#gagging (absolutely horrified)

[justhereforteamrancher]

WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAT 😭

This was my old on canvas boat boys thing I did 2 years ago after session 5 (and before session 6!) my ass really though they were gonna win.

please don’t see me this way 🙏

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Forever obsessed with the fanon running gag where whenever one of the Batkids finds themselves in a situation where they have to take care of a scared child/street kid, they all have to constantly suppress the immediate urge to take the kid home.

Because holy fuck they might have picked up a lot of habits from Bruce (for better and for worse), but if there's one habit they absolutely refuse to take on, it's definitely going to be Bruce's inability to not adopt every sad child in his vicinity.

Which just makes those fics where they do adopt a kid so much funnier.

[lilithland]

imagine you wake up in a dark room, scared and confused, your hands are tied together above your head, your legs are spread apart on a metal bar

you look down and are horrified, all of your clothes except your panties have been removed, you’re freezing, your nipples painfully hard

you go to scream but find a ball gag in your mouth, you start struggling against the chains, sobbing

a large man walks in

“oh, is my cocksleeve finally awake?”

you look up at him and he takes in your disheveled state

“i’m gonna turn you into my perfect little fuck doll and i’m gonna start by breaking in your tiny cunt and tight ass”

you struggle against the chains more and he groans at the sight, he approaches and you realize just how absolutely humongous he is, you’ve never been more scared in your life

he pulls your panties to the side

“is my dirty whore already wet?”

there’s no way

but as his fingers start to slide between your juicy lips you can feel how leaky you are

he slips two massive fingers inside of you, already creating a stretch

he goes slow, finger fucking you like he has all the time in the world, your stomach fills with dread because he does have all the time in the world, you’re completely at his mercy

he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you moan around the gag causing drool to drip onto your exposed tits

you’re humiliated and horrified with yourself, you leak around his hand

he painfully twists one of your nipples causing you to groan, drip, and drool again

he adds a third finger in without warning and it feels like you’re about to be split open

he fucks his fingers in and out of your crying cunt at an abusing pace until suddenly they’re gone

you moan around the gag, dripping more at the humiliation of your own body’s betrayal

“don’t worry, you’ll be filled right back up little girl”

you struggle against the chains more, frantically shaking your head back and forth as he pulls his dick out

he’s huge, you don’t even think the tip would fit, let alone his entire length

“don’t worry sweetheart, daddy’s gonna make it fit”

he approaches you and starts to rub his tip up and down your pussy lips, collecting your juices and causing you to leak even more

despite your wetness, when he does finally decide to push his tip in, it doesn’t go in first try

he grabs your hips and slowly forces his tip into your unwilling hole

when he finally shoves his tip inside you want to scream, already feeling torn open

“look at your girl juices running down my cock, you’re just begging to be stuffed full babygirl”

he takes his time feeding his cock into your inferiority hole inch by excruciating inch

just when you think there can’t possibly be more cock he forces another inch in

his tip touches your cervix and you thrash around wildly, accidentally forcing yourself down on his dick a little more

you feel impossibly full, like your fuck hole is going to rip in two

“i think that’s as far as you’re gonna take me tonight princess, tsk tsk, we’ll have to keep cock training you until you can take my full length”

he grabs your chin and yanks it so you’re forced to look at his cock crammed in your impossibly tight pussy

there’s at least two or three inches that aren’t sheathed in you

you clench around his cock when you see just how torn apart your pussy lips are, you sob harder, feeling absolutely ruined

he pulls his dick all the way out until just his tip is left inside, he slams his cock back into you without warning, setting a brutal pace as he r4pes your tight whore hole

he grips your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, your titties flop around with each thrust

he removes one hand from your hip and starts brutally rubbing your engorged clit, you throw your head back, drool slipping past the gag

you’re so overstimulated, the line between pain and pleasure blurring

you feel your cunt fluttering around his cock, he does too

“that’s right squeeze my dick baby, you love being my cocksleeve, you love that i chose you to kidnap and to r4pe, eventually you’re going to be begging me to r4pe and breed your holes over and over again everyday”

his words disgust you but your body doesn’t care

you cum so hard you see stars

he pulls his dick all the way out and you scream around your gag, drool running all down your body by this point

he harshly grabs your jaw and forces you to look down at his dick covered in your cream, the proof of the orgasm you just had

“look how much my dirty fuck doll enjoyed being r4ped”

you clench around nothing, your pussy is gaping so much you don’t feel his cum leaking out of your abused hole

“now let’s see if we can use some of this cum to get into your tight ass, i want to see both fuck holes gaping by the end of the night”

[bigfatbimbo]

sub lucifer definitely pulls hair when you give him head. imagine the so powerful king of hell getting scolded because he can’t help but thrust up in your mouth and pull hair meanwhile you edge him

he is loud but when is about to come he stutters and whimper, throwing his head back against the pillow

HE IS A PILLOW PRINCE!! a pillow king???

(p.s: same anon that requested vox with mommy kink. love ur writing so much) ;))))

a/n — THIS IS THE REALEST THING EVER OH MY GOD! Also here’s a meaningless little smut drabble with Lucifer to make up for the evil atrocities i’ve written tonight.

“Lucifer, control yourself.” You pull off his dick with a ‘pop’ and gaze disapprovingly up at him.

He whines at the loss of your warm wet mouth, “I’m trying, please.” His eyes search yours desperately.

“Try harder,” you command, “Do you want me to tie your hands up?”

He shakes his head fast and whines loudly as you plunge down on his dick once again.

Tears fill his eyes as he try’s to contain himself. The desperate urge to do something overtakes him. To tangle his hands in your hair or to buck up into your mouth.

The tears finally spill from his eyes as he tries with all his might to stop himself. He’s the king of hell, hypothetically he should be able too.

But, then again, it’s been so long. And the way you’re bobbing up and down on his cock is fogging up his mind.

He couldn’t stop himself. In one swift movement, he thrusts his hips up into your mouth, making you gag.

Furiously, you slam him back down by his waist and once again pull off.

He whimpers and looks away, feeling his mouth wrinkle down and his face get red, followed by warm tears flooding rapidly  from his eyes.

Oh how he hated you being mad at him. You crawled towards him on the matters and sat on his stomach, just missing his aching dick.

“Please, ‘didn’t mean too, mommy, please,” Lucifer choked out pathetically. 

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Luci,” you hiss, earning a whimper from the man below you, “If you want my mouth back on you, you’ll just have to earn it.”

“What do you…” Lucifer began, before seeing you get up and understanding what was about to happen, “Oh god, yes of course. Anything, mommy. I’ll do anything.”

He rambled on dumbly as you lowered your pussy onto his tear-stuck face. 

“Earn it back, Luci. Be my good boy,” You say, beginning to ride his tongue. 

He lapped you up, eagerly trying to make you feel good so you’d forgive him. From the sound of it, his plan was working.

“Good boy, sweetheart. Just like that. Keeping going,” you sigh contently, picking up the pace.

You hear Lucifer moan softly from underneath you, and his hands rose to clutch your thighs.

“Making mommy feel so good, baby. My good boy,” you mutter sweet nothings as you feel your climax building.

Lucifer’s whines from beneath you were becoming hard to ignore, along with the bucking of his hips from the other side of the bed.

Although, he was making you feel good enough. You decided not to degrade him for it. 

He happily sucked at your clit, earning a long drawn out moan from you.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, Luci. My beautiful pretty boy—“ Your words are cut short.

Lucifer’s moans reach their peek as he climaxes untouched. Your hips stop moving and you pull off.

At first he’s confused, as if he doesn’t realize what he’s done. But then, his face wrinkles up and he lets out a desperate, apologetic whine.

“I didn’t—“ He tries.

“Oh but you did,” you say simply, “You dumb whore. Couldn’t stop yourself, could you?

He shakes his head and kicks his feet, tears beginning to fall once more. “Please mommy, I didn’t mean it.”

“That didn’t stop you, huh baby? It’s clear you didn’t learn your lesson,” That earns a cry from Lucifer, “Now, mommy has to punish you. Because that’s what happens to desperate sluts.”

You get off the bed and retrieve ropes from a nearby drawer. Lucifer looked absolutely horrified at the sight and whined uselessly.

“Now, sweetie, you don’t get to touch me at all,” You grin maliciously in his direction.

This was going to be fun.

[nothomegal]

HIII I MISS YOU :(( straight to the point, I need a yandere pyramid head fic!!

I´m sorry for the disappearance ;v; Can't post much due my studies.

Anyways, I ADORE your suggestion! And boy if our little (Y/N) is going to have a rough time with a yandere creature like Pyramid Head ._.)

Welp, let's start the story!

"Innocent lamb"

(Yandere!Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Summary: the entity's realm was hell for some, heaven for others, and an inconvenience for the rest... But when one of the creatures encountered you, he made it everyone's problem, even the entity's that brough him there in the first place. But he meant no harm to you. He likes you. He wants you. He needs you. And he wͦ̀ͯi̸ll̩ͩ have Y̛̗̰͇͚͓͈̣͕̰͓̗͛ͤ̀̇̍ͥ͒̓͝Ơ̵̔_̰̅U̵̷̡̧̡̨͖̟̹͙̙͓̥̗̫̣̙͉͕͉̣̬̇ͭ͗̉͂̅̍͗̇̇́́̈͟͞

Warnings: yandere/obsessive behavior, violence and violent acts, quite angst(y) mood in general, (understandably) terrified reader darling :(.

Word count: 4.2k

The moment they entered the trial, all four survivors knew right away who the killer was. Either its the dread they all felt as soon as their feet made contact with the ground that gave it away, or the fact that the entity had placed all of them in the same spot next to two generators just to have any chances to make it out alive.

But they know it's in vain, they know they're doomed for a long long death by bleeding out.

They know it... Because (Y/N) is with them.

Said survivor had to bite their lip to avoid crying, as guilt and terror embraced them. Just because the monster had this unholy obsession with them it didn't mean they were okay with it, if anything it scared them more.

He, Pyramid Head, the Executioner... Or however you want to nickname him, is said to be one of the most powerful creatures the entity had the pleasure to bring, so powerful in fact that the spider-like being had to make a deal to bring him.

So it's not surprising that they are absolutely horrified, but who wouldn't? This monster, an embodiment of pain and punishment, almost a god, has been hunting them relentlessly ever since he laid his gaze or... Helmet? On them.

At first it was all jokes and gags;

'Aww look, (Y/N) has a boyfriend!'

'Watch out, here comes your crush (Y/N)!'

'Uh-oh, the triangle man seems jealous, look how pissed he is at Nea for healing you!'.

But the jokes stopped when it got clear how truly messed up and sinister said 'crush' is.

They still remember it, it was a regular match against that one masked knife wielding guy that runs a lot, he's called 'Legion' they think. The trial was going relatively well, just like many previous ones. Until it suddenly got an 180° turn when one of the walls to the realm was literally destroyed by a hulking mass of muscle and a giant knife. To say both (Y/N) and the killer nearly had a cardiac arrest was an understatement, things got so ugly that the entity had to intervene and cut the trial short.

That incident could be a fuel for a new wave of jokes, could... If it didn't happen again. And that next time was even worse, the beast nearly made his way into the survivor side of the realm, somehow bursting through the barrier the entity had created to keep the survivors separated from the killers to avoid any pity fights after trials.

Ever since that event, Pyramid Head was strictly kept in 'his' realm, aka Midwich Elementary School.

Sometimes, after escaping through the gates and running back into the camp through the fog, (Y/N) could swear they can hear the monster roar in the distance. Loud, distorted and fierce howls resonating somewhere behind the dense fog, as if the creature was desperately trying to yell out their name. Either to let them know how badly he wants them or a promise to break free and get them... Both possibilities giving them chills.

The entity of course wasn't okay with this, it was pissed! But it also could do so little... The great deal now had turned into a major curse. If the deal is broken, the Executioner won't hesitate to damage the realm to get what he wants. But if it remains, the monster will find new ways to bend the rules and make it everyone's problem.

Why the entity doesn't just give (Y/N) to the beast or gets rid of them ones for all? No one really has the answer. Some think it's due the entity's pride, or the possibility of the executioner going ballistic. For now, it's more of a silent (and petty) battle between two stubborn beings, each of them refusing to back away from their goal.

Goal. The entity's goal, though still confusing, is more or less clear; force people and creatures to play these twisted games and feed on those who get sacrificed. But the executioner's goal? It's straight up a mystery. (Y/N) know it has something to do with them, but... Why them exactly? Why not Cheryl? Didn't she come from the same place as that beast? What the monster even wants them for?

What will he do when he finally gets his hands on them? Wh-

A rough shake snapped (Y/N) out of their internal break down.

They blink a couple of times, tears of fear nearly sliding down their cheeks as their body shivers. They were scared, more than the other three survivors combined.

The survivor holding them by their shoulders, David, sighs when he finally notices them react.

—"Look, I know you're scared..."— he starts talking, his voice surprisingly calm.

—"I'm-... I- I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry-..."— you choke out in a weak wobbly voice, guilt eating you from inside.

—"No no. Just listen for a sec. I... Well, we all can tell that you aren't enjoying it neither. So, let's not break down into a soap opera, okay? Don’t think of this as hopeless match, but as another chance to woop that asshole's ass and escape."—

—"And also leave him empty handed!"— Feng announces from her place while already working on a generator.

—"Yeah, screw that triangular piece of shit! Let's try out Dwight's strategy this time. You remember it, do you?"— he asks you, not letting go of your shoulders yet.

The surprisingly positive and reassuring words of their teammates towards them really soothed and even cheered (Y/N) a bit. With a small smile they quickly wipe their eyes before nodding.

—"Good, see? We're already starting on a good note!"— he lets go to then pat your back, basically pushing you forward. —"Now go help with a gen before putting the 'plan' into work."—

Though the push hurt a bit, (Y/N) didn't care at all about the pain, too focused on keepings all the negative and pessimistic thoughts away.

For the first minute and a half everything was going well, (Y/N) and Feng were working on one generator while David and Jonah were working on the other one. The four of them were dead silent, straining their ears for any of the sounds the creature makes, such as heavy footsteps, the scraping of his gigantic knife or their own heartbeat. Weirdly enough, everything was calm... Too calm.

(Y/N) nearly choked with air when a cold chill ran through their spine.

Spine Chill. The beast... Is watching them.

They attempt to subtly alert Feng by carefully tapping her leg, but as soon as their fingertips touched the other girl’s skin, their heartbeat started to get louder and louder, until…

—“WATCH OUT!”—

(Y/N) exclaimed as they pushed Feng, just in time to dodge a bunch of sharp and rusted metal pieces coming out the ground.

—“Holy-...”— she mutters.

Now that the monster is here, the four survivors decided to put in action the mentioned strategy.

They all let go of the generators and run away in different directions, (Y/N) being the most desperate while running since they know exactly who the beast is targeting.

His pattern is always the same; chase after until sending them into a cage to then down all of their teammates and then come straight back to all caged and helpless (Y/N) and then… Stare or touch them until the others bleed out or the entity has enough.

The difference in the current case, is that (Y/N) is not playing just cat and mouse. In fact, chasing them is the worst the killer can do. All of their abilities are chase oriented, another teammate lurking around has all the boon ones, while the last two have all is needed to rush through the generators. If everything works out, the monster will get himself in a situation where he's be forced to leave (Y/N) alone.

The chase was intense, at least for (Y/N). Despite never catching a clear view of the Executioner, they could feel him close behind, following them methodically like a wild animal on a hunt, waiting for the right moment to strike while keeping up the tension.

It was hard to maintain the focus, every single hallways in The Game looked the exact same. Did they vaulted that window already? Didn't they pre-dropped that palled over there? Did Feng placed it up again? Are the other two working on the generators? Have they taken this left path before?

So many questions where swarming their mind as their legs kept carrying them on, only momentarily relaxing when two generators finally made that distinguish noise.

Two done! Tree left.

A breathless laugh escaped from them. Great! This is already going better than all of their previous encounters with the Executioner, which would always end with the first generator barely reaching 30%.

However, their smile was quickly swept when they realized they no longer hear their heartbeat or thundering footsteps tailing behind. It was silent, dead silent, with no other sounds that their own breathing.

A wave of anxiety flushed through (Y/N) like a tsunami wave and started to drag and drown them deeper into their own worries.

What the?... Okay, this was not part of the plan. The Executioner had never left the chase with them, never. So the fact that he finally did, and apparently a while ago, made them shake.

With nothing else to do, they gather the courage to start moving again. Where? Somewhere! Anywhere but to stay in place and be an easy target to the beast that so desperately wants them.

They keep running, stopping only for a brief moment before turning a corner, making sure they don't hear any muffled breathing that at times resembled growls. They learned the hard way with the Shape that some killers like to wait around corners, and they don't want to commit the same mistake right now.

Their heart jerked when they heard a scream resonate from their left, and a faint reddish aura in the shape of a human gleamed for a second before disappearing.

David is down.

And it seems like he's not getting picked up, which could either mean that the monster is setting up a trap or chasing someone else. Whichever the case is, they shouldn't go-

They hear a bunch of footsteps come their way, and in a set of panic they crouch behind a bunch of boxes, silently praying that their disguise is mildly good.

They can't see much from their spot, but they can clearly recognize the shape of Jonah running away from something massive.

As soon as the two figures passed by, (Y/N) gets up and takes off running towards David to check on him.

After some wondering around the labyrinth-like place, they finally reach their injured teammate, who was still on the ground and groaning from pain.

—"{David!}"— you whisper-yell as you start running towards him.

He weakly lifts his head just enough to see them. When he recognized who it is, he starts to frantically shake his head.

—"NO! GET THE FUCK OUT!"—

Huh? What-

As (Y/N) is about to reach David, a path of sharp metal pieces and razor wires had emerged right in front of them, just when they're about to make contact with the floor again, making in impossible to dodge.

The second their leg got tangled into the sharp metallic mess, everything went too fast. They don't even have time to pull away as something sliced them on their side, sending them directly on the ground.

They send a guilty and ashamed glance to David, who had an frustrated expression.

—"{Sorry...}"— you mouth.

(Y/N) has no chance to see David's answer as a massive hand suddenly curled around their throat and forced them to look away from the other man.

Their eyes wide at the sight of the beast menacingly hovering over their helpless form, holding their body in place between him and the ground. The muscles of his extended arm were tense, his breathing heavy, almost like he's holding back the anger and displeasure caused by them giving attention to someone else.

Their heart skipped beats, their breath uneven, their eyes watered as they tightly closed them, not wanting to witness whatever this thing was about to do. They can feel the warmth coming from his body, his breathing slowly stabilizing, as if staring at them and watching them slowly submit was enough to calm the monster. Ironically, it did the complete opposite to (Y/N), as their own heartbeat raised from the anxiety of having to face the unknown, attempt to predict the unpredictable and prepare to witness another massacre unfold around them at any second... Just to then end up caged and at the mercy of this-

—"LEAVE THEM ALONE ASSHOLE!"— David angrily yells from his place, struggling and trying to stand up. —"You're fucking terrifying, of course they don't want to look at you!"—

They can feel Pyramid Head's hand tense and start shaking, his fingers twitching and pressing further into their skin. (Y/N) was beyond terrified now, just a little bit of pressure and the creature could crush their throat like a cardboard tube.

David, though clearly using all of his strength, ended up falling back on the ground, as if some invisible weigh is actively pushing him down.

—“You freak! Absolute sick fuck! Let them go already!”—

As the waterfall of profanities continues, (Y/N) slowly places their hands around the monster’s wrist to attempt to push his hand away, unfortunately he didn’t budge at all.

Suddenly, David’s stops screaming and the very next second (Y/N) feels something warm and slippery press against their cheek.

They jerk in place at the uncanny sensation and shoot open their eyes, a breathless gasp escaping them at the sight of a… Wh-What even is that? A freaking tentacle? A tongue?…

The dark pink muscle wiggles in front of their face for a moment before licking another stride, wiping some of their tears and blood in the process, making (Y/N) shiver in discomfort.

They shoot a confused glance to David, desperately wanting to know if he’s witnessing this too. The man had an expression of pure ‘what the fuck’; eyes narrowed, brows furrowed and mouth slightly gaping.

This eye contact was brief though. (Y/N) got startled for a loud growl that reverbed from the beast's chest and helmet. The hand finally leaves their throat as the beast stands up to his full height and starts making his way to David, leaving them alone, as well as his knife?

(Y/N) throws their teammate a scared look, but David responds with a forced smirk.

—"Ah, now you decide to drag your big ass towards me."— he mutters through gritted teeth.

The monster seem to not react to his taunts. With each step that he takes towards David, his mask of confidence seems to crack.

Nevertheless, the man didn’t back out from his insults, he never does.

—“What’s wrong? Why so pissy, huh?! Jealous that (Y/N) prefers us?!”—

Saying their name was a sore spot to hit, and the way Pyramid Head reacted confirmed that.

The monster roughly grabs David by the neck, completely ignoring the fact that he’s not even holding his weapon. Instead he uses his bare hands to silence him.

Nasty, wet and crunchy sounds resonated through the room and hallways as the creature began to tear the man’s body limb by limb, piece by peace, unbothered by the pained screams of his victim or the low groan of displeasure that resonated from above for again not playing by the rules.

(Y/N) froze in horror at the sight in front of them. Blood, chunks of flesh and bone pieces where flying everywhere, never before they’ve witnessed this type of gore, not even during the ‘mori’.

Though it felt like the massacre lasted hours, it was actually second. The monster threw the whatever remaining he had in his hands and slowly turned back to (Y/N), who was still frozen and unable to look away from what was left from David. They know they will meet again in the fire camp, in one piece and alive, but god they felt sick...

Their shock breaks only when the thundering footsteps began to resonate again, shaking the ground underneath them with each the creature took. He grew closer, and closer, with them being able to do absolutely nothing aside from attempting to crawl away.

But that pity attempt was stopped when the same sharp wires and rusty metal pieces emerged from the ground and wrapped around their body, pulling them slowly underneath and sinking them further into the ground. And before they realize it, their body is already trapped in that rotten metallic cage.

Cold metal spikes just inches away from their flesh, so close to penetrate their skin, a wrong move and they would undoubtedly get hurt. But even if they wanted to move, they couldn't really. The space in the structure was small, claustrophobic even, each spike perfectly adjusted to keep their form in place. In some twisted way, it felt like a hug, a very cold, unwelcoming and unnerving hug.

They flinch when they hear a scream resonate from somewhere, which was cut by a loud slam.

Feng was caught.

It seems like the Executioner didn't bother to down her, rather getting rid of her directly, most likely because he's aware that Jonah is not keen of going for rescues...

And speaking of the man, there is his aura flashing before (Y/N)'s eyes as his body fell on the floor.

He's down... Which means that-

Before they even finish their conclusion, the tall figure of the monster appeared. Just by looking at them his behavior seemed to change; movements more erratic and pace uneven, almost like he's hypnotized.

He makes his way to them, slowly, as if purposely building up the tension.

(Y/N) wanted to look away or close their eyes, but whenever they did so the cage felt painfully small. It hurt, literally, so they stare at that beast grow closer with wide shaky eyes that struggled to keep their focus on him. This is something Pyramid Head was always good at, he could always make you fear, even the toughest bravest ones would inevitably succumb to the terror his presence brings.

Ones in front of them, the creature stops in place and simply stares, like he always did.

(Y/N), though still scared, was a tiny bit relieved that this is what the rest of the trial would be; them being pinned like a butterfly with the monster observing.

It would be just that.

Just this bizarre staring contest.

...Right?

WRONG.

The creature suddenly let go of his weapon and grabs the edges of the cage with both hands quite violently.

Now the little hope and comfort (Y/N) had was thrown out the window, as now they realize they no longer have any idea of what will happen next.

And by what it looks like, the entity is not planning to intervene, as if curious itself to see what will happen next.

Pyramid Head remains like this, his big hands tightly squeezing the imperfect metal bars, bending them slightly and making the already miserable looking material groan from the pressure he was applying.

It looked like he wanted to destroy that cage, rip it apart and get to them, but didn't do it by holding himself back... Why? What's even the point of this build up? What's even the point in wanting them?!

—"{Wh-...Why?...}"— you choke out in a very quiet voice. —"{Why a-are you d-... doing this?...}"—

(Y/N) knows is stupid to ask, Pyramid Head can't even speak! But they can't help themselves, they're too scared, their anxiety is unbearable and their thoughts are too out of control. They need answers, anything that could even hint for a possible explanation of the killer's intentions.

They began to second guess their decision to speak when the creature froze in place, even his breath was now inaudible. This was the first time (Y/N) spoke directly to the monster, but they didn't expect him to react at this fact, not like this, or at all.

But he did, he did acknowledged that little detail, and he will make sure they acknowledge it too.

The creature soon moves again, by slowly leaning closer and slightly tilting his head to the side, almost like trying to get a better look at them.

His breathing got heavier, low huffs and growls resonating from that metallic helmet of his. It really looked like he was actively holding back some major urge or desire, but what it is?

(Y/N) wanted to ask again, but decided against it as there is little Pyramid Head could do to answer, and even if he could, why should he? Maybe it's more amusing to him to see them helplessly wondering in the dark and unable to comprehend what's going on.

Or maybe, there is simply nothing to explain?... Maybe he does what he does just because? Human mind is way too used to seek for reasons and explanations for anything and everything, often forgetting that sometimes the answer is way too simple or straight up null, could that be the case?

The same groan coming from the cage bars pulled (Y/N) out of their thoughts. They forget how to breathe at the sight of the structure slowly collapsing as the monster starts to rip the bars with his raw strength.

A scared yelp escaped them as they try to back further into the cage as much as they can, ignoring the sharp edges that scratched or pierced their body. They barely felt pain, none at all actually, the adrenaline and basic survival instincts keeping their body resilient and ready to run. The sad part is, is that there is nowhere to run, nothing to do. It's sweet that their body tries so desperately to keep their hopes up and reassure their survival, but their mind is more than aware of the cold desolated reality...

The front part of the cage was eventually ripped off and thrown against the floor violently. (Y/N) can only cover their eyes with their hands and quietly sob as they wait for whatever the monster had planned to do next.

Even when no further actions are made, they refuse to look. They no longer want to face this thing, they no longer want to suffer this torment. Regardless if they believed in any religion or no, they mutter silent prayers under their breath, but not no save them, but to make it end and to know how sorry they are for any evil or harm they've did in their life that leaded to such tragic conclusion.

But this is where the catch is... They've committed none. At least from the Executioner's perspective.

Despite their whispers being so silent to a non-existent point, Pyramid Head heard them loud and clear. And the more he heard their voice, the more he felt the inside of his chest burn and the desire for them grow even more. (Y/N) is not perfect, they're human after all, and all humans have their fair share of flaws and defects... But unlike the rest, (Y/N) has the ability to acknowledge said imperfections and genuinely try to make up for them, to fix them... Regardless if they get something in return or not.

This, this is the true purity in a human being. An innocence and kindness so genuine that it would be a sin not to worship and protect... And who is a best fit to take care of it other than the fearsome Pyramid Head?

(Y/N)... So pure... So innocent... So kind... He must keep them save.

He must keep them...

He wants them...

W̴͕̳͈͔̭̝͠ͅ a̶̩̰̲̎̓͊̈̓̕ ǹ̴̢͇̬̘̗̯̜̍̋͊͠͝͠ ṭ̶͇̃̔͝ s̶̭̩͔̹̝̼̅̍̆̉͌͝

As the monster is about to reach them, a spider like legs burst out through the floor and wrap themselves around (Y/N).

The trial... Is over.

And while the absolutely livid roar gets overshadowed by the groans of the entity as the black fog surrounds the whole place. (Y/N) only keeps quietly sobbing as they cling to the spider leg sticking out of their chest. And though they knew the entity is the main responsible of their current torment, they were too overwhelmed with emotions to properly process their actions.

Surprisingly, the spider-like being didn't disappear right away, probably feeling pity for their situation and allowing them to cry for a brief moment, most likely to compensate this unplanned mess they have to deal with.

To everyone's surprise in the camp, when (Y/N) finally arrived they where unconscious, either passed out after such emotional roller coaster or the entity wants them take some genuine rest. Whatever the case it, it didn't matter, what matters is that their fellow friend is back save and sound, right?

As one of the survivors decided to take them closer to the bonfire for warmth and comfort, they could swear they heard some weird noises from afar.

It resembled a demonic cry filler with rage, so distant yet menacing. Everyone instinctively shivered.

And though (Y/N) successfully 'survived' yet another trial with the executioner, almost everyone had the gut feeling that the next encounter they have with the beast, it will not end good...

They all take a glance at their still unconscious form.

Poor (Y/N)...

[forthewomenonly]

Tara? Pt. 2

Warnings: NSFW, smut, GAYS, Tara Carpenter x fem reader(implies, no pronouns used), mommy kink, dom r, sub Tara, horny Tara, perv Tara a/n: Here’s subby pathetic Tara for you all, enjoy! Part 1 ...Tara? Fuck.

Tara swiftly yanks the blanket up to her chest, knocking your legs off of her lap and the couch in the process. You groan, rubbing your eyes and sitting up trying to make out your best friend in the dark room. Tara’s face is illuminated by the movie still playing and you can see a deep blush settling across her freckle dusted cheeks. She wears a horrified, flustered expression. Instantly you reach out to her cupping her face and sitting down on her lap. She lets out a choked whimper, only fueling the concern you feel for the brunette. “Tar are you okay, what’s wrong baby?” you ask slowly tilting her head up forcing her to look into your eyes. “Fuck, you’re killing me y/n.” she says breathlessly leaning forward pushing her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. As she leans forward the blanket falls down from her chest and settles on her lap. You notice the white on her shirt nearly as quickly as you notice the bulge in her lap. You look behind you it couldn’t be the tv remote, the remote is on the table. You’re not stupid, you know what the bulge is pressed against you. You know exactly what it is. You coo at her, pushing her slightly sweaty bangs out of her face. You settle on your knees in front of her. “y/n I- wait w-what are you doing.” she sputters out. You don’t answer, instead you pull the blanket off of her lap letting it fall down beside you on the floor. She gasps reaching down to the blanket prepared to give you a justifiable reason as to why her dick is out. And hard. You push her back into the couch. Tara is painfully hard, pulsing under your gaze, her oozing tip red and angry. Her jaw is slack, looking down at you with wide eyes. You briefly consider bringing Tara her inhaler the way her chest is heaving and her breaths are shallow. “Do you want me to touch you?”  “What?” she asks incredulously.  “Do you want me to make you feel good?” you say, louder this time.  “Please” she whimpers out quietly. “Yes y/n, please touch me.” She says clearing her throat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. Her voice is quiet and strained and you absolutely love the effect you’re having on her. You press her drooling head between your thumb and forefinger, and she lets out a broken sob. You lick down her shaft all the while keeping direct eye contact with the shaking brunette. You swirl your tongue expertly around her head before taking the first few inches of her dick in your mouth. Tara moans loudly reaching a hand down to tug on your hair. She’s trying so hard not to seem desperate, you can tell. But when you take more of her in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around her Tara doesn’t seem to give a fuck about maintaining her dignity anymore, as she jerks her hips up into your throat. You gag around her and your eyes start to water. Tara tries pushing your head off of her dick, scared that she hurt you or went too far. You don’t stop, squeezing her hip lightly to reassure her that you’re okay. You grip your hands onto her thighs and continue to bob your head with vigor, pumping the rest of the length you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand. She fucks into your mouth pushing her entire length down your throat until your nose brushes against her lower abdomen. Tara is not at all quiet and you’re sure that this must sound like something straight out of a porno as you gag on her cock and she moans out shamelessly. 

“Shit i’m gonna cum y/n, please please can I cum?”  You nod your head around her giving silent permission to finish in your mouth. She grinds her dick into your mouth hard, gripping your hair and throwing her head back.  “M-mommy.” she whines out. You quirk an eyebrow looking up at her, Tara’s far too lost in her own pleasure to realize the word which escaped her mouth. You continue your movements, feeling her twitch against your tongue.  She cums down your throat. You moan at her taste, Tara’s cum is thick and feels heavy in your stomach, you find yourself loving the taste instantly. You press a final kiss to her tip before standing up, licking the salty fluid from your lips and undressing yourself. Pulling Tara’s pants and boxers fully off before straddling her thighs.  Looking down at Tara she matches your gaze looking desperate and needy ready for more of whatever you choose to give her. You take off her stained shirt next, giggling because her collarbones are just as flushed red as her cheeks. Your hand wraps itself around the base of her yet again hardened cock running it through your sopping folds and rubbing it against your puffy clit. Tara’s dumbfounded looking at your pussy with the utmost adoration.  “You wanna make Mommy cum now too baby?” Her eyes widen comically large at the name and she all but screams as you slam your hips down, taking Tara all in at once. You rock your hips against her, sinking up and down, impaling yourself on Tara’s cock.  “Oh you’re so so good for me baby, what a good toy for Mommy to use, hm?” you say through your breathy moans. She nods pathetically, head spinning at the praise you give her.  “Yes Mommy, m’so good for you.”  “My good girl” Tara’s cock twitches and drools precum inside of you. You called her your good girl. You called Tara yours. She thrusts upwards trying to match your pace as you ride her vigorously. You clench around her dick feeling every vein rub against your velvety walls. “Fuck i’m gonna cum” she nods in response staring down and the juncture where your hips meet. Tara’s whimpering and whining underneath you and you can tell that she close, holding out, waiting for your permission to cum. “You wanna cum inside Mommy Tara?”  “Please yes, fuck Mommy, need it- I need it”  “Go ahead love.” The look on Tara’s face is unforgettable as she empties herself inside of you, painting your inner walls white and triggering your own orgasm. Her eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed, and mouth agape and you’re sure that that look will be ingrained in your brain forever. She looks so cute and needy like this you think as she grinds up into you, both of you riding out the high of your orgasms together. Tara’s still hard inside of you, you can feel her dick throbbing. She whimpers desperately as you climb off of her lap. Her cock looks so pretty like this covered in drool, precum, your cum, and her previous load. You sigh at her dick’s continuous hardened state before wrapping your hand around it and jerking her off, the various fluid covering her shaft proving to be a useful lubricant.  “You’re still so hard for me, what a needy play thing.” you coo in her ear from your place on the couch beside her. The brunette’s eyes roll back into her head as she humps into your hand. “I can’t help it” she whines. Tara wishes she could tell you just how fucked her libido is because of you. She wishes that she could tell you that she’s always so hard for you and can’t cum unless unless she thinks of you. But she doesn’t say anything, she just moans, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.  “I don’t want you to help it” you growl in response. You love how needy Tara is for you, it turns you on so fucking much that she thinks of you while getting off. You pump her harder noticing the copious amounts of precum leaking from her tip, whispering the most delicious dirty words in her ear.  “Cum for me like a good girl, come on Tara let go.” and she does, her hips stutter in the air as she chases her orgasm and soon she’s cumming all over her couch and your hands. You suck her cum off your fingers and Tara groans. “Look at this” you say gesturing to her couch. “You’re such a messy girl baby.”  “Fuck Mommy” she gasps out. You smile, leaning over to kiss Tara’s lips. She whines when you pull away, leaving to grab a cloth to wipe Tara’s cum off of her dick and the couch. Thank god that the couch is upholstered with leather fabric and is easy to wipe off you think to yourself. Just as you finish rinsing the cloth out in the sink and returning to Tara, Sam’s keys jingle, fumbling with the lock to get inside. Both of your eyes widen and you carelessly throw on your clothes, forgoing underwear to save time. You both hide underneath the blanket and lay down together, attempting to stay subtle as Sam waltzes inside. “Oh hey y/n” she greets you kindly. “It’s late, you both should go to bed soon.” she says, her protective caring instincts peaking through her tone.  “Sure Sam, we’ll just finish this movie then go right to bed!” The older Carpenter narrows her eyes at the credits rolling on the screen signifying the end of the movie. You roll your eyes and fight the urge to smack Tara for her lack of subtlety. But surprisingly Tara’s bullshit excuse is good enough for Sam as she turns on her heel as walks towards her bedroom. “Goodnight!” she calls out.  “Goodnight Sam!” Tara squeaks, her voice still wavering. “Night Sam” you say much more eloquently. As soon as her door clicks shut you giggle, teasing Tara for her stupid excuse. She furrows her eyebrows and juts her bottom lip out. You laugh kissing her pout away.  “i love you Tara” she beams showing hear gorgeous smile and adorable dimples. “I love you too y/n.” a/n: Would just like to point out that since part one took place on the same day as part two... Tara came 5 times in one day. That’s wild. Gotta applaud her for that libido though. 

[prismatic-bell]

Okay so I never actually want to see Disney or Tim Burton touch this with a thirty-foot pole because they’d fucking ruin it, but. May I present to you The Nightmare Before Christmas 2 that lives in my head rent-free:

Jack Strikes Back.

It’s another ordinary year in Halloweentown when there’s a knock at Jack’s door. He opens it and there’s an extremely burly dude in a loincloth, a fairy, and a walking pot of burning oil.

They want to talk to Jack.

He has experience, they’ve heard, with a certain big red lobster man yelling about how holidays are supposed to give each other their space and not railroad over each other, and our motley band of new protagonists could use his expertise on the matter. Because it seems old Sandy Claws might be just a leeeeeeeettle bit of a hypocrite.

These three representatives have a favor to ask of Jack: help get Claus back where he fucking belongs and out of Chanukkah.

Featuring:

—a running gag where the Chanukkians go to utterly ridiculous, Rube Goldberg-like lengths to keep the pot of oil lit. It never goes out, but good lord at what cost.

—this gag finally pays off right at the very end when everybody thinks Santa’s extinguished the oil. After a moment’s horrified silence the flame appears again and everybody from Halloweentown loses their shit cheering, because it’s been thirty years and they’re STILL a little confused but they got the spirit.

—the mayor is absolutely delighted by the presence of gelt. Candy? Your holiday includes CANDY? How excellent! Forward-thinking, even! Kindred spirits!

—everybody is confused by the fairy, including the fairy. She tells people she wasn’t originally from Chanukkahtown, she was from an ad campaign. She thinks. She’s not really sure. Characters from Chanukkahtown who speak Hebrew don’t seem to notice she’s there.

—of course there’s a group of arguing rabbis. OF COURSE there is. And yes, it is of course implied that two of them are Shammai and Hillel, because they’re arguing about which way you’re supposed to light the chanukkiyah.

—Santa tries to blame Jack because after all, Jack wanted more Christmas! Santa’s just being nice! Jack is having none of this.

—Lock, Stock, and Barrel are basically in love with Judah Maccabee (the big burly dude, of course) because he enjoys catapults.

—Jack does actually try to learn about Chanukkah. The problem is, every question he asks, he gets multiple, wildly various, all correct answers. The only time everybody agrees is when he says “and when is this Chanukkah?” and Judah goes THE TWENTY-FIFTH DAY OF KISLEV and Jack goes “which is…when, exactly?” And everybody just stops and stares at each other before they all go “uh….we can check. Yeah. We’ll check.”

—the fairy is horrified to find out the reason she doesn’t remember where she’s from is because the answer is “Christmastown.” She was basically a Smurfette. When Santa tries to recall her she’s like “D: nope sorry I’m defecting I’d rather have no past and make people happy even if I AM an ad campaign”

—the rabbis thank Jack at the end by giving him “a traditional Chanukkah token.” It’s a pair of socks.

[partywithoutsmiling]

Genre-Fluid Branch XD The idea for the lore behind this one... well, or idea for another AU XD everyone keeps doing the 'Branch gets adopted by other tribe', but what if he wasn't a young trolling when that happened?

The scenes from the first movie- played for comedic gag- where he kept interrupting events to scream about Bergens- ended with him overthrowing coffin at a funeral, and I image even for Pop Trolls, that would be kind of like the last straw- especially for the grieving widow

After calming down from his panic attack, I imagine even his most stalwart defender at the time (Poppy and to some extent Peppy) would be at loss what to do and what to say to smooth this mess over, and Branch himself would probably feel pretty horrified and horrible

Now feeling most ostracized than ever, I can just imagine him having quite the bout of absolute self-loathing, and coming to conviction that he is very much not welcome among his tribe- especially if he overhears trolls discussing him as if he was the worst thing to ever the walk the earth

Miserable, unhappy and very very lonely, he could be prime for breaking point- where instead of staying in his bunker and embracing the half-forgotten promise of his brothers returning, he chucks all that aside, packs his bags and decides to leave the Troll Village for good. (And perhaps in hopes to find his missing brothers himself, if only to get that part of closure)

After all, it's not like anyone would miss him. (He is wrong of course)

Time wise, set probably roughly 3 or 4 years before the events of the 1st movie, and thus Branch is a very young troll who probably just got into his 20s

Of course, his travels will bring him far and wide, eventually meeting all of the tribes (each offering a different perspective on life), allowing him to heal with help his own tribe cant provide

He would eventually head back to troll village- if only to get few sentimental things from his bunker that he left behind in his hurry to run away- just in time to see the mess of the 20th anniversay escape party

Lets's call this.... Wanderer!Branch AU?

[luvindrr]

Atsumu will not let you win the toothpaste battle

atsumu miya x gn!reader (implied short) | fluff | 583 words a/n: fighting over who can squeeze out the last bit of toothpaste

“That was delicious, baby. Thanks so much.” Atsumu places a kiss on your cheek as he passes you, placing his bowl in the sink. He’s rinsing it off when you find your way next to him, setting your own bowl under the water. “Can you rinse mine too? Thanks, babe.” He doesn’t get a chance to respond before you shuffle towards the bathroom with suspicious quickness.

You fucking cheat.

You shriek when he picks you up from behind, throwing you over his shoulder. He’s not even fully in the living room when he tosses you over the back of the couch, your flailing body landing onto the masses of throw pillows. He stays only long enough to be sure you’re unhurt (your confirmation comes as a pillow to his head) before he bolts. He won’t grant you the courtesy of fairness. You didn’t grant it to him.

You race close behind, but 'Tsumu isn’t a trained athlete for nothing. He ignores your cries and bribes (“You can have my ice cream sandwich if you stop right now!”) for the real prize, the real goal. His eyes are hyper-focused, his gaze intense. He’s right there, right at the finish line, just one more stretch-

His entire body slams through the bathroom door. His hands scramble to the countertop, snatching that precious, beautiful, mint-in-a-bottle elixir-

“'Tsumu!” You’re at the door only a few seconds later, red-faced and sulking. “That’s not fair. You went first yesterday!” You lunge for his prize, but he snatches it up with trained quickness, sticking out his tongue when you frown harder. “Well, putting aside the fact that you were cheating,” You huff and cross your arms. “I let you win Mario Kart so I deserve this, I would say.”

“You did not let me win; I won off pure talent.”

He points a big, accusing finger at you. “That is a lie, you big liar.” Now you’re desperate, hugging his torso and trying to climb up his frame. Atsumu makes sure you’re watching as he flattens and squeezes the tube just out of reach, forcing out the last, miniscule, barely-usable amount of toothpaste onto the bristles of his brush. He swirls his toothpaste-coated toothbrush in your face with obnoxious smugness and fully cackles when your scowl grows with hatred. He’s so, so triumphant, watching you glower at him until he feels a tug on his wrist-

“WHAT THE HELL-”

You cackle, a difficult feat with his toothbrush in your mouth. He guffaws, but your attention has already left him. He meets your eyes through the mirror, sees the way you’re scrubbing at your teeth- casually, like you’re not engaging in a disgusting, repulsive, plague-producing sin. He’s sure he feels acid force up his throat; it’s nauseating.

“We share spoons all the time; this is fine.”

He absolutely sputters. “This is not a spoon, this is my toothbrush and it’s completely non consensual-”

“Oh you big baby.” His toothbrush is shoved harshly into his mouth. He gags, spit and foam and brush flying, landing in a puddle on the floor. He clutches his throat, mouth open, staring at you, horrified. You only shrug. “It’s yours.” He’s still when you squat down to shuffle through the cabinet under the sink, and he’s voiceless when he sees his newly deceased toothbrush strewn pathetically across the tile. It shoots a new feeling of disgust up his throat; tears- actual, tangible tears- well in his eyes.

“A toothbrush for me, please, while you’re at it.”

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[bluehourbucky]

Nightmare

pairing: postjail!Spencer Reid x f!reader

summary: spencer is scared that he'll lose you so he needs a bit of loving <3

warings: violence/ mentions of kidnapping / mild spoilers for s8 and s12 / fingering /unprotected sex

a/n: first time writing for my first love <3 Genuinely had a crush on Spencer before I knew what a crush was duhdhdbd

sorry about the smut I'm still very new to writing it😅 I don't think I'm very good at it but I'm trying!

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Spencer is in a dark hallway, there's only one way he could go, and that's straight ahead. The small copper door stand there at the end, red light puring out of the cracks. The only sound he can hear is his own steps on the wooden floor. He pulls out his gun and starts walking towards them, as he gets closer, he can hear the muffled sound of two maybe three people.

Spencer is at the door and he slowly pushes them, he again puts up his gun and walks in.

This isn't what he expected to see.

"Oh good. Finally joining us Spency, we're just starting to have real fun."

Spencer is horrified to see you straped in a chair, blood driving down your temple, red lines on your wrists from being tied up, your tears falling down your cheek. Cat stands behind you, caressing your arms while you're squirming, trying to get away.

"Leave her alone. This is about us."

Cat laughs maniacally.

"Not anymore. She's pretty, and very special huh, enough to get little Spencey to finally put down his walls." Cat licks your tears and Spencer tries not to gag he knows absolutely how uncomfortable that is.

"Baby I'm gonna get you out of here, I promise."

"Oh that's cute. But I don't think so not until you give me what I want. Why don't we play a game."

Cat smirks sitting down in your lap and taking off the tape that covered your mouth.

"Spencer, no. Don't play her gam-"

Cat puts a hand over your mouth.

"Ah shut it. So what do you say Spency, one game and I let her leave. I do recommend that you do especially when she's in such a delicate state."

Spencer looks at Cat trying to find the lie in her eyes but there's none, then he looks at you silently asking if what Cat is insinuating is true.

You nod slightly, pulling as far away from Cat as you possibly could.

Spencers heart dropped at that moment.

"Okay."

After hours and hours of playing Cats game he was done.

"Alright that's it. I'm done."

Cat laughs and points a gun at you.

"Gonna kill her like your little Meave."

"No." but before he could do anything Cat pulls the trigger.

"Spencer.... Spencer...."

Spencer stands frozen and closes his eyes.

"SPENCER!"

You shake Spencer as hard as you can but he's still not waking up and screaming your name.

Spencer gasps as he finally wakes up from the nightmare.

"Y/N, you're okay?" He pants and holds your face in his hands, inspecting it for injuries.

"I'm okay Spence, are you? It's not real honey I'm right here."

He pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck, his hand holding your head. He can't control his emotions, so he cries, and you let him. You're whispering, it's okay, and it wasn't real over and over again, slowly pulling your fingers through Spencers locks.

"Honey, what happened?"

you ask softly looking at Spencers red eyes.

"She had you. She killed you like Meave. And I lost you and our baby, and I couldn't stop it."

"Spence, sweetheart, that won't happen she's locked up. You know I won't let that happen, right? Never." you wipe the tears and kiss his cheek softly.

"I know, but it felt so real I could've lost you."

You smile sadly.

"You'll never lose me okay. Also did I hear you right, something about the baby?"

Spencer looks away, but you turn his head.

"I know we talked about it and we agreed that it's not the best idea but I think I'd like us to talk about it again."

"Well I'm not opposed to it especially because I enjoy baby making process."

Spencer laughs at that, and you're relieved that you've managed to make him smile. Your heart hurts for him he's been through so much, and he deserves the world, and you've made it your mission to take care of him as long as you live.

"I love you."

"Love you too,sap." You laugh and hit him slightly.

"Seriously I don't know what I would do without you, I don't deserve you."

"Spence. None of that nonsense. It's not about deserving it's about choosing, and I choose you every day. How about we start making that baby, what do you say?"

Spencer being Spencer says

"It is very unlikely that you get pregnant on the first try as you're on birth control. It is 91% effective, and you've been using it correctly, so the odds-"

you roll your eyes and push him down on the bed, straddling him, then slowly you kiss him. Spencer deepens the kiss by putting his hand around your neck, pulling you closer. You pull away, and your lips trail down behind his ear gently nibbling the sensitive skin. Your lips continue going lower and lower. You absolutely enjoy the little noises that leave his lips when you softly bite the skin right above his nipple.

"Baby, please." Spencer whispers, and you smile against him.

You gasp as he suddenly turns you around, and has you pinned against the bed, his fingers interlocked with yours.

"I love you. You're incredible."

"I know. Just please touch me." you moan when you lift your hips to rub against him.

"Spence," you whimper as he takes off your shirt and places kisses between your breasts. Not being able to hold it in you moan when Spencers fingers enter you.

"Oh god please don't stop."

Spencer curls his fingers inside and starts fucking you with them making you see the stars, he knows your body so well and knows exactly where you need him the most- which is exactly why he's not touching you there.

"Hugging my fingers so well pretty. You're so tight can't wait to be inside you." all you can do is moan at his words when his thumb finally starts circling your clit.

"Please,please,please." Spencer chuckles and attaches his lips to your nipple swirling his tongue and gently biting it, making you scream.

"Go ahead baby." That's all you need to go over the edge, you cum as you scream Spencers name, nails scratching down his arms.

Spencer barely let's you recover as you feel the head of his cock at your entrance.

"You okay, hon?"

"Please just fuck me."

And who is Spencer to deny you especially when you've asked so nicely.

At first, his thrusts are slow and gentle,he's making love to you.

"Love you so much, princess."

Before you can reply, his fingers find their way to your clit and that combined with the hard thrusts and Spencer spreading your thighs more going deeper makes you see the stars.

"Please I can't I'm so close." you manage to say between the moans and pants he's hitting your spot with every thrust.

"I'm close too just a bit more love." Spencer grunts as he feels you squeezing him, the room is filled with your moans and skin slapping, the tears falling down your face trying not to cum as Spencers thrusts become sloppier and faster.

"Let go, baby. I got you." You hold on to Spencers hair and squeeze his hand as you cum your orgasm overwhelming you. Spencer is not too far behind as soon as you came and squeezed him he was a goner, and the sound he let out was borderline pornographic.

When he tries to pull out your legs trap him.

"Wanna feel you til I fall asleep."

"Gonna get you pregnant like this." Spencer jokes.

"Mr genius didn't you say it's impossible."

"No I said it's a low possibility but not impossible."

You can't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry about waking you up. Sorry I'm messed up."

"Spencer, don't do that."

"Really don't know why you're with me and how you even fell in love with me when you met me at my worst and you still found good in me."

You look at him, and sadness washes over you, it is true you've met at his worst you were one of the few FBI agents who were not on the team that helped when Spencer was in jail. When the FBI didn't stand behind him, you were furious. Yeah, maybe you didn't know him personally, but you've heard about everything he'd done for the FBI, and you couldn't believe what assholes wouldn't help one of the best assets to the FBI.

"I have a thing for bad boys." It was now Spencers turn to laugh.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I kinda liked the unhinged Spencer he was hot."

"Well who says that he's gone."

Spencer smirks and you can tell he doesn't plan on letting you sleep any time soon.

[THE END]

likes comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

[natasha-in-space]

Okay, okay, but can we talk about the implications of the RFA preparing us these gingerbread cookies? I know they made it look all neat and tidy for us (Saeran and Jumin wouldn't have it any other way), but there is definitely a story of a completely destroyed kitchen behind them.

I can see it going two ways: Either they each made a cookie individually, or they mitigated responsibilities between one another. For the sake of this being funnier, let's go with the first option!

Yoosung is likely to take a few attempts to complete his cookie. Not because he is bad at it (he was forced to help out making gingerbread cookies with his family almost every Christmas), but because he wants to make it perfect! After all, it's for their party coordinator! And he wants to impress you! Overall, he does a clean enough job, and his cookie turns out in a way that leaves him proud. If only Saeyoung didn't prank him once or twice in the process, that redheaded rascal!

Zen will definitely need some help. I'm sorry, I know he can cook and he is willing to learn for you, but as of now, he is rusty as heck. Surviving on nothing but salads, beer, and occasional snacks will not turn him into a good baker. He will try to follow the recipe, but he will either end up messing up, or he'll get all huffy about the cookie not looking right, and not representing his true beauty. He wants his cookie to be as handsome as he is! (Jaehee will enthusiastically agree to this statement) Actually, I can see Jaehee being the one to help him out. Maybe even in secret from everyone else, so he wouldn't get teased about it. Plus, Jaehee is just as motivated to make this cookie perfect!

Speaking of Jaehee, just like with everything else she does, she will do her job quickly and perfectly. No fuss, no muss. She'll be very clean about it too. It's like she wasn't even there in the kitchen. I don't even have much to say about her, because she's just too responsible and diligent for her own good. No silly gags, just a perfectly baked delicious cookie. She'll be very proud of it, too. Make sure to compliment her! She'll get all giggly about it for sure.

Jumin is... He can bake. In fact, he is a very good baker due to his natural ability to follow given instructions precisely. But, the problem with Jumin isn't that he can't cook or bake, as it's often assumed, it's that he gets too damn curious for his own good. He is like a cat. A creature of curiosity. Will try doing different techniques and adding new things, just to see what will turn out. He finds baking to be like a science and is captivated by it. Everyone in the RFA are horrified. It's like watching the ticking bomb go off. Everyone except for Jihyun. That man is just chuckling away in the corner and occasionally poking fun at his friend, because he knew it would end up that way. Although he will have to step in, once Jumin decides to try something a bit too crazy. Can't have their party coordinator shocked in a not so pleasant way! Jumin will still present you with an entire collection of gingerbread cookies later, though. He's too proud not to. What an absolute dork.

Speaking of Jihyun, I don't know why, but I always pictured him as a pretty bad cook and baker. I don't have any canon evidence for it, this is just pure headcanon territory. He will try. Dear Lord, he will try his absolute best for you. But, his gingerbread cookies will turn out looking just as sad and skrunkly as he is. It's like a curse. He might just come to terms with his cookie looking as miserable as ever, but I like to imagine Yoosung helping him out in the end! Just because I'd like to see them bond in a cute and happy way for once. Who knows, maybe this will become a new tradition of theirs! Yoosung teaching Jihyun an art of cooking and baking. And, I think Jihyun really does view it as an art. Then again, his artistic nature can make even the most mundane of things into a beautiful metaphor for something. He just needs someone by his side to watch out for any smoke.

Saeran is one step behind Jaehee when it comes to getting the job done. He's a bit more messy, because he likes to have fun while baking (especially when he's preparing something for you), and he will definitely prepare a good batch of different variations, before he decides on the final one. Funny thing about Saeran is that the kitchen will be squeaky clean, but he will be covered in flour, frosting, and other things. He doesn't know how it happened. No one does. But, it does give his brother some opportunities for playful teasing. Much to Saeran's exasperation (but there is a smile on his face as he huffs and puffs at Saeyoung's jokes, and it melts his twin's heart for sure). Also, he will prepare gingerbread cookies for Ray and Suit, but will leave them to give those two to you later in person. These are special.

And, last but not least, we have the final boss. The one who turns a cute idea to surprise you into a raging disaster. The man behind the slaughter. Saeyoung Choi. Boy, oh boy. It's true that no one wanted to allow him to bake. Everyone was aware of what was to come. But, once they saw that painfully familiar sparkle of inspiration in those golden eyes of his? That wicked grin that just screamed of mischief? His numerous babbles in the chatroom about 101 facts regarding gingerbread cookies? It was obvious. There was no going back. Only forward. He would bake that cookie with or without them. And, Saeran would much rather be nearby if something caught on fire. The cookie you see on the plate is adorable. It's perfect. Tasty. But, there is a story of true terror behind it. Dozens of fallen gingerbread cookies, lost at the hands of a mad redheaded genuis who was having way too much fun mixing ingredients that should never be mixed. How in the world did he get flour onto the ceiling? No one knows. Why is there a batch of Dr Pepper flavored cookies laying on the counter? Why, that's another mystery added to the pile. Did he create some kind of ungodly invention or a full on robo-arm to make cookies for him? Ask Vanderwood for that.

[rotten-pomegranate]

hi! can i request reader escaping chrollo’s hold because she’s pregnant only for him to find her when the baby is a couple months old? how would they live their life out after that

thank you! 💝

Indeed

I just assumed the making of the baby was not by readers choice so extra warning for rape and also this is dark content

Warnings: mentions of potential abortion(very subtle), mentions of forced pregnancy, child endangerment, yandere

Not lying this is kinda ass I didn’t really have ideas for this one

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After one of your more hellish nights with Chrollo he had brought you your favourite foods a couple weeks later as if it would make up for forcing himself on you and to yours and his surprise you gagged

Him and you both just brush it off at first but then you start to get sick in the morning and he brings home a pregnancy test for you to take and your absolutely horrified when it’s positive

You knew you had to get out because he would just use the baby to threaten you, that he wouldn’t actually care for it at all

When you ran away you didn’t have anything until you found a small shack in the middle of nowhere that you got to fix up

You gave birth to a sweet baby girl all on your own in that same shack, and it was the most painful thing you did

You hoped things would stay like this forever, growing your own fruits and vegetables in your garden

Waking up hearing the squirrels playing in the trees, the quietness of the night without the hostel and bustle of the city

One night you had just put the baby down and noticed the crickets stoped chirping

That was weird but it was probably just a bear that made them quiet like that

When you woke up the next morning and went to get your darling girl she was gone

You where panicking when you ran out of the house only to hit a hard chest

You recognized his shoes before you even looked up

No, no, no, no, no, this couldn’t happen, he found you, your biggest tormentor found you

He grabs you rougher then he ever has before

When he was pulling you out of the woods and to a car you seen your little girl sitting in a crapy car seat, at least she was safe

You seen some troupe members waiting, luckily it was Pakunoda sitting with your little sweetheart, you knew she was a bad person but she was nice and gentle on the outside

The went to different cars when you and chrollo emerged from the growth

He doesn’t talk the whole way going back to the city and to an old but nice house

Once inside with you and the baby he explains how things are gonna be, how your to keep quiet and raise the baby as you where doing before just this time without freedom

You and the baby will both have personal doctors that are both women

And your going on birth control

As for life it is as it was before, frustrating and hard when it came to Chrollo

He holds your privilege of seeing you baby over your head at every change that came along

When the child is old enough to stand up against him he’s probably gonna sell her into slavery whether you’ve been good or not

He might threaten her with physical harm if you start acting out again

He’s one of the worst people to have a baby with honestly

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[whumpzone]

Linden & Colton - 29

(masterlist)

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, vague allusions to past noncon, self hatred

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Colton woke. His palm was sweaty and hot. A headache was slowly draining from his skull. There was no morning light, and no… bedroom. Instead, there was the dark living room. He felt as if he had slept for years. 

Shifting slightly, he realised two things: he was sweaty all over, his palm particularly so because his Master was holding it loosely. 

Col’s eyes followed Master’s arm up from his hand, and he saw that he was unmoving, breathing evenly with his eyes closed. 

Safe for now, he lay back down. He was absolutely exhausted, although he had no right to be. All he’d done was cry and slept- slept- on the furniture. 

He gasped, then pressed the knuckles of his free hand to his mouth to shut himself up. He felt so dizzy and disoriented. What time was it? Why was it dark? What on earth had he been thinking, getting up on Master’s sofa like some stray?

He suddenly realised he was squeezing Master’s hand, and Master, in his dream-state, was squeezing back. It shouldn’t have, but it made Col calm down. 

He had made an absolute spectacle of himself. Crying, howling, begging Master not to leave him. 

And Master had kept his promise. He was still here. Col felt a surge of gratitude, different to how it usually felt. The familiar gratitude that ran through him when he was allowed food, or sleep, was utterly eclipsed by this. Master had no need to stay. Col knew that his old Master would have kicked him in the stomach until he shut up, or just gagged him and locked the basement door.

Here, Col had been held, comforted, and now Master was still with him, like he was protecting him from something. 

His old Master’s friends. He winced as he remembered exactly what had set him off in the first place. No, no. I don’t want to remember. 

It was just what bad dogs got, but Master had seemed so genuinely disgusted- with Col? Disgusted that his pet was even more used up than he’d thought?

His mind whirred until he felt his brain would overheat. Master was horrified about what happened, part of him said, the part that was softer and further away, that was so naive it made Col cringe. He pictured himself - his most pure, real self, his sanity - curled up in his mind, shielding his face with his arms, his legs pulled up to protect his stomach. Things didn’t hurt as badly as they could when he was like that. If he started to believe all of the kind words that Master said, and the thoughts he sometimes had in his weaker moments, it would be like letting his inner self relax, just a bit. Taking away some of the tension in his legs, maybe even lowering his arms to look out at the world. Once he did that, it would hurt so much more the next time. Col wouldn’t let that happen. 

He frowned deeply and tried to regain some composure. Master had fallen asleep out of tiredness, not because he had granted Col’s plea to not be left. It was Col who had engineered this, who’d taken advantage of his Master’s kindness and spent the entire night curled up beside him, holding his hand like a loved one when he was, in fact, nothing. Master would wake and be so sickened that he would finally kick Col out. 

And Col was weak. He was cowardly and scared. He just couldn’t handle it, not yet. Not yet, he repeated. Soon he’d come up with a plan. He’d figure out what his next steps would be once Master made him leave. 

He once again became aware of the feeling of his hand in his owner’s. Master’s grip was light with sleep, purposeful enough to be holding him, but not pressing into his injuries or pulling or hurting. That could, would, change when Master woke up. How could he ever think he was safe? How deluded and complacent had he become? 

You’re not a lap dog, he reminded himself, although it was his old owner’s voice he heard. You’ll never be one. You’ll never be loved, or treasured. Do you understand that, Pet?

Yes, Master, Col had replied when he was first told this. The words hadn’t stung. It was important that he knew. 

Good boy. You know your place. 

His training was starting to stumble, now that he was in Master’s house. He so wanted to believe all of Master’s kind words, to slip into them like a quilt and bury himself in their warm folds, sinking deeper, deeper, believing that he hadn’t deserved what happened at those parties. 

You hadn’t, the other voice said again, and Col screwed his eyes up, because it hurt to have to fight it off. But what choice did he have? 

Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, Col slid his hand free of his Master’s. The only sound was his own heart, pounding at the sudden tension. How could he have woken up and ever felt calm about this? Why had he lay there, thinking, deciding what to do next as if he ever had a choice? His own hatred for himself was growing in density. He hated the darkness, and the silence. He had endured enough of both to last him forever. Things were so much more simple when it was daytime, when the sunlight spread over the house like a balm, and his Master was happy and calm and talking to him.

God, but it was night and he was alone in the truest sense of the word, and he just couldn’t stop fucking thinking.

He unfolded his stiff legs (they used to always be stiff, from kneeling or being bound for hours on end, but now Master let him walk and stretch them, and he was taking that for granted too) and carefully lowered his hands and knees to the floor, praying that nothing would creak. Nothing did. He tried to breathe at a normal pace again. 

His eyes had adjusted to the pitch blackness by now. There was a dip in the sofa where Col had been lying, but there was nothing he could do about that. Besides, he wasn’t trying to conceal what he’d done. He was just trying to mitigate it, because he was a good boy. 

A dog, he corrected himself. A slave. God, why did you do that? You know how ugly you are when you cry. You’ve seen yourself in the mirror, it’s horrifying, it’s like a monster. You looked like that for a good half an hour last night, and Master saw, he saw everything and he’ll never forget. 

And your body looks so bad. He’ll have looked away from your face and seen your body instead. Oh my god, why would you put him through that? 

You swore you’d keep it together in this new house, you’d be good and make it work, but you fuck everything up. Everything you touch gets ruined sooner or later. How can you even go upstairs to the room he lets you stay in? 

Col stared at the floor. If Master had a basement, he’d go there. But then again, if Master had a basement he would never have needed to give up his spare room. Col could prove that he shouldn’t have gone to the trouble. 

There was a neat little space in the corner of the living room, between the wooden TV stand and the wall, where Col would fit nicely. He crawled over and nudged himself into place. There he knelt, watching as Master slept. He would probably be angry that he’d spent all night on the sofa, but Col didn’t dare wake him up. 

He hoped he looked like a good slave, on his knees and ready to serve. It must have been the dead of night, because he didn’t make it to morning. He fell into sleep with his head resting against the wall, and although kneeling was second nature, it wasn’t the position he would have chosen if he had let himself have that freedom. He would have chosen to curl up on the floor, with his legs to his chest, and his arms around his face.

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[octuscle]

hey, I think I need some help. I was put in charge of my friend’s bachelor party, but I really didn’t have much time to get things together, so I went online and found a company that offered to plan everything. Had us go with this “mountain cabin” theme. The rep from the company mentioned he needed to talk to my buddy alone and we haven’t seen him since. One of the other guys went to go look for him too and we haven’t seen him in a bit either. Reason I’m asking for your help is because this cabin resort is filled with all these lumberjack types- they all look and sound the same. Plus I just saw them put up a sign about a construction project. Not sure what’s going on, but I’m worried

Buddy, just take a look at it. I would not form an opinion from the pictures on the Internet. However, you already form an opinion on the way to the lodge. In fact, there seem to be quite a few major infrastructure projects going on in the area. Looks like a dam project. In any case, the lodge is not idyllic. The road is churned up by large construction machines. When you arrive at the lodge, your car is splattered with mud. The air is filled with a concert of axes, machine saws and jackhammers. Definitely not the place you want to celebrate a bachelor party.

To your surprise, your friend comes running up to you. So… You assume that it is your friend. The facial features are at least similar. But he doesn't wear glasses. And also otherwise rather little. He shows a lot of skin. And many muscles. Fuck, last week you were just sitting on the couch, shoveling junk food into you and watching hours of Netflix. The fellow hugging you now looks like he feeds on bears he kills with his bare hands.

Bruh, good to see you, he says. Where's everyone else? The party is already in full swing. He and his new friends would have so much fun here already. He whistles impressively loud on his fingers. And your friend Christopher comes running. He also hugs you and almost crushes you. And he looks like a brother if not like his twin brother of the groom. At best, you can recognize him by details of his facial features. Crazy. Absolutely crazy!

Your friend asks Christopher to show you around a bit. He would like to do it himself. But the rocks don't blow themselves up. Christopher and he laugh out loud at the lame joke. And you wonder if your loafers will survive a walk in this muddy landscape. Christopher takes you to the cafeteria first. This is where the party will take place, he says. You look around and try not to look horrified. Bare white tables, long benches, glaring neon light. The only decoration is the hot fellows who are taking a break here. Fuck, do these lumberjacks and construction workers turn you on? Christopher puts a tray with two cups of coffee and some donuts on the table. The donuts are especially for you. Specialty of the chef. The filling is delicious! Well, you first take a sip of the coffee. It is indeed not bad. Strong and hot. Plus a bite of the sugar glazed donut. Fuck, what kind of filling is that? Slimy, white… The taste a bit like… Musk? You suppress the reflex to gag or spit. You rinse with a sip of coffee. Damn, maybe the filling is tasty after all. Christopher looks at you silently, grinning. On the third donut, you suck out the filling. You could get addicted to this stuff.

Fuck, Christopher is still sitting across from you, grinning. Wide-legged. The bulge in his shorts is indecently big. You can hardly take your eyes off it. He stands up and says that he will show you the washrooms next. And then how the donut filling is made.

Hehehe, you guessed it. Christopher makes an excellent filling for the donuts. You wonder if your friend can do it as well. Christopher asks if you would like to see your bunk now. You answer if the number in the washroom wasn't enough for him. He grins and moves forward, you follow and have trouble keeping up with his pace. Fuck, he is really incredibly fit. And his boots are of course simply better suited for the mud than your now completely dirty loafers. Shortly before the barracks, in which your bed stands, you slip in the mud. Christopher helps you up and tells you to get undressed on the verander. The two men who are taking a break there and jerking off don't look as if you should be embarrassed.

Christopher leads you into a wash lock and sprays you with a water hose. He throws you a towel. Your cock is hard as a rock. Christopher gets on his knees in front of you. And for the first time in your life a man gives you a blowjob. And with the load that you cum, two donuts could easily be filled.

Your bunk is simple and cozy. In the bed can easily have two or three men good hard sex. In your closet hang three sets of your work clothes. If you need more, there's a supply closet next to the shower rooms. You're all the same size anyway. Christopher gives you your duty roster. Tomorrow you are scheduled to chop down trees early. And as much as he'd like to spend the night with you, he has to go back to pouring concrete at the dam. It doesn't matter, you are tired anyway and fall naked into your bed.

05:00 in the morning. You don't need an alarm clock, you are a nature boy. Even behind the curtains you know when it's time to get up. A caravan sets out from the barracks in the direction of the cafeteria. If you work hard, you should have a good breakfast. Today you are assigned to the milking for the doughnut production. Some new workers are expected in the afternoon. They are to be welcomed.

And after that, it's finally time to get out into the fresh air and get to work. You love the camp. Lots of hard work for real men. And food, drink and sex. Just like an eternal bachelor party!

A picture of one of the lumberjacks found at @trefoilwombat

[st4rychnine]

an after school afair

porn w/o plot ★ age gap (reader is a college student and he's a teacher so yeah)★ creampie ★ facefucking, sex in school ★ fem bodied reader ★ oral m/f recieving ★ minors DNI

when you think of things you could be doing after schoo,l what comes to your mind is a nice outing with your friends. maybe some Netflix and chill, and also probably getting stupidly drunk on your stash of gifted wine. Definitely not getting your brains fucked out by your teacher. your teacher who speaks Spanish.

Spanish, what he was murmuring to himself as he pinned you to the wall by the throat, fucking into your cunt with soft groans of, "cariño, te sientes tan bien…" and "demasiado apretada, hermosa, me harás correrme de inmediato," with bits of "maldito infierno!" thrown in.

you'd be lying if you said that his mumbled Spanish didn't drive you crazy. 

it's a wonder how you ended up in this position (not really, it was bound to happen). really, all you'd done was to be at the right place at the wrong time; you'd walked in on Mr O'Hara while he was having some alone time. 

hands wrapped around his thick, veiny cock. fat tip leaking precum like a broken faucet and all you could think of was to ask why the hell was your teacher jerking off in an empty classroom?? why was he jerking off in an empty classroom when he was supposed to be in class?? except - well - to do what he was doing of course. So in conclusion, you weren't thinking. not with him standing there, first three buttons of his shirt undone, tan skin absolutely flushed with his brown hair sticking to his face. 

he'd begged you then, with a tongue like honey, "hermosa," he'd all but groaned, "if you'd help me with this, I'd ever be so grateful. please I'm begging. I cannot teach anything like this." 

he's referring to the class you have after this, which, surprise, surprise (or not lol), is taught by him. 

he whines at you again and it's so pitiful, you give in. before you know it, you're on your knees and he's fucking your face at a tremendous pace, moaning and groaning above you. you can barely breathe, your jaw is sore, but you ignore your discomfort. 

your eyes flicker up to meet his doe brown ones. He clicks his tongue, fingers wrapping themselves up tighter in your hair. 

"please don't look at me like that, hermosa–" he cuts himself off with a moan of pleasure and garbled Spanish. 

your face is a mess of ruined makeup, tears and saliva, sloppy wet sounds filling the room from you literally gagging on his dick. you want to make him feel good, feel better. you also want this to be done as soon as possible so you can face your presentation. so you hollow out your cheeks as hard as possible. 

Miguel hisses with pleasure. "Mierda! Me estás chupando la vida–" another debaucherous moan sending heat pooling in the pit of your belly. your panties are positively drenched. His thrusts into your mouth increase their pace till his hips are basically a blur, gripping the sides of your face with his wide hands to keep your head steady. 

Then his thrusts get messy, sloppy, he's moaning above you. a quick glance upwards finds him more dishevelled than he was when you walked in on him. His hair is messier, cheeks redder, sweatier. Eyes half closed in escasy. 

you're drinking his appearance in when suddenly, a salty heat is spilled into your throat. he's swearing like a sailor above you, and you think you just had a mini-orgasm.

you try to gulp down as much as his cum as possible, but it's too  much, spilling out of your nose. you're basically drowning.

"don't spill a drop. these trousers cost a lot." so he holds you down there for a good few seconds, hips subtly fucking into your mouth. "thats a good girl," he murmurs and finally, he lets you go. 

His cock is as hard as ever, if not harder. He gazes at you with a sort of shameful lust, chuckling at the horrified expression plastered on your face. 

"lo siento, amor. it just won't go down. I did it a lot of times before you came.

"h-how…?" you manage. you're actually pretty frightened. your jaw is too sore to think of giving him head again, and you highly doubt something that big can fit–

just then the bell rings, signalling the end of your endeavours and the beginning of a lesson.

Miguel wastes no time belting his trousers and slipping on his tie. you stand up too, straightening your skirts, trying to look like someone that didn't just give her teacher head.

the both of you quietly exit the classroom and look for the hall where your class would be held. coincidentally, you had his period, so the walk was awkward. 

right before entering the Hall, he shoots you a look that let's you know this isn't over.

the class was alright, your presentation went well. you stumbled a bit at Mr O'Hara's intense gaze but it was okay. you think.

and the class ends, just like that. it was your last of the day, and you just want to go home. you are horny.

but Miguel calls your name just before you walk out the door. "I'd like to have a word." your heart stops cold, heat pooling in your belly. here?

your friends laugh, thinking you're in trouble, wondering why and wishing you good luck, leaving you behind in a hall that suddenly is a bit too cold for comfort.

He tells you to lock the door, so you do, and walk towards his desk timidly.

Standing in front of him and meeting his eyes, you have to consiously will your knees not to buckle. "sir?"

"I hope you realise I'm not done with you." he says and you bite down on the inside of your cheek.

"yes sir." you mummur, wondering what the hells he's got prepared for you.

"right. now. if you understand, you'll spread your legs on this table for me."

you take a pause before answering, cocking your head in profound confusion "...what?"

and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you end up receiving the best head of your life.

his face is buried in your cunt, lapping and sucking and kissing and probing and groaning as if you're the most delicious thing he's ever had. and probably not - you've had Spanish cuisine before. so you don't get what the hype for pussy was about. 

Miguel, however, does. "you taste so good. so fucking good for me, yeah?" his tongue suddenly worms its way into you, eliciting a yelp from you and you rake your fingers through his hair, messing it up. 

His cock throbs as he feels into you with his fingers, your wetness coating them entirely. he wonders how good you'll feel around his cock.

you don't think you've ever had head this good before… your previous boyfriend couldn't even hold a matchstick to this man who sucks on your clit so diligently, making you almost scream. who slides his fingers into you as he does so, curling them within you exquisitely, making you see stars.

and all too soon, a vaguely familiar hotness coils within you, making you pant and gasp and all but moan his name. Miguel seems to take that as encouragement, nips and sucks growing more enthusiastic and fervent. 

the heat feels too good, you realise suddenly, and the coil in your tummy seems to have stretched itself taut. something's coming.

but it's you, cumming into his mouth and around his fingers, hands gripping his hair tight as you scream his name loudly into the empty hall. Through this, Miguel doesn't stop, and you cry out, begging him to.

 " 'm too sensitive! please stoppp – ahhh-!" you whisper hoarsely. Miguel sends you an upwards glance and you absently realise you're the one with legs wrapped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair to hold him closer.

that doesn't matter though, because you're sent from one orgasm to another, spasming and shaking, letting out a sharp shout. it seems to last forever, and as the last spams wreck your body, you look up to find Miguel looking at you with heated eyes.

"Cariño, I beg," he murmurs, lips hovering over yours. "please let me fuck you." he captures your mouth in a kiss, tongue probing your lips till you let him in. it's deep and intense and could certainly spiral you into another orgasm. but he pulls away and you shudder a gasp. "please," he repeats again. and who are you to deny? he hurriedly unbelts his trousers, unbuttons them, and you remember the thing which entered your mouth earlier in the day and panic mildly. but it's fine… right? 

you wince as he pushes the tip into you. it's hurts a bit and it's bigger than anything you've had inside you… ever. he goes even further into you and it feels like you're losing your virginity all over again. his dick is thick - enough to send any poor soul it encounters to hell or heaven. you're not sure which you want to be visiting that evening.

Miguel hisses at your tight warmth, as he pushes himself further and further into you until at last, he bottoms out. he notices your pained expression and nods." I'll… be- gentle," he promises through gritted teeth. his eyes look heavy, cheeks stained with red. 

you decide you don't want that. wherever you're taken is where you'll go. so you shake your head "don't be." you murmur.

you feel his cock throb inside you and he hisses. "Mierda, me volveré loco así."

now, you have no idea what he just said, but that was hot. Miguel starts with an experimental thrust, which then increases in pace until he's fucking you so hard, the table rattles. you emit a throaty moan with each thrust, fingers gripping his hard shoulders.

what was once pain turns to a bloom of overwhelming pleasure and you fight your voice getting too loud. 

"you like that?" Miguel murmurs against your skin.

"fuck please– ah! So muuuuchhh–" you sob, tears leaking from your eyes as they roll back in your head from the pleasure.

"absolutely dripping around me aren't you? te sientes tan bien así" 

again, the Spanish. you don't know how or why bilingual men are so hot. maybe its just Miguel, how the words rolled around his tongue, dripping off them like honey. oh, you don't know. you just know it makes your cunt a little wetter, makes it flutter around his cock.

Miguel hisses at this, biting down into your shoulder. "gonna make me cum like that, doll." his hips pick up the pace, fucking into you with a speed you had no idea was possible. the table creaks in distress. "you want it?"

it takes you a moment to register what he's talking about. "mm– mmhm"

"words, doll. use em. dónde lo quieres, baby, where do you want it?" his voice is strained, breathing laboured. you can tell he's close. you too. so are you. so, so fucking close you can't-

"inside… please do it inside, I–" there you go. the orgasm absolutely tore you apart. a sob is wrenched from your throat as your toes curl, back arches, and you cum all over his cock, squeezing it like a vice.

Miguel, quite frankly is a goner, can't even form words anymore. he just grunts into your ear and holds you in place, as he spurts inside you. the warmth is alarming to say the least. not in a bad way. rather, it sends you skittering off the edge once more. 

you bite your tongue so hard it bleeds as you cum and Miguel groans and kisses you as he fucks you though both his orgasm and yours. "take it baby… good girl. mi buena chica"

eventually, you both come down from your highs, panting and sticky with sweat and, (for you) stuffed. his cum drips down your thighs as you attempt to stand up. (a weak attempt, your knees give out.)

"you can still go for more, right?" Miguel whispers against your neck. you feel his cock throb against your tummy, and you're not thinking anymore. fuck, you need him.

"mmmh…"

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Another random thought, but I was watching a Hivemind video (Shirts That Go Hard Tier List) and was introduced to this beauty;

and can't stop thinking about bau!reader who's working late at the office with the team - maybe an office day or something where they're all doing paperwork - and for some reason or another their shirt gets ruined. It's fine. No biggie. They've got a plain white t-shirt still in their go bag, and it's not like they've gotta see anyone else, it's just paperwork. They'll go change in the bathroom quickly.

Only to be absolutely horrified by the sight of this shirt when they get there - not a plain white t-shirt, but this stupid birthday gift that was just a gag, definitely not ever meant to see the light of day, only ever used as a sleep shirt.

I just find the concept absolutely hilarious of reader just walking out of the bathroom with cheeks flaming, wearing this. Criminal profiler, professional, hunter of serial killers, and this is the shirt they are wearing. Idk I think it's funny lol