerous, the way his massive fists stay clenched at his side like he's always on the verge of swinging, the blood that coats his teeth like he's been biting himself to ribbons. But they see the way you look at him, so hopelessly in love, and can't find the words to tell you.

Yandere! Boyfriend who won't let you out of your apartment. He'll cuddle you and pretend to be asleep so you can't even untangle yourself from his massive bulk. He'll "lose" the keys and help you turn the whole place upside down looking for it, teasing you for being so absent minded. He'll turn back all the clocks and hide your phone, just so he can steal a few more hours. Who only relents when you start considering the dangerously rusty fire escape.

Yandere! Boyfriend who is on the verge of tying you up in his basement. Who unlocks his door with the intention of taking a look down there and maybe making it comfortable.

"Surprise!"

Yandere! Boyfriend who stands frozen, taking in the ribbons, the balloons, the cake, the crowd of people. And at the forefront, you. In a pretty, new dress wearing those heels that make your legs look a mile long.

Yandere! Boyfriend who scoops you up in a hug and won't let you go. Who keeps a hand on you all night - around your waist, on your thigh, intertwined with yours.

Yandere! Boyfriend who practically kicks the stragglers out the door at the end of the night. He turn around to an empty house with you out of sight and his mind starts to doubt itself again.

Yandere! Boyfriend who finally finds you in the bedroom, ribbons tied all around you and a pretty red bow holding your legs together.

"Surprise."

Yandere! Boyfriend who thinks that might be his new favourite word. Who feels his throat go dry and for a second all he can do is drink you in. His pretty little girlfriend who played with fire planning this.

Yandere! Boyfriend who carefully unties each and every ribbon, planting soft kisses on your skin all the while. For now, the doubts have dissappeared and all that matters is you and him. Skin to skin and the only thought in his head is how he adores you.

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

cw/tw: unwanted touching, obsessive behavior, panty sniffing and licking, masturbation

note: someone sent an ask about this BUT I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT!! I AM SO SORRY ANON I DID NOT MEAN TO DELETE IT AHHHH!! anyways enjoy~ (´・ω・`)

this post will contain 18+ content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who is used to being fawned and lusted over. born with a pretty face and a charming personality, he knows how to use it to his advantage and charm people into doing his bidding.

He's also insanely loaded. like he has a shit load of sugar mommies/daddies, a paypig, and has a page where he uploads special content. how he's able to manage all that, we'll never know.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who stumbles upon a tiny cafe you happen to work at, feet killing him from walking around with his sugar daddy and sugar mommy in his favorite baby blue stilettos.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ mumbles his order, rubbing his temple from an oncoming headache as he reaches into his bag to pull out his card in between his pointer and middle finger, pays for his items, and heads toward a table located in the corner of the cafe.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who scrolls through his phone mindlessly, the tapping of his acrylics being the only thing heard in the quiet space. you, on the other hand, made his drink with ease, walking back and forth behind the counter to make sure his order was properly made.

walking over to his table, you set down the drink first, to which he began to sip on, and then placed a white porcelain plate with a blueberry muffin right in front of him.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who raises a perfectly trimmed brow and points at the dessert. "I didn't order this." to which you shake your head. "I know! You just seemed a bit stressed so I uh, thought you might need something sweet to brighten your day."

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who's heart skips a beat at your kind words. his cheeks turning red as he stutters out a 'thank you' and nibbles on the sweet treat. you smile and walk back to your station, not knowing the green eyes lingering on your figure.

and that's how ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ made it his mission to visit the cafe pretty much every day in order to get to know you better. not to mention, he leaves a huge tip just for you. bro wants to give you his tip

the more he visits, the more he falls in love with you and your kind personality. eventually, he was able to snag your phone number and texts you every day.

'heya [name]! how r u?' 'are u busy? wanna call later?' 'maybe we could hang out later if ur free??'

after pressing send, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ clenches his phone to his chest, rolling back and forth on his bed as he let out giddy giggles, feet slamming against his mattress.

but it's not enough.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who watches you walk to your car from an alley after a tough day at work and in the early hours of the morning, he calls a tow truck to tow away your car while you were sleeping.

you end up calling him in a panic, practically begging him if he could drop you off at work. he giggles, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, and goes to grab his keys.

"sure! I'll drop you off," ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ turns his car on and begins driving as you gave him your address.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who parks in front of your workplace, you gather your stuff and turned to thank him, only to find his lip gloss covered lips plant themselves on your cheek, leaving a pink mark behind.

you freeze, cheeks warming at his actions. he giggles, leaning over once more to plant another kiss on your other cheek. "have a good day, cupcake!" and drives off, leaving you stunned on the sidewalk.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who then starts getting more confident in his affection.

from simple brushing against your hands to him planting goodbye kisses before dropping you off to work. it always leaves you flustered, but you don't say anything.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who brings you back to his apartment after a stressful day of work; customers shouting at you to hurry up with their order, some even throwing their drinks at you. you were on the verge of crying before ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ came to scoop you in a warm embrace, cooing words of comfort in your ears.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who encourages you to take a relaxing bath using his bath salts and bath bombs.

"i'll give you a back massage while you bathe." he coos, slipping your shirt down your shoulders, kissing at the exposed skin. you shudder at the feeling. "won't it be relaxing? you could have a sleepover here."

so here you are in the bath... with ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he snuggled his face in the crook of your neck. when you asked about why he was in the bath with you, he just shrugged you off, mumbling how “we’re both best friends and this is what best friends do."

normally friends don't do this but... you thought, shutting your eyes as ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ scrubbed your body with body wash. it does feel nice.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who immediately notices your relaxed expression, smiles and brushes his hand against your inner thigh. you jump at the feeling, turning your head to the side to stare at him.

"relax~" he laughs, the tips of his fingers teasing your folds. "I'm just washing your body."

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who teases you a bit more before removing his fingers, leaning over to pull out the drain. "time to get out, darling!" he stands up and you immediately look away from his crotch.

jesus fucking christ.

turning your head slightly, you try and get another look before flushing and shaking your head, going back to stare at the water draining. how the hell does he hide that... that weapon on him??

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ notices your staring, hoping out the tub with a towel in hand, not even bothering to hide his cock from your sight. the bastard is practically flaunting it.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who begs you to allow him to wrap you up with a smaller towel, to which you do, but man was it tight on you. pushing your breasts together and barely covering you.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who shrugs at your persistence for another towel. "it's the only clean one I have." he said like a liar, subtly eyeing the hallway closet that had towels that would completely cover you.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who gives you his clothes to wear, ignore how he picks up familiar piece of clothing, briefly bringing it to his nose for a deep sniff before shoving it under his bed for later use.

"i'll change in here with you if you don't mind!~" ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ declared, dropping his towel to slip into his sleepwear. which was an off the shoulder sweatshirt and some booty shorts that BARELY hid his bulge.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who later puts on a movie for you both to watch, sitting his plump ass on you, wrapping his arms around your neck, and giving your neck a quick peck.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who gets bored fast and decides to tease you. subtly grinding his crotch against yours, claiming that he 'was trying to get comfy,' and peppering your neck in kisses. your grip on his waist tightens at his administrations, letting out a small whine as he sucks on your skin slightly.

he soon stops his movements and continues to watch the movie like nothing happened. you pout at him, cheeks hot as you shake your head before watching the movie.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who tucks you into his bed, kissing your forehead like a loving partner before whispering he'll join you soon. you nod, turning to your side and slipping into sleep.

waking up from a loud shout with a startle, you glance at the glowing clock. it was 2 AM. ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ hadn't joined you yet so you slip out of bed and left the room in search of him.

wandering down the hallway of his apartment, another loud shout startles you. glancing around, you spot a closed room with light peeking underneath it. curiosity getting the best of you, you tip toe closer and gently cracked open the door to peek inside.

there on the bed layed ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ, in one of his hands was a clear dildo shoved in and out of his tight ass and the other was tugging at his pink puffy nipples.

in front of him was a camera. the blinking light signaling that it was recording ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ and his self-pleasuring. in his mouth, that barely did anything to cover up his loud moans, were your panties he had stolen earlier.

covering your mouth in shock, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. watching him pleasure himself was hot. ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ was hot. you can't deny that.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who begins to get louder, his hands on the dildo and his nipple went faster and faster. with an arched back, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he came. his sticky white mess landing on his chest and all over his hands, hips jerking his cock into the air, like he was imagining he was fucking into your tight cunt.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who slumps in his bed after weakly reaching over to turn off the recording, spitting out the saliva covered panties next to him and removing the dildo from his ass.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who finally catches his breath, snags a rag from the bedside table and begins to clean himself up happily. "I'll edit and post the video later but for now... it's time to sleep next to [name]!" he cheers, tossing the dirty cum filled rag into the laundry basket and changed back into his sleepwear.

realizing he was heading back to his room, you quickly head back, slipping under the sheets and closing your eyes just in time for his arrival.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who sneaks inside the room, gently shutting the door and pulling back the sheets to slide in next to you. "goodnight [name]~" he whispered lovingly, pecking your cheek and spooning you from behind, practically purring from your warmth.

the next morning, you couldn't look at ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ in the eyes, too ashamed from peeking in at his private activities. he notices your behavior and saunters over to your side of the table. "something on your mind, [name]?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. "you look like you've seen something... naughty~"

you jump, slamming your knees against the table. "n-no! I haven't seen anything, I, uh, just had a weird dream last n-night! haha!"

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ rests his chin on the palm of his hand, a smug look plastered on his face. "you sure?~" he teased. you shout 'yes!'.

later in the day, long after you went back home, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ decides to edit the video he took a few hours ago. staring at the paused screen, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ palms himself through his shorts at the sight of your flustered face watching him please himself.

"you're sooo cute, [name]." he moans, biting his lip. "I can't wait to make you mine."

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lol

Lazy!Sleepy!Yandere who is utterly and helplessly obsessed with you. He's just...yawn...too tired to show it.

Someone flirted with you? Oh, he'll teach that guy a lesson alright...after his nap.

He has a basement cage all ready for your kidnapping. The handcuffs, the rope, the blankets...man, these are some soft blankets. You're going to love it here. It's so cozy, you could fall asleep instantly. As a matter of fact, he just passed out himself.

Particularly funny if paired with a Demanding!Reader. You flip your bag inside out, yet you find no tracking device. Does he even love you? Upon interrogating him, you discover he was too lazy to open the packaging for the AirTag. Sorry, he'll do it tomorrow.

"What if I say no? Huh? What if I tried to run away right now?" you glare at him with a huff, arms crossed.

He invited you over, yet he hasn't shown any concrete intention to capture you.

He gasps, embarrassed by his own mistakes. Then, he drags his feet over to the door, promptly locking it.

"There. Now you can't get away."

"Dumbass! It doesn't count if I have to remind you about it!"

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u

♡ TW: angst, toxic traits, somewhat bullying, breakup

♡ FEM reader

You’re his first girlfriend. He’d never bothered with anything serious before—it seemed too messy to trifle with. He doesn’t know why he suddenly decided. Suppose he’d been feeling a little bored, and something within him saw you as a fool-proof opportunity.

It wasn’t because you were anything special. Actually, it was more the opposite. You didn’t seem like too big of a risk. You were just a normal, honest, nice person—a bit of a loser, too, if he was being honest. He could do a lot better and pick someone of the same caliber as him, someone with a cooler style and presence, but then he’d only get caught up in the competition.

You were more to his appetite—a dorky, blushy lil’ nerd who giggled nervously at everything he said. In other words, no competition at all. You’d never dare break his heart because you frankly couldn’t afford it. And he found solace in that imbalance—knowing he held all the cards and that you could only be grateful he’d chosen you.

At least, that had been what he’d thought. But then, here you are, holding his hands from across the table in a cute little sundae café, telling him how this just can’t work anymore.

He’s confused for a whole minute before it sinks in.

You’re breaking up with him.

He’s confused afterward, too.

You’re breaking up with him?

That can’t be right. You must be joking. He almost laughs, almost cackles, but ends up staying completely silent. Something about that pitiful look in your eye makes his throat tight, and he almost thinks he’s going to cry instead. 

You’re breaking up with him. You, with him. His foot starts to tap. Have you hit your head or something? You’re dressed in a hoodie, for crying out loud, with not an ounce of make-up on—effortless, as if his perception of you wasn’t any of your concern while you’re fucking breaking up with him.

No way. There’s just no way. You must be confused about something, is all. There’s absolutely no way you’re doing this.

“What are you talking about?” It comes angry. Louder than he’d intended, enough to make you jolt in your seat. A couple of heads even turn your way. You wait for them to turn back before answering.

“I just think we’re a bit too different. And… I don’t know…” You were trying to find ways of telling him you weren’t in love with him but ended up deciding it was unnecessary—it wasn’t exactly something he needed to hear even though you had a lot you could say.

You’re rude and arrogant and treat me like some rescue pet you’ve nurtured back to health. You act like you’re embarrassed to be with me even though you’re the one without any friends. You’re selfish and spoiled and—

“If you don’t know, then there’s nothing to talk about. Quit being silly.” He has a furrow between his brows as he picks up the pink menu between the two of you, scanning the different types of milkshakes you could share and forget all about it. After all, you weren’t breaking up with him—that would just be absurd. “Let’s get strawberry.”

“No—”

“Guess we could get mango if you want that instead—”

“I’m not sharing drinks with you—”

“What? You tryna lose weight or something? Not like anyone but me is gonna see you when all you wear are those baggy hoodies all the time. Speaking of which, you should wear mine instead, they’d suit you better—”

“Listen.” You stop his rambling. “I’m not sharing drinks, and I’m not wearing your clothes. I’m not being silly, either. I’m being serious. It’s over—”

“No, it’s not.” His fist bangs against the table—the look in his eye on edge and twitchy. “I asked you why, and you had no good reason—so it’s not, not until you convince me.”

You had wanted to avoid it, but it seems he wouldn’t allow you the grace to spare him. That being said, you hadn’t meant to be so brutally honest…

“You’re a narcissist. You don’t treat me like a girlfriend. I’m more like a charity case or some type of experiment to you. Half the time, it feels as though you’re just playing a game with everyone in your life like pawns for you to shuffle around the board as you see fit.” You’re the one with the furrowed brows now, unable to bite your tongue as you’d kept it in all this time. “I think you should seek help and get your controlling tendencies straightened out before having any type of relationship. Or don’t. In any case, I don’t think I’m the right girl for you.”

There’s a silence. The chatter of the café seems distant. You feel half inclined to apologize as you look at him and stare down the glassy tabletop as if trying to find his reflection for comfort—but then he beats you to the punch.

“You’re right…” he starts softly, mustering the words, and you’re almost proud to see him take it so well, but then there’s a viscousness to his next words. “You’re not the right girl for me.”

When he looks up again, his face is warped—callous and seemingly disgusted by the sight of you. Something about it even seems to lash out at you, seeking revenge.

“I can’t believe I thought I saw something in you,” he sighs. “Turns out you’re exactly what everyone warned me you would be—just a plane-boring old Jane. What a joke—wasting so much time on something so worthless. Forget breaking up with me, I should have broken up with you a long time ago.”

He gets up in a rush and bears over the table, both palms laid flat upon the surface.

“Charity case?” he seethes, then conjures a fake laugh and an even faker grin. “I couldn’t have put it better myself. Enjoy sitting here alone like the loser you are.”

And even though you’re the one watching him walk away while ordering a chocolate sundae for yourself, you can’t help but feel sorry for the poor guy… 

That had been the most emotion you’d ever witnessed come from him.

Obviously, he doesn’t take it very well, stumbling through the café before bursting out the door, but even he’s surprised by how disheveled it had made him. He’s hyperventilating when the fresh air hits him, almost sprinting to his car so that he can lock himself inside it.

But the car only makes it worse as he’s far from alone in there. You’re everywhere. On the hood, waiting for him with a smile. In the rearview mirror, waving at him. In the seat next to him with a pout, asking if you can stay over. In the backseat, naked with a coy twinkle in your eye.

He knows! He has some of your underwear at home—he’ll threaten to pass them around campus unless you beg him to take you back. No, what’s he thinking!? You’ll never come back to him that way. Fuck, what can he do, what’s he supposed to do!? He just called you worthless—what that fuck was he thinking?!

The tears startle him as they drip down and splash upon his whitening knuckles, where he grips the wheel for dear life even as the car stays completely still—safe and sound in the same plot.

There’s a light pink lip balm on the dash. Yours. You must have left it there—maybe on purpose? No… you don’t play games like that. You’d been honest in the café. The fact terrifies him—his heart seems to want to reject it at all costs, the way it tears in his chest.

He picks the slim pink stick up and rolls it around in his hand, which can’t seem to stop shaking. You’d sat on his lap in this very seat, laughing at something dumb he’d said while applying the very same balm on his lip—kissing his forehead while saying something sweet. He knows it wasn’t, but he imagines you’d whispered that you loved him.

When he smears the balm around his lips this time, he imagines kissing you and your soft lips and that everpresent smile he never bothered telling you was pretty.

He’s such an idiot. The birds in the parking lot take flight at the jostling of his car, but no one hears the roar.

And as he sits there in the following silence, wallowing in his own self-pity and regret, he can’t help but feel like the lead of some angsty teen romance.

And like the lead in an angsty teen romance, he swears… whatever it takes… he will win you back.

You will be his again.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Gojo, Naoya, some young type of Sukuna, or Toji ♡ HQ – Tsukishima, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

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#monsterfucker

Having been working so much I have sat and stewed on this idea for a bit, so you all can suffer with me and my enjoyment of fictional crusty men.

I'm a little plagued by Naga themed ideas right now, and so I thought about a cam show addict Naga, who spends all his free time watching his favourite camboy.

Sitting coiled in his room with the heat lamps overhead, one monitor running his work programs and the small teams window for when his coworkers would ask him some stupid questions or ask to hang out after work for some 'team building' activities not that he would go to any of them.

No, those distracting activities would take him from his other dedication, watching you, your streams, your social media snippets and teaser videos, it would take away the precious time he spends lazing against his desk eyes watching as his fingers glide across the slit in his scales all while watching as you spin and twirl showing off the new pieces he and other had purchased for the stream.

How could he ever have time outside of work when he had to make sure he kept his name atop the donor board, kept his place as your number one for private streams and sessions, how could he ever think of spending any time away from you. He was eager, waiting for the day his package would arrive, his emails said it was arriving this week to your P.O box but he needed to see it on stream before he would relax and enjoy the anticipation.

What a sight it would be when he finally sees you spread out on that little bed in your streaming room, shivering and panting, mouth open and drooling as you work the very realistic toy cast of his own hemipenis. Oh how you will look working yourself open just to whine high and needy as the stretch makes you weak in the knees.

Sighing as you end the stream, frustrated he had zoned out for almost all of it but still managed to snag the first and last slots of your private calls after you sign off. Adjusting how he sits on his coils so that his camera can see how both his cocks slowly slide free of his slit, perfectly timed for when he sees your face load into the private call.

After all it's only fair you learn what the real thing looks like before you take the fake version, something that in his mind was just a temporary place holder for when he will eventually have you stretched out and firmly seated on the real things soon.

[calmingthund3r]

#monster #naga

I like to do a little reading and so about the type of animal when I do hybrids and such, so did you know king cobras are thought to be the only snake that mates for life!

So have a king cobra Naga and his endless task of guarding his human mate!

Slowly blinking open his eyes and stretching himself out in his nest expecting to be able to touch his dear mate, only to find an empty but still warm nest. Scrambling to search the nest area before sliding out of the den and searching the rooms around for his mate, his spouse, his... You're in the kitchen making breakfast, you're not being stolen by another male, or running from him again, your just- just making breakfast.

Sighing with a soft hiss he slithers up behind you, coiling around you as he rests his head against your shoulder, hair a mess and sticking up in every direction like his pure snake counterparts hoods would when defensive, rubbing and nuzzling against your neck as he tongue tastes the air around you finding only his scent clinging to you.

He had put so much work in getting you to his nest, getting you pliant enough to let him close and he wasn't about to lose you on some off chance you slipped away or some other male came by and decided you'd be better off with them. No, his season was coming soon and then you'd be stuck in the nest, taking his eggs and letting him father a nice clutch of healthy little Nagas just like him.

Once you've made breakfast he is quick to scoop you up and drag you and the food back to the nest, almost broody in the way he keeps you in his coils, resting his upper body and letting you place your plate on his back. Anything to make sure you're still within reach, still with him and still his.

After all, you'd get to properly mate soon, and then you're his for life.

[calmingthund3r]

i love gi

you knew it was a mistake to fall in love with a giant, but you couldn't help yourself. he may be twelve feet tall, but he cares for you with his entire heart. he builds you a nest of furs and wool, making sure you're happy and comfortable. he hunts game to feed you, and curls his big body around yours to keep you warm every night.

he may be too large, far too large, to ever fit inside you—but that doesn't stop love from finding a way. you lick his massive cock from base to leaking tip, worshiping him. then you guide it between your breasts, swallowing up all his seed while you pleasure him. your hands may not fit around his girth, but you're experienced now in using everything you have at your disposal to make him break and gush for you, covering you from head to toe in his spend.

in return, your giant pushes you down to the nest, licking his lips as he pulls your legs apart. he's ravenous as he explores your cunt, barely able to fit one finger inside you. he fucks you with it, urging you over the edge again and again, until you're so spent and sensitive you have to gently push him away.

sometimes, when he's feeling extra filthy, the giant cums into his hand and pushes it inside you, hoping he might sow a whelp in you after all.

[calmingthund3r]

love

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𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈..? ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 💗

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐅/𝐁𝐅 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

weird yandere ngl . headcanons . masturbation mentions . body horror talk ig . MDNI

╰┈➤ Your fingers skidded across your keyboard with a surgeon’s precision, your eyes behind your bulky glasses reading through what you typed out on your screen. Checking for any typo that could potentially embarrass you in front of your perfect girlfriend.

You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, wiping off chip dust on your anime girl printed shirt.

PING!

𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐢 🎀 (𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞).

“Good morning to you too my darling ! ᐢᴗ͈ ᴗ͈ᐢꕀ♡”

❥ Mimi giggled as he saw you type your response, the three floating dots on his screen moving impatiently.

❥ He slowly dropped the pink dumbbell in his hand to hold his phone more comfortably, his legs kicking in the air like a lovestruck schoolgirl.

❥You really believed that your “girlfriend” was a woman. You didn’t even doubt it for a second, never asked about his voice or about the rest of his body.. You really are sooooo dreamy…

❥ Was it catfishing? He didn’t exactly lie about his face. He might have lied about being five foot three and about being a girl— But that doesn’t change the fact that he loves you and you love him! Right?

❥ How long has it been since you guys had begun dating?… A year maybe? Mimi had been stalking— Ehem, supervising you for far longer though. He was the one that gathered courage to speak to you, it didn’t take long until he slid into your dm’s. He played the part of the shy, doe eyed damsel in distress for a long time, up until he hacked your camera, but you didn’t need to know that. Things got better and he confessed!! He may or not have bribed your friends to tell you to say yes, but that’s beside the point— What matters is that you both are a happy couple and are going to have two pet rats!

❥ Mimi thought he was a good girlfriend. Perhaps the best girlfriend in the whole world. As soon as he acquired the title of a relationship, he gaslit you into closing your direct messages, making you block any girl or boy who took minimal interest in you. He could not have anyone trying to steal you away! And if they didn’t understand that you were taken, he could always go pay them a sweet little visit to their home.

❥ God forbid a girl tries to befriend you. Mimi takes your relationship very seriously, he has zero tolerance for home-wreckers! He will write to this harlot as soon as he gets the notification from the account he secretly opened in his computer. If death threats don’t suffice, he might have to get a bit more hands on. Good thing he works on his biceps so often.

❥ He has folders of nudes he never got the chance to send. His body is very different from his face, he was afraid that his own body would scare you away. That’s mostly why he got tangled and shackled in this perpetual lie.

❥ Mimi will admit it, he is a two faced bitch all the way, through and through. His texts directed towards you are worlds different from the ones he sends anyone else. You get the treatment of kaomojis and hearts and everyone else gets the cold shoulder with full punctuation and perfect grammar.

❥ Is it bad that he has broken into your apartment more times than he has masturbated to your voice messages? He can’t help it!! You just look so cute and innocent when you’re passed out from energy drink overdose ♡

❥ One of your friends convinced you to join the gym despite Mimi telling you you were perfect as you are, but you had made up your mind and Mimi decided to follow (without you knowing but he’s just your guardian angel!! Don’t mind him!) You looked so lost and defenseless, looking around the huge gymnasium, Mimi watched you stare at a quad machine for thirty minutes before you figured it out, it took all of his best efforts to not crush you in his arms out of pure cuteness aggression.

❥ Mimi took home a million souvenirs, about seventy pictures of you sweating and drinking water. Top tier gooning material if you ask him! 10/10!

❥ So what happened when the truth came out? When he accidentally accepted your video call while he was at the gym? Seeing him with his hair tied up in pretty pigtails while on the dual lateral pull down, little drops of sweat running down his neck and into his firm pectorals.

❥ to his surprise, you didn’t even react. You simply blinked and put your hands in front of your face like an accomplished mathematician trying to solve a puzzle. Then you calmly exhaled and finally spoke: “So… You’re a cross dresser?…. awesomeness..” like any gremlin that hasn’t seen the daylight in three days— But he thinks you’re cuter then that, a sleepy(mentally ill) kitten if you may.

❥ The first time the two of you met up was simply exhilarating. Your head barely reached Mimi’s shoulder and he found that absolutely enchanting, he had to keep biting his tongue to try and control his breathing and speech patterns. It was truly a test of his character trying to not grab you like a puppy and shove you in his purse and lock you in his apartment.

❥…He wears a braided bracelet of your hair. Now you know why part of your hair is choppy.

❥ He gets a hundred times on steroids worse when you finally go out in public. People stare at you, not because you’re hot or anything, but because you literally look like any other chronically online sewer rat. That doesn’t mean Mimi won’t growl and threaten people that walk by the both of you. Congratulations! You have perpetual scary dog privileges. Except your dog is more or less a tiger wearing a pink sparkly collar with your name engraved on it. Yikes.

❥ One time a dude thought it would be funny to ask him out in front of you, disregarding your presence as a whole, stepping between the two of you while you were having a particularly pleasant conversation. You had never seen your sweet girlfriend looking so livid. You swore that the lights flickered when the vein in his neck popped out. You’re still traumatized by the literal NBA type shit you witnessed that day, you swear you could still see the teeth indents on Mimi’s heels.

“..Are you okay?” Your kidnapper asked with genuine concern, like a worried parent consulting with their child about finding a box of wet specimens in a shoebox under her bed, totally didn’t happen to you.

“Man, forget the money, I don’t even want your ransom anymore— You need help, woman. Do you even love this… freak?”

You blinked slowly, trying to pull your arms off the metal chair without hurting your skin as it slowly peeled off the arm rests. The interviewing room was a dark and smelled faintly of chips and cola.

“Uh.. I guess. He’s pretty awethomesauce.” You sniffed, fixing your greasy glasses with one finger.

“She’s a little too.. clingy. I’ll never understand her. But I still would hit, I’m kinda into that stuff. AND, you know it’s bubble gum pink.” You grinned, rubbing your palms together, the cuffs around your wrists digging into your skin ever so slightly.

“even if he beats up anyone in a ten feet radius of me.” You shrugged,

the masked interviewer looked deeply traumatized, maybe appalled by the disturbing anecdotes you shared with inhuman detachment.

You heard clattering from outside the cubicle, like the sound of a metal bat, barely making out the shadow of a tall figure behind the thick glass that sparkled with glitter and pink.

Your phone buzzed, you could see the flurry of emojis on your Home Screen.

𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐢 🎀 (𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞)

“I’m coming to save my baby!! Stay still, your girl is coming for you!! (💢｀Д´)”

Shit. You furrowed your eyebrows, when she pulled out the angry kaomojis, everyone was in deep shit. You frowned, looking at the person sitting in front of you with mild pity.

“It was cool, you know? This is like.. my first kidnapping experience. Euuhhh.. scratch that, maybe my seventh.”

“Also, I would begin running if I were you.”

It was the stranger’s turn to look confused, like they had been struck across the face with a leek.

Large spider web cracks began to form on the glass behind him, your man was here. And he didn’t look happy, at all.

“Hey, you don’t mind if I play with your dead body after Mimi is done with you, right? You have some very nice eyes.. Hazel, right? I don’t have that color in my collection yet.” You giggled like an evil villain, the glass ruptured in millions of tiny glass shards.

Mimi sighed in relief, finding you in mellow condition— But.. Why was that thing talking to you? Only Mimi gets the right to speak to you!

You watched with mild amusement how blood and teeth flew in the air, the brusque clang of a bat hitting flesh filling the room like an end credit theme.

“You go, girl boss. You’re doing great.”

“Thank you, honey bun!! ♡”

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