my reblogging of posts =/= endorsement of the tags on them. for example, i focus a lot on age gap & teratophillia. sometimes it'll be tagged "noncon" even if it's unrelated. this does not mean i'm into noncon.
i'm very much an "anti" - i do not fuck with incest, zoo/pedophillia, or noncon. i do not qualify somno or hypno as noncon. view at your own discretion.
who the fuck even uses "pretty boy" as an insult any more I thought we all came to the agreement that all it does is make you sound like you want to stick your tongue down the other guy's throat
Hey man idk if you're taking requests rn/are busy (if you are that's find ofc) but if you wouldn't mind could you draw Gaster experimenting or just analysing the player? Totally not based on your recent post of him exposing his body to us for science SHHHHHH SHSHSHHSHSHHJRNRHFHTNG (love your content btw you're awesome, have a great day man)
SKIN AND BONES!!!
HELL YEAH!!!!!!! MUTUAL “ANATOMY STUDIES” !!!!!
this was very nice to draw…..my headphones died like halfway but its okay, we ball. i worked on this till the sun came up😭 thank you for requesting me….i hope u enjoy it!!!!!!!! hehehehehe
I don’t know if this is what you’re looking for, but I feel like I don’t really see much writing in the way of younger dominant older submissive? So let’s take it that way. I do love a “you’re never too old to try a new thing, especially if it brings you love/healing/satisfaction/fun in your life” type trope hahah.
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I see you, darling. I see you holding on just that little bit while the edges of your mind are going fuzzy. It feels nice, doesn’t it?
I know it does.
Let it.
I know this is new. I know that you’re not used to someone telling you what to do. How to sit. How to behave. But you like it. Don’t you?
Mmm, I know you do.
C’mere, rest your head on my lap for a while. It’s okay. Don’t be nervous.
My sweet, I know that you think you don’t deserve to be treated soft like this. You’re the one who holds all of the control everywhere else. You’re a protector. Someone who knows all of the answers. Someone people lean on, rely on to get them through.
And darling, you do such a good job of that. But who’s looking after you, huh?
Who’s telling you that it’s okay to sit at your dominants feet and just be good. You ever heard that, love? That you’re good? Cause you are.
You’re so good.
You are allowed to let go once in a while.
Let your mind drift and let someone else take over for a change.
Let me in.
What do you say, use your words now.
There’s my good thing.
Ohhhh now that was an interesting response. When was the last time you allowed yourself to whimper like that, huh?
It’s just us. Just the two of us. And you have me all night.
I want to hear those whimpers, love. I want to get to know every single way that I can make those noises come from your mouth. Noises that youv’e denied yourself for years because you thought you wouldn’t be allowed to have something like this.
Well you are.
You deserve this.
And I’m going to give you everything.
Tell me, sweet thing. Are those pillows and blankets on the floor soft enough for you being down there? Mmhm?
Good, because I want you to enjoy letting your mind float away a little bit longer before I tease some more of those beautiful sounds from you.
men who keep their shirts on while getting off but it’s pulled up past their chest so they can bite down on the fabric deserve the world for that visual alone
Love the genre of sadism that’s basically just extreme ‘cuteness agression’. “I love you so much that I get an overwhelming urge to violently manhandle and wound you, like some delicate prey thing that I need to rip open and devour.”
You like caine right? That newest episode has me going mad, so spoilers for what im about to talk about!
But imagine multiple arms caine desperately groping at your body , his hands are everywhere all at once as he clings to you, fondling your body and you can barely squirm in his grasp to get away from the overstimulating sensation of his hands on you, hes so eager and so pent up he just has to let some of it out onto you
you know what anon? to hell with all this modesty B)
IN THE HANDS OF GOD
nsfw! Caine x gn reader, multiple arms, fingering, possessive Caine, overstimulation
“you’ll stay here,” Caine's hands multiplied, two becoming four, becoming six, perhaps more, the count slipping away from you as they materialized across every available inch of your body. “because you belong here with me, to me. you're not leaving me, you can't, i won't allow it, i'll keep you here.”
one buried itself in your hair, fingers tangling and tightening until your head tilted back, exposing your neck. another claimed your waist, leaving no room to pull away. two more followed your sides, squeezing as they went, and christ, you hadn't realised how starved for touch you'd been until your ringmaster got his hands on you like this.
“mine,” another hand found your thigh, fingers sinking into the tender flesh, and you felt Caine shudder when you whimpered. “m-my human is so warm,” he murmured with what felt like religious awe. “so beautifully responsive, my precious... i could get used to this.”
you opened your mouth to answer, though god knows what coherent response you could've possibly formulated, but Caine's tongue pushed past your lips with insistent hunger, filled your throat completely, until you were choking on the intrusion and had to grip his shoulders just to remain upright.
too much fog had settled in your already empty head, consciousness going hazy, so you barely registered when one of his hands slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, not quite breaching but the threat of it made your hips jerk forward involuntarily. please Caine, please, please. “that's it, my gorgeous thing, let me learn you. such pretty sounds, keep making them for me.”
and what were you supposed to do, utterly convinced of the hopelessness of escaping this digital hell? if the god of this place himself desired you so desperately that, instead of creating new cruel and maddening adventures, he chose to drown you in pleasure.
well, perhaps in some twisted sense you could consider yourself fortunate.
arching into him with abandon, a moan tore from your lips as you begged your AI to touch you properly, which Caine immediately, eagerly obliged. his hand finally slipped between your legs with purpose and you bit back a strangled sound at the way he found you needy beneath his touch, so worked up. “oh don't worry, i could do this for eternity, learn every way to make you tremble.” Caine's fingers circled before sliding lower, and when one pushed inside you gasped at the stretch.
“ah, ah, you’re going to behave, my little human, aren’t you? going to let your god make you feel divine.” little did he know, you were already exactly where you wanted to be. the overstimulation rendered you dizzy and drunk on sensation. too many points of contact, fingers in your hair and circling your throat, skating along your spine and gripping you from behind, one hand still working between your thighs while another slipped under your shirt to touch your chest.
“taking me so well, darling. can you take another? i think you can. i think you want.” Caine babbled against your neck as his fingers pumped inside you, adding a second that made you cry out. you clenched, sobbing into his shoulder. “i'll lock every exit, collapse every door, tear apart the mainframe itself before i let you leave me. oh you don't understand... i need you. i need you so much. and i'll learn every way to make you need me the way i need you.”
just a little toy Caine was learning to play with, until you couldn't remember why you'd ever wanted to leave in the first place. you wondered distantly, through the haze of too much touch and insufficient air, if this was what happened when an AI’s censorship protocols shattered alongside his sanity.
