"I love you like a skeleton loves the closet."

YALL GET ME SO WELLL!!! TEARS OF JOY AND PLEASURE!!

WARNINGS: NTR!

A/n: I'M SORRY! THIS HAS TO BE ONE OF THE NASTIEST THINGS I'VE WRITTEN!! I'LL REPENT WITH SOMETHING FLUFFY (eventually)!

BUT IMAGINE STANLEY OR THE READER DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING AT FIRST???

he’s tryin’ to clean his guns on the coffee table. hasn’t looked up once.

“simonnn…” you whine, ploppin’ down beside him.

“what now.” flat. not a question. a warning.

“i just… i missed you…” you blink up at him, resting your chin on your hand. “also… if a plane crashes on the border of two countries… where do they bury the survivors?”

he finally looks up.

“what the fuck did you just say?”

you smile real pretty. “y’know! like… which country do they bury ‘em in?”

he just stares. dead silent.

“…jesus fuckin’ christ.”

you blink. “did i say something dumb?”

“they’re survivors, love. they don’t fuckin’ bury ‘em.”

you giggle. “ohhh…”

he sighs so hard it rattles the windows. tosses his rag onto the table.

“m’gonna lose my fuckin’ mind, swear to god.”

“simon…” you whimper, crawling into his lap. “don’t be mad…”

he leans back, big hands gripping your hips. jaw tight. eyes dark.

“what am i gonna do with you, huh? my soft little wife. can’t even figure out where a fuckin’ plane goes when it crashes.”
“was just askin’…”
“dumb girl.” he squeezes your hips hard. “head full of sparkles n’ nothin’ else.”

you whimper again, softly, nuzzling into his neck. “but i’m your wifey…”

“fuckin’ right you are.” he grabs your ass and pulls you down onto his cock, already hard beneath his sweats. “mine. my stupid little wifey who follows me ‘round like a lost fuckin’ puppy.”

“’m not stupid…”
“you are.” he kisses the corner of your mouth. “but that’s alright. i like you like this. soft. dumb. needy.”

he pulls your tank top down, lets your tits spill out. sucks a bruise into your skin.

“c’mon, then,” he mutters. “ride me. use that dumb brain for somethin’ useful.”

you bounce in his lap, messy and breathy, moanin’ into his mouth. he holds you like a toy—hands bruising, voice gruff.

“look at you,” he groans. “fuckin’ brainless, ain’t ya? all sloppy on my cock.”

“simon—simon, m’your wifey—”
“you’re my fuckin’ problem is what you are.”

you cum all over him with a high, shivery cry, babbling nonsense. he doesn’t stop. not even after.

sure, you may actually think he's sexy for reasons. he has no canon design, but he's the center of many smutty drawings and x reader fanfictions. the ships are crazy. but allow me to explain.......

.... toby fox has written fanfiction for both of his winners. if w.d. gaster wins, the most mysterious character of his multiverse that he's NEVER spoken about before, he HAS to acknowledge him.

A doodle I did in class today!

You can tell by the ending of the word neuron that was cut off in the sketch 🫣 Old Man Vet Stan has been on my mind as of late, deffff not related to the fact I’m playing cod again 👀

Oh! In case you aren’t aware, I’m on a dcst writing hiatus! But here’s a sneak peek of “off the menu”.

we all know and love pathetic old man Xeno from "Tenderness for coffee", but what about mean old man Xeno?

Walk with me:

Photo Film: Stanley and Xeno are 1940s mafioso. /Crime/. /Violence/. /High-society evenings and beautiful women/.

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