moncesita-te4lblu

[moncesita-te4lblu]

"Sabe ke me paresko como una munekita..." ♡

Characters : Cho Hyun-ju (squidgames 2), f!reader

Warnings : lingerie wearing, taking pictures before and during sexy time, a lot of making out, sexual tension, readers flexible, praise, smut, other things I forgot idk

Summary : Trying on some pretty clothes with your girl <3 (and things get a little heated)

You push Hyun-ju on the bed and climb onto her lap as she lets out a small laugh. Her hands land on your waist and you arms around your neck. She leans forward and kisses you, with a bit of urgency, as her thumbs rub against your waist. As you two kiss, your fingers dig into her hair and play with it. Hyun-ju hums into the kiss, tilting her head to get a better angle.

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The day had been quite boring. You stayed home from work and worked around the house while Hyun-ju was out at her job. She had to get up before the sun for her shift, so by the time you woke up, she was hours into her shift. Thankfully tho, she came home pretty early; at about 2pm. You made lunch for you two and you ate on the couch as you watched whatever show Hyun-ju picked. She helped you with the dishes after and she was a bit more... touchy than usual. Not that you minded.

As you two laid back on the couch, you got an idea for that night; having a bit of a photoshoot with her. You remembered all of the lingerie sets, and nightgowns you two have and thought it'd be a good idea to take turns trying them on and using Hyun-ju's camera to take the photos. As you imagined it, you spaced out and of course, your wife noticed. "Babe?" She speaks up, "You spacing out? What's on your mind?" You look up at her. "I have an idea..." you say, sparking her interest from your tone.

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You pull away from the kiss, looking down at your wife. "You first, sexy," you say and roll off her lap as Hyun-ju laughs a bit from your petname to her. She gets off the bed and to your walk-in closet, closing the door behind her. You lay on the bed with your back against the headboard and the camera in your hand.

After a bit, Hyun-ju walks out, clearly a little shy but not uncomfortable kind of shy. She wore a low-cut silk red nightgown with black lace of the collar, straps, and at the bottom hem; a slit at the bottom of the skirt. She loved that nightgown, and oh how you did too. Hyun-ju walks over to the bed and climbs over to you. As she does, you take pictures of her. You put the camera down and she climbs on top of you and kisses you, your hands moving from the camera to her waist. After a bit of kissing, she pulls away and smiles down at you, sweetly but with a pinch of lust.

"My turnn" you purr out and flip you two over. You go into the walk-in closet as Hyun-ju takes your spot on the bed; against the headboard and camera in hand. After a while, you walk out in a white two-piece lingerie set, black lace the top of the bra with a black bow in the middle; the bottom is a two-layered miniskirt with black lace on the hems and a bow at the top. Hyun-ju looks between your face and body as you walk in her and get on top of her too. Your give her a couple poses and she snaps photos. Then you take the camera and take pictures of her, leaning against the headboard with her dress hiked up, legs a bit apart. Then you put the camera down and kiss her, hard. Your wife grabs your face, deepening the kiss almost immediately. You grab the camera and take pictures of you two making out.

"You look so good in red..." you pull away from the kiss to say. "And you look good in white," Hyun-ju replies, kissing you again. "So good..." she mutters. "Your turn, baby..." you say after a while. Hyun-ju hesitantly pulls back and nods. You sit back on the bed and your wife goes back to the closet; shamelessly staring at how her ass looks in silk.

After a bit, Hyun-ju walks out with a two-peice on. The top has floral lace above her boobs and under them, the rest of the top black with white stripes; the underwear black with white stripes with a pink bow at the top and floral lace creating a micoskirt effect. You take pictures as she walks up to you. Your wife was clearly more timid/shy with this piece on than before. She climbs on top of you, her face red as she feels your hands tracing her biceps.

You flip you two over so Hyun-ju is under you. You kiss her and pull away a bit later, taking pictures of her under you. After a couple flashes, you put the camera down and kiss her again. The kiss quickly turns more desperate. "You're quiet," you tease her and go back to the kiss before she can reply. "I'm trying to focus..." Hyun-ju mutters and pull you closer into the kiss. Her hands go to your waist and you press yourself harder against her bulge. She grips harder onto you and moans against the kiss. After a bit, you pull away, breaking the make-out. "My turnnn..." you say and climb off of her and right back to the closet.

You walk out in a short black sheer dress that sticks to your curves, which barely covers anything, with nothing underneath and black thigh highs. The dress has pink lace on the breasts and at the bottom, a pink silk bow on the top, with black garter suspenders attached to the bottom of the dress with silk pink bows at the clasps. You walk up to her as she oogles at you, forgetting to actually take the pictures. You climb onto the bed. "Baby, the camera" you laugh. "Oh-oh yeah right..." Hyun-ju mutters and points the camera at you and takes a couple pictures. After a couple shots, you lower your top, flashing the camera and laughing. Hyun-ju gets redder and stares at you until you cover yourself back up.

You climb on top of her and kiss her, just ask desperately as before. But this time, your girl seems more touchy. And you could feel the reason why pressing against your thigh. "I want to..." Hyun-ju mutters, staring at your lips then back to your eyes. "Fuck, take me" you reply and she flips you two over.

She starts kissing you again, her hands rubbing your waist as her body keeps your legs apart. Your hand travels down and you start touching and feeling on her hard-on, earning a moan from her. She grabs your wrist and pulls it, then pulls the lingerie underwear to the side, her dick springing out and hitting her lower stomach. She leans down and kisses you, her hands reaching under your inner knees and pulling your legs apart, your thighs on either side of your torso. Hyun-ju pushes herself in, all while not breaking the kiss. It was you who broke the kiss, throwing your head back a bit when she bottoms out inside you.

Hyun-ju waits a while, kissing your jawline and neck. "Babe..." you whine out and buck your hips a little, frustrated that she wasn't moving. "In a minute..." Hyun-ju replies, not pulling away from kissing everywhere but your lips. Just as she said, after a minute, she finally started moving; although slowly. You let out moans with every thrust, your arms wrapped around her neck. Slowly she started getting faster with her movements and you louder with your moans. You reach over and grab the camera, giving her a soft "please", and she nods. Hyun-ju stands up a bit but doesn't falter her movements as you point the camera shakingly towards her and take pictures of your girl above you.

After a bit, Hyun-ju grabs the camera from you. She lets go of your legs, slinging one over her shoulder and the other by her waist. She points the camera at you and, smiling behind the camera, speeds up her thrusts and takes pictures of your pleasured face. After a couple pictures, she puts the camera down again and puts her free hand on the leg that rests on her waist, opening it more. "Cmon baby... cmon..." Hyun-ju grunts under her breath as she continues going faster. Your legs shake and you feel the upcoming orgasm building up in your abdomen. "Hyunnie..." you dig your nails into her wrist and the sheets as you moan out. "So good..." Hyun-ju praises, moving some hair away from your face. "...cum mama cmon..." your gently grabs your face and waits for your moans to get more high pitched to lean in and kiss you, your legs shaking as you reach your peak.

Hyun-ju slows down her thrusts, riding your orgasm out. "There you go [nickname], good..." she mutters. She pulls away from you and she pulls out, your hips jolting as her tip hits your clit. She presses her thumb against her dick to keep it between your folds, thrusting slowly to not overstimulate you. After a bit, she lets out a groan/moan when she hits her peak too, shooting it right at your clit. Hyunju leans down, licking up your folds once and giving your cum-covered clit a kiss. Seeing your reaction, she keeps going.

She opens your legs, roughly eating you out as you squirm and yelp at the overstimulation. "Ba-abe..." you throw your head back and dig your fingers into her hair, pressing her more into you. Hyun-ju moves her head side to side as she runs her tongue all over you. It didn't take long for you to feel the second orgasm of the night coming along. Hyun-ju noticed it too; your girl started focusing her attention to your clit roughly sucking and licking on it till you came. Your thighs trap Hyun-ju between your legs; not that she minded. Finally, your legs go limp and she pulls away. She sits up and climb on top of you, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She leans down and kisses you, more gentle than all the other kisses. "You did good, baby" Hyun-ju whispers. "I love you" She says and leans down down to kiss you. "I love you..." you reply, your voice still shaky. Hyun-ju falls to the side, cuddling against you and pulling the sheets over both of you. "You're so pretty... perfect..." she praises, stroking your hair. You're too fucked out to reply, just laid there in her arms panting. "Can't wait to see those pictures, lovely..." she kisses your head and cuddles closer to you. She notices your eyes getting droopy. "Goodnight, [nickname]" she whispers and kisses your head, slowly drifting to sleep too.

Inspo for the fits :

Hyun-ju's : Reader's :

Kinda sucked but the vision was there

Cooked but left some crumbs

[moncesita-te4lblu]

"Baby tu ere'... mi favorita" ♡

Characters : Cho hyun-ju (Squidgames 2), f!reader

Warnings : ready has hair and can be picked up, fluff, kissing and cuddling and clinging, let me know if I missed anything

Sum : A regular night and morning with your wife, Hyun-ju ♡

You and your wife lay on the couch. It's about 8:30pm. Your face is pressed against against her chest, your cheek squished against the fabric of her shirt. Your arm is wrapped around her waist tightly, your leg hooked on top of hers; her arm lay around your neck, her legs also tangled with yours. Her hand plays with your hair as she watches some show on the TV, the only light in the room coming from a small, dim lamp on the coffee table next to the couch and the kitchen in the next room over.

Hyun-ju looks down at you, your eyes fighting off sleep, trying to savor the physical contact between you two. "Baby?" She says softly. "Hm?" You hum and look up at her, meeting her eyes, which were noticeably just as tired as yours were. "You're falling asleep. Are you sure you don't want to go to bed? I can carry you there." You simply reply by holding her tighter- keeping her in place- and shaking your head no and going back to pressing your cheek against her chest. Hyun-ju let's out a breathy laugh and holds you just as tight as you are. "The bed is much more comfortable than the couch. Cmon." She softly eggs on, petting your hair as she speaks.

"If we move, I won't find this same position of comfort again," you frown. "I'm sure you will," Hyun-ju replies and gives your head a kiss. You shake your head no again and stay put. She sighs, but not in an annoyed way. You continue to tap your finger against her back at the same rhythm as her heartbeat; she continues to play with your hair, switching from playing with loose strands to simply petting it.

Your wife notices the taps against her back getting more and more weak; your falling asleep. She turns off the TV. "Honey," she whispers to you. You don't reply, you just look up at her, your eyes droopy. "I'm bringing you to bed," she says, sighing when she feels your grip on her waist tighten even more. "No, I'm bringing you to bed [nickname]" Hyun-ju says with authority, but no harsh in her tone. You groan but don't fight back as she sits up and picks you up bridalstyle. She walks over to your shared bedroom and places you on the bed.

"I'll be back," she says, kissing your head, and leaves you on the bed to go to the bathroom. You groan and wake up at the loss of contact. After a while, Hyun-ju comes back and gets into bed next to you. You turn to her and immediately cling to her as she puts the blanket over you two. She kisses your head as you cling onto her, your head back to resting on her chest. "I love you..." I mutter out, barely audible. Hyun-ju smiles down at you. "I love you too," she replies with a kiss to your forehead. You look up at her and she leans in and kisses your lips softly. She plays with the ring on her finger, feeling the coldness of yours pressed against her back as you hold her. "Goodnight, baby," Hyun-ju says against your lips. "Goodnight, pretty," you reply, going back to using her chest as a pillow.

Hyun-ju holds you tightly against herself, slowly drifting to sleep for the night, burying her face in your hair.

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When you wake up- like usual- Hyun-ju isn't there. You're always the one to wake up last, Hyun-ju always waking up at 6am. Whether the reason being to go run errands, go to the gym, or simply to cook and clean, she always wakes up early; you wake up hours after her. You get up from the bed and drag your feet across the floor to where you hear noise from- the kitchen. Hyun-ju is in the kitchen, over the stove, making breakfast for the two. "Good morning, baby" she says without looking up at you. "Hmmm..." you hum and go behind her, hugging her waist and resting your head on her back. Hyun-ju leans against the hug, smiling.

"How are you?" She asks softly. "Mhm..." you reply, still half awake; with bed head still, drool dried up on the corner of your mouth, eyes heavy, your tangtop weirdly shifted on you, your shorts a bit pulled down. "You look beautiful," Hyun-ju says. "You're beautiful," you reply. "Thank you, honey," she smiles. "Go get ready for the day, you said you had errands to run today. We need to get to the store before all the people flock in," she explains. "Okay mom," you groan sarcastically, peeling yourself away from her and dragging your feet back to the room. Hyun-ju laughs at your sarcasm and continues cooking.

fter a bit, you come back with your makeup and hair done, with your outfit of the day. Hyun-ju looks at you as she finishes the cooking and smiles, "You look pretty." "Thank you baby, you too," you smile, fully awake now. You walk up to her and kiss her for the first time this morning. You wrap your arms around her neck, your hands on your waist. You two keep kissing, your lipgloss/stick smudging onto her lips. You pull away and smile and Hyun-ju looks down at you.

"Cmon let's go eat," she whispers, your face still close to hers. "Why don't I eat you instead?" You reply and Hyun-ju rolls her eyes. She kisses your head and places her hand on your lower back, gently guiding you to the dining table. You sit at the table, your wife sitting next to you and serving your plate. "Thank you, bombon" you kiss Hyun-jus cheek. In return, she kisses your lips. Your head rests on her shoulder as you two eat, enjoying the start of your day with your beautiful wife.

Sorry it's short 😖😖😖😖

I'm tired it's late

[moncesita-te4lblu]

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Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), gn!reader

Warnings/CW : murder, torture, drugging, breaking bones, ripping off teeth, punching, tying up, stripping, stabbing, guns, tongue being cut out, a loooooot of blood, needles breaking inside, burning alive, more stuff I can't remember

A/N : sorry if it's short <333

Art disappears for days, hours at a time, because of his... hobbies. And you got used to it at this point. Art always comes home covered in blood, gifts you beating hearts and gifts you items that one belonged to victims, all the time. You were used to it.

Behind your house, you have an old shed. It was big, probably enough for someone to set up a living area in. Art used that shed to bring victims to to torture them, and used it to make up more of his sadistic weapons. He rarely used it for torturing tho. He'd only use the shed for bloodshed if he was close to the house and had no where else to do it at.

You're sat in the living room and it's 11pm, and you hear the door that opens your garage and to the backyard open. Minutes later, Art walks through the door, grinning down at you. "Hi baby," I smile. Art holds two pointer fingers up and leans back a little. He points at you then at himself, then points to the backyard. "You got one?" He nods excitedly and points to you and him again.

"You want me to join you?" He nods again, excitedly. You think about it and nod and shrug, and get up. Art gets jiddy and happy. "Hold it." You go to your room and put on some old clothes you don't mind getting some blood on and slip on some old black sneakers and come back to your boyfriend. He holds out his elbow and you hook your arm around his.

Art happily walks to the shed. He opens the door for you and gesters you in. You walk in to see a woman, passed out against a wall. Art walks in and closes and locks the door behind him, grinning. "Well that's unsafe." You kick the girl a bit and she falls limp to the side. Art brings out a chair from the corner. You pick the woman up and sit her on the chair. She had long brown hair and pale skin, in a pink tangtop and jean shorts. You strip her so she's only in her underwear and turn to Art. "Rope?" It takes him a second to reply as he stares at you, grinning. He gives you rope.

You tie her hands and feet to the chair, so tight it hurts- which is what you want. And cover her mouth with ductape. You look up at him. "Are you gunna do anything too or follow me tonight?" You step closer to him. Art points at you and pulls you in for a kiss. You kiss him back instantly.

From behind you, you hear muffled, panicked screams. You turn around to see the woman now awake, and fearful. You look at you and he looks at you, matching eachothers grin. You pull away from Art and walk closer to the woman. You grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back. "Keep her here." You tell Art and he walks over, holding her head up by her hair. You grab a small knife and walk up to her. You tear the ductape off her and force her mouth open. She fought back, but not too hard since she's still recovering from whatever drugs Art gave her. You reach in and grab her tongue, cutting it with the small knife. You slowly cut her tongue off, the woman screaming throughout all of this. She choked on her own blood, spitting some back into your face, a lot running down her chin and neck. She cried and screamed, as best as she could choking on her own blood.

You pull her tongue out and throw it somewhere in the dark-ish shed room. Art looks at you the whole time, his eyes flickering between the bloody scene and your face. He throws her head forward, his hands leaving her hair. Art grabs a bigger knife and stabs her wrist, barely missing the rope. The woman screams and chokes out more of her blood, thrashing around a bit. Art moves the knife around in her, making her scream more.

You grab a hammer, striking her on the cheek once and twice and more until you see a couple teeth fall out of her mouth, more blood leaving her mouth. Her cheek is swelled a little, indicating that her cheekbone broke. Her screams get weaker and weaker. You give the bloody hammer to Art and he strikes her again on her already broken cheekbone. He strikes her in the jaw, breaking it immediately. And she jumps and wails out in pain again.

You go to a set of drawers and pull out a handful of syringes and two small tubs of medication. Paralyzing medication and adrenalin. You place the empty syringes on the table, grabbing one and put the paralyzing medicine in it. You pull her head to the side and inject her. Once the medicine is fully drained in her, you shove the needle fully in her neck and twisting it roughly until the needle snaps inside her, causing her to yelp. You turn around and Arts standing a foot away from you, syringe in hand, full of the adrenalin medication. You gester him to go ahead and inject her, in the neck but a different stop. Art injects her rougher than you did, breaking the needle into her too, silently laughing at her pain.

You hand Art a hammer, eyeballing her wrists. Art grins and nods at you and does a "gotcha" movement. He shatters her wrist, her body not moving but her eyes scrunching up and closing and tearing up in pain. Her head hangs to the side, her mouth open, still bleeding. Art kneels down and shatters her ankles too. He leaves the hammer on the floor and you grab the knife from the woman's wrist.

You stab her chest and stomach over and over again. Art walks up and grabs a gun, firing it a couple times at her thighs and legs. After a while- what feels like almost an hour- you two stop cutting and shooting her up, just staring at her. Her chest is still moving. The adrenalin is working wonders. You look down at her knocked out teeth on the floor and pick them up. You shove them down her throat, forcing her to swallow them and punch her in the face. Her nose starts bleeding, her eyes tearing up more in pain. You step back and look at her.

"Grab her." Art unties the woman and carries her outside, following you. You grab gasoline and matches. Art throws her on the grass, blood pooling around her. You pour gasoline on her and step back with Art, giving him the matches. He happily takes them and lights her on fire. Art pulls you in, kissing you hard. You wrap your bloody arms around his neck as you two make out, Arts bloody hands gripping onto your shirt. The woman lays motionless, thanks to the paralyzing medicine, as she burns alive in your backyard. You two keep kissing, blood on both of your faces.

Thankfully you two don't live around people, so no police were called that night. You two had a fun night, even after the murder. You two dump what's left of her after leaving her to burn somewhere the next day.

Inspired a bit from The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016) <3

[moncesita-te4lblu]

Would yall enjoy an Art fic where reader and him torture somebody together? Like #dateideas #bondingtimes??

[moncesita-te4lblu]

okay so i have a good request.. ive asked other people but their like hella busy and stuff and i wanna ask one more time to someone else because your work is AMAZING. would you be down to write a slowburn fluff/smut? like he comes home after a killing spree and all he wants is to lay down and get comfortable and we start cuddling.. and then more..? like idk if you get my image but yeah! if you cant its okay but i wanted to try you bc your art is amazing.

Just did it <3333

[moncesita-te4lblu]

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Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), afab!reader

Warnings/CW : kinda slowburn, Art almost kills you on purpose, funny stuff, rough smut, wall sex, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, choking, pussy slapping, oral (f! Receiving), multiple orgasms, you pass out mid sex, Art is stumped and confused, you're ok tho, talks about blowjobs, bit of fluff at the end, tell me if I missed anything

A/N : I have nowhere to go this Halloween ☹️ just stay home, write and take photos of myself

Its around midnight, you're in your kitchen cooking dinner. Usually you don't cook at midnight but you were busy all day and it just got pushed back. Plus, your boyfriend wasn't home yet. The infamous Mikes County Killer, Art the Clown. He was taking his usual time out there, spilling blood, guts, and pain, while you were home, working or being lazy.

You're surprised your still up with this much energy. You did wake up really late today, since you didn't have work that day. You took that time to organize the house, clean everything up, shower, maybe even trim your hair with a pair of random scissors you prayed didn't belong to Art- knowing what he does with them- and knowing that although he has okay hygiene, he doesn't properly clean his weapons like at all.

You switch between mixing and checking on the red rice, stirring the big pan of cooking chicken, stirring the smaller pan of cooking beef, and finally stirring the pan of cut up bell peppers, broccoli, corn, and onion. The rice finished cooking and so did the vegetables- the chicken and beef still needed some time- when Art busted through your front door, a scowl on his face, his leg and torso cut up a bit from (what you can only guess) a victim fighting back, and blood all over him. He drops his bag of weapons and goes to find you, the scowl not leaving his face.

That expression would've terrified anyone. But really, you were used to it. The more logical side of your brain knew it was only a matter of time before he treats you like any other victim of his; scalping, cutting, drugging, stabbing, torturing. But you decided to just play along with him. Maybe if you act nice and continue to treat him like this, he'll make your death less brutal. Hopefully. But truly you don't know. Nobody but him knows what's going on in his head. He's like a wild animal; sometimes you can get close and they look still- froze- waiting for you to get close and closer, before they pounce on you and attack. Brutally attack.

Art stands by you, not really doing anything but standing with the scowl on his face, staring at you. You smile and wave up at him, giving him a little "Hi baby", before turning your attention back to the food. There was silence, the only thing making noise being the food cooking.

You feel something cold on the back of your neck. You look up at Art and in the corner of your eye, you see his hand outstretched behind your neck. You can't really tell what it is he has but you will admit, it's scarring you. You tried not to show it though. You know Art loves when his victims show fear. If he has thoughts of killing you, fear will only fuel it.

He lowers his hand while you watch. Now you can see what he had pressed against you. A knife- which is probably the least painful object he owns for killing. You again, tried to show now fear. Your eyes didn't widen and your breathing stayed like before. But your heart is beating faster. That's something you can't control. You just showed confusion. Art drops the knife onto the floor- thankfully missing his and yours feet- and turn around, leaving and disappearing into your bedroom.

Once he leaves, you sigh. What the fuck was that? This isn't the first time he's pressed a weapon against you but it still shakes you up everytime. And maybe that's what he wants. You bend down and pick up the knife, throwing it in the sink. You continue cooking, acting like your boyfriend didn't just hold a knife against you.

You taste test everything, ensuring that everything's thoroughly cooked. When the taste is up to your standards, you go to turn off the stove. As your reaching for it, you hear a loud "honk" right in your ear. You jump and turn around, more terrified than when he held a knife to your neck. Art is there, now fully cleaned of blood, and silently laughs. Hard. And buckles over in laughter and pointing at you. He then puts a hand of his heart and mocks your shocked expression and the way you jumped. You bend over the counter, holding your head and laughing too.

Art comes over and grabs a hold of your waist, wrapping both arms around you and lifting you up. He swings you around a bit and kisses your neck. You laugh as he does, now forgetting about the past incident. "Baby-" you laugh. Art perks up and looks at you. "Go sit at the dinner table, I'll bring out your dinner." Art rolls his eyes and gives you once last squeeze before he lets go and slumps over to his spot on the dinner table.

You serve two plates; Art has some chicken, beef, rice and vegetables, which yours has the same but less beef. You bring out his plate first, setting it in front of him and kissing him on the lips. And go back to get your plate and when you come back and set your plate down across Art, you notice his vegetables are gone from his plate and... on the floor, a very thin, useless napkin covering them.

"Babe." Now it's your turn to scowl at him. Art was some of the beef in his mouth. He looks up at you, dumbfounded. "Why the shit is your food on the floor?" Art shrugs and looks around at the floor around him and looks puzzled, like he's pretending the food on the floor doesn't exist. "Art." You glare at him and he just looks like he doesn't know what you're talking about, doing hand movements to tell you you're crazy.

You opened your mouth to speak but Art held up a finger, shushing you. He points to the beef and then his arm, his eyes questioning. "What?" He does the same again. You shrug, looking confused. Art rolls his eyes like you're the dumb one and points to the beef and then to you and him. "I dont-" Art rolls his eyes harder, throwing his body back in dramaticness too. He points to the beef again, and shrugs, looking at you like it's so obvious to know what he's trying to ask you.

"What is it??" You ask, trying to guess what he's trying to say. Art nods, happily and relieved that you finally got it. "It's beef. It's cow." You say and start eating, taking a bite of the chicken. Arts grin is quickly wiped off his face and he slumps. "What?" You ask and eat. Art does a handmovement to say "oh nevermind" and he starts eating. "I'm not cooking human, Art. Don't even think about it." You scold and Art mocks you in response. You just roll your eyes and eat, forgetting the vegetables on the floor.

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After dinner, you two clean up the kitchen. Art washes the dishes while you put the dishes in the sink and wiping down the counters and sweeping the floor. You have music on, singing along as Art bops his head dances a little to the music.

After cleaning, you two go to your shared bedroom. As soon as your door closes, you pounce on Art. You wrap your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his. Almost like he was expecting it, Art instantly grabbed onto you and kissed you back, using tongue and gripping onto your pajamas.

Art pushes you against the wall, his hands still gripping your hips. Your hands reach behind his back and zipped down the zipper on his clown suit. Art starts peeling off your clothes until you're completely naked. You pull off arts clown fit until he's naked too, just his facepaint and mini tophat on.

Art flips you over so you're pressed against the wall. You open your legs a bit and Art grabs your asscheeks, opening them apart and angling his dick with your pussy. He spits on his dick and slowly slips into you, his hands moving to your hips. You let out a soft moan and press your cheek against the wall, looking back at him. Your full body is against the wall, your ass poking out a little.

Art starts slamming his hips against you, his pace getting rougher and rougher. Your body jolts and you moan louder. With every thrust, your thighs slap against the wall. Art reaches around your neck. He wraps his bare hand around the front of your neck and he flips you two over. His back lays against the wall, one hand on your hips as he continues to thrust into you. He pulls your head back by your neck, squeezing a little. Your hands reach back and grab onto his legs as his pace becomes almost unhuman.

Art slaps your ass hard as he does, grinning at your yelp in response. He trails is hand down, roughly grabbing your tits, then trailing fully down to your hip. He pushes down on your back to make you bend over and his other hand grabs a fistful off your hair and pulls your head back. Art grabs your thighs with the hands that was once on your back and opens your legs more. He then grabs your hand and places it on your pussy, and you start mastutbating yourself. All the while his pace stays harsh and rough like usual.

After a while you warn Art of your upcoming orgasm, to which he replies by slapping your ass harshly a couple more times until you cum on his dick; your fingers still circling your clit and Arts pace not faltering. Art abruptly stops his movements, planting himself balls deep into you. He lets go of your hair, his hands just resting on your hips. You slowly stand up straight again. Art grabs the hand you used to pleasure yourself with, pressing it against his lips and into his mouth, licking your juices off your fingers. His other hand pulls your hair back. He slowly turns to look at you, a grin on his face, and he dives in to kiss your lips.

He lets go of you and peels you off his dick, walking you to the bed and pushing you on your back, onto the bed. Art opens your legs, kneeling between them. He uses his fingers to massage your clit for a while before he raises his hand up and slaps your pussy. Not too hard but enough to sting. When he hears you moan and watches your legs jolt, he does it again. And again. And again. And again, till your pussy was wetter and red.

Art stops slapping you, then leans down and starts roughly eating your pussy. You moan loudly and wiggle a little as he does. He forces your legs open and keeps them there as he makes out with your pussy. You grab his head and push it closer to you, his large nose pressing against your clit.

You grind against his face until you cum on his face and he keeps eating you out. Your body spasms. He finally pulls away and licks his lips, standing up again. He lines his dick up with your pussy, instantly pludging himself into you and his expression contorts at the feeling. He starts moving his hips again, fast.

You cry out in overstimulation, your nails digging into his arms as his hands grip your hips tightly. A single tear runs down your face. Art sees this a grins, enjoying the pleasure- and pain- he's giving you. He licks the tear, biting your cheek a little before he comes back up. Your legs shake and tremble and your face looks disheveled. But Art loves when your helpless like this with him. Because of him.

Art winks down and at you and blows you a kiss. He then slams into you, hard, and stays there for a second, balls deep inside you. Then he does it again. And again. And again. He grins wider and wider with every moan you scream out.

He then wraps his hand around your neck, tightly, and starts up his fast, rough pace into you. Your hands claw at his arm as he chokes you, but not too hard. Well... not at first at least. After a couple more minutes, and a couple more orgasms pulled from you, he grips your neck tighter. Your face is now redder than it's ever been.

Art slams into you, cumming inside you, his grin not leaving his face, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your pussy. Even after he came, he kept going, moving fast like before. Like he had all the energy in the world. He squeezed a little tighter at your neck for a second, cutting your airways for only a second before he let you breath again as he fucked you.

Your body slowly became more and more limp, your eyes getting loopy and your heart racing. Your moans start getting fainter and quieter, which makes Art falter a bit but he doesn't stop. Seconds later your body goes limp and your eyes close. You passed out. Whether that be from the choking or from the overstimulation, you don't know. You just know you knocked out.

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You woke up minutes later, now laying against a pillow on the bed. You have a blanket over your still-naked body and the ceiling fans on. You see Art sitting next to you on the bed, now in sports shorts and a T-shirt. He's looking down at you as you wake up, and you have a feeling he's been like that for the whole time you've been asleep.

Art has confusion and... fear in eyes. Fear for Art is rare. Rarer than rare. Someone like Art is never scared. Confused yes, he's sometimes confused, but not scared. He's watched you almost cut a finger off while cooking and his eyes looked more hungry and like he was holding back than scared for your life. But now he's scared. There's finally some human emotion in his eyes.

You two don't do anything but stare at eachother for some time. Didn't Art almost kill you when he got home? Why does he look worried now? It's like he's not even blinking.

Arts tilts his head, looking down at you. He slowly inches his hand to your neck, lightly touching the red marks of his hand left behind. You turn on your side, smiling tiredly as you look up at him. Art touches your face and raises his eyebrows, still confused on why you just knocked out mid sex. "Ya kno-" you stop talking when you hear your own voice. It's very very raspy. You clear your throat and go to talk again. That didn't help. Still raspy. But you talked anyway.

"A girl can only take so much, baby." You laugh. Art rolls his eyes and mocks you. He's back to his usual self. "Whaat??" You laugh again and wrap your arms around his waist. Art ruffles your already-messed-up hair, grinning down at you playfully again.

"Maybe if I wake up first tomorrow, I'll wake you up with a blowjob." You rub your elbow on his crotch and he instantly gets hard again. You get off him and lay back on the bed. He looks down at you with a frown. "Tomorrow." You remind him. Art huffs and rolls his eyes, getting into bed with you. You two sleep, clinging onto eachother.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN

[moncesita-te4lblu]

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Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), afab!reader

Warning/CW : harscore(ish) smut, incorrect use of a gun, sex toys (vibrator, dildos, anal plug), triple penetration, double penetration, squirting, oral (f! Receiving), gagging, some blood, reader gets carried, hair pulling, some butt stuff (no shit or piss dw), and other things I forgot

A/N : is this long idk (that's what she said), enjoy u freaks, sorry in advance for rushing or spelling mistakes

Art is into some harsh shit. In every way. You already know how he handles his victims. But he's also into harsh shit in bed. You two have already discussed a safe"word" in case he takes something too far. Shake your head three times and times over. That's what you two agreed on.

Now here you are, tired to the bed. You're slumped against the headboard, fully naked, your hands tied behind your back, your legs tied apart. Your calves are pressed against your thighs, then are tied to the legs of the bed, forcing them apart. Apart enough to be uncomfortable a little, but not painful.

Art grabs some "toys" from the nightstand drawer, placing it next to you, just like he does when he's getting ready to torture someone; laying out the weapons in front of them as they're tied up, helpless. He sets out the toys on the bed but sets out some items on the floor, out of your sight. You feel yourself getting wetter as you look down at Arts display, imaging him using them on you.

Art happily walks to the bed and sits in front of your open legs. He grabs the dildo next to you first, pressing it against your lips. You open your mouth and he shoves as much as he can down your throat, making you gag a couple times as he lets it sit there. He pulls it out, and pressed it against your bare pussy; massaging your clit with it for a second before he fully puts it into you. You let out a moan. Art uses his fingers to keep the plastic dick inside you, pressing into the bottom of the base.

He takes a vibrator from next to you, instantly turning it on the highest sitting and pressing it against your clit. You yelp out a moan and Art grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you. He uses one hand to keep the vibrator against you, the other one starting to thrust the dildo in and out of you, fast. You throw your head back and moan more, Art responding by moving the vibrator up at down your clit, continuing his fast pace with the dildo.

You squirm around in the rope, Art not slowing down. He continues his pace until you moan out that you're cumming, pressing the plastic dick fully inside you and the vibrator still against your clit, on the same high setting. You reach your climax and eventually Art pulls the dildo out and turns off the vibrator. Art bends down and licks your pussy, making out with it for a bit before he gets back up. He bunches his fingers together, kissing his fingertips cartoonishly, silently saying "delicious!".

Art grabs an anal plug, putting the plug in his mouth for a second and taking it out with a "pop" sound (it's clean ya nasties). He- surprisingly gentle- puts it into your ass and pats your thigh encouragingly.

He looks at the mysterious items on the floor, and he looks up at you with a huge, almost sinister, grin on his face. Art reaches down, grabbing a... gun. You look more confused than scared. Art opens the gun, showing you there's no bullets, shooting it a couple times to prove it too. You're panting, silently questioning him. He puts the safety on so it won't shoot, loaded or not, and grins up at you. He teases your pussy with the gun, nudging your clit with it. You let out a soft moan, not questioning the gun anymore. Art pushes the long end of the gun into you and you moan again.

Art wasn't going as fast on the gun as he did with the dildo, put he wasn't going slow, persay. Art never goes slow. Or nice. Art goes to lay on stomach, giving your clit a kiss. His lips wrap around it, swirling his tongue around the bud and sucking on it as he fucks you with his gun. He grinds his clothed dick against the bed as he looks up at you, with an almost animalistic look in his eyes.

He starts thrusting the gun in and out if you faster. You moan louder and throw your head back. You feel the vibrations of a groan on your clit, though you couldn't hear the groan, and your thighs shake. You buck your hips against him as you get closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night. After a while, you cum on the gun. Art stop grinding against the bed and pulls the gun out of you, sitting up again and inspecting your juices on the gun. He licks up the mess on the metal, maintaining eye contact with you. And it did turn you on more watching that.

Art puts the gun back down and shoves two fingers into your pussy, curling his fingers up and moving his fingers at a fast pace- the fastest he's been so far. You yell out a moan and your legs shake as you squirt all over Arts fingers, wrist, arm, and bedsheets. He pulls his fingers out and shoves them down your throat, making you drink your own juices and gag on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and slaps you across the face and you bite your lip.

"That all you got?" You ask shakingly. His eyes become daring and he slaps you on the opposite cheek, harder than the first. Your lip starts bleeding and you look up to him, dazed. Art grabs your chin, looking at the wound on your lip. He watches the blood run from your lip to your chin and onto his hand. He licks up your chin, to your lips. He kisses you feverishly, and roughly.

As you two kiss, Art undos the rope holding your legs apart. Once your legs are free, Art pulls away from the kiss and flips you over. Your hands are still tied behind your back, your face in a pillow, and your ass in the air. Art undresses himself. He pulls out your anal plug and sets it with the rest of the toys on the side. Art picks up another dildo, a little short than the last one, and shoves it in your pussy. He moves it a couple times while it's inside, then pulls it out. Art presses the now wet dildo up to your asshole and push it inside, slowly.

You moan, and pant when it's fully inside. Art grabs your asscheek with one hand, his thumb keeping the dildo in place- inside. He uses his other hand to guide his dick into your pussy. You moan, muffled a bit because of the pillow your face is in, when he's fully inside. Art grips onto your hips with both hands and he starts a brutal, harsh pace- the harshest he's been all night. Your hands are still tied behind your back, your hands gripping onto the rope tightly. You sob out moans as he moves against you, your eyes rolling back.

Art grips onto your ass, massaging it and spanking it every once in a while. Art reaches over and grabs the other- bigger- dildo. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pull your head back harshly, your loud, desperate moans being very audible now. With his other hand, he shoves the dildo down your throat, moving it in and out in a fast pace. You gag and moan, tears streaming down your face, drool down your chin.

After a while, you cum again, and Art pulls the dildo away from your mouth as you moan loudly, though the thrusts of his own dick inside you never falters. Once you calm down a bit from your orgasm, Art shoves the dildo right back down your throat, face fucking you with it. Your hands grip onto the rope tying them together until your knuckles turn white.

Your legs shake and you keep gagging on the plastic dick Art keeps shoving into your mouth, drool spilling and pooling under you, onto the pillow. Your face is red and there's a bit of dry blood smudged on your lower lip. All the while, Art looks down at you with his usual sinister grin, his shoulders moving in a silent laugh when you get louder or gag.

Suddenly, Art pulls the dildo out of your mouth, setting it to the side. He grabs onto your hips with both hands and go harder than he was going before. You scream out a moan and a couple curses, making him silently laugh at you as he continues. He smacks your ass a couple times before he fully presses against your ass, cumming inside you. At the feeling, you orgasm again, this time less violent and spratic as the other few times.

Art stays inside, not moving, just listening to your pants and whimpers. "Kiss?" You pant out. Art nods and leans forward, kissing you gently on the lips. Finally, he pulls away and pulls his dick out of you, looking at the mess between your legs. You gently takes the dildo out of your ass and you body finally relaxes. Your knees give out and you lay fully on your stomach, your arms still tied behind your back.

Art unties you and flips you over so your laying on your back. He gives you a questioning look and a thumbs up, then thumbs down, asking you if you're ok. You smile and nod up at him, giving him a thumbs up. He leans down and kisses you before getting up, putting on some clothes, and grabbing everything he put inside you that night. He hold up a finger, telling you to wait a minute, and he walks out of the room. He comes back a couple minutes later, everything he was holding now cleaned and dried- included the gun. You watch as he puts every toy back into the drawer on the nightstand.

He stands up, cracking his back. Art looks over to your tired, fucked out state. Your face red, hair messed up, blood on your lower lip, dried up tears and drool on your face, rope marks on your arms and legs and your body shaking. He grins a little at the mess he made, but quickly wipes it off his face and goes to carry you, bridal style. Art carries you to the bathroom, carefully placing you on the toilet. He gives you another questioning look and a thumbs up. You give a thumbs up back.

He hops onto the counter next to you. After what you two just did you couldn't give half a fuck that he sits there while you pee. You tell him to look away while you wipe and he does. You close the lid and flush and Art hops off the counter and carries you to bed. He lays down with you, you two snuggling and clinging onto eachother. You fall asleep, feeling safe in his arms. The safest anyone has ever felt in his arms.

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I TYPED HALF THIS SHIT OUT AT NIGHT AND WOKE UP AND FINISHED IT AND WHAT I WROTE TODAY DIDNT SAVEEEEEEE

I HAD TO REWRITE TS

[moncesita-te4lblu]

are there any rules for requests?

Rules ♡♡♡

Characters I write for :

Art the clown (Terrifier)

Deidara (naruto)

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Kenma Kozume (Haikyuu)

Thomas Hewitt (Chainsaw Massacre)

Cho Hyun-ju (Squidgames 2)

Etc (you can request and ask if I write for them)

Things I WILL write :

Smut

^Bdsm, ropes, hard smut, etc

Fluff

Angst

^character/reader death

Murder/torture

Other violence

Afab!reader x character

F!reader x character

Gn!reader x character

Things I WONT write :

Nasty kinks

^shit, piss kinks, goreporn etc

Rape/noncon/dubcon

Child x character (romantically)

M!reader x character (I'm a female idk how to write male characters I'm sorry 😔😔)

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If you have questions, you can ask away and I'll edit or update this as I go 😋😋

Also I have school and I'm tired a lot so I'm sorry if I just leave for long periods of times pls just be patient

[moncesita-te4lblu]

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Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), afab!reader

Warnings/CW : blood, talks about murder, domesticity, HARD smut, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, oral (f! Receiving), Art himself, silly stuff, cussing, reader has a poochina, a lot of words, etc etc

A/N : IM BACK and OBSESSED with Art rn yall r gunna get sm of this clown omgggg (he looks so hot in that gif)

It's 8:50pm.

You're laying on your couch, your head on one armrest, your feet resting on the cushion. You're dressed in your pajamas, a soda on the coffee stand and a bag of chips in your arms. You watch your favorite show on the TV. Almost every light is off around you, which would scare anyone. Especially where you live, and knowing what- rather whos- been creeping around the streets recently. Lucky for you, you're dating him. So you'd say you're pretty safe. At least you hope so. The only light on is a small kitchen light, and the light coming from the TV screen.

There was three knocks at your front door, which was a couple feet away from where you're laying down. You recognized those knocks. "It's open!" You shout and shove some chips into your mouth. The door opens, revealing your murderous clown boyfriend, Art. He walks in, a frown on his face for a second before his grin returns. He shuts and locks the door behind him and he drops his bag full of weapons by the couch.

Art walks up to you happily and reaches over to hug you. That's when the familiar (too familiar) smell of blood hits your nose and you stop Art from hugging you. You get a better look at him, now realizing that he's covered in blood. The clown sulks a bit when he's rejected affection. "Babe, you need to shower."

Art rolls his eyes and leans back a little in the process, putting his hands up in a fake surrender. He looks side to side a couple times before he tries to hug you again, huffing dramatically when you again, refuse to touch him. "Go shower and we can cuddle." His mouth forms an "O" shape and his eyes widen. He nods vigorously and turns on his heels and speeds to the bathroom. You laugh and focus back on the TV and your snacks.

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After a while, you're still laying on the couch, sipping your soda and eating from your almost-finished bag of chips. Suddenly, right next to your ear, a loud squeak sound startles you. You jump (or if you're like me, you scream too) and look behind you where the noise was. And there he was; your boyfriend. He leaned back in silent laughter, pointing at you, still holding the horn he loves so much that he used to scare you.

You roll your eyes and laugh with him a little. Instead of his usual clown attire, he has a black T-shirt on, with the word "cunt" across the chest in white and black sweatpants. He still has his usual clowny makeup on, just now it's cleaned of blood. When laughter dies down, Art suddenly lunges at you, hugging you over the couch, tightly. You hug his arm. "Come around so we can cuddle." He instantly shoots up and scrambles to walk around the couch. You didn't have time to fully open your arms before he laid down on you. His arms wrap around you and he nuzzles his face in your chest.

You wrap your arms around Art, just as tightly as his arms wrap around you. His hands slide down your back and to your ass, a huge grins on his face, thought he's not looking at you. You let him feel you up and watch the TV. Until you feel Art squeeze your ass a couple times. He finally looks up, his shit-eating grin not leaving his face. "Art-" you look down at him. He maintains eye contact with you as he gives you a couple more squeezes, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

You press your cheek against his head and laugh a little with him. "I love you," you tell him softly. He squeezes you tighter and kisses your collarbone. "Do you love me too?" He nods vigorously as a response, then sits up a little, outstretching his arms, seeming to say "this much", his smile not leaving his face. You smile up at him and he collapses again into your arms, squeezing you tight.

You continue to watch TV as Art snuggles against you, clinging onto you and locking his eyes onto your face; not once looking at the TV. You play with the tag on the back- inside of his shirt as his arms stay fully wrapped around your waist, forcing your back to arch a bit. You look over at the clock. 9:56 pm.

"Baby," you reach for the remote and turn off the TV and sit up a bit, "lets go to bed." Art wiggles his eyebrows at that and you just scoff as a reply. He gets up and so do you. Art bends his elbow to you, offering to hold your arm, almost like a butler would to the princess. His other hand on his hip and he continues to smile widely. You hook your arm into his and he happily guides you both to your shared bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and reaches in to find the lightswitch, his tongue sticking out in an almost cartoonish manner of concentration. His smile returns when he flicks on the light and he fully opens the door, let's go of your arm, and gestures you in, in a "ladies first" kind of manner. You tiredly laugh and walk into the room. Art shut the door behind him when he enters too.

You tear off your bra and pull down your pants, then climb under the covers. Art climbs into bed with you, immediately snuggling close to you, burying his face in your neck. After a while, he pulls away and points at his cheek. "Kiss?" He nods and you kiss where he pointed. He turns his face to show his other cheek, pointing to it too, and you kiss it. He turns again and points to the cheek you kissed first and you lean in to kiss it again, when he moves his head at the last minute, making you kiss his lips. He silently laughs, pointing at you, silently saying "gotcha!". "Hey!" You laugh.

You flip eachother over, getting on top of him. His mouth forms an "O" shape for a second before his grin returns and he wiggles his eyebrows, his hands tracing your back. "If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked." You kiss his lips and Art immediately presses his hand on the back of your head, tilting his head opposite of yours. You hum as you two kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, which makes Art frown, and he pushes you back into his lips. You smile and laugh a little bit kiss him back.

Arts hand goes down once again, giving your ass a playful squeeze. After a while of kissing, you two pull away and you lay on his side, looking up at him. How you loved this man. This sick, sick man. You both look at eachothers eyes, the only sound being heard is your breathing and an occasional car driving past coming for outside. You can't even hear him breathe. It's not like he's human anyway.

Art blows you a kiss, which you reply back with the back of your hand against your forehead, in a dramatic fashion, throwing your head back. Art holds you closely and buries his face into your neck, grinning. He looks at you, an eyebrow raised, as he slips his hand under your underwear, his hand now on your bare ass. When you look at him, silently questioning him, his eyebrow raises further up. "..finee." you roll your eyes and smile down at him.

Arts eyes light up instantly and he gets on top of you. He kisses your neck, rougher than his other kisses earlier that night. He grabs onto your hips and hoists you up so your head lays against the headboard, his body between your legs. Art dips his head down between your legs and bites your pantyline and tugs it off with his teeth, and painfully slow. He maintains eye contact the whole time and when you lock eyes with him, he wiggles his eyebrows in a playful manner, which you reply back with a breathy laugh.

Art pushes your legs back as far as they can comfortably go. He finally breaks eye contact to stare down at your pussy, licking his lips in an- again- almost cartoonish manner. He stays staring at it for seconds too long, making you look away a little embarrassed, feeling too exposed for too long now. Suddenly he dives in, not even going easy first. Your thighs tremble and you moan in suprise, your hands grabbing onto the bedsheets. Art goes from roughly sucking on your clit, shoving his tongue into you, and making out with your pussy, roughly moving his head side to side as he does. He occasionally looks up to watch your reaction to his movements, then looks back down at your pussy. He pulls away, making you look down at him. He uses one hand to point at the hand holding your legs apart. You caught the gist, replaces his hands on the back of your knees, opening your legs, with yours.

Once his hands are free, he licks his lips again and dives back in. Art uses his thumbs to spread you open, giving him more access. He goes faster and faster and you moan louder and louder. Your thighs tremble and Art continues eating you out. Art pulls away every so often, licking around your pussy, your inner thighs, and your ass; licking up your juices. He locks his lips around your clit and sucks roughly, moving his head side to side.

You moan louder and louder, warning him of your upcoming orgasm. He continues his movements, his hands gripping your hips and pressing his mouth impossibly closer to you. You grip onto your own thighs as your head rolls back, as your orgasm hits you like a train. You moan loudly, calling out his name, your legs threatening to close but your strong grip on them keeps them open. Art slows down just a little bit, but does stop. You squirm a little from the overstimulation as he continues.

After another minute of Art making out with your pussy, he pulls away, sitting up. His eyes stay locked on your pussy, his fingers teasing and tracing it. His hand goes to your thigh as you let go of your legs and they relax. Art grabs your chin, roughly but not enough to hurt, and he looks at you darkly. That stare would've scared anybody. But you've gotten used to it. You can tell what his eyes are telling you, rather than what his mouth can't. He kisses you roughly, and you taste yourself on his lips. How you're not covered in his face paint is beyond you. Maybe it's not face paint. Maybe it's just his face. Who knows?

Art pulls down his pants as he kisses you, your arms wrapped around his neck. He keeps his pants still on, but pulls it down just enough to where his dick is now exposed. He gives you no warning before he enters you, then wasting no time to start moving. You struggle to kiss him back, while you moan louder than you did when he ate you out a couple minutes ago. His hands grip your hips and he fucks into you roughly. You grip onto his arms as your back arches. Art bites down onto your neck, occasionally kissing it too.

Your head starts to go fuzzy as he continues his almost brutal pace, your hands on his back now, nails digging into his back. "Art...art- baby..." you moan out, making him look up at you. His expression looks relaxed but hungry, which was rare but not unusual. "Faster...I want more... give me everything you have..-!" You begged, but before you can finish your sentence, Art does exactly what you asked of him.

His pace is almost unhuman, and brutal. But really, that's all he is: unhuman and brutal. But it hurts so good. Your legs try to close, but with Arts body between them, they stay open. His eyes never leave your face as he continues. His signature grin returns- with no time for you to question the sudden expression change- and he delivers a couple rougher, harder thrusts into you, going deeper and deeper into you with each prolonged thrust.

You look up at him and he silently laughs before diving back in to attack your neck, and his fast, hard thrust come back. Your brain feels fuzzy, to the point where you're now just babbling nonsense into his ear as you moan. Your eyes roll back and your thighs tremble. After a bit of Art raming into you, seemingly, unmercifully and attacking your neck, you again warn him of your upcoming orgasm. His movements don't slow down, or speed up, as you cum for the second time that night. Even when the feeling subsides, he doesn't stop. He doesn't even slow down. He just sits up and looks into your eyes as he overstimulates you, again.

He picks up your legs, pressing your knees on either side of your chest as he continues. Drool collects a little on the corner of your mouth. You grip onto his arms as he (borderline creepily) smiles at you, showing no signs of stopping. You couldn't tell if you wanted to beg for more, or beg for mercy. "Art! Fuuuck!" You borderline scream, your nails digging into his arms as you cum again, this time squirting, making a mess on his shirt- that he was still wearing- ,his pants, and the bedsheets under you.

Art looks down as you make the mess, almost like in a trance. Your legs tremble in his grasp and he finally stops. He pulls out and looks up at you tired, fucked out face. His face looked suprise and points to the mess. "What?" You question, panting. He looks between your mess and your face a couple times, surprised. Art grins and flips you over to your stomach. You lay your head on pillows as Art lifts your hips up. His hands never leaves your hips, knowing your wobbly legs wouldn't be able to hold yourself up.

He enters you once again, making you moan, this time muffled by the pillow. His harsh pace from before starts up again and your eyes roll back and back arches. You moan loudly- again muffled by the pillow- as he continues. After a while, it seemed like Art didn't like how the pillow muffled your moans, so he digs his hand into your hair and pulls your head back. You continue moaning, blabbering his name, along with nonsense.

In the midst of your incoherent blabbering, you begged him for more, which he caught onto. Art throws your head back into the pillow and grip your hips harder. He goes harder, matching his speed, so much that it hurts. You moan loudly and your legs threaten to give out but Art keeps you on your knees. You turn to your head to look back at him, and he's grinning, like usual, looking at your reaction.

Art let's go of one of your hips, his hand roughly smacking your ass as he continues. When he heard your loud moan of a response, he deliveres another rough hit to the same spot. And another. And another. And a final one. He massages the spot he abused, not slowing down his thrusts for a second. You mutter to him that you're close and he continues his pace against you. You moan loudly as you cum, again.

And like everytime, he doesn't stop when you came. You reach back and grab onto his hand. He keeps going with his pace you again, make a mess on him and the bed. Your moans now sounding more broken and tired, but still loud. Even after you squirt for the second time tonight, Art didn't stop. He keeps his harsh pace until you feel him finish inside you and pulls out. Your body relaxes, but tenses up again when Art shoves two of his fingers into you, moving them in a rough pace.

You let out broken, sob-like moans as he continues, your thighs shaking. He keeps his pace steady and harsh until he sees you starting to squirt again. He quickly pulls out, and dives his face into your pussy as you cum, drinking your fluids. He grips onto your thighs as he cleans you up and sits up, finally. He flips you over so you're on your back, and stares at you face; red, lips puffy, eyes wet, and the corners of your mouth wet too (whether that be from drool and from he made out with you after he ate you out).

Art points at his now wet shirt, pants and the bedsheets, then pointing an accusing finger at you, moving his hands to rest on his hips as he nods, like a disappointed parent. "Your fault," you tiredly spit back. Art throws his hands up in a fake surrender and leans back a little and rolls his eyes. "Go change you're wet-" He grins at that. "That's what she said," You speak for him. Arts grin stays on his face as he gets up from the bed and changes clothes. Once he's changed and you slip your underwear back on, he crawls back into bed with you, covering the two of you in your blanket. He hugs you tightly, his grip more innocent now, his head on your chest. He traces a heart on your back, his own way of saying "I love you".

"I love you too," you whisper to him and he holds you tighter. "...so much." You mutter before falling asleep in his arms. Legs hurt, stomach aches, brains static, but hey, you're laying in bed with a torturous, brutal killer clown and you're alive. And loved by him. And every "pain" he does give you is always in bed. And you love it. ♡

I'm sorry if there's spelling mistakes I wrote this at 11pm, fell asleep, and finished it when I woke up 😭😭

[moncesita-te4lblu]

Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

[moncesita-te4lblu]

Francis Mosses NSFW A-Z ♡♡

I love him <33

Reader is gn but has female anatomy.

A-ftercare (What're they like after sex)♡

Very very tired. Everything he says afterwards is either slurred or murmured. Very cuddly tho. Will not let you go. Very sappy afterwards too; telling you he loves you and how pretty and perfect you were/are.

Takes him a second to do it but eventually gets up to get you some water while you go to the bathroom (always pee after sex!).

B-ody part (favorite body part on you & him)♡

On you, he loves your hands and lips. He holds your hand a lot during sex even if hes absolutely destroying you. And he loves your lips because he just likes kisses (and how they look wrapped around his dick). Between tits or ass tho, I think he'd prefer boobs (not pun intended). Even if their small, he looves them.

On him, he'd say his hands are his favorite. He likes the way the have so much effect on you. Like when he fingers you or grabs onto your hips or thighs or when he grabs your hand during sex.

C-um (anything to do w cum basically)♡

I think he'd prefer to cum on your stomach or ass. Though I do think he'd cum inside every once in a while. When you suck him off, he let's you take control of his dick tbh. If you want him to cum all over your face, then he will. If you want it in your mouth, then he will. If you want it on your boobs, he will. He just wants to please you fr.

D-irty secret ♡

I feel like he'd have plenty of them. A main one tho is that he's stolen one of your panties and jerked off with them before. He felt guilty afterwards so that was the only time he did that. The others are small enough for him to forget about it

E-xperience (his past experiences)

♡

I feel like he had NO BITCHES before you came (tee hee) along. He was a quiet kid and just focused on himself, maybe had a couple gfs and intimate moments but you're probably the first "real deal" to come into his life in terms of love.

F-avorite position ♡

He'd like the classics. Like missionary, cowgirl, doggie, etc etc. He'd probably like missionary and cowgirl most. Missionary because of the intimacy. Cowgirl bc sometimes he wants some but he's tired (and boobs).

G-oofy (how serious/unserious are they during sex)♡

He's pretty in the middle. Sometimes he likes to slowly fuck you while you two have a normal conversations so sometimes there's jokes thrown in there. But if it's rougher/faster, he's more serious.

H-air (what kind of hair they got down there)♡

I think he trims it. Keeps it tame. He doesn't shave it clean tho, unless you tell him to, then he might. For the rest of his body, he does have some hair but not a lot.

I-ntimacy ♡

Oh this boy is INTIMATE. The kind of mf that looks at sex like "love-making" instead of just "fuck". Loves praising and listening to what you say. You say harder and he goes harder, you say slower and he goes slower, etc etc. Most of the sex you two have will most likely be when he's tired/half awake so all the praise and such are slurred in such a beautiful way yk.

J-ack off (how often does he jack off)♡

Other than what I said in the dirty secret section, he doesn't really do it anymore. Why imagine you when he has you right there?

K-inks ♡

Praise - he likes receiving and giving praise. He likes talking you through it, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves you.

Marking - he'd like to leave hickeys on you, not for a way to "claim" you, but just because he wants to and he likes your reaction to it when I sucks on your sweet spots.

Overstimulation - he likes to BE overstimulated. Sometimes he wants to keep going but his body doesn't or he's too tired so he just begs you to just ride him til he cries or passes out.

Nipple play - he likes to pinch and massage your boobs a lot. Even if you're not having sex, his hand lives on your boob. Most of your foreplay is him sucking and nibbling on your nipple, pinching your other one while he fingers you.

L-ocation (their favorite locations to do it)♡

I feel like he'd only want to do it at home. He doesn't like public stuff. At home tho, he'd do it anywhere; on the dinner table, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, anywhere. He could do it in the car tho. Maybe if he gets too worked up after a date and your apartment is too far away.

M-otivation (what turns him on)♡

Tbh. Everything. Skin tight shirts, your sleepwear (no matter what it is), etc. He likes when you take care of him too, just loving him turns him on.

N-o (some turn offs)♡

I'm so sorry yall but I think he'd say no to bdsm. Like maybe SOME parts of it he can do but like hard-core bdsm is a no.

He wouldn't want to actually hurt you in any way. Spanking is ok if it's not full force but like actually causing you pain is a no.

And he wouldn't like shit with pee, poop, and vomit. Shits nasty.

O-ral ♡

Oh bro. He EATS. Man can eat you out for hourss if you let him. He was a little shit at eating pussy at first but with more practice, he gets better and better. Like I'm talking about EATING pussy. There's no kitten licking with him, he is in. There.

And he loves when you suck him off. He talks while you do but they're all murmurs so no one knows what he's saying. He fucks your face gently (unless you tell him you want it rough) everytime. Mutters praises all throughout it and let's out of raspy moan when he cums.

P-ace ♡

Unless he's dead tired, he goes at whatever pace you want. When he's dead tired he wants to go slow and sensual. But if he had energy, he'll go at whatever pace you want him to go at. He starts off slow but if you tell him to go harder and harder he will beat that pussy numb.

Q-uickie (opinions on quickies)♡

I think he'd want to take his time with you so quickies are eh to him. If you seriously cannot wait but you can't leave wherever you are for too long, he'll take you somewhere private to eat you out till you're satisfied (or suck him off until he's satisfied).

He will leave an event for the day to have sex with you tho. If it gets that bad.

R-isk♡

To keep it short, he'd be down for experimenting as long as it's not in his "no" list.

S-tamina ♡

Again, depends on you. If you wanna ride him till the sun comes up, he'll thug it out for you. He likes overstimulation anyway. But tbh he rlly only goes for 2 rounds until you have to take over.

T-toys (toys they own)♡

I don't think he has any toys for himself. And he wouldn't really care if you had your own toys. He's fucked you with your toys before; like a vibrator up to your clit while he fucks you or a dildo in you while he sucks on your clit.

U-nfair (do they tease? And how often)♡

He doesn't really edge or tease you, but when he does, it's on accident. Sometimes he pulls out to cum on your stomach and accidently edges you. He doesn't mind when you do it to him. Feels good.

V-olume (how loud are they during sex)♡

Loud asf. Like I said, he talks during it, like murmuring and slurring his words. He's a moaner and whimperer too. Occasionally groaning but not really.

He LOVES when you're loud tho. He encourages it actually. Turns him on more.

W-ild card ♡

To add onto "volume", he talks dirty so much, even if it's under his breath. Like omfg the filth that comes out of his mouth is so unexpected.

Also, the amount of times you two were getting rough with it and he got that phone call (ykwim), he doesn't stop. He slows down a bit but just continues while you struggle to not blow you're cover.

X-ray (what's in those pants)♡

He's pretty average. Long, kinda thin, a vein on the top of his shaft from the base to the middle of it. He's about 6-7 inches, and he knows how to use it. Tbh I can't decide whether he's circumcised or not so you can personally decide that.

Y-earning (how high/low is his sex drive)♡

Surprisingly high. He's down to fuck whenever. Unless he's literally about to knock out cold. But if he's awake then so is his dick. He barley asks for sex tho, he wants YOU to initiate it. He just gives hints.

Z-zz (how fast he goes to sleep)♡

Like I said before, he's literally so tired afterwards. Once he makes sure you're okay and comfy, he snuggles close to you and sleeps.

I love him your honor.

[moncesita-te4lblu]

“Mrs Kodzuken said if I win this I can see her boobs, so I need you to throw this.”

There’s a few chortles and some actual laughter the rings through the discord call, all voices that haven’t changed a bit since high school. Even with ridiculously busy schedules and time zone differences, they always reserved Thursday’s to either play a game or watch movies over discord.

Tonight, was no different. Fukunaga, Lev, and Kuroo stood absolutely no chance in beating Kenma this game, but the lighthearted joke seemed to reignite the group.

“Why do we have to lose so you can see boobs?” Fukunaga asks incredulously.

“Yeah!” Lev chimes. “Aren’t you married or something?”

“It’s because Kenma still giggles when he sees titties,” kuroo teases, and Kenma offers him an eye roll that he’s sure his friend can’t see, but knows him well enough to know he did.

“We are, and I do, but it hits different when you get incentive to win. So, with all due respect, choke.”

It’s the last few turns, ready to end the game for the night. Lev’s already lost his stars to Fukunaga, now he’s just playing for fun, pretending his saltiness is real to keep the mood silly, Kuroo being as cocky as ever.

But it’s obvious, to everyone in the call, that Kenma is going to win this round. By a long shot.

Kenma smirks softly to himself when he hears the door creak open and your socked feet shuffle over the hardwood and small rug in the center of his gaming room.

“You have the stealth of a turd in the toilet,” he says, ignoring his friends laughing as he hears you giggle. He swivels the chair to let you plop on his thigh, watching fondly as you get comfortable.

“I just didn’t know if you wanted me in here,” you hum, looping your arms around his neck.

“You know you don’t have to ask to be in here,” he scoffs, smiling. “You wanna come play?”

You shake your head and nudge your nose against his temple, “no… just wanted to be next to you.” You take an inhale against the warm skin of his neck, “missed you.”

“Don’t sniff me like that,” he snorts. “I haven’t showered.”

“Hey, snugglebug!” Kuroo’s voice teases through the headset, causing kenma to roll his eyes again and pause the game to give you his full attention.

“What’s up, baby?”

You smile and squeeze him tighter, “I just wanted to see you… I know Thursday’s are for the boys, but-“

“Fuck the boys,” he mumbles. Again, there’s a chorus of ‘hey!’s that come from his headset and you laugh to yourself. He clicks his tongue and mutes himself and the chat, shifting slightly in his chair to cradle what he can of you. “You just feeling needy?”

You nod softly, cheeks splitting into a smile when he noses your temple affectionately. “I’ll be down soon I’d you wanted to watch some YouTube or something.” You nod against him and he resumes the game to let you watch. “Alright boys, most important member of the band’s back.”

“I didn’t miss you,” Kuroo says confidently.

You do smile wider as you shift easily to watch the battle mini game that’s breaking out between Fukunaga and Kuroo, their screams of distress ringing over the call as you watch.

Fukunaga wins. Kuroo shrieks.

“Alright,” you sigh. “I’ll leave you alone.” You slip from Kenma’s lap swiftly, and he watches fondly. “I just wanted to see Kuroo lose.”

“You wound me,” his voice snarls over the call.

You snicker before stretching softly, and Kenma thinks nothing of it at first.

Then, his brow twitches. In his peripheral, he sees you hide your laughter. He sniffs the air, and feels fond embarrassment settle in his soul.

“Are you kidding?”

Your giggles can be heard on the discord call.

Lev, clearly confused, offers Kenma a quick “what happened?”

“Why do you do that every time I’m playing my games?”

“Why do what?” Kuroo chimes.

“You gotta come across the damn house to fart in my damn office?”

This, now, has the entire call cackling, gawfs and wheezes breaking through and cutting over the mics, and while you cackle and dash out of the door to leave him alone with your… smell, he shakes his head as the results load.

He’ll get you back later.

And as anticipated, Kenma won, and Fukunaga seems to be the only one handling the loss.

Kuroo and Lev? Not so much.

“BY THREE COINS!” Kuroo shrieks, mic cutting out at his distress. “I LOST BY THREE FUCKIN’ COINS?!”

“I LOST ALL MY STARS ON MY LAST TURN, KUROO,” Lev screams back. “GET OVER YOUR GODDAMNED THREE COINS!”

“THAT HURTS MORE, YOU FUCKHEAD!”

“Dunno what their problem is,” he sighs contently, smirking softly to himself. “I’m seeing boobs tonight.”

“You know what man, I’m proud of you.” There’s only a hint of sarcasm falling from Fukunaga’s tone, but Kenma decides to take it as the bickering of the other two fills the call once again.

Kenma decides, among the yelling and teasing and your fart-filled-affection, it’s a Thursday he’s always down to enjoy.

“Have fun with your boobs.”

“Oh, I will.”

[moncesita-te4lblu]

kenma fatherly headcannons

i thought it would be interesting to think about what kenma would be like as a father 🤔

look, im not even gonna be nice with it, i definitely dont see kenma being excited at the idea of having a kid 😭

definitely was like "are you being fr 😟?" when you told him

he obviously wasnt an asshole about it, but he couldn't help his feeling and indifference about the whole thing

the two of you had a long talk about it

the whole time he was more or less "are you sure about this"

hes not a horrible person/partner, he wasnt about to force you to do an abortion

he just wanted to make sure this was actually what you wanted to do and if you were actually serious about it

after you were stern about keeping the baby, he was fine with it

he was more worried about how he would be like as a father because he's very much scared of little kids and struggles to bond with just anyone

also a little peeved at the thought of his alone/free time being taken away

doesnt like the idea of his alone time with you having a literal permanent third wheeler but wont admit that to anyone but kuroo 🌚

during ur pregnancy, he was actually really okay with it

he would check up on you various times of the day, asking how you feel

yeah, he wasnt really excited for it, but that doesn't mean he wont try for it

would pause his games and go to wherever part of the house you were in, eyeing your baby bump with those wary cat eyes of his, all "..how are you feeling..?"

tbh i see you getting pregnant before marrying him because the two of you were kinda lazy with being careful 😅

he kinda facepalms because now hes like "why didnt i think of the possibility of pregnancy🤦🏽‍♀️"

while it doesn't speed up the whole process, he'll now begin taking the thought of marriage seriously

he'll bring up the idea of eloping, or a small wedding because he doesn't like the idea of a big and elaborate wedding ceremony/party

he didnt really care about gender, but he did care about baby names because he didnt want the baby to have a stupid name

now i see him being very curious tho

so he'll ask you a bunch of questions about how it feels to be pregnant, eyes wide when you tell him all the gruesome parts 😭

will also spend some time looking up more information about pregnancy and childbirth

now i do think he'd be aware about how he should change himself for the better

he grew up kinda isolated, and he 100% didnt want that for his kid, especially considering the fact that his child will most likely be an only child too

aw sleeping in kenma's arms while he plays video games cuz hormones made you sad

he'll like announce ur pregnancy to his followers/fans, it was so random he was like "yeah guys im having a kid 😪 kinda scary ngl" during one of his livestreams

really appreciates and is totally surprised when he's gifted money and baby supplies by his fans

maybe posts short little clips of you sleeping in an odd position or doing random things because he thinks its funny how you now do things differently because your bump prevents you from doing things in a certain way

i think it would interest him in the way your baby bump grows

he would be a little mortified at the way he would poke your bump's skin and watch his indent stay there long after he pulled his finger away

would be kinda "??? 🤔🤨" when he first feels the baby's kick/movements

he would "begrudgingly" walk to the store for you late at night if you were craving something

acts all annoyed but lets bffr kenma we know ur a softie 🤣

okay for the birth tho he's so mortified

definitely doesnt want to watch but obviously will be there for you because he knows better

the whole time he feels secondhand discomfort for you and feels your cries in his deep in his core cuz ur in pain and he doesn't like that 😕

this might sound weird, but i see him bringing his portable gaming system to the hospital so you can play with him and get ur mind off things

not saying his feeling towards the baby will change after the birth, but he'll definitely be like "oh wow 😳" when the baby is first born

have u ever seen that clip of steve irwin first looking at bindi when shes born and hes all amazed and awestruck by her?

its like that but its less noticeable and its more like "this is my child?"

a little scared to hold the baby at first because he's afraid to drop her

but once he does he'll look down at it and be like "ur not so bad afterall 😪"

DEFINITELY doesn't get any sleep during the first few months because he'll for some reason take late night feedings/crying upon himself

hes all "ur such a pain bro 😒" while rocking the baby back and forth to soothe it, all cuddly and gentle with it

tbh i cant decide whether it be a girl or boy so its up to reader to decide

omg hes mortified after the first belch spit hes gone afterwards

literally condemns the baby to hell

hates changing diapers but does it for the sake of the baby's comfort and health

when he's alone with the baby, he'd be like "ur kinda ugly 🤔" while playing around with it

tbh i see him getting random bouts of urges to play with the baby and speaking to it in a baby voice secretly

gets really embarrassed if hes caught and acts like it never happened

when ur not there to watch the baby while he's gaming he'll actually be okay with the baby sitting in his lap while he games

if he wins he'll be all "lets goooo 😝" all up in the babies face 😭 lifting it up into the air and just being such a gamer dad

also starts teaching the baby how to play games real early on, making them hold a controller or something and teaching them game logistics

the baby is like 5 months old and doesn't know about taxes but knows about dnd 🤣🤦🏽‍♀️

i see him like announcing the birth of his kid to his followers/fans a couple weeks after the birth

only shows what the baby looks like when its like 6 months old and crawling all in the background, he'll turn around and be like "wanna see my baby?", lift up the baby and put it's face all up close into the camera 😭

does 0.5 and only 0.5 photos on the thing 😅

does a couple more streams afterwards when he "games" with the baby and blame loosing on the poor thing 😅

aw i can see him and the baby having matching outfits when he goes out with it

he's not the best dad, but he'll try his hardest

on a sweet note, if kenma feels lonely when ur away, he'll allow the baby to sleep in the bed he shares with you as a "substitution" and cuddle with it

yk that tiktok audio that goes "leave me alone baby 😒" and then goes "ur my baby i love you ☹️☹️🥰😘" yeah that hes that

[moncesita-te4lblu]

Makin' love

Warnings : smut, fluff at the end, goofs and gafs, not proofread, afab body/anatomy

Characters included : Hobart (Hobie) Brown, f! Or gn! Reader

Tags : fluff, smut, romance

Other : I'm back 😍

You and hobie lay there, together. He's playing with your hair, ignoring the random ass movie playing on the TV in your shared bedroom. His other hand rests on the curve of your ass. You're curled up next to him, your head landing on his chest, as you watch the movie. He squeezes your ass, making you look up at him in surprise. He cocks an eyebrow at you, a grin on his face.

He pulls you on top of him, scotting you up so he could kiss you. His hand snakes down your shorts, pulling on the hem. 'May I?' He says with a grin. You nod and peck his forehead. With that, slips off your shorts and flips you over so he's on top.

Hobie kisses you again as he pulls down your panties and riding up your shirt to massage your boobs. He moves down, kissing your neck, as he pulls off his clothes as well. Every movement, every touch, every kiss, is made with love. And thought.

You feel his hardened dick press against your clit, making your hips jolt. 'Jus' gimme the green ligh' baby...' Hobie mutters into the skin of your neck. 'Please..' you whisper out. And with that, Hobie slides his dick inside you, groaning at the feeling. You moan out lowly. His body says pressed against you.

Hobie looks at you after a while of staying inside you, not moving. 'Go ahead baby...' is all you needed to say before hobie started moving his hips slowly, making you moan. His arms hook up under your shoulders, holding your head to look at him. One of your arms wrap around his neck lazily, as the other is tucked under your knee, keeping your legs open for him.

His thrusts were slow, but deep. He pulls out just enough for his tip to be the only thing inside you, then slams back into you until his whole dick is inside, which makes your body bounce up with every thrust. Then he just repeats. You lean your head against his shoulder as you moan. Hobie grabs your hair and pulls it so you're looking at him again.

Everytime he thrusts, when he's eye level with you, he gives for face a peck. Whether that be on your cheek, forehead, neck, lips, nose, or even ear. Your moans get needier and needier as time flys past. 'Mmmm...' he groans 'want you to feel everythin'...every inch of my cock..every vein, even...' hobie kisses your neck, sucking every one in a while.

Your legs tremble and your pussy clenches around him, telling him you're close. 'I'm almost there baby...fuck...' you whimper out as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. Hobie reaches down, his thumb circling your clit, which makes you frown in pleasure and your hips jolt up into his hand.

His lips latch onto yours in a passionate kiss as his thrusts become more hard. You moan loudly into the kiss as you cum on his cock. Your legs tremble and your eyes roll back. He groans at the feeling, his thrusts becoming sloppy. After a short while, he cums inside you, painting your insides white. He stays there inside you for a while before pulling out.

He watches his cum ooze out of your pussy, biting his lip. He leans down again, kissing you gently. 'You 'kay, luv?' He asks, his eyes relaxing when you nod in response. He rolls off of you, reaching for the water bottle on the nightstand. He waits for you to sit up so he can give you the water.

Once your done drinking, he helps you get back into your panties, then pulls his boxers back up. Hobie changes the movie to a random cartoon that he knows you like and pulls you close, arms around your neck. 'Cartoons?' You chuckle. ' 'ell yeah. Why not, 'uh?' He smirks and kisses your forehead. You cuddle close to him as you two watch episode after episode of your favorite cartoon.

He reaches over again, grabbing the bag of chips off the nightstand. Hobie feeds you chip after chip as if you couldn't do it yourself. He always loved pampering you after sex. No matter how long or short the time was. The smell of sex was...relaxing to him. He didn't mind it.

Hobie held a chip in his mouth, waiting for you to bite the other end. You chuckle and do just that. You two chew on the chip. 'God that felt so cheesey' you laugh, looking up at him. 'Ay, a bit of cheese couldn't 'urt nobody' he replies with a slight sass, then kisses your head.

'I love you, [your name]' he whispers into your hair. He feeds you another chip. You chew quickly in order to reply. 'I 'ove yo' too' you say, despite chewing, making hobie let out a low chuckle. You two kiss again. 'You set me up to sound like an idiot, you bitch' you chuckle and pinch his side. He shrieks, high pitched, and jumps a bit. You laugh, and he joins in, though he's mostly laughing at your laughter than the situation itself.

The rest of the night was all goofs and gafs and laughs. Until ÿou two fell asleep, the cartoon still playing out in the background.

I LOVE THIS MAN WTF

Anyways

Srry I was literally GONE for so long

I deleted tumblr and forgot about it but I'm back 😌

Ohmeohmy

[moncesita-te4lblu]

Plsss I needed moooore more doodle smutt i LOVVVED the other one 💕🫶🫶

New ideas

Warnings : smut, sex position "Nelson", nervousness, cussing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, afab anatomy, roughness

Genre : romance, smut

Characters included : Moe doodle(bop), afab\gn reader

Writing style : oneshot

A\n : I was angry so I did this hella late and anger turns into horny sooooo

He loved being intimate with you, he truly did. But he felt like he needed to spice things up sometimes ; bring new stuff to the bedroom. But he didn't want to scare you off or do something that might be out of your comfort zone. So he didn't try anything new.

But you felt the same way. Moe was more timid and "fragile" so your fears where way stronger. It wasn't like he was fragile, actually, he's sensitive ; gets overstimulated easily. But one night when you two were getting intimate, it all came out. Both of you told each other you wanted to try some things new that you found.

Moe was so much more relieved that you feel the same way compared to you. You let him go first to "show you what he'd learned".

"I just found some new positions and stuff," he dragged out. "Show me then," you said, massaging his unclothed thigh. You two we're already out of your clothes. He responded by just kissing you, roughly. "Get on me, back to me," he seemingly ordered, although he tried to make it less orderly like (which failed) but you didn't mind. You sat yourself at his lower stomach,your back to him, to where your cunt barley touched his already hard dick.

"There ya go," he said encouragingly. He sits up a bit, snaking his arms under your thighs. "Relax your legs for me, keep your hands on my chest and lean back," he said in a reassuring tone. He asked you if you were ready, like he always does, and pushed his dick into you once you confirmed you were. He brought his hands, which were still under your inner knees, to where they were resting on the back of your neck.

Your legs were resting against your boobs, Moe moved around a bit so you were both comfortable. Once you told him he could move, he started off fast, which you usually doesn't do. The new postion made it so his dick couldn't more of your sweet spots, which has you seeing stars. Because of the new position you weren't able to cover your mouth, so you let everything out. Thankfully you two were alone in the house.

Moe seemed to be enjoying it too. He bit down on your shoulder, and his legs shook more than usual. Both of you were sweating more than usual. "Shit! Fuck, baby! More, more, more, more," you practically screamed at him. He fixed his legs and started going faster and harder, causing your moans to be louder and louder.

Sooner or later you felt your orgasm coming, which you did warn him about. "I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with the knot in your stomach finally bursting while your legs are still forced to be held open. But he didn't stop, not for a second. He did go slower for a couple seconds before going back to his usual speed.

Tears starting brimming in your eyes and your legs start to shake. Your voice cracked in the middle of moans multiple times. Moe brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing it at a speed to match his thrusting. Now instead of trying to close your legs, you opened them more, inviting him in. Drool escaped your mouth and down your chin as his thrusts and fingers got faster.

"Fuck Baby!" You screamed at you felt your second orgasm coming through. "Come wITh me- dear," he said, his voice cracking. His thrusts got sloppier but his fingers kept their pace. You came around him first, he slowly followed after. It was only when you looked down when you noticed the mess you made. "Damn that was hot" Moe said, breaking your thoughts. He hugged you, taking a not of how limp your body felt. "You're tired already?? That was only the first thing I figured out. And you better get ready because I learned how to last longer too, sweetcheeks," he flipped you around and kissed you and you, too overwhelmed to cringe at the pet name, kissed him back.

Needless to say, you two didn't sleep much that night.

Ohmeohmy

[moncesita-te4lblu]

If it inst to much of a Hassel could I get something for real gabriel? Like naybe, his s/o had an ex who's the complete opposite of him, and he's super attractive and basically like a "bad boy" and he rolls into town trying to win back gabes s/o, but they reject him?? I just want some angst and jealous gabriel

Jelousy

Warnings : slight murder\gang reference, insecurities, uh idek

Genre : romance (ig), fluff

Characters included : toonbriel (angel gabriel), f\gn!reader

Writing style : oneshot

Gabriel didn't know about your past relationship. He didn't ask about it since he thinks it's your business. He's heard you complain about your ex but he didn't think about it that much. He never got jealous about them. Until now.

You and Gabriel went out for some fresh air, Gabe in his human "disguise". You clang onto his arm while you too walk down the street. "y\n!" A voice came from behind the both of you, dragging out your name. You two turn around ; you being more annoyed, while Gabriel was confused. You became even more angry when you came face to face with him.

"Jaaack," you say, very obviously annoyed, "heyy." You clenched your jaw. Gabriel looked at him and you, still not putting the pieces together. His skin was littered in tattoos, the teardrop under his eye being the most apparent one. "I'm out of jail, baby" he says, putting his arm around you. Gabriel catches his arm before it even got around you.

"Don't fucking touch me, pretty boy," he says, his attention now on him. "Leave me alone, jack," you tell him. He didn't. You blocked out his words for most of the time. You felt anger and jealousy growing next to you. You might've blocked out his words but Gabriel didn't.

Once you two were home, and Gabriel was back to an angel, he was all over you. He didn't know what to feel. Jealousy because he wanted to take you away from him. Anger because he couldn't do anything about it. Insecurity because he looked so... attractive.

You didn't talk about Jack after that. You wanted to forget about him. Gabriel was all over you but silent. "Gabe are you ok?" You finally asked. He nods. "You're not ok," you say. Silence. "Gabriel." He looks up at you from his position ; laying down on your stomach, his head laying on your chest. "How did you go from him to me?" He speaks up, wings fluttering behind him, feathers littering the floor.

"He's so much...better," he avoids eye contact. "You're so much better than that guy," you say. "I got with him in high school and went to jail for shooting someone in a gang fight. He means, and meant, nothing to me," you say, "and you mean everything to me"

[moncesita-te4lblu]

If u got time could I get a little sum sum for real Gabe with a goth s/o, who 50 percent of the time has feral goblin hiding in the bottom drawer of your fridge energy and the other 50 percent of the time they are strangely normal, suspiciously normal and quite

Also how would he react if his s/o was very flirty and touchy with him sometimes, ESPECIALLY if they are dressed a little revealing

BASICALLY golden retriever and black cat duo

AKKWKWNWNWO I love how you write for him you're amazing and keep up the good work 😭💖

Black cat and golden retriever <3

Warnings : nsfw topics (not smut), feral energy, overthinkinh

Genre : romance ig

Characters included : toonbriel, f!gn!reader

Writing style : headcanons

A\n : this is short ik I'm sorry lol

♕ with your goblin energy, he honestly doesn't know how tf to react

♕ pulls you out of trouble if you try to attack people

♕ flinches so hard when you get loud

♕ won't admit it but he loves when you play with his wings and hide in them

♕ kind of matches your energy but not really

♕ uses kisses as a way to calm you down

♕ because just like him, his kisses are angelic

♕ now with your calmer energy, he over thinks a little bit

♕ when you get calmer out of no where, he thinks he did something wrong

♕ gets so relieved when you confirm he didn't do anything

♕ likes to hold you during this time

♕ now with your flirty side, his brain is melting with every remark

♕ when you flirt while holding him, he rests his hands on your waist or ass

♕ does not flirt back

♕ if your wearing revealing clothes while doing it, he shamelessly goes from staring at you, to your boobs, and back to your eyes

♕ his face turns so red every time

♕ almost everytime this flirting leads to sexy time

♕ gets hard over the LITTLEST remarks tbh

♕ which is why he hates it when you flirt in public

♕ his attitude changed in bed afterwards tho

♕ "you were so bold before what happened?"

Ohmeohmy