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[lace-coffin]

Slasher kinks headcanons

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Minors DNI

Slashers x gender neutral! reader

Trigger warnings : consensual non consent (cnc), blood, degradation/humiliation, kidnapping? (Only for Asa)

Kinks: general rough sex, bdsm dynamics, daddy/mommy kink, humiliation/degradation, knife play, primal/prey & predator play, praise, sex whilst ovulating/on period, medical play, topping from the bottom, anal, face fucking, face slapping, spanking/punishment, breeding, knotting, hucow kink, phone sex, the list goes on

did anyone request this? No. Am I going to make u all look at it bc I’m a horndog? Absolutely

I will be writing a top/bottom section for every slasher! No gentials will be mentioned for reader (hole is used to be neutral) but strap/cock will be used in relation to the reader topping.

Michael will also have an extra t4t section for my friend bc there isn’t enough t4t Michael < 3

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t super experienced in sex before he meets you, infact you’re his first partner. Obviously he knows some of the ins and outs (pun intended) from his own teenage curiosity and hormones. He also might have stolen Atleast one of Hoyt’s porno magazines before now.

Tommy would become more confident in taking the lead once he knows what you like a little more, then he’d be ok trying other positions and bottoming sometimes. Stuff in the beginning might be pretty slow and steady but after you’ve been together a while it can get a lot more intense.

Definitely has a breeding kink, has a dream of having a big family with you and raising them on the farm to continue the Hewitt name. Something about seeing his seed leak from your abused and puffy hole makes him want to breed it into you harder. Tell him you want him to make you a mommy/daddy/parent (even if it’s not biologically possible) and you’ll be manhandled into a mating press until he feels he’s filled you up enough for it to take.

In the same way it makes him feel so pretty and desirable if you tell him your going fuck a baby into him, he doesn’t care if it’s not technically possible, tell him your going to knock him up and keep him round with your seed, he’ll be moaning around your cock/strap like a slut. Push your fingers into his mouth to give him something to keep quiet on : )

Hucow kink! Loves it whether he’s the one submitting or dominating! Let him lead you around the barn with a cute cowbell collar and cow ears on! Loves to include chest play, no matter what gender (or lack there of) your chest he loves grope it, abusing your nipples until they’re swollen/hard and sensitive, don’t worry though, he’ll be more than happy to lave over them to lessen the sting. If your a good little heifer he’ll shove you face first onto a hay bale, pounding you until your hole is gaping and cum is leaking from it into the rough hay <3

If Tommy is being submissive in this situation he’s super eager to please! Tie him up and Milk his cock over and over until he’s actively squirming away from your hand and groaning in overstimulation. He’s a good boy though and knows his place so he won’t break the binds even if it would be easier for him than most people. Humiliate him and make him moo/beg for your cock/strap! Fuck him whilst using his horns as a grip.

Bubba sawyer

Like Tommy bubba is also inexperienced, raised under Drayton’s view that it’s “sex or the saw”. Due to this Bubba viewed sex as a betrayal of his family, being told it was only there to distract you from what’s important. Please be patient with her and reframe her view of sex, let her know she’s not dirty or immoral for having needs and desires.

Once they know more and gain more experience they’re super eager to impress! Litterally goes down on you like it’s their job. You might have to tap out after a few orgasms because he could drink you down for hours. He’ll leave you shaking and leaky and just look up at you with a happy smile on their cum smeared face.

He loves praise and to know that she’s doing a good job, tell them that they make you feel so good in a way no one else can. Don’t be afraid to get a little more rough with your language however, he loves when you compliment how his cock stretches you just right or how he’s made to take your strap/cock. It feels so taboo for them and makes them squirm.

Absolutely loves it if you use feminine names for her in bed. Doll/baby/princess. Makes him feel so pretty and cared for! Play with bubbas tits, they have an ample chest to paw at 👀 will absolutely mewl into the bedsheets and press their tits further into your hands. Loves to be called mommy! It lets them know you feel safe and comfy with them.

Jason voorhees

Jason is another slasher with a skewed view on sex, his mother taught him it was sinful and the reason for his death, but surely anything he does with the person he loves that feels this good can’t be wrong. Encourage him and let him know it’s ok to fulfill his need and he’s not dirty or wrong for it!

Jason is happy to let you take the lead most of the time considering his inhuman strength, he doesn’t want to hurt you and would feel more comfortable if you took things at your own pace, not wanting to get too excited and manhandle you too much (not that you would mind in the slightest). He’s also not opposed to the sight of you on top of him.

He loves it when you take control, using his cock like it was made for you, draining it for all it’s worth. He loves to know he’s the one making you feel good and he’s the one you love. Praise him and tell him how good he’s doing, that he knows all your favourite spots and can make you fall apart. let him know you own his cock and you’ll do whatever you want with it (with consent obviously)

Despite this, if Jason’s had a bad day with trespassers escaping or traps breaking on him he may be inclined to storm through the front door and pin you to the nearest service, spearing you on his thick cock and leaving you dripping without warning or mercy.

Jason will be open to bottoming over time once his confidence in being intimate has improved and he feels less anxious about trying new things. He’ll still need a lot of encouragement to relax but once he does he’s happy to let you take care of him. Hold his hand as you stretch him open on your fingers, exploring parts of Jason he didn’t even know were an option. He gets a little addicted to the feeling of being used, fucking into him with reckless abandon. You can be rougher with him when topping because of his inhuman nature, thrust a toy or finger in his ass along side your cock/strap, he can take it. He doesn’t have much of a gag reflex due to being undead so fuck his face to your hearts content as long as you wipe his tears and drool for him and tell him what a sweet boy he is for you!

Jason’s very sweet with aftercare, making you a warm drink and cleaning you both up with a wet rag, he appreciates if you do the same for him, maybe bring him his cherished teddy bear to ground him until he feels less floaty.

RZ! Michael Myers

Michael may be quiet but he’s very forward and unashamed with the things he wants. Don’t expect Michael to be shy when it comes to needing you. He’ll silently wrap around you from behind, grinding his need into your behind no matter the time or place, although he’ll back off if you tell him no, he’ll pout and let out a grunt of understanding, leaving to deal with it himself if your not in the mood.

Michael is more relentless in topping when he’s come back from a hunt, the adrenaline quickly turning to arousal as he smears the still slightly warm blood over your lips.

I defiantly think Michael enjoys CNC (consensual non consent). He hasn’t had a lot of control over things in his life considering he spent most of it in Smith’s Grove unable to even dictate the most simple aspects of it. He likes the total power exchange and the control he has over you as you squirm underneath him. It really riles him up if you fight back, biting him until he bleeds and thrashing so he can hold you down even harder. Michael loves to silence your pleads with his knife, running the dull side of it over your flushed and tear laden cheeks, moving it down to your throat as a warning.

(Will absolutely make you suck the handle of his knife until your eyes are teary before stuffing as much of it as he can into your man cunt. If you don’t want to Accidently cut your thighs then you better lay still and take it like a good boy.)

To add onto this I think he enjoys cnc on the receiving end to, if he wants to submit he wants to be dominated completely and wholly without mercy (safewords in place obviously). Michael likes to be handled roughly and shown that even if he is The Shape that you can break him down into a drooling mess. He’s 90% legs but Lord does he get insanely hard when you fold those long legs in half and drill him into the bed with your cock/strap.

(Hold him down and strip him of his coveralls and boxers, eat his pussy before he can even get a chance to steady himself. Manhandle him into position and rut your cunt into his, ignoring his pleasure and using him to get off selfishly. He’ll look at you dumbly and fucked out after, long hair frizzy and a mess of slick on his thighs)

Pull him aside and use him whenever you want, if he rolls his eyes or acts bratty feel free to slap him around! He loves a firm smack on the cheek when he won’t open up more than he likes to admit, he likes to feel powerless under you.

Michael would totally be into predator/pray with him playing the predator. Stalking you through the woods or the empty streets of Haddonfield with his trusted knife. He’s not worried about you being in any actual danger because he’s the bulk of danger in the town anyway. he has no doubts that should someone try get the best of you in the dark he could take care of them and not break a sweat. He stalks you through the town loving the way the your pace picks up the longer it takes for him to strike. He knows it’s inevitable, there’s no where you could go that Michael won’t find you. Don’t expect to make it home once he corners you, you’ll be pushed against or bent over whatever surface is nearest and having his cock bullied into you.

(Michael would grab you and slam you against a tree once he had you cornered, making quick work of his zipper and underwear. T-dick engorged with arousal and want, lips glistening behind the dense brown hair. He pushes you to your knees and gets to work. You will be spending the next while with your mouth and fingers pressed against Michael’s cunt, your head jerked harder and more forcefully the closer he gets)

Billy lenz

Billy is also very forward with what he wants as we can see from the movie, though I do personally headcanon that Billy is hypersexual due to his trauma so sex can go either one of two ways. Either he’ll be super into it and eager or ashamed and feeling disgusted with himself, if it’s the latter please reassure him it’s not dirty or wrong and try distract him with something else.

This couldn’t be a Billy lenz kink post without phone sex. He loves to call you up when your busy (shopping, on a walk, at work) and spew filth down your ear, telling you all the things he’s going to do to you or that he’ll let you do to him. The riskier the location the better. Sometimes he’ll even already be touching himself, mewling down the receiver like a slut for you to come home.

To add onto this I think he’d have a kink for fucking you whilst you talk to someone on the phone, giggling as he nudges his dick against the perfect spot, making you keen into the speaker.

Billy loves dirty talk on either end, whether it’s him telling you how he’s going to choke you on his fat cock or you telling him how good he feels inside you and to cum inside. He adores degrading you, making you feel like a cum dump. He’ll taunt you, telling you you’re only good to warm his cock and get him off, making you sniffle and repeat it back to him for his own satisfaction and ego.

He occasionally thought about the possibility of bottoming from time to time before meeting you but brushed it off since he’s not super familiar with it and didn’t want to meet up with a stranger to try. That didn’t stop him from experiencing with a finger or two but he wasn’t informed and didn’t use lube so it wasn’t good lol.

All this changes after you mention it one night in bed, excited but nervous Billy accepts. It turns out he’s a complete bottom bitch, such a slut any time you can get him under you, he’ll moan without holding back not caring if the other sorority members hear. He doesn’t care whether you’re pounding into him with his face smashed into the covers like a whore or if he’s riding you greedily, he loves it anytime he can have your cock/strap in him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is incredibly needy and intense, inexperienced but excited to get as close to you as humanly possible. He may come off a little bratty and demanding but he’s completely willing to wait until you’re ready, he’d never do anything you didn’t want. When you are ready it’s all hands on deck, Brahms wants you all the time at any time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re impaled on his cock or if your burried inside him, Brahms is just happy to be close and horny lol

Absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink (dude has crazy mommy issues). He enjoys it when you take the reins for him and tell him what to do, order him about, tell him how to please mommy/daddy just the way they like. You already have quite the control over him in your daily life anyway, telling him what to do and when, making sure he follows his rules. Talk Brahms through how to ride your shaft/strap, make him slow down and speed up whenever you feel like it for your own enjoyment, ignoring his pleas to fuck him properly.

Brahms is horny pretty often, as a result of this penetrative sex isn’t always a need. He loves having free use of you, fucking your thighs until he spills all over them or grabbing your hand and rutting against it whilst you read a book in the other.

Spanking! Nothing puts unruly little boys back in their place like beating their ass until they beg you to stop, all of Brahms’s brattiness seems to disappear once he knows he’s pushed it to far and has a punishment coming his way. He’ll cry and beg you to change your mind but it’s too late, bend him over your lap and rip his trousers down. If he’s been extra ill-behaved bring out the paddle, switching cheeks and making him count until his ass has a pretty pink flush to it.

Asa Emory

Asa demands to be in control, that much is clear and that translates over into bed too. You might have met Asa organically through his university lectures or a museum, if this is the case then you will still be with him under the guise of a 24/7 power exchange relationship. If you met him via kidnapping and was taken to the hotel to be a pet then this will still be expected of you but with the addition of being experimented on/tortured for his own satisfaction. You won’t have a say on your freedom. (I’m going to be writing it from the perspective your kept at the hotel as a pet because it’s more likely)

Asa gets a sick thrill out of treating you like a dog. Fucking you whilst gripping the leash wrenched around your neck until you’re wheezing for air. He’ll make you bark for his cock just to laugh at how pathetic and needy you are, humiliating yourself so you can get your hole stuffed, disgusting. Paw mitts and belts on the thighs/calfs are used to make you practically immobile, totally reliant on him to fulfill your needs and unwilling to do so until he’s broken you down into a sobbing panting mess.

Even when bottoming Asa takes control, barking orders at you about how he likes to be fucked, faster, deeper. You better not even think about cumming without permission or you won’t be cumming again for the next few days whilst he uses your cock/strap like a sex toy. Asa pulls you by your hair as you eat his ass, choking/slapping you if you’re not doing it to his liking. At the end he’ll spit in your mouth and make you say “thank you sir”, forcing your jaw open to make sure you swallowed it all down and patting you on the cheek as a reward.

Medical play is a favourite of his. He enjoys nothing more than stripping you naked and strapping you down to the chilly metal medical table, securing your wrists to the wrist clamps. Snapping on his black latex (unless you’re allergic to latex lol) gloves Asa will dissect you bit by bit. New toys are regularly incorporated to see if he can get a different reaction from you. This can be through pain or pleasure, they’re both the same to him. Clamping your nipples and pulling them until they’re red and sore or landing slaps on your hole for squirming too much. Writing your reactions down on his clipboard and looking at you as nothing more than one of his specimens to pull apart and observe. If he notices a reaction he hasn’t seen from you before he’ll try again and again to recreate it no matter how taxing that may be on your body. Speculums are a favourite of his, prying open and inspecting your most private parts, pressing his fingers or different toys in to see how you react, spread hole twitching at the stimuli and unable to do anything about it. It feels intimate and violating in a way he loves to be able to look at your inner most parts so coldly and close up.

Yautja/predator (female and male)

Yautja are naturally pretty dominant in bed, the whole culture they live in revolves around shows of strength and resilience. Your mate thrives off taking care of all of your needs and proving themselves worthy and this is no different in bed. Always happy to satisfy your needs as your lover and the one who cares for you, your mate will come to help out any time they smell your arousal.

Female Yautja

Your mate naturally takes care of you in bed, a headstrong women who has earned her place on the higher end of society, because of this she loves to dress you up in the finest clothing and jewellery on Yautja prime, showing off her status and by proxy, yours. Don’t think you’re going to just leave the house in it though, she’ll pin you down, eyes taking in every part of you, the way the silky fabric lays across your centre, ready to be opened like a gift. The outfit will include a gold collar to match, one with her mark carved in it so everyone knows who you belong to. She may even take to fucking you in public if anyone tries to challenge her bond with you, your abused hole on display for anyone to see.

As your mate she trusts you to return the favour, however control isn’t given over that easily. You may be the one inside her cunt but she’s the one using you until your spent, a death grip on your collar as she looks down at you from on top, snarling in your face and a placing marking nips against your throat with her mandibles.

Once mating season rolls around she’ll be even more demanding, the instinct to mate and breed you at its peak. You’ll be kept in the nest of furs and fucked over and over. If you pass out? Not her problem, she’ll keep going until she’s satisfied your scented up and marked properly. She takes no brattiness during this time either, acting out or being difficult will earn you getting pinned to the furs, mandibles flared and snarling until you submit.

Male yautja

Another one I think would enjoy primal/predator play. Your mate stalks you through the jungle whilst cloaked. He knows your every exact move and you’re none the wiser. He loves how he can taste your fear in the air but he knows it’s all for show because he can taste you arousal permeating the dense tree’s too. He’ll appear out of nowhere just as your adrenaline reaches it’s peak and swipe your ankles, forcing you down to the leafy floor with him. He lets out a clicky laugh at the surprise scream you let out. Wasting no time he mounts you like an animal and ruins you again and again until your both spent.

Your mate can tell when you’re ovulating and he’s ecstatic to help. Blood is so common to him in his daily life it doesn’t phase him at all, he’s perfectly happy to get down and a little messy, you smell so sweet to him during this time. If this matches with his rutt then you aren’t leaving the bed for a few days, he’ll fuck into you mercilessly until his swollen knot pops inside you, connecting you both together. Once it deflates he’ll scoop his cum back up and push it into your hole, not wanting to waste a drop.

Sometimes it’s nice to be taken care of, and you prove this by absolutely destroying him. Go feral, show him how much of a capable mate you are, wrestle him to the floor and ruin his hole, leave bites and marks on him to claim him. He’ll snarl the whole time and fight back but he loves it. He may even let you use a toy/strap with a knot on it to emulate being seeded and stuffed at the end.

[therainywriter]

Welcome Home (Fluff)

Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader

It was a cold and unusually dark night. Art wasn't home, he’d been gone for a few days already. You faintly hoped he wouldn’t return, that things would go back to the way they were before he forced himself into your life.

Another part of you looked forward to seeing him again, to be caught under his intense gaze and lured into his arms. It was cruel how he deceived you with gentle touches and almost intimate stares.

Those soft moments switch in the blink of an eye. Little nibbles at your neck turn into harsh bites and tender caresses become a tight, painful grip. You’re starting to like it, seek it even.

You glanced down at the nasty green bruises on your thighs, exposed by your soft cotton shorts. He liked to leave an impression behind when he was going to be gone a while. Something to remember him by, though he was already certain you wouldn’t forget.

He had you wrapped around his slender, deadly finger and you didn't do a single thing about it. He was like an addiction, you couldn't just quit him though a part of you desperately wanted to.

It was strange how you were drawn to him, how the sick embrace of his arms brought you such strong sense of security. You were certain something was wrong with you and he was to blame.

He twisted your mind, your body, your entire being. 

Art was funny too, quiet the comedian when he was in a particularly good mood. You smiled to yourself at the though of his goofy shenanigans, an image of him standing at the door in sunflower sunglasses making you giggle.

He was so incredibly unpredictable. You could only hope that was the side of Art you’d see when he came home. 

Little did you know, he’d been standing at the doorway as you cleaned the kitchen counter, oblivious to him and lost in thought.

He tilted his head, observing you. A small smile ghosted your lips, a fond memory perhaps. He wondered if that little expression of happiness would disappear once you saw him.

Slowly, he made his entrance, careful not to startle you too quickly. He grinned, raising his hands to hover over your hips. You screamed as soon as he made contact and his grin only widened.

You gulped, catching your breath as Art picked you up and placed you on the counter you’d been cleaning. 

“That was mean,” you frowned, rubbing a bit at your chest. He waved off your complaint and stared at you, almost expectantly. Though you were unsure of what exactly he wanted.

His arms moved to either side of you and he leaned forward a bit, still standing tall as his head tilted. You were effectively trapped, if you tried to scoot back he’d only grab you.

“Welcome home Art,” you said, voice quieter than before as you looked up at him with nervous eyes. 

He shook his head, wrong answer.

His head was now level with yours, eyes staring holes into your own. The mood had shifted and you now felt a little ill.

You didn't think when you pressed your lips to his, feeling him smile against your mouth and move between your legs, closer to you. Right answer.

His hands moved to the back of your head and fingers tangled themselves gently in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gasping for air once he finally pulled away.

“Did you miss me?” you questioned, out of breath.

He nodded, wiggling his eyebrows before bopping your nose and moving around you to wander elsewhere in the house. You sat there for a moment more before getting off the counter and gathering your cleaning supplies. 

Art was home.

[monpetitchattriste]

Sharing this because I know nothing I write will ever top this line ever

[wolfboy88]

Seven Sentences Sunday / Tease Tidbit Tuesday / WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the various tags during the week @ksbbb @maplesyrizzup @outcastpack

I swear I wasn’t ignoring you, I just had covid. But I’m feeling better now 😊

So, I’m gonna kick off this weeks Seven Sentences Sunday with more from the Killing’s a Scream Sequel.

Liam licks his lips, grinning. “Time to put on a show.”

Theo nods, captivated.

“Help!” Liam shouts as he slashes Theo’s arm.

Theo hums in pleasure as pain ripples through his body when Liam cuts his cheek. He smiles at Liam and shouts as if in pain to make it convincing.

“Help!” Liam shouts again and slashes Theo’s thigh.

Theo shouts a moment later, both hearing Parrish banging on the front door.

“Liam?”

“Parrish!” Liam shouts, sounding desperate and panicked as Theo shudders when Liam grasps him by the nape, giving him one of his sweetest smiles.

“Do you trust me?” Liam murmurs softly.

“With my life,” Theo replies instantly.

“Sorry about this,” Liam mutters.

Theo’s eyes widen as he feels excruciating pain on his left side, leaving him breathless. He gasps, clutching onto Liam’s arm as he sees the knife handle protruding from his side.

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[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Baby │ JJ Maybank Imagine

Request: hey! First off love your work! I saw that you wanted tiktok trend requests so could you naybe do the trend where you tell your bf that you want a baby with jj?

Authors Note: Hello! Thank you so much for supporting me and my silly writing. I added the photo that I would use for JJ’s contact.I hope you enjoy reading!

Warnings: Hints for underage drinking, swearing.

Word Count: 634.

Giggling, you shove Kiara away from you and your phone.

“Y/n! You’re drunk and its girl’s night which is two very good reasons not to have your phone.”

“Too late…I already hit send!”

Kiara closes her mouth when your phone starts ringing and you start smiling. “Should I not answer?”

“JJ would blame us, so no.” Sarah says and asks you what exactly you said in the first place to make your boyfriend call you instead of texting back.

“I told him I want a baby.” 

“But he is a big baby!” Cleo states and the other girls agree with hums, thinking just how true that statement is.

Your phone stops ringing before the picture you have for John B contact pops up on your phone screen and the ringing starts again. You press on the green button. “Hey baby.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You don’t care if your boyfriend can hear you laugh silently, you can’t help it as he yells, and his voice goes in a higher pitch you have ever heard. “You know I’m using John B phone, right? Do you call him baby?”

Another voice in the background yells a no as you say, “I know you baby and knew you would find a way to talk to me.”

JJ huffs. “Ah yes well excuse me if I thought my phone was broken when I read your text but then thought your phone is the broken one.”

“If it was, how could I be talking to you-“

“Do not give me your sass right now or your ass will have handprints on it. Now tell me why the fuck you would text me that you want a baby.”

“I saw this TikTok a couple of days ago where this girl texted her boyfriend it. You had to ruin it by calling instead of texting your response!”

“I don’t have a response!” but he does mutters, “I hate TikTok.”

“I know you do…. baby.”

You don’t need to see his face to know he is trying to hide a smile. But you can hear it in his voice when he says, “You can call me that if you stop with the stupid TikTok trend pranks.”

“Never going to happen baby. I got to keep you on your toes.”

He chuckles.  “You are doing too good of a job.”

“I know. But before you go, I do have a question.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “Would you want a baby one day? With me?”

The silene on the other end makes you check that the call is still connected. It is. “JJ?”

“Yes. Only with you, baby. Not any day soon though, okay? I know you would be the greatest, awesomest, and loveliest mother ever and I really want to be a part of all of the est. But I know with all of my shit, I’m not ready yet. We are both too young and reckless. Well, mostly me but you get what I’m saying, right?”

“Right.”

“Right. Good, right, okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, JJ. Now if you it’s okay with you, I am going to watch some TikTok’s with the girls.” You laugh with him and after saying good night, you hang up.

A few minutes later, when you are scrolling through your Tikok fyp, a text pop up.

“I’m your baby. You’re my baby. That’s all I need right now.”

The girls see it and start planning out loud how long exactly they will wait to make fun of him for being so cute and a simp. You don’t text back but do take a screenshot. Not for a TikTok. To look back on it whenever you want to.

Maybe one day you will print it and put it in a baby album.

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[bugwolfsstuff]

Take this little drabble I wrote for a longer Dionysus and Thalia fic that I cut out cus it was too depressing.

I would of liked to add to this but I don't know how to? if that makes sense.

Is it ooc? probably. Do i care? Not particularly

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“Do you think he loves us?” Thalia asked him one day. 

Dionysus’s mouth felt like cotton. He chuckled dryly, “What kind of question is that?”  

Thalia stared straight ahead at her tree, “Answer the question.” she said. Though it was more like a demand. 

He didn't like thinking about it. He wasn’t a winey little demigod anymore. What was love for a god anyways? Was saving him love? Was turning him into a goat and Thalia into a tree instead of telling the other gods to stop love? Looking at his kids he could never do any of the things Zeus has done.  

But he was born a demigod, that’s different. Ichor replaced blood when he became a god. Zeus was a god through and through. Ichor always flowed through his veins. Was that just how gods loved their children? 

He sighed. Neither of them pointed out that no one even uttered Zeus’ name. 

“Not in the way we want him to.” 

[prettyundeadgirl]

Masterlist

You can also find these on my AO3

RDR2

Arthur Morgan ☼

│Oneshots

⋆ A collection of oneshots that are based on the Strange Trails album by Lord Huron.

Game of Thrones

Jaime Lannister ☼

│Oneshots

⋆ Crave The Rose - Throughout your time in King's Landing, you and the carelessly attractive Kingsguard grew fond of each other. Your sister Margaery believes you both suit each other exceedingly well, soon setting you two up, and beneath the moonlight, love unfurls.

Harry Potter

Severus Snape ☾

│Oneshots

⋆ For All Eternity - Severus takes you on a date to a cemetery.

[strid3rofthen0rth]

Everest Quercus

A bone shuddering thud, immediately followed by an electric sting racing up through hands and arms.  The pause, surprise and awe that it did not go.  A glance filled with ill intent.  The creak of stained, heavy leather gloves.  Panting.  A deep breath and a little bounce, like a fighter waiting for the bell.  Finally, another swing, all the way from the toes, and Ker-rack!

There it is.  Now we're splitting some wood.

Splitting firewood is about the most rewarding work I can do on a cold winter morning.  The smell of cleaved hardwood mixed with sweat has been a touchstone for me since early boyhood.  Nothing conjures happy images of my father more quickly or completely.  My parents heated with wood for most of my childhood, as do I, so I continue to split.  Concerns of climate change not withstanding, there is comfort to be found in putting up for winter.  Canning, pickling, and splitting wood that we may emerge from the frigid dark once again, alive and raring to go.

It all began back on Maple Avenue.  I'd been an apartment dweller for my entire life, six years young as it was.  To suddenly have my own yard to dash around in, my own trees to climb, my own garden from which to swipe peas and brussel sprouts, was a gift from on high.  Then one fine autumn morning, a huge truck appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and dumped a massive load of white oak right in the center of my playground.  Another load soon followed.  Everest Quercus, a towering mountain of firewood.  Limbs longer than I was, rounds taller than I, heaped and tangled across the yard.  There were bugs under the bark and mud torn up from the yard.  It was the greatest thing I'd ever seen.

Choosing to invoke the selective hearing granted to all children when parents warn against taking certain actions, for days I clambered over and around it, sprayed the garden hose on the top to see where the water would come out, pried and pulled to see what was in there.  My jungle gym and fort, gateway to imagination, and the beginning of my first big adventure.

Soon enough, men I did not know arrived to help my father break down my fort.  They wielded chainsaws and cant hooks, wore long wooly beards over flannel shirts and pants so dirty my mom would have never let me be seen in them.  And they swung splitting mauls.  That sound of splitting the logs into burnable chunks -- half fastball jumping off white ash, half crunch of hard snow under foot.  The action, the dynamic nature of it all, was intoxicating.  I remember thinking there was a certain gravity to this new situation, though I obviously couldn't verbalize that thought at the time.  Something big was going down, and I wanted in.

So Dad would set me up with a stubby little end cut, the easiest piece to split, and start a wedge for me.  Wedges are often used in conjunction with a standard maul on rounds that are too big for the splitting maul.  And with six-year-olds.  He'd hand me a little two pound hammer -- I remember it now, a blue Estwing -- and I'd tink tink tink away at that wedge until I'd made my little split.  Or until I got tired or bored, just as likely.

I had to choke up on that hammer quite a bit with my little pink paws, and somehow, whether through exuberance or inattention, I finally managed to mash the tip of my right pinkie finger between the face of the hammer and top of the steel wedge.  I remember I cried at the sight of my own blood.  I remember my mother hovering somewhere between harried, concerned, and angry on the drive to the hospital.  I don't remember how many stitches I got, but they followed the blackened nail around the tip of my finger in a perfect tiny crescent, and I was chin-jutting proud of that in the days that followed.  I'd earned my stripes.  One of the boys.

That run to the ER aside, splitting wood has been generally good to me.  It's one of the times you can stand outside pouring sweat, the mercury burrowing below zero, icicles clinging to your beard, and not have to worry if the rescue plane is going to find you in time.  I like to unbend my back every once in a while, and lean on the maul.  Think about pioneers and lumberjacks and other manly stuff.  To feel muscled and strong, robust against the cold.  Like I actually have my shit together for once.  It's a chance to slow down and workout at the same time.  And if you practice long enough, you can ring the bell every time at the carnival, and win your girl a Bon Jovi mirror.

Some woods are more testy than others.  There comes a point in almost every session involving big wood when you are forced to decide whether or not you can carry on.  You have your wedge started in a huge round, probably for the second or third time.  This guy has decided to test you, deflecting your best attempts to cleave, stack, and burn.  You begin with some slightly tentative swings, making sure the wedge is driven, and all is right with the world. 

Now it's time to bring the pain.  You coil and bend, storing all the energy to be released in one massive effort. Getting your feet set, you begin that big power swing, the best one in your arsenal.  Knees, hips, shoulders snap into alignment as your fists slam together at the end of the handle, the head of the maul wails down squarely on the wedge, all the force you can muster behind it.  PING! 

Nothing... until, after a few moments heavy breathing, you begin to hear the faintest crackling.  The frozen fibers beginning to give up their bonds.  And you know, this beast will fall like all before him have.

It always amuses me when you see the leading man in a movie, lantern jawline and not a hair out of place, at his gorgeous log cabin, splitting up perfectly dry and straight pieces of maple for the fire.  They merrily crack and fly apart with barely a touch from the axe or maul.  You'll never see him sweating and cursing, trying like mad to extricate the maul from a gnarled hunk of burr oak.  It's Hollywood, where the girls are plastic and all the firewood is kiln dried.

Fir and pines are a walk in the park. They fly apart with happy ease, the chosen favorites of Instagram wood splitters everywhere. Hard maple, frozen, is among the most satisfying to split. It requires effort, but it will come apart, and the sound of a good swing on maple rings out clean and pure.

Among all woods, elm is my nemesis.  Like many of us who carry the maul and wedge, I can spot it in a wood pile from fifty yards.  Mocking me.  Daring me to even try.  I'm sure there are more difficult woods to split.  Ironwood can give you a backache just looking at it, so heavy and hard.  Shagbark hickory, with all it's armored bark as a warning, will test your shoulders and your will.  Black cherry strikes fear in the heart of mortal men.  But that stringy elm so tirelessly indefatigable.  So unrelenting in it's ability to hang together.  It seemingly wills itself to remain unbroken, the Nelson Mandela of the wood lot.  Many a wedge have been lost in a round of elm, waiting to be freed by the addition of another wedge.  And then another.  Until you find yourself berating an inanimate hunk of cellulose like a homeless wing nut cursing the weather and hot dogs on a street corner.

Swinging with precision is usually more important than swinging hard.  A few stretches before you get going will prevent a lot of soreness, even if you do look like a goober doing yoga in a flannel shirt.  Burn the elm in a campfire so you don't have to break it down as far.  And wood gets heavier as you age.  A lot heavier, but the pull of the wood lot is real, the desire to swing away, so we keep on going, chasing that perfect swing. 

[gogotti]

Bloodhound x reader nsfw, similar to the caustic fic w orgasm denial I LOVE YOUR WORK PLS

This took forever and I'm so sorry, but life hit me with the "let's change the subject" bat, and I lost interest in Apex for a hot ass minute. but anyways

BLOODHOUND/READER - NSFW

Warnings: none really but the fic includes NSFW, orgasm denial, gender-neutral reader, no mention of Bloodhound's genitals, (which is also what made this fic take so long cause it took me forever to realize I could just do that.)

You looked over at Bloodhound as you stepped outside, a mischievous grin coming to your face almost immediately. They had been training all day, which wasn't uncommon, and you coming out to join them wasn't unusual either. You enjoyed watching them practice. It allowed you to stare at their muscles, which gave you plenty of material for those long seasons they were away busy with the games. Normally, you would sit by and watch, but with how well they'd been doing in the games, you figured it was time for a well-deserved break. You sat on a stump nearby and watched as Hound released their last arrow from the Bocek, landing what you counted to be their 4th bullseye. You smiled and spoke up, watching that red tint from their eyes slowly fade as they registered your voice.

“You should teach me to be as well off with a bow as you are.”

They walked over, touching your forehead with their mask as a kiss, and grabbed another bow they had prepared and handed it to you. Their eyes squinted slightly, meaning they were smiling at you behind the mask. “I would be honored, Elska.”

You stood and walked with them to the small patch of off-colored grass and huffed at it. Hound noticed and spoke, “I will get to placing the stone on this spot soon enough. For now, we practice.” You laughed, “Don't you think you need a break? You stand in this spot so much that the grass isn't green anymore.” They shook their head, and you already knew what they were going to say, so you simply sighed, feigning defeat for your request.

They positioned themselves behind you and you pressed yourself as close to their chest as possible, hearing a sudden inhale from them in response. You knew that showing interest in their training and hobbies made them very happy, so you already had a bit of a headstart, but you had a trick up your sleeve and you couldn't help but smirk at the thought of their excitement when you showed it off.

Thankfully Hound didn't notice as they continued positioning you in proper archery form, answering each question you asked, even if some had self-explanatory answers. You made sure to drag on the explanation part so you could let your plan slowly unfold, and you acted innocent when they would stop explaining to take a breath because your subtle grinding against them was doing much more than you originally anticipated.

When they had finally explained everything they thought necessary, you were allowed to shoot your first arrow. You pretended to struggle a bit before releasing arrow after arrow, each landing smack-dab in the center. You turned, a giant smile on your face as you watched Hound’s eyes flick from you to the target and back. You knew they were feeling something now as they stuttered a bit before letting out a breathy, “Wow, Elska.”

They stood frozen in their spot as you approached them, letting the bow gently rest on the ground. You place your hands on their chest and smile at them, “So, I think we should take a break. I am exhausted after all that training.”

They didn't respond, instead, they let you guide them to the stump you were sitting on earlier and stood in front of you. You leaned up and kissed their mask once, then moved down to their neck, kissing and nipping at all of the skin there. You let your hand trail downward and into their pants, letting them grind down onto your palm and you smiled at the muffled huffs coming from their mask.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?

They let out a muffled, “Mhm”, and you smiled, leaning away from their neck to see their face for a moment. You were glad that you did because as soon as you made eye contact with them you watched their eyes roll to the back of their head and their body twitch toward you. You watched as they started to grind down harder, eventually grabbing onto you and pulling you closer.

They whined, “Please, Elska…”, and they looked at you desperately. You knew they were close, but you weren't ready for this to end yet, especially since it just started. You didn't realize how pent-up they had been, so your previous grinding had done much, much more than you had thought. You slowly began to pull your hand away as they got closer to cumming and they quickly caught on, grabbing your hand and holding it in their strong grip.

“Elska, I need this please.” They continued to grind down onto your hand, but you kept pulling away. You were worried that they were gonna cum before you had your fun, so you forcefully pulled your hand away, watching Hound go limp with defeat. Hound practically growled at the lack of contact and slowly turned it into a whine because of the denial. They looked up at you, and you knew they had tears in their eyes, so you kissed the top of their head.

“I wanna have fun too Houndy, but I promise you'll get to cum once I have. Okay?”

You smiled at them, and they couldn't do anything but mumble an “Okay..” and follow you into the cabin you shared.

[lace-coffin]

OMG the bondage head canons for Asa was so good!!!! I have another request for Asa with like angst/comfort? If that's okay 👉👈.

Asa with a reader who is clingy and affectionate after being punished by him. Like trying to cuddle with him discreetly and craving comfort and attention from him after they were bad? Idk if that makes any sense lol hopefully it does.

That’s totally ok!! I love writing for asa! Feel free to send more ideas if u wanna, it always makes my day < 3

Receiving comfort after a punishment

Asa Emory/the collector x gn reader

Requests are open!

Minors DNI

quickly becoming Asa’s favourite in the collection and delving into a romantic relationship means you have extra freedom and perks compared to other unwilling guests. Avoiding punishment is not one of them.

Submission is non negotiable, you will serve him as your god and that’s final. Punishment hopefully won’t come to you often if you behave well enough but when it does it’s unavoidable.

Talking back and being bratty? You won’t be using that mouth at all for the next day/days, either spending hours gagged and drooling or only being allowed to speak when spoken to by your master. If you slip up and speak out of turn then an extra hour will be added to the punishment.

You can try plead your way out of it or run away but it’s futile, either you go on your own accord or your going slung over Asa’s shoulder with a red ass.

When it comes to punishments you’re done when Asa says you are. You can cry and beg all you want, that’s not his problem, if anything it fills him with sick delight. Aww it hurts? Good. That’s what disobedient toys who don’t know their place get. You have to learn somehow.

You’re left messy and worn out, floating gently in Subspace as sir cleans you up. He’ll cup your exhausted and red face, cooing at the hazy look in your eyes as he cleans your face from tears with a clean warm towel.

Once you’re clean and probably in one of his turtlenecks he’ll give you a water bottle or juice, helping you hold it up to your lips until he thinks you’ve had enough. He’ll also feed you some soft fruits or easy to eat snacks. He never used to be this soft until you entered the picture, digging out your own special spot in his cruel heart.

You’re always clingier than usual like this, still floating along the waves of Subspace and uncaring if you make a fool of yourself. Feeling vulnerable you cling to the only thing you know. Slowly scooting closer and closer to Asa thinking your being subtle (he knew the first time you got closer but finds it amusing so let’s you continue under the guise your being sneaky)until your laying against his side. “Silly pet” he laughs, petting your head affectionately.

Usually you’re a little more timid with your affection towards Asa but after a punishment you can’t find it in yourself to care, getting worked up and upset the longer you let your feelings fester without resolve.

Sometimes you’ll seem fine and stable but hours later Asa will find you curled up outside his door, sobbing and shaking. Needing to be close to your master but too nervous and distraught to take the final step of knocking and interrupting his work. You’re so worried he’ll be angry at you getting in the way of his work and will punish you for being too needy as a result of it (he would never, you’re just distraught and irrational rn lol) you knew you should’ve asked for more reassurance after today’s punishment but you thought you could pull through.

Asa opens the door and sighs, eyes wracking over your pitiful state. Without any words spoken he’ll scoop you up from your spot on the floor and move you both back to his desk, sitting your chest against his and your head on his shoulder. He’ll continue his work as he rocks you both slowly, humming until your tears stop and your head starts to droop more.

Being close with him like this always lets you know that you’ve been forgiven and the punishment is over. He still loves you and you’re still his favourite, his pretty little cricket.

Hi I hope u enjoyed this! Pls feed me more bug man requests/prompts anytime u like!

[therainywriter]

I See You (Fluff)

Pairing: Tsuek'tu (Na'vi) x Reader

Tsuek'tu held you at his side, large hand encompassing your waist as he held you steady after you nearly fell off the thin vine you stood on.

You gripped his arm in panic, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Tsuek- I’m going to fall.”

The end of his lip tilted up, “I won’t let you fall, just a bit further.”

He never let you go the rest of the way, acutely aware of your tense little form. He would protect you at any cost, his sweet one.

Ever since he rescued you from the thanator, the two of you have spent countless nights together- with you tucked next to him as he pulled you along amongst the trees.

You were constantly learning about their planet, the creatures and flora. But most of all, the people, their culture and way of life.

He often spoke in Na'vi, letting you listen as he pointed things out and described them. You were catching on, slowly but surely learning the complex language.

Tsuek paused, hand keeping you at the back of him.

"Kempe leren?" you asked quietly, unsure if you were actually asking what was happening.

He smiled to himself, you were learning. "Shh, do not scare the yerik," he said quietly.

He shifted his position, leaning back against the tree to your right and pulling you to his abdomen so you could see for yourself.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you rest against him, looking around the tree to observe the herbivore. The scientists call them hexapedes, their habits resemble those of deer.

They're fragile creatures, easily frightened but very protective of their young.

You watched it with admiring eyes, unaware that Tsuek was doing the same, but with you.

He glanced at the handmade jewelry adorning your wrist and neck, only two of many gifts you'd so sweetly accepted from him with a smile on your face.

You were comfortable with him, not shy to place your small five-fingered blue hand on his arm and share your curiosities. It drove him crazy.

He gave you a toothy grin when you jumped, gasping silently as the creature kicked one of its six hooves against the ground. You pouted, "Not funny-"

He hummed quietly, "Very funny."

He thought for a moment when you leaned your head against his chest, resuming your careful watch of the yerik.

He nudged you lightly, grabbing your hand in his and leading you elsewhere. "Za'u," golden eyes met yours as he glanced behind him.

You followed him, doing your best to keep up as his long strides. "Where are we going?" you questioned, slightly breathless as you hopped over a thick vine.

"You'll see, kal'in 'aw."

You were exhausted by the time he slowed down, legs aching but the pain tolerable in your avatar body. You took a breath in, only to have it knocked out of you as you registered where you were.

The Tree of Souls, you knew this place. Though you had only heard stories, you were familiar with it. It was a sacred place, deeply cherished by the Na'vi.

"It's- It's beautiful," you mumbled in awe, hand reaching out to let the glowing pink tendrils fall along the palm of your hand.

You turned to him and tilted your head, "Why did you bring me here?"

He looked at your big, confused eyes taking your hands into his larger ones.

"Oel ngati kameie, I see you," he said softly, looking at you as though he could see straight through to your very soul.

Your heart skipped a beat and you stepped closer, fingers tightening around his hands. "Oel ngati kameie," you repeated.

He leaned his head against yours, pressing a soft kiss against your lips which you returned just as gently.

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[wolfboy88]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

Tagged by @maplefire18 @mmoosen and @ksbbb

Here’s more from the “An Elevated Situation” sequel which is now going by the title “An Entertaining Evening” which I hope to have ready around Valentines Day.

The waitress smirks slyly, her gaze scanning Liam from head to toe, before shifting her attention to Theo. "So, this is the one who's captured your attention. The one you've been sexting with," the brunette teases, causing Liam to choke on his own spit. "Malia was right, he's cute, like a puppy."

"Hey! I'm not a puppy!"

"Fiesty. He’s got bite. Now I understand why you're so infatuated with him," she says with a teasing grin.

"Ally," Theo grumbles as she slides into the booth next to Liam. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you were working tonight."

"Obviously, but when I saw your name in the reservation book, I couldn't resist coming to see who has you going all gaga," she chirps.

"I'm sorry, but what’s happening here? Who are you?" Liam asks, his confusion evident in the absurdity of the situation. Waitstaff aren't meant to join patrons at their table, are they?

The brunette interrupts before Theo can respond. "I'm Allison," she says, turning to face Liam entirely. "I'm Theo's older sister."

"Half-sister," Theo interjects.

"How many sisters do you have?"

"Enough," Theo dryly remarks.

"Three. And a half-brother as well," Allison adds. "But don't worry, Jackson is in London with his boyfriend, so you won't run into him anytime soon."

"I'm sure he'd be less embarrassing than you."

"Don't count on it."

"Are all of you half-siblings?" Liam inquires, perplexed yet intrigued by the intricate family dynamics at play.

"Fortunately," Theo sneers. "Except for Tara."

"Our father was quite a slut back in the day," Allison casually mentions, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and Liam begins to see the uncanny resemblance among them. "He still is, actually. It's probably where my dear brother gets his insatiable sexual appetite from."

Theo's cheeks flush as he growls. "Enough, Ally." Allison simply smiles sweetly.

"Is there anything else I should know about your brother?" Liam asks.

"Ally," Theo warns, but Allison smirks, showcasing yet another family trait.

"Oh, hush, Theodore. Don't be such a party pooper. The boy clearly isn't deterred by your prickly personality and tenacious ways, and that's a miracle in itself."

Tagging @thiamsxbitch @transdunbar @outcastpack @theoceanismyinkwell @chasing-chimeras @rd-eternity @unsanedes

[hughesquinn]

my old man | john tavares & matthew knies

“Tell me we’re not stupid.”

“Buddy,” Matthew claps a hand on Joe’s shoulder, “You know I can’t lie to you.”

[caer-gai]

Gareth grieves, written for my writing class last semester but I just found it again.

Gareth was so out of it he didn’t even hear Kay’s approach until the senechal was beside him.

“Sir Gareth,” the formality in Kay’s tone wavered with an undercurrent of concern Gareth had long since trained himself to pick up on.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

Kay sighed. Gareth waited for him to leave. He didn’t.

“I understand it will be hard for you to go in there, after everything.”

“I have a duty.”

Gareth didn’t mention his other duty, as a brother, to stay here with Aggravain until the funeral pyre was lit. To avenge his brother’s death. To honor someone he loved but couldn’t support, couldn’t believe in, couldn’t praise. He’d be expected to say nice things at the funeral, and the more he thought the less he could come up with and the guiltier he felt about it.

The warm weight of a cloak was draped over his shoulders. Gareth didn’t have the heart to look up and see more of that carefully concealed concern.

“If it would be better for you, you would be welcome at our table tonight,” Kay offered carefully. Gareth nodded his acknowledgement. He couldn’t accept of course. Why would he even want to?

The food would be cold. It wouldn’t be artfully arranged, just a mix of whatever they had left. The ale (never wine) would be weak and nothing would be fit for a Prince. It wouldn’t be a place for him. (It was the only place he felt real.)

Gareth stayed in the church a long while after. He felt he should hold Aggravain’s hand, should offer his older brother some comfort in all of this. The hand was cold and stiff, and it wasn’t Aggravain, not anymore, and that made Gareth cry again.

Nearing midnight he heard the feast breaking up. Even after such a solemn occasion many were drunk, and many of the drunk were loud. One voice in particular rose above the others as it approached the chapel.

Gareth let go of Aggravain- of the corpse's hand and stood, drawing Kay’s cloak around him. He listened carefully, and was able to make out quiet responses at the pauses in between his eldest brother’s ranting.

Just Gawain and Gaheris then. Probably for the better, Gareth didn’t think he could face Mordred right now. The door slammed open and Gareth flinched before drawing himself to his full height and forcing his face to go blank.

He didn’t meet his brothers’ eyes as they stumbled in, or when they froze at the sight of him. The silence drew on to the point of discomfort, though no weapons were drawn yet.

“Your Majesties,” Gareth dipped his head in quick greeting. If he could stick to they’re titles he could ignore the chasm that widened between him and his brothers, “I was just leaving.”

Gareth almost made it out the door. Almost. But then Gawian caught his arm in a surprisingly vice-like grip. Gareth knew better than to struggle. Even at night, drunk and swaying, Gawain was stronger than him.

“Gareth,” Gawain whispered. More a strangled prayer than any kind of enraged hiss. Gareth risked a glance at his brother- his king’s- face. Gawain isn’t angry, he’s grieving. There was a spark of hope in his eyes that had Gareth folding right into a hug. Gawain clutched him close, like something precious. Gareth hugs back.

He catches Gaheris watching from the threshold. He doesn’t say anything, with his voice or his face, but Gareth knows his brother is breaking. So Gareth holds out a hand and puts on a small smile, and waits.

Soon all three of them are tangled together in an odd mess of limbs. Gareth closed his eyes and tried to pretend it could all be okay, that they would ever be whole again.

That he would ever be whole again.

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By the time Gareth stumbles down to the kitchens, red-eyed and numb, the servants have finished dining. The few who are still there cleaning up watch him with sorry eyes. Several come forward to give their condolences. There’s enough food and ale left for him, and Lucan sits with him while he eats, keeping the conversation light. The food is cold and the ale is worse than Gawain’s breath, but it tastes like home.

Gareth finds Kay scrubbing out the huge pots they use for stew, and tries to give the cloak back. Kay waves him off and tells him to keep it.

A week later Gareth is buried in it.

[spookylizpg]

What It Is To Be A Grandmaster (PART 2: SubSmoke Fanfic)

WOOOOO- I finally did it. I made a full on NSFW Smut writing. Gosh, it has been years since my first one so this could be rusty anyway. I tried my best with at least, to make it a good read. I hope you guys enjoy these two having fun in bed. lol This is smut so of course, +18 ONLY. Enjoy ~ <3

Tomas' hands fastened against the top of the bed frame with his Grandmaster's head bandage. He observes his lover gradually beginning to yank his clothes off. Start from the top, leaving soft kisses on his tender collarbone. Kuai Liang's hand gripping on Tomas' alluring waist. Concentrate on his chest, pretty much admiring his smokey lover. He couldn't restrain himself. He must have a taste. Licking his lips, he pounced his first attack on his poor chest. He could hear his precious lover letting out a lovely moan from under his breath. It exhilarates him, and he loses himself with the bite he takes on his soft skin. His hands freely explore his upper body as the cryomancer plays around with his lover's hardened nipples. Toying with Smoke's mind and his body was the only thing on his mind now as he nibbled on them. He felt his Smoke's back arching and moving around. He could feel his lover in such an ache yet sweet melody to his ears. 

"Quit moving, sweetheart. . ." Kuai Liang uttered, "Or I will have to freeze you fucking still-"

To prove he wasn't joking around. His hands began to feel freezing to the touch. Smoke expresses the sudden change with a sharp cry. It echoes within the master bedroom and how it sounds nicely. 

"Good boy." He whispered softly

"Aren't you such a good boy to your Grandmaster?" He looked up to him, and Smoke's expression was in ecstasy. 

"Love, I think you open something in me..." Kuai Liang went close to Smoke's face, "I'm enjoying you like this...I want to..."

Understandably, He couldn't finish the statement. He couldn't abide just watching anymore. He desires to relish it and his lover as quickly as possible. Grandmaster's cold lips were against his lover's. Smoke immediately took it, moaning ever so passionately with every pause for air.

"Moan for me, my love...I want to hear you scream for me!" Kuai Liang began groping Smoke's chest. Still, his hands were icy cold. Tomas did what he asked of him. He cried his name as his mouth began to drool. The intensity on his body was just too much for him.

"Such a mess...but you're my mess..." 

He left a kiss on the cheek as he went back to his waist. 

"I bet you're a mess down there too, huh?"

One of his hands broke out of the groping session and went right to his crotch. Kuai Liang began to chuckle as he peeked up. 

"So fucking hard..." 

He gave it a little squeeze

"Oops."

Smoke's head tilts up as he moans once more. 

"F...f...uc" 

"hmm?" Kuai leans over to Smoke and smirks at him.

Smoke attempts to make some words, and he looks back at him. He tries to lean into his cold lover's face to the point he can whisper to him. 

"fu....fuck me..." Smoke finally uttered his words, "Please give....me no mercy...I deserve this. fuck me rough, please. M-master, I beg of you-" and this excited Kuai Liang in his core. 

"I'm glad, but regardless," Scoffing that off as both his hands slowly took off Smoke's bottom clothes. "That was the plan, to fuck you with no mercy. Make you into a sobbing fucking mess. To fuck you and that mind of yours until you can't think anything but me having my way with you. Don't think a damn second you have some order here, got it?"

Smoke nodded as he let his master do what he pleased with his body. He put back into his place. Once the clothes had taken off, Sub Zero admired his lover's body. My, he was obsessed with his body. For a moment of peace, he thought himself lucky to have a man like him. Smoke's body is a masterpiece to the cryomancer. Smoke's frame and his curves are what drives Sub Zero all lustful. 

"Look at you...oh my."

Kuai Liang touches the tip of his lover's erect cock. 

"So hard...it's all because of me..."

Teasing Smoke, he began stroking his cock up and down delicately. Smoke arched his back as he was getting jacked off. He suddenly pauses and shakes his head. Smoke looks at him in misery, moaning for more. 

"Who said you get to cum first? Silly you- You'll have to wait...If you don't...then" He sighed, "I'll spank you to death- or worse. No more of this until you learn to be fucking patient." Kuai Liang chuckled as he looked at Smoke's tied hands. 

"Now then, time to put you in a different position. I want to see that ass of your move when I thrust my cock into you."

The Grandmaster began to untie him and place Smoke lying on his stomach. Smoke too fuck to be able to freely move anyway, just letting his master take control. Once done, he tied his hands up again. This time, he placed them behind his back. Sub Zero could feel his pants tighten when he saw Smoke's gorgeous back. Placing his cold hands on his back, having them massages his whole body until he finishes on his ass. Without warning, he smacks Smoke's ass. Leaving a soft pink imprint on it, Tomas answered with a gasp. 

"I love your ass, sweetheart..." Kuai Liang began to grope his ass intensely. "I know much you tease me with it."

He spanks it again. 

"Always damn teasing with it."

Spanking even rougher than before, listening to Smoke in a moaning mess.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you walk by when I'm around. Love, believe me. I would stop and drop what I was doing to fuck you right then and there. To teach you a lesson for teasing your Grandmaster like that."

With the amount of hard spanks he hit, the imprint turned into a bright red. Smoke breathed heavily as his eyes were practically rolled back. In the brink of a complete mindfuck. Tomas' lust was at an all-time high that it became excruciating. His body was already heating up. His cock was pulsing like wild. Yet, he needs to follow his Grandmaster's order. He must wait until his icy lover is done satisfying himself. 

"Your body...is mine now-"

Kuai Liang began to undress himself for what was to come next. All the while, Smoke was glancing at him with an intense expression.

"Sweetheart, don't give me that." The now-naked Kuai Liang comments, "I have to show you what happens when you tease. You're going to take it like a good obedient boy you are, or I'll fucking make you, no matter."

Kuai Liang began to spread Smoke's legs apart to give him more room. He saw perfection as his hands spread his ass cheek a bit apart. Sub Zero plays around his anus, fingering around the entrance. Smoke arched his bottom as he felt his master toying with him again. He could feel his cold finger touching such a sensitive area. Even feeling him insert them inside, making Smoke groan. 

"You make me so hard...that ass of yours...so irresistible-"

A smack echoed once more in the Grandmaster's chamber. Kuai Liang got close in and gave a kiss on his ass cheek. Finally, he spits on his hand and caresses his cock. He could have shown a bit of compassion and used some lube. Yet, this whole session is anything but that. Without warning to Tomas, Kuai Liang latches on to his waist and rams his dick into him. Sub Zero's thrusting was mere forceful at best. Shoving it in and out as Smoke's ass tries its best to keep up with the rhythm. Due to Smoke being a little tied up, he obviously had trouble moving his hands freely. The desperate need to touch his lover or feel him is also troublesome. Yet, it didn't stop him from being an absolute moaning mess. Screaming his master's name at times. Even tears were shed, but a pillow to the face will do. Kuai Liang began whispering to him. 

"Fuck, my cock feels so good inside you. I'm giving you what you deserve. Seeing you in pure bliss yet with a hint of discomfort is what I relish. Love the sound of my hips hitting your ass. Every thrust I go in, the more you fucking lament my name!" 

The Grandmaster began to pick up the pace. He went barbaric with his thrusts. Moving Smoke's hips or waist to help him rather than helping Smoke keep a balance. Tomas's entire body began to shake to its core. The unbearable lust he felt and the suffering he couldn't release. 

"You're just falling apart, huh? Oh, my love...my everything- If you're a good boy, you must wait, okay?" Once said, he began to nibble on his neck. Hearing his lover beg and whine. It sounded so cute to him. 

"Please master...I beg of you!" he called out, but it only fueled the jabs to be deep into him. Smoke gasping as his back arched even more. 

"You...in me....fuck! I want to cum with you...Please-!!" Smoke whined again. 

"Kuai L-liang, please...my ass hurt so bad...your cock is..so..so big...." Tomas kept on going with his rant. Mumbling as his words fell apart and leaning into moaning mostly. 

"Hmm, ple...ase...let me cu..." Smoke felt fingers shoved in his mouth. His eyes widen, then he glances at his Grandmaster.

"Shut it."

( Note: This isn't the hand he toys with Smoke. This is a clean hand. lol )

Smoke virtually melts into those words. Smoke began sucking on Sub Zero's fingers. It wasn't much, but at least it eased the pain. Tomas' drooling was all over the sheets and those fingers. Somehow, it really turns on Sub Zero, feeling his poor lover trying to find a way to show his lust. 

"I'm really close..." Sub Zero's breathing became heavy. 

Smoke could feel his icy breath on his shoulder, chills to his spine. His Grandmaster began to show some sign of near completion. His body shook a bit, and moaning softly. Smoke was so lucky due to having him moan right in his ears. His master sounded so attractive. It was that little moment of peace that kept his will strong to not cum. 

A few minutes pass, and Sub Zero holds onto Smoke with his dear life. The last thrusts were more passionate than rough. Kuai Liang was now a quiet mess of moaning this time. Yet not too crazy like how Smoke was. Finally, one last thrust came in. Kuai Liang relieved himself in Smoke. Tomas hyperventilated, feeling the gooey warmth inside of him keep pumping in. Sub Zero didn't want to pull out as he wanted all his love shut in his lover's ass. When he finished, he slowly pulled out. The cum slowly oozes out of Smoke's ass. He may have overdone it with such a massive load. 

"You did good." Kuai Liang comments as he smiles. 

Yet, Smoke was looking with those begging eyes. His body shook again as his breath became heavy. He began to whine at Sub Zero. His eyes look at his cock and then at his master.

"Oh yes...I almost forgot...go ahead-" Kuai Liang chuckled and even helped a bit by gently stroking Smoke's cock. Immediately, Tomas came right away on the sheets. A big sigh of relief came from him, and understandably so. 

Kuai Liang cleaned himself a bit, then untied Smoke. He threw the head bandage off to the side and then lay next to Smoke, who barely moved from his spot. 

"Come here now...it's over." The cryomancer wrapped his arm around Smoke, which was getting his senses back. Tomas snuggled Kuai Liang, his face all smoosh up to his chest. 

"I'll clean up the bed later, honey..." Smoke said as he kissed his cheek.

"Alright then..." Sub Zero smiled, "I'm glad you're okay after all this...and actually kept it all in." 

"Hehe, I'm just full of surprises, dear." 

Enenra noises

"You indeed are, my cute little lover." 

They both settle with a kiss on the lips as they snuggle up to rest their body for the night ahead.