Get Up Coward

i have a questionable taste in fictional characters

[conellu]

Introduction post ♥️

Age: 25+

Pronouns: she/her

AO3

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F/Os [hypersharing]: Vox (hh), Alastor (hh), Lucifer (hh)

Writing Blog: @conelluwrites

Request here, my writing blog or on my AO3

Current fandom: Mouthwashing, Degrees of Lewdity, Boyfriend To Death/You Kill Me Every Time/The Price Of Flesh, Scream, Hazbin Hotel

[conellu]

me when

me when the

me the when friend

me when the friend replies to me

[parakavka]

Today a very friendly Golden Retriever came up to me and I said "hey buddy :D" and the owner asked "do you know each other?" like his dog had a social life he didn't know about

[conellu]

"thought you'd like that" AL I WOULD DIE AND KILL FOR YOU

[conellu]

"i thought of you immediately" OH OKAY AND IM JUST SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS?

[conellu]

"thought you'd like that" AL I WOULD DIE AND KILL FOR YOU

[salvaation]

literally been thinking of making this since i first watched so here

[conellu]

He said he liked me and all my dumb brain could think of

YES DUHH OFC YOU DO NOW I WISH I HAD A TAIL TO WAG FUCK

[mythopoeism]

early homo sapiens b like help i cant stop making bowls . help i cant stop domesticating plants and animals. help i cant stop developing language and architecture and religion

[pricklydyke]

ok im obsessed w this tag

[iwearmygreencoatatnight]

once in grade 6 I saw a 'pottery making club' in a ditch on the schoolyard- I assume at some point someone realized there was actually good quality clay in the ditch and when I walked up there were about a dozen 12 year olds sitting around the few girls who had brought their water bottles out to mix the clay, and a designated spot to put the finished bowls and tablets, and people going off and collecting sticks to make designs with and i really think that's the natural state of the human race

[roomba-with-knives-taped-to-it]

In elementary school I learned that you can make paint out of certain sedimentary rocks on the playground if you crushed them and mixed with water and at one point I had up to 25 kindergarten through third graders making cave paintings on the underside of the slides

[xphilosoraptorx]

The nature of man is such that every so often, someone recreates the neolithic era.

[voyageofbran]

Yeah, every recess

[kosmogrl]

one day I’ll get over it and the lump in my throat when I try to talk about it won’t exist

[youramradio-deactivated20240428]

i call this the headcanon chart. see my vision

[youramradio-deactivated20240428]

elaboration

[theroseunblown]

if I may:

[kabber]

[vmessage]

Request:

Shok.wav worried Vox is working too much because he hasn't seen him for a while?

(No pressure though, feel free to ignore this ask👍)

love this lil baby sm

[kentodreaming]

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

[boobcareer]

i am going to suck you off! *puts in plastic vampire teeth and gives you the worst blowjob imaginable*

[softdomsworld]

I love scent freaks. steal my used shirt, bury your face in the crook of my neck and breathe deeply when you hug me, wear my clothes when you get off because it feels much better with my scent all over you.

[the-bar-sinister]

New and exciting heresies being advertised on Tumblr dot Com.

I am pretty sure the church does not believe that.

[wh0rephobic]

I’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but I would love to request William Afton clicker training the reader 🫣 😳

omgggg this has me drooling at the thought of it fr!

especially with his sweet little employee, he could tell after just your first day on the job how much it means to you to please your customers and make them happy.

so, it started innocently. it started with a soft pat on the back or a low “good girl,” in your ear whenever you did something good, like restocking the toys at the prize counter, or cleaning up a soda some little kid spilled and getting them a new one without him asking you to.

he could see it. he could see the way you’d try to hide your bashful face while your cheeks dust rose-pink. he knew you lived for this.

so, soon he started to take it to the next level.

“perfect.” click.

“great job, princess.” click.

“atta girl.” click.

you were confused by the sound at first, you can’t lie. you thought maybe it was in your head, or one of the animatronics ticking at coincidentally the same time. you don’t know.

what you do know, is that you’ve been associating this strange clicking sound with each one of his quaint praises. he has you wrapped around his finger. his dumb little girl.

soon, after your relationship kicks off, you can hear it at more convenient times.

when you’re wrapping your soft lips around his tip under his desk, and you do this thing where you suckle on it for a moment before taking it deeper, click!

or when he takes you by the hair and pulls you down to where your nose rubs the stubble on his pelvis and you’re gagging, click!

or — most importantly — when his fingers are playing with your weeping pussy and your back starts to arch, plush thighs shaking around his wrist (or his head), and your moans start getting higher, and higher…

“ahh— will, I-I’m close, please—!”

click!

and with each new twitch and spasm of your body as the coil in your core grows tighter, and tighter, you hear it. click, click click click!

until you’re finally pushed over the edge.

william will never admit it to you, but training you has proven to be extremely helpful.

especially in situations where he’s had a long week running the restaurant, and all he wants to do on a friday night is make his baby feel so good that she can’t take it anymore, drawing orgasm and orgasm from you nonstop, any way he can, until beads of sweat roll down your temples as you flail underneath him, overstimulated.

“come on, just one more.” he’s encourages in whispers to you, “i know you can do it.”

you cry, “I can’t!”

you’re so, so close again, but your body won’t give in. teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, you grind down against him, chasing your own teasing release.

“yes, you can,” he urges.

click!

your whole body twitches at the sound.

click, click, click!

slow, daunting, until you finally crest over, juices spurting all over him with a loud sob.

but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and it was worth the patience of the training.