#HOW MANY MORE ARE HIDING HERE UGH ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[xanams]

Why the FUCK is my bedroom window covered in tiny spiders what the fuck

[chuuyascumsock]

Here’s to Pegging Morally Grey Fictional Men ‼️|| MINORS DNI

A/N: Ok so I have so many unanswered stuff in my inbox (and I’m sorry to my pookies that I haven’t responded to, I did see them and replied in my brain, but I feel like it’s not a good enough response for me to post— I DID SEE Y’ALL THOUGH POOKIES AND I ACKNOWLEDGE Y’ALL.)

Tags; Nakahara Chuuya/GN! Reader (described to have a strap-on, but doesn’t describe any specific female parts), Like One Mention Of A Belly Bulge, Pegging, He Cums, Hurray For Just Pure Filth!!

Pegging was never something that Chuuya had thought about much, finding the kink just not to be his thing. And then you brought it up one day, eager and excited in wanting to try it out. Chuuya always had a hard time telling you no, which led to him agreeing to partake in letting you peg him for your birthday. He was sure you’d forget about it by then seeing as how your birthday was months away.

But you remembered. Boy, did you remember.

“Fuh-ck!” Chuuya whimpers out at each time your silicone cock plunges back into him, your hips stilling momentarily each time you nearly reach the hilt before pulling back. Each thrust filled him to the point that he swore he could feel the smallest bump in his tummy from how big your strap-on was. His face flushes with a mix of pleasure and humiliation from the position you have him in; his face is shoved against the mattress with his spine arched and ass raised with your hands gripping tightly into his hips to keep him stable.

“And to think you were hesitant at first— just look at you— taking my cock so well, honey,” You praise as your body leans over him to press your chest against his back, your hands moving to each side of his head to hold yourself up above him. You thrust back into him, drawing out another moan from his throat. Your hips slowly force his hips down until he’s basically hovering just a couple inches from the mattress, his throbbing cock dragging along the sheets with each stroke.

Chuuya gives out a gasp, fingers curling into the sheets to clutch a fistful as you press fully into him. “Shhit, M’gonna come, baby. Fuckin’ me so deep—“ He turns to bury his face into the mattress to muffle out as tears collect into his lashes. With the way you’re grinding into him with deep, sensual strokes along with the feeling of his cock rubbing against the silk sheets— he can barely keep himself together.

One of your hands reaches to move his hair away from his neck, lips finding their place against his nape. “Let go, my love. Come for me,” You murmur against his freckled skin, feeling his body tense and muscles contract against you as your hand moves down to wrap around his cock and pump along his length in time with your thrusts.

There’s a choked moan that rips from his throat as his chest stutters with breath and his body shudders against you, ropes of thick cum spurting from his cock down onto your hand and the sheets. His face hides further into the mattress to catch his stray tears and heavy huffs. “Ugh…”

When you slowly pull out of him and roll him over onto his back (away from the soiled part of the mattress of course), you smile down at his wrecked look. “Red looks good on you. We should do this more often.”

“S-Shut up…”

You’d definitely be doing this more often.

[msm-tsotmw]

We’re… still on the Spurrit of Adventure, drifting off to CELESTIALS know where. Not a single island in sight. Nope. Not even a rock. Also, it just started raining and now the sky is obscured with rain clouds. Greaaat.

ey furcorn

Ugh. What is it now, Mammott?

uh

the boat’s been rocking a lot lately

it’s kinda concerning

I mean, what did you expect? We’re in a fucking storm. There’s no way outta here.

yeah but uhhhh

i haven’t seen pompom

(!!!)

?

(Furcorn somehow opens a hatch in the boat where things are supposed to be stored.)

PomPom? What the fuck are you doing in the storage hatch?

Listen , Uhh …

I’m … Not Very Fond Of Storms , Heh Heh ...

Well, neither am I. I mean, what did you expect? It’s a STORM.

yea storms suck in a lot of ways thats why everyone hates them

Yeah , But … There’s Just Something Else About Them That I Don’t Like . Maybe The Loudness ? The Lack Of Sunlight ? I Don’t Really Know , I Just… I Don’t Like Them . Whenever One Happens , I Want To Go Somewhere Else And Hide . Or Maybe Block It Out Or Something .

oh

well same for me ig but just with loud noises in general

also some certain textures like how someones nails feel on chalkboards

Oh, okay. That’s understandable.

…Wait, is that a lighthouse?

Hmm , Doesn’t Really Look Like One. Wait …

Oh , I Think This Is Where My Sibling [_____] Is Staying !

I Forgot— I Mean , My Sibling Hoola !

fuck yeah shelter‼️‼️‼️

Hey , Please Watch Your Language , Mammott !

well at least theres shelter

According to what the map says, that place is called “Seasonal Shanty.” We’re not Seasonals, we’re Naturals.

man

From What Hoola Told Me , The Seasonals There Are Very Nice And Accepting ! I Am Sure We Can Stay There For The Night .

aw fuck yea 😎

Mammott , I’m Not Mad , But How Many Times Have I Told You 2 To Watch Your Language ?

Probably more than you talk about your sisters and how much you miss them.

(The boat arrives next to the Shanty. PomPom climbs out of the boat hatch and to the edge of the boat facing the Shanty.)

“HEY ! ANYMONSTER THERE ?”

(……)

“HELLO ? IT’S ME , [______]! [______]’S OLDER SISTER?”

(A yellow figure, similar to PomPom except with one messy yellow ponytail, multiple multicolored bandages all over their limbs, a stickered red hoop, and messier yellow bangs pops up on the window.)

“[______] ! it’s you !!! hold on , lemme go tell [________] .”

Anyways, while PomPom’s sister goes and gets some other Monster, we’ll be stopping writing here for a little bit. We’ll have to wait and see if the Seasonals like us or not…

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yea the trio’s autistic B)