#Butter's writes

[namelessbutters-doodles]

As You Wish, Starlight 18+ Mdni

Characters : Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley.

Pairing : Stardemon

Setting: Early 90's

Au : Marvel Kind of.

Summary: Minutes of awkwardness pass till Gene spoke up.

''There's something i need to ask you and i was hoping you could help.''

''What is it? Paul asked, wondering what it was.

''Since everything has changed, and i mean everything. i was wondering if i can test my body on you. See how it functions, see if i still got it.'' Gene smirked. ''Also to get rid of some disturbance from it.''

Paul couldn't believe Gene was asking, After being Gone for a whole month and finally coming back to him in the dead of morning, scaring him then explaining everything to him. Gene asks that!?!

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⚠️Warnings: Monster fucking, Nudity, Spanking, oral sex, Anal sex, Belly bulge, Fluids, Heat, Gentle/Rough sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding kink, Cum Inflation etc. Ask to tag.

Positions that are used: 69, cowgirl and finally the mating press~

ALSOOnA03NOW!

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It was a dark and stormy rainy night in Los Angeles, Wind almost taking down Trees or cars at 100 miles per hour. Raining soo much that it was even difficult to see out thru windows, which there was a travel advisory.

People were advised to stay in, which some didn't take kindly too. Thundering loudly like there was a volcano erupting. Los Angeles was terrifying place to be in right now, Especially at night like this where things could happen without control.

Certain creatures of the night can come out to cause havoc or even do...dirty things.

Which leads us to Paul Stanley who's all Alone in his Apartment, In the kitchen making a snack. Having the radio on, to listen what was going on since the tv lost signal due to a lightning strike. The rain was almost strong enough you couldn't really hear the radio, so he turned it up.

The door and windows were locked and shut tightly, the only thing that was lighting the room up a little was a candle on the counter while the snack was being made.

Pieces of cheese, cantaloupe, lettuce, etc. Were being placed in the bowl neatly, it looked like a fancy platter of food made for more than one people if one was having a party but they were not. They just couldn't sleep and there stomach was growling.

So walking down the stairs with the candle while thundering was truly a experience for him. Nearly almost tripping down the stairs from a nail that was not fully in, if he had fallen the apartment would have caught fire.

It was quite scary but he was used to it. The only sounds that he was hearing were the hard rain against the window to his left, loud thundering and the radio beside him talking about what's going on out there.

He hummed a fine tune while cutting pieces of fruit and taking little sips from his drink to keep him hydrated. It was very late to eat, in fact it was 1 am almost to 2 am. Knowing he shouldn't eat at this time but his stomach told a different story.

''More news reports of a strange figure jumping from building to buildings skyrocketed tonight, People are speculating it's a monster or Alien some kind. Red, White, and Black they say. It was last seen nea-'' Paul turned the radio down, not wanting to hear it. He didn't want to hear anything creepy or strange tonight.

It was already bad enough being alone at night, where the only thing that gave him comfort and safety was a candle, locked windows and doors. He didn't want to think about some strange being going around. He doesn't want that in his thoughts.

Especially when he couldn't even get a hold of a certain someone for months now. And that certain someone was none other than, Holly wood biggest star. Gene Simmons.

Gene Simmons, or just Gene was frankly nowhere to be seen or heard. Paul thought he was on some business trip or filming a movie just for a few days but then it turned into months after. The last time he seen Gene was when he awakened from being in a coma after 2 or 1 weeks, Paul couldn't remember due to being so worried and scared for him. Thinking of the worst, was he dying? Paul wondered, if so then would the doctors tell him? would Gene even tell him?

When Gene awoke from the coma, Paul embraced him in the bed. sobbing and telling him things only meant for him. Gene acknowledged him for a little, Then started to act entirely different after. Paul wanted him to stay in the hospital for more tests and observations but Gene refused.

Once Gene got discharged, he left without a word. Paul ran after him. Finally, catching up to him by a Fountain while the sun was setting.

Paul can remember the conversation clear as day.

(Gene, just stop! You should be resting right now!)

(i'm fine Paul, no need to worry.)

(You were in a coma! You fainted in front of me! I have to be worry!)

Paul remembered Gene wouldn't turned around when he was talking. He didn't know if Gene was listening to him all he was doing just standing and saying cryptic things.

(Are you sick? Dying? Injured? Gene please tell me!)

(....I don't know...)

(You don't know? What do you mean?)

Paul sliced some fruit in half without watching, frowning. Gene wouldn't tell him what was wrong, he was dodging each time.

(is it about me?)

(No, Absolutely not.)

(Then what is it? He asked walking up to Gene, standing behind him)

(....)

(You can tell me anything.)

(I Know.)

(Then why? Why are being so...secretive all of a sudden?)

(I just--sighs--Have to figure some things out.)

(About What? Paul hand drifted to Gene's hand and then holding it, causing Gene to flinch his hand away)

Paul sliced the fruit again but this time he got his finger.

''shit!'' He swore, dropping the knife onto the cutting board, clutching his hand. Boy it burned and stung.

(Ge-)

Paul looked to see what the damage was, it was bleeding a little but it hurt. He looked around to see any medical supplies nearby, there wasn't. So he head to the bathroom, opening up the cabinet. Looking and...

''Ah! There you are!'' Paul said, Spotting the hydrogen peroxide along with band-aids and cotton balls.

He grabbed the bottle.

(Look, there's something I need to do....By Myself.)

(....)

(Without you...)

''Without you'', the words repeated in Paul's head like a mantra. When he heard those words, it hurt him. Wither, it wasn't supposed to or not it did. After that, Gene left Paul spiraling. Spiraling about everything.

He worried about his Relationship more with him since that happened, was Gene done with him and found someone else he can be with and bring everywhere. Did he become too needy without knowing or too busy with his band as of late.

Paul thought long and hard about it, maybe Gene needed some space. Maybe that's what they both needed, time away from....each other.

He wiped the wound, cleaning it. Grimacing.

During the days that passed, Paul focused on himself a little. Trying to come up a with a few songs in fact, visit friends and family plus see the new predator 2 movie.

He wasn't really into horror and sci-fi movies that much but something about a movie that's a about aliens interests him. He didn't know what it was, but sometimes he'll cheer silently when the alien comes on screen or his heart will race causing him to blush.

It was unnatural, to cheer for Aliens and not for the hero's. Yet, he couldn't help it.

He had dreams after, wet dreams. Of a alien or monster just coming to earth and taking him. Teasing or being downright dirty to him. When it was getting to the ultimate climax, he would awake. Becoming frustrated and annoyed.

That was another thing, his orgasms. Since Gene left, He had a hard time orgasming no matter what he did. He tried going out with people but he opted out each time, tried masturbating or using a toy it didn't work.

Nothing worked...

Without Him.

He bandaged the wound, closing the cabinet. He stared at himself in the mirror.

After the few days had passed, He decided to try and call up Gene on his landline. He called and nobody answered except the recording, Oh looks like he's busy, Paul thought at the time. Deciding he'll just call later or tomorrow.

so he waited and called the next, no answer. waited again, no answer. He repeated this again till he went to Gene's house looking for him, Gene maid showed up and told him he's not home.

He then asks her when he'll be Home and she didn't know. Leaving Paul even more worry and concern.

Didn't he go home after the hospital if not then were could he had gone? He started to asks people around and some from the Hollywood side thinking Gene was secretly filming a movie but they said the same thing, other's had said.

(Gene's not here)

(I haven't seen him since he was hanging out with tim curry)

(oh he's still with you)

and much more, Paul even went to Gene's ex. Who was still on good terms with them both but will give some snarky remarks on the side.

(I Haven't seen him, since the little deer took him and changed him)

He got pissed at that, it's not his fault they broke up.

Over all, Paul got exhausted from looking for Gene and went home, Deciding to just move on with his life and if Gene ever pops up ever again, Hopefully alive. He'll be Happy and Hugging him.

For Now, He'll focus on himself.

Paul sighed. leaving the bathroom, turning the light off. He entered the kitchen. Everything was normal, till he saw the tv was on.

Strange, he thought. When did the tv go back on? Paul looked for the remote, it was on the news from he could tell saying :

''There's been 40% increase of people going missing, statistics have shown it's mainly people in poor areas-''

Paul found the Remote and just before he could turn the tv off, it said : ''the people who have been missing since late last night are Mark st. John, Vinnie Vincent and E-'' He Turned the tv off.

''Vinnie's missing?'' Paul said quietly, just as he said that he heard a thud.

He looked and the cutting board was on the floor along with his food. What the?, He thought. Paul went and tried to clean it up till he noticed a slight breeze coming in to his right.

He turned, the windows was open letting rain coming, he ran to the window trying to close it getting wet in the process. It was tough to close but he managed to do it, he let out a breath. ''Creepy..'' He said, Then noticing puddles of water on his rug.

''Okay....'' Becoming a little uneasy right now. Paul went to go grabbed the rug till he felt something dripped. He looked up slowly, The celling was wet and he could scratch marks, that freaked him out completely.

Paul Looked around more as he heard strange sounds, even growling noises and some scratching. It smelled Funky too.

He backed up slowly near the kitchen counter, He turned around. Holding his head in his hands trying to calm down. is it robber? He thought. Or a serial killer?

He was not prepared for a situation like this but who knows in the times he was living in now. He could fight back but that would be a bad decision, he could hide but that would take ages to find a hiding spot. The killer would probably look more than they do in movies.

Paul Let out a deep breath, whatever it was. It's probably small and not dangerous, he thought. to help calm himself. He breathed in and out. A technique that always helped in times like these.

''That feels better.'' He whispered. Feeling a lot better.

He turned around and...bumped into someone.

Paul trembled, His hands touching something. He flicked his hand away and turned around quickly. Scared as shit now. It was directly close, hovering above him. Breathing.

It was pressing against him too close, Paul's eyes glanced behind. It looked horrifying! Were those spikes!?! his back became wet with water. That thing came into apartment through the window!!

Before Paul could do or say anything-

A large hand came out from the shadows covering Paul's mouth.

''Don't Scream.''

The shadowy figure spoke in deep voice, Paul could literally feel him directly behind him. Paul was scared out of his mind, Panicking. if he moved was it going to hurt him or kill him.

His heart was racing out of his chest.

''You don't know me but i do know you, Paul.'' it said.

How da fuck it knows my name!?!?, Paul thought. Now becoming more petrified than ever. Was this a prank? No it can't be! Was it someone he knew!?! A lot of things ran through Paul's head, trying to think of a sane thought. But no matter what they came out with negativity.

''Look at me, I won't hurt you.''

He didn't want to, god he didn't want to. Too afraid to move, what if it bites his head or something worse.

''Look at me.''

Just as the being was tilting Paul's chin to make him look, But in a blink of a eye. Paul grabbed a Nearby object, with all his might. Bashed the creature's face in making the creature lose his holding on Paul's mouth.

Lightening striked!

''HOW THE FUCK YOU KNOW MY NAME!?!?'' He yelled, Running and Getting onto the stairs. Hyperventilating, Putting up whatever up he had in his hands. Putting a little brave face on.

The Creature groaned in pain, holding it's head. Stumbling.

''ANSWER ME!!''

''Pau-'' It's voice was shaking in two voices. the creature started walking to him, stumbling around still.

''STAY BACK!!! OR I'LL-'' Paul looks down at the object. ''HIT YOU WITH THIS FRYING PAN AGAIN!!!'' He yelled.

''It's me!'' The creature got in front of Paul now, Paul raises the frying pan and gets ready to hit it.

''I DON'T KNOW YOU!!!''

''STARLIGHT, IT'S ME GENE!!!''

Just as he swings, lightening struck loudly causing lights to flash all over the room, glass breaking. The Creature shows bits of himself Revealing who they are finally and it's....

Gene.

''Gene!?!''

The Frying pan flies out of Paul's hands, Nearly missing Gene's forehead by a inch and instead hits the wall behind. Lodging itself in, the wall cracked.

''Gene?''

The lights stay on, Paul fully seeing Gene now. Gene was rubbing his head and panting. He looked the same but different this time, he was wearing a orange turtleneck, Blue jeans and Black boots. His hair had grown longer than last time and he was sporting a beard too. He looked taller as well.

Paul stood there, frozen.

''my head...'' Gene groaned, never expecting to be hit like that in his life. Not from Paul too in fact, He thought he was going to faint or be concussed.

To be Honest, he deserved it. He thought it would be funny to scare him but it wasn't. It was raining and thundering, also....he was different now, he should of tried a different approach.

Either way, He's very Happy to see Paul again.

''I gotta say..'' Gene goes, laughing a little to distract him from the pain and the situation. ''You should tried out for baseball Paulie, cause that was a outstanding hit~!'' He Laughed.

Paul sniffled.

''Who knows may-ooof!''

Paul launches at him, embracing him making him lose his footing landing on the hard floor. Paul was rambling hysterically to him, hugging him tight.

Asking him questions so fast, Gene couldn't follow.

''wherehaveyoubeen!areyouokay?!?!?icalledyoumanytimes!?!?noonewouldanswerme!'' and so on.

Gene tried to answer each of them but couldn't, cause Paul ask right after the other. It was getting tiring and annoying.

''didyou-'' Gene muffled him.

''if i answered your questions and tell you everything from the day i left the hospital and before I enter, would that help you? Would that make you feel better? Just nod or shake your head.''

Paul stares at him, then nods.

''Ok.'' He takes his hand off Paul's mouth, Paul hugs tighter. Hearing Gene's heartbeat.

''I Missed you.''

Gene eyes light up, he hugs Paul back.

''I Missed you too.''

Gene sat him down and explained everything to him over a course of a hour, answering his questions. Telling him what happened, His journey he went on, the things he encountered while on it. Experiencing things that were abnormal and even revealing he ate things no human should even eat.

He didn't know Paul actually believed him or not, but he hoped he was cause if not he was going to scream. It's was a tough trip to get here from wherever he was to Los Angeles.

He told him how his body changed, how he was stronger and how much energy he has. Paul covered his nose, from the smell.

''Is that what i smell earlier?'' Paul said. shifting a little

Gene nodded and Continued on with his story, Finally revealing that there was a alien inside of him and ending the story with how the creature and him are now one.

''So in conclusion, this thing inside me is staying and that's all.''

Gene saw the Worry and Panic look on Paul's face.

''It's not hurting me, it's just let's me know when it's hungry or speak it's mind.''

''IT CAN TALK1?!?''

''Paul, lower your voice. it can hear you. And see you.''

''Lower my voice?!?'' Paul stammered all over the place, trying to comparand everything gene has told him. A alien inhabited Gene and is using him when needed, when he needs to eat or something. Plus he couldn't believe that monster was Gene earlier. It looked nothing liked him.

Also, he went to outer space!?! Hung out with some other aliens and saved a planet from certain doom!?! Da fuck!?! He met a guy, named silver surfer.

''Please tell me your actually joking...is this your new acting style?'' Paul groaned, sliding his fingers through his hair.

''Unfortunately no, This is actual real.''

Paul flopped backwards onto the couch.

''This is too much, even for me.''

''It was too much for me at first but i got use to it.'' Gene said, Leaning back against the couch.

Silenced fill the Room, the rain hit against the window more. Paul watched the ceiling fan as Gene looked down at the table.

''is it hurting you?'' Paul asked.

''It was at first then when it and i bonded, it stopped. we were now one. The only thing that bother me was i had to change my diet, i was happy that i grew taller.''

''Yeah, you were hovering above me.'' Paul chuckled, then going wide eyed. ''When you say, your diet has changed. What do you mean by that?''

''...''

''Ge-.''

''You don't want to know, you definitely don't want to know.''

''i-ok then.''

Minutes of awkwardness pass till Gene spoke up.

''There's something i need to ask you and i was hoping you could help.''

''What is it? Paul asked, wondering what it was.

''Since everything has changed, and i mean everything. i was wondering if i can test my body on you. See how it functions, see if i still got it.'' Gene smirked. ''Also to get rid of some disturbance from it.''

Paul couldn't believe Gene was asking, After being Gone for a whole month and finally coming back to him in the dead of morning, scaring him then explaining everything to him. Gene asks that!?!

He expected it but not like this. Not after the whole debacle, Paul crossed his arms. Thinking about it.

''I can literally smell the stress on you, have you been taking care of your self?''

''Yeah.''

''Taking a shower?''

''Yeah.''

''Eating?''

Paul nods.

It was silent after, just them both staring at the ceiling.

''If your not up for it, then i-''

''How badly do you want me?'' Paul asked, smiling a little.

''W-''

''I said, how bad you want me?''

Gene looked at him.

''Answer me, My Demon~''

Gene heart raced.

''Badly enough that i've been humping pillows, imagining it was you. Screaming my name. Ejaculating into some objects, sweating at just the thought of wearing one my shirts only and fucking you on the kitchen counter.''

''And~'' Paul touches Gene crotch.

''Fucking your mouth till you can't swallow, Tearing all of your clothes off till you are bare.''

Paul shivered.

''An-''

''Making out with you while i fuck you into the bedframe till it breaks.''

Paul moans, rubbing his hand on Gene's crotch.

''Now?'' Gene asks.

''Now!''

Gene picks up Paul bridal style.

''Upstairs?''

''Upstairs.''

And Upstairs they go, stairs creaking each time Gene went up. Paul was going to finally have Gene and Maybe...

One but two surprises as well.

XxXxXx

Paul was thrown on the bed, While Gene Marched towards him transforming into the Monstrous being that Paul saw moments ago in the kitchen. It was Horrifying but Infatuating at the same time, seeing Gene just transformed with no problem at all just did something to Paul. The little black tendril like veins forming on skin changing it's structure.

Eyes going white with red and black forming around it resembling makeup they used when preforming, Teeth that was once normal now it look like it could bite someone's head off. Hands that were small now enlarged with long claws that can destroy anything or anyone. Body was a mixture of mostly black it seems.

The tongue. Ohhh that tongue, was longer than before making Paul face red as Raunchy thoughts began to seep in. How long is that tongue now? Would it be able to farther than before? What about those fingers, those nails would surely make him bleed. As the thoughts were going rampant in his head, Paul then noticed a new detail.

''Like what's you see~?'' Gene smirks, His voice was now different. Deep and Husky sounding. Gene now stood before Paul hovering over him snapping him out of his dirty mind. He now see's that the transformation is complete.

Gene looked like a actual demon now.

''U-um...'' Paul stammers, he looks down and see's not one but two big fat cocks. He didn't know what to say too distracted by what he see's.

It Freaked him out honestly, it did. But he was willing to help gene out with this since he agreed. Paul hadn't had sex or masturbated in months due to a grueling schedule and he needed a stress relief session badly, so this would probably help him a lot.

''It's eh...Nice..I guess.''

''Nice, what do yo-''

''I mean uh....wow.''

''Paul....''

''What?''

''Wow....really?''

''I'm not fucking use to seeing someone with two dicks and looking like the Alien!'' Paul exclaims. ''This is new to me!''

''This is new to me too! Asking someone to help me, it's embarrassing. Your the only one I can trust with this!''

Paul eyes widen.

''You...trust me?''

''Of course, why wouldn't I?''

Paul didn't know what to say or think at that. Gene was the only one who always helped when things were bad, he was there when the band broken up only leaving the both of them to pick up the pieces and start over. He was there when Paul got surgery for his ear, He payed it out of pocket for him.

When they started a new band, Starting to get famous and all. Gene stuck around for a while till he had to go work on movies Leaving Paul all alone. Paul Hated it, but was happy for his friend when the movies made him successful like him and they could finally hang out without problems hanging over them.

Gene trusted Paul and Paul trusted Gene, Making there Relationship blossom through the years. Strengthening there bond with each other through the toughest of times.

Paul showed Gene his most vulnerable self, then why can't Gene do the same?

Paul looked at Gene who was still standing before him, embarrassed and looking away from Him.

Paul sighs.

''I'm sorry, Gene.''

Gene looks back at him.

''It's just this is very different from what we usually do and I'm not sure how to process it.''

''if you don't want to do it, that's tot-''

''No. I agreed to this. the only way you and me can do this, is to process it together. No matter how-.'' He looks up and down. ''-freaky it is.''

''No matter how freaky it is, huh?'' Gene repeated.

''Yeah...''

''.....''

''How do you want to do this then?''

''I don't know, but let's start out slowly. See where it takes us.'' Paul puts his hand on Gene's thigh, it felt weird to feel the skin being so smooth and a little scaly. He looks into Gene's Eyes. ''Ok?''

Gene looks at Paul for a small amount time then puts his hand on Paul's as well.

''Ok.''

Clothing was taken off, piece by piece. Leaving Paul Naked as Gene left light touches as he go not wanting to hurt Nor scratch him. He felt Paul up as he went. Touching his sides lightly, Putting his hand between his thighs hearing Paul gasp when a nail touched his groin.

Gliding across his back, giving him a cold chill. All the way down, Towards Paul plump ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his nails going into the soft skin. Paul moaned, Feeling both odd and new sensations.

''You good?'' Gene asked, squeezing Paul's ass more. Paul wraps his arms around Gene's neck, Hiding his face.

''Y-Yeah..It feels different...'' Paul muttered, Face going red.

''How different?'' He asked, pulling Paul's cheeks apart. Seeing his hole, he slides his hand between them. His fingers were near the entrance, without a thought his finger entered Paul.

Paul breath hitches, getting a shock from the finger that had entered him. Feeling the Long nail against his fleshy walls, Gene's finger is bigger than before. Gene doesn't move his finger, letting it stay still so Paul can get use to it.

''How different is it?'' Gene asks again, feeling Paul shiver against him and hearing the small breaths he's doing.

''Very different...'' Paul answered, brushing his hand over his face. Sniffling. ''So fucking different, My god.'' He whimpered. ''I feel so sensitive now...'' Voice becoming shaky.

''is it because...I'm This?''

Paul tears his face away from Gene's neck, Facing him directly now. He's sweating profusely and face completely red like a tomato, he's breathing heavily.

''Yeah...and Your smell. Fuck your smell...

I Shouldn't have sniffed you.''

''Do i smell bad?''

''Not all all...''

''Then wh-''

''It's so strong now, Stronger than before.'' Paul cuts him off, The pheromones that were once small now was Radiating off from Gene like Some exotic perfume that's rare. Surprisingly, Gene didn't even notice anything off about the smell due to being use to it for a couple months. But, now he see's the full effect of it and how it's making Paul act.

Paul was rubbing his cock against him, it was more like humping. Very desperate, like. Paul was leaving small kisses on his neck and shoulders. Whining a little, precum was coming out already.

Gene only touched him lightly and put only one finger inside of him, he expected Paul to be a little undone but not like this. Completely shivering and whining like a bitch in heat.

Now he knows what his scent do to people now.

''G-G-Gene!'' Paul yelled, snapping Gene out of his thoughts.

''Hmm?''

''I Need You! He cried, Pushing Gene down onto the bed. The bed creaked a little, but he didn't care. Sweat was dripping off him. ''Badly! PLEASE!!!!'' He howled, humping Gene more now.

''How badly~?'' Gene cooed, Enjoying the way Paul was becoming already before him. It entertained him, seeing the singer who's considered to be Shy to everyone now being not so shy now about anything. He loved it.

''FUCKING BAD! PLEASE!'' Paul Yelled, loud enough for his upstairs neighbors to hear. His eyes getting all glossy.

''Till you can't walk? Or can't even think about anyone but me?'' Gene Taunted, Growling. His hand grabbing Paul's hair wrapping it around his fist tightly.

''Till you are full of my cum letting it leak down your legs showing everyone who claimed and ruined you?!?!'' He yanked Paul's hair.

''YES!''

''How about Covering you in it, like the filthy slut you are!'' He yanks it again but harder.

''YES!!!''

''USING YOU LIKE A FLESHLIGHT TILL I FUCKING BREAK YOU!?!?'' He growled ferociously.

''ANYTHING! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!!

Gene chuckles, Yanking Paul towards him by his hair. Opening his mouth, letting that long tongue out. Licking Paul's face all over, wet with saliva. Almost letting it go into his mouth by kissing and nibbling on his lips.

They Make out, deepening there kiss. He pushes bits of his tongue in Paul's Mouth teasing him for what's to come later. Paul pushes back but Gene pushes harder.

In the end, they pulled away for air.

''As You Wish, Starlight.''

Minutes what feels like hours pass, Gene lays on his back using his arms as a pillow. Grunting and Moaning, from the pleasure that Paul is attempting to give him. He watches Paul go down on him, trying to deep throat but couldn't due to how big the cocks were.

He watch his mouth half way down almost to the middle each down than back up again. Slurping noises were heard each time he sucked the tip, Rubbing the other one, as he goes. Lips swollen already from how hard he was sucking. He was even rubbing his face on it, from time to time relishing in it's musky scent.

He knew Paul didn't have a gag reflex from experiences but this was different.

For Paul and Even For Him.

He didn't want to push Paul hard down on it, he didn't want to hurt or possibly injured him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he ever did.

He sighs. Placing his hand on Paul's hair, gently stroking and petting him. Encouraging him to suck more. Paul starts to suck more on the other leaving small kisses on it, Gene see's that Paul is wearing lipstick plus mascara. That turns him on more.

Seeing the lipsticks marks and mascara smears on the other that Paul was sucking on before he went to the other more clearly now. ''Goddamn...'' Gene whispered, Tightening his grip on Paul's hair.

He started to wonder about Paul, How was he doing during all these months. When he was all alone, did he get into any relationship or fuck anyone? They were exclusive, but yet he thinks Paul wanted to be in a relationship strictly with him. Both of them didn't get jealous when they slept with other people or dated them, it's just that Paul acted weirdly about it sometimes. Gene acted fine with it but he had to admit he did get territorial when Paul was with the strangest people that Gene thought were shady.

He couldn't forget it when Donna or couple of other women and men broke Paul's heart. it was such a awful to sight see him depressed and even worse when he stopped eating at some points when he was soo down. Gene comforted Paul everyday, taking breaks from filming movies to go see and hang out with to help him feel better. Bringing him some stuff from movie sets that he totally didn't steal to sleeping together.

When Paul was getting better and more stable, Gene took him out on some occasions taking him to places he could afford like his favorite restaurant and even shopping too. When he saw Paul smiled for the first time in a while, he swore his heart skipped a beat. The pure joy on his face, it made that day special.

''Sooo...good.'' Paul muttered.

Gene twitched, he glanced down. Paul took two of his cocks and started to lick the tips of it. He was licking them like it was ice cream, like he was a already a pro at it. Paul rubbed them both together as he licked more, unhinging his jaw a bit. Fuck, Gene thought. Isn't that bothering him? Would it be sore tomorrow? Would he be able to even fuck Paul? That worried him.

''Be careful.''

''I Will, don't worry.'' Paul said, reassuring gene. Flipping his hair around so it wouldn't be in the way when he licked. Gene moved some strands behind Paul's ear.

Paul went back to working on him, stroking the base of the cocks whilst continuing to lick the tips.

Gene also wondered about the symbiote inside him, Gene was in control most of the time but when he was hungry it was a completely different story. When the hunger came, the Alien being came to life. It's quiet most of the time, but when it awakens and it talks to him inside his head or comes out of him it's frightening. He truly doesn't want to kill anyone but if he doesn't his organs will shut down causing the symbiote possibly even him to die, he didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave thousands of fans and Paul. Mostly Paul. Paul was Mainly on his mind.

How could one simple thing change everything he knows and function after like everything was normal?

One day everything was normal then the next everything was hell. He went to go film some scenes, see's his mother, do some business to stopping his car at night in front of what he thought was a wounded person turned to be a whole other being that instantly went inside and changed him into what he is now.

It was hell days after, Night sweats. Couldn't breath sometimes, Pain shooting out suddenly, weird cravings, Coughing violently and so much more that he almost went to the hospital but decided against it multiple times till he fainted one day in front of Paul. Paul took him to the hospital quickly when that happened, not wanting to wait on 911. 911 would have taken too long.

When he was taken to a emergency room due to dehydration and high fever, Eventually going to a coma. When being in the coma, it was total darkness. Gene felt like he was floating or sometimes walking in the dark, He also felt strange like there was someone else in there with him. Just waiting on the right moment to appeared.

Then it Happened.

His body felt different, it changed. His heart and everything else stopped. It was like dying but he felt alive at the same time, he didn't see any anything all he did see was a shadowy figure standing before him then touching his forehead and boom.

He Awoke.

Awakening to his heart beating on the monitor, the doctors talking between each other loudly he could so called remembered and a totally distraught ridden Paul sobbing and hugging him. Holding him tightly as Gene looked around, examining his surroundings as if something was off and it turned out there was.

He was Reborn.

He felt Energized, Smarter, Healthier than he had in years. It was unbelievable, He felt like he could take on everything now and Maybe...just maybe the who-

''gene....'' Paul croaked, snapping Gene out of his thoughts completely. Paul laid his head between the cocks, Lips were big and swollen. smudges of lipstick and Mascara were all over his face, his hair messy. Eyes hazy, lips frowning. ''I can't keep doing this...My mouth...I can only do so much with it.''

''Want me to fuck you now?''

''mhmh...'' He nods.

''I Still Gotta prep you, Paulie.''

Paul whined, letting his face fall completely and started silently screaming plus complaining which Gene found funny, Laughing.

''It's not funny...''

''It Kinda is.''

....

After that Transition, Gene gently grabbed Paul by the legs and change there positions bending Him a little bit. Almost like 69. Holding Paul by the thighs, Paul grabbed onto Gene legs as hard as he could.

''Are you going to finger me?''

''Nope, even better.'' Gene smirked, ''I'm going to use my tongue on you.'' Flicking out his long tongue at Paul who was having a hard time seeing it making Gene chuckle. ''It might feel different than before, So be ready.''

''I'm always, ready.''

''Not everyone always ready, starlight. Not everyone.''

Getting comfortable in the position they were in now, Paul gave him the thumbs up and Gene went to town. Paul immediately jolted from the tongue, licking his insides. The Tongue wiggled inside, Touching his walls. Holding his breath each time, he felt sharp teeth graze his skin.

Gene swirl his tongue around, almost pushing Paul's hole directly closer to his mouth. Paul Moaned, Shaking from the intense pleasure that was happening to him. His muscles tightened. Paul tasted amazing, so fucking delicious! It's been so long since Gene ate him out. He doesn't know if it because of the change or they haven't fucked in months, otherwise he doesn't care.

It Drove him insane, hearing Paul scream and cry out. Asking for more. His screaming was like heaven to his ears. The tongue flicked against Paul's prostate quickly enough sending jolts throughout his body. Gene lifted him up more, completely off the bed.

''Ge-OOHHHH!'' Paul cried.

Gene wrapped Paul's leg around his head, diving in more into him. Paul couldn't hold onto anything, all he could do is dangle in the air and Moan loudly.

Tongue went deeper and deeper enough to cause Paul's belly to peak out a bit, thrusting in and out more harshly. Paul swore and babble to the point he didn't even know what he was saying.

Violent heat spread all over his withering body, Fingers and toes tingle, Head trashing around into nothingness. It's coming, oh it's coming. Arousal rising and rising. Paul can feel his climax coming closer. It's been months, Paul thought. Finally he can cum, finally he doesn't have to use his fingers or some object to satisfy him. Finally, Gene's here to fuck him, hold him and love him. He missed him soo much, it was awful!

Finally Gene can give him a Orgasm, Paul desperately deserves and craves. The orgasm only Gene can give him and nobody els-

Gene stopped.

Fully putting Paul's climax to a screeching halt, dropping him onto the bed like he was a rag doll.

''What the-!?!'' Lifting himself up, Paul turns around. Couldn't believe that Gene stopped of all sudden, denying him his sweet release he craved so much. ''Why did you stop!?!?'' He angrily asked.

Licking his lips across his teeth sensually, Gene laughs deviously. Which scared Paul a little.

''You were becoming too good, Baby. Soo fucking good, I Almost bit you.''

''But why did yo-.''

''I didn't want to hurt you~.''

''But i was almost there!'' Paul whined.

''I don't want you to lose a ass cheek, Paul. We can't have that now can't we? Just imagine going to the hospital, the doctors asking you what happened and what do you say?'' He chuckled. ''Plus your wet enough for me to slide into you.''

''I-'' Paul was about to say something but decided against it. He honestly didn't know what he'll say to the doctors if that happen, what was he's going to say anyway? That a 7 or 8ft alien who was actually a human bit his ass off while getting eaten out, they'll look at him like he was crazy plus it would be fucking embarrassing.

''I don't know...But still you should of let me cum. It's been hard these past months trying to make myself...without you y'know.'' Paul Pouted, mumbling the last part hoping Gene didn't hear him, but he did. Gene looked at him, It confirmed what he had wondered earlier.

Paul actually needed him, needed this. Badly it seems.

''Hey...'' He goes, Paul looks up at him. ''At least I'm here now.'' lifting Paul's chin up, Looking into his eyes. ''To help satisfy you, Starlight. And...''

He Grabs Paul's Ass, feeling him up. Paul blushed.

''Give you the Best the pounding of your life~'' He said, Spanking Paul's ass making him yelp. Then giving him a forehead kiss. ''How does that sound?''

Paul leans into him, Smiling a little.

''Enlightening~.''

Gene fixed his position, Laying against the headboard this time. He heard the bed creak again clearly this time. ''You know, you should really think about getting a new bed. It sounds lik-OH!'' He grunted, Looking down at Paul who was now sliding down onto the first cock carefully as he could. He was halfway down.

He watched the little breathy moans and the slight shivers Paul gave, Paul fell onto Gene's stomach whimpering. ''F-Fuck...'' digging his nails into Him.

''Yo-''

''Don't...'' Paul muttered, Trying to focus. The cock was stretching him, due to how much Gene prepped him. it sent little bits of pain through to him. ''I c-can do this....'' He looks up to Gene, shaking. ''You've done enough for me so far...''

Gene doesn't say a word, nothing. Letting Paul continue on.

Paul slide completely down, taking the whole cock in. He wailed, sagging backwards a little. Gene stared at him In shock, Paul took the whole cock in. Sweat running down his body, his hair all over the place, little whines and also....his stomach. Gene became heated, seeing Paul's stomach. It looked like Paul was pre-.

''Gene do it now!''

''Huh?''

''Fuck me! Move or do something! Please Just fuck me! Paul cried, his voice wavering, shaking more.

And On cue, lightening struck as Gene started to bounce Paul on his dick. Paul rode him as much as he could, feeling the cock hit his prostate.

''You feel so gooood!'' Paul moaned, bouncing more and more. Sobbing. His chest started to bounce along with him, so was some belly fat too.

Gene drooled at the sight of it, Never in his life expecting to see a man with a chest like that do that. He even watched the belly flap too, it was odd to get aroused at that but he didn't care.

His hand reached out on it's own before he can think, it was like it had a mind of it's own. His hand grabbed Paul's chest and started it to squeeze it.

''G-G-Gene!! What're yo-Ah!

The hand squeezed and pinch Paul's nipples, digging into them violently. He panted.

''What big tits you have, Starlight.'' Gene teased, pushing the chest together. Pushing his face into them, licking and sucking them. He pushed his hips up, thrusting up into Paul. ''I swear with tits like these, you could make milk. Sweet and salty Milk, I could drink from you like a god~.''

Paul too distracted from getting fucked, blushed hard and went wide eyed. Not ever hearing Gene say something like that before. Sure, they dirty talk before but this was new.

''Gene, what are yo-'' he cuts him off, ramming up into him. Going closer and bringing his hand to his stomach.

''Just Imagine, Your stomach swelling up my seed till you can't take it. Fucking you until you are baring my child. Your tits would swell till you are leaking with such substance, That I only would drink from you.''

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing, He knew couldn't get pregnant but this was a whole new level. Milk, His tits, Pregnancy!?!? What was he going about? And why was it working?

He wanted to ask questions right then and there, but decided against it. He'll just ask Gene about it later.

Paul rocked himself back and forth now, Slamming his ass down more onto the cock. Gene growled and grunted, squeezing Paul's chest and Spanking his ass more till it was raw.

It was getting more hot, intense, sweaty.

Paul gripped onto gene, slamming and smashing more. He Knew for sure he wouldn't be able to walk tomorro- probably a week. The Climax was coming into him, he can feel it. The more he slammed it down in him, against his prostate. It was coming, he was holding back his moans. His throat was hurting, his face making expressions that people would think are funny or horrendous.

Wasn't even listening to Gene anymore, Ignoring the filthy things he was saying. He could still feel him pinching and now twisting his nipples. Paul only focused was on his climax now.

''yes...yes...fuck...Almost there...'' He chanted. Nearly at his peak, just one more and he ca-

Gene pulled out, Fixing Paul's position. Before Paul could utter anything. Gene plunged his other cock into him, penetratingly him deeply and jackhammering so fast.

''OOOOOOH-!!!'''

Gene slammed down into him, going completely in and out. Holding Paul's legs tight. He growled.

''Such a Needy whore!'' Gene grunted.

Paul screamed each time the cock went down. His mind was breaking. Thrashing his head around, Legs flailing almost kicking Gene's side.

''GENE!!!'' He cried, sobbing relentlessly. This was the best he ever had and doesn't want it to end. Gene went closer to his face and started sloppily making out with him. Pushing his long tongue into him down his throat, Paul wailed into his mouth feeling the violent thrusts.

Paul's dick was rubbing against Gene's other cock that was previously in him.

''Paul...'' Gene uttered, Paul side eyes him. ''Can...i-erh-Come inside?'' He groaned, his nails digging into Paul making him bleed.

Paul Nods frantically.

''Thank you.....''

Just like that, Gene went faster than ever before. Paul gripped onto him, closing his eyes tightly, Feeling his prostate be hit over and over. And then...

It hit them both like a white flash of light, Gene's Roaring, The Lightening strike, The bed broke all at the same time!

Gene flooded Paul with his heavy load of cum, Stomach becoming bigger cause of it, Paul choked on his scream. Cum gushing out from his hole as Gene completely for the last and final time ram into him. Paul eyes rolled into the back of his head as he spasm. His tongue out, His mouth wide open. His whole body twitched from the aftershocks, and some pain when Gene just bites into his neck right now, letting some bits of blood squirts out.

Cum went everywhere, and so did blood as well. Trailing down Paul's neck while Gene was lapping it up with his tongue. Blood filling his nostrils, Making Gene crave it more. Doing small thrusts into Paul as he licked his neck clean. Hearing small moans and cries from him.

''Shhh..your ok.'' He gently whispered.

Paul couldn't keep his eyes open, too overwhelmed with his release, the side of his neck a little swollen and Gene filling him. He couldn't even move or think. too tired and satisfied now. He felt like he was in space, The orgasm was mind-blowing. Gene pulled out, letting a stream of cum leaked out all over the place.

Gene rolled over, Panting. Transforming back to normal, Paul was laying on him. That was too intense, Gene thought feeling extremely better now. Breathing slowly now, he looked down at Paul. His eyes were hazy, Muttering some unintelligible words he couldn't understand but he understood the next ones he said.

''i love you.....i love you...i love you...'' He repeated endlessly. Gene wrapped his arms around him, petting his head gently.

''I love you too, Starlight.'' Gene nuzzled him, purring deeply.

''D-don't ever...Leave me again...''

''I Promise, Starlight. I Promise.''

Paul trembled as he moved his head to give Gene a kiss, it was a weak one but Gene took it and strive with it, murmuring sweet things to each other till Paul pulled away, letting his head rest against him.

''gee-eene.....you owe me...a new bed....'' He uttered just before he fell asleep in Gene's arms.

Gene chuckled, pecking him on his head.

''I will get you a new bed too~.''

Hours passed as Gene and Paul slept peacefully, the rain stopped and so did the thundering. Everything was all quiet till....

''Is that your Mate, human?''

A voice was heard.

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This was kind of inspired by certain venom animations, i'm a sucker for some monster/Alien fucking!

Comments and Reblogs are greatly Appreciated~

Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed this!

^W^

#Thirsty butters #butters speaking #stardemon #paul stanley #gene simmons #smut fic #kiss fanfiction #kissblr #kiss #kiss band #kiss army #starchild #The Demon #okay to reblog #alien fucker #monster fucker #kiss stardemon #Butter's writes #don't like don't read! #gene simmons x paul stanley

[willowser]

shouto accidentally gets drunk while out with you and some other friends and he's sitting there in the heat of the bar, watching you smile bright and laugh wholeheartedly with your hair a little messy and your eyeliner smudged a bit—and he gets suddenly and completely overwhelmed with the desire to kiss you.

which is exactly what he does when you manage to get him home. it's kind of awkward because he doesn't kiss many people and he's also drunk and gangly and looming over you, but you let him crowd you against his front door until the both of you nearly run out of breath.

and you push him away gently with a quiet laugh, telling him, "okay, slow your roll, loverboy. how about we do this when you're sober, huh?" because you're not sure if he means it and you don't want to get your hopes up for something he won't even remember tomorrow.

but he absolutely does remember it, and now he can't look at you without feeling that unfamiliar white-hot strike of desire lighting up his body.

#oh woof. #like. shouto's whole life flashes before his eyes LOL #i have this thought that he doesnt realize he's into you until he's INTO you #and then all of a sudden he is and it's everywhere #he's like. oh wow what is this feeling i think i need to swallow you whole. #LMAOOOO #DONT MIND ME BEING SO PREDICTABLE AND WRITING HANDSOME AWKWARD MAN WHO IS A CLUMSY KISSER #my bread and butter tbh !!!!!! #turns out i just had todoroki thoughts in general while i was out LOL #not strictly about touya LOL #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: shouto

[thatsbelievable]

#Conversations I Have Had With Edgar Allan Poe #Edgar Allan Poe #books #literature #writing #writers #author #authors #poems #poetry #sandwich #sandwiches #bread #butter #dread #Oh Edgar

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #needy!bucky #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #sub!bucky #was this one something I've been fortunate enough to try? Absolutely. #and has it bounced around in my head ever since?? yep #I've got so many 💦sports asks #and I've been really hesitant to answer them bc I have people I know irl on here now #but honestly if my interests so far haven't freaked you out #those probably won't either #I made the best overnight oats last night I've been thinking about them all day #white chocolate chunks with raspberries and peanut butter #with oat milk #and I'm using that to distract me from the fact I'm locked out of my work emails and I can't do my Sunday evening email clear up #it's freaking me out that I can't get into them #that'll mean I have so much to do tomorrow morning #I'll probably lose my hour home on the train tomorrow trying to catch up #I love my hour to work and my hour home from work on the train #that's my me time #where I read my silly little book and chill

[1driedpersimmon]

Uhhh Haursame sesafaunt… something… whatever these two

#ff #ffxiv #sesame #haurchefant #I like that when I was typing haurchefant the second recommended tag was lives au #real #anyways I’m on my way to write up tragic romance again because it’s my bread and butter #mm #I need to draw them making out more

[dapper-lil-arts]

Anyone else got utterly flashbanged by the episode of Applejack's parents

#i was sure the show could never write good romance at all #like fr #and then boom. flashbanged. holy cow #bright mac #pear butter #like legit the song that the mom plays is like. extremely beutiful #like what the fuck. it's really damn good #surely the show cant pull this off again xD #applejack #mlp gen 4 #meme #my little pony

[tohot4u]

Been experimenting with sum stuff-it’s mostly doodles at this point 💀

#Been trying to focus more on writing #So you might not see as much art stuff until I’m done #Cuz #good ole fic with a gay drawing trope is my bread and butter #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong

[cuubism]

physical therapy, part 6.

--

Hob's been wavering on things like timeline with Dream because, well, he doesn't want to push, but he does obviously want more. There's a lot that he wants, and he thinks Dream wants it too. But Hob can be patient. Definitely. For sure. He's the epitome of patience.

In any case, after a few more dates which are oh so very patient, and in which Dream seems to be gradually coming more and more out of his shell, Hob finally takes the plunge and texts him:

If you want, come over to my place this weekend and I'll cook for you, and adds his address.

He paces nervously while waiting for a response. Dream coming over... he doesn't know how that would end. Well, it would hopefully at least end in Dream eating a proper meal, but other than that...

It's really not so long before he gets a response, though it feels like an eternity.

Okay, writes Dream, with a smile. 🙂 Should I bring anything?

Just yourself, writes Hob.

A shame, for I was planning to arrive incorporeally.

Hob smiles to himself at the comment. Dream is so much brighter once he decides he’s allowed to be.

On the agreed-upon date, Hob spends a truly excessive amount of time getting ready. He’s not even cooking anything elaborate, as he felt convinced he’d wind up fucking it up out of nerves if he did. But really, the quality of his food isn’t the wild card. What he’s nervous about is Dream’s response to being in his home. To being alone. Whether he’ll be okay with it. He doesn’t want to make Dream nervous.

But Dream arrives on time, and he’s smiling when Hob opens the door. He’s also carrying a huge canvas.

Oh!” Hob says, distracted from even kissing him hello. “What have you got there?”

“It is for you,” Dream says, and turns the canvas around so Hob can see it.

It’s a large painting of a rather clever-looking cat, bright colors and bold swathes of paint. It reminds Hob of Dream’s finger paintings, actually, but far more precise in technique. It’s lovely. It’s so cute. And much more playful than Dream’s older art, the pieces he had shown Hob from before his injury.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous,”  he says, and Dream smiles shyly. “I take it your grip’s been feeling steadier, then?”

“Somewhat,” Dream says, following Hob deeper into the flat, as Hob takes the painting and sets it on top of a low bookshelf, propped against the wall. Later he’ll have to hang it up properly. “I am. Enjoying painting again. I think.”

It’s so good to hear. Each time Hob sees Dream he seems incrementally better. Less frozen. More outgoing. And it always makes Hob realize that he’s only gotten to see a fraction of the life that truly exists inside of him.

“I’m so glad to hear that, darling,” he says.

It hurts to think of the version of Dream that might have been there before being hurt. But Hob likes the Dream that he gets to know now.

He leads Dream into the kitchen and bids him to sit down at the table while Hob serves their food, which is staying warm on the stove. Normally, when he invites someone over, he’d offer them wine, but he doesn’t want Dream to get the wrong idea. God, he’s probably massively overthinking things. He’s being totally paranoid, he knows it. But it feels so important that it be right. He’d never forgive himself if he made Dream feel unsafe around him, even if it was by accident.

“I am curious what you’ve prepared to attempt to persuade me to change my habits,” Dream says, after taking a sip of the water Hob’s handed him.

“Something with a lot of butter,” Hob says, and Dream laughs softly. Dream needs it, though. He needs something that’ll stick to his bones.

What he has is tarragon chicken—fried in, truly, an excessive amount of butter—served over rice with string beans. If this can’t encourage Dream to eat real meals, nothing can.

And, gratifyingly, he’s right. Dream devours it, and has seconds. As he eats his own serving more sedately Hob wonders when the last time was that somebody actually cooked for him.

They barely even talk, but Hob doesn’t mind. He just wants Dream to eat.

“You can cook,” Dream says, and Hob laughs.

“Was that in question?”

A light blush graces Dream’s cheeks. “When you first mentioned cooking for me, I had the thought that you were a catch. For that reason among others.”

Hob can’t help himself from smiling—and perhaps blushing a bit, too. “I’ll have to keep it up, and maybe you’ll keep me.”

Dream looks down at his food, but murmurs, “I would like to.”

So Hob takes his hand on the table and squeezes it.

Later in the evening, when they’ve been ensconced on the couch for a while watching mindless telly, Dream’s head on his shoulder, Hob says, “You can stay over if you want. No expectations. Just don’t want you walking home in the dark.”

He’ll walk Dream home if that’s what he really wants, but it’s already midnight and it really might be easier to just stay put.

“Am I allowed to stay over in your bed?” Dream asks, and Hob’s pulse jumps.

“That’s what you want?”

Dream nods.

So, heart still beating hard, Hob says, “Alright. Come on, then.”

And Dream takes his hand as Hob draws him up.

He gets Dream situated with some of his pajamas, which are far too large on him, and with a spare toothbrush and so on, and when they’re finally ready he tries not to be too awkward or nervous as he climbs into bed and gestures Dream to follow, saying, “Come on, love.”

He expects Dream might hesitate, but he doesn’t, just crawls into bed after him and presses himself all up against Hob’s body, laying his head on Hob’s chest. And— God. He’s really decided that he trusts Hob. It puts a lump in Hob’s throat.

He feels like a fucking teenager again, stomach all fluttery just at the feeling of Dream lying against him. In past relationships, Hob had mostly jumped in sex-first, questions-later. But maybe there are more benefits to taking things slow than he thought. It makes every tiny thing feel monumental.

“Comfortable?” he asks, and Dream nods, hair brushing Hob’s chin.

“Yes, thank you.”

Hob pulls the blankets up over them, pets his hair. Dream lets out a long, happy sigh, and snuggles closer.

I’m going to keep you, Hob thinks. “Goodnight, Dream,” he says.

#a nice moment before ANGST #you didn't think we were done with angst did you XD #physical therapy fic #dreamling #my writing #tarragon chicken is a family recipe--thin chicken cutlets breaded and fried in butter with white wine wash and tons of chopped tarragon #i recommend

[ocelotegg]

you can make garlic bread with hot dog buns. you can make it with hawaiian dinner rolls. you can make it with a can of biscuits. you can make it with a loaf of white bread. you can make it from scratch. you can use garlic powder, fresh garlic, or jarlic. you can use dry powdered parmesean, shredded parmesean, mozzarella, any cheese the heart desires, or no cheese at all. you can make it in the oven, the air fryer, the microwave, on the stove, in the toaster oven. you can make it anywhere with anything. it can save your life. garlic bread take the wheel

#post #writing this as my bf runs to the store to get butter. the one fucking thing you cant make it without

[jajanvm-imbi]

Just say, please stay

Look my way

Just Look My Way - (Official Video) // Helluva Boss

#Helluva Boss may not be perfect #and Vivziepop may be a little too involved in drama for my liking #but DAMN is her team fucking talented as SHIT #the visuals in this video are BREATHTAKING #Helluva Boss deserves the hype for the visuals alone #say what you want about the writing or Vivzie (ive said them too lol) #but it is undeniable that her team is INSANELY talented #and they deserve the credit #also again Bryce Pinkham has the voice of an ANGEL #smooth as butter rich as cream #helluva boss vivziepop #helluva boss #helluva boss stolas #vivziepop #bryce pinkham #spindlehorse #hb stolas #stolas ars goetia #animation #cartoons

[namelessbutters-doodles]

Aether''comes In the room'' Uhhh...Ifrit?

Ifrit: What is It, Aether?

Aether: Why is Mountain Watching Dewdrop On the Floor While Careless Whisper Plays?

Ifrit: ah! Well One of the old Ghouls Broke His Favorite Guitar Then Preceded to Insult Him as they Broke It even Further.

Aether: Ok and Why is Mountain Watching Him Like A Hawk?

Ifrit: He's trying to Figure out Dew.

Mountain: So, What Ur Saying is that Your Experiencing The Emotion Called Emotional Pain Also Known As Anguish, Am I Right?

Dew''completely done'' For the Thousandth Time Yes.

Time can never mend

The careless whispers of a good friend

To the heart and mind

Ignorance is kind

There's no comfort in the truth

Pain is all you'll find

#butter's writes #mini ficlets #shitghosting #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #fire ghoul #fire #mountain #mountain ghoul #i'm not projecting on mountain You are #ifrit #ifrit ghoul #aether #aether ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul #ghouls #careless whisper #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #era 3 #era 3 ghouls #ghost fics #does this connect to the day maybe~

[brenshor]

Enid: Stop giving me kongs filled with peanut butter!!

Wednesday: But you like peanut butter

Enid: That's not the problematic part and you know it!

#enid digging her finger into a kong: no use wasting good peanut butter #enid totally gets her mouth stuck together like a puppy when shes eating peanut butter #its how wednesday started having such a quiet writing hour #wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #incorrect wednesday quotes #wednesday

[etherealyoungk]

thoughts about mingyu when you're on your period

this is like the perfect time for me to answer this rn bc i am suffering atm

this man is spoiling you and taking care of you on your period. also would kinda be slightly confused about you being moody and a little snappy to him but will understand and still shower you with love nonetheless.

you're in cramping and in pain? he's getting you a hot water bottle and reheating it for you as many times. "but baby this is still hot", he says when you ask him to heat it again. "it's not hot enough", you say, looking at him, buried under all the blankets. "but..it's still hot", he says, loooking at you confused. "it's not hot enough gyu", you complain and he just nods and comes back a few mintutes later. will also joke about why you're using a hot water bottle when he's right here, saying he'll be your personal heater and just be ready to cuddle and hold you.

craving something? this man is ready to whip up a 5-star course for you. but when you go to the kitchen and find out you don't have any more peanut butter you go back to find mingyu and tell him rather disappointed about the lack of peanut butter in the house. he offers to go buy some but you don't want him to leave and he's confused because you want peanut butter...but you also don't want him to go buy it. so he decides to make you some and it's worth all the praise he gets for it, seeing you happily eat it with a smile.

it's cold so you're wearing his hoodie and you find him sitting in his room doing some work and just pout at him wanting some cuddles. he says he'll come in 5 minutes, he just needs to finish this up and you're curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone and 5 minutes have turned into 30 minutes and you're getting a little moody and grumpy now. after what seems like an eternity mingyu finally enters the room and smiles while you're just glaring at him, ignoring his presence as you look into your phone. "i thought someone said five minutes", you tell, looking at him as the bed dips as he sits down, looking down. "i know, im sorry babe, i got caught up", he tells. "well i don't need cuddles anymore so you can go continue what you were doing", you tell, grumpy, crossing your arms and giving him an annoyed look. he understands you're a little sensitive and moody now. "come on, i know you can't resist my cuddles hm?", he prompts but you just look at him and shake your head. "i don't need them now", you tell again. "but i want cuddles, you'll give me some cuddles?", he asks. you look at him and finally give in. "fine...only because you want it", you tell and he chuckles, quickly but gently pulling you closer, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "you're so stubborn", he mumbles. "and you're an idiot", you add, still not ready to give in but you were very happy right now because you really did want mingyu's cuddles.

if you're struggling to sleep because of the pain and cramps, he'll rub gentle circles on your back. is more than ready to make you a cup of hot chocolate at 2am in the night and will shush you if you apologize.

#sorry this was just me projecting all my wants and cravings and being moody in this drabble lmao #i get excused bc it's my time of month okay #i want a peanut butter sandwich so bad rn #so when am i getting a mingyu #skye's writing #skye's anons #☁️'s anon's #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen soft hours #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt scenarios #svt drabbles #mingyu imagines #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x reader

[anakur]

Cuddling him would include... (Featuring The Main 4 & Butters)

🌹| A/N : My first post ^^ I'm glad to have finished it though I am a tad bit worried over my characterisation of them. Guess that's just how I am haha

🥀| Warning(s) : slight nsfw implications- mostly parents' assumptions, but also during the last part for Kenny

Stan ⋆ ˚｡⋆🎧˚

Listening to music. Sharing earbuds or earphones. Especially when his parents are arguing (or if Randy is just... Being Randy)

You two are cuddling, as you look up, you see Stan with his earbud in hand, listening to the noise outside his room. He sighs before turning to you. He presses you closer to him as he turns up the volume on his phone. You wrap your arms around his neck and he closes his eyes, relaxing at your touch.

Smells like weed. Because,, Tegridy Farms.

Wears his beanie when you're cuddling. You take it off and he gets grumpy. Kiss him on his forehead in conciliation and watch as he gets that stupid Charlie Brown grin on his face.

The first few times you cuddled in Stan's room, he cleaned it up beforehand but after the first few times, he stops. Not to say his room is dirty, just, you may find an empty bottle on his nightstand, some clothes tucked underneath his bed or a hoodie draped over his desk chair, threatening to fall.

At some point Stan may get up to move it but it only ends up falling, so he leaves it on the floor. Next time you come over its still there (he swears he picked it up eventually and it just fell again)

The first time you two were cuddling he spent the majority of the cuddling session with his face pressed into the crook of your neck or your shoulder. You found it sweet. He was flustered, because in actuality he was trying to fight the urge to vomit. Eventually he has to excuse himself for a moment. Felt he messed up and ruined the moment, but his heart skipped a beat when he came back to see you waiting for him with open arms.

Kyle ⋆ ˚｡⋆📚˚

He finds drooling to be a bit gross, even though he knows it's not something you control. In the beginning of your relationship he will wake you up to tell you that you were drooling. Reasurres you it's fine when he watches you get embarrassed. Later on in the relationship, he'll just grab a tissue from the box on his nightstand and wipe it off himself.

It's what he keeps his tissue box there for. nothing else

Has to keep the door open, because his mom tells him to. Although his dad is a bit more lenient about it.

Sometimes when you forget about it, Ike will come into the room- having announced himself by a short knock at the door- as he stares at his phone and simply tells you:

" Mom says to keep the door open. "

Ike then proceeds to leave it wide open

" Close it halfway. "

He's already gone.

Kyle's the one who gets up to do it, leaving the door ajar. Everytime. Doesn't make you get up. If you ask for a glass of water, he'll also get it for you (and give you a forehead kiss). Don't abuse that power though, once you overuse it he'll start making you get it yourself.

Will not fall asleep when you're playing with his hair, but, he does feel very comfortable in that position

Says very sweet mushy stuff to you and gets embarrassed when he realizes you were awake the whole time. He trails off and stops talking.

Pushes you away playfully if you ask why he stopped or tell him to continue talking.

If you're watching a movie and cuddling, with a blanket covering you both, especially if it's dark outside and the lights are turned off, Sheila eyes you suspiciously when walking by. Staring particularly onto the blanket on your laps, covering you both waist down.

Kenny ⋆ ˚｡⋆🗑˚

Finds it cute when you drool. He'll chuckle and wipe it off.

Keeps his door closed. Hates it when you can hear his parents arguing. He would offer to share his ear phones but they're not in the greatest condition. Electric sparks flying and exposed wires. So, bringing your own pair would be very much appreciated.

Whispers mushy things to you when you're asleep. When he notices you're awake, he switches it up and starts saying dumb things just to make you laugh. Hears you give in and start giggling and he grins, acting surprised as if he had no idea you were awake.

When Kenny's household becomes too loud, he'll take you outside and lay on the grass together. Makes up constellation names.

It's the middle of the night while you're both sprawled out on the bed. You're sleeping and he's awake. He listens to the sounds outside the window and your breathing. When he hears you moving, he looks over and gently pets your hair, telling you to go back to sleep. His voice quiet and gentle.

be prepared for waking up and having Kenny casually mention he got morning wood

Cartman ⋆ ˚｡⋆🍫˚

Liane asks him to keep the door open but she's very lenient about it, by simply mentioning it as she walks by Cartman's room.

Also will bring you two snacks

Cartman is the type of person to tell his mom you're hungry, when, in fact, he was the one who suggested getting something to eat.

Flabbergasted when his mom turns to you asking what'd you'd like to eat.

Tries to cut you off, suddenly switching to 'we'

Smells like food.

Unlike the other guys he does NOT clean up his room beforehand. I believe however, his room is clean for the most part.

You had to nag him to clean his bed. Yes, his sheets are regularly washed and his bed gets made (both by Liane), but he eats in his bed. Which leaves some crumbs, that stay even after he 'sweeps them off' with his hands.

Imagine Liane's utmost surprise to see her darling son, Eric, on the bathroom floor, with his bed and pillow covers, squinting at the instruction on his phone. He mutters some swear words, before finally turning to her for help.

So the next time you come over, he had cleaned his bed hours before you came and restrained himself from doing anything on it until you arrived.

Actually gets pissed when you don't mention or even notice how clean his bed suddenly has become.

On second thought, he realized you probably will not praise him on a such a basic household task. But c'mon at least acknowledge it.

Lets you lay on him, sometimes.

He's watching some dumb videos on his phone as he had gracefully allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder.

You ask him to turn down the volume.

Fights the urge to not be a dick about it, and not raise the volume.

Begrudgingly he reaches for his headphones.

Once you fall asleep, he starts rubbing your back slowly. Immediately yeets his hand away when you wake up.

Doesn't want to deal with you waking up, even if he himself had also been awake.

" Eric... " you mumble, opening your eyes.

" Go to sleep. " he pushes your head down, as gently as you'd expect him to, onto the pillow.

" But I want water... "

" No. "

" ... What do you mea-"

" If you drink water you'll end up pissing yourself while you sleep. In my bed. "

"... That's not how it works. "

He then proceeded to press you into his chest.

" Fucking sleep. "

Butters ⋆ ˚｡⋆🌼˚

His parents definitely have him leave the door of his bedroom wide open. Not just slightly open. No, fully open. So, the cuddling has to be kept at a modest level.

Just sitting next to each other with some space in the middle between you both.

If his dad walks in, he'll stare at you, as to make sure nothing suspicious is going on.

If his mom walks in, she might remark how nice it is to have you over, asking if you two are comfortable and reminding to keep the doors open.

Holds your hand. Either your fingers are intertwined or he plays with your fingers as you talk, or just lay there in comfortable silence.

Falls asleep first, despite his attempts at staying awake, to make sure you sleep peacefully. However Butters is the one who wakes up first, so you just have him staring at you for a couple of seconds before realizing it may have come across as creepy and apologising for it immediately.

When you traced your finger along the scar on his face, he like squeezed his eyes shut at first. But then next time you ask before doing so, and he relaxes into it. Now he melts when you do it.

Would brush his fingers through your hair, no matter its length. But if his fingers get stuck he freaks out and thinks its his fault.

#first post! #and you know what's funny. my spotify randonly played 4 jews in a room bitching. while i was writing kyle's part #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny McCormick x you #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman x y/n #eric cartman x you #butters stotch x reader #butters stotch x you #butters stotch x y/n #writing 🌹

[the-one-who-lambs]

Chapter 1: How Narinder Takes His Tea

The Lamb has defeated The One Who Waits and inducted him into their cult, and they aren't sure what to think about that. As they get a grip on their new godhood, they realize they need his expertise and allyship, but since they've robbed him of his last flicker of hope, tipping the scales in their favor isn't going to be an easy feat. As Narinder, formerly The One Who Waits, adjusts to mortal life, he's unwilling to let the Lamb's claim on his crown remain unchallenged. With the Lamb at his side, and his emotional turmoil cloaked beneath a thick layer of divine rage for a millennium, their rivalry shifts to an arrangement neither of them can quite pinpoint. The Lamb meets his sharp anger with outward mercy, bitter as they still may be at his betrayal. It's the complete opposite of everything he's learned should be true. A "director's cut" rewrite of the slow-burn, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers series I originally posted in the fandom's very early days, this revamped multichapter fic complicates the original plot elements and character dynamics, incorporates new Relics of the Old Faith content, and commemorates every moment I've cherished writing for my readers, for my new best friends, and for myself.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl #Hannah writes #narinder #the one who waits #the lamb #IT'S UP!!!!!!!!!! ITS UP ITS UP ITS UP ohh my GOD HERE WE GO AGAIN Y'ALL #spinning in circles. banging on pots and pans. churning butter really really quickly #okay I need to go to bed I have to teach for 6 hours tomorrow

[f4iryyuiirz]

༊*·˚ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡᵉʳ ⁻ ᴰᵉᵃᵈ ᴰᵒᵛᵉ: ᴰᵒ ᴺᵒᵗ ᴱᵃᵗ .ೃ࿐

masterlist

— — — — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — — — —

: ̗̀➛ “You’re dead.” Damien would say as it wasn’t really a question. He would just look at his phone, he didn’t even give you a chance to explain. “How’d you find out?” You would whisper, hoping to God that the people right next to you didn’t hear. “Put your earbuds on, you look crazy.” He would say before suddenly disappearing just as fast as he appeared, leaving you alone with Micheal and the rest of the goth kids. .ೃ࿐

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

•°. *࿐ Stan Marsh ༊*·˚ 

“Does Wendy know you’re talking to me? Not that I wouldn’t if she did.”

༊*·˚ Kyle Broflovski *ೃ༄

“Want me to help you study, tonight?”

•°. *࿐ Kenny Mccromick ༊*·˚

"Come on, a few kisses will not ruin our friendship."

༊*·˚ Leopold Stotch *ೃ༄

“Can I sit with you at lunch, today?”

•°. *࿐ Craig Tucker ༊*·˚

“You should come over. Stripe misses you.”

༊*·˚ Clyde Donovan *ೃ༄

“Could you be my tutor? I’m failing math.”

•°. *࿐ Tolkien Black ༊*·˚

“Want me to buy it for you?”

༊*·˚ Tweek Tweak *ೃ༄

“W-We’ll help you l-live your life.”

•°. *࿐ Trent Boyett ༊*·˚

“Ay, you don’t call her a bitch. Want me to beat ‘em for you, baby?”

༊*·˚ Wendy Testaburger *ೃ༄

“Sometimes, you can be so stupid.”

•°. *࿐ Red Tucker ༊*·˚

“What are you talking about? You look great."

༊*·˚ Nichole Daniels *ೃ༄

“Your face is very symmetrical. That’s very important.”

•°. *࿐ Bebe Stevens ༊*·˚

“Can I borrow your lip gloss? I know you threw out the bottle.”

༊*·˚ Gary Harrison *ೃ༄

“Could you stop by later, for family dinner?”

•°. *࿐ Damien Thorn ༊*·˚

“I could help with that. Your virginity, I mean.”

༊*·˚ Phillip Pirrup *ೃ༄

“I mean, there is a way for you to live longer. Ice your body.”

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(Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the acts that happen in the story in real life. Please do not romanticize any behaviors or actions described in this story in the real world. Yanderes, in their nature, are incredibly toxic and abusive, so it would just be stupid to wish for that type of relationship in real life. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the safety of fanfiction. There is no shame in imagining it happening and liking the idea of it, but refusing to participate in that type of situation in real life. If you are currently in a relationship with someone who is mirroring the behaviors written for any of the yandere characters in this story, please seek help. You are not weak for asking for help.)

Other: All trigger warnings will be listed at the beginning of any chapter and right before the trigger starts so please do not skip it. Your mental health is more important than a South Park fanfic. Thank you. 

A/N: The Yandere versions of the characters were inspired by Hellpark.

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