Creepypasta fandom is having a renaissance on tiktok lately, so I scribbled out a sketch of my #1 middle school crush lol
Sorry I haven't been posting much, some personal circumstances on top of how unwilling people are to interact with art on tumblr nowadays have kinda killed my will to create the past year, but I'm trying to get back into it.
it is almost embarrassing how fast this guy made a blorbo-shaped bed for himself in my brain. it's like he was made for me LMAO so. have a sketch that i will maybe finish at some point
some miscellaneous John Ward nsfw headcannons :] đ
-Anything even bordering on public play is off the table, not just because of his generally somewhat shy nature, but because this man cannot stay quiet to save his life. At first it might be more subtle, little gasps and sighs during foreplay, but as the night carries on those small noises will morph into full needy whines, desperate moans, and pleading whimpers of your name.
-This man is submissive, this surprises no one. He doesn't really know how to dom LMAOâHe's also mostly a bottom, though he likes topping just fine. He'll generally defer to whichever you want him to do, early in your relationship this might be due to nerves, not wanting to mess up somehow, but as time wears on it's more out of a desire to please you. For safewords, you use the traffic light system, since it's easy enough to remember.
-This one might b a lil controversial but listen. this man is catholic. this man is queer in the 80's. this man is a PRIEST. he likes cnc. he likes feeling like he doesn't have a choice in the matter, feeling "forced", it lets him relax and not overthink the fact that he's enjoying it, since well, he's "helpless", isn't he? This is by far the most "extreme" thing that he enjoys, his tastes are generally more tame.
-I don't think he would be the biggest fan of bondage on the receiving end. Something light is fine, maybe handcuffs or a blindfold, maybe a shibari design that doesn't restrict his limbs too much. But if he feels actually trapped he'll start to panic a bit.
-While we're talking abt kinks, this man has a massive corruption kink and doesn't even realise it, though in the context of being the one getting corrupted. A holy man, a man of God, being tempted and led astray by someone he just can't resist, that layer of "we're not supposed to be doing this", it excites him, even if he can't exactly pinpoint it.
-Not the biggest fan of impact or pain play, the most intense he's comfortable with is being spanked with your hand or a ruler, and once it starts to cross the threshold from fun mild sting to actual pain he's likely to yellow out.
-He does, however, enjoy when something ends up leaving marks. Hickeys, scratches down his back, indents around his wrists from being bound, he'll end up looking at those little tokens later with a bit of pride and a lot of love for youâthinking of them as a physical manifestation of the bond the two of you share.
-On the rare occasion that he takes a more dominant role, he is very gentle. He's worried about hurting you, so he'll end up tying any ropes a bit too loose, and won't feel comfortable striking you in any way. He will, however, make you cum until you literally pass out, for lack of a more tactful way of putting it LMAO
-On this topic, edging and overstimulation are two of his favourites, especially if you combine them. You will have him head empty, no thoughts, legs shaking, begging and whining, in no time. He's so obedient that you don't even necessarily need to tie him up for this, if you say "hands off", he'll keep them off.
-He's bad at dirty talk LMAO. Both of you will end up giggling at whatever he tries to come up with. He loves hearing it though! Especially if you mix in some praise, and just the smallest bit of degredation. You'll have him melting in no time.
Ken wasn't just a random doll, he was your doll. And he needs your help in navigating his newfound humanity.
You were one of few employees at Mattel that learned of the little âdisasterâ without getting directly involved. Ken and Barbie, the Ken and Barbie, escaped into the real world for a time, and the higher ups had made quite a fuss about it. Ken had eventually returned to Barbieland, while Barbie chose to become human, living in the real world permanently. For a time, it seemed everything was back to normal, with Mattel quickly covering up the whole thing and making it very clear that discussion of it was forbidden. You were more than happy to follow that rule, but you feared recent events would make it difficult.Â
The thought hadnât even crossed your mind, as to whose Ken it was that had escaped. You hadnât thought that he was a specific personâs Ken to begin with. But, when a blond man going by that very name rushed up to you with an excited demeanour and immediately engaged you in what turned out to be a very long conversation, it became very clear that he wasnât just a random doll. He was your doll. The vintage Ken youâd kept in-box on a shelf in your bedroom, that you had taken up the somewhat embarrassing habit of talking to, telling him about your day each night before bed. Apparently, that had been enough, and your humanity was bleeding through to him, making him think and feel in ways foreign to him.
It didnât take long to decide to invite Ken to your home, wanting to discuss the matter somewhere where people wouldnât overhear the loud blond and think you two were crazy. Heâd followed you quite eagerly, trying to get into the driverâs seat of the car, before seeing the complicated controls and getting right back out. You suppressed the urge to laugh, settling into the driverâs side and waiting for him to hop in the passenger seat. The trip was short, and felt even shorter with the blond chatting the whole way, ecstatic to have found âhisâ human, to have found someone who understood the changes he was going through and who could help him.
It was a tedious process, teaching him about social cues and etiquette in the real world, teaching him about his new emotions and how to regulate them. New might not be exactly the right word. He was decently familiar with anger, fear, and sadness, but he had no idea how to cope with them until you taught him. The little problem he was presenting you with now, however, was entirely foreign to him, and you had no idea how to even start. Well, little might not be exactly the right word.Â
âSo, do- do you know what it is?â Kenâs voice, uncharacteristically fragile, broke through your stunned silence. Youâd entered your home to find him with a blanket bunched up over his lap, despite the warmth of the room. When youâd sat down next to him and asked him about it, he was unusually reserved, seeming almost nervous as he explained that heâd developed another new human trait. On your insistence, heâd pulled the blanket away, and his meaning became obvious. There was a prominent bulge in the tight denim of his jeans, one that twitched slightly as you approached.Â
âItâs, um. Itâs a dick.â Your words were blunt, but you genuinely didnât know how to be subtler in this situation. He gave you a confused look and opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, you clarified, âItâs a penis, Ken. I mean, youâre only becoming more human the longer you spend in the real world. This must be part of it.âÂ
âOh. But why is it⌠I mean, it feels kind ofâŚâ Ken trailed off, as if unable to find the exact words to describe what was happening to him. You took a deep breath to gather yourself. Giving the talk to a grown man who used to be a doll was not on your to-do list today. Maybe it would have been in your horoscope, who knows.
âWell, humans experience both a physical and emotional feeling called arousal. Arousal can happen randomly, or in response to something like touch or attraction. Because youâre aroused, itâs gotten hard, your body is preparing itself for sex. Do you⌠know what sex is?â Your explanation felt a little clinical, but you worried more casual terms might fly over his head.Â
âOh, yeah, totally. I definitely know what sex is.â He has no idea what sex is. You sighed, trying and failing to keep your eyes off of his erection, how large he seemed to be, how it strained against the denim it was confined in. His face was flushed at how close you were, and he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat every few seconds. You couldnât leave him like this.
âOkay, do you know what masturbation is?â His eyes darted off to the side, and you knew he was about to lie again for the sake of seeming informed. Before he could, you continued, âItâs when you touch yourself, as opposed to sex, where youâre touching another consenting adult. It will make the arousal go away, youâll feel better afterwards.âÂ
Kenâs teeth worried at his lower lip, and he looked down at his lap. He knew that sex was intimate, he knew the weight of what he was about to ask, but you were the only person he trusted, and he didnât want to fumble through trying to figure it out himself and end up doing something wrong.
âCould you, um, show me? I donât know how toâŚâ His words died in his throat as your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. His face burned, embarrassment wasnât something he had felt often, but he was certainly feeling it now. âYou donât have to, I could always just go on internet andââ
âIâll teach you.â Now it was Kenâs turn to be surprised. The two of you took a few minutes and discussed it in more detail. You wanted to make sure he actually understood the implications of what he was asking, that he really did consent to this, and he very much did. You took the initiative, taking his hand and pulling him up from the couch, leading him to your bedroom. Your small pull out sofa had essentially been his bed for the couple weeks he had been staying with you, and this was the first time he was actually seeing inside your room. He locked eyes with the doll on your shelf, realising that that was him, and felt a little unsettled for a moment, before quickly brushing it off as you pulled him towards your bed.Â
âItâll be more comfortable if youâre laying down, like this.â Your hands were gentle and warm as you guided him to lay in your bed, hovering over him with your fingertips tracing the line of buttons down the centre of his shirt. You hesitate for only a moment, before leaning in to place a kiss against his jaw, relishing in the little gasp he lets out in response. âCan I take this off of you, sweetheart?â When he nods, you take the opportunity to tease him a bit. âUse your words, Ken. Youâre gonna have to talk me through this, help me figure out what feels best for you, okay?
âOkay,â he breathes, feeling a bit flustered at your close proximity. âYou can do whatever you want to me, baby.â He tried to sound confident, tried to sound like he wasnât feeling lightheaded, but the slight waver in his tone gave him away. You chuckled, leaning in to plant a quick kiss to his neck, before getting to work unbuttoning his shirt. He cooperated as you pulled it off of him, leaning up so you could fully remove it, tossing it aside. He surprised you by gently tugging at your shirt as well, and you humoured him, allowing him to take it off. The expression on his face was almost reverent, his eyes roaming your skin hungrily, as if he couldnât get enough.
Fingers tugging at the waistband of his jeans snapped him back to reality, and before you could even ask he was nodding, reaching down to unbutton and unzip them. He lifted his hips, the denim sliding down just far enough for his erection to spring free. You laid next to him, your chest pressed to his side and one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other reaching down to take hold of his own hand.Â
âItâs easy enough, you just wrap your palm and fingers around it, like thisâŚâ Your hand laid overtop his, guiding his movements, but he ached to feel your touch against him directly. âThen you stroke it, up and down, like this.â The friction was electric, pleasure buzzing across his skin and pulling a moan from his throat. All of his muscles tensed, and he paused after that first motion, allowing the sensation to settle, his eyes shut like he was savouring it. He stroked it again, squirming under his own touch. It was like nothing heâd ever felt before. This repeated a number of times, soft needy noises escaping him each time. Heat was swirling low in your core as you watched him, murmuring little words of encouragement and praise as he blushed. Soon enough, he let out a little whine of frustration.
âI, I canât⌠Itâs too sensitive, I donât think I canâŚâ You quieted his concerns with a soft kiss, directly to his lips this time. You reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube and putting a few drops into your palm, letting it warm against your skin.
âThatâs okay, darling. Let me.â At your words, his hand left his aching cock, coming up to hold your elbow as your palm wrapped around him instead. The noise that left him was heavenly, and he only became more vocal as you started properly stroking him, your pace slow and steady. He found himself nearly writhing, occasionally bucking up into your grasp as ecstasy burned through every inch of his body.Â
âAh, thatâs! Oh god, just like that, pleaseââ He cut himself off with an even louder moan as you picked up the pace. For any other man it still would have been far too slow, but for him it was almost overstimulating. Every touch gradually nudged him closer and closer to the edge, though he had no idea how to communicate that feeling, not even certain of what it was. Waves of pleasant tingling ran down through his legs and up into his stomach, all stemming from the central point of your hand on his cock. He was teetering on the edge of a climax, the first one heâll have ever had.Â
âI⌠I think somethingâs going toâŚâ Ken moaned, and you leaned in closer, claiming his lips in a heated kiss. That was what did it, his eyes rolling back, his back arching, his hand clawing at the sheets as he came. You broke the kiss to let him breathe, and he nearly sobbed as his first ever orgasm wracked his frame, cum spraying from his tip and making a mess of his stomach and chest. It was so intense it nearly hurt, rolling over him in powerful waves that were slow to fade. Gasps and pants heaved his chest as he slowly came down from his high, still shuddering against you as you peppered kisses over his face, neck, shoulder, any bit of him you could reach.Â
When he finally came back to his senses, he grinned, his eyes bleary as they met yours. He made some attempt at language, but his tongue felt thick, and it didnât come out right. You giggled in response, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand and cleaning him up. You helped him to undress fully, and Ken wasted no time in curling up comfortably on the mattress, pulling you down and holding you like a teddy bear. You whispered praises to him as he slowly caught his breath, your fingers running through his hair as his head rested against your chest. It took only a few minutes for him to slip into a calm, blissful sleep, exhausted by all of the new emotions and sensations heâd experienced over the last few hours. Maybe when he woke up youâd give him another lesson.
So I have no idea if your request ďżźare closed but can you do a John ward x demon s/o
The story is up to you but if you can thanks there is barely any John ward fanfics lately
Again you donât have to do it just ignore this question then
Stay safe, buy gold by!
Thank you for the request! I ended up quickly drawing something for this one bc I got a very vivid image in my head before I actually wrote the fic lol
Good Morning - John Ward x Demon!Reader
Word Count: 645
Tws: ask to tag
A quick fluffy morning scene, revolving around the difficulty of waking up a sleepy John.
Sun streamed in through the open window, washing over your exposed skin like a second blanket. The light shone through your eyelids, causing you to shift a bit and rub your eyes with your knuckles. The clock ticked softly on the wall, Johnâs steady breathing the only other sound breaking the silence. You yawned, stretching out your limbs and sighing with satisfaction as your joints popped. You rolled over, throwing an arm over the man still sleeping peacefully beside you. You squirmed until the blanket was mostly off of you, and threw a leg over him as well. Your tail wagged lazily behind you, as your hand trailed up and down Johnâs chest, and your eyes trailed to the clock hanging on the wall.
You sighed, the two of you had planned to meet Lisa for brunch, and it was only a couple hours until you needed to be there. Tucking your elbows underneath you so you could lean up, you looked to your peaceful lover, sprawled comfortably on his back. You hated to wake him, he always had trouble getting to sleep, and what sleep he got was usually restless. But, you knew he would be upset if you ended up being late, and decided that waking him was the lesser of two evils.
A gentle shake earned no response, your voice in his ear calling his name only making him stir for a moment, before he settled back into sleep. You persisted, patting his arm rapidly.
âCâmon, Johnny, time to get up. We got plans today,â You nearly whined, finally getting him to wake a little.
âHm. Mârnâng.â His voice was crackly with sleep, barely intelligible. You giggled, brushing his hair out of his still-closed eyes. You cupped his cheek in your palm, leaning over to peck each eyelid. The feeling drew a small chuckle out of him as he half-heartedly waved you off, rolling over on his side so his back was facing you, mumbling, âFew more minutesâŚâ
You huff. âBy minutes you mean hours. I know youâre tired, Johnny, but we gotta meet Lisa in a couple hours. Better we get up now.â This garnered no response, and a whine of his name only had him humming in acknowledgement before going back to ignoring you. Finally, you warned him, âGuess Iâll have to cheat a bit, then.â
The blanket was tugged down, and soft kisses trailed down his shoulder. Hands roamed every bit of him you could reach, slowly coaxing him awake. John shifted a bit under the blanket, practically melting into the sheets at the warmth of your palms against his skin. Without warning, the hand trailing down his back pinched his rear, and you blew a raspberry into the skin of his shoulder. John yelped, then fully cackled, squirming to get out of your grasp.
âOkay, okay, Iâm up! MeanâŚâ He was still laughing between words, rolling over to face you. âYou never play fair, do you?â
âWouldnât be much of a demon if I did, would I?â You smiled down at him, finger-combing his messy hair into an approximation of its usual shape.
âI suppose thatâs true.â A warm smile tugged at his features, softened by drowsiness. It wasnât something he would have ever expected, falling in love with a demon and waking up next to them everyday, but he didnât regret a second of it. His arms wrapped around you, his leg hooking over your hips, and he rolled the two of you over so you were squished underneath his larger frame. He mumbled, âUnlucky for you, I donât play fair either.â
You giggled and squirmed, trying and failing to get free. John had already gotten himself comfortable, his face nestled against your chest and his eyes closed, a content smile on his face. You sighed affectionately. You had a feeling you might be late to brunch.
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