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CurbItKirby Masterlist B

Masterlist A.1

Masterlist A.2

Original Characters with an Alfred Molina Face-Claim

Note: up to date until May 28, 2024

Adrian Malone

Burglar!Reader spanking dubcon power play p.1 

Burglar!Reader dom/sub bondage temperature play p.2 

Burglar!Reader unprotected sex slight breeding kink

Alfredo Malone (The Mob Boss)

is it cuckholding if your fiance sucks

misunderstanding sex squirting

Alfredo gives Reader a gazebo

blowjob gagging tears

hurt/comfort depression self-harm smoking 

Pregnant!Reader daddy kink

undiscussed somnophilia grinding 

public mutual masturbation 

post pregnancy talk fingering 

tribbing drabble 

borrower AU drabble

Angelo Malone (The Cowboy)

pussy eating knife play power play

edging

not safe horse riding technique

bondage

titfucking discussion of murder desertion light angst

sloppy drunk Angel 

Angel and Reader have a picnic grinding soft 

pussy eating drabble 

Angel gets sunburned soft 

consensual nonconsent 

public sex blowjobs cum eating choking 

somnophilia slut shaming light angst 

breeding kink 

Werewolf!Angel breeding kink monster fucking 

Reader wants to take a photo of Angel soft 

Werewolf!Angel chases Reader 

an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away 

Angel wins Tiny!Reader in a poker game 

Virgin!Reader Drabble

Angel "helps" you out with some money

Reader ties up Angel somnophilia 

Pregnancy

Antonio Malone (The Hermit)

Antonio "rescues" Reader noncon somnophilia hypothermia

breeding kink somnophilia noncon 

gaslighting drabble 

Reader makes Antonio breakfast 

gaslighting kidnaping memory loss

angst pregnancy

Reader escaped

Bardo (The Sailor)

Mermaid!Reader meets Bardo oral sex p.1 

Mermaid!Reader hammock sex sad-ish ending p.2 

Mermaid!Reader angst dubcon p.3

Mermaid!Reader pregnancy childbirth angst p.4

daddy kink bondage overstimulation slut shaming

Ben

Sexworker!Reader alcohol fluffy 

Sexworker!Reader alcohol age gap angst

The Giant 

Reader is sacrificed

Hank Malone (The Optometrist):

voyeurism medical kink bondage

exhibitionism pussy eating gagged

Hank wants Reader to slap him

Hank and Reader dress up and 69

power imbalance frottage humiliation 

Hank and Reader watch porn and discuss pegging p.1 

Hank and Reader watch porn and discuss pegging p.2 

thigh fucking premature ejaculation 

light angst

Henrik (The Knight)

Grizzled!Knight p.1 fucks princess age gap angst

Grizzled!Knight p.2 INCREDIBLY dark heavy angst abuse amputation

Leo (The Incubus)

monster fucking somnophilia light degradation 

noncon dry humping crying  

Leo makes the Reader feel good

Leo/Reader/Succubus!May Parker threesome

Marlowe (The Werewolf)

Werewolf!Priest monsterfucking noncon

The Minotaur  

monsterfucking sex as currency 

Monroe (The Vampire)

hypnotism dubcon shower play biting

camwork mirror sex

The Priest

Priest x Succubus!Reader

The Therapist

power imbalance

Alice and Wonderland AU

Molina!King of Hearts x Servant!reader p.1

Molina!King of Hearts x Servant!reader p.2

Molina!King of Hearts x Cheshire Cat!Reader

Molina!Mad Hatter x Dormouse!Reader

Molina!King of Hearts x Reader breeding jealousy leash

Anastasia AU

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Hunger Games AU

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Peter Pan AU

Molina!Hook x Wendy!Reader

Heatstroke

Molina!Hook femdom possessive!Wendy!Reader

Molina!Hook Tinkerbell!Reader light angst

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CurbItKirby Masterlist A.1

Masterlist A.2

Masterlist B (OCs w Molina face-claim)

A masterlist of @curbitkirby's Alfred Molina character fics. The masterlist had to be split into parts due to tumblr's link limit. The lists are sorted alphabetically by character, if you can't find what you're looking for check the other lists!

Note: up to date as of May 28, 2024

Stephan Arden

flirting

Manuel Aringarosa

priest kink

“Big Boss” (The Devil has a Name)

cockwarming Boss under desk

Boss notices Reader's tongue piercing

Boss likes Reader's ink 

Jim Bussey

touch-starved oral fingering 

ghost sex 

Tiny!Reader Borrower AU 

lonely reader

Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin 

Catburglar!Reader tries to steal from Penguin light angst 

Catburglar!Reader violence first meeting 

Catburglar!Reader rough sex light degradation  

Catburglar!Reader rough sex jealousy light angst 

Catburglar!Reader gun violence angst 

Reader gives Oswald a gift 

Catburglar!Reader cockwarming cheating angst 

Catburglar!Reader hurt comfort sex bathing 

Dom!Reader gets eaten out 

sex pollen caning object insertion 

Young!Penguin fucks Waitress!Reader slut shaming  

Journalist!Reader sex pollen drugged sex breeding kink dubcon

What festive bondage Catburgler!Reader

Catburgler!Reader dark angst noncon threats

Dark!Oswald x Driver!reader

Dark!Oswald x Driver!Reader violence jealousy

“Colonel” (The Treat)

Mimi introduces Reader to the Colonel spanking

Leland Drury 

priest kink

confession booth sex infidelity breeding kink blasphemy 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.1 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.2 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.3

Disobedient Part 1

Disobedient Part 2

Andres Galan 

Reader gives Galan's daughter a ride and he asks them out

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.1

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.2 

Virgin!Reader unprotected sex pregnancy 

lactation kink pregnancy sex 

nipple piercings phone sex 

cockwarming drabble 

exhibitionism hot tub sex 

angry jealous Boss!Galan rough

Armand Gamache

workplace sex blowjob fucking 

Widower!Armand werewolf angst 

there's only one bed 

car sex 

power imbalance rough sex degradation 

Jordan Greene

past sexual trauma face slapping angst p.1 

femdom p.2 

Jordan x dominatrix!Reader

Maxim Horvath

Apprentice!Reader dom/sub caning

Horvath fucking Apprentice!Reader mirror kink

Horvath and Reader get high

dom/sub Horvath aftercare fluffy 

Apprentice!Reader cockwarming wax kink 

Dom!Reader power struggle face riding 

Horvath shrinks and eats out Tiny!Reader 

angst degradation cock worship p.1 

angst self-degradation oral sex p.2 

Horvath invites you out with ulterior motives p.3 

Widowed!Reader Horvath arranged marriage

Alpha!Horvath Omega!Apprentice!reader heavy angst p.1

Alpha!Horvath Omega!Apprentice!reader heavy angst p.2

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CurbItKirby Masterlist A.2

Masterlist A.1

Masterlist B (OCs w Molina face-claim)

A masterlist of @curbitkirby's Alfred Molina character fics. The masterlist had to be split into parts due to tumblr's link limit. The lists are sorted alphabetically by character, if you can't find what you're looking for check the other lists!

Note: up to date as of May 28, 2024

Konstantin “Kostya” Dmitrievich Levin

Sexworker!Reader bathing soft 

Former!Sexworker!Reader rough sex thigh riding choking biting kink 

angst p.1 

angst p.2 

jealousy light angst drabble 

Dom!Reader human furniture collars angst 

Former!Sexworker!Reader honeymoon sex 

Dom!Reader crossdressing object insertion 

slut shaming jealousy angst 

Virgin!Kostya Dom!Reader orgasm denial begging 

Reader gives Kitty to Kostya dubcon bondage

femdom dom-drop drabble

femdom mistress!reader

Rose!Kostya x Jack!Reader Titanic AU p.1

Chandler Manning

chandler dubcon drabble

Ricardo Morales

sub/dom workplace sex

jealous workplace sex

Reader convincing Ricardo to take a break 

lingerie kink sex anal play  

Undercover!Morales and Biker!Reader 

I don't think this is proper police procedure

Ricardo gives you a stamp of approval

Ricardo punishes reader drabble

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

breeding kink

hate fucking

Otto brings Reader apology flowers 

Super!Reader choking dirty-talk 

Super!Reader groping dirty-talk angst 

Reader titfucking Otto drabble 

gentle Otto comforts Reader not ready for sex 

Otto eating out Reader overstimulation 

Otto fucking Reader overstimulation 

Comte De Reynaud

hate sex slut shaming face slapping 

slut shaming face riding choking kink face slapping angst 

Housewife!Reader loving sex 

Comte hungry for pussy 

Boss!Comte eats Reader out workplace sex 

knife kink argument 

Pregnant!Housewife!Reader angst falling out 

Comte lusting Reader drabble

Jekyll-Hyde!Comte dubcon sadism

Comte Caroline angst

Edy Rodriguez

edging belt leather kink 

santa kink object insertion 

Thief!Edy dubcon drabble 

Thief!Edy dubcon somnophilia

That's not the real santa Tiny!Reader Thief!Edy

Hank Spallone

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.1

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.2

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.3

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.4

Hugh Weldon

Dom!Reader face slapping crossdressing masturbation

non-discussed somnophilia wake-up blowjob 

breeding kink 

Dom!Reader pegging 

Dom!Reader puppy play edging 

exhibitionism watching a meteor shower fluff 

Paul Weller

tender sex throat fucking size kink 

College!reader light angst

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You know, we've seen the King of Hearts and the Cheshire!Reader, but what about his little Queen to be? Maybe something about his Majesty sneaking a taste before the wedding night?

Yes. YESSS-

Special shout out to arcade-writing for the King of Hearts mock up!

18+

Tw: somnophilia, praise kink, oral sex, cock cages, pining

Oh, you're so cute, snuggled up with your pillow, legs spread so conveniently as you doze on your stomach. A deep, peaceful sleep that was about to be disturbed, Edmund thinks with a grin.

It's against tradition, seeing you before the wedding, but he can't help himself. A week without seeing you was far too long. He had spent it pining, miserable, as they prepared you for royal life; etiquette lessons, geography and history lessons, trying to cram a lifetime of learned knowledge into your head in seven days.

You had been working so hard…you deserved a little reward, he reasons. He eases the blankets back. 

The chill makes you whine, but you don't wake, burying your face deeper into the plush red pillow. 

Edmund smooths a hand up your white nighty, pushing it up your thighs until your ass is on full display to him, and better yet, your slit. Bending, he kisses the dimples of your lower back reverently, before he drags his fingers over the perfect cleft.

“You're so pretty,” he murmurs, lips trailing over the curve of your ass as he strokes your slit.

You twitch as he finds your clit.

The King coos, “So sensitive, aren't you, dear?” His eyes flutter as he rubs the dry little nub.

Much too dry, he thinks, bringing his fingers to his lips. They smell like you. Cock twinging in its cage, he smiles as he licks the very tips of them. 

You shiver as he plays with you, slowly coaxing pleasure from your limp body. Wetness pools along your hole as you lift your leg, showing yourself to him, offering yourself-

Edmund snickers as your hips begin to rise and jerk, uncoordinated, listless. “My eager little tart…”

A low mew leaves you as he spreads your wetness over your throbbing clit. 

“You need it, don't you? Need my touch, my affection…” His moustache brushes your heated flesh as he bends to lick a stripe through your folds, up the crack of your ass to kiss your dimples once more. “I can't wait for the honeymoon, can't wait to claim you, to call you mine, my beautiful little Queen-”

His tongue rolls around your clit, taking soft pulls, gentle sucks, until your legs begin to shake. Meaty hands hold you still, firm but not tight, he couldn't risk marking you, you would be inspected before the marriage ceremony. Eyes fluttering, he moans as you come with a weak cry.

His cock throbs against the silver cage, biting into his most delicate flesh. He couldn't wait for the wedding night, couldn't wait for you to unlock him-

“Ed-Edmund?”

He covers your ass with your nighty and moves to spoon you. “Yes, my dear?”

Pleasure dwindles low in your belly, but it's good, as he hauls you into his arms. 

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Ngl I'm still caught up on the King of Hearts AU, jealousy sex with that man would be wild-

Shout out to arcade-writing for the mock up!!

Ohhhhhh Edmund is a lot of fun!

I hope you like it!

Tw: jealous sex, hate sex, plus size!reader, Cheshire Cat!Reader, collared sex, breeding kink, choking, spit

"-rotten no good little bitch-"

You chirp as he chokes you with the leash, clenching down on his girthy cock as he spits the most vile, horrible shit, every spiteful word turning you on even more-

"I should lock you in a tower, keep you as a breeding slut," he growls, "That's all you're good for, isn't it? Spreading your legs. You'd give us such beautiful babies, wouldn't you?"

Proud, you nod, giggling at his malice.

"I bet you'd love it, wouldn't you?" When you only arch your back, he chokes up on the leash, cutting off your airway. "Answer me!"

"Edmund!" You squeak, clawing at your diamond studded collar.

"Tell me you love me, only me!"

You buck, shaking your head stubbornly. Tears mar your vision as he glares into your eyes, the two of you locked in a battle of wills as you choke and sputter. After a long moment, he breaks unable to take your desperation any longer.

You really are a beautiful specimen, supple and pretty, and he can't resist nosing your cheek as you pant and gasp. "Tell me you'll be mine and I'll make you my royal pet, how does that sound, hm?"

You spit in his face, buck and whine when his thrusts only grow harder. His hips slap your ass as his hand reaches up to pinch your nipple. Twisting it, he relishes in your squawk, in how you tighten around him.

"I'm going to keep you locked in a cage, and every night you'll have to listen to me bring a fresh whore to my bed-"

Your teeth come down hard on his bottom lip. "Mine," you growl.

"Yours?" He mocks, hands dropping to your hips so he can drive his cock in even deeper into your wet heat.

You nod, nipping at his jaw, his chin, even the curl of his mustache.

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Big Boss x Reader: Hurt

This is a short blurb, not a full fic

Warnings: dubcon-esque (close but not quite), PIV, D/S dynamics, dirty talk, (a little bit) mean dom

———

What have I become

My sweetest friend

He had you in a seedy motel room, in the middle of the desert. Despite the scorching days, the night was very cool. A rare desert breeze rolled in through the cracked window, making the already air conditioned room frigid. An old staticky radio was playing a soft tune. However, you were paying little attention to that, as your body raged with heat and sweat slicked your skin.

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

You were face down on the overly-starched, musty sheets, pinned down by the brute you’d met at the wedding reception. His cock was deep inside you, roughly hitting your cervix over and over. Your inner thighs were slick with your arousal, the lewd sounds of your wet pussy certainly audible to anyone nearby.

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

You’d known the man for less than four hours, and now he was using you, treating you like a fleshlight. The things he was saying, what he was doing… it all felt so fucking good.

I will let you down

“You like bein’ used, don’t ya? You’re bein’ such a good girl, takin’ my cock… I think you love it. You love the way I hurt you. Well, don’t worry, baby… I will make you hurt.”

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Oswald Cobblepot x Reader: Owned

This is a short blurb, not a full fic

Warnings: cocky dom, D/S dynamics, public play, fingering

———

“Here you go, Mr. Cobblepot,” you said cheerfully, placing his iced whiskey on the table in front of him, “is there anything else I can do for you?”

“You can address me properly,” the man said haughtily, his gaze gliding up from the hem of your short dress to your eyes. You gulped when you saw how dark they were, knowing he wasn’t currently Oswald.

“Yes, Sir,” you said quietly, not daring to walk away as you’d been through this routine before.

Without a word, Penguin patted his thigh. You sat without argument, despite the lounge being packed with patrons. He gripped your hips, pulling you right where he wanted. His bulge was pressing against your entrance, eliciting a small whimper. Your sounds only grew louder when he pulled your dress up, sliding his hand into your underwear.

No one could see what was happening, the table hiding Penguin’s nimble fingers. They found your clit, and began working you, his touch featherlight, causing you to writhe. You had to grip the edge of the table, gritting your teeth to keep yourself quiet.

“I can have you whenever I want, you know?” Penguin whispered in your ear, “I own you… isn’t that right?”

Trying not to whine or moan when he slipped a finger inside, you nodded, breathily replying, “Yes, Sir. You own me.”

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Andres Galan x Reader: Strike A Deal

This is a short blurb, not a full fic

Warnings: cnc but comes off as dubcon, knife play, bondage, gagged reader, forced alcohol consumption

———

“So… you’re what he sent?”

Galan was looking you over, eyeing you from the leather seat in front of you. He held a glass of dark liquor, sipping it between beautifully sculpted lips. If it wasn’t for the situation, you would’ve found Andres Galan rather attractive.

Instead, you were terrified, afraid of what he would do to you. Your boss owed him some money, but, upon coming to collect, the two struck a deal: a week with you, keeping you as his free use sex slave. You’d been delivered to his office, bound and gagged, and naked.

Galan slipped a pocketknife from his inner suit pocket, brandishing the glinting blade. It looked razor sharp, and you could suddenly imagine what it felt like against your throat. Despite the danger, you realized you were wet.

He stood, coming over to the couch upon which you sat. His free hand, large and strong, grabbed your chin, thick fingers digging into your cheeks. You started to tremble when he brought the knife to your cloth gag, slipping it under the fabric. Then, with one strong pull, he sliced through it. The cloth fell, letting you finally breathe through your mouth.

“You are quite beautiful,” Galan said, sticking his thumb in your agape mouth. He ran it over your tongue, the salty bitter taste making you drool.

Picking up the drink he had set down, Galan brought the edge of the glass to your lips. Forcing your mouth open, he poured the burning liquid down your throat, making it impossible not to swallow. You felt sick to your stomach.

Galan put the glass down again, then pressed his lips to your neck. He kissed and nipped at your flesh, causing a small whimper to leave your throat.

He brought his lips to your ear, and whispered in a deadly tone, “Keep making those little sounds, and I’m keep you forever, princessa.”

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Alpha!Chandler Manning x Omega!Reader: Without Mercy

This is a short blurb, not a full fic

Note: I don’t read a lot of a/b/o fics, but I did my best I hope it’s good anon!

Warnings: a/b/o, D/S dynamics, mean dom, PIV, breeding

———

Chandler’s hand was on the back of your head, pressing your face into the ground as he took you from behind. Fucking your cunt as he took in the scent of your heat turned him feral, saliva dripping from his mouth and spreading across your neck.

You’d been assigned to him as a means of cooling his temper. Chandler was known to be hot-headed, vicious even. You, on the other hand, were calm, quiet, never raising your voice or becoming violent. It was in your nature to be submissive, after all.

What the department hadn’t considered is you lying on your application, claiming that you were on the proper medication to suppress your heat. The truth was you’d never had one, so you never needed the suppressants.

That changed during your first undercover investigation with Chandler. A BDSM bar was the location of the suspect’s hideout. Upon seeing people strapped down, being whipped, beaten, even bred… your heat finally sparked for the first time.

Chandler could smell the scent of your needy pussy from a mile away, recognizing the delectable smell instantly. He slowly looked down at you, eyes darkening as he took in your flushed cheeks and squirming legs. Grabbing your arm, he dragged you to the nearest private room, throwing a wad of cash at a bouncer before slamming the door and bolting it shut.

He ripped your clothes from your body, shoving you to the floor and pinning you down with his body. You couldn’t help but mewl in pleasure when Chandler forced his cock inside you, stretching your unused pussy around his thick girth.

“You did this,” he growled in your ear, pounding you without mercy, “you did this… and now you’re fucking mine!”

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Doc Ock x Reader: I Don’t

This is a short blurb, not a full fic

Warnings: D/S dynamics, mean dom

———

You whined when Doc’s tongue left your mouth, breaking the deep kiss. His dark eyes focused on you, suddenly turning sharp, serious. A cold chill ran down your spine.

“You know I love you, right?”

A lump formed in your throat. His tone matched his eyes, sounding more like a dangerous threat than a sweet admission. With a hard gulp, you nodded.

“Say it,” he snarled.

Breathless, you replied, “I… I know, Sir.”

His hands dragged down your waist, hooking his fingers into your pants. With a strong tug, he pulled them down to your ankles. Suddenly, he grabbed your hips, turning you around and pulling your ass against his bulge.

Breath hot against your ear, Doc whispered, “Good… because I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t.”

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Vampire!Harold Lindsey-Jones x Reader: Rendezvous

This is a short blurb, not a full fic

Warnings: blood, PIV, dubcon

———

“Shhh,” the man whispered, his breath soft against your ear, “you’re safe, darling.”

You could feel your body relaxing, despite your fear making your heart race. Logically, you knew you needed to fight back, to try and get away. Then again, the strength of his arm around your waist, with his free hand clasped over your mouth, was enough to kill the idea of escape.

Soon your body felt as if a pain killer had just kicked in. Warm, a little dizzy, and light, as if you were floating. It felt good to let yourself go limp in his arms, and even better when you felt the first kiss against your neck. A quiet moan left your lips as you felt his hot tongue against your pulse.

He leaned you against the wall, the weight of his body pinning you to it. The arm around your waist moved, his hand going to the hem of your dress. He lifted it up, perching the fabric on your hips. The hand traveled to your panties, slipping the thin fabric out of the way. You gasped when you felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

“You’ll feel so good, I promise,” he muttered.

It was then that you felt two sharp fangs drag against your skin. Suddenly, they sunk into you, puncturing the thick artery. His lips latched to your neck, his tongue lapping at the blood that spilled from your wounds.

At the same time that his fangs punctured you, the man’s cock entered your slick pussy. Your eyes rolled back at the intense pleasure, a muffled cry leaving your lips. He gave you no time to adjust, thrusting into you at a brutal pace.

He briefly paused his drinking, lifting blood-coated lips to your ear, “This isn’t just one rendezvous, my love. This is forever.”

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‘Til Death Do Us Part (Zemo x reader)

Summary: He had your whole life planned out with him whether you wanted it or not.

Pairing: Dark!Zemo x reader

Warnings: NONCON, blackmail, forced marriage, somnophilia, breeding kink, innocence kink, poorly written smut

Author’s Note: Please take note of these warnings, I really don’t want to trigger anyone

There was something about you that pulled Zemo towards you. You were someone that Sam and James insisted that they needed and had dragged you along. Zemo would admit that he found you a calming presence in the uncertainty of their situation. A kind smile, a comforting hand, it wasn’t a surprise that he found himself longing for more. He didn’t realise how much he had been craving contact with another person until you had so willingly provided it. To have your soft, warm body pressed up against his to keep him company in the lonely, cold nights. To have someone to care for him when everyone else had abandoned him.

For you to be his obedient little Baroness.

To have you reliant on him for all your needs. To lock you away from the cruel world that you were too innocent for. He didn’t miss the way you looked at James with those beautiful wide eyes or the way he smiled back you to. It made Zemo want to rip you way, to bend you over and to show to everyone who you belonged to. To pull those delicious moans from those lips and to show you that only he can make you feel like this.

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You Should’ve Ran (Zemo x reader)

Summary: There was a lot of this you should’ve done but now it was too late.

Warnings: Dark, non con, choking, poorly written smut, Zemo being an absolute bastard

Author’s Note: So this is probably one of the darkest things I’ve written. I also haven’t written anything smutty in ages so I don’t know how good it’s going to be. Please take note of the above warnings!

You should’ve ran when you had the chance. You should’ve packed a bag and ditched your home as soon as he let you go, but you didn’t. You were foolish, arrogant, you thought that you could beat him at his own game and now you were paying the price.

You should’ve ran.

But you stayed.

And now you were paying the price

You hated to admit it but you had gotten used to the staring, to the constant feeling of eyes on the back of your neck. The soft brushes in the crowd that you somehow, instinctively, knew were from him. The footsteps following you home at night even though you could protect yourself. In the beginning it felt like he was some sick, twisted protector. You were torn between craving his attention and fleeing, although you knew that running away from him would just start your cat and mouse game again. There was no escaping once he had you in his sights.

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Bestie that’s Hank behavior. It’s got his name written all over

...Yes it absolutely does. I've decided this will be actual lore for them bc it's so damn in character, so here we go.

How You Got Started

TW HUMILIATION, FROTTAGE, POWER IMBALANCES

"Is that my stapler?"

You squeak, scrambling to sit upright. The wheely chair creaks as the offending tool falls to the carpeted floor and you're quick to kick it under the desk.

Your boss stares at you from his office. Brows high, he blinks expectantly.

Fuck! You thought he had gone to lunch, his door was closed, oh please god- Your mouth works mutely as you realize what he's seen. As he stands, you turn away.

"Hey, hey, easy-" He hushes you gently, bending to smooth your hair back as your eyes wet. "It's not worth crying over."

You hiccup into your hands. He pulls a tissue from the box on your desk and offers it. Sniffling, you take it and use it to cover your face, but it doesn't help.

"So... is it just staplers?"

Your cheeks burn as you shake your head, refusing to look up from the tissue. You are still wet, still aching, and you hate how you want to grind down on your chair. Squeezing your thighs together, your jaw tightens but your lips quivers at the little thrill you get from him just looking at you.

"Is it office supplies in general, or...?"

The chair topples as you go to bolt, but Hank catches you easily, with one arm, and you find yourself pinned to the desk. His long body pressing into you as his hands slides over your hips, down to grasp the bottom of your skirt.

"W-wait-"

"Just let me see." His grin is playful and wide. "I couldn't get a good look from back there."

"Please-" You whisper, hating how your hips lift of their own accord as he reaches to peel your undies down.

He groans at the sight of your swollen, needy cunt. "Fuck-"

You cover your face, but the tissue hides nothing-

Groaning, he strokes through your dewy folds.

"You been a busy girl, huh?"

Legs shaky, you gasp as he begins to roll his thumb over your clit. You head falls back, almost off the desk as he chuckles. The sound is deep and husky.

"Here..." he shifts a thick thigh between your legs.

Your hips snap, grinding down, chasing the hint of friction he gifted you. It feels incredible, he feels incredible, and all at once you realize it's Hank, your well-meaning, pervy boss-

He made fucking that's what she said jokes, for fuck's sake!

"There we go..."

Your eyes flutter. The warm, broad plain of his thigh feels amazing against your aching sex. Even just having him close felt good; his weight between your legs, the firm muscles of his shoulders under your nails, you didn't understand how he was always striking out with women, he was gorgeous-

Dark eyes, strong nose, cute smile-

"Doesn't that feel good, huh?" He helps you roll your hips. His voice is calm, quiet, softer than it has any right to be, softer than you've ever heard him be- "Better than that stupid stapler, huh?"

Tightening the grip around his shoulders, you nod. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's so much better with someone else-

"Come on," its a tease, not a demand. "Tell me what else you used."

He bounces you. Easing his thigh back, he pulls you to the edge of the desk. Sitting up, you pant as he stands to his full height. Your head falls back to look him in the eyes.

His hands immediately find your tits. Moaning, he peppers a few kisses across your cleavage, his beard raspy and sweet across your skin. "Tell me, come on."

You grind down even harder on him.

"I..." You swallow, eyes fluttering. "Your desk."

His brows raise. A bright shine of excitement lights up his face. "My desk?!"

Tears prickle the back of your throat. Eyes watering again, you nod. "I'm sorry-"

"No, no, don't be sorry!"

Shame bows your head.

"Hey, hey," he bops your noses together. Offers your hips a consoling, deep rub that makes your toes curl. "Show me."

Your eyes widen.

"Go on." It's cheeky, like a dare. "Show me."

With a heavy swallow, you shake your head.

"Come on," he teases. "Please? Its just us." He palms your hips encouragingly. "Come on..."

Cheeks hot, you hate how you nod, how you stand-

A strand of your juices connects your cunt to his kahkis. He groans at the sight. Catching it on a thick finger, he quickly brings it to his mouth. Your taste makes him moan.

"Doctor-"

"Call me Hank."

You shake your head, it's too far, too weird, to call him by his first name-

Quickly, you all but run to his office. It's a typical optometrist office, lots of medical memorabilia and charts, an adjustable chair, and most importantly, his desk.

It's a long, oak wood beauty. Short to the ground, his chair usually low. Your legs shake with anticipation as you come around to the corner.

"I fuckin' knew that corner was getting rounder!"

Your face warms. He's right, the wood is worn soft and you know its from all the times you've stayed late and, well...

Your toes dig into the tile. "Dr. Malone-"

"That's a mouthful." He follows close behind, even shutting the door for good measure. "Call me Hank. Come on. Everyone else does."

That may be true but you still can't bring yourself to do it.

He chuckles at your torn expression. Takes a seat in the client's chair and claps himself on the thighs and you lick your lips at the attention it brings to his obvious hard on.

Hank smirks. "Just try it."

You murmur his name as he stands.

"What was that?" He stands behind you, his hands heavy on your hips as he nudges your naked cunt against the smooth wood.

A whine leaves you as he runs his hands over your ass, groping and pinching until your bouncing, riding the sharp corner, grinding your clit against it like you would when you were alone.

You don't know if you're in love with him, that seems a little too serious for someone like Hank Malone, but you know you love being with him. That coming into work every morning and seeing him there makes you happy, that you trust him completely-

Maybe that's why it's so easy to let go.

"Come on, beautiful, let me see, let me see you come all over my fucking desk, wanna think of you every time I sit down-"

You keen. The pleasure twists low in your belly as he kisses your neck, your shoulder, but all you can focus on is the erection he's grinding into your ass and the blissful rhythm on your clit.

"Say my name, do it, come on-"

"H-Hank-"

"Again."

"Hank!"

"There we go, good fucking girl, my sweet dirty girl-"

You come with a shriek, clawing at the hard wood as your boss digs his nails into your hips. It's good, it's so good-

"Bend over."

The obedience is thoughtless and immediate. You drop until your cheek touches the surface of the desk and whine as Hank palms your ass.

Panting, Hank parts your cheeks with thick fingers as he grinds down hard. Each steady push dragging over your sensitive slit, your asshole-

You mewl as he fucks you, rough and hard, the pull of khaki denim across your most intimate places humiliating and fucking hot-

"Hank-" You squeeze your eyes shut. "I'm gonna come again!"

"Good, do it, paint my fucking desk, stain it, wanna be able to see it, smell you-"

Your legs shake and your toes curl. Your clit throbs, the steady pounding almost painful, almost too much, and you wish he would just fuck you already- "Hank!"

That does it for him. He comes hard and you feel it, the sudden warmth through his pants making you moan. Grunting in your ear, he snaps his hips against you a few more times, each one a little lighter.

Then he's standing up straight. Palming your ass and nodding to himself. "I'll get you a towel."

Bewildered by the sudden loss of him, you struggle to stand as he disappears into the employee bathroom.

He returns, white hand towel in hand, and offers it to you with a sheepish little smirk you've never seen on him before. It suits him.

"Thank you."

"For the towel or the orgasms?"

Shame hits you in the chest and it must play on your face because his expression drops.

"No, hey, hey, I was just teasing, I didn't, ya know, mean anything by it-"

Yeah, he never means anything why should this be any different. Your chin stays down, even when he rubs your cheek, wiping away the odd tear that tracks.

"Can- can I kiss you? Like, on the mouth?"

You blink.

"Please?"

Biting your lip, you steal a glance at his face. He's serious, earnest, and you nod, ever so slightly.

It's tepid. Awkward, as he tips down to take your mouth. Holding your breath, you lean into it. Fuck it, you've come this far.

Hank moans as you cup his cheek and part your lips. He takes the offer given, sucking your tongue into his mouth. It gives you a little rush, the desperation in it.

Pulling back, you smile as he sets his brow against yours.

"That was fun."

You agree.

"We should do it again. Like, a lot. Like, all the time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[my0favorite0art]

Teasing the new priest doesn't go as planned.

18+

TW: werewolf!priest, NONCON, BITING, MONSTERFUCKING, KNOTTING, PRIEST/RELIGION KINK

The new priest is kinda hot, you think as you fan yourself with a pamphlet. 

Father Abram Marlowe. Hm. Handsome fella. Tall, broad shouldered, features serious but not stern, as the local deacon introduces him.

Probably too old to get it up though. You eye his salt and pepper beard, head tilting as he steps up to the prayer podium.

He notices you right away. The moment he steps up, his eyes hone in on you and you swear he knows-

Heat prickles the back of your neck. It's a queer sensation, unfamiliar.

It- it doesn't feel like he's leering at you. There's no lewdness in his gaze, not at first, just…attention.

You like attention. Don't get it often. Your legs spread a little wider under your sundress and you smirk as the movement snaps him out of his trance.

The priest blinks hard. Swallows, at the sight of your naked knees, the hint of your thighs-

Your attitude doesn't help. How you catch his gaze and hold it. The way you smirk like you know what he's thinking, like you approve-

It's crazy, of course. To lust after a priest. Foolish. 

Harmless, you tell yourself, as you inch your skirt a little higher, spread your legs just so he can catch the slightest glimpse between your thighs-

There's a feedback on the microphone. The congregation jumps and twitters as the noise echoes through the church. A low, feral rumble. 

You're one of them. Heart pounding in your chest, you laugh at the silliness of it all, the sudden fright making you a little giddy.

"Apologies," Father Marlowe taps the mic. "Where were we? Ah, yes-"

You tune out the lecture. You've never been a particularly religious person, coming more out of societal obligation. The town was devout, and small, and any blip on the radar was treated with extreme malice, so you tended to go with the flow. Show up, tune out.

So you focus on his hands. He talks with them a lot, and he should, because they're gorgeous. His fingers thick and long, palm wide and perfect for spanking- 

You resist the urge to squeak as he meets your gaze again. Perking up, you beam at him and enjoy how he stumbles over his words. You lick your lips, lean back in your pew. His brow furrows delectably, and you'd love to bite into that frown, to run your hands under his purple stole, to hang onto it while you ride him...

You don't bother sticking around for introductions, feigning a touch of the vapors from the heat.

Father Marlowe notices. Watches as you delicately dab your cheeks, your neck, with the backs of your fingers- perspiration shines on your skin, drawing him in like a moth to the flame. 

He tries not to leer. Your blue skirt swishes around your knees as you make your way out of the church.

Father Abram Marlowe considers himself a good man, a pious man, but there are certain…limitations to his restraint. Especially during the full moon.

Later that evening, he pictures you. Staring into the darkness of the confession booth, he wonders what color your panties are, wonders what you taste like, how many fingers he could fit inside you before you start crying-

 At home in your bed, he sees you, legs spread wide as your hands disappear under that pretty blue dress. Skin sweat slicked and shiny as you whine, pitchy and desperate like a bitch in heat as you ride your fingers-

His teeth bare as he inhales through his nose, trying to remember your scent, that stark, fertile, wanting smell that had hit him the moment he walked through the church, but can't- it's too far away, his memory not good enough, not satisfying enough-

The wind changes. His nose picks up and he glances out the window. It's not late, but the clock is ticking-

"Father Marlowe?"

Oh Christ, please, not now- his head turns toward the sister booth. "Yes, my child?"

"Are you taking confession tonight?"

Swallowing, he nods. "Yes, yes, of course."

The curtain opens with a shink and closes just as softly. A bloom of your scent hits hard as you step inside. The throb of his cock under his slacks is almost painful as he pictures you on your knees for him-

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

He closes his eyes, takes another deep inhale. Mouth watering, he swallows and focuses on the quiet a moment. Except, it's not quiet. Fuck, he can hear your heartbeat. The rhythm both calming and agitating, confounding-

"It's been…a really long time since my last confession."

"How long?"

The hoarse note in his voice makes you shiver. It's cramped in the little booth, and the pew bites into your knees as you clasp your hands in front of you. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" An edge of condescension enters his voice.

The confession booth is uneven. He sits a few inches higher, your head level more with his crotch than his face and you wonder if that was intentional. If he knows you can see him fisting his garments until his knuckles are white.

"I'm not really a church person."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

His heart hardens. "Absolve yourself. Tell me your sins."

"Well, what if I'm not sorry?"

"Than why are you here?"

"What? A girl can't want a little attention?"

"Not from me," he says it simply. 

"Why not?" You lick your lips, peering at his thick fingers through the thin wicker window. "Maybe if you weren't around I wouldn't sin so much."

The good Father swallows. It was so tempting, so fucking tempting. He could have done it. He could have ripped the little privacy window aside- reached through, grabbed you by the hair and shoved his cock down your throat, and that instinct was getting harder and harder to fight the more aroused your scent became, as it filled the booth around him.

"I've been thinking about you all day, Father. I even left early because I couldn't handle it."

"Handle it?"

The faintest note of curiosity in his tone makes you beam. "I had to go home. I barely made it to the car before I started touching myself."

"What-" He closed his eyes, swallowed. Heat tears at him, his belly, his lungs, the back of his throat and the urge to bite and snap and claw overwhelms him a moment, and in that moment of weakness, he bets, "What did you think of? When you thought of me."

Surprise colors your face. You really didn't think he would let you get this far. "I thought of your hands." You lick your lips. "Thought of how you make the sign of the cross, when you give a blessing-"

His throat worked.

"How you tipped my chin up when you gave me the sacrament-"

"Blasphemy."

The broken word had made you grin. "Why? Because it's you?"

"You shouldn't be lusting after a man of the clothe."

"But that's the best kind." Your sigh is wistful as you drag your finger around the wicker window frame. "The safest kind, right? Because you're not a real man."

His eyes cut hard to yours. Even through the thin view of wicker, the intensity shines in them. "Of course I am."

"No, you're better than that." The smile on your lips softens. "Aren't you?"

Father Marlowe bristles. "That's enough."

It really isn't. "Have you ever…?"

"Have I what?"

"Fucked anyone before?"

The vulgarity catches him by surprise.

"Do you even know how?"

He slams the privacy window shut. For a moment, the only sound is his own heavy breathing, and he had been certain you would leave, but-

"I could show you how," You purr, your tone mocking and low, so low he has to bend to hear it. "Show you where to put it-"

"Get out."

With a roll of your eyes, you obey. Slapping your hands down on your thighs, you sigh, "Boring."

The word is a chide that sticks in his mind as the curtain rattles closed. It sends another burst of your scent his way. Mouth flooding with drool, he's ripping the privacy window down-

The church is dim, but not necessarily ominous as you step around a pew. The aisle is thin as you saunter down it, not the least bit ashamed of your actions. The row of lights that line it are stark white against the grey carpet, reflecting against the deep mahogany wood of the pews.

The hand that catches your shoulder shocks you, and the turn around is violent as he yanks you to his chest. 

Father Marlowe's face is grim. Ice cold fear grips your heart. He's bruising your arm, you can feel it, know you're gonna end up with imprints of his fingers in your skin-

Fuck, you can't wait.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, eyes locked on his mouth as you shrink away. "It was- I- it was just a game-"

"A game." His voice is gravel, rough and prickly. He bends to look you in the eye, your eyes flutter as his nose brushes yours, his breath warms your mouth. His gaze dips to your cleavage and he wants to lick the dots of summer sweat from your skin. "Was it funny?"

"What?"

"Was it funny?" He repeats, eyes returning to yours. There's a hunger there, unsated and eager. "Getting me hard, leaving me that way, because my vows don't allow me to bend you over and give you exactly what you deserve-"

"What do I deserve, Father?" The words are rushed-

Taunting.

The chuckle he gives makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. His hand drops from your arm. "Run."

Giving it a consoling rub, you almost don't hear him, too distracted by the queer gold rim on his irises, beautiful and strange. The word lingers in your mind, the threat not immediately registering until his hand comes up again.

There's a rip that echoes through the church as he tears the bodice of your little blue sundress. The sound spurs you into running, your white sneakers stumbling over the carpet as you break into sprint.

Father Marlowe blinks. Gaze locked on your ass, he watches you run until you're out of sight.

The front doors of the church slam before he ever so calmly undoes his collar. It drops to the ground. His black frock follows suit, before he toes off his black dress shoes.

Cracking his neck, Abram exhales before he follows you outside.

You've forgone your chained up bicycle in favor of running. The moon is full but not high enough for him to be losing control quite this easily. It's abnormal, this loss of restraint. 

A thick claw cuts it's way out of his cuticle. Each one feels like a splinter, deep in his bone, but he pushes the familiar pain aside.

The moon shines on the bicycle.

It's impossible to say how far you've made it. Heart pounding in your ears, you skid on the wet dirt, but don't stop. Your legs are a mess of cuts and bruises from the woods. Adrenaline keeps you going-

A howl cuts through the air.

Wolf?! Is that a fuckin-?! 

The wind leaves your lungs. You slam into the wet grass face first. Pain blossoms over your cheek, but you keep kicking, desperately trying to get your footing back-

Firm hands on your hips stop you. Drag you under him. The sound of ripping fabric, torn from your back, strikes you before the cold. He peels your dress off slowly, like he's savoring it, like he's unwrapping a gift-

Muscles straining, you manage to get up on your hands and knees, but it isn't easy.

A low growl leaves him as you sway. One hand steadies you while the other finds the cleft of your sex.

You choke. "Father-"

He rubs your clit through the cloth of your panties, but it doesn't- feel- 

"What's wrong with your hands?!"

A hot puff of air across your naked shoulder makes you squeeze your eyes shut. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you had imagined-

But he keeps rubbing your clit. Some of your fear ebbs as his brow finds the back of your neck. Fuck this. He's just some old guy-

Licking a hot, wet stripe up your neck, he moans. Grinds his cock into your ass-

Ok, so that doesn't feel bad, but-

His head snaps to the left as you strike an elbow out and catch him hard in the temple.

Feet scrambling on the forest floor, you barely make it a few pitiful steps before grabs your ankle, and he's on you again.

"You can't do this!" You whine, kicking and thrashing in his hold, but it's like trying to fight your way out of an iron cage.

He pushes your face into the dirt.

"Father, please!"

His hands caress your sides and it stings. Every place he touches leaves behind a scratch, a welt. It's… overwhelming. 

The whole thing is. You haven't totally shaken off your earlier arousal, and you can't help how your cunt clenches as his hands slid under you to cup your breasts.

"Father-"

He growls and butts the back of your head before he sinks his teeth into your throat. When you freeze, he chuckles, husky and dark. "Not so smug now, are you, bitch?"

"What are you?"

He ignores the question. Just pulls you closer. His body cages yours, every inch, his body impossibly warm and firm,  especially the erection he's grinding into your ass. "Gonna breed you full-" Father Marlowe sucks at your neck, nips at it. "Gonna show everyone in town how fucking easy you are, show 'em how you begged for it, how you took it-"

Then he's inside you. Splitting you open, fulfilling his promise with one slam of his hips.

A yelp bursts from you. The stretch is intense, but you're so wet, he slides right in and it's perfect, the best you've ever had, thick and curved-

"Fuck, you're so wet-" He shifts you. Spreading your legs wider, bringing you higher up on your knees only to strike you back down. "I thought the fear might have dried you up…"

He strikes another hard thrust. 

Mewling pathetically, your back arches into him. Head foggy, the bite on your neck throbs, not with pain but with pleasure. "Father-"

"Rub your clit for me."

You obey thoughtlessly, bearing your throat for him. 

"Good girl, good, good, girl-" He chuckles against your ear. "Bet you don't hear that often do y-"

His words are cut off with a low, feral growl. 

Something is wrong. His body is shifting, his torso changing, limbs stretching as you hear his bones break and reset. Hair, fur, grows on him, overtaking his human flesh.

And his cock. He's still inside you when the change takes place.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

The stretch makes you keen. He snuffles along your neck, licking your tears away. He doesn't look like a wolf, but he sure as fuck doesn't look human either, and you sob as he shoves a slimy tongue down your throat, tongue fucking your mouth as he grips your hair, twists your neck back and snaps his hips.

There's no taste to him, just hot drool that drips down your chin.

You gasp for air as he bends to lap it away. Your head swims as the priest -fuck, could you still call him a priest?!- drags his tongue over the pulsing wound on your neck. The bite twinges, somewhere between pleasure and pain, urging you to open your legs as he paws at your tits.

"Father, Father, please-"

He chuffs, hot and wet, in your face.

"You can't-"

"Can," he growls against the crook of your jaw. "Mine…show me."

Brow furrowed, you choke. Prickles of pain dot your chest as his claws dig in. The threat breaks your haze. Shaky arms straighten, hauling you up.

His tongue follows, licking your shoulder, up the long curve of your neck, behind your ear. 

Gathering your nerve, you glance down and immediately regret it. His hands- his fucking monstrous hands- cradle your breasts over your tattered bra. The fingers are strange, too long, an extra digit, at least-

A growl on your ear urges you forward, and the heavy hands yank you back, splitting you open again and again. Each thrust loud and filthy, he keeps a fierce rhythm as he pants.

It's not fair, he's so much bigger than you are, stronger, so much fucking stronger, and a part of you likes it. Likes how enraptured he is with you, how he paws at your tits, how he's claimed you-

Yelping, you try to focus on the horrible twist low in your belly. The gnawing pleasure deep inside you cooing at you to give in and like it-

"Say it," he huffs, snapping his jaws down next to your ear. "Say you're mine-"

"I'm yours!"

"Again!"

"I'm yours, Father Marlowe, please, fuck, let me rub my clit again, please, Father-"

"Do it. Touch yourself."

He moans as you obey, feeling the sweet insides of your tight little cunt flutter around his inhuman cock. The slick heat feels like heaven and he can't wait to own you, to mark you right. Nosing your shoulderblade, he feels it start to swell.

It hurts. The cock hammering away at you is the biggest you've ever taken, stretching you far beyond what you thought you could take, but it's also ridiculously good, softly curved to the left, hitting some secret sweet spot you didn't know you had-

Something butts the rim of your pussy. Curious, you pry your fingers away from your clit and drift down to where you're joined. Firm flesh butts at your opening, thickening with each thrust.

"Gonna breed my little bitch full, gonna knot her up good-"

He slams inside, pushing the bulb of flesh inside, locking you together as he howls. The pressure makes you wail, high pitch and needy under him, and he's quick to nudge your heads together, kissing and lapping at your tearstained cheek.

"Good girl, good girl, just take it-!"

Nodding, you arch your back, spread your knees as wide as you can get them as you rub your clit. It hurts, it burns, but you push through it, focusing on how deep he is, how no one's ever been so deep-

"Fuck!" You shout, head snapping back you come apart at the seams.

Father Marlowe answers by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You clench beautifully for him, a tragic fragile mess of blood and tears and dirt, so perfect and ripe-

Fuck, he couldn't wait to get you pregnant, to wreck your good girl reputation and to out you for the little whore that you were, to see you all glowing and pretty with his pup-

The church would take you in, of course. Welcome the sweet lost little lamb with open arms. Poor dear.

You pew pathetically, collapsing onto your arms as he pumps you full of come. You can feel it- every pump of his hips adding a little more until you're a sobbing, cramping mess. The shake of your legs makes him chuckle as he noses the back of your head.

"Not so funny now, is it?"

His words are still ringing through your head when he settles behind you, hugging you close to his chest.

[my0favorite0art]

Vampire!Maxim Horvath x Reader: Drink of Choice

Dedicated to @styx-the-gremlin and @braindead94 for beta reading!

Warnings: vampire kink, hypnosis kink, brainwashing kink, blood, biting, dubcon, PIV.

———

It was your last delivery of the night, dropping off a case of moscato at an old mansion outside of town. It was the furthest you’d ever had to drive for a delivery, but the buyer was more than willing to pay you for your trouble. So, you went, deep into the snowy mountains, dusk having already fallen by the time you made your arrival.

When the mansion came into view, you were taken aback. It was gothic in style, not something you’d expect to find in America. And yet there it was, tall and domineering over the landscape, even more so than the mountains around it. The driveway was long, and you could feel your heartbeat go faster with every inch covered.

You stopped in front of the massive double doors at the entrance, parking your beat up car and unloading the case. You hauled it up to the doors, and knocked with your foot. Well, you tried to, at least. You got one hit in before the door creaked open. It must’ve been slightly ajar and you hadn’t noticed, you reasoned. Tired and ready for some rest, you entered, not caring about the door.

The interior was similarly eclectic, a large entrance with a set of stairs to one side, and dimly lit. The owner seemed to be a fan of black and crimson.

You set the case of moscato by the door, and shouted, “Hello? I have your moscato!”

Silence.

You scoffed, and mumbled, “Alright, jackass, don’t give me a tip.”

You looked down at the box.

“Fuck it, I hate this job anyways,” you said, and took out a bottle. You cracked it open, pouring the contents straight down your throat.

About half the bottle gone, you turned to leave.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Suddenly, a cane was digging into your throat, and a cold body was pushed against your back. You started shivering, both from chills and from the fear.

Frigid breath whispered against your ear, “I’m not interested in the moscato.”

Then, everything went black.

———

You awoke, resting in a fainting chair in a room you didn’t recognize. The smell of a cigar permeated the air, accompanied by the scent of burning wood in a nearby fireplace. It was dark, warm, and cozy. You almost could’ve gone back to sleep.

That is, if there weren’t a man in the room. He was sitting in a large chair by the fireplace, smoke billowing from his lips. He held the energy of a panther, sophisticated yet vicious. Even from your spot on the fainting chair, you could see a darkness in his eyes.

“You’re not afraid,” he said curiously, eyeing you up and down.

You took a moment, and realized that he was right. Despite the circumstances, you felt calm.

“Did… did I pass out?” you asked.

The man took another puff from his cigar, “In a manner of speaking.”

That voice… it was hitting your core, making you ache. Your heart began beating loud in your ears.

“I do love the sensitive ones,” he said, seemingly sensing your body’s reactions.

“I…” you said, starting to get up, “I need to get home…”

“Sit,” he hissed.

Against your will, you fell back onto the fainting chair. You felt an unseen force holding you down, almost like two hands gripping your hips.

Now your heart began to race. Who was this man?

“I don’t particularly like my libations delivered, but I took my time researching you, sweet one,” the man said, taking another puff.

“M-me?” you asked, starting to tremble.

The man smirked and stood. He towered over you, holding all the power in the room. He sauntered towards you, enjoying as you cowered back.

He dusts off the spot next to you, and sits. You felt how cold he was, his thigh pressed against yours, and remembered the feeling from before you passed out.

“You see,” he began, “I’m a man of a certain taste. There’s only one kind of drink that quenches my thirst.”

“It’s not moscato… is it?” you asked.

He leaned closer to you. You wanted to move away, to run, but you felt frozen to the spot. The man put a hand on your thigh, slowly dragging it across your flesh. He took in your scent, salivating as the hunger filled him.

“Blood… of a virgin…”

Something sharp scraped your neck, sending sparks of fear and pleasure down your spine.

“You’re no human,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

“No,” the man said, laughing lightly, “I’m not.”

His other hand found your neck, and pulled you into his bite. You closed you eyes, screaming as the pain coursed through you, searing your nerves.

The man moaned against your neck, lapping up the blood that drained from your wounds. You felt lightheaded, your body only staying up thanks to whatever force held you there.

“Fall, my darling,” he whispered, “fall back for me. Rest.”

You felt yourself slowly lay back in the position you woke up in, frozen from his touch yet hot with desire. He fell with you, leaning on top of you, kissing and licking your neck.

“Oh, I knew I made a good choice with you, sweetheart,” he rasped, grinding his bulge against you.

You felt like your entire body was light enough to float away. The room was spinning, but the man on top of you was still, the only thing you could look at without getting motion sickness. You held onto him, partly for stability, partly because the cologne and cigar smoke wafting off of him made your mouth water.

*He already bit me… no turning back*, you thought.

You ran your fingers through his hair, silky soft to the touch, and whispered, “Fuck me…”

The man looked up at you, your blood coating his lips and chin. He looked like an animal, a predator, stoking the flames of your need.

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered back, and kissed you, letting you taste your blood on his tongue.

As you kissed, he unbuttoned your shirt and slid it off your shoulders. He briefly broke the kiss to take in your braless form. One hand gently caressed your body, brushing over your nipples, making them harden.

“Gorgeous,” he said, then went back to kissing and undressing you.

He easily slipped your leggings and underwear off, leaving you bare underneath him and his impeccable suit. You tugged at it, too weak to voice your desire.

He laughed quietly, kissing your cheek, “I suppose it’s only fair.”

The man got off of you, leaving you to feel like you were floating away without his weight. You tried to watch, but it all seemed to go unnaturally quickly. Of course, that didn’t matter too much once you saw his cock. Never before had you seen one you craved, and yet here you were, pussy dripping for him. You wanted it, *needed* it. Him.

He came back to you, pushing your legs up, pinning them against your stomach.

“Tell me you want me,” he said, rubbing himself through your folds, “I know you’re desperate, sweetheart…”

You could barely talk, but tried to mumble out your plea.

“Oh, is that the best you could do?” he asked, “I don’t believe so. Try again, darling.”

You felt him gently press his tip inside you, leaving it barely inside as you writhed and squirmed to get him deeper. You moved your mouth, trying to get your vocal cords to work, though only a few whimpers came out.

“Shshshhh,” he hushed you, leaning over you once more, “it’s alright. I know you can’t speak… those sounds are all I want to hear, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, he slammed himself into you, groaning deeply when he was buried to the hilt. He hit your cervix, going deeper than any toy you’d used prior. You moaned, hitting an unusually high note.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he moaned happily, “I am *never* letting you go.”

You clenched around his cock hearing that. The thought of being his good little wife sounded more tempting than it should. Yet, you felt yourself get even more aroused at the prospect. The man involuntarily bucked his hips deeper in you when you did that, causing him to start up a steady pace. He began fucking you, though it was on the cusp of making love. The passionate kiss he gave you was enough to make you melt.

When you two separated for air, you could feel your vocal cords working… somewhat. It was as if they wanted to say something specific, like the thought bouncing around your head.

“I want to be yours,” you gasped as he picked up the pace.

“Yeah?” he asked through clenched teeth, “You want to be mine *forever*, sweetheart?”

All you could do was nod as you felt your climax approaching. He thrust harder, sharper, his own orgasm also closing in. You wrapped your arms around him, sweat clinging to your skin as you held on. His cock rammed into you, hitting you in all the right places over and over again.

“Be my sweet little wife, hm? I’d love to have you around, sweetheart.”

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, sending you into a bliss you’d never felt before. Feeling him fuck you through your climax only served to extend it, particularly as he, too, lost control.

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he growled as he came, hips jerking, “you’re mine.”

His nails dug into you, certainly leaving bruises. The man kept pumping into you, his cum filling you as you laid limp.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, caressing your body and kissing your wounds, “that’s my Y/n. You did so well.”

You smiled lazily, twirling a lock of his lair around your finger, “Thank you, Maxim.”

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Wanna listen to a Maxim Horvath playlist? Here ya go!

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Devil!Big Boss x Possessed!Ricardo Morales x Reader: Walk The Earth

Warnings: possession, dubcon, oral, PIV, Bluetooth vibrator (so public play kinda), biting, spanking.

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Big Boss loved Halloween for one reason; it gave him the chance to walk the earth and partake in the delights of the flesh. Warm, fresh, innocent blood, ready to take his seed.

It had been by pure chance that he stumbled upon this old hotel, certainly lavish and up to his taste. Walking into the bar, he’d immediately honed in on a couple. Being, you know, The Devil, he already knew who the two of you were. Y/n and Ricardo, a match made in Heaven, especially when it came to your sex drives. Even then, as he took a seat nearby, Big Boss could swear the two of you were in the middle of foreplay. He guessed it never really stopped with you both.

The Boss’s interest was peaked when he noticed you squirming in your seat, and Ricky’s mischievous smile to match. He then realized what was happening. Ricky was controlling a Bluetooth vibrator, one that was inside of you. Seeing a quick swipe up from Ricky on his phone and your sudden jolt confirmed that.

Naughty little minx, he thought with a smirk, I think I’ll like you.

A few drinks later, and you and Ricky couldn’t hold yourselves back any longer. Ricky paid the tab and drunkenly lead you back to your room, holding you close and smothering you with kisses along the way. In the elevator, clothing started to come off, and Big Boss was thankful that he couldn’t be seen. Then again, who could stop The Devil from stroking himself in public?

You barely made it to the room with any clothes on, Ricky being rather impatient to see your body. Once inside, everything was off. Ricky ruined a good button up by ripping it open, sending buttons flying as he revealed his torso. You ran your fingers across his chest, the spattering of chest tickling your skin.

It was then that things slowed down for a moment. Ricky took your face in his hands and pulled you into a kiss, deep and passionate. The scent of his cedar and pine cologne warmed your soul, making you feel at home in his arms. His hands drifted to your waist, caressing to exposed flesh. You were naked, besides your panties, while Ricky was still wearing his pants.

“I have a surprise for you,” you whispered, your voice slurred.

“A surprise? For me?” Ricky said excitedly, “What’d my little Fawn do, hm?”

“Just gimme a second, I’ll be right back,” you said, slipping out of his arms and into the bathroom.

Ricky was smiling like an idiot when the bathroom door closed, imagining just what you had in store for him. Big Boss, now standing right behind him, had other ideas.

“Sorry, bud,” he said, then grabbed the back of Ricky’s neck. Big Boss phased into Ricky’s body, becoming one with him. Inside, he trapped Ricardo away, and took full control of his body.

With a crack of his knuckles, he said, “Showtime.”

The door to the bathroom opened and you walked out, wearing a white lace and satin lingerie set. The Boss nearly came right then and there.

“What do you think?” you asked, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“I think I’ve got myself an angel,” he said, letting his Southern drawl come through.

You quirked an eyebrow and laughed as you approached, “When did I get a Southern Lion?”

Ricky — well, Big Boss — pulled you in for a deep, lewd kiss. One you blamed the alcohol for, but certainly wasn’t complaining about.

“Ever since I saw that little ass of yours squirmin’, honey,” he said with a sharp smack to your ass.

Suddenly, he spun you around and shoved you onto the bed, forcing you on all fours. You weren’t accustomed to such rough manhandling, but, again, you weren’t complaining. If anything, you were aroused beyond belief, desperately clenching around the vibrator inside you. Seeing the tail of it sticking out reminded Big Boss of it, having forgotten the naughty game you and Ricky were playing downstairs.

“Looks like you’ve got a sweet little present inside for me,” he said, gently tugging at it. You whimpered at the sensation, beyond ready to feel Ricky’s cock pound into you.

With another light tug, the vibrator popped out of you, leaving you clenching around air.

“Lion, please,” you begged, shaking your ass to entice him.

A swift crack resounded, and your ass began to sting. You had to bite back a whine at how hard he went.

“Such an impatient little thing,” he said, rubbing the tender cheek, “do I need to teach you some manners?”

His fingers slowly trailed their way to you pussy, slick with need. Big Boss admired how it glistened in the low light of the room, like it was dripping a tempting nectar. He lightly caressed your clit, giving you just the bare minimum of stimulation. You tried to grind your hips to get more, but your movements were met with another harsh smack against your ass.

“I didn’t tell ya to move, darlin’,” he growled.

What has gotten into him? you thought, pondering the strange behavior. Sure, Ricky was dominant, and he’d punished you plenty of times, but there was something different about this. Something sinister, yet erotic.

Suddenly, you felt a light lick against your folds, and felt him hum in delight.

“Fuck, you taste amazing, baby,” he said, pulling you closer to him, “I’ve gotta have more.”

You were now being inundated with licks, sucks, and nips against your clit and folds, his tongue lavishing you with attention. You could feel your core tightening, your need to come overtaking every rational thought.

“God, please let me come,” you cried out, so close to the edge.

Just as quickly as it began, it stopped. You whined, feeling your pending orgasm fade away. It was then that you were grabbed by the neck and pulled up, pressed flush against Ricky’s body.

“You use that fucker’s name again, and you won’t get to come,” he snarled in your ear.

You blood went cold for two reasons. The first was what he said, something you never expected to come out of Ricky’s mouth. The second was the smell of his breath. It didn’t smell of the booze he’d had, or his toothpaste, or even its natural scent. It smelled of sulfur.

This isn’t right, you thought, your heartbeat quickening.

“Oh, but it feels so right, doesn’t it?” he hissed in your ear, his free hand massaging your breasts, “Let’s get this off you…”

The ripping of threads filled your ears as Ricky — or who you think is Ricky — tore your lingerie off. You were bare, and could feel the rock hard member pressed against you.

“Fuck, I gotta get these off,” he said, letting you fall forward on the bed as he fumbled with his pants. You gasped for breath and tried to figure out what was going on. This was more than just roleplay on his part. He seemed… possessed, but that couldn’t be. That stuff only happened in movies… right?

You were suddenly pinned down by Ricky’s naked body, leaving you both in a flatiron position. He caressed your waist as he laid on you, grinding his throbbing cock against your ass.

“Oh baby, you’re gonna feel so good around me,” he moaned.

“Ricky-“

He grabbed your throat, cutting off your air supply. You gaped, trying desperately to breathe.

“Shhh, Ricky ain’t here right now, but don’t worry, darlin’,” he said, then leaned in closer and, with a voice you could only describe as demonic, whispered, “The Boss is here to take care of ya.”

Suddenly, he speared you with his cock, feeling it go impossibly deep inside you. You let out a guttural moan, your eyes rolling back as he began fucking you intensely. You felt him bite down on your collarbone, as if he was using it as leverage.

“You’re being such a good girl,” he groaned, “takin’ my cock so well.”

You felt the knot in you quickly tightening. Boss could tell, and shoved a hand underneath you to rub your slick clit. You moaned and pushed yourself back against him, moving in time with his thrusts.

“Come on, baby, come on my cock. I wanna feel you clench around me.”

An earth-shattering orgasm hit you, knocking the breath from your lungs. It came out as a wheeze with his hand still around your throat. You were clenching tightly around his cock, and could feel him reaching his own climax.

“Gonna come,” he rasped, “take it, take it, fucking take it!”

You were suddenly filled with unusually hot cum, the sensation pleasant and soothing on your battered cervix. Ricky slowed his thrusts, his hands having travelled down to hold your hips.

You both sat in a blissful silence for a moment, soaking in the pleasure you’d given each other. Ricky was the first to break it.

“I… I don’t know what happened,” he said, his voice back to normal.

“Me neither,” you said tiredly, “but can you do it again?”

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Wanna listen to a Big Boss/Ricardo Morales playlist? Here ya go (B)! Or here (R)!