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[yaemicoco]

[acapelladitty]

Forniphilia with Scarecrow.... oh to be a pretty little desk for the master of fear balancing his beakers and papers and holding his pens in my mouth >.< (I'd be SO good i wouldn't move or squirm at all :)

This ask tickled a big part of me that i didn't know needed tickling! 👀💦🎃 Enjoy xx

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The carpet beneath your knees and palms is not as comfortable as you thought it would be. A whole hour has passed since you adopted your current position and, at this point, you swore you could feel every single fibre of the frayed carpet as it cut into your skin and made your knees ache from the pressure.

Fully nude, the air in Crane’s living space is surprisingly warm as it caresses your skin and keeps you from shivering – any big movements likely to disturb the notebooks and half-full cup of coffee which is perching precariously on the smooth expanse of your back.

Eyes cast to the floor, exactly as Crane has demanded, you flinch slightly as you feel the mug of coffee raise from your skin and you hear him taking a slow sip, savouring the liquid before placing it back down further up your spine; the heat from the ceramic making you inhale sharply as it feels very hot for a moment before settling down.

“Pen.” Crane says quietly, his hand dropping from the notepad in his lap to fall in front of your face.

Within your mouth, the handful of smooth writing pens are clamped harshly between your teeth and have been for some time; enough that a small puddle of drool has fallen to the floor beneath your head in a show of real humiliation which made your face burn and skin flush. The ache in your jaw is undeniable, the constant tension of the pens making each slight movement twinge with discomfort, but you had yet to drop a single one.

Loosing your tight hold of the pens just enough to allow him to slip one from between your teeth, you quickly re-grip those that are left as you curl your fingers into the carpet – desperate to keep the feeling in the struggling limbs.

“Almost finished.” Announcing himself as the pen scratches quietly on the notepad, Crane’s voice washes down from his seated position at your side. “You’ve done very well but before we can finish I must check that everything is in order.”

You feel the soft weight of his current notepad as he deposits it to the small of your back, the metal spiral of the spine cold against your bare skin.

A startled gasp flees your lungs as his unseen hand tugs at the thick plug which sits heavily inside your ass, fingers pulling at the flared base to the point where you feel the plug shift and press against your hole from the inside. Groaning around the pens as you drop your head slightly and force your body still, the flare of the plug as it begins to stretch your hole is intense and your thighs tremble with anticipation.

If Crane pulls it free, with you still like this, then there was no way you would be able to maintain his strict positioning.

Almost sensing your thoughts, Crane pulls sharply and you can’t keep your teeth clenching around the pens any longer as your mouth opens into a pained gasp, the plug at its widest point as you hole stretches to accommodate it – pleasure as sharp as the discomfort rolling through your groin and making your clit throb.

“Unable to even keep a pen still.” Crane chastises, releasing the plug and shoving it back it with clear irritation as he shifts his focus to your head instead, gripping your hair in such a way that you feel the burn in your scalp. “Such incompetence is stunning. Clearly your desire for punishment is far greater than your fear of disappointing me. Perhaps we need some form of correction.”

Already suffering one of his punishments, the thought of additional suffering makes your heart clench within your chest as you consider begging for mercy but don’t, knowing from experience that it won’t do any good.

Crane’s fingers drop to the floor beneath your head as he quickly scoops up the handful of pens and takes them from your sight.

“If you’re mouth is incapable of simple tasks then maybe I’ll try one of your other, more useful, holes.”

Without any preamble, the first of the pens slips in your cunt without any resistance and the sensation of it, cool and smooth along your heated walls, draws a low sigh from your lips as you fight the urge to push back against it. Before you can do much else, Crane is quick to follow up with another two pens – inserted in quick succession as he is careful to ensure that they are all pushed it at equal depth.

Humiliation and arousal sweep across your skin at the clinical use of your hole, your pleasure clearly not being his goal as Crane continues to add pens. Despite it all, you clench around them – the stimulation after being denied for so long pairing with the fullness of your ass to make your cunt dampen as you find yourself slowly being stretched open.

Eventually running out of pens, Crane hums contentedly as he presses his palm to the even ends which now stick out from your hole – pushing all of them in another inch as you shudder and arch your back slightly, feeling the notebook slide down your spine as its balance is disturbed.

“Careful, little mouse.” His voice a firm warning, Crane taps his spindly fingers along the base of your back as he watches the various decorations shiver in tandem with your skin. “If my notes or coffee spill then I will have to resort to much more drastic punishments as your best parts appear to already be preoccupied.”

[spacemancharisma]

[daily-inversion]

{ day 13 : couch. ||

|| “ He keep2 waking up in the furthe2t po2ition2 away from me it’2 not fair… ” ||

{ “ I have no idea what my body’s doin’. ” }

[ferretwhomst]

della the unstoppable force and gyro the immovable object

[freakyevilmpregartist]

HOW TO COME OUT: Transmasc Edition

1.) make a 100-qyuestion kahoot about your favourite topic

2.) make a full animation to ego renegade boy. and i mean FULL.

3.) post it on a channel where your parents will see

4.) invite your friend who knows already over. then host the kahoot. if your friend isnt top 5 then you kill xem.

5.) 1st place gets to find out, everyone else just stays in the dark

ave fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rasskaz4ik]

Werewolves cannot speak well when transformed and this is one of the many hills I'm gonna die on when it comes to werewolves.

The transformation is absolute. It's meant to strip away the entirety of the human form and replace it with that of the beast. Bipedal or humanoid though it may look, and even if it possesses its full set of wits and retains its intelligence without fully caving to the madness, it is not human.

The werewolf's body is structured differently. Their tongues aren't equipped to reproduce language they can in their human form. There are some words, the intent may be there, but attempts at speech are difficult to parse for humans and other creatures and it just sounds terrifying.

Speech is low and gravelly, snarls around attempts at mimicking vowel sounds. Certain attempts at producing hard consonants just sound like threats. Should they get much of anything out at all, sentences are broken and they may just limit the attempts to only the important words which, if understood, convey a message.

Whether the message is understood as intended, however, is up to the listener.

[billiamdoor]

I’m not going to be mean because someone said something vaguely annoying while I was upset. I’m not going to be mean because someone said something vaguely annoying while I was upset. I’m not going to be mean because someone said something vaguely annoying while I was upset. I’m not going to be mean because someone said something vaguely annoying while I was upset. I’m not-