#ray x male reader

[charliesgoodboy]

hey idk if you reqests are open but i saw that you might of wanted to write for the mid 90's if you are could you do it when were kinda in stevies place you kinda innocent but not really ykyk

thanks hope you have a great day/night

1996. MID 90'S💿

it's useless.

i tried,

but to no avail.

to tell you.

how much i know,

how much i care.

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TW: male leaning reader(fem welcome), abuse mentions(since reader is somewhat in the position of stevie), reader is a little older than original stevie(about 15-16 instead of thirteen) but can be imagined to simply look up to fuckshit and ray, reader is hinted to have feelings for fuckshit and/or ray but of course it's the mid 90's, ruben's an asshole, 4th grade is a sweetheart bro, yes there is an edit link on 'mid 90's', last few sentences are just fuckshit and ray

ray who would notice you first walking into the store, your mood was sour and the left side of your chest burned and ached due to the harsh feeling of being thrown against the hard turquoise green wall, to only be thrown back onto the floor with countless punches being throw on you. he's see you but only talk to you really the moment you'd come back after filling up the water jug which originally looked to be used for milk. "what's a kid like you doin' out here." "i'm no older than you." "for real? shit, you look twelve." you'd take that as a compliment in a way, laughing it off along with him as he chugged the gallon a bit of the water rolling down his chin. you liked him, he was comforting to be around.

fuckshit who would laugh at the first words he even heard you utter. the joke was dumb, but it worked out for him put another smile on his face his usual words, "fuck shit, that was dope. this nigga kinda funny i liked that." the sound of your newly made nickname would slur out dramatically as he spoke to you, made you feel special like you were really apart of the group already. the sun would shine warmly onto your skin as fuckshit would only keep up with you in the back, nodding his head as you were slowly getting the hang of your board. "there you go! just like that, push your body weight a little more."

4th grade who would get a moment with you in the shop a lone as he tampered with a few settings on his camera letting you watch. a few small questions turned into a full conversation mostly half of the reasons why you'd even become friends with them in the first place. "ya'll looked cool, i wanted to fit in and be like the rest of you." "but what if we weren't. you know, 'cool.'" "i'd still want friends regardless fourth grade." he truly felt you on that one. feeling left out and alone and seeing a group of kids or a kid that gives you an ache, 'i have to get them to notice me.' those few thoughts running through your mind. just wanting to feel like someone for the one time.

ruben who would grow to dislike you. giving small 'fuck you's' that would sound like jokes at first but each time you spoke to him the conversations would get smaller and less interesting. he didn't like the way ray would come and sit next to you on the floor and his arm would stay on your shoulders being humorous with the others. that stupid look in your eyes as you watched him speak, the smile you had slowly fading as you slowly really started to admire him and take in all his details and habits, he could simply tell and that shit would piss him off enough to leave. but not home. "uh— ruben? where you goin'?" "fuck off ray." it only felt as if they'd talk when he was getting ready to leave.

ray who would really talk to you as you'd go over to some party. he would cheer you on as some girl would drag you to a room but some feeling would bubble up giving his face a frown the moment he realized it. he didn't like you were going in there with her, it felt weird as if you was 'growing up too fast' though he only just met you but that wasn't even the only feeling. he'd root for you the second time meeting you back outside. you were fucked up and high on some shit but that smile on your face didn't go unnoticed the hat you wore falling off your head mid-step. he wasn't all for partying, and meth, and smoking, and drinking all of that shit but you? you needed to get home you looked on your last breath.

fuckshit who would drive you home just to get a frantic knock on his own few hours after, your body crashing into his almost like a hug but your breathing was quick sounding like you really ran your ass over here. "woah, shit what you doin' over here? it's late as shit you should be home." "please, i don't wanna go home.." the sobs you let out made him give in but he'd keep you at his doorstep for a while, the both of his arms coming the wrap around you only one of them atop your head which would be giving his best to give you more comfort. he could barely look at the bruises on your arms which he was sure you had more, your brother chased you around the damn house. he bit the skin off his lip seeing the lines on your neck not mentioning much, he knew what you tried to do. "come on, let's get to bed man."

[gregthesnail185]

“Blood Bags & Kisses”

Ray x male reader-tpn

Reader is a vampire and ray “finds” reader with his dose

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“Y/n!”…..Y/n!…..” ray calls out in the library seeing Don, Guilda, and Phill.

“Have you guys seen Y/n?”

Multiple “no’s” came from them

“Okay, thanks anyway.” Ray says knocking on Mommas door.

“Who is it?” Momma calls out

“Ray!” He calls out as he hears the door unlock

“What do you need my child?”

“Have you seen Y/n anywhere?” Ray asked

“Yes, I sent him with his meal to the front yard.” Momma says as she points where the front yard is.

“Thank you Momma!” Ray yells as he runs where momma pointed.

“Those two.” Momma says as she shakes her head.

“Y/n!” Ray yells

“Over here!” You yell waving at him.

“You feeling okay?” He asked you

“Better now.” You say showing your boyfriend the now empty blood bag.

“That’s good to hear.” Ray said as he took it from you.

“But one question…why’d you come looking for me?” You ask tilting your head.

“I was going to bed, but I wanted you next to me.” Ray said putting an arm around you.

“That’s so sweet!” You say sitting in his lap.

“I-I try!” Ray says getting flustered

“I know.” You say kissing him

“Hmm!” Ray “says” kissing back

You both pull back for air but keep your arms around his neck.

“I love you.” You both say at the same time.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“Fuck yeah!!” You yell.

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And done!!!!

Forgot to add I will write

Fluff

Smut(possibly)

Angst

And that’s it!

Have a great day!!

[ittorama]

__ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐙 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐙??!?

𝐅𝐓._ 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐢𝗼𝐤𝐚, 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝗼𝐣𝐮𝐫𝗼, 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚!

#_ top! 𝗺𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝗺𝗼𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮, 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 & 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝗼𝐭𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐬 𝐛𝐜 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝗼 😋, 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐝 𝐯𝗼𝗺𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝗺𝐚𝗼, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍_ FIRST FIC AND THE YEAR N ON THE FIRST DAY IF BLACK HISTORY MONTH 💪🏾 I BETTER BE SEEING PRAISES OF GRATEFULNESS IN MY INBOX WHEN I WAKE UP LATER 😡 teehee this has been in my drafts for over a year el oh el...

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢_𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 !

#_ 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐣𝗼𝐛, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝗼𝐛, 𝐜𝗼𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 <3, 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝗼𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝗼𝐜𝐤! 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 & 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 !

You would think that there would be a line, maybe a boundary that Uzui wouldn’t cross, even though he teases you relentlessly like a child. You’d figure that this time around, when he spots you in the very back of the library, completing an essay that’s not due for weeks, he’d do what he always does— childish antics like closing your computer shut or maybe stealing a couple of the books you need for research. Teasing you about being a virgin? Is understandable; he’s done it before. But offering his body to “help” you get rid of it now is new and dangerous.

“What’re you thinking about?” Uzui’s cheeky tone comes from slightly under the table— where’s he not hidden at all, a hand caressing your inner thigh and a soft whine tears from your lips. You don’t wanna look at all but you can’t help it, it’s humiliating as it is equally hot how Uzui looked under you, your cock in his hot hands and mouth just inches away. “You don’t get to think about anything else but me right now, got it?”

You can only mumble out a weak apology when Uzui’s pretty pink tongue pokes out of his lips, and swirls around the head of your cock. Muffling a cry with a mouthful of your sweater, hands clutching the seat of your chair as your hips shake and buck erratically at the pleasure; ‘n Uzui doesn’t try to stop your eagerness, lips wrapping around your leaking head and keens while he jerks the rest of your aching cock off.

“C-coming, ‘m coming! Pleasepleaseplease—” it should be embarrassing how quick you are to release, but Uzui’s mouth feels so good; not even fully sucking you off but his mouth feels so hot ‘n wet that you can’t help chasing for more pleasure. Your vision fades and your body spasms from the hard orgasm that hits you, coming into Uzui’s eager awaiting mouth with a high moan that you can only pray doesn’t echo throughout the library.

Uzui let’s go if you spent dick with a wet pop and presses one, two, three kisses against the girth of your cock, peering up at you through thick lidded lashes as he studies your fucked expression.

“Such a pretty dick wasted on someone like you,” he snides in that same tone you know all too well, “But it’s okay, ‘m make teach ya how to use it to fuck someone good, you got it?”

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮_𝐤𝐲𝗼𝐣𝐮𝐫𝗼 !

#_𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝗺., 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐤) !

Rengoku strives to please you; you’re so sweet to him, and he lives off the attention and the praise that leaves your lips whenever he’s been good. He’ll follow your orders as best as he can, ‘cuz it’s not his fault that he sometimes gets too excited and overstimulated, ‘k? You just get him so worked up he can’t help it!

It’s not his fault he got excited in the mist of studying, it’s all yours, you, with your stupid pretty face and your hands that grip his inner thigh, where he’s so sensitive and he just can’t help but get hard! But you’re so good to him and you’ll give him exactly what he needs; you’ll let him indulge himself just this once, let him use your dick however he pleases.

“Does it feel good?” you ask with difficulty, throat burning as sharp gasps leave your mouth. Rengoku fucks himself on you hard, lifting his hips up ‘till just your tip in, then slamming his hips down. Both of your thighs slap together and you can’t help but wheeze out at every thrust, his muscular body weighing hard on top of your own.

“F-feels good— want more, please,” Rengoku babbles, hands grasping your shirt in an effort to steady himself. He can feel his knees and thighs burn, ‘n he feels tired but it feels so good as well, his cock still hard and leaking even after coming a few times.

“Greedy little thing,” you hum, after Rengoku pulls you into a messy kiss. “Greedy boy wants to be stuffed full of come, huh? Is that what you want?”

You breath stutters as you feel so close to coming, hands gripping Rengoku’s waist and fucking up into his tight cunt as best as you can. Rengoku’s legs give out at that force, and he can’t do anything but moan and drool as you continue to thrust erratically.

“W-wan’it,” he whines, pressing his lips against your neck to mark; and the slight pain only adds to the pleasure for you. “You’re close, right? Want your c-cum— in me, my stomach, want it all, wanna be stuffed by you—”

His words only send you to the edge, fucking up into him as you orgasm, thick ropes of cum being stuffed into his tight hole, just like he wanted it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮_𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐢𝗼𝐤𝐚 !

#_𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐞𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝗺𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝗼𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

“I try to be so nice to you, but you can’t be fucking grateful, can you? You’re such a whore that you can’t come unless someone’s pushing you down ‘n being a ‘lil mean to you, huh?”

Giyuu can only whine in agreement, slightly muffled noises from your hand pressing against his mouth. His hips try desperately to rut back against you, eager for more despite what you’re already giving him. His body urges for more; the stretch, the burn, more pain; the sting of it all makes him so needy his little cock can’t help but get hard.

“Oi, arch your back more.” you demand, pressing a harsh slap against his thigh, which was surely going to leave a mark on his easily bruising skin. He tries his best to follow your demands, he really does! But his body aches so much from multiple orgasms that he can barely move a muscle :(.

Giyuu can only whimper as his lax body is easily manhandled into whatever position you desire, not even caring about the condition his body is in. He likes it a little too much, the stack of bruises on his body, old marks barely fading already covered by new ones— marking him as yours, and only yours.

“Fuck, your cunt feels so good.” You growl, hips slamming against him, “gonna cum, you better take it like a good fucking girl.”

Giyuu tries to speak, voice his agreement, because there’s nothing more he’d want that than you to fill him like he deserves— but you’re so animalistic; shoving his head down into the drool soaked sheets (his mess) so he can’t speak, only muffled whines and noises of pain and pleasure can be heard.

Your hand yanks at his hair and pull him up an his knees; grabbing his throat to lead his face to yours, pulling him into an messy tongue filled kiss. His whines get higher, needier, rising in octaves that’ll surely have his throat sore tomorrow.

Giyuu thinks it’ll definitely be worth it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢_𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 !

#_𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱?, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢, 𝐩𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝗼𝐭𝐭𝗼𝗺 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐭𝗼𝐩 𝗺𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐰! 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 !

“How many times do I have to say ‘you’re mine’ for you to finally understand?”

You can only gasp as Sanemi’s rough hand grabs your chin harshly, getting extremely close to your face. He sneers at the confused whine that leaves your lips at his statement. He hates it; seeing other whores flocking around you like you’re a piece of meat— you are, but only his. He thought he made that very clear since the first time you fucked; seems like he’s gotta etch it into your dumb brain for you to understand.

“Head back. Now.” But he’s already gripping the back of your hair and forcing it into the place he wants without giving you a chance to respond. Breath fanning over the juncture between your neck and shoulder has you shivering — in fear or desperation, you can’t tell. He revels in that fear and unknowingness emitting off of you.

His hips finally start moving— agonizingly slow; grinding his hips and cock up against your stomach. The whine that emits from your throat is needy, impatient; but you know better than to move. Sanemi’s lips come to suck on your neck, leaving small hickies in his wake— every nip at your skin has you keening, hips twitching desperately at every grind of Sanemi’s.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” he whines, his grinding picking up in speed, yet not enough to bring you closer to the brink. Your eyes water, stuttering words of; “please, faster” and “Sanemi, sir” leave your drooling mouth. Sanemi thinks you look so good like this. Below him, submitting to him. As you should and always will be. Just seeing you like this gets him so close.

You feel yourself being knocked from all air as he finally— finally picks up the pace; rough and fast, chasing desperately for his release. Being denied from pleasure for so long has you so close too, and Sanemi cries; “c’mon, fuck me. Make me come!” has you gripping his thick thighs and thrusting up in and erratic rhythm.

“Sanemi, Sanemi, ‘m coming—! Lemme cum, please? I wanna—” you vision blurs and your mouth opens in a silent cry as Sanemi bites— teeth digging into your shoulder as a final push to make you cum; he can taste the copper on his tongue and feel the warmth of your cum filling his hole. His eyes role back in ecstasy as he reaches his own release.

The bite mark on your neck will surely remind you that you’re his. And when it fades, he’ll just do it again.

[mordredisacoolname]

yoo please do more dex headcanons, there’s a severe lack in content for him nowadays. i appreciate your work!

Hey I'm so happy you like it, thank you

Here's some more DD headcanons

DAREDEVIL CHARACTERS COMING BACK FROM WORK TO YOU SLEEPING NAKED

GN READER

Characters: Matt Foggy Karen Frank Elektra Claire Dex Ray

CW: implied smut, nothing too serious tho

MATT- he'll probably sense you sleeping naked before he even enters the house. Smiling to himself Matt will enter the flat, stripping of his clothes and quietly entering the room not to wake you up. As much as he likes the idea of doing other things with you he knows you're tired, and he is too, so he just lays down next to you, hugging you from behind and kissing your forehead.

FOGGY- he'll be (pleasantly) surprised, walking up to you and kissing you awake. Will tell you how hot you look, asking sarcastically if you were waiting for him. If you're up to it you two can have fun, but if you're tired or not in the mood he'll let it go immediately and cuddle next to you.

KAREN- she'll smile to herself, eyeing you. She'll take off her heels and go up to you gently stroking your shoulder to tell you she's home. Karen will quickly kiss you, strip of her clothes and will join you in bed, asking how was your day. As you kiss her temple and hold her in your arms she'll drift off to sleep, as you are too.

FRANK- he'll smirk, coming up to you, and cupping your upper body with his big arms. "Hey (nickname)" he'll say kissing your jaw and neck. Frank will laugh at your grumpy response, kissing you deeply and admiring your sleepy face. He'll leave you to it to finish some work and later will join you in bed.

ELEKTRA- she'll smirk and strip of her clothes, getting on the bed and turning your head to her. She'll start kissing you and feeling your face and body with her hands until you completely wake up, and than sitting on your lap she'll jokingly say "good morning" continuing to kiss you.

CLAIRE- she'll laugh quietly, setting her things down. She's super tired so she just lays down next to cuddling you closer.

DEX- he's super tired and stressed from his job, so seeing you will make his day a little brighter. Stripping off his clothes he will go up to your bed, get in and hug your waist. Brushing your hair and tracing his knackels on your cheek bone he'll stare at your face in awe, obsessing over your beauty. You may or may not wake up to him eagerly kissing your neck and feeling your soft lips with his thumb.

RAY- Ray is also very stressed, working in his line of jon isn't easy. Smiling to himself at your sight he'll go finish some of his paperwork and only than join you to bed, feeling your warm body and your soft breathing on his skin, instantly relaxing and feeling at peace.

[streets-in-paradise]

Chucky headcanons: Charles finding out you are being harassed at your workplace (requested)

Warnings: Implied sexual harassment leading to assault and Chucky avenging the reader. The description of the abuser was especified by the requester.

Notes: I didn't properly proofread this cause i'm finishing writing from my phone and i don't have my translator on it. Also, this is the first male reader request i got and i hope i'm doing it justice :) My inspiration for this were bits of the series and the Curse deleted scene where Chucky kills Daniel. Despite being two different versions of Chucky at different points of the franchise, i found both usefull to imagine this.

-At first you were very afraid to tell Chucky of what was happening to you. You know he has volatile, violent reactions and you were afraid of what that could unleash.

-Your abuser was a coworker and it all started in little hints, jokes going a bit too far and confusing episodes that left you feeling like it all could be a misunderstanding.

-The accumulation of those ' misunderstandings' changed your perception and you started to be very afraid of being left alone with him. You were feeling constantly surveiled and terrified but the source of your fear was completely invisible to everyone arround you.

-The creepy old dude harassing you was a long term employee everyone knew. Even you were deceived by him at first, at least untill he started getting too " friendly" with you.

-Chucky perceived something was wrong. Not that you have allways been super passionate about your work, but he could tell you didn't want to go there anymore. You would allways deny every of his attempts to point out you weren't alright. He just wanted to help, but you wouldn't let him.

-He may not be the best talking about feelings, but he is very protective and he hates to see you suffering. You may think he didn't, but he realized you are terrified. He knows the signs of fear in a victim too well to not spot those.

-In the first discussions your position oscilated between denying everything and begging him not to interfere because you needed the job, but the situation kept escalating untill reaching a point of no return.

-You were supposed to pick up a few boxes from the warehouse. While you were searching for the stuff you didn't realized you were being followed inside. You ended up completely alone with your abuser and he cornered you, taking advantage of your shock, then easily overpowered you.

-That was the moment in which you knew it had to stop. As soon as you could you reached the phone to call Chucky.

-You tried to explain yourself, but couldn't get into details. All he heard clearly was your wrecked voice begging him to come pick you up.

- It was the sign he was waiting for. Not that Chucky needed any permission to do it, but he didn't want to upset you and he had been craving to step in for so long.

- Only that his intervention could have one single possible end and you were aware of it, which was the cause of your refusal. Chucky wouldn't just scare him, he was not going to let the job unfinished.

- He had killed for way less, you could be sure he was 100% ready to get revenge in your name.

-By that moment he was aware. He has passed by your workplace a few times and had seen the dude. You wouldn't have to tell him anything for him to spot your " friendly " coworker is a creep, he could smell it from a mile away.

- Chucky has been stalking the place behind your back, learning his schedule and following him outside to figure out his after work habits. He had it in mind all along.

- " Don't worry, I'm coming for ya." He interrupted your rambling on the phone with macabre excitement. " ... I got you, let me handle it."

-You stoicly endured the rest of your shift with the only comfort of knowing he would show up, but it was taking too long.

- He was going after your abuser, following him out. They already knew each other and he wouldn't suspect of anything when approached.

- During the last moments of his life he made him experience the exact kind of powerlessness he made you feel. Chucky utilized his trusting appearance to deceive him into keeping a lower guard, followed him like a shadow and cornered him in a spot where no one could hear him.

- " This goes for (y/n). Did you think you were gonna get away with it, you piece of shit? Is that what gets you going? " He mockfully asked him ríght after the first stab. " Well this is what gets ME going and you ain't messing with him anymore"

- The lifeless body of your attacker was still in the trunk of his car when he arrived to pick you up.

- It was his surprise for you and that night you helped him dump it in the river.

[brittle-doughie]

Just had a banger idea with the new ovenbreak event, reader that was a former sugarteara cookie that now resides on wandercrab and when mocha ray and lobster come in they’re like ‘wait its YOU’/pos

I Remember You (Lobster and Mocha Ray Cookie)

Mocha Ray Cookie: This city is so free and vibrant, it’s my first time seeing a place with such diverse lights and colors.

Electric Eel Cookie: Bahaha! That’s right! Now, I’ll show you the most exciting location in our city!

Lobster Cookie: It’s surprising how easily Electric Eel was fooled…such a flawed place.

Mocha Ray Cookie: If you had been honest, do you think we could have entered here? Who would welcome a Cookie trying to seize this city’s power?

Lobster Cookie: Hmph…

Electric Eel Cookie: Come on in! Have a drink! How about a cup of Coconut Seaweed Juice? Or perhaps Pineapple Sea Urchin Juice? One sip is enough to wash the troubles away!

Lobster continued to grumble to themself, how lax and careless these Wandercrab cookies were, they didn’t have any sense of order!

Mocha Ray paid them no mind, she was busy looking around the vibrant and free bar, the colored lights were so diverse as they shined in display….

Electric Eel Cookie: And you’ve got to try this new special we’ve got, Strawberry Jellyfish Juice! A little something that Oatfish Cookie came up with. Hey, Oatfish Cookie!

Mocha’s and Lobster’s attention had now shifted to the bar stand…

…where a face all too familiar to them was standing at. It looked like the cookie they knew, but now they had oarfish elements to them, like a dorsal fin that ran all along their body. Oatfish(?) Cookie greeted the cookies with a smile.

Oatfish Cookie: Ah, some new faces. Welcome to Wandercrab, travelers. Can I interest you in some of our most fine juices this place has to offer? Or are you more of lightweights? That’s fine too, we have just the beverages for you! You can even take up Electric Eel’s very smart advice and try some of my special drink by yours truly.

Electric Eel chuckled at the comment.

Electric Eel Cookie: Aw, knock it off, Oatfish Cookie! It’s not my fault it tastes so great!

You waited for an answer from the two cookies, but they just seemed to stare at you with surprised looks to their faces, it was getting kinda of awkward for you.

Oatfish Cookie: (awkwardly laughs) Hello, aren’t you going to order something? I’m not exactly on the menu if those stares are trying to mean something, hehe.

Lobster Cookie: Oatfish Cookie? That’s not your name…

Mocha Ray Cookie: Y/N Cookie…!

You tilt your head. Y/N Cookie? That can’t be right. You were Oatfish Cookie! You’ve always have been ever since coming to Wandercrab…

A certain denizen at the bar turn their eyes at the conversation…

Oatfish Cookie: I’m sorry, but I’m Oatfish Cookie! You must have me confused with somebody else..

Mocha Ray Cookie: That can’t be right. I know a face like yours anywhere, Y/N Cookie…

Oatfish Cookie: Then you pretend you don’t! That’s the one rule we have around here in Wandercrab! There will be no mentions of anyone’s past!

Lobster Cookie: Don’t try to back out of this, it’s you, Y/N Cookie! Do you not remember us? Lobster Cookie, Mocha Ray Cookie!

Oatfish Cookie: Well now I know your names, but I’ve never seen you cookies before!

Mocha Ray Cookie: It has to be you! Y/N Cookie, please…

Oatfish Cookie: (a sadden expression falls on you) I’m sorry, I have no clue who you’re talking about…

Anglerfish Cookie: Alright, that’s enough! You’re upsetting the poor cookie. Leave them alone, they’re already saying they don’t know you!

Lobster Cookie: (brandishes the odd claw) Stay out of this…

Electric Eel Cookie: Hey, there’s no need for trouble! Let’s just sort this out without attacking any cookie!

Mocha Ray Cookie: It’s them! It has to be! Those eyes, that smile…Please, Y/N Cookie! You have to remember us! Remember Sugarteara!

You watched as the cookies argued amongst themselves, you watched the newcomers…Lobster and Mocha Ray…before turning your eyes to the side, a crestfallen expression to your face.

Angelfish and Electric Eel were able to move along a now screaming duo of Mocha Ray and Lobster, swearing up and down that it was Y/N Cookie that was standing there, this Oatfish Cookie speel had to be a fluke! There was no way you didn’t remember them!

You turn your eyes back in front of you to now see an actual familiar face…

…

…

…

You could only look at Ink Cloak Cookie, the sense of anxiousness with a hint of sadness were all you could feel as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

You look down to movement on the counter to see Ink Cloak’s hand extend out to you…

You hesitated, after that scuffle a little bit ago, you had a feeling you didn’t want to find out why.

You liked it here at Wandercrab, the life you had with the cookies here, the memories with Electric Eel Cookie, Anglerfish Cookie…

..and Ink Cloak Cookie.

You reached out and placed your hand into Ink Cloak’s. Their hand slowly closes around yours..

They could see it…

A sense of recollection in your eyes…

[anystalker707]

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The Sorcerer Supreme, the Devil and Six Men (M!Reader x Multi)

Pairing: Cis!M!Bottom!Reader x Ray Palmer (LoT), Dick Grayson (my version), Peter Parker (TASM), Skurge (MCU), James T. Kirk (AOS), Lucifer (Lucifer) & Chris Smith (Peacemaker) Rating: Explicit Words: 2066 POV: Second Summary: Uhhh gangbang to save the multiverse and reader is Sorcerer Supreme of his universe. Note: Something I kept from last kinktober to really sit down for it. Tags: Multiverse gangbang, creampie, cum swallowing, light cumplay, blowjobs, double penetration, spitroasting, anal fingering, handjobs and some grinding.

Even if you would explain how you got yourself into this situation, you doubted anyone would believe you. You clenched your hands in the silken sheets below you, when Lucifer added a third finger to your hole. He stilled them inside you and ran a hand down your bare back. “Relax, my darling, I need to have you properly prepared for when our guests arrive.” You huffed and folded your arms in front of you so you could rest your forehead on them. 

“If you ask me, it’s pretty pathetic that the devil himself cannot give me enough sexual energy to save the multiverse,” you quipped, before shifting a little. Your cock was leaking all over the pillow Lucifer put under your hips. Lucifer chuckled and curled his fingers inside you. “Hey! No cheating!” You cried out as he rubbed that spot he had gotten to know all too well. You never should’ve started a situationship with the devil, but frankly being the sorcerer supreme from a universe where jackshit happened could be very boring. 

Just as Lucifer was about to make another smartass comment, a portal opened in front of you. You wanted to cover yourself, but Lucifer was ahead of you, draping a thin blanket over you below the waist, before sitting up on the bed. First to come through was Skurge, donned in his full armour. “Behold! The Sausage Party!” He announced, before extending his arm. Coming through were four familiar faces and one boy-scout looking man. His whole body language screamed ‘I am highly uncomfortable.’ 

“So which one of you do we need to stuff full of cum?” You lifted your head and snickered at the blunt question. Even though this Chris Smith was not from your universe, he had the exact same mannerisms and almost the same funny outfit as the one you knew in high school. Here was to hoping he could fuck like the Chris you knew as well. 

The other guys looked embarrassed at the question, with one of them even slapping Chris' arm. Even with his mask on, you recognised the face of the one who got away anywhere. You had always wished Dick Grayson and you had lasted, but the situation back then did not allow for it. Lucifer probably knew that, hence why his alter was standing before you now, clad in a tight suit that left little to the imagination, as he reprimanded Chris for his bluntness. If he was anything like your Chris, that slap did nothing to correct his behaviour. 

“As far as the gentleman explained, you should know everyone but me,” the boy-scout looking man said as he walked closer. His face was flushed, eyes avoiding yours. You took the hand he offered and shook it. “Ray Palmer,” he introduced himself. You studied his face, noting the pale skin that turned red so easily, the dreamy brown eyes and pullable-looking chestnut hair. 

He tried to take his hand back, but you held onto it. “And why are you here mister Palmer?” You questioned, fingers rubbing over his skin. From this close you could see his cute features in more detail. He looked around nervously and then muttered something under his breath. “When you’re in the presence of the Sorcerer Supreme, you should really speak up,” you teased him. 

“Yessir, I’m sorry uh…” You took mercy on him and let go of his hand. He straightened his back and looked around the room again. The portal he had come through was no more; he had nowhere to go. “You see it started with…” 

“He is the cause of all this, now let’s move on, before the multiverse is literally torn apart, shall we?” Lucifer interrupted. 

“Let’s commence!” Skurge shouted. Somehow he managed to get all his armour off without you noticing him undressing, his heavy cock hanging between his legs and swinging with each step he took towards you. Ray took a step aside, face red like a tomato. You reached out for Skurge’s thick cock and guided it towards your mouth. You looked over at Ray as you sloppily started licking and sucking on Skurge’s tip. When your eyes met, you gave the pale man a flirty wink.

Skurge was very vocal, praising you for your skill with comical lines that made sucking him off harder. You then felt warm hands at the edge of the blanket that was pooling at your waist. You looked over your shoulder right into bright blue eyes and a dashing smile. Oh you and James T. Kirk had your adventures in college. “May I?” He whispered, leaning close to tease your lips with his. The brief brush was enough to make you want him all over again.  

You let out a soft sigh before turning your head back around to suck Skurge off. “Do whatever you want to me, Jimmy boy,” you spoke breathlessly, before trying to take more than just the tip in your mouth. You heard Lucifer offer Jim some lube, after he had slowly dragged the fabric off your body. Jim put his cock between your cheeks, rubbing his slick cock between them and over your hole. 

You lifted your head off Skurge’s cock. You kept jerking him off as you turned your head to the side. You saw Dick Grayson on his knees, suit open a little so he could stroke his thick cock, while sucking off Peter Parker. “Hey Grayson! If you want to save the multiverse, his cum should be mine,” you scolded him. 

Dick chuckled, even when Chris shoved his cock in his face to get a turn too. “Just warming them up for you, sweetheart, don’t fret,” the man replied, before trying to deepthroat Chris’ huge meat. You rolled your eyes and went back to trying to do the same to Skurge. He stretched your throat, while Jim teased your hole. You heard Lucifer giving that Ray Palmer a warm-up, but Skurge was grabbing your head and using it like a fleshlight, so you could not watch. He held you down, cumming deep down your throat. You swallowed it all. 

You gasped when Skurge pulled out. You only got two breaths in, before Jim pushed deep inside you. You moaned, the sound growing louder when Chris grabbed your hair and tilted your head back. You stuck your tongue out as Chris stroked his cock right above you. Dick must have warmed him up good, because Jim did not even get to speed up, before Chris was spilling his load directly onto your waiting tongue. “Don’t swallow yet,” Dick told you as he shoved Chris to the side. A few seconds later, Dick’s load joined Chris’ in your mouth. Before you could swallow it, Peter was stroking himself in front of your face too. His hair was dishevelled and he looked down at you with reverence.  

You struggled with breathing as your mouth was full of cum and your ass full of Jim’s dick. You almost choked on the cum, when you felt a finger join Jim’s cock in your ass. “Lucifer, please, it’s tight enough,” Jim groaned as he continued fucking you at a leisurely pace. He was no longer being slow for your comfort, but he also wasn’t pounding you yet. 

“Get used to it, captain. Doctor Palmer would love to join you,” Lucifer mused. You whined, not sure if you dreaded having two cock in your ass or if you needed it on a spiritual level. Dick put his hand over your mouth, before telling you to swallow. It was hard with the way your body rocked and how aware you were of the cocks that just shot their load in your mouth but were still rock hard. 

Once your mouth was empty, Dick bent down and kissed you. You moaned into his mouth as Jim's cock and Lucifer's fingers were stretching out your ass. When Dick pulled away, you protested, but then a hand rested on your throat. "Just say stop if you want me to," Dick whispered in that soft, husky tone that made your cock weep. His fingers found their place and he pressed down, limiting the blood your brain was getting. 

Things got a little blurry from there. You tumbled into subspace, everything hazy and pleasurable and amazing. As if you were under a spell, your body relaxed and before you knew it, you were on your back, lying on top of Jim, while Ray's cute face hovered above you, both their cock stretching your ass open. Dick was beside you, hand on your throat and stroking Skurge with his free hand. Hands were all over you, one of them belonging to the devil scooping your cum off your stomach and massaging it into the flushed skin of your cock. 

Ray did not last long. Your hole was too tight for two cocks and when Lucifer used your cum to stick a finger inside him, it was over for the boy-scout. Through the haze of pleasure, you heard him shout. You mewled as Chris was being especially rough with your nipples, pulling and pinching. After Ray pulled out - spent - Lucifer joined Jim inside you. 

You gasped at the stretch, not knowing whose cock entered your mouth as soon as it was wide open. It didn’t matter. Your ass was stretched to the limit. Your throat was full of cock as well and you still felt the gentle pressure right below your jaw. You didn’t stand a chance against another orgasm coming over you like a wave crashing on the shore. To make matters worse, a pair of lips wrapped themselves around the tip of your cock, sucking the cum out of you and not letting go until you were crying from overstimulation. 

The cock in your throat spilled more cum inside you, before pulling out. You then saw it was Peter all along. You wouldn’t have guessed by how innocent he looked right after violating your oesophagus. You could not dwell on that thought. Dick came into your line of vision and his hand moved from your throat to your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. He spit your cum onto your tongue, then commanded you to swallow it. 

You were no longer capable of thought, swallowing any cum that landed in your mouth, even Jim’s, who bred your hole and right after put you in Lucifer’s lap so he could fuck your throat, giving you a good taste of your own ass and the mixture of cum that was in there right now. You lost track of who was releasing their load when and how often in which hole; it didn’t matter. 

By the time the men were spent, your cock was limp and incapable of getting hard again for a long time. The haze of pleasure slowly cleared from your brain as Skurge forcibly removed Chris from the premises and back into his own universe. You scrunched your face, then looked up at who was holding you like a baby. Bright blue eyes and a gentle smile looked down at you. You smiled back and leaned your head against Jim’s shoulder. “How do you feel?” Jim almost whispered. You looked around, noticing how almost everyone looked like they ran a marathon naked. Dick gave you a dopey smile from where he sat on the floor sipping on a bottle of water. Ray was the only one wearing underwear, which you noticed when he came up to you to offer you a bottle as well. You thanked him and took it. You moved off Jim and sat up, so you would not spill it everywhere. 

When the exhaustion settled, Lucifer approached you in full suit with an outstretched hand. “Shall we?” He offered with his signature smile. You handed Jim the bottle and gave a nod. You stood up, feeling cum dripping down your legs, but also the energy you have been given coursing through your chakras. 

“Let’s end this,” you spoke with determination, before you took the devil’s hand. A portal opened in front of you. A skimpy outfit that barely covered you up and definitely did not hide the cum stains drying on your body materialised on you. One last deep breath and Lucifer led you through the portal to your destiny. Let’s see what the sexual energy of the sorcerer supreme, the devil and six men could do.

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[supercap2319]

"What are you doing with that nasty thing?" Y/N asked as Peter walked into the apartment carrying a good guy doll in his arms.

"Nasty? It's cute. And he talks too!" Peter squeezed the toy and it started to talk. "Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend till the end. Hidey-Ho. Ha. Ha. Ha."

"You are not giving that nasty thing to Ben. You're gonna give him nightmares."

"Ben? Who said this was for Ben? It's mine." Peter said as he didn't notice the smile on Chucky's face.

[bunni-writing-desk]

"Feeling Left Out"

all of MCR x drummer!male reader

(mentioned: Ray x Mikey, Gerard x Frank Kinda Implied: Mikey x Frank, Ray x Gerard)

Warnings/tags: Emotional hurt/comfort, extremely self-indulgent, MCR as a polycule with y/n, self-indulgent use of pet names, set sometime during Revenge era

based on how I hide in bathrooms when I get upset at hotels, as mentioned this is extremely self-indulgent :]

The four boys that lay around you, sleeping soundly and holding onto each other, you loved them so much but things were going through your mind. All five of you finished your last performance a couple of days ago and being on the road since then.

Tonight was a hotel night, which was when all of you would gather in the biggest bed the hotel had in a single room and cuddle while watching movies. The movie, which Gerard had picked this time, had ended hours ago but you were still not asleep. You looked at the two pairs on each side of you, both of them looked cozy. Ray and Mikey were practically tangled together on your left, while Gerard and Frank were snuggling on your right. As much as you love seeing them all peaceful, you felt left out.

Tears started to blur your vision, you hated crying around your partners. Just as little sniffles started bubbling up from your throat you got up. Shuffling off the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb your boyfriends, you walked to your suitcase. You quickly moved your clothes around and pulled out your comfort blanket, the blanket you've had since you were born, and walked into the bathroom. The cold tiles made shivers run up your body. You shut the door behind you, lock it, and sit on the floor. The blanket is held close to your chest, running your fingers over the worn texture of the ripped-up and old fabric.

Finally, you let the tears run down your face, but you still made cation to keep as silent as possible with your sobs. You let yourself cry for a while, finding safety in your blanket and the closed door of the bathroom.

You had always felt a little left out of the band, you knew that they never meant to do that logically but right now your mind wasn't being very logical. You were always sitting up at your drum set, watching the rest of the boys dance around and interact. Kisses, hugs, and other things that only served to fluster you, it all made you feel more Isolated.

Of course, you loved to see your boyfriends being happy and jumping around, but it felt like they didn't have time to turn around and even just send you a wink. It's like they always forgot you were there, just keeping the tempo for them to do amazing things on their guitars and hit high notes with their voices. You were in the background, forgettable, merely a drummer. Nothing special, you were a dime a dozen and you knew that. You felt like you didn't contribute to anything relating to the music, they could find a million other drummers better than you. Why were they keeping you around? It must be out of pity, right? There was no other reason. They only included you in cuddles out of pity, they only let you join the band out of pity. You were just a small disabled drummer that was easy to ignore.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the entryway in the dark. It was the sound of the door handle being pulled, and the door not budging against the lock put in place. The abruptness of the situation made you jump in place on the ground and pull out your thoughts. Your breathing was made heavier by the scare, chest rising up and down fast.

Meanwhile on the other side of the locked door was a perplexed and very tired Frank. He tried the handle once more before looking over at the bed to see who was missing beside him. Realizing that it was you in the bathroom, he returned to the door and noticed the lack of light from the crack under the wood. His eyebrows twisted up in worry and he knocked gently next to the handle.

"Y/N? You in there, hun?" You had always loved that he called you that, made you feel like a 1960s couple, but the most you could respond to the concerned voice was with a hum. Not a decisive or answering hum but more of an acknowledgment of the question. Frank frowned at that, thinking for a few moments before softly asking another question. "Can I come in?"

You didn't know what to do. Should you let him and possibly see your tear-stained face? Or should you keep the door locked and make him walk to the gas station on the corner just to use the bathroom? You couldn’t handle the thought of making Frank pissed off by not opening the door so you got up. You unlocked the door, opened it, and walked out. Frank watched you step out of the bathroom and then sit on the floor by the entryway.

"Sorry." Your voice was barely a whisper, but in the quiet stillness of the room, your boyfriend that was up was able to hear you. Your body and head were facing to the front, but your eyes avoided Frank's shadowy silhouette. You could practically feel his eyes on you as he stared with worry. He then turned into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. Thoughts droned on in your head as your eyes bore into the carpeted ground.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open again brought you back to the current. Not knowing how long you were zoned out for you looked up at Frank who had just walked out of the closet-sized room. You thought he was just going to go back to the giant shared bed and fall asleep again but he didn’t. Instead, he sat right next to you, pulling his knees up to his chest like you. You must have looked surprised because Frank smiled gently.

“I’m not going to just leave my boyfriend alone to wallow in his thoughts. I’ve seen that face on Gerard plenty of times, what’s going on in that brain, hmm?” He laid his head on top of his knees, facing you as if he was going to decypher your thoughts from your expressions. You took a few seconds to gather your mind, what were you going to tell him exactly? You couldn’t tell him everything, that would be too much, so you settled on a simple answer.

“Just feeling… left out?” You phrased your answer like a question hoping that you wouldn’t hurt Frank’s feelings with your words somehow. He just hummed in response, looking over your face again and waiting for you to go on. When you didn’t continue talking he spoke up, asking another question.

“Left out?” He echoed your words, making sure you knew that he was wanting you to keep talking about how you felt. You hated this, you hate talking about how you felt, especially to people you’re close to. But you continued on anyways, convincing yourself that it would be okay and that Frank had asked to hear your worries.

You took a short breath before starting to dislodge every thought from your mind to your mouth. “I just see you four on stage in front of me, all interacting and dancing around and having fun. I guess I just feel so left out because I’m separated by my drum kit, up and away from the rest of you. And it’s not like I contribute much to the band anyways, I’m just here to keep tempo so all of you can make the music. I joined late. All of you had known each other for so much longer before I ever joined, you all know each other so much more than I do. It just feels like I’m an outsider, even if I’m in the middle of all of you I still feel like I’m not even there.” You stared at the ground, the overwhelming silence swallowing you whole. “Sorry for rambling, that probably sounded stupid, huh?”

Head in your hands, you started to contemplate why you even opened your mouth at all. A sudden intake of a breath beside you made you lift your head, just to try to get a glimpse of what Frank was feeling. “First of all, I want to say that you mean so much to all of us. We all love you so much, and what would happen if you weren’t there to keep the beat going? We would all be lost within the notes of each song. You are so important inside the band and outside. Ask any of the guys and they would all tell you that they love you and think you are extremely important. Sure we knew each other before you got here, but we didn’t have the same chemistry- no pun intended-” He cut himself off, making you chuckle at his little joke.

He picked up where he left off in his sentence, “We didn’t have the same chemistry without you. You showed us how to love, and who to love. You can't be replaced because without out we aren’t anything. We’re just a bunch of discordant guys playing random guitar riffs into the void. Without you there to hold all of us together to a rhythm we don’t exist the same way.” He set a hand on your shoulder, trying his best to comfort you. You had always forgotten how good your short-haired boyfriend was at putting things into words, he really should’ve become a poet. But here he was, using his words to serenade you with sappy comfort.

A smile finally graced your features, and tears started to run down your cheeks again. He brushed some of them away with his sweater sleeve, holding your face after doing so. “You’re so wonderful and important and amazing, my love.” You leaned into him, moving your face from his hands to hide in his shoulder.

“I love you so much, I love you all so much.” That was all you could utter under your breath as you sobbed lightly into one of your boyfriends’ arms. He gently ran his hand up and down your back. The two of you sat on the tile ground for a while until your soft sobs turned to little sniffles. Gently Frank pulled away from you just a bit to look at your face.

“Want to go back to bed?” He softly asked and you nodded your head yes. Frank smiled and put one arm under your shoulders and the other under your knees. He lifted you up, surprising you as he hadn’t done this before. Carrying you to the bed carefully, he tried to stay as quiet as possible until he dropped you onto the bed. You let out an involuntary yelp which made the rest of the group groan and wake.

Looking up at Frank you quickly whispered to him in an incredulous voice, “What was that for, now everyone else is awake.” You were annoyed that you had woken up the other three, hoping they were not mad at you. Frank only chuckled in response to your question and with a normal voice, which was far too loud for the middle of the night, he said, “Cuddle pile.”

You nearly yelped again when Frank jumped on top of you, the rest of the guys surrounding you quickly in a pile. Each of them laid a hand on you, trying to show you that they were all there. Frank only ever called for a cuddle pile when one of you wasn’t feeling well, they knew by now that that meant getting to the person in the middle as fast as possible. You reveled in the warmth of all your boyfriends surrounding you, cuddling into your side or laying on top of you. Just like that all of you gradually drifted off to sleep. You would explain in the morning why Frank had called for a cuddle pile and were sure to get more snuggles far into the evening tomorrow, but for now, all of you rested on the comfortable hotel bed.

[dominantslasherking]

Okay okay hear me out; in the flashback from Curse of Chucky we find out that Charles was obsessed with and wanted a family with Sarah Pierce, right? So what about Charles Lee Ray with a breeding kink? 👀

Chucky with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Warnings: Mentions of practicing voodoo pregnancies, so Mpreg

His body squirmed and body shivered at your touch, Charles who liked to go by Chucky, loved feeling your cock hit the deepest part of his insides, He wanted you to fill him up every single time the two of you had sex; to feel the warm fluids gushing deep inside him over and over.

"Fuck! HARDER!" Chucky screamed as you relentlessly pounded his puckering hole. Chucky had always daydreamed of moments like these, where you would fill him up with your seed, fuck he wants you to fill him up so he could get pregnant, he knew he couldn't have kids...because well he was a male--but that doesn't mean he doesn't try.

He researches all kinds of voodoo spells that would possibly have the chance of him getting pregnant; But back to the current situation.

Chucky's hands eagerly roamed your body, before he gripped onto your shoulders as if to steady himself from you completely impaling him with your giant length swindling in and out of his entrance.

His cock squirted out cum, feeling you empty yourself deep inside him, but no, that wasn't even the main dish, you kept pumping in and out of the slasher. Chucky's head was lolled back, drool falling out of the side of his mouth, as he tried very hard to stay somewhat conscious and not drunk on your cock.

Before Chucky knew it, you had flipped him around, he felt you place your hands on his cum covered ass cheeks and gripped them. Chucky lay on his stomach, as you slid inside him from behind. Chucky at this point couldn't even feel his legs, as they were rather numb and slick from all of the cum you had emptied either on him or inside, when you did empty it inside him, most of it would leak out from, your constant pumps inside him.

Chucky's hands grip the silky sheets hard, as his knuckles turn white, his cock was weeping in pure pleasure, "Fuck--J-Just---Empty---" Chucky had to gulp on his saliva and a relentless moan whimpered out before he finished his sentence, "All of it---inside!!" He cried, feeling you thrust hard before emptying your last load of cum inside him for tonight.

Touching his belly is what Chucky did as his face was slumped into the pillow, just by lightly tapping his swoll belly, he could tell it was full of cum, when he did tap it: cum started to pool out of his ass.

[plushiesssforcrying]

Now Playing... ☼ smoke.

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character[s] ;; sal fisher

pronouns ;; he / him

note ;; brainrot drabble hnngg, sal is a chronic smoker, making out?, unclear relationship, IDK IT'S A DRABBLE

“hey, wanna see something cool?” the corner of sal's scarred mouth stretched into a small smirk. the second belt of his mask was unclipped, giving a well view of the bottom half of his face. without waiting for a response, he took a long drag of his cigarette before pulling down his prosthetic and exhaled.

the smoke escaped through the holes of the mask which were the mouth, eyes and nose. some escaped through the side of the prosthetic, enveloping his face with smoke. it was a cool sight.

sal must have noticed the other's impressed expression as he let out a low chuckle. he took another quick inhale and blowing it directly into [m/n]'s face, who quickly coughed and fanned the smoke away.

the boy glared at his friend, quickly planning his revenge. [m/n] snatched the cigarette from sal's mouth and took a deep inhale of the cigarette before grabbing sal's jaw, blowing the smoke into his mouth. parting scarred lips with his own soft ones before quickly pulling away.

sal's shock was quickly replaced with concern, accidentally inhaling a bit of smoke and coughing it out into his hand. satisfied with the outcome, [m/n] threw his head back to laugh with the cigarette still in-between his index and middle fingers. azure eyes glared at the boy under the mask despite his amusement.

the blue haired boy stole back what was left of the nicotine stick, which wasn't much at all. instead of paying it any mind however, he dropped and stomped the bud with the sole of his shoes before grabbing [m/n] by his jacket.

he was quick to lean in and press his lips on the boy's, who let out a small noise of surprise. once aware of the situation, their lips moved in sync. a hand intertwined with sal's electric blue hair, tugging on it lightly as the boy was pulled closer as humanely as possible.

sal's cigarette breath was evident compared to the alcohol in [m/n]'s, knowing he only had a bit to drink to be barely tipsy. he pulled away hesitantly, it was a little difficult to keep kissing with the mask still somewhat on sal. he carefully adjusted the item so he could have more room as sal only watches him do so.

once he's satisfied, he leaned forward once more to capture rough, scarred lips against his own. biting down his lower lip as if to ask to open it further, which was happily obliged.

sal and [m/n] spent their evening tangled in each other's tongue, taking their time in every second of the moment.

i was fr so confused on how to end this LMFAO

my writing is usually better than this i swEAR

[charliesgoodboy]

Takemichi(the really hot timeskip one) x Male reader

WARNING: No matter your age(I really dont care) you are consenting yourself to read NSFW themes dont blame shit on me if something bad happens

A/N: this was supposed to be posted on @secretivemessenger's bday but I got impatient. Also this was written some time ago it was just in my notes- ewwww I'm reading over it rn it is so cringe🤢 imma change a few things hol up

"Boss! Boss I- oh..sorry did I wake him??" A worker of Takemichi walked in holding paper work for him to do.

"No, I'm sure he's still asleep, one heavy sleeper might I add." Takemichi chuckles as the worker blushes in emaressment.

You on the other hand were "sleep" on Takemichis lap cuddled into his chest, your body rising to each small, and shakey breath you take.

"Just set the papers on my desk please." The worker nods quietly walking over to set the papers his desk, walking away soon after.

"It's ok, gosh stop clutching so hard, your gonna give me bruises through my clothes." He says softly, your nails slightly letting go of his shoulder while still holding on.

"Hey hey, don't worry they're gone, calm down your clenching around me like crazy you know." He laughs quietly, while using his hand to softly caress your back, and using the other to do paper work.

His touch was soft, yet threatening, like he's telling you to stay still, and if you move your getting what he gives which you can't handle.

But you didn't care.

If it means getting fucked into than it's worth it.

You slightly rock onto his lap needing him, no you were needy you wanted him doesn't matter what it takes.

"Oi, quit it. Be a good boy and wait till I finish." He demands. But how could you possibly wait that long? He pretty much had mountains of paper work on his desk, and you know damn well he's taking his sweet time.

You grinded on him once again but harder, causing him to groan at your actions.

"Shit..you want it that bad huh?" You nod at his words, clinging harder onto his suit jacket.

"Use your damn words. I won't know what you want if you don't speak." He says sternly, his voice getting slightly deeper.

You inhale shakily, your lips quiver when your words quietly come out your mouth.

"P-please, I need you deep in me...and to fill me up with your cum please.." He knew you wanted this the moment you sat on his cock.

I mean of course you would, who wouldnt?

He chuckled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you speak up for me please??"

You hated this. And he knew you hated this. That's exactly why he did it, for his own pleasure as well as your own pain.

"Go ahead. Say what you want. What you need from me, go on." He urges you to say it.

"Please..I'm begging you, i-i need you in me..to fill me please..Takemichi.."

"See now, it wasn't that hard now was it? You even asked nicely, such a god boy for me yea?" He says patting your head, ruffling it a bit.

"Alright, if you want it so bad, get off and lean on the desk." You nod, doing as he says, propping your elbows on the desk.

Expecting to have to wait a while for lube obviously, it was the exact opposite you instantly felt his large hands on your waist.

"W-wait, your not going to-"

"Nope♡"

Without any warning he instantly slammed into you, one thrust after another, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, choked noises coming from your mouth, your hands harshly gripping the edge of the desk.

No one could really hear you, but fuck the thrill of someone being able to hear you begging for more of Takemichi, and god if someone walked in on the two of you, just the thrill of it.

"Huh? Are you crying already? Isn't this what you wanted? What are you complaining? Oh it's fine I'll stop." God no, you didn't want him to stop, you needed him to keep going.

You shake your head no.

"P-Please! No, d-don't pull out!"

"Very well, we have all we want until someone walks in, but i'm sure you'd like that too."

[mordredisacoolname]

How the daredevil characters would top a gn reader? (Or at least the ones you think would top anyway)

Thank you for requesting! I really hope you enjoy

DAREDEVIL CHARACTERS (MEN) TOPING YOU

GN READER

Characters: Matt Foggy Frank Wesley Dex Ray

CW: N/SFW, smut

MATT- I think Matt will be a soft top. He likes sitting on a couch with you on top of him. Will touch every inch of your body, kissing and biting. Guiding you and talking you through it. Further into the relationship he'll be willing to be more dominant and aggressive, nothing too much as he doesn't want to hurt you, but not so soft either. I can also see him as a sub top, only if you want it, after long days. He just wants to lose control and be taken care of. Will probably cum before you as he's super sensitive but will not stop until you're satisfied.

FOGGY- very goofy, cracks jokes all the time. But is also very intense and intimate. Kisses you pationetely, holding your face in his arms and feeling you up. Starts with slow but hard thrusts and becomes quicker. Will not cum before you.

FRANK- honestly, he's a very romantic man. If you're in a relationship he'll be super careful with you and will spend at least half an hour before entering you, Kissing and feeling you all over. If you're just a one night stand or if you ask him and he's in the mood he'll be aggressive and fuck you till you can't walk. Will not do anything too risky tho, nothing that can harm you. Always cums after you, unless you're giving him a blowjob. Hard and deep thrusts, a lot of grunts and "fuck"s.

WESLEY- oh he's a sub top alright. Likes when you ride him, watching you bouns on him, making pleasant noises and faces. When he's close he'll flip you around and pound into you until you both cum. Likes dirty talk A LOT. Aggressive, likes when you RIDE him, making the bed squick.

DEX- he's either a very submissive top or a very dominant top. I can honestly see him as a bottom but when he's topping there's no in between. Really depends on his mood. If he's doming he'll have no mercy on you, you'll have to agree on a safe word so he known when to stop. Slaps, hair pulling, bites, choking. He's extreme. Honestly can see him being kinda selfish and if he's not in the mood he'll not continue after he finishes and will leave you unsatisfied. If he's being a sub he will want you to ride him senseless, grabbing his shoulders and making a lot of noises.

RAY- he's such a tease. Will literally edge you for hours and laugh about it. But will not cum until you do, he want to pleasure you and puts you before himself. Definition of heart eyes. He thinks you're so beautiful. Seeing you is such a vulnerable position, and so high on pleasure turns him on so much. Wants to look at your face while fucking you to see the good job he's doing. Kind of praise words, calling you good __ (whatever you prefer), telling you how good you're doing.

[ray-jaykub]

Tmnt x male!reader mini-shot

My inbox fucked up and deleted an ask but I was lucky enough to remember it! If you see this ask and it's yours I hope you enjoy it, I had fun writing it!!

Bayverse turts meeting male reader for the first time who asks if they're sea turtles

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It was a cold night in Manhattan, water sprinkled from the sky and brought a specific chill. If you had super vision or looked close enough, you could see in the dead of night four figures atop an apartment complex. Four shivering figures. The smallest sniffles and rubs his hands together.

"C'mon man I'm ready to go home, Lee let's just call it a night!" Mikey looks over to Leo who is facing west towards the moon. He's quiet. Considering his little brother's request. They'd been out in the rain for long enough that Don had set up an umbrella to protect what gear that isn't waterproof and Raph had taken to crouching under a small shed, frustrated. "Ain't no way criminals gonna come out tonight, Mike's right. We should head home."

Leo turns to see the condition of his brothers and takes a solid breath. "Yeah, yeah there was no point in coming out tonight–" They all freeze, the sound of the door to the roof opening and out steps a young man. Mikey nearly flings himself off the side of the building but Don quickly pulls him back up by the lip of his shell, saving him from busting his tail. They watch their new company walk onto the rooftop with a (f/c) raincoat and slowly notice they aren't alone. Each brother prepares himself to hear the sounds of terrified screams and running footsteps but are instead met with a question. 

"Oh my God, are you sea turtles??"

Leonardo is, for the first time in his life, truly stunned. How does one respond to that? He looks towards his brothers and finds them looking back at him, waiting for Leo to make a call. He thinks maybe it'd be best to move tail and leave the young man alone but instead his mouth does the opposite.

"...I'm sorry, what?" The guy takes the hood of his rain-coat off and smiles, "Are you sea turtles?" Leo slowly shakes his head, still caught off-guard by the question. "No, no I think we're box turtles right?" He shoots a pleading look towards his brothers who had crowded with Raph under the shed. They're shuffling on their feet but Donnie clears his throat and slowly steps out with his umbrella.

"Actually we are a sub species of the terrapene carolina family Eastern box turtles to be exact. Pretty common." he pushes his glasses further up his snout. Mikey runs out from under the shed, nearly toppling over Donnie to greet their new acquaintance. "Blah blah blah, all you need to know is that we're the cool species! We're faster, smarter, and kick ass. A lot better than some bland old turtle, tell 'im Raph!"

Raphael scowls at his little brother, obviously perturbed by being included in this ridiculous conversation. He walks out from the shed but instead moves to stand by Leo. "Yeah, whatever, Leo, don't you think now would be a good time to go?" The man in the rain-coat jumps at that, quickly waving his hands in defense.

"Hey wait don't go! I still have so many questions. Like why are you green? Do you have a second eyelid? Can you churr like a turtle?" Raph huffs and turns to leave over the side of the building. If those three wanted to deal with another human then that won't be his problem. Donnie and Mikey though seem eager to answer the questions, albeit with wildly different answers.

"We're actually built of a variety of colours but it primarily depends on our diet!" "No, green is just a cool colour so as a way to show we're cool we're green! Some less than others though." MIkey cuts his eyes to the two behind him, laughing. Don rolls his eyes so far you're sure they'd fall out but continues. "Now about the eyelids I'm not entirely sure... If we do we haven't figured out how to use them yet but that'd make for a project." he mumbles to himself, pulling out a tattered note-pad and chewed pen writing his thoughts down. He looks back up to the fascinated male.

"And yes we do churr, just not often. It's meant for more vulnerable moments." Michelangelo perks up. "No it isn't, I could do it right now if you want!" The human nods eagerly but before he can get started Leo comes up behind him, hand on his shoulder. "While I'm sure he'd love to see it, we have to go, the sun is rising.''

Everyone looks towards the horizon and surely enough a sliver of orange can be found across it. "Aw man, maybe some other time then! I'm sure we'll see you again, right?" It's obvious the question is more directed towards Leonardo and when he looks down at their company he squares his shoulders, standing taller. "It's possible, but if we find you've said anything about this to anyone we will find you. And we will deal with you appropriately." The tension is thick but Mikey has a wide grin and grabs his hand, vigorously shaking it.

"We gotta go but my name's Michelangelo! We'll text you later about meeting up again, maybe I can show you my dope ass churr next time!"

Before he can ask how they'll text him Donnie nods to him as his phone chimes. "That's us, we'll see you later!" The three leave the same way Raph did, each giving their goodbyes and what was once a roof buzzing with life is now silent. Leaving y/n alone, dazed by the interaction.

[iliumheightnights]

Ray Palmer will constantly shrink and hide in his boyfriend's shirt pocket because he doesn't want to be away from him for too long. He hides it under the excuse 'I need to make sure you're safe.' but his boyfriend knows the truth.