#I can't *quite* get my feet behind my head I'm not that flexible but I got very very low marks

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I want to be pitted against a giant, slimy tentacle beast for sport.  Not my sport or entertainment, but dropped, against my will, into a some confined space that I can't escape, but viewers can safely watch what events unfold.  I'm armed only with my wits and whatever might be available to me inside that "arena".  The slimy tentacle beast is among the lowest of creatures.  It exists only to eat and procreate, which also makes it implacable.  Though the lowest of intellectual life, it has evolved to become extremely effective in its singular purpose.

I manage to evade it for awhile, staving off its attacks from multiple directions.  It brings me no closer to victory, however, it's only postponing the inevitable.  The beast finally gets a firm hold of one of my ankles and pulls me off my feet.  I hear a roar of cheers from the audience I cannot see.  Their cheers and taunts grow louder as a frantically try to escape the beast's grasp.  Strategy has been throw out; it's pure panicked flight mode.  I try to scramble away only to be pulled back, my hands clawing at the ground.  I kick at it with my free leg while conscious to avoid it, too, being grabbed.  Nothing.  I try to pry the hold off my ankle with both hands.  It's no use, and in my intense focus, my free leg is no longer free. It's grabbed my thigh.  I can see the tentacle sliding around it as it tightens its coils.  Pounding on it with both hands, with all my might, has no effect.  It's like this thing doesn't even feel pain.

There are just too many of them.  All of my effort to break free from the tentacles grabbing my legs, I didn't even notice the ones moving toward my waist until they were already around me--and they're crushing me.  Breathing has become difficult, and for the first time I feel the fight being taken from me.  My attention and struggle now one the coils around my torso.  Again I try to pry them off, knowing it's a futile effort, but there is nothing left to do but to try.  With such a lowly creature there is no chance of appeal.  A lowly creature effortlessly exerting complete dominance over me.

I can't break free.  There is almost no resistance left in me when it secures my arms painfully behind my back.   It does not know it's own strength.  It does not know my flexibility or pain threshold...nor does it care.  It seems completely unnecessary that it would need to wrap around my neck too, but it does, and quite literally there is nothing I can do about it.

The unknown onlookers hush to a murmur, one filled with anticipation.  The slimy tentacle beast has me.  It's victory over me complete, yet I have only begun to taste defeat.  I am effortlessly hoisted up and brought face to face with the repulsive creature.  My legs folded and knees pulled apart.  The tentacles around my waist allowing me only short breaths. The ones around my neck, tight and high up under my chin, pushing my head back.  My arms still trapped behind my back, painfully, forcing me to arch my back and thrust out my chest toward it, my nipples brushing against.  

I am studied and explored, no part of me left untouched.  Finally the groping stops, but my respite is short lived.  From under one of the beast's many folds a different type of tentacle is revealed.  Three of them...and they each find their way inside my body, again with no concern for my discomfort or even my ability to breathe.  I can fill it pumping something into me.  It is warm and it is thick and it is deep inside me.  When it has finished filling me, the three special tentacles retract back out of sight.  The beast's hold on me is slowly loosened and am lowered to the ground.  As soon as it has released its hold of me completely, I collect what remaining energy I have and flee.  Before I can make it even two steps away I am grabbed again, and dragged back.  Another tentacle, again, around my throat, abruptly yanking me, as if it were a leash, so I land laying against it's soft, blobby core.

There I stay.  No one comes to save me, not even now, after they’ve had their show.  A few smaller tentacles continue to grope and inspect me, but I gave up trying to escape.  I don't even bother trying to fight them off.  I know my place.

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#monsterfucker confessions

[icarus-suraki]

Invading your personal life with: 9, 50, 74

Invade my personal life! Or let me invade yours...

9. Do you have any cool talents? Well, despite being 40, I can put my feet behind my head. How's that?

No, for real: I've got some kind of EDS connective tissue thing. My brother has it to a greater degree (I'm envious) but we've both got the thing where your skin feels a bit odd and your scars look strange and you're just a little too flexible for your own good.

It's cool except that when I go for walks, sometimes my knees decide to be like "Hey, I have an idea. How about fuck this?" and start slipping (for lack of a better term) side to side and it hurts, so I always have to be ready to limp back home if that happens. My hips will do the same thing, but it seems less frequent than my knees.

But, yeah, I can cram all 5 feet, 10 lanky inches of myself into a standard-size moving box, which was a trick I did a few times during move-in at college. It's kind of fun to be able to wriggle into small spaces like that. It's come in handy a few times at work, interestingly enough.

50. How are you doing today? Not super-great, actually. Not to be TMI, but I've been feeling sick for the last couple of days. It's like my entire GI tract is swollen and sore, from my throat on down. I was bloated as hell Friday night and all day Saturday--even my head hurt, wtf? I'm better today but I'm still all sore. I'm not even hungry and I don't even want to eat but I can tell my blood sugar is getting low… I was supposed to have supper with my folks but that's not happening, which is frustrating…

I'm also feeling a bit anxious about my therapy appointment tomorrow because those are rough and I wish I could just be better already.

The weather is nice, though, if a bit chilly. But it's dry now, which is a relief after yesterday's humidity, and it's perfectly clear. And I'm working on some cosplay plans, though I'm feeling a bit uneasy about those because cosplay can be expensive as hell. But I want to. I don't want to say I need to but I kind of need to. It keeps me going. I can't sacrifice everything. So I'm pricing out fabric and working out how I want to do this. (The hat, a major element of the costume, is sitting nearby and motivating me immensely.)

74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new? You're asking me this in a post-Covid world? This? Me? In a post-Covid world?

Okay technically in August 2022 I had to drive out to the city water department main offices for a job interview. I ended up getting hired but the fact that I had to leave for work at about 5am and drive for an hour made it tough. That and the fact that my job responsibilities got changed on me unexpectedly and I wasn't getting any training… Yeah, not a great match. I think that's the last time I travelled somewhere new. I'm genuinely trying to remember…

Unless this question is really asking about travelling travelling. Like internationally or something not-quite-locally, in which case that would be something like 2010? I think? Summer 2010 was when I went to Otakon, which was definitely a new place for me. (That was the year of dudes walking around yelling "Backscratcher? Mmbackscratcher!" from Family Guy, I think? It was also the summer of Pokemon HeartGold and SoulSilver and the related Pokewalker and there were literally Pokemon walkers wearing dozens of the things and offering to walk your Pokemon for a fee. And the staff at the H.Naoto booth said my ouji-style outfit looked great and got me to hang around for a handshake event with the designer(!!!!). And I met a ton of people I only knew online to that point, which was awesome. Yeah, that was a fun time--to think I almost didn't go.)

I don't travel much--can you tell? Maybe I'll have a different answer to this when I have spending money again. I mean, I fully intend to go to Japan before too much longer.

#ask game #ask me things #anon is on #i'm bored

[david-watts]

remember back in what the school I unfortunately attended called middle school we had to do these twice-yearly tests to see what our pe stats were and it was ‘do situps’ ‘do pushups’ ‘do these other tests of varying accuracy’ and literally every single one I got terrible marks at because i do not have control over my limbs. worst one was when i got told to try harder despite my protests that trying any harder at the ‘flexibility’ test might break my kneecaps and years later it turning out that breaking bones and ligaments and tendons in the vicinity of my knees was very, very possible

#note how i said 'varying accuracy' before? yeah #that test was stupid #I got low marks for flexibility despite two seconds later showing that I could press my feet against my head without it hurting me #I can't *quite* get my feet behind my head I'm not that flexible but I got very very low marks #literally everything in pe was a nightmare at that age because of the teacher #later it was other things. being dysphoric and also just. feeling awful because of the way I had been treated by that teacher #if that teacher turned out to be either an antiv*xxer or an autism denier I would nto be surprised #oh I'm oversharing again? great

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Joan Jett Quartet

Part 3: Cherrybomb (Klaus x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: NC-17 FILTHY! Light bondage, oral (fem receiving), pegging, use of sex toys, language, consensual rough sex, voyeurism

A/N: It had been so long since you and Klaus played your dirty little game of give and take. And The Prophet was yours for the taking. 

Part 1  Part 2

Dedicated, as always, with love to my most fatastic ride or die @robertsheehanownsmyass And also @slutforrobbiebro and @frogs--are--bitches

You adjusted the straps and hoped what was inside your linen pants was concealed just enough. At least until you were ready.

You took a few hours getting used to this appendage that hung between your legs. It was in the way for most everything you participated in during the day. So you stood with your legs further apart, or sat that way as well. You tried desperately not to reach down and adjust yourself for fear others might figure it out.

Suddenly, Klaus was beside you as you looked out over the swimming pool. He loomed so large over the Children, but could be completely human with you. That scent of hibiscus, gin and hookah smoke filled your nostrils as he wrapped you up in his arms.

“Jill is worried about you, little chicken.” Klaus used that stupid name from the night he punished you for insubordination. A pet name, one of endearment. Yet it had been so long since the two of you played.

“I'm fine,” You weren't. This.. thing in your pants was annoying. You had grown into it at least.

“She said you were walking funny?” his voice lifted at the end. “I can't imagine why. You've not needed to be disciplined in a while” It was if he read your mind. “I’d like to think I'm being gentle.” His face got lost in your hair and took a deep breath.

Klaus was telling the truth. These days, or nights, or warm afternoons, you made more love than fucked. He became almost obsessed with looking at you. Wanting a connection with someone to the point where he wouldn't pull out until well after he came. He would beg to be inside of you a little longer. If only you knew why YOU were Klaus’s special choice.

You pushed into him a bit with the curve of your ass. Klaus became instantly hard. A smirk played on your lips knowing how much control you had of the situation so quickly.

“Oh you have been, but I know you have certain appetites. As lovely as it's been, I can totally see in your eyes that flash of ‘please punish me.’ Which is tempting because this ‘tantric, cum together, lemme go four hours before I get off’ shit you learned in India annoying. Mediate all you want, but if I got my hands around your throat and just,” you mimed strangling him. “You would explode right in the middle of your stupid breathing technique. Then I’d get some feeling back in my legs”

Klaus enveloped you. Instead of a lover’s embrace, he compressed your body as much as possible. The air rushed out of your lungs as he squeezed tight like a snake with a mouse. His strength always caught you by total surprise. One arm around your chest, the other your stomach as he held you vicelike. There was that power switch. He hated being bested.

“I know pain makes you wet too,” his voice snarled. His hand tried to grab your sex to prove a point, but he got a surprise instead. His entire hand enclosed around the shaft through the fabric of your clothes. “My what a nice cock you have.”

You reached a hand behind and dug your nails into his hard on. “I wish I could say the same for you.”

Klaus’s hold deflated but not his erection. You urged him to stroke the imitation between your legs like you were doing to his real one. Your palms moved in unison as your breath both began to hitch. He tugged when you did, your bodies moving in a strange dance on the stone terrace.

Klaus turned your head sideways so he could get his tongue far inside your mouth. Fighting and doing a dance with yours while you gained speed with your hand.

“I bet you’re not even that good at sucking dick,” you broke the kiss to toss the insult over your shoulder.

You spun around and fought to take the wheel back. You reached inside and sunk your claws into Klaus’s balls. The only way you could think of bringing him to his knees as he winced with pain. Yet somehow grew even more stiff as he knelt down before you.

“Is this what we look like from up here?” Your fingers began to ravel around the hair on the back of his head. You yanked it so he was made to look at you. “eager to please the prophet with our mouths full. They're always begging you to speak, but choking themselves on your dick.”

Klaus put his hands on your hips. One of them inched under your shirt. He drew your hips towards his face and kissed your stomach. You let out a sigh before he released the imitation cock you wore.

Klaus was tentative about the way he licked at it. Just the tip of his tongue at first, darting in and out over the head. Then he sucked on it, took more of the shaft in his mouth. His head began to bob down towards your pelvis and back. The way he swallowed it as much as he could while he held tight to your ass. He alternated between long licks up the side and consuming it whole.

“It's a fucking shame I can't feel this. Doesn’t mean I don't want you to gag any less than you made me.”

Your hips thrust with a certainty that Klaus could feel the tip at the back of his throat. He was soundless though save for the soft sucking sounds. You started to fuck his mouth. The way he and other men had done to you. Your hips pumped back and forth. How much was enough when you couldn't climax like a man?

In a moment of clairvoyance, Klaus dragged his mouth backwards so that the imitation cock was slowly revealed. There was a satisfactory sound like yanking a suction cup off a surface. He gazed up at you with large green eyes silently asking you to further command him. Your fingers seizing his thick tresses so he couldn't look anywhere but you.

“How many nights have you worried about these.. morons finding out you’re a fake? That you admitted to me you were fraudulent. I love a fucking secret, and that's such a big one you trust me with. Would be such a shame if they found out.”

“You can't do that,” Klaus sounded afraid.

Yet you weren't sure if he was playing along or truly scared you'd out him to the others. Something in the back of his pleading let you know he would be relieved. To cast off the shackles of these expectant leeches he created.

“You could expose yourself to them another way. How human you would finally seem getting fucked up the ass by one of them. Your chosen one.”

Klaus climbed to his feet and pulled his boots off. He clambered out of his jeans, after he undid his belt and tossed his shirt aside. He stood in only his underwear.

You arched an eyebrow. “It's so amazing to me you can fuck the way you do,” you pinched his lithe waist, “Seeing there's not much to you.” You got your nails into his chin and tilted his head to the side. You let them trace a line along his jawbone. “Fortunately you've got quite the face. No one cares about the proverbs you spew or diatribes you go on. It's how fucking otherworldly beautiful you are. Gorgeous enough to just ruin.”

Klaus took a breath and rolled his eyes. Your hand tightened around his throat. “Don't you remember how obstinance is rewarded? All that bullshit yoga, you ought to be flexible. Fucking bend over, and show me.” You reached for his belt. “What are you always saying to me when you want anal?” You mimicked his voice, ‘Let's see how tight that ass is?”

Not having to command, Klaus held his wrists out. “Why do you still have clothes on? Naked.”

He obeyed and stripped completely. Being without clothes wasn't that big a deal to Klaus. He walked around the compound nude all the time. There were days most of you did. It's the having no control over his situation that really left him naked.

You took his arms and held them behind his back. You looped the belt around and hooked it through the buckle. You pulled the strap as tight as possible so that Klaus’s wrists were bound. His stance was wide legged, cock completely erect.

“Bend. over.”

And like Klaus had done to you when he assessed your body, you stood beside him and bent his body. His back flat like a table. You ran your hand along his tanned skin and spine before seizing his cock again.

“I lied. I might be a little.. terse with you, but I don't think I'm cruel,” you tapped your chin but kept Klaus’s erection firmly in your grasp. “I forgot something that MIGHT make fucking you a bit easier. You aren't exactly in a state to run to the house. So how about you fuck me first. With your mouth of course.”

You pushed Klaus’s head down to indicate he should kneel. Arms bound behind his back, he eagerly complied.

He sat back on his haunches to watch you undress. You wore only the strap on, which was lifted up to expose your cunt. Then you anchored yourself on Klaus’s shoulders. His mouth deftly finding your quick-swelling lips so his tongue could dart out. He probed you by pushing his tongue deep and forcing an instant slick from within.

You moaned. Klaus’s body twisted at an odd angle to get further inside of you. He lapped and flicked at you while searching for that bud of nerves and maintained his silence. There was a soft growl or two as he expertly worked your clit. Klaus circled it, tilted his head enough to run his tongue along you as you started to throb. He moved at a breakneck speed, one you never experienced from him before.

The pleasure was overwhelming as you reached to help Klaus along. Your fingers separated your slit so he had easier access to your clit now. Your hips rocked into him as you rode his face. Your balance lost a time or two but you steadied yourself in your abandon.

The two of you were so brazen in the setting sun. On the terrace knowing followers were around to catch or watch. Klaus with his wrists strapped by a belt. You wearing a fake dick, fucking his face. Your heart and cunt raced together as you started to spark. The fuse began to catch in the center of your body and suddenly it exploded with sparks as you came. Crying out unexpectedly so that your voice echoed off the stone.

“Fuck. What comes out of your mouth is sometimes so cliché, but the things you let me put in it.”

You fumbled around with the fake cock so that you could shift it towards your body. Klaus sat back and watched. His mouth and chin glistened with your orgasm which he surreptitiously attempted to lick from his lips. The devil in his eyes as he kept his composure.

“I don't think you have ever been this quiet in the two years I've been here.”

You situated the rubber dick enough to plunge it into yourself almost fully. It slid in with ease and out a few times. You repeated this enough to get it as lubricant as possible. Then wrapped your fingers in Klaus’s hair to yank him into position again.

“When I fuck you, I want you to tell me how good it feels.”

Your hand was on the tip of the cock to center it between Klaus’s ass. Your other wrapped up in the leather strap to help pull his hips towards you as you slowly plunged inside of him.

“Further,” Klaus managed around the air he finally released from his lungs.

“That wasn’t loud enough,” you informed him. You had his forearms in each hand as you sunk in more.

“Harder!” Klaus raised his voice more. “Fuck me.”

You tugged him backwards by the arms so that the strap on was sheathed by Klaus’s body. He yelled out in shock, so you hesitated in case..

“Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel your hips against my ass.” Klaus begged. He had his neck curved so that his head was facing up. And angle that would catch passersby.

You used Klaus’s arms as leverage. Creating a push and pull as you began slamming into him. How often did he rut against you like an animal when you got fucked from behind. Now you returned the favor.

It wasn't long before Klaus started to make an animal noise each time your pelvis crashed into his ass. Your nails clawed at his arms and tied wrists while you started to jerk your hips like you knew he did. Short bursts then pulled almost out and jerked back in.

“That feels so fucking good,” Klaus’s words were punctuated by your thrusts.

You weren't sure how much longer you could stand. You knew from Klaus that men got off differently this way than women. Parts of him inside were like a clit, but like you he maybe needed manual stimulation too. So you bent over him. You bit his back in the realm of playful crossed with marking your territory as you turned to jerking him off simultaneously.

“Holy shit!” Klaus yelled out. You were so lost in making him cum that you didn't realize he wasn't referring to your hands and dick.

Your gazed matched his to catch slack jawed followers on the sidewalk and patio on the upper level. Some curious, others blazed green with envy as you became theatrical with your fucking. The two of you looking them all dead on.

“What’s wrong?!” Klaus shouted in their direction. “Haven't you ever seen a prophet get ass fucked by someone?! And don't stop, I'm gonna cum.”

You trained your eyes on everyone, and stood. Your hands firmly on Klaus’s arms once more as you buried yourself into him one more time. His body arched and exploded. The sticky substance managed to cover his chest and stomach.

You situated yourself and took the strap-on off. Klaus straightened his body so that he was at his full height. He contorted enough to break free from the belt constraints. His body shook ever so slightly from the orgasm effects while he lifted your palm to his mouth and kissed it. Then bent to kiss you, tongue far inside your mouth. You could taste your cunt on his lips as you danced with him.

“This is what happens, Children, when you become my Chosen One!”

You let a selfish grin play across your lips in response.

Tag: @robertsheehanownsmyass @firstpersonnarrator @super-unpredictable98 @messengeronthemoon @nightmonsters @bisexualnathanyoung @rob-private @forenschik @magic-multicolored-miracle

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #klaus hargreeves #klaus x reader smut #klaus x reader

[muffindaddystyles]

Fishie-Nets???

Summarry// Harry's looking so beautiful in fishnets that reader couldn't help but to clench their legs together. She begs like a good girl for her Daddy.

Warning: Heavily smutty, Daddy kink, fluff too.

Cope with me. It's my first time writing a smut here at tumblr hope ya'll like it.

You're at the studio where Beauty Papers photoshoot's taking place. Even though you're ambivert not going to places you don't feel comfortable with mostly they're the ones where people are just too intimidating but you still went to this photoshoot with Harry because he just wants you beside him, your reassurances and little of pat to his anxiety for this particular day because he's doing something to portray his diversity, his range and the fine line he has beautifully drawn in his persona.

When they did his makeup for the issues video and the artists left you two alone in room, you coiled your arms around his neck pulling back to admire him properly.

With a nude lipstick he's looking so damn kissable and fuckable apparently but you don't want to ruin it. He's giddish and a bit skittish under your lustful gaze pawing at your hips, "my man's looking so fucking handsome." You breathily fawned kissing the corners of his lips and he sighs lovingly getting more closer to you.

"I do?" You nod quickly, "don't you believe me?" Your whisper makes his heart race quicken and taking his hand you slip it in your denims getting through the hem of your panties taking his slender digits in between of your pussy folds moaning when he pinched your clit warning you, "don't fuckin' tease me." He warns you but it wavered when you tried to ride his fingers.

There was a knock on the door calling for Harry and his eyes widens when you still didn't stopped your dirty motions, "m'gonna touch myself behind you daddy." You mewled but he grunts viciously instead grabbing you by your neck, hot breath hitting your lips.

He knows that you're teasing him on purpose he's already painfully rock hard in his navy blue trousers but you're such a fuckin' tease you don't care and it's getting on his nerves because fuck he just wanted to bend you the right moment when the affectionate praises for him came from your mouth like a song of dove.

"Shut up. Stay ready fo' the punishment if that's the case." He groans when there was another knock and he was about to take his fingers out of you but you squeezed so hard it felt impossible.

So, he had only one tactic to pesk you off smacked your ass so hard that you didn't hold back from squealing loud.

You grin when he stepped back ready to go outside and you mouthed him blowing kisses to him, "best of luck, baby." To which he sucks his middle and ring finger sexily throwing a peace sign out to you.

You stood in the corner while he was getting photographed. You're in awe. he's so him at the moment, yet all of his personalities came on clashing to his one persona that he's right now.

Another shot and they were mobing him inside his cabin, "you did so well, fuckin' proud of you." You chirped bouncing at your feet hugging him and never letting him go, he's feeling so blessed he wants to cry.

You're his everything. His mental and physical supporter. His late night deep talk mate. His own personal enchantress and most importantly the love of his life.

"Wha' did I do to deserve ya'?" He kisses your lips smudging his lipstick all over marking you like you sometimes do to him, oh how the tables have turned.

"Fucks me so well need another reason?" You spat playfully and he glides his palms under the back pockets of your denims cupping your arse, "couldn't disagree on this." His lips wraps around your bottom one's sucking hard and you moaned out grinding your pelvis against his.

Now it's his turn to push your buttons so he unlatches from you undressing infront of you, "Harry..." you whined stomping your feet.

"Seriously moppet? You're actin' like disobedient filthy girl when daddy's so busy." You huff only turning your head to side and your sight falls to the fishnets in which he has a shot next.

Grabbing them you squat down in between his naked legs, "can I, daddy? You ask innocently and he takes your chin pecking your lips.

"Go on baby." He slouches further into his seat when you take his ankle putting it at your thigh to slip fishnets over his legs.

His head lulls at his shoulders when you feather litte moist kisses from down his ankles to the inside of his fishnet covered thighs, "mhm. Pretty baby of mine takes care of daddy so much." He maneuvers his fingers in your loose hair when you ducked down taking his covered bulge in your mouth soaking it with your saliva.

You're in his lap now grinding your centres with lustful flexible motions of your whole body, kissing down from his exposed throat to your loving butterfly on his tummy hooking your thumb in his belly button and whimpering in his mouth, "Harry baby you're looking so pretty I wanna fuck you, make love to you and just want you to cum inside me." He gulps at your words straight outta your heart and he has an idea of what you indicating to 'fuck him' means.

You don't give a fuck if you're calling him daddy or not. He's your Harry and just yours. He's so manly and vulnerable under you that everything including your love for him and the sexual tension turned your eyes glassy.

"I love you fuckin' much. ye' know that?" He whispers just for you to hear and you bob your head smauching a kiss to his temple, "I know, will always."

Bright flashes of camera. Gentle commands to Harry and he gives a shy smile to photographer at the fact his dick that was tortured to an extent was swelling through the underwear and you stifled your laugh when the photographer asked him to sling his one leg over another.

His thick thighs stretching juicely, tiger tattoo silked under fishnets and his shiny loafers made you clench your legs together. What the fuck you cursed under your breath maybe you should've never came by.

When Harry stepped back inside the room locking the door behind because the dick in his pants already told him he needs to. He was surprised when he found you at your knees under him your fingers latching to his fishnets.

He has never seen you being this needy or horny, "please daddy. please, please!" You begged nicely voice getting squeaky at end and Harry holds you from shoulders making you stand.

"Wha' got my pet in s'frenzy, hmm? Being a good girl n' all tha'." He rubs your belly and then in between your breasts as if he's scratching a kitten and you pur like one.

You slid down taking the hem of his fishnets in between your teeth yanking them down till his knees and he gasps eroticaly because he has never seen a sight this stimulating, "go on lovie suck daddy." He pets your hair and you murmur a 'pretty.' again when his cock that is yours for now springed free

The thick veins tracing down till his base, it's crown shading coral like his lips and it's weeping with his pre-come to gopt licked by you.

You lap at his arousal and he abruptly leans against the vanity counter gripping the edges. You gesture him to zip his mouth and he nods bitting down his lip.

Humming you swirled your tongue around his cock bobbing your head at slow pace while massaging his balls and nudging it with the tip of your nose.

A shout got strangled in his lungs when you took him deep into your throat trying to stay relaxed as he taught you so because you love giving Harry blowies and he's quite big so you had to test tour waters first but now you're a pro at making him cum by just deep throating him.

You glance at the wrecked Harry above you sheened into pure sweat that a moan rumbled from inside you vibrating around his cock and He bent forward at your unintentional action.

"That's it, can't take this longe'." He grits out yanking you to your feet and you bat your lashes to get rid of moisture, "don't wanna cum in my mouth daddy?"

"Your cunt's where I'll come." He rasps taking your bottoms down collecting your arousal onto his digits, "dirty girl. Daddy hasn't even touched ye' and you're drippin' down ye' thighs." You hiss coyly at his words holding his shoulder.

"Just for you." He slaps your ass groping it after to massage the sting and when you moan loudly forgetting everyone's most probably listening to you Harry lands another spank to shut you up.

"Open your mouth and you wouldn't be able to walk outta this room." You gulp bobbing your head obediently and harry slams you against the vanity, your back against his sweaty naked torso and his thickness laying heavy between your asscheeks.

"Rough. Daddy." You inform him how you want to be fucked and he grins turning your head to kiss sloppily.

"Wan' me to rough ye' up?" He groans lowly rubbing his cock in between your ass cheeks and you squeak out a 'yes' resting your forehead against the mirror, "will fuck ye' s'rough you'll forget your name." He snaps his hips, hand gliding in between your legs dipping his three fingers inside you to assure that you're sloppy enough to thrust his cock inside you without warning you and when he was assured he did it.

Slammed his hips so hard that your breath hitched in your throat, you threw your head back under his chin and pecking your lips he completely pulled outside to again plunge his cock thise time deeper that you could feel him in your tummy.

"Hmm. such a tight hole takin' me so good." He hums gruffly grinding your hips in circles as you milked and nursed his cock with your thick arousal, "always so fuckin' needy and grabby fo' daddy's cock." He digs his fingers in your hip-bones fucking thrusting inside you and no noise came from inside you except of moans you're caging inside your lungs.

It's burning so rapidly in your stomach and you're so close to coming that Harry wouldn't be pleased, "I-I'm.." Harry's ears perk up at this and he circles your clit harshly yanking you against his chest from your bended position.

"No the fuck you're not." He takes your jaw making you look at him and you whimpered teary eyes but he tsked smacking your cunt and you avoided to cry out loud by biting at his wrist that was protecting you from falling.

"Think you deserve to come this quick after being the sickest tease that daddy had to hide his bulge, huh? Such a shame ye' don't know how to act when daddy's even a little bit of naked." He rocks into you with more force your thighs slapping and he grabs your tits from under your sweater squeezing them ever so hard, "no. daddy m'good." You hate not being called good. She's her's Harry's good baby but he's being mean which she's loving and with the pleasure about to take over you in a bringe made you clamped around his cock hard.

"Cum on my cock then." He murmurs kissing the side of your neck and you gasp a sigh of relief coiling your elbow around his neck moving your hips along him. He moans out in your ear when your cum coated around him in thick gooeness but you didn't stop fucking him clenching around him.

"Fuck me some more." He gropes your hips at your words slamming himself up inside you. Head falling in the crook of your neck lips pressed at your shoulder, "my baby. fuck mine." He twitched inside you now blabbering incoherently in whispers while you fucked him with closed eyes.

"M'bout to come." He grits nibbling at your skin he's about to drop both of you on the vanity but you managed to stay put one hand toying with your clit another with his heavy balls.

"Look at me when you come." He ordered you thrusting faster and harder. Your eyes meeting his in the mirror and a single devastated look from him made you clamp around him in a snug grip, "oh-fuck." He twitched for the second time and your fingers softly brushed his jaw to attach your lips.

He moaned into your mouth when he cummed inside you in the form of ribbons of his endless thick liquid but you still didn't stopped fucking him to edge to which he muttered, "fuckin' insatiable." With broken whimpers and cries you came on his cock. He held you tighter when your knees gave in.

With a low groan he pulled out turning you to face him, "hmm. My baby's good? Didn't hurted ye'?" He cups your cheeks showering you in your kisses and you pout trying to calm down.

"feelin' empty." He grins at your complain while buttoning your denims pecking your hair, "will warm ye' up and fill you till your tummy once we reach home."

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#harry styles #smutty #dom harry #harrystyles smut #hardstyle #harry smut

[chronicalchaos]

Wick modern AU: Explained +Some fun facts

Uhm, i was gonna wait until i finish this AU's synopsis and new book cover, but both will be taking a while until they get ready...

And i wanted to post this "overview" for a while now, anyways, here's some fun facts and a summary of the story:

Old book cover:

I'm really proud of Sam's shading, but the twins look weird and Tom looks old...I won't use this cover, 'cus Travis and Duncan are main characters as well and i want to include them on the cover. +My art style changed!

Story summary:

Just a quick thing! I changed quite a few things to fit the narrative and the modern days setting, i hope you understand!

The story of this AU happens in September 2014, a little less than a month until Sam’s birthday, where the Weavers aren't dead– Well, most of them aren't...

The narrative is centered on a curse, that was based on the audio that plays when you pick up Benny's bible, where 7 people are affected by it: Tim, Tom, John, Sam, John's brother/Sam's dad(I won't name him), Mary and James.

Sam's, Travis' and Duncan's side of the story will be more on the investigative side maybe with a bit of comedy(I'm not good with writing that, so it will most likely be just investigation), while Tim and Tom's side will be the more angst and unusual/horror side. Sam will have a bit of horror as well, since he's linked with them by the curse, but the twins will definitely have the spotlight when it comes to horror/unusual stuff.

Fun Facts:

General:

The story happens a week, maybe a bit more, after summer break

Even tho one of the first chapters is set on school, them going to school will probably just be mentioned or implied, Example: Them leaving a school bus

For some reason, i saw a few stories where everyone knew what polio is and how it works, which i felt it wouldn't be realistic, so that won't happen here

It has a lot of paranormal stuff

The summer camp by the Weaver's property is closed and has been like that for a few years now

Just Mary and James call the twins Changelings, the rest of the city knows there are "changelings" walking around, just, not that the twins are them

There's no changelings, they think there is, but in reality it's just a curse(like that's something lighter than a demon switched with a child at birth)

The song that helps me get in the mood of this story when I'm writing is "Far too young to die" by Panic! At the disco

Timas Weaver:

Tim is 12, he'll be 13 in...approximately 3 months

He was born December 30th 2001 and is the oldest between him and Tom

He's almost an inch shorter than Tom

He has a huge burn scar! It goes from a bit more than half of his chest, both his arms, his palms and his whole neck, he got that scar when he was 3 years old

He's does not have asthma, but he does have extreme pyrophobia on it's place

He has flat affect, his face doesn't match his emotions/he looks serious most of the time(I'm so sorry if I don't portrait it right! Please give me constructive criticism if I do something wrong here!)

He's a theater kid and would be quoting a lot of musicals if Mary didn't isolate him and Tom from the world(The theater part only exists because of his and Tom's masks)

The whittling thing exists here, but like, it won't be of much importance to the story, the knife will! But not the whittle part

He despises spiders and it's Tom's fault!

He climbs trees (there's not much I can say here to be honest)

He has this...i don't know if you can call it a quirk, but, he tends to tilt his head to the left, it's kinda random

He's ambidextrous, was left handed, but Mary forced him to learn to use his right hand

He teached himself how to throw knifes...don't mess with him

Paranoia!

Needs therapy

Tomathy Weaver:

Tom is 12 and will be 13 in approximately 3 months

He was born December 30th 2001 and is the youngest between him and Tim

He's almost an inch taller than Tim

He doesn't have Polio now, he did when he was...around 5 years old

His left leg is bigger than his right one, his right feet reaches his left ankle

His left ankle is paralyzed, that's why he uses a leg brace

He's claustrophobic, he developed that on the same day Tim got his scar and pyrophobia

He won first place on a spelling bee before he got Polio and he used to spell when he got anxious, but after John's disappearence he started shuddering, shaking and cracking his joints instead, very similar to how he shudders on the game

He loves spiders!

He is really flexible, but, because of his polio, he can't play around with it anymore

He likes to draw

He has pretty bad scoliosis

Paranoia #2!

Socially awkward baby

Went to therapy when little, needs to go back

Caleb Weaver:

Caleb is 9 years old

He was born August 19th 2005

He's almost the same height as Timas

He was a year old when Tom had polio

He's actually James' kid, not John's

He won first place in 2014's(the year the story happens) county track meet

He dislikes Tim

Lillian Weaver:

Lillian is 5 years old

She was born February 28th 2009

She's a bit tall for her age

She's notorious for making little deals between her and her siblings, like helping them get away with something in exchange of something(getting her out of class during their recess, buying a new plushy, etc.)

She's a really curious and affectionate kid, loves hugs, kisses and especially being picked on someone's lap

She loves bunnies(even tho this isn't a surprise)

Benjamin Weaver:

Benjamin is 14 years old and will be 15 in less then a month

He was born October 24th 1999

He's just really tall compared to the twins (it's kinda funny, Tim and Tom are 4 years older than Caleb, but they are just an inch taller than him)

He's really religious and prays a lot for his siblings' health and safety

He's been trying to take care of Tom after John's disappearence, since Mary doesn't do it, much the opposite, she hides Tom's medicines on purpose

Mary Weaver:

I didn't give her neither an age nor a birthday...i probably need to do that

She had an affair with James, when the twins were 4 and Benny was 6, Caleb was born from this affair

She doesn't hit any of her kids, but she does neglect most of them

On the nights between Saturday and Sunday, she doesn't sleep, she spends this time praying with a candle, then, before they go to church, she writes everything that happened that night on her diary

She has a lot of diaries, she keeps them in the attic

She's a little bitch(i don't know what else to say about her)

Pastor James McAlroy:

James also doesn't have an age nor birthday (i only have the Weaver kids and Sam's birthdays)

He won't appear much, but he does have a big role on the story

He's Caleb's biological dad(i mentioned that like 3 times already)

He tried doing a "honest-to-god exorcism" on the twins, it was just a cover for an attempt of murder

He's a toxic little shit(there's not much I can say about him)

Samuel Burton:

Sam is 12 years old and will be 13 in less than a month

He was born in October 2nd 2001

Him and Travis are Brothers on their mom's part

He's cousin with the Weavers, minus Caleb, they just don't know each other

He can be just as smug as Travis sometimes

He absolutely hates going on ghost hunting, he thinks it's dumb

He has long hair and freckles all over his body

He's just too lazy to tie his own shoes

He's the only one that remembers to bring a backpack when ghost hunting

While Travis is the camera man, he's the flashlight guy

Travis Burton:

Travis is 15 years old and i don't have a birthday for him, well, he would be born in 1999 just like Benny

He doesn't like wearing glasses, but doesn't have other choice, he either doesn't take proper care of his lenses and gets his eyes irritated or he just lost them

He's the face of his and Duncan's channel

He tries to drag Sam to be part of the channel, but he doesn't really want to be part of it

He cusses way too much

He's brave, only because he goes face first into danger without thinking

Duncan:

Duncan is 15 and would also be born in 1999

Big ass coward, sends Travis and Sam to go investigate on his place every fucking time

Entitled as fuck

The "brain" behind his and Travis' channel

He's suspiciously good on researching, he'll find the most unexpected things about you

He's a little shit as well

...i think that's it! Now i can go continue the first chapter and maybe finish it soon

#wick (2015) #travis burton #wick hellbent games #tom weaver #tim weaver #caleb Weaver #lillian weaver #benny weaver #mary weaver #sam #duncan #wick #modern au #wick au

[anonymousdisaster]

Relax

A/N: once again, I wrote this when I was, what, ten? So, like... don't judge. Or do, I don't really care, actually. Gif isn't mine, y'all should know that. Also, this was originally meant to be posted on my other account, @thewalkingimagines , but, you know, cause I'm stupid, I accidentally posted it on here instead, and I'm too lazy to redo all of this stuffs and repost it over there. Anyway.

Genre: general fluff, but it starts out kinda angsty

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x non gender specific!reader

Description: Steve comes back from a bad mission, and the reader (with powers similar to Jasper from Twilight) has to help him relax.

1942 words without A/N

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He hadn't been able to save all of them. He should have been able to save all of them. There had been children, *babies* even. And he hadn't been able to save them. He hadn't been able to get them all out of the building in time.

It had been a very long, and very hard mission. He had known it would be from the start, but he hadn't realized just how mentally damaging it couldn't been. He could still hear the screams of the victims still trapped inside of the burning building that he should've been able to save.

All he could think about was the people who had lost their lives, and the people who had lost loved ones, as he trudged into the elevator that would take him to his floor of the Avengers Tower. He didn't even bother to go to the debriefing that was held after the mission, he just headed towards his room in some desperate attempt to escape his pain and grief and stress.

 As he made his first step off of the elevator on his floor, he vaguely registered someone speaking to him.

"Mistah Rogers? Are you alright? Well, no, uh, of course you're not alright. I can feel what happened. Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistah Rogers."

The sweet, slanted voice of (name) (last name) broke through the somber fog that had seemed to wrap itself around his mind. He usually rather enjoyed the empath's ramblings, but right now their reading his emotions was not good. He had to keep up his hero façade, if he didn't, he might as well be walking away from himself. So in an attempt to get away from them, he just grunted and kept walking.

"Mistah Rogers? Hey, did you hear me?"

'Just go away, kid,' he thought to himself. He felt his emotional support beams snap just a moment before he rounded on the empath.

"You know, for somebody who has the literal ability to read peoples feelings and emotions, you sure can't tell when your presence isn't wanted, can you?!" He growled, his voice dangerously low. He didn't mean that, of course, he just couldn't deal with people right now. He saw a flash of hurt cut across their eyes at his words, but it quickly demolished and reformed into some odd form of understanding.

"Oh I'm... I'm sorry–I'll, uh, I'll just g-go now," they replied in a stuttered mumble, before scurrying towards the elevator. As he watched their heel disappear behind the metal doors, he almost reached out to tell them he didn't mean it; but the door was too fast, and before the words could escape his lips, the (your hair color) haired empath was gone from sight.

He let out an irritated sigh and ran a hand over his face, before about-facing, and continuing the trech to his room.

The second he kicked the door closed behind him, he was taking off his clothing and slipping into a pair of baggy sweat pants, and belly-flopping down onto his too-soft bed.

He just laid there a moment, feeling himself slip into that beautifully fuzzy haze of not-full-consciousness and not full sleep. Focusing on that and not the ache in his shoulders and back or the sound of screaming that still reverberating in his mind was probably why he didn't notice the soft knock that came to his door, or the click of the hinges as it was pushed open slightly to reveal the same (hair color) haired, (eye color) eyed person that he had nearly shouted at in the hallway only a few moments before. He should have been ashamed of his lack of vigilance, but in all honestly, thinking back on it later he would probably be glad he hadn't.

The empath carried a small bag that held several different items in it. Most of which Steve would deny ever using if he was ever asked outright. Everything from essential oils to lavender scented bath soaps were held in that bag.

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They knew that Stevens previous explosion was not really aimed at them, he was only stressed and in desperate need of some well deserved R&R. They also knew that what they were about to do could get them yelled at by the super soldier, but they couldn't not help him. Part of being an empath was feeling someone else's pain as if it were one's own, and right now, all the pain and anger and grief that he felt was also within them. So their doing this for him was to help them almost as much.

Hesitantly, they reached out a trembling hand and placed it upon his bare sholder. At the initial contact he stiffened and sharply inhaled, but, as they released some of their power, he imediately began to calm down.

Another part of their power was the ability to manipulate other peoples emotions. It may not have been the coolest power, but, in times like this, they found it rather useful.

They removed their hand from his sholder just long enough to rub some essential oils and lotions onto their hands, before replacing them on his sholder and softly beginning to massage away the tension. His muscles were still so wound up from the mission that it took them a few moments to get through to his sore flesh, but the moment they did, he let out a small breathy groan that brought a small smile to their lips.

They worked their way all the way across his broad shoulders, and then down his back, all the way to the band of his low-riding sweatpants and back up to repeat the motion again in backwards order. Switching between soft kneading and harder circles with the heel of their small hand, continuing for the better part of an hour until his muscles were back to their previous limber flexibility.

They had noted some twenty minutes before that his groans and sighs of apriciation had morphed into soft snores and the rapid flow of rabid emotions that had cut though his consciousness before were now down to a minimum.

'Good,' they thought, 'its working.'

But now that they needed him to move, it could be possibly problematic. Gently, they moved up to his face and gingerly placed a pale hand upon it, shaking him slightly to wake him and whispered quietly.

"Hey, Mistah Rogers... he, I need you to roll over for me... Do you think you can, love?"

His beautiful blue eyes opened just a slit to see their face and he let out a rather loud, gutteral moan as he pushed himself to roll onto his back, his tired muscles not quite awake enough to push himself up with much grace, as he just kind of flopped over, one arm layed across his abdomen the other still trapped under his body. They gently pulled his arm from under his body, and layed the other straight beside him, before re-applying more lotions and returning to message his front side.

Again, they started at one shoulder and worked their way across to the other, then worked their way down his chest and stomach, then back up before going to his bicep and massaging down his arm, all the way to his hand, going back up, then repeating the action with his other arm.

They left him for a moment to go to his bathroom and start the bath. Taking the correct products from their bag, they began pouring in generous amounts of bath salts and bubbles as it filled.

They quickly went back into his bedroom and softly shook him back awake, careful not to be too harsh.

"Hey, there, Mistah Rogers, come on, I've got a bath running for you."

His eyes opened ever so slightly yet again to take in their face, and process what the (eye colored) eyed empath had said. With a groan, he pushed himself to a sitting position, and allowed them to pull him into the bathroom. Once there, they turned to him expectantly before blushing heavily and turning their back to him so he could slip out of his sweats. He was far too tired to be very embarrassed at the happenings as he gingerly climbed into the bath, using the bubbles as a sort of blanket to hide his, heh, "intimate area" from view.

As soon as they knew he was covered decently, they turned back with a washcloth and poured some soap onto it, scrubbing the foam into the rag to make it sudsy.

They bent and sat on their knees at the side of the tub, leaning forward and not hesitating to begin washing him with the utmost care.

~~~~~~~

The feeling of their rag covered hand scouring over his body gave him chills, he hadn't felt so well taken care of like this since before the serum, when his oldest freind would take care of him when he was sick. And, as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. To be vulnerable to someone like this had an almost orgasmic quality to it. He let his head drop back onto the edge of the tub and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax against their adept hands as they swept his body.

He felt the soft rag cross his shoulders, then down his arms, then accros his toned stomache, stopping before their hands dipped bellow the belt line and went down his legs, all the way down to his feet.

He felt as their unclothed hand moved down his arm and gently grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand above the waters bubbly surface and setting the wash rag in his hand. Wordlessly, they gestured to his groin area, asking him to wash himself while they left to get some dry towels.

He did as they had silently asked, and they returned quickly with two large, fluffy, white towels to dry him with. The empath helped him stand and step out of the bathtub, handing him one of the towels to dry his front while they patted dry his back.

He stood as still as he could on limbs that felt like jeletin as they finished drying him and helped him back into his sweat pants. Leading him back to his bed. They pulled back the bed spread and helped him lie down in a comfortable position.

They stayed like that for a few moment, just watching eachother, before (name) smiled a small smile, squeezed his hand, and turned to leave.

But their hand didn't leave his.

He held them back until they looked back down at him with curious  eyes.

"Thank you," they said simply. "and... call me Steve."

Their answer was just a kind smile and another soft squeeze to his hand. They tried yet again to move away from him, but again was stopped by him not releasing their hand. A small blush creaped onto his cheeks as he asked quietly:

"Would you, uh, would, would you mind staying with me, for tonight?" He quietly questioned.

Yet again their responding smile answered his question as they crawled down into the bed beside him. He turned towards the empath and they pulled him towards them, resting his head on their chest and reaching up to toy with his still slightly wet blonde hair.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep in their embrace, and not much longer for them to follow suit. Their hand still buried in his soft hair.

Let's just say that it was the best night of sleep either of them had had in a very long time.

#Captain america x nonbinary reader #Fluff #Cute #Cuddling #I like cuddling #Okay? #Fight me #Hurt/comfort #Captain amarica x reader #Steve rogers x nonbinary reader #Steve rogers x reader

[canaryatlaw]

okay, well today was fine. I had my alarm set for 9:45, but I kept waking up in like every twenty minutes from like 8, so that was annoying, but oh well. first thing I did (after checking for a vaccine appointment) was get in the shower since that's what the test people wanted me to do. I rarely shower in the morning, mostly because I want to maximize the time I get to sleep, but also its part of my nightly routine and I'm happy with that. So yeah, shower, uber to Evanston, since apparently none of the neurologists have offices in the city, only surrounding suburbs. ugh. but I got there in perfect time (as in right at the 15 minutes before they wanted you to show up). got called back not too much later, got all hooked and everything, and they told me that the first part of the test (I think it' called an EMG if you wondering) was like a series of electrical shocks at different parts on my leg, and then the next one involved like sticking needles into the muscle trying to figure what's happening there. I'm generally pretty good with needles, I've had a lot of blood drawn and for a like two year period I was giving myself daily allergy shots, so I was pretty comfortable with it then at least. so the electric shock thing would send out one pulse, and do another that's harder, and so on, needless to say it was not a fun time. The nurse (or other medical assistance worker) did the first part, and then she was sending in the actual doctor for the second part of the test. A few minutes later the doctor came, and she was reviewing the results from the first test and started asking questions, and said she doesn't think we should have to do the second part of the test based on the results of the first, so that was a relief. One of the questions she kind of asked out of nowhere was that if I was flexible, and I said yes, I can stick my feet behind my head lol. so we then had a conversation about hypermobility which has never really been thought about this whole situation, but I don't fit all the symptoms of ehler-danlos, like I can't like dislocate my joints and them put them back or anything like that, but one symptom was early onset back pain that can't be explained by another cause, and I was like oh yeah that sounds like my life right there lol. but yeah, she's going to pass the info onto the neurologist I've been working with (I've technically been through three now and might be getting referred to a fourth one, but it's another healthcare system so I don't know if my insurance will cover it). and yeah, went home from there ate rest of the cereal I didn't finish this morning, and just lounged around for a bit listening to some podcasts, and then I decided I wanted to take a nap, and I convinced kitty to come sleep next to me and it was very, very cute. I woke up around 4:30 pm and got up, preparing random things and of course still craving pizza, so I caved and put an order into jets- normally I would strongly object buying pizza from a chain, but they actually manage to do a decent NY style crust which is the best I've found out here, so they're normally my go to. I wanted to be a little creative though, so I tried their detroit style pizza. I've only had detroit style pizza from one place before, a little food market set up with different vendors selling food. It didn't happen to be very far from our law school building, so if we had some time to kill we'd go there and get it, and it was very good. so I ordered and they arrived, I can't say it's quite as good as the others I've had (I think it might have to deal with feeling like the crust is too sweet? idk) but it was still very delicious so that's what matters. So I ate pizza and wanted the two 9-1-1 shows (since they decided one wasn't enough 😂) but they're always fun, then I just left the 9 pm fox news on while not really pay attention to it. Tumblrs apparently cutting me off but I'll post part 2 as soon as I finish with it.

#daily journal #March 2021

[inappropriate-skeletons-blog]

So I'm thinking, as my request, uf papyrus punishing reader for cumming without permission, you're at his feet apologizing but he won't have it. he's using you like a footstool now and you've got vibrators in and on ur cunt, cumming over and over again since you love orgasms so much and have no discipline. you're a dripping mess and he couldn't care less, that is until he can't take watching u squirm and finally decides to bend u over and fuck you like the whore you are~ Hope u like that ideaðŸ˜­í ½

Hey dude! Sorry this took so long I had actually completed your request on Thursday but lost my save file on my laptop. I never use it but I wanted this to be good. I’ll just stick to using my memo pad.. Anyway, I do like how this turned out and I always adored Papyrus being some perverted freak because it resonates with my soul.I hope it feels the same for you. Reader/UF!Papyrus TW:Dubious Consent, Bondage, Mentions of Abuse Let me know if there are other triggers I should tag.

The work of living day by day in the Underground filled many souls with the need for new events. This in turn bred new plans and ideas to fight the dirt settling on their brains numbing them to the rush of adrenalin they need. The Royal Guard represented everything a monster was meant to be. Everything they do is precise and methodical with a strict rebuttal for failure. They were feared and venerated but most of all they were hated. None more so than the Great and Terrible Papyrus. He has killed many monsters without hesitation. He never flinched at their screams or gnashing teeth because in their eyes he saw a deep rooted fear they would never let go of. He hated those eyes. He wanted to stop them.

Not even his closest allie, Undyne the Undying, knew of his limitations. The sadness he would write in his journals at home in Snowdin. The loneliness that tugged at his very soul and played the strings like a harp. It burned him so and yet he could never change this. Change meant certain death for him and his brother. Everyday passes with a new way to wound but only one way to kill. He didn’t kill often but he wounded plenty. He sent children home blinded by a throwing bone. He cut tails from puppies just because a lesser dog made a simple error. This cycle forced Papyrus to find new ways to hurt and scar others.

He needed to keep up appearances but he was sick of it. Not even his own brother would understand. Unlike every monster there was a secret he kept locked away in his shed. A secret he found bleeding out deep in the forest. At first he had imagined it was dead but it took one painful breath that rocked its entire body. Whatever had done this was incapable of killing you off. Or perhaps believed humans to be weak. Seeing you half dead and buried in snow filled him with something new. The beating of his soul hammered away inside of him. A rush of magic ran through his bones and he knew right then that you were what he needed. You were the answer to his problems. He took you home and healed you before submitting you to unjust conditioning.

It was not long until you learned what he wanted and how he wanted it done. Your entire existence was waiting for Papyrus to return home to see you and you were often genuinely excited to see him. You had learned early that it was either him or no one. Papyrus had returned early today and he seemed particularly excited to see you. He held a small velvety bag in his phalanges. You could see small spikes straining against the bag. You watched as it dangled from his index finger and swung as he strode past you.

You followed after him feeling a little curious about what he had in that bag. Despite the abuse you had grown fond of this monster. All apart of his training but you were led to believe you were content. You watched closely as he opened the top. The strings of slid soundlessly open for him. Papyrus reached inside and picked up the spiky object. It was a bright purple toy tucked inside a silicone casing. The silicone was shaped with many small spikes. A small wire extended from the toy and ended with a small rounded piece. You started with furrowed brows as Papyrus let the bag slip from his hold.

Taking you by the arm he guided you over to your ‘bed’ he had set up not long after you came here. It was a wooden table with a bump in the middle. You prepared yourself for what was to come. He let go of your arm letting you get on to the table. You sat patiently waiting. He walked around the side, you laid down on the bump. You back was kept at an arch as your legs dangled from the table. As you settled into position Papyrus put your wrists through leather straps binding your hands together. He took his time walking toward the other end of the table. His eyes stayed on you eyeing you with lust and excitement.

Like always you saw the emotions behind that look. The want of pure control and the need for release. And within all this a sadness lurked in a place you will never reach. You were pulled from your thoughts as Papyrus cupped the bottom of your thigh and pushed it towards your chest. He grabbed a longer strap and wrapped it around your thigh before securing it through a buckle. He did the same for your other leg.

You’ve spent many nights in the same position as now. Your legs were held apart by leather that dug and pinched your skin whenever you moved. Your wrists were often left cut up and scarred and it never healed quite right. In this position you couldn’t fight him off of you. Papyrus was now bent over you grinding his pubis against your cunt. His bones followed the curves of your body slipping under your tattered sweater. The sweater was pulled and tucked under your chin. You shivered as your nipples were exposed to the cold air in the shed.

Papyrus was never the one for foreplay. He pulled away from you leaving you unsatisfied. You whined in discomfort as you wanted to feel him close to you. Papyrus placed the toy against your vulva and slowly dragged it down towards your clit. A spike flicked your clit but was quickly gone. You tried to peek over your crumpled sweater but of course saw nothing. The toy was pressing against your vagina now. The spikes weren’t as flexible as would have imagined. The gentle pushing caused the spikes to strain but keep it’s stiff shape.

Papyrus pressed a button turning on the small vibrator. Your back arched causing you to cringe. You lowered yourself back onto the bump as Papyrus teased your hole with the toy. He slowly pushed it inside of you for just a few seconds before slowly dragging it back out. The smaller studs at the top pressed against your walls. Your head rolled side to side when he pulled it out from you again. You had no time to react as he pushed the entire toy inside of your cunt. Caught by surprise you started with a squeal and ended with a breathy moan. The spiked pressed against your walls straining to keep its shape. Your rolled your hips and bucked wanting desperately for friction.

Papyrus turned the dial a bit higher. Your core tightened at the new sensation. A familiar feeling was building up inside of you as you bucked your hips. Your vagina tightened around the toy as you strained against your binding. Papyrus was staring at your face caught up in the look of pain as you came around the toy. Your breathing was labored and your back began to hurt from the bump. Papyrus was still staring at your face.

You whined and pulled weakly at the strap. Papyrus seemed to come to and looked down at your cunt. It was beginning to turn red around your outer labia. Your clit was left unbothered by the events. Cum dripped from your hole from the toy that was slipping out from you. It took a moment for him to compose himself. Papyrus placed a hand on your inner thigh. You winced your lower parts feeling a bit tender.

“I don’t recall letting you cum.” His voice was low and dangerous. You said nothing but waited. Papyrus has hurt you over small things before and each time was the last time you made those mistakes. You weren’t sure what he would do to you over this. You waited on baited breath. You nearly cried when he pushed the toy back inside of you. The small rounded piece you saw before was taped to your clit. You whined but Papyrus punched your stomach forcing you to be silent. Your muscles tensed from the impact. You swallowed your cries of pain as the spikes dug into your walls.

Papyrus turned the dial once again. He pulled up an olden wooden chair and sat down. He watched was your once exotic movements were overtaken with slight pain. Your hips rolled jerkily and your back arched painfully as your head pressed against the table. You pulled against the leather binds as the vibrator was turned up a bit more. He watched as you squirmed on the table trying to find a way to fix the pain. Papyrus quirked a brow as you came a second time. You groaned as your legs now shook from the pressure.

He pressed a button right above the dial to turn on the vibrator taped to your clit. He crossed his legs and watched as you choked on your words. Your thrashing only made him turn the vibrator up. You moaned and bucked your hips like the filthy human you are. He watched as you came once again. He was growing restless from hearing your needy moans of pain.

Papyrus walked over to where you lay. The chair fell backwards but you had little time to wonder what that meant for you. You screamed as he pushed his dick inside of you. You felt the toy being pushed deeper inside of you. Instead of it reaching your cervix Papyrus instead uses his ecto-penis to absorb it. He gave you no time to recover from your panic before he started to thrust.

Papyrus dug his phalanges into your inner thighs forcing your legs further apart as he slammed inside of you. You were filthy just by nature but Papyrus knew that he was even filthier. What monster would fuck a human like this? The thought felt deeply satisfying as he reached for your neck. He wanted to see you choke. Papyrus squeezed your throat as he picked up the pace. He felt disgusting and vile but it pushed further and further to the edge. He stared at your face as you sputtered and coughed twisting underneath him like a worm. He couldn’t hold off anymore. He watched as your eyes rolled back into your head as he let his cum fill your vagina.

Papyrus released his grip on your throat and watched as you struggle to catch your breath. Eventually you do and Papyrus slowly pulls out of you. Cum flows from your abused cunt as the toy slides out and onto the floor. Papyrus watches as it drips from you. The rounded vibrator had come undone from your clit. He stared at the mess he had made and can find only morbid fascination with the human body and its limits.