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[m-ayo-o]

blood connoisseur

choso loses control when you're on your period... nsfw: blood kink. cnc. safeword established. oral. vampiric behaviour? aftercare.

After learning that he was the master of his own blood, using it to his advantage came naturally. He's powerful, and with an endless supply from his cursed body, he knows he has the upper hand in many fights.

He slashes and spills the guts of his enemies; curse and human alike, quickly learning that cursed blood is disgusting.

He hates the scent and taste of his own blood, and when he destroys another curse it makes him want to puke.

But human blood is another matter entirely.

He first noticed when he was fighting Yuji.

It smelled different. Sweeter, perhaps.

Now he's with you he's noticed a similar smell.

"Baby, are you hurt?" He asks while you're walking around the shopping mall together, his hand in yours.

He stands in front of you suddenly, stopping you in your tracks and inspecting your arms, running his hands up and down. He starts tugging at your crop top, trying to check for marks underneath, nearly exposing you in public.

"No..." you shy away, shaking your head and giving him a weird look that makes him back up a little.

"Oh- okay, sorry.."

He can't find a single mark on your body, thank goodness, so where is that smell coming from?

However, when you step into your apartment together and he closes the door behind him it's overpowering.

The scent comes and goes throughout the rest of your shopping spree, and he tries to push his worries to the back of his mind.

But he can't stop thinking about it, really, as he follows you around, carrying your things, with his eyes never leaving your figure. He can't help but wonder what's going on, and the more he thinks about it the more confusing it gets.

He breathes in deeply and lets the rich, iron filled scent enter his nose.

And he's certain that it can't be anything else.

It's blood.

It's your blood.

And it smells... good.

"Baby," he approaches you in your bedroom, where you're spreading out all of your new clothes, "you would tell me if something was hurting you, right?"

But he's persistent.

"Mhm, yeah Choso," you brush him off and continue putting your clothes away. You know he has this deep and mysterious intuition about some things, but this is kind of strange. Could he really know that you're on your period? You haven't mentioned it to him at all.

You're not even sure if he knows what periods are?

"Baby, please sit down," he ushers you to the bed and brings you down with great care, kneeling in front of you and looking into your eyes.

"I need you to tell me... where you're bleeding."

Your eyes flit around, feeling nervous now he's staring at you so intently.

But he can't help it. He needs to know.

And if you're not going to tell him he's going to find out for himself.

"Please, baby..."

He inhales deeply and moves closer, resting his head on your lap to start with. As his breathing gets heavier he takes in more of your scent and he can feel that familiar achy feeling in his gut.

And to your dismay, he moves his head and starts sniffing, rubbing his nose closer to your middle until he's starting to part your legs.

That's when things start getting a little hazy for him.

He's no longer 'investigating' to make sure his girl is okay.

Choso's feeling kind of messed up about this but the smell coming from your body right now is making him aroused. He can feel his dick starting to swell up and his whole body is getting hot.

He already sounds breathless and he's pushing you down on the bed. With every inch closer he gets, he can sense your blood.

"Baby, talk to me?"

He's begging, he sounds so desperate to find out what's wrong.

But you're so embarrassed and you keep looking away from him, avoiding his questions and telling him-

"I'm fine.. really.."

"Baby, baby... no.. no you're not. Let me see. I wanna make it better.."

He looks up at you with those big, needy eyes and that's when you can tell something dirty is going to happen tonight.

He wants to eat you out.

"No, no-" you whimper pathetically.

You can't stop him.

But he doesn't just want you.

Oh no, it's much more than that.

He overpowers you easily and strips your clothes off in a frenzy, pinning you to the bed.

"Chosoo..." you whine, thinking that he's going to find your body disgusting right now.

But that's the exact opposite effect your period is having on him.

His deep and dark eyes have clouded over and, with your body all pretty and naked, you look up at him and see he's totally hard.

~

"Fuck- why di-n't you tell me, baby~?" He moans into you and wraps his hands around your waist, licking away the self conscious ache in your stomach.

And you can't believe he's doing this to you.

Sure, you've had period sex before.

But not like this.

Not with someone like him.

You had a feeling he wouldn't mind the blood. You know he would be used to it.

But you had no idea he would find it this... hot.

"I need to- ah- taste you-- it's driving me fucking insane- baby--"

So you swallowed your pride and covered your face with your hands, letting him get right between your legs like it was any normal day.

"W-why didn't y-you tell me, sweetheaaaart??"

You open your eyes for a second to see him getting teary eyed, sliding his tongue up and down your wet slit. And you see his lips... covered in red.

His brows furrow into a deep arch as he keeps going, his sadness turning into anger as his own blood starts to boil.

"I.. can't believe.. you kept this a secret.. from me.." he mutters into you, sending shivers through your whole body as he starts licking your sensitive clit.

Everything feels so intense now, like your senses are heightened and you can feel so much more.

"I-I- hic-- didn't think you'd wanna~~" you whine, covering your eyes again.

The sight of him is making you feel faint.

He growls out his reply-

"But it still feels good... when I touch you, right??"

You bite your lip and you can feel him working his usual wonders- his tongue circling all around your clit. You feel so fucking nervous but he's about to take it to the next level.

"But Cho~~~" you cry, "y-you shouldn't.. touch me there.. it- it's so dirty.."

Making direct eye contact, he shoots you a fierce glare.

"That's not what I asked, sweetheart."

He licks you some more and starts pushing his tongue down further, causing you to squirm and kick your legs.

But his hands are around your waist, pinning you down.

"I asked... if it still feels good."

After that he goes deadly silent, listening to your whimpers and moans, hearing that it definitely does feel amazing, as usual. And he groans into you, pleased that he can make you feel better when you're suffering like this. His sweet girl.. he can't believe this happens to you.

But it's all okay now he's got his tongue in you, tasting you.

He's never felt so turned on in his life.

Your scent and taste are just so overwhelming, it's making his head spin. And every time you try to push yourself back weakly, it feels like his dick is going to burst right through his pants.

He grabs you tighter, knowing that you don't really want him to stop.

You have a safeword for these kinds of situations.

And you're not using it.

So he eats you till you're dripping down his chin in a display of lust so disgusting you feel you could never recover.

"Cum on my tongue, baby, baby, please~~" he moans you when he feels your stomach tensing up, concentration evident on your pretty features.

"Baby, I fucking need you to-- mmmh~!"

The vibrations from his deep voice, and his lips pressed to your clit, get you over the edge. He licks you in the sloppiest circles that make you spiral out of control, sending tremors through your body.

"Ch- Choso~~" you whimper, gripping the sheets.

And he stares at you through his cloudy gaze, watching your chest heave.

He lets you float back down slowly while he kisses you tenderly. Before you have a second to feel overwhelmed by the whole mess, he wraps you up in his arms and takes you to the shower. He washes you and himself off with hot, soapy water, stroking your body, barely fitting next to you in the tiny, steam filled cubicle.

And after he's finished getting you dressed again, you shyly admit that you liked it.

"Yeah," you nod your head and glee spreads over his face, "i-it felt nice.. maybe better than normal.."

You look up at him and he brings you into a tight hug, where you're sitting on his lap on the couch.

"Baby... I know it's weird. Maybe I'm weird-"

He watches you shaking your head.

"b-but that was really hot for me... so.. um, thank you."

You stroke his muscular chest and watch him struggle with his words, a blush creeping over his features as he admits this to you.

And sure, you've never been with a guy who wanted to do anything like this before. Let alone somebody who particularly liked it...

But with Choso, he's just as vulnerable as you.

You see fear and curiosity in his eyes.

He's so beautiful.

You trust him.

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for @lynnistired Hope you like it! <3

Request: Were-rabbit x human I'm in love with your were-rabbit stuff and I want you to have full creative freedom!

Date a were-rabbit they said...

Were-rabbit x fem!human || rut, oral sex, lowkey CNC, dirty talk, praise kink

When you started dating your were-rabbit boyfriend everything was peachy. He was the cutest and most adorable guy you’ve ever met. His fur was extra soft, and his long fluffy ears fluttered adorably every time he got flustered. You fell for him fast. And he fell for you hard. You two were in love, and everything was wonderful.

The first time you two fucked you were surprised by his stamina, he made you cum three times before he got to his own release. You were on cloud nine about it. He was a gentle lover and it was overall a fun experience. But little by little he started showing more of himself, more of his never-ending stamina, more of his dominant tendencies. A part of you was awoken.

You didn’t know that about yourself. You didn’t know you liked to be called a good girl until he said it and you came. You didn’t know you had a thing for dominant guys until your adorably were-rabbit boyfriend turned into a sex crazed dom. And good Goddess if it didn’t make you hot for him. At first it was a bit of praise kink, a bit of spanking and a lot of ordering around. You ate that up. He made you feel naughty and desired and so fucking aroused you lost your mind to it.

But even then, even after having crazy sex, dominant sex, kinky sex… Nothing prepared you for the first time he had a rut.

You arrive home early, Wednesday are slow days. He’s nowhere to be seen, but you guess he’s still at work. You send him a quick text telling him to get some supplies from the store. He answers telling you he can’t, he has a problem and would be home soon. You start texting him frantically, worried sick about him. He says nothing, just sends some cryptic emojis and leaves it at that.

“Honey, I’m here. You need to run,” his voice is frantic and has an edge to it that you can’t identify. He looks you up and down and his ears stand up, twitching at every breath you take. Your heart starts beating fast.

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking at him worriedly.

He breathes deeply and slowly says: “I’m entering my rut and you need to be out of here.” You look at him confused, not really knowing were-rabbits had a rut. You thought that was a thing only werewolves had.

“Wha- why?” You try not to sound too hurt, but you don’t succeed.

“I- I don’t know if I would be able to control it, I don’t want to hurt you. Please, go. Go stay with your friend, I’ll call you when it’s over.” His voice is pleading and you want to give in, but you love him, you two can get through it together.

“No. I’ll stay,” you tell him, stubborn. You don’t tell him you are a getting turned on by the idea of him not being able to control himself around you. “I can take it. I can take you.”

His eyes are filled with heat and worry. “Are you sure? It’s going to be very intense,” he warns.

You don’t think about it too hard before you are nodding. “Yeah. I’m sure.” He tries to argue but you don’t let him, pulling your shirt and sports bra over your head in a second, exposing your breast. His gaze zeroes on them instantly, his ears twitch some more as your heartbeat speeds.

“Take your clothes off and wait for me on the bed. I need to calm down a bit before I do something I’ll regret.” The danger in his voice makes your pussy tingle. He smells the air and grunts, pointing to the room as he turns around to stop staring at your tits.

You ran all the way there and you aren’t even on the bed when his arms go around your middle and he pulls you against his furry chest. He wastes no time, pinching and rolling your nipples as you try to get your panties down your legs. You are almost done when he pushed you on the bed and jumps over you.

“I love you,” he says, but there’s an edge to it. You whimper, your pussy getting wetter by the second, his rough paws touching your face softly. It lasts just a second before his eyes turn dark and you know there’s nothing adorable about him anymore.

He positions himself over your chest and pulls on your hair, making you arch your neck to the right angle. His erection is right there, hitting you on the cheek as he takes it in his hand. He passes it around your face, marking you with his precum as he tells you how pretty you look under him. You preen at his praise, smiling up at him.

“Open your mouth for me.” You comply immediately, pushing your tongue out and looking up at him with your softest eyes. He growls at you and pushes his dick inside your mouth. As soon as he’s all the way in, you groan and he pulls harder on your hair.

Game’s on.

He fucks your mouth at the speed of light, his hips moving so fast you are lost in the hypnotizing movement as you feel his cock slide in and out of your throat so fast you lost sense of anything around you. He stops every once in a while and lets you breathe, but it’s not nearly enough. “I wish you could see yourself right now, lips wrapped around my shaft, tears rolling down… You look beautiful.” Your brain is fuzzy by the time he cums down your throat. You think he’s going to stop, but he keeps fucking in and out of your open mouth as you choke lightly on him.

His cum tastes bitter in the back of your throat, but you barely register it before he’s coming again. “You look perfect like that. Open for me, dripping wet. Your mouth feels so good,” he praises. You groan around his shaft when he leans back and forces your legs open, slapping your pussy with his whole hand and making your eyes roll back into your skull. “That’s it. So wet for me, so needy. Yes. Good girl.” You groan around his shaft, his words turning you on even more. “I’m going to fuck you so many times you won’t know where my dick ends and your pussy begins. Do you want that?” He doesn’t let you answer, pushing his dick all the way down your throat again. “Of course you do. You are a naughty girl for me.” You groan around his erection, he keeps fucking your mouth restlessly, drool and tears mix on your face as he takes his pleasure out of you, his hand softly massaging your clit. It’s not nearly enough.

He comes down your throat again. “You took a few loads already, such a good girl for me.” He pulls out and you miss him already, your brain fuzzy with arousal. “I’m going to use your tight pussy now, do you want that?” You try to nod, but he grabs your hair again. “I don’t care. I’m going to fuck your wet hole either way and you are going to love it, aren’t you?” You whimper as he chuckles. He never acted so cruelly around you, but god goddess if it’s not doing it for you.

He moves as fast as lightning, pulling you up the bed and positioning his still hard dick over your opening. “Don’t forget to scream my name.” That’s the only warning you get before he’s fucking you faster and harder than a machine. Like the rabbit he is.

He cums so fast you can’t even process it. But he keeps going. That happens so many times you lost count of how many times he comes and you come. It’s like a never ending orgasm for both of you. It’s so good and so intense you start to lose your mind a little bit.

You don’t know how much time passes before your pussy feels overused, oversensitive. You can’t take it no more. “Stop, please, stop. I can’t…” You try to beg, tell him to stop, even use your mouth again if he wants to, but you need a breather. You need him to stop fucking your poor abused pussy. You feel so full with his come and so completely used, the pain and pleasure mix completely at every one of his thrusts.

He looks down at you and wipes away your tears with his thumbs, a tender gesture even though he doesn’t stop. “One more, baby, just one more.” You aren’t sure you can comply, you can’t even move anymore.

“I- I can’t,” you cry, so spent already. He keeps fucking in and out of you, coming every few minutes and filling you with a new load. His cum gushes around his shaft, there’s probably a mess under you, but he doesn’t seem to be thinking of stopping anytime soon.

“Yes, yes you can. You are doing so good for me.” You cry out his name as you come once more and look at him pleadingly to stop.

But he lied.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop for what feels like days but probably are just a dozen hours. You pass out at times, you cum so much you think you are going to die from it. But he keeps going. Fucking rabbit stamina.

Date a were-rabbit they say. He would be cute they say… But they don’t tell you about the frantic fucking. Or the nerve-rending stamina. Or the rut. Nobody tells you about their rut. And good Goddess you suffer from it… But you’d offer yourself to spend it with him again and again and again…

[rayslittlekitten]

Can I?

A/N: Okay y'all. It's here, it's done. Y'all voted on this a while back and it was a bit challenging as I made the mistake of starting to write it with Will in mind so I had to make adjustments, but I think I figured it out. Thank you so so much to @musings-of-a-rose for taking a look at this for me. You are a doll!

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 6,033

Pairing: Benny Miller x BFF! F! Reader

Plot: A night of unexpected events occur when you and your best friend innocently test out sex toys you had drunkenly purchased for shits and giggles.

WARNINGS: This is the first fic I am NOT including warning tags because I don't want to spoil anything. There's nothing typically potentially triggering like dark stuff (i.e. CNC) but still I wanted to keep it a mystery going in. SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Your friends were supposed to watch the fight with you tonight but they had bailed with some excuse or two except for your best friend. You thought that his brother would at least still be joining as they usually do everything together - like you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out they hold each other’s dicks while the other pisses - but it’s just going to be you and him tonight. Instead of going to the bar like originally planned, you both decided to pick up a case of beer and hang out at your place. It’s cheaper and less crowded. 

There’s a rap at your apartment door and you go to open it. As expected, it's your best friend with the supply.

“Hey, Benny! Just in time!”

"Hey, you got a package," Benny says as he hands you the beer. He bends down to pick up the small brown box off the floor by your door. "What did you order?"

"I have no idea what that is," you reply as you make your way over to the kitchen to stick it in the fridge. "I don't remember ordering anything. Where does it say it's from?"

"The return address just says Warehouse, in Ohio," he replies, inspecting the non-descript package and following you further into your apartment after shutting the door behind him.

He hands you the cardboard box before taking his jacket off and making himself at home. You rip open the package and after seeing the contents, you laugh out loud.

"What's so funny?" he asks, walking closer to you.

"This was a drunk purchase. I totally forgot about these!" You reach in to pull out the items and show him your new purchases.

"What are those?" He looks perplexed.

“This one is a vibrator I keep seeing on Instagram, but it's supposed to be like, amazing," you answer.

"How the hell are you supposed to use that?" He takes one of the packages from you and inspects it, looking at the pictures on the box.

"Well, one way you can use it is you insert this side into your pussy and this part is supposed to sit on your clit," you point and explain to him. "It also comes with a detached remote so someone else can control it.

"I don't know if that's a terrible time or a great time."

"The vibration is supposed to be very powerful but quiet," you add. "Supposed to be discreet. They try to sell it by showing women supposedly wearing it in public under their clothes without anyone apparently knowing and their partner has control of it and she's like losing her shit."

"I'm curious now."

"For science!" You declare as you snatch the package from him. You start opening it up and pull the contents out. "Shit, it needs AAA batteries. TV remote!"

You head to the living room and he follows you. You take the batteries out of your TV remote and shove them into the new toy. After turning it on, it buzzes lightly in your hand, moving subtly.

"Let's see how crazy it can get." You start playing with the buttons until it goes up to the highest setting and Ben's eyes get wide as saucers watching it flop around in your palm, practically jumping out of your hand.

"Jesus Christ!" Benny hops back.

"Yeah, now imagine that between your legs."

"I'm not sure I want to. Looks like it would scramble all the sperm inside my balls. Besides, I don't think it was made for my body parts," he points out.

"You just don’t have an imagination," you jab. "Hmm, should we test drive it?" you suggest as you shut it off.

“What do you mean?" he asks curiously.

"See if the hype is real," you answer. "Especially that other one." You point to the other toy that's still in its package.

"That one's supposed to feel like your clit is actually getting sucked on."

"I didn't even know such toys exist," he confesses. 

"There are soooo many sex toys out there, you don't even know. Why don't you go get us some cold ones while I figure these out?" you suggest.

"You really wanna do this?” He checks again.

"Yeah, why not? It's not like we have anything else better to do except watch two grown men beat each other up," you state. “Come on, this isn’t any different than the time we accidentally found Will’s porn stash and you got a boner.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t jerk off.”

“You totally did. Not in front of me, but you were not discreet when you snuck off to the bathroom with one of his magazines to ‘take a shit’,” you look at him knowingly.

“Okay, fine,” he shrugs and adjusts his forward-facing cap. “You have a point.” He heads back into the kitchen to grab some beer.

When he comes back with two opened bottles in hand, he finds you reading the manual and reviewing the other toy.

"So how exactly are we testing these?" he asks, settling down next to you on the couch and taking a gulp of his beer.

"Well, I'm not gonna stick it down my pants if that's what you're thinking. Would that be too weird?” You scrunch your nose while looking over at your best friend who looks just as clueless.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking. It ain't going down my pants. No amount of alcohol is gonna get that to happen."

"Okay, I didn't think this through. I mean, I guess we can just test it on our arms or something," you shrug cluelessly, thinking of the first thing that comes to mind and then going back to the manual.

"How would that work?" Benny asks as he takes the remote sitting next to him, inspecting it.

As you begin to answer, he starts randomly pressing buttons and you shriek, jumping in your seat. Benny also jumps back, spilling some of his beer as he reacts to your sudden outburst.

"What the hell?!" He looks over to you.

You instantly reach for the vibrator that happened to be sitting between your legs, snug against the front of your pants and toss it at him. Benny tries to dodge it like it's a dead cockroach, but it lands on his lap and he immediately launches himself off the couch. The vibrator continues to bounce around the cushion of the couch until Benny finally shuts it off.

"What the hell was that, man?" Benny looks over at you.

"It was between my legs when you turned it on, you ass!"

“Well, what the hell was it doing there? You said you weren't gonna test it that way."

"I wasn't! It just happened to be there while I was reading on how to operate the other one. Why'd you turn it on?" You shoot back.

"I don't know what the hell I'm doing!" He shouts. "This shit is like rocket science! How do you women even use these things?"

"Men use them too," you correct him. 

“Well, clearly I never have," he admits and returns to his seat, flicking the vibrator towards you to make room for himself.

"You're such a prude. It's not like I was wearing it," you say, grabbing it away from him.

"I'm not a prude! You freaked out so I freaked out." He takes another gulp of his beer.

"Whatever," you mumble, still feeling a bit flustered and embarrassed by what had happened. You turn your attention back to the other toy. 

"Wait, you've never used any sex toys before?" you shift your attention back to him.

"Nope," he shakes his head.

"Not even with a partner?" You raise a brow.

"Well, one time this girl wanted to make things interesting and suggested a dildo, but it wasn't for her," he starts. "She wanted to stick that up my ass and I was not about that. Especially not after what I had for lunch that day."

"Aww, no peggy for Benny?" you exaggerate a pout.

"Hey, you should think twice about who you're poking fun of.” He shows you the remote in his hand and turns it back on, spooking you when the vibrator goes off between you and Benny.

"Okay, you're having too much fun with that." You reach over to grab the remote from him but he moves it away from your reach. 

You lean in further, but his long arm prevents you from getting access to it. At this point, you’re practically climbing on top of him. 

“You’re right. This is fun,” he laughs.

When you get close, he transfers the remote to his other hand so you shift yourself but lose your balance, landing back on the still-on vibrator. You shriek and Benny laughs at you. He turns the setting to the highest as you try to get away from it in your awkward position.

"Benny! You can't just go from 1 to 100 instant—" You finally roll off of it and give yourself a moment. With your eyes closed and teeth digging hard into your lower plump lip, you try to get yourself together.

“Are- are you okay?” Benny asks as his laugh dwindles. “Did you have an orgasm or something?” he jokes.

“No…” you start. “But maybe I almost did - maybe!”

His laugh finally dies, but a smirk remains on his face.

“Seriously?!” His eyes grow wide, turning his body towards you.

“That toy is no joke,” you point to it still wriggling on the couch. “And now I really wanna know what it can do.”

Benny shuts it off and his eyes shuttle between the toy and you.

“Uh… like, now?” He questions.

You stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating. 

“That would be weird, right?” You ask with a squinted eye. “Never mind, forget it—”

“Have at it,” Benny interrupts. “Now I wanna see what this thing can do, too.”

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow, surprised.

“Yeah, like you said, what else is there to do? For science!” He brings up his beer bottle to celebrate it.

“Dork,” you chuckle, snatching the toy.

“Also, maybe I can learn a thing or two from it,” he replies. “Not that I need any help in that department, but I’m always open to learning new things,” he adds.

You roll your eyes.

“Hey, I’m a fighter and a lover. And I’m great at both,” he winks. 

“Are you done stroking your own ego?” You look at him, unimpressed.

“I’m sorry. Yes, you can go on to stroke yourself,” he answers, trying to keep a straight face but ends up cracking a smirk.

“You’re so dumb,” you roll your eyes again and try not to crack your own.

“But I gotta be the one in control.” He holds up the remote in his hand.

“Benny-“

“I may never have the opportunity to ever do this again,” he says. “Besides, isn’t it what makes this fun? Someone else controlling it?”

You stare back at him and think about it.

“Okay, fine, but-“ you point a finger at him.

“I promise I won’t go from zero to 100, okay? Scout’s honor.” Benny brings his three middle fingers up.

“You weren’t a boy scout,” you point out.

“Fuck you. I was one for like a month,” he corrects you. “So are we doing this or what?”

“Turn around,” you tell him.

“What? I can’t watch?”

“Not watch me put this on. Turn around,” you repeat.

He rolls his eyes and turns his whole body around so the back of his head is facing you. You keep an eye on him as you wrangle your jeans and slip the toy inside you until it fits snug. Benny takes a sip of his beer as he waits patiently. He hears you fumbling around and finally you tell him he can turn back around.

He turns to face you and he looks confused.

“What?” You ask him.

“You have it on? Under your jeans?”

“Yes. I wasn’t gonna let it all hang out willy-nilly,” you tell him. “If you don’t believe me, turn it—“

Before you can finish your sentence, Benny flips the switch and you seize up. He can’t hear it, but your reaction confirms you have it in. He watches you as you stay still and quiet for a few moments.

“Can I up the speed?” He asks.

“Is this the lowest setting?” You calmly shoot back.

“Uh, yeah I think so.” He looks down at the remote to see if there’s any indication.

“Okay, go up one notch. One!” You glare at him.

“Okay, here we go.” He turns it up and you twitch.

You start shifting around in your seat until you feel the vibrator is in optimal position.

“How many speeds does this thing have again?” You ask out loud, reaching for the instruction manual and scanning it. “TEN?”

“Well, here’s number three,” Benny says as he ups the speed.

“Ben— ohhhhh…” Your scolding got cut short when the vibrator starts to really hit the right spots. 

The tip of the dildo part tickles your g-spot as the outer part flickers over your clit. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip, trying to concentrate and keep your composure.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you mumble.

“Uh… how are you doing?” He asks, not sure what else to do.

“I’m… “ you freeze up for a quick second and then relax, letting out a heavy breath. “Jeeeesus,” you hiss.

Benny remains quiet as he watches you slightly gyrate against the couch. You close your legs together and cross your knees, trying to recalibrate yourself for the ideal position. He notices your breathing has gotten heavier.

“Higher?” He asks quietly, afraid to interrupt your flow.

“I’m already slipping all around,” you answer without opening your eyes, almost forgetting you aren’t alone.

“That’s not a no…” he points out.

Your teeth digs even deeper into your lower lip as you contemplate whether you want to chase your impending orgasm or not. You hate that at the current setting, it’s only enough to edge you and need a bit more to get you over the top. 

“Okay,” you finally say. “Do it.”

Benny takes it to number four and you yelp instantly.

"Oh my god," you start giggling. "This is fucking crazy!"

Your thighs tightly clamp together and your back arches off the couch. You throw your head back as your jaw drops open, letting out a silent scream. Your hips rock against the vibrator, trying to get to the finish line.

"I'm not gonna lie. This is getting me hard."

You open your eyes and glance over at him to see him palming the front of his jeans and rubbing himself through the denim as he watches you trying not to lose your shit.

“How close are you?" he asks.

You feel your face get really warm all of a sudden. His baby blues pierce your eyes and you're suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you already are, like you just got caught doing something you shouldn't be doing, but at the same time, it’s kinda hot seeing Benny turned on watching you to the point where he’s quasi-touching himself. Noticing your state of shock, he amps up the vibration and you let out an uncontrolled moan.

"Oh, fuck!“

Your hips buck off the couch as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. You continue to moan as you ride the wave and try to catch the next one, grinding down on the couch. You don’t even care how silly you might look to Ben right now. All your focus is what’s going on between your legs. Suddenly the vibrator gets stronger again.

“Ben, stop! It’s too much!” You shriek.

You’re relieved when the torture stops, but it also feels odd as you feel the residual buzzing between your legs.

“So… how was it?” Benny breaks the silence. “Was it all your hopes and dreams?”

You take a moment to yourself to process the experience before answering.

“This shit is… I don’t think I ever want to experience the highest setting on this thing,” you tell him. “This thing is like a torture device. It feels like I pissed myself.”

You turn to look at him as you catch your breath and you’re reminded that Benny’s having his own fun with this, bringing you back down to earth. He scoots a bit closer to you with his hand still over his crotch. This new tension is clearly mutually felt as you both stare at each other, waiting for the other person to say or do something first. Your eyes ping pong between his face and his crotch, which he is still lazily rubbing.

“So uh… what now?” Benny asks, licking his lips. “Round two?” he brings up the remote still in his hand.

“N-no! No, no! Don’t you dare-“ you reach for the remote again, but he pulls it back behind him.

You chase after it, lunging towards him and end up getting right in his face.

“Benny!” You try again, but pause when you catch him staring at you, his face no more than a few inches away from yours. 

It may be the post-orgasm bliss or the awkward position you both found yourselves in, but you’ve never noticed how easy on the eyes your best friend is. He swallows hard as his eyes scan your face.

“Can… can I kiss you?"  he asks suddenly, leaning in and nudging your nose with his, testing the boundaries.

You lick your dry lips and swallow as you glance down at his mouth, seeing it slowly closing the distance. He ghosts his lips over yours, stopping short of actually putting it on yours, waiting for your permission. You answer his question by closing the gap, slotting your mouth over his.

He kisses back, gently at first, matching your energy. When you slip your tongue into his mouth, he cups your face and returns the gesture. You’re both now devouring each other as he turns his body towards you to get into a more comfortable position, adjusting himself to accommodate the bulge in his jeans.

You both continue to make out with more urgency. Benny’s hands start cautiously exploring your body, placing a hand on your waist at first. It wanders down to your hip and he gives it a squeeze. Your own hands start roaming Benny’s body, touching his hard chest first. His warmth is welcoming, making you twist your body and lean into him. Feeling bold, Benny’s hand wanders to your thigh, his fingers brushing the inside, but far from your wet patch. 

“Can I touch you down there?” He mumbles between kisses while moving his mouth to the side of your face and down your neck.

“Wha-“ You let out a loud sigh when you feel his soft wet tongue on the side of your neck, shivering when he grazes a sensitive spot.

“Can I touch you down there?” Ben repeats, pulling back, his lust-filled eyes looking down into yours.

His fingers barely scrapes your inner thigh, but you feel the jolt of his touch travel up to where the vibrator is still sitting.

“Please?” He squeaks out as his fingers travel up higher and his breathing gets heavier, matching yours.

Even though the vibrator isn’t on, it still brushes against your clit every time you shift and it’s only making you want Benny more, to help you get some relief. Even though you’ve already cum, you are hornier than ever right now.

You simply nod before capturing his mouth again. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hand cupping you, rubbing small slow circles with his fingers. Your hips twitch when he drags his middle finger up and down the thick seam of your pants that’s pressing directly down the center of the outer part of the vibrator which is sitting directly on your clit. He’s barely putting any pressure, but you’re hypersensitive right now and it feels like torture. 

Now impatient, you start undoing your pants, trying to quickly get them off. You break the kiss to take a few seconds to focus on ridding your jeans. Benny watches you as he palms himself again, touching himself like he did with you. When you finally get your jeans off, tossing it over the couch, you reach into your underwear to remove the bane of your current existence - the vibrator. Without much effort, the vibrator basically falls out of you. It is drenched in your arousal, a thin sticky string still connects you to it. 

It made an audible noise when it slipped out of you, as did Benny. Before you can discard the very used toy, Benny’s hand is back on you, his fingertips teasing the band of your underwear. He keeps dipping further and discovers how slick you really are.

"Jeeeeesus Christ, you weren't kidding. That shit got you so fucking wet," he comments while teasing your opening, slowly dipping his fingertip in, putting light pressure against it but it took no effort to penetrate you.

An audible squelch can be heard when he enters a second finger. You moan, feeling his thick fingers filling you and stroking you inside. He’s definitely reaching places the vibrator couldn’t. He hums watching your face distort when he pushes in further.

Your hand grips his strong forearm, feeling his veins raised and his muscles flexing underneath your palms as he pumps his long fingers in and out of you. The tip of his tongue darts out and licks the corner by his upper lip as he starts curling his fingers up, reaching for that soft spongy spot at the roof of your vagina. Your legs open up wider for him as his fingertips rub your g-spot over and over again. Your senses are heightened watching him watching you with darkened eyes. His thumb starts rubbing your clit as he massages your g-spot and it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to peak. You rock your hips against his fingers as your muscles continually clench and release over his fingers. 

"Holy sh-shit," you tremble, feeling the aftershocks.

He pulls his fingers out, dragging them over your clit along the way, making your body twitch at the sensitivity. 

“I think I made you cum faster than that toy did,” he jokes.

You crack a half smile but you don’t have the brain power to conjure up a verbal response. After a shared moment, he leans in to give you a quick peck on your lips. As he gets up off the couch, Benny takes his cap off to adjust the position of it, switching it backwards before settling between your legs. 

The front of your thin cotton panties are completely drenched through. He can see your outline as the damp fabric clings to your puffy lips. 

“Can I taste you?” 

His puppy eyes peek up from between your legs. Your brain is mush so you simply nod.

He bunches the top of your underwear in his hand and yanks it up, causing it to brush across your clit. Your hips twitch and as he continues to rub the fabric over you, seeing your reaction to it and drawing out the tease. You moan and gyrate your hips when he puts his mouth between your legs over your underwear.  He laps up your juices, licking and sucking as he continues to tug at your panties taut against your dripping cunt, putting pressure on your sensitive nub.

"Ben…" you pant as you push his cap off and run your fingers through his messy dirty blonde hair.

His scruff brushes the insides of your thigh as he continues to eat you out. You gasp when you feel the tip of his tongue breaching your opening, forcing your underwear aside and exposing your core. He puts more pressure with his tongue, slipping in deeper inside you and tasting you. Your hips start rocking against his face, but his tongue can only go so far. He shifts his attention to the swollen bud a little higher, scrunching your panties aside. He circles your clit with the tip before pressing the flat of his tongue and then his mouth over it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks hard. Your thighs clamp around his head and his eyes focus on your face as his tongue continues to play your clit like a fiddle. He grips your hips and holds you down.

“F-fuck…” your breathing becomes irregular as your orgasm builds.

With his mouth still attached to you, he slips his finger inside you to try to find that spot again. You thrust against his face when you feel your third release breaching. Benny intensifies his sucking and fingering, feeling you clench around him. You cry out when the dam breaks and you convulse around him. He doesn’t stop until you still. As you’re coming down from your high, body slouched from being spent, he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.

“So you wanna try that other toy now to see how it compares to the real thing?” He asks as he stands up and wipes his mouth.

He was right about him not needing any help in the bedroom department. You can barely form words right now. Never in a million years would you think your best friend can eat pussy like an expert. Taking from his brother who he regularly competes with, he always strives to be the best in everything he does, but this is on a whole different level. And now he wants to use another toy on you? You don’t think anything can top what he just did to you.

"W-what?" you ask cluelessly, still recovering the most mind blowing oral sex you have ever received. 

Your eyes follow him as he reaches for the suction toy to show you. He tries to figure out how to turn it on as he kneels down, returning between your legs.

"You gotta help me out here--"

He's suddenly interrupted when you grab his face and smash your lips against his, tasting yourself. He abandons the toy somewhere and moves up to the couch next to you. You reposition yourself to straddle his lap as you continue to make out. As your hands wander down to the buttons of his jeans, he grabs your ass, squeezing them in his large hands. 

When you successfully get his jeans undone, he lifts his hips and helps you pull down his bottoms until he springs free. You look down and reach for his thick cock, warm and soft to the touch. You jerk him as he’s already hard as a rock. Your thumb brushes the underside of his head.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

Now it’s your turn to torture him. You slide off his lap and on to the floor, kneeling between his knees. Once in a comfortable position, you grab his length, licking a trail from the base to the tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When you get to the top, you wrap your lips around him, wetting the head a bit before inching down to taste the rest of him. Your tongue swirls around his smooth and salty skin, lubricating him as you bob up and down.

“Shhhhit…” He throws his head back against the couch.

Feeling frisky, you try to deep throat him and he grasps within arms reach whatever he can as he groans. He looks over when a hand grabs something unfamiliar to him. It’s the vibrator and an idea comes to his mind.

“Wait,” he reluctantly stops you.

You pause and see him holding up the vibrator.

“Put this on while you suck me. I think it’ll be fun.”

You look at the vibrator for a moment and then back at him.

“I promise I won’t put it so high,” he reassures you.

“Fine,” you agree and you take it from him and slip it inside you, orienting it the right way. “You try anything and I’ll bite your dick off,” you warn, drawing a small chuckle out of Ben.

You get back into the position you were in before and put your mouth back on him. As you go back to sucking him, you yelp when Benny turns the vibrator on at a low speed. The noise you made sent a delightful vibration down his cock, making it twitch. He turns it up a notch and your hips move against the vibrator. You start moving up and down on him a little faster, stroking the base where your mouth can’t reach. You deepthroat him again until you gag, but you keep on going, sending your spit dripping down his cock and lubing him up.

“You look so fucking hot,” Benny pants.

His breathing is getting more labored. His hips jerk up and he places a hand on the back of your head. He’s not putting any pressure, but he fists your hair. He doesn’t pull on it, just moves with you as you fuck him with your mouth. You start quickening your pace feeling the vibrator getting stronger, trying to match it. Feeling the beginning of an orgasm forming, you rock your hips and suck him harder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you.

Not changing your rhythm, you watch him come undone as he pops in your mouth. He thrust into your face as his moans echo in the small space and grasps the remote in his hand, accidentally jumping it up another level, but it’s what you needed to push you over the edge. You grind against the toy as you moan with him still deep inside your mouth. He spills out of the corner of your mouth as his hips slow down.

When he stills, you suck him clean and swallow the load that remained in your mouth. You reach down to pull the vibrator off and toss it onto his lap. Benny jumps in his seat and shuts it off. You wipe the corner of your mouth and chin with the back of your hand as you get up off your knees. He looks back at you with tired eyes as he tries to catch his breath, cock twitching. You squeal when he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap, careful with his half hard cock. You straddle his lap and he kisses you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth, tasting a bit of himself. The two of you lazily make out for a bit until Benny pulls back. You lick your lips and smile, looking down at him.

“We should start making this a regular thing, ya know. The toy testing,” Benny suggests, breaking the awkward silence and lightening the mood.

“Well, I do have a dildo I haven’t tried yet,” you half-joke.

He looks back at you with narrow eyes.

“You’re not putting that in my ass,” he states.

“Not what I was thinking,” you chuckle as you shake your head. “I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to be double penetrated,” you explain.

Benny stares at you with a blank expression, but you see his semi twitch in your peripheral. 

“Gi-give me maybe fifteen minutes—“ he finally says, pointing to his softening cock.

“Whoa! Hold it there, cowboy,” you stop him. “Why don’t we just think on that? Besides, I don’t have any condoms or lube for that to happen.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure,” he shrugs. “I-I had a good time, if that’s what you were wonder—“

You silence him with a tender kiss before grabbing the vibrator to remove the batteries and toss them at him.

“I’m gonna clean up. Why don’t you put the fight on? I think It’s starting soon,” you tell him as you dismount him and grab your jeans off the floor while Benny pulls his bottoms back up.

“Look what the guys missed out on. Coulda had an orgy,” you joke.

“If everyone showed up, we’d be at a bar,” he points out, then swishes some beer inside his mouth.

“Fair. Okay, a Miller sandwich then,” you switch it up.

Benny chokes on his beer.

“Kidding!” You chuckle awkwardly. “Kinda. Sorry, you probably don’t wanna think about you and your brother fucking the same person at the same time,” you snort before finally heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, you find Benny putting his phone away and relaxing on the couch like he was before any of the sexy stuff had happened, with the TV on. The awkwardness returns. He hands you your beer as you sit down next to him, settling in. You both quietly watch the fight as it starts, but you steal glances at each other every now and then. At one point, you do a double take.

“Dude, are you smelling your fingers?” You look at him incredulously.

“What? I washed them, but I can still smell you.”

You grimace at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. You smell good,” he shrugs. “It’s actually getting me hard again.”

You watch him adjust himself. The both of you stare each other down, trying to read each other until a knock on your door breaks the trance.

“Who the hell is that?” You ask, but Benny shrugs.

You get up to open the door and find the other Miller brother on the other side.

“Hey, sorry I’m late! I had trouble finding parking. Did the fight start already?”

You look back at him confused.

“Uh… are you gonna let me in?” Will asks. “I brought goodies.” He shows the case of beer and grocery store bag in his hand with a party sized bag of chips peeking out.

“Sorry, I just thought you weren’t coming,” you tell him while letting him in.

“I texted Benny telling him plans changed last minute. Did he not get it?”

“Uh, I-I don’t know. He didn’t tell me anything.” You lead him into the living room where Benny almost looks surprised.

“Did you not tell her I’m coming?” Will asks his brother.

“Oh, sorry, forgot. I was uh, a little preoccupied,” he apologizes.

Will looks at both you and Benny suspiciously. 

“It smells… interesting in here,” he comments, his eyebrows furrow with curiosity.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Will. Let me take that from you.” You quickly change the subject, taking the bag and beer out of his hands.

“Wait-” Will starts.

“Get comfy. I’ll bring you back a cold beer,” you tell him before whisking away.

You stick the beer in the fridge and when you remove the party sized tortillas to pour some into a bowl, you notice some unexpected items in the bag. You take them out for a closer inspection and your eyes widen at the bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Maybe he bought these before his initial plans got changed.

You shrug, throw them back into the bag and return to the living room with a bowl of chips, cold beer and the grocery bag of personal items. When you walk into the living room, the brothers turn their attention to you, eyeing you like they’re expecting something other than the beer and chips. You look back at them suspiciously as they’re both very laxed and spread out on the couch on each end, leaving a space for you in between. As you walk over and settle in next to them, their gaze follows you.

“Here Will, I think these are yours,” you hand him a beer and his bag of items.

He takes them from you as he smirks.

“Thanks. So,” Will turns his body towards you. “Benny tells me you’re curious about some DP action.”

You almost drop the bowl of chips in your hands. Will is usually very reserved and diplomatic so you’re a bit shocked at how straight forward he is right now. You glare at your best friend who shrugs helplessly.

“I had to tell him what he missed out on.”

You glower your eyes at Benny, but then put two and two together, your focus now bouncing between the two brothers and realize that no one is probably going to watch this fight tonight.

[toxicanonymity]

whenever you have time, could you expand on that dark mode joel hc where reader brings up tess😩

(ACTUAL) DARK MODE 🔪

700 words | DARK!Joel x DARK!Reader | master list

In this AU, you can activate different “modes” for your pleasure using specific triggers.  Read about Joel’s modes in these (twisted) Objectification HCs. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ NSFL DARK!Joel, NONCON maybe cnc but tagging noncon to be safe, Violence, domestic violence, verbal abuse/degradation, spitting, choking, knife, blood, unsafe PIV, dubcon by reader?, maybe more!  post-outbreak, AU

You're in an abandoned cabin looking for supplies on a long journey, and you're in the mood to get tossed around by Joel's darker side.  He's looking in the kitchen cabinets but stops dead in his tracks when you say, "Tess would know what to do." 

He turns around and you watch it come over him.  He takes a deep breath through his nose and his whole body tenses. "WHAT'D I TELL YOU 'BOUT SAYIN' HER NAME?" he booms, pointing at you, mouth wide open, hair bouncing with every word, whole body shaking with rage. 

He charges at you and you step backwards until your ass hits the kitchen table.  Joel wraps a rough, dirty hand around your throat and holds you there, his eyes shooting daggers into yours.  You cough and choke.  "What the fuck's the matter with you? Huh?" His face is red.  He lessens his grip only to let you answer. 

"She always knew what to do," you say. 

He lowers his voice to a disturbingly calm volume and says "You're gonna make me kill you one of these days" as he pulls his knife. You know he won't, but it still makes your heart race.  

He slams you down face-up on the kitchen table.  Your knees are at the edge, legs dangling.  He gets up on the table and straddles your hips then presses the flat of the knife against your throat, and the cool metal sends a chill down your spine.  His face looms over yours, neck veins bulging. Terrifying look in his eyes.  Ice cold like he doesn't know you at all.  Like he wasn't inside you 8 hours ago. And the night before that, and the night before that. 

"Is that what you want? YOU GOT A DEATH WISH? AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE TO KEEP YOU ALIVE?" He slides the knife off your throat then reaches down and pops the button off your pants using the point of the knife.  

"Don't fuckin' move" he says. He gets down from the table, watching you, his pants sliding down yours and you feel his hard cock.  Your heart pounds and your eyes prickle with tears as a primal response, but there's also a fluttering ache between your legs.  He pulls up your shirt and holds you still with one arm across your belly while he yanks your pants down.  He brings his mouth to your thigh and bites down harder and harder until you  thrash him off.  Then, he  presses the flat of the blade at your pantyline and your hips lift into it seeking friction.  

Then he abruptly slashes your underwear, which catches and breaks the skin.  The blade leaves flaky white trails that burn ice cold.   The white trails turn into dotted red as Joel rips your ruined underwear off entirely and takes his stiff cock out of his pants. The red beads grow and absorb each other along the knife's trail as Joel forces your legs open and notches the angry head of his cock at your entrance.  

He uses the blunt edge of the knife to smear the line, then brings the blade to your mouth and makes you lick your blood off it.  You narrowly avoid slicing your tongue.  

He grabs your hips with both hands, still holding the butt of the knife in one, and plunges his length into you.  You groan at the familiar stretch, and he doesn't wait at all like he normally would for you to accommodate his size. He pulls out all but the tip, then sheaths himself in your cunt entirely. 

He pounds you brutally until you come on his cock, tripping him into his own orgasm, and, cruelly,  this is your favorite part.  As he empties his balls into you, you gradually see the devil leave his eyes. With each pump, a little more of him returns and the monster is replaced by a tired, wounded, traumatized man, horrified by his actions.  He looks at his hand and drops the knife. He kisses up your blood and rests his head on your stomach.   He looks up and asks tearfully, "why do you do this, baby? You're gonna get hurt."  Then he covers your body with his, nestling his hair into the crook of your neck.

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(A/N):  The purpose of this whole concept is that sometimes you wanna get railed in a certain manner & there’s gotta be a way to have a man at one’s disposal for that, too, not just to sit on. I only did this with slashers before so I hadn’t thought much about consent or whether they could regret their actions lol, but I thought the emotional ending here could be an extra layer of darkness for reader. 

BTW, answered this alongside a knife request that was already in progress (mentally lol), but if you're looking for gun stuff, that'll likely be done with raider!Joel.

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Thank you for reading!!

All Joel (do you regret it yet?): @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea. @evyiione

[sebsxphia]

Help I have a thot so rotten I need professional help.

Rhett is working and you rile him up - so.far so usual. At one point he snaps and ties you to a breeding stand and then proceed to mount you. All the while snarling how your going to be breed like an animal in heat when you act like one. No amount of pleading and begging will help you

￫ a/n: lemme fucking tell you something anon. i got this. read it. and was in shock for the next ten minutes. i love this so so so much it’s unhealthy 😵‍💫 welp! we’re going down!

￫ c/w: rhett using derogatory language towards the reader, comparing you to an animal in heat, rhett being mean and degrading to you, cnc, p in v, daddy kink, manhandling you, what’s in the ask is what you’re gonna get.

you’re both working in the barn through the afternoon, moving hay and other supplies, cleaning out the horses and keeping the rest of the livestock in check. the humid summer heat has past it’s highest point since midday, but you’re both still struggling through the heat. it’s unbearably hot inside your stuffy barn and understandably, you’re both agitated.

every so often when you pass by rhett, you squeeze at his bulging biceps or at his crotch that’s already supporting a semi from your heated touches. he lets out a low grumble the fifth time you pass him by and you mock pout at him.

“what is it, daddy?” you elongate the last part of your wording with a flirtatious touch and bat your eyelashes teasingly at him.

rhett’s jaw is set firm as he scowls at you. his eyebrows are knitted tightly together in frustration as he bites back at you. “quit it. you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ whore right now and it ain’t helping.”

“but, daddy—” you whine out again, but rhett is there to cut you off instantly.

“enough. fuckin’ help me finish this and maybe, i’ll be nice to y’ later.”

his tone is firm and unwavering, and you should know better than to push him, but you excuse the heat for your lack of better judgement.

“fuckin’ fine. i’m goin’ inside and finishing myself off, somethin’ you can’t do.”

that snaps the final cord of patience that rhett has inside of him for you. he’s quick to grab at your forearm with a bruising grip as you leave the barn. you yelp out and struggle against him as he manhandles you, pushing you closer to a corner of the barn. it overwhelms you how strong he can be. your thrashing is no use.

your eyes are wide when you see him dragging you closer to a breeding stand, yet you feel the inside of your stomach somersault at the prospect of what rhett is suggesting. you still go along with it however, pleading with desperation as he ties you to the breeding stand.

“r-rhett? what are you fuckin’ doin’?!” you land with a final thud as rhett pushes your neck down to rest on the head stand that would be used for animals. you’re bent over and on all fours, with your feet teetering and scraping along the hay covered floor. your dress is flipped over your ass and you feel rhett’s hot and calloused fingers hook inside your underwear and tear them completely from your frame.

“if you’re gon’ act like an animal in heat,” rhett’s voice behind you is an ugly snarl, his teeth biting at one another. “i’m goin’ to be breedin’ you like an animal in heat.”

you hear his belt buckle clang against itself before a harsh smack is delivered to your exposed ass and the backs of your thighs. in reaction, you let out a cry that ends with an embarrassing moan. you hate yourself for being so incredibly aroused by this, but you don’t hate yourself for playing into his fucked up little fantasy.

his hands grip tightly at the flesh of your hips as he mounts you like an animal himself. you let out another pleading moan as you feel his tip push through your folds.

“rhett! please, please—” you’re begging and pleading with him, but you don’t know what for.

another curt smack is issued to your ass as he stuffs himself full inside of you. “animals in heat don’t get a say in this, quit your whinin’ or i’ll stuff your mouth with a horse bit.”

[tinymousboobs]

EV3 Act II

content warning: cnc

I came into the office several hours early on Monday to find EV3 powered off, laying on her back on the bed. her big LED eyes, normally bright and full of life, were pitch black. her charger was right there next to her, but somebody hadn't bothered to plug her in

I connected her charger to the port on her thigh and her eyes lit up shortly thereafter with a blinking battery symbol. I definitely left her plugged in when I went home on Friday, but there she was, drained to 0%

I looked EV3 over and realized she'd been written on in permanent marker. multiple styles of handwriting, too. "slut," "grab here," "toy," "whore," "fake." they'd written on her hips, her chest, her stomach, her face. someone had written "Venus" across the length of her penis, too. it was smudged...

EV3's penis was still erect, too. there was just a simple mechanism that would push a metal rod from inside her body through a cavity in the silicone of her shaft, standing it up and making it more firm. if she powered off while she was still hard she would just stay that way

I left the room to grab some washcloths, soap, rubbing alcohol, etc. just when I came back with some cleaning supplies, EV3 finally charged up enough to power on proper. her eyes lit up and her erection started to go down

I paused for a moment. this was the first time I'd been alone with her since the incident. but she didn't look or act like the same robot anymore...

I thought about my coworkers, probably having some weekend party I wasn't invited to, having their ways with her, marking her all up, leaving her here for the janitor, who evidently didn't care, to clean their filth off of her and take care of her. Claire probably made EV3 fuck her while everyone watched

EV3 sat up at the foot of the bed, and I came over to sit next to her. I felt tiny next to her, but she sat so politely, hands resting on her knees. she watched me as I scrubbed rubbing alcohol into her casing, getting up every little smudge of permanent marker while she stayed in place for me. I was careful not to get any of the harsh alcohol on her softer silicone parts

then I soaked a washcloth in the soapy water bucket I'd prepared and got to work scrubbing the words "grab here" and "fake" off of her soft silicone chest. still, EV3 just sat politely. I hate to admit this, but it was somewhat erotic for me. we somehow still hadn't gotten around to making her breasts sensitive, and it frankly felt awkward to touch her there without any reaction, especially considering how arousing I found it. I think I would have felt more comfortable if she had been into it

then I washed her penis. in a way, that was less awkward, because she tensed up her rotors and gradually became more erect as I scrubbed down the length of her shaft, removing the word "Venus" (and whatever other fluids were surely dried onto her) bit by bit. EV3's LED eyes displayed big red hearts and her legs stiffened as I scrubbed out the last of it. if she had had speakers I'm sure she would have been moaning

EV3 squirted out several loads of cold, synthetic ejaculant, and I cleaned that off of her too. she laid back on the bed, moving as if she was panting heavily, as her erection went down again

yes, I found our encounter arousing, but EV3 needed cleaning either way, and evidently nobody else had cared enough to do it. furthermore, after what had evidently been done to her, it would have felt downright disrespectful to touch her like that while she was powered off. I think it was perfectly professional of me to go about this the way I did. I touched her only as much as necessary. it's not as if I was using her to masturbate

[blossomingframe]

Horror house part two

This is part two of the monster fucker feedism story. This is also the section that will make the least sense if you read it by itself because it contains lore. Yes I’m writing porn with lore.

Kinks; weight gain, burping, farting, slob kink, musk, hypno, intox (weed, tobacco, alcohol), monster fucking, CNC, voyeurism.

Tw; coercion, weed mention, tobacco mention, alcohol mention, disordered eating.

Howard’s speech

Charles’s speech

“How’s my burrrrpp handsome pig?” Charles answered with a sequence of burps and a mischievous smile. Howard had been his fatness tutor for a week now and he was having the time of his life. He started each day around 10:00 with a joint, a beer and a greasy fried breakfast. He kept his brain as fuzzy as possible so he could eat more and keep a loose attitude. This morning he had slept over at Howard’s so there was also his giggly new love attitude. Howard was so painfully sexy. When they have sex Howard will probably crush him. Howard said Charles had to gain 20 pounds before they could fuck. They still cuddled though at every possible point touching each other’s bellies.

After breakfast they would cuddle or wrestle for a couple of hours. Charles liked it best when Howard sat on him and farted on his head. They had also been stinking out a pair of boxers together. Once it was almost time to leave they would get dressed helping each other get each garment on. Charles had very quickly gone from hiding every extra pound to showing off his softening body. That day it was an old muscle shirt that highlighted his belly and a pair of skinny jeans that strained and creaked against his butt. He farted whenever he put on pants now, same as Howard. Being high and constantly letting out gas makes gettting dressed very interesting. So does having a monster boyfriend who growls and moans every 30 seconds.

Work went fast. The early day barely made a dent in Charles’s energy. That was probably because of the sheer amount of chocolate, red bull, pretzels, monster, biscuits and coffee he consumed. Because of his clientele, he could just let rip mid-shift. Which he did multiple times a day. He actually got tonnes of compliments and encouragement when he belched and farted infront of the succubi. They loved it. A couple of them even got unmistakably blushy especially if he burped in their faces. Then it was the end of shift which he marked with an edible and cleaning up his supplies per usual. When him and Howard got to the car he got handed a canned cocktail. Howard knew how to look after him.

That night Howard took Charles back to his house then cooked for him. Enough spaghetti carbonara, garlic bread and tiramisu for ten people and a six pack of beer each. They both ate with their hands, smearing the mess on their clothes. “Hey babe” “what” “this” Charles got up,climbed up on the sofa then sat on Howard’s head. Then he started rubbing his own belly and farting loudly. Howard coughed underneath him. The farts stunk so bad even Charles’s eyes watered. When Charles got down Howard was smirking. “My love that was fucking disgusting”. “I know baby”. Charles felt so fuzzy and loved. Howard drove home then Charles went to bed still in his dirty, cum soaked clothes.

“Shit” Charles looked down at his belly. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” Suddenly all the memories came flooding back of everything he had done the past week. Every burp, every fart, every calorie-laden mouthful that passed his lips. He screamed. His head thumped harshly as the hangover from his week long bender washed over him. He immediately felt nauseous but he determined to go into work. He had to confront Howard. Even if that arsehole was actually going to help him financially he had no right to trick him like that or keep him drugged up for that long. Charles put on his largest hoodie and joggers then ran all the way to work.

“Hey baby you look cozy. Why are you wearing such baggy clothes though?” “What the hell is wrong with you? You tricked me and drugged me up so I’d eat too much, you said you’d provide for me so I’d let my guard down and you didn’t even have sex with me! Rot in hell. I’m gonna spend months cleaning up what you’ve done to me in a week.” “Look yes I shouldn’t have had you under the influence for so long but you’re so clingy! You didn’t want to let me go. We both know you were having more fun than you’ve had in a while” “look you’re not wrong but that little bender has ruined me” “you don’t look ruined to me. You look hotter, happier and healthier. I said I’d take care of you and I did.” Howard then turned around. “You have two options. Break up with me and go back to dieting or stay with me and go all in. I obviously have a preference but I genuinely love you and I want you to be happy.” “Well I love dancing but I can’t find work. I love you but how much of that is the magic? I’m so happy when I’m fuzzy but when I come down I’m miserable. You clearly love me but I unravel around you. I choose you but I’m still scared.” Howard turned around and said “that can be easily fixed” then handed him a chocolate bar. “Almost every succubus here has a crush on you. If we all turned on the charm you’d get so fuzzy every moment of self discipline would be erased” “you won’t get jealous?” “it’s considered an honour. Plus this is going to be fun as hell. Especially because it’s another long night.”

That night whilst Charles was doing makeup it was like he was in heaven. The succubi brought him food, burped and farted constantly, complimented every burp or fart he did, gave him forehead kisses whenever they passed by and showed off their bodies as much as they could. They doted on him endlessly. Howard was clearly enjoying himself as well. There was no hiding his massive boner so he just walked around with it. He watched the proceedings from afar whenever he could sit down. By the time the B-team arrived Charles’s once baggy hoodie was skin tight and riding up his belly. Charles was feeling better by the minute. All of his regret and anxiety washed away. All he thought about was being a good fat slut for all these cute succubi. The fae and other monsters didn’t seem to mind. When the shift was finally over Charles was stuffed, gassy, hungry, happy and horny. He lept at Howard and started grinding desperately on his leg. Howard grinned “not in public love” the mission was complete; Charles was completely fuzzy. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Howard picked him up and took him to the car.

Charles couldn’t resist any longer. The drive-thru line was so long and he was horny now. He pulled down his pants, put his hand down his underwear and started jacking off. Howard looked at him with both arousal and alarm. On one hand Charles looked so sexy tugging himself off in the passenger seat and was burping with every tug. On the other hand he did not want to get arrested for public indecency. He remembered that he kept a blanket in the footwell for stargazing and covered Charles up with it. His own dick was throbbing especially with Charles moaning and burping in his ear but he was hungry and they’re was no leaving the line now. Howard smiled to himself. Had no-fun clear head Charles rubbed off on him? Fuck that. He pulled the blanket off Charles then climbed up into his lap. There were quite a few drivers who apparently didn’t like this. Howard remembered how little he gave a shit. He started humping Charles and rubbing his belly. Charles returned the favour and they both started burping and farting way more than either of them had ever done. Howard clutched onto Charles hair as they both came into their underwear. Howard sat back in drivers seat while the rest of the queue looked at them in shock. The queue was finally moving.

The next morning they both woke up cuddled up together naked in Howard’s bed surrounded by fast food containers. They went back to sleep in absolute bliss. They mumbled to each other in their sleep. They had the day off and they spent it asleep. They had spend the whole night having sex. Charles had gained the 20 pounds.

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[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 17, pt 6

Hello again ._.

I return from the land of people who suffer daycare germs, via the child I babysit, and literally spend several months being lowkey sick and exhausted nonstop. Many apologies for not even updating on where I went, I know I'm bad at just disappearing 😭

This is the last bit of this chapter, it's already edited so unlike usual the names are fully written out. I'll probably post the entire edited chapter on ao3 later today or tomorrow.

Previously

CW: more mild breathplay, CNC

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He knew this—he knew that his sub’s safety and pleasure were solely in his hands. Another time, Lan Wangji would deny him release. He would simply use Wei Wuxian and leave him fucked full of his cum and desire—but not today. He knew he couldn’t do that, and yet—despite himself—he felt his control slipping as he thrust into the sweet, seductive man.

“Focus,” he reminded himself again and again and again as he enjoy the warmth of the other man, his entire being screaming at him to just take and take and take and that his sub would enjoy it, would enjoy being treated as Lan Wangji’s own personal cumdump. “Do not lose control.”

He wanted to lose control, however, he realized with a start. Rarely did such desires cross his mind, especially not this soon into a new relationship—into a new contract. He was control. He was precision, in everything he did. It was why he was an excellent boss—an excellent dom. He had heard stories—from Nie Huaisang, from former subs, from people who shared the same proclivities as himself—of doms losing control, of beating their subs half to death, messing up bondage and knife play, striking them so hard with floggers they tore through muscles and left the people they were supposed to be protecting with injuries—scars, both mental and physical—that would never truly heal.

Lan Wangji sucked in a tense breath as he let Wei Wuxian drop abruptly back to the ground, his thrusts stopping as he tried to regain control of himself. He would not do that. He would not harm Wei Wuxian more than the man had already been harmed before they had had a chance to meet. He would not lose this sub. He would not be his father. He would not—

“Hey…” Wei Wuxian’s voice sliced through his thoughts, his voice soft and aroused and amused and concerned all at once and Lan Wangji blinked back into reality. “Don’t you go panicking on me this time.”

Lan Wangji swallowed his breath, years of training in how to kill someone and not let it break his mind sliding through him as he focused on the present—the wet winter ground beneath his feet, the far away sound of a plane somewhere above them, Wei Wuxian's back moving against his chest, the man’s fingers still wrapped around his arm. “Sorry,” he said softly as his breathing and heartbeat evened out. He hadn’t realized how far and fast he had been dropping. “It is too easy to get lost in desire while fucking you.”

Wei Wuxian squeaked, his already aroused and cold reddened cheeks growing even brighter before he sucked in a harsh, startled breath when Lan Wangji thrust brutally into him. “Fucking hell!” he half-whined, half-moaned, a smile wobbling at his mouth for a moment before he seemed to remember he was playing the part of unwilling rape victim and not enthusiastic boyfriend playing a part in a game.

Lan Wangji pressed his hand back into Wei Wuxian’s neck, not lifting him this time but pressing with perfect precision to cutoff his air flow. The man’s chest stuttered against his arm as he tried to drag in a denied breath, Lan Wangji’s cock pressing harder and faster into him. Then, Lan Wangji released his grasp, his hand resting almost gently—kindly—against Wei Wuxian’s neck as he let him suck in a scant few breaths before he was pressing his hand back into the flesh of his captive’s neck, cutting off his air supply once again.

Over and over Lan Wangji deprived the man of air, just long enough that the body in his arms became slightly slack before returning his air flow to him for a few gulping breaths—enough that Wei Wuxian wouldn’t pass out but would enjoy a slight high of oxygen deprivation without any true risk to his beautiful brain and body. Occasionally, small, broken whines and moans would escape from the other man’s mouth and every sound drove Lan Wangji further towards orgasm—something he cursed internally. There was no way he could come before his sub came again. He had to ensure Wei Wuxian enjoyed this moment as much as possible before he found his own release—or, his own final release, anyways.

The thought that Wei Wuxian might enjoy being filled up by Lan Wangji enough to come from it had barely passed through his mind before he was cutting off Wei Wuxian’s air supply one more time and groaning quietly, his cock buried deep within the other man as his hips stilled and he flooded his warm, perfect insides with white.

“Just a little hole for me to fill up,” Lan Wangji murmured into Wei Wuxian’s ear, giving it a kitten lick as he came down from his orgasm. He pulled back slightly, letting his dick slip out of Wei Wuxian’s gaping hole, cum and lube from their earlier preparations slowly oozing out after him. He pulled his hand away from Wei Wuxian’s neck and pressed at the hole, his fingers sliding through the mess of fluids. “Messy,” he said mildly before sliding half his hand into his sub.

It was too tight for him to get far—they hadn’t done near enough prep for that—but the stretch, Lan Wangji’s words, the feelings of Lan Wangji cum being pressed back inside him. Something was enough that the next thing Lan Wangji knew Wei Wuxian’s hole was clenching around his hand and the beautiful man was arching back, practically falling into Lan Wangji’s arms as he came, shuddering down from the high of everything they had done that day into his dom’s safe, waiting warmth.

~

A/N: yes, we're living in a world where people can feel cum inside them. Does this happen in real life? Not really, but it's a trope I like so it's gonna be included as though you totally can feel such things 🤣

[late-to-the-party-81]

I own you (body and soul)

AN: Well, you all certainly took a liking to ex-hook-up Lance, so here is another self-assured, cocky brunet for you - Loki.

All that transpires in this fic is consensual and has been prenegotiated between Loki and the Reader, and could be stopped at any time by either of them. Remember to be Safe, Sane and Consensual.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

CW: CNC, Dacryphilia, Humiliation and Power imbalance (as part of the scene) Explicit sexual content, use of Loki's magic for sexual purposes

Word count: 1.7k

You hurried around the ornate bathroom, desperately trying to finish cleaning the tub as soon as possible. You were new here, but you’d been warned about dawdling in Prince Loki’s rooms. Apparently, he could be capricious and cruel, taking anything and everything, and anyone, he wanted. You weren’t vain, but you knew you were attractive. You’d seen how other men had eyed you up, made advances that you’d spurned. They’d accepted with good grace, but from what you’d heard about the prince…

You jumped as the door slammed, and you whirled around, holding your cleaning cloth to your breast. You were too late; he’d returned early. Hopefully you could just bob your head and leave. Scrabbling to gather up your supplies, you shoved them all in your case then, with your head bowed, you scurried out of the bathroom and through the main living space, towards the doors of the suite.

You could see the prince out of the corner of your eye, well at least his back. He was standing in front of his desk, pouring a drink from a decorative decanter. His black hair cascaded down his back, stark against the green leathers that he wore. He was tall and lean, nowhere near as broad as his brother, Prince Thor, who you’d spied on your first day here in the palace, but you could tell he held strength within him.

You reached out your hand to grasp the handle of the large door, just feeling the cool metal under your fingertips, when a slim hand came down on your wrist.

“Wait.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was definitely commanding.

Your hand dropped from the handle and you turned towards him, head still bowed, and you bobbed a curtsy.

“How may I help you, your highness?”

“So polite.”

His hand slipped down your wrist to clasp yours.

“Come, sit. You are new here, yes? I pride myself on knowing as many who work for my father as possible.”

He walked backwards towards the armchairs set before the unlit fireplace, pulling you along, before steering you into one.

You smoothed your skirts as you sat, then placed your hands in your lap, staring at your knees. You thought that he’d settle on the other chair across the rug from you, and he did, but first he pulled it across the floor so when he sat down, his knees brushed yours.

He picked up both your hands this time and rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, almost absent-mindedly. His hands were cool, and you couldn’t draw your eyes away from his tapered fingers.

“What is your name, little one?”

You told him, with halting breaths, still not daring to look at him.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. And I am a connoisseur of beautiful things. Did you know that? I like to look at them. Touch them. Own them.��

As he spoke, his voice got deeper and hypnotic as he leant closer to your ear.

“Look at me, dove.”

You lifted your head and turned it, meeting his gaze for the first time. His eyes shifted between green and blue, and his skin was like alabaster. He was the most handsome and ethereal man you’d ever seen. And the most dangerous. Behind the smile lurked a predator.

You gulped.

“I… um… I really ought to go and get on with my jobs.”

His smile dropped away, and his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, pet. Just when we were getting on so well. Why did you have to go and say something like that?”

His hands tightened where they held yours, and you winced, trying to pull away.

“I told you, I like to look at beautiful things.”

In a flash of green, your clothes disappeared, and he leered down at you.

“There, much better, don’t you think. Remember, beautiful things make me happy. You want to make your prince happy, don’t you?”

He pulled you to your feet, and you stumbled, falling against him. The leather of his clothes was cool against your flesh.

“Please… I’m sorry…but I’d like to go. I don’t want to get in any trouble.”

“But my dear…” he leant down, mouth close to your ear. “You’re already in trouble.”

He moved at lightning speed, pushing you backwards towards his bed. When your legs hit the mattress, he gave you a small shove and you bounced as you landed. You immediately tried to roll, but the prince grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the centre of the bed.

“No, no, no, no. Let me go, please!”

His feral grin was back as he pinned your arms over your head with one hand, the other resting on your neck.

“All in good time. I haven’t had a good look at you yet. Although you do look good with my hand around your throat.”

He let go of your wrists, but you found you couldn’t move them. Damn him and his magic. 

Loki sat back on his heels, letting go of your neck and pushed your legs apart, revealing all your secrets to him as you gulped in a breath.

“You really are glorious, little dove.”

He hands ran up your legs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, coming to rest on either side of your sex.

“And now I’ve had a good look…” 

You tried to move, but now your legs were also pinned down by his magic. His thumbs brushed over your outer folds and you shifted your hips.

“Someone’s impatient….” He taunted you as he gently stroked your sex. You could feel your body start to respond, and tears started to prickle at your eyes.

“Please don’t do this.” Your voice was a whisper, but it carried easily in the quiet air of Loki’s chambers.

“How can I resist, little one, when you cry and beg so prettily, enhancing your beauty?”

His thumb slipped between your folds and unwaveringly went straight to your clit, rubbing little circles over the tip, and you gasped, your tears slipping silently down your cheeks. His eyes flashed, and he pulled his hands away to slide them further up your body. When he reached your breasts he massaged them gently, teasing your nipples to stiff points. You squeezed your eyes shut and willed your body to ignore the sensations he was drawing from you.

When Loki’s cool lips made contact with your clavicle, trailing across your decolletage, you bit down on your lip and trembled. You felt the smile pressed against your heated skin; he was enjoying the fact that you were trying to control your responses and failing.

His mouth moved back down, kissing over your breasts, suckling on them and groaning with pleasure, low in his throat, while all you could do was whisper, “Please stop. Please stop,” over and over. When he reached your core again, his hands scooped you up, so he could properly feast on you.  There was no holding back your cry at that first touch, it was all too much.

“Oh God!”

He chuckled, the vibrations shooting through you.

“Yes, my pet, what can I do for you?”  He obviously wasn’t expecting a response because he dove back in, licking and sucking at your sex as though he were trying to send you to oblivion. You’d been told he was nick-named ‘Silver-tongue’ and now you were acutely aware of the reason.

You sobbed as you came, the pleasure mixed with the shame being too much for you to contain any longer.

“Stunning.”

You were vaguely aware of his muttered compliment before his body, instantly naked, covered yours, and he thrust into you.

All your reserve was now gone.

“No! I don’t want this. No!”

“The way your body reacts makes you a liar, dove. And I told you, I have to own you now.”

His lips captured yours, unheeding of your restrained struggles, one hand pressed on your magically restrained wrist and the other guiding himself to your wet pussy. Your eyes widened, and you squeaked into his mouth as he moved for the first time, and his godly cock stretched you. You hated that it felt so good, and you didn’t have the strength to fight it any longer.

You relaxed under him as you let the fear-induced stress go. Loki was doing things to you that your past lovers had never done, making you feel such exquisite pleasure.

“Yes, pet.” He hissed against your mouth. “Let go, accept that I own you now. I promise that I treat all my belongings with the care they require. The care they need.”

His pace was steady and firm, like he was making sure your body knew the shape and the feel of him, just like an owner’s brand. With his free hand he caressed your body, pinching and stroking as he continued to kiss you. His tongue now invaded your mouth the way his cock invaded your pussy, thrusting, tasting, claiming. 

You whimpered when you felt the coil tightening in your belly once more. Your brain didn’t want this, but your body did; it craved the sweet release of pleasure that Loki was promising. 

As if he sensed it, and maybe he did, he moved his hand down to the apex of your thighs, where you were joined and started to stroke your clit again. You bucked up into his hips and he chuckled once more, before increasing the pace of his sweet torture.

“Cum for me, little one. Cum for your master. Your God.”

You were helpless to resist and heedless of your circumstances as the pleasure took you over. As you lost control it seemed to unleash something within Loki. He virtually growled against your mouth, the movement of his hips becoming faster and less rhythmical until you felt him flood you with his seed.

You lay, pinned under his weight for a few moments as you drew in your breath, and prayed for the room to stop spinning. You felt Loki press kisses to your heated and damp skin.

“Are you alright, my darling?”

You stretched under him, your limbs no longer hindered by his seidr.

“Wonderful, my Prince.”

You cupped his face gently, and gave him a sweet and gentle kiss.

“It was not too much?”

“No. It was perfect. There is no-one else I’d rather belong to than you.”

“Maybe next time you can be a visiting princess and take advantage of me?”

You smiled and your eyes twinkled.

“Now, there’s an idea that has merit!”

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[keldau]

Throwback to the beginnings of my costuming journey. Though this armor has since been retired, mainly due to my unfortunate physical growth, I think back on these times fondly. I like to think the time and care I put into my first build shows, but I may be a touch biased.

The completion of this armor lead to a great many things in my life. Some of the most fun I've ever had, some of the best friends I've ever made, and some of the coolest opportunities I never thought I'd have.

In 2016 I was invited to attend a convention in Salt Lake where I met the man himself, big boss Boba Fett, Jeremy Bulloch. While it was a brief (but incredibly cool) opportunity, he wasn't the only hero I got to meet that weekend. While attending a panel for Mark Hamill, I also got a high five from Jason David Frank (RIP). Another man I've loved and respected for as long as I can possibly remember.

While manning the Star Wars Costuming Clubs booth that same year, along with a new friend, we were blown away by a random surprise visit by Michael Rooker. Though I regret missing this opportunity to get a picture, the conversation we had without a massive group of people interrupting him, is all the memory of the event I need. What a genuinely cool guy.

Over the years my armor evolved and grew with me, but continued to open doors I never thought possible. Growing up in the middle of nowhere, no real money to my name, and no opportunities to truly geek out with the people left in my hometown, I never thought that Comic Cons and costume groups would be part of my life. I had followed what the 501st Legion was doing since I was a kid, and was truly blown away when I saw them on tv marching in the Rose Bowl Parade in 2007. Still, I never thought anything like that would exist in Montana. At that point, the Mandalorian Mercs were just starting, so I hadn't even heard of them yet.

By the time I started college, I was made aware of the existence of the MMCC. Sitting in my dorm dreaming that I'd have the money, time, space, skills, etc, to start a build of my own some day. Then one day in 2015, I saw this helmet for sale from Headshot Props, and I knew it was time. I had to make this purchase. I checked my accounts, moved some stuff around, skipped getting groceries for a few weeks, and 2 months later, there it was in all of its glory. Sitting at my doorstep when I got off work, I don't think I had ever been that excited. I took it inside, ripped open the box, knocked off just enough of the sharp edges to put it on without cutting myself, and low and behold... it didn't fit.

Motivation: demolished. Faith: gone.

I was, frustrated, to say the least. I'm the type of person to take setbacks like this extremely personally because of how often it seems like it happens to me. I set it on the shelf and looked at it for a few days. I knew there was nothing I could do about a return because the dimensions were posted, and I measured my head. It should have fit. I didn't take into account the cheeks of the helmet being a tighter spot, and my bigass fivehead just wasn't gonna do it without breaking the helmet. I had to do something though. I sanded the hell out of the inside of the cheeks to the point that you could see light through them, and I could get the helmet on, though it wasn't a pleasant experience. I then took my heat gun, thinking there's no way this will work, heated the resin just enough to push the cheeks out that little bit extra, and I'll be damned. It was just enough. The helmet was still tight, but it fit, and it was back to game on.

The course of the next few months brought on a ton of changes. I was lucky enough to be working at a sign shop at the time I began this journey, and that shop had a seemingly endless supply of foamed PVC board and a flatbed CNC machine. I was able to trace out my armor design and just have it cut right there! Barely even had to trim and sand anything! It was amazing! I started learning skills I never even knew I wanted. Using a heat gun to form shapes, learning to paint, kit bashing parts to make in-universe looking props, it just never seemed to end! Halfway through my build, I moved, but I didn't let that move ruin my motivation. In that tote was a pile of loose parts and a helmet. Within a month of moving into my new place, it was wearable. Rough, but wearable. Around Halloween that year, I had met up with some local guys that were also building armor, and we handed out candy at the Zoo! It was amazing, and I had so much fun. Met some of my future best friends that day.

Over the years of doing local events, I've been humbled on a few occasions. Mostly from people who joined the group later on that have told me their journey started when they saw me at one event or the other. That's such an incredible feeling and honestly makes all the time, effort, money, stress, blood, and love I've put into this build worth it.

If you've stuck with this post this far, I applaud you. You can probably tell I'm not much of a writer and I'm all over the place with no real conclusion to any of it. I'm really just reminiscing. This weekend I will be parting out this original kit, or at least most of it, in order to help new costumers, new friends, get a foothold in their build, and hopefully motivate them to continue.

If you've ever wanted to build a costume, regardless of what fandom it's for, don't let anyone tell you not to do it. Buy it, build it; piece by piece or all it once, it doesn't matter. Just do it. Solid chance you'll never regret it.

[cneasteel]

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In the constantly changing field of product development, efficiency, accuracy, and innovation are always sought after. CNC Prototype Machining is the core of this endeavor; this revolutionary technology has completely changed the way prototypes are imagined, created, and executed. 

Redefining Precision: The Advantage of CNC

The unmatched accuracy of CNC prototype machining is its foundation. CNC machines are outfitted with the newest technology and are directed by exact CAD/CAM instructions to do jobs with minuscule accuracy. With CNC machining, every detail is painstakingly and precisely carved, whether it be for drilling precise holes or sculpting complex designs.

Innovation Acceleration: Accelerating the Development Cycle

Speed is crucial in the fast-paced environment we live in today. The days of protracted production schedules and never-ending revisions are over thanks to CNC prototype machining. CNC machines help engineers and designers to iterate quickly and bring things to market more quickly than ever before by optimizing the prototype process. This shortened development cycle encourages innovation and experimentation while simultaneously shortening time-to-market.

Unleashing Versatility: From Idea to Actuality

The adaptability of prototype CNC Machining China is among its most impressive features. CNC machines can easily mold a wide range of materials into working prototypes, whether they are made of metal, plastic, wood, or composite materials. The options are endless, ranging from sophisticated consumer electronics to delicate aircraft components. 

Filling the Void: From Concept to Manufacturing

In addition to prototypes, CNC machining is essential for bridging the gap between production and design. CNC machines facilitate the process of moving from concept to mass manufacture by producing parts that are ready for production and of superior quality. Prototypes are guaranteed to be workable solutions prepared for practical implementation, not only functional mock-ups thanks to this smooth connection.

Promoting Innovation in All Sectors

Prototype CNC Machining has a significant influence that goes much beyond the boundaries of a particular sector. CNC machines are pushing innovation across a wide variety of sectors, from consumer products and medical devices to aerospace and automobiles. The future of manufacturing is being shaped by CNC prototype machining, which is at the forefront of innovations such as supply chain revolutions, improved product performance, and the ability to enable new design patterns.

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Dezhou New Origin Rubber&Plastic CO.,Ltd. is located at the China polyethylene engineering plastic products intensive center, Dezhou City, close to Beijing and Tianjin City. We are engaging in the engineering plastics from 1996.

Kelly Wei 

Sales Manager

Email:kelly@dz-neworigin.com

Cell:+86 17705445030 

Whatsapp: +86 17705445030  

Website:www.dz-neworigin.com

Our plastic products cover a full range from semi-finished sheets to various machined parts, including CNC machining parts, injection molding parts, marine fender pads, lining sheet, temporary road mats, outrigger pads, synthetic ice rink, curling lanes, cutting board,soccer rebounder boards, as well as plastic irregular machinery parts, which are widely used in marine system, mining, construction, events and projects, sports, food and machinery industries. Which have been exported to United States, United Arab Emirates, India, Russia, Australia, Ukraine, Lithuania, Peru, Germany, Spain Saudi Arabia, South Africa etc. All the customers give good appreciation to our products.

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On-demand Metal Manufacturing

In order to stay competitive, manufacturers are turning to technology to rearrange all the supply chain: from new products’ design to manufacturing processes and its improvements.

On-demand manufacturing is a highly-demanded service of producing metal parts in precise amounts required — and right away when they’re needed.

What it consists off?

Sheet metal processing (laser cutting, CNC punching and bending, stamping, rolling), mechanical processing (CNC milling and turning, boring, threading, grinding), welding (robot and manual, spot welding), tubes processing (cutting, bending), surface treatment (shot blasting, tumbling, powder coating, wet painting, hot-dip galvanizing), assembly, drawing’s designing, etc.

Unlike traditional manufacturing, it is cost-effective and does not require a minimum batch size to be ordered, and it allows you to have your components in short turnaround time, maintaining cost-per-part low, and realizing products fastly.

In addition, manufacturing on demand significantly reduces the cost of storing, managing, and distributing inventory. Due to high adaptability, it can accommodate both one-off and large-scale (serial) production runs.

On-demand manufacturing serves the needs of a wide range of customers for whom traditional manufacturing isn’t an ideal option. This may include customers who require bridge tooling while they ramp up to high-volume production, who have encountered supply chain disruptions, or who have variable or unpredictable demand for new or existing products.

On-demand manufacturing also makes manufacturing more economical for customers to enter markets with low-volume, niche or customized products. For some customers, traditional manufacturing might not fill their needs. This may apply to customers that face supply chain disruptions, whose demand for custom-made or new components is not constant and unpredictable, or when there are needed bridging tools (while increasing production volume).

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Fadal AC and DC Axis Amplifiers : Complete Guide

Fadal AC and DC Axis Amplifiers In the world of CNC machining, the efficiency and precision of your equipment are paramount. Fadal machines, renowned for their reliability, can be further enhanced with high-quality Axis Amplifiers. At ITSCNC, we offer a comprehensive range of Fadal AC and DC Axis Amplifiers, including ITS and Glentek Brush and Brushless options. Let’s delve into the key aspects…