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[jonny-bee-meownis]

side blog I made just to post and reblog stuff that makes my weenis tingle

main blog is @jonny-b-meowborn for anything, mostly spam reblogs and whatever thought goes across my tiny godless mind

sfw art blog is @jonny-bee-meowrt

nsfw art blog is @jonny-bee-meofter-dark

#jorny bee - just the general horny tag

Minors DNI get the fuck out of here

[tpup]

can i sniff you and part your legs and sniff you and lick you and sniff u

[pendulouspuppyudders]

tags tested and approved by my most feral animalmutuals so i'll make them permanent, wearing skimpy clothes and talking to all of you in the pet voice btw 🥰🥰🥰

[snuffhimout]

guns

a gun digging into their back when they’re caught somewhere they shouldn’t be,

pistol-whipping,

using a gun to tilt their head, brush hair out of their face or pull the hem of their shirt up,

pulling a gun on them when words don’t do the trick,

the outline of a gun on their clothing,

the subtle flash of a gun under a coat/jacket when they sit down and they just want to talk,

shoving the gun’s muzzle against their lips to shut them up,

the steady pressure of the muzzle on their skin as a reminder not to say or do anything stupid,

a gun just lying on the table as a silent warning.

[symbiomancy]

mirror —ghost

—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.

—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.

—word count: 1,3k

—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3

The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.

The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.

Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.

You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.

Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.

Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.

You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.

Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.

The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.

Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.

“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.

The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.

It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.

The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —

There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.

The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.

You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.

Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.

A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.

Hi :)

Oh. So that's why this place was so cheap.

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[amala-luvs]

Gargoyle lover who can't spend time with you during the day, as he truly is nothing but a stone statue at sunrise. But at night, he moves around freely in his true form.

He makes up for the lost time by filling you up each night. Ensuring to keep you awake all night, cock drunk, so you can sleep the whole day. Now you sleep when he ''sleeps'' and you're awake when he is.

But sometimes he gets carried away, not realizing that the sun was peeking above the clouds as he's far too distracted pounding into you to ensure you take every last drop of his cum before he sleeps. It's not until he notices that his movements were halted, but he was too late. He turned completely into a stone statue whilst balls deep inside of you. Both of his arms still wrapped around your waist, you're unable to move. It's not as though you can push him off either; he's far too heavy.

Now you're stuck, still wriggling with pleasure as his now cold, hard cock is still inside. Even though he's now in statue form, his dick is still able to reach all the right spots without moving. It was going to be a long day.

[monstersholygrail]

Dragon bf who’s never really had luck in the sex department. Most of his past exes and flings have gone ok, that is until he shows them his two massive cocks. The second even bigger and more girthy than the one on top.

At first they try always tried to make it seem like it was no big deal. Told him they could take it. Only to jump to them squirming and whimpering before he’s even bottomed out with one.

If that was the only problem he might be able to handle it. He didn’t need total satisfaction, he could make it work. But when his past relationships also saw how much pre and cum he released they were hesitant to have penetrative sex all together! And if they did risk it they made sure he quadruple-wrapped up and he had to pull out before he was about to cum anyway.

The preventative measures cut off all sensation for him and made him lose all connection he got with his partner from the act. That feeling of closeness had been erased till things just eventually didn’t work out.

It’s left the poor beast with the biggest dry spell known to man. That is until he meets you.

When you first see his cocks you light up. He tries not to get excited but there was no fear in your eyes. Maybe you had more experience with monster cock than he thought and he was all the more grateful for it. Your own ease helped his own, allowing him to relax.

And when you two first started, moving together and grinding as his cocks split open your already dripping swollen folds. Each rock of his hips sending his throbbing tip to smear against your puffy clit. Endless droplets of oozing milky precum dribble from his leaking tip and coat your slit in his eager essence.

When he sees the shock on your face he prepares for the work. Ready for you to tell him to wrap up first or to stop altogether. But it’s him who’s surprised as your expression fades into awe, sweet pretty moans slipping past your lips and making leak even harder.

He doesn’t even try to hold back how eager he is for you, his growls echoing against the walls of his den and his throat glowing with a low blissed out ember. Picking up pace his cocks start to push at your entrance. As you gasp sharply he starts to rear back, about to ask if you’re alright, when you suddenly hook your legs around his waist and push not only one but both of his cocks inside you.

Dragon bf throws his head back with a furious roar, sparks crackling through the air and increasing the tension of the room. You’re so wet and so so tight, he can’t believe how well you’re taking him in. But given how much your sopping pussy is squelching as it sucks in his lengths gives him no room for argument.

Every inch deeper inside your slick silken walls massage every vein along his shafts, delivering a deeper sense of pleasure than he ever knew possible. He lets you set the pace, taking him as hard and fast as you like, using him to give yourself pleasure.

And use him you do. Your hips buck wildly, swallowing up his cocks like you’re starving for it. He meets your every thrust, pounding into the narrow channel of your cunt that shifts with every hard pulse as it molds itself to his shapes. Hugging him so perfectly he could cum already.

But he holds on as best he can when parts of his cock have never felt the sweet warmth of a hole as perfect as yours. More and more precum gushes into your pussy, sloshing around inside you and he merely drives it in deeper, using it to mark your walls as his. Swiveling his hips to hit those spots inside you that have you seeing stars.

He’s filling you so good and you’re suffocating his cocks like the good girl you are, clamping down and holding onto him for dear life every time he hits somewhere reallyyy good. The way he fucks you it’s like he’s memorizing your body, watching closely for every little reaction you give him so he can best please you. Moving his body, his cocks, and his fingers as they rub against your clit to have you singing for him.

And when you cum your vision flashes, the corners darkening before a loud crack rings out and a second later a pleasurable pain blooms on your cheek. Blinking your eyes open you realize he’s lightly slapped your cheek as he grips your jaw and mushes your cheeks together.

Telling you firmly to look at him as he cums inside you and breeds your fat cunt. Letting you know that you’re his now, there’s no leaving or getting away. And that he’s gonna make sure you have to stay.

That’s when you feel a bigger presence begin to push at your entrance and a second later he’s slamming his thick knot inside you’re already overstuffed cunt, stretching you further than you thought was physically possible. It’s as though your body just automatically listens to him as it opens up for him like it was made to. Then he’s coming, rope after rope of scorching hot cum.

You’re not exactly sure how long it takes before he finishes coming but in the meantime he made you cum two more times while he worked you both through the waves of euphoria you couldn’t deny. If anything his words only served to turn you on further.

It’s not a surprise that after all that he ended up succeeding in everything he had said to you. Sure, most people, and even you he images, think him insane for getting you pregnant when you two barely even knew each other.

But after finding such a treasure like you how could he ever risk letting you go now?

[ellwynda]

demons fall for an innocent farm girl .ᐟ

You didn’t mean to charm a demon. Let alone a pack of them.

You were just a farm girl. Wake with the dawn, fetch the eggs, feed the goats, sweat in the field ‘til your hands were raw. You weren’t a mage. Weren’t cursed. You’d never stepped foot in a temple or pissed on some ancient ruin. You just smiled too much. You laughed at things that shouldn’t be funny. You had hay in your hair and freckles on your cheeks and the softness of someone who didn’t know better than to look a devil in the eyes and giggle.

They’d started showing up at night.

At first, you thought it was shadows. A cold wind. A feeling under your skin that made you tug the blankets tighter. Then it was whispers—deep and velvet-thick, crawling through the cracks of your dreams.

“Sweet thing…” “Soft little body, all alone…” “We’ll take such good care of you…”

You’d wake wet. Ache in your belly. Clutching your pillow, thighs sticky with the kind of dream you were too embarrassed to even think about once the sun rose.

The worst part? You thought it was just you.

Too many nights alone. Not enough good men in town. Your imagination running wild. You’d laugh it off in the morning, red in the face, hauling water from the well like it hadn’t felt real—like you hadn’t heard teeth at your throat and claws on your hips and voices growling your name in unison.

Then you started seeing them.

Always on the edge of the woods. Always when you were alone. Not full form—just flashes. Long horns. Smoke-thick eyes. Black claws curling around tree bark. And the heat.

Gods, the heat.

You’d feel it first. Out of nowhere. Mid-chore, bent over the trough, skirt damp with well water, and suddenly your skin would flush hot and tight, like something had licked up the back of your thighs.

Then you'd turn—and nothing. Just trees. Just wind.

One time, you laughed aloud. “Y’all’re just makin’ fun of me,” you said to the shadows, cheeks red as apples. “Silly little dreams, that’s all.”

You didn’t see the way the trees twitched. How the air thickened. How claws curled deeper into the dirt in restraint.

But you heard the laugh.

Low. Deep. Shuddering. Right behind your ear.

That night, they didn’t let you sleep.

You laid in bed, eyes fluttering shut—and fell. Not into dreams, but into a place beneath them.

A world thick with smoke and velvet. A bed not yours—massive, draped in dark silk, soaked with warmth. And they were there.

All of them.

Three at least. Maybe more. Hard to count with their hands everywhere.

One kissed your neck, tongue dragging slowly up to your jaw as another knelt between your thighs, spreading them with claws so sharp they tore your nightgown like paper. The third one stroked your cheek with fingers that felt too hot for flesh.

They didn’t ask.

They didn’t need to.

Your dream-body was already writhing, already soaked, gasping into the dark as one thick cock pressed against your cunt, hot and leaking, while another brushed your lips, wetting them before sliding in slow.

They took turns.

Fucking you deep, slow, wet—growling praise into your ear, clawing at your hips, choking you just enough to make you moan louder.

“You don’t even know, do you?” one murmured, balls slapping wetly against your ass. “You’re ours. You always were.” “You’ll see. We’ll drag you under. Make you a queen. Breed you full ‘til you’re heavy with demonspawn and smiling.”

And god, it felt so good.

Too good.

You came over and over, body lifted and tossed like a toy between them. One knotted you—deep, pulsing, locked so tight your stomach swelled from the heat of his cum. Another came on your belly, licking it off with a pointed tongue. Another filled your throat ‘til your eyes rolled back.

When you woke?

Sunlight. Birds.

You were in your bed. Your nightgown—torn. Thighs sore. Pussy leaking. You sat up, dazed and aching, blinking at the dust in the air.

“…That was some dream,” you mumbled, face hot.

You didn’t see the claw mark burned into the wood above your headboard.

You didn’t hear the whisper that slipped beneath your door, soft as breath:

“Soon, sweet thing. We’re coming back.”

[monster-disaster]

Your bunny hybrid boyfriend, who gets horny when scared

bunny hybrid!boyfriend x human!gn!Reader Good to know: dry humping, pathetic bf Your bunny hybrid boyfriend, who gets horny when scared, is already rutting against you when you wake up.

It’s the middle of the night, and the storm outside is loud and mean. Rain slams against the window, its steady downpour echoes through the dark, and a flash of lightning paints the room white just for a heartbeat when your eyes blink open.

"Babe?"

Your boyfriend is pressed up tight to your back. You can feel his whole body trembling as he spoons you from behind. His cock grinds slowly against your ass. He moves in slow, desperate little thrusts like he can’t help himself.

You blink again. "Babe?"

He whimpers but doesn’t stop. "I- I’m sorry," he whispers. "I tried. I really tried to stay still- fuck- I couldn’t-" A thunder cracks through the sky like a whip, shaking the house and making him choke on his words. "I just- please-" He pushes harder against you, hips jerking in frantic motions. "Just let me. Just for a second. I can’t- just for a bit- please-"

And how could you say no to your sweet, terrified little bunny?

You press your ass back into him. Just a little. Just enough to make him gasp. Just enough to knock the breath out of him as his hips start to push against you harder and faster. There is no rhythm in it. No thought. His cock leaks through the fabric of both your clothes with every pathetic thrust.

"You needy little thing," you tease him, low and amused. You know he is close. You can feel it from the way his hips stutter mid-grind before picking up again, even more frantic than before. "Humping me like a fucking toy. That it?"

He lets out a pitiful sound, a half-sob, half-yes. "Y-yeah," he stammers. "Fuck, yes-" His breath comes in broken little pants, one after another, fanning over the back of your neck. He jerks wildly as he spills over and over, like he doesn’t know how to stop. You can feel the warmth of it seeping through your pajama pants.

For a second, you think he is done.

"…Can I do it again?"

[creaturefuckslvt]

waking up in the night to a ghost fucking you into your own mattress. having caught you face down, it has spread your legs open and lifted your hips up to better find and hit the spot that makes you pliable and its job easy for it. you can't see it, even if you could look back. you can only feel its weight on your back, its grip around your wrists, and the rhythmic stretching of your own hole, as it slips in and out and rubs against your walls the way that makes your eyes roll back and your breath catch in your throat, and all you can do - all you want to do - is to just lie there and take it, intrigued by just how many times you can cum around that ghost cock

[liesonmytongues]

Alien Owner! Who picked you up off the street one day- you were wandering, like a lost little thing (you were on a walk), a stray! A poor human who had no one to guide them, and they just had to save you!

Alien Owner! Who takes you back home with them, rambling excitedly in a language you can't even dream of understanding- you just know you probably won't be seeing the streets any time soon

Alien Owner! Who researches for weeks about their new human, spending hours every day on forums and blogs compiling a list of how to best take care of you, while you come to realize that apparently, humans are a pretty common ‘exotic pet’

Alien Owner! Who does everything in their power to make you happy and comfortable, buying you all the best foods, beds, toys—anything and everything you could possibly want

Alien Owner! Who learns one day that humans ovulate once a month—but not that it's only some humans—and believes it's just like other animals going into heat

Alien Owner! Who decides one day that you're acting differently from usual, that it must be because of your ‘heat’, and that, being a good owner, they have to do something about it to make their little human happy and comfortable!

Alien Owner! Who makes happy clicks and trills at you, petting your body, nuzzling and licking your skin, until you start to react- always watching closely to make sure they're not hurting or stressing you out

Alien Owner! Whose whole species, you learn, are hermaphrodites; when their strange cock breaches their slick pussy out of nowhere, rubbing at your stomach and the curve of your hip like it's looking for entry

Alien Owner! Whose anatomy is distinctly inhuman, with strange curves and twists and…spines? But who feels so, so good when inside and wrapped around you, stroking all the right places

Alien Owner! Who makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and embarrassingly hard, leaving your body trembling and legs unusable while they coo and pet you like a dog, pulling away like nothing happened

Alien Owner! Who seems unfazed- until you find them hidden away with their hand(?) stroking furiously at their cock, a second strange appendage pumping in and out of their cunt desperately

[bunnis-monsters]

Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.

You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-

You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.

Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.

A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.

Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.

Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.

Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.

You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.

Hopefully next time you’ll actually realize you’re getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.

[growlingven]

Uhhhhh making someone open up the mouth and pressing the barrel of a gun to the back of their throat and telling them to get to work

[st4rs1ut]

gunplay.

gunplay while languidly making out. shirts discarded on the floor, hands lazily roaming, tongues gliding together. slowly getting lowered onto ur back, thighs easily straddling urs, fingers pressing gently to ur throat. feeling the shivering breath against ur lips as a stiff pressure rests against the side of ur head; cold metal against delicate skin. panic cramping in ur lungs as ur blurry brain gradually registers what it is. breath hitching as a finger lays gently over ur lips n soft shushing fills ur ears.

gunplay that starts w being told to get on ur knees. slowly lowering urself to the floor, tucking ur legs under u, gazing up w sweet eyes. a boot pushing between ur thighs and pressing down. a hand carding thru ur hair n tugging gently. a barrel resting between ur eyes w a finger on the trigger. a voice telling u to slowly undo their belt n pull down their zipper n open ur mouth. getting facefucked while they tell u to keep going or theyll blow another hole in ur head.

gunplay that happens mid-fuck. being completely lost in the sensations pulsing thru u, head reeling from lack of oxygen, cheeks flushed from the warmth of another body against urs. suddenly feeling something cold and firm pressing into ur bulging tummy. hearing “move one fucking inch and i’ll pull this trigger” through the haze of ur moans. knowing they won’t hurt you, they’d never hurt you.. right? blindly obeying even as u start trembling n crying n hyperventilating because even tho u trust them n they love you, theyd still put a bullet in u w zero hesitation n u know it.

[jonny-bee-meownis]

sometimes I wish someone would find this blog, obsessively read every post I made or reblogged where I clearly say what kinds of abuse I fantasize about, and then stalk me irl and do all these things. At first it would feel like random violence but at some point I'd have to realize that this person knows me and my desires. And despite most of them being purely hypothetical to me because they'd cause me real harm and ultimately death, this person would do it all. And I'd take it and die happily

[xenasaur]

some of you have had your perception of mommy dommes warped by the popular advent of people simply using "mommy" as a title devoid of all context. I am not that kind of mommy domme. I am the kind that Acts Like Your Mom (or, how your mom should've acted). I am going to be so sugary-sweet and gentle and kind with you. I'm going to refer to all of your injuries as booboos and offer to kiss them better. I am going to make you little snacks and make sure you're hydrated. I am going to snuggle you so softly yet so tightly and kiss your forehead so gently and tell you that you make mommy proud every single day. that you are the best kid a gal like me could ask for. that I love you. I love you.

[xenasaur]

getting a lot of notes of people saying they're crying. I hope y'all know that's okay. I hope you know that it's good to cry, that mommy will never be upset with you for having emotions. come here sweet little ones. let me hold you close and kiss away the tears. you deserve this.

[tboywhimpers]

you know what this world needs? more needy doms. doms who can't pin their sub's hands for too long because they want to be touched so badly. doms who break after the first "please". doms who can never seem to pull their sub closer when they're fucking them. doms who whine in harmony with their sub bc they both feel so fucking good. doms who will force their sub to their knees the second they're alone. i love intimidating cold doms as much as the next guy but i adore doms who clearly want you as much as, if not more, than you want them.

[radioactive-yuri]

adding on the phantom and V being little freaks, please also consider that V takes the blood and basically uses it as lube to fuck phantom till he is a crying,whimpering,can’t even form a coherent thought mess and then after they are done V just wraps up his favorite bat in blankets and just pampers him for the rest of the night



VERY VERY GOOD. they're so blood as lube coded tbh. like they WOULD. also v isn't fucking phantom's ass. he's fucking the wounds. each one of them. and he barely lasts because this is like his ultimate kink.

phantom gets absolute princess treatment afterwards. v is such a sweetheart at his core, he's going to clean the wounds meticulously and get him water and bandage him up and apologize even though he doesn't need to. which phantom reminds him of several times until he stops apologizing for doing something they both enjoyed immensely.