#apologetic cnc

[20tmblwd01]

big brother humping me from behind but im too sleepy to push him off so he just rubs my clit as an apology <333

[angel-in-your-basement]

Cnc but it’s the apologetic kind. Please, baby, just stay still, I don’t want to have to hurt you, as they hold you down under them. I need this, just be good and let me have you, as they press inside you. I know it hurts, but I can’t stop yet, as they thrust in over and over again. Praise and apologies all mixed together as they use you to make themselves cum.

[ritual-pagan]

Apologetic CNC but flipping the script. Instead of "I'm sorry, I need this" it's "I know you need this, it's okay."

"Therrrre you go, tell me how much you hate it and how disgusting I am." "Go ahead and cry for me, let's get it all out." Holding you still and making you take it while we get those emotions out.

[20tmblwd01]

i love it when my big brother gets me sad and terrified of him, in the end he always soothes me by fingering my pussy <3 telling me that hes sorry that his anger got out of control and that he still loves his little sister <3

[divinebunnii]

short funny lil personal story but after 10 years of cnc and free use he still gets nervous sometimes and last night for a whole hour was rubbing against my slit with his hard cock while I was sleeping and when I finally woke up obviously we fugged bc yes pls

but the next day he was so soft n gentle n so apologetic about taking advantage of me while I was fully asleep and I spent most of the day reassuring him it’s everything I want and he has full permission but just moral of the story doms still need reassurances too! they still need to be told it’s okay, it feels good, it’s consensual!

[khristie16]

Blindfolded Desires

about: Charles can't resist you any longer, and your party takes an unexpected turn into a dark closet warnings: cnc, fingering, humiliation, tie up Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“WHAT??!!” You watched your best friend with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. You never thought those feelings could coexist, but they did. After yesterday's fiasco, you bid farewell to Nicole and headed back to your dorm. Your plan? Forget about everything, bury your nose in books, and let your problems sort themselves out.

“I’m sorry YN. He really had his eyes open. And you looked so… eager. It was weird to look at that.”

Frustrated, you sat on the couch in your shared room, holding your head in your hands. This situation was worse than you could have imagined. Your arch-nemesis had left you feeling eager for him while he remained unbothered.

“It was a setup. He did it to make fun of me again!” You reclined on the couch, gazing up at the ceiling, searching for solace.

Realizing it was nearly time for your first class, you hastily reached for your phone. “I'm so sorry, YN. I'll never ask you to come to another one of these ridiculous parties with me,” Nicole said.

You exhaled, torn between frustration and laughter, feeling like a complete mess. “Yeah, I'm never going near him again.” However, it seemed your worst enemy had different plans.

As you walked down the corridor, your gaze fixed on the ground as you passed strangers, someone unexpectedly grabbed your attention.

“Hey,” a guy said in a high-pitched voice, nearly causing you to back away. You tried to place his face as he stood there smiling at you. He seemed familiar.

“I’m Stephan. I was at the party yesterday.” Perplexed, you kept your cool and replied with chilly reserve,

“Oh, hi.” You expected the worst, but his next words caught you off guard.

“I'm sorry for yesterday. My cousin can be a pain in the ass sometimes.” Scrutinising the differences between them, you scrunched your eyebrows. They didn't look alike.

Seemingly attuned to your thoughts, he smiled and said, “Yeah, I know.”

Your tension eased a bit, and you sighed quietly. “Yeah, sorry, but I have a class in a minute, so I've got to go.”

You tried to sound apologetic and gave him a simple smile. You appeared reserved, not unfriendly. “Yeah, sorry. I could catch up with you later, if you don't mind,” he said shyly. You just smiled and waved before continuing on your way.

As you turned the corner, you overheard a deep, slightly angry voice that you didn't want to hear. You hadn't encountered him at school until now, but things were different. He either had a strange interest in you or wanted to make fun of you again, and you weren't sure which was worse.

“Getting your claws into another virgin?” You abruptly confronted him, staring into his eyes. “One more word, Leclerc, and I'll teach you not to mess with me.”

He laughed, his dimples deepening. “Yeah, you're going to teach me how to fuck?” “Maybe,” you retorted, “because those bimbos you have can't tell you that you pretty much suck at it.”

His expression darkened, and he contemplated grabbing you by the neck, but instead, he stood taller and spoke from above.

“Careful, jolie. You should watch your mouth.” Your gaze flared with anger as both of you breathed heavily. A sudden clap of thunder broke the tension between you and Charles as you walked away, leaving your scent behind, something he longed to bathe in.

A few days passed, and you were preparing for another party, a Halloween one. You didn't want to dress provocatively, so you considered going as the Grinch. However, your best friend Nicole disapproved, saying, “You cannot be serious.” Rolling your eyes, you explained that you had no interest in showing off your body just because everyone else did. Nicole understood but suggested you choose a different character or actor to dress up as.

The next evening, you walked beside Nicole and her boyfriend, all dressed up as you reached the main entrance of a big hall where the music resonated through the walls. At that moment, you were second-guessing your decision to attend the party.

“Oh, come on, YN, you'll have fun,” Nicole assured you. She was right; you just didn't know it yet.

“Pulp Fiction?” You turned to see Stephen, and you smiled and nodded as you observed his Dracula costume.

“You know, I almost thought I wouldn't see you tonight.” You chuckled in response and began to pour yourself a drink. Stephen promptly took your cup, saying he would do it. You appreciated the gesture and decided to strike up a conversation.

“Do you like Halloween?” you asked. “Not necessarily, but Charles wants me to socialize.”

As you talked, you felt someone's touch on your shoulder. “Nice outfit,” Charles said. You eyed him with arrogance, and he asked if you thought he was a CEO. "007," he clarified. You nodded, unimpressed, and turned away to go to the restroom.

“Wait,” he said, his hand on your bare arm, making you feel a burning sensation. “Dance with me.” You burst into laughter, “Go bully someone else.”

A few hours passed, and the alcohol had definitely taken its toll. The room spun as you danced on the parquet floor with strangers, having lost sight of Nicole in the crowded venue. Numerous hands grasped at your waist, shifting around depending on opportunity. You were lost in the music, feeling it pulse through your entire body.

Suddenly, the music came to an abrupt stop, and you snapped back to sobriety in an instant. You quickly pulled away from the hands that had been holding you and made your way toward the exit. But as you approached it, something or someone grabbed you, and darkness enveloped your vision. And a hot body against you.

Your wrists were swiftly bound, and the sensation of a cold wall against your cheek intensified as the mysterious person spun you around. He held you firmly by your hair, and the pulsating music from outside surged back to full volume. His fingers trailed down your spine, gripping your buttocks with a determined force that caused a slight discomfort.

With a calculated move, he used his foot to part your legs and he went lower with his fingers to your core. He acted without hesitation, as if he were determined not to waste a single moment with you. He massaged your bud and you responded in arching your back toward his tight hot body. His skillful touch conveyed an intimate bliss of your desires, making you unable to contain your moans. He leaned in closer to capture every sound from your mouth and increased the pace of his movements. You were soaking wet it was all over his hand and getting down your thighs. The combination of alcohol and overwhelming sensations left you unable to think rationally. When he began to caress your breasts, you lost all control and climaxed, releasing your pleasure over his hand. All you could hear from him was a loud groan. As he helped you remove the belt from your wrists, he spoke to you,

“Desperate for my fingers as well, huh?” In that moment, you felt as if you could vanish into the ground, fully realizing the intensity of the situation.

[abbyromanoff]

Can you do kinda like a porno trope thing where the reader is a milf who needs help fixing something and GP beefy mechanic nat comes over to help and they end up having sex after lots of sexual tension (like reader touching Nat’s muscles or nat staring at readers boobs or ass) with daddy kink, praise and breeding

A hot affair

Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: the ask just written down basically

Word count: 2185

Warnings: smut, small angst, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, praising, degrading, slapping, cheating, talks of cnc, anal, reader is a milf

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

A knock at your door brought you out of your thoughts as you walked to the front of the house to greet the plumber. The sight you saw wasn’t one that you expected, there stood a tall woman, probably close to six feet with her muscles bulging out of her shirt. She smiled at you as her red hair shined in the sunlight. You composed yourself and let the woman in, staring at her larger ass as she walked inside the house.

Your husband and kids were gone, the kids being at school while your partner was at work until 7:00 PM leaving you and Nat alone. You directed her to the toilet that she had to fix, stating the object won’t flush. She immediately got to work as you made your way into the living room, grabbing your broom and continuing with your sweeping.

Nat was able to figure out the issue in no time, she didn’t understand why your husband was too lazy to fix it himself but at least she’s getting paid. Gathering her tools into her tool box she walked out of the room only to find you bent over using a little broom and dustpan. From here she could see a clear view of your ass as your skirt slightly rose to show a small bit of your white panties. She quietly pulled out her phone and snatched a photo before you turned around, jumping slightly when seeing her.

“Oh god, you scared me!” “Sorry about that, but uh, I finished, the toilet is now working. It was just a small jam in the back, nothing too bad. If you’d like I can show you how to fix it in case it ever happens again.” She was never this nice, maybe it was your attractiveness that made her drawn to you. You hesitantly agreed, now being seemingly nervous around the woman. Once you returned the cleaning item to the kitchen she walked you to the bathroom, resting her hand on your lower back almost touching your butt. When you entered the washroom she made you lean over to look at the back of the small machine, showing you exactly how she repaired it.

“Oh okay, thank you so much. I’ll go get your money, how much did I owe you again.” You grabbed your purse from your room as soon as she finished, trying to get her hands off of you as you remembered you’re married.

Nat sighed before answering, “Uh, it was $186 dollars, you can just send me the money on-” She cut herself off as she saw your now larger looking breasts under your v-line shirt. You looked up to see what she was going to say until you noticed her eyes trained on your slightly exposed chest, bringing your shirt up a bit to cover it as you handled the money. When noticing you were eight dollars short you cursed to yourself under your breath and turned to look at her apologetically.

“I’m eight dollars short, is there any way I could pay you on ApplePay or something?” “Oh no it’s f-” When she was about to finish her sentence she realized her mistake and quickly stopped herself, a smirk growing on her face as she thought of what to do.

“Well, that money is really important and sadly I don’t have ApplePay,” That was a lie. “But not to worry, I think I know another way you could make up for those eight dollars.” You were about to ask how until she leaned in for a bruising kiss making you stumble a bit. You didn’t kiss back, as attractive as she was, you knew you had to stay loyal to your husband even if he is an asshole. When she didn’t feel you kissing back she retreated, looking at you like you just told her that her family died.

“Why aren’t you kissing back?” She asked with pure hurt in her tone, she didn’t know why she felt so much pain from your denial but she did. You looked down, placing your hands on her strong chest as you sighed.

“Nat, I’m married. As hot as you are and as much as I’d love to kiss you, I still have a family.” You started to move away from her but she grabbed your arms before you could, her eyebrows furrowing at your words.

“But your husband is terrible, I heard you two talking on the phone and I mean, do you really want that asshole? He treats you like you’re dirt when you’re clearly not.” Her words made you want to smile but remembering the situation, you held back.

“And if I did kiss you? How do I know you wouldn’t treat me the same way?” She looked like you just stabbed her in the heart, pure betrayal even if you barely knew her.

“Let me show just how well I’ll treat you.” When she leaned in to kiss you, you didn’t back away, you accepted the touch and let your walls fall down. The kiss was sweet, magical even as she used her hands to lightly rub your sides and slide down to grope your bottom. You lightly jumped at the contact and Nat chuckled dryly as she moved her head down to your neck, planning to leave marks that your husband would see from a mile away. You groaned at the feeling of her lightly biting your skin and played with her red locks as she did so, not caring that she was leaving hickeys. Her curious fingers trailed to under your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties as she loathed in the small wet spot lying upon the undergarments.

“Please Nat, please fuck me.” You begged quietly, embarrassed with how needy you sounded.

“You need to be more specific than that baby, you gotta tell me what you need.” “Need your fingers, I need you to fuck me with your fingers!” She groaned and bent you over the counter, tracing your panties once again before inserting the digits into you. You bit your lip to not release any sounds but Nat wasn’t having that, she wanted to hear just how good she was making you feel. Grasping your lower lip she yanked it out of the hold your teeth had on it and made you look at her as her two fingers sped up its pace.

“Look at me when I fuck you sweetheart. Yeah, that’s it, look at daddy.” The title she gave herself shocked you slightly but turned you on, the thought of calling her that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Please daddy! Please fuck me harder!” “You want it harder? You’re such a dirty little slut, begging daddy to fuck you as if she isn’t already.” You nodded, not really knowing what she said but just wanting her to fulfill your request. She complied and thrusted her slick fingers into your tight hole faster, feeling you clench around them. She muttered dirty words under her breath as she listened to your moans and the squelching sounds from your pussy. You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you reached your peak, not warning the younger woman first.

When she realized that you were cumming she quickly removed her fingers, slapping your ass in a warning.

“Did you just cum without permission?” Her words along with the tone scared you, you didn’t realize you had to ask her to cum. You started spewing out apologies as she gave you a disapproving look.

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know I had to ask a-and I didn’t even realize I was going to cum, I promise.” She softened up at your words and you relaxed knowing she wasn’t mad at you.

“Oh my poor baby, you haven’t had an orgasm in a long time, have you?” When you nodded she continued, a cute pout on her face. “Of course you haven’t, I don’t expect that husband of yours to know what he’s doing and you, you my precious angel probably don’t even know how to masturbate.” She could tell what the answer was with your embarrassed face, laughing slightly as she started rubbing her bulge on your backside.

“Fuck, wish I could just fill this sexy ass up with my dick. You’d let me, wouldn't you? You’d let me fuck your ass even if you didn’t want it? You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you even if you didn’t want it, I know you would you perfect little whore.” As much as you wanted to deny it, she wasn’t lying. You wanted so badly for her to take you without your consent, but for now that would just be your dirty little secret. While you were stuck in thought she had already taken off her pants and only when she started rubbing herself on your clit did you return back to the real world. When she alined herself up with your gaping hole you thought she would finally fill you up, but she didn’t. No, she just sat there waiting for you to plead her, waiting for you to take matters into your own hands and lean into her length.

“Beg me for my cock princess, fucking beg me.” “Please daddy, please! I want you to stuff me full so badly! I need you to put your babies in me, need your fat cock filling me up.” Your words made her shutter, thinking about pumping you with so much cum that you get pregnant made her even harder. Pre-cum dripped from her wanting length as she started to slip inside of you slowly, wanting to be careful as to not hurt you. When she was all the way inside of you she didn’t move, she waited for your thumbs up which you quickly gave, wanting her to fuck you already.

“Mm, so tight princess, can barely even fit.” Her arms wrapped around your torso as she started a slow pace, only quickening when you begged her to go faster.

“My little slut wants me to destroy their pussy? They want me to use their tight little hole as a fleshlight, use you for my pleasure only?” When you nodded it was like something switched inside of her, she slammed her cock in and out of you as you shook beneath her, your breasts bouncing back and forth with every move. She removed one of her arms around you and slapped your ass repeatedly, watching as the smooth skin turned a shade of red. She brought her fingers to trace your buttock, teasing the small hole that layed upon it.

“Will you let me finger your ass baby? I would use my cock but I’m a little busy fucking your perfect little pussy.” She didn’t give you time to respond as she slowly started to sink her digit into your ass, moving in and out without giving you time to breathe.

“Daddy! Too much!” She shook her head even though you couldn’t see it, denying what you said.

“No, no, no sweetheart, it’s not too much. You can take it, just be my good girl and let daddy play with you. You said you’d let me do anything I wanted right? Even without your consent?” You yelled out a ‘yes!’ as you barely even gave it time to think about, just aiming to please Nat in whatever way she wanted. She chuckled dryly and added a second finger, watching as your face contorted into a pained one.

“Daddy, think I’m gonna cum. Can I cum please?” Noticing you fixed your earlier mistake and asked to cum made her smile, as much as she wanted to torture you for hours and not let you have that release she knew you so desperatly needed it.

“Cum for daddy baby, be my good little toy and cum all over my cock.” With her permission you finally let go, your legs shaking as the pleasure coursed through you. Nat finally let herself finish as she came inside of you, filling up your cunt like she wanted so badly.

“I’m cumming baby, let me fill this fucking pussy with my cum. I’ll make sure you get pregnant, wanna watch as your stomach grows all big and round, these sexy tits getting full with milk. I promise I’ll take care of you, I’ll fuck you everyday and make sure you stay pregnant, you’ll never have to see that shitty excuse of a husband ever again.” You could barely register her words as you were too engrossed in getting yourself off.

When your breathing returned to a normal and Nat finally pulled out she fingered her come back inside of you and licked them clean, slowly removing her other digits out of your tight ass and watching as it clenched around nothing. She grabbed a notepad and a pen, writing down her number and handing it to you.

“I want you to call me over the weekend, make sure your husband is here so he can hear how well I’m fucking you.”

[magecrafts]

MENACE

natasha romanoff x reader ; you've never been more helpless. nat likes you best like that.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, cnc, unsafe bdsm practices, no aftercare, somnophilia, heavy choking, one single mention of medical kink

RATED E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT ; 18+

a/n: i think i remember how to do this. cheers.

Natasha Romanoff is grumpy when you meet her (and sporting a week’s worth of insomnia under her eyes and wearing a tee that’s a little too tight, too, but as appealing as both of those are neither endears you as much as her furrowed brow and little frown).

Two weeks later you’re on recon with her, some assignment dropped into your lap an hour before wheels were expected to be up.

“You’re going into the field, rookie,” Stark told you, and, “Romanoff will babysit you, but if you’re as good as your resume claims you shouldn’t need her.”

Recon only. No engagement unless necessary.

The two of you post up in a slimy cave high in the mountains, half a mile above the entrance to a long forgotten mine that may or may not be the newest hideout of one of Stark’s most-wanted. It’s a stupid assignment, Stark could have sent drones, but you reckon he just wants to see how well you do with bullshit assignments, last minute takeoffs, and taking orders.

“Could be fun,” Natasha says, dangling a flask in front of your face.

“Is this a test?”

She smiles.

An hour later you’re tipsy and breaking a protein bar in half to split for dinner.

“I know this is bullshit,” she says, and to her credit she does sound apologetic, “but Tony likes to test people. He wants to see you prove yourself, you know, make it known that you’re as competent as you are on paper.”

You can’t say that’s not fair. This is, after all, no nine-to-five, but, “How am I supposed to prove myself when there’s fuck-all to do?”

Natasha laughs.

An hour later Natasha’s her own stoic version of piss drunk, you’re far worse off, and you’re staring at each other with a vigor that would scare the hell out of you even if she weren’t your immediate supervisor.

But you’ve always liked fear.

You make the first move: you crawl onto her lap, sink down against toned thighs, and tuck in. Her lips are warm, softer than you’re used to, and she doesn’t protest. She licks into your mouth and clamps her hands around your thighs and though you’ve never crossed a boundary like this before, you can’t see yourself ever going back.

Natasha makes the first move next time.

When she asks you out for drinks the week after you return you assume the address she sends you will be a bar.

It’s her apartment.

Bold.

She answers the door in black fatigues and a tank top and takes you right to her bedroom, sinks down on the edge of the California king, and puts you on her lap. She likes you there, where she can reach all of you, where your chest presses up against hers, and your mouth is right there for the taking. She’s gentle until you push your hands through her hair and tell her, “You don’t have to be so nice, you know.”

She’s never gentle after that.

She likes throwing you around, and likes that you can take it, knows it makes your heart flutter and your cheeks flush when she reminds you time and again how much stronger than you she is. On your back is how she likes you best, with your legs spread open and your knees pushed back as close to your chest as they’ll go.

Sometimes she’ll clamp a hand around your throat and dig her nails into the soft skin beneath your jaw until you can’t breath and you’re clawing at her arm and your vision’s starting to go. Sometimes she won’t let go at all, not until you slip away and your body slackens and she’s left fucking a fake cock into your helpless cunt.

You don’t know what she does to you when you’re out cold until she starts to film it.

Filthy fucking videos, those are, full of her laughter and your inability to protest while she does things like stuff her fist into your sloppy hole or perform a full pelvic exam wherein she dons rubber gloves and leaves you gaping around a speculum far longer than any licensed practitioner ever would.

“Look at you,” she’ll say later after she slaps you back to consciousness and queues up her newest video, “you’re so easy to break.”

It’s easier when you come back to with your mouth empty; when she brings you back and you’ve still got your own panties stuffed into your mouth she never lets you pull them out to catch your breath until she’s had her fun holding you down while you struggle to regain your hold on the world.

Sometimes you wake back up on your own while she’s in the middle of things. You either love or hate those times the most, but you’re never sure which.

“...doesn’t matter if you don’t want it,” she’s saying this time, and she’s blurry above you (and there are three of her and three sets of nails carving jagged red lines down your torso, but you know there will only be one of each in a minute or two), “gonna fuck your whore pussy anyway and you’re going—to—take—it.”

“—Nat—”

“Look who’s awake.”

You can hear the smirk in her voice, can see the bright white glare of her cell camera, and you’re sure you look like hell and that she’s going to give you shit for that later, but that’s the least of your worries.

“Stark should fire you,” she says. “Maybe he will once he finds out you’ve been getting your stupid hole stuffed on camera for months. Or maybe he’d like your little videos. Maybe he’d even want a turn with you, huh? Would you like that?”

No, but only because by her rules you're not allowed to think about anyone else like that.

But you can't say that, not unless you want her to go and make it happen. You learned long ago that Natasha Romanoff is nothing if not genuine in her threats.

“Maybe I would,” you say, low and hoarse, and it almost sounds like a growl.

She finds a pressure point and digs in, and, “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me,” she says, and you’re out again.

The next morning you wake up to the sun cutting through the window and warming your bare back, waking with you the memories of the night before and bringing it all to a boil in your belly. You want to relive them. You want her to fuck you again, to stuff you full and flood you with desperation and desire.

She pulls the sheets from your body and flips you onto your back, coasting a hand up your shin as she settles at the foot of the bed.

“Show me your pussy,” she says, soft, mocking, like she’s requesting the easiest thing in the world from the dumbest little thing she’s ever met.

Your knees part, legs falling open without thought, and you can tell the slick between your thighs from the night before is still there.

She lifts her brows and looks.

“You look sloppy,” she says, pulling your lips apart and dragging a nail over your clit. “Let me make it worse.” She slaps you before you have time to think and though it hurts it’s the lingering sting that pulls a cry from your throat. It’s been a while since she’s hit you like this, between the thighs, where the shame hurts worse than anything else.

The next time you see it coming, but you don’t stop her. You don’t even bother to keep your legs from trying to clamp shut when she slaps your cunt for the second time, you just screw your eyes shut and force your legs open again because for that you know she won’t stop until you’re crying and begging her to do something—anything—to get you off.

It takes you a minute to focus up when she’s done, to familiarize yourself with the steady throb between your legs and the warm pressure of Natasha pushing something into you.

She’s kneeling between your legs, hands clamped around your thighs to keep them apart as she lazily fucks into you with a cock as thick as your forearm.

“Look at that,” she says with a little laugh. “Even when you’re looser than a ten-cent hooker I can still find something to stretch you out with.”

And you know she can feel you clenching as she tries to ease out, like you’re pulling her in, and if she were any man she’d be spent in sixty seconds or less, but her stamina knows no bounds and even as your hole gushes with relief she’s still driving into you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Part 1

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, stalking, innocence kink, dacryphilia, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.6k

K.P. Masterlist

Bonnie's life was on the line.. again.

The Other Side was collapsing, time was running out and as the anchor to the crumbling realm, she knew she wouldn't be spared. She stopped at her home and let Rose know. The news absolutely crushed her sister. Rose felt like she just got her back from when she died last summer. Becoming the anchor was her second chance at life but now it was being ripped away. Rose didn't even have time to argue a solution before she squeezed her in a tight hug and said goodbye. She was out the door, dashing off to pull Elena, Damon, and the others back from the Other Side.

Rose watched as the door shut behind her, wiping the wetness from her eyes before charging into Sheila Bennett's in-home study. From her life as a practicing witch and occult studies professor, their late grandmother had shelves full of ancient grimoires, scrolls, texts and items so she ought to have something that could save Bonnie. As the minutes ticked by, the piles of useless books stacked around her grew with her desperation.

"There's nothing here!" she muttered, slamming the heavy grimoire closed. The force rattled the desk and the shelf above it, knocking a scroll down in front of her. Rose blinked away her frustrated tears and lifted the dusty scroll, blowing it with her breath to reveal the Latin handwriting and symbols.

After pulling her friends back to the living world, Bonnie anticipated the approaching light. She glanced back, meeting Elena's solemn gaze. They all gathered behind her, no words left to say as they watched their beloved witch meet the very fate she had saved them from. She knew she couldn't save herself and she accepted that. She only hoped that within the next few moments she would find peace with her grams and father.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a jolt of energy lance through her. Something changed. When she opened them, she was amongst the others but Rose stood a few feet away, the wind of the collapsing dimension tossing her brown curls, the white light reflecting off her face.

Horror gripped her when she realized she was no longer linked to the Other Side, Rose was.

She offered Bonnie an apologetic smile as she watched tears bead down her shocked face.

"I love you, Bonnie," she uttered just before the light consumed her completely...

and she was gone.

The brightness subsided as the wind around her settled to a calm hush. Rose could finally open her eyes and found that she was standing in the same place, at the boarder of Mystic Falls but everyone had disappeared.

She dashed around town calling out Bonnie's name, looking for her, their friends or anyone but it was completely deserted. She stopped to catch her breath in the middle of the town square, the usually bustling epicenter was empty. That's when panic set in, worrying that she was actually dead, though this didn't seem like the “peace” described or even hell. For that matter, she didn't feel dead, in fact she felt very much alive something she realized when her stomach growled. “Dead people don't get hungry," she told herself as she walked into the Mystic Grill. Much like everywhere else, the Grill was desolate. She made her way into the kitchen and found it fully stocked with alcohol and food that seemed up to date, so the town couldn't have been abandoned too long ago, she thought. Rose made a quick sandwich and walked toward the bar when her eyes fell upon the bulletin board. She nearly dropped her plate when she read the date on the calendar.

May 9th, 1994.

It didn't take long for him to notice that things were different. After 18 years of complete solitude, he grew accustomed to the consistency of the realm. His strong ability to detect the presence of magic, made it all the more obvious to him when the young Bennett witch touched down in his prison world. He tracked her down to a Virginian town called Mystic Falls where he first saw her in the living room nose deep in a grimoire. He slipped through an unlocked door and watched her silently out of her view. He figured she was looking for anything that would explain where she is or how to escape but she likely wouldn't find anything in those texts. Luckily for her, he planned on revealing everything...

In due time.

Just over a week passed and unbeknownst to her, Kai was watching the entire time. He’d stay up while she slept, curled up with her fuzzy plush lamb she called lamby. Most nights she’d clutch the stuffed toy to her chest and just cry herself to sleep. Like a sad shelter commercial, he enjoyed the pathetic display, though he hated the little white lamb with a passion, fantasizing about how much more she’d cry if she woke up and it’s head was cut off.

He observed everything, from her tendency to talk to herself to the she way she put tension in her lips when she was concentrating on the Latin of her texts. Clearly, she was a beginner and her general naivety would come to his advantage once he finally decided to make his move.

Rose swayed her hips as she rounded the corner, pushing her grocery cart while singing along to ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney on her Walkman. He sat in a fold up lawn chair in the center aisle of the otherwise empty market, munching on a bag of pork rinds and watching with an amused grin, wondering when she would finally notice him. After deciding on a box of Count Chocula, she finally turned from the shelves and their eyes met. Her mouth fell open as she paused the tape and lowered the headphones from her ears. He smiled and gave a slight wave.

“Were you there the whole time?” She blurted breathlessly, taking him in. His face had a pleasant balance of soft and sharp features that made him both cute and intimidating and a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. The dark brunette wore a hooded jacket styled over a graphic tee, denim jeans and worn out converse.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded amazing by the way.”

Her cheeks burned, “t-thank you… umm who are you?”

“Sorry, manners, I’m Kai. Nice to meet you.” He set aside the bag and stood up from the chair. Her eyes followed his ascent until he stood fully, towering over her. “And you are…?”

Her ears got hot. “Oh right! Rose- I’m Rose… excuse me, I haven’t spoken to another person in a while. I promise I’m not normally this awkward…” she sighed and averted her gaze downwards.

Kai shoved his hands in his pockets, “can’t be any worse than me I've been here since the very beginning.”

“You’ve been all alone for 18 years?" she uttered in disbelief.

Kai forced a laugh, “It's not so bad. There’s no traffic, everything’s free and privacy isn’t an issue… now, there is the crippling loneliness but that only creeps in once in a while.” He casually plopped back down on his chair and grabbed his chip bag.

“There’s no way out of here, is there?” She sighed.

"Nope, not unless you happen to be a Bennett witch…” he scoffed as though the thought were incredulous and popped a rind in his mouth.

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, I am! I am a Bennett witch.”

Kai grinned, “well then the odds just got a lot better.”

“So, is Kai short for something?” She asked as they walked back to her place. Kai offered to push the cart for her.

“Malachai,” he replied.

“Malachai,” she practiced softly.

“But I prefer Kai,” he tagged on.

“What about you, Rose is short for what? Rosemary or… Rosalie?”

She giggled. "You’re close, it’s Rosalina but I prefer Rose.”

“Rosalina... that's pretty, much more fitting if you ask me.” The way he said her name made her want to bite her lip but she opted to return his smile instead.

“This is me,” she announced when they came to her house. She led him inside where he was kind enough to help her put away the groceries.

“So, what is this place?” she asked.

“One of many prison worlds created by the Gemini coven. Anyone who opposes them is gifted their own personal hell dimension. I got mine on my 22nd birthday.”

“Why would they do that to you?”

He sighed, “most of it is coven politics- what you know and who you know, ya’ know? Long story short, my family betrayed me for more power. I don’t really like thinking about it.”

Rose understood and decided not to pry. “So, you know how to get us out of here?”

Kai leaned forward on the counter while he explained the Gemini coven always left a back door to their prison worlds and it was called an ascendant. Under the direct light of a solar eclipse a Bennett witch is to use her magic and blood to activate the device and transport them back to the real world. “We’re going to need a locator spell to find the ascendant. Without my magic, I haven’t been able to find it.”

“When is the next eclipse?” Rose asked.

“Time works a little differently here… the month of May repeats itself over and over, starting with the 9th. Every third time May 9th comes around the eclipse happens.”

"The last eclipse just passed a few nights ago… that means we have about three months to wait.”

“On the bright side, we have plenty of time to find the ascendant,” He noted with an optimistic air. It amazed her how he managed to be so hopeful and positive even after being trapped for 18 years. “After all this time, 3 months is nothing,” he murmured.

She thanked him for helping her with her groceries. “Well, I’m going to make stuffed chicken for dinner. You can stay if you want.”

“You just met me and you’re asking me to stay for dinner… I mean, I could be a serial killer,” he finished with a charming smirk.

“You’re too nice to be a serial killer,” she put matter-of-factly while taking out the chicken breasts.

“Ted Bundy was nice,” he retorted.

She smiled at his wit. “Are you staying or not? Because I need to know if I’m making one chicken breast or two.”

Kai relented, “Oh, alright. How can I say no to stuffed chicken?”

[tommydarlings]

all good things come in threes | a.b

pairing: mean!dom!police!officer!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, chocking mentions of handprint’s, bondage, inappropriate use of that black; wide grid in a police car, inappropriate use of handcuffs, orgasm denial, veeeeery brief mention of cnc -> extended version!! (3.8k)

w/c: 2.2k

summary: After being pulled over — for speeding, by the same cop for two times already, you should have learned your lesson, right? Yeah… you didn’t — and now you've got to face the consequences.

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Growing up with two older brothers, racing a normal car through the busy streets of California was normal and one of the best and most thrilling things for you.

But definitely not one of the smartest thing you’ve learned from your brothers.

Did you do it anyway? Knowing that you could get caught by a cop but ignoring it because of the adrenaline that it’s giving you? Of course.

So after already being stopped and pulled to the side by this blonde, tall cop — for two times, you should have already learned your lesson, right?

Yeah… no. You didn’t.

And now you have to face the blue flashing lights again for the third time in four months already.

“How could I be so dumb, god.” You mumbled quietly to yourself before the office knocked on your window, signalling you with his hand to roll it down and let him have a talk with you.

And there he was again, the blonde, tall, honestly very attractive police officer with a stern and not so happy gaze pointed towards your nervous facial expression.

“Well hello, y/n.” He said with a tilt of his head, smug grin painted on his clean face.

You furrowed your brows and cleared your throat before answering, “shouldn’t a police officer always address the driver by their last name, sir?”

His grin briefly fell while he changed his position, gulping as he balanced himself by with his arms on your door, eyes quickly shifting into the dark night sky before they came back to yours.

He cleared this throat aswell, “I think we saw each other already so many times that I can address you by your first name, don’t you think so y/n?” He told you deeply.

“But you don’t even have-”

“I don’t think that you are here in the position to tell me what to do, kid.” He swiftly interrupted you.

You quickly put your slightly nervous gaze away from his stern one, licking your lips.

“I'm not a kid, officer.” You told him before you crossed your arms. The visibly older man raised his brows as he saw you crossing your arms, basically asking you with his eyes if you're sure.

You gulped as soon as you caught him looking at the position of your arms and uncrossed them again, eyes now fixated at your steering wheel, mentally cursing yourself out.

“Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath, now slowly realising how fucked you actually are. The blonde officer briefly chuckled, “Yeah, that’s what I would say aswell if I would be in your position now.” He commented with a dirty grin, pleasingly rubbing the trouble's that you’ve got now in your face, not showing any kind of mercy.

In a quick motion you turned into his direction again and bit your lip, “Look, sir.” You started your apologetic statement as you slightly lifted your head to properly look at him, noticing how his position shifted again for whatever reason that you didn’t understand.

“I messed up again and I am aware of that and I am also aware of the consequences-”

“I actually do not think that you are aware of the consequences-”

“No, I-”

“Let me finish my sentence, alright?” Angrily tilting his head again before he went on while you closed your mouth this time. “I actually do not think that you are aware of the consequences or you wouldn’t have done it, little one.”

You furrowed your brows at the new nickname. You didn’t even knew his last name but I think that was the tiniest problem you're having right now.

“Now you can open that mouth of yours again and speak.” The office told you as he waited for your continuation, tiny grin on his face again.

You took a deep breath, “I am.” You quietly told him.

“Louder please, can’t understand you, kid.” You threw him an angry gaze at the childish nickname he invented for you before you went on,

“I am aware of the consequences but I-” then you decided to speak quieter again, slightly scared of the officers reaction, “I just don’t really care.” You gulped before looking at him.

He tilted his head and furrowed his brows at your choice of tone, “What was that?” He asked you sternly.

You bit your lip again.

“Stop doing that and repeat in a louder and clearer tone what you’ve said, c'mon I ain’t got all day for you.” He said in a deep and raspy tone, making it clear that he’s definitely slightly annoyed by your behaviour.

“I just don’t really care, sir.” You repeated in a louder tone, just like he asked, eyes now focused on the black steering wheel again, looking at it like it’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen, nervously waiting for his response.

But that never came, at least not like how you expected it.

He removed himself from your door, standing infront of your car with his arms crossed, eyes looking down at you through the open window, obviously flexing his biceps as he bit the inner side of his cheek.

“Out of the car.” He ordered in a rather quiet tone.

With once again, furrowed brows and a confused facial expression — you put your gaze away from the now not so interesting steering wheel anymore and raised your head to look at the tall and lengthy man infront of your car.

After he noticed that you won’t obey right away, he sighed and uncrossed his arms, opening your car door.

“Out of the car, I said.” The now not so happy looking Office told you sternly, definitely not playing any kind of trick on you.

Damn it, you didn’t knew that he would be so fed up with your shit.

“Okay.” You quietly obeyed, slowly and gently steeping out of your car, positioning yourself right infront of the pretty mad looking officer now.

He slammed the metal car door, eyes never leaving your visibly curious but also confused ones while you waited for him to speak up.

The officer that you still didn’t know the name of cleared his throat, fingers of his right hand playing with the handcuffs that are fixated on his dark blue pants.

“How about we get into my car and discuss your punishment there, alright?” He told you as he tilted his head into the direction of his police car. You briefly looked over into the direction of where his car was standing before you turned your head back again and looked up at him, nodding with your head.

You definitely didn’t wanted to get into even more trouble, so you had no other choice than to follow him.

After the two of you sat yourself down in the modern car — him on the driver’s seat while you were sitting on the passenger’s seat, fingers playing with the edges of your black skirt before you’ve noticed how he suddenly grabbed a little notebook and a pen, writing something down.

“W-What.” You began to stutter, “What are you doing, sir?” Looking over into his lap where he placed the notebook.

He furrowed his brows and looked over to you, “I'm writing you a ticket-”

You slightly gasped, “P-Please, no! I am so sorry officer, it won’t happen again I promise, please!” You quickly started rambling, voice small and a tiny bit unsure as you begged him with big, pleading eyes.

“It already happened two times, kid, tell me one reason why you wouldn’t do it a fourth time.” He commented after you finished your little rambling session.

You gulped again, “B-Because.” Quickly thinking of something smart to say to get rid of that dirty Ticket he wants to hand you, “Because I’ve learned my lesson now?” Saying it more like a question than a normal confident sentence.

The handsome blonde raised his brows, “Oh really? Did you?” He asked you in a serious way.

You quickly nodded, gulping as you did so, “Uhm, y-yeah, officer.” Sounding more unsure than ever.

This time, he didn’t commented anything, nothing. He also didn’t chuckle or smile, it almost look like he was thinking about something.

After a few seconds of slightly uncomfortable silence, he put the pen and the notebook away, sighing as he did so before he turned around and paid his entire attention to you. You still played with the edges of your skirt, briefly noticing how the officer's eyes suddenly shift down towards your thighs and moving fingers.

Ohhhhhh.

The blonde man cleared his throat before putting gaze back to yours, “Well, since I know your name Ms. Y/l/n, i think that it’s only fair when you know mine, am I right?” He asked you in a deep tone.

You gulped, nodding, “Uhm, y-yes, sir.” Brushing your hair back, “you're right.”

He nodded, “good.” Eyes fixated on your naked thighs again, noticing how you're playing with the edges of the short piece of clothing. “If you oh so badly don’t want that ticket, then let’s make a deal alright?” He said.

You furrowed brows, slightly tilting your head as you waited for him to offer you the deal.

The officer came a bit closer to you, leaning his body forward, pointer finger now slowly going up and down the skins of your thigh.

He bit his inner cheek, “You won’t get that little, ugly ticket if I am allowed to make you scream my name, either that or you won’t get out of the ticket, nor you’ll get to know my name.” The blonde man told you in a quiet tone, hand now coming closer to your thong, gently touching the soft material.

You opened your mouth but weren’t able to say anything, especially not when his lips brushed your delicate neck,

“What do you say, hmm?”

You gulped as his fingertips toyed with your thong, nodding after some seconds of enjoying his soft lips on your neck.

“Y-Yes please.” You said.

He slowly kissed your neck, “Good, then get in backseat, now.” Giving your thigh a small slap, leaving you and leaning his figure back in his seat.

You bit your lip before a very interesting and quite ridiculous idea popped into your head.

Instead of just opening the car door and leaving the car to get into the backseat, you turned around and crawled into the backseat, in a rather slow motion, making sure that he got a good and long view of your almost entirely bare ass.

“Fuck.” You heard him mumble under his breath while you sat yourself down onto the comfortable seats, big eyes now looking at him.

The tall man quickly brushed his hair back before he opened the car door and slammed it shut, opening your door and looking down at your neatly sitting figure on the backseat.

“You like to play around don’t you? You're that little brat that everybody excepts to be an obedient little girl but that’s exactly what you're not, am I right?” He muttered deeply whilst he got into the car and grabbed your neck, pulling your head forward and harshly colliding your lips with his.

You whimpered into his mouth as you heard the words, already growing extremely wet from his voice.

He sat himself down and put your body onto his lap, palms squeezing your ass through your black skirt while you glided your hands over his face and neck, pulling him even closer as you both moaned inbetween the messy kisses.

He groaned into your mouth as he noticed how you slowly started to rub yourself against his clothed hard on, only slightly grinding down onto him.

“F-Fucking hell.” Officer 'you still didn’t knew the name of' growled before his hands left your ass and removed your top. He licked his lips as he saw your breasts, palms already touching them in the perfect ways, making you throw your head back while he attacked your neck.

While he was busy kissing, biting and licking your neck, he removed one of his palms from your breast and freed his very visible erection.

As soon as you noticed that one of his palms left your breast, you looked down and saw his erection.

You’ve never seen something that big and wide, that’s for sure.

Right before you gasped at his size — he put your thong to the side and let his fingers slide through your wet folds, making you grip his dark blue police uniform.

“You really don’t want to have that ugly ticket, don’t you pretty girl? Already so wet for me.” He whispered as he entered your desperate pussy with his fingers, making you gasp once again.

He chuckled, “If you're already gasping now then I am not entirely sure if you're able to handle my cock, sweetness.” He told you before he retreated his fingers from your pussy, one hand now grabbing his big dick while the other one got a hold of your hip, steadily holding you.

“Sit down baby, c'mon.”

[gabessquishytum]

hi hello i desperately need hob as the bottom in this tweet https://twitter.com/dooms_daisy/status/1557977896043646981 and i don't even care about the scenario like? skinny little virgin twink hob and older dream? alpha dream in rut dubcon claiming his mate? dark (and big) dream fucking hob in the dreaming? porn studio au destruction doing a cnc scene with hob? i don't even care i am just. SO feral.

-🐈‍⬛

I am making extremely incoherent noises. I want ALL of the scenarios you’ve mentioned above. I’m actually clawing at the walls. Gonna return to my roots here and think about some big!Dream…

Just. Hob writhing on his belly against the sheets, digging his hands into the mattress and trying to get some leverage to crawl away. He’s… beyond the point of being able to speak. Every time he manages to move, Dream grabs him by the waist and hauls him back again, claws sinking into his flesh. Hob asked for this, he wanted it, he wants to be pulled and forced back onto the massive flared head of Dream’s cock. Dream is as gentle as he is harsh and he’s all soft words, all apologies as Hob cries. He’s speared open so wide it shouldn’t be possible but Dream needs to get further in, just a bit more. It feels like there must be yards of his cock inside Hob’s body but there’s still more to go. He’s got tears and snot all over his face and he feels so small under Dream’s body, pinned by the unearthly weight of him, the sheer enormity of everything that Dream is. This is the reality of being fucked by the collective unconsciousness of the universe. And the animal inside Hob is terrified, is trying to crawl away… only to be pulled back. Pinned down. Overwhelmed and used.

And Dream is so sorry, so apologetic but he just needs Hob to be good a little longer. Just a few more minutes. Dream will be good to him when it’s all over. Hob can have anything he wants, he just needs to be good and still and quiet. Just a bit longer… there’s a good boy.