Summary: Goob woke up on the wrong side of the bed. So, the reader takes him to bed.
CW: smut, softtop!Goob
Goob had felt off all day.
Each strand of fur raised in a way that just pulled at his nerves and tensed his muscles. He tried his usual fixes; sweet treats, tons of games, and a hug from every toon he saw. Nothing worked. In fact, he felt worse!
You sat across from the craft as he sulked. It was an unusual sight, a frown on Goob. No less dramatic though. He was bent over the dinner table, cheek pressing against it and wiry arms sprawled over the side. He hadn't said anything for over 15 minutes. You sighed. “Maybeee… you have to try something completely left field?”
Goob groaned, eyes trained on the floor. “Like what?”
You held your chin up with your palm. “Fuck, I don't know…” With a short hum you hesitated a moment before speaking. “Well… ‘course you could say no, but that's an idea.”
“What's an idea?” He raised his head just slightly to look at you.
You shrugged and looked away. “Sex is a stress reliever.”
“Oh… ohhhh.”
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God, those hands were everything! Claws dragged down your stomach, leaving red trails in their wake but never breaking skin. His eyes followed every movement. Your soft flesh, under his touch, to the shuddering of your chest. “You're beautiful…” Both hands slid to your thighs to squeeze the meaty bits. He stayed there for just a bit before his eyes locked on to your dripping folds. After a beat he let out a short chuckle. “I guess you were right. It's hard to be down when I'm looking at a pretty pussy.”
“Say that again.” You sucked in a breath, heat collecting on your cheeks.
“What… Pussy?” The little groan he got in response curled the corner of his mouth. “Okaaaaay, pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy puss-”
“Boy!” You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile. “I mean tell me dirty things-” You put your index finger out before he could speak. “Of the sexual variety.”
Goob giggled and leaned in to nuzzle your neck. “Okay! Ummmmm…” You could see his stub of a tail wag lazily just over the slope of his back. “Mmmm I really want to put my cock in you.”
You planted a soft kiss on his neck. “You play your cards right and you get the chance.”
“Aaaaw but I thought this was to help me feel better!” He rubbed up and down the back of your thighs.
“You seem down right chipper to me.” You pushed your head back into the bed to give him a flat look.
“Noooo! I'm still sad!” He rubbed his face all over your chest and neck, a whining sound in his throat. “I need pussy, bad! Pleeeeeease!” His arms coiled around you. With his body fully pressed against yours you could feel his cock poke your thigh, smearing it with the pre-cum leaking from the tip. “I need yooou! I need to cum in you!”
You sucked in a deep breath. God, he always knew what to say. Coaxing his face from you breasts, you held his cheek gently. “Hmmmm, I guess it would be cruel to deny you what you need.”
“So, I can!” His eyes just lit up but you were quick to give him a warning look.
Your thumb brushed against his bottom lip. “Not so fast. This doesn't mean you can ignore your duties.” You pulled him even closer so your foreheads rested together. “I need to be wooed, my sweet angel.”
He nodded eagerly. “Yes! Yes!” He pressed his face into your neck again, this time kissing gently. “I love you so much… so kind…” Each soft breath raised the hair on your neck. “So pretty...” As he kissed down your shoulders his teeth grazed the skin. “I'm so lucky.”
“I love you too, baby.” Your hands ran up and down his back, backing tracks through his fur. That sweet smile hid just behind your breasts. He kept eye contact while his tongue hung out to lick at your hard nipple. “Mmmm, Good boy.”
My strangest kink is probably Agalmatophilia (attraction to dolls, mannequins, statues ect. – mostly dolls in my case) which does also include more "conventionally attractive" dolls like BJDs... but I am really mostly into crash test dummies in particular.
Just-... something about the way their whole purpose is to be destroyed. How helpless they look - stiff as if they were frozen in fear - as we torture them with intentional "accidents". Their facelessness. Their complete lack of reaction as they lay shattered on the ground. Idk. Hot as shit.
Wait that's not what people normally mean when they look at a crash test dummy and think "I'd smash." 😏
taking the porn off tumblr just made us all hornier. it used to be that we’d only sexualize basic things, like human bodies. but now?? you wouldn’t believe the things my mutuals are getting off to
Vee couldn't pick what to stare at more. The swollen cock in her palm or Sprout's face. The gentlest probing of her thumb pulled the sexiest sounds out of him. She experimented as she pleased. Circling over his pink tip, flicking, squeezing the entire thing until he hissed. The half hearted glare he gave her was simply adorable. "Have patience..." Just a teasing whisper against his lips. His lips parted instantly, trembling. Tongue flicked out. At first only puppy licks, but when her strokes started up again he leaned into it. The flat of the muscle laved over her screen, where her digital mouth quirked into a smirk. Saliva coated her screen with each pass, and heated pant.
Sprout grabbed the sides of her head before she could pull away. Steam from her air vents pulsed against his palms, through his fingers. Between soft groans he muttered against her. "Mmmmm... fuck. Ah ugh... keep going..."
Vee couldn't help but chuckle. She could tease him some more... part of her would revel in having him beg for it, but... in the moment it was difficult to deny him. Faster, she stroked his cock. The shakey gasp she earned encouraged her to keep going. With each stroke his kisses devolved into deel pants against the side of her screen.
Vee's focus wandered back to Sprout's cock. Pre cum leaked from the tip, already smearing her palm. His cum had never been enough liquid to harm her before, but the thought had always been oddly alluring. How would she explain something like that to her handler? Or the other Toons? Shut down. Drenched in cum and spit? Just the thought was enough to cause trickles of slick to leak from her folds and onto her panties. She bit her lip. "Can I try something?" Sprout didn't have the chance to answer. Vee was already slipping off the bed to kneel between his legs.
The berry groaned, pleasure hazed fog set deep in his eyes. "Huh?" Then, it dawned on him. "Oh? Uh, okay." He watched her with anticipation fluttering in his gut.
Vee was never hungry before. Sprout made countless dishes. All the other Toons went on and on about how good his food tasted. Still, she never felt more than a mild curiosity about them. Now, though, she had the distinct urge to shove him into a mouth she never possessed. Was that hunger?
She cautiously leaned into his twitching cock. Instinctively, Sprout grinded. Over her mouth, cheeks, eyes. Though she didn't realize it, her eyes were wide, taking it the new sensations. Cute. One hand grazed her antenna. Between his pointer and thumb he rubbed it gently. She flinched from the touch, but didn't pull away. In fact, she leaned in. That staticy feeling slowly built up. It sent shivers down their spines. "G-good girl, Vee."
Even when it was only the two of them she couldn't stop the urge to scoff at being called something so... stupid! Still, her tail betrayed her. A quiet 'thwap' and 'thud" against the floorboards. A sound Sprout clearly enjoyed. His cock slid over her screen with more force. "You l-like that?" The tip poked her camera on each upward stroke. "You want... ngggh to be my good girl?" That tail wagged faster even as she forced a frown. He only moaned in response, head thrown back, but snapping back to lock eyes with hers not even a second later.
Blush marks burned at Vee's screen, and her cute expression! Pouting lips, furrowed brow, eyes darting this way and that. Everytime their eyes met the corners of her lips twitched upward on the own accord.
Fuck, he must be the luckiest man alive. To have an angel of a girlfriend. The strongest women he knows, putty, just for him. His entire fist closed around Vee's antenna, guiding her to move against him. Harder, faster, sloppy, Sprout rocked against her. Until warm cum finally squirted out, coated her screen in sticky ropes. A few drops even beaded at the lens of her camera, blurring her vision.
It was silent for a few moments. Just Sprout panting and groaning, leaning back on his forearms. Vee stood once Sprout let go of her antenna. Their eyes locked. Though, Vee couldn't help the shyness bubbling in her insides. Not with the way Sprout was looking at her. All smiles. One hand reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand, while his other pulled her into his lap. "Come here, darling." He held her chin for a moment, just inspecting his work. "So beautiful..." Nothing but a mutter, maybe he didn't even mean to say it out loud. Either way her internal temperature rouse higher and higher as he wiped down her screen. First the lens, gentle, like if just wiping it would damage her. "...Such a pretty girl..." Louder this time.
She glanced away. "Y-you’re so cringe."
Sprout chuckled as he wiped down the rest of her screen.
"We shouldn't be doing this..." Sprout muttered. Deep pants fanned against Vee's screen, already moistened by saliva.
An almost childlike pout pushed her digital lips, brows furrowed. "Don't you dare stop." She dragged him down to her level before he could even get out a sound. Any protests he could come up with dissipated with her screen pressed to his lips. Not that he could go anywhere. One fist gripped tightly around his leaves, leading him where she wanted him. The other hand sloppily unbuttoned her shirt. Once the collar was separated she yanked him to her neck. More eagerly than he'd like to admit he sucked on her cool metal, warming and collecting condensed saliva under his hot breath.
The slight pain at his roots each time she tugged only egged him on. To pull her closer. To kiss her harder. To let his hands roam as they pleased.
When most of the buttons were undone Sprout brushed the fabric off her shoulders.
"Damn..." More glossy metal skin revealed itself. Fingers traced over the divots that marked the joints in her abdomen. Then, up, and up, until the pads of his fingers ghosted over the elastic band of her bra, lined with delicate lace.
Vee watched every movement. That signature smirk deepened with each second the silence stretched on. "You like what you see, berry boy?"
For once Sprout didn't have the mind to be annoyed at the stupid nickname. Not when each word she spoke oozed with pure sex.
"...Yeah..." Light, airy, more an affirmative sound to keep her happy than any conscious thought. His hands slid up further, and under her bra to cup each breast.
She shivered under the touch, back pressing into the closet wall. Sprout followed. Like every other part of her body, her breasts were metal, unmoveable. Still he squeezed them. His thumb traced circles over her nipple as he leaned in for another kiss. Every couple of seconds Sprout had to break for air, but he couldn't stay away from her long enough to savor even the stale air in the closet. She grabbed onto his belt with her free hand, pulling him flush against her. A deep moan rumbled in Sprout's throat. His cock burned in his pants, swollen, hard. She could probably feel it against her, throbbing with need.
"Why do you have to do this to me? Right, now?" Each breath fanned against her speaker, seeped into her sensitive circuitry.
She chuckled. "You're fun to play with~" Eying him as she did, her palm slid further down. Cool metal pressed his hard on through his pants.
Sprout sucked in a breath, almost pained. "V-vee..." His face tucked into the dip in her neck. So warm, but still shivering as if he were cold. More wet kisses were placed on her metal as Vee rubbed him through his pants. "Nghh... you're such a bad influence..."
"Have you ever spoken to a lady before?"
"I wasn't aware Ms. Version 1 was that high maintenance."
"Shut up." Vee squeezed his groin in warning. Sprout let out a hiss and a string of silent curses. She waited for them to die down before speaking again. A demand. "Tell me I'm beautiful."
Without hesitation. "You're beautiful."
"Tell me you want me."
"I want you."
"That you need me."
"I-i..." It came out quieter, almost meek. "I need you."
"Tell me, you love me."
Sprout pulled away then. Hands this on her, still incredibly close, but now he could she her face. "..." He just stared for a moment. She never- They weren't- "Vee-"
That's when the door opened. Light flooded into the tiny closet, harsh and sobering. Sprout went a few shades lighter the second his eyes adjusted.
Shiiiiiiiiiit.
He didn't even have the chance to plead for forgiveness before he was dragged out of the closet by the back of his shirt. "How fucking dare you make me drag your ass to the kitchen?" He was lifted to her level, his handler's, as she scolded him. "Your ass is grass after this, Seedly!"
Sprout hid in his scarf. "I- s- we- lost-"
"You don't have time for this. Get to the kitchen!" Sam dropped him. He stammered for few seconds before she yelled. "Move it!"
"Y-yes, ma'am! Yes ma'am!" Other Toons watched as Sprout hurried down the hallway, Sam following.
Vee creeped out of the closet, hoping all eyes would stay distracted by the commotion. Just her luck even her most earnest attempts at stealth fell flat. She cleared her throat, smoothing down her now buttoned placket, as she turned the opposite direction Sprout had went.
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It has been forever since ive logged on here oof. Should probably set up a masterlist for this blog?????? I can't promise I will tbh. Your best shot is just going to my ao3 if you want to see my latest nsfw fics on time lol
Im back again! Sorry, yall I mostly just stick to my sfw account cuz I can actually more freely interact is other accounts lol. Uuuuh maybe ill stay logged in here for a bit so I can set up stuff???? Ive got a lot of fics i could post. Like i said the link on my pinned will take you to all my fics lol
i have a friend who has kinda bad eczema on their right hand but their left hand is fine and thats because acidity makes eczema worse and that includes vaginal acidity and my friend is both a lesbian and a slut so they finger a lot of people and that fucks up the hand they use (their right hand). Anyways do you think BBC sherlock would deduce that by looking at my friend’s hands