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straycatj · 22 hours
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だっこ やぁなんでちけど
じつはこふも おかさんにおすわりしたいんでち
Kofu don't like to be hugged, but to tell the truth,Kofu also want to sit on mom...
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I drew @straycatj
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Kofu-San & J-san in my sketchbook 😊 @straycatj
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kiowo · 11 months
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Was so nervous for my driving class, and then Kofu popped up on my dash
(Hi again @straycatj
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snufkinshat · 15 days
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wouldn't want it any other way than being supervised by a distinguished gentleman and his apprentice
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Comrade Straycatj
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thentherewasfury · 4 months
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Our barn cat had untreatable cancer :(((((((
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mynameisanakin · 2 years
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Ah, it’s that time of night. The guess why Chuck smells like something weird af time.
Tonight, it’s laundry, but to the extreme. Like, he just got back from a nice laundromat. I have yet to come up with explanations. It isn’t my laundry soap, either.
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potatobugwrites · 13 days
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Ink demon alphabet SFW 🥰
AWWW YES
warnings: mentions of trauma, mentions of eating things alive
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
at first, bendy is not affectionate at all. he’s rather distant and hesitant to commit any form of physical affection. however, once he realized he wasn’t too good at displaying affection through words, he decided on rubbing his head against you like a cat, and then it grew to him wanting to hold you more often! 
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
the ink demon has... never had a friend before. you’re the first, and he does not know how to deal with it at first. he has no idea how to even be a friend in return, aside from doing favors for you at first and talking with you. just know you can confide in him at any time!!
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
bendy is a big cuddle monkey. he loves holding you in his arms in whatever position you’re comfortable in, and will rest his head in your lap so you can give him head and horn pets as often as possible. though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s an absolute cuddle menace!
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
he is the almighty ink demon. do you expect him to be able to cook food or clean anything? his idea of “cooking” is eating an ink creature while they’re still alive. not the most domestic thing to do. he doesn’t entirely understand the concept of even being “domestic”.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
he’d eat you lmao. if he ever deemed you untrustworthy, or if you hurt him in any way, he’d see no reason to keep you around. that’s the only way anything would end, at least
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
bendy has absolutely no idea what marriage even is. he knows the mere idea of it, but doesn’t understand it whatsoever. his idea of “marrying” you would be just to keep you by his side forever as long as you’re willing to have him. and if you wanna put a ring on it, hey, he doesn’t understand human customs but sure.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
“gentle” is the last word anyone would use to describe the ink demon. however, for you, he’s exceptionally soft. no one has ever been gentle with him in his cursed lifetime, so he doesn’t know how to be soft with you at first. it takes a lot of teaching and a lot of trust for him to warm up and be vulnerable with you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
bendy’s hugs are like being tugged into a giant cave. he’s this huge mass of ink and bones so he isn’t the softest hugger, so he can come across as a bit aggressive when showing affection, though he doesn’t mean to, he just can’t control his strength at times and forgets how fragile you are compared to him
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
it takes him a long, long, long time before he says it. its another thing added onto the pile of things he doesn’t understand. no one has ever shown him love, so he has no perception of what it is or how it should be. he only learns it through you and if lots of affection, words of affirmation, and quality time is what love is, then yes, he’ll end up saying “i love you” eventually.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
oh boy... the ink demon has no filter when he’s jealous. usually he sees you as doing no wrong, if you’re spending time with helpless lost ones, or being openly affectionate with other ink creatures, he doesn’t mind all that much. but if one starts getting a bit too close with you, he’ll rip their head off, unless you can calm him down. as much as he hates to admit it, he’s extremely possessive and just wants to protect you. he can’t risk losing his only source of love.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
this man has no lips so he can’t exactly kiss you. he’ll boop you with his teeth and lick your face with his inky tongue, but that’s about all he can do when it comes to smooching you. your kisses however, are so soft and adorable it makes him purr wherever you decide to kiss him!
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
bendy has no idea how to deal with anyone, let alone children. he sees them as bite sized snacks, to be honest. unless you convince him otherwise, kids are frankly a waste of time and/or edible in his eyes djksgs
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
mornings don’t really exist in the alternate dimension, so whenever you wake up he just goes about his “day” with you like normal. tho he’ll probably bring you food aka body parts because he knows you’re probably hungry when you wake up djsgddf
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
same as for mornings, nights don’t exist, it’s just always dark. however, he counts you going to sleep as “night”, so he’ll make sure you’ve got lots of plushies and pillows and whatever else you need that’s comfortable for you to sleep on
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
it’s a very long time before bendy starts opening up about his traumatic past. no one has ever cared about him, listened to him, or taken him into consideration. it takes a long time for him to trust you because of this, so he won’t “open up” until further along into your relationship.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
the ink demon gets pissed off very easily, it’s frightening. though you’re the last person to make him mad, most others will irritate him if anything by their mere presence alone.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
bendy remembers everything about everyone. he can get inside someone’s mind and know each of their secrets. so everything you’ve ever told him about yourself, he has retained in his memory.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
the ink demon’s favorite moment was when you showed genuine kindness to him. it was before anything romantic ever happened, you just genuinely wanted to be his friend and to get along with him, and that moment means the most to him out of all of them. it was the foundation of your love for him and his love for you.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
the ink demon will protect you against ANY harm that comes your way. all threats will be eliminated one way or another. as for him, he doesn’t need any protection at all. he’s the ink demon. though of course, he appreciates you protecting him against any negative remarks that come his way. that’s always sweet and he never stops you from doing so
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
bendy tries his best to make sure you’re happy and cared for. he wants to make sure he’s doing a good job at being a friend, significant other, etc, even if he has no idea what he’s doing at times. this goes for no matter what he does, whether it be his idea of a “date” or giving you gifts that he thinks would mean something to you!
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
the fact that he enjoys ripping lost ones to shreds, probably. i mean, mans has to eat, what else is he gonna do? but he also does it just because he wants to so dkjghsj
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
bendy could not give two hecks about what he looks like. he already knows he’s terrifying no matter what form he takes, so why bother doing anything else?
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
it isn’t that he would feel incomplete without you, he’d just feel empty again like he did before if you weren’t there (so yes i guess, he would feel incomplete without you...?) . you fill a hole no one else could fill. he wants to protect you and love you for the rest of his life just as you do him
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
bendy purrs like a giant cat when you pet him, thank you
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
he doesn’t like anyone who despises him and who actively seeks to hurt him. 
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
the ink demon doesn’t have the need for sleep, however if he so chooses he’ll cuddle with you while you sleep in his arms, and has his own way of drifting off, forgetting about the world around him without actually needing to sleep.
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straycatj · 25 days
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圧力団体。
The pressure group.
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jazzelsaur · 2 months
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Kinktober Day 9 — Double Penetration — SHTC'verse
Jack 'Agent Whiskey' Daniels x F!Reader x Frankie Morales (SHTC'verse)
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Pairing: Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x F!Reader x Frankie Morales, from my Stars Hit the Ceiling Universe. This takes place early on in their relationship, before SHTC. You don't have to have read that to enjoy this. Summary: You ask the boys to give you something they haven't yet. Word Count: 4.9 K 🤡 Rating: Explicit | 18+ Only Warnings: NSFW; Explicit smut; Double penetration; praise kink; sex toys; m/m elements; oral sex (f!receiving); Jack is a menace; feelings; hints at domesticity; alcohol use; petnames galore. I think that's everything, but (politely) let me know if I missed something. A/N: Yes, I know this is late. Kinktober is a state of mind, not a schedule. Also, has it been well over a year since I posted anything for these three? Yes. It's like that sometimes. As a reminder, this takes place early on in their relationship, only a few months in. I hope you enjoy!
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Years ago, when you first met Jack, he’d been all spitfire and suave sex-on-legs—undeniably handsome and unforgettable in the sack, with a surprisingly sweet side to balance it all out. It took no less than a long weekend between his sheets for him to cement himself within the creases of your heart permanently, and from there, it felt as easy as breathing to build a life together.
The two of you found yourselves spending all your free time together, taking spontaneous weekend trips across the globe, two loud, chaotic souls out in the world for a good time, not necessarily a long time. You were met with doubt, often compared to two tornadoes tearing through the night, unable to make it in the long haul. Together, you weathered every storm, hand-in-hand, without any doubt in either of your hearts, no matter what the skeptics said.
Even now, when people ask, your answer is simple: we just knew.
A helicopter pilot hadn’t been in the game plan, but thankfully, neither you nor Jack cared much about sticking to a plan.
It’s only been a few short months since Jack first approached Frankie in that bar, cocksure and irresistible, but Frankie’s settled into your combined lives with an effortless grace that doesn’t come naturally to you or Jack. He’s the soothing, calming presence you didn’t know you needed or were missing until he agreed to follow you both home and into your bed.
Guess we’ll need a bigger bed, Jack joked about six weeks in one evening when Frankie had spent his third night in a row over at your charming, renovated farmhouse.
Frankie sits with you now on the oversized porch swing, one warm, work-worn hand on your bare thigh as he takes a small swig from a mason jar of moonshine. He sputters the liquid, handing it toward you while wiping his lips on his shoulder. 
Jack grins, sprawled out like a cat in a sunbeam on the wicker lounger nearby. He’s long abandoned his hat, dark hair curling at the ends from surviving a day’s worth of sticky humidity. He cracks a joke about Frankie being a city boy, not accustomed to the burn of back-country liquor.
You tsk at him, a weightless scold, leaning over to drop a kiss on Frankie’s warm cheek and breathe him in. He’s all clean sweat, freshly cut grass, and sharp pine after taking on an impressive amount of chores during the hottest part of the day as if to prove to Jack just how much a city boy could do. 
You were kind enough to bring them both lemonade, eyeing them hungrily in their matching sweat-soaked white tees. The image has been simmering at the back of your mind all day, a near-constant low hum just under the surface of your heat-prickled skin. 
You take the mason jar from Frankie, its contents tickling your nose hairs like gasoline, with the burn to match if you take a sip. You’ve already had a few pulls, your lazy, late-evening game of truth or drink a way to pass the time while you waited for the sun to go down, savoring the wisps of cooler night air curling around you. You playfully scoff at Jack, passing on your turn to take another sip.
“This shit is pure diesel fuel, and you know it, Jack.” 
He only grins, eyes glittering like starlight, laced with his signature mischief. 
“Give us a truth then, darlin’.”
You consider them for a moment and all the ways the three of you have tangled together since the first time. It was like a dance, seeing how many different ways you could flow together and find the fits you liked the most; iterations of one of them inside you while the other was inside them. Various arrangements of your bodies on your (new) large bed, mouths and lips and spit and slick and cum, a beautiful mess, you three, always ending in a warm pile of entangled limbs, too unwilling to part even for sleep.
But there’s one way you haven’t come together yet. 
You’ve had just enough of the burning liquor to light a fire in your belly, to loosen your tongue without slurring your words, and they drop from your mouth without further thought. 
“Okay. I want both of you,” you pause, feeling Frankie’s head twist to look at you. Jack’s eyes shimmer in the dim porchlight, his silhouette back-lit by fireflies. He’s about to say something—think we already knew that, Sugar—if you had to guess, but you beat him to it.
“At the same time.”
Next to you, Frankie practically chokes on his tongue, his hand squeezing into your thigh for just a fraction of a second. Across from you, Jack sits up with graceful vigor, despite taking more generous sips of the moonshine than you or Frankie had. 
“Come again?”
“You heard me, Cowboy.”
“I just wanted to hear it once more for good measure.” Jack grins, moving to kneel in front of you, one hand finding the curve of your hip while the other curls over Frankie’s jean-clad thigh. Your forefinger finds his chin, scraping against three-day stubble as you tilt his head to meet your gaze.
“I want both of you to fuck me at the same time.”
“Jesus Christ,” Frankie bites out, shifting in his seat, the front of his jeans undoubtedly already uncomfortably tight. Jack notices, sharp eyes flitting away from yours to land on Frankie’s prominent bulge. His smile turns filthy, eyes skating up Frankie’s torso, then surges forward to lock their greedy lips in a heated kiss. 
It’s Jack who pulls away first—it’s always Jack; the man is so full of words he can hardly get them out fast enough—one of his hands sliding to cup Frankie’s strong jaw. “You like the sound of that, big boy? Want us to fill her up to her limit, you ‘n’ me?”
Frankie audibly swallows, a firm nod in its wake, eagerness a palpable thrum under his otherwise still surface.
“It’s only fair,” you point out with a playful pout, drawing the attention of both their gazes as you curl into Frankie’s side, sliding your fingertips over his fly. He sucks in a breath, that beautiful plush lip of his fitting between his teeth, and you plant a kiss just under his ear. “You’ve had Jack fuck you while you fuck me,” you continue, your free hand curling around the back of Jack’s neck, your thumb brushing along his pulse. It flutters, giving him away far more than his controlled expressions ever could, and sends a thrill down your spine. “You’ve fucked Jack while he fucks me. I just want to be able to feel both of you, too.”
Jack peppers kisses along your arm, the final one ending with a soft scrape of his teeth, a slight pinch of skin that tingles pleasantly up to your shoulder.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your flushed skin, thumbs stroking against Frankie’s cheek and your hip. He looks at Frankie, pinked to his ears even in the dim light, and jerks his head toward you. “Who are we to deny our pretty lady, Frank?”
“I’m in,” Frankie murmurs without hesitating, his voice dipping into a lust-tinged rasp. “Whatever you want, baby, we’ll give it to you.”
Frankie’s lips land on your neck and his beard scrapes your skin as he sucks a kiss there, soft, sweet, and patient. His nose trails up, over your jaw, and across your cheek, slotting his lips with your own, his hand cradling your jaw just as he deepens the kiss.
You could kiss Frankie for hours, slow and syrupy in his movements, taking the time to savor it, each one carrying the promise that he’ll stay for as long as you and Jack will have him.
Lately, it’s felt more and more like this was how it was always supposed to be. Frankie belongs with you both, even if you haven’t had a chance to tell him that yet. 
You press your hand more firmly against Frankie, fingertips curling around his cock covered in denim, his groan spilling onto your eager tongue. Your other hand grips Jack’s shoulder, an anchor—a reminder—he’s here, too, heated eyes watching you and Frankie kiss with abandon.
“Hey,” Jack calls softly, and Frankie’s lips part from yours with a whine. Jack’s hands reach to take one of yours and one of Frankie’s, doling out a light kiss on the back of each while his gaze turns serious. Despite his chaotic, loud, sometimes brash nature, he’s forever the brain's trust in your most heated moments. 
“Not tonight. Not after a day of chores in the sun and an evening spent slinging back hooch,” he explains with only a thread of disappointment. “You want this? We’ll give it to you, Sugar. But we’re doing it right because it’s what you deserve. We’ll make an afternoon of it.”
“Tomorrow’s free,” Frankie offers immediately, and you grin, appreciating how this shy, quiet man is slowly coming out of his shell around the two of you, shedding his hesitation and leaving it at the door.
“Tomorrow is free,” Jack drawls, and suddenly you feel the weighty gazes of both men solely on you. You slide your hand to settle on their linked hands, giving them a slight squeeze. The air between the three of you is thick with anticipation—the slow, heady kind that builds in your belly over hours until it consumes every waking thought you’ve ever had. You suck in a deep breath, trying and failing to hide your grin, and breathe out your answer. 
“Tomorrow it is.”
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Everything feels like you’re underwater. 
Your breath burns in your lungs, stars dancing behind squeezed-shut eyelids, the room a muffled symphony of moans, rustled sheets, gentle praise from Frankie, and the squelch of Jack’s wet fingers—three of them, to be precise—pumping in and out of your soaked pussy. You’re right there, everything pulled in tight, a coil about to break free from your belly, just as soon as–
“Oh, Ja-ack, fuc–” you start, breaking into a cry when Jack’s tongue flicks over your clit, pulling you over the edge. Your hips buck up, but Frankie’s arm bands across them, keeping you in place, his hot mouth working wet kisses into your sternum, laving his tongue along your breasts. The room drops away, everything going blinding white as you explode onto Jack’s tongue, his greedy mouth lapping at you, his wet fingers working you through your orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, so good for us. Give it to him, cum in his mouth,” Frankie whispers against your skin, his cock pressed into your hip, rock hard and leaking.
“So full,” you choke out as your orgasm slams through you, and you hear Jack’s dark chuckle, his breath fanning hot over your core.
“Oh, baby,” Frankie tuts, his sympathy half-mocking as he works his way up your chest and neck, nipping on your earlobe. “It’s just a plug in your cute little ass and his clever fingers in your tight cunt, and you’re already full? Will you even be able to take both of us?”
You whimper at the thought, your pussy fluttering around Jack’s fingers as the final waves of pleasure course through you with fiery heat. Jack’s tongue swirls around your clit one last time for good measure, pulling an oversensitive shudder from your body before he eases his fingers from you, leaving you achingly empty. He plants kisses over your thighs, his mustache wet with your slick, sliding smooth and damp over your skin, his heated gaze meeting yours.
“She’ll be able to take us, won’tchu, darlin’?” Jack murmurs, eyes glimmering with mischief.
“Yes,” you breathe, leaning into the kiss Frankie plants on your cheek.
“You’ve been so good. Already let me open this sweet little ass on this toy.” Jack’s fingers tug lightly on the plug nestled in your ass, pleasure spiking hot up your back, forcing a whimper from your lips. “Do you think you’re ready?”
The air thickens for a moment while the three of you hold your breath, anticipation coiling pleasantly in the room. Afternoon sunbeams and shadows skitter across the line-dried sheets, the curtains rustling in the warm summer breeze, bringing a sense of serenity into an otherwise depraved activity. Sunlight flits over Jack’s back, a beam flowing across his tousled hair, a few strands of silver (the ones he denies even exist) glittering in the light. You smile—enough of an answer for Jack—then turn to Frankie, his face apprehensive but hopeful.
Your noses brush as you seek his lips, pulling him in for a deep kiss. When you break it, Frankie’s concerns have melted away. 
“Yes,” you whisper against Frankie’s mouth, meeting his gaze, your fingertips skating his through his patchy beard. Something pulls within your chest, profound and comforting in the same breath, settling softly like the first few snowflakes each winter. You want to curl up in the feeling, luxuriate in it, let it wrap around you and keep you warm at night. At that moment, just as you had with Jack, you just know. 
Frankie feels it too, a shudder breezing over his plush, trembling bottom lip, his hand squeezing your hip three times, silent words he’s still too skittish to speak. You don’t dwell on it. He’ll come to it when he’s ready—when you’re all ready—be it ten minutes or ten months from now.
He swallows, a deep breath filling his chest, and then his focus shifts with one question.
“How do you want us?” His voice is a low rumble that makes goosebumps blossom across your skin. 
Jack moves off his belly, settling onto his knees, heavy gaze on you both, his silent presence louder than any of the words you or Frankie speak. Your eyes dart to him, a soft grin pulling at his lips, his fingertips trailing delicately up your thighs.
“The handsome man asked you a question, sweetheart,” Jack remarks, his tone firm and amused. You nod, clearing your throat, gaze drifting back to Frankie.
“I wanna ride your big cock while Jack fucks my ass.”
Like last night, Frankie stifles a choked noise, the air whooshing from his chest, his eyes wide with raw shock at your honest words and cut-to-the-chase delivery. Jack chuckles, crawling over both of you to kiss any remaining air from Frankie’s lungs. 
“It would take a month of Sundays to prep her fine ass for your cock, big boy,” Jack drawls, wrapping a hand around Frankie’s cock, thumbing the fat tip with honed precision, drawing Frankie’s gasp greedily into his mouth. 
You watch in awe as Jack pumps Frankie a few times, sliding precum down his shaft and filling the room with wet noises. Frankie’s hips buck up into Jack’s fist, and a groan is passed between their hot mouths; you feel Jack’s cock brush your thigh, angry and red, precum smearing over your skin and pulling away with a silvery thread.
“Jaaaack,” you whine petulantly, drawing the attention of both men, your patience worn thinner than Frankie’s threadbare t-shirts you’ve been stealing for sleep. 
Jack grins, eyes twinkling, his hand sliding down to the base of Frankie’s cock, thumb and forefinger meeting to form a stable ring. Frankie shifts his hips, moving to recline against the headboard, making space for you to settle over him.
“Nice and steady now, sugar,” Jack encourages, holding Frankie’s cock in place while you swing a leg over his lap, lining him up at your entrance. Jack’s hand brushes across the small of your back, bringing a comforting warmth and endearing guidance. Frankie’s hands find your hips, helping you keep control, his pleasure-hooded eyes raking over your body before holding your gaze.
“Let’s see how well Jack opened you up for me,” Frankie rasps, his words melting down your spine and pooling just beneath Jack’s palm.
“I opened her up plenty,” Jack quips over your shoulder, a round of laughter filling the room. 
“Shut up, Cowboy,” you shoot back with fondness, notching Frankie’s tip at your entrance. 
“Come on, baby,” Frankie whispers, and it’s all the encouragement you need, sinking down over the blunt head of his cock, the stretch immediate and satisfying. You allow him to fill you slowly, a glacial drag through your slick walls, pulling deep into your thighs and ass. Jack peppers kisses down the column of your spine, whispering praise as you settle over Frankie, the last few inches feeling like an impossible feat until finally, finally, he’s fully seated within your wet cunt.
It burns hot and sharp—but not unpleasant—in waves of heat undulating up your spine, your body full, stretched out around Frankie’s cock, the toy still worked into your ass.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Frankie moans, his hands roving your sides. He pulses inside you, the motion brushing that spot that makes you see stars, nerves overwrought from your earlier orgasm. 
“Jesus, Frank, give me a minute,” you whimper, feeling Jack’s thumb trail down your spine through the cleft of your ass, pressing against the toy. You and Frankie jerk against the sensation, mewls dropping from your mouths as you fall forward against his chest. The change in angle settles him even deeper inside you, forcing you to muffle a pleasured cry against his heated skin.
“Shit, baby, you okay?” Frankie asks, arms wrapping across your back to keep you close. You nod, words tripping over your tongue, already drunk on both men before Jack’s even inside you.
“Feels s’good,” you slur, lazily pressing your lips over his heartbeat.
Frankie experiments with a few shallow thrusts, hips grinding into yours, and your mind skitters out pleasantly, the world beyond the edges of the bed falling away into hazy nothingness. His pace is slow, steady, and patient—everything you’ve come to expect from your trusty helicopter pilot—as he works his cock through your soaked pussy, filling your body with wave after wave of heated pleasure.
You adjust, melting around him, molding to him, your lips traveling up his chest to find his mouth, pulling him in for a deep kiss. It lingers a moment before you drown in it, devouring one another. Frankie bucks up into you with more force, starlight bursting behind your eyes, making your thighs shake. 
“Easy there, soldier,” Jack coos, both hands moving to cup the globes of your ass. His palms slide warm over your skin, fingertips hooking into the crease where your ass meets your thighs, forcing you into stillness. You whine in response, and Jack tuts it away. 
“You want us both or not, sweetheart?”
Oh god, Frankie’s worked you up so much already; you nearly forgot what you set out to do in the first place. You’re already so full, and yet, you want more. You want them both nestled inside you, pressing you between their bodies, making you feel whole and complete. You clench around Frankie at the thought, a moan seizing in his throat. 
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he gravels, voice already fuck-drunk, and Jesus fucking Christ, these two men might kill you.
“Both, please, Jack; fuck my ass,” you blubber pathetically, making a sad attempt at wiggling your behind in his direction, pulling another moan from Frankie’s lips.
“Hurry the fuck up, Jack,” Frankie grits through his teeth, half teasing, half begging. It earns him a loud smack against his thigh, Jack playfully declaring he’ll move at his own damn pace. Frankie huffs a laugh, sharing a smile with you, before looking over your shoulders to watch the man behind you. 
“I’m working on it,” Jack hisses, his fingertips tapping and dragging along your skin until they find the toy nestled between your cheeks. “Relax, sweetheart,” he whispers in his gentle twang, and you do, allowing your body to sink into Frankie. Frankie kisses your temple, faint praise doled out as Jack works the toy from you, leaving you achingly empty.
“That’s it, baby, so good for us, letting us fill you up,” Frankie utters, warm palms smoothing along your spine, lulling you further into a relaxed state. You hear the telltale click of the lube bottle and the wet, slick noises that fill the room as Jack coats himself with what sounds like an obscene amount of the liquid. There’s a soft, Southern-tinged apology as he pours a few drops between your cheeks, the sensation cold but oddly welcome. Jack’s thumb brushes across your tight ring of muscle to get you ready for him, dipping in just to the knuckle for a brief moment, chuckling when you press back against him, eager and waiting. 
“Yeah, I think you’re ready.”
“Quit teasing,” Frankie growls, his instructions firm. 
“Jack, please,” you beg, driving the point home, your voice so frayed it’s almost unrecognizable to your ears. 
“Okay, Jeeesus,” Jack tsks, lining his slicked cock up to your puckered hole. “Impatient little demons, both of you.”
“Nothing little about Fran–” you start, cutting off into a deep groan that rattles around in your chest as Jack begins to push forward. You suck in a deep breath, face pressing into Frankie’s neck. 
“Oh-my god.” It comes out broken and garbled, Frankie humming alongside you.
“Good?” Jack asks, checking in, only the thick head of his cock buried in your ass. You nod, a drunken, slurred yes falling from your lips, a gasp, and then a pathetic plea.
“More, give me more.”
Jack laughs but acquiesces. 
“Greedy,” he scolds. You whimper, nodding once more, a pleasurable hum vibrating between your lips.
You’re so fucking full, stretched out over them to your limit, every cell in your brain lighting up until you’re intoxicated on the feeling, worn thin for them, only them. You feel Jack press in behind you, a curse tumbling from his lips and landing somewhere on your shoulder, his arms practically vibrating with held-back desire.
When both of them are seated firmly within the confines of your body, you’re unsure if there’s room left to breathe, but somehow you manage. Each inhale draws them deeper, a warm, pleasurable stretch pulling hot across your inner thighs and burying an ache so deep, you know you’ll feel it for days.
“There you go, sweetheart. Taking us both so well,” Jack murmurs, his praise nearing sickly sweet, but it still melts across you like sugar on your tongue. Your fingers reach out, searching for Jack’s against the headboard behind Frankie. His hand slides down from gripping the edge, entwining your fingers with a soft, affectionate squeeze.
Jack pulses inside you, and all three of you moan into the otherwise quiet room. 
“Shit, Jack, I can feel you,” Frankie utters, his voice as thin as a razor’s edge, pupils blown wide with lust.
“Yeah,” Jack breathes around a deep swallow to keep his bearings. “Yeah, I feel you too, Francisco.” 
The boys share a messy, heated kiss over your shoulder, your body squashed deliciously between them, swathes of skin tacky with a sheen of feverish sweat that prickles up your spine and settles at the base of your skull, blooming across your scalp with a pleasurable chill. 
“Someone, any-one, please… move,” you cry out, making a sad attempt at wriggling between them to find friction. Jack breaks the kiss with Frankie, moving to buss your cheek, followed by his soft tenor.
“Okay, sweetheart, okay. We’ve got you.” 
You could melt if you didn’t think you were more likely to burn to ash.
“Sweet boy?” Jack’s voice pitches with soft inflection, and you feel Frankie’s arms tighten around your torso.
There’s a beat, and then time slows before dropping away altogether as Jack drags his slicked cock through you.
“Oh-fu-ck,” you choke, your breath fanning humid over Frankie’s neck, droplets condensing on his skin.
Frankie’s hips buck up opposite Jack, another jarring wave of pleasure coursing through you, punching a wail from your lungs. His thick cock slides nearly all the way out, making space for Jack, who greedily takes you again from behind. Together, they find a rhythm, sliding their cocks through you with opposing rolls of their hips, a precise pattern that feels premeditated.
Oh, shit. You’re stuffed so full of them that it takes you a minute to realize a crucial detail. 
These two discussed this.
They must’ve, this morning, when they thought they were being clever and tip-toed off to shower together after breakfast while you hit the yoga mat, anticipating the need to limber up.
“You bastards,” you moan, affection coloring your tone. “You planned this part.”
Jack ruts against you, one hand cheating between your body and Frankie’s to settle over your clit. You jolt between them, the pressure of his fingers forcing heat through your veins, his low chuckle stoking that heat liquid and molten. 
“Sure did, sugar,” he responds with a grunt, his teeth scraping over the nape of your neck.
Your mind drifts briefly, imagining them sharing a stream of hot water, pressed together in the steamy, humid air, whispering their filthy plan on how best to take you. You wonder how long it was before they did away with chat; you can picture Jack’s sharp, cheeky grin, the slow, soft curl of Frankie’s lips, two sets of warm eyes locking, and two equally greedy hands wrapping around heavy, pulsing cocks. Something slightly possessive unfurls in your belly, the idea of these men, your men, eagerly taking each other apart while discussing how they would do the same to you. You wonder who finished first—Jack, if you had to guess; he always lets himself get a little desperate when Frankie’s got his big hands on him—the only longing in your heart a result of wishing you could’ve been a witness to the whole affair. 
It’s Frankie’s turn to thrust up, pulling your mind back into the present, his thighs trembling beneath you, a high-pitched, nasally groan dancing over his lips. Pleasure rolls down your spine, skipping like stones across water, settling warmly into your thighs. 
“Fuck, I’m close already,” Frankie gasps, his fingertips bruising your hips. “I can feel you both, and it’s so good. You’re both so fucking good to me, fuck–”
“Not yet, she hasn’t–” Jack reprimands, his voice reedy and thin, his own peak chasing him.
Everything turns desperate and sloppy, forcing your heartbeat into your ears and your lungs into your throat. The energy in the room shifts, going orchestral in a way, Frankie moaning under you, Jack grunting behind you, your whines filling the space between. Skin slaps against skin, tacky with sweat and slick and lube, and the rhythm the boys had previously found is lost to pursuing everyone’s pleasure. 
Jack’s fingers press firmly against your clit, flicking his wrist like striking a match, and then– 
You combust. 
It blinds you, searingly white-hot and more intense than anything you’ve ever felt in your life, pulsing around them both, stretched thinner than ever before. Your gasps catch in your throat, scratchy and dry, but you don’t care because everything feels so fucking good. It doesn’t stop, even as they do, both of them succumbing to their orgasms only seconds apart, their hands tangled at your hip, pressing twin bruises into your sweat-slicked skin.
You feel weightless, like floating in thin air, driven up into the stratosphere by equal parts steady patience and quick-thinking maneuvers, and you wonder if your mind can be completely obliterated by an orgasm so earth-shattering the world drops out from under you.
Jack’s heavy breaths fan over the nape of your neck, his weight pressing you into Frankie, who’s still gasping beneath you, his hips twitching up into yours. You’re all loose and liquid, merely vessels for pleasure and oxygen, panting breaths filling the room, turning the air humid despite the breeze still gently flowing through.
Finally, you gather your bearings, wiggling your toes just to prove they still exist, deep breaths stunted by the bodies you’re sandwiched between.
Frankie mumbles something unintelligible in Spanish, his lips a ghost across your tacky forehead, his breath breezing over your face. Jack is the next to move, lifting just enough of his weight off of you for your lungs to fill completely, and you breathe in deeply, breathing out with a satisfied sigh.
Jack’s head dips to capture your lips, the angle messy and awkward, causing a giggle to grow between you before his lips slide over to Frankie’s, serving him up a kiss painted in the sweetness of your laughter. Frankie leans into it, savoring it for a moment before moving to the source, capturing your mouth with his own. Time suspends, slow and sweet, as the three of you trade kisses back and forth, a gentle, comforting flow moving between you and etching you together.
As it so often is, it’s Jack who breaks the pleasant silence first.
“Shower?” he asks, his voice sex-husked.
“I don’t know if I can stand,” you admit with a huff, wiggling your toes once more. You’re convinced your legs are comprised mostly of jello, thanks to the two of them. 
“We’ve got you,” Frankie murmurs, clearing his throat. “Don’t we, Cowboy?”
Jack considers you both for a moment, his gaze warm and molasses-thick, a content grin pulling across pleasure-ruddy cheeks. Something settles within you, a peaceful, all-knowing kind of grace that’ll keep you warm even on the coldest nights, all wrapped up in Jack’s simple answer. 
“Yeah, Frank, we do.”
*
A/N: God, I missed these three.
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Random Wilbur soot x gn!reader hcs
Authors note: this was just in my head for a while now and I just wanted to write it. I understand that it’s pretty standard but it’s my first time writing for him sooo gotta start somewhere! Loved writing for him ♥️ Warnings: none just fluff ^^
Word count: 471 words Pronouns: gender neutral!
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You would get invited from time to time by Wilbur to lovely little cafe dates!
Invites you to his rehearsals 
His inspiration for his songs mostly comes from you
Loves to just be with you and spend quality time with each other while talking about random subjects
Definitely has ranted about him eating sand and how the sand would go “crunch crunch”
He will stream with you and introduce you to chat as his significant other (with your consent) 
Loves holding you in general <3
When cuddling, he will be the big spoon unless you want to the big spoon
I can imagine a scenario where Wilbur is just laying on your laps/next to you and him fiddling with a trinket Tommy left in his office while you either continue looking at your phone or play with his hair.
“Will, what is that?” You asked, referring to the trinket Will has in his hands.
“Oh it’s some kind of weird thing Tommy left on my desk in the office while he was leaving, he probably forgot it.” He responded.
“Oh, I see.”
When you two go shopping together, if he sees you staring at a specific thing for a very long time, he’ll buy it and then you’d be like: heihhhhhh I just wanted to read what the description was/quality/(whatever other excuse), not buy it!
I can envision him liking hugs/initiating hugs from behind like for example, you just finished washing the dishes when you suddenly feel a warm energy from behind and you realize that Will has his hands wrapped around you tightly.
When he’s bored, he is a menace. At least he has you to bring him back down to reality! Unless you guys both want to be a menace together, that’s fine too!
You and Wilbur are just having a romantic moment while streaming and then chat just goes: AWWWWW / SOO CUTEEE<3333 / CLIP IT CLIP IT CLIP IT
Sometimes he’ll just go “boop” while touching your nose while saying it in his baby voice
Forehead kisses, kisses on the cheeks, kisses the lips, kisses on your nose, kisses down your neck, k i s s
You sometimes participate in Will’s experiments (if you have the time) and whenever it’s your turn/you, he’ll try and make and excuse for you to not die but whenever that doesn’t work, he’ll be sad that he’ll have to kill you and you’ll be gone from the experiment.
If you don’t mind animals, he’ll probably get a pet cat with you since he’s always loved them and wanted one
You have to constantly remind him and tell him that he is not worthless and  insignificant as he always tends worry about that.
Will deeply desires a very close and loyal bond, specifically with you and always wants to strengthen this bond.
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joyfulfxckery · 5 months
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What would the ghouls do is they noticed their crush is sleeping more than usual and isn't as... spunky/chipper as usual, which are tell-tale signs of them overworking themself/bottling up their emotions and problems? Bonus if reader becomes more cuddly with them as well after the problem is fixed <33
Like example:
Ghoul: Y/N, you a bitch
Y/N, usually: Suck my ass
Overworked/whelmed Y/N: Mhm *Yawn*
If all ghouls are too much then just Swiss and Rain bc I am a hoe
PLEASE AND THANK
-Menace, overwhelmed with finals and drama
I hope your finals went well and the drama got settled Menace! I'm sorry this didn't get out when finals were happening but I hope it's worth the wait 😅
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You come out of your room, zombie-walking your way to the kitchen while wearing your comfy clothes, your slippers and your favourite coffee mug in your hand. You pass by Dew and Aether in the hallway and, as usual, Dew greats you with, "Hey bitch."
Normally you respond with a 'Hiya asshole,' 'Suck a di¢k' or just a general child-like mimic. But today, nuh-uh, your only response is a noise. A zombie noise. We going with a theme here. That gets their attention, they stopped walking in their direction, looked at each other and tilted their heads like a dog does before turning on their heels to catch up to you, who still be zombie-walkin'. Dew starts talking and being a general pain in the butt to try and get a reaction out of you all the way to the kitchen, Aether walking beside you watching the whole interaction. You get to the kitchen while Dew is still attempting to get a reaction, you get to the counter that the coffee machine and turn it on to get it hot again, after getting whatever amount of sugar and stuff you put in your coffee you just stand there at the counter, watching the kettle and going through your studies in your head.
"Hey y/n, you know a watched pot never boils?" Aether says leaning against the counter beside you, trying to get a reaction from you in his own gentle way. Unlike Dew who is now trying to climb on the counter, while putting your cup up out of reach before jumping on the spot in front of you.
"A$$butt!" He yells as he does so. You flinch from the loud noise but other than that you have no reaction, unlike Aether who jumps a foot or two in the air before smacking Dew who just calls him another word for a cat. Dew sits on the counter in front of you and starts poking you on your cheeks until you finally look up at him, he asks if you're okay and you just nod before yawning. Aether left when you didn't really have a reaction to the 'A$$butt' thing, didn't say where he was going like one moment he was next to you the next he poofed. Dew dropped down to stand beside you and you reached for your cup to pour the now hot coffee so you could get back to studying in the little nest that you made of books and paper, after stirring it with a stir stick you turned to go back to your room only to bump into a solid chest. The only thing you thought of was 'SAVE THE COFFEE'. An arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you balanced while another lifted your chin to get you to look up at whoever it was holding you. They looked at every detail of your face before sighing.
"Love, you're beyond exhausted." He grabs your cup of coffee and puts it on the counter behind you while holding you tightly against him so your arms are pinned to his chest just in case you try to reach for your cup. Without saying anything he gently guides you back to your room and after closing the door softly behind the both of you he sets you down on your bed. He looks around at the nest of study books, paper and your computer before sighing while starting to tidy it up and at least pile it on your desk.
"Right where it should be," He looked back at you to see that you were watching with an annoyed expression, "What?"
"It's in the wrong order."
"Oh, sorry baby but I need you to sleep." He said while looking between you and the mess now on your desk. He goes to stand in front of you as you go to make a move to fix it, Rain then puts his hands on your thighs to keep you sitting. "Look at me," You do and he moves his hands from your thighs to your face, rubbing his thumb over the dark circles under your eyes in a soft motion. "You desperately need sleep y/n."
You shake your head sleepily and mumbled, "I gotta study."
He countered with a soft shake of his head, "You gotta sleep." He fixed the blankets on your bed getting ready to wrap you in them. He gently started to try and lay you down, but you sat back up putting a hand on his chest.
"Come on baby, sleep for me please." You can see the pleading look in his eyes. Your hands moved up to his mask and once your hands touched the edge he closed his eyes as you lifted the mask off before placing it on the table beside your bed. Smiling sleepily you put your hands on his cheeks like he did to yours before and gently kissed his lips.
"I'll sleep if you stay with me." Your exhaustion is clearly evident in your voice. He smiled and nodded, you immediately laid down and waited patiently for him as he took his shoes off and anything else so he's comfortable.
"My baby never needs to ask." He says as he slides into bed beside you, reaching around your head to gently lift it so he can slide his arm underneath. Getting into a comfortable position he then wraps you up in his arms, the feeling of security and love washing through you, you sigh contently as your eyes start closing. Sleep immediately comes to you as he gently runs his fingers through your hair.
"Sleep well, my love."
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There was a knock at your door but you didn't answer hoping that whoever it was would think no one was in the room. Unfortunately whoever it was wasn't taking the silence as an answer and continued to knock, it lasted for a minute before you quickly became agitated and yelled at them to fuck off. Looking at the door with a glare silently daring whoever it was to do it again, and when there was no more response you turned back to your studying. The door opened with a "Now that was a bit rude babe."
You flinched quickly, not knowing that it was Swiss, before muttering a quiet 'Sorry..' while still writing down your notes. If he was a human he wouldn't have been able to hear it but supernatural hearing comes in handy. Accepting your apology he ventures into the room to see you on the floor with your back to the door in a literal circle of paper and books with your laptop on your lap and your phone on the floor beside you with music playing from the laptop and a whole bunch of windows open. Oh yeah and coffee everywhere. He tilts his head, "Really babe?"
"What?"
"You have trapped yourself."
"I gotta prepare."
He sits on the foot of your bed, taking off his mask and shaking his curls. He always preferred not to wear it when it's just you two. He watches you study while constantly rubbing your eyes for about 10 or so minutes while eating the chocolate-covered coffee beans before he gets off the bed and sits in front of you outside of your border of paper.
"Your eyes are red."
"They're poofy."
"You have dark circles under them."
He teases trying to get you to acknowledge him, but it doesn't work.
"When was the last time you slept?" He asks, you sigh before looking at your phone.
"Uhhh thhhrrreee days ago?" You can see his jaw drop.
"Humans can stay awake that long?"
You nod, "18 days is the record, but even staying awake 24 hours has negative side effects on the body." You mumble not looking up from the notes you're writing.
"Baby, you've been awake for 72 hours."
"And I'm as fit as a fiddle."
"Oh really?" He scoffs.
You look up at him, fangirling for a second because even though you've seen all of him he's face alone makes your heart skip a beat. And I do mean all of him. You then straight face it as you say, "Really."
He smiles, getting a kick out of you trying to deny the lack of sleep, "Then stand up my dear."
It's your turn to scoff as you put your laptop down to prove your point, "That's it? At least give me a challenge."
He stands quicker than you while you use the bed to pull yourself up. Once you get there though the world starts spinning and he has to catch you before you fall back down to the floor. Being wrapped up in his arms you can feel the chuckle in his chest. "Fit as a fiddle huh?"
Not being one to give up so easily you roll your eyes which doesn't help your dizziness and push yourself off him to stand upright, he'll never let you live this down. The teasing. Oh Lucifer, the teasing. The dizzy spell gets work and you fall onto the bed, face first, he tries to stifle his laugh but you can still hear it. Laying beside you with a smile that you wanna slap or kiss. You haven't decided yet. He goes, "Sleep?"
You look at the part of the room you can see to tell that it's still spinning and slowly nod your head. Trying to pull yourself up to the pillows, which he has to help you with and pulling the blanket around you. He then lays beside you underneath the blanket, after taking off his shoes, you immediately pull yourself closer to him and lay your head on his chest. You're then zonked right out. Smiling, he wraps you up in his arms and kisses the top of your head.
"Have a good sleep baby."
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happy Halloween to those who celebrate! And to those who don’t, happy Monday!
Currently in Emberwood:
E is on the hunt for kids egging people’s houses. They’re very tempted to stake out and throw the culprits in the lake but that’ll probably get them fired and a feature in the Emberwood Gazette….lol
The Dufner House is quiet. People don’t usually stop by the house anyway (due to how creepy it is) but Andrei has settled with leaving a big basket of candy at the edge of their driveway (to deter them from coming in any further). Alex has been spooking superstitious locals by being a black cat and following them around. What a menace.
Perry has decided to spend the night watching Hocus Pocus with K and F, who would much rather watch a real horror movie but poor Perry is too sensitive lol
The rest of the house have settled into their normal routine. Though it’s Halloween, they haven’t been invited to any parties…not like they’d be able to go without supervision (Andrei). Poor housemates. Emberwood really is wary of them 😔 lol
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