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[lace-coffin]

Slasher kinks headcanons

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Minors DNI

Slashers x gender neutral! reader

Trigger warnings : consensual non consent (cnc), blood, degradation/humiliation, kidnapping? (Only for Asa)

Kinks: general rough sex, bdsm dynamics, daddy/mommy kink, humiliation/degradation, knife play, primal/prey & predator play, praise, sex whilst ovulating/on period, medical play, topping from the bottom, anal, face fucking, face slapping, spanking/punishment, breeding, knotting, hucow kink, phone sex, the list goes on

did anyone request this? No. Am I going to make u all look at it bc I’m a horndog? Absolutely

I will be writing a top/bottom section for every slasher! No gentials will be mentioned for reader (hole is used to be neutral) but strap/cock will be used in relation to the reader topping.

Michael will also have an extra t4t section for my friend bc there isn’t enough t4t Michael < 3

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t super experienced in sex before he meets you, infact you’re his first partner. Obviously he knows some of the ins and outs (pun intended) from his own teenage curiosity and hormones. He also might have stolen Atleast one of Hoyt’s porno magazines before now.

Tommy would become more confident in taking the lead once he knows what you like a little more, then he’d be ok trying other positions and bottoming sometimes. Stuff in the beginning might be pretty slow and steady but after you’ve been together a while it can get a lot more intense.

Definitely has a breeding kink, has a dream of having a big family with you and raising them on the farm to continue the Hewitt name. Something about seeing his seed leak from your abused and puffy hole makes him want to breed it into you harder. Tell him you want him to make you a mommy/daddy/parent (even if it’s not biologically possible) and you’ll be manhandled into a mating press until he feels he’s filled you up enough for it to take.

In the same way it makes him feel so pretty and desirable if you tell him your going fuck a baby into him, he doesn’t care if it’s not technically possible, tell him your going to knock him up and keep him round with your seed, he’ll be moaning around your cock/strap like a slut. Push your fingers into his mouth to give him something to keep quiet on : )

Hucow kink! Loves it whether he’s the one submitting or dominating! Let him lead you around the barn with a cute cowbell collar and cow ears on! Loves to include chest play, no matter what gender (or lack there of) your chest he loves grope it, abusing your nipples until they’re swollen/hard and sensitive, don’t worry though, he’ll be more than happy to lave over them to lessen the sting. If your a good little heifer he’ll shove you face first onto a hay bale, pounding you until your hole is gaping and cum is leaking from it into the rough hay <3

If Tommy is being submissive in this situation he’s super eager to please! Tie him up and Milk his cock over and over until he’s actively squirming away from your hand and groaning in overstimulation. He’s a good boy though and knows his place so he won’t break the binds even if it would be easier for him than most people. Humiliate him and make him moo/beg for your cock/strap! Fuck him whilst using his horns as a grip.

Bubba sawyer

Like Tommy bubba is also inexperienced, raised under Drayton’s view that it’s “sex or the saw”. Due to this Bubba viewed sex as a betrayal of his family, being told it was only there to distract you from what’s important. Please be patient with her and reframe her view of sex, let her know she’s not dirty or immoral for having needs and desires.

Once they know more and gain more experience they’re super eager to impress! Litterally goes down on you like it’s their job. You might have to tap out after a few orgasms because he could drink you down for hours. He’ll leave you shaking and leaky and just look up at you with a happy smile on their cum smeared face.

He loves praise and to know that she’s doing a good job, tell them that they make you feel so good in a way no one else can. Don’t be afraid to get a little more rough with your language however, he loves when you compliment how his cock stretches you just right or how he’s made to take your strap/cock. It feels so taboo for them and makes them squirm.

Absolutely loves it if you use feminine names for her in bed. Doll/baby/princess. Makes him feel so pretty and cared for! Play with bubbas tits, they have an ample chest to paw at 👀 will absolutely mewl into the bedsheets and press their tits further into your hands. Loves to be called mommy! It lets them know you feel safe and comfy with them.

Jason voorhees

Jason is another slasher with a skewed view on sex, his mother taught him it was sinful and the reason for his death, but surely anything he does with the person he loves that feels this good can’t be wrong. Encourage him and let him know it’s ok to fulfill his need and he’s not dirty or wrong for it!

Jason is happy to let you take the lead most of the time considering his inhuman strength, he doesn’t want to hurt you and would feel more comfortable if you took things at your own pace, not wanting to get too excited and manhandle you too much (not that you would mind in the slightest). He’s also not opposed to the sight of you on top of him.

He loves it when you take control, using his cock like it was made for you, draining it for all it’s worth. He loves to know he’s the one making you feel good and he’s the one you love. Praise him and tell him how good he’s doing, that he knows all your favourite spots and can make you fall apart. let him know you own his cock and you’ll do whatever you want with it (with consent obviously)

Despite this, if Jason’s had a bad day with trespassers escaping or traps breaking on him he may be inclined to storm through the front door and pin you to the nearest service, spearing you on his thick cock and leaving you dripping without warning or mercy.

Jason will be open to bottoming over time once his confidence in being intimate has improved and he feels less anxious about trying new things. He’ll still need a lot of encouragement to relax but once he does he’s happy to let you take care of him. Hold his hand as you stretch him open on your fingers, exploring parts of Jason he didn’t even know were an option. He gets a little addicted to the feeling of being used, fucking into him with reckless abandon. You can be rougher with him when topping because of his inhuman nature, thrust a toy or finger in his ass along side your cock/strap, he can take it. He doesn’t have much of a gag reflex due to being undead so fuck his face to your hearts content as long as you wipe his tears and drool for him and tell him what a sweet boy he is for you!

Jason’s very sweet with aftercare, making you a warm drink and cleaning you both up with a wet rag, he appreciates if you do the same for him, maybe bring him his cherished teddy bear to ground him until he feels less floaty.

RZ! Michael Myers

Michael may be quiet but he’s very forward and unashamed with the things he wants. Don’t expect Michael to be shy when it comes to needing you. He’ll silently wrap around you from behind, grinding his need into your behind no matter the time or place, although he’ll back off if you tell him no, he’ll pout and let out a grunt of understanding, leaving to deal with it himself if your not in the mood.

Michael is more relentless in topping when he’s come back from a hunt, the adrenaline quickly turning to arousal as he smears the still slightly warm blood over your lips.

I defiantly think Michael enjoys CNC (consensual non consent). He hasn’t had a lot of control over things in his life considering he spent most of it in Smith’s Grove unable to even dictate the most simple aspects of it. He likes the total power exchange and the control he has over you as you squirm underneath him. It really riles him up if you fight back, biting him until he bleeds and thrashing so he can hold you down even harder. Michael loves to silence your pleads with his knife, running the dull side of it over your flushed and tear laden cheeks, moving it down to your throat as a warning.

(Will absolutely make you suck the handle of his knife until your eyes are teary before stuffing as much of it as he can into your man cunt. If you don’t want to Accidently cut your thighs then you better lay still and take it like a good boy.)

To add onto this I think he enjoys cnc on the receiving end to, if he wants to submit he wants to be dominated completely and wholly without mercy (safewords in place obviously). Michael likes to be handled roughly and shown that even if he is The Shape that you can break him down into a drooling mess. He’s 90% legs but Lord does he get insanely hard when you fold those long legs in half and drill him into the bed with your cock/strap.

(Hold him down and strip him of his coveralls and boxers, eat his pussy before he can even get a chance to steady himself. Manhandle him into position and rut your cunt into his, ignoring his pleasure and using him to get off selfishly. He’ll look at you dumbly and fucked out after, long hair frizzy and a mess of slick on his thighs)

Pull him aside and use him whenever you want, if he rolls his eyes or acts bratty feel free to slap him around! He loves a firm smack on the cheek when he won’t open up more than he likes to admit, he likes to feel powerless under you.

Michael would totally be into predator/pray with him playing the predator. Stalking you through the woods or the empty streets of Haddonfield with his trusted knife. He’s not worried about you being in any actual danger because he’s the bulk of danger in the town anyway. he has no doubts that should someone try get the best of you in the dark he could take care of them and not break a sweat. He stalks you through the town loving the way the your pace picks up the longer it takes for him to strike. He knows it’s inevitable, there’s no where you could go that Michael won’t find you. Don’t expect to make it home once he corners you, you’ll be pushed against or bent over whatever surface is nearest and having his cock bullied into you.

(Michael would grab you and slam you against a tree once he had you cornered, making quick work of his zipper and underwear. T-dick engorged with arousal and want, lips glistening behind the dense brown hair. He pushes you to your knees and gets to work. You will be spending the next while with your mouth and fingers pressed against Michael’s cunt, your head jerked harder and more forcefully the closer he gets)

Billy lenz

Billy is also very forward with what he wants as we can see from the movie, though I do personally headcanon that Billy is hypersexual due to his trauma so sex can go either one of two ways. Either he’ll be super into it and eager or ashamed and feeling disgusted with himself, if it’s the latter please reassure him it’s not dirty or wrong and try distract him with something else.

This couldn’t be a Billy lenz kink post without phone sex. He loves to call you up when your busy (shopping, on a walk, at work) and spew filth down your ear, telling you all the things he’s going to do to you or that he’ll let you do to him. The riskier the location the better. Sometimes he’ll even already be touching himself, mewling down the receiver like a slut for you to come home.

To add onto this I think he’d have a kink for fucking you whilst you talk to someone on the phone, giggling as he nudges his dick against the perfect spot, making you keen into the speaker.

Billy loves dirty talk on either end, whether it’s him telling you how he’s going to choke you on his fat cock or you telling him how good he feels inside you and to cum inside. He adores degrading you, making you feel like a cum dump. He’ll taunt you, telling you you’re only good to warm his cock and get him off, making you sniffle and repeat it back to him for his own satisfaction and ego.

He occasionally thought about the possibility of bottoming from time to time before meeting you but brushed it off since he’s not super familiar with it and didn’t want to meet up with a stranger to try. That didn’t stop him from experiencing with a finger or two but he wasn’t informed and didn’t use lube so it wasn’t good lol.

All this changes after you mention it one night in bed, excited but nervous Billy accepts. It turns out he’s a complete bottom bitch, such a slut any time you can get him under you, he’ll moan without holding back not caring if the other sorority members hear. He doesn’t care whether you’re pounding into him with his face smashed into the covers like a whore or if he’s riding you greedily, he loves it anytime he can have your cock/strap in him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is incredibly needy and intense, inexperienced but excited to get as close to you as humanly possible. He may come off a little bratty and demanding but he’s completely willing to wait until you’re ready, he’d never do anything you didn’t want. When you are ready it’s all hands on deck, Brahms wants you all the time at any time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re impaled on his cock or if your burried inside him, Brahms is just happy to be close and horny lol

Absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink (dude has crazy mommy issues). He enjoys it when you take the reins for him and tell him what to do, order him about, tell him how to please mommy/daddy just the way they like. You already have quite the control over him in your daily life anyway, telling him what to do and when, making sure he follows his rules. Talk Brahms through how to ride your shaft/strap, make him slow down and speed up whenever you feel like it for your own enjoyment, ignoring his pleas to fuck him properly.

Brahms is horny pretty often, as a result of this penetrative sex isn’t always a need. He loves having free use of you, fucking your thighs until he spills all over them or grabbing your hand and rutting against it whilst you read a book in the other.

Spanking! Nothing puts unruly little boys back in their place like beating their ass until they beg you to stop, all of Brahms’s brattiness seems to disappear once he knows he’s pushed it to far and has a punishment coming his way. He’ll cry and beg you to change your mind but it’s too late, bend him over your lap and rip his trousers down. If he’s been extra ill-behaved bring out the paddle, switching cheeks and making him count until his ass has a pretty pink flush to it.

Asa Emory

Asa demands to be in control, that much is clear and that translates over into bed too. You might have met Asa organically through his university lectures or a museum, if this is the case then you will still be with him under the guise of a 24/7 power exchange relationship. If you met him via kidnapping and was taken to the hotel to be a pet then this will still be expected of you but with the addition of being experimented on/tortured for his own satisfaction. You won’t have a say on your freedom. (I’m going to be writing it from the perspective your kept at the hotel as a pet because it’s more likely)

Asa gets a sick thrill out of treating you like a dog. Fucking you whilst gripping the leash wrenched around your neck until you’re wheezing for air. He’ll make you bark for his cock just to laugh at how pathetic and needy you are, humiliating yourself so you can get your hole stuffed, disgusting. Paw mitts and belts on the thighs/calfs are used to make you practically immobile, totally reliant on him to fulfill your needs and unwilling to do so until he’s broken you down into a sobbing panting mess.

Even when bottoming Asa takes control, barking orders at you about how he likes to be fucked, faster, deeper. You better not even think about cumming without permission or you won’t be cumming again for the next few days whilst he uses your cock/strap like a sex toy. Asa pulls you by your hair as you eat his ass, choking/slapping you if you’re not doing it to his liking. At the end he’ll spit in your mouth and make you say “thank you sir”, forcing your jaw open to make sure you swallowed it all down and patting you on the cheek as a reward.

Medical play is a favourite of his. He enjoys nothing more than stripping you naked and strapping you down to the chilly metal medical table, securing your wrists to the wrist clamps. Snapping on his black latex (unless you’re allergic to latex lol) gloves Asa will dissect you bit by bit. New toys are regularly incorporated to see if he can get a different reaction from you. This can be through pain or pleasure, they’re both the same to him. Clamping your nipples and pulling them until they’re red and sore or landing slaps on your hole for squirming too much. Writing your reactions down on his clipboard and looking at you as nothing more than one of his specimens to pull apart and observe. If he notices a reaction he hasn’t seen from you before he’ll try again and again to recreate it no matter how taxing that may be on your body. Speculums are a favourite of his, prying open and inspecting your most private parts, pressing his fingers or different toys in to see how you react, spread hole twitching at the stimuli and unable to do anything about it. It feels intimate and violating in a way he loves to be able to look at your inner most parts so coldly and close up.

Yautja/predator (female and male)

Yautja are naturally pretty dominant in bed, the whole culture they live in revolves around shows of strength and resilience. Your mate thrives off taking care of all of your needs and proving themselves worthy and this is no different in bed. Always happy to satisfy your needs as your lover and the one who cares for you, your mate will come to help out any time they smell your arousal.

Female Yautja

Your mate naturally takes care of you in bed, a headstrong women who has earned her place on the higher end of society, because of this she loves to dress you up in the finest clothing and jewellery on Yautja prime, showing off her status and by proxy, yours. Don’t think you’re going to just leave the house in it though, she’ll pin you down, eyes taking in every part of you, the way the silky fabric lays across your centre, ready to be opened like a gift. The outfit will include a gold collar to match, one with her mark carved in it so everyone knows who you belong to. She may even take to fucking you in public if anyone tries to challenge her bond with you, your abused hole on display for anyone to see.

As your mate she trusts you to return the favour, however control isn’t given over that easily. You may be the one inside her cunt but she’s the one using you until your spent, a death grip on your collar as she looks down at you from on top, snarling in your face and a placing marking nips against your throat with her mandibles.

Once mating season rolls around she’ll be even more demanding, the instinct to mate and breed you at its peak. You’ll be kept in the nest of furs and fucked over and over. If you pass out? Not her problem, she’ll keep going until she’s satisfied your scented up and marked properly. She takes no brattiness during this time either, acting out or being difficult will earn you getting pinned to the furs, mandibles flared and snarling until you submit.

Male yautja

Another one I think would enjoy primal/predator play. Your mate stalks you through the jungle whilst cloaked. He knows your every exact move and you’re none the wiser. He loves how he can taste your fear in the air but he knows it’s all for show because he can taste you arousal permeating the dense tree’s too. He’ll appear out of nowhere just as your adrenaline reaches it’s peak and swipe your ankles, forcing you down to the leafy floor with him. He lets out a clicky laugh at the surprise scream you let out. Wasting no time he mounts you like an animal and ruins you again and again until your both spent.

Your mate can tell when you’re ovulating and he’s ecstatic to help. Blood is so common to him in his daily life it doesn’t phase him at all, he’s perfectly happy to get down and a little messy, you smell so sweet to him during this time. If this matches with his rutt then you aren’t leaving the bed for a few days, he’ll fuck into you mercilessly until his swollen knot pops inside you, connecting you both together. Once it deflates he’ll scoop his cum back up and push it into your hole, not wanting to waste a drop.

Sometimes it’s nice to be taken care of, and you prove this by absolutely destroying him. Go feral, show him how much of a capable mate you are, wrestle him to the floor and ruin his hole, leave bites and marks on him to claim him. He’ll snarl the whole time and fight back but he loves it. He may even let you use a toy/strap with a knot on it to emulate being seeded and stuffed at the end.

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[the-oracles-maw]

hesitancy

totally self indulgent trash

tw: implied past abusive relationship, power imbalance, this relationship isn't very healthy gang

Simon “ghost” riley x reader

"Simon? Are you ready to go?"

Your fiancé briefly pauses from typing away at the home office laptop. He was totally engrossed in finalizing paperwork, you paid little mind to the details. You squeeze your arm, nervously, shuffling in the gown you've picked out for the night. Simon's old military buddies had invited you both to a charity event. Something for veterans. Your gown was a tank-sleeve, somewhat form fitting number, that cascaded down to your ankles. It was a deep, dark teal color, and from the sleeves, a sheer, sparkly black split "cape" cascaded down your back, past your feet and onto the floor.

"Mn... in a minute." Simon's response was blunt. Not even looking up from the computer screen, sending a pang in your stomach. Perhaps he was very, very focused. And you must've disturbed him.

Shaking out the dress shirt he's picked out for the evening, you lay it over the back of the chair, daring to speak up again. "We've gotta leave in about a half hour."

"Mn..." His grunt became a little louder, as if he was annoyed. Or, at the very least, aware of your presence, fingers flying away across the keyboard.

"Um...." You speak up, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do... do you want me to call John?" Wondering if perhaps Simon didn't want to go to the charity. He wasn't exactly a people-person, as you knew. Perhaps offering him an out would please him? You always did your best to please your stoic man. "I... I can tell him you're not feeling well and-"

"Nah," he responded, still not looking at you. "I'll be done soon."

With each passing moments, your posture grew more tense, your body language growing more demure, submissive. A defense mechanism you've picked up in the past, especially regarding the men in your life. If you read their minds, you thought, if you bent over backwards to please them, then...

Simon, on the other hand, had a decent idea of what he was doing to you, as you meekly muttered that you were going to wait for him in the living room. A surge of adrenaline rushes through him hearing your meek voice, a tingling that starts in his chest, and creeps into his loins. A power imbalance he doesn't exactly relish, but didn't do anything to put a stop to either, under the assumption that this was just how you were.

There was a time, that, perhaps, Simon was amused of how easily you submitted to him. A ghost (lol) of a smile curling up his lips, he finishes up the paperwork on the laptop, and closes it. Grabbing the dress jacket you left on the computer chair for him, he makes his way into the living room, where you waited.

You were still curled into yourself. Did Simon not like the dress? Was it too revealing? You'd pulled over a big, fluffy jacket over it. Your shoulders drawn to each other, pinching the bit of visible tummy from your dress. Simon's lack of comment or attention has clearly done a blow on your self-esteem.

Simon looked on, despite his massive size, entirely silent. Flickers of compassion watch over him as he watches your pick yourself apart. He's grown to expect your complete submission, but now without having complicated feelings for it. The man couldn't deny that there was something sickeningly endearing the way you modified your behavior on a whim just to please him.

Simon knows exactly why you cast aside your gaze whenever he enters the room, when he's anything less than beaming with happiness. He knows exactly why you pick at your tummy, why you scrunch your shoulders. He knows very well, that you're irrationally terrified of the man. "You alright?" Simon, aware of your anguished state, lowers his voice as he approaches you.

You straighten up as he approaches. Furiously rubbing your tear stained eyes and cheeks, you rise to meet him. "I'm okay, Si. I'm okay." The man isn't convinced, but he allows you to adjust the collar of his dress jacket and shirt.

"You sure?" Simon was starting to grow concerned. This power, he was used to it. The assumption that this was just how you were... Well... to say he wasn't beginning to crow a little concerned was an understatement. Did he do something to cause this? Did something frighten you?

He sadly, was disappointed, but not al ass surprised, when he placed his hands over yours to fix his collar himself, and you flinched.

He backs up, raising his hands in surrender, also raising an inquisitive brow at this extreme reaction. His eyes soften at your spluttering following words:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I-"

"You're trembling." His deep, accented voice rumbled. It was softer than it had been all night. His hands hovered over yours, not quite touching them, but they just, barely graved over yours as they shook. Violently.

"Come, let's talk about this. Come sit, luv." He made sure to watch his tone. With your anguished mental state, you would certainly get the wrong idea if he asked you to do something for him. He sits next to you and begins. "Now, what's going on, huh? You scared of me?"

You don't answer.

It was answer enough.

That did anger him. but for your sake, that anger only simmered inside him. He's exploited people being afraid of him for so long. Came with being a master interrogator, of course. But to see his significant other shy away from him like this? Did you think the man was made of stone?

"Easy... easy..." His hands hover over your shoulders and chest as you pull yourself tightly together. Simon thought his ego would be thoroughly fed by the way you were acting. Perhaps, at one time. At one time. Not now.

"Just... breathe... alright? Breathe... Relax... Don't look at me like I'm about to strike you, luv. I'm not. You hear me?"

His tone is gentle, but firm. His hands hover over your face now, as if he wants to wipe away your tears, but doesn't. As if touching your face would drive you over the edge. His voice continues to whisper to you, enveloping your senses like a great blanket, until you've sufficiently calmed down. Giving you a small smile, Simon shed his jacket.

"Look, I'm not... liking what I'm seeing..." he motioned his hand in a circle around you. "here." He reaches over, making sure to touch the jacket and not you, pulling it off.

"Well won't you look at that... A sight for sore eyes, luv." You swear you saw him lick his lips. "Just makin' sure you know it ain't about the dress." He even gave you a small smile.

"Look..." he began. "I know I can be... well, fuck it, intense but..." A long sigh. "You? You're my partner. Not my fucking squamates." He was still whispering. "I don't want to have to come home to someone who looks like a tick about to fucking pop whenever they're around me."

You avert your gaze.

"No, come on, luvie, look at me." This time, he did touch you, the tips of his big fingers tilting your chin. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

"I..." you start, your voice barely audible. "I don't know... why..."

"You know, just cause I'm military, don't mean I'm gonna smack you around, got me?"

"I know, I... I really don't know why I'm like this... I don't know why you scare me."

You cover your mouth as Simon gives you a slow nod. "I see. Don't say anything, luv." He reaches out his hand, unfurled, wanting you to take it. "Looks like we've got a little something to work on, yeah?"

He was right. This was something that was only going to worsen the more it was ignored. Instead of taking Simon's hand, you withdraw. Simon closes it and gives a proud nod. You needed to learn and shake the idea that due to your fiancé's career, that he had no intention to hurt you.

And Simon needed to swallow his pride, and read you better. Having you cater to every whims down to the way he breathes, is only going to brew fear and resentment, not love and respect.

"I think we should call it off, yeah?" Simon scoots in closer to you. Your sides were touching. "I don't think you're in any state to mingle about a bunch of people."

You agreed.

"Why don't you put on something cozy, I'll give John and the shrink a call, yeah?"

You were going to work on this. You weren't going to be mindlessly flighty around your man. And he was willing to put in the work himself to show you had nothing to fear? You were touched. Beyond touched.

Your face lights up, ever so slightly, and you speak, the clearest as you have that night. "Okay. Simon?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

~the-oracles-maw~

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[therainywriter]

Welcome Home (Fluff)

Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader

It was a cold and unusually dark night. Art wasn't home, he’d been gone for a few days already. You faintly hoped he wouldn’t return, that things would go back to the way they were before he forced himself into your life.

Another part of you looked forward to seeing him again, to be caught under his intense gaze and lured into his arms. It was cruel how he deceived you with gentle touches and almost intimate stares.

Those soft moments switch in the blink of an eye. Little nibbles at your neck turn into harsh bites and tender caresses become a tight, painful grip. You’re starting to like it, seek it even.

You glanced down at the nasty green bruises on your thighs, exposed by your soft cotton shorts. He liked to leave an impression behind when he was going to be gone a while. Something to remember him by, though he was already certain you wouldn’t forget.

He had you wrapped around his slender, deadly finger and you didn't do a single thing about it. He was like an addiction, you couldn't just quit him though a part of you desperately wanted to.

It was strange how you were drawn to him, how the sick embrace of his arms brought you such strong sense of security. You were certain something was wrong with you and he was to blame.

He twisted your mind, your body, your entire being. 

Art was funny too, quiet the comedian when he was in a particularly good mood. You smiled to yourself at the though of his goofy shenanigans, an image of him standing at the door in sunflower sunglasses making you giggle.

He was so incredibly unpredictable. You could only hope that was the side of Art you’d see when he came home. 

Little did you know, he’d been standing at the doorway as you cleaned the kitchen counter, oblivious to him and lost in thought.

He tilted his head, observing you. A small smile ghosted your lips, a fond memory perhaps. He wondered if that little expression of happiness would disappear once you saw him.

Slowly, he made his entrance, careful not to startle you too quickly. He grinned, raising his hands to hover over your hips. You screamed as soon as he made contact and his grin only widened.

You gulped, catching your breath as Art picked you up and placed you on the counter you’d been cleaning. 

“That was mean,” you frowned, rubbing a bit at your chest. He waved off your complaint and stared at you, almost expectantly. Though you were unsure of what exactly he wanted.

His arms moved to either side of you and he leaned forward a bit, still standing tall as his head tilted. You were effectively trapped, if you tried to scoot back he’d only grab you.

“Welcome home Art,” you said, voice quieter than before as you looked up at him with nervous eyes. 

He shook his head, wrong answer.

His head was now level with yours, eyes staring holes into your own. The mood had shifted and you now felt a little ill.

You didn't think when you pressed your lips to his, feeling him smile against your mouth and move between your legs, closer to you. Right answer.

His hands moved to the back of your head and fingers tangled themselves gently in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gasping for air once he finally pulled away.

“Did you miss me?” you questioned, out of breath.

He nodded, wiggling his eyebrows before bopping your nose and moving around you to wander elsewhere in the house. You sat there for a moment more before getting off the counter and gathering your cleaning supplies. 

Art was home.

#as requested! #too fluffy for art? #art the clown x reader #art x reader #terrifier art the clown #terrifier #the terrifier #terrifier x reader #terrifier 2 #art the clown x you #art x you #fluff #my writng #rainywriter #art the clown #more yautja content coming up next!

[monpetitchattriste]

Sharing this because I know nothing I write will ever top this line ever

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[momolady]

Magnus the Siren

Imagine if you lived next to one of the loudest people in the village. They're music and voice carry out almost like an enchantment. Now imagine this loud fellow had a certain affection for you. I also challenge you to guess who this character is based on.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

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The disruption usually happens at dawn. Which, in itself, is aggravating enough to be woken up too. But it’s the music that wakes you up which is the most aggravating. You lay there in bed, staring up at your ceiling while a lute is strummed at such a high volume that the air is filled with nothing else but its raucous sound.

If that weren’t enough, the one playing the lute also had to sing. His voice carried through the morning air, causing the dew to shine and reflect light so brightly into windows, it was even harder to ignore.

It was by this point you would get up, throw on a robe, and step outside. Just beyond your guard there was a hill, and one that hill was a large, strange house that seemed to lean to one side. It was from there that music flowed.

“Shut up, Magnus!” You yelled this every morning. Sometimes you yelled other things, but this was usually the most uttered.

The singing stopped and the strumming of the lute became much softer. “Good morning, neighbor!” The music carried on and his song changed to start singing good morning to you.

You growled under your breath, turning back inside. You tried all you could without having to go into his presence.

For years no one lived in that strange house, then one day, out of the blue, that music started one morning. Every day at dawn Magnus rose and played his lute, singing his ridiculous songs until all the hillside was awake. Why some people liked him you could understand, but you never got onto that boat.

“So many of the girls in town love him,” you heard through whispers one day.

“He comes in, charms them, and leaves them lovesick puppies. Like nothing we have here is good enough for him,” another whisper scoffed.

You turned to listen to the conversation, curious as anyone would be. You hadn’t met Magnus yet, but you certainly had heard enough about him. Though this bit of gossip was all new to you.

“He got to my girl!” One whisper exclaimed. “She’s not looked at me twice since. All she does is sing and dance around.”

“What a cad. Going after someone’s broad like that,” the other whisper snarled.

You frowned at this, gently setting down what you were looking at and walked away. “Serves him right to lose her to that singing loon,” you thought to yourself. “Talk shit like that, you shouldn’t be surprised when it falls into your lap.” As a butcher, you knew what ‘broad’ really meant.

A few days later, you would meet Magnus for yourself; during the summer festival and parade. The main part of town was packed and overflowing with people. You were scooting along the street, trying to get to your shop at the end of town. But it was growing more and more difficult to traverse the farther you went. People became thicker packed the more you went, so you decided to go the long way around, hopping off main street, and going down a small alley.

There was a small cluster of people leaning against one of the walls. As you approached, one thrust out their hand to you.

“Got any spare change, ducky?” The young man asked with a forceful tone, but the others sniggered as they came off the wall.

Pickpockets and other thieves were always busy during the festivals. It surprised you little to come across some going down an alley.

“Afraid I’ve already given my charity for the day.” You continued to walk, but your path was cut off.

You sighed heavily and glanced back towards the man who still had his hand out. “I have no money. You are more likely to get something from a stone than you are me.”

You were becoming encroached upon, and the helpless feeling of being unable to move crept in. You felt lucky, after all, you had taken home your best knife the night before to properly sharpen. You just hated the thought of dulling it before you got to work.

“I’m sure you’ve got more than nothing,” the thief laughed. “Everyone has something today.”

You were ready to pull out your knife when a laugh filled the narrow alleyway. “My goodness, such a crowd. Such a crowd!”

A tall figure towered over the pickpockets at the back. “Beg your pardon. Beg your pardon,” the new person laughed. “Ah yes, thank you,” he chortled as the crowd parted for him.

He was huge, broad like a barn and probably just as tall. From behind, his feathered arms shone with deep green and gold, and at the top of his head was a red comb.

“Neighbor!” He announced loudly. “So good to see you here.” He came up towards you, placing his hands upon your shoulders. “We’ve not been properly introduced!”

“Excuse me,” the thief snarled.

Magnus turned, looking back at him. “Yes, hello there!”

You glared up at him, hand still readied on your knife under your skirt. “They’re thieves” you whispered between clenched teeth.

“Leaves? What leaves! It’s summer!” Magnus laughed merrily. He then winked at you. “No need to go stabbing at leaves after all, not when they are in midair.”

You were taken by surprise! How could he know?

The thief grabbed Magnus’ shoulder. “We were talking to the lady first.”

“Ah, I see,” Magnus turned slightly. “Forgive my manners. Sometimes I can’t help but forget them. I have had this song sung stuck in my head, you see, and nothing else seems to get through to me when that happens.” He turned around, shoving the thief’s hand off his shoulder.

“Tell me, have you heard this tune?” Magnus began whistling, and while the tune is familiar, you weren’t sure you’ve heard it before.

“That’s it-” The thief went to swing, but his feet began to float up. He flipped upside down, as did all the other pickpockets in the alley.

You noticed too that you were starting to lift up and be carried like a dandelion seed into the air.

“Don’t worry, neighbor! I have you!” Magnus grabbed your hand, pulling you away like a child with a balloon.

Above you could see the pickpockets floating above the buildings, they were screaming, but couldn’t be heard over the caucus of the parade.

“What did you do?” You shouted at Magnus, your legs now far above your head. You tried to fight with your skirt, but it was a losing battle.

“They’ll come down safely! Not to worry,” Magnus guffawed. “Did you see their faces? That was wonderful!”

“You’re crazy!”

“And you’re unharmed.” He took you towards your butcher shop, despite the looks you received along the way.

Once you were at your store you floated down to the ground.

“There now, right as rain.” Magnus smiled. His beak was shining gold, and his gray eyes still shone brighter.

You smoothed down your clothes and looked at him, unsure if you should be annoyed or grateful. “Thank you, I suppose. Even if your method was maddening.”

Magnus tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t like it?”

“I would have been fine, but I am grateful I didn’t have to resort to my method.” You then pouted. “Yours was the safer option.” You searched your deep pockets trying to find your keys.

“I’d say a bloodbath on such a magnificent day would be a mood killer.” Magnus hummed and your front door opened.

You stared back up at him, stiffening your back and narrowing your gaze. “I’ll let that slide for your help today. But before you go, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Magnus laid both feathered hands upon his barreled out chest. “I love questions, especially about myself.”

You took a step closer to him. “You play that lute every morning and sing as loud as hell; what the hell for?”

Magnus smiled brightly. “So that my sun will rise.”

The sun rose with or without provocation. But if that was his reasoning, you at least had something. “That’s all?”

Magnus nodded. “As far as I know.”

You sighed, unsatisfied with the answer, but pleased to have one. “I owe you a thanks. If there is anything I can do for you, I owe you a favor.”

“Wonderful!” He cheered. “I will certainly keep that in mind.”

You smiled faintly then went into your shop to begin the day and he went on down the street, happily singing to himself.

Summer came and went, and the first signs of fall began with a slight shift in color outside. Crisp mornings were becoming a welcomed pleasure. And your shop was getting more and more orders for marrow bones so that people could make stocks for the oncoming cold.

One afternoon, as you were finishing packing up such bones to send with your delivery boy, Magnus walked in.

“Good afternoon, neighbor!” He announced himself quite loudly.

You were wrapping up a bone with twine and wax paper. “Magnus, long time no see. Good to know there is still a body attached to that voice of yours.”

Magnus chuckled smugly. “As my neighbor, you must get the music while it is still fresh and warm, like a loaf of bread. Others in town must hear it when it is stale.”

You grunted in reply, attaching a tag to the wrapped marrow bone. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’ve come to collect that favor you owe me.”

You had almost forgotten about it. It had been months ago, and nothing had been spoken between the two of you since; aside from the usual neighborly things.

“That’s right,” you murmured. “I’m a bit busy right now is it possible to-”

“Oh heavens not now. I only just thought of it! I came here while it was still on my mind, because sooner or later I would forget and keep putting it off and-”

“Magnus,” you chimed to get him back on track. “Just tell me.”

“Oh right!” His chest fluffed out and he swooped his wing over his waist. “I would like you to make me dinner.”

“But I’m not a cook,” you said plainly. “I’m a butcher.”

Magnus’ smile became sweeter, and those bright gray eyes took on a puppy-like appearance. “But you can still make a meal, right?”

You wiped your hands on your apron. “I suppose.”

He raised two long fingers. “Then you can make a meal for two? Yes?”

“Possibly.” You eyed him, letting a smile grow. “Might I ask why this is the favor you’re coming for?”

Magnus waved his finger. “I think that’s a conversation for dinner. Don’t you? Just so we’ll have something to break the ice. I know you're off on Sundays, will that be okay for our supper?”

You sighed, but your smile grew. “As good as any.”

“Wonderful!” He cheered. “I will arrive with bells on.”

Knowing him, you thought, he probably would. You started to turn back to your work, but Magnus approached the counter again.

He started speaking very intensely. “By the way, I know this may hinder you, maybe even offend you considering your business, but I don’t eat meat.”

You looked him up and down. “You don’t eat meat?”

“I do not eat it,” he said sincerely.

You clicked your tongue. “Well, alright. I’ll figure something out I suppose.”

Magnus beamed again as he stood upright. “Wonderful! Thank you so much for the consideration. I look forward to what you can do.”

You were no cook, at least nothing special. You knew how to make meat and potatoes taste good to you. This would be a whole new chore.

You managed to get a couple of recipes from some of the grannies who visited your shop a lot. One gave you her special vegetable broth recipe. Another provided you with her garlic rolls recipe. Then another gave you an eggplant and how to cook it. All of them adored Magnus and were eager to try and impress him vicariously through you.

“What on earth does this guy do to these ladies?” You grumbled as you kneaded the dough for the rolls. The garlic was exceptionally strong, almost spicy in the air. “I know his music has some sort of power, maybe that’s his game.”

Just as you had placed the eggplant into the oven, there was a knock upon your door.

“Geez,” you huffed, wiping your hands on your apron. “Who could this be?” You walked across the kitchen to the door, finding Mgnus standing there tuning his lute.

“It's way too early!” You exclaimed out of shock.

“I know, I came to bask in your warm company.” Magnus let himself in, sitting at the kitchen table which was still covered in flour from when you rolled the dough for the garlic rolls.

“I haven’t even cleaned up yet, you’ll get flour on you!” You tried to shoo him away but he started playing his lute.

“What is your most favorite song in the world?” Magnus asked, oblivious to your efforts to wipe up the table.

“What’s yours?” You asked, finally able to sweep away the flour without hitting him.

He plucked the strings on his lute and thought deeply. “Sweet rose, sweet dew drop.”

“Sounds saccharine.” You sighed. “But if you must play, play.”

Magnus was smiling, tuning the lute again. “Do you not like my playing, neighbor? You seem annoyed.”

“I hear your music every morning. I hear it loud and clear as if you are inside my head.”

“But do you like it?”

You cut your eyes at him. “If I didn’t hear it exploding in my bedroom each morning, maybe I would.”

“You wake each morning to my songs,” he hummed softly. He strummed and hummed, going soft and quiet unlike what you were used to.

“I do.” You go back towards the oven. “You told me once why you do it, but I still find it a bit odd.”

“My sun,” he sang softly. “I want her to rise. I want to open her shining eyes. She lights up my day and it is night when she’s gone. I’m singing to her in hopes of my dawn.”

“That’s lovely,” you murmured. “But still odd. The sun rises and falls no matter what we do.”

Magnus smirked towards you. “You think so?”

Something about his gaze made your stomach flop upside down. “Isn’t that how it works? After all, it’s more powerful than us.”

“She is,” Magnus spoke softly again. He then perked up, his comb rising high on his head. He then looked at you excitedly. “What have you made for dinner?”

“Oh, well, I had some help from some of the grannies you come to my shop,” you replied. “I have a vegetable stew, garlic rolls, and some sort of eggplant thing.”

“Eggplant thing?”

You made an awkward smile. “I followed the recipe, but I’m still not sure what it’ll turn into.”

Magnus laughed. “You really aren’t a cook.”

“Not at all.”

Despite all your hostility and annoyance with him because of his morning singing, you found yourself drawn to him. He didn’t have to sing or play his music, but there was definitely an allure he had. This may have been the same charm that all the other women in town were attracted to. Even as you fed him, he didn’t complain. The eggplant was awful, but he still ate it regardless.

As he left to go home, he turned in the doorway to look at you. “When I sing in the morning, will you listen to me?”

You were a bit surprised. “I mean, I always have to.”

Magnus shook his head. “No. I mean listen.”

You weren’t sure what he meant, but you nodded as bid him goodnight.

Come morning, you were woken by the sound of his lute being strummed. Still loud as ever, but somehow it sounded so much softer than all other mornings. His voice, too, sounded lighter and airier.

From that morning onward, his music sounded sweet and calming. You woke up gently rather than annoyed. And to your surprise, one morning, you walked outside and yelled.

“Good morning, Magnus!”

“Good morning, neighbor!” he crowed back with a sound of triumph.

A few days later, just as you were closing up shop, Magnus came through the door. “I was wondering if I could walk you home?” He asked.

You pushed a loose lock of hair from your face. “What for?”

Magnus smiled. “Do I need a reason?”

You sighed and went along. You were silent at the start of the walk, but as he started to hum a question rose in your mind.

“Has your music changed? Because it is nowhere near as annoying as it used to be,” you said.

“I’ve not changed it in the slightest. I did ask you to listen though.” He placed a wing around you back, settling his hand on your arm.

You watched his dark fingers on your sleeve then glanced back into his gray eyes. “Then tell me what you are doing.”

“Doing?” He asked.

“All the women, and some men, in this village have some level of attraction or fascination to you. Is that what you are trying to do with me?” You said pointedly.

“Oh gosh,” he said in thought. “I’m not trying to woo anyone. I’m just nice to everyone. I treat them like I want to be treated. You’re the only one I’ve been trying to woo.”

Your stomach flopped again. “You’re teasing me!”

“I told you, I always sing to raise my sun.” There was no irony to his tone, no sense of teasing. He was being honest.

“Me?” You exclaimed. “I’m the sun?”

Magnus tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t get that?”

“No!” You blurted.

He sighed and dipped his head down. “Oh gosh, I’m no good at these kinds of things. I thought I was being clear.” He pouted a bit. “You’re just my type. It’s part of why I got that weird house on the hill. So I could be close, maybe see you in the morning-” He started to get embarrassed. “But all I can do is sing.”

You cocked up a brow in shock. “Type?”

Magnus went silent, going from slightly shy to very shy. “Well yeah.”

“And what would that be?”

He looked away, his smile faint, and his expression demure. He shifted a bit, taking a step back from you. “You’re a little mean and bossy,” he muttered.

“Should I be offended?” You grumbled.

He shook his head. “I mean that in a good way. I know I don’t look it, being as tall as I am, but I like to feel like I am small and-” Magnus shut his beak and turned away.

“So-” You tried to piece this together as best you could. “You like me because I make you feel this way?”

He nodded.

“Well, this wasn’t what I was expecting,” you huffed.

“I don’t mean to make this sound weird. I really do like you for much more than my own oddities.” He fidgeted with his fingers. “You’re strong and witty, your not afraid of anything. But you’re also tender and sweet, and you have such a nice...shape.” It sounded like he had more to say, but he decided to end it with that one word.

You pressed your lips together and looked at the ground. “You have a nice shape yourself.”

Magnus chuckled, then you chuckled.

“Maybe we can show off each other’s shape one day,” Magnus said shyly. “If you’d like such a thing.”

“Not tonight, maybe Sunday?” You suggested.

His eyes widened and he turned to you with a look of shock. “You really-you would-you are-” He couldn’t get out what he wanted to say.

“Maybe this time you could make dinner?”

“Okay!” He exclaimed happily. “Come over whenever you’d like!”

You still weren’t exactly sure on what to take in. You just knew you held an excitement in your chest that didn’t go away until Sunday morning. You heard him singing on his hill, and that excitement burst, turning into urgency and nerves.

You waited as long as you could before heading up the hill. It was still a bit early for dinner, but had shown up early to your home as well. Once he opened the door you knew you came at the right time.

“Good! You did come!” Magnus pulled you inside.

“I was bored anyways,” you said nervously.

Magnus gripped your hand. “Let me give you a tour.” He took you through the odd house, which was larger inside than you expected.

Most of the rooms were filled with musical instruments, sheet music, and long scrolls tucked into vases and buckets. Up in the tower was his room, which he took you to with a proud look on his face. He showed you the balcony where he played his music each morning. From that perch you could see your house below.

“You really are singing to me.”

Magnus nodded. “I like seeing you walk out your door every morning. I often wonder what you’re doing or how you wake up.”

You look him over then stare back into the room. “Your bed is much bigger than mine, but I could show you.”

Magnus swallowed. “Really?”

You took hold of his hand and led him over to the bed. You made him lay down upon his back and placed his hands upon his chest. “I lay like this when I go to sleep. Although; come morning I’m on my side.” You then crawled on top of him, straddling your thighs around his waist.

Magnus gulped and his feathers on his chest fluffed up. “Do...do you usually wake up feeling heavy?”

You shook your head. “No. I just did this to get you here.” You leaned down, kissing his beak and down to his cheek. Magnus ruffled and moaned, arching his back as you drug your hands down his chest.

“I see. I like that,” he laughed.

You opened up his shirt, stroking down the sleek feathers that went from black-green to golden ginger. “You’re quite colorful. It’s lovely.”

Magnus nodded, holding his breath as your hands explored his body. You rolled your hips, rubbing yourself against the front of his trousers.

“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forceful,” you murmured.

He shook his head. “Just the right amount of forceful.” He opened his eyes back up to look at you. “I was hoping this would happen. Although I’m a bit embarrassed by that thought.”

You kissed his beak again then placed your hand around his throat. “What else were you hopeful for.”

He shivered at your touch, moaning loudly then sucking in his breath. “Just uhm-” He wiggled beneath you, rubbing himself against you. “Just that you would uhm-”

You moved your hand away.

“Play with me!” He yelped and you placed your hand back. “Play with me-” he moaned again. “Like I’m your own personal toy.”

You smirked. “How fun. Anything else?”

His eyes moved towards a small chest sitting by his bed. You picked it up, setting it on his chest as you looked through. Inside there were a few strange objects, one was small and bulbous, maybe of a black shining stone. There were two phallic-shaped crystals, one was a clear quartz and had small ball shapes through the shaft. The second was bigger, made of rose quartz, and flared at the base and was wattahced to a leather belt.

“Should I use these before I use you?” You teased.

Magnus fidgeted again. “I’d love to watch but-”

Inside the chest was also a flask filled with olive oil. “You’re excited today. I get it.” You lifted yourself off  him, sitting by his side as you undid his belt and tugged down his pants.

Since he was a type of siren, his anatomy below was a little different. There was a growth that rose from his loins, along with a small opening. You trailed your fingers around the opening, which felt warm and wet within.

Magnus gasped and his back rose from the bed. You slipped a finger inside, feeling him tighten around you while his voice became much higher and more aroused.

“You’ll be very fun to play with, Magnus.” You panted as you moved your finger inside. You added another finger, which made him whimper and throw his head back.

“There now.” You pulled out your fingers then rose from the bed to undress. Magnus watched you with awe, his eyes gazing down your body. Your arms and back were strong from your work as a butcher, so you never felt quite pretty until his eyes landed upon you. In his gaze you felt like a beauty.

“I knew you’d be stunning,” he panted.

You put on the leather belt and Magnus’ eyes became dewy. You poured olive oil into your palm, rubbing the shaft like it was your own.

As Magnus watched you climbed back onto the bed and threw his legs over your shoulders. He whimpered as the rose quartz touched against him.

“I’ll go easy, but I have a feeling you’re used to this.” You watched in awe as the rose quartz disappeared inside him. He cried out and you bit your lip.

Magnus started singing a new song. His voice peaked and rang out as you drove the rose quartz inside him. Your own wetness grew as you watched him. His body writhed in such a sweet, docile way. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore.

You took off the belt and left the rose quartz inside him. You mounted him again, taking his shaft inside you.

“Yes!” Magnus cried out. “You’re all around me.” His hands gripped around your thick waist. “All you!”

You rutted on top of him, feeling him warm and hard inside. You pressed your hands to his belly, taking leverage as you began moving.

“Oh my sun!” Magnus cried. “My shining, glorious star! Take me! All of me!”

You moaned and reached out, placing your hand around his throat. “You’re mine. You’re all mine.”

Magnus grinned with glee, bucking his hips upward inside you. You cried out, throwing your head back and letting your hair spill around your shoulders. You reached back, thrusting the rose quartz inside him. He bucked harder, whimpering pitifully, even starting to cry.

Something inside you was rising. It was coming fast and hot inside your belly, shooting through your chest. You and Magnus were singing together, duetting as this rising sun inside you began to spill out.

You shivered, thighs tightening around Magnus. The rose quartz slipped from inside him, and he whimpered as tears rolled from his gray eyes. You leaned forward, falling onto his barreled chest and laying there as his shaft popped out from inside you.

You both laid in silence. You breathed in sync until it felt like you were fading from this world. Magnus’ wings wrapped around you and he started singing softly.

“My sun, I want her to rise. I want to open her shining eyes. She lights up my day and it is night when she’s gone. I’m singing to her in hopes of my dawn.”

You smiled and nuzzled to his chest. “I love your song,” you murmured.

“Finally,” he chuckled.

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster love #monster romance #monster fudger #monsterxhuman #monsterxreader #siren #momolady monsters #my writng

[wolfboy88]

Seven Sentences Sunday / Tease Tidbit Tuesday / WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the various tags during the week @ksbbb @maplesyrizzup @outcastpack

I swear I wasn’t ignoring you, I just had covid. But I’m feeling better now 😊

So, I’m gonna kick off this weeks Seven Sentences Sunday with more from the Killing’s a Scream Sequel.

Liam licks his lips, grinning. “Time to put on a show.”

Theo nods, captivated.

“Help!” Liam shouts as he slashes Theo’s arm.

Theo hums in pleasure as pain ripples through his body when Liam cuts his cheek. He smiles at Liam and shouts as if in pain to make it convincing.

“Help!” Liam shouts again and slashes Theo’s thigh.

Theo shouts a moment later, both hearing Parrish banging on the front door.

“Liam?”

“Parrish!” Liam shouts, sounding desperate and panicked as Theo shudders when Liam grasps him by the nape, giving him one of his sweetest smiles.

“Do you trust me?” Liam murmurs softly.

“With my life,” Theo replies instantly.

“Sorry about this,” Liam mutters.

Theo’s eyes widen as he feels excruciating pain on his left side, leaving him breathless. He gasps, clutching onto Liam’s arm as he sees the knife handle protruding from his side.

Tagging @arewordsenough @transdunbar @thiamsxbitch @theoceanismyinkwell @rd-eternity @rhyslahey @mmoosen @shinigamimailjeevas @chasing-chimeras @equallyloyalandlethal @ksbbb @maplesyrizzup @outcastpack

#wip game #seven sentence sunday #scream au #dark thiam #my writng

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Baby │ JJ Maybank Imagine

Request: hey! First off love your work! I saw that you wanted tiktok trend requests so could you naybe do the trend where you tell your bf that you want a baby with jj?

Authors Note: Hello! Thank you so much for supporting me and my silly writing. I added the photo that I would use for JJ’s contact.I hope you enjoy reading!

Warnings: Hints for underage drinking, swearing.

Word Count: 634.

Giggling, you shove Kiara away from you and your phone.

“Y/n! You’re drunk and its girl’s night which is two very good reasons not to have your phone.”

“Too late…I already hit send!”

Kiara closes her mouth when your phone starts ringing and you start smiling. “Should I not answer?”

“JJ would blame us, so no.” Sarah says and asks you what exactly you said in the first place to make your boyfriend call you instead of texting back.

“I told him I want a baby.” 

“But he is a big baby!” Cleo states and the other girls agree with hums, thinking just how true that statement is.

Your phone stops ringing before the picture you have for John B contact pops up on your phone screen and the ringing starts again. You press on the green button. “Hey baby.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You don’t care if your boyfriend can hear you laugh silently, you can’t help it as he yells, and his voice goes in a higher pitch you have ever heard. “You know I’m using John B phone, right? Do you call him baby?”

Another voice in the background yells a no as you say, “I know you baby and knew you would find a way to talk to me.”

JJ huffs. “Ah yes well excuse me if I thought my phone was broken when I read your text but then thought your phone is the broken one.”

“If it was, how could I be talking to you-“

“Do not give me your sass right now or your ass will have handprints on it. Now tell me why the fuck you would text me that you want a baby.”

“I saw this TikTok a couple of days ago where this girl texted her boyfriend it. You had to ruin it by calling instead of texting your response!”

“I don’t have a response!” but he does mutters, “I hate TikTok.”

“I know you do…. baby.”

You don’t need to see his face to know he is trying to hide a smile. But you can hear it in his voice when he says, “You can call me that if you stop with the stupid TikTok trend pranks.”

“Never going to happen baby. I got to keep you on your toes.”

He chuckles.  “You are doing too good of a job.”

“I know. But before you go, I do have a question.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “Would you want a baby one day? With me?”

The silene on the other end makes you check that the call is still connected. It is. “JJ?”

“Yes. Only with you, baby. Not any day soon though, okay? I know you would be the greatest, awesomest, and loveliest mother ever and I really want to be a part of all of the est. But I know with all of my shit, I’m not ready yet. We are both too young and reckless. Well, mostly me but you get what I’m saying, right?”

“Right.”

“Right. Good, right, okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, JJ. Now if you it’s okay with you, I am going to watch some TikTok’s with the girls.” You laugh with him and after saying good night, you hang up.

A few minutes later, when you are scrolling through your Tikok fyp, a text pop up.

“I’m your baby. You’re my baby. That’s all I need right now.”

The girls see it and start planning out loud how long exactly they will wait to make fun of him for being so cute and a simp. You don’t text back but do take a screenshot. Not for a TikTok. To look back on it whenever you want to.

Maybe one day you will print it and put it in a baby album.

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[strid3rofthen0rth]

Everest Quercus

A bone shuddering thud, immediately followed by an electric sting racing up through hands and arms.  The pause, surprise and awe that it did not go.  A glance filled with ill intent.  The creak of stained, heavy leather gloves.  Panting.  A deep breath and a little bounce, like a fighter waiting for the bell.  Finally, another swing, all the way from the toes, and Ker-rack!

There it is.  Now we're splitting some wood.

Splitting firewood is about the most rewarding work I can do on a cold winter morning.  The smell of cleaved hardwood mixed with sweat has been a touchstone for me since early boyhood.  Nothing conjures happy images of my father more quickly or completely.  My parents heated with wood for most of my childhood, as do I, so I continue to split.  Concerns of climate change not withstanding, there is comfort to be found in putting up for winter.  Canning, pickling, and splitting wood that we may emerge from the frigid dark once again, alive and raring to go.

It all began back on Maple Avenue.  I'd been an apartment dweller for my entire life, six years young as it was.  To suddenly have my own yard to dash around in, my own trees to climb, my own garden from which to swipe peas and brussel sprouts, was a gift from on high.  Then one fine autumn morning, a huge truck appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and dumped a massive load of white oak right in the center of my playground.  Another load soon followed.  Everest Quercus, a towering mountain of firewood.  Limbs longer than I was, rounds taller than I, heaped and tangled across the yard.  There were bugs under the bark and mud torn up from the yard.  It was the greatest thing I'd ever seen.

Choosing to invoke the selective hearing granted to all children when parents warn against taking certain actions, for days I clambered over and around it, sprayed the garden hose on the top to see where the water would come out, pried and pulled to see what was in there.  My jungle gym and fort, gateway to imagination, and the beginning of my first big adventure.

Soon enough, men I did not know arrived to help my father break down my fort.  They wielded chainsaws and cant hooks, wore long wooly beards over flannel shirts and pants so dirty my mom would have never let me be seen in them.  And they swung splitting mauls.  That sound of splitting the logs into burnable chunks -- half fastball jumping off white ash, half crunch of hard snow under foot.  The action, the dynamic nature of it all, was intoxicating.  I remember thinking there was a certain gravity to this new situation, though I obviously couldn't verbalize that thought at the time.  Something big was going down, and I wanted in.

So Dad would set me up with a stubby little end cut, the easiest piece to split, and start a wedge for me.  Wedges are often used in conjunction with a standard maul on rounds that are too big for the splitting maul.  And with six-year-olds.  He'd hand me a little two pound hammer -- I remember it now, a blue Estwing -- and I'd tink tink tink away at that wedge until I'd made my little split.  Or until I got tired or bored, just as likely.

I had to choke up on that hammer quite a bit with my little pink paws, and somehow, whether through exuberance or inattention, I finally managed to mash the tip of my right pinkie finger between the face of the hammer and top of the steel wedge.  I remember I cried at the sight of my own blood.  I remember my mother hovering somewhere between harried, concerned, and angry on the drive to the hospital.  I don't remember how many stitches I got, but they followed the blackened nail around the tip of my finger in a perfect tiny crescent, and I was chin-jutting proud of that in the days that followed.  I'd earned my stripes.  One of the boys.

That run to the ER aside, splitting wood has been generally good to me.  It's one of the times you can stand outside pouring sweat, the mercury burrowing below zero, icicles clinging to your beard, and not have to worry if the rescue plane is going to find you in time.  I like to unbend my back every once in a while, and lean on the maul.  Think about pioneers and lumberjacks and other manly stuff.  To feel muscled and strong, robust against the cold.  Like I actually have my shit together for once.  It's a chance to slow down and workout at the same time.  And if you practice long enough, you can ring the bell every time at the carnival, and win your girl a Bon Jovi mirror.

Some woods are more testy than others.  There comes a point in almost every session involving big wood when you are forced to decide whether or not you can carry on.  You have your wedge started in a huge round, probably for the second or third time.  This guy has decided to test you, deflecting your best attempts to cleave, stack, and burn.  You begin with some slightly tentative swings, making sure the wedge is driven, and all is right with the world. 

Now it's time to bring the pain.  You coil and bend, storing all the energy to be released in one massive effort. Getting your feet set, you begin that big power swing, the best one in your arsenal.  Knees, hips, shoulders snap into alignment as your fists slam together at the end of the handle, the head of the maul wails down squarely on the wedge, all the force you can muster behind it.  PING! 

Nothing... until, after a few moments heavy breathing, you begin to hear the faintest crackling.  The frozen fibers beginning to give up their bonds.  And you know, this beast will fall like all before him have.

It always amuses me when you see the leading man in a movie, lantern jawline and not a hair out of place, at his gorgeous log cabin, splitting up perfectly dry and straight pieces of maple for the fire.  They merrily crack and fly apart with barely a touch from the axe or maul.  You'll never see him sweating and cursing, trying like mad to extricate the maul from a gnarled hunk of burr oak.  It's Hollywood, where the girls are plastic and all the firewood is kiln dried.

Fir and pines are a walk in the park. They fly apart with happy ease, the chosen favorites of Instagram wood splitters everywhere. Hard maple, frozen, is among the most satisfying to split. It requires effort, but it will come apart, and the sound of a good swing on maple rings out clean and pure.

Among all woods, elm is my nemesis.  Like many of us who carry the maul and wedge, I can spot it in a wood pile from fifty yards.  Mocking me.  Daring me to even try.  I'm sure there are more difficult woods to split.  Ironwood can give you a backache just looking at it, so heavy and hard.  Shagbark hickory, with all it's armored bark as a warning, will test your shoulders and your will.  Black cherry strikes fear in the heart of mortal men.  But that stringy elm so tirelessly indefatigable.  So unrelenting in it's ability to hang together.  It seemingly wills itself to remain unbroken, the Nelson Mandela of the wood lot.  Many a wedge have been lost in a round of elm, waiting to be freed by the addition of another wedge.  And then another.  Until you find yourself berating an inanimate hunk of cellulose like a homeless wing nut cursing the weather and hot dogs on a street corner.

Swinging with precision is usually more important than swinging hard.  A few stretches before you get going will prevent a lot of soreness, even if you do look like a goober doing yoga in a flannel shirt.  Burn the elm in a campfire so you don't have to break it down as far.  And wood gets heavier as you age.  A lot heavier, but the pull of the wood lot is real, the desire to swing away, so we keep on going, chasing that perfect swing. 

#my writng #repost #since we're talking about splitting firewood

[gogotti]

Bloodhound x reader nsfw, similar to the caustic fic w orgasm denial I LOVE YOUR WORK PLS

This took forever and I'm so sorry, but life hit me with the "let's change the subject" bat, and I lost interest in Apex for a hot ass minute. but anyways

BLOODHOUND/READER - NSFW

Warnings: none really but the fic includes NSFW, orgasm denial, gender-neutral reader, no mention of Bloodhound's genitals, (which is also what made this fic take so long cause it took me forever to realize I could just do that.)

You looked over at Bloodhound as you stepped outside, a mischievous grin coming to your face almost immediately. They had been training all day, which wasn't uncommon, and you coming out to join them wasn't unusual either. You enjoyed watching them practice. It allowed you to stare at their muscles, which gave you plenty of material for those long seasons they were away busy with the games. Normally, you would sit by and watch, but with how well they'd been doing in the games, you figured it was time for a well-deserved break. You sat on a stump nearby and watched as Hound released their last arrow from the Bocek, landing what you counted to be their 4th bullseye. You smiled and spoke up, watching that red tint from their eyes slowly fade as they registered your voice.

“You should teach me to be as well off with a bow as you are.”

They walked over, touching your forehead with their mask as a kiss, and grabbed another bow they had prepared and handed it to you. Their eyes squinted slightly, meaning they were smiling at you behind the mask. “I would be honored, Elska.”

You stood and walked with them to the small patch of off-colored grass and huffed at it. Hound noticed and spoke, “I will get to placing the stone on this spot soon enough. For now, we practice.” You laughed, “Don't you think you need a break? You stand in this spot so much that the grass isn't green anymore.” They shook their head, and you already knew what they were going to say, so you simply sighed, feigning defeat for your request.

They positioned themselves behind you and you pressed yourself as close to their chest as possible, hearing a sudden inhale from them in response. You knew that showing interest in their training and hobbies made them very happy, so you already had a bit of a headstart, but you had a trick up your sleeve and you couldn't help but smirk at the thought of their excitement when you showed it off.

Thankfully Hound didn't notice as they continued positioning you in proper archery form, answering each question you asked, even if some had self-explanatory answers. You made sure to drag on the explanation part so you could let your plan slowly unfold, and you acted innocent when they would stop explaining to take a breath because your subtle grinding against them was doing much more than you originally anticipated.

When they had finally explained everything they thought necessary, you were allowed to shoot your first arrow. You pretended to struggle a bit before releasing arrow after arrow, each landing smack-dab in the center. You turned, a giant smile on your face as you watched Hound’s eyes flick from you to the target and back. You knew they were feeling something now as they stuttered a bit before letting out a breathy, “Wow, Elska.”

They stood frozen in their spot as you approached them, letting the bow gently rest on the ground. You place your hands on their chest and smile at them, “So, I think we should take a break. I am exhausted after all that training.”

They didn't respond, instead, they let you guide them to the stump you were sitting on earlier and stood in front of you. You leaned up and kissed their mask once, then moved down to their neck, kissing and nipping at all of the skin there. You let your hand trail downward and into their pants, letting them grind down onto your palm and you smiled at the muffled huffs coming from their mask.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?

They let out a muffled, “Mhm”, and you smiled, leaning away from their neck to see their face for a moment. You were glad that you did because as soon as you made eye contact with them you watched their eyes roll to the back of their head and their body twitch toward you. You watched as they started to grind down harder, eventually grabbing onto you and pulling you closer.

They whined, “Please, Elska…”, and they looked at you desperately. You knew they were close, but you weren't ready for this to end yet, especially since it just started. You didn't realize how pent-up they had been, so your previous grinding had done much, much more than you had thought. You slowly began to pull your hand away as they got closer to cumming and they quickly caught on, grabbing your hand and holding it in their strong grip.

“Elska, I need this please.” They continued to grind down onto your hand, but you kept pulling away. You were worried that they were gonna cum before you had your fun, so you forcefully pulled your hand away, watching Hound go limp with defeat. Hound practically growled at the lack of contact and slowly turned it into a whine because of the denial. They looked up at you, and you knew they had tears in their eyes, so you kissed the top of their head.

“I wanna have fun too Houndy, but I promise you'll get to cum once I have. Okay?”

You smiled at them, and they couldn't do anything but mumble an “Okay..” and follow you into the cabin you shared.

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[spookylizpg]

What It Is To Be A Grandmaster (PART 2: SubSmoke Fanfic)

WOOOOO- I finally did it. I made a full on NSFW Smut writing. Gosh, it has been years since my first one so this could be rusty anyway. I tried my best with at least, to make it a good read. I hope you guys enjoy these two having fun in bed. lol This is smut so of course, +18 ONLY. Enjoy ~ <3

Tomas' hands fastened against the top of the bed frame with his Grandmaster's head bandage. He observes his lover gradually beginning to yank his clothes off. Start from the top, leaving soft kisses on his tender collarbone. Kuai Liang's hand gripping on Tomas' alluring waist. Concentrate on his chest, pretty much admiring his smokey lover. He couldn't restrain himself. He must have a taste. Licking his lips, he pounced his first attack on his poor chest. He could hear his precious lover letting out a lovely moan from under his breath. It exhilarates him, and he loses himself with the bite he takes on his soft skin. His hands freely explore his upper body as the cryomancer plays around with his lover's hardened nipples. Toying with Smoke's mind and his body was the only thing on his mind now as he nibbled on them. He felt his Smoke's back arching and moving around. He could feel his lover in such an ache yet sweet melody to his ears. 

"Quit moving, sweetheart. . ." Kuai Liang uttered, "Or I will have to freeze you fucking still-"

To prove he wasn't joking around. His hands began to feel freezing to the touch. Smoke expresses the sudden change with a sharp cry. It echoes within the master bedroom and how it sounds nicely. 

"Good boy." He whispered softly

"Aren't you such a good boy to your Grandmaster?" He looked up to him, and Smoke's expression was in ecstasy. 

"Love, I think you open something in me..." Kuai Liang went close to Smoke's face, "I'm enjoying you like this...I want to..."

Understandably, He couldn't finish the statement. He couldn't abide just watching anymore. He desires to relish it and his lover as quickly as possible. Grandmaster's cold lips were against his lover's. Smoke immediately took it, moaning ever so passionately with every pause for air.

"Moan for me, my love...I want to hear you scream for me!" Kuai Liang began groping Smoke's chest. Still, his hands were icy cold. Tomas did what he asked of him. He cried his name as his mouth began to drool. The intensity on his body was just too much for him.

"Such a mess...but you're my mess..." 

He left a kiss on the cheek as he went back to his waist. 

"I bet you're a mess down there too, huh?"

One of his hands broke out of the groping session and went right to his crotch. Kuai Liang began to chuckle as he peeked up. 

"So fucking hard..." 

He gave it a little squeeze

"Oops."

Smoke's head tilts up as he moans once more. 

"F...f...uc" 

"hmm?" Kuai leans over to Smoke and smirks at him.

Smoke attempts to make some words, and he looks back at him. He tries to lean into his cold lover's face to the point he can whisper to him. 

"fu....fuck me..." Smoke finally uttered his words, "Please give....me no mercy...I deserve this. fuck me rough, please. M-master, I beg of you-" and this excited Kuai Liang in his core. 

"I'm glad, but regardless," Scoffing that off as both his hands slowly took off Smoke's bottom clothes. "That was the plan, to fuck you with no mercy. Make you into a sobbing fucking mess. To fuck you and that mind of yours until you can't think anything but me having my way with you. Don't think a damn second you have some order here, got it?"

Smoke nodded as he let his master do what he pleased with his body. He put back into his place. Once the clothes had taken off, Sub Zero admired his lover's body. My, he was obsessed with his body. For a moment of peace, he thought himself lucky to have a man like him. Smoke's body is a masterpiece to the cryomancer. Smoke's frame and his curves are what drives Sub Zero all lustful. 

"Look at you...oh my."

Kuai Liang touches the tip of his lover's erect cock. 

"So hard...it's all because of me..."

Teasing Smoke, he began stroking his cock up and down delicately. Smoke arched his back as he was getting jacked off. He suddenly pauses and shakes his head. Smoke looks at him in misery, moaning for more. 

"Who said you get to cum first? Silly you- You'll have to wait...If you don't...then" He sighed, "I'll spank you to death- or worse. No more of this until you learn to be fucking patient." Kuai Liang chuckled as he looked at Smoke's tied hands. 

"Now then, time to put you in a different position. I want to see that ass of your move when I thrust my cock into you."

The Grandmaster began to untie him and place Smoke lying on his stomach. Smoke too fuck to be able to freely move anyway, just letting his master take control. Once done, he tied his hands up again. This time, he placed them behind his back. Sub Zero could feel his pants tighten when he saw Smoke's gorgeous back. Placing his cold hands on his back, having them massages his whole body until he finishes on his ass. Without warning, he smacks Smoke's ass. Leaving a soft pink imprint on it, Tomas answered with a gasp. 

"I love your ass, sweetheart..." Kuai Liang began to grope his ass intensely. "I know much you tease me with it."

He spanks it again. 

"Always damn teasing with it."

Spanking even rougher than before, listening to Smoke in a moaning mess.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you walk by when I'm around. Love, believe me. I would stop and drop what I was doing to fuck you right then and there. To teach you a lesson for teasing your Grandmaster like that."

With the amount of hard spanks he hit, the imprint turned into a bright red. Smoke breathed heavily as his eyes were practically rolled back. In the brink of a complete mindfuck. Tomas' lust was at an all-time high that it became excruciating. His body was already heating up. His cock was pulsing like wild. Yet, he needs to follow his Grandmaster's order. He must wait until his icy lover is done satisfying himself. 

"Your body...is mine now-"

Kuai Liang began to undress himself for what was to come next. All the while, Smoke was glancing at him with an intense expression.

"Sweetheart, don't give me that." The now-naked Kuai Liang comments, "I have to show you what happens when you tease. You're going to take it like a good obedient boy you are, or I'll fucking make you, no matter."

Kuai Liang began to spread Smoke's legs apart to give him more room. He saw perfection as his hands spread his ass cheek a bit apart. Sub Zero plays around his anus, fingering around the entrance. Smoke arched his bottom as he felt his master toying with him again. He could feel his cold finger touching such a sensitive area. Even feeling him insert them inside, making Smoke groan. 

"You make me so hard...that ass of yours...so irresistible-"

A smack echoed once more in the Grandmaster's chamber. Kuai Liang got close in and gave a kiss on his ass cheek. Finally, he spits on his hand and caresses his cock. He could have shown a bit of compassion and used some lube. Yet, this whole session is anything but that. Without warning to Tomas, Kuai Liang latches on to his waist and rams his dick into him. Sub Zero's thrusting was mere forceful at best. Shoving it in and out as Smoke's ass tries its best to keep up with the rhythm. Due to Smoke being a little tied up, he obviously had trouble moving his hands freely. The desperate need to touch his lover or feel him is also troublesome. Yet, it didn't stop him from being an absolute moaning mess. Screaming his master's name at times. Even tears were shed, but a pillow to the face will do. Kuai Liang began whispering to him. 

"Fuck, my cock feels so good inside you. I'm giving you what you deserve. Seeing you in pure bliss yet with a hint of discomfort is what I relish. Love the sound of my hips hitting your ass. Every thrust I go in, the more you fucking lament my name!" 

The Grandmaster began to pick up the pace. He went barbaric with his thrusts. Moving Smoke's hips or waist to help him rather than helping Smoke keep a balance. Tomas's entire body began to shake to its core. The unbearable lust he felt and the suffering he couldn't release. 

"You're just falling apart, huh? Oh, my love...my everything- If you're a good boy, you must wait, okay?" Once said, he began to nibble on his neck. Hearing his lover beg and whine. It sounded so cute to him. 

"Please master...I beg of you!" he called out, but it only fueled the jabs to be deep into him. Smoke gasping as his back arched even more. 

"You...in me....fuck! I want to cum with you...Please-!!" Smoke whined again. 

"Kuai L-liang, please...my ass hurt so bad...your cock is..so..so big...." Tomas kept on going with his rant. Mumbling as his words fell apart and leaning into moaning mostly. 

"Hmm, ple...ase...let me cu..." Smoke felt fingers shoved in his mouth. His eyes widen, then he glances at his Grandmaster.

"Shut it."

( Note: This isn't the hand he toys with Smoke. This is a clean hand. lol )

Smoke virtually melts into those words. Smoke began sucking on Sub Zero's fingers. It wasn't much, but at least it eased the pain. Tomas' drooling was all over the sheets and those fingers. Somehow, it really turns on Sub Zero, feeling his poor lover trying to find a way to show his lust. 

"I'm really close..." Sub Zero's breathing became heavy. 

Smoke could feel his icy breath on his shoulder, chills to his spine. His Grandmaster began to show some sign of near completion. His body shook a bit, and moaning softly. Smoke was so lucky due to having him moan right in his ears. His master sounded so attractive. It was that little moment of peace that kept his will strong to not cum. 

A few minutes pass, and Sub Zero holds onto Smoke with his dear life. The last thrusts were more passionate than rough. Kuai Liang was now a quiet mess of moaning this time. Yet not too crazy like how Smoke was. Finally, one last thrust came in. Kuai Liang relieved himself in Smoke. Tomas hyperventilated, feeling the gooey warmth inside of him keep pumping in. Sub Zero didn't want to pull out as he wanted all his love shut in his lover's ass. When he finished, he slowly pulled out. The cum slowly oozes out of Smoke's ass. He may have overdone it with such a massive load. 

"You did good." Kuai Liang comments as he smiles. 

Yet, Smoke was looking with those begging eyes. His body shook again as his breath became heavy. He began to whine at Sub Zero. His eyes look at his cock and then at his master.

"Oh yes...I almost forgot...go ahead-" Kuai Liang chuckled and even helped a bit by gently stroking Smoke's cock. Immediately, Tomas came right away on the sheets. A big sigh of relief came from him, and understandably so. 

Kuai Liang cleaned himself a bit, then untied Smoke. He threw the head bandage off to the side and then lay next to Smoke, who barely moved from his spot. 

"Come here now...it's over." The cryomancer wrapped his arm around Smoke, which was getting his senses back. Tomas snuggled Kuai Liang, his face all smoosh up to his chest. 

"I'll clean up the bed later, honey..." Smoke said as he kissed his cheek.

"Alright then..." Sub Zero smiled, "I'm glad you're okay after all this...and actually kept it all in." 

"Hehe, I'm just full of surprises, dear." 

Enenra noises

"You indeed are, my cute little lover." 

They both settle with a kiss on the lips as they snuggle up to rest their body for the night ahead. 

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[lace-coffin]

OMG the bondage head canons for Asa was so good!!!! I have another request for Asa with like angst/comfort? If that's okay 👉👈.

Asa with a reader who is clingy and affectionate after being punished by him. Like trying to cuddle with him discreetly and craving comfort and attention from him after they were bad? Idk if that makes any sense lol hopefully it does.

That’s totally ok!! I love writing for asa! Feel free to send more ideas if u wanna, it always makes my day < 3

Receiving comfort after a punishment

Asa Emory/the collector x gn reader

Requests are open!

Minors DNI

quickly becoming Asa’s favourite in the collection and delving into a romantic relationship means you have extra freedom and perks compared to other unwilling guests. Avoiding punishment is not one of them.

Submission is non negotiable, you will serve him as your god and that’s final. Punishment hopefully won’t come to you often if you behave well enough but when it does it’s unavoidable.

Talking back and being bratty? You won’t be using that mouth at all for the next day/days, either spending hours gagged and drooling or only being allowed to speak when spoken to by your master. If you slip up and speak out of turn then an extra hour will be added to the punishment.

You can try plead your way out of it or run away but it’s futile, either you go on your own accord or your going slung over Asa’s shoulder with a red ass.

When it comes to punishments you’re done when Asa says you are. You can cry and beg all you want, that’s not his problem, if anything it fills him with sick delight. Aww it hurts? Good. That’s what disobedient toys who don’t know their place get. You have to learn somehow.

You’re left messy and worn out, floating gently in Subspace as sir cleans you up. He’ll cup your exhausted and red face, cooing at the hazy look in your eyes as he cleans your face from tears with a clean warm towel.

Once you’re clean and probably in one of his turtlenecks he’ll give you a water bottle or juice, helping you hold it up to your lips until he thinks you’ve had enough. He’ll also feed you some soft fruits or easy to eat snacks. He never used to be this soft until you entered the picture, digging out your own special spot in his cruel heart.

You’re always clingier than usual like this, still floating along the waves of Subspace and uncaring if you make a fool of yourself. Feeling vulnerable you cling to the only thing you know. Slowly scooting closer and closer to Asa thinking your being subtle (he knew the first time you got closer but finds it amusing so let’s you continue under the guise your being sneaky)until your laying against his side. “Silly pet” he laughs, petting your head affectionately.

Usually you’re a little more timid with your affection towards Asa but after a punishment you can’t find it in yourself to care, getting worked up and upset the longer you let your feelings fester without resolve.

Sometimes you’ll seem fine and stable but hours later Asa will find you curled up outside his door, sobbing and shaking. Needing to be close to your master but too nervous and distraught to take the final step of knocking and interrupting his work. You’re so worried he’ll be angry at you getting in the way of his work and will punish you for being too needy as a result of it (he would never, you’re just distraught and irrational rn lol) you knew you should’ve asked for more reassurance after today’s punishment but you thought you could pull through.

Asa opens the door and sighs, eyes wracking over your pitiful state. Without any words spoken he’ll scoop you up from your spot on the floor and move you both back to his desk, sitting your chest against his and your head on his shoulder. He’ll continue his work as he rocks you both slowly, humming until your tears stop and your head starts to droop more.

Being close with him like this always lets you know that you’ve been forgiven and the punishment is over. He still loves you and you’re still his favourite, his pretty little cricket.

Hi I hope u enjoyed this! Pls feed me more bug man requests/prompts anytime u like!

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[the-oracles-maw]

GBA Headcanons: post MoTH Makkaro Headcanons

I don’t like makkaro all that much (or at all while moth was still ongoing) but he introduced me to GBA and I have the most background known of him. No hate to those who do fw this mid ass husband /hj

After everything that's happened, your husband's powers gone, your marriage back from the brink of shambles, you both need the time to process.

After whisking you away on a new adventure once again, just as you remembered your loving husband, neither of you aren't exactly jumping at the opportunity to embark on another quest.

You kinda just... lie there. Preferably in the small bed in the cottage you both found. You appreciate the close proximity. Plus, the intimacy that comes with it.

You take the time to let just about everything out. Cry. Yell and scream at each other. Knock yourself off that pedestal to husband keeps putting you on. You hate when Mak does that.

Make up. Hug. Kiss like no tomorrow. Makkaro shivering from the intensity of the sensation of touch. It's like you're back in your honeymoon phase on this restarting of your relationship.

You cannot keep your hands off of each other, and end up having sex quite often. Even multiple times a day on different surfaces. Embraced on the bed, wrapped in the sheets, Nude, on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace, or even still clothed, bent over the kitchen island. It's perhaps your and Mak's favorite way of venting the remainder of your emotions with one another after everything.

With his sense of physical touch back with him, Makkaro's extremely sensitive, and you take full advantage of this.

As he gets used to the newfound sensations, one thing he doesn't get used to is how you feel beneath his fingers.

He always has a hand on you now. On the small of your back guiding you through a crowd, holding your hand in public, an arm around your waist introducing you to someone. Embracing you from behind while you're trying to do chores.

Even the occasional grope of your hips, thighs, or bold, desperate squeeze of your breasts. You have to shoo the man off, lest you become distracted.

It's like a grounding technique for him. He utilizes his newfound humanity to bring him back to the present when his thoughts run away from him.

This also comes into play with his ever frequent nightmares.

You remember his nightmares from after his imprisonment, they went away briefly after your wedding day, but after the Titan, the Guardian... They returned. How couldn't they?

But this time, you find yourself unable to sleep either.

So, you two built a brand new little love routine.

When it's him to be awoken from a nightmare, he usually finds himself nestled against your bosom, your hand running through his hair, encouraging him to cry. Just like that fateful day.

There's a small fireplace with a kindling that's become both of your "decompression spot." It's also where Makkaro finds you when you're plagued by a sleepless night.

That's not to say Makkaro knows when you're not actually sleeping, and just laying there. You don't want him to worry, you insist.

"Darling, what sort of fool do you take me for?" You've taken care of him this whole time, he's insistent he takes care of you in turn.

"Come along now.... Now, no, I know you're not a delicate jewel... But, look at you, my love..." He reaches out, cupping your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs. "Why can't you just let me be here for you, when you've been here for me this whole time?" He swiftly leans in, giving you a quick kiss on your nose, in an attempt to make you giggle.

"After all..." he trails off, a sad look in his eyes as he just stares at your tear stained cheeks. "Was I not the cause of these tears?"

"Well..."

You roll your eyes and trail off, a ghost of a smile starting to blossom at your lips. "I don't know... Why should I let you console me... when you made me like this?"

"Darling, please! Don't jape with me now!" Makkaro looks pitiful. You almost stifle a laugh. Almost.

"How many times must I say I'm sorry, my love?" Reaching out for your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing kiss after kiss on your knuckles. The laugh is just about to escape your lips, but the "you're in so much trouble" look never leaving your eyes.

"...You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Nope." You give him a glowing smile, at last. His favorite face of yours. A face he's blessed to still have to wake up to every morning.

Perhaps, somewhere in the Great Beyond, Frank, his beloved brother-in-arms, has put you up to this. Makkaro can practically hear him cackling at your teasing.

Speaking of, you both commissioned a little portrait of the skeleton. It hangs above your fireplace and has a little shrine of candles.

A shame you didn't get to know Frank very well, so Mak loves to fill you in. (Frank knew of you, of course, he called you Mrs. Mak.) You have to stop the poor man when he gets misty-eyed.

"With how you pester me, my love... Frank would have adored you."

As more and more time goes by, and as you both heal, the events of MoTH becomes an inside joke between you two.

Feeling cheeky and want to embarrass the hell out of your husband? bring up his time as a necromancer!

"Hey, Makkaro, my love. Remember the time when-"

"Darling please, no-"

He's fine, he's laughing along eventually.

Neither of you really know how you did it, but for what it's worth, your adventure that almost destroyed your love, has in the end, brought you closer than ever before.

It was also a learning experience for you two. As a married couple, there's going to be bumps in the road, not everything was perfect. And that was alright! You had each other. And as long as you had one another...

There was seemingly nothing either of you couldn't conquer.

In your cases, love truly did seem to conquer all.

#I did it #what a gas #what joy #good boy audios #good boy audios moth #magic of the heart #gba moth #gba #my writng #writeblr #gba makkaro #gba fanfiction #there are definitely quite a few jabs at makkaro #I couldn't resist

[therainywriter]

I See You (Fluff)

Pairing: Tsuek'tu (Na'vi) x Reader

Tsuek'tu held you at his side, large hand encompassing your waist as he held you steady after you nearly fell off the thin vine you stood on.

You gripped his arm in panic, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Tsuek- I’m going to fall.”

The end of his lip tilted up, “I won’t let you fall, just a bit further.”

He never let you go the rest of the way, acutely aware of your tense little form. He would protect you at any cost, his sweet one.

Ever since he rescued you from the thanator, the two of you have spent countless nights together- with you tucked next to him as he pulled you along amongst the trees.

You were constantly learning about their planet, the creatures and flora. But most of all, the people, their culture and way of life.

He often spoke in Na'vi, letting you listen as he pointed things out and described them. You were catching on, slowly but surely learning the complex language.

Tsuek paused, hand keeping you at the back of him.

"Kempe leren?" you asked quietly, unsure if you were actually asking what was happening.

He smiled to himself, you were learning. "Shh, do not scare the yerik," he said quietly.

He shifted his position, leaning back against the tree to your right and pulling you to his abdomen so you could see for yourself.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you rest against him, looking around the tree to observe the herbivore. The scientists call them hexapedes, their habits resemble those of deer.

They're fragile creatures, easily frightened but very protective of their young.

You watched it with admiring eyes, unaware that Tsuek was doing the same, but with you.

He glanced at the handmade jewelry adorning your wrist and neck, only two of many gifts you'd so sweetly accepted from him with a smile on your face.

You were comfortable with him, not shy to place your small five-fingered blue hand on his arm and share your curiosities. It drove him crazy.

He gave you a toothy grin when you jumped, gasping silently as the creature kicked one of its six hooves against the ground. You pouted, "Not funny-"

He hummed quietly, "Very funny."

He thought for a moment when you leaned your head against his chest, resuming your careful watch of the yerik.

He nudged you lightly, grabbing your hand in his and leading you elsewhere. "Za'u," golden eyes met yours as he glanced behind him.

You followed him, doing your best to keep up as his long strides. "Where are we going?" you questioned, slightly breathless as you hopped over a thick vine.

"You'll see, kal'in 'aw."

You were exhausted by the time he slowed down, legs aching but the pain tolerable in your avatar body. You took a breath in, only to have it knocked out of you as you registered where you were.

The Tree of Souls, you knew this place. Though you had only heard stories, you were familiar with it. It was a sacred place, deeply cherished by the Na'vi.

"It's- It's beautiful," you mumbled in awe, hand reaching out to let the glowing pink tendrils fall along the palm of your hand.

You turned to him and tilted your head, "Why did you bring me here?"

He looked at your big, confused eyes taking your hands into his larger ones.

"Oel ngati kameie, I see you," he said softly, looking at you as though he could see straight through to your very soul.

Your heart skipped a beat and you stepped closer, fingers tightening around his hands. "Oel ngati kameie," you repeated.

He leaned his head against yours, pressing a soft kiss against your lips which you returned just as gently.

#za'u = come #kal'in 'aw = little one #oc na'vi #na'vi x reader #avatar x you #avatar x reader #avatar fic #james cameron avatar #avatar #world of pandora #fluff #na'vi #omaticaya clan #x reader #my writng #rainywriter #not proofread #thank you for reading <3 #tsuek’tu x reader

[lordmarvoloriddle]

You're born in December, I'm born in July

Harry's crush on Tom Riddle does result in them becoming closer... yet not in the way he might have imagined.

AO3 link

#my writing #tomarry #harrymort #tom riddle #tom riddle/harry potter #tom riddle x harry potter #harry poter

[momolady]

Jijel the Troll

An annual musica festival, an unrequited crush, and the smell of wonderfully cooked food. It's all background to this wonderfuls tory featuring romance, a sweet troll, and some good food.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

The Cryptstone Bridge Music Festival was one of your favorite times of the year. You and your band had been going for a while now and every year it just got better and better. This year, you hoped it would be the best yet, considering everything that had happened the previous year.

“It got cold early this year,” you bassist, Tawny said as you were setting up your camp area.

“It’s great right?” You were nearly bouncing in your boots. “It actually feels like spooky season.”

“You mean fall?” Emery, your guitarist, snickered. “Not everythings a meme.”

“It can be christmas season but not spooky season?” You huffed, carrying luggage over to the big tent. “Sounds like big christmas got to you.”

“Big christmas,” Tawny wheezed under her breath.

You looked out across the campground where the other bands and the vendors were setting up. You were looking for one specific food vendor who had saved your life during your first festival.

“Looking for your boyfriend?” Your lead singer, Devon, asked. They leaned over to match your gaze. “I’m sure he’s here.”

You pouted. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend who happens to be a guy, but that’s neither here nor there.”

Devon smirked knowingly and stood back up. “Well, if you do find him, I love his turkey wrap.” They took the luggage from your hands and strutted back towards the tent.

You wandered away from the camp, going towards the food vendor station. Several vans and trucks were lined up, and some were already serving. You then saw it, the big black camper attached to a small green truck. You rushed up to it, seeing the windows to the camper were open and there was already some outside waiting for food.

A big, long arm jutted out of the window, handing the waiting patron a brown bag. Your stomach did flip flops as you watched the arm. It went back into the camper and from within a big, bellowing voice called out; “next!”

You stepped up to the window. “Hi Jiji!”

The service window fully swung open and the troll inside peered out at you. “There you are,” he laughed. “I was wondering when you would show up.”

You smiled brightly. “I promised I would come and see you as soon as we got our stuff set up.”

Jiji leaned out the window, his long tusks and big nose greeted for first, but you could see the big smile on his face. “And how did that go?”

“Just fine.” Your heart was pounding wildly.

“Are you going to have another drum solo this year? Or do I need to skip your set,” he chuckled.

“Please don’t skip!” You pleaded. “I have a special song this year.”

Jiji chuckled. “I was always going to see it. I’ve become quite the fan of your troupe.”

You beamed again and came closer to him. You called him Jiji, but his full name was Jijel and he had saved your life a few years ago. Ever since then, you’d kept in touch with him and built a friendship. You also had a massive crush.

“Did you get your hair cut?” You asked. “It looks great.”

Jijel scoffed and ruffled his hands through his dark green hair. His thick brow pinched, showing the several piercings he had in them. “It’s alright. Nothings going to make me look good though.”

You snapped your fingers and pointed at him. “Hey, I told you not to talk like that to me. You're a big, badass troll, and nothing less is slander.”

Jijel chuckled, his smile returning to his face. “Tell that to my mirror.”

“Mirrors are bitches!” You turned as you heard people behind you. “I guess I better order so I don’t hold up a line. Uhm, one vegan wrap and three turkey.”

“You got it.” Jijel slipped back into the camper as you searched your pockets for your wallet. “When can we hang out?” You asked.

“Not sure,” Jijel said from inside. You could hear the grill sizzling and you could smell his delicious cooking, something you looked forward too almost as much as seeing him every year.

“You promised me we could this year,” you pouted.

“Don’t play cute with me,” he laughed. “I’m sure we can find some time. If not, you’re welcome to hang in here with me for a while.”

Your eyes brightened. “That could be fun! I’m not a good cook but I could do something to help you out.”

Jijel laughed. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything except keep me company.” After some more sizzling and sniffing he handed out a paper bag to you.

“How much?”

“On the house,” Jijel looked back at you, his smile as big as ever. “For making my day.”

You shoved money into his tip jar. “I’ll see you later! Thank you!” You really didn’t want to leave, but a line was already forming behind you.

Back at the campsite, you handed out the food and the band took a moment to rest. You’d been going all day, and this was the first chance all of you had to just kick back and not worry about anything.

“Di you get these from that ugly troll guy again?” Emery asked.

Devon’s lip curled and they shot Emery a dirty look. “Hey! That’s her friend you’re talking about.”

“He’s not ugly,” you grumbled.

Emery gave an apologetic glance. “He’s a good cook at least.”

Devon shoved him. “If it weren’t for him we wouldn’t have a drummer. He saved her ass by making her drink water and resting in his camper.”

“I didn’t realize heat stroke was a real thing,” you grumbled under your breath.

Tawny snickered. “He’s a troll at a bridge, I just got that.”

Devon rolled their eyes. “Anyways, we need to go to bed early so we can get our shit together in the morning. There’s a fuck up every year and this year I want to get ahead of this years, whatever it is.”

After eating, you all clean up and get to bed in the tent. But since it’s a campsite filled to the brim with other musicians and the attendees, it was easier said than done. The campsite was loud with people yelling and hooting. One by one, each member of the band gave up and left the tent. Devon was the only one remaining when you got up and left, and you felt guilty for leaving them alone, but you knew sleeping now would be a fool’s errand.

You wandered back to the vendors’ area in hopes of seeing Jijel, maybe even hanging out with him a bit if he wasn’t busy. Some vendors were open, serving drinks mostly, so the area was crowded. Jijel’s camper was closed, but you could see lights inside.

You knocked on the door in the very back. “Hey, it’s me, are you busy?”

There was no sound from within.

Sighing, you knocked again. “Jiji, it’s only me!” You waited for a bit in hopes he would come out, but he gave no sign. You started walking away when the door opened. You turned, seeing his hand wave you over.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” You asked as you approached. “I can’t sleep and thought we could chill for a little while.”

Jijel stepped out of the camper before you. “You’re really serious about that.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He chuckled and was quiet as he looked at you. Your heart began pounding wildly again and you broke into a big smile. “So, is it okay?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “It’s cramped in there though.” He closed the doors then took out his keys to lock them. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

“Okay!” You happily took to his side, walking with him down the vendor ally until you came out into the field.

The campsite with all the partying was to your right, while the pathway to the Cryptstone Bridge was at your left. Jijel went left, heading towards the bridge.

“It’s pretty over here with all the lights.” You marveled at the display that the festival always put up on the bridge. Lots of lights that created a canopy, turning the bridge into a tunnel of lights that would do special shows during the concerts.

“It is.” Jijel kept his head down as they stepped onto the bridge. He was really quiet all of a sudden. The way you chatted through text you figured you would have a great conversation like always.

You came to a stop in the middle of the bridge. “Is something wrong?”

Jijel leaned back against the railing and sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’re awful quiet though. If you’re tired you don’t have to hang out with me. You could have said so.”

Jijel grimaced and fidgeted with his hands, twisting a ring around his finger. “No. I’m not tired. I do want to spend time with you though, but-” His eyes flicked to a group of girls crossing the bridge and he kept his head down.

You frowned as you looked at him and you grabbed his hand to hold. You tugged him, making him look at you. “I like you!” You confessed.

“What?” His brow pinched.

“I like you-” Your voice cracked as you realized how silly that sounded. “As in feelings! Not like...high school and-” You were slowly starting to crumble. You’d held onto this crush for so long and now it was all falling out so ungracefully.

“You don’t have to say things to make me feel better,” Jijel chuckled.

“Don’t say that. And I mean it. I really, really like you.” You held his hand with both of yours. His hand was so big, it was something you always liked about him. “I think you’re amazing.”

Jijel sighed, as he gently took his hand away from you. He didn’t say anything, he averted his eyes and crossed his arms against his chest.

“The way we talk all the time, sometimes through the night and all day...I like that. You make me smile and laugh all the time. You make me happy. Where’s that guy?”

Jijel’s brow downturned, giving him a sad look. “It’s different when I’m around you.”

“How come?”

“Because you’re this...cute and pretty woman and I’m-” He went to wave his hand around his face but stopped and crossed his arms back.

Your cheeks burned. “You think I’m cute?”

Jijel bit his lip. “Of course I do.”

You placed your hand upon his arm. “I think you’re handsome.”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“I mean it! Don’t make me kiss you!”

Jijel froze and his expression went blank. You look the fall of his guard and raced forward, placing a kiss upon his lips. He pushed you away too soon, keeping his hands upon your shoulders. He looked at you, eyes wide and face darkened.  You gazed back, lips pouted and cheeks pink.

Jijel’s hands shook upon your shoulders. You moved in again, wrapping your arms around his neck, tugging him down so you could kiss him again. You closed your eyes and his stubble rubbed against you, his lips stayed still for a moment and then he kissed back. His big hands wrapped around your waist and you excitedly pushed closer, feeling his big belly against yours.

“I like you too,” Jijel confessed. “I never thought you would...that you could feel the same way.”

“Get over yourself, you’re so much better than what you think. I told you, your mirror’s a bitch.” You hugged his neck tighter. “I’m willing to show you how much I like you. How deeply I feel-”

Jijel put a finger over your lips. “Hush up,” he snarled. “You’ll make my head explode.”

You smiled, kissing his fingertip then darting your tongue over it. Jijel ripped his hand back, glaring at you for doing such a thing.

“I want to,” you murmured. “I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

He gazed at you in disbelief but then he huffed and took your hand. “Not here for cripe’s sake.” He took you off the bridge and away from the lights.

There was a small path off the bridge that was a scenic walk. There were small lights dotting the pathway so you could see some. Jijel took you down this path until you came to a picnic area which was completely empty. Only one of the lamps there was working, so the ambience and the sound of the river was so romantic in your head.

“You can’t just say those things to me so boldly,” he huffed. “Give me a second.” He paced in front of the table you sat at for a while.

“Sorry, it's been building for so long I couldn’t stop it. Plus that kiss-” You touched your lips with a big grin upon your face. “It was so good.”

Jijel snarled something under his breath as he stopped. “What happened to that guy you were telling me about?”

You shrugged. “He didn’t wait for me to get inside my place, just drove off. So I ghosted him. He’d already shown one red flag. I wasn’t waiting around for a third.”

“Well...fine,” he huffed. “Okay but-”

“No buts, unless you want me to grope yours.” You held back your laughter but you snicker and snort.

“Hey!” He snapped. “Look Im not used to this, okay?”

You stood up from the picnic table and approached him. You placed your palms upon his chest. “Then sit down, let me help you relax.” You stroked your hands down to his big belly then took hold of the button at the top of his pants.

Jijel snatched your hand up. “You’re going to give me a stroke.”

“No. But stroking is involved,” you tease. “Big guy like you, I might have to use both hands,” you giggled.

“You’re serious,” he growled.

“I am,” you insisted. “And I want to show you how serious I am! I think you’re amazing, and I want to climb you like a monkey climbs trees!”

Jijel went silent. He gulped and dropped your hand. “What for?”

You unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. “Because I want to. No one makes me laugh as much as you do, and no one makes me feel all warm and fuzzy like you do either.” You grabbed him gently through his boxers. “All of that makes me want you.”

Jijel’s hands grasped your shoulders and he moaned into your ear. “You’re crazy.”

“For you maybe.” You stood on tiptoe to kiss him. You licked his lips and nuzzled your cheek to his tusks. “Fuck, you really are big.”

Jijel jerked from your touch and took a few steps back. “Wait a second. Wait...wait-” He panted. “What exactly are you going to do?”

“Sit down,” you coaxed him. “I just want to make you feel very, very good.”

“How?” Jijel stumbled over to the picnic table, taking a seat on the tabletop while you knelt down upon the bench. Jijel put his hand over his belly, trying to hide it as his shirt rode up.

“Well, let me see what you’ve got.” You tugged down his pants and boxers and his thick cock flopped out before you. You took him into your hand where his pounding pulse and heat traveled through our fingertips and down to your belly. “You’re barely hard and you’re already this big.” You spit onto his tip and stroke him slowly.

Jijel winced and whined, throwing his head back. “This is crazy-”

“I know.” You lick your other palm and wra it around him. “I knew you’d be impressive, but you’re so fucking hot.”

“No, not that-” he whined.

You kissed the head of his cock, lapping your tongue around the glans until his tip was between your lips. You moaned at how good that felt, like a too big bite of your favorite meal.

Jijel shuddered, groaning in agony and pleasure above you. “Fucking hell,” he whined.

“Is it good? Can I keep going?” You asked.

“Y-yeah,” he trembled.

You smiled and continued your work, licking down his cock and kissing back up. “Jijel,” you moaned. “Oh fuck, Jijel.” You took his fat head into your mouth again, suckling as you tried to take as much of his thickness as possible. When your jaw began to ache you pulled back, strings of spit connecting the glans to your lips and tongue.

You looked up at him again. “You okay up there?”

“That’s enough, stop.” Jijel huffed. “I can’t take anymore.”

You smiled. “That’s the point. I want you to come.”

Jijel shook his head. “Not unless you do too.”

Your eyes widened in awe. Of all the things he could have said, he had to say the sexiest thing imaginable. You stood up on the bench and he placed his big hand around your hip so his fingers kneaded into your ass.

“You don’t have to face me if you want,” he murmured.

You shook your head. “I like looking at you.” You pulled up his shirt and placed your hands upon his bare skin. “I especially want to see you while you’re inside me.”

Jijel snarled and buried his face against your neck. “Stop saying shit like that!”

You laughed and hugged him tight. “I mean it though!”

Jijel’s shaky hands removed your pants, tugging them all the way down. His big fingers then slid between your thighs and he moaned at what he found. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“You did this to me,” you whimpered.

Jijel’s finger rubbed against your wet lips, prodding inside for a moment before he rubbed against your clit. You shivered, holding onto his arms for dear life. You moaned his name, panting it longingly.

“Please, lay down, I can’t wait anymore.”

Jijel swallowed and laid back upon the picnic table. You climbed up on top of him, taking hold of his cock in one hand while balancing against his belly with the other.

“Don’t force yourself-” he pleaded.

You guided his thick cock to your lips, opening up wide for him. You whimpered as you took him, easing down, down, down upon him as you stretched to take him.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Jijel groaned.

You took all of him and grinned in triumph. “You big beast,” you panted. “I’m so happy.”

Jijel reached up, touching your face and brushing your hair away. His big smile spoke volumes, as did the tears falling from his eyes. “Me too.”

You pressed your palms to his chest, riding him slowly at first. He was so big, you weren’t used to him yet. His hands roamed your body, stripping away the last of your clothes. When he found your nipples were pieced he sat up to kiss them and suck them. You whimpered loudly as it was your weak point. Jijel took advantage, biting and suckling upon them until your whole body tremored. You cried out loud and held tight to him, shaking violently to the pleasurable eruption happening inside.

Jijel moaned into your ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

You whimpered, nodding as Jijel placed you in his lap. His warm belly pressed against you and he bounced his hips upwards. Each new thrust made you tremble, and you hugged onto him tightly.

Jijel kept moving his hips, thrusting them so he went upwards inside you. His moans turned to bellows and soon, he erupted like you did. You whimpered against his chest, trembling again with another orgasm. The two of you sat still with labored breath, listening to the sounds of the campsite muffled in the distance.

“I’ve wanted this too,” he whispered into your hair. “Ever since I first met you, I thought I would be so lucky to have a girl even remotely like you. Despite my feelings I never hoped you would-”

You kissed him to silence him. “I’m the lucky one here. No one has ever made me feel this way, let alone give me an orgasm to brag about.”

Jijel ducked his head down. “You keep saying shit like that.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed dreamily. “Can I at least say I have the best boyfriend in the world?”

“Not sure about that but…” Jijel held you tightly in his arms. “I certainly have the best girlfriend there ever was.”

You kissed him lovingly and gazed into his eyes. “Good, because I plan to be.”

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #troll #troll boyfriend #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster fudger #momolady monsters #my writng

[wolfboy88]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

Tagged by @maplefire18 @mmoosen and @ksbbb

Here’s more from the “An Elevated Situation” sequel which is now going by the title “An Entertaining Evening” which I hope to have ready around Valentines Day.

The waitress smirks slyly, her gaze scanning Liam from head to toe, before shifting her attention to Theo. "So, this is the one who's captured your attention. The one you've been sexting with," the brunette teases, causing Liam to choke on his own spit. "Malia was right, he's cute, like a puppy."

"Hey! I'm not a puppy!"

"Fiesty. He’s got bite. Now I understand why you're so infatuated with him," she says with a teasing grin.

"Ally," Theo grumbles as she slides into the booth next to Liam. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you were working tonight."

"Obviously, but when I saw your name in the reservation book, I couldn't resist coming to see who has you going all gaga," she chirps.

"I'm sorry, but what’s happening here? Who are you?" Liam asks, his confusion evident in the absurdity of the situation. Waitstaff aren't meant to join patrons at their table, are they?

The brunette interrupts before Theo can respond. "I'm Allison," she says, turning to face Liam entirely. "I'm Theo's older sister."

"Half-sister," Theo interjects.

"How many sisters do you have?"

"Enough," Theo dryly remarks.

"Three. And a half-brother as well," Allison adds. "But don't worry, Jackson is in London with his boyfriend, so you won't run into him anytime soon."

"I'm sure he'd be less embarrassing than you."

"Don't count on it."

"Are all of you half-siblings?" Liam inquires, perplexed yet intrigued by the intricate family dynamics at play.

"Fortunately," Theo sneers. "Except for Tara."

"Our father was quite a slut back in the day," Allison casually mentions, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and Liam begins to see the uncanny resemblance among them. "He still is, actually. It's probably where my dear brother gets his insatiable sexual appetite from."

Theo's cheeks flush as he growls. "Enough, Ally." Allison simply smiles sweetly.

"Is there anything else I should know about your brother?" Liam asks.

"Ally," Theo warns, but Allison smirks, showcasing yet another family trait.

"Oh, hush, Theodore. Don't be such a party pooper. The boy clearly isn't deterred by your prickly personality and tenacious ways, and that's a miracle in itself."

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