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wrote without my glasses btw

cw: slutty little drabble, dead dove do not eat (?), f!masturbation, somnophilia/somno, noncon, stalking, mentions of slasher shit, murder, fingers, sex but just the tip ;), nonconsented insemination, breeding, cummy fingers, tasting cum, semi hate fuck? oh yeah afab

a/n: sorry for writing heinous shit. this is the only thing that gets me writing these days ;( not proofread

Slasher!stalker who really did want to kill you, instead fantasizes about spearing you against his fat, girthy cock every hour of the day. Baby, you're a sick and twisted addiction scented like sweet, powdery perfumes and dewy lotion.

He was supposed to hate you, and if he was being honest, he did hate you. Once or twice when he followed you home. You're such a dumb little creature, the classic opening scene in every horror movie. Don't you watch the news, baby? There's a murderer on the loose. You're just a dumb cliche, walking home alone after a late night out with your friends.

God, your friends. They were even worse than you. So he killed them, with the intention of you being his next victim. But of course, he didn't, he couldnt, because at least you intrigued him. Intrigued him with the cute little performances you'd put on every night, your fingers reaching between your thighs every night, whining on your own fantasies of a few little touches to help you sleep through the night. He'd watch your pussy puff up from all your rubbing, huffs and mewls you didn't bother to stifle—like you wanted him to catch you, to man handle you face down and ass up so he could fuck tears out of those pretty eyes.

A shame really. You're so hard to self pleasure. You get so frustrated that you sit up in bed with your blanket fallen to your lap while you needily hump your fingers, rocking your hips and pinching your nipples swollen just to cum, barely able to make yourself orgasm, he'd be in heaven if he got to watch you cream or squirt all over the bed sheets. He'd be liar if he said he didn't record those rare instances you gasped and trembled out of a semi satisfactory finish. A little visual for his own nightly routine, something to fist his cock to after a gorey day of "work". He'd be so much better you, baby. He'd actually make you cum.

A concept he practices every now and then. Proved by those strange mornings you'd wake up with your panties missing, which, honestly wasn't even his fault, you were the one who fell asleep with that damp spot showing off just above your pussy. Could you blame him for wanting to sneak over and taste the product? You were such a deep sleeper too, pratically pleading for him to dip his fingers into your sticky cunt. Your syrupy juices clinging in a neat shine across his long fingers. He'd bring it to his face, sniffing it with a low groan. His cock painfully erect against his jeans, he'd give himself a little rub, suckling his fingers clean as a little reward.

A real treat for a hard days work. Even if you'd probably wake up one day and scream at him for violating you, at least your pussy knew how to appreciate him. It would take just the tip of his cock without much fight, pratically sucking him off the moment he popped in. He'd cum embarrassingly fast, pulling out just to finger his milky expense back in, no reason to let it go to waste.

You'd wake up the later that night, sore in places that felt good, "wet", some dry residue splattered down your inner thighs. Maybe even a chocolate or three left on you night stand. Compensation, anyone?

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Saw you were okay to write yandere makarov!! So when is the hcs 👀

— Yandere Vladimir Makarov Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behavior, heavy detail of manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, toxic, and gaslighting scenarios.

A/N: I suppose now!! Please enjoy <33 (also, heads up, it’s a bit short. Sorry!!)

Vladimir is tenderly obsessive. He’s controlling, highly aggressive, paranoid, and just suffocating.

Once he decides you are his, you are everything to him—a fresh tattoo of your name inked on him, sensing a form of property to each other. Loving the idea of you having a matching design.

Of course, he is mistrustful. After all, he’s a strategist and terrorist, so he sees conspiracies everywhere. Trusting is a big pill to swallow for him, so gaining his attention, let alone an open scene of his mind, is a complex duty. Years at work, either working for or with him. An assistant he begins to laugh at with horrible, dark jokes. A soldier in the Konni Group that he directly asks for. Or, in a rare chance, a civilian whom he had a one-night stand with; quickly realizing you were too much of a unique drug to get cleansed of.

But, when he allows it, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he doesn’t hide attraction toward you. In fact, he’s very open about it. With that “gentle” smile of his, a soft pat on the shoulder, and his famous nickname being whispered in your ear, you don’t realize till it’s too late just how wrapped you are in for now. You can’t leave.

Before you know it, he’s paying everyone around you to watch you. Your landlord, who cuts your rent in half. The new coworker at your job, who is too nice, is being so sentimental with your stress. That one neighbor moving in next door, always inviting you over for brunch. Anything that can help him with information about you, especially the sensitive topics that he craves to know.

Vladimir makes you rely on him, creating tough situations where you desperately need him. Controlling you financially and environmentally. Never having a reason to leave; holding his wealth, the power he has over you. He’ll buy the apartment complex you live in, hiking up the rent till it’s impossible. Have your bank foreclose your home. Being arrested for a felony you didn’t even commit.

But of course, Makarov is there, offering you money. Safety. A wait out, forms of security where you can trust him. Deceiving you in such a way, you’ll believe him. You belong to him; everything that is yours is his.

Though, if you are smart enough, digging around and truly finding out about his true intentions, it won’t end the way you’d like. The police simply won’t help. But you should’ve known better; since when have they ever been useful?

Vladimir likes to watch. Learning silently, watching you so perfectly. Calculating everything, viewing you, and how your world functions way differently from his. It can be innocent and dirty; flipping through images of you on the live CCTV makes him smile a bit too much.

Being a highly trained individual and a violent man, his patience runs thin. Breaking his rules always results in harsh and embarrassing punishments. Spanking, forms of isolation, and strips of privacy are his main go, too's. Any form of loss of control, for you, is an immediate satisfaction for this man. Even in order for him to “forgive you,” you have to beg. Make it up. Prove to him that you truly are sorry and you want to stay with him.

As your permanent husband, Vladimir is a very possessive and touching man. He always has an arm around you, either squeezing or just there. Standing in a room, anyone could know you belonged to him.

Behind closed doors, he loves holding your hand, bringing it to his mouth, and kissing it gently. Squeezing your thighs, pulling your legs over his lap as he asks about what you did while he was gone. Playing with the clothes of your fabrics, smelling your scent.

Jealousy is thick with Vladimir. He isn’t afraid to threaten, let alone shoot his own men if they make a move on you. Flirting, even talking or let alone touching you, is forbidden. You are his—seeing you a mess is enough to make him fucking angry.

Sleeping together when Makarov is at home, he happily sleeps naked. Curling in the expensive red bedsheets, curling and sighing at the better feeling. He’ll either be loosely spooning or tracing your tattoos or beauty marks. Or, if you want space, he still maintains slight physical contact by resting one of his legs on top of yours.

Believing his paranoia, fearing that they are correct, is more than enough to push him into an aggressive episode. He often has to check up on you, calling you urgently—asking to hear your voice. Helping him fall asleep.

If all is too much, he regularly asks his men to transport you somewhere else. A safer haven where he feels you are safer. Just do what he says, and everything will be okay, yeah?

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cw: afab! virgin! reader x graves, build up of sex(?), fingering, dirty desperate graves, etc, 18+

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your mind was littered with brain dead pleasure, vision blurry with your own tears, and your body felt hot to the touch. Poor you, pressed to lay on your tummy, wrists suspended behind you, held together by only one of his. Graves. His cock bullies into you, needy thrusts with barely any abandoned, already was there several milk white droplets dribbled out of your cunt. Your clit flushed and swollen with arousal. You shut your eyes, mewling as you squirmed under him, writhing, arching, doing anything to encourage the flurry of pounds against your aching cervix.

Graves was no different, growling, snarling into your ear. His free hand occasionally reaching up to grab your jaw, prying your mouth open so he could lick the inside of your mouth, run his wet muscle along your teeth and savor your delicious taste.

This was supposed to be a one night stand.

Just moments before this he had you laid down, your arms hugging your own breasts and shutting your eyes from embarrassment. It was blatant you were a virgin, and it cute, sweet. What was just a brief, tense encounter at the bar, became a blooming flower of connection. Promised you he'd be real gentle, real slow with it - and he was. Graves was so sweet to you. So patient. Humping the head of his cock against your clit, staining your panties with his oozing precum and admiring the way your arousal dribbled out of your hole.

He laughed, feeling guilty when it made you pout and your eyes water. Quickly he soothed you - laying on top of you, either arm trapping you in his prone embrace. Sloppy, wet kisses pressing from your sternum and littering toward your jaw, the sweet spot below your ear, your cheeks, and your mouth. Tongue slithering in and out of your mouth - he was filthy, enjoying the way your combined saliva glistened in the rooms dim lighting. And you were so sweet, shy, malleable under his touch.

His rough digits kneading at your skin grabbing handfuls of your curves, making you whine, squeak, whimper. And still, his hips buckled at the texture of rubbing against your cunny. The head of his cock red and angry, the length of it moistened by your need, a plea for his entrance. But Graves promised he would be gentle.

And as gently as he could, he allowed a single digit to curl into your cunt, felt your walls squeeze around him in fear, but need. You whined, back arching off the bed to which Graves only giggled again. A whispering apology pressed into your ear, warmth spread across your face, forcing you to melt like chocolate in his mouth while he prodded in and out of you with only one finger.

"Do you like it?" You could only nod, desperately clinging to his free hand for comfort, bringing it to your chest in the most endearing kind of way. Staring at him between the cracks of your own hand, the one that covered your eyes with the back. That stare that begged to be loved. It made him grumble a low sigh of content. Like a lion who's been well fed. Graves purred.

One finger, two fingers, whatever amount you needed was not too much - because he would do anything to feel your cunt wrapped around his cock. His cock which humped your thigh absently, asynchronous thrusts that didn't quite match the ones that were in your pussy. Because Graves promised to be a good, good boy.

But still, he was needy, desperate as you. Whining in your ear that he was good - that he deserved a reward. Entrance to your pussy, and you were so delirious to pleasure all you could do was beg him to "fucking please make me cum."

Words spoken in a whiny gasp, with no authority whatsoever. Despite that, Graves wanted to obey you. sliding just the tip of his cock in you, watching you helplessly rock your hips in confusion, doing your best to settle down against him - to relax. The stretch burned, and it was arousing. You felt perverse and pathetic, Graves' tongue dragging back in your mouth, a sloppy kiss that felt too intimate for your own good.

And the moment Graves was fully within you, feeling you milk him of his spawn, pussy begging to be bred. Oh, love, baby. He knew you weren't going to slip from his grasp that easily.

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I DIDNT EDIT SHIT LMFAOOOO

cw: hybrids, hare hybrid König

summary: hare hybrid könig, anyone? mostly a joke fic that's been spinning in my head for a few months

So you're the picture perfect cottage core, forest living nymph. Real off the grid - well, sort of, everyone needs their WiFi, right? Anyways you're up there with your little vegetable garden, spending most of your days roaming the forest and foraging. If you're not doing that, you're gardening. Little did you know..there's a hare in the woods. A big one too. You've heard the rumors from passing travelers - rumors that were big hybrids up in these woods. Horror stories too, sounds at night and the typical scary stuff that makes you sleep with your head under a blanket and a knife tucked under your pillow.

You weren't stupid - not to your own terms, anyways - but you were maybe a bit naïve. Especially when one early morning you wake up to the noise of something scritching at your door. So you tip toe your way to the door, knife tucked behind your leg and your bare feet quietly stepping on the planks that didn't creak. You check the peep hole...and nothing? Clearly, you've never watched a horror movie either. Because you open the got damn door and are met with the wide-eyed sight of a man sitting his ass down before the door. He was cute, maybe even a little disturbing. Wide uncanny eyes, freakishly fucking long. At first, you really did thing you had finally come across one of those cryptids you heard about online. And then he snuffled, nuzzling his face into your hip.

And like any living being with a soul, you took him in. Apparently, his name was König. He was very clearly a hare hybrid from hell. Ate whatever you fed him and ten times more. Also practically lived in your warmth. "Are you gonna let go?" You ask one day while you're gardening. He had been hugging you from behind for three hours now. It was cute at first..but it was getting a bit ridiculous.

"No." König rasped. His voice boyish and a bit raspy. But his words were enough to quickly end the conversation.

You also did try to kick him out in the past, gently, of course. Mostly little shoves about how it was spring and there were probably lots of yummy berries and vegetables sprouting up already. But he just kinda grunted and continued to nibble at the fucking rib-eye steak you made for yourself. Greedy bastard. It wasn't all bad though. Occasionally at night König would tuck you in real close to his chest, and he smelt pretty nice! His heart was always pounding rapidly. He'd nuzzle and sniff at you gently, which honestly was kinda nice when you were having trouble falling asleep.

"You smell good." You mumble, staring up at his wide eyed expression. König would chuff back at you, nibbling your flesh gently. "Because you are my girlfriend" "Oh! Yeah. That makes a lot of sense." "Wait..what?"

this was a not a joke fic please write more hare hybrid konig

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i feel like i read a love story </3 how beautiful.

cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

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cw: noncon hinted, hinted somno, creampies, sexual fantasies, masturbation, fem! afab reader, forced impregnation, stalker behavior, dead dove do not eat

MDNI.

It rained today; it had rained the day before as well. But today was different - at least, for Simon it was. The usual scent of cigarette the reeked around the neighborhood was washed away by the sweet, fresh fragrance of rain. He couldn't fucking sleep for the life of him, too accustomed to his shitty, inflexible work schedule. Sleep for three hours, wake up, report in, missions, come back, standing duty, work out. It was a filthy, scrambled jumble of a schedule that made his brain hurt.

His only luxury was the reservation of his civilian life.

Didn't socialize. Hell, he barely even glanced at someone's face for longer than a few seconds - didn't need to. He had already memorized their features for as long as he deemed important. Which is how he got to finding you.

You, his pretty little neighbor. You were all too fucking sweet for a bastard like him to have such possessive fantasies about. Spend the day time outside, tending to a garden, barbequing, reading a book while bathing in the sun. Your reading glasses were a cute look for you, as was everything else.

And in the evening, when you got to cooking, you'd prop open your kitchen window and let the food cool down. The sound of your dishes being scrubbed could be heard from his own yard - it's not eavesdropping if you're so got damn loud, darling. You yammer to your friend about life, work, the bullshit you experience and the guy who tried to get in your pants last week.

Oh, a pretty thing like you doesn't deserve to tell such vulgar stories. And Simon knows it's wrong to listen. He really does have morals, and respect, and chivalry. Sure, it's hard to prove that when he's fisting his hung cock. Muffling his grunts with sucks of air and shaky exhales.

Your laugh makes his cock twitch, and your sweet little "Mhmm"s make his tip leak with bitter tasting pre. He's sure he'd taste awful, splattered in your mouth. He was sure that you were spoilt on the delicacy meals you'd make in your kitchen. Simon wouldn't force you to endure something so cruel. He'd let his cream fill your cunt, holding your hand while you cry through your orgasm, because he is a gentleman.

Realistically, Simon probably couldn't last long. Especially given the way he busted in his pants the one time you came over to the fence, leaning over it with a hop on your ladder. Gave him a great view of your tits, something you had to be aware of as you begged him to give you some of the oranges from his tree.

'Course, he complied, who was he to reject his sweet little thing?

But love, when you initiate something like that, don't be surprised when the creep at your work randomly disappears. And when you wake up to the window you left open last night closed shut, and your panties full of a sticky white liquid. If they were even still on, you'd be lucky to have some dirty panties left.

You figured, you were a sleep walker. So innocent you are. Go to the doctor about all the "discharge" leaking out of you, not even questioning the throb against your cervix and imagining they were just some cramps from an upcoming period. One that never would come. And only when he hears you sobbing while waiting for one of your pies to cool down will he approach, very sweetly asking what's wrong. Leaning by your window well you break the news to him. You're gonna be a mother, and you don't even know the father. You've been abstinent for months!

Much to your surprise, your neighbor, generously offers to help. Because baby, he gets those combat paychecks; money isn't an issue for him. Simon would generously help you, from the bottom of his heart, with no ill intent, of course.

The military offered great family benefits, after all.

ahh </3 I haven't written in so long :T

anyways i wanted to try writing somno stuff because why not.

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my attention is caught 😵

I just thought of something cute.

.・。.・゜✭・🦷・✫・゜・。.

Y'know how Ghost pulls out some jokes here and there and is generally good at quips?

Imagine that the boys are out, just having a little get together at a bar after a successful mission and Simon pulls out one of his shit jokes.

You happen to sit nearby, your friend in the bathroom so you have nothing to do other than drink and listen to the environment around you.

"What's the difference between an oysterman and a prostitute with diarrhea?"

...

What?

Slowly, you set down your drink and listen carefully as a deeper, gruff voice behind you starts off a bit.

The Scotsman of the group groans audibly, "Steaming Jesus... What?"

"One shucks between fits, and the other fucks between shits."

Immediately, your forehead hits the counter as a fit of giggles bubble up and spill from your lips, uncontrollable, especially with how the joke, so fucking stupid, keeps replaying in your head. Your laughter is highly contagious as it seems, as the group of men behind you begin chuckling along.

"LT, ah think they liked yer joke."

Through little giggles, calming down from that little fit of yours, you throw a peek over your shoulder, catching onto the darkest yet equally shining pair of eyes, crinkling with a small grin as the large blond regards you with amusement and intrigue.

.・。.・゜✭・🦷・✫・゜・。.

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simon riley with sharp canines, even and sharp fangs that you didn't even know he had, but which are visible when he smiles brightly and radiantly, squinting his eyes and letting the corners of his lips stretch.

just like wolves, they look like something that can only cause harm and pain, but with you, simon uses them for harmless play, like a puppy, covering your skin with numerous marks, as if playing with his favorite bone.

simon uses them to paint your tender flesh with blooming bites, between your supple thighs and upwards, leaving your body aching from where he greedily dug in and kissed across the swell of your ass, the roundness of your breasts.

he's all tease and silly games, so unfitting his habitual cold demeanor, and that's what only you can see, experience, giggling when he kisses you on the lips and cheek, just to end up biting at your earlobe.

purring that he couldn't restrain himself, because you always look so pretty and soft, simon couldn't help but taste you after all.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

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cw: uhh sex, rough sex? teasing? begging? im doing my best :( bare sex, good sex, bad sex. this shits 18+ yo

Unfortunately for you, you were in love with a very mean man. The kind of man who fucked you, so sweetly, so perfectly - made you whine and mewl his name like a heated pup. Toes curling as your knuckles lost their flushed hue from the sheer grip you had on whichever surface you were pressed again. And his name, his name was

"Phillip.." Your voice was nothing but a warm, breathy rasp against the arm he wrapped around you. His opposing hand gently keeping a firm hold around you, stabilizing your body while you trembled; violent shakes of overstimulation. Quiet, hiccuped gasps following each thrust he pressed into you. Balls deep and greedy, your panties tugged to the side just enough to expose your drooling cunt, soft fabric darkened with grool and sin.

"Mmm?" A grunted, maybe even growled response. So fixated on the way your cunt squeezed him, needy squelching with juices drizzling down your inner thigh, creating glistening webs of passion, heat, and love. You could feel it in your stomach, could feel it bruising your cervix with each collision of his pelvis against your ass. So humiliating, so degrading, so delicious.

He could hear your suffering, your pain, your need; and it only forced him to go faster. Enough for you to stare at his reflection in the sink's metallic finish - to stare at him like you loved him. His scrunched face and steely glare of lust. Vision blurred, throat sore, your eyes rolled backwards, feet helpless kicking as you tried to squirm away from the knot tying inside. "Hurts.."

"Does it?" Graves chuckled breathily, eyes softening as he met your gaze in the reflection. He eased a bit, hand grabbing the back of your hair to raise you, introducing you to a sweet kiss placed behind your ear. "Good."

As quickly as the sweetness arrived, did it diminish. His grip abandoned your pretty locks, dragging to graze across the back flesh of your shoulders, bruising bite marks scattered all across. He promised not to leave mark on you, to just fuck you real nice and gentle, something to help you sleep before he left. But Graves was anything but truthful.

A doggish man with nothing but greed and lust for you. Could see the arrogant grin on his lips while he began keep a quick, pace, still remaining deep enough to admire the way your cream glazed his cock in a glistening shine.

Just as you were seeing constellations on the wall before you, Graves stopped his relentless thrusts, stopped his aching punishment to your poor cervix. His hands massaging your sensitive flesh, earning a shiver, a whine, a mewl. "Ohh, someone's upset?"

"Come now, baby, I know you can beg." Your eyes prickled with tears as he held your hips to prevent a little wiggle of your ass for stimulation. So desperate, so close. And he was abandoning you? Your mind was filled with curses for him, how he was a fucking bastard, how he always teased you when you needed him most.

Cute tears dripped down your cheeks, which he gladly licked away, kissing the bottom lash line of your eyes. "Oh poor baby, you're so upset, huh?"

Graves knew what he was doing - hes a pro, baby. Grinding and rocking his hips just enough to tease you, rubbing himself into you enough for your swollen clit to send aching signals to your tummy and legs.

"Please..pleaseee.." You breathily begged, melting into him for more support, comfort, love. You really needed him. And of course, Graves giggled, not taking your soft plea serious enough. Still, he rewarded you, adjusted you to press against the cold counter rather than his warm hand, bracing your pretty body to be roughly fucked. Pleasantly so, surprised gasps escaped your mouth while he pounded relentlessly. A little reward for Graves, to earn vulgar sounds from that whore mouth of yours.

He himself, growled into the exposed flesh of your back, kissed along your spine because - fuck, you felt so good.

And the pleasure you chased was too good, enough for you to tolerate ignore his milky finish in your fertile womb. Pressed into you as he shivered, growled, panted.

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not me reposting this on my main💀💀💀

Can't Get Enough- Resident Evil 2 Licker Commission

I got a spicy commission that involved the Licker enemy from RE 2. I cannot believe I haven't wrote anything for them yet lol

With a name like that, what were you expecting?

Warnings: Noncon, Monster, Monster Fucking, That Tongue Tho, Monster Biology, Breeding

    No no no no-! NO!  

    You tripped over your own feet as you desperately tried to stop your momentum forwards. It wasn’t one of the- the zombies or whatever the hell they were chasing you! You slipped and landed ass first into a puddle, the cold reeking water doing nothing to break you from your panicked daze as you nearly ran face first into a dead end.

    End of the road…  

    It has chased you for blocks. In and out of buildings, through an entire horde of rotting and stumbling bodies, and now, it has you pinned in an inescapable situation. Stupid, fucking idiot!! You’ve signed your death certificate running into this dead-end alleyway. You back up against the slimy brick wall that blocks your escape. No, you can’t look. You can’t-! You screw your eyes shut, praying that your death comes swiftly and that you won’t suffer a long demise from mauling. 

    Praying… A lot of nothing that does for you. You accidently opened one of your eyes instinctually as you heard a splash of something padding towards you. Fleshy footfalls punctuated with a nauseating tap tap tap of hardened claws on the paved ground. 

    Raw muscles glistened in the damp night light. It was raining, yes, but you don’t think it was purely rainwater that was making it shine. An exposed brain? If you weren’t in shock, you would have gagged. Kick it. Punch it. Do… something, damn it!  

You are frozen in fear as the Licker’s tongue flicks over the air above your body. You have curled into a seated fetal position, cringing as it snapped above your head. Something caught its attention, you think. The tongue quickly retracts and it screeches as it lunges for you. 

    Now’s your chance! You didn’t realize you had kicked it until it flew over your head and face-first into the wall behind you. You don’t wait before you dodge its falling body and scramble to your feet. No, you weren’t fast enough! It immediately recovers, launching off the wall and tackling you from behind. Your scream is cut short as you stumble and slam the side of your head into a nearby wall. 

    That’s it, then… One massive clawed-hand pins you in place. The blood simultaneously rushes to your head and drains from your face. Your head throbs, you feel faint. The only thing keep you upright is this monster pressing you face-first into the wall. In the midst of your panic, you missed something. Sniffing. You heard it but you were too in shock to process where on your body was being smelled. Was it doing it at all? Your breaths catch in your lungs and you feel warm tears mix in with the bitter cold of the rain that hasn’t let up in nearly a week. 

    For a moment, you couldn’t hear anything. Your heartbeat, the rain falling, the monster’s snarling or heavy breathing. Did you… die? You didn’t know what happened when a person dies. Is it something then nothing? Is it one long, terrible moment that never ends? What if it really doesn’t end? Ever? The dread you felt was worse than the moment the Licker first lunged at you. Only a feeling of something pressing hard against your ass did you snap out of your head and back to the reality that would soon become worse than your tortured imagination could ever conjure up. 

    The Licker had its face buried so deeply in between your legs it nearly lifted you off the ground. Its hot breath seeped into your crotch and, try as you might, you simply couldn’t kick it away. It didn’t even seem to notice or care that blow after blow landed on its shoulders and chest. Teeth tore into the seat of your pants. You tried to squirm away, screaming and helplessly clawing at the hand that pinned you in place. To your horror, not only was your pants torn wide open but your underwear was as well. 

    The creature’s monstrous tongue arches and slides between the folds of your sex. You involuntarily snap your thighs shut around the monster’s head, a cry of revulsion slipping past your gritted teeth. A rough texture, not unlike that of a cat’s tongue, made every small wriggling movement that elongated appendage made pure agony. You were sure you were bleeding- FUCK!

It hurts!  

    Underneath the curve of the Licker’s claws was far smoother and blunter than they had any right to be. They should be razor sharp talons, like that of a bird of prey, not something blunt enough to barely even threaten to break the skin without bringing blood. The beast’s claws may not pose significant danger at the moment, but the weight it placed against your head was smothering. A sudden scream is strangled in your throat as a painful pressure suddenly tears between your legs. 

    The Licker shoved several inches of its tongue inside of you. 

    You lost your footing in your panic to create any amount of distance between you and the pain. Your feet slip, leaving you scrambling and sobbing uncontrollably as your body is left at an awkward and embarrassing angle. With your head shoved low your hips stuck out uncomfortably far, only your hands placed an arm length above your head provided you any amount of relief from the tension placed on your body. Like this, you were totally helpless and unable to stop the mutated creature from having its way with you. 

    In this position-! The muscles in your core tighten with each flick of its tongue. It was unnatural how it moved inside of you. It pushed against the walls of your abdomen. Rolling and writhing, it curls onto itself, seemingly knotting inside of you as it presses against the deepest part of you. Oh fuck…  

    A whine burns the back of your throat. You didn’t realize it at first from the sheer shock and terror that you initially felt. Now you know a part of you started to like what was happening to you. You clench around the appendage, bucking and squirming as it hits that spot inside of you juust right to make you shudder and moan as you shiver in the midst of your climax.

    Climax? You- Did… you really just cum?!  

    The Licker squeals in delight. It retracts its tongue quickly enough to make you scream in pain. The small burrs on its tongue felt like they ripped you to shreds! Sticky fluids follow the appendage’s retreat, soaking your legs and splattering onto your shoes and the ground underneath you. You nearly thought it was over… until you were dragged face first down the wall and you were slammed onto the ground.

   Somehow, the ground remained so cold… Cold enough to shock the air from your lungs. You wanted- You needed to get up! Clawed hands grasping at your barely clothed hips stops you as you rise to your elbows. Your eyes snap wide and your heart skips a beat as it spreads you open so it can… -what?- inspect you?! 

You felt violated, hollow as your muscles clenched at nothing. You attempt to crawl away from the claw tips that began to press into your sore entrance but only managed to fall flat on your chest into the puddle that had already formed beneath you. Your chest heaved and you began to hyperventilate. The cold, the position, the water and the fucking monster behind you made it impossible to breathe. Fuck- 

You can’t breathe-!  

It was testing how you felt. Soft, warm, perfect. It liked the noises you made. You excited it so much without realizing it. You squealed every time it spread you open, clenched around its digit when it would plunge the tip inside your wet hole. It was smooth, dull enough to not be painful but it still terrified you and caused you to tense and jerk away from it. One of the Licker’s paws grabbed you by the torso, sliding underneath your hoodie and your shirt as its blunted claws dug into and between your ribs. It crushed you, pulling you back and onto the nail that was already partially inside of you. 

You can only cry out for help. It’s in vain, you know it’s pointless, but you scream for help regardless. You were squirming and kicking, hanging your head as you screamed out as loud as you could. You barely felt the void of the creature removing its claw from your clenching hole. It was happening too fast. Something hot and slippery rubbed between your folds. Instead of screaming louder or fighting harder, you shuddered and moved your hips against the feeling.

Shit- Why does it have to feel good? You started to lean away from it. It’s too big… Your throat burned from screaming at the top of your lungs. A metallic taste hit the back of your tongue and you swallowed some rainwater in some attempt to soothe your burning chest. That damn tongue slithered past your cheek, licking all over your face. You know it’s a dick rubbing against your clit. You wanted to pretend it was anything else but you couldn’t deny it any longer. You shove some of your hoodie in your mouth and bite down as the Licker shoved itself inside of you. 

Well… it tried to, anyway. 

You were too tight. It didn’t stop, though. You sob and screw your eyes shut as an overwhelming burning sensation threatens to split you in half. Once it managed to get the head of its cock inside of you, more of it followed. Try as you might, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You screamed as something inside of you popped, then gagged and choked as a thick tongue was shoved down your throat. 

Underneath the unbearable pain that you felt, something began to feel warm. You couldn’t pinpoint when it started, but once you stopped fighting against him, he removed enough of his tongue to let you breathe. You fought against his tongue, realizing it didn’t feel or taste nearly as bad as you thought it initially did. 

There was no discernable pace. Every sharp thrust landed with enough force that you felt the tip of his cock hit your diaphragm. His other hand grasped the other side of your torso, giving him the perfect leverage to fuck you harder and deeper than you’ve ever been fucked before. You groaned and grunted every time he slammed into you. Subtly, your hips began to move against his. If you help… maybe it will be over faster… 

That’s what you told yourself. You’re merely ‘getting it over with’ . Even when you’ve cummed for the fourth time, you throw your hips back, moaning as the Licker’s tongue slithered down your shirt and began to map the heaving flat expanse of your chest. 

“F-Fuck…”

“Y-Yes…”

“There…”

“M-More…”  

It felt good when he cummed inside of you. It was hot and it simply wouldn’t stop. Neither did he. He kept fucking you, even as he cummed and even after he had stopped, the Licker’s pace only seemed to grow more animalistic and feral. 

He gripped your hips and pulled you as flush against his hips as you could physically manage. You wanted to get away. Just a little… There was too fucking much inside of you. You fall limp and babble a plea for mercy as he starts to breed you all over again. 

You are prone on your stomach, screaming and wildly kicking your feet as more cum is dumped inside of you. It wasn’t enough. You needed MORE! It felt so good to be a monster’s fuck toy! It was enough to make you cry… You hope it will never end. 

A twisted smile was plastered on your face. Your mouth hangs open as you pant, welcoming a familiar tongue to plunge itself into your mouth and down your throat. You bucked and wiggled your hips, squeezing his cock and silently praying that he would fuck you harder!

 One won’t be enough for you! You just know it! T-There needs to be more…! You need to fuck more before you go fucking insane-!

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

[zombielibraries]

🩷🩷

I'm so sorry for the hate you're getting :(

No one deserves that, especially someone like you 🩷

I hope things get better, loves you </3

hii <3 thank you sm my love 💗 love you more <3

drink water, eat good, and be kind to urself too ml 💗

[zombielibraries]

just trying to find my mutual :( @kettlemouse-deactivated20240607

if you come back i miss you </3

[zombielibraries]

I know he can fix all my problems...

just wondering about domestic johnny, with the soft locks of his brown mohawk tousled from sleep that still lingers in his bluish eyes, thick eyelashes fluttering when he yawns and stretches, shirt ridding up to expose his chiseled body.

johnny is affectionate at mornings, not that later he's acting any different, but when the pale rays of sun look inside your house windows, he's more clingy, barely letting you go anywhere, be it bathroom or kitchen, his heavy hands curled around your waist.

he sticks to your back, almost purrs in your ear when his soft lips brush against your neck with warm featherlight kisses, johnny smells lightly of shave foam, skin smooth beneath your fingertips when you squeeze his cheeks to kiss him in the lips, as he smiles wolfishly.

it's still not lunch time when johnny get's more lively and excited, wagging his invisible tail while his hands start to grasp all over your soft flesh, up your breasts and down the swell of your supple ass, trying to get under your pajamas despite the fact that you tried to cook something for you both to eat.

he whines and pleads, tugging you closer against his sturdy chest, nibbling at your earlobe and neck occasionally while trying to get into your panties without any shame, purring persuasions in your ear — “c'mon bonnie, hadn't sloch breakfast, bit ah hae yer bonny pussy fur this, na?„ as his thick fingers already slip past the waistband.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[zombielibraries]

GIGGLING OMG

it might seem that könig treats you like his little pet, some adorable thing at his side that he can pat and squeeze all he wants all day long, and it's not that you are against it.

könig always treated you with utmost tenderness, soft strokes on the head, featherlight warm kisses against your forehead and lips, his calloused hands handling your body carefully, even when he slipped to grope at your supple flesh, smiling sheepishly at your little whines.

but you absolutely turn in his little, obedient pet once he stretch your tight pussy on his fat cock, sticking to him with small moans and whimpers leaving your soft lips, face nuzzled in his shoulder with your hands curled weakly around his neck.

könig holds you tightly on top of him, watching as your rounded ass jiggles slightly with each shallow roll of his hips, warming himself in your pulsing, sopping cunny, his lips pressing sloppy kisses against your neck and ear with purred praises — “mm, mein entzückendes kleines haustier, so soft and sweet for me„

you like his attention, könig's endless tenderness towards all of you, even if you have to spend most of your time only with him, stuffed full of his cock and potent cum.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[zombielibraries]

ughhh beautifully done

ex!bf simon riley that picks you up like some soaked, homeless pup, once leaving you hurt despite the fact of how your relationship is ended, but when there's someone who can hurt you harder, twist and tug like they please, you end up back in his arms.

yet he's rude about this, in the gnawing possessiveness that rush through his veins, locking this feeling inside of him, never showing up directly, if not in the way he invites you to his apartment, despite your complex relationship, as if truly wanting to help, to soothe you.

a dust in the eyes for your naivety, luring you even more easily than a fluffy rabbit into the mouth of a predator, because you trust simon, because you parted as friends and continued to, even if sometimes you found yourself stretched on his cock again, boneless and exposed raw.

and this case was no different from the others, with your supple body under simon's firmer, more stable one, which you want to cling to when you scratch his shoulders, his tensed neck where you bury your fingers in his hair, while his thick, meaty cock rams inside your clenching, throbbing cunt.

it's animalistic, primal, the way his wide hips pistons forward, rolling against your puffy and slick pussy, bruising your gummy cervix with his bulbous tip, throbbing in the confiness of your pulsing, gooey heat, and you feel that something is different.

it's the way simon huffs deep groans against your ear, scorching the sensitive flesh, calloused palms grip and dig in the curve of your hips, pinning you, keeping still with your flesh burning hot and itching, coil tightening until you arching with gushing wetness between your seizing thighs, his cock still deep, where he pumps you full of his thick cum.

thrusting shallowly, still, mixing your slick with his creamy load, letting it drip down his softening girth and onto the messy, half slipped sheets, fucking you until you start to weep from overstimulation, mewling and sobbing, making simon finally speak, growl, the things he kept locked down pouring out — “shh, keip still, let' me stchuff it deip insid', huh? so no one wauld tauch yau, not' with yau swollen with my mark, min' again„

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[zombielibraries]

honestly that's just the personality of a writer. adds a style to that character that makes it yours uniquely! I love doing it. Especially for silly drunk drabbles :P

Babes I love your posts but I cannot take the dialogues seriously. I mean when Simon’s talking… wauld?? Keip?? Stchauff?? Deip??

I get it that he has an accent but… naur. Just plain no.

Love Love Love everything else tho!!!

that's the point in his accent, either way you all wouldn't even understand that i'm writing about simon except his fucking name and tags under the post.

[zombielibraries]

🥹

read this post by @bitethedevil and ended up writing this idk don't take it too serious

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Tav's fingers skittered over the red skin of Raphael’s naked back. It was always hot to the touch and smooth, its texture almost like leather. Patches of tiny scales grouped together in different spots, especially around the big joints connecting his wings to his body. Raphael fascinated Tav - not quite in the same way she fascinated him, but they were birds of a feather, so to speak. In fact...

"I've been wondering about something," she said, breaking the sleepy silence that had settled between them some time ago.

"Mm?" Raphael was utterly relaxed, the laziest Tav had ever seen him. On his belly in his (their!) bed, shirtless and shoeless - the scandal! He'd been enjoying her aimless touches. His Majesty, indeed.

"Can you fly?" She ran her palm across the thin membrane of wing she could reach, then the sturdy bone. "You've got these huge wings, but I've never seen you use them." She'd witnessed them fully stretched out once or twice, but otherwise he always kept them folded close to his body. A shame. They were magnificent. Heavy as anything, though - especially when he was dead asleep. Tav had almost been suffocated a few times trying to spoon him, and he refused to sleep in his human glamour just to let her be the big spoon. Waste of magic, he said. Spoilsport.

"What an inane question." Raphael didn't even open his eyes. "Of course I can. My wings are not for show, little mouse. No more so than a bird's are."

"Well..." Tav chose her next words carefully. She'd learned through trial and error how much she could prod her devil and when. Most of the time he was amenable to light teasing, but sometimes, when he was in a good mood like this, she could have some fun. "There are some birds out there who have wings but can't fly, you know. Peacocks, for example. They're kind of like big chickens, if you think about it."

Raphael slowly lifted his head, turned it so he could look at her over his shoulder. Tav bit her tongue in a futile attempt to squash her impish grin. His orange iris burned in the inky depths of his black sclera. A few locks of his hair were free from his usual coiff.

"Big chickens," he repeated flatly.

"Yes," said Tav, her voice strangled by the giggle she was trying to suppress. "How do I know you aren't an infernal peacock?"

"I can fly, you insipid little gibbon," he snapped, but he wasn't angry. She could tell by the twitching at the corners of his lovely mouth. Tav coughed, choked on a laugh.

"I think you should show me."

"Do you."

"For posterity's sake, of course."

"Of course."

Tav waited, watched, moved to make space for Raphael as he sat up, languidly stretching like a big cat. Accidentally whacking her with those wings she was so obsessed with.

"Apologies, dear," he drawled, about as sorry as a horny kobold in a bathhouse. He smiled when she scowled. He stood to his full height, preening as she ogled him. In nothing but a pair of trousers, he truly was a sight. Without warning he beat his mighty wings and took off, soaring across the room to land on the other side, where he nonchalantly poured himself a glass of wine. Tav spluttered in the wake of that massive gust of air. Raphael sipped his wine, staring at her as if to say, "well?"

"Good distance! You looked a little wobbly with your execution, though," Tav said. It wasn't true. He was majestic in flight, but he didn't need to know that. His ego was big enough. She combed her fingers through her rustled hair, grinning when Raphael’s eyes narrowed.

"Perhaps you're right." He put his glass down and sauntered towards her. Tav's heart leapt into her throat, fear and excitement together. "I need a counterweight."

"A what? Hey!" She didn't struggle when he picked her up, shifting her in his arms until he was holding her bridal style. It was a thrill to be held by her devil, and yet. She giggled nervously, her cheeks warm. "What are you doing?"

"Why, showing you that I can fly, of course!" He declared, making a scene of looking around. "But we simply cannot do it here. There's hardly enough space. Hm...ah, perfect."

He walked them to the balcony overlooking the endless landscape of Avernus. Tav sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly aware of what he was about to do. Now she began to try and wriggle free, but his grip was iron.

"Okay, you've proven your point! There's no need for a second flight, your technique was perfect!"

Raphael had no mercy. He smirked down at his little mouse, showing teeth. His eyes alight with dark mischief. "Big chickens, Tav," he said, and leapt off the edge. She shrieked, clung to him like a limpet, feeling and hearing his chuckles as he effortlessly flew them around.

After the intial spike of shock, Tav relaxed, just a little. This wasn't so bad. Raphael was an adept flier, and if she ignored the monumental height she was suspended at, it could almost pass as romantic. Soaring about the hot skies of Hell in the arms of her underworld Prince. Feeling every powerful flap of his wings. His strength. Avernus, from a distance, was beautiful in a devastating way. Unfortunately for Tav, she'd forgotten quite how fiends liked to play.

"Oh dear," Raphael said, stoic. He'd been waiting for her guard to lower. Tav's stomach lurched when she sensed his grasp on her slacken. "I seem to have lost my balance."

"RAPHAEL NO DON'T- AAAAAAHHHH!"

He dropped her. Tav screamed as she plummeted to the ground, terrified and betrayed. Raphael was rapidly becoming a shrinking red blur as she fell. He was probably watching her with sick satisfaction. She cursed him. She cursed herself. Mostly she cursed him. Bastardbastardbastard -

"Fret not, little mouse," he purred, hideously amused. She was in his arms again. "I've got you."

Tav couldn't speak; could only tremble, dig her fingers into him. He laughed the entire flight back to the house, deep and rich and raw. Tav planted herself on stable ground the first moment possible, glaring at him.

"You're horrid," she hissed. Raphael cackled.

"Oh, come now. You didn't truly believe I would allow you to fall to your death, did you? Such little faith. Ah, but how sweet your screams were...I shall be hearing them in my dreams for weeks."

"Horrid," Tav muttered again. She wriggled between the bedsheets and buried herself under the covers. It didn't take long for him to join her, surrounding her with his cloying heat.

"You'll forgive me, won't you?" He murmured sweetly into her ear, raising goosebumps all over her skin. One big clawed hand slipped beneath her shirt to gently rub her stomach just the way she liked. Wordlessly she pressed into his touch.

He played her like a fiddle, always.