#in multiple scenarios

[murdrdocs]

Miguel/reader/peter b. Parker.. soft dom peter and rough dom miguel… peter and Miguel bickering and miguel being the one to degrade u while peter sweet talks u and gets you through it then reader is showered in love at the end.. JUST A THOUGHT

hmmmmm

having your back against peter's chest, your head resting on his shoulder, one of your hands intertwined with his and the other digging into miguel's hair as he mercilessly sucks up every drop that your cunt creates. he'd been down there for what felt like hours at this point, and maybe it was. there was no clock around, and the curtains were drawn, and time seemed nonexistent.

nothing existed besides the torturous nature of miguel, and the comforting nature of peter.

"don't know how much more i can take, peter," you would say after many tries, stuttering and sputtering and stumbling over your words time after time again until you got them out. your hips push up towards miguels mouth, a direct contrast to your tapping out words, and peter's free hand is instantly rubbing circles at your hip.

"you're okay, baby, you can do it." he kisses your cheek, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, breath warming your skin comfortably instead of heating it even more. "you want us to fuck you, right? that's what you wanted?"

his voice is soft, tone sweet to the point where it's almost making you sick, but you don't miss the teasing nature in his words. you don't miss how condescending they are. how he's patronizing you. when he's supposed to be the nice one.

and miguel calls him out, coming up for air but his thick fingers already replacing his mouth. "play nice, peter. i'm supposed to be the mean one." a pause. “but i think she likes when you’re a little mean. little cunt flutters. she’s dirtier than we thought, huh? nothing but a dirty little slut willing to spread her legs for us at any moment.” his smile is wicked, he kisses your inner thigh, and his words are harsh but they don’t sting. they do the opposite, making your back arch, your cunt leaking even more.

peter tuts behind you, kissing your shoulder. “she’s a good girl, right?” he asks you, and you nod, fingers flexing in peters hand and miguel’s locks. “she’s nothing but a good girl who’ll do anything we ask of her.”

you look down at miguel and he looks like he agrees for a second, brown eyes softening, but then they narrow a bit and a chill runs up your spine as you remember just how cruel he can really be.

[mammonswhore]

Mammon: *with a walkie talkie following Belphie* The cow is out of the farm I repeat the cow is...

Belphie: *Taking the walkie talkie* THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?

MC: *on the other side of walkie talkie* I am scared of you so Mammon keeps me updated to know if I leave my room or not

Belphie: I am not going to hurt you

MC: bitch you said the same and killed me I ain't risking it again

[godnectar]

Yandere himbo? >:)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

cw: toxic behavior, bae's hot, oblivious and delusional asf, kinda manipulative, jealousy, violence, guilt tripping,,,, justifications + probably a big ass etc. ( inbox )

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who possesses a genuinely warm and friendly demeanor that, along with his looks, easily draws people to him. the pure, charming, and easygoing smile he usually wears making it extremely hard for others to suspect anything about his hidden, darker tendencies — reason why you didn't really made a big deal out of his sudden but innocent looking crush towards you and just felt flattered.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO whose loyalty absolutely knows no bounds once you two got together after countless of sweet, sincere compliments, some appealing winks, and a few wholesome dates. he's hopelessly devoted to you, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure his darling's happiness and safety twenty-four seven.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who's cheerful facade is fast to crumble the next second he perceives someone as a threat to your lovely, fairy tale looking relationship, no matter if it's because of one of your friends getting to touchy or just one of your relatives making a disapproving comment about your choice of a partner. even though, he's also quick to apologize whenever you get mad as the familiar, beefy arms that hold you at night get covered with scratches after he holds your acquaintances in a chokehold deep inside an alley hours prior. unsurprisingly, guilt overcomes you as soon as you glance at his pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, pained by your anger over his instinctive jealousy.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who as much as he lacks intelligence, probably also lacks comprehension for his actions' severity most of the time, leading him to justify some disturbing things such as his hostility, surveillance and obsessive keepsakes by saying it all comes from his undying love towards you, the light of his eyes.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who genuinely thinks there's nothing wrong with what he does. sure, he might not be the brightest bulb in the box, nor the man with the healthiest mental state you'll meet — the latter being pretty noticeable, especially when you catch on the fearful stares some people send among all the praising others unawarely give — but at least he's trying his best at showing you that his... heart throbs only for his sweetling, right?

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who desires with all his heart for you to be as head over heels for him as he is for you, never giving up on trying to make you let down all of your guards to share his innermost yearns, fantasizing about an intense, exclusive and unique connection between you two where both seek to become the other's one and only.

"tell me how much you love me, my dear. need to hear you saying there's absolutely no one in your heart but me."

© godnectar 2023. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[loveinhawkins]

It’s a long summer’s day—August 1985, to be precise—and all Eddie Munson wants to do is leave a broken down fridge in the junkyard.

“I don’t know if you can dump those here, actually,” comes a voice from somewhere above.

Eddie looks up and seriously contemplates the possibility that he’s contracted heatstroke while straining to remove the fridge from the back of his van.

Because surely that’s not Steve Harrington sitting up on the roof of an old school bus like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do.

“And what are you, Harrington? The junkyard inspector?”

Eddie pushes the fridge with the sole of his shoe until it topples over with a satisfying clunk into the dry grass.

Steve cups his hands around his mouth, cheering like a sports commentator. “What a shot!”

Okay. Maybe Eddie’s not the one suffering from heatstroke after all.

Or maybe this is just what happens to some people after graduation: you lose the social hierarchy of high school, and then before you know it, you’re surveying the Hawkins junkyard like it’s gym class.

Poor guy.

Eddie should really just leave him be. But… well. He’s intrigued.

“And where’s the stuff you were dumping, Harrington?” He puts on a mock grave expression, folds his hands as if in prayer. “Your car die on you?”

“Uh, no. Just.” Steve shrugs. “Just hanging out.”

“Mm-hmm, yeah, you sure picked a nice place for it. Wait, this isn’t one of your tryst locations, is it?”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “Ew, no. Tryst? Can’t you just say make-out spots like a normal person?”

“Nope. Honestly, where’s the fun in that, Harrington?”

Eddie gets a bit closer to the bus, squinting against the sun. There’s a brief moment of shadow thanks to a passing cloud, and he can suddenly see evidence of what must’ve been a huge bruise healing across Steve’s face.

Steve heaves a great sigh; Eddie gets the impression that if he wasn’t here, Steve would’ve flopped backwards, using the roof like a sun-lounger.

“Hey, uh. Are you…?”

Steve makes a face. “Just ignore me. It’s the heat, man. I get… antsy.”

Eddie does not point out the fact that Steve definitely has a massive, air-conditioned house in which to escape from the sun.

“Uh-huh,” he says slowly and hopes it sounds enough like, “Meaning…?” without being too obnoxious about it.

Steve looks down at him, and for a moment it’s almost like he’s sizing him up—not in, like, a gym-class-intimidation kind of way, more…

Eddie’s not sure.

But a flicker of something definitely crosses Steve’s face—something almost vulnerable, maybe—and then it’s gone.

He mimes aiming an imaginary gun at Eddie, one eye closed, and drawls in a ridiculously bad Russian accent, “I would tell you, but I’d have to kill you.”

Eddie’s surprised into laughter. Where was this personality at school? In hiding?

“Fine. Keep your secrets, Steve Harrington.” He raps on the body of the bus, as if they’ve just met in a parking lot instead. Something normal. “Enjoy your, uh… lookout spot.”

Steve smiles, raises a hand. “See you, Munson. Hey, what was the shit you used to say?” And it must be a trick of the light, the sun in Eddie’s eyes, because for a moment it looks like Steve actually winks at him. “Here be dragons.”

[whump-world]

noncon/nsfw whump prompts

whumper is obsessed with whumpee

a. "look at me, my love. look. at. me."

b. whumper fucking whumpee as punishment for 'asking for it' from someone else.

c. micro-managing clothes on whumpee. either whumpee looks exactly how whumper wants them to look like, or they wear nothing at all.

d. body worship. except whumpee is asleep. (taking pictures is also preferred).

spiteful whumper who wants to get back at caretaker

a. fucking whumpee in front of caretaker ofc. but my favorite is letting other (hopefully several) whumpers touch whumpee in front of caretaker.

b. for every mistake caretaker makes, whumpee spends one more night in whumper's bed. also manipulating whumpee enough to start hating caretaker.

c. caretaker loses a bet and whumper asks for whumpee, knowing caretaker loves whumpee. even more brutal if whumpee gets angry at caretaker.

d. record whumpee and make caretaker listen to it. exquisite if whumpee is actually screaming in pain.

whumpee conditioned to want whumper

a. begging for it just so they can have a proper meal and shower afterwards.

b. begging for it from a horrified caretaker oof.

c. whumpee becoming scared when whumper starts going rough for the first time.

d. whumpee getting jealous when whumper dotes on a different whumpee right in front of them.

whumper who loves nsfw punishment

a. counting. very common for a reason. counting how long they can wait, counting how many spanks, rounds. you name it.

b. making whumpee hypersensitive with no touch and sound and vision for weeks, only to break them down with sex.

c. playing mind games with whumpee!! each wrong answer makes whumpee's situation progressively worse!

d. sticking something inside whumpee and then punishing them when whumpee inevitably slips in public.

[yandere-collections]

Concept: A Yandere!Small Town

Imagine a town of <1000, all of whom are yandere for you

Whether you yourself grew up in this town or moved here later in life, the whole town becomes obsessed with you. You can never leave, no matter what

They do their best to keep you happy and treat you warmly. You’re constantly being invited over for dinner by your neighbors and people often come over to help around the house

(One consequence of this is that the value of real estate near where you live skyrocketed-the mayor recently approved some new construction around your residence in a sly plan to boost the economy)

Every store owner competes to have you shop there, giving you discounts. The workers all flirt with you, giving you free goodies in exchange for your number

Maybe this town has a very small library with a cute little librarian who archives every little bit of information about you. They buy and trade info with others in the town, hiring a small group to follow you around

This town definitely has a little family diner. The older couple who owns it consider you part of the family while their kids try their hardest to put a ring on your finger. Be careful not to eat there too much as your food may end up drugged

There’s also a post office filled with workers who will sabotage the letters others send to you. They can sometimes be bribed but the truly dedicated usually end up hand delivering their letters and presents

The mayor will occasionally call town meetings in the community center without your knowledge. Here the citizens come to agreements about who gets to spend time with you (even while spending half the meeting just taking turns gushing about you)

There’s a tense balancing act of friendships, alliances, and rivals between everyone. If it turns into a free for all fight, over half the town would be slaughtered overnight

This is also the reason the townsfolk are wary of strangers rolling into town. The balance is already hard enough to maintain so they will do their best to keep you two from meeting. Occasionally, one will slip through. This intruder also goes yandere for you. They had only planned to stay a week at most but couldn’t bear to leave you.

Let me know if you like this idea. I may flesh this out if people are interested. If you have ideas for scenarios or more details on the citizens, send me an ask. Help me populate the town!

[whump-mania]

GIVE ME MORE WHUMPER COUPLES

I don’t see them nearly enough like it’s such a good trope

Both take turns tormenting Whumpee and they compliment each other on how well they did and use pet names and shit and it’s this huge whiplash from how they were just beating someone up

Luv it

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Alcohol, addiction, recovery, relapse, experimental whump, lab rat whumpee (kind of), non-con drugging (kind of), mentioned withdrawals, mentioned multiple whumpers.

"Have you been drinking?" Caretaker asked as they sat down their bag beside the living room couch. Much to their disappointment, Whumpee's slurred speech was enough of an answer without even having to listen to what they were saying. "Whumpee..."

"I've heard it all b'fore," they mumbled. "I don't care anym're."

Caretaker crouched down in front of them, resting a hand on their knee in an attempt to gain their attention. "Hey, we're gonna get through this, okay? It's just a little setback. That's to be expected."

"Shouldn't have t'get through it." Whumpee's voice broke as they said it. "Was doin' well. Had a job, 'n' friends 'n' family. Then- then they had to ruin it."

They knew it was wrong to ask. Whumpee had been so secretive about what they'd gone through, it was hard to pinpoint why they'd developed a lot of the behavioral habits that they had now. They clearly didn't want anyone to know, and yet Caretaker couldn't help it.

"How did they ruin it?" they asked gently. "What did they do to you?"

There was a small pause as Whumpee seemed to have an inner fight with themself over what to say. For a moment, Caretaker thought that they might refuse to answer, like they'd done so many times before. However, the words eventually started to tumble out one by one before they could stop.

"They gave me this f-fucking addiction." They held the half-empty beer bottle close to their chest, staring down at the floor beneath them. "Kept usin' me as their little lab rat. Feeding me different alchohols t'see how I reacted to it. There were three of 'em... They only wanted me gone when my withdrawals b'came too much t'handle."

Caretaker remained silent, gently stroking Whumpee's knee with their thumb as they waited for them to continue. The weight in their chest was getting heavier, the moisture in their eyes getting more noticeable. They hated the vivid images that played in their mind. It was hard to tell whether they regretted asking or not.

After a few long moments of obvious consideration, Whumpee sniffled and shakily placed the bottle down on the side table closest to them. "I can't sleep without it. I can't feel anything without it. It's- it's not that I w'nna be dependent on it, b't..."

"You don't have to keep talking about it," Caretaker whispered. "Thank you. Thank you for telling me, and I'm so, so sorry that you had to be there for so long before someone found you."

Whumpee rested their head back against the couch, shutting their eyes for a moment as a few tears fell down their cheeks. "I w'nna try again tomorrow. To- to stop, I mean."

"We can do that." Caretaker took a deep breath, as though trying to rid themself of the weight of the conversation. "I don't think you're going to remember a lot of this tomorrow, though."

They gave a sluggish head shake. "Y'can tell me all about it when I wake up."

Caretaker nodded. "I will."

[intynidad]

Cult leader reader tho😳😳😳

YAN!CULT X CULT LEADER!READER X YAN!DEITY

Tw: cult stuff, yandere stuff, tell me if i miss anything

The dancing flame of the central bonfire casted an abnormal red glow, its flickering light captivating the crowd gathered around the wooden stage. Conversations and whispers filled the air, their voices blending into a soft murmur, until an abrupt hush fell over the scene as the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears.

All eyes turned in unison, drawn to the figure that emerged from the shadows. It was you, stepping into the spotlight, and a wave of anticipation rippled through the onlookers. The atmosphere crackled with curiosity and intrigue as they eagerly awaited your next move.

Your presence commanded attention, exuding an aura of mystery and allure. Whispers of intrigue swept through the gathering.

You raised your hands, a commanding gesture that effortlessly silenced the murmurs of the crowd. The air grew still as all eyes remained fixed on you, awaiting your next move with bated breath. It was as if a wave of anticipation washed over the gathering, each person hanging onto your every word and gesture.

“Thank you all for joining me at this conference in the name of our almighty leader. I promise you that they are the shepherd that will guide you pathless lamb into pure glory.we can join now as one, in soul and body”

You looked around as the people looked at each other and started to whisper once again

You took out your hood letting your face enjoy the cold of the autumn breeze

After weeks of tireless efforts, tirelessly roaming the town and spreading the word about your deity, you were both surprised and elated when, seemingly out of nowhere, a significant number of new followers appeared overnight.

It was as if the very essence of devotion had taken hold and multiplied exponentially. Word had spread like wildfire, reaching the ears and hearts of individuals who were yearning for something greater, something to believe in. They flocked to your cause, drawn by an invisible force that resonated with their deepest desires.

Strangely enough, as you observed the newfound followers who had gathered, you couldn't help but notice that their attention seemed more focused on you than on your deity.

Their eyes followed your every move, their gazes filled with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

You broke character for a second.

“I'm very glad that my deity finally has some more followers. Most people look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them about them and his whispers. Just out curiosity what made you all come to this gathering today?”

Out of the crowd a few hands raised

“I wanted to come here to see if that way i had more chances on ask you on a date!”

Wait-what?

“Me too, let me tell you you look even cuter in person!”

A roar of agreement started around the crowd.

“I though i was the only one!”

“I heard that for joining you had to kiss the leader and give them your blood and honestly i'm down for both”

“They can sacrifice me anytime,lol”

You rarely ventured into town, consumed by your mission to gather followers for your cult. When you did visit, people described you as a ghostly presence, one that seemed to enchant and intrigue rather than repel.

Your aura and mysterious nature fascinated the townsfolk, drawing them in with a sense of captivation.

Tales of your interactions spread, emphasizing the profound connections and understanding felt in your presence

You stand there, stunned

You managed to do what your deity asked you but all of these people were joining the cult for YOU not for the promise of salvation that your deity offered…well you did what they asked you to do,so as long as they do his biding i guess there is no problem?

[jordanstrophe]

Two caretakers: One cares for whumpee’s mental well-being, and the other their physical well-being.  

The physical caretaker isn’t the greatest comforter. In fact they tend to awaken the other caretaker in the dead of night pleading “Help whumpee is crying and I don’t know what to do.” While the other shakes their head and zip off to find them.

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Kia, I have a better one....cross also mourning with everyone and was trying to find access to enter the door sphere while niji was separating himself from everyone.

it's a bit complicated.

[a-whumped-tea]

Whumpers who kidnap a normal person with the intention of "fake torture interrogation".

The whumpers know for a fact that Whumpee isn't a part of any illegal activity, but they're going to treat them as if they were anyway. 

They torture Whumpee, asking them questions about a fake rival gang or other “important things” that Whumpee doesn’t know about.

They keep going, just to see how long it takes for Wumpee to start lying and giving bullshit answers to get a break from the pain. 

Once that goal is achieved, the whumpers start pretending like some of Whumpee's lies and bullshit mean something. 

For example, Whumpee gives an address for a warehouse and the whumpers act as if that is the actual location of a warehouse that this fake gang owns. 

But of course, some of the “information” the whumpers have to call bullshit, and Whumpee gets hurt more. Slowly sort of gaslighting the whumpee into questioning themself, because "clearly" they know things about this gang they've never heard of, but they don't know how they know these things.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello, hello! Could I request Tesla, Leonidas, and Hades getting a hidden blowjob from their s/o as they're trying to speak to someone?

His private office hours still had a few moments left on them. So they thought they would be safe. But, never under estimate the impatience and impertinence of young, eager grad students.

“Professor Tesla! May I please speak to you about my thesis report?”

“Good God man!” Tesla shouted as he slid into his desk with a loud bang. Hopefully just his chair hitting the edge, and not his partners head against the oak under the desk. “What is it now??”

“M..My thesis report…” The young man repeated. “You said you would look at it this afternoon and it’s 11:58 now.” Tesla ignored the urge to remind him that 11:58 would not ‘afternoon’ but that fact would seem lost on him.

He took the lad’s paper and began reading the first few lines. When suddenly he felt something warm on his still erect cock. Being a genius, he obviously knew what it was immediately, and cleared his throat as he adjusted his legs to close them and keep [Y/N] out. Unfortunately, he was also dating a genius, and they quickly moved past the weak barricade of his knees and began sucking him again.

“Yes, yes. This looks fine.” Tesla said in a rush as handed the papers back to his student.

“But Professor, you haven’t even read half of it.”

“Yes well what I have read looks fine.” His voice jumped when the head of his cock hit the back of their throat. The swallowing motion of the muscles constricting around it in a warm, wet vice. He suddenly had the urge to study anatomy to discover how they were able to do that.

"But Professor, how can I improve my thesis is you won’t give me notes! You promised me that you would give me feedback before I submit, and I don’t want to disappoint you. Professor Tesla, are you ok?"

Clearly the young man was starting to realize the beads of sweat by his neck from Tesla having to keep his moans and impulses down. Or perhaps he could hear the wet smacking of [Y/N]’s lips as the ran up & down his erection, because it was all he could hear even as he was talking. Or perhaps he could tell that he was seconds away from cumming right in front of one of his students.

In any case, he just snapped.

“GOOD GOD MAN! Show some initiative! I never sought out the gratification from my peers, and look at me now! If you think your thesis needs work than do it! Do not flagellate yourself at the alter of your betters to improve your station, DO THE WORK!”

The young man seemed both terrified and mortified by his shouting, and quickly grabbed his papers and rushed out the door. Tesla’s head hung a little and he little out a quiet, “I’m sorry” towards the open door.

He was quickly brought back, however, when his cock was again gulped all the way back down [Y/N]’s throat, and he moaned softly as he reached under the desk to hold their head their. Moving his hips forward only twice before he came down their throat.

“That was very cruel of you.” Tesla scold once he had wheeled his chair out. Glaring sternly at their pristine picture, despite having done something so lewd & inappropriate, as they dotted the corner of their mouth with a handkerchief delicately. His cock eagerly twitched at the image.

“I’m not the one that yelled at the young man.”

Tesla turned his head away at [Y/N]’s perfect retort and sat their ashamed for a moment before he adjusted his pants. “I’ll review his paper later.” He muttered. “But I’m not the one who suggested this little dalliance.”

“You certainly didn’t stop it either.” Damn their perfect retorts. “You should also maybe think of apologizing.”

“I…will.” Tesla thought that apologies were for the common man. But since he was being very common when he lost his temper (an animal really, driven by baser instincts) he supposed he should apologize just this once.

“I’ll see you later. In my office? For my turn?” [Y/N] teased gleefully before giving Tesla a peck on the cheek.

To which he went read face and shouted, “certainly not!” after them. Despite his cock twitching even more in his pants.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol

[barack-fa]

Something I'm currently working on!!

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee hadn’t been the first, and they wouldn’t be the last- the whumpee had even grown fond of the whumper’s other captives. When they escaped though, the whumpee was forced to leave everyone behind, and while they’re safe, they can’t help but feel guilty about all the people they’ve left behind.