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porcalinecunt · 7 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍 — 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — dom!baraka. sub!reader. ftm!reader. monsterfucking. general teratophillia. size kink. belly bulge. breeding. wall sex. public sex. dacryphillia(?).

an: i wonder if there’s any other baraka whores out there, since there’s literally nothing for him on here ;-;. anyways, he was perfect for this entry (besides syzoth) so please enjoy! especially since i finished this before midnight. 🫶🏼

“The disease is not easily gotten, but you can’t risk more exposure.”

Baraka’s own words, and they couldn’t be any more true. Tarkat is an entity of it’s own, slowly killing it’s victims and cruelly keeping the unlucky alive. Sadly enough, he would be one of them.

Despite Mileena’s rule, Tarkatens still had a long road ahead of them. There was still no cure to the illness, meaning Baraka and the rest of his colony had to hang on a little longer until hope finally reaches them. At least, he wasn’t alone.

Warnings, obvious or not, didn’t stop you from seeing him. You knew too well what would happen if you were to catch the dreaded disease, even the potential fate it had in store for you. But the heart wants what it wants, and it will always get it.

Admittedly, Baraka felt the same even if he didn’t want to admit it. There was something so heartwarming that a little human would still adore him despite the monstrous appearance he had. How you’d kiss his large teeth and nose or nibble on his pointed ears. The way you had to go on your toes to reach him for a hug made his decaying heart melt.

Although, you couldn’t help but allow your mind to wander. The mind creating fantasies that everyone would deem you crazy for. Baraka was a gentle one, but his size would state otherwise.

You should know, finding yourself pressed against the stone wall of an isolated area in the colony. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you gripped his biceps which were larger then your head. Baraka covered your mouth, preventing anyone else hearing your mewls and sobs that tore through your throat as you slowly took his cock. Your body shook violently, as he filled you inch by inch.

“B-Baraka!—‘s too big! too much!”

You whined, feeling his dick hit your cervix already in your abused cunt. Baraka growled, not used to the foreign feeling of his lover’s cunt squeezing around his shaft. It felt too fucking good to be real. He lifted you up by the hips, only to slam you back down onto him. He was essentially fucking his cock in you like a ragdoll, watching your head bobbing around and your eyes rolled back till they were white. Incoherent babbles went straight to the Tarkatan’s dick, as he let out low growls and praises.

“Yes, yes..just like—that..!”

It was all he could muster, increasing his pace. You grew louder and louder, staring down at the sight below you. A large bulge in your womb, disappearing as he filled it with his length before coming back and molding it’s shape into you. You clenched, almost cumming at the sight of it.

“Baraka, ‘m close..can’t wait ‘nymore..”

Your words slurred to the point of gibberish, as Baraka abruptly stopped. Before you could protest, he laid you down on the warm sand and lifted your hips up. Like before, he pulled you onto his cock and wildly fucked you like an animal in heat. His movement became sloppy, indicating he was close.

“Please, let me claim you for myself, y/n.”

His raspy and inhumane voice became gentle, even if it wasn’t obvious. Despite the way he fucks, Baraka couldn’t ever hurt you during sex. He sees it as a way of lovers, the most vulnerable and intimate moments together. Especially for him.

You nodded eagerly, wanting to be with the Tarkaten till the day the damned illness took him or both of you at once. It’s not the happiest ending, but it’s one better then being Shang Tsung’s lab rats.

With a couple more sloppy thrusts, Baraka painted your walls white while you coated his cock with your cum. A drawn out whine filled your ears, as your body shook violently until your back slumped onto the sandy ground. While catching your breath, Baraka pulled himself out and watched the mess he made in your pussy. The buldge slowly sunk in as globs of cum spilled out of you, seemingly never ending.

You chuckled, supporting yourself on your elbows to give him a kiss on his toothy mouth, a move that caught him off gaurd but quickly returned by licking your cheek, making you giggle.

Tarkat or not, Baraka is Baraka. Nothing would’ve ever torn you away from him, even if it killed you.

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jabberwick · 11 months

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kith

Jumpscares you with a wyrm smooch. Merlin doesn’t mind whether Jack is wyrm or person shaped. He thinks he’s pretty cute however he chooses to look.

#both he/they pronouns #jack speaks with a frontal lisp #so he really does say “kith”#tw kissing #tw teratophilia #i think thats what this technically is anyway #hoo boy #im very sorry if you hate it #but also let the wyrm have a husband

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potatobugxo · 1 year

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Ink demon alphabet NSFW?👀👉👈

my time has cum i mean come

writing this in a public library kdsjg

warnings: teratophilia, size kink, voice kink, biting, slight degradation, basically everything n/sfw

A = Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

absolute. cuddle. monster. bendy is already a cuddler as it is and after making you his, he’s gonna keep you safely wrapped up in his arms and clean you with his tongue.

B = Body part(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

bendy’s favorite body part of his own are his hands. they’re huge and are used for tearing his enemies to shreds.

his favorite body part on yours are your hands as well. they’re so small and soft compared to his, and you use them to pet and cup his face so you can give him kisses.

C = Cum(anything to do with cum, basically)

the ink demon’s cum is thick and inky i mean what did you expect. it comes out in thick ropes and doesn’t stop until he allows it to.

D = Dirty secret(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he fricking, loves getting you all hot and bothered just by his voice alone. he could be absolutely nowhere in the proximity you’re in, creeping in the shadows, and yet his deep voice can be heard echoing in your ears, telling you how much of a slut you are for him, asks you to tell him how much you love him and what his voice does to you

E = Experience(how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

the ink demon has absolutely no experience in the field of intimacy. he’s been confined all his life in the ruthless cycle of misery, and of course no one wanted to give him any love, let alone attempt to do it with him. he’s used to no physical contact whatsoever so you’re the first.

F = Favorite position(this goes without saying)

too scared to put a visual reference bc i dont want this post taken down dnfgbsr

bendy will hold you like you’re a fleshlight ok, you’re so smol compared to him he can just hold you with one or both hands and just go at it (if you’re ok with that ofc djsglgdkf)

G = Goofy(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

bendy has absolutely no idea how to be goofy in any way. though he’s not really serious during the moment either he’s just... extremely feral

H = Hair(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he has no hair 💀

I = Intimacy(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

the ink demon isn’t exactly “romantic” per se, he just... displays his love for you intensely while he’s fucking you like it’s your last night in this world

J = Jack off(masturbation headcanon)

why would he bother doing it on his own when he could fill you like the soft donut you are instead

K = Kink(one or more of their kinks)

praise kink (receiving) voice kink (giving) objectification (giving) biting/marking (giving, receiving)

L = Location(favorite places to do the do)

literally anywhere, he could not care less. the floor, a random bed, the wall, an elevator, a staircase, he does not care where he has his way with you

M = Motivation(what turns them on, gets them going)

bendy kind of chooses when he gets turned on. usually what gets him riled up is when you’re being especially cute or touchy with him, or basically whenever you show him a large amount of physical affection

N = No(something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

bendy wouldn’t do anything that put you into harms way. you are precious to him and he’d never purposefully hurt you.

O = Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

oh zamn. this man is the king of oral dfjkskgdf

his tongue is like a foot long and thick and very, very bendy (heh see what i did there kjsdhfs) he can reach all your sweet spots

when it comes to you reciprocating, he just hopes he won’t rip your mouth in half, but if you can miraculously manage, he’s gonna be a drooling mess of growls

P = Pace(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depending on the situation and how you’re both feeling, bendy can go both very rough and slow and intense. when he goes faster it’s usually when he’s in a rut, though normally his thrusts are pretty slow but aggressive

Q = Quickie(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

any time he can have you, he’ll have you, it doesn’t matter to him whether it’s quick or long and drawn out.

R = Risk(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

define risk

S = Stamina(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

the AUDACITY to ask this question dkldgfdnsf

bendy will go for as many rounds as your body can handle, ‘nough said

T = Toys(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

bendy has no concept of toys whatsoever, good luck introducing and explaining them to him

U = Unfair(how much they like to tease)

bendy doesn’t tease much at all. he believes in fairness amongst both of you and he wouldn’t want to be teased in return so he wouldn’t do it to you

V = Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

the ink demon can be rather loud when he’s fucking you. he makes a lot of growls and snarls if he’s going faster and rougher, though when he goes slower (for your sake) it’s a lot of low grumbles and purrs

W = Wild card(a random headcanon for the character)

despite the ink demon’s relatively controlled sex drive, he does go into ruts (no logical explanation as to why, yet again, does any of this truly make sense)

X = X-ray(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

non existent clothes ahem

the ink demon’s cock can shapeshift. it has a limit, of course, but he can mutate and transform it however he pleases (or whatever will please you kjsdhf) usually it takes the form of a tentacle or long appendage with a round tip. its got veins running along the sides too kjdsfjvn

Y = Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

not very high, surprisingly. he can control when he’s in the mood and usually decides when he wants to make love with you (unless he’s in a rut but more on that later mkdfdg)

Z = Zzz(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

the ink demon doesn’t need sleep, however with the sheer amount of intensity in your love making sessions you’re sure to pass out pretty quickly, and he’ll nuzzle and purr to you to help you fall asleep in his arms.

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #ink bendy x reader #tw n/sfw #tw teratophilia

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killemwithkawaii · 1 year

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Oh no now I’m thinking about sex with merman sal 😩💕 tucked away in a secret cove, halfway in the sun-warmed waters….oh but I can only imagine a land-dweller’s hand would be SO much warmer…gently rubbing your fingertips over that special slit until his cock starts to peek out 💕 so much longer than a human’s…maybe even prehensile/tentacle like so he doesn’t have to move his body to fuck you, he can just wrap his arms and tail tight around your body to hold you as close as possible

I forgot about mer!sal for a hot minute but now I remember so thank you and enjoy UwU 👌💕💦

Sex with Mer!Sal-

[CW: NSFW lemon/grapefruit, teratophilia, unsanitary, unprotected sex, reader is AFAB with neutral pronouns, readers body is referred to as ‘exotic’ because they’re a human getting fucked by a merman and this is all new to him but he’s very, very into it]

>I originally imagined Mer!Sal hanging out under the docks on the lake a lot (where he looks for food, searches for trinkets and observes the humans that come to the lake from beneath the boards) but he needs a safe place to sleep and keep his stuff (some of which needs to be kept dry). A little tucked-away cove (maybe hidden away by a thick curtain of weeping willow vines and surrounded by a steep rock face) would be absolutely perfect!

>Him taking you there would be just like him taking you to his room, and it’s a very big deal. He’s never voluntarily taken a human there before, and has gone to great lengths to discourage people from getting close to the entrance (scattering broken glass and rubbish on the beach to discourage swimmers, sticking branches in the mud at the lakebottom and hooking discarded fishing nets to them so that they’d snag the propellers of motorboats, weaving the vines hanging from the treeline so that they grew in tangled messes above the surface and make it nearly impossible to pass without cutting your way through…).

>After earning his trust over many hours of conversation through charades (and quite a few gifts of novelty trinkets and ‘exotic’ foods), he decides he wants to show you his secret hideaway. He gently tugs your arm and points to get you to swim where he leads, letting you hang onto his shoulders if you’re not great in the water, and guides you through the maze of vines until you both emerge into the half-sunned cove.

>Sal leads you to the far side of the clearing, in the warm shallows and under the protection of a mossy overhang, where he’s made himself a ‘home’. The setup is surprisingly tidy (for a creature that lives outside)- His collections of human odds-and-ends are thoughtfully displayed on the rocks and roots near the waterline he uses as shelving, including some old beach toys, pool floaties, jewelry, coins, shiny metal scraps, flashy fishing lures, and various other discarded items he’s gathered off the beach and from the bottom of the lake, but most of the things he's collected are carefully sorted and stored in coolers and tackle boxes for safe-keeping (of course, he’s very excited to have someone to show all of this to, and you make an admittedly slightly-exaggerated show of being impressed by what some would consider a lot of meticulously-sorted trash). The centerpieces of his collection are a few lovingly macgyvered musical instruments and a beat-up boom box (both of which he plays to try to impress you).

>He also makes a point to show you that he’d fashioned himself a surprisingly comfy looking daybed inside an abandoned row boat, using life jackets and beach towels as cushions. You’d seen him comfortably sunning himself and snoozing on rocks and fallen logs plenty of times, so you’re not really sure why he’d go through the trouble of putting together a ‘bed’, until you remember that time you stood from the dock and commented that your butt was a little sore from sitting on the wood for so long, only for Sal to swim away and come back a few minutes later with a few (soggy) towels for you to sit on…

>You point to him, then to the ‘bed’, then to yourself. “Did you make this for me?” He sinks a little lower into the water and nods, bringing his webbed hands above the surface. He held one hand flat and hung two fingers of the other over the side to mime the act of sitting on a platform, bobbing and sliding the sign so it was clear there were two figures sitting together, then pointing to you, then at himself, then to the ‘bed’, and finally pressed his hand into the ‘cushion’ to show it was soft. “I made it for the two of us to sit together comfortably.” You smile at him and waste no time climbing right in to try it out. He follows and settles in next to you, the boat rocking a little on the water with the weight shift.

>When you’d first arrived, he’d seemed very sure of himself, like 'look at all my cool stuff aren't you so impressed?' but he got visibly nervous and fidgety when you were finally in the ‘bed’ he’d made for you to share. He kept a respectful distance, his ears fluttering ever so slightly when he glanced in your direction and saw you were staring at him and not the view of the cove like he’d expected. Realizing you’d probably have to make the next move, you stretch out on the ‘bed’, closing the gap between you by slowly twirling a lock of his wet, blue hair around your finger for a minute. He was frozen until you turned and threw a leg over what could be considered his lap and nuzzled into his neck, dragging your nose and lips against the frills of his gill slits. You could tell he was starting to lose his shit by the way his fins were bristling and his tail kept flicking back and forth along the surface of the lake, but he still managed to put his arm over your shoulder and gingerly take your hand from his hair to guide it to his chest, signaling he wanted more contact, and then pressed his cold, uneven lips to yours, just like you’d taught him. (He didn’t know what kissing was before you showed him, but he was very impressed once you’d given him a demonstration.)

>From there, neither of you would knew what the fuck you were doing. While you both trusted each other, you figured you’d kind of have take the lead the first time, since he always seemed to be afraid he would scare or hurt you by accident. It was all very exploratory- feeling him all over, learning the different textures of his scales, noting what touches made his gills flutter open or made his ears perk up. Your hands were so warm and relaxing, gliding up and down his cool body… he ended up lying back and letting you do as you please- until you found the now-swollen slit between his dorsal fins and started giving it light, experimental presses.

>That makes him sit up on his elbows, but he doesn’t stop you- he just watches slack-jawed, his good eye half-closed, as your fingertips run up and down the opening, which was gradually parting and becoming slicker by the minute. As gently as possible, you put your fingers on either side of his slit and pull them apart, allowing a purplish, finger-tip sized nub to peek through. You couldn’t help but think it looked kind of cute… You barely grazed over it with your palm, and his gills flared open as he gasped at the touch. A few slow clicks escaped his open mouth, and he nodded when you looked up at him to check if what you were doing was alright. You kept going, prodding at the entrance, tracing around it, shallowly dipping your fingers in, grazing over the nub as it gradually unsheathed itself from his body and steadily swelled in size, making it very obvious to you that he was indeed a very impressive male specimen… It was exciting to see, albeit increasingly intimidating and certainly not what you would call ‘cute’ anymore. You looked from it to him and back again, biting your lip as you held eye contact and finally gave it a firm squeeze.

>He gave a sharp exhale and turned on his side toward you, carefully pressing on your shoulder so that you were lying on your back against the lifejacket cushions. He pressed his mouth to yours again and slid his clawed, webbed hand over your skin, so gently you felt the need to grab his wrist and show him that you weren’t as fragile as he thought you were. You pressed his palm firmly against your body and curled your hand over his to encourage him to take a grip of your flesh. He did, and you felt his nails dig in just enough to coax a whimper out of you. You felt him try to draw back, mistaking your sound of pleasure as one of pain, before you stuck your tongue between his sharp teeth and held fast to his wrist, keeping his hand against you, guiding him downwards and bucking your hips to signal an invitation for him to continue. Now more sure of himself, he took his time in thoroughly exploring the exotic structures of your hips and thighs and ass, his cock twitching and slick against your leg, until he finally cupped your pussy above your swimsuit and dragged a few claws along the slit. You fumbled around to remove your garments, admittedly a little clumsy now that your head was swimming, but you confidently spread your legs to reveal yourself to him once they were off. He just stared at you for a few moments, and you began to wonder if he didn’t like what he saw until he sat up to get a much closer look.

>He spread your thighs wider and shoved his face within an inch or two of your crotch, tilting his head a little, inspecting you from multiple angles with a curious look on his face. Not negative at all, just a little perplexed…

“Uh, you can…” you reached down and parted yourself with your fingers, rubbing over your clit, petting along the lips and dipping a finger inside in demonstration, “Like this…”

>You removed your hand so he could try it for himself, and the first thing he did was softly pat your pubic hair and look absolutely delighted at the texture, taking some of the curls between his fingers and playing with them. He gave some excited clicks and looked up at you, and you couldn't help but giggle a little before he really started prodding around in the same exploratory way you’d been feeling him up before. He ran his fingers and claws along your lips, repeatedly parting them and letting them close again, running his palm over your clit (much like you’d done to him), and finally, just barely letting a claw breach your entrance, once again looking at you to get the greenlight. You nodded, and he carefully put it the rest of the way in, the webbing adding an interesting additional sensation. You held up two fingers, and he added another, then you moved them back and forth, and he began to gently fingerfuck you, watching as his digits sunk in and out of you, becoming increasingly wet and warm…

>The curiosity on his face slowly morphed into hunger. He started going a little harder, a little faster, then gave an experimental twist of his wrist that made his claw graze against your g-spot and got you to thilt your head back and moan. You felt teeth dragging against you, a cold tongue on your thigh. You grabbed him by the hair and guided him to where you needed him, putting your fingers in the shape of a V and putting your tongue through when he looked up for guidance. He got the message and compiled, twisting his fingers in you and lapping at your clit. It was strange and new and fucking delicious, and it wasn’t long before your were coming around his fingers, your involuntary spasms rocking the boat. He didn’t quite know what he had done, beyond it being very enjoyable for the both of you, and you had to scoot back and lift his jaw to get him to stop and look back up at you. After catching a few breaths, you pointed to him, pointed to yourself, made a circle with the thumb and pointer finger of one hand and put the pointer finger of the other through it, and then made a ‘come hither’ motion. ‘Come up here and fuck me.’

>He scooted back up on the cushions, and you wasted no time in guiding and positioning yourself under him. His cock was (presumably) fully on display now- impressively long, thick in the middle and tapered at the head, with firm, flexible ridges along the underside, and so slick with its own thick lubrication that it left strings trailing behind and connecting it with wherever it had touched. You spread your legs, guiding it to and rubbing it against your pussy, letting him know exactly where you wanted him. Sal let out a shuddering sigh against your ear, and to your surprise, his cock pushed forward from his slit while the rest of his body stayed in place, allowing you both to watch as it gradually penetrated you. With each ‘thrust’ it went a little deeper, stretched you a little more, cold and textured and slimy, a surprisingly pleasing contrast to how hot and swollen you felt inside after having already enjoyed an orgasm from his tongue and teeth and claws.

>Once you were comfortable taking it all, he pressed his body fully against yours and brought you into a tight hug, and you wrapped your limbs around him in return. It was admittedly odd, getting fucked so deep and so thoroughly while your partner gently nuzzled his scarred face into your hair and trembled and sighed with pleasure in your arms, but it was wonderfully intimate- gentle yet rough, comforting but intense, making love in perfect privacy while simultaneously fucking like animals out in the open….

>You felt his fins and gills start to twitch and bristle like you hadn’t before, his breath coming in quick gasps and clipped patterns of clicks escaping his throat. You babbled and moaned encouragement, “Yes, come, come in me, this feels so good, please, come in me…” even if he didn’t know what the word ‘come,’ meant yet, he understood your tone, your moaning like you were doing before, and body language, your panting and clinging and grinding your hips in tandem with his thrusts, and knew that it meant you enjoyed it, and that he could continue until he was finished.

>His hold on your became extremely tight, his clicks and sighs giving way to breathy hisses and his tail slapping against the water until he arched his back and bared his pointed teeth, bellowing something between a hiss and a roar, his cock twitching and spilling an impressive amount of cool, thick come as deep inside of you as it could reach. He went slack in your arms, trilling softly and curling his tail around you, and you kissed his head and ran your hand along his back as he came down from his orgasm, his cock slowly receding from your pussy where he’d left it and back inside himself.

>You stayed like that for a while, the ‘bed’ softly rocking you and lulling him to sleep, the breeze across the sparkling water of the cove rustling the vines of the willows above you. It was so peaceful and relaxing, a beautiful view in the perfect secluded spot… you were really happy he’d decided to show you his ‘home’. You’d have to tell him so, once he woke up from his post-sex snooze. For now, you’d just enjoy the view and the feeling of his scales as you relaxed on the bed he’d made for the two of you to share. It was really comfortable, and after today, you were looking forward to spending a lot more time in it with him.... 💙

#k.e.w.k. writes #sally face fanfiction #sally face au #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #mer!sal #merman x reader #mermaid x human #tw teratophilia #tw unsanitary #lemon #grapefruit #sorry steve #Me: IM GONNA ANSWER SO MANY ASKS TODAY *spends 4 hours writing one(1) mer!sal lemon*#oh well uwu

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aboutwerewolves · 22 days

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tw: somnophilia, stalking (kind of)

Let’s talk about the monster under your bed. The monster who waits for nightfall because that is the only time he can roam around undetected. In the morning, he’s tried that, you felt paranoid, you thought he was a ghost.

He can’t have his favourite human scared of him now can he? You are the only human that doesn’t need to be afraid. He wants to hold you, touch you, love you, fuck you. He hears all your gasps in the middle of the night as your hands are between your legs.

He desperately wishes it was him drawing out these sounds from you. He desperately wants to taste that liquid sugar leaking out from your body. Sometimes he does. When you’re sound asleep, dreaming about something he crafted just so you sleep peacefully.

He devours you, but still it’s not enough. He wants to touch your soul too. But only when you consent. You’d feel so much sweeter when you’d consent.

But till then, he’ll wait patiently—watching, observing, wanting. He’s nothing if not patient.

#monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster smut #monster x human #tw monsterfucking #tw teratophilia #teratophillia #terato #monsterfucking nsft #monster x reader #monster nsft #monster bf #cnc somno

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whiskyguts · 2 months

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Silly

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lurvelybones · 6 months

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#tw teratophilia #manga art

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kinkscholar · 9 months

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Taking His Fill

minors dni please!

service top!amab!reader x power bottom!vamp!vil schoenheit | ft. monster fucking (he's a vampire), stuffing

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If you were completely honest with yourself, you weren't sure what led you to the borders of the Land of Pyroxene, or what made you cross them. (Perhaps the better question would be how did you end up there, but the thought didn't cross your mind.)

It was an eerie location, the soil beneath your shoes firm and the air cold enough to make the tip of your nose numb. While it wasn't vacant by any means — as seen by the smoke emitting from many chimneys, there was something about the atmosphere that filled you with the building tension that something was going to happen at any given moment.

By the time you entered what actually seemed like a town — the cobble path covering the ground and lights everywhere — the sun had set, making way for the moon to beam down upon the countless buildings. The town was quiet and everything seemed to blend in together. Your blind venture came with dire consequences. You had next to nothing on your person, little to no knowledge on just what was happening, and most importantly you were lost. The lack of people roaming the very clearly lit town square filled you with frustration. Rather than scream or potentially knock on the house of a resident, you seated yourself upon a wooden bench that looked over a row of stone buildings all separated by dark and seemingly empty alleyways.

Taking the opportunity to collect your thoughts, you buried your face within your hands, becoming dull to the world around you. Making it impossible for you to take note of the figure who emerged from the shadows. Even the clicking of the mysterious figure's heels against the cobble that only grew closer fell upon deaf ears. The being stopped before you, a long, pregnant pause as they merely watched your feeble attempts to calm yourself down. Eventually they grew impatient, this was clearly about to be some waste of time. As the person cleared their throat — you became painfully aware of your situation once more. Panic consumed you, sitting upright and your hands lowering to look at the person who interrupted your little moment.

Great Seven did you look. Was this even real? The person before you — the man was absolutely flawless. His blonde and purple ombré hair slicked back, black painted lips and and those fierce lavender eyes backed up with eyeshadow. his face was structured perfectly, like he'd been a greek statue turned to flesh and blood. Objectively handsome despite the icy gaze that bore into your soul.

"Are you going to continue gawking, or will I have the opportunity to introduce myself?" Even his voice was a gift from the divine. Though now you knew to close your mouth that had remained agape as you had stared at the man before you.

"You may continue." Clearing your throat, you spoke barely above a whisper as you felt your ears burn hot from embarrassment.

"Good." The blonde man seemed somewhat satisfied with your compliance, stepping closer to your seated form. "You're new, I can tell by looking at you. My name is Vil Schoenheit." This was the opposite of welcoming, yet you paid little mind. Someone so handsome took the time to come from — somewhere — to talk to you about something.

"Oh, yes.." You began after introducing yourself. You squirmed beneath his gaze, adjusting your posture and staring back into those eyes. "I'd just arrived not too long ago."

"A foolish time to arrive, no?" Vil was quick to scold you, but you remained confused.

"I'm sorry?" You didn't have much to say, in fact you were dumbfounded by this entire ordeal.

"Don't you know how dangerous Pyroxene is at night?" With the click of his tongue his eyes rolled, he was upset about something. "Yet here you are, roaming all alone. You should be grateful I stopped to help you at all." Help? Just what in the world was he on about?

"I see — Thank you..?" Your eyes wandered to your surroundings. Dangerous? You've really put yourself in a pickle now.

"Do not thank me yet. Come." His tone was demanding of you, your unyielding devotion — to blindly follow. So you did, you didn't have much of a choice, did you? Vil had turned his back to you, cape flowing as he began to walk, heels clicking against the floor with each step. You followed obediently, under the impression he was going to take you someplace to get directions, or a tavern — yet you ventured off the cobbled path with him. You could see little other than the glimmer of the gold accented his luxurious attire. Inevitably you stood before a large home. Of course it was a manor. This man was flawlessly handsome and stupid rich. You've scored — to some degree — but what brought him to take you out to his own home? Said thought plagued your mind as you were guided within the large home, and to a room you quickly realized was a dining room.

It was a strange one at that, a freakishly long table and enough chairs to seat a small army. At each end was a large, throne-like chair, velvet, red with a polished dark oak. Even the interior was breathtaking. You felt no bigger than a mouse as you turned to the man who'd so generously decided to host you. Despite how insignificant and pathetic you felt, Vil pulled one of the end chairs out, gesturing an open palm to the vacant seat. "Sit." And so you did, looking at him as you eased into the comfortable cushion.

"So what's going on?" You finally gathered the brains to question your situation which was most definitely too late. It was obvious in the way those eyes seemed to watch you with an intent you hadn't noticed before. Your mouth felt dry as he approached you at a slow pace, as if you were a cornered prey stuck beneath the looming shadow of a predator mere moments away from striking.

"The reward owed to me for helping you.. You will give it to me, yes?" He questioned, gloved fingers traced your jawline, moving slowly around your chair — circling you. As if to remind you of how helpless you were. Vil wasn't lying about the dangers at night, for the dangers were him.

Your breath hitched as your body tensed, a blush rising to your cheeks. "What type of reward do you seek?" The words slipped out softly, fearful as to what he would respond with.

"You." Oh, Great Seven. You were in for it now. All colors rose to not only your face, but immediately shot to your dick. He wanted you. This rich, handsome man wanted you.

You'd consider yourself nothing more than average, yet here you were — being circled by probably the sexist guy you've ever seen in your life and he wants you as a reward for housing you. "Okay." You spoke in such an awkward way, yet he only seemed to take such a confirmation with glee.

Vil circled one last time, standing before your chair in the gap between it and the table. His cold and almost expressionless face twisted into a tiny smile as the glint of his eyes only grew more dangerous. Was this the right choice? Panic consumed hijacked your brainwaves as your hands gripped the armrests til your knuckles turned pale. Vil only advanced upon you, his smile growing enough to make his fangs visible. Wait — fangs? This just only pieced together some parts of this messed up story, but now he was a monster in all of this, leaving you with more questions than ever.

You could barely breathe as the blonde brought himself to sit on your lap, straddling you. You were certain he could feel the bulge in your pants pressing against his crotch, yet not a single word was spoken of it. "Show me your neck." Vil was commanding, the captain of the ship in your mind. You had no right to deny him anything. Shakily, you pulled your collar down at your shoulder. The space was quickly taken over by Vil's head near the nape of your neck, the cool air of his breath blowing against the skin.

"Calm down, if you survive you won't have anything to fear any longer." How reassuring, he was great at this — wasn't he? You exhaled and closed your eyes, a verbal response would only drag this nightmare on longer. The tension that filled the air was pierced, literally in this sense, his fangs sunk into your flesh as you immediately felt blood being sucked from your body.

There was an overgrown, sexy leech feeding off of you. No fear or panic remained any longer despite the pain that burned throughout your body. Infact, you moaned softly as your hands moved to grasp his ass. Plush beneath your fingers as you gave them a squeeze — eliciting a groan from the vampire against your neck. The experience was near euphoric, your grip upon his form even tighter as you rubbed your clothed cock against him, lust clouding your mind like you were nothing more than an animal in heat. As the warmth slowly left your body you felt the urge to be inside him grow.

Vil fed and fed. You'd heard stories about how vampires sucked their victims til the point of appearing like a raisin — which you were certain was an exaggeration, not to mention Vil confirming you had a chance of survival. At least you won't look like that if you were going to live. Yet this was strange to you, wouldn't he be full by now? It had been some time, you mindlessly grinding against him as you held his ass. Surely your slowly drifting consciousness would say a thing or two — indicate he'd had enough of your blood. Was this yet another lie? Then you noticed it.

His attire was fashioned to fit perfectly to his form despite the many layers covering it, so the growing strain in his midsection spoke a million words. Vil was taking his fill alright. You weren't even mad or worried anymore, only watching as each minute that passed only seemed to bring more of a bulge to his middle. You were growing more aroused by the second by just watching this. What you were sure was a perfect form was rounding out right before you. Your mind took greatly to this information, hands quickly making work to undo the sash wrapped around his waist.

There was no doubt about it now, your half lidded eyes bearing witness to the very noticeable bump buried beneath the clothes, freed from the sash and pressing further strain to his vest. His coat having shifted to either side of his form, unable to remain closed due to the lack of sash and with just how stuffed he'd become.

You'd wished to feel greatly, to roam his body with your hands — but you felt so tired and likely your life fading as Vil had finally moved away from your neck, observing your weakened state. He didn't seem happy about how easily you'd accepted your fate. A scowl plastered on his face as he brought a gloved hand to your cheek, pinching it as some senses returned to you. "H—Huh..?" Your word choice was poor, but at least you were conscious.

"Come now, did you think I would let you off the hook that easily, human?" Vil chastised you, the hand shifting from your cheek to beneath your chin — tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "Not only am I still hungry because of you, but you've done something not one human has done before." He seemed almost amused to admit that last part, his free hand gripping one of your own and placing it against his midsection. What little blood was in your body rushed to your cheeks as they felt hot. Even through his clothes you could feel how soft the flesh was to the touch, his stomach tight from the amount of blood stored within.

"I take utmost care in my beauty, yet here you are, filling me far past the limit..." Vil's tone sounded almost like honey, only fueling your arousal further. "Unfortunately for you, I am still hungry. Your punishment will be to fill me." He spoke as if it were fact, your eyes widening slightly as you understood what he meant.

It seems a lack of fear after his feed was more so the mutual desire for you to fill him up further with your cum. Vil had removed himself from your lap, he began to remove his clothes before you before sitting on the dining table. He looked better than you imagined, toned form from head to toe, now sporting a bloated stomach. The way his hard cock pressed against the underside of his belly made you dizzy from how hard you were at the sight.

Some part of you wished you had far more blood in your body, enough to watch him push himself more and more. The fact your blood did this to him made you proud. So proud that your mind didn't register the vial filled with a liquid being held right in front of your face. "Hurry now, or I may reconsider your punishment." Your mind was lagging behind terribly.

"Right— sorry." You grasped the vial slowly, examining it for a moment. Thankfully, you knew this was lube without him needing him to scold you further despite your state being his fault. Popping the lid off, you poured some out onto your fingers, watching as Vil spread his legs before you and leaned back to expose his pretty hole.

You shuffled closer to him as you plunged two wet fingers into him. A soft moan escaped Vil as he shifted himself closer. Your fingers roamed his hole as you stretched and prepared him. The sight of Vil alone was enough to drive you mad, but the urge to fuck him made it hard to focus on anything else. He was already bothered from your fingers alone, you couldn't wait any longer to see what your cock would do to him.

After another strained moment or two of soft, barely audible noises as you scissored him had passed before you decided enough was enough. You withdrew your fingers, Vil gasping at the sudden movement as his eyebrows furrowed — watching you. You quickly removed your pants, letting them fall to your ankles, boxers following shortly after. Your dick was hard as a rock, pre leaking down your shaft as you placed your hands on either side of Vil on the table. Snaking your hands to his thighs and looking into his eyes. "Please, Vil. Please let me fuck you." Your desperate tone to be inside of him made the vampire raise an eyebrow slightly, his icy demeanor faltering.

"You may, but only enter me for now." You didn't need to be told twice. You poured the rest of the vial onto your hand and rubbed your cock until it was nice and wet. Not wasting a second you lined yourself up with his hole and pushed yourself in entirely. Vil let out the loudest noise yet, tightening around you as his hands held onto the table. You watched him with intent, waiting for permission for anything else. Every urge in your mind screaming at you to rail him until the sun rose the following day. You admired the sight before you, a handsome vampire filled with your blood. There was no doubt he was sexy without the roundness in his middle, but something about it drove you insane.

Your hands moved to his swollen belly, feeling it far better now with him nude. Vil seemed more undone than you anticipated for someone of his mannerisms. Strands of his hair had fallen on his face, his eyes half lidded as his gaze met your own. His lust was as heavy as your own. Out of curiosity you squeezed his middle. "aah—" The blonde was taken aback by the action, a hand placed above yours now. "You are a terribly greedy human.." He observed you before averting his eyes. "Move. Now."

Finally, it took him long enough, your hips jerked forward before you began to pound in and out of him. Your moans were harmonious with his own as they echoed through the large hall you've both decided was the place to fuck him. And fuck him you did.

"Vil— Vil—" His name came out of your mouth over and over as you plowed into him. Your name escaped his own, albeit he almost sounded shy. This only drove you closer to him. Having pulled him closer, practically placing yourself on the table with him as well. You grasped his waist with both hands, planting a kiss on his lips — not caring over smearing his painted lips. As his mouth opened you ravaged it with your tongue. His cold, vampiric form was in contrast to your human warmth, a perfect match was the two of you as your bodies collided with one another over and over again. You pulled your face back to admire your work after you finished attacking his face.

It wasn't long before how close you were was evident, as was his own. His broken moans ringing out as you groaned softly, nails digging into his soft waist. "Vil, I-I'm close– I'm close—!" Your voice cracked with a gasp. Despite all of the work you've done on him, he seemed so tight beneath you.

"Cum." Vil managed to muster through it all. "Fill me—" You came quickly, seeing white as you released your cum into his body, knees almost buckling beneath you as you orgasmed with him. He came only seconds after, seed covering his stuffed stomach and your own.

Your mind was blank as you slowly pulled yourself out of him, panting softly. It was basically the fact one round wouldn't do much in the idea of filling him further. But the two of you were already done for the night by the look on his face and how much the world was spinning around you. "Clean, will you?" The vampire's words were more of a demand than anything, he watched you expectantly. You leaned down and used your tongue to clean his form, not breaking eye contact with him for a single second. You wished to please him and witness the pleasure he felt, greed was only natural after all.

As you finished working your tongue you planted a kiss upon his middle before standing back up and smiling at him. Vil couldn't help but be charmed by you, though a confession of that would be akin to an execution. A soft smile appeared on his face as he shook his head. "You take punishment well, do you? Try not to misbehave or it will get worse." You were no fool, you knew well enough that this was an invite to stay with him at his manor. For how long? Who knows. You were going to take this opportunity though.

"No promises." You joked with him. The cold facade he carried had melted for the time being. It was reassuring to see, knowing you won't be dying any time soon at least. "Let's get you to bed." Confidence filled your tone, though there was no chance in hell you would be making it three feet without falling or running into something in your state.

Vil covered his mouth and laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh hush." In a true display of his magical capabilities he snapped his fingers, as he stood, a purple silk robe masking his formerly nude body. "You will not be doing anything, schatz." Waving his hand idly, he picked you up as if you were light as a feather. "You are fortunate to have met me of all people. There are others in the night who may not be so kind to you."

Even in your state you wouldn't consider it kindness, he was demanding and he spoke to you like he were royalty — you couldn't exactly say no to someone like that. Rather than speak you rested your head on him, painfully aware of his belly pressing against you. Praying that he wouldn't notice the fact you were growing aroused again.

The vampire took you to what you could only assume was his personal room, laying you in probably the softest bed you've ever felt in your life. Vil joined you after setting you down, allowing you to wrap your arms around him and spoon him.

"One day, could I fill you further than this?" Your thoughtless question made Vil sit up and crane his head to look at you. A scowl was plastered on his face as he shot you a glare. You didn't care though, the moon light against his face made it worth it.

Evidently, the smile you gave him made him back down, scoffing as he laid down again. "Ignoring your current arousal at this moment... I will consider it. Rest. I must have my beauty sleep."

You didn't need to be told twice, you buried your face into the back of his neck and held his middle as you savored the moment, hoping to do it again.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but thank fate for giving you such an experience.

#lord i spent quite a bit of time on this one #well more than i usually do #i think this is longer than my sfw fic lol #srry if ooc or incomprehensible im still new to the spicy scene #cw stuffing #stuffing #cw monster fucking #tw teratophilia #i have a really big crush on vil schoenheit i want to fill him to the brim #hopefully i tagged right

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zappedbyzabka · 4 months

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I can’t AFFORD to talk about monsterfucking more please

#My thoughts of too large monster dicks ruin me #tw teratophilia

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 8 months

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Building off of 🌹anon what about Tav's cum glowing too? Like Astarion dick be looking like a glow stick afterwards. Gods forbit she squirts tho. The color is based on desire(pure red being insatiable and pink more wholesome or lovey) and the brightness depends on how overstimulated she is.

Welcome to freaky fridays, we going off lolol

#anon ask #tw teratophilia #nsft

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killemwithkawaii · 1 year

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L.S.S.: Well, I don’t know how you did it, but that’s the last of it…

Mitch(6): “Uh… Maybe we can make pancakes together…?”

L.S.S.: That’s everything I brought for us to eat for a whole month… how can you still be hungry? You were so small… at least, you were before… Damn, that happened really fast…

Mitch(6): “I’m a hungry guy, you know!” “...especially the good eats!”

L.S.S.: I can tell… Woah, down boy! You’re way too big to be jumping on me like that anymore… Wait, let me check and see if we’ve been sent anything else you can eat…

Mitch(6): [UwU] [UwU] [UwU]

L.S.S.: Here, uh… wait… that didn’t work…?

….

Mitch(6): …. [qwq]

L.S.S.: Wow, that's a lot of drool... I’m sorry, Mitchie… I guess you’ll just have to wait until we get home to eat… Man, if both of us have been glitching out this entire time, the fridge has to be nasty inside by now… and we're probably not looking so good either...

Mitch(6): “… [sniffling]” “... a big, juicy turkey with all the trimmings sounds so good right now…” “[singing] ‘Can we find, the best ham in the land? Spit-roast, dry rub, sizzlin in a pan-” “parmesan, garlic, onions… and some bacon I got on special in the freezer! I’m sure all that would all be tasty together!” ….

L.S.S.: …Man, you’ve got it bad… And I thought you were bad when you got hungry normally… That must be your ‘itch,’ since you don’t have any wounds…

It’s gonna be okay, this’ll all be over in the morning, you’ll see… We’ll be back home and we’ll make you those pancakes after we do a grocery run! I'll hold your hand the entire time, too.

Mitch(6).: “It’ll be like none of this ever happened….” “You’ll be able to go right back to your life.” “...Perfect…”

L.S.S.: Exactly. We just have to be patient…

Mitch(6): “Hug with arms…” “I think I’d rather just hold your hand… or snuggle you really, really hard…”

L.S.S.: Hey, I can do that! Snuggles are in unlimited supply around here…

[Hugs Mitch(6)]

Mitch(6): “I am ‘cuddling’ with Sally”...

L.S.S.: Heh yes, yes you are…

[scratches under Mitch(6)s chin]

Mitch(6): ....“I love Sally…” “I was so afraid it would scare you away, and you wouldn’t like me anymore.”

L.S.S.: Hey, you already turned into a giant… version of yourself, this month. You being a big ‘ol… sorta humanoid… computer-faced puppy-dog thing isn’t gonna scare me away…. [laughing] I love you too. Always have, always will, no matter what form you take…. It’s just a little different, remember…?

Mitch(6): … "A person..." "No matter what form..."

..........

“…Do you ever think of leaving...?”

L.S.S.: What? No, of course not…. I’m happy when I’m with you Mitchie… All I’ve been doing all month is riding out this glitch while trying to get back to you…

L.S.S.: Just like she said, I’m grateful for what I had with the others, and I’m grateful for what I have with you now…. Even if right now, we’re not in the ideal place… the cabin sure is glitching out, huh…? There’s… a lot of meat hooks on the ceiling… and forks on the floor... and I keep picking needles out of the bedding... ugh, man, I cannot wait to get out of here...

Mitch(6): ...

”I’m sure there’s something else you could do- something that would make you happier….? You usually seem so stressed out when you’re there…”

L.S.S.: Huh? You mean... No, I…. That's not what I meant...

….

I know it hasn’t been perfect between us, and this month has been one hell of a ride… But that doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Mitch(6): …”Over and over and over..” …… “What have we done to deserve such agony?” ….

L.S.S.: Wha… That’s not… whos voice is that…? Wait is… is that from the game…? My game…?

Mitch(6): “... some day, in some timeline I hadn’t fucked up yet… I’d make it happen.” “And if it still doesn’t turn out, at least you tried.” “‘practice makes progress!’” “That just means you know what to do differently next time you make it!” “I hated that what we could have had was taken away just as it started…”

L.S.S.: Mitchie, what are you trying to say…?

Mitch(6): “I’m happy that you moved on, Sal… I want you to be happy…” “how do I get outa here? I can’t-… god, it’s like he’s watching me and he doesn’t even fuckin have eyes anymore… I keep thinkin I’m hearing him, but he’s just sitting there…” “I should have never done this shit to him…” “God, fuck, it hurts so much… I’m so fucking scared…” “I was forced to watch everything. A prisoner in my own mind.” “I’m so sorry I did this…” “...I have done terrible things. Unforgivable things. I am so sorry.”

L.S.S.: What? You were watching…? So I was right, you were here with me… But.. you didn’t do anything! It’s the glitch that did this, you didn’t-

Mitch(6): “I want you to find me again, as long as you want to.” “You really wanna do it again?” “...after I make a mess on the floor?”

L.S.S.: Your voice… it’s so good to hear it again… uh, of course! I’m sticking with you Mitchie. I’m here for the long-haul…

Mitch(6): “I don’t want you to be unhappy forever because you feel like you owe me something.” “That wasn’t your fault… I… went from being absolutely terrified… to being ready to fucking butcher and eat…" "...Sally..." in less than a month!” “It shouldn’t bother me. It didn’t used to…” They died young together, thousands of years ago, but are still embracing each other after all this time…” “I should be happy... thankful they existed.” “I’m… a monster.”

L.S.S.: No, you… you’re not a monster…! That’s all in the past, we’re past that…! it’s okay you have these feelings. I don’t blame you, the others were a little jealous of you, too…

Mitch(6): “..Then he looked upon my face and saw all of me at once… we were in love. And everything was perfect. Until it fell apart again. Now there is only pain. … Everything falls apart.” “They are filled with regret and sorrow… they are in a lot of pain… they are heartbroken… they’ve lost touch with reality…” It itches!!”

L.S.S.: We’ve both done things we regret.… Hell, I did things I regret this month… But what do we say, huh? ‘It’s okay to make mistakes and not to be perfect, as long as you learn from it…’

Mitch(6): ….“I just want to be normal. I want us to be able to be normal…” “in some timeline I hadn’t fucked up yet…”” I’m the one that broke the eggs… I appreciate you getting that, by the way.” “I love you.” “...it wouldn’t be the first time…” “And it won’t be the last!”

L.S.S.: It’s okay that we can’t be ‘normal’… We can just be ‘us’.

Mitch(6): “Her soul was corrupted by the dark. By hunger. By isolation. She suffered greatly…” “I have done terrible things. Unforgivable things. I am so sorry.” “There are no happy endings in life, Sal. We all get the same terrible ending… death.” “I don’t have anything to give you anymore…” .....

“This will be our new beginning.” “It itches!!”

L.S.S.: What are you talking about... No… no, no, wait… what are you doing?! Stop!!...

Mitch(6): “A cut of meat…” “..it’s okay… it’ll be over soon, just…. lay back and try your best to relax… I’ll be right here with you until you’re gone….” “You can consider this… to be your ‘rock bottom’ AND your turning point this time around.” “A dog, a rabbit, two starving beasts…”

L.S.S.: Mitch, stop!! I know you’re hungry, but-

Mitch(6): “Hmm, a tall stack of Sally-cakes… Yeah, I could go for one of those…!” ……. “I’m really in the mood for something sweet right now…” I LOVE strawberries, how did you know?!... look SO yummy!!” “Yum! It’s delicious!” “...Tethered, Forever, on a long, tight leash…”

L.S.S.: Shit, shit, shit, fuck… OH FUCK, THE CHAIN- NO, STOP!! DON’T-

......

...My... my finger... you...

....Wait, wait- no, no, NO!-

Mitch(6): “It itches!!” “It itches!!” “It itches!!”….. I am so sorry.” “I’m… a monster.” “A dog…” “Let me take on this burden…” “Let me make it perfect this time…” "I'm doing this for us." "Let me do this for us." “I love you.” “A rabbit…” "writing on walls, stains on your sheets..."

L.S.S.: [barely audible] No... no.... this isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening… It’s all a glitch, this’ll all be over tomorrow… We’ll be back home… we’ll be okay. It doesn’t hurt, so it’s just a glitch… the two of us will be back home and back to normal in the morning…. It’s just a glitch… it’s just a glitch…!!!

Mitch(6): ….. “I am so sorry.”.... “I love you”.....“You’re free.” ….….”I love you” …..“It’s not evil. Just hungry.”... "I am so sorry." “... two starving beasts…” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.”...... "New destinations, familiar streets..." “Part of” “me” “forever” “tethered”…. “Sally..." ..... "My sweet, love-sick Sally..."

#the staycation 🏡💙#l.s.s. answers #mitch6 #meadow chan #tw body horror #tw gore #tw teratophilia #tw cannibalism #tw violence #tw injury #tw unreality #tw unsanitary #tw dismemberment #meet the fishers

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