pinechild

[pinechild]

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜: 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉

Hello everyone! Due to an influx of requests, my inbox will be closed for time being so I can catch up! I'm cooking up a few things and wanna take my time! Tysm for the support and love!! I will let you know when requests are back open again! <3

[pinechild]

Can you do a poly bro x reader, where reader loves to cook, especially home cooked Japanese meals and she makes the bros bento box lunches for work? ( you can make it where the bros accidentally forgot their lunches and reader bring it to them when they go on a lunch break or they do bring it with them to work, it’s up to you)

Forgive me if I fuck up my Japanese dishes lmao I did my best to research everything

Poly Bros x Fem! Reader

cw. None, fem pronouns

☆ Anything you make for them is always going to be a certified banger in their eyes, partly because they know that it’s made with love every time.

☆ Cringe to say but it just hits different yk?

☆ And the attention to detail that you curate for their bento boxes never goes unnoticed by them. They gush about the cute faces or images you made with the food and post about it on their social media stories constantly.

— “Peep this shit chat, our wifey made the most banger bento today, betcha jealous huh?” “She even made the onigiri look like bears. That’s like, the cutest shit I’ve ever fucking seen. I literally cant even—“

☆ Their followers are so goddamn sick of it.

☆ Like congrats man, you have a girlfriend that loves you and cooks you meals all the time— some of us are dealing with a loneliness epidemic.

☆ It’s bonus bragging points if you work for that famous sushi train place in Daten city.

☆ You know, the one where the oyakata was taken away by a ghost and sold angel tongue nigiri?

☆ Yeah that one.

☆ Even if you didn’t work in preparing the food you still pick up some tips and tricks just floating around the kitchen.

☆ And they looooove bragging about it.

☆ Spoiled bratty nepo babies flaunting about getting the finer things? Fork found in kitchen.

— “Oh I’m sorry— do you have a baddie who has exclusive access to Daten City’s most famous oyakata? I like, highkey doubt it.” “Yeah, broke and bitchless? Pick a struggle pookie— get your money up and not your funny up before trying to go toe to toe with us, mkay?”

☆ Either way, they always look forward to your meals no matter what it is, dropping everything to eat whatever you packed for their lunch today.

☆ They have their preferences and sometimes will ask for certain dishes by their mood or maybe a change in their diet.

☆ Same goes for when they come home for dinner.

☆ Polyester imo fucks heavy with the more fried and hearty meals— Hamburg steak? Loves that diva down. Tonkatsu, takoyaki, okonomiyaki, gyoza and spicy Japanese curry are also in his rotation.

☆ Motherfucker eats like a war general.

☆ He really likes those octo hot dogs in his bento.

☆ Polyurethane is the other side of the coin: preferring things a little more lighter and less fatty. Zaru soba, sashimi, nigiri, somen and ochazuke are what he gravitates towards.

☆ He’s just so demure <3

☆ His favorite thing about your bento is when you shape the rice to make it look like Sanrio characters <3

☆ If they forgot their lunch they’ll will have an almost nuclear crashout— that’s the literally only thing they look forward to in the day besides coming home to you.

☆ Until they see you arriving with their lunches in hand.

☆ They’re like that meme of that chihuahua that goes from >:v to :)

☆ And they’ll thank you for bringing their lunches to them by barraging your face with kisses until to squeal with giggles.

— “Bae, you literally have no idea of how much of a lifesaver you are rn like no cap.” “We were literally going to fully crash out and run our truck into a government building fr.”

☆ They would want you to stay with them while they eat their lunches since you’re already here if you aren’t busy.

☆ That way they can gush to your face and just hang out with their favorite girl during their lunch break :)

☆ Food and cooking someone a meal is a love language they appreciate from the bottom of their hearts, knowing how much time, prep and energy it takes to fill a stomach— nevertheless two.

☆ So don’t be surprised if they return the favor someday with making your lunch full of your favorites.

☆ They had to sneak out while you were sleeping to get it done— watching a few videos on youtube and tiktok to make sure they got everything right and nearly killing each other in the process.

☆ But the smile on your face was all worth it.

☆ And it’s actually not bad thanks to Polyester’s innate knack to pick out the best ingredients and herbs— Polyurethane mostly just did the chopping and assembling.

— “Don’t get used to this being like a regular thing or whatever— we just wanted to gift our wifey something nice.” “Facts, we’re actually normal and appreciate our princess’s efforts unlike those redpill losers who don’t even wash their ass.”

☆ They’re so incredibly whipped for you.

☆ Please continue to win their hearts through their stomachs lmao <3

[pinechild]

I lost the ask to this but someone requested Cupid! Reader with the poly bros! Enjoy!

𝓒𝔀. None, just some silliness

➴ Being an angel, you’ll see them around a lot. Whether it’s in heaven or around the city during your working hours.

➴ They hunt ghosts while you make the humans kiss.

➴ But it’s not all glitz and glam though— some people don’t even want to fall in love or will reject you at every turn even though they’re clearly fated to be with someone!

➴ It makes your job that much harder to do.

➴ And you have a fucking quota!!!

➴ You don’t make the rules dude!! You just work here!! So fucking fall in love already!!!

➴ When they first met you, depending on your rank, they’ll probably stare at you like you were a creature.

— “Woah you guys still actually exist?? Like fr?? I thought that job would’ve ended by like, the 18th century.” “Yeah isn’t that problematic? Aren’t people supposed to have like, free will and all that?”

➴ If you are using a traditional bow and arrow I’m sorry to say but they will be making fun of it calling it a boomer artifact.

➴ But they’re not totally unreasonable, they’re no strangers to doing heavenly traditions and understand that you’re just doing your job.

➴ So— they’ll give you an upgraded one that’s fully automated from heavens online store that you were too broke to buy yourself with your own paycheck.

— “Yeah— you can thank us later, no biggie.” “You like, kinda owe us now, spill the tea next time on what’s going on. I do love a good enemies to lovers arc.”

➴ And now they come to you. All. The. Damn. Time.

➴ They are so interested in the love lives of everyone in Daten City.

➴ Who needs reality tv or fanfiction when you’re literally right there?

➴ It’s their favorite pastime off the clock!

— “Okay I’m seriously gonna crash the fuck out— why the fuck would she choose that mid ass incel over the cute cafe girl who’s had a crush on her for like, months??? Where’s my wholesome yuri at?” “This highkey sounds like a Chappell Roan song no cap.”

➴ They visit you so much and talk to you so often about your opinions on things regarding relationships that it turns into a friendship.

➴ Whether you want to be just friends or something more is up to you— either way, you’re kind of a breath of fresh air since they don’t spend time with anyone besides each other on their days off.

➴ If you do date them, nothing will really change all that much.

➴ They’ll probably just smother you in kisses and little bites before you go to work to show any human you encounter that you’re taken :))

➴ They’ll also be a little bit more inclined to gift you things that’ll help you meet your quota instead of just calling you broke lmao

➴ If things get too hectic or see that you’re being overworked and exploited, they will bother their father (since he literally works in the court of heavenly ethics) and bug him to do something about it until your quota lessens or you have a bigger paycheck and added benefits.

➴ Congrats you have vision and dental now!

➴ Anything for their pookie <3

➴ They probably still would if you were just their friend because #worker’s rights but you being their partner just adds a little pizzazz to it.

➴ Either way, they fuck with you heavy— so get used to seeing their stupidly pretty faces a lot babe!

➴ Because you are not getting rid of them even if you tried lmao

[pinechild]

your chubby!reader x poly bros were amazing! what do you think about yandere! poly bros with chubby! reader? 👀 if thats okay of course! ^^

Oh thats more than ok nonnie! Ty for the meal 🙏

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊! Poly Bros x Chubby! Reader

cw. Obsessive + possessive behavior, entrapment, HEAVY emotional manipulation, lovebombing, abuse of power, smut

♱ Remember when I said when they first looked at you and your softness that they were instantly goners?

♱ Yeah well Yandere! Poly Bros crank that shit up to eleven and put it on super crack. It’s an instant obsession and a want that makes their palms bleed from how deep their nails are digging into their hands.

♱ You are just too soft and sweet for this sinful, scourge of an earth. They need to keep you and protect you from anything that will harden your soft edges.

♱ The thought of anyone hurting you would send them into a murderous frenzy, regardless if they can’t kill.

♱ Everything about you, from the roundness of your body, to the peaks and valleys of your rolls, to the creases and folds warping your smooth skin— It drives them mad.

♱ To the point where their teeth almost crack from how hard their jaws are clenched just from looking at you.

♱ They obsess over it. Thinking about it every second of every day, creeping into their mind like a dark fog both on and off the clock.

♱ A chilling and primal possessiveness bleeds into their veins like a poison, making them coil their arms around you like boa constrictors and emanate a dangerous and almost feral energy to anyone who dares spares you a glance, faces that read: ‘mineminemineminemine—‘

♱ And that is if they let you outside— most of the time they dont, keeping you locked up in a gilded cage of a mansion their father gifted them some time ago.

♱ They asked for one when they finally had you in their grasp from all the months of slowly winning you over with their charismatic facades and gratuitous gifts— finally earning your affection and seizing the opportunity to keep you close to their chests as quick as they can.

♱ Please don’t blame them :(( they’re just looking out for you :(( the world is so scary and dangerous and so many people would take advantage of a sweet creature like you :(( they’re the only ones you should trust, you understand that right?

♱ Dont get it twisted though, they still shower you with all the finest things— it’s just even more grandiose.

♱ Polyurethane loves, and I mean loves, to dress you up in the finest silks and satins— just to watch it fall and drape over your curves as well as decorating your skin with sparkling jewels and expensive perfumes/colognes— even if it’s to the point of being almost gaudy.

♱ Nothing is too much for you. You are perfection itself and he’ll happily drain his father’s bank account to offer you luxuries one can only dream of.

- “This Valentino looks sooo gorg on you love, fr. We should like, get ten more of these in different colors. Can’t be wearing the same outfit twice yannow? Only ugly people repeat outfits.”

♱ Polyester leans towards more offering you the finest foods, opting to cook it for himself since he doesn’t want anyone else touching it. Who knows what kind of shit lowly humans pass on making subpar food.

♱ He gets a sense of satisfaction seeing you happily hum eating what he made, pride swelling in his chest the more you get full on his Michelin star like meals.

♱ Of course you like it! He made it! No one knows your tastes better than him! No one can even compare to him! And thats on god!! No one!! No one!! No one!!

— “Want some more cherub? I made that dessert you like. I know you’ve been craving it for a hot minute— yeeeaah I know it’s fire, you don’t have to tell me. You should be thankful, I do this all for you, you know.”

♱ When it comes to sex, they’re hungry to mark every inch of you. Salivating seeing your softness bare and laid out underneath them. Teeth almost aching to bite into your pillowy skin.

♱ They’re like hungry wolves licking their chops watching a small rabbit.

♱ It makes them so horny they get lightheaded. Faint, even.

♱ They fuck you so sweetly yet so teasingly. It’s the kind that forces you to beg for more with pretty tears welling up in your eyes, toes curling and body shaking like a leaf. Blubbering like a child.

♱ It strokes their ego to see you looking so sweet and reduced to whimpers— knowing they did this. That this sweet, soft creature is theirs.

♱ Theirs for the taking, wrapped around their well manicured fingers as you cum over and over again— to the point you start squirming away from the over stimulation.

♱ Hands, tongues and teeth are all over you all at once. Squeezing, biting and worshiping in a slew of different sensations and touches that make your poor head swim. Your plush body an alter for their twisted devotion.

♱ But they don’t let up when you cum, no, they force you to take more until they’ve had their fill. Until your brain is leaking out of your ears and blood hits their tongue when breaking the skin when they finally do bite.

♱ Marking you doesn’t stop at teeth marks and hickies— they glaze you with their cum inside and out. Enough to become almost unrecognizable in the sticky, gooey mess. You look the prettiest with ribbons of cum all over your fucked stupid face <3

♱ And that’s them on a good day. Them jealous or you pissing them off leaves you to be edged for hours before being pounded into the mattress until you pass out.

♱ Aftercare is wonderful though! Even if they’re mad at you, they’ll eventually become softer after the anger fizzles out, telling you that they had to do it— that it was the best way for you to learn that the safest place for you was here with them.

♱ Speaking of being mad— if you ever try to run away or fight back or reject their love, they’re going to throw. a. fit.

♱ Nepo babies born with a silver spoon in their mouth, they’ve never even encountered anything denied from them. And years of that accumulates to entitlement.

♱ Entitlement to you and your time as well as the world to fall into their palms on a gilded platter.

♱ They will not stand for anything taken away from them. Not now, not ever.

♱ And they’ll get what they want by twisting your words and emotionally manipulate you— making you feel crazy with all the gaslighting and pulling their status as high ranking angels over you. Guilt is their biggest weapon.

— “How the fuck could you ever reject us like ??? We give you literally everything you need and more. Don’t you think we deserve something for that? Like be. for. fucking. real.” “Facts, you can’t just throw away everything we’ve done for you because you’re ungrateful. We do this because we love you full stop. Who else would go to such lengths for you huh?”

♱ They’ll make you feel small until you fit under their thumbs again, to which then they’ll switch to lovebombing you and tell you that they only said those things because they care— because you could get hurt stepping outside of the mansion alone— if you wanted to go somewhere just ask them next time, okay?

♱ You’ll be kept under a watchful eye until you behave, undermining your feelings and on the extreme end of things put you in restraints so you have to depend on them for everything now. Just until you learn your lesson in being more grateful.

♱ Because they know what’s best for you, and all they want is for their sweet, soft cherub to be happy with them and only them. It’s not so hard right?

♱ So be good and just do as they say, okay? :)

♱ Maybe they’ll let you hang out with Panty and Stocking while they hunt ghosts from time to time.

♱ Just don’t get too comfortable :) They can always take it away the second you slip up :)

[pinechild]

𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑦! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑠

more chubby reader be upon ye!!

I’ve got the twink brainworms,,,,they’re infecting me,,,,i need them so bad (esp polyester),,,,

ᶜᵂ. 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻 & 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖻 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 + 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 & 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖺

♡ Spoil you rotten. You’re their little cherub and they’ll do anything for you the second you bat your pretty lashes at them.

♡ They’ll buy you all the plus size clothes from expensive boutiques both on heaven and earth to your hearts content! From shoes to clothes to jewelry, wallets, and other accessories— it’s all yours. (thanks to their father’s credit card)

♡ Bonus points if it makes them look cool and #woke to shop at small businesses on their social media. Fast fashion is garbage anyways in their opinion (just don’t look at them going on tiktok shop).

ㅤ♡ And just because they’re brainrotted by social media and are the brattiest, cattiest bitches on the planet, doesn’t mean they’re gonna be assholes about your weight. In reality they actually love your softness and will get very handsy when cuddling you. You’re their favorite pillow.

ㅤ ♡ Those two will tear anyone a p a r t online if someone decides to comment anything fatphobic towards you.

♡ Cancelling and putting people on blast comes second nature to them apart from breathing. Hell hath no fury than white twinks scorned.

— “Woooow are you’re like, actually being fatphobic rn? Deadass? It’s 2025 bro get with the times.” “Yeah, highkey cringe— go touch some grass or something. Your ass is so getting lit up on Influencestgram once we post this fr.”

ㅤ♡ If you’re afab they’ll see you akin to classic paintings where soft rolls and plumpness where considered to be full of life and the pinnacle of beauty.

♡ If you’re amab, they’re going to get horny real fast— especially if you’re built like a bear? Guuuuurrrrlll— their minds just went blank. Please wrap your strong arms around them.

ㅤ♡ Looooooves how your skin overflows the gaps of their fingers. It makes them go feral.

ㅤ♡ Will pinch at your sides or grab fistfuls of you when feeling needy or clingy— especially Polyurethane, who particularly loves your tummy. He likes to knead and squish on it like a cat when he wants your attention. It’s a good stress reliever too.

— “Baaabby, pay attention to me! I’m literally way better than that stupid gooner game you’re playing! They’re not even pretty as me! Like ew!!”

ㅤ♡ Wear crop tops or low rise jeans around him you’ll kill this man. Especially if you’re more masc and have a hairy happy trail going all the way down. He’ll literally tear his hair out from how horny he is.

ㅤ♡ Polyester on the other hand likes your ass the most. Whether it’s big and juicy or small and cute or even flat, he doesn’t mind— he will be touching it. He’s a menace and unashamed about it— grabbing smacking and groping whatever his hand can reach.

ㅤ♡ Twerk for him and he’s cumming in his pants.

— “Aww don’t get all shy now babe, you know I can’t resist when you flaunt that cute ass in front of me— drives an angel wild you know.”

ㅤ♡ In bed they’re both nasty with it and mean. They like to make you squirm and watch your supple body give under their rough touch, fucking you hard to watch every part of you bounce and jiggle— it just really, really turns them on how warm and soft you are.

ㅤ♡ Like a plump and ripe fruit they’re ready to sink their teeth into.

ㅤ♡ If you’re on top, their brains almost short circuit on how you feel on top of whoever you’re fucking/riding. Either of them will moan like a bitch as you do tricks on it/ put it in their guts.

ㅤ♡ Bondage will not be out of the question because you just look so cute tied up in those velvet ribbons <3 They’ll tie you up with traditional bondage rope too— they just like velvet and lace ribbons the best. You look like a pretty present all wrapped up for them!

ㅤ♡ Don’t bring up shibari if you don’t want to be bedridden for a day im so serious they will rock your shit

ㅤ— “Sorry baby, we cant help it :(( you just look so cute all tied up and pathetic :((“ “You’ll forgive us if we make you cum your pretty little brains out, won’t you :((?”

ㅤ♡ If you’re insecure or just having a bad body image day, they’ll be on you in an instant: offering sweet, cooing praises and cuddling up to you as if you were the most precious thing heaven has to offer. Even offering some gentle (or rough) sex if you’d like.

ㅤ♡ And if you take them up on that, they’ll make sure you feel on top of the world no matter what pace they’re going.

ㅤ♡ Their fingers will trace your stretch marks with the softness of a doves wing, praising how pretty they are— how cute you look with them on your skin, as if etched with ribbons of lightning.

ㅤ♡ They’ll make you feel loved, wanted and worthy by the end of it. Kissing each insecurity you have: from your double chin to your thick calves— nothing escapes them when comforting their cherub.

ㅤ♡ Because you are their cherub, angel or not.

ㅤ♡ And they love you. Even if they can be bratty shitheads about it.

ㅤ♡ Because if i’m gonna be honest— they would rather kill themselves than see you with someone else. You’re theirs and theirs alone, and they’ll mark every inch of your plush skin so everyone knows you’re taken.

ㅤ♡ So please don’t leave okay? :(( They’ll fall apart without you :((

ㅤ♡ You’re the only one who they see is at their level and up to their standards, whether you believe it or not.

ㅤ♡ It only took one look at you and your plushness to know they were goners.

ㅤ♡ And if it’s not your soft warmth they’re cuddling with after a long day or seeing your chubby cheeks get rounder when you laugh— or even how your body fits and drapes in the different silks and textures of fabric in the different outfits they put you in, swiping their card at the register— then they don’t want it.

ㅤ♡ Because not to be lame, but they adore you. Like a lot.

ㅤ♡ And no matter what size you are, you’re still their baby that they’ll spoil any chance they get.

ㅤ♡ Even if Panty and Stocking bully the shit out of them for being simps (which they are).

[pinechild]

✧˖°.Th1s is S1ut P0p!!!

pairing. Polyester x chubby!reader x Polyurethane synopsis. you dont know how you managed to hook up with the brattiest fucking angel brothers on this side of the universe, but by god are you gonna teach them a lesson and cum while at it. cw. Gn reader with afab body, squirting, brat taming, double penetration, creampie, reader is on one, time freeze (?), polyurethane has a dick piercing, edging, blowjob brothers get a little possessive, not beta read (whoops)

a/n: this is doodoo garbage but i just really wanted to write about them so come get yall word salad slop, it's dinner time. This is for my fat bitches i ♡ u

Your cunt clenches at the slow, torturous licks Polyester doles out—your clit painfully throbing and sending a dull sting down to your toes.

Trying to shift your hips the other angel pins you to the bed, forcing you to take each and every dragging stripe up your cunt in earnest. A strangled croak claws at your throat, only to be met with smug, airy chuckles from your heavenly tormentors.

The exact details on how you landed in this situation is muddied, especially when the wet tip of a certain blue haired angel’s tongue teases the rim of your hole in slow, methodical circles.

The run down is— you were working your little café job, got attacked by a ghost and saved by the twinkiest pair of angels you’ve ever seen in your life—the rest was kinda history at that point.

Polyurethane paws at your fat tummy, kneading it in his well manicured hands as he looms over you. A shit eating grin perfectly placed on his pretty lips.

“Awww you look so precious like this babe — all pathetic and soft for us,” the younger coos, digging more of his fingers into your fat, “I think we might just keep you~”

Your teeth grit at the condescending tone, your body growing hotter the more his eyes burn holes into your doughy, plush skin.

It bends and folds under his soft palms and a hot shame washes over you knowing that this kind of attention turns you on more than anything else — even if you can’t bring yourself to admit it.

With the way his eyes look at you, you can just fold right then and there.

You open your mouth to bite back a retort, only to have Polyester harshly suck your clit that knocks the wind out of your lungs and jerk your head with a rushed ‘aw fuck!’ slipping past your lips.

“Nyooooh, baby can’t handle a little teasing?” The younger angel patronizes, his hands drifting to dangle over your tits, fingers being a hairsbreadth away from touching your nipples— ultimately tugging on them in your anticipation, “Surely you can do better than that.”

The older chuckles, the rumble from his throat buzzes at your cunt— slobbering on it like a dog and wriggling his wet muscle inside your gooey walls.

It makes your breath hitch.

Drool and spittle coats your pussy with a thin sheen the more he devours it, lewdly slurping and sucking loud enough to the point where it feels obscene— pornographic, even.

Your hips flinch to fuck his face and chase that tingling feeling in your clit. But you can’t— you shouldn’t.

Feeding into their satisfaction and inflated egos is an apple you don’t want to sink your teeth into.

“F-Fuck you.” You spit, desperately getting a fistful of the younger brother’s bubblegum locks.

He smirks, dipping his head down further and ghosting his breath over your ear, “Aren’t we doing that already? You should be more grateful you know~” he smacks your tit— pain blooming around your nipples and mingling with the gut scraping pleasure that’s thrumming between your chubby legs.

“You’re so lucky you’re so cute babe—we don’t take clapback from just anyone—“

Thick fingers are shoved into your cunt, stretching and fucking you open, curling at the spongy spot inside that burns the image of god behind your eyelids. Molten heat rivaling the sun pools at your center.

The older angel filthily spits on your clit, continuing to stir inside your sloppy, drool slick hole as his tongue swipes over his canines.

Your cunt squelches, gushing with a clear liquid that coats his digits. Feverishly bringing heaven straight to your g-spot in bursts of white lights dotting your vision.

“You can’t lie and say you don’t like it when your pussy’s clenching this hard—” Polyester adds, rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue onto your swollen clit, coaxing out a pained scream from your throat, “Besides, I think you like being bullied like this, isn’t that right?” He coos.

It’s too much for you to handle— it’s like needles puncturing your skin and your nerves are live wire sparking to short circuit.

You make an attempt to squirm away before your brain gets drained out of your pussy and pool out onto the sheets.

Hot tears murky with pain and pleasure flood your eyes, all of it throbbing to the crown of your head to the tips of your fingers.

Youhatethemyouhatethemyouhatethem—

Polyurethane doesn’t let you get away as his grip on your nipples now pin your hips to the bed once more in a harsh slam.

“Nuh-huh~ You’re not running away— You’re gonna take it and cum your stupid little brains out like the good whore you are!” He mocks, taking one of his hands and puppeteering your thick calf to loop around the back of Polyester’s head— forcing to press down until the blue haired angel’s lips virtually fuse with your cunt, still flicking your over sensitive bud with wild abandon as you continue to try and buck him off.

God you just wanna wring their fucking necks and watch their eyes comically bulge out of their sockets for toying with you like this— but fuck do their mocking stares turn you on, you’ve never felt so exposed before— so peeled back and naked to the point it makes you shiver.

And even with how rough and bratty they are, there’s still an element of softness and worship to your body that makes you feel on top of the world— even if it’s just a subtle flicker. You feel the sexiest being to ever grace the earth given that whisper of respite that tarries in their touch.

The feeling of hatred boils, but cumming is searing hot as it rips through you.

A guttural yell tears out from the deepest pit of your gut. Ribs trembling in the white hot sensation while your pussy squirts and your teeth almost cracking from the grit. Your lungs burn and ache in your chest as air alludes you.

They wrenched your pleasure straight out of your hands. Treating it as if it was theirs to begin with.

“Theeeerrree you go, look at you— doesn’t our little toy feel so good? You like, look so cute like this— so pretty and soft cumming your dumb little slut brains out.” Polyurethane coos, kissing the side of your temple, knowing the world is currently spinning in your eyes.

Polyester’s fingers still fuck you through your orgasm, not yet letting you go until he wrings out every last drop— doling out soft kisses and nips to your tummy once he’s satisfied with the way your muscles twitch and jump at the slightest touch.

He smirks into your skin, planting a tender, but jeering kiss on your womb.

Ecstasy fades into a gentle tide when you come back down, many hands tangle and caress your skin to grope whatever they can get a fistful of as you lay in your own little wet spot, catching your breath.

Christ these men are out to get you.

Polyurethane cranes his head from behind and presses his lips to yours, swiping his warm muscle at the seam of your lips to enter, triumphant in watching you fall apart in his lap.

And with your mind still sloshing between your ears, you let him.

“You think you can handle more babe? Don’t want you passing out on us now~”

He tastes like cherry sours, coating your own tongue with his flavor— so sweet yet so tart like the words he mumbles.

You can’t help but chuckle into his lips, carving out a smirk taking on his little challenge— you’re gonna put these brats in their place if it’s the last thing you do.

“Oh I can handle more, but you’re cumming on my terms.” You state, tugging on his lower lip as your fiery gaze meets the calm of his.

Polyester reaches to nip at the side of your neck, pawing at your tits and letting the fat overflow from the gaps of his fingers, “And you think you’re in a position to make demands? How cute.”

Another laugh comes from you, “Well it is my holes you’re fucking— so I should at least have a say in that don’t you think?”

Amused by your answer, the brothers hum with a collection of boyish chuckles, “Mmm—point taken. I’d like to see you try babes, just don’t come crying to us when you can’t keep up ‘kay? Wouldn’t want to be a sore loser now, would you?”

The younger angel gives you another condescending kiss on your cheek.

You want to pluck out his eyes from its sockets.

Lovingly, of course.

Maybe.

Grabbing on to the both of them, you yank your self upright— bringing them along followed by a few grunts and commanding their limbs into position to your liking before settling into one yourself, huffing when they so much as twitch a finger the wrong way.

“You know…” Polyester purrs, gripping your jaw with a smirk, forcing your eyes on him, “You act so high and mighty—but you actually like being treated like this. It’s written all over your stupidly cute face. Wouldn’t be surprised if you like to be manhandled and slapped around like a freak.” He practically purrs at you, “C’mon just admit it: we’re good at our job.”

Goddamnit you hate that he’s right. Because you would and because they are.

Being tossed around like you weighed nothing and fucked into oblivion sounds so fucking hot that you can almost salivate like a damn dog.

But are you going to admit that out loud? To them of all people? Fuck no.

You roll your eyes and avert from his gaze, kissing your teeth, “Just shut up and put it in already,” you grumble, not wanting to feed into their already overinflated egos than you already have.

Polyester lets out another boyish laugh, releasing his grip from your jaw to line his girthy cock with your cunt, teasing your drenched slit with the bead of his precum, “Aww, you’re blushing! How cute, I knew you liked us! We’re pretty hard to resist no cap.”

“Well, we shouldn’t keep our toy waiting— I think they’ll combust into flames if a cock isn’t shoved in right this second.” Polyurethane playfully nips at your ear, slapping his own cock against your ass and spreading an ass cheek to tease your puckered hole with his rosy tip.

Clearly they’re dragging this out, gloating and pressing any button they can find to make you tick, wriggling themselves under your skin.

You’re lucky your lip isn’t bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

If it’s one thing these bratty fucking twinks know how to do—it’s to make your squirm. And they’re good.

Stupidly good.

“Fu—“ a gasp cuts off your train of thought as the older angel pulls you down to lay on top of him, spreading your ass apart until your hole twitches— presenting you in a full spread to his pink haired brother like you’re a meal.

Polyurethane spits on it, spreading it around with his tip and giving your asshole a nice rim before slipping it inside.

Both of you shudder, your ass was tight and already squeezing the second you feel his length inching its way in. His hands wrap around your plush waist with a taut grip, a hiss escaping his teeth.

You feel his cock twitch and the cool metal of his jacob’s ladder rubbing against your insides riddles your skin with goosebumps.

Polyester goes next, spearing your dripping cunt open with his fat mushroom tip.

He’s a little bigger than his brother—girthier too—and you can tell by the way he stretches you out.

The veins roping around the underside of his cock drag along your gummy walls just right to squeeze out a hitched whimper from you.

The blue haired angel chuckles below you, kneading at the meat of your spread ass, “Aww, tapping out already? Thought you could handle us babe, what was all that talk earlier? Don’t tell me you’re going back on your word lol.”

He kisses the curve of your jaw, a heat lingering with just a touch of reverence that oddly makes your heart flutter.

You huff, sporting a pout, “Fuck off, I can handle you just fine. Worry about yourselves.”

On cue, you clench both of your holes to squeeze out a gasp from them— maybe even a little hiss just to keep them on their toes.

Polyurethane huffs out a breathy chuckle, letting you feel the hot breath wrap around the shell of your ear, “Oh, challenge accepted— bitch.”

They move at the same time. And it hits you like a train—each of them spearing into your sloppy holes like they hate your guts. Drilling into your spots and forcing out those cute little murmurs that you do from your perfectly pouty lips.

Their grunts and how their cocks fuck your insides send a shock up your spine, feeling a tingle at your crown.

The slapping of skin on skin only adds to the erotism. Your nipples perk almost painfully feeling their balls smack your perineum. And god was it hot— you nearly forgot your purpose of putting them in their place for treating you like a toy.

Polyester purrs taking in your expressions, knowing you’re holding back because of your pride— It’s cute, and it makes him want you to make you squeal even more.

“Aww, you’re so precious like this! I love the way you feel on top of me. Feels good, doesn’t it? I can tell you’re enjoying this,” He hovers over your lips, giving you a teasing ghost of a kiss before catching his teeth on your lower lip, tugging on it.

Polyurethane chimes in with a haughty giggle, pounding your ass as his wet tongue licks inside your ear.

“What happened to making us cum on your own terms hm? Dick too good for you to think now?” His hands tug at your hair a little, the slight sting on your scalp earns a pathetic moan to slip through your teeth.

Cocky bitch.

The dick is good. Too good.

And it’s fucking up your plans.

Having both cocks pump in and out of you really throws your train of thought out the window on how to get these bitches to beg. Especially with how their balls slam against you, feeling the heft of how full of cum they are.

You’re doing such a shit job at this— letting them get away with their brattiness because their cocks hit just the right spot for your brain to be filled with static.

And they know this considering they still continue to tease you— taunting that you won’t do shit straight to your face, knowing fully well that they can get away with it because it makes your cute little pussy cum when they’re mean and shoving their meat into your tight, hungry holes.

It makes them fuck harder, to the point where your pussy’s loud— louder than their own grunts and thrusts.

Your legs are trembling.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck you can’t cum now! You gotta show these cocky brats a lesson! They have to beg for your pussy! Grovel at your feet to just cum inside you! Anything!

You have to do something! And now!

Red hot heat pools into your center once more, making you panic as you claw at Polyester’s chest, eyes screwing shut the more it scorches your insides.

Fuck you have to think! Think!!

It’s close— it’s too close! God your clit is fucking pulsing.

Nononononono you can’t cum! You can’t! You’ve got to—

“A-ah! F-Fuck!! Stop!”

And almost at your command, the brothers pause—practically to a screeching halt as their bodies become ridged—frozen in time.

The abruptness grounds you back to reality and instantly quenching the embers of your creeping orgasm. The boiling heat turning to a simmer.

You didn’t really think they’d actually listen to you— mostly expecting them to continue until you squirted again or at the very least a teasing check in if they felt charitable, but fully stopping?

That’s unusual.

Your eyes snap open to look at the both of them, confusion sitting on your pretty round face as they meet back at you like deer in the headlights.

A beat follows.

“Um….you guys ok?” You can’t help but to ask, a little tentative as your eyes ping pong to each brother, wondering if you did something wrong.

Polyurethane is the first to speak, sounding pained as if he can’t move, “There’s…a heavenly law that states that we angels must never force ourselves onto humans— and once a human says to stop, we are forced to be frozen in place until the human gives permission again—“

“It’s a precaution since angels are much stronger than you humans, we literally can’t get out of this shit even if we tried…” Polyester mumbles, eyes darting away from yours— pride clearly bruised from having you see them like this.

You blink.

Huh. Who knew heaven had rules like that..

And as if lightning struck— an idea instantly pops into your mind, etching a downright evil smirk onto your soft features.

They seem to know about it too given how quiet they are, sweat beading from their faces.

“Really now?” You purr, “How. Interesting.” Clenching your holes to each word, earning strained groans from both above and below, “So I can just fuck you like this then. And as long as I don’t give you permission, I can just bounce on your cocks while you stay frozen and just watch me use you till I cum— is that right?” You hum, wiggling your ass tauntingly, rubbing some salt into the wound.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare—!” “Like hell we’re gonna be your personal dildo!”

Seeing them wriggle under your thumb like this gives you a rush— a head high you didn’t even know existed until now.

You wiggle your ass again, adding more fuel to the fire as the two hiss like they’ve been burned.

Just to shut them up.

“As if you weren’t doing that to me just now, calling me your ‘toy’ and all of that shit—didn’t know angels can be such hypocrites.” You hum, watching them clench their teeth.

They obviously hate their power taken away from them, and that makes this all the more sweeter.

You can’t help but to lick your lips at the thought.

Polyurethane scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Like you didn’t like it— you were moaning like bitch the second we stuck it in. We’re just putting you in your rightful place, human. It’s like, natural law or whatever the fuck.” A whimper leaps out of him when you clench your ass hard, letting your insides flutter around his achingly hard cock, just as frozen in place as he is.

You chuckle, “Yet you’re here stiff as a board because I said ‘stop’. If you would’ve listened to me and cum on my terms instead of rutting into me like a bunch of animals in heat, you wouldn’t even be in this situation.” Booping the you younger angels nose for extra effect.

“Not our fault you can’t handle us, don’t be such a sore loser, that’s so cringe.” Polyester adds, sending a pointed glare your way.

You plug his nose in annoyance, “Don’t fucking say ‘cringe’ while you’re inside me—“ kissing your teeth again, dramatically sighing and slowly pulling yourself out from them. Doing it in a way that every bump and ridge from your tight channels can be felt along their lengths at a torturous pace.

“Then I’ll just have to find someone else then. There’s no shortage of cocks that can blow my back out in this city— Maybe they’ll be even better than you~“

Something dangerous flashes in their eyes hearing that, their jaws audibly clicking from the force they put into clenching it.

Oooh, hit a sore spot didn’t we?

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“We’re like, so much better than those limp dicked losers! They cant even compare to us!”

“We’re leagues better than anyone in this backwater town! On god!”

Ah, there they go— chirping your ears off and throwing a tantrum the second they’re not getting it their way.

It’s almost kind of cute on how much they want your attention— if they weren’t such motormouth brats that is.

You chuckle, stilling for a moment, “Yeah? Then behave. You’re not cumming until I say you can, got it? My holes, my rules remember?”

Polyester smacks his teeth, “Bitch.”

“You know I can just pull out now and leave you guys like this—“

“N-No! Wait! Uuughh…..fuck— fine!”

“Good boy.” You purr, dishing out the same patronizing kiss onto his cheek, “Then let me have my fun.”

You slide back in all the way to the base, feeling them both shiver in their motionless bodies.

They want to groan, but their pride still grabs them by the horns— or well, wings in this case—

You’ll just have to shape them up, won’t you?

You start bouncing, letting out a soft breath as you go your own pace— tits, tummy and thighs jiggling so temptingly, a visual feast for the eyes in taking whatever you want.

Showcasing all of the places on your lush body they could grab, squeeze and pinch if they had the chance. If they were good.

The weight of their gazes sends shivers down your spine.

It’s a hot burning desire that sears into your skin— a heady want to reach out and touch you, to lick you— to destroy you.

It brands into your skin like a hot iron, making your time in the spotlight all that much more delicious the way they watch you like hawks. A predatory, hungry gleam lurking in those angelic eyes.

Being watched like this— putting on a performance of your pleasure gives you goosebumps.

Making it a spectacle to an audience held hostage showers you with a hit of dopamine that tingles that makes your blood rush.

They’re helpless and here you are— using them like they aren’t even there.

Feeling up your tits, you bounce hard on their cocks, shoving more of them deeper to the point it feels like they’re in your throat.

Your holes clench and squelch with each bounce you do, only to be chased with the sounds of your ass clapping against them the more you fuck yourself onto them like they were mere toys— treating them like human dildos to hit all the spots that make your ass and pussy quiver.

You can see they’re breaking down, cracks in their facade grow bigger the more small whimpers and moans escape from their tightly sealed lips, pride hanging on by a thread.

You can tell they’re close too— especially with how they twitch inside you.

Grounding your hips, doing a small circular motions, you can see their eyes fluttering, grinding at their teeth as a fresh wash of pleasure zings straight to their dicks.

You rub your clit, riding them harder as you get closer yourself, nails slightly scratching Polyester’s chest the more you chase it. Jutting your bouncing tits in his face.

They’re nothing but toys. Nothing but a bunch of cocks to get yourself off to.

Ramping up your efforts, the hitches of their breath tell you they’re on the precipice, your sticky, gummy walls fanning the flames the more they clench and lewdly squelch, their breathing staggers just on the edge.

Right before you pull out.

Pained whimpers and whines fill the room as their spongy heads barely touch the entrances to your ass and cunt— just merely scraping by.

“F-fuck!! Why’d you stop?? We were literally behaving!”

“For rea! Like actually this time!!”

You laugh, “Didn’t I say let me have my fun? Well I’m having it.” Your hands caress through both of their hair, silky strands tickling your fingers, “If you weren’t such shithead brats before, you would’ve came much sooner— but I can see why you liked calling me a toy earlier, this is shit is so much fun.”

They both whine when you sink back down, riding them again.

“F-Fuck you.” Polyurethane mumbles, not holding as much heat as it once did.

You turn to look over your shoulder, leaning in for a kiss that makes him wish he could chase your lips when you pull away.

“Aren’t I doing that already?” You ask, throwing his words back at him and earning a shameful pink to spread across his cheeks, taking another blow to the ego.

You do the same thing once again, bouncing and fucking yourself on their cocks as you flaunt your freedom, throwing your head back with loud, over the top moans just to really rub it in— dangling the carrot just put of their reach.

Their bratty nature crumbles bit by bit with each meaty bounce and airy moan the more you get yourself off, however it really shatters the second time you pull out just when they’re about to cum, high pitched whines scraping at your eardrums.

Both of them now pant and shake in the restraints they’re in, sporting more pathetic looks on their pretty faces.

“F-Fuck!! Fuck!! C’mon! Let us cum! We can’t fucking take it anymore!”

“You’re literally being so unfair!”

A cruel smirk splits open your face as you get closer, whispering, “Then you shouldn’t have fucked with me then.”

You continue to rinse and repeat until a soft mumble from Polyester’s lips hits your ears.

You perk up, “Hm? What was that?”

He lets out a long whine, fully breaking down as tears bead on his long lashes, “Please baby!! Please! I wanna cum so bad! Wanna cum inside you…”

His bottom lip catches on his teeth, watery ruby eyes looking at you with all traces of that ego leaving with his tears.

“We’ll be so good I swear! We’ll do anything for you babe! Please!” Polyurethane was almost damn near close to sobbing, whimpering as his cock twitches painfully, weeping precum being so close to your tight ring of muscle.

“We’re sorry! We’re so sorry!” He babbles.

A hum buzzes in your chest, “Yeah? And what are you sorry for?” You goad.

The older angel whines, looking away like a kicked puppy, “We’re sorry for treating you like a toy! We won’t do it again! For real! We just liked seeing you moan and cum for us….”

They both sound so pitiful that you almost feel bad for them— it kinda pulls on your heart strings a little.

Maybe you did go a little hard on ‘em— but it was their fault for fucking with you in the first place. That’s the entire point of this lesson isn’t it?

Much to your chagrin, however, you still have a soft heart for them. Even after all the teasing hell they’ve put you through.

With a soft sigh, you relent, wiping some of their tears off with your thumbs, “Alright alright, since you boys learned your lesson— you can touch me again.”

And with that, with what sounds like a chain breaking— they’re on you in an instant.

Pouncing and jumbling their limbs to hug you close, grabbing whatever inch of skin they can find almost afraid you’ll disappear if they let go— a little desperation lingering in their touch.

They waste no time in shoving their needy cocks back in, whimpering out ‘thank you’s and watery praises offering their form of worship in hickies and little bites on your skin.

Violets, greens and blues bloom form on your skin from the pressure of their grip, mapping every soft swell and dip of your body— so obvious in their aim to please and thirst for your attention.

You suppress a giggle.

Who knew such prideful angels could be reduced to such pathetic creatures? Whimpering and clamoring for your approval— burning the memory of how your skin folds and creases in their palms, kissing the marks on your skin as if you could fade at any moment—

They leave whatever mark they can in order to claim you, aching cocks pummeling your ass and cunt until your chubby legs shake from the fervor.

Stars form in your eyes from how they hone in on your spots, making your pussy cream white rings around the base, fingers traveling to grab whatever strands of hair they can find to anchor you back to earth.

Each of them take turns sloppily devouring your lips. Tongues and teeth clashing in a wet battle to chase the high of your taste coating their tastebuds— lips smacking and slurping to fill the empty space between your ears.

It’s filthy and raw— primal, in a way.

Your nipples are tugged and your clit is pinched, the burning, smoldering heat in your womb starts to swell.

It’s starting to boil over and make your vision cross, toes curling in.

Youregonnacumyouregonnacumyourgonnacum—

They double their efforts, rutting into you shamelessly and their whines and whimpers ring loud in your ear, till your mind is nothing but their moans and cocks.

“O-oh fuck! Yeah that’s it! Cum, babe— cum on your good boys fucking cocks! Do it! Do it! Cum! Fucking cum—!”

Something explodes inside you.

And you scream.

Your cunt squirts a fountain with white flooding vision, your legs are trembling and you feel light headed, almost enough to pass out.

They immediately follow behind as warm, sticky cum floods to your womb— adding to the rapture that sears that chokes your lungs.

The angels moan into your skin, looking just as fucked out as you are, holding you close to milk out every last drop.

You all collapse into a sweaty knot of limbs, each catching your breath and letting the rush of endorphins ride out.

Corny to say, but it really was heaven on earth— even if you had to break them to get there.

Cum oozes out of your abused, stretched out holes and pool onto the sheets below, joining your squirt.

You feel sticky every where and your mind is made of fuzz.

Coming down, Polyester and Polyurethane snuggle close to you, dotting your skin with soft and gentler kisses as the throbbing between your legs and ass begin to pulsate.

“You ok hun? We didn’t go too crazy did we?” Asks Polyester, softly tracing shapes along your rolls.

“Yeah we didn’t hurt you did we? I’d highkey feel bad if we did.” Polyurethane rests on your tit, mindlessly playing with your stubby fingers.

You can’t help but to chuckle and shake your head, “Nah, ‘m good.” They hum, happy with that answer.

“‘Kay. As much as we loved bullying your cute ass—we didn’t want to like, actually hurt you. Consent ‘n all that.”

Polyester shuffles up to kiss your jaw, “And like, we’re sorry for going hard too hard bullying you—that’s our bad.”

You smile at that, knowing despite their bratty, snobby attitudes, they actually cared.

And it kinda gives you butterflies.

“By the way,” the younger one adds, now looking up at you, “You’re not like like, actually going to find someone else to fuck, are you? Because no cap, we’re kinda attached to you now— lowkey cringe I know since we kinda just met and it’s giving real creeper vibes but, we’d….like to keep seeing you or whatever…” he mumbles, looking away as a dusting of pink stains his cheeks.

“So you saw me from across the bar and really digged my vibe—“

“Uuuuggh shut up,” Polyester chuckles gingerly kissing the tip of your nose, “So corny.”

His smile is sweet, pretty and dainty like his features, slowly peeling you off the sticky sheets.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You giggle.

“Yeah, sure.”

[pinechild]

just so we’re clear if you support trump in any capacity whatsoever you are not welcome here. frankly if you’re even so much as neutral towards him I have no desire to have you in my community or my life

I doubt I’ll run into the issue of having conservatives in my following on here as compared to Twitter but I wanted to make this openly known wherever I am able to do so

[pinechild]

𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕦𝕥𝕪: 𝔸𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕪 𝕩 𝔸𝕗𝕒𝕓! 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

➺ ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵈᵘᵇᶜᵒⁿ, ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ʰᵃˢ ᵛᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ, ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ, ᵘⁿᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᴾⁱⱽ, ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ

In this economy, finding a job was damn near impossible. So—desperate times call for desperate measures, and working under B.O.A.D.A.C was no exception. You risk your life almost daily hunching over a computer screen, scanning meticulously over live security feed for any anomalous activity.

So imagine your surprise when you feel something outside that feed. Something not human.

Imagine feeling unseen hands crawling under your shirt to grope at your supple flesh, kneading at it in the process. Fear and confusion squeeze at your chest, knowing that you were alone in your station—or so you thought.

Imagine those hands traveling up to tweak at your nipples while you still try to concentrate on the feed, making you shiver and grit your teeth as pleasure tickles the back of your brain.

Imagine your pussy getting wet with how roughly your nipples are being tugged, enough to get the anomalous entity’s attention—invisible fingertips raking down your body before snaking down under your underwear, teasing at your clit.

Imagine hearing a guttural growl as it teases at your folds, one unseen hand clasps at your jaw to keep you from looking away at your screen. Both panic and arousal pool at your tummy as you feel thick fingers starting to stretch you out.

Imagine feeling those thick digits fuck into you, making you whimper as you loose concentration and miss a few anomalies on your feed, fingers that curl at your spongy spot and make you gush all over them.

Imagine your pants being ripped down, exposing your pussy to the cool night air before an unseen cock spears right into you and knocking the air out of your feeble lungs. Your cunt aching in both pain and pleasure as its being stretched out.

Imagine feeling every ridge and vein fuck into you as your eyes stayed glued to your screen, leaving you but to pant helplessly as your tired eyes weakly report missing furniture. Heavy balls slapping harshly at your clit as your poor little pussy gets fucked, enough to make your legs shake and nails dig into your desk.

Imagine a bulky cock head bullying at your spot, fucking it over and over until a gargled scream rips out of your throat.

Imagine being fucked through your orgasm, vision watery and no longer paying attention to anything as your eyes roll back to your skull. The same hand clamping at your jaw again as a warning, snapping you back to focus again.

Imagine hearing a bellowed gnarl as hot, sticky cum floods and balloons your womb; extra amounts that couldn’t be held in spill onto the floor below you with lewd plops.

Imagine catching your breath as hands pull away and cock unsheathing from your aching cunt, sweat beading at your forehead. As your heart settles back into your ribcage, you realize your mistake of not keeping your focus.

Realistically, you should’ve been dead by now with all your mistakes and missing all the anomalies throughout that entire encounter.

So imagine your surprise when theres no anomaly in sight as you flicker through each camera, clock striking 6 with that familiar, dull ring you know all too well.

[pinechild]

I was watching Hazbin Hotel and I saw Alastor's design and I thought I've never seen a yandere story about a deer monster... So could you do that, please?

I’ve never watched Hazbin Hotel, but I do like what you’re thinking, anon. I’m rusty when it comes to writing full blown fics so go easy on me chat 🫡

Antlered, Stalking

◇ Gn! Reader

◇ Summary: You get lost in the woods after a heavy downpour washes away all of your markers to get back to your car, leaving you open for a yandere deer beast to ensnare you in his grasp. He thinks he’ll keep you - his newest mate.

◇ Warnings: horror themes, yandere themes, stalking (obvi), non consensual licking + touching, mentions of dead animals, entrapment, slightly suggestive, mention of gore, slight body horror, mention of bugs (?)

Torrential rainfall would be perfect for you, especially in this time of year, under different circumstances. But now, as your hair sticks to your face, cold and damp — your heart clamored in your ears; It was anything but.

The makeshift chalk markers you made for yourself on multiple trees on your hike instantly washed away once the storm rolled in. Leaving you, regrettably, lost.

In retrospect, you knew this wasn’t a good idea from the start, but human as you are, your own arrogance was your hubris—believing that since it’s never happened to you before, it’ll most likely not happen to you now. You know these woods like the back of your hand basically, so what if there’s a little rain?

Now you wish you could choke your past self out for being so imperious. You imagine choking your past self like in old timey cartoons, comedically bulging eyes and all. It makes you huff out some air through your nose thinking about it.

Cell service was pretty much abysmal out here—you knew that, even the most beginner of hikers (those with half a brain, anyway) knew the forest in this area was just so thick that it would be mere impossible for any radio waves to pass through. So, the next best thing is—

You fiddle inside your pockets, methodically searching for something like a well oiled machine before you hunch over and let the rain pelt against your back and bead off of your jacket. The sensation of harsh rain hitting your spine wasn’t pleasant, but you’d rather not let a single drop soak the inside your bag as you continue to search for the item you’re looking for.

The only sounds that filter in are rustles of the various doodads and the opening and closing of various zippers - the rain was nothing more than static while you continue your search. That is, until one of your fingertips bumps into something cool and metallic.

Fishing it out from the different kits and crinkled up cliff bar wrappers, you rest the little weighty tool in the palm of your hand: your compass. And ultimately, your salvation.

A smile tugs at your lips looking at it. Hope slowly overshadowing your initial irritation.

With a slight tremble of your fingers (mostly due to the cold) you lift up the compass, breath bating as the needles slightly jerk from its magnetic pull. ‘Where to next little guy?’ You think.

However, the needles instantly spin precariously at a nauseating pace, just going round and round and round until your eyes grow dizzy just looking at it.

What the fuck? Is this thing broken? How?? Didn’t this work before?

Irritation creeps back in your system as you let out an exasperated groan, clutching at the compass until your knuckles were white. Almost damn near breaking the thing. Feeling a little defeated, you make shelter under a nearby tree and let your back rest on its trunk while you angrily mumble curses to yourself.

This shit is ass. Major ass.

You thread your fingers through your hair as you think, starting between your legs as your muddied sneakers bounce anxiously. Whats another method to get out of here you think? Surely you shouldn’t stay put and wait out the rain right? It’s far too cold to stay out like this for too long and there’s no telling how long the rain will last — not to mention staying put will leave you susceptible to any predators roaming about.

Speaking of predators…

You lift your head to get a good look around you, scanning as much of the forest as you can see from the sheets of rain. Everything’s…still. Eerily so. You could’ve sworn you’ve heard some birds and squirrels skitter a few paces back — did they just hide from the rain probably?

But even so, that doesn’t mean the bears will. And the silence does nothing to ease the growing anxiety thats tangling its roots around your stomach. You need to get out of here before becoming brown bear food.

—

Mud squelches and plops under your shoes, caking it even more as the cold starts to nip at your fingertips. The only thing right now your mind can focus on is just getting out of here, even if it’s just aimless wandering in trying to retrace your steps. Your eyes scan for any wildlife as you move through the dense forest floor, trying to avoid slick rocks or uneven earth that could cause you to roll your ankle.

However, the more you try to retrace your steps….the more you feel an uneasiness prickle at the nape of your neck; hairs and goosepimples uncomfortably standing on end.

There’s something off.

Whatever it is, you don’t know. But something inside you— that little man screaming in your head— is telling you something’s wrong here.

The silence is too stagnant. Stifling even, devoid of life and left hollow like a cored out corpse. It’s unnatural, and the thought of it makes your lips twist in a grimace.

You reach for the compass you shoved in your jacket, pulling it out to see the needles are still spinning ad nausem. It kind of confirms your suspicions that whatever’s happening here is not normal.

And you don’t know if it makes you feel better or sick to your stomach.

Any thoughts however were ultimately snuffed by a shrill sound. Echoing throughout the forest, even through the thickest of bramble—an eerie, grating sound rattles your ear drums; one that mimics decrepit metal doors opening on rusted hinges. It’s a familiar sound, but haunting all the same. Just where have you heard this before?

It’s a chilling sound like it belongs in a horror movie— matter of fact you think you did hear this in a horror movie. That scraping sound violating at your ears like nails on a chalkboard, something all too familiar.

But just what is it? It’s not likely that it’s an instrument being played, especially in this weather. Only someone as big of an idiot as you would be out here playing an instrument to fuck with you— so that’s highly unlikely. Not to mention wet strings or reeds would ever make that high pitched of a sound.

Humming, you tap on the compass. Closing your eyes as you think.

Oh! An elk’s bugle.

It’s odd though, you don’t remember any elk living in this forest before…but—maybe you were just lucky to have never heard its cry during mating season, who knows? An elks bugle shouldn’t shake you up this much as it did. But it does. It unsettles you to down to tiniest atom.

Even with your flight of fight senses gradually rearing its ugly head, You continue your trek. Trudging your legs along as your lungs shake with each exhale. The overall unnerving shift of this forest sticks in the back of your mind, ultimately making you pick up the pace and kick up some mud onto your jeans.

You try to ignore the elk’s bugling getting louder and louder with each wet squelch against waterlogged ground. The sound unsettles you still, it’s creaking makes you feel like it’s scraping against your bones—against your brain.

Maybe, in the best case scenario, it was just your paranoia getting to you, playing tricks on you to think you’re in more danger than you already are—at least that’s what your anxiety riddled brain likes to think, even if your body is saying something else.

But the more you stew on it, the weirder it gets: You know you remember there’s no elk in this forest—you remember the first time you hiked here and the guide saying something about watching out for bears and the occasional wolf—but never about elk. Not that they were dangerous to humans anyways but still—they were never mentioned among the list of what you would see on the trails, that you remember.

And not hearing multiple elk during mating season is strange in itself, how come there was only one? Not to mention you’ve never even seen any on your hikes—ever. And to see there’s no other wildlife besides the elk? The compass spinning in all directions? The uncanny, daunting atmosphere?

It’s weird. It’s weird and it’s not just your imagination.

Something is deeply, deeply wrong here.

Bone scrapes against wood, and on instinct, you run into a full sprint. It’s not even a thought, you just do.

Ignoring how much your clothes are getting dirtied, your throat clamps shut as adrenaline surges your veins heart— thundering in your ears obstreperously and rattling at your eardrums, skin breaking into a cold sweat.

Logically, one would think that it was just the elk rubbing its antlers on a tree as part of its mating habits and that it’s generally nothing to worry about—but you knew it wasn’t the truth. The sound of anything other than the rain and your bones creaking under your skin wasn’t natural. It didn’t belong here.

And what’s even worse is the thrashing of underbrush quickly catching up behind you. Your vision almost becomes dizzy with how much adrenaline is pumping into your system along with the panic etching itself into the very marrow of your bones.

The haunting, metallic bugle of the elk dwarfs your heartbeat, looming over you with the staunch smell of decay lingering to your senses. Acidic and sour bile pools in your mouth, stinging at your tongue and almost making you wretch. Whatever this is, you do not feel safe being around it.

With heaving breaths and lungs burning like embers, you pick up the pace as much as your legs take you. The world warps in your eyes as panic fully switches on your need for survival. Another scraping bugle hovering just above you; it’s smell promising death.

You gotta move! You gotta get out of here! Shake this…thing off somehow! But how? Maybe past the river-bend? Or—

Your chest harshly lands on the sodden ground, effectively knocking the wind out of you with a pathetic wheeze as mud splashes onto your face and chest. Every part of your body squeals at you to get up, from the creaking of your bones to how your muscles strain to move from the slick ground—The mud in your mouth tastes awful, caking all over your tongue with an unpleasant grit as your struggle continues.

Not being able to find purchase on the soft, soaked soil, your body thrashes and twists, slipping time and time again with desperation and the need to survive more evident than the last.

C’mon!! C’mon!! Get up!! Get the fuck up!! Fucking move, dammnit!!

Hot tears flood your vision, mixing along with the rain and mud splattered across your face. Frustration hot like an iron in your chest the more you fail to dig your nails into solid earth.

Unnaturally large hands wrap around your waist and that creaky, hollowed bugle rings right beside your ear. It feels like your whole world stops as you choke on a breath, daring to crane your neck to look over your shoulder to see what you’re in the clutches of.

Body trembling , you cough and wheeze your way to breathe again; The sight alone makes eyes go wide at the first glimpse on what towers above you.

What you see, is no ordinary elk of course, but an unnatural monstrosity made of exposed bone and wet fur—One with antlers strong and pointed, reaching towards the heavens and branching out to the point where the other almost touches like tangled and twisted tree roots. Its head an elk skull, underneath the empty sockets lie human eyes, peering at you. You even dare say, undressing you. The eyes are bloodshot: feral and crazed the more you stare into the black void it calls an iris.

The upper body is like that of a human, save for the talon like nails that continue to anchor your body down to the ground. And in morbid curiosity—as your eyes move down—you see the dirt caked fleshy skin transition into fur, one traditionally like an elk followed by hind legs and chipped cloven hooves worn with age. Nature’s twisted amalgamation of animal and human; a bastard of deviancy.

It bugles again, softly this time, crooning. Almost as if asking if you like what you see. You don’t really know how you can tell, but you think it’s due to a supernatural power this beast has.

And what it implies makes you want to fucking throw up.

The urge to scream and thrash away from its grip dies before it even begins like a snuffed out flame, feeling just how much of an iron grip it has on your waist. Even if you were to scream, it’s too late, you think.

A soft chuff escapes its bony nostrils as the creature leans closer, hinging its maw open to reveal a sleek, black tongue. Licking you. Your muscles writhe beneath your skin like bugs trying to burrow in the sinew.

Its voice is a rumble of thunder, rippling throughout your fragile bones as it speaks.

“Mine.”

It’s a worn and booming; one that hasn’t been used in ages—at least that’s what you assume. One that can rattle windows in a single word.

Plumes of its—his—breath appear in a thick smoke against the biting chill of the rain, tongue retracting back once its had his fill of licking all the salt and sweat from your cheeks, teeth clicking as the jaw hinges shut. You shudder at how easily his bite could crush your bones, feeling like a bird caught in a fist.

Lifting your frozen body, he tucks you to his side, cradling your body in his hand as if he was holding a parcel. Gearing his deer like legs to sprint— another plume of breath as another chuff leaves him.

In this moment, you can’t think. Everything’s happening so fast, your mind can’t even keep up, mentally grasping at straws at the how’s, when’s and why’s of it all. But try as you might each piece of information you gather comes all at once, overwhelming your mind with too many things to organize and parse through.

It’s like your mind is on a chairoplane—holding you by your temples as you spin at a nauseating speed — letting your limbs dangle uselessly in the air just as yours are in his grip currently.

When the wind and rain whips at your face, weaving through the forest at a breakneck, inhuman speed, it dawns on you there was no chance of getting out of here to begin with.

The world, or rather, the reality you thought you knew, utterly shatters. Monsters are real—and you’re being kept by one, dangling in its grasp as it figures out what to do with you next.

And that, settles on your stomach like a stone.

Tears never seem to come from your glassy eyes, but you could feel them chewing at your optic nerve—a burning and sizzling tingle, something akin to a sparkler you used to play with as a kid on muggy summer nights. How you really wished you could go back to those days…

Even on its last legs, your thoughts still try to find a way out, no matter if it was by bloodied fingernails or chewed off arms. You still want to live. Be free again and suck in the damp, frigid forest air like it was your last day on earth.

But how? How can you?

All possibilities of it ever happening point to the impossible. That 0.01% chance that seemingly taunts you through your eyelids.

This creature is strong with the ability to move at an inhuman speed; It’s hunting sense is possibly top notch the way he captured you so quickly— it’s not even out of the question that he probably stalked you too. Right under your nose without you so much as batting an eye.

Thinking about it, the probability of you getting out at all is obsolete, scathed or unscathed. It’s more likely that the sparklers you played with on humid July’s will never happen again.

You’ll never be able to play with them or drive your car—or even complain to your friends about work when your boss is always talking to you in that condescending tone. Never will tell your mom you love her after a fight. Or eat your dad’s special barbecue chili. Or beg your brother to fix your shitty car’s breaks for free because you know for certain that the mechanic is robbing you blind.

You’ll never be able to do that again, never able to do anything again, not while you’re in this beasts hands. The realization of that makes the cavity in your chest clatter in a silent, violent scream. Your teeth clenching near the point of cracking.

If your lips could move, you were sure your throat would be raw by now, vocal cords utterly fried and hoarse like worn fiddle strings. God you feel sick…

Too wrapped in your own despair, you forget to notice your surroundings, how creature stops in a gentle lull as it enters a damp and dark cave with what sounds like content clicks. Raising your head at the noise, you see the mouth of a cave—a warm, amber flame casting golden ambient light along the jagged edges of the rocks. Creating a deceptive illusion of comfort beckoning you in to warm your cold, weary bones.

Getting closer, a string of dead rabbits formed into an almost perfect circle near the foot of the entrance, just mere feet away from the kindling fire with marble like eyes blankly staring at the forming stalactites.

What is this? A gift? An offering of some sort? Well, it’s not like you care either way, you could honestly care less about it.

The creature sets you down, whispering a soft hum in some sort of satisfaction, another set of clicks resounding at the back of its throat. Probably content in its successful attempt at catching you. His eyes, resembling the same darkness that creep at the edges of the cave, follow the way the flames mold to the planes and soft curves your face, drinking in every pore and detail of you. Assessing you and softly bulging in approval.

You try not to focus on him or the stench of the rabbit corpses assaulting your nose— same with the wet fur. All you can do now, is try to keep your sanity by staring into the fire. Pretend that the warmth of its orange limbs can ease the frayed ends of your nerves.

Next to you, there’s shuffling, fur chafing on stone as he inches closer, jaw chittering while his tongue slides a wet stripe along your neck. It's oddly warm without the rain nulling your sense of touch, but it does nothing to help from the familiar taste of bile from swelling in your throat. You want to claw out of your own skin.

“Mate. Mine.” His large hands resting onto your stomach, fingers creeping under the layers of clothing to get a mere touch of your naked flesh that you now you wish you could peel off. Feeling him touch you like this feels like maggots wiggling and eating at your insides like your ribs hold decay.

The urge to purge yourself from this feeling is palpable, wanting to pluck them out one by one and get rid of this nastiness tainting your body before you scrub your skin raw till it bleeds. Till the filth finally washes away with your blood.

A gargled sense of a moan creaks out of this throat. His grip tightening around your waist once more.

“Love. Breed.”

Your stomach drops to your ass, knowing your fate was already sealed with just those two words.

On its own, your body shakes as he purrs, bone snout nuzzling into your hair. The nauseating reality of you never being found again or even being able to see the outside world weighs on you, like rock crushing your ribs.

All the things you’ve took for granted are now ghosts of the past. Forever haunting you of what life could continue to be if not for your overconfidence and arrogance. Biting into the apple of human hubris.

Now, the garden your banishment leads is fruitful of tar black tongues and dead rabbits looking at the ceiling.

All because you didn’t being those godforsaken markers.

[pinechild]

Yandere! Backrooms Entity x Reader

—> Gn!Reader

Warnings : yandere themes, stalking, non-con touching, depersonalization, reader going a little bit crazy, overall creepy behavior

Yandere! Backrooms Entity not being able to move away from the scene, seeing you panic and heave through your delicate lungs stirs something inside them - an odd feeling they can’t categorize yet. Sure, they’ve seen humans (mostly unwillingly) enter this liminal plane as they pass by to travel to other realms, seeing them freak out and lose their sanity to only rot away on some corner - it didn’t matter to them or even phase them—helping out creatures who can only see in three dimensions was a fools errand on their part. But with you, it was different. They’re not sure how, but they’re willing to find out.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity watches you from afar at first, seeing you aimlessly wandering the empty, uncanny spaces as you try to hold on to your sanity. Your watery whimpers don’t go unnoticed, and rather, it makes their fingers itch to touch you, to comfort you and eat all the anxieties that ruminate in that fragile little mid of yours. Oh how helpless you are.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity gets bolder in their actions, getting more up close to you, smelling your hair and skin while you remain none the wiser to their presence, still locked on finding an exit to leave this transitional plane. But only if you knew you couldn’t; that your mere biology would never let you see such things, that you were doomed from the mere start you slipped away from your own reality. But don’t worry, they’ll take good care of you, they promise.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity that starts to touch you, invisible fingers caressing you through your clothes and massaging all the supple, delicate flesh your person has. It’s not your fault you can’t see a 6th dimensional being, nor the constant exists that litter around the place; it’s not your fault you can’t see them, they just weren’t made for you.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity can’t help but to keep touching your skin, seeing you squirm and look around in confusion with a pathetic whimper, feeling their presence burn holes into your clothes. Have you finally lost your mind? Are you watching yourself rot in real time in this inescapable, empty hell? Oh no, little one—they’re right here: you’re just at a biological disadvantage.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity that helps you keep your sanity by offering you foods you can eat and necessities they know humans need, all while you cautiously take them, fragile hands shaking like leaves. Without them, you’ll surely die and decay like the others — and the mere thought of that makes their insides surge with an acidic rage. They have to keep you alive, they just have to— Because the more and more they think about it—

They love you. And they want to keep you.

And maybe someday, they’ll even talk to you once they see you’re mentally fit for it.

And surely, y̴̳̆͗͒͗͛̽o̶̪͈͈̝̜͐̎̿́û̸̬̙͙̳̣̯͍͚̔̒̃͐̋̈̈’̷͚̈́͊̄̎̈́̅̃̾͗̾l̶̨̧̡̳͇͕̩͙͈̦͉̩̫̒̓̐͆̆̽ĺ̴̢̩̥̗̬̱͈̩̤̖͈͔̤̠̈́̀̈́̎̾͐̈́̊͆̔̚̕̚͜͝ ̵̢̯̼͑̄́͊͜l̸̗͉̺̗̗̬͈̉̃́͜o̴͇̲̥̍͠v̵̜̝̲̤̬̥̖͎̥͙̯̐̄̂͊̅̃ȩ̴̼̊͗̈̽́̓͐̽̓͐̌̕̕͝ ̶̢̞͉͇̩̠̙̟͍̦̦̞̻̫̎̈́̉̄͗̒̐́̅̋̄͘t̴̢̘̖̀ͅh̶̥͎̖͊͊̑͂̾̄̆̆͊͂̿̔̊̚͝e̸̯̜̣̞͉̟̬̼̭̹̦̩̥̯͑̌̅͐ḿ̵̝͔̥͇̜̀͜ ̶̞̯͔̲̻̍̃̌̌̍͛̀̅̏̓͝͠ͅb̵̲̗͓̮͍̮̅͑̈̚̕a̵̡̟͍̻̹̩̦͑̐͛͒̌͛̓̾̊͠c̵̻͍̙͓̥̳̓̉̑̕͘ḱ̴̛̪͇͕́̀̋͐̌̉̂̿͘.̷̧̙͕͎̯̦̮̮̱͗̀̌͊̌͊̄͊͛̌͝ͅ

[pinechild]

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔 + 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

Hello! I’m Grimm (26, they/them) self indulgent writer. I like to write x readers and horror sometimes. Fandoms tend to change, so keep on an eye on whats my fixation at the moment! All characters are written as 18+

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⸸ Make sure what reader you want or else it will automatically be gender neutral.

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⸸ Please don’t rush me or spam requests, you will be blocked. I will take my time and write what I want as this is just a hobby for me.

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⸸ Be nice or I’m giving you the spray bottle.

𝕯𝖔'𝖘

Yandere, horror, smut, monster/teratophilia, chubby! reader, light gore, dubcon, comfort fics

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Incest, shota/loli, noncon/r*pe, heavy gore, bathroom kinks (poop, pee, etc), fat fetishization or anything bigoted

Current fandoms: New Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt

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[pinechild]

May I request some gothic architecture themed divider ( with maybe some bats )? Please & thank you /nf

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[pinechild]

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