#i see a wet man crying and begging on his knees and i realize I Need Him Carnally

[azira-fucking-phale]

For all my pathetic man enjoyers I kindly direct you to this scene from Close Encounters

[tojisun]

THAT BLOOD AS LUBE THING!!!! HERES MY TAKE!!!!!!

Logan having been punched in the mouth so many times that when he has you finally bent over, your both panting and full of aggressive adrenaline with your knees pushed up to your chest, his giant hands splayed over the backs of your thighs, he lets a bloody string of spit fall from his mouth and onto your exposed cunt from where he’s absolutely shredded the crotch of your costume.

THIS SEXY THING IN REFERENCE TO THAT? GODDAMN YEA cw: smut; f!reader; blood as lube; fucking in public; thrashing bcuz of oversensitivity - all consensual; a touch of poolverine/reader poly :3 this is v short im sorry! // divider by @/plutism!

the guttural hunger ripples in waves as logan tears through your pants, each rip sending his hackles rising, the tension between the two of you brewing, until he’s got you fully bare and ready for him. your scent hits him hard, and he almost buckles down, his cock jumping underneath his suit, before he’s got your thighs cushioning either side of his head.

he takes in a greedy drag, nose flaring at the waft of your aroma—so wet and messy and all his.

logan’s eyes flick up to you for a moment—a question—and you give him the subtlest of nods, and it’s all he needs to pry his maw open. the thick string of blood and spit mixed together falls like a diabolical glob on your cunt, and watching him do this makes your breath hitch.

everything about this is rugged, animalistic, but it is also so, so hot. you try to rationalize past your need, telling yourself that this isn’t the right time to be fucked, not when logan’s bleeding all over your cunt, but a rough tongue presses flat on your slit and your thoughts are razed into fractures.

you keen, bucking in his hold, as your hands fly to grip anything you can, trying so desperately to ground yourself. logan doesn't let you, digging in like a man starved and aching; he ruts his bloodied mouth all over your pussy, hot tongue fucking past your folds and into the tight ring of your cunt, and slurps.

“fuck!” you cry out, fists tightening around whatever remains of your pants. your head falls backwards, exposing your throat as you scream.

logan can eat pussy, you’ve known that for years, but there is a curl of something primal in the way he eats you out tonight—all filthy and overwhelming, his silence making you feel ever more so like a prey being devoured. tears are already springing up from your eyes, beading, until a sob wretches itself from your throat because it’s—

it’s too good!

you’re babbling nonsense, you realize later, your words slurring when you beg and moan, telling him how it’s too much and how he needs to stop—“please ‘gan!”—as you feel your mind getting scrambled with the intensity of this all. you try to dislodge yourself from his hold, thrashing, but logan pushes you down with a firm hand on your belly, subduing every effort to rip his mouth off from your cunt.

you’re fully crying now, shaking, and you try warning him that you’re about to cum—the dregs of your ecstasy peaking with every lick and sharp teeth dragging to nip at your folds and at your clit—but you can’t. you’re too drunk off of the pleasure, and your body feels like a rubber pulled taut, ready to snap as your climax builds—

tipping—

then logan’s pulling away with a snarl.

“no!” you keen, sobbing, trembling hands reaching to pull him back before your euphoria dies down, but logan’s already straightening up and folding himself over you, his bulk easily covering you. “i wan’ cum! logan, please—”

“shh,” he coos, like he isn’t wet with your slick and his tan skin tinged with the slightest of red. you see yourself on his beard, droplets of your slick glinting like little diamonds as he leans in.

he pushes your hair away from your face with a grin, and it looks mean but not unkind; just teasing because he knows how much your need has grown. he must have. no one knows your body more than anyone else, after all, and you are sure that he knew that you were there, on the throes of your orgasm, waiting for it to spill into a stuttering blanket of white.

“i’ve got you, darl,” he continues, like he didn’t just edge you off. “gon’ fuck you good now—prepared you nice f’me, after all.”

oh.

you hiccup, still glaring up at him with vitriol despite the promise, but you feel yourself loosening up as the tension leaves your body. he hums, still petting your cheek, and you grumble, looking away because you can’t stand the force of his attention—all that crinkled-eye smile and raggedly endearing taunts he chirps at you.

logan hums, satisfied at seeing you placated, then he’s moving back up again. the action draws air into your exposed cunt and you move to shut your legs close, at least even for a bit, but he wrenches them apart with a heavy hand pressing down on your inner thigh, and slots himself properly between your legs. you roll your eyes at him, dutifully ignoring the way your cheeks are warming up at being so exposed before logan while he’s still all clothed with his suit.

he chuckles with a fond shake of his head, and paws for the zipper on his suit. the sound of it dragging makes you twitch, feeling hypersensitive again. you feel him getting excited too, his chest heaving when he finally pulls his cock out from his pants. you stare at it, still so unused to the size because logan’s big, yes, and he’s big everywhere—from his thighs to his delts, and now his cock.

it’s girthy, webbed with thick veins, and leaking; pearly pre- beading on the head, and nothing has ever made your mouth water more than seeing it.

you want it in you, yes, but fuck, you want your throat stuffed too. want it fucked raw and ruined; want to be used by logan—

but your cunt is wet and itching, and you want to cum so, so bad.

you wonder what you must have looked because logan’s stuffing his fingers in your mouth, as though in placation, and you suck on them, greedy, not minding the faint taste of earth and salty sweat. it makes you even headier, filling you up with the reminder of where you two are, and you whimper, need bloating, because fuck, you need him now.

logan is still quiet even when he taps his cock over your clit, sending goosebumps to rise all over your skin.

“ready, pretty bird?” he asks like he can’t smell the desperation rolling off of you.

still, you nod, and you try your best to relax because you feel so worked up already with all the dragging—

then, logan’s pushing in, in, in, and you are gone.

.

you don’t even know how many time’s you’ve cum now, only that your cunt is oversensitive and your thighs are a sticky mess and your throat is hoarse, but it must have been hours because the sky has turned dark, almost pitch black, and there’s nothing else but you and logan—

the sound of boots crinkling against rocks makes you freeze, your sharp senses breezing past the euphoric pressure being pounded into your cunt, before you put a hand over logan’s chest, making him stop.

with only the sounds of ragged breathing, the two of you hear where the echoing footsteps are coming from. still perched on your back—and speared by logan’s cock—you tip your head up, not minding the upside-down perspective of your surroundings.

logan groans the moment a familiar red suit walks into view. wade’s got his mask pulled up just enough that you two see his grin, then—

“and where’s my invitation?”

logan groans again, while you give out a breathy chuckle, pussy clenching around logan’s cock. he bucks in with a confused grumble.

what? your throat is still pretty lonely, after all.

wade was lounging atop a building when he sees his two favourite people fight— wait they’re— oh? oh.

[belliesy]

HELPING HAND. miguel o’hara x reader

TAGS. afab!reader, virginity loss, overstimulation, squirting, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, riding, soft to rough, belly bulges, breeding, size difference, friends to lovers, pwp

SYNOPSIS. you and miguel have been friends for a couple of months now and when you bring up how embarrassed you are of still being a virgin, miguel is very eager to help you with your problem // not proofread

Miguel has you lying on your back, legs propped up and spread as he gives you soft kisses. Down your neck, on your shoulders, and down your stomach. He lifts his head up, “are you sure your okay with this, princesa?” You nod and Miguel continues kissing down, over your clothed cunt. The wet stain grows larger from the little amount of friction and the excitement of seeing a man much larger than you on his knees and being so delicate with you. Miguel taps your leg, signaling you to lift up your hips and you do. He slides the damp panties down your legs and tosses them to the side.

He places a kiss across your pussy before spreading your legs more and starts sucking on your clit. The sudden pleasure makes you moan loudly, putting your hand over your mouth and grinding your hips into him. Miguel releases it with a pop and drags his tongue up and down. Your shuddering from the feeling and your other hand reaches down to grab his hair. Miguel slowly starts to nudge his tongue into you while one of his free hands rub your swollen clit. Miguel flicks his tongue in a way that has you screaming, you remove your hand from your mouth and use both hands to push more into his mouth. Your babbling incoherent sentences and bucking your hips into him. Miguel can feel how close you are and quickly switches his tongue and fingers, his fingers move in ways that have your legs shaking, hitting your g-spot and making you feel so full by only two fingers. He switches between flicking and sucking on your sensitive clit, your fluttering around him and Miguel moans into your cunt. “Mm, god yes, Miguel!” You cry, moaning and panting, your legs wrap around his head, trapping his head. Miguel continues his pace and feels you come undone below him. Your whining and moaning about how good it feels as you cum allover Miguels fingers.

Miguel removes his fingers slowly, and places a kiss to your clit and watches as your cum drips down onto the bed below you. Your legs slowly relax and settle onto the bed, the sudden realization of what just happens hits you and you cover your face. “What? Embarrassed?” Miguel teases as he stands up in-front of you. You playfully and lightly kick his leg, “what di you think?” You mumble into his hands. Your both silent for a moment, “but, if your fine with it, can we keep going?” You ask, moving your hands down to look him in the eyes. He smirks at you and grabs your hips lifting you up all while putting himself on the bed.

The position has you in his lap while he’s laying on his back, he grabs the hem of his boxers and you lift your hips up off of him. He pulls them down enough so his dick can come out. You settle back down onto his lap and his cock stands in-front of you, almost reaching your belly button. You gasp at the size and Miguel laughs lowly, he places his hand on your hips. You gulp and put your hand around his cock, your thumb on the tip. You rub the precum around it and slowly begin twisting your hand around his dick, up and down. Miguel is lowly moaning at the feeling, it gets you more excited and you move more faster. Getting the precum all over it, making it almost glossy. You continue for a little longer before Miguel grabs your hand. “I can’t wait anymore,” he moans out, he’s looking at you almost like he’s begging you to ride him, to just put him inside of you.

You release your hand and lift your hips up more and pushing them forward, his tip lines up with your hole and you both whimper at the contact. You slowly, push down, the thickness and length cause a little panic. You hope that both of your cum from before would make this less painful. Miguel places his hands on your hips, “your doing so good, pretty girl.” Miguel praises. “Mm, I don’t think im even an inch in, Miguel” you whimper. “Hush, and let me be nice” Miguel responds, you giggle and lean your head down to his forehead. You both stare into each others eyes and Miguel kisses you. It’s short and sweet and makes your face go hot, you pull away feeling embarrassed again and continue lowering yourself down, pushing through the thickness and slight stinging pain. Miguels hands rub your hips, “feel so good already, baby.” Miguel keeps on praising you through it, making you wetter. Sooner or layer you finally bottom out, your panting and out of breathe, you both stay still for a minute. While you adjust to the new feeling, Miguel is trying not to buck into you. You feel so good around him, so wet and warm.

“Fuck, I don’t think I ever wanna get out of you.” He moans when you slowly push up. “You feel so good, Miguel, making me feel so full..” You moan out. Your hips make a even and slow pace, bouncing up and down on Miguel. Your head is thrown back and your clawing at Miguels chest and sides. Miguel is fixated on the slight bulge in your stomach, his gaze switches between the bulge and your pleasure written face. You look so pretty when you feel good, it drives him crazy. Your whimpering and moaning out and build the pace up. Moving your hips in a angle that makes you lose more of your mind, to lost into it your pace isn’t as steady, switching between bouncing and grinding. Miguel sits under you moaning and grunting, feeling so good from you. He’s obsessed by how your hips role onto his dick, how your moaning his name, whimpering about how he makes you feel so good. He feels almost proud of how his dick is making you feel so good, making you go dumb. Your hips suddenly start jerking more fast then before, your head is thrown back even more and the moans are louder than ever. He watches as your hips slowly stop and as you squirt all over his lower stomach and dick.

“Oh, fuck.” Miguel watches you captivated at your expressions. You lift your head up and lean over him panting. “You looked so pretty, cariño,” Miguel mumbles, grazing his knuckles against your cheek, “wish I could have taken a photo of it.” He teases, you both laugh put of breathe.

You lay down on Miguels chest, him still in you. You relax, but suddenly feel Miguels hands on your hips again. His hips buck up into you from below you, you gasp and lift your head up and stare at each other while moaning. “What? Forget that I have to cum too?” He teases before kissing you roughly. Its sloppy and drool drips down but you couldn’t care less when Miguel is pounding into you from below. You moan into the kiss, his thrusts reaching so deep into you. “Hah, fuck pretty girl, I’m gonna cum soon.” Miguel moans, you bury your head into his neck and let him pound into you like a doll. It feels so good, your already so close again. The overstimulation has you praying it stops soon but at the same time its the best feeling ever. Miguel moans loudly, it sounds so so pretty and makes you squeeze tight around him.

His hips keep pounding into you as he cum’s inside of you, filling you so full and making you feel so good. You cum again and scream into his neck. Pussy fluttering around him, his thrust become sloppy and slow until finally his hips lay down flat on the bed again. Your both panting and overstimulated. Miguel leads your face to his and he cradles your face as he kisses you slowly, he mutters something between the kiss. “Good job, pretty girl, that was so good.” Miguel says.

Your face grows warm again and you sit up and move out of him. He sits up after you and grabs you, carrying you to the bathroom bridal style while still giving you kisses on your cheeks, lips, and forehead. Showering you in praise while making sure he takes care of both of your bodies after what had happened.

[ghoulphile]

Coop would draw out that feeling of shame for being attracted to him so hard too, making you hold eye contact when he was on top of you OR BETTER YET; you not realizing the room you're in has a broken mirror until his tilts your head up to lock eyes with your own. "You just keep lookin there, darling. And I'll do the rest." Him stopping his hips if your eyes close for even second. "I believe we had a deal. Now you watch yourself get fucked, I want you to know who's making you sing like that."

Him pulling out and finishing on your thighs and not letting you cum bc you couldn't help but close your eyes and hes gotta punish you somehow 👀👀👀

okayyyy but jfc that's 🥵 you are SO right & you should say it

Like, him purposefully thrusting in hard and fast to make your lashes flutter, grinding close and hitting all those tender sweet spots that make your eyes roll into the back of your head because he wants you to fail.

wants to see how far he can push you and how long you can hold out while also knowing its impossible when he rocks juuuust right, drags the fat head of his cock along your g-spot until your hips buck and your thighs tremble.

holds you down and makes you take it while mocking you, gripping your jaw to keep your attention focused on the mirror above you, maybe shoves his fingers inside your mouth just to see you gag and drool.

"so fuckin' messy," he'd grunt. "see, now don' you look prettier than a picture? hanging off my cock, dumb 'n droolin'."

you'd beg and plead for him to stop, to slow down, to stop doing that because he knows you can't take it - it's too much! you can't be good and do what he says when he's fucking you like this; stuffing your mouth full while his cock thrusts so deep you feel him in your stomach, mean fingers pinching at your clit until you whine, pawing at his shoulders.

and every time you look away he does more than pause, he pulls out - slaps the heavy weight of his erection against your abused pussy until you throb, all swollen and needy. drags the head up and down your slit until you're crying, blurry eyes struggling to stay open and on your mirrored image.

when he fucks back in after teasing, it's nice and slow, making sure you feel every inch he feeds you until he's sheathed to the hilt, your walls rippling around his shaft, clamping down so hard he swears.

then the hard, fast pace starts again, your body jerking with every harsh thrust. over and over again (man has stamina) until you're cock drunk, mouth slack and mind hazy after hours of edging. and when you finally cum with a wet gush and shaking hands, he tsks and ruins your orgasm by pulling out before you're finished.

you'll whine, struggling to get your limbs to cooperate as you try to cling to him. he'll bat you away and wait til you refocus on him - the hard glint of his eyes and the cruel smirk tugging at his mouth. swallowing hard when he takes his cock in hand, glistening with your slick.

he'd jerk himself off while you watch before cumming with a grunt, shooting his spend all over your skin. then the real punishment begins... one ruined orgasm for every time you looked away, every time you shut your eyes. by the end of it you'd be a soaked, overstimulated mess - body wrung to its limits and nerves shot, knees weak and head full of cotton.

just.... i have a lot of thots 😭

[mypoisonedvine]

i can't remember if I sent something like this to you before. but a drabble where Jonathan crane is helping a student or fellow colleague test a new drug they made. however, the drug instead acts like an aphrodisiac making the reader completely pliable to jonathans wants...

YOU DID AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT AND IM SO GLAD YOU SENT IT AGAIN!!!

warnings: dubcon cause of the drug, breeding kink, spanking, kinda rough/aggressive, housewife and misogyny kink hehe

"Please, please," you whined as you tugged him closer by the lab coat, pressing your thighs together to try to hide the arousal running down them. "Please, Dr. Crane--"

"I don't know what you need," he panted, "tell me what you need, I'll try to help."

"I need... need you to--" you choked out, knowing you couldn't just say what was in your head: touch me, fuck me, need you inside me right now, need you to breed me--

He pulled you a little closer, looking at your face, and you whimpered as you looked up at him. "You're burning up," he noticed, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, and you worried your knees would buckle.

"F-fuck, please," you begged again, "touch me more."

"Where?" he asked, but there was a sparkle in his eye that made you think he might already know what was going on. "Tell me where, and I'll help you."

You tried to grab his hand to guide it between your legs, but he pulled away.

"I want to hear you say it," he insisted.

"My pussy," you blurted out, "fuck, please-- I need to--"

He snapped suddenly, turning you around and bending you over the lab table in an instant. "I know what you need," he decided suddenly as he roughly stripped you, getting as much of your clothes out of the way as you arched your back and whined for more. "I know what you fucking need," he said again before smacking your bare ass harshly, making you shudder and pant. "Need to be filled."

"Yes," you breathed.

"Need to be fucked," he continued, and you whined.

"Yes!"

"Need to be bred."

You gasped as he pressed his cock against you, teasing your opening like you weren't already desperate enough. "H-how," you choked out, "how could you know I need that? Did you know the drug would do this?"

"No," he answered, "this is what you all need. You're just usually too afraid to admit it."

He plunged into you with a sigh, your whole body shaking as he started to fuck you-- not too hard, but not exactly delicate either.

"I didn't know what was in that drug you tried," he went on, "but I suppose whatever it is finally made you realize your purpose. To be bred and claimed."

"Oh god, Crane," you blurted out.

"I think you can call me Jonathan now," he laughed as he leaned down over you, holding your hips tighter. "We might as well be on a first name basis, if I'm gonna get you pregnant."

You purred and arched your back, everything in you crying out for exactly that.

"Such a cute little career woman," he chuckled, "but you're no better than this, are you? Still need a man to fuck some babies into you. Did you always want it to be me? Or will anybody do?"

You'd had a crush on him before, sure, but not exactly the type that makes you want a child-- that was definitely the drugs talking.

"Gonna get you so fucking full," he promised with a groan, "gonna give you every drop until you're pregnant-- think that'll help you calm down?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "fuck, please--"

"Can't wait to see you like that," he smiled, "full with my baby. Tits all swollen and sore... so needy and wet all the time from the hormones-- sort of like this, hopefully a little more rational, though. You're gonna make the prettiest housewife, sweetheart, now that you finally know your place."

[callmemickey]

Keegan Russ is a provider and you’re lying to yourself if you even think otherwise 👏 if he could make it to where you didn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of your life, he 100% would. That being said, I hope you love to be on the receiving end of oral! I genuinely believe this man will deep dive right on in there, and would stay there until you’re shaking, crying, and begging him to stop (to which he probably won’t).

Keegan Russ can be chatty when it’s just you two, and especially - you know where this is going - in bed. He loves praising you, but in such a gentle way (he also praises you day-to-day but this is nsfw hehe). If you get all shy, he will eat it tf up. imagine hearing these in his deep, gravelly, purr of a voice: “you’re so perfect and I’m so lucky you’re mine” “fuck, you look so beautiful riding my cock like that” “you wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?” “how could I say no when you asked so nicely?” “ahh, that’s my girl.” “I love how your pretty little mouth feels.” I could literally write Keegan talking for like 6947950 years mmkay

Keegan Russ loves it when you initiate and/or take charge, even if he ends up doing the work. Ride him, sit on his face, swipe his nose like a credit card, suck his cock, for the love of god anything. Even though he absolutely loves performing acts of service, the moment you hop into action? Weak! This man is weak! just tell him it’s because he’s been so amazing, that you just wanna do this for him if that’s alright 🥺 you missed him sm and you just wanna make your baby feel good 🥺 is slobbering on his cock too much to ask for 🥺 if you’re doing this, you got him whipped

Keegan Russ might wear the mask in bed upon asking. I don’t think he has an issue with anonymity and his identity. I would honestly wait for some time to pass before asking. I like to imagine he’s kind of… confused at first? He puts it on (even does the face paint), and you’re barking and purring. He’s just like “why do they like this?” but when he realizes JUST how bad you want him? GOD!!! It’s basically just roleplaying and he eats that shit up, mama - he gets into it and it’s like… distant, anonymous, and it feels dirty: “show me how much you want me.” “with your mouth, just like that. good.” “that’s Sergeant/sir to you.” “that’s right, on your knees.” “oooh, look at you.” “did I say you could cum?” “louder.”

Keegan Russ has the sexiest morning voice in the world. The way he wakes up (shirtless, he’s usually shirtless), sighs, and rolls over to you. You know that half-spoon, half-on top moment? Yeah, THAT. you’re on your side and he’s kind of on top and pressed against you, kissing you on the neck as you feel his hands glide up the side of your thigh, his touch is so warm and gentle. “mornin’, sweetheart.” AAUUUGGggghhhhh and then you feel his morning wood pressed so hard against your ass- ok I can’t do this (not me scrambling to write morning sex with my husband keegs)

Keegan Russ is not a very rough or hardcore lover. Please don’t expect him to tie you up or do some crazy things cuz he probably won’t!! The most you’ll get with being “kinky” is him wearing the mask and praising you (kinda considered bdsm???), which, if you need anything more from him… can’t help ya there champ - besides, is he not enough??!?!? 🥺 don’t break his heart or i swear

Keegan Russ… I see him liking the spooning position a lot, or a variation where he fucks you from behind and cowgirl just please ride him. There’s something he finds soooooo erotic about leaning over your shoulder, saying things naughty things in your ear ahhh he knoooooows what his voice does to you, so he takes advantage of it anytime he can get! there was that time you two were making lunch on a weekend and he just bent you over the counter and it was just… “you’re so wet already - you been thinkin’ ‘bout this?” “you’re such a pleasure to use” “I’m so proud of you for taking my cock so well” “relax, baby, just hold on” “that’s it, just like that, ah, fuck” “you want me to make you cum again?” “there’s that happy little sigh”

Keegan Russ doesn’t put you in extreme sexual situations where you require extensive aftercare (or any if you’re down tbh), but he still makes sure your needs are taken care of!! wanna shower together? have a snack? oh! you’re out of water, he’ll grab you a glass! need him to snuggle you for a little bit? of course, he wouldn’t want to do anything else! Being with you and making sure you’re happy and taken care of???? His #1 priority 🙌

[blueicequeen19]

Brothers Betrayal

Warnings: non-con, kidnapping, creampie, oral, face fucking, blackmail, abuse, etc

Next

I try to calm my breathing as I pull the Twinkie up in front of Tannyhill, barely killing the engine when I see Rafe emerge from the front door. The hard expression on his face is all the conformation I need. Images of last night play on loop in my head. The sweet words he whispered in my ear as he took my virginity. The way he held and caressed me like I was a treasure. The way I let him take my innocence and finish inside me without a condom. Then I let him fuck me again. By the time we were done, he had to change the sheets because of all the blood and cum then we showered and I let him take me again. I was still so sore I could feel it as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I could still feel him inside me. I craved it. I wanted it. There was too much passion and fire last night for it to have all been a lie. But I realize now that Rafe is a manipulator and I was just a pawn he used to make another move against the Pogues. The pranks have gotten out of hand and now my brother had paid the price.

I throw the door open and jump out. The rage I felt is back as I think about what John B is probably going through right now. Whatever this prank was, it's been taken too far. Kidnapping is too far. I march up the walkway of Tannyhill and up the steps to the white mansion before rearing back and slapping Rafe as hard as I can. At least I try. He catches my drawn wrist in one hand, his other hand wrapping around my throat as he shoves me against the door like I'm nothing more than a rag doll.

"Come back for more, doll? I've been thinking about that sweet pussy all day." Rafe growls, leaning in for a kiss. Like hell. I spit in his face and he laughs, smearing his face against mine.

"You motherfucker. Where is my brother?" I demand, attempting to knee him the way JJ showed me but Rafe is quicker, clamping his knees closed.

"What are you talking about? I was with you all night." Rafe smirks, eyeing my lips like he still wants to kiss me but I snarl at him.

"Topper and Kelc took him. I know they did. They're your goons so where. IS. HE?" I'm started to yell and Rafe looks around, like he's worried someone will see or hear so he shoves the door open and tosses me inside before locking the door behind him. My knees are trembling so badly I can barely hold myself up.

"You used me." I cry, wiping angrily at the tears I didn't realize were falling. My first time was perfect and now it was ruined. "You ruined everything!" Rafe advances on me, leading me deeper into the quiet mansion since his family is still on vacation.

"I told you I would. I told you that you'd hate me and I asked you if you were prepared for your family to hate you when they find out. You said you didn't care. You all but begged me to fuck you. I bet your little panties are wet right now." His words only add fuel to the fire, making me lash out with my fist with a cry of rage but I'm no match for him. Rafe knocks me down, pinning my squirming body to the cool hardwood as I scream profanities at him. I hated that he was right. I hated him for what he's done but my body wanted him. His touch made me weak. My resolve was slipping. I could hardly remember why I'd come here.

I gasp when his hand finds its way between my legs and he rubs the seam of my shorts against my clit. I buck against him, hating the way my body reacts to his touch and the way he's smiling in satisfaction.

"I can feel the heat of my pussy through your shorts." Rafe moans softly, before straightening to remove his belt. My eyes widen in surprise and I panic, struggling with all my might as he lifts up and rolls me over like I weigh nothing and binds my arms together with his belt.

"Where is my brother?! It's not a joke anymore!" I scream, not even fighting anymore as Rafe yanks my shorts and panties down my legs and buries his face between my cheeks, feasting like a man who didn't just spend all night inside me. I clamp my mouth shut, holding back any sounds that might escape as I press my forehead to the cool floor. The sounds of the obscene slurping of my wetness makes my face heat with humiliation.

"Rafe, please." I whisper, my legs shaking as he brings me right on the verge of an orgasm embarrassingly fast before stopping.

"God, you taste good." Rafe groans, lifting up and denying my release. The tears fall again in frustration, my body aching to have what he's withheld. My clit throbs in sync with my heartbeat so rapidly it hurts. I hardly notice Rafe manhandling me onto my knees or the feel of his bare thighs against mine as he rubs his huge cock through my soaked, greedy slit.

"Tell me where John B is. I'm begging you." I cry. A sharp smack lands against my ass and I yelp, my hands balling into fists at my back as he slaps me again and again as he works his cock inside me.

"Stop begging for your brother and beg me for this cock." Rafe snarls, using both hands to find leverage on my hips and thrusting the rest of the way inside me so hard I almost drop back down to the floor with a cry. He's too big and I'm still so sore from last night but the pleasure overpowers the pain. I moan like a dirty whore as he uses me, cursing and grunting with every powerful thrust. My face drags against the floor, my arms and hands are numb from loss of feeling and my knees are killing me but I don't tell him to stop. It feels like a never ending cycle of betrayal but my body doesn't care as my toes curl, my eyes start to roll back, and my pussy clamps down like a vice.

"Rafe, I-I.."

"Beg me to let you cum. Beg for me like you did last night."

"Please, Rafe, please." I scream, my body trembling as his hands tighten painfully on my hips, his nails biting the skin as he hammers into me like I'm nothing but I tool for his pleasure.

"Cum, slut." I hate when he calls me that but my body tightens further, everything suddenly going black as I cum so hard my knees give out and Rafe fucks me into the floor. His breath fans across my ear before he finds my shoulder and bites me in the place he did last night, sinking in his teeth so hard I sob as he releases a moment later, filling my body with his warmth so deeply that it hurts. He pulls out with a grunt, dragging his cum back out of me and leaving a warm, sticky mess as I try to gather myself. Rafe doesn't undo my hands as he slips me onto my back and enters me again, holding my legs firmly against his chest as he fucks his cum back into me.

"Rafe." My voice is barely more than a whisper. I'm practically delirious. He's making a mess but I can't seem to care as I watch the way his eyes burn into me, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, sweat dripping down his face, all while still fully clothed.

"You weren't a prank." Rafe slams into me harder, my hands begging for relief as I scoot back and forth across the floor. I cum with a scream, my back arching off the floor as my body explodes with pure bliss. Minutes pass before I come back down and Rafe has pulled away, tucking himself away and looking like nothing happened while I look and feel like someone who was fucked hard.

“You distracted me so your two morons could take my brother. You made me a part of this stupid prank. You used me.” I rasp, sitting up and carefully sliding my panties back up my legs, ignoring the mess we’ve made.

“That’s not what it is now.” Rafe says cooly, watching as I stand and tug my shorts back up. His eyes move to the floor and I know he’s looking at the puddle of cum we’ve left but I refuse to look.

“I don’t believe you. I never will. You were nice to me! You manipulated me! I let you take my virginity because I thought—.”

“That I liked you? Y/N, your brother is literally my mortal enemy. He took my sister so I took his. I took your virginity because I wanted to. I’m not a nice guy but you knew that. You knew the consequences of this. The only problem now is that I don’t think I’m done with you yet and the moment I release your brother, I’ll never see you again.” My heart breaks in my chest, shattering into a million tiny pieces so abruptly that I have to catch myself on the couch to keep from collapsing.

“Is-is he alive?” I sob, hating how casual and careful Rafe looks in his khakis and fucking polo.

“Well, yea. He’s just holed up somewhere until I’m done with his sister.” Rafe shrugs, hands in his pockets and looking every bit the arrogant spoiled rich guy he is.

“You’re fucking psycho! What makes you think I’ll sleep with you ever again after this? You can’t just decide you want to keep me after you’ve manipulated me and used me. This isn’t even about me. It’s between the damn Kooks and Pogues.” I yell at him. Rafe smirks, running his hand over his buzzed head.

“No, it is about you. You’re John B’s most priced possession right next to my sister. It’s only fitting that I corrupt his sister the way he did mine. My father may never be the same after losing Sarah.”

“Well your father is a piece of shit.” I clip and Rafe’s smug facade drops. He lunges for me and I scream, taking off into a run and throwing myself up the stairs as he tramples after me.

“Run, little rabbit! The longer you let me play the sooner I’ll let your brother go!” Rafe calls as I make my way up another set of stairs, my entire body shaking with adrenaline as I sprint for the last door on the right. If I can get to a window I can climb onto the roof and scream for help until someone notices. I’d even jump into the pool at this point.

I barely get the knob turned when Rafe slams into my back, shoving the door open and throwing me onto the bed.

“Rafe, please.” I cry, trying not to stare as he rips his polo over his head and yanks off the remained of his clothing before straddling me on the bed and ripping my tank top in half.

“Keep begging. I like it.” Rafe hisses, his cock hard and bobbing towards his navel as if to prove his point. Rafe slams his mouth down on mine, his hands sliding under my bra to cup my breasts that he spent all night marking. I rear my hand back and slap his hard, making him bite my lip in the process as he yanks away and pins my arms down with a snarl.

“I will break your arm if you hit me again.” Rafe growls.

“Maybe you should break my legs too so I can’t run.” I spat without thinking. His wicked grin makes me instantly regret my words as he leans down to lick up the side of my face.

“Now there’s an idea. I could keep you in my basement and no one would know.” Rafe pinches my nipples before sliding up onto my chest and shoving his massive dick in my face. I look up at him with as much disgust as I can before he fists the top of my hair, making me cry out before he shoves his cock down my throat.

“Ahh, fuck yes. Get me nice and wet, baby.” Rafe groans as I choke and gag, tears streaming down my face. Just then it clicks. The basement. I’d bet anything that’s where John B is. It would have to be somewhere close. How else could he keep him alive?

“You know, I think I might love you.” Rafe chuckles, pulling back and claiming my mouth in a rough kiss before I can even catch my breath.

“You don’t hurt people you love.” I spat, watching as he crawls down my body and takes his time sucking each of my nipples into his mouth. I fist the comforter to refrain from crying out. He didn’t deserve to hear my sounds of pleasure.

“You do if you know they’ll leave you.” Rafe mumbles around my flesh in his mouth. His licks his way down my sternum, licking his lips as he comes face to face with my pussy.

“It didn’t have to be like this.” I bite out just as he swipes his tongue through my slit.

“Maybe it didn’t.” Rafe licks me lazily, like he’s got all the time in the world as he hauls my legs over his shoulders. “But John B would always be in the way. So if he can ruin my family, then I can ruin his.”

[whorety-k]

Hello! Wanted to say that I really love your work about Konrad. I recently listened to the song Type O Negative - Love You To Death and realized that it would be just perfect for him. I would be glad if you get inspired to write a new post for it (´꒳`)♡

(sound warning) TYPE O NEGATIVE BESTIE?? YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION.

I love this song and you're absolutely right: it's perfect. This is targeting me for being goth (and a Peter Steele appreciator, rest in peace beloved) and I am unable to get it out of my mind, thank you. Type O Negative songs + Konrad Curze and just the natural progression of things. You ripped me right out of another fic like my soul ascending to daemonhood (sorry Fulgrim asker, this is one of my favorite songs).

Please have another really good Konrad song for what I've written! Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge [YouTube] [Spotify]

without further ado, have some horny

Pairing: Konrad Curze x afab!Reader

Song Inspiration: Love You to Death - Type O Negative [YouTube] [Spotify] “I beg to serve / your wish is my law / Now close your eyes and let me love you to death / Shall I prove I mean what I’m saying, begging? / I say the beast inside of me is gonna getcha, getcha, get—”

Warnings: SMUT, porn without plot, dubcon (but not actually, reader is into it), injury, blood kink, descriptions of blood, not quite blood as lube but it’s there, physical restraints (bondage + gagging), we’re visiting an apothecary after this one everybody

Word Count: 666 (well if that's not telling...)

Tag List: @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams

A shudder rips down your spine from the chill of the room, bare nipples perking. He eats up your soft whimpers, digging his sharpened nails into the soft flesh of your hips as if you’d run away at the first chance you could get. The pain sends jolts of electricity down your legs, knees twitching limply from where he has you restrained. Navy blue cordage has your arms trapped helplessly against your sides, wrists bound to your ankles. A claw ghosts down the pretty arch in your back. “Gorgeous little rabbit, you are,” he croons, breath puffing against your ear. You whine, causing the giant to tut at you in mock sympathy.

Konrad’s hot tongue laves desperate laps up and down your thighs— hot, wet, chasing after crimson trails like a man possessed. The intensity of his eyes has you just as pinned as the soft ropes affixing you to yourself. “You were the one that wanted this, my dear,” the Night Haunter taunts, softly shaking his head. You try to choke a response, but your words are lost to limitations of the ball-gag. Curze perks up, eyes alight in false sincerity. “Did you not?” he asks, using a sharp nail to raise your chin. Your eyes fall as they refuse to meet his gaze. Loaded silence passes between the two of you before he roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. His voice is tense with disappointment, growling out, “Your body makes for an awful liar. I can smell you, bloody minx.”

A crimson hand traces the heat between your legs, rubbing tantalizing circles around your slit. “All of that effort to garner my favor… why act so ungrateful? Was this not your goal?” Konrad scoffs, sinking a thick finger inside of your wet warmth, “Only a fool shows such kindness without an expectation of repayment.” A second finger slips in beside the first, prodding roughly against your front as they pump in and out of your fluttering core. Stars fill your vision at the rush of adrenaline his ministrations send through your veins, and a muffled cry leaves your lips and your back arches forward against the restraints. You feel more than see the razor edge against your cheek before the gag in your mouth suddenly comes loose, dropping onto your spread lap. “Care to repeat yourself?” your captor inquires, continuing to tease your bud. 

A deep breath fills your lungs for the first time since the Night Haunter had lured you to his quarters. Your eyes rim with tears of overstimulation and delicious pain, thighs and hips aching with still-bleeding wounds. “Please,” you beg through glossy, spit-laden lips, angling your hips forward.

A wicked smile blooms on Konrad’s pale face, a modicum too wide to be ingenuous. He leans forward, whispering, “Good pet, finally being honest with yourself. Let me reward you.” Slick sounds of the Night Haunter working you open echo against the walls of the dark chamber, deadened by the rush of blood in your ears. The coil in your belly begins to wind tighter with each exploratory thrust of his fingers, large palm stimulating your nub. The harsh pleasure causes the tension to snap, and Curze dips his head to place a sloppy kiss to your parted lips, tongue devouring the inside of your mouth and eating up your cries as you clench around his digits. He coasts you through your high, bordering overstimulation before retreating his fingers from you. 

Konrad looks over his work, swiping up another trail of blood with a soiled finger. “Quite the mess,” he teases, dark eyes tracing your heaving form. He raises his hand to his lips and licks off the erotic mixture of blood and desire from his fingers as if it's his final meal, emitting low growls and grunts as commentary on the taste. When he’s finished, the primarch pushes you onto your front, pressing one of his massive hands between your shoulders. 

“One worthy of expanding, certainly.”

[justmystical]

The Forgotten-6

Pairing: Lucifer x Butterfly!fem!reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel x reader

Warnings: takes place before Hazbin Hotel, Alternative Universe

Navigation /Seven

Lucifer's life was miserable after falling from grace,the worse part is the woman he loved , Lilith abandoned him,she broke it off with him after two thousand years together.

Now he usually just goes with the other deadly sins,mostly going to the Lust ring.He Indulge in temptations of lust after Lilith left him.

He just indulge in alcohol,may have a few hook ups with different succubuses here and there but no one caught his eye to replace the gaping hole Lilith left in his heart.

he thought he wouldn't find anyone to fill the void until...

Lucifer felt tingling sensations, he knew what it meant. He doesn't want to ,but he is force to go because of his Punishment. He can only see the bad side of humanity,he only wanted was best...

He was engulfed in red smoke,he being summoned to the human realm.

He appeared in a dark room,he was standing inside of a pentagram. He was so tired of this,but there was nothing he could do.

He saw a poor baby lamb infront of him,the poor creature has died due a slash to it's throat.

There were a lot of people in cloaks...

"Oh The Great King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar-"a man started by Lucifer cut him out.

"let's cut to the chase, I'm a very busy demon..."to be honest Lucifer knows that this were the same people who always summoned him before...

No wait maybe same bloodline it's been a long time...

"yes my lord!we offer you a bride!a virgin!-"

"I'm not interested...and thsi completely waste my time,a bride?why would you think i needed- you know what I'll just go" he transported out of there a fast as he could.He fell down on his knees near an apple tree.

Seriously!

They killed a poor lamb for what to be fucked by the Devil!, that's an stupid to do.it wasn't even any other lamb , it's a newborn.

This what i get for what i done!

He didn't even he was crying until he felt something wet fell onto his lap. He didn't want any of these,he didn't want to be miserable.

"Please i beg ,i want to be happy..."

He just hugged his knees and sob quietly.He knew someone like him doesn't deserve happiness.

He felt something soft brush his leg,he looked up and saw a...

Cat?

It meowed and went closer to him, usually animals are scared of him, they would snarl and bark.

But this cat seems to persistent to be with him...

He was hesitant in touching the cat,he was trying to reach but he stopped midway.the however leaned forward and his hand touched it's head.

He smiled at this,it was like there was something magical about this cat.

"hello?" He heard a wonderful voice called, it sounded music to his ears (a/n: ears what ears 😭😭)

He then saw a beautiful woman,she has beautiful red long hair, turquoise eyes, red round marks on her cheeks...

It's like mine...

And she was really tall...

"hi?"

from the simple greeting bloomed a friendship, Lucifer saw you as a burst of sunshine in dark times.

He did question of how didn't react to his name, usually they would cower in fear.

But you ,you stayed with him without any fear. The things he like about was you tried to always make me happy or laugh.

But his worst fear came when you looked at him with disgust.

When you saw him in his demon form...

Your the only person that he doesn't want to push away,from all of his mistakes it looks like you were a gift.

He didn't even realize it himself of how important you are to him...

[darkcrowprincess]

Lunter Beauty and the Beast AU; except: Luz is the Beast; Hunter is Belle and Phillip doubles as Gaston and Belle's father.

*Luz looks like her titan form, but her face is more beastly*

The rain starts pouring when Hunter finally lays eyes on his titan beast from the bottom of the stairs. He is so happy to see her again, but happiness is so fragile when people are cruel.

"LUZ!" Hunter screams in warning, fear in his whole being at what his eyes see before him. Luz the titan beast gets distracted by Hunter. Happy to see him. "You came back!" She calls down to him from the stairs of the crumbling old tower.

Unknown, from behind his uncle comes at her with a knife. A knife he stabs quickly into her back. She screams and howls in pain at the cool sharp blade. Hunter screams with her. As if he's getting stabbed too. Their connection so deep he feels her pain. Rain beats down harder on the ground. Beating like the sounds of drums. A flash of lighting so close makes everything light up for a few seconds. He sees the cruel look on his uncles face.

"This is what comes from loving monsters Hunter, but don't worry this time I'll save you from her. I wont fail you like I failed my brother Caleb."

"Leave her alone!", screams Hunter.

Belos pulls the knife out of Luz's back. Bits of her clothes, titian fur, and blood clinging to the knife as he pull the knife out. Than quicker than you can see plunges it again into her other shoulder.

"Stop it!" Hunter screams. It echoing around the condemned parts of the castle.

Luz's titan face hisses in pain, whines coming out of her mouth. Belos grabs Luz by a horn on her head. Holding her up so he can put the bloody knife to her throat.

"Come with me now Hunter and I promise to make her death painless."

"N-no please Uncle," Hunter begs.

"Now Hunter! I wont ask again." Belos hisses cold and cruel. The sky lights up again, causing his unles face to appear monster like and cruel. He looks less like a man and more of a monster.

Hunter goes to his knees pleading and begging, "Please Uncle, don't!"

"Pathetic," Belos speaks coldly. "You'd beg on your hands a knees for this beast?!"

At that, the titan beast has come back into Luz. She is tired of this poor excuse of life treating Hunter this way. Her eyes open wide and her pupils go slit like in anger.

As if some powerful strength has sparked deep inside to help ignore the pain. Luz growls, angry and determined. "Leave him alone!" She than sinks her sharp titan teeth into his wrist. Breaking through the skin and muscle. Belos( on the consequence of being just a mortal man) yells out in pain, dropping his only weapon, his knife. It falls down into the darkness. Luz than using the last of her strength judo flips his weight over her back, than completely off of her and lets him go. Belos realizes whats happening too late. Luz using his weight to flip him out the window of the tower, and letting gravity do the rest. The last thing Belos hears on this earth is the titan saying, "I am not a beast!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Belos yell echos outside in the rain as he falls to his death. His body becoming smaller and smaller, till he disappears into the deep darkness. Never to be seen or heard from a again.

Luz stares at his form out the window. Breathing heavily. Hunter stares at her in shcok. Luz's titian eyes turn down to meet his. They hold eye contact for a few seconds. Than Luz eyes roll back into her head and she faints to the cold ground of the tower. This causes Hunter cry out in fear and finally move. 'No, no please.' Hunter thinks.

Hunter runs up the wet stone steps. Almost slipping several times. After what feels like a million years, he's at the top of the tower.

Luz is on her back, blood slowly pooling on the wet cold stone. He can already smell the blood, even as the rain drops mix into it. Turning the cruel red lighter mixed with the water. Hunter goes to her and kneels by her side. The blood staining him, yet he doesn't care. He only cares for her.

"Luz? Luz!" He carefully lifts her head onto his lap. Running his hands over her fur cheeks. She's breathing heavily. She opens her eyes a little to look up at him. Its a struggle for her to keep them open.

Hunter tries to smile at her in comfort. But its a wobbly smile. Tears mixed with rain drip down his face. "Luz!"

"H-Hunter, you came back?" Luz smiles weakly up at him.

"Of course I did! I-I promised didn't I." Hunter

Luz leans into his touch. His hands cradle her. "At least I got to see you one last time." She says that faintly, as if shes loosing the energy to speak.

"Don't say that! P-please don't say that. Just hang on!"

Why are words so hard? Hunter has so much more to say, but the words wont come. They stay stuck inside, just like everything else. He is powerless. Just like every other moment of Hunter's life. He couldn't save his parents, and now he can't save Luz. She's dying!

At that Hunter leans closer to her body blocking the rain from dripping down onto her. The iron smell of blood mixed with earthy wet rain is stronger. Gentle as can be, he leans his forhead against hers. At the touch her eyes open to stare at him. Her eyes are filled with pain but also love.

Luz than sighs, her eyes close. She stops breathing. She. Stops. Breathing.

Hunter feels as if he has gone deaf. He can't hear anything, except a long unstopping high pitch faint sound in his ears. The kind you get when your eardrumbs have popped. Hunter doesn't feel the raindrops falling on him anymore. Or smell anything. He's gone numb. The only thing he sees is his Luz. The only thing is Luz. Faintly without realizing it he says, "I love you." Its a desperate, at the brink of breaking completely confession.

******

Unknow to Hunter, Luz's yellow rose in its glass home loses its last petal. Just as Hunter says I love you the petal falls. Its falls among the other petals. Than with in the petals start glowing. A bright light. It is not the end. In fact the curse has broken.

*******

As Hunter tells Luz I love you. A bright glowing light starts to shine in her chest. It slowly grows bigger and bigger. Eventually Hunter starts to notice the light. He backs away from Luz in shock. The light sparkles and shines. Like millions of little stars hugging the she beasts form. Soon the light spreads and completely covers her.

*and that's all I have for now for this. Like literally that's all I could think of. Maybe later I can change it. But right now I'm just too frustrated with it. I'm just going to post it as is for now. Sorry*

[ghostssimp]

The Death of Peace of Mind//Simon Ghost Riley

A/N This one is smuttish a..lot? I took some time from writing, because I didn't have anything in my head. No inspo. This is what came with a song; Bad Omens; The Death of Peace of Mind I hope you enjoy.

I made another mistake, thought I could change Thought I could make it out Promises break, need to hear you say You're gonna keep it now

You and Ghost were fuck buddies, nothing more. That was until you both started to feel something towards each other. That's when you begged Price to give you other tasks, to send you on different kinds of missions. You were avoiding him. He took notice of that, and it made him feel mixed emotions.

This was finally the longest that you were on a mission. The last time the two of you saw each other was 6 months ago. The last time you two had touched each other was 9 months ago. It made you only crave for the man more.

I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you touch, the way you taste

Those hot nights, where you would whimper his name. "Simon, please Simon." Were the whispers that you could moan out from all the pleasure he gave you as he pushed deep into you from the back, one of his huge hands holding your waist as the other was between your legs, making you grind against his cock more.

His groan echoed in the room. "That's right. Keep that mouth full of my name. That's the only one you will remember for some time." His deep voice could be heard behind you and it made you arch your back even more for him. "Yes, sir!" You cry out feeling closer and closer to your high.

His hand would catch the grip on your hair and pull it, so you would look in the mirror. You saw your red face that was wet from the sweat. Your eyes are in a haze as you look at him and how he thrusts into you. Each one was harder and harder. All you could see was his mask. "Look at yourself. Look how much of a good girl you are being for me, hm?" He would grunt into the night.

When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

You walk back, feeling a little tired and sore from the flight back. You go straight to Price's office. As you enter, Price is already in a room with someone. Your heart skipped a beat and your mouth dried.

"Y/N! Good to see that you came in one piece back home." Price told you, not feeling the tension rising in the room. When you met Ghost's icy look, it felt like you couldn't move. Like you were frozen in place as all those feelings came back to you.

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames Hanging upside down For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about

Being on such long missions always meant that you were alone with your thoughts. What did you think about? Was it Simon?

Every night, it felt like he was next to you. It felt like his fingers traced from your lips to your pussy. It felt like he pumped them in and out. The feeling your fingers did, it just wasn't the same. You needed him. You needed his touch so badly. You moaned his name every night, trying to get yourself off at the memory of him.

It all just made it worse for your feelings towards him.

I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste

You could still remember when the two of you came back from an undercover mission. You had to dress up and make the mafia boss fall for your charm.

When Ghost heard your soft whispers, when he saw your soft touches when he heard your low chuckles.. It made him go mad. His cock twitched. On the other hand, you were doing it all a little bit more to piss him off. He knew it.

So when he called you to his office, you were pinned to the wall. "Let's see how can you make it up and apologize with that pretty mouth of yours."

You were on your knees for him. At one point, his hands held your head as he fucked your mouth.

He pulled you up and bent you over the table. His hands held yours behind your back as he fucked you raw on his table. Your dress was ripped apart. Your whole body was screaming for more of him as you tried to keep your moans and screams in. "I'm gonna make you forget every man, this cock is the only thing that will be in your mind for a long time, love."

When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

After you filled Price in, you stormed out of his office, trying to run away from Simon. You can't do this now, because you're aching for him.

You even went pass Gaz and Soap with a quick 'hi'.

When the curtains call the time Will we both be satisfied? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

The fight between the two of you was still clear in your head.

You were holding your head in your hands as you were seated on the bed. Your heart was beating fast as you thought of what to say to him. The door opens and you look up to see tired eyes behind a skull mask.

He didn't need a second to see that something was wrong. "Y/N, what's going on?" His voice rang in the room and it made you feel even worse.

"I- I have to go Ghost." He was silent, but you could tell that there was a frown behind his mask. "Wha-"

"Ghost I have to go away from you. We have to stop." He took a few steps towards you. "We're in too deep to stop." You put your hand up and he stopped in front of you.

"No, you don't understand Si, I'm falling." With one look in your eyes, both of you knew that you were fucked.

A moment of silence, and then the chaos got out. A lot of words were said that weren't meant. A lot of feelings got spilled out and it ended with you storming out and slamming the door.

You come and go in waves Leaving me in your wake You come and go in waves Swallowing everything

He was always there, in the back of your head. No matter what you did, no matter what you tried. He was fucking you and loving you in the back of your mind.

Are you satisfied? Love's the death of peace of mind Mind, mind

Was this what you wanted? To be alone? To be left alone by him?

When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

As you were walking through the hall, a pair of strong arms pulled you into an empty room. His body was pressed against yours as he pinned you to the wall. His skull mask was already moved a little so his lips crashed against yours. The need for him screamed in you as you pulled him closer, your breathing getting heavy.

When the curtains call the time Will we both be satisfied? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

You whimper. "Simon-" He smashes his lips again against his as his arms explore your body. "Shut up and let me give you all the love you have missed in these months. I'll make you mine again and you're not fucking runnin' away love." His gruff voice was heard and you did it. You let yourself to him. He was the one you craved so much. He was your need, your drug.

Love's the death of peace of mind

[jokersaciid]

bruce wayne x reader . ( fluff !! ) warning ahead . synopsis .. 🕷️bruce is super anxious after an event &&. needs comfort .

bruce was sitting there silently, facing the suite's walk in closet as he stared at the suit that was placed there. he didn't buy this.. so why was it there?

his eyebrows quirked up in question before he felt the swoosh of cool summer air from the now opened window near his bed. he turned in time to be face to face with you, a smile plastered across your handsome face.

" get my present? "

your smile slightly dropping as bruce nodded quietly, stepping back to sit down on the edge of his bed. his demeanor wasn't serious, he seemed excruciatingly anxious. you didn't like this at all.

" what's wrong, carino? " you asked immediately, sitting down on your knees to get a good view of his face that was halfway covered by his large hand.

" i don't know.. i'm trying to figure that out. " he mumbled into his palm, his eyes sliding towards you as if begging to be held.

" c'mere, big boy. "

you climbed up onto the bed, laying down and dragging his large frame on top of your own to latch onto his body that you hadn't even noticed had been shaking.

" how long have you been feeling anxious? " the words were whispered, however bruce heard you clearly as his shoulders lifted and dropped.

" since this afternoon, i tried to look for you but i couldn't find you anywhere so i've been locked up in here. " he mumbled quietly as he hid his face into your neck, his arms locked around your waist.

" i'm sorry, mi alma. i was trying to plan something for us for later. " you replied, " why didn't you call me? "

" didn't want to be a burden. "

you turned your head towards him, unlooping your arms and cupping his face immediately, " don't ever think you're a burden, bruce. " his eyes widened slightly as he stared at you, he felt so guilty now for doubting if he could go to you. something he shouldn't have felt, but he couldn't help it.

" i'm sorry.. " he whispered softly causing you were frown deeply, his blue eyes misty and wet with tears .

" nonono, cheri, don't be sorry. " you immediately wrapped yourself around him again, kissing his lip multiple times. immediately wanting to protect the masked crusader in your arms with everything in you.

you knew bruce had trouble opening up, you also knew bruce wasn't the best with comfort at all so seeing him cry in your arms because he allowed himself to be so vulnerable with you was such a blessing.

you never stopped hugging him, just wanting to hold him forever until he didn't have a single tear left inside him. bruce stayed silent as he held onto you.

eventually he had fallen asleep, you however were still wide awake staring at the the ceiling of the hotel room. you had your own past, your own mental issues but you didn't put your violent past into being a hero like bruce did.

damn that man. he was sure to be the death of you, you loved him so much and you knew he loved you too. he damn near destroy half the city looking for you once, little did he know you flew back to your homeland to visit a sick relative.

you admired the man laying on your chest, your fingers sliding through his hair, twirling the strands between each finger as you kept staring off into space.

as you looked back up at the ceiling, you didn't realize bruce was awake now. his eyes staring at the mirror on the side of his bed as he watched you stare at the ceiling.

yep, he was going to marry you. hope your family likes white men—

[gaybananabread]

For the fruit shop store request, something between Kinger and Gangle, cause those two have stolen my heart and I think they’d be good friends. I was thinkin “strawberries”, “pear” and “mangoes”.

So, Gangles comedy mask breaks again, so she goes to Kinger for comfort, starts with a hug, he finds out she’s ticklish and lovingly uses that to his advantage, then she gets revenge, and it ends in a little comforting cuddle in the end. All platonic ofc. Does that sound doable? If not, I understand:)

Fruit(s): Strawberries, Pears, Mangoes

OKAy plot has been outlined! Gangle is the wet cat of this fandom and I love it. Kinger gives off crazy dad vibes as well; it’s always fun to flesh those out! I’m pretty sure I nailed everything you asked for Anon! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lees: Gangle, Kinger

Lers: Kinger, Gangle

Summary: Gangle's comedy mask is broken once again, upsetting her and leading her to seek comfort. Kinger helps her out, and while his silly method does work, he soon learns just how effective it is.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Gangle cradled the halves of her comedy mask, eyeing them wistfully. The tears on her mask quivered, small whimpers escaping the ribbon entity. Not again…

She had just convinced Caine to fix her comedy mask for her; a task that took many, many hours of begging. Less than a day later, though, the ringmaster had planned a wild adventure, leading to her mask getting broken once again. He had refused to fix it again so soon, leaving her without a “working” smile.

When she got really sad, Gangle only knew of one character who she could go to for both emotional and mask-related help. She tried not to cry as she lumbered towards the pillow fort, small sniffs and whines slipping past her defenses.

Kinger heard the girl coming before he saw her. As Gangle approached the fort, the “door” opened without a sound, a kindly chess piece greeting her. She showed him the broken mask with a whine, the line of her mouth quivering. He led her inside, replacing the front pillow and sitting her down. Kinger was mostly stable that day, his hands only shaking a little if he let his mind wander.

“What happened this time?” He reached under a purple pillow, pulling out some white tape. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. Kinger started to tape up the mask, listening to whatever his fellow circus member had to say.

“C-Caine’s NPC’s knocked my m-mask off…” Gangle brought her knees up to her chest, hugging them as best as she could. Her poor comedy mask was always getting cracked, chipped or outright smashed during Caine’s adventures. Why did she have to be so fragile?

Kinger finished taping her mask up, holding it up and checking his work. It was nowhere near as good as Caine’s reset-powers, but it would have to do. He handed it to her, rubbing the back of his head. “Uh, it’s not good, but it should work…”

She put the mask on, blinking a few times to test it out. Gangle was smiling, but it was so small… Definitely not what he wanted to see. “Hey, Gangle…do you want a hug?”

The ribbon girl nodded, her smile growing a little. Kinger wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and hugging her. It was nice at first, the hug helping cheer her up.

Kinger moved a bit in the hug, rubbing her back. She liked the touch, but the fuzzy white material of his robe was rubbing against her front ribbons, right where her stomach would be. Gangle tried to keep quiet, squirming and pressing her mouth shut.

It took the supposedly older man all but a few seconds to realize what was going on. He chuckled, getting a tighter grip on her and sitting back. Kinger moved one hand downwards, gently scratching the ribbons of her side.

“EEP! K-Kihinger!” She squealed, giggles filling the fort as Kinger scritched on her sides. While it was a bit silly, he’d learned that that method of cheering-up worked on most of the circus residents. Gangle seemed especially receptive to it.

While Gangle did love affections from Kinger, it still tickled. She squirmed and twisted in the hug, giggling and squeaking her mask off. If she wanted to, she could have just untwisted her ribbons and slipped out of the hug. There was no fun in that, though; besides, she kinda liked being held close, and laughing around her trusted friend felt nice.

“What? I’m just helping my friend cheer up! You need to smile more, Gangle; it looks good on you.” He hummed fondly, moving his wiggling fingers to the middle of her stomach ribbons. 

She squealed, kicking her legs and flailing as much as the tickly hug would allow. “KIHIHIhingeher! N-NYAAAHAhahaho!” Gangle might not have had a definite body like the other characters, but she was definitely still ticklish. It didn’t make much sense, but then again, what in the circus did? 

Kinger loved hearing his friends laugh. Life in the circus was crazy; there were some days where he could barely keep a grip on his sanity. Others, he was solid. Hearing his fellow circus members laugh meant that they weren’t on the brink of total insanity. It wasn’t much, but it was a comfort.

“Ihihit tihihickles! P-pleheHEHEASE!” Gangle’s pitchy laughter jumped all over the place, a red hue dusting the cheeks of her mask. Another thing that doesn’t seem possible; ceramic gaining a color that’s the result of raised blood pressure. But eh, who needs logic?

“You have a nice laugh, Gangle. Should let us hear it more often as well.” He sounded so calm and playful, ultimately making everything twice as bad. Another squeal rang through the fort, one of Gangle’s bright red arms patting Kinger’s hand. It was a sort of tap-out; she was at her limit.

Kinger backed off, switching to gentle rubs on her back ribbons as he tried to help her settle back down. Gangle giggled off the leftover tickles, still a bit giddy from the “help” her friend provided. “Ohoho gohosh… That was mehean!”

He chuckled, sitting her down on a pillow and shaking his head. “Is it really mean if you enjoyed it?” She grumbled, smirking as she poked his side in retaliation. Surprisingly enough, he yelped, jolting away from the touch with a small giggle. Oooh, revenge!

Gangle chuckled mischievously, a spark of confidence taking over. She wrapped her leg ribbons around his middle, digging into his sides. The chess piece snorted, his large eyes squeezing shut as he squirmed. While he probably could’ve tossed her off, he was kind of enjoying her “payback.” It was apparently just as fun to laugh as it was to hear it from his friends. 

“Gahahangle! *snrk* Whyhyhy are you tihickling mehe?” He wriggled around, but he didn’t actually put any effort into escaping. He was having as much fun as she was.

The ribbon girl laughed with him, enjoying herself. “Because you started it!” She squeezed where his hips would be, making the chess man squeal. “IHI WAHAHAS *snrk* CHEHEERING YOU UHUHUP!”

“So am I!” She moved one arm, using the end of her ribbon to brush along the neck-base of his piece. Small squeaks and squeals broke through his snorty laughter, making her smile. Gangle loved his laugh-y noises.

Kinger tried to scrunch up his shoulders, twisting more as she upped the ante. “B-BUHUT I AHAM *snrk* H-HAHAPPY! GAHANGLE!” It was getting harder and harder to stay still…

“That’s because I’m making you happy!” She knew it was a bit mean, but she was having fun! Kinger rarely had good days like that; she had to take advantage of it! 

Kinger wanted to protest the sensibility of all that, but he was too busy laughing his proverbial ass off. Gangle was surprisingly good at tickling him. Being a little less resilient than Gangle, he quickly ran out of energy. 

One of his hands pat at her leg ribbon, showing that he was down for the count. Gangle unraveled her legs from around him, smiling and sitting back to watch her friend. While her comedy mask was far from perfect, she felt a lot better than she had when entering the fort.

Kinger rubbed his hip and neck area, calming the residual tickles and taking a few deep breaths; he was tired. With a small yawn, he grabbed the softer pillows in his fort, setting up two for him and Gangle. He didn’t even need to ask her if she wanted in. It had been a sort of pattern for them: someone got sad, they both cheered eachother up, and cuddled afterwards to recharge.

With a small giggle, she crawled over to him, careful not to hit any support pillows. When Kinger laid down, she cuddled up right beside him, wrapping her arms around his middle and getting cozy against the soft pillows of the fort.

Exhaustion hit them both like a ton of bricks; apparently, all that tickling had worn them out. Kinger pulled a blanket over them both, relishing in the peaceful moment as he drifted off to sleep. Gangle was close behind him, a smile still on her face. She loved his cheer-up sessions...

[ephemerasnape]

Come to Daddy (Audio)

You finally see reason and propose an alliance with Victor Rookwood... but what's your real motivation?

🎩 Rookwood x Female!Listener

This is one of my "nicest" Rookwood audios... Five minutes of Daddy Rookwood talking dirty to you. 😍 Imagine him circling you, whispering in your ear.. No sound effects, just him talking..

EXPLICIT AUDIO 18+

Seduction / Daddy Kink / Praise Kink / Smut / Age Difference / Dirty Talk / Domination / No use of Y/N or MC but you are MC

Transcript beneath the cut!

Rookwood: I knew you’d come to me. Couldn’t stay away, could you? Finally, realized that our interests are aligned. Perhaps you want a cure for your little friend, too. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but there isn’t one, darling.

I could lie to you, string you along, make demands of you but I won’t. Not because I’m a nice bloke. No, I’m certainly not. But because I’m going to get what I want anyway. 

There you have it. The gods’ honest truth.

Look at you now. All grown up, darling. A young woman. You’ve grown into a real beauty, haven’t you? Come now, no need to be shy. Let Daddy have a look at you. Such a pretty little thing… 

By the way you’re looking at me, I think I can guess why you’ve come here tonight, and I’ll be more than happy to accommodate you, darling.

I notice you’re shivering. Are you afraid of me? I was never going to hurt you, darling. And I certainly wouldn’t have let that little goblin bastard lay a finger on you. Do you really think me so incompetent?

But let us put all that behind us. You didn’t come here just to talk. You came here to give yourself to me. In more ways than one…

Tell me I’m wrong. 

Well, I’ll be happy to oblige. Do you mind if I get close to you? Perhaps you even would let me… Touch you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Or perhaps, you wish I would do more. 

You wanna be a good little girl for me? I bet you’re dying to sink onto your knees for me, right now. You need it, don’t you? You need me on top of you, inside of you.

Tell me how you want it, little one. Do you want me to take you back to my private chambers and have my way with you? Or do you wanna be taken right here and now? Against this very wall?

I rather like keeping you on edge, darling. Soon I’ll have you begging and pleading with me to take you. 

Watching you shiver and shake is delicious. I can tell how turned on you are, how badly you desire more. But you’re not the only one who is enjoying this. No, my cock is rock hard for you, darling. You can only imagine how badly I want to drive it into you, over and over again, make you moan and cry out for me.

Think that’s hot, don’t you, little one? Imagine yourself under me, my strong arms pinning you down as I take my fill of you, use you for my pleasure, your tight little cunt being stretched by Daddy’s big, thick cock. 

My cock is aching just thinking about it. 

Yes, I think you rather want to be used and dominated by me. You’re such a transparent little harlot. I bet you’re so wet for me, right now.

I can’t wait to get a taste of that pretty little cunt. Make you writhe and moan, shudder around my fingers.

And when I press inside for the first time, darling, ohh, it’s going to feel so good. My cock stretching that tight little pussy, pounding into you, punishing you. I’m going to smash that little cunt of yours straight to pieces.

Oh yes, sweetheart. You’re going to love it. Big strong man on top of you – your archnemesis, no less – taking his pleasure from you, and giving you pleasure as well, little one. 

I know you’re going to be such a good girl for me, pleasing Daddy however he wants. Loving it when I fuck you, when I come inside of you. Being thoroughly debauched and yet… begging for more.

We’re gonna bend you over, hike up those skirts. I’m going to take you like the shameless little whore you are, leave you dripping with my seed. Being fucked by Victor Rookwood will change you, little girl.

Now, if you’re ready… Come to Daddy!

[classicalconditioning]

🧡🤍🩷

🧡 - what got you into dykebreaking:

i blame omegle for grooming me, unrestricted internet access that exposed me to hardcore stuff way too young, and the subsequent humiliation kink i developed. i first found dykebreaking stuff a year or so ago when i started to browse tumblr for stuff to rub to. color me only slightly surprised that i was into it when i stumbled upon it on a hardcore blog. its this enticing ultimate humiliation and complete surrender to ego death. i tried to stay away from it bc it was causing me to feel bad about myself, but nothing besides my gf pissing on me really gets me as wet as fast as just a few dykebreaking posts.

🤍 - what’s your fave dykebreaking post/story

anything by fixedorientation typically makes me squirm. i love any stories that emphasize that the dyke is still a dyke throughout it all.

🩷 - what’s your fave dykebreaking fantasy

i love to fantasize about being used in a free use way. maybe im at a party, dressed in my usual slutty fits, and a guy is hitting on me and im unimpressed and tell him im a dyke. he grabs me by the hair and shoves me down on my knees, im yelling at him, trying to hit him, but his friend helps him hold me down. i look up, begging for help from anyone and i make eye contact with another woman. shes sitting down on a couch nearby- lifting up her skirt and i get a glimpse of her mouthwatering pussy snuggled under lace. she winks and slides her hands into her panties, rubbing her clit. its then i realize everyone is watching, laughing, jeering as they get turned on watching me struggle.

the man who started the whole thing tears off his belt. he hands it off to his friend who uses it to bind my arms together. im trying desperately to squirm away and his friend shoves my head towards him as he pulls out his cock, hitting me in the face with it, rubbing his balls and pubes all over my face. he threatens to fuck my ass if i bite. i shut my mouth but he slaps me across the face. my whole body rocks with the impact and my mouth falls open. he hurriedly shoves his cock into my mouth- immediately fucking my throat as i choke and gag, tears run down my face and ruin my makeup. i can only gasp for air when he lets me. i hear the casual chatter of our audience and the wet slide of hands on cocks nearby. i hear a loud deep groan and i feel something wet add to the slime thats smeared all over my face. a man just came on me for the first time in my life.

im in shock when i hear the voice of my tormentor mocking me "youre about to take your first load of cum, dyke." he coos at me. "dont worry theres plenty of people who will take my place after." he starts fucking my throat ferociously after that. i can feel myself on the verge of blacking out, barely registering the feeling of hands on my skimpy dress and the sting of a knife on my chest as they cut off my bra. im choking on cum, desperately trying to swallow when my thong gets torn off me. the man unceremoniously lets me fall face first into a puddle of cum, spit, and tears. im there gasping for breath barely able to believe anything that happening is real when a finger probes my pussy. i hear a gasp behind me and suddenly two fingers are being shoved into my pussy. the mans long fingers reaching deep and hitting my g-spot. oh no- i think as i feel no pain or harsh friction. he pulls his fingers out and waves them around the room and hollers "this dykes pussy is soaking wet from being face fucked!" people laugh and im flooded with shame that fuels my arousal.

the woman from earlier approaches me and picks my head up. "youre disgusting you filthy dyke whore!" she says sharply and spits in my face. im crying and begging them to let me go and insisting that i am a dyke. "no, youre fucking not you stupid slut!" the man behind me roars and suddenly i cant breathe for a different reason. the mans cock slides deep into me. its hot and unlike anything else ive had in my cunt. "we'll see if youre still calling yourself a dyke after i take your gold star, cunt" the man grunts starting a harsh, fast pace. the cock inside me feels so good that i cant keep my moans from slipping out. "see! youre starting to like it already! dont worry- after me there are plenty of others wanting a turn with you."

even after everything else that happens that night, when i stumble home im still a dyke. just one that was forced to experience the ultimate humiliation of cumming again and again on mens cocks. from then on, whenever i rub my cunt i end up finding myself remembering that night.

[darklordofthesimp]

Okok i know for the most part we are all rahhh konig we will guilt trip you for the rest of your life and completely understandably so

But to my understanding he seems like a sensitive being, at the very least much more than his average male teammates/counterparts. I can only imagine how bad he feels, what if there’s a moment where after weeks of training and being at odds with Birdy because of her logical hostility, he just sit down and just cries it out. Like takes off his hood and sobs into it and clenches it with all of his frustration and anger and remorse. Maybe even hits his own head with his fist once or twice as if to tell himself that that doesn’t even begin to scale what Birdy had to go through/how she felt. It’s still important to note that he only acted upon the initial order and that he didn’t do it as if he was out to get her. The concept of him beating himself to hell for it still gets me.

Staring down at his hands with horror, maybe still seeing red painting every inch and cuticle as if it had just happened all over again. And what if Birdy walked past his room and heard him crying :(( I would like to see if people would think she’d react like “wtf are you crying about get up bruh” or would actually take a moment to realize that he does genuinely feel bad and is at a crossroads, simply not knowing what more to do. Sorry this was so long 😭😭many thots about this story but I love your work so much!!!! Been a fan forever love our big masked men hehe keep up the great work :))

(If you're looking for acid trip 141 and Ghost hiding in the walls it's the ask below this one ❤)

100% Anon.

Imagine, though, feeling like you don't DESERVE to cry. You don't deserve to be upset, you don't deserve to break down about it, you don't deserve to hate yourself on this level because you weren't the one who got hurt. König is fucking suffering.

He's never committed friendly fire but he wished to whoever was listening that it had just been a bullet wound. He wishes he'd just shot you from across the rooftop, wounding you rather than mutilating you.

But he'd been so full of fire, full of rage. He'd thought that you were lining up his team in your crosshairs.

He hadn't realised how small you were, he hadnt seen the 141 patches. He'd only seen an enemy target as he was told.

Every night he had nightmares. He'd be training you in the gym, gripping your wrists to demonstrate how to break a hold, when it would shift. The vision would shimmer as though changing and in the next moment his hands are wrapped around your neck as you lay bloody and battered beneath his body.

He woke up screaming every night.

Just before you would wake up.

It's how he would always be awake for your night terrors, he'd been kept up by his own.

After a particular rough session, resulting in you sobbing against him and begging him to leave you alone, König lumbers back to his room. Your nose had begun to bleed spontaneously, although he hadn't laid a hand on your face. When he'd gone to swipe it before it had landed on your mouth, the second you caught sight of it on his fingers it was all over.

Your tears, the fear in your gaze, your shaky hands, he fucking hated it. He hated himself but he didn't deserve to be upset and he didn't deserve to be emotionally fucked.

So when he curled onto himself on the rooftop, knees tight against his chest and his cheeks wet, he wept with the knowledge that he was undeserving.

He hadn't known you were watching him from the doorway. He was too emotional. And for a moment there, a dark hideous thought curled against your mind, telling you that you could have your revenge right there.

He wouldn't blame you for it. Nobody would.

But something about watching this man cry over your blood on his finger thawed something enough in your heart to spare him.

He would live today.

Just today.