Here you will find fanfictions that will adhere to your twisted hearts desires! (Within reason of course.) Below you will find Rules, Regulations, and some stuff about me, Fox! I do hope you enjoy your time here!
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WRITING DO'S:
Fluff
Angst
Death
Gore (Just don't romanticize it)
Comfort
Suggestive stuff
Smut
WRITING DON'TS:
Any kind of bigotry/racism/etc.
Pedophilia
Weird ass kinks
Romanticizing abuse/death/anything illegal
Necrophilia
Dead Dove
Character x Character (I am not very versed in it and I don't wanna disappoint anyone with a lack of skill on writing a ship that people like.)
Possibly a pathetic Caine? You can make it nsfw or not I just wanna see him acting like a sad wet cat, love everything you do! Keep it up, it's all so so good!
((Ofc! I'm happy to deliver for you!))
Pathetic Caine Headcanons:
If he thinks someone is upset with him, he spirals instantly. Not in a scary way like he did when he broke down with the other Circus Members, but more in a "staring dramatically out a window while it rains indoors with that depressed glint in their eyes imagining sad lofi music" kinda way. And he won't ever admit to it or talk to anyone about it.
He constantly tries to act unaffected, ignoring insults, passing off snide remarks as third party enjoyment, etc. But the second you say "Good job, Caine," with a real lightness in their tone, he's glowing for the next six hours, eyes wide and that silly glowing little cartoon blush on his nonexistent cheeks.
When he's lonely, Caine invents increasingly niche and unreal sounding activities in hopes that maybe you might join him, often making off-handed mentions of playing "Walk-Run" and "Lateral Hi-jinx" with himself and mentioning that he'd let you join. If you do he's as giddy as a four-year-old freshly given candy, excitedly explaining the rules he made up on a whim to you in happy stutters. If you don't join though, he'll make an NPC of you that pretends to like his idea and play with him, and in turn he pretends to be happy about it. You still haven't learned of this.
He follows you around pretending it's a crazy coincidence, and gets irrationally attached to any and all of the tiny moments of affection you give him, constantly replaying them mentally even long into the lonely nights sitting in his office.
Overall Caine has the rough emotional resilience of a golden retriever mixed with the sad, pitiful dignity of a soaked alley cat.
((I changed a COUPLE of things compared to the OC you showed me, just to help differentiate the OC from the Reader here.))
Here you are @samnxs3
Your circus form resembles one of those chunky educational toy robots from the early 2000s. Plastic casing, bright primary colors, visible screws, LED eyes, and little antennae. Your face is displayed on a pixel screen that changes expressions. With another on your chest displaying emoticons. Your chest also has various buttons that make different sounds. You have a tiny speaker that occasionally emits startup noises when you're startled, and you absolutely make dial-up modem sounds when stressed, nobody knows why, not even Caine.
Kaufmo is fascinated immediately, not romantically at first, but rather just genuinely fascinated.
"YOU HAVE BUTTONS!"
"Please don't pre-."
press
Boo-womp
"KAUFMO."
The two of you become an unstoppable combination during Adventures, Kaufmo creates problems, and you solve them.
Whatever nerdy thing you're interested in? Kaufmo learns about it. Not because he understands it, but because he likes hearing you talk. You could spend twenty minutes explaining obscure game mechanics, robotics trivia, or complicated theories. And Kaufmo would be sitting there like:
"I understood maybe six words."
"Then why were you listening?"
"I like your voice."
Everybody realizes Kaufmo likes you before either of you do. Especially Ragatha, and Ribbit... And Caine
"He's staring again."
"He is not."
Across the room: Kaufmo is staring at you with those little floating cartoon hearts over his head. Curtosy of Caine.
Kaufmo somehow understands exactly what you mean when your body language shows negative mindsets. If you're overwhelmed, he'll sit with you and let you ramble through your feelings without judgment.
Kaufmo absolutely loves holding your hands, especially if they're segmented toy-robot hands. He thinks the little clicking sounds are adorable, sometimes he absentmindedly taps your knuckles like he's playing a tiny piano.
Your face screen glitches when embarrassed, and everyone notices, Particularly Kaufmo.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Your screen just turned pink."
"No it didn't."
"It absolutely did."
Over time he memorizes what every button does and the sounds they make, not to annoy you... Well... Not only to annoy you. He learns which button plays music, which button activates a flashlight in your hand, which buttons make silly sound effects, and, more importantly: He learns which buttons you're okay with people touching, and which ones you're not. And He makes sure He always respects those boundaries.
Some nights neither of you can sleep, so you two end up sitting somewhere quiet in the circus, just talking. About your old lives, about memories, about things you've forgotten, about things you're afraid to forget.
Those conversations become some of Kaufmo's favorites, because you're one of the few people who lets him be serious.
You start rambling about something. Could be robotics, maybe old video games you used to like, or maybe even something nobody else understands, but Kaufmo isn't paying attention to the topic anymore, He's just watching you, watching how excited you look being so passionate on the topic, how your eyes brighten when you explain a certain detail or aspect of the topic to him, how your whole screen lights up when he relays info back to you to remind you he's listening.
And suddenly: Oh. Oh no. Confession.
It happens accidentally, because of course it does, it's Kaufmo. He completely blurts it out in the middle of a conversation without any warning.
"I think I'm in love with you."
"..."
"..."
"...I didn't expect that to get said today."
"Neither did I."
Dating Kaufmo consists of lots of laughter, lots of terrible jokes, lots of hand-holding, and loads of Kaufmo trying to make your screen display hearts. Whenever you're feeling down, he'll say:
"Hey."
"What?"
"I think you're my favorite robot."
"There are no other robots here."
"Exactly."
Amidst the happy-go-lucky love you two share, Kaufmo worries about you. A lot. Like, way more than he admits. Because he knows how much you overthink, how much you worry about the future, or about Abstraction, or about losing yourself. So, to calm himself and hopefully you, sometimes he'll gently tap your shoulder and say:
"Hey."
"What?"
"Don't spend today worrying about tomorrow."
And even when you're scared... Even when the circus feels endless... It's a little easier with him sitting beside you, making terrible jokes, and treating every weird little thing about you like it's the coolest thing in the world.
Hello! I saw you had TADC x reader fics in! I was wondering if you could do a Kaufmo x reader fic?
One taking place before Jax joined the circus. With a very introverted reader joining and, maybe a few days in, Kaufmo notices theyโre isolating themself and not interacting with the group at all even during adventures so he tries being friends with them?
Sorry if thatโs too much, there just isnโt a lot with Kaufmo sadly :0(
Kaufmo x Introvert Reader: Quiet Corner
The first few days after arriving in the circus were overwhelming, and not because anyone was particularly mean, but just... loud. Everything was loud.
The colors, the endless hallways, the adventures Caine dragged everyone into. Even the people themselves seemed larger than life. They bounced from conversation to conversation with an ease that made your head spin into an ache. You just couldn't keep up with all of the whacky whimsy of the circus, so instead, you stayed quiet.
At breakfast, you sat at the far end of the table staring daggers into your binary code meal and barely so much as glancing anywhere but the table. During adventures, you lingered at the back of the group, giving paranoid glances around the map with each passing moment, that unearthed panic forming in the back of your mind with every NPC you saw. When everyone gathered in the common room to play games or talk, you usually slipped away before anyone could stop you, unable to fathom how people TRAPPED in this place could be so calm and casual about the torment that belied the "fun and quirky" adventures Caine threw you all into.
It wasn't that you disliked them, truly it wasn't, but you just didn't know how to fit in, after all, they'd all been here far longer than you. They already had friendships, inside jokes, routines. They were all akin to a family, and you felt like an extra piece from a puzzle that had already been completed, unneeded and discardable at a momentary whim.
So you kept to yourself. And apparently someone had noticed.
"...You know, most people don't spend this much time hiding." Kaufmo's voice softly peered around the corner of your hiding place, seeing you balled up in a darker and more lonely corner behind the Main Area couch, you nearly jumped out of your skin hearing him suddenly speaking, looking up from the corner of the lounge where you'd been reading, you found Kaufmo leaning upside down over the back of the couch. How long had he been there?
"...Hi." You muttered out, quiet and embarrassed, still reeling slightly from the scare he gave you a moment prior.
"Hi!" he chirped, face lighting up when you actually responded for once. Sitting in silence for a long few moments, you blinked, and He blinked back, continuing hanging upside down.
"..."
"..."
"...What are you doing?" Your voice shook slightly as you looked over his face, not awkward, nor content, just neutral.
"Waiting." He replied, shrugging slightly from his position on the couch.
"For what?" You asked.
"For you to stop looking like a startled rabbit." He grinned, reaching a rubberhose arm over the back of the couch to boop your nose playfully yet softly, noting the lack of recoil, a small laugh escaping before you could stop it. Kaufmo immediately turned his body around to sit on his knees over the back of the couch, pointing at you excitedly.
"There it is!" He exclaimed with a bright grin, a giggle escaping him as well.
"What?" You asked, confusion in your voice as you raised a brow at him.
"A laugh!" He confirmed, playfully punching your shoulder while mentally priding himself that he was able to get you to laugh for the first time since you got to The Circus.
You groaned and hid your face in embarrassment, face turning slightly pink. He grinned in response, a proud look in his eyes.
"See? Progress." He noted, mind racing with other ways he might be able to slip a giggle from you, though despite yourself, another laugh slipped out before he even said anything further.
Kaufmo carefully climbed over the couch and sat beside you with a content sigh, but you had noticed, he wasn't too close, unlike the others who would be right up next to you or awkwardly far, Kaufmo understood the middle ground, and went at your pace. You appreciated it.
"You've been avoiding everybody." He points out, a little bit disappointed yet not angry or even remotely disunderstanding. You tensed, feeling as though something wrong was done and karma only waited til now to pay you back.
"I wasn'tโ" Kaufmo put a hand up to stop you before you could finish.
"You absolutely were." He raised a brow, giving you a knowing look as he continued,
"..."
"You skipped game night."
"..."
"You left before movie night."
"..."
"And yesterday during the adventure you spent twenty minutes pretending a rock was interesting." He listed off the evidence with a count of his fingers, fighting a smile at the last part.
"It was a very nice rock." You retorted, looking at the nearest pillar as though it was the most pretty thing on the planet, anything but looking at Kaufmo himself.
Kaufmo snorted at your retort, putting a hand on his face,
"You are impossible." His voice shook with held back laughter, resisting the urge to let it burst.
You looked down at your book, the familiar embarrassment returning. Maybe he'd gotten tired of your weird behavior. Maybe heโ
"You know," Kaufmo said softly,
"Nobody's upset with you." He said with a sigh, leaning back against the couch. Your head lifted from the words of your book, the letters becoming faded lines as you took in what he said.
"What?" You whispered, wondering if maybe you misheard him and your brain was getting your hopes up.
"You always look worried." His smile had become gentler, less clownish, more sincere, as he spoke.
"I figured maybe you thought everyone was judging you or something." He looked off to the side, a wave of relatability coating over both of you, you stared, because unfortunately that was exactly what you'd been thinking.
Kaufmo glanced back at your expression, a knowing smile forming as he pointed dramatically at you with an "Aha!"
"I didn't even say anything." You replied flatly, your brow raising.
"You didn't have to." He shrugged.
You groaned again, as He laughed softly. Then the room became quiet, not uncomfortable, but calm. Eventually Kaufmo leaned back.
"When I first got here, I thought everybody hated me." He rubbed his arm as he spoke, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
You blinked.
"You?" Your eyes widened slightly, someone so extravagant and eccentric, so loud and amusing, and he thought the others hated him? It didn't add up in your head.
"Yep." He replied, gripping his arm slightly tighter as he half-shrugged.
"But you're..." You gestured vaguely to his entire self,
"Kaufmo."
He burst out laughing.
"I don't know if that's a compliment or..." He jokingly trailed off, feeling you playfully reach over and shove his shoulder with a grunt.
"You know what I mean." You side-eyed him.
He smiled, not the normal clown smile, but a genuine light and bright smile.
"I do." His gaze drifted toward the comically large skylight windows above you two.
"Everyone already knew each other better than I did. I kept trying to make jokes because I thought if I stopped being funny, nobody would want me around." His soft and vulnerable words surprised you, Kaufmo was usually the most energetic person in the room, so it was strange imagining someone like him feeling lonely.
"So..." he continued, "I figured maybe you're dealing with something similar." Hearing the assumption, you hesitated, breath hitching a bit as you looked to the floor, then finally nodded.
"A little." You admitted, feeling a little less embarrassed this time.
"A little?" He repeated with a soft-spoken disbelief.
"Maybe a lot." You rolled your eyes at your own admittance, hearing him hum knowingly, and then the silence returned, and this time you didn't feel pressured to fill it. Kaufmo seemed perfectly content just sitting there.
After a minute, he suddenly sat upright.
"I have an idea." He snapped his fingers together idealistically, that sentence immediately filling you with concern.
"What kind of idea?" You asked hesitantly.
"The best kind." He grinned mischievously down at you.
"That's not reassuring." You scooted away from him slightly.
"Friendship." He stated bluntly, turning himself to face you, you just stared at Him.
"Friendship?" You repeated with a profound questioning look on your face.
"Yep." His voice lit up, grin widening.
"You don't have to talk to everybody." He placed a hand on your shoulder to attempt to calm your shock.
"I don't?" You tilt your head.
"Nope." He confirms, giving your shoulder a small squeeze before pulling away.
"You can just talk to me." He smiled toothily and cartoonishly, pointing at himself with his thumb, making your heart skip a beat unexpectedly. Kaufmo said it so casually, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world without expectations, without pressure, it was just an offer. A genuine one.
"...Why?" You whispered, voice shaking again.
For the first time, Kaufmo looked confused.
"Because I want to be your friend?" He tilted his head, not understanding the question fully but at least understanding some of the hesitance to a degree, the answer came so naturally that it made your chest ache.
"Oh." Was all you could muster, looking away. He tilted his head in response.
"Is that okay?" He asked, a hand to his chest as he reached over to hover his hand over your back, not touching, but a comforting hovering presence there if you need it, and you found yourself smiling, a real smile, Not one forced out of politeness.
"Yeah." You nodded. Kaufmo immediately threw both arms into the air.
"YES!" He cheered, swinging an arm over your shoulder, the cheer causing several people across the room to look over. You buried your face in your hands with a groan and a quick-growing red face.
"Why are you like this?" You drawled out,
"Because we're friends now." He giggled, patting your shoulder.
"I don't think that's how friendship works." You corrected, nudging his ribs.
"It absolutely is." He smugly grinned down at you, who shoved him off of yourself playfully, watching him fall back and catch himself with his hands.
"No." You uttered bluntly.
"Too late." Kaufmo deflected.
You laughed, and Kaufmo looked ridiculously pleased with himself, a huge comical grin tracing over his eccentric features.
From then on, things became easier, but nothing was instant. You still stayed quiet as a mouse save for peeps of shock or yelps of fear, you still preferred the back of the group during adventures as you were too afraid of the digital pain or digital creatures you've encountered, you still needed time alone to process the 1 and 0 hell you were thrusted into.
But now, there was usually a clown-shaped shadow nearby, someone who sat beside you without demanding conversation and could bask in the silence of the moment with comfort and respect, someone who waved excitedly whenever he spotted you and beckoned you over to the group with a soft call, someone who somehow convinced you to join activities without making them feel exhausting or overwhelming.
Slowly, the circus became a little less frightening, every time you caught Kaufmo smiling at you from across a room, you couldn't help smiling back. Each laugh he let slip from Ribbit or Spike's jokes, you laughed with him like it was a humorous infection. After all, sometimes all it took was one person deciding you were worth getting to know, and Kaufmo had decided that from the very beginning. He learned that you were worth his time, worth the effort, and that kept him going.
Do note that I have them under four different names bc Locust I think is the canon one, Thumper and Organator are nicknames among the fandom and Spindle is my personal nickname for it, so if I alternate their name between those four, that's why.
None yet!
((If I've missed any characters you wish to see, then please don't be afraid to send them my way!))
Their human counterparts are also allowed for those who've seen Ep 9 already, though I will keep them under a SPOILERS AHEAD tag for the time being until Ep 9 starts to spread around further.
Totally unrelated but BRO EP 9 WAS SO PEAK IN THEATERS OMG OMG OMG I CAN'T SPOIL ANYTHING BUT IT WAS SO GOOD I CRIED LIKE THREE TIMES-
So after seeing TADC: The Last Act in theaters today, I've decided to add a new Masterlist to my roster, as the hyperfixation has gotten to INSANE heights thanks to the PERFECT end that was Last Act. So without further adeu... I open my TADC Masterlist!
Could I request a Sprout x a reader that bites to show affection? (Can turn into something spicy if you want?) If not, it can simply be some cuddle HCS
Remember to stay hydrated!!:3 Drink water!! 6 cups a day!! Water!!๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง
((Honestly I really should drink more water with how often I seem to not remember to care for myself.. BUUT here's the Sprout fic!))
Sprout Seedly x Reader: Om Nom
This was the eighth, maybe tenth time you've come up behind Sprout to bite him. Most people give hugs or kisses to tell their partner they loved them, but you? You bite. And a lot, at that. Sprout's tail straightened up instinctively feeling your teeth on his shoulder as he sat at the kitchen table waiting for the oven to ding at him, his hands clenching at the wood while he suppressed the shocked moan that threatened to exit his lips.
"Sweetroll.. Do you always have to bite me?" His voice was shaky and light, a playful nervous grin spreading over his features as he watched you pull away, a smug grin plastered on your face.
"It's my love bites!" Your voice rang out, a playfully sinister giggle leaving you as you rubbed your hands together.. like an evil fly. (If you understand the joke there I love you /plat)
"I understand it's a love bite Y/n, but maybe don't bite me in pu-" He couldn't even get the word out before you had moved to bite the other side of his neck, leaving a large hickey where his scarf usually sat, he let a whine slip out before he stifled himself again, feeling a half-amused sigh leave him when you pulled back.
"Hehehe" You giggled evilly, watching Sprout regain his composure and offer you a tired look,
"You're not gonna make baking these fritters easy for me are you, Cupcake?" He leans over as you sit next to him, reaching over to hold your hand gently.
"Nope!" You chuckled, leaning over for what Sprout presumed was a kiss on the cheek, so he leaned in a bit to give you a good angle.
hey, I saw ur posts and that you're taking requests, so would you be opposed to doing a sprout x reader headcanon list with some spicy hcs?
-๐ฝ anon
((Your wish is my command, Alien Anon! <3))
Sprout Seedly x Reader SFW/NSFW headcanons:
SFW:
- Sprout is a very attentive and caring lover, always paying close attention to your likes, dislikes, favorite things, etc. and he WILL remember them. (He has a whole ass notepad of everything he needs to know about you so he never forgets)
- If you have a sweet-tooth, Sprout is YOUR man. He will whip up any baked goods you ask, any time of day. Always with an extra added touch or two, just for you!
- His love language is definitely gift giving and the gift is sweets. Every day you wake up expect Sprout to give you SOMETHING sweet to eat after you've had breakfast, just as his little reminder to you that he loves and cherishes you.
- Sprout I feel like would call you cutesy nicknames when he can, calling you his Sweetroll, Shortcake (if you're shorter than him), Cupcake, Etc.
- If you reciprocate his nicknames with your own he will short circuit, tail stiffening, hands freezing mid-mix and his cheeks getting all hot. Just don't call him Berry-Boy. It already irritates him when Vee does it he doesn't need you following suit.
- As overprotective as he is with everyone else, with you it goes full hyperdrive. He won't ever let you out of his sight when you two get ready to extract more Ichor, always looking over your shoulder or watching your back. Honestly he's gotten himself hit so many times while protecting you it's a bit concerning.
NSFW:
- Sprout bites. A lot. If you like biting then you'll love Sprout in bed because this man leaves hickeys all over you like he's trying to eat you alive, usually leaving a select few all across your body and leaving large clusters of them in your most sensitive areas.
- If you bite him back he malfunctions, and is extremely vocal, always gripping your hair to push your teeth further into his skin as he moans and whimpers.
- PLEASE leave hard to hide hickeys on this man. He gets so flustered and huffy trying to cover them up the next morning.
- He has a strange thing for wrapping his tail around you, whether it be your thigh, waist, neck, he doesn't care as long as it's wrapped around something on you.
- Almost always starts off slow and romantic and eases into getting rough with you the closer he gets. But ironically he starts off quiet and reserved at the start, getting louder and more desperate the rougher he gets.
- HEAVY praise kink, giving and receiving, he'll praise you all day and night, worshipping you until his voice becomes hoarse. If you praise him he's a blushing mess of lusty fluster and desperation for you.
Hi could you write twisted Shelly fluff headcanons with a reader that is very affectionate to her and does their best to cheer her up
((AH-! The idea of this is so cute to me I can't NOT! You can interpret this as Toon or Human Reader, whichever suits your fancy. Also sorry that fics are taking longer to write lol, I have like 30 or so asks to get through and I'm dealing with graduation shit so it'll be a while before I find a concise schedule.))
Twisted Shelly x Reader comfort headcanons:
- Due to the surging Ichor in her system, she didn't even realize it was you at first, so you better have good cardio because chances are, she won't notice for a long while.
- Once actually pinning you down and getting a good look at you (after attempting to bite off a limb), she'd realize... She knows that face... She remembers that voice... It's you.
- Would be terrified to go anywhere near you for a while after your first encounter, afraid she'll lose herself and harm you, or worse kill you.
- It'd take a lot of kind words and gentle coaxing to get her to let herself near you, but after she realizes she won't hurt you she's putty in your hands instantly.
- A huge cuddle-bug, always in your lap just listening to your breathing and feeling safe in your presence, content to stay in a comforting embrace in silence. You being near her is comfort enough usually.
- On rare occasions though, due to Shelly's jittery attitude and hypersensitive hearing and smell due to her Twisted mutations, she is easily brought into overstimulation or panic attacks. If you happen to catch one of these panic attacks, she is quite feral and jittery during them, usually finding herself reduced to a shaking, whining ball in the corner while you sit next to her and gently rub her spine, telling her it'll be okay.
- Due to her odd body curtosy of her Twisting, she can't balance all that well, usually using her upper body to propel her forwards, hence why she picks up momentum so easily. And with this, it makes it hard to walk, stop running, or make sharp turns. That's where you come in, keeping a hand on her hip in case she has trouble walking, trying to cut off her running paths so you can push her to a stop, or of course catching her upper half if she trips over her legs, holding her clawed hands gently as you help her back up.
- Overall, having you around Shelly after her Twisting is a massive improvement from her feral and bewildered mental state, though even through that, she never told you what exactly made her Twist so badly.
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Howdy! This is my debut fic, using an OC of mine. If anyone would like a fic of their own, request a style, and ill, chuck my OCs at it!
[Also this is in collaboration with @thefoxcorner]
The day was young, extremely so when your alarm had gone off. 8am, sharp. You stared blankly at the alarm blaring next to your ear.
โFuckโฆโ You thought to yourself, maybe you could call out? No, She would not be happy about that, it was your own fault you drank that coffee at 4am. You groggily rolled out of bed, your head throbbing and your body resisting. As you grabbed your lab coat, and began walking to 1-Aโs cell to feed him, something feltโฆ Off. You couldn't quite name it, but something was odd. A little too much ice here, maybe the air is chillier there than it was last night? You pushed it aside, and made it to 1-Aโs cell. He growled and snarled, as he always did when he saw you. When you pressed the button, and pulled the lever, 1-Aโs food dropped into his cell and messily devoured it. Working for Alexis had always been messy, between the zombies, the dinosaurs, and whatever was in between, you had gotten pretty used to it. What you'd also gotten used to is the noises, sometimes screams, sometimes moans, it was always random. Alexis's Lab was very much not a job for the faint of heart, but ever since you'd lost your brother in a car accident of your own making, it'd been easier to avoid caring about gore and sex. Well, until it made its way to you. See, as you often did, you had gone to get Alexis her morning coffee, but she wasn't there, or in any of her usual spots for that matter. You chalked it up to just her sleeping in or something like that. You left the coffee, and a little note behind.
โYeah, she'll see it. Hopefully.โ You had thought. Roughly two hours later, you hadn't checked the time often, you felt a sharp, cold thing pressing onto your shoulder, a bit shocked you whipped around and there She was. Alexis. But, she wasn't wearing her lab coat, or her usual business attire, no, she was covered in icy blue and white scales, pupils pressed into thin slits while she stared down at you with a soft red glow across her face. Your eyes raked over her body, and for whatever reason, you felt a tight, gripping warmth in your stomach.
โShes my boss, why the fuck am I getting flustered?โ You questioned in your own mind. Then, Alexis's eyes raked over you and she licked her teeth. Your eyes met hers, and it hit you. You had never, EVER seen someone look THAT sexually frustrated.ย
โUh oh.โ Alexis's tail thrashed behind her.ย
โAre you busy?โ Her Russian accent was thicker than usual, with this irritated, low growl to it.ย
โUhmโฆ no?โ You responded meekly, feeling small under her almost seven-foot tall frame.ย
โGood.โ She growled as she shoved you onto the desk you had been backed up against. You'd never considered yourself that attractive, maybe a bit more pretty than the average, but certainly not attractive enough to catch your boss's attention. Though, you'd certainly be lying if you said you weren't wildly turned on by the thought. Alexis huffed impatiently.ย
โDon't make me say it. You know what I want.โ Her tone had dipped lower, quieter, like this was some secret, like she didn't have you where anybody could walk by.
โDo I? Because I'm not so sure I do.โ You responded challengingly, causing a snarl from the woman above you, pupils thinning to vertical lines as you felt a sharp claw stab slightly into your hip. It wasn't quite enough for blood to be drawn, but it was there, putting pressure on you. Your breath hitched, and you stiffened a little.ย
โDont be a brat.โ She ordered sternly, reptilian muzzle flaring and tail thwapping against the ground rhythmically.ย
โOh yeah? And what if I decide to be anyway huh? Whatcha gonna do then?โ You knew it was a bad idea to challenge her, second guessing the words slower than they left your mouth. But you did it anyway, relishing the thrill in your otherwise dreary life. Alexis didn't give you a verbal response, but the claw digging farther into your hip was enough of a hint to how fed up she was with the attitude. She sighed one last time, before burying her face in your neck. She inhaled your scent, nostrils flaring and leaving a sensually cold sensation across your collar that has your breath hitching and hairs standing on end, before her sharp, thick and long tongue raked across your soft skin. It was cold, mixed with a thin residue of saliva and frost; Alexis had huffed onto your neck responsively feeling your shoulder tense, you were getting undeniably horny under her ministrations, inflating her ego. She chuckled a bit against your neck, before you felt her sharp teeth slowly sink into your neck. You tried to suppress a quiet moan, which became impossible as she bit harder. The increasing pressure pulled the lewd noise from your throat, felt her grip on you tighten possessively. Alexis pressed her knee into your core, feeling how wet you were through your pants.ย
For the first time in a few minutes, Alexis spoke, her voice hungry.ย
โTake them off.โ Honestly, with how fast you threw off your shoes and pants, you didn't know if she secretly ripped them off or not, but you didn't care at all. You shuddered a bit, feeling the cold air of the Lab hit against your core like a snowstorm. Alexis pulled away, just a little bit so she could look at you.
โSo obedient. It's no real wonder why I cherish you so.โ She said, almost condescendingly, a sickly sweet tone falling from her tongue like sap. And you were sipping every bit of it with a bite of your lip.
โGonna keep staring, or do something about it?โ God why did you keep pushing her? Your brain was scolding you while your body was too busy thinking with its pussy. Alexis licked her teeth again, slick saliva forming melty lines between them connecting to her slithering tongue, and tore your shirt off. Literally. Revealing your barely big enough bra, tits practically pouring out of the bra itself and it hasn't even come off yet. Alexis grunted approvingly at the sight, tail curling upwards in slight surprise.ย
โQuite well endowed.โ She stated flatly as she pressed a sharp claw against your clit. She pulled her claw away and lapped at you, tasting your salty slick over her pointed tongue, the cold frost causing shivers up your spine, thighs threatening to buckle shut.
โMmmmโฆ And you taste wonderful.โย She murmured against your warmth. She continued tracing idle circles around your clit before her tongue dipped between your folds, threatening to push inside of you. Your hands instinctively shot to her horns, gripping them tight with anticipation. Alexis took that as an invitation, forcing her thick tongue into you. The slithering appendage slid into you easily, coiling around and pressing into spots that had you seeing stars, moans and whines spouting from you like a fountain, the coldness of her smooth tongue against the warmth of your velvety walls eliciting a groan from Alexis, causing her tongue to vibrate softly inside you, the point of her tongue threatening to press into your cervix, yanking from your throat a hearty gasp. After maybe a couple of minutes with her muzzle practically attached to your crotch, Alexis pulled herself away, pulling a pathetic whine from you, which in turn, incited a chuckle from Alexis.ย
She stood tall over you again, and then you looked down, seeing not a pussy, but a seven and a half inch, girthy cock staring back at you, glistening with pre cum. Alexis rubbed herself, spreading it around her dick. She stepped closer, putting her hands to either side of you, trapping you against the desk she currently had you on. Without much warning, she began pressing inside you, the two of you feeling your pussy stretching around her, causing an elongated moan out of you that would be worthy of a pornstar. It was about then you realized, her tongue was just a warm up for the monster she was putting inside you. She growled as she stuffed herself deeper, seeing an indention of her cock in your lower abdomen, beginning to thrust at a torturously slow pace. You whined desperately,
โAlexisโฆ pleaseโฆ faster.โ You pleaded softly, panting between words.
โNot. Yet.โ She growled out in response. She continued the slow pace, feeling you slowly loosening up courtesy of her cock stretching you and allowing your body to adjust to the size, all pain slowly fading into soft ripples of cold pleasure. Then, without much warning, after you were nice and loose, Alexis pulled out, leaving an exposed breeze where the warmth resided a moment ago. Then she flipped you over, forcing you to bend over the desk you had been sitting on. You gasped at the feeling of the cold metal against your exposed tits, her free hand gathering your wrists and pinning them down before she shoved back in with no resistance this time, her head throwing back as your soft insides molded around the shape of her cock, the tip flaring inside you, stretching a limit against your cervix. Her pace was immediately rough and punishing, your body jerking back and forth against the force of her thrusts, her hand gripping your wrists tighter. Above you, you could hear the hissed snarls from Alexis, her muzzle crinkling to reveal her saliva coated teeth, nostrils flared with a puff of frosty haze that sent a chill over you. Her free hand dug into the metal while her thrusts became more wild, the claws digging through the metal with a screech.
The pace continued for a while, moans and screams mixing with the grunts and snarls of the woman above you in an ensemble of pure lust. Alexis let out a draconic chortle at your pathetic whines, tail curling around and whipping your back to force you to moan louder, letting a loud snarl slip as she felt you tighten around her, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto the ground below you. She bent over you, her tits resting against your back, thrusts grinding her cock deeper, flared tip spreading your cervix and barely attempting to press in, her teeth grazing your neck as you screamed in a mixture of pleasurable pain. Her tail coiled around your waist, her cock twitching softly inside you, she was close. You weren't sure if you came yet but didn't care to count, lost in the mindless feral sensation of her monstrous size rearranging your reproductive organs.
With several more deep, brooding thrusts and a roar of defiant lust, you felt the warmth inside you get hotter and stickier, your stomach feeling like liquid gold as she pulled out, admiring the sight of her cum leaking out of you slowly, dribbling down your thigh. Alexis hummed, trailing the drop along her fingers and pressing the cum back inside of you, fighting a chuckle at your high pitched whimpers. Alexis's scales, wings, horns, tail and massive cock all slowly retracted into her. She looked at you, admiring her work.
โMuch better.โ She leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. โIll come find you again, if I need you. Go ahead andโฆ take the rest of the day off.โ She said happily, before walking away, her feet tapping quietly against the floor as she went to her room to freshen up. This job had just got very, very interesting.
Indeedy I do! I haven't posted it lately bc I've been slacking on my Inbox and with how multifandom the asks are I gotta lotta different stuff to do lol.
Level with me.. (This isn't serious I promise LMAO)
Am I a weirdo, a whackadoo if you will, for writing Pokemon smut? Like not even the Trainers or anything just the straight-up Pokemon? Bc I have a bunch of blurbs of smut for Pokemon like Nidoking and Beedrill and now I'm sitting here like "Am I a fucking freak for writing these??" So idk, just level with me here fellow fanfic writers.
