I write smut with angst. I mean angst with smut. No, waitā
Mostly creepypasta, mostly x-female!reader. My taste in fictional men isā¦ grotesque.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. all characters depicted are adults (20+). Each fic will include individual content warnings.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. ...for nowš¤ My ask box is always open for debauchery and tomfooleryāØš«¶š¾
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idk who needs to hear this but more MadScientist!EJ please. bro is in that mansion basement with beakers and test tubes. synthesizing the best cocaine Liu has ever sniffed, making aphrodisiac serums for Habit, concocting special oil for whatever cyborg android body thing Ben has going on, making explosives and fireworks from scratch so Toby can entertain himself and stop hanging out in Jack's lab asking a million questions.
yeah he sells organs on the black market, and yeah he can pull a bullet out of Tim after a mission gone wrong, and yeah he can stitch Jeff up after he got a little slash-happy doing knife play with himself (um Jeff what typa time r u on). That's all light work, and boring.
They don't call him The Witch Doctor for nothing. A lowkey kingpin.
wsp i really like ur blog aesthetic and drabbles! who are your main/favorite creeps? š« moots? no pressure :p
Awww thank youš„¹š„¹š
Ben is my husbandšāāļøš I tend to put all my domestic longing off on Brian tho for some reason??š§”
UM, YES MOOTS OF COURSE!!! I follow from my main cuz I was a dumbass who didn't know how to use Tumblr when I made this blog lol. You seem like an angst enjoyer yourself I'm excited to read ur writing!!
yall gotta help me decide which WIP I'm working on this weekend!! teasers below!
š Tim Wright ā MORDRAKE
š„ Brian Thomas ā SUGAR TRAP
šļø Eyeless Jack ā GETHSEMANE
(results... cheaterš)
Voting ended onAug 1
I'm not a fucking graphic designer so these screenshots are grody af but you get the jidstš« I've been ignoring these for a while (oops) hopefully I'll be putting in some serious writing hoursš¤š¾
GETHSEMANE IS WINNING BY KINDOF A LOT RN AND IM TELLING YALL YOU DONT WANT THIS ANGSTšš I cried like 3 times just plotting I've never made myself cry writing before. TURN BACK NOW WHILE THERE'S STILL TIME. don't say I didn't warn youš«µš¾
(translation: im so excited it's my favorite most challenging thing I've ever written I live to break hearts)
yall gotta help me decide which WIP I'm working on this weekend!! teasers below!
š Tim Wright ā MORDRAKE
š„ Brian Thomas ā SUGAR TRAP
šļø Eyeless Jack ā GETHSEMANE
(results... cheaterš)
Voting ended onAug 1
I'm not a fucking graphic designer so these screenshots are grody af but you get the jidstš« I've been ignoring these for a while (oops) hopefully I'll be putting in some serious writing hoursš¤š¾
I've had exactly one thought swirling around in this toilet bowl head of mine and that is.... Toby, who just can't handle it when you throw it back in doggyš«š¦
Face down, ass up, arms outstretched and hands braced against the rickety headboard. He lines up, slides in, and the angle is just right. He's barely two strokes in before you can't help yourself. You're rocking back into him hard, setting a pace of your own before he can even decide what to do with you.
And Toby just can't stand the sight of it. The fat of your ass rippling with every plap plap against his hips, the slick leaking out of you and sticking to his thighs, the deep arch of your back... It's embarrassing how weak he gets for you. "Oh ā oh fuck, w-waitā"
You don't even hear that, too busy taking what you want. The way he's stretching you out so good, slamming right up against that spot with every roll of your core, the squelching sounds of your walls clenching around him. The headboard creaks with your rhythm, you press your face into the pillow to muffle the gutteral moans.
Toby's hands find your waist like he meant to slow you down, but his grip goes desperate instead. Just hanging on by a thread, trying to hold out for you as long as he can. But you can hear him whining and babbling back there, and you already know he's gonna have to make it up to you later.
I mean this shit literally plays on a loop in my head. it's unhealthy lolšš
it pisses him off real bad if you do anything without him.
the perverted little elf gets a twinge to his ears when he has a feeling, too. so he checks up on you, through whatever screen he could reach first.
he watches you, noticing you laying naked on your bed, and the fluttering in his chest is a mix of a lot of things.
you sprawled on your sheets abusing your cunt, heād never be opposed to seeing that. but without him?
heat rushed to his cheeks in aggravation, but he felt the same warmth rise in his pants just then too.
āyou littleāā
as he kept watching, he stopped himself. you pulled out your vibrator, and it gave him an idea.
at first, he watched you, let you have your fun.
carefully watching through your screen on his, you having not a single clue, you bring the toy between your legs.
his cock twitches, ears doing the same. he was mad, and you were going to know about it.
your back arched off the bed at the vibration, it buzzing at the lowest setting for the time being. your legs clamped around your hand, hips rolling to find a pleasurable rhythm.
as much as he shamelessly enjoyed watching the scene in front of him unfold, he needed to teach you a lesson. remind you of the boundary he set, and punish you for stepping past it.
he narrowed the field, focusing on one thing and one thing only.
suddenly, your vibrator stopped. you assumed it had died and sighed in disbelief.
you just charged it.
before even thinking about sitting up to charge it again, it buzzed back to life.
you gasped at the surprise, but you were grateful it wasnāt dead.
benās eyes narrowed, and he felt his body grow hot, electric, feeling a vibration of his own on his skin.
you rubbed the toy harder against your slick cunt, loud, sloppy moans falling from your lips as you found the rhythm you had previously.
yeah, you were enjoying yourself too much now, and he convulsed, swearing he glitched a little of annoyance.
the vibrator pulsated erratically, your hips jerking in response.
āf-fuckāwhat theā?ā
it felt good, but you lay there, grinding and confused.
the setting abruptly shifted to the highest, sending an overwhelming shock through your clit.
literally.
your legs lock and you pull the toy away, but your tv turns on.
itās a white screen, no sound, and a hand comes out, then his shoulder, and face.
realizing who it was, you cover your body with your blanket.
ājesus, ben, donāt fuckingā!ā
āwhat. did i. tell you?ā
his voice was distorted and reverbed in the air as he fully climbed out of your screen, immediately pouncing on you.
he rips the blanket off you, grabbing your vibrator from the side and shoving your legs apart.
his body forces its way between your legs as he settles there, and he brings the toy back to your cunt, max power.
āf-fuck, iām sorry!āi-haāah!ā
your hand flies to his shoulder, trying to push him away, but suddenly heād sat solid.
you knew he was strong, stronger than you at least, but your efforts on fighting back and getting him off were pathetically useless, he laughed.
āsorry? yeah, you will beā
he rubbed circles with your vibrator, it pulsing now, low to high, he must be doing something to exert the power of the buzz, it was intense. it was overwhelming.
it was too much.
your legs tried to close, but he held them open, one of his arms hooking around the back of your knee while his body anchored against it, and his other used all its strength to keep you there while he tortured you, no way in hell you were closing them now.
āplease!āfuck, pleaseāben! too-tooā
ā-too, what? too fucking much?ā
your body trembled as he spit at you, shoving the vibrator further against your aching cunt, your folds molded around it. it was like he wanted to push it inside.
your walls clenched around nothing, your legs pushing with all your strength against him to close.
āthisāll teach you not to be a needy fucking bratā
his head lowered slightly, and he used more of his power to overdrive the vibrator as he bit the inside of your thigh.
you yelped, screamed for him to stop, apologizing profusely.
Laughing Jack ā you know him. Monochrome clown, long skinny limbs, long skinny everything... yeah, that one.
He's such an unserious dude, like a running gag reel, an unending comedy set. He keeps the mood light, and that's just the temperature of him. He doesn't know any other way to be.
Jack adores nothing more than making you laugh. It's like his whole goal in life. In fact, it's pretty much the only way he knows how to do foreplay, if we're calling it that.
Smoke curled off the pan you'd just pulled from the oven, black char all that was left of what you'd been baking. He drapes over your shoulder to inspect the damage. "Babe." Gentle. Supportive. "I've seen things claw their way out of hell that looked more appetizing than this." A kiss to your temple. "I'll still eat it, for you. Smells divine."
He's leaned against the laundry room doorway, watching you bend to fish a sock out of the bottom of the basket. "Okay, new rule." Completely deadpan. "You do laundry, I supervise. It's dangerous work ā you could get stuck in the dryer."
He licked his lips dramatically, a conspiring eyebrow raised while you suck on a lollipop in his direction. "Watch yourself, sweet thing. I've got something that'll give you a cavity."
He's good at the pivot. One second it's a bit, the next his hands are framing your jaw like you're something breakable he's decided to risk anyway, and the jokes slow down. They never stop completely, just turn into something quieter, more syrupy and devotional.
"Softer than saltwater taffy," he mumbles into your mouth. "And twice as hard to put down."
At some point, with tongues tangled together and hands roaming more frantic, he words start sounding less like punchlines and more like confessions he was smuggling out in between kisses.
"If I had a heart, you'd be the reason it beat."
And for one full second, he let it be just that. Honest, with his forehead against yours, breathing you in.
But he never let the tension build too strong. Like a bucket with a leak, he just couldn't hold it in. "...In theory. I don't have the equipment, so I guess we'll never know."
You giggle, and he grins before enveloping your mouth again, like your reaction got him every time.
He gets you to the bed, smile still gracing your features. Claws so light down your stomach you forget what they're really for. And then he's tickling the soles of your feet, which is unforgivable, which has you twisting and shrieking and grabbing a pillow to muffle yourself before he's even got your clothes off. By the time he does, you're flushed from laughing as much as anything else, chest still hitching, and he looks so damn pleased with himself.
"You're supposed to be seducing me," you manage.
"I am seducing you. Laughter lowers inhibitions by like forty percent. I read a study. It's possible I wrote the study."
He's an ass man. And a tits man. Honestly, he's into whatever's attached to you, but it's your legs that undo him. The way they part without him having to ask, and when his mouth finally reaches in between, he groans into your folds like he's the one being done a favor.
He's thorough, single-minded about it, certain about every move before he makes it. There's nothing funny about his tongue, long enough to be unnerving on anyone else, cool at first and then hot, dragging flat and broad before narrowing to something filthier and more precise. You've got both hands in his hair before you've decided to put them there.
Your legs hook around his neck. Calves flex. Heels dig into his nape, locking him exactly where he is. He hums into you and the vibration of it is enough to make your hips stutter up off the mattress.
You set the pace entirely, grinding down, shameless once you figure out he's not going anywhere. And he takes it, one hand hooked under your thigh to keep you open for him. He chases your bucking hips, works you straight through the first one and into the second until you're pushing weakly at his head and he finally, finally comes up. All teeth, mouth shining, unbearably smug.
"That all she wrote?"
"Shut up." A light smack to his shoulder, no bite in it.
He kisses his way back up your body, and when he finally pushes into you, it's not gentle or slow. It's a long, deliberate slide that has you both groaning. Because he's long, longer than should be architecturally reasonable. You have to breathe through the first few strokes, feel him everywhere, every inch of it accounted for.
But it's never not fun and games with Jack, even here. A shriek that dissolved into chuckles when he flips you over without a word of warning, knees suddenly under you and his hand fisted tenderly in your hair, angle changed just enough that you actually see stars. Another laugh, breathless and disbelieving, when confetti rains down out of absolutely nowhere. You feel this one before you hear it, full belly, feel it flutter all the way down through you, feel your walls catch on it and clench around him, and he shudders like he's been waiting for just that all day.
He curls over you, drives into you harder, faster, one hand sliding down to work your clit until you're right back at the edge and shaking, cheesing down at you like the two of you aren't currently doing exactly what you're doing. The overwhelm consumes you, walls bearing down hard enough that he curses and follows you over with your name broken and hollow in his mouth.
After, he collapses next to you, entirely too proud of himself, tracing lazy shapes on the back of your thigh. "Same time tomorrow? I'm available."
"You're insufferable."
"And you're glowing."
You'd call it corny if you weren't so busy losing the battle with your eyelids.
The orgasm's good. He'll tell you so when you wake up, cheerfully, no shame whatsoever. But it's not what he's after.
It's the sound. The way your whole face changes when you're happy. When your joy is unscripted, unfiltered, infectious, spilling out of you because of something he said or did.
He'd spend every second with you chasing that high.
this is based off my last post, hopefully itās good š¤š» ty to everyone who gave me inspo
It was your first trip alone together. You and Toby had been in a relationship, situationship? Something like that for almost a year now. He never explicitly asked you to be his girlfriend, but he acted like you were. Texting you all day, calling you any chance he had, showering you in compliments. You knew he was yours, but it always felt like something was missing.
Over the last few months, youāve gotten to see every part of him. One in particular was guarded, protective of himself. It was frustrating because you never were sure where you stood. One second, he didnāt want you to let go of him, and the next, he was telling you that he just needed to be alone for the day. You had been racking your brain the whole trip on how you could break down those last remaining walls. Those words were always on the tip of both of your tongues, threatening to spill out, but they would climb back down your throat before you could think.
His hand pulled you out of your thoughts, sliding up your leg to your thigh and giving it a little squeeze. āA-are you excited?ā His boyish grin was almost enough to make your knees weak and you placed your hand on top of his. āOf course I am, every time weāve taken a trip one or two of your boys have tagged along, about time itās just us.ā You say with a huff, playfully rolling your eyes at him to which he just laughs and brings your hand up to give it a kiss before putting both hands back on the wheel.
He had rented a gorgeous mountain house for the weekend, it was almost your guysā āanniversaryā so Toby decided he was going to surprise you. It did surprise you very much to hear that he had done all of this behind your back, you didnāt think he was capable of something like this or that he truly cared enough about the relationship to want time like this together. You felt bad for having those thoughts but you still always felt like you were being pulled back and forth by both sides of him.
Toby grabbed all of the luggage out of the car, dropping bags a few times before you managed to get the door unlocked. The house was beautiful, rustic cozy furniture, a giant fireplace and string lights hung up around the living room and main bedroom. You told him you were going to take a shower, you freshened yourself up, changed into more comfy clothes and blew dry your hair. When you padded back out to the living room he had set up a little picnic on the floor, a blanket sprawled out with various snacks and a bottle of champagne.
āWhere did you even get this?ā You giggled, picking the bottle up to take a closer look at it. āA man s-shall never reveal h-his secrets.ā He smiled back up at you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down to sit across from him. āThis is really sweet Toby, thank you.ā You stretch your arms out and give him a little pout, he rolls his eyes as he pulls you into him gripping you tight before letting you settle back down. āWho knew you could be such a a romanticā You tease as you pick up a chocolate and pop it into your mouth, he mimics you but makes a point to chew it a little loudly. āIām a-always romantic towards y-you.ā He grumbles, pouring some of the champagne into the two glasses he had set out.
āHmmm maybe in your dreams.ā You nudge his shoulder with your hand, picking up one of the glasses and taking a sip. His brows furrow together but he doesnāt want to ruin the moment and say something stupid so he just grabs your face and plants a peck on your lips. āB-be quiet and a-appreciate m-my efforts.ā
You spend the next few hours on the floor, chatting, eating snacks, playing random card games you could come up with. You had finished the whole bottle of champagne, neither of you drunk but you both felt airy, you felt more confident. Your bedroom life wasnāt dull by far or very vanilla. Toby liked to take control when he felt like he was going to burst but he also had no problem with you being in charge. That happened more often, heād whimper and moan begging you to take the lead, treat him how pathetic he felt letting his body crumble in your hands.
Just the thought of him a mess for you had your stomach tightening as you stared at him, honey brown eyes focused on his phone screen. āFuck itā you thought as you snatched the phone out of his hand and tossed it behind you. His head snapped up to look at you, āW-what the fuck?ā his lips formed a frown and he sat up straighter to face you. āDo you wanna be mommyās good boy?ā The words left your mouth quicker than you could think about what you were saying but by the way his expression changed and his breath quickened you knew he liked it, he always did.
He nodded fast, no longer caring about the phone you so carelessly threw and tried to grab onto your shirt. āNo no no, you donāt get to touch me yet.ā You teased, scooting away from him and standing up so that you were looming over him. He was about to whine and protest but you pointed to the couch, āUp on there.ā He moved so fast you barely registered when he was on the couch, legs spread apart and his chest trying to rise and fall at a normal pace. āYouāre going to touch yourself for me, you wonāt stop till I say you can, understand?ā You were trying your best to be the dominant one in this situation but it was taking everything in you not to just jump on his lap and go to town.
āY-yes mommy, I u-understand.ā He was somehow already almost breathless, his arousal pumping through his veins as he stared back at you. This is how you were going to do it, break down those last remaining walls. Youād never really done anything quite like this with him, usually you in control meant him calling you mommy while you didnāt let him cum the first time he was going to. Not telling him he was going to be a good boy and do as he was told but clearly he wanted that. āTake everything off, I wanna see you.ā And he listened, swiftly pulling off his pajama pants and boxers in one go, letting his semi-hard cock spring out as your eyes watched his every move.
āDid you forget what I said? Start touching yourself.ā He nodded quickly and wrapped a hand around himself, lightly gasping at the contact as he started to stroke. He looked so beautiful, hungry eyes staring up at you from the couch, biting his lip every time his hand swept over his throbbing head. He only really made noise when you were the one touching him, you were able to draw out the most delicious whines and moans from him. But you wanted to hear him, wanted to hear him beg for you to touch him, to let him cum. You werenāt going to give in very easy though.
You decided to tease him even more, your hands found the bottom of your shirt and you pulled it off, letting your bare tits be right in his face. This earned a groan from him, āT-thatās not f-fair, you w-wonāt let me touch t-them.ā He whined, hand speeding up its pace as his eyes focused on your chest. āMaybe if you listen to me Iāll let you.ā You hummed as you sank down to your knees and crawled over to him, settling right in front of his exposed lap. āP-please, you g-get me so d-desperate for you.ā His mind was starting to slip, with your bouncy tits in his face and now your warm breath fanning across his aching cock, he didnāt know how much longer he could take it.
āNo, youāre not going to cum until I say so.ā You hoped you sounded as assertive as you wanted but with the growing wetness between your thighs it was a little hard. This made him groan again as his thighs trembled a little, a sign you knew all too well and you grabbed his wrist making him stop pumping. āF-fuckkk mommy p-please.ā You watched as his body twitched, his cock was throbbing, little dribble of pre-cum falling down his length. You waited until it looked like the feeling passed before you wrapped a hand around him, his hips bucking up into your hand. You placed a hand on his hip to keep him down and your other started moving, teasingly slow up and down.
He looked like he was in bliss, eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly open as he let out little pants. His hands had found their way to your shoulders, gripping you every time you slid a finger over the tip of his aching cock. You so badly wanted to let him just release all over your face but you were enjoying the sight in front of you far too much. His thighs got shaky again, breathing becoming more ragged as you pumped him a few more times then let go. He threw his head back against the couch, his fingers dug more into your shoulders, you felt the sting of him breaking skin. āW-why are you d-doing this t-to me.ā His voice was shaky, frustration, want, hunger all leaking through his words.
You had now denied him twice and it was obvious in the few drops of sweat that appeared on his forehead that he was trying his best to please you. āYouāre being such a good boy.ā You murmured, hands running over his thighs as you grabbed his leaking cock again, his hips twitching at the contact. You let your tongue fall out of your mouth and run against him from the bottom to the top, licking up any pre dribble that couldnāt stop coming out. The moan he let out was so filthy that you couldāve cum just from hearing that. āY-yes please n-need y-your mouth.ā He could barely get the words out before you had taken him in your mouth, tongue wrapping around the throbbing head and sucking on it. His hands shot to your hair, groaning hard as he twisted his fingers in.
You continued to tease him with your mouth, not sucking too hard or staying in one rhythm for too long, watching through your eyelashes as his face was scrunched up in pleasure and frustration. Frustrated that you still hadnāt let him cum but he was going to listen to you, he always did. You let yourself relax more and you took him deeper into your throat, feeling him hit the back of your throat as you hummed around him, the vibrations making his grip on your hair tighter. He started shaking again as you let him thrust up into your mouth, giving him a little control of the situation.
You could feel how his cock twitched in your mouth, threatening to spill inside at any second so you pulled back, letting off of him with a little pop. His groan this time was even louder as he tugged at your hair, looking down at you with half lidded eyes, he looked like he could cry and you loved that. āI think youāve been good enough.ā he could barely nod at your words, his mind only focused on the pleasure you kept giving him and just as quickly taking away. āProve it to me then.ā Your hand found his throbbing dick again and started to slowly pump, your tongue giving little licks to his aching tip. He could only focus on how your mouth felt around him, he was babbling praises like you were the one that needed them.
Youād never done this to him before and he loved every fucking second of it. He loved how you just decided you were going to take control, that he was going to listen to you or wouldnāt get any sort of release. His mind went blank when you wrapped your lips around his tip, your hand still at the base of his cock pumping it deliciously slow. āDo you wanna cum?ā You mumbled around him, the vibrations from your throat sending sparks up his thighs and torso. He nodded furiously, trying desperately to just start fucking your mouth but your hand against his pelvis stopped him. You took him in deep a few more times, your hand going back to pumping the remaining length that wouldnāt fit in your mouth.
His thighs started shaking again, fingers fumbling in your hair as he whined and withered under your touch. āSay the magic words.ā That lit a fire under him, his mind was still completely gone, only being able to focus on the pleasure you were giving him when the words came tumbling out shaky and breathless. āI love y-you.ā Your hand wrapped around him faltered, your eyes widening as you pulled back to look at him. He didnāt even seem to notice what he just said, whining when he didnāt feel your lips on him anymore. āDid you just say you love me?ā It was your turn to be breathless, teary eyes starting at his pleasure filled face that quickly turned into one of āoh shitā as the realization hit him.
But fuck it, he already said it and he meant it. āI love you.ā This time he said it with his full chest, lust filled eyes starting down at you that were mixed with adoration. āI love you too.ā You breathed, finally after all these months he fucking said it, you knew where you stood now. This fueled you back up to jump right back to your mouth wrapped around him, he hissed at the sudden contact and bucked up into your mouth. You didnāt stop even when you were gagging and tears cut into the corners of your eyes. You took all of him down your throat, letting him fuck up into your mouth, bruising the back of your throat with his throbbing cock. It only took a few thrusts into your wet, warm mouth before he was filling it up, hands gripping your hair like you would vanish into thin air if he didnāt have a grip on you. You moaned at the taste of him that infiltrated your senses, making sure to swallow every last drop.
He could barely open his eyes as he slumped back against the couch, arms reaching down to pull you up onto his lap. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses against your skin that made you shiver. His arms held you against his chest tight, like he didnāt want this moment to ever end. āI canāt believe the first time you tell me you love me is when Iām edging you.ā You canāt help the laughter that bubbles out and he pinches your side making you squeak. āJ-just shut u-up and tell m-me it again.ā And thatās how you spent the rest of the night, telling each other that you loved one another, scared the word would cease to exist if you didnāt keep saying it.
