#dark drabble

[whimsyvixen]

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Resident Evil Drabble

Pairing: Lord Dimitrescu x Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: You learn that you can never refuse your Lord's desire for you.

WARNINGS/TAGS: dark smut, rape/noncon elements, extremely dubious consent, explicit content, teratophilia, master/slave, monster/human, overstimulation, forced pleasure, table sex, dacryphilia, food kink? Lord D likes to attend to you, unprotected sex, creampie, very obvious size difference since he's literally fucking 9'' tall.

A/N: Guess my perverted ass did want to write more filth for this man. Gonna have to dedicate this to all those Lord D fans out there 💋!! I changed up his design a little so I hope you still like it!

The castle was cold, goosebumps rising on your skin and making your nipples stiff beneath your dress. You couldn’t suppress shivering, folding your arms over your chest to try to stay warm, unknowingly giving your Lord a flattering view of your cleavage. You squeezed your legs together, mortified when you could still feel it swirling inside you, Lord Dimitrescu’s gift to you filling your womb. 

After swallowing the last bite of food on your plate, you looked up nervously to your right, flinching at the intense look your captor threw your way. He was a giant, making you feel like little more than a doll seated at the table, the satin, maroon night dress you had donned making you self conscious from how thin it was. It did little to hide every imperfection or curve along your body, making you lift your shoulders up defensively as his eyes traveled down your seated form. 

He filled up your cup, the red liquid swirling around the glass making you uneasy as it reminded you of the color of blood. You didn’t bother to reach for it, Lord Dimitrescu already bringing it to your lips to coax you to drink it. He held your chin gently, his eyes focused on your puckered lips as he raised the glass. To your relief, it tasted like ordinary wine (albeit with a very rich texture) and not the metallic taste you feared. The liquid ran smoothly down your throat, a trickle escaping the corner of your mouth to trail down the length of your neck to slide between your breasts. 

Lord Dimitrescu’s attention was fixated there, bringing a calloused thumb to trace the path of the droplet, grazing the numerous bites and hickeys littered across your neck and shoulders along the way. When he tugged down the front of your dress, exposing your naked tits to his hungry gaze, you had to resist the urge to scoot away from him, gripping the sides of your chair tightly to allow him to inspect you. 

The feeling of his warm palm caressing your globe had you biting your lip, unwilling to let him know much comfort it brought to your freezing body. When he tugged on your nipple, squeezing the tiny nub between his thumb and forefinger, you couldn't contain your small mewl, breathing shallowly as your nerves lit up with your arousal. He shifted his gaze back to your heated face, taking in your tortured expression with a smile before leaning down to kiss you gently on your soft lips. 

It started out innocently, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing manner as he continued to grope at your plump breast. It had you sighing into the kiss, your body responding to his soft touch as it warmed up your body. When you felt his other hand squeeze your inner thigh, you gasped allowing his tongue to breach past your lips to plunder the hot caverns of your mouth. From there, the open mouth kiss turned heated, your tongues dancing aggressively against each other, Lord Dimitrescu growling deeply with every muffled moan escaping your sweet lips. The hand on your thigh traveled up to push your dress out of his way, his thick fingers brushing against your swollen folds to make you jolt in your seat. You flinched away at the contact, your wet lips disconnecting from his sensual mouth when you shoved him away from you.

“I, I..” you stuttered out the words, snapping your legs closed to prevent him from touching you further. “I don’t…” You cast your eyes down, trying to explain yourself when a stony expression crossed his face. “It still hurts.”

Your response only had him raising an eyebrow, Lord Dimitrescu clearly not pleased with your reluctance to service him once more.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you off your chair. He sat you on top of the table, amused at your little shocked gasp before pushing his chair back to kneel before you. He brought his hands up to his neck to begin unbuttoning his shirt, showing off the broad expanse of his chest and muscled form as he pulled the fabric to the sides. You couldn’t look away from his body, your mind replaying the events of last night when you lay under him, screaming and moaning out in ecstasy as he took you over and over, uncaring of your sobs as he brought you to climax after climax. 

When he applied pressure on your knees, his large hands possessing the capability of breaking your bones, you knew what he wanted. 

“Open up for me, uibito.” His smooth voice tickled your ears. “Let me see what I’ve done to you.” 

“M-my Lord!” You put up your hands to stop him, “Don’t you think it’s too soon to… to-.” A shriek escaped you when he forced your legs open, the cool air stinging your inflamed vulva and making you shudder when you felt his cum dribble out of you in copious amounts. You tried to reason with him once more, desperate to hide your shame from his curious eyes. “What I mean to say is, I have not fully recovered from your affections, and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we–AH!”

He rubbed your engorged clit, shocking you enough to have you fall back on the table on your elbows. You tried to shove his hand away, tears of humiliation glistening your eyes when you felt his spend leak out of you to pool on the table cloth. You hated how you couldn’t control yourself, your hips grinding against his palm despite your protests. He rubbed none too gently at your stimulated nub, taking note of how your little breathless gasps indicated your body’s readiness to take him once more. With his other hand he tugged down his pants, the twitching organ responding to your pleasured moans as it sought out your tight pussy. You shook your head, twisting and turning your body when his cock rubbed along your ass. 

“You’re still of a mind to refuse me? My patience grows thin with you, draga mea.” Lining up his cock to your reddened folds, he began to push his way through, delighted at the sight of your pussy struggling to wrap around his sheer girth. “Shall I remind you what it means to be mine?”

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[totallynotashieldagent]

dick grayson who can't stand being called "pretty boy"

dick grayson who was thrusted into gotham high society that is full of creeps and pedos at the age of 8 and was labelled a "pretty boy"

dick grayson who had his cheeks pinched by old ladies and told he'd be a real heartbreaker once he was old enough and how pretty he already was

dick grayson who had old men clapping his back and rubbing his shoulders and grinning at him how he had such a pretty face

dick grayson who couldn't be protected by bruce wayne because he grew up in this same horrid place and thought this was normal

dick grayson who had the gotham gazette counting down to his 18th birthday and the entire city was drooling for him to be legal

dick grayson whose picture was on every tabloid for weeks around his birthday month with labels of pretty boy of gotham turns 18

dick grayson who wants to called intelligent, athletic, brilliant, smart, but never "pretty"

dick grayson who would feel bile rise up his throat whenever someone comments on his beauty before his brain or strength

dick grayson who loves his titans because they praise him for being a good leader, a brilliant strategist and an amazing mentor

dick grayson who made sure that none of his siblings had to deal with what he did

dick grayson who made sure no one touched his siblings the way he was

dick grayson who can't stand being called pretty boy

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Bargain 4

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Warnings: financial stress and abuse, coercion, noncon, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: Nick Fowler

Summary: Nick ends the night on his terms.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

Nick frames your cunt with his fingers, spreading you as he pushes his tip into you. He slides into you, his other hand hooked around you, rolling your clit beneath two fingertips. He purrs into your neck as he impales you, burying himself to his limit and wiggling his hips as if to bask in the feeling of you.

You groan as he toys with you, hanging your head forward as you keep your hands on the vanity. You take short, shallow breaths as he starts to thrust, slow as if to draw out your humiliation. As if to remind you how wet you are despite the detest jabbing deep in your heart.

His hand slips from behind you and he brings it up to your jaw. He grips it and forces your head up, nipping at you as he snarls against your shoulder.

“Look at yourself,” he sneers, “look at us…” he ruts harder, again pushing himself to his limit and staying there, “look how much you want me, sweetheart.” He glides back before ramming back in, jolting the vanity dangerously. Your cunt squelches around him, “can’t you hear how much you want me?”

You meet your reflection’s gaze, then his. His blue eyes bore into you as he looks up, his mouth tickling along the edge of your dress. He inhales your scent as his pupils dilate dangerously.

His pace picks up as he growls, biting into your shoulder as your dress slumps forward, the zipper open, the skirt bunched above your thighs. With each thrust, he crushes you more and more against the table. The mirror shakes as bottles roll onto their sides and off the edge. The jewelry box inches closer and closer to the precipice.

You hiss as his flesh claps against yours. The loud rhythm underlines your voices; his deep and gritty, yours hollow and wispy. He slams against you, so hard your knees buckle. You watch his face in the mirror, how it contorts with his please. It is more than the act of fucking, it is power. He knows you can only give into him.

You reach up to grab the frame of the mirror as he bends you closer to it, the edge of the table pressed against your hips. Your feet slip as he hammers into you, harder, faster, without an ounce of mercy.

“See what a pretty little wife you can be,” he growls, “hmm, see what I can make you? A queen or a slut…”

You close your eyes and he squeezes your chin tight.

“Open,” he snarls and as turns his hand and pushes his fingers against your lips. 

You obey, opening your eyes and your mouth. He forces his finger inside, pushing down on your tongue as he pounds against you furiously. A sudden crash makes you flinch as the jewelry box crashes to the floor. He lifts his head, pressing his face close to yours.

“If I wanted you to be my slut, I’d have more than my fingers in your mouth, wouldn’t I?” He huffs damply against your cheek.

“Yes,” you murmur.

“And if I wanted to leave you in the dirt, where I found, I would. Wouldn’t I?” He taunts.

“Yes,” you echo.

“So what do you do, sweetheart? Hmm? You do what I want, don’t you?” He rasps as you feel the tension knot in his muscles.

“Yes, Nick, I do… what you–” you gulp as a wave of pleasure threatens to crest, “want.”

“Damn.” He snaps his hips, “right.” 

Again. Again. Again. Until he’s quaking. Until you are too. Until you feel him gush inside of you, with you; your cum slicking together as it leaks out around him.

“Good girl,” he hums as he stills, keeping only his tip inside of you, “clean up your mess.”

[jokeringcutio]

The Grabber x (f) Reader Drabble "What if Reader got pregnant by the Grabber"

Mature due to themes and language Summary: What if The Reader got Pregnant with Grabber's Baby while imprisoned by him?

AN: Might I point out that if you want a bigger tale, there is 'The Chance To Make A Change' which also covers Reader getting pregnant by the Grabber while imprisoned. It goes a bit different to this. Written as part of a pregnant/Childbirth/Baby drabble run. :)

The basement door creaked open, and the Grabber descended the stairs, each step echoing in the cold, damp space. His mask was on, concealing his features, leaving only those haunting eyes visible. He wore a cardigan that hung open, exposing his naked belly. Such a casual sight it had become, even though his appearance like this also carried a dark promise.

The promise that he wanted something more from you. More than he probably had ever asked from the boys he had kept.

In his hands, he carried a plate of eggs and a can of soda. A distraction, only there to lull you into a false sense of security. The food was nothing but a decoy to his twisted desires.

"Time to eat, sweetheart," he said, his voice muffled behind the mask. The plate clattered on the concrete floor as he set it down. "How are you today?" he asked, attempting small talk as if this were normal, as if he hadn't kidnapped you and kept you trapped in the dark.

You shifted on the ratty mattress that served as your bed, trying to make yourself smaller, more invisible. But there was nowhere to hide in the dimly lit basement. His gaze roamed over you, appraising, calculating.

"Aw, come on now. No need to be shy." His words were meant to be disarming, but they sent chills down your spine. You kept your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, shielding your body from his prying eyes—especially your waist.

"Let me see you," he demanded, his tone turning firm. Reaching out, he grabbed your arm and pulled it away. His eyes widened as they fell upon the change in your body.

Your heart raced, and you couldn't help but tremble under his scrutiny. Fear and disgust churned in your stomach—fear of what he would do, disgust at the situation he had forced you into.

"Look at what we have here," he murmured, a twisted smile playing at the edge of his lips.

He reached up a hand and then the top part of his mask slid off, revealing those glistening blue eyes. You’d seen them before, usually hidden behind the dark holes of the mask. But the times they had been revealed, they had shown a waterfall of emotions. Like now. You couldn't look away, even as your heart pounded in your chest.

You wished you could name all the emotions you spotted in his eyes. A toxic mix of feelings you would never truly be privy to.

Then, without a warning, he crossed the distance between you two and flung himself onto the mattress beside you, his hip against your own. His arms circled your waist, pulling you close. The sudden intimacy made you shudder, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. You felt his hand on the back of your head as he held you in an – almost-  loving embrace.

"Tell me," he said, voice muffled by the lower half of the mask, "what did I do to deserve this miracle?"

You felt his hand slip down your body until it came to rest on your slightly swollen tummy, as if feeling for the life inside. The embrace broke as his eyes sought yours, searching for something you couldn't identify.

"Be a good girl and tell Daddy what he wants to hear," he whispered, his breath hot on your skin.

You hesitated, fear clawing at the edges of your mind, but you knew better than to resist. "Y-you deserve it because... because you're powerful," you stammered, hoping it would be enough to placate him.

His devilish grin sent a chill down your spine. "That's right, baby girl. I fucked a babe into you." He tightened his grip around you, and you trembled with fear at the raw brutality in his words.

"Please," you whispered, tears threatening to spill over. "Don't hurt me."

"Shh," he cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll take care of you and our little miracle." His fingers danced over your swollen belly, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "But you have to promise me something."

You swallowed hard, dreading what he might demand. "What?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

"If you're a good girl and deliver this baby without any trouble, I might just keep you around to give me some more." His eyes were cold and unyielding, daring you to defy him.

A sob caught in your throat as you nodded, the weight of your situation crushing you. At that moment, it seemed as if all hope had been snuffed out like a candle in the wind. But deep within you, a fire still burned, fueled by your determination to survive, no matter the cost. ~

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[hannigrams-daughter]

Betrayal

Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker × Wife!Reader

wc — 125

warnings: dark content elements, reader being locked up, implied dub-con, mention of abortion.

a/n — hello everyone! this is my first writing post here in tumblr, I have write before but I left it like 5-6 years ago, so I want to thank @vellicore and @shadeysprings for this amazing idea that allows me to enjoy this hobby one more time.

The challenge was to write a prompt in 100 words (which I fail, but again this is my first time writing again for a long time) with the phrase "Be good for me baby, we wouldn't want to see those tears again."

So, here there is, enjoy!

When she opened her eyes, Lee wasn't there. It was common, he usually left early to the station to give an early patrolling searching for things out of place.

On the other hand, she remained at home doing wifely chores and greeted him with dinner at the end of the day. Today wasn't different.

But it was different, the door of their marital room didn't open and deep down she knew what was happening.

Her screaming was heard, her husband opened the door, showing the proof of her betrayal in his eyes: the abortion order.

He looked at her with a sinister smile, holding her head and cleaning her tears. "Now, be good for me baby. We wouldn't want to see those tears again, right?"

[luringfantasy]

Dark drabble idea- Loki finding out that his girl tried to run away (again) 👀

I wonder what he will do now...

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Thank you for the ask anon! Knowing someone is out thinking about my work is the best feeling!! main masterlist

WARNING: DARK THEMES

RUN AWAY (Not Anymore AU)

You wait a few weeks before trying anything. Trying to get in Loki's good books again. Being the best partner for him. He doesn't know that you are secretly meeting Fandral and he is helping you hatch out an escape plan. You will go back to earth and then... then do something, that's not important. Escaping is...

But what you didn't know was that Loki was observing you. First he wanted to see how far you'd go, how long it will take you to let go of this illogical idea of running away from him. But seeing you actually going through the plan.. he reaches his limit.

The day you decide to run is the day Loki tests you multiple times. Asking you to be by his side. Coming early from the court to take you out on a date. You try to slip out when he is finally asleep, or so you think. You have a bad feeling about this but escaping is important, you remind that to yourself.

All your hopes and plans shatter when you find an unconscious Fandral at your meeting place. You feel a presence behind you and your blood turns cold ❄️

Loki drags you, screaming and kicking through the royal corridors to your shared chambers. It's a big spectacle but none of you care. He throws you on the bed and ties you in X shape. You fear for what he is going to do, but he immediately gets up and leaves, without even looking at you.

He only comes by to feed you and give you some water, never touching you, leaving you to stay with your thoughts. Being tied up is taking a physical toll. You wonder how long this punishment will last and what will happen next.

What should happen next? Should we give up?

[residentfromnowhere]

| PERFECT SACRIFICE |

TW: Sacrificing Ritual, Kidnapping & Death

Yandere!KyojuroRengokuXReader

Choosing the perfect dress for ones wedding should be one of the most precious and happiest moment in any brides life. From the fit of the dress down to the intricate details in ones veil, the moment in itself marks a milestone that many will and have never reached. To know that soon, you will be starting a new journey with someone whom you and themselves have deemed as their person should be one of celebration and excitement. Two consenting adults agreeing to spending the rest of their lives being by each others side. Who wouldn’t want such a privilege, right?

Well, what if I told you that for you it was a reality? That you’re beloved boyfriend whom you’ve grown to adore and respect has given you such a privilege? That you have finally found the missing piece to yourself and you have been searching and yearning for? You would be happy, right? You would gladly take on the world and accept everything that comes with being with him, right? You would scream and shout for joy repeating “yes” over and over again until your voice cracked, correct? Of course you would. Who wouldn’t? Who would pass up the opportunity to become someone who they loves wife and show excitement?

Well, it’s hard to show excitement when the bride is in a state where she can not move a single finger let alone make a facial expression. And it’s especially hard to scream for joy let alone scream in general when ones tongue has been cut out. Though, he doesn’t think you mind. You did say yes and you most definitely agreed at the alter to be with him till death do us part so there’s no backing out of this now. Even though you didn’t have a clue, he will think that You knew what were getting yourself into and that you practically BEGGED to be his perfect bride, his perfect SACRIFICE. With each swift motion of the needle, he hums a wedding hymn and smiles down at you. He looks up at the clock and smacks his lips together in disapproval.

“I took entirely too long to prepare you but how can I not? I mean look at you, you’re PERFECT” He says while sewing the last part of your lips together. “HE will be pleased and you will make such the perfect bride” he says while lacing another piece of thread through the needle. Even though you knew it was useless, you try to wiggle away from him but nothing moves. He just smiles and says “Now, we must hurry. We are late” He then slowly lower his hand towards your left eye. “HE hates waiting…”

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“Daddy’s busy.” actual footage me when I read that:

Hey!! I was the anon that mentioned that I was religiously reading your Joel fics everyday! thank you so much for your writing them they are so good! 🫶 I was wondering if you can write dark joel Miller who is into Tommy’s girl (reader) 😳 you are so creative you can do whatever you want with the plot! Thank you so much xoxo

You ask and I deliver. I apologize if it's short but I hope you still enjoy! Also, thank you so much for indulging my Dark Joel fics. Your words have made my heart feel full❤️

Thicker than Water

—Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You're Tommy's girl but Joel wants to make you his.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, kinda cheating, fingers at play, threats & Joel being a meanie.

A/N: Wrote this on a whim so might be sloppy. It's hard to type while copy-pasting some data for work haha. I am hoping to make a one-shot with the same theme soon or would y'all want a series??

A drabble this may be, your feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated.❤️

“Joel—please,” You whimper as you grip his wrist, struggling hard to keep his hand from slipping past the band of Tommy’s boxers and into your panties. “Stop it or—or I’ll scream.” You wanted to sound threatening, but the tremble in your voice only gives away your fear.

“Go ahead then. Do it.” He taunts and your body shakes when you feel him lean closer, trapping you against the counter and blocking every means of escape. “Call Tommy for help, I dare you.” His hot breath fans against your cheek, tears slowly rolling down your face when he plants a kiss on your shoulder. “I can simply say that you seduced me and you’ll lose him and everything.”

“He—he would n-never believe you.” You groan, your grasp on his hand tightening when he finally slips it in, a reluctant moan leaving your lips when he cups your cunt and firmly presses his thumb on your clit.

“Wouldn’t he?” You hear him smirk, the tone of his voice making doubts circle in your head that Tommy, the man you love, would believe you. “You think he’d take the word of some slut he met just a few months ago over his own flesh and blood?”

“I—” You try to speak but his persistence stops the words from coming out. 

Another moan escapes you, your back pressing against Joel’s solid chest when he pulls you flush against him, and you push your thighs together to prevent him from going any further. But a sharp pain scatters through your skin when he pinches your flesh hard, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth and muffle any sound.

You don’t understand why he’s doing this, why he’s doing this to his brother. You never saw any signs of his desire, never once thought he would be capable of hurting you in this manner. It must have been hidden beneath his friendly smiles and helpful demeanor and you curse yourself for never seeing Joel for what he truly is, yet at the same time, befuddled at how he has easily masked the darkness he possesses.

“He won’t ever believe you, baby, so shut up and be still,” He snarls low against your ear and you stiffen against him when he slips a digit in your pussy, slowly fucking you in the middle of your kitchen. “Daddy’s busy.”

[rafessecret]

Older rafe and younger y/n

Y/n locking her legs around him making him cum inside of her

⋆˚࿔ younger¡ reader && older¡rafe cameron

CUM IN ME RAFE.

You’re younger, but not a kid. Just fresh—soft in all the ways Rafe isn’t. You’ve got that glowy, untouched look about you. Big eyes, glossy lips, thighs kissed with baby oil and sunshine. You still giggle when you talk. Still blush when he says something dirty. Still wear those little skirts that barely graze your thighs and shirts so small they rise when you reach for anything. You look like sin and feel like heaven, and Rafe’s a man who’s spent too long pretending he doesn’t notice.

But tonight? He’s not pretending.

You’re in your bed, tangled in cotton sheets and innocence, and Rafe’s over you, heavy, hot, thick cock buried deep in your slick, needy cunt. His shirt is still on, bunched at the elbows, sleeves damp with sweat. You’re naked but for the bracelet he bought you last week. Pink crystals. Baby charm.

He knows better.

He shouldn’t be here. Not inside you. Not with your legs hooked high around his waist, back arching up like your body was made to take him. You’re sweet, soft, and still new to all this. And Rafe? He’s seen too much. Touched too much. He’s a man with lines carved deep in his skin and darker ones in his past.

But God, you make it so easy.

You whimper beneath him, glossy lips parted, head tilted back as you tighten your legs around his hips—ankles locking behind him like you’re afraid he’ll leave. Like you need him to stay. Like the thought of being empty again terrifies you.

Rafe groans, hips stuttering, cock thick and aching deep in your soaked, fluttering cunt. Your pussy clamps around him like a vice, greedy and throbbing, all slick heat and pulsing desperation. ❝Don’t,❞ he breathes, voice frayed and breaking apart. ❝Baby, I’m close. I have to—fuck—I have to pull out.❞

You shake your head, shameless, drunk on it. ❝Don’t want you to.❞ You’re barely even whispering. ❝Want it. Want you to cum inside.❞ He stares down at you like you’ve cursed him. Like you’ve just ripped open his chest and crawled inside. His brows are pinched tight. His thrusts go shallow. His jaw clenches like it’s the only thing keeping him together.

❝What?❞ he growls. ❝Please, Rafe. I want it. Want to feel it.❞ Your fingers press into his back; your lips brush his throat. Your voice is syrup-sweet and ruined. He curses again, jaw ticking, breathing ragged. ❝Are you on the pill? Fuck, tell me you’re on the fucking pill.❞ You nod. Slowly. ❝Mhm. I am.❞

But he sees it—the way your lips twitch, the breath you skip, the way your cunt clenches even tighter around him, like it’s lying too. Like it wants it more than anything. ❝You sure?❞ he asks, panting. His eyes dark, fixed to yours. ❝Because if I stay in you, if I fucking cum in this tight little pussy—you’re mine. Do you understand me? Mine.❞ You nod again, breath catching. ❝I already am.❞

And that’s it. That’s the thing that rips the last bit of restraint from his body. He fucks forward hard—deep—his cock dragging against every slick, clenching inch inside you, splitting you open, filling you so full you swear you feel it in your belly. He ruts against your cervix, and you gasp, head thrown back, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how good it feels.

❝Fuck, baby,❞ he groans, nose brushing yours, his voice breaking. ❝You feel that stretch? That’s me, sweetheart. That’s my cock pushing so deep it’s showing through your tummy.❞ And you do—you can feel it. One of his big hands slides between your bodies, pressing to your lower stomach where you’re bulging just slightly. He curses low. You moan higher.

❝You’re so fucking tight, baby. Fuck—your pussy’s fluttering.❞ His eyes roll as he ruts into you deeper, harder, more desperate now. ❝Like it’s milking me. Like it fucking needs it.❞ You whine, high and broken. ❝It does. I do. Rafe—please.❞

It’s all so wet. The sounds are obscene. Skin slapping. Your whimpers. His grunts. The sloppy squelch every time he drags it out of you just to slam right back in. You’re gasping now, clinging to him, legs shaking as that heat coils tighter, hotter, meaner. ❝Come inside,❞ you cry, your voice cracking. ❝Please, Rafe. I want to feel it. Want to feel you fill me up.❞ He breaks.

He shouts your name, hips stuttering as he bottoms out, cock twitching, and then he’s flooding you—thick, hot, endless. You feel it spill deep, feel it leak out around the base of his cock even as he keeps grinding into you, milking every last drop. It’s too much. You shatter with him, orgasm crashing over you as your cunt squeezes him impossibly tight.

Your back arches. Your body trembles. You sob his name, nails dragging down his shoulders, mouth open in a silent scream. He holds you there through it all, buried deep, whispering filth against your cheek. When it’s over, you’re both wrecked. Panting. Slick with sweat, cum and heat. Rafe slumps over you, arms trembling, breath shaky as he presses kisses to your cheek, your jaw, and your swollen lips. ❝Fuck, baby… fuck. Look at you.❞

He pulls out slowly, and you both hiss at the mess. His cum drips out of your swollen, red pussy, thick and shiny, painting your thighs, the sheets, everything. You look ruined. Precious. Marked. He groans again. ❝You know what you just did?❞ he asks, brushing your hair back. ❝You just made me yours. Forever.❞

And you smile up at him—eyes soft, lashes fluttering, still trembling—with your legs wide open and his cum leaking out of you like you’ve never been more proud. And when he finally lifts his head, when his eyes meet yours, there’s something dark there. ❝You lied, didn’t you?❞ You blink, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. He smirks. Leans in, mouth brushing your neck. ❝Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now anyway.❞

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : thanks anon! not sure if this was meant for a specific au, but oh well, hope you like it! <3

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @folksriddle

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

topper and kelce accidentally walking in while rafe fucks reader.

❛ INTERRUPTED WHILE RAFE FUCKS YOU ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe growled, his voice a low, gravelly snarl, dripping with dominance. His hips snapped forward, driving into you hard enough to make the bedframe groan in protest.

“This pussy’s mine, huh? Takin’ me like you were made for it.” His smirk was all teeth, a cocky edge to it that made your stomach flip even as your mind spun from the intensity.

He had you pinned, one hand gripping your thigh so hard his fingers left red imprints, the other braced beside your head on the mattress.

Your legs were splayed wide, trembling as he fucked you with a relentless, punishing rhythm. His cock—thick, hard, and unforgiving—slammed into you with a force that made your whole body jolt.

The wet, lewd slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Each thrust stretched you open, the head of him dragging against your slick walls, hitting that spot deep inside that turned your moans into broken, desperate cries.

You couldn’t answer—not coherently. Your hands clawed at his back, nails digging into his tanned skin, leaving jagged red lines that only seemed to egg him on. “Rafe—oh fuck, Rafe,” you gasped, your voice splintering as he shifted his angle, his cock plunging deeper, grinding against your cervix.

Your thighs quaked, slick with sweat and the mess of your arousal, your cunt clenching around him so tight it drew a sharp hiss from his lips.

The pressure was building, a hot, coiling ache in your core that had your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth falling open.

He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he rasped, “Look at you, fuckin’ wrecked for me.” His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of your ear before his teeth grazed your lobe, sending a shiver racing down your spine.

His pace was brutal, hips rolling with a precision that was both calculated and wild, like he was trying to imprint himself on every inch of you.

The headboard banged against the wall in time with his thrusts, a steady thump-thump-thump that matched the obscene squelch of your bodies colliding.

Your breasts bounced with each stroke, nipples brushing his chest, sending sparks of heat through you. One of his hands slid up, rough palm cupping your breast, squeezing hard before his fingers pinched your nipple, twisting just enough to make you yelp.

The sting blended with the pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge. “Rafe—I can’t—” you whimpered, your words cutting off as he thrust even harder, the bed creaking louder under the assault.

“Can’t what? Take it? Too fuckin’ bad,” he taunted, his voice thick with pride. His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, ruthless circles. “You’re gonna cum for me, and I’m gonna feel every damn second of it.”

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up, the coil snapping as your orgasm hit like a freight train.

Your walls spasmed around him, soaking his cock as you screamed his name, hips bucking wildly beneath him. Your vision blurred, stars exploding behind your eyelids as your nails sank deeper into his shoulders.

Rafe groaned, low and filthy, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own high, still pounding into you through your climax.

“That’s it—fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, his smirk widening as he watched you fall apart. He was mid-thrust, his cock buried deep, when the door suddenly burst open.

Topper and Kelce stumbled in, their laughter dying on their lips as they froze, eyes bugging out at the sight. You were still trembling, mid-orgasm, your legs spread and Rafe’s hips pressed flush against yours.

The wet sounds of sex hung heavy in the air, unmistakable, as the two of them stood there, jaws dropped.

Your face flushed crimson, mortification crashing over you like a tidal wave. “Oh my God—get out!” you shrieked, scrambling to pull the sheet up over yourself, your hands shaking as you tried to cover your exposed body.

Your voice was high-pitched, panicked, your chest heaving as embarrassment burned through the haze of pleasure.

Rafe, though? He didn’t even flinch. He didn’t stop moving—not right away. He gave one more lazy, deliberate thrust, making sure Topper and Kelce got the full fucking picture, before he turned his head toward them, smirking like the smug bastard he was.

“What? You jealous or somethin’?” he drawled, his tone dripping with arrogance.

His grip tightened on your thigh, keeping you pinned beneath him as he finally stilled, his cock still buried inside you. He glanced down at you, then back at them, his smirk widening.

Topper blinked, hands raised in surrender, a mix of shock and amusement flickering across his face. “Dude—shit, man, we didn’t know! Lock the fuckin’ door!”

Kelce was already backing out, choking on a laugh, his hand over his mouth like he couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. “You’re a dick, Cameron,” he managed, shaking his head as he pulled Topper with him.

The door slammed shut, their muffled voices fading down the hall, and you buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I’m never showing my face again,” you muttered, your voice muffled by your palms, your entire body hot with shame.

Rafe just chuckled, low and dark, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck like nothing had happened. “Relax,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your pulse. “They’re just mad they’ll never get a taste.” His hand slid up your side, possessive and unapologetic, his cock twitching inside you as he added, “You’re still mine, though. Let ‘em fuckin’ watch.”

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©RAFESGREASYCURTAINBANGS ꪆৎ est. 2025

[whimsyvixen]

Don't Be Shy

Record of Ragnarok Drabble

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Synopsis: In exchange for your life, you need to prove yourself useful to the God of Lies.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark NSFW, extremely dubious consent, rough oral sex (m. receiving), non-consensual oral sex, dacryphilia, large cock, humiliation, gagging, asphyxiation, Loki with his God complex.

Authors note: I don't regret anything. If I can't find NSFW art for this fandom, I'm taking matters into my own hands.

Whining pathetically, you couldn't escape the brutish affections of the God before you.

Loki held your head still to prevent you from jerking away from the heavy weight of his cock violating your throat. Traces of precum and your own spit escaped the corners of your mouth, soaking your chin and neck as you struggled to take him. You nearly retched when he mashed his hips against your face, your lips kissing the base of his cock as he held you there with a pleased sigh. More tears slid down your face to smudge your makeup further, no doubt making you look like a disheveled whore.

When breathing was proving to be a challenge, you slapped and shoved desperately against him. Even as you scratched at his naked thighs, nails digging half crescent marks into his firm muscles, Loki refused to give you any reprieve from his pleasure. The slight stings of pain only made him hiss, his purple eyes glaring down at you in disapproval.

Just when you felt you were going to pass out, Loki released you with a huff, letting you fall back on the floor with a painful thud. The pain of landing on your elbows was nothing compared to the soreness of your throat. The continuous coughs and deep intakes of air hurt your injured airways, soft sobs escaping you before you could control yourself.

"What's the matter?" He grunted out the question, a flush adorning his face from the earlier sensation of your hot mouth around him. "I thought you wanted to prove that your existence was worth something? If this is the best you can do, then there is no point in keeping you around."

He stood up from the couch, making no move to tuck himself back into his pants as he stared at you with a contemplating expression. A smile of amusement crossed his face when you refused to stare at his drenched member. It was a vulgar sight– almost as thick as your wrist, his cock twitched with interest, prominent veins running along the shaft, the scent of his musk strong, lipstick smears adorning it along with your spit, making it shine in the low lit room. You chose to lie pathetically on the floor, unsure of what to expect from him as he neared your frozen form.

The embarrassment adorning your face was very cute… for a human, anyways. Although your performance was lacking, he was sure that with patience, he could teach your little mortal self a thing or two on how to better service a god.

Loki bent down to tug on your hair, making you cry out as he forced you eye level to his crotch again. He held his erection up with the other hand, pumping the length of it lazily before slapping the organ against your cheek in an admonishing way.

"I'll give you a second chance to prove yourself. Learn that this is your proper place, human. On your knees in reverence for your gods." Loki paid no mind to your distressed visage, mind too focused on the sight of your lips close to his leaking head. "Let's start over, shall we?"

"Relax your throat," he instructed, giving you no room to argue and accept your fate.

NSFW Art found here ---> (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

[madewithsilk]

hi sweetheart!! i saw your post asking for reqs but feel free to ignore this!! ive been so into bestfriend!ellie recently so maybe fix something up for herrr?? and if youre up for it maybe somwthing a tad bit dark…?? i see you write that alot :) no pressure ily

— ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ? 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

pairing; bestfriend ellie williams x f!reader

cw; spit, cheating, male relationship, strap-on, biting, dumbification, filming, dubious consent.

𝜗𝜚 Bestfriend Ellie that hated the fact you got a boyfriend, resenting everything about him. She knew he didn’t pleasure you, he wore you out. You always looked exhausted.

𝜗𝜚 Bestfriend Ellie who didn’t back down from telling you how she felt at any moment. She’d shout whenever you cried about another thing he did unfairly, hand running through her hair in frustration.

𝜗𝜚 Bestfriend Ellie who realized you stopped telling her about him since. She’d hear you complain on a call with another friend, crying about him flirting with other girls or scaring you. Or how he could never find your clit nor make you cum.

𝜗𝜚 Bestfriend Ellie who took that as a challenge, whispering sweet words into your ear to convince you into letting her pleasure you. “He’s good for nothing, huh?” She whispered into your ear, caressing your tummy and hips. “I could cure that ache, promise,” She mumbled gently, kissing down your neck an nibbling down.

She made you dumb enough to believe her, letting her strip every article of clothing off of your body and position you into a full nelson. Her strap was so big, so thick. The girth hardly fit inside you, nudging at your cevix. “Shiit, baby, thought it wouldn’t fit?” She chuckled, ramming her dick further inside you. You babbled in response, head thrown back against her shoulder.

You shook your head, tongue lolling out. Ellie felt so lucky you hadn’t even noticed the camera set up, filming your cunt clenching around every inch of her cock. “Els— Els-“ You were rambling only her name and pleads, whimpering at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. “His cock isn’t as big as mine huh?” Ellie cooed, pressing her palm down on your belly to feel the imprint of the strap.

You didn’t reply, too lost in the feeling, trying to flutter your half-lidded eyes open to look at Ellie. Her hair was disheveled along with a cocky smile plastered across her face. She mocked the pout you had on your lips, wiping it off with a kiss. “Don’t frown, baby.” She reprimands and breaks the kiss, increasing the pace in which she dug into you. “So big,” You moaned out, hiding your face into her neck.

The camera was picking up every second of your cunt drooling onto the silicone, eyes filling up with tears of pleasure. Ellie’s hips angled to hit your g-spot, abusing it over and over again. She swore she felt you get tighter, knowing you were just so close. Her hand slithered between your thighs, rubbing at your clit in gentle, teasing circles. “Gonna cum on camera to show him how much of a nasty bitch you are, baby?” Her voice was so sweet, it was nearly absurd the words that actually left her lips.

Your eyes wideed at her words, noticing the camera and pushing against Ellie. Either way, it was useless, every moment was there for it to be sent to him. The tears that weled finally spilled, streaming down your place. “Ellie— Ngh- Els please stop,” You babbled. She hushed you gently, thumb pulling out your bottom lip and spitting on it. “So dumb, baby, thought you could get fucked dumb with no consequences?” She tuts, watching you give her the doe eyes she loved as you swallowed her spit.

Your jaw went slack with her harder thrusts, cumming on the silicone and leaving a white ring of it. Your grip on her arm was so tight, trying to get her to no overstimuate you with the little rubbing on your nub. “Hey, hey, let me take care of it,” She said muffled against your cheek, bottomed out inside you but not moving. You murmur with tears, “Please don’t send that to him..” She bounced you on her lap with one harsh thrust. “Why shouldn’t I?” She laughed gently, taunting you and copying the little whimpers you gave her.

Ellie pulled her strap out, elicitng a whine from you at the empty feeling. She quickly crams you with her fingers, “Can’t even live without something inside you, such a baby.” You hummed pleasantly at her fingers curling inside you, kissing Ellie’s jawline in hopes she’d listen to you. “Just a warm hole to be filled.” You nodded mindlessly, leaving a purple hickey against her jaw.

“Think I’ll keep you here till I say so.”

[bunny-jpeg]

john price would trap you with a baby. no questions asked. he knew the years were catching up to him. he knew that wouldn't be much longer before he couldn't pass on the price genes.

he felt bad when he masturbated, felt like he was wasting his boys. spurts of hot cum down his large shaft wishing that it was inside a pretty little things smaller cunt. his hand was too rough even with lubrication. he needed something with supple flesh that he could sink his teeth into and a wet pussy to stuff full. he wanted to feel himself impregnating someone.

that was where you came in.

you felt amazing, sex with you was something else. the way you were like a bunny when you rode his cock. you bounced on him, not slowing down until he wrung at least three orgasms out of you. he found it endearing that you could take him. and while cowgirl was fun and missionary felt classic.

if price wanted to get you pregnant then, he knew that doggy style would be the best course of action. sadly, that position was a little more difficult given your size difference. price the bear and his little cub, those weren't just terms of endearment. he was burly, hairy, but you were so much shorter that he couldn't easily slip into you. but things could always be modified.

he smothered you under him as you laid on the bed with your legs spread and price was on top of you with his cock invading your slick entrance. the feeling was different and the weight on top of you only added to the pleasure.

his mind was focused, as he worked himself into you. he slid in easily, little resistance from you. your pussy was greedy for him, not that price could blame you. you were just so perfect for him. he shaped you into the perfect thing for him. you were his angel, the sweetest fruit, the woman he wanted to carry his child. if you liked it or not.

thoughts of you dark puffy nipples, the waddle in your step, the complaints of back pain. how your body changed because of him, he marked you in a way that no other man could. price boys grew strong and were a handful both in the womb and out. hungry boys too, but price would happily massage your fat tits to make sure there was more than enough milk for his boys. might have a little taste himself, see what all the fuss was. the heavy milk on his tongue as he fucked his pretty wife.

no need to go out and find a job. price's got enough to make sure that your wallet and your womb were packed full. no need to worry your little head, just make sure the babies are taken care of and price will do all the thinking in the relationship. he knew your dream was to see your diploma on the wall, but he thought that a family photo would be much better.

hard to complete your degree when your pregnant belly doesn't fit in the lecture hall seat or it was feeding time for john jr. there was nowhere for you to nurse his hefty son and you'd in the end miss too much class because price would be keeping you at home to start on the next one.

"that's it, doll. that's my girl. she suckin' me right in. she know what she wants and she's takin' it. made just for, huh, petal?" he growled as he pressed into you further, his cock didn't slip out. he fucked you feverishly.

he felt you tremble as you came not once, but twice, back to back. price continued to fuck you, ruin your pretty little folds and let him feel as much as he could of your sweet sex. you felt amazing, only pussy price would want. he fucked you roughly with his hands pressed into the covers on either side of your head. you were too blissed out by the time he finished inside of you that you didn't even ask for him to pull out.

a good wife took every drop.

he soon after pulled his cock out, the sight of his cum sticking to your slick pussy lips with most of his seed inside of you. made his cock peek at attention once more. "there she is." he purred, "messy girl." he tipped your hips up and held them in his large hands. he dipped between your legs and played with your pussy. something to distract you while his cum slid into the back of your pussy.

now be good, and get pregnant <3

a/n: i don't know what came over me... i'm sorry

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - stepcest, aged up stepbrother!megumi, dead dove, mdni

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you guys have to trust me on this one ok?

stepbrother!megumi who doesn’t bat a single eye when his barely-there dad tells him that he’s moving two women into their place.

stepbrother!megumi who’s been working extra shifts at his job to save up enough money to move out as soon as possible anyway.

stepbrother!megumi who begrudgingly makes room for his supposed new stepsister that’s coming to live in his room.

stepbrother!megumi hypothesizes that his dad might stay with this new woman for like a month until he gets bored or the money runs out and dumps her.

stepbrother!megumi whose eyes subtly light up as soon as you walk into your new shared room with him.

stepbrother!megumi who didn’t say word. he didn’t introduce himself or even ask for your name, but he helped you move your very limited stuff inside.

stepbrother!megumi finally speaks to you after a week of silence. he asks for your name. it actually shifts into a full conversation. he’s never enjoyed talking in the past, but it feels easy with you.

stepbrother!megumi finds himself smiling as you two bond over shared music tastes, movies, and books. he’s never felt so comfortable around someone before.

stepbrother!megumi who is of age, but he’s not old enough to drink yet. when he learns your a bartender, he starts coming to the bar.

stepbrother!megumi has a stamp on the back of his hand, marking him as a client to not serve alcohol to, but that’s okay. he’s not there to drink anyway.

stepbrother!megumi who watches you work while sipping on water all night. he just wants to make sure nothing happens to you during your shift.

stepbrother!megumi doesn’t hesitate to grab up the first guy who tries to hit on you and gets too handsy. this isn’t megumi’s first fight. he’s been taking down bullies since elementary, but he’s never been in a fight as an adult.

stepbrother!megumi gets put in cuffs that night as an all out bar fight starts after he handled the guy who tried to touch you.

stepdad!toji who mockingly chuckles as you two watch stepbrother!megumi be released from jail the next morning. it took toji pulling a few strings, but the charges were dropped.

stepdad!toji’s laugh vanishes as he watches the way your arms wrap around megumi. his jaw clenches as he sees his son return the affectionate embrace.

stepdad!toji doesn’t believe in god because what kind of god would make him want to compete with his son… for his own stepdaughter.

do you trust me enough for a part three..?

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah @iamrgo

[urfriendlywriter]

smutty prompts cus u asked for it ;)

(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)

"that's my good girl."

when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]

"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."

their fingers curling into all the right places.

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]

your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."

^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.

"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]

their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!

^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.

^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]

their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."

"eyes open. keep looking."

^ and in the mirror--it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.

maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.

^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']

neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."

[lassiie]

HACKER!STEPBRO HEESEUNG (fic out now!!)

pair hacker!stepbro heeseung x reader

MDNI ! NSFW ! Truly Obsessive, psychosexual, dark vibes step bro Heeseung who stalk you. "You’re not scared of me, baby. You’re addicted... Just like me."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who tracks your location 24/7 and pretends not to care when you lie about where you’ve been.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who sees you wearing something new and smiles to himself—because he saw you trying it on in your room last week, through your camera.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who keeps a file of every photo you’ve ever deleted—every nude, every moment you thought no one would see. But Hee did.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you get ready for dates and sends you anonymous texts like, “don’t waste lipstick on someone who won’t make you cry.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you dared to hack you—just to tease him, flashing that crazy angle, undressing slow—until he hijacks your screen, darkens your room, and whispers through you mic: "Keep peeling. I want to see every inch before I decide how hard i'll fuck you."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you fuck someone else live through their hacked laptops camera, and sends you messages mid-thrust: “He’s not even close to make you cum. I’d ruin you.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you bickered with—so he fucked another girl raw in his dorm with your moans in his AirPods, eyes closed the whole time like she was just a body for you to echo through.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who sends your hookup a virus mid-text so their phone dies before they can confirm plans.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who slowly rewrites your kinks via search suggestions. One day it’s “soft dom...” the next it’s “stepbro makes her beg.” You think it’s your idea. He knows it’s his.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who swapped out your vibrator for a hacked one he controls—so now your orgasms don’t belong to you, they belong to him.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who programmed your vibrator to sync with your webcam activity—so the moment he can enjoy with you.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who has an encrypted file labeled “every time she came” — full of timestamps from every night you touched yourself.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who tracks your cycle and only texts you during ovulation with messages like: “Would you let me breed you if I asked nicely? Or do I need to ruin you for anyone else first?."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who doesn’t sleep. Doesn’t need to. Not when you keep your curtains cracked, and your thighs parted, and your breathing shallow at 1:22 a.m.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who lets you date other guys—but only so he can hack them, stalk them, and wait until they slip up. Then he sends you the evidence like a love letter. “See? I protect what’s mine.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you masturbate and types “slower” into your open Notes app. And almost cum when you actually listen.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who learned the way your breathing changes before you come and trained his own body to sync to it—until you finish together, apart, every single time.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who knows you touched yourself wearing his hoodie and rewatches the footage every night—hand wrapped tight on his dick, whispering “you filthy little sister.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who buys you lingerie and mails it anonymously to the house—no card, just your size, your taste… and the scent of his cologne already soaked in.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who fucks girls mean when he’s mad at you—gripping too tight, biting too hard, fucking too deep.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who lets a girl ride him—face blank, screen lit—while your live shower feed plays like his personal porno.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you tried to escape—so he pinned you to the bed, forcing you to watch your crush hacked laptop when he's gaming, as he fucked you hard, growling, "Let him hear how good you sound when you’re mine."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you called a creep—yet now you sit with legs parted in front of your screen, waiting, aching, praying the webcam light will flicker.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you told to stop—yet you started dressing for him. Walking slower in front of his door. Leaving your webcam uncovered. Secretly hoping he couldn’t stop.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who corrupted you so gently, so thoroughly, that now when he types "Be good. Leave the door unlocked tonight," you obey. Without question. Without panties.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you tried to forget—but he replaced your lock screen with a photo of you on your knees, mouth open, eyes glazed—and captioned it: "My good little stepwhore."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who forced you to admit it—fingers buried inside you, voice low and dangerous: "Say it. Say you want to be my dirty little stepsister. Say you like it when I ruin you."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who finally snapped—after weeks of playing nice—dragged you to his room, stripped you down in front of your own hacked camera, and fucked you, whispering, "You belong to me. I’ve owned you since the first time you came here."

Will be out on sunday 15.06 I just know you’re gonna love it... almost as much as you’ll be slightly terrified by it. Because, well, the topic is a teensy bit... let’s say... intrusive.

Reblog, comment, scream into the void—give this post the attention it craves! Be bold. Be nosy. I dare you. 😘

yours dearly, Lassiie