Literally, When I'm Writing And Instead Of Being Horny I Have Such A Serious Face That It Seems Like

Literally, when I'm writing and instead of being horny I have such a serious face that it seems like I'm working on something really serious.

"dick" "pathetic" "moan" "pussy" "desperate" "wet" "needy" "cock"

¡𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙋𝙖𝙜𝙚!

Fandoms :

Call Of Duty.

Undertale.

Creepypasta.

Mortal Kombat.

Slasher.

Osomatsu-San.

My Hero Academia.

Eddsworld.

Countryhumans.

Marvel.

ATVS.

Good Omens.

Jonh Doe.

The Umbrella Academy.

Monster High.

Don't Hug Me,i'm Scared.

Residente Evil.

DC.

Your Boyfriend Game.

Bendy And The Ink Machine.

Celebrities :D (Actors, Musicians, Etc).

Rick And Morty.

Dragón Ball.

Five Nights At Freddy's.

Mandela Catalogue.

Beastars.

Cuphead.

Mob Psycho 100.

Friday Night Funkin'.

Metal Family.

Poppy Playtime.

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Demon Slayer.

Naruto.

Encanto.

Bad Guys.

EverymanHYBRID.

Marble Hornets.

I write for :

SFW.

NSFW.

Male Reader.

Fem Reader.

Trans Reader.

Gn Reader.

One Shots.

HeadCanons.

Smut.

Fluff.

Angst.

Rape (Not in a very violent way, but it will be named depending on the plot.)

You can ask for fandoms that I don't name, but that depends on the character you choose because I'm stupid (But I will do my best for you :') )

Or other content which you can ask.

I DON'T write this :

Incest.

Adult x child.

¡Open orders!

Today I got up from my nap wanting to write whatever stupid thing came to mind and then I remembered that I had pending orders in my inbox, I read some questions and the vast majority were about Creepypastas and out of nowhere my brain turned into mush suddenly.

I really enjoy writing for them! I don't deny it, but at the time of writing them I feel that I romanticize them a lot, then I read my drafts and something in my head says "wake up, get off that cloud of fantasy, they are serial killers."

I like to think that when I romanticize them it is because perhaps we are some kind of obsession that they have over the Reader, but even so I think that it will still be toxic to be with those Creepys and you will feel in Chernobyl in the moment HA-HA-HA.

I've already made drafts of practically all my requests, but I think I'll do a review and rethink the behavior I give them because, UMH I don't like it.

I don't know, he just hesitated for a moment thinking that where the Reader does something wrong, only the end that all his lover's victims get will await him.

I think you're my spirit animal

¡That's really flattering! ¡Thank you!

i havent been the same since i realized how fat kenshis ass is

¡Sub! Ticci Toby x ¡Dom! Male Reader

I'm so sorry for what you're about to read HAHAHA I wrote it yesterday in a moment of insomnia and annoyance for not finding passive Creepypastas... today I read what I wrote and it was like 0-0 But I thought it was fun anyway.

¡WARNING! : Bad words, slight degradation, homosexuality, possible abuse,boy x boy,explicit content.

¡English is not my first language! So it's possible that the writing sucks.

Thinking about how to reduce a serial killer…

To say that Toby was putty in your hands was a lie, as he was currently struggling with the grip that one of your hands had on his wrists behind his lower back, which applied downward force to keep his back arched while you attacked him from behind with your throbbing cock.

His head was buried in the pillow of the bed they were on, his sweatshirt and shirt were pulled up to his chest and his pants were down to his knees. Your remaining hand was under Toby's abdomen, tortuously caressing his already reddish penis to receive the grunts of pleasure that contradicted the insults he directed towards you.

- "¡YOU little bitchAh!-" - As soon as you heard how the sentence began, you slightly squeezed the boy's glans to take it to the maximum - "You're not in a position to talk that way, boy." - You responded without ceasing your hip movements that were going in a rhythmic swing.

- "¡Just s-stop!" - The brunette hair gasped, closing his hands into fists, digging his nails into the palms of his hands without noticing it. - "Not until you know your place here." - You grunted, releasing the head from between your fingers to wrap his length in your hand again to continue pumping him but now at a pace according to the speed of your thrusts.

Finding yourself near the edge, you let go of his hands so he could have free will, expecting him to push you away, you only saw how his hands clung to the sheets to squeeze them while he grunted and gasped against the pillow, letting you fuck his insides.

- "¡Please! ¡Please! ¡I-im cominggg!!!" - He moaned while drops of saliva leaked between his lips while he was still trying to muffle his moans into the pillow which was already ruined.

On your side, your hips followed an erratic rhythm before a grunt drowned in your throat as you painted his insides white and Toby reached his climax, releasing strings of semen on the sheets while he breathed heavily, feeling the emptiness of his interior was wet from when you came out of him and lay down on his side in the leftover space of the bed to take a tissue and proceed to clean yourself and then do the same with Toby taking advantage of his moment of trance.

The auburn, without caring much, let himself fall on the mattress, being embraced by your presence. At another time he would have annihilated you, but maybe he would let it happen this time, because he was your good boy and he would let you teach him manners <3.