#this was meant to be very tongue in cheek and i fear i got more involved than i expected

[cptkitten]

"What's this-? IT'S NQKEITO WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!"

@luckystarchild @luckychild

[angelltheninth]

Hazbin Hotel Men + Predator/Prey Kink

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Adam, Husk, Valentino, Vox x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, fear play, cnc, rough sex, predator/prey dynamic, dirty talk, name-calling, creampie, biting, marking, size differance

A/N: Trying out a bit of a different format to give you all a bit more content.

You pressed yourself against a tree, your nails digging into the bark, breath coming up short and fast. You could see, feel the shadows against your feet even now, remind you that there's nowhere to hide. You risked peaking behind you to see if it was safe to run. As soon as you turned the static came from your other side.

"Not very smart are you, my dear?" Alastor's long tongue licked the side of your neck and made you jump at the cold sensation. "Where are you off to so quickly?"

His shadows wrapped around your body and pulled you down against the dirt. You groaned and struggled against them, against his cold arms as they grabbed your cheeks and kept your face still. "How can you get so hard from this?" You felt his long cock twitching against your inner thigh. Your legs opened for a moment and then closed just as fast.

This wasn't fun if you weren't putting up a fight. "Your fear. I find it very arousing for some reason. I've never felt this way before. So, if you would allow me to express my deepest thanks." Alastor's sinister laugh sent shivers down your entire body. As he pushed his cock into your pussy you couldn't quite relax under him, seeing his radio dial eyes tick and tick with each thrust. "I can hear your heart. It beats only for me, for what I do to you. I want it for myself, I want you for myself, always."

Alastor's pulled his cock out and waited o hear your heart beating faster. That was a good rhythm to fuck you to he decided. The rhythm of fear and lust that you feel for him.

The house you were in felt like royalty was living there, but not the kind one would want to wine and dine with. Lucifer was the kind that liked to chase you through the empty halls, the sound of his jolly laughter and wings flapping close behind you. "Is this all you're got sweetheart, I expected a bit more from my future wife."

"Then maybe you should look for someone else." Your suggestion got you punned against the nearest walls, legs forced open and his hands holwing your wrists. "Why hide us? Are you ashamed of me, Luci?"

"Ashamed of you? Never." Even in his most horny Lucifer found himself cherishing you. He was careful not to scratch you with his horns as he kissed the side of your neck. "I don't want anyone to intrude on this moment. I don't want anyone else to see you like this. It's selfish but I've already committed enough sin as it is."

He didn't care about sinning if sinning meant feeling your sweet pussy around his dick. "Then we shouldn't be in the hallway." You tried to push him off but that only got him to push his hips all the way against yours, the slight curve of his cock rubbing against your inner walls. "Fuck you and your perfect body."

"Mhm, go right ahead. I welcome it." His pace was slow on purpose, made to drive you mad with lust. He wanted you to chase him as much as he chased you. "Go on, don't you want my cock? You better show me how much you want it." Lucifer growled as he bit your shoulder, drawing blood and making your pussy ripple around him. "My cute painslut, how rough do you want it?"

You gulped and turned to meet his demonic eyes and bloody lips. "If Heaven won't see us then make them hear us."

"Where the fuck do you think you're going little slut? I don't remember telling you you could leave." Adam's big hand wrapped around your forearm and squeezed. "I thouht I told you not to leave my bed till my dick goes soft. Imagine my surprise when I find you sneaking around my house like this." He got in close to your face, anger evident on his masked face, in his tone, you could even imagine his cock pulsing with it.

"Sorry, I thought you'd had enough." You tried to pull away but he squeezed harder. "Adam, that hurts."

He scoffed at your complaint and pulled your smaller body against his. Golden wings dragged on the floor behind him, making him look as much of an angel now as he was a demon in bed.

"You bet your hot ass it hurts." His other hand wrapped around your hip and scooped you into the air. "Wrap your legs around me. Right this damn second." He wasn't good but you still couldn't bring yourself to disobey him. "That's a good bitch. If only you were so good before I wouldn't have to punish you now. You made me leave my comfy bed for this, you better make it worth it for my dick. You hear?"

"Yes Adam, sir." You let your head fall against his chest as he pushed his thick, huge cock into your sensitive pussyhole.

"That's it, make my dick wet, yeah, like that." He cooed against your ear and wrapped his wings around you, the soft feathers caressing your naked back. "Ride my cock and beg for my forgiveness."

You hooked your legs around his hips and rose up, staring into his golden eyes. "Sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to you, sir." You licked your lips and sat back down on his cock, feeling it splitting your cunt open. "I'm sorry for leaving you. You can punish me as much as you want."

"Hell yes I can. I will. Now you're not getting off my dick all day, for real. You'll be such a pretty cocksleeve today." Something similar to a warm smile flashed across his mask before replaced by a lecherous grin.

Cats were natural predators so it wasn’t odd for Husk to suggest to chase you. He had more than one advantage, his quick cat reflexes as well as his wings. You’d lose no matter what.

“Not much of game if you lose so easily, darlin’.” Husk pushed your head against the hard floor. “You should have given me more of a challenge.” His barbed cock dragged along the outside of your slick pussy as you tried to push your hips against him harder. “Bad girl, you can’t just take whatever you want.”

You chuckled and spread your legs more so he could climb on top of you better. “And why can’t I? You already know I don’t have your stamina yet you suggested I run all over the city. The casino was my last resort.” More specifically the only casino that he still had left. It was his safe heaven. And it meant you could do anything you wanted in here.

Husk purred against the back of your neck as the tip of his cock caught on your entrance.

“Such a shame. We need to work on you stamina. You need to be able to keep up with me. Or else you’ll never keep up with me in my rut.” His cock sank in easily, aided by the wetness from your pussy. “Opening up for me so easily. But you know, I’m debating on giving you what you want. I think I’ll keep you pinned like this and not let you move an inch.”

Shit. This did some back to bit you just not in the way you expected it to.

“I’ll make you move.” You clenched your inner walls around his cock but Husk was more stubborn than most demons in Hell. He wouldn’t fold easily, not even to you.

“Keep massaging my dick sweetheart. Get all the cum out of it okay, I’ll keep us tied together.” His teeth nibbled on your shoulder while he spoke. Not only would you have his cum marking you when you walked out of here but also his bite marks.

Valentino owned everything and everyone in the Studio. That included you. When he says keep still you’re still, when he says open up you open up, when he says run you run. You won’t get far, but he lets you make it just to the door before you feel his arms wrap your your hips and lift you up into the air. “No, no, no, not outside. You know I can’t let you do that without me, my darling. There are dangerous people out there.”

Two of his hands held your legs open while the third one played with your pussy, right in front of the door where people could see. The embarrassment flushed through you and you realized that running to the door might have been a mistake. You had the whole Studio to play in yet you chose this as your destination.

“Will you punish me for trying to escape?” You tilted your head to look up at him right in time for him to cup your jaw and capture you in a kiss.

“My whore knows me so well, that’s why I like you best of all.” Valentino tasted almost sickeningly sweet, his taste made you as dizzy as his big cock being pushed inside your tight pussy. “It’s so tight already. After all that time time you spent with my cock in your cunt today.” His claws dug into your thighs as he flicked your sensitive clit, causing your overstimulated yet full pussy to obey his touch and squeeze down on his cock.

You were good for him but you still craved this, the hard, punishing thrusts if his cock. “Give me… your cum… please, Val.”

“Asking to be breed like a bitch in heat where everyone could see you, now I know you’re fit for this job. I always choose my toys well.” Valentino’s cock pulsed as it emptied it’s seed inside your womb and pushed it in while his hips smacked and press against yours. Your pussy squeezed around him as much as it could, silently begging for more.

This wasn’t a typical chase. In fact Vox insisted he could find you and make you come without even exiting his news room. You could run anywhere within Pentagram City, he could always follow you. “Wrong turn.” You heard his voice in your ear and a second later felt a pleasant vibration in your pussy.

You leaned against the brick wall for a second. You weren’t allowed to catch your breath, the vibrations only got faster, along with the slow thrusting motion. It made walking hard let alone running. But you still did, you’d play this game of his and you would get your prize.

As you turned around the corner you looked behind, half-expecting him to be there. The vibrating toy sure made it seem that way. It was modeled after Vox’s cock after all, all the way to the patterns running to the tip of it.

“Vox, I want to go back.” You breathed as you pressed against the wall, legs shaking and thighs dripping with your pussy juice. “I want you to fuck me.” You demanded not fully knowing if he could hear you too. A chuckle echoed around you, confirming that he could. The toy stopped for a moment before it started going so fast your legs could no longer hold you. You fell down on all fours, legs spread open and ass in the air, just barely hidden from the view of everyone but Vox.

“Lift your skirt, let me see what’s mine.” Shaky hands obeyed his words, giving the camera’s around the perfect view of the toy thrusting in and out of your drenched hole, your hips swaying back, trying to find more release. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

[finniestoncrane]

Ain't So Bad

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.1k i want this man to do horrible things to me, i want him to tell me he'll make sure i'm ok when i know full well he's the most dangerous thing around, he's driving me INSANE anyway i'll have a softer thing for him soon!! 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: dubcon/noncon, restraints, use of 'no' but reader is quick to do as told, restraints, slight threat, gun mention, hair pulling

The sun had thankfully almost set, the long shadows cast by it a welcome relief, though it did mean that night was coming, along with the threats that were its constant companion. But you always assumed you were safe, travelling with your own companion. Especially when that companion was Cooper Howard. Charming, despite his foul attitude that put most people off. Handsome, at least to you, and much to the disappointment of the more ‘reserved’ folks you came across out in the wasteland. And you felt lucky, most of the time, to consider him yours. But you suspected that, while he kept the danger away, that there was a reason for that.

Even predators had something they were afraid of. There was always a greater evil.

And as the darkness fell, his silhouette lit only by the small fire in the corner of the roofless room, you began to realise that Cooper was a lot more dangerous than you had let yourself come to terms with.

“Cooper, wait… we’re not safe enough, I don’t…”

You trailed off, aware that your words were falling on deaf ears as Cooper dragged his dry lips across your cheek, grazing his teeth against the skin as you felt him pushing you backwards, your spine straightening against the crumbling wall behind you.

“It ain’t so bad out here… certainly won’t be when you see what I’ve got in store for you.”

“Please, Cooper… no, Coop, I can’t-”

Interrupted by your own sharp inhale, you held the breath as you watched Cooper’s eyes settled on yours, your hands above you head against the wall, his hands tight around your wrists, preventing you from holding him back any further.

“I’m here to keep you safe, darlin’. You’ll be fine.”

His words meant very little against what you knew was lurking out there, and your nerves pushed your protests out of your clamping throat.

“But Cooper, you know I get scared… I don’t want to do this, not here.”

“Well too bad, missy…”

He lifted your hands and slammed them back down again, watching as you winced at the dull pain.

“… it ain’t like there’s a nice place I can take a girl like you for something like this…”

Cooper’s grip loosened, one of his hands leaving yours as he fumbled with the belt on his pants. You could have easily pulled away, but you didn’t. You couldn’t be sure why, and you chose not to linger on that thought, luckily distracted from it as Cooper’s unbuckled belt clanged, his eyes back towards you.

“…Now, are you going to be a good girl and take it?”

The free hand now drifted to his hip, pushing back his long coat, his palm lazily resting on the holstered gun by his side before he continued speaking. Slowly, clearly, in a low, guttural tone.

“Or am I gonna have to be a bad man and take. It.”

His stare penetrated you, like he could see through your skull to the wall you were trapped against. Your chest seemed to stay completely still despite the deep breaths you took. When you tried to speak, your tongue stayed flat, your lips trembling, nothing but a squeak of air managing to pass between you.

“I asked you a question.”

All you offered was a stuttered mumble and a sheepish nod of your head, a smile offered to you by Cooper as he kicked your legs apart with his muddy boot. Two gloved fingers teased at the front of your pants, pulling them away from skin before sinking below the waistband and brushing against your thickened lips. Excitement, adrenaline, fear. All of it passed over you in a heartbeat, your heart fluttering as he removed his hands from you. Bringing the fingers to his lips, he bit down on the leather with his yellowed teeth, tearing off the glove and tossing it to the ground. His fingers were back down quickly, spreading apart your folds. His uncovered fingers delved inside of you, only briefly, before he withdrew that small modicum of pleasure from the otherwise intense and nerve-wracking situation.

As he separated himself from you, your back arched involuntarily away from the wall, your body betraying your protests as you ached for more of his touch.

“My, my… you sure were fussing a lot for someone who is clearly enjoying themselves…”

Bringing his two fingers up, he spread them apart, watching carefully as your slick stretched in long strands between them.

“Bend over.”

“Cooper, wait, please, I-”

Gripping your waist, Cooper knocked you off balance and let you fall to the floor, a cloud of dust rising up around you.

“I done enough waitin’, darlin’.”

As you struggled to get onto all fours, you felt yourself knocked once more, cheek slamming to the ground as your arms were pulled up behind your back. You could feel the rope tightening around your skin, your wrists bound together and stuck against your spine.

“Now listen, you just lie there…”

He leaned down, whispering into your ear, his hot breath tingling you, making the hairs rise on the back of your neck.

“… and try to keep quiet.”

Behind you, Cooper fell to his knees, pulling down his own pants before turning his attention to yours, uncovering just enough of you that he knew he could slip himself between your thighs and into your wet, warm cunt without leaving either of you too vulnerable to any surprise guests.

Once his other glove was off, you could feel his palm sliding up your back, cracked nails scratching at the nape of your neck before his fingers gripped your hair. Your back contorted as he lifted your face from the ground, positioning you perfectly for his curved cock, lubed with his own drool which he let drip down from his lips in a long, lewd strand, to slide inside of you with little mercy. He pounded into you once, setting the tone for the rest of the encounter you had to endure.

But he hadn’t lied.

“Just a little longer, darlin’, we’ll have you back on two legs… just hng gimme… ah… fuck, that’s it…”

His brutal pace, the way he was so desperately trying to get to the conclusion, the relief, the pain of the stretch, the heat in your own chest that made you moan in response to the way his cock pulsed within your walls.

But he was true to his word.

Because while one hand was tugging at the hair, fingernails scratching your scalp, his hips bucking into your body, knocking you forward and into the ground, his other hand clutched the shotgun, finger teasing the trigger, tempted to send shots into the air at his climax, but ready to defend you both against anyone, or anything, that threatened to interrupt him.

“See, darlin’… not so bad after all.”

[starboye]

starring: nerdy!matt sturniolo x male reader

request: matt helping you study (or at least trying to) and you're to horny to even focus so you tease matt the whole time

warnings: smut, cursing, teasing, edging, blow job, nerdy!matt

"c'mon matt you got this just read the paragraph" you coo as if you didn't have your hand wrapped around his cock slowly pumping away, he offered to help you study for your upcoming test but this isn't what he meant, but maybe it was his fault for agreeing to study while laying in bed knowing you would very well do this to him "ngh please y/n we have to study" matt whimpered, his thighs twitching with each slight move of your hand, i mean how could matt be so dumb to think you would actually call him over just to study.

"don't worry about me i'll ace the test because i have my very smart boyfriend to help me study, right" you tease rubbing you thumb across his aching leaky tip "i mean how would i ever do anything with out you helping me" you says kissing his cheek and moving down to lay small kisses on his neck "please" matt whispers "m'gonna need you to speak up matty" you taunt him and now he's not sure how much more of this torture he can take before he blows "ple- mm fuck y/n... please suck me" matt lowly repeats.

"happily" you quickly kiss him before your traveling down and getting comfy in between his legs, you fully take off his underwear and pants and lick his tip, flicking the beads of pre cum onto your tongue "mmm you taste so good matt" you smile before you start slapping his dick onto your tongue, matt by now has thrown the book somewhere onto the bed and as much as he didn't want to bring his eyes to your, fearful of the effect it might have on him he couldn't stop looking at you.

you sunk your mouth onto his twitchy dick and bobbing your head up and down, matts hands flew to grip the sheets of your bed tightly, watching your actions through fluttering eyelashes "fuckkk" matt let out broken guttural moans that sounded like he was on the edge of cumming but you quickly pull off his dick, jerking him off to make up for the loss of your mouth "i cant have you cumming that quick now can i" you tease even more, your hand moving at an agonizingly slow pace that left him just on the edge but never cumming.

"fuck y/n... please i wanna cum" matt whines, thighs twitchy to the touch of your hand "i know but you can hold it for just a little longer" you say leaning down to kiss his thighs, one hand moving to fondle his balls a little "mm mm" he shakes his head, biting down on his lip to silence his moan, he was thanking god that you're family wasn't home right now to hear him and his whiny noises.

you wanted to draw this out for longer, edge him on again and again just to ruin it but his cute face scrunching with each of you teasing moves made you take pity on him, you sink your mouth back onto his cock and resume bobbing your head up and down till matt was writhing uncontrollably in his place before cumming in your mouth, loud whimpers flood from his mouth just as his cum floods your mouth.

you bring your head up and wipe your mouth of the arousal before crawling towards his dazed face and kissing him, you lay flat on his huffing chest "we should study together more often" you say snuggling into him "ye... yeah definitely" matt says finally coming back to his senses "did you really study for that test though" matt asks now rubbing you back "nope" you say unbothered making matt roll his eyes.

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[bunnys-kisses]

baby trap - (vol. 1) toji fushiguro

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: you were toji’s girlfriend? baby girl? sugar baby? slut? you were a lot of things to toji fushiguro. he paid for your college, fucked you in his car but also had a grasp on you like no other man.  tags: ddlg, dark themes, smut, multiple orgasms, baby trapping a/n: remember, the ask box is open!

you were toji’s girlfriend? baby girl? sugar baby? slut? you were a lot of things to toji fushiguro. he paid for your college, fucked you in his car but also had a grasp on you like no other man. 

he broke your phone once because he saw you had tinder downloaded, even though you were both never an official item. he paid, you fucked. but after that moment, he made it very clear that you were not getting with anyone else. 

but the sex and a brand new phone patched up any fear you had towards him. he kissed you when he overstimulated you, kissing back the tears that were sliding down you cheeks. he bit at your nipples until they bruised and became puffy with abuse. 

like lightning in a cyclone, you were two forces that only found a place with one another. it wasn’t normal, you were never going to have the perfect nuclear family life that your cousins had. you were going to be the girl of a trained killer. and he loved that you accepted that fate. as his strong arms wrapped around you like a snake, tightening when you struggled. there was no escaping him. 

but he made it up with small bits of love, rough sex and money. he’ll happily slip tens of thousands of yen between your pretty glossed lips if it meant you’ll be a good girl. beg, shake, wag your tail, that kind of stuff. 

you were both at your local love hotel about half an hour west of your dorm. toji had been a bit more clingy this evening as he picked you up. it was unusual for him. usually he had his big hand on your bare thigh as he drove, but this time he was kissing you with chapped lips against your temple and jaw as he stopped at red lights. 

  “what’s gotten into you?” you had asked as you chuckled at his affection. he went in for a kiss on the lips and you melted. 

  “aw nothing, angel. just let daddy show you some love.”

  “i thought love wasn’t your thing.” you remarked. 

  “well, two months apart changes things.” he smirked against your warmed skin. he swore he could feel the pinpricks in the condom in his pocket. he just hoped you wouldn’t notice. 

toji’s had enough of this childish shit. apparently breaking your old phone wasn’t enough to keep you loyal. he found texts between you and another guy on your phone when you were in the shower one time. he knew you were a bit of an airhead, you don’t listen. 

but maybe a little bit of change will fix that. it’ll take a few months, but girls your age usually had children by now. right? the light changed and he continued to drive until you got to the hotel. now at the hotel, you went into the washroom to wipe off your make up and toji lounged on the bed. 

he was nude by the time you exited the bathroom. you got naked as well, casual between the two of you. he was rather use to your nude form. as you moved around the room with not a single stitch on, toji’s mind wandered to changes your body will do in the coming months. it made his cock twitch. pervert.

  “come. sit.’ he said as he sat up, “i want you honey. lie back, let daddy take care of you.” his gaze followed you as you sat on the bed and spread your legs. he pushed you down fully on your back and he got between your legs. legs over his shoulders as he spread your pussy lips with his fingers and started to lick like a hungry man.

you let out a small gasp as you felt him slip two fingers inside of you, ravishing your pussy like he heard the word from god to do it. his hard cock pressed against the mattress

  “toji!” you gasped as your back arched but then he used his hand to hold you down while he continued to pleasure you with his tongue and other hand. 

  “yea keep it easy, baby girl. daddy’s got you.” he purred before he assaulted your clit with his tongue and his canine teeth which made your legs kick out but he kept you against the bed, “what did i say?” his voice lower and deadlier. 

  “sorry, sir.” you whimpered as you held onto his head, feeling his soft strands of dark hair under your fingertips. 

  “good girl, just let daddy take care of you. i’ll always take care of you.” he growled between your legs. his assault continued, unrelenting as he devoured your clit and fingered you until your moans got caught in your throat. 

you clung onto the mattress as you felt the washes of orgasm over you. your cheeks felt heated, your pussy felt slick. even sweat dampened your hairline from the heat in the room.

toji knew what he was doing. you weren’t the first baby girl he had, but you’d the last. the first to move on to baby mama title. don’t worry, he’ll take good care of his family. just don’t expect your first child to be your last, okay?

he couldn’t imagine a life without you. even without the money, he just wanted to have you at all times. his pace was brutal, he could feel your wetness on his tongue as he continued. he knew his little slutty baby girl loved when it was rough, that was the only way you could get off. it toji tried to be like those limp-dick boys from your university, you’d never cum. 

he exhaled deeply against your clit, his own breathing became heavy with lust as he rubbed his hard cock against the bedsheets. soon your thighs were pressed around his head as you felt closer to orgasm. he enjoyed your loud moans and continued work on you.

with another loud moan you came on his tongue. he felt you tense up around him as you finished on his mouth. your wetness glistened his lips and chin, highlighting his scar as he pulled his head away and looked up at you.

  “enjoy that angel?” he asked.

you nodded softly, “yes daddy.” but had little time to say much else before he was rolling you onto your stomach with your hips lifted. you heard him rustle with the condom while made you wetter.

little did you know.

  “how do you feel, angel?” he asked as he rubbed your ass after he got the hole filled condom on. he was glad you couldn’t see the glee on his face in that moment. 

 “i feel good, daddy.”

  “good.” 

next chapter of your lives was about to begin. don’t worry your little head about it, daddy will take care of you. he dragged his thumb down your clit and watched your shiver before he grabbed his cock and pushed into you. he watched your back arch in pleasure.

oh did toji love you, or at least his version of love. something that had been twisted by time. he wanted every inch of you, he’d do whatever to keep you. even if it meant you having his brats. don’t worry you’ll look cute nursing one, chasing another and pregnant with a third. toji will take care of everything because daddy takes care of everything.

he started to fuck into you, his hands on your hips but soon his hand was in your hair to get better leverage to go deeper and deeper into you, his balls hitting your ass as he fucked himself into you. the condom providing little protection for you. 

he knew there was a good chance you weren’t going to get pregnant, but he’ll just have to keep trying and trying until it worked. he could hear your pants and moans, the pathetic attempts to call him daddy. you were his good girl, the innocent little angel he spoiled and cursed to damnation. y

you moved with his thrusts, pushed forward then pulled back. in a repeated, rapid cycle as he fucked you. he fucked with intensity. 

  “that’s it. that’s my girl.” he watched your ass jiggle a he moved against you, his cock was as deep as it could go. he slapped your cheeks and his cock twitched in you as you moaned from the slap.

he picked up speed, his breathing became rapid the muscles of his abdomen clenched as he felt closer to orgasm. but you beat him to it as he watched you practically scream into the bed as orgasm washed over you. your pussy clenched around his cock as he practically had you bouncing on it.

  “daddy! daddy!” you gasped, almost pleading as he bullied his cock into you. you were the perfect cock sleeve for him. he was definitely going to get you pregnant. you were going to be his for the rest of your days. he wasn’t letting you go, he wasn’t letting go of a pussy like that. 

filling out with pregnancy would only be the cherry on top of it all. he leaned over you and bit at your ear as he kept your head into the covers. his hips moving quickly and coordinated to hit your sweet spot often. he wanted to make sure you never forgot who owned your sweet sex. 

you were practically a rag doll against him as he whispered hot nothings into your ear as his hips pushed against your soft ass. his cock reached areas that you never thought were possible. 

  “that’s it angel. that’s it. you are mine, got that. you are nothing without me, you are my good girl. my baby girl, my stupid whore that i have to show the way of the world to. you’re mine, got it? i want you to say it.”

you moaned loudly, “i’m yours daddy, i’m only yours. i don’t want any other man! please, please have me forever!!!” before your eyes rolled back as a second orgasm followed. 

you tightened around him once more and he bit back a hard groan as he continued to fuck the living daylights out of you. his breathing was ragged, her felt sweat drip down his hot back in this warm room. two figures fucking on a rented bed, one with the intention of impregnating the other.

he held you by the back of your neck and lifted his leg up to get a better angle to pivot inside of you. your screams were muffled by the covers. he could feel your shivers as you laid under him. he knew your brain was blanking out right now, but that was how he wanted his little wife. 

  “that’s it baby girl.” he purred, “remember, daddy owns you. lock and key until the day we die.”

  “yes, daddy.” you said breathlessly. the corners of his mouth curled upwards as he could tell that your brain was totally blank. there wasn’t a single thought in your head right now that had nothing to do with daddy’s hard cock pounding away inside of you. 

  “that’s what i want to hear. good girl.” he said in a low tone as his thrusts remained brutal against you. he knew your body would  be bruised with your insides painted white. all by his hand. 

his tongue glided across his top lip, touching the scar as he continued to move against you. the bed moved a bit more against the wall, making a good acquaintance with the white wall.

your eyes rolled back a little bit as he hit a nerve deep inside of you. he gripped onto you, and you moaned into the bed. it wasn’t long before both you and him came together. his voice low and rugged, while yours hit a higher pitch. but muffled by the soft pillows he kept you pinned to. 

soon he pulled out of you, and saw a small string of cum that connected his flushed tip with your entrance. he smirked to himself and wiped away the string. pleased with himself. he threw out the holey condom into the near by waste bin. you trusted him, you won’t check if there were any holes. 

you rolled onto your stomach and made a small whining noise for his attention. he went to tend to your needs, scooping you up into his arms and kissing the bridge of your noise. 

  “with me, angel?” he said softly. the warmth in his chest, pride of finally laying the groundwork to keep you by his side forever. baby trapping felt like a bad word, he was just putting you on the right path. and he couldn’t wait till it came to light.

soon you were whispering in his ear, asking for him to go again. toji couldn’t say no to his baby girl. after all he had a whole pack of condoms with holes in them to use before the lube dried out. 

  “of course, anything for you.” anything for you, mama. 

[slut4thebroken]

Meant to Be

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jonathan Crane x innocent intern!reader

Summary | You and Dr. Crane can finally be together.

Warnings | NON CON sexual content, 18+, rape, kidnapping, drugged, forced relationship, crying, innocence kink, forced kissing, praise, anal, no lube, no prep, painful sex, housewife kink?, promises of forced breeding lol, a lil ooc, delulu!Crane <3

Words | 1.7 k

Notes | READ THE WARNINGS. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CHOOSE TO VIEW. This was based off of a Reddit audio lmao so enjoy :)

Ao3 link | <3

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Your eyes opened slowly, but when you realized you weren’t in your bed, you felt instantly more alert— rapidly looking around the room to try and remember where you were and how you got here. You still felt foggy and tired from waking up, but it was almost overshadowed by fear now.

You saw Dr. Crane across the room and your heavy, panicked breathing alerted him to your newfound consciousness. You suddenly realized what was happening and why you weren’t at your home. When he moved closer, you let out a panicked whimper, holding back tears as you tried to move, but being unable to because of the restraints on all four of your limbs. 

“Shh, shh… Don’t cry, angel. You’re safe now.” He said softly and you let out a choked sob as you shook your head to disagree. “Yes… No one can hurt you here.” You shook your head more violently, but immediately stopped when you got dizzy. “Are you still a little fuzzy, darling? The drug should wear off very soon, don’t worry.” 

“Drug?” You whimpered, voice barely audible. 

“Yes. You had a little too much to drink at the staff party last night and I offered to take you home. You were so drunk that you didn’t even question the pill I gave you.” He laughed warmly, making your stomach drop. “I had a whole plan for our first time together, but when I saw you at the party… you just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.” 

“Please let me go.” You whimpered and he shushed you. 

“I know you like playing hard to get but we’re here now, there’s no need to continue acting coy.” When he sat down on the bed next to your hips, you writhed in the restraints, trying so hard to get some distance. “Look at you squirming…” he cooed, “I’m excited too, darling. I won’t make you wait much longer, I just want to savor this moment— I’ve been planning this for so long.” He reached out to pet your hair and you flinched away from his touch, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to get yourself to wake up from this nightmare. 

“I started planning it right after your interview, if you can believe it. The second I saw you, I knew you were the one.” He stroked your hair, ignoring the grimace on your face as you tried to stifle your cries. “But I bided my time, waiting for the right moment. I let you think you were making a real difference with that internship even though we both knew you weren’t. You just looked so adorable trying so hard to gain my praise and approval.” 

“Dr. Crane..” You whimpered, desperate for him to snap out of whatever trance he was in. There’s no way that your boss— your mentor— has been thinking about you this way the whole time. 

“I know, angel. I know you felt the same— I could see it. And now we’re finally together.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, making you whine uncomfortably and try to turn your head away. He just grabbed your jaw to hold you still as he kissed you. After a torturously long moment, he pulled back so that his lips brushed yours, then whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” 

He kissed you again, this time licking at your tightly sealed lips. When you wouldn’t open your mouth, he tightened his grip on your jaw and forced it open, letting his tongue slip inside. His free hand cupped your covered breast, lightly squeezing, making your cheeks heat up from embarrassment at the unfamiliar act. He pulled your dress down enough to free your breast, then started rolling your nipple between his fingers, forcing a gasp out of you. 

He kissed across your jaw, then down your neck and chest, and you couldn’t hold down the whimper when his hot mouth enveloped your nipple. He sucked and licked teasingly, occasionally biting, making you wince. 

“So perfect.” He whispered, moving to your other breast to give it the same treatment. “You are so beautiful, darling.” His hands met your thighs and he started slowly snaking them up. 

“No..” You whimpered, squirming away from his touch and letting out a soft sob as he leaned up again. 

“Yes. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He said softly, clearly not understanding what you actually meant. When he started pushing your dress up your body, your crying intensified. 

“Please, I— I’m a… Please don’t do this.” He shushed you and gently brushed your hair back. 

“I know you’re pure, angel. I have no intention of taking that from you right now.” You almost breathed a sigh of relief. “I can’t fuck you there— not yet.” The second the meaning of his words registered in your head, you started thrashing again, trying to get away, especially when he ripped your panties clean off your body. You were suddenly hit with the realization that this was actually happening— this was real. 

“No! Please don’t!” You sobbed, kicking your legs as much as you could in the restraints. 

“Be a good girl and I’ll prep you first.” You couldn’t help it though. You screamed and cried and fought until he lost his patience. “Fine. You want to act like a little brat? Then that’s how you’ll be treated.” He spat, quickly opening his pants and shoving them down enough to remove his cock. 

“No!” You cried, trying to squirm away from him. 

“Stop it.” He hissed. “I’m trying to be nice— What happened to my good girl, hm?” 

“Please let me go.” You whimpered, letting out a choked sob when he settled between your legs. He used what little slack there was in the rope holding your ankles to bend your legs slightly, giving him better access. When he lined himself up with your entrance and added some pressure, you sobbed more intensely, begging him to just let you go. 

The blunt head of his cock pushed harder against your hole and when it finally breached your opening, you let out a shrill scream, making him place a hand over your mouth. 

“Oh fuck…” He groaned, closing his eyes as his mouth opened in a silent moan. “So fucking tight.” He didn’t stop until he was all the way in and your cries turned violent as your body quivered with pain and fear. “I know, baby, I’m so happy I could almost cry too. And you’re doing such a good job— taking me so well.” He slowly dragged his hips back until only the tip was inside, then pushed in just as slow, continuing that pace. 

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned. “I know it hurts but I couldn’t possibly take your innocence from you— not until the time is right. That’s why I have to keep fucking your ass for a while.” You let out a strangled cry at the thought of this happening again and shook your head as much as you could with his hand on your mouth. “I know, but I have to wait, sweet girl. Once you’re ready, then I’ll fuck that little pussy— put a baby in you.” Your eyes widened and you let out another sob in response. “I’m going to make you a mommy. Would you like that, angel?” He asked softly and you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Maybe not yet. But soon enough you’ll grow to love your new life here— as my little housewife. You won’t have to worry about anything else other than keeping me happy and giving me babies.” He cooed, gently cupping your cheek with his free hand, making you flinch. His thrusts turned more forceful and rough, getting worked up by his own words. He rutted into you desperately, chasing his orgasm and ignoring your muffled sobs and pleas. 

“God- I can’t wait to come home from work everyday, find you in the kitchen cooking our dinner, your belly nice and full.” He moved his free hand down to rub at your belly, feeling the phantom baby bump. “You’re gonna look so pretty all swollen with my baby.” He all but whined. 

He suddenly released your mouth and before you could try and scream again, he was kissing you, forcing his tongue in your mouth as his hips humped into you desperately. You just laid there frozen as you cried, not able to make yourself do anything else. He pulled back, but his lips were still brushing yours. 

“Don’t worry, angel. I’m still gonna fuck this needy little pussy.” His hand moved from your belly to lightly rub at your clit. “But maybe after you push out my kid, I’ll give your cunt a break until you’re all healed.” 

“No,” You cried, not wanting anything he was promising. 

“I know you’re not ready yet, sweetheart.” He uttered softly, making you whimper and shake your head. “But you don’t need to be nervous,  you’re going to make a great mommy— god I'm so excited to see you like that.” 

His thrusts turned frenzied now, rutting into you at a brutal pace. He moved his hand from your clit to your hole, gathering what little arousal you had, then bringing his hand back up to suck it off his fingers with a vulgar moan. 

“Fuck— I can’t wait to taste you properly.” He said through a heavy breath. His sounds grew louder and his movements more forceful until he finally buried his head in the crook of your neck again with a low groan. His hips snapped into you once more before stilling all the way inside. 

“Keep squeezing me like that..” He said through a breath. You whined uncomfortably and he shushed you, then cooed, “I know— it feels good for me too, baby.” He panted as he came down from his orgasm, then lifted his head to look at you. 

“I love you so much, angel. I can’t believe I got so lucky.” He said softly, cupping your cheek. You kept crying and he wiped the tears as they fell. “I know. You’re too overwhelmed with emotions right now— I am too. But you’ll adjust soon, then we can just be happy together. We can finally be a family, like we were meant to be.” 

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𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗽𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 | kitten braden x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | your girlfriend's been too nervous to show you the results of her hormone therapy until now, and you figured it was better not to pressure her if she was feeling self-conscious... but now that she's got a bit of chest to show off, you have no intentions of holding back.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 1.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SMUT (18+ only), established relationship, slight d/s dynamic, basically just titty play and that's all it needs to be

“Can I see them?” you asked, but it was supposed to be a rhetorical question— you never expected her to actually hesitate.

She held the straps of her dress, swaying back and forth shyly.  “W-well… I’m still a little self-conscious about them,” she admitted.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, “you’ve been wanting them for so long—”

“They’re not quite what I imagined, is all,” she explained.

“I’m sure they’re perfect, darling, just let me see,” you sighed, not at all too proud to beg.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me?” she pouted.

“Darling— of course,” you whispered.  “You’re always beautiful to me.”

“Okay, if you say so…”

She bit her lip slightly as she pulled the thin straps down slowly revealing more of her chest to you.  You wanted to watch her face, still— just because her shy expression was so sweet and so rare— but obviously, your eyes were glued to one place once she showed you her breasts.

You couldn’t imagine what she was disappointed by.  They were maybe small compared to her wildest fantasy, but for your tastes they were plenty full— petite but round and heavier at the bottom, the most lovely and gentle curve to them, the subtlest cleavage between them.

“Fuck, Kitten,” you finally blurted out when words returned to you.  “Jesus, I didn’t think you could get any more perfect…”

Her cheeks flushed and she swayed again, clasping her hands together which seemed to push her breasts together as well.  “You think so?”

“Darling, if you don’t come get on this bed right now…” you warned with a laugh, making her giggle and approach you.  “Can I touch them?”

“Well, of course,” she breathed, “but— be careful… I’m not sure if they’re still growing, you know, it’s only been a few months…”

“Right, sure— I can be gentle,” you assured, even if you did partly fear that some animal instinct would take over once you got your hands on her.  “A little closer, Kitten…”

She scooted closer to you on the bed, sighing as you reached forward and pet her shoulder first.  Just from that, you saw her nipples get a bit harder, and you had to take a deep breath to stabilize yourself.

“Have you touched them?” you wondered.

“It’s hard not to,” she chuckled, “can’t really avoid them when I’m showering or getting dressed—”

“No, baby— have you played with them?” you clarified, even though she obviously knew what you meant before.

She batted her lashes at you, glancing away.  “Maybe… once or twice.”

“You can barely keep your hands off them, can you?” you laughed.  She never answered— all you heard was a moan as you finally brushed your fingers over them, barely teasing the hardened nipples, caressing the outermost curve of each one.

“O-oh,” she whispered, “I like it better when you do it, I think.”

She must have added that I think at the end as a challenge to you.  You pinched a little pink bud until she whimpered— which wasn’t very much at all— and you smirked when you noticed her hips rocking up just a bit.

Putting your hands around them both more firmly, you gently kneaded at them, watching her head tilt back with a sigh of pleasure.  “Darling— please, more…”

She probably just meant that she wanted to be touched more, but you could do better than that; or maybe you just couldn’t help it.  Leaning in, you caught one in your mouth and laved her with your tongue, smiling when she moaned loudly and grabbed suddenly at your hair.  

“Oh!” she moaned, the most beautiful noise, and you hummed back proudly.  “Oh, you devil— l-like that, just like that…”

You just licked at them at first, running your tongue slowly over each one, going back and forth, over and over.  Then you found yourself using the very tip of your tongue, even the gentlest brush of your teeth, to tease them; she writhed every time, nearly jolting against your touch.  You only teased her with your lips, though, kissing all around her swollen skin in between whispered praises.  “So perfect, Kitten,” you breathed, “you’re so beautiful— I can’t take it, how lovely you are… and you’re all mine…”

She bit her lip and nodded in agreement, still holding your head and struggling to keep herself together.  She’d probably figured out by now what you were trying to do, and she was only resisting it out of stubbornness… but even stubbornness gives way to desperation, and Kitten seemed to be more impatient than ever since starting her treatments.  “Please,” she finally begged, “I need… I need more…”

“What do you need, baby?” you asked innocently.

“Don’t… don’t play stupid,” she whined, “it doesn’t suit you.”

“Don’t be disobedient,” you returned, “you know what I want to hear, love.  Just say it and I’ll do it for you.”

“I… I want you to suck them,” she mumbled.

“Suck what, darling?”

“My tits,” she gasped, “fuck, please… suck my tits.  I need it so bad—”

You gave in, of course, wrapping your lips around the nipples and purring as she arched her back harder towards you. 

“Oh!  Yes, yes— like that, just like that,” she sobbed, grip on your hair tightening and pulling unintentionally.  It hurt you a little, but that only made you want to get back at her by suckling at her new breasts harder.  “Oh, fuck!  N-not so hard, they… they’re sensitive…”

“I think you like it like this,” you posited as you switched from one to the other.  “I think you like it a little rough, Kitten, even when you play shy.”

“How… how could you know that?” she challenged, and you grinned as you broke away slightly and looked up at her.

“You’re about to come in your panties, Kitten,” you noticed.  “It’s not hard to tell at all— did you think you were hiding it from me?”

She turned away, but it did nothing to obscure her reddened face.  “I… I told you they were sensitive…”

“But making a mess on yourself, just by having your little titties sucked?  Isn’t that sort of embarrassing?” you smirked.

“Yes,” she admitted with a pout, “but— just don’t stop, I’m so… I’m so close.  I need to come, please.”

“Of course,” you obliged, “but I’m not touching you anywhere else but here.  And you’re certainly not touching yourself.  Understand?”

She nodded diligently, biting her lip again as you leaned in closer, only to tease her more with playful licks across her skin.  “Oh, please— don’t be like that,” she whined, “I need to come so badly…”

“I know, baby, I know,” you cooed, finally capturing her nipple completely in your mouth again and suckling eagerly— you tried to go back and forth from an intense pressure to a delicate one, keeping her on edge in more ways than one.  She moaned louder the harder you sucked, but whimpered and rocked her hips more when you were more subtle about it.

“G’na… fuck, m’gonna come,” she admitted under her breath.  “I’ll… make such a mess for you, fuck, I’ll ruin this dress.”

You hummed in encouragement, and she knew well already how much you loved ruining her dresses.  If she had any sense, she wouldn’t keep seeing you while wearing such expensive ones.

“Please, please,” she begged helplessly, mindlessly, starting to go limp under your touch.  “Oh!  F-fuck, I—!”

She never got the rest of that out, gasping and sobbing as her hips rocked up into nothing,  You were too focused on continuing your work to get a good look— until she suddenly pushed you away when it became too much to bear, and you got a nice view of that pretty stain on her dress, around the outline of her still-throbbing erection.  “Good girl,” you praised with a grin.  “God, look how amazing you are— they aren’t just for show, huh?  You can come just from getting your cute little tits played with… you’re so fucking perfect, Kitten.”

“I-I wasn’t sure I’d really be able to finish,” she admitted, laughing and panting simultaneously.  

“I never questioned that,” you smirked, “what I’m more unsure of is if you’ll be able to go again.”

“Again?!” she yelped.

“C’mon, baby, you didn’t think I’d leave you in that sticky mess, did you?” you laughed.  “Pull up your dress, honey, let me clean you up…”

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Hiii! I had an idea for a Hozier fic :) I am an absolute sucker for friends to lovers and I wanna read a friends to lovers of Andrew. (No angst, I'm too sensitive for that, and then smut if you want) I just love the idea of him panicking to his friends about how much he likes you and how worried he is that you can tell. I also think it'd be funny if they were totally over it, telling him to grow up and what not. Just having him act like he isn't a fully grown man with how nervous you make him :) sorry for this being so long!!

Have a lovely day/night 🧡🧡

You’re so real for being too sensitive for angst, me to babe. That’s why I write smut instead. I might add more to this one. But here’s what I’ve got for now, I hope you like it and a lovely day/night to you too.

Little fic under the cut🩷

Andrew stared off at the spot you disappeared, as if he was waiting for the moment you would appear back out of the hall. Counting each second you were gone. His mind is just as much somewhere else.

“Andy! Hey, knobhead!”

The man in question jolted as he felt a beer bottle tapped on his knee. The call of his name rips him nearly painfully out of his daydreams.

“What?”

It meant to come out more harshly than that. But Andrew found himself breathless and weak. If Alex could’ve rolled his eyes any harder, he would’ve. 

“Jesus Christ, Andy. We lose you every time they’re around and every time they’re not here. When are you gonna tell them?”

Alex said, sounding just about as fed up as all of Andrew’s friends, family, anyone he told or could see his very blatant affections were. Everyone except you. Andrew felt a blush come to his cheeks, warming them a pink color. Whether it was Alex’s words or the thought of you, he wasn’t sure.

“I— I don’t know, I’m not sure if they like me like that.”

He answered, the same excuse he’s used a thousand times over. Alex scoffs, rubbing his hands over his face. As much as he loves Andrew, his intense pinning can get a bit annoying at times.

“It’s obvious! You are a grown man, Andrew! Just go for it. Or are you that fearful of rejection?”

Andrew huffs, perhaps a bit embarrassed at his very school boy like attitude. Looking back once more into the hallway you disappeared into and shrugs.

“I don’t want to lose them. If I confess and they don’t feel the same, how can we be friends after that?”

He asks, gaze falling onto his feet. Luckily, Alex seems to take some pity on him.

“I’m telling you, they do. I promise. You know I’d never lie about that.”

“Never lie about what?”

Andrew’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice. His already present flush deepening at the vulnerable conversation being interrupted. 

“Erm-“

He stutters for a moment, his tongue stuck to the roof of his dried out mouth and looks back at Alex. Who merely gestures at him to leave. Get it over with already. 

Andrew nods and stands. He can hear his own heart beating in his ears, a tremble in his knees. But he manages to get his voice to work. It sounds distant, like he’s not saying it at all.

“Actually, can I talk to you?”

Your agreement and smile stave off his nervousness. He can’t help, but smile back.

-Thad💚

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Better Off as Rivals | Luke Hughes

summary: the game didn’t go all too smoothly for Luke, but here comes the moment you’ve been waiting for: the reunion. but what happens when a curveball makes it less smooth than one of you would have liked?

request: yes/no

warnings: mention of blood, sad Luke, Mat Barzal (he deserves a warning for this part)

word count: 1.41k

author note: at the end of this part I mention the end THIS IS NOT THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THEIR STORY! There is one more left. will say though, it’s about time we give them a bit of happiness.

previous part | final part

You swore it was the longest game of your life.

Luke and Mat got into a fight in the second period and from that very moment, you hadn’t sat down.

It was a fight that seemed to build in the first third, both boys continuously chirping at each other with every chance that they got. When Mat was taking off in the hopes of calming him down it caused the Hughes boy to comment something that forced half of the Islander bench to hold the Canadian back.

You thought that the boys would have settled down by now. They had twenty minutes apart before they had to see each other on the ice again. Part of you wanted to think that Mat was giving Luke a piece of his mind for you, but when the Devils player was the first one to drop his gloves. That wishful thinking part of you was quick to disappear.

Both boys had been sent to their respective penalty boxes with the older of the two looking worse for wear as the younger had a shit eating grin on his face as he didn’t care about the blood that was gushing from his nose. Part of you was glad that they both found this all easier than you did because personally you wanted to die.

You literally thought that throwing yourself off of a cliff would have been easier than watching them continue to fight.

Thankfully for you though Luke didn’t play in the third half as the team ultimately feared the idea of him doing anything that could get himself ejected from the game.

When the whistle finally blew to signal the end of the game it was like a weight had lifted off your shoulders. It was like now you knew that they really couldn’t hit each other anymore.

So you stood by the entrance of the home locker room waiting for Mat to come and debrief what on earth went down between him and the boy.

You sent him a small smile as Mat made his way over to you. The scowl on his face was still evident. It reminded you of the time Luke ate a packet of Jacks gummy bears and the older boy didn’t talk to his brother until he replaced them, it took the younger four days of constant glares from the forward to figure it out.

But when Mat got to you the memory quickly frazzled out of your mind. The boy let his stick hit the floor as his gloves went to your cheeks.

The material warmed the apples of your face as you locker eyes with him. The look in his orbs was different to what you were used to, it was darker than usual. His eyebrows were furrowed as his tongue clicked between his lips.

You had no clue what was going on but to afraid to question the boy that was clearly in an irritated state.

Not that you were really complaining though as it meant that you had the chance to finally get a good look at the damage that Luke had done. You had to admit that Luke threw a good punch, something that you didn’t think that he had in him to do.

What you didn’t think would happen whilst you scanned Mats face, was that he’d kiss you.

It actually almost knocked you off your feet you were so surprised. Yeah Mat was cute and he paid attention to you but there was one thing that he didn’t have going for him, he wasn’t Luke.

But after a few seconds you had to admit that the kiss felt good enough to the point where you kissed him back.

Unfortunately for Luke he had to watch the whole thing. Yeah he had his suspicions about what you were with him and those sure did keep him up at night, but it was actually seeing it in the flesh that was different. Now there was not even a fighting chance for him in this equation.

Luke knew he would have been better off telling you the truth to begin with. But knowing something and doing something were two totally different things.

Just as that poster in your office cubicle used to say actions speak louder than words

How he used to think it was the cringiest thing he had ever seen before but now Luke was stood here actually agreeing with it.

Luke knew he was being dramatic but his heart felt like it was in front of him but he couldn’t get it back. So he was forced to watch as you pulled away from the older boy “let’s give them some privacy.” Nico’s voice was soft as he placed his hand on the Hughes boys shoulder.

Nico had been stood behind the younger boy so he got the front seat view of how Luke reacted to you getting some kind of action.

Sure he and Miles joked that it would be funny if Luke did end up liking you but they didn’t mean it like this. It seemed like in that very moment Luke finally felt the pain that he caused you to feel. His pain was different though, yours had been inflicted through words but his pain was through your actions and somehow that hurt more.

It was probably the total lack of knowledge that you were even doing anything wrong that hurt Luke the most.

Despite his captains suggestion Luke couldn’t take his eyes off of it he physically had no other option but to stay and stare as he felt stuck.

Your conversation with Mat ended with you telling him that you two would talk about what just happened later.

Watching as the Canadian walked into the locker room you couldn’t help but feel the holes that were being burnt into your head. With a confused look you turned around as you locked eyes with Luke.

You cocked your head as you walked over to him “you okay?” You asked as you furrowed your eyebrows.

Waiting for his lips to move so that his mouth could make a sound felt like an eternity “little sore,” for the first time in over a year did you hear Luke talk to you in a normal tone.

There was no snarky remark, sarcastic scoff or even hint of mean in his words. You never thought that you would see the day were he looked at you like you were a normal girl.

It was cruel how he still made you nervous enough to the point where you fiddled with your pocket causing you realised you still had his letter “this is for you.” You mumbled as you held out the white envelope to him.

It had his name marked in big cursive letters as it was your favourite way to write things.

The paper smelt like your perfume instantly letting Luke’s favourite smell invade his nostrils “thanks,” he sent you a nod as he took the item from you careful to not touch your hand in the exchange. It wasn’t to be rude, it was because if he had any physical contact with you Luke swore that he might pass out. He felt that nervous feeling rush over him as though he was getting blood drawn at the doctors office.

Watching with a grin you studied Luke’s hand to see the bruise forming on his knuckles from where he punched Mat “I should get going,” you confessed as you saw your coworkers motion you over to them.

The boy let out a sigh “okay,” he nodded feeling a sense of defeat despite the positive score line that the game had.

You pushed yourself onto your tippy toes as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a hug “and can we not have you fight like that again?” You asked causing the hockey player to laugh “think I can try that,” he smiled as you stood back down on the floor.

It was nice having him be civil “I’ll keep you too that.” You warned sending him a mini salute before you walked away.

Luke stood there watching as your figure went further away until you turned a corner meaning that you were now out of his sight.

Whilst it felt like closure for you,

It felt like the ending of the story had come about twenty pages too early for Luke.

[swee7dream]

slowly but surely zhong chenle x f!reader

genres agere content, angst, fluff warnings internalized anti-agere, mention of a panic attack but not in depth. lmk if i missed any ! wc 2.3k dni if you sexualize age regression

summary it's the end of the year but you are finding it very difficult to be in celebratory mood.

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

You’re going to quit your job.

You are, you’re making a promise to yourself about it and you have already decided to honor the promises you make to yourself this coming year. You are going to quit your job and nothing is going to stand in your way this time.

Only your boss would talk about an end-of-year party as a ‘compulsory team meeting’. You were supposed to have a nice simple evening with Chenle at home, making dinner together and then watching the fireworks until one of you falls asleep. A nice simple evening that did not have you hyperventilating in the bathroom out of fear you would be let go.

The plan was to stop by the store as soon as you finished your shift to ensure you got the freshest ingredients for the pesto pasta recipe you found on Pinterest and get more than the advised portions because you know for a fact half of it will end up on your kitchen floor when the play-fighting gets out of hand.

It was meant to be a night of relaxing and reflecting and not any of what you are feeling right now: stressed, angry, and murderous.

You take a sniff of your clothes as you walk from the bus stop back home, wondering if you can still wear this jacket out tomorrow or if you’ll smell like you bathed in alcohol fully dressed. Moisture seeps through your boot and into your sock from a puddle you didn’t notice on the sidewalk a couple of minutes back and you feel your entire body rejecting the sensation.

You mumble to yourself while doing quick work of inputting the PIN code to your front door lock, squeezing your eyes tight in an attempt to bring moisture back to your dried-out eyes.

‘Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep!’

The plan for the night repeats like a broken record in your mind, mentally pushing yourself to go on just a little longer. You let out a sigh of relief when the lock finally sings its tune of entrance after three failed attempts.

“There’s my girl. I thought someone was trying to break in or something.”

The mental image of you talking with your dolls and stuffed animals shatters like a priceless vase, the shards amounting to the grains of sand in the sea.

“Hi.” You drop your bag on the floor the second you have a foot inside. You were so excited about tonight, how could you forget so quickly? Your boyfriend is so excited to see you and all you can think about is how you want everyone to die, that’s rich.

“Hey.” Chenle’s smile drops at your lack of enthusiasm. “You okay?”

“Okay… Just tired. ‘m gonna take a bath, ‘kay?” Your lips barely part as you speak and your feet don’t lift an inch from the floor, shuffling down the hallway instead. Tongue trapped between your teeth, you stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret on the way to the bathroom.

—

Your own gasp wakes you and you find that you’ve fallen asleep in the tub. How long have you been asleep? The water’s not exactly warm anymore and you see your fingertips have pruned up like raisins. You poke at them while leaning over the edge before sighing. Chenle’s out there waiting for you, you remind yourself, you can’t just stay pruned up like this forever.

Only for a little bit longer. You hug your knees to your chest and rest your cheek on one of them as you watch all the water from your bath swirl down the drain like a whirlpool. You can’t help but blow your lips together, mimicking the sounds you think pirates caught in a whirlpool would make.

A knock at the door.

“Everything alright in there?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be right there.” The sound of your voice surprises you, feeling it’s much deeper than it should be for some reason.

The heat coming up from the vents is still too cold for you and although you know you should keep moving to feel warm, you find it much more comfortable to just stand in place on the rug.

Water drips off you and onto the rug and the towel wrapped tight around you where you shiver. Your hair is wet and heavy and if looks could kill, the shirt you planned to change into would be on fire at the moment. The feeling of heavy, damp hair wetting your new shirt makes you roll your eyes a bit, but the knowledge of your boyfriend on the other side of the door pushes you to endure it.

You’re in your own home but you sure don’t act like it, shuffling shyly out of the bathroom with uncertain steps.

“Le?”

“Oh.” He looks up from the shelf he was carefully inspecting before. “Hey baby. Good bath?”

“…yeah. What are you holding?”

“This?” He lifts his hand. “It’s one of your crayons. I found it lying on the floor and was just looking where to put it back.”

“It’s not mine,” You state firmly with a swift snatch. “It’s my nephew’s. He came over recently.”

“…your nephew colors with glitter crayons?” Chenle tries not to eye the grip you have that crayon in.

“Yeah. He does. Is that a problem?” You tuck the crayon into the pocket of your pajama pants quickly and make your way over to the kitchen.

“It’s not a problem, I just didn’t know he moved on so fast from his ‘arts and crafts is boring’ stage.”

“He’s coming around to it.” You move around the kitchen quickly, filling and turning on the kettle.

“Good for him.” Chenle stands slowly, when did his back start hurting like this? Is he getting old? Well, he is already balding. But that’s because of the hair dye, right? It’ll grow back. Probably.

“Yeah.” You toss a tea bag into a mug. “That’s just how kids are. Thank you for finding it.”

“Mhm.”

He takes notice of how you haven’t made eye contact with him since you snatched the crayon from him, how you still don’t. You try cracking your knuckles and wrists again and again, ignoring the fact that you already did before and nothing will pop for the next while or so.

You’re lying.

Why are you lying?

“Well, now I’m jealous.” Chenle leans on the counter with his forearms, teasing smile gently nudging you to at least look his way. “How come that little kid gets to color with my girlfriend when even I haven’t done that before?”

You don’t reply but his eyes follow how you swallow an invisible lump in your throat.

“It’s not like we have the ingredients to cook dinner tonight anyway, why don’t we just spend our home date tonight just coloring? You have more crayons, right?”

“No,” You reply immediately, turning away to get the kettle when it dings. “He just left this one. Why would I have any crayons? Do you think I’m a five-year-old?”

“I never said that.” He stands up, a frown of confusion painting his face.

“Right. Well, I don’t have any of those. And I don’t want to do a coloring date. I’m dating an adult, I would like to feel like I am.”

“Adults can color.”

“No they can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because they can’t.”

The kitchen is quiet, the single noise of the spoon mixing the tea and honey in your mug. With each second of silence, the control you have on your breathing weakens.

You do want to color. You want to doodle and draw and give Chenle all your stickman drawings. You want him to show you his pictures and you want to hear him praise the color you chose for the sun’s sunglasses. You want him to color with you and play with you until you’re all tired out. When you’re asleep you want him to cradle you and cuddle you, kiss you on the forehead, and hum you lullabies in an undertone.

But it’s also so unreasonable to demand that.

He has a life just as stressful if not more than yours, to throw all your burdens on him to bear, even if just for a few hours, is wrong. You would feel too guilty. Chenle’s dating an adult, not babysitting a child. Dating you should be an option, not a burden.

“They can’t?”

“They can’t.” You shake your head, voice breaking.

Chenle takes you into arms before you fully break, leaving all your tears to stain his t-shirt. His fingers dig into your hair and your whole body shivers when you feel his nails gently scratch against your scalp.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Princess, I don’t really know what happened today. Or if it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a long time… Either way, I’m sorry. If I’m the reason you’re crying right now, I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for not knowing what I’ve done wrong. I’m kind of slow on the uptake at times. If I’m not the reason you’re crying, I’m sorry you went through that, or, are going through that. I don’t really know…

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You looked like you were about to drop dead as soon as you walked in tonight so I wouldn’t blame you. I probably should have left earlier but I couldn’t help it. It’s the last day of the year and I really wanted to spend it with you. I’m kind of clingy like that, I guess. I was on my way here and… I was thinking how I would be ending this year and starting this next year with you and- and I wanted this to be how every year will be. Forever. Or, until you don’t it want to. Because I don’t feel like I will ever not want to be with you. I’m like… obsessed with you. But not to a point where I won’t leave if you tell me to leave. I definitely will leave if you ask me to leave. Do you want me to go? I can go. You look tired and I’m keeping you up-”

“No.” You interrupt, speaking into his chest. “Stay.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“But… I think I am gonna nap.”

“Yeah… Yeah, you should. I’ll just stay out here.”

“You’re an idiot.” You blurt. “A big dumb idiot. You’re dumb.”

“…yeah.”

“Want you to nap with me. Cuddle. Carry me.”

“Carry you…?” Chenle looks down at you, feeling whiplash at how quickly your moods change. He doesn’t question it though, melting at the sight of your big watery eyes. “Yeah, okay. Your wish is my command.”

You smile as you feel his arms wrap around you, his cologne entering your nose and giving you an incomparable high. His steps are slow and uncertain, careful to not hit your head on any doorframes. He begins lowering you onto the bed but your arms don’t loosen around his neck.

“Sorry too.” You whisper.

“For what?”

“Callin’ you dumb. You’re not dumb.”

“Thank you.” Chenle smiles, his eyes disappearing into thin little moons. “But, I am actually a little dumb.”

“No.” You frown as if the person offended was you. “Not dumb.”

“No?”

“No.” You insist. “’m the dummy.”

“What? No, Princess.” He sits on the side of the bed when his neck begins to hurt from the angle. “How could you think that?”

“’Cause,” Your eyes drop to his shirt, suddenly extremely interested in the wrinkles of his shirt. “Dunno. Thought you wouldn’t like me.”

“Wouldn’t like you? Baby, why would I not like you?”

“’Cause ‘m a dummy!” You whisper-yell at him as if he wasn’t listening. “Was bein’ mean earlier and takin’ stuff and… just wasn’t bein’ nice. And then I thought that you wouldn’t like me if I… I dunno.”

“If what?”

“If there was like… a side o’ me you didn’t really like. ‘n’ I scared you away… Don’t wanna be a bother, y’know?”

“You’re not a bother, Baby.” Chenle presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re my responsibility. I choose to do all these things. You’re never a bother. Never ever. Even if you get sick or get kicked out of your house or… I don’t know. No matter what, I choose to stay with you.”

“What if you choose to stop staying with me?”

“Did you kill someone?”

“No?”

“Then I think we can work through it.”

You giggle and lean back into him. He says such silly things with such confidence that he almost makes you believe it. Maybe one day you will.

“Oh shoot, your tea. I’ll be right back.”

The bed creaks under you as he gets up, the fireworks of overly-zealous celebrators with seemingly broken clocks lighting up his side profile pinks and purples through the window.

You stare at him and feel a warmth grow deep in your heart, an uncontrollable smile painted on your face. Chenle looks back at you with a confused smile, but you can see the same love in your heart in his eyes.

Yeah.

You also think that this is right. You don’t know if it’s for forever yet, but you sure hope it will be. That this year and the next and all the years until you’re both stars in the sky you two will be together. The fireworks will light up your faces when you’re both wrinkly and gray, wearing the same dorky grins you wear tonight.

You’re afraid, but you can feel that soon you’ll introduce a new side of yourself to Chenle. As he gets in the bed with you, looking out the window of your bedroom with his arm around your waist, the anxiety is the tiniest bit smaller than it was this morning. Slowly but surely, you know in your heart the day when you can show your heart bare to him will come and you’re not afraid

Maybe you’re afraid now but you know it’s only a matter of time before you free fall into his arms without a second thought. It's inevitable, you smile to yourself.

a/n: STRESSING to post this before the new year lolz. also, i hope y'all know that reader was toned down SO much over the drafts. when i get overstimulated i start wanting ppl to die and it's never that serious...... i rly had to get rid of that quality when writing for reader LOLOLOL OK ENJOY REBLOG GIVE KUDOS ALL THAT STUFF THAT TUMBLR LIKES LOVE U ALL HOPE U HAVE THE BESTEST 2024

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Eat You Whole

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Summary: An interplay between violence and love OR Dave shows up at your door looking half dead. WC: ~1400

Image disclaimer: The header is not meant to represent reader in any physical way. It’s more about the whole idea of dipping your tongue into a blood red fruit that has been cracked wide open. 

Content/Warnings: Love as violence; smidge of love as consumption; technically minor offscreen character death – not described in the slightest; Dave is severely injured and the injuries are described; aggressive kissing, blood, oral m!receiving (facefucking), hair pulling (reader has hair), pain kink, crying, spit/drool, rough sex, dom!dave kinda, no prep for reader, unprotected PIV (do better), creampie, reader and dave hit each other (but like sexually), marking, treatment of injuries. No use of Y/N. 

A/N: I really am blown away by the response to Ouroboros and was very inspired to continue the story due to your lovely comments! Technically can be a standalone. See endnotes for timeline explanation. Thanks to @beskarandblasters, @atinylittlepain, @idolatrybarbie, @theywhowriteandknowthings, and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for letting me bounce ideas off you and sorry Kel, you got outvoted <3

Dave York Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

If you must die, I’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body –Albert Camus

I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me –Françoise Sagan

You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it. Kiss me hard enough to invert me –Yves Olade

He’s at the door. You know it’s him though it’s been 9 days since the last. Skin mottled more yellow than purple, torn flesh knitted back together, barely anything left of him on you now. 

He’s a lot worse off than you’d done to him. A bandage haphazardly wrapped around his head, covering his left eye and what you can see of his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition. 

You dance fingertips over his cheek bone where vibrant fuschia and buttercup yellow marr normally golden skin. He flinches away from you. Split lip, swollen, still a shine of deep red in the cut, curling into a snarl. 

You pull him inside by his shirt collar, kick the door shut. You’re furious. Sure hands sliding under his shirt, he grits his teeth as you pull it over his head. Now shaking hands trace the edges of a soaked gauze strip taped to wine stained ribs and he whimpers. Winces and trembles in a way you’ve never been privy to. He’s always taken stinging palms, digging claws, sinking teeth with little more than a growl. He’s never shown you his pain this blatantly before. 

And it terrifies you. His job has always existed as an abstract concept, something that maybe explains his bent toward brutality, but not something you talked about. The battered state of the man in front of you rips whatever wool had covered your eyes away and it is devastating. 

You could lose him. Nearly did. And you’d never have known what happened. This man who is both everything and nothing to you could be swept away with the ocean tide and you’d be left adrift. Wondering. 

You press a kiss to his collarbone. Soft. Maybe softer than you have ever touched him before. Certainly with more care. His breath is shuddering as he wraps his arms around you, cradling you to his chest. You’re afraid to lean into him for fear of breaking him – this man you thought invincible not two minutes ago. 

“Touch me, god damnit,” his voice rough as though he’d been screaming. Maybe he had. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, David.” You say it into his chest. Forehead just barely grazing the skin there. 

“Since when?” He grips you tighter, pulls you into him. His breath leaves his mouth in a huff like you gut punched him, but you feel his cock twitch against you. 

Sick fuck. You unbuckle his belt and stuff your hand down his pants. He’s achingly hard, leaking into his boxers. He fists your hair in both hands and drags your mouth to his. You taste iron as you lick into his mouth, bite down on his already split lip. 

You swallow his groans, you want to swallow him whole so that he can never come so close to leaving you again. Your fingertips dig in between his ribs reclaiming the flesh there. He is yours to tear apart, to put back together, and to dismantle all over again. Yours. 

Your lips drag down sucking your claim into his neck, his shoulder, his chest. You sink to the floor, drag his pants down with you so his cock springs out. You have to have him in your mouth. It’s a desperation bordering on delirium. You take him down to the very root.

Hands still fisted in your hair, he drags you off him only to thrust back in. No care for your need to breathe or the bruises he batters into your soft palate and no care for your teeth clipping his cock. Tears stream down your face unchecked meeting drool spilling from the corners of your lips and settling in the hollow of your throat. 

You think you could come like this, with him taking your throat and your hands wrapped around his thighs egging him on. He jerks you off of him with a guttural, almost primal yell, throwing you to the floor. He drops to his knees in front of your sprawled form.

“Take your clothes off.” Dominant even in such a supplicant pose, even when his features are etched with pain, his shoulders hunched as if to ward it off. You tear your shirt off, shorts and utterly soaked panties quickly following. 

He surges forward, sheathes himself inside you, and oh it hurts. He has torn you open and spilled your guts on the floor. Your wetness does little to ease the feeling of being split open like this. You bring your hands to his face, press your thumbs into his purpling cheek bones in retaliation. 

The snarl he lets out is feral, animal, but he crashes his lips into yours. He snaps his hips into you again and again, your moans and his broken, strangled cries mingling on your tongues. You drive a knee into his ribcage and he screams, rears back and slaps you across the face. You come instantly, writhing beneath him on the floor as your cunt seizes around him. His hips stutter to a stop as he comes deep inside you. He falls into you, covering and filling you completely. 

After an eternity or only a moment he slides off of you, not recoiling in his usual manner. His body still touches yours, legs tangled, his arm across your torso. He must have bled through the bandage on his ribs, your skin smeared red below his arm. 

“What happened to you, Dave?” Now he recoils. Rolls completely away from you and sits up, his back to you. You have to know. It’s burning you up inside. The fear. You crawl to him on your hands and knees. Tentatively, for fear of him running away, you reach out. Let your hand rest on his shoulder. When he doesn’t flinch away you run your fingers up his neck, into his hair, onto the bandage. 

You start to unwind it and he sits, statuesque, facing away. The fabric falls to the floor and he turns to look at you. There’s an empty space where his left eye should be. Crusted blood like smeared mascara below the gaping wound of his eye socket. 

“Fuck.” You whisper it before you can stop yourself. It’s grotesque. Brutalist.  

He jerks his head back around to face the wall, but you grip his chin and pull him back to you. You press the barest kiss to his left brow. “Will this happen again?” He shakes his head minutely. Whatever threat caused this has been dealt with. You feel like you can breathe for the first time since he showed up at your door.

Another gentle kiss. You’ve never been gentle with him or he with you. It puts a crack through your chest, the way his one brown eye clouds with something like longing.

You let go of his face and he drops his head into his hands. You stand and go to your bathroom. You do not stop to take stock of your marked skin in the mirror this time. Instead, you collect gauze, medical tape, bandages, rubbing alcohol, a needle and thread. 

This is not the first time you’ve needed it. Not when the darkest parts of you slither out to meet the darkest parts of Dave and you rend flesh from each other’s bodies. And this is not the first time Dave has shown up with the remnants of a job still on him. 

You kneel between his bent knees, peel the ruined bandage from his skin. You brush your lips down his chest and over the gaping chasm between his ribs.  His breath hitches in his throat. He slips a hand into your hair and pulls your mouth to his. Licks blood you for once did not draw yourself off your lips. No teeth clacking, biting, tearing – soft and plush lips pressed firm over yours. 

You clean the blood from his wounds. Rewrap his eye. Stitch the skin of his ribs while he grinds his teeth, a whimper falling out from behind closed lips. Another press of lips over new gauze.

When you’re finished you stand and tug his hair til he stands too. You kiss him softly before crossing the room and crawling into bed. 

He looks up at the ceiling and takes two deep breaths, taps his fingers on his thigh, and then he joins you. 

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Timeline notes: I’ve done some timeline fuckery. In Ouroboros, Robert has already loaded up Carol and the kids and taken them off to some safe house a few months before. Dave meets reader after that. This installment takes place after what is his SPOILER [Death Scene] in the movie, but he wins the fight. Barely. Robert meets the same fate that Dave did in the movie. 

Tagging people who seemed to like the first one! 

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i love normal swap au, don't get me wrong... but I kinda want more swap au au... the casual heavy petting, the constant (sexual?) touches, doing things no other best friends do to each other but that's what Baxter does with you

Baxter had always been your best friend, and over the years, you experienced so many new things together. He'd been the sole attendant of your first sleepover, you'd been the first person to show him the pleasures of a bouncy house.

As you got older, your feelings for him grew into something undeniably romantic -- you were in love with him, you'd swear your life on it, but you were too scared to tell him, too scared that he wouldn't feel the same way and your friendship wouldn't survive.

But you were never scared enough to stop proposing new pleasures for the two of you to share.

The first time was embarrassing and messy and utterly thrilling -- he was showing you one of his favorite movies, some old black and white thing full of drama and glamour, and there was a kiss that went on for what you felt was a very long time. In the midst of it, you felt your cheeks get hot, and you couldn't help but glance over at Baxter at his spot next to you on the couch.

He was already looking at you.

You both looked away fast, then tried to laugh it off, then before you knew it, before you could tell who had even initiated it, his lips were on yours.

It wasn't the first time you had kissed -- the first time was a sweet, innocent peck at a birthday party when you were 13. It was, however, the first time you made out.

The feeling was a lot different this time.

This time, you felt Baxter's hands on you. Very slowly, he moved one to your hip and used it to scoot you just a little closer to him, a move you didn't object to. With the other hand, he cupped your cheek. You thought you felt his hand shaking lightly against your skin, but when you felt the tip of his tongue pressing into your mouth, thoughts stopped for a bit.

You reciprocated all at once. In a flash, you opened your mouth to him, and you clumsily kissed him back. At the same time, you tried to balance your desperate need to touch him with your confusion about where to actually touch him -- your hands went from his waist to his shoulders and back again.

Baxter pulled back the tiniest bit, and his bright eyes bored into yours.

"We don't have to do this if you don't --" he began before you could cut him off with another kiss.

You did want this, so much, but the fear held you back from saying it. Words could lead to a conversation, a conversation could lead to a confession, and a confession could lead to you losing the most important person in your life.

But kissing ... friends kissed, right? Strangers kissed. It didn't have to mean anything.

As Baxter ran his fingers through your hair, letting out a delighted little hum against your mouth, you know that this didn't just mean something, it meant everything.

[moonlightazriel]

VOID!Stiles Drabble

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He watched her, from outside the window, the wet hair glued to her naked back, the white towel hugging her frame, some droplets of water ran down the vale of her breasts, disappearing between the fluff fabric around her.  

“Leave her alone.” The voice in the corner of his mind spoke and he shook his head, smirking as he slowly got down from the tree that gave him the vision of her window on the second floor of the brown house. 

He slowly made his way to the front door, his pale knuckles hitting the wooden door, her mother’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which meant she was alone in the house, the way he wanted her. He could hear her light footsteps and see the light being turned on from under the door.

“Oh hi Stiles, didn’t expect to see you here today.” She slightly jumped, stepping to the side to allow him to enter her house, his leg was brutally pulled back, as the weak boy used all his strength in a foolish attempt to stop him, she rose an eyebrow but he pushed the boy behind, taking the reins once more. 

“Scott canceled, he was busy. Thought that maybe you wanted company.” She smiled at him, poor prey, having no clue that standing awkwardly in her living room wasn’t the best friend she knew, but something way more dangerous to be around. 

His eyes scanned around as he followed her silently to the kitchen, where she fetched a slice of pizza, offering him some, he shook his head in denial, he would be fed in a different way.

“You smell delicious.” He said, getting closer, his cold fingers pulled her hair to the side, while he slid the tip of his nose along her neck, seeing her swallow harshly, he could smell the tension, he noticed that she had feelings for Stiles ever since he took his body. 

She turned to him, her cheeks red and her chest moved up and down, as she tried to steady her breath.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.” His lips crashed against her sweet ones, tongues battling together as he explored her mouth, Stiles tried to look away, but with the way she moaned against his lips, he didn’t dare to avert his gaze from her, feeling the misery of not being able to control his own body fill every pore of his skin.

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up until she was sitting on the countertop, he could sense the way she blushed, the build-up frustration from years of longing for this very moment filled his stomach, feeding him more than he imagined it was possible.

Her phone rang somewhere, but she ignored it, too lost in the taste of his lips to care, but when it rang for the third time she gently pushed him away, mumbling that it could be her mother. 

“Hello?” She picked up, without seeing the name on the screen.

“Where are you?” Scott demanded. “The void took over again and Stiles is missing.” Her whole body started to shake in fear as she headed to the kitchen again, to find it empty, as he had never been there in the first place.

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From Innocence

bottom!ftm xiao x top!masc!traveler reader

☆ W.C: 2,128 ☆

↳ [PART TWO] | ☆ AFAB Language Used ☆

CW: Slight Obsession, Groping, Nipple Play, Squirting, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Virginity Loss, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Corruption

Xiao doesn't know how a romantic relationship works. He's an adeptus, why would he? All he knows is that it involves two people who like each other, that's it. He doesn't know what to do, what to say, or anything else that a relationship entails. And yet, he wanted to be in one with you. He met you in Liyue, thanks to a plate of Almond Tofu. He quickly fell for you and your strength, your kindness and your eagerness to help people. He sees you as higher than Rex Lapis himself, someone far more divine than any Archon. Which is impressive, considering his adoration for his Archon.

You settled down in Liyue to help out the community, something he absolutely adores. Settling in Liyue means you won't ever be far away from him, meaning he can be with you always.

He wanted you to love him and teach him how to be in a relationship.

So he confessed.

“I love you.” He said, head lowered and staring at his shoes. You didn't know how to respond. Did you love him at the time? Maybe, you weren't sure. You liked him at the very least so you agreed to date him.

It started with hand holding. He’d come to your house in the morning and walk you to Liyue Harbor hand in hand. He loves how warm your hands are, and how much bigger they are than his.

Then it escalated to kissing. You gave him a peck on the lips, and it was going to stop with that, but the face he made was too cute. You went in for more, slipping your tongue through his open mouth and taking over as he cutely struggled to keep up.

Since then, he started asking for more kisses. He loved the way your hands would grip his waist or the way your hand would go into his hair as you made out with him. Or the way you'd grope his soft body..

You brought your hands up underneath his shirt and ghosted your thumbs over his nipples, the feeling making him stop and shiver. You pulled away from the kiss to ask him a question. “Can I touch you here?” Your voice was low and attractive, just hearing you speak made him automatically agree. He let out a soft gasp as you groped his chest and rubbed your thumbs against his sensitive nipples.

Your touches would always make him aroused but he never understood what it meant or what to do about it. In all his years, he's never found someone that's made him feel like this.

It got to a point where he had no choice but to tell you about it, he couldn't handle how good he felt when you played with and sucked on his nipples. He almost came from it but stopped you out of fear. He confessed about the feeling he'd been getting in between his legs and you offered to help him.

That's when it escalated to 2nd base.

Xiao was lying down on your bed, while you were lying on your side right next to him. You had his legs spread apart, his wet cunt exposed to you, and your hand was ghosting over his clit. You rubbed circles around it, basking in the way Xiao reacts to it. He’s so cute and sensitive. He could feel himself reaching his orgasm again and he tried his best not to stop you, wanting to know how it feels, but he failed.

“St- stop~!” He exclaimed, pushing your hand away. You chuckled, thinking it was so cute that he couldn't let himself come. You opted to finger him instead and oh Archons was he wet, he was so embarrassed by the obscene sounds that were coming from his pussy and out of his mouth. You made sure to stop every now and then, stopping him from coming.

He eventually gained the courage a few days later and asked you to do it for him again. You were rubbing his clit again with tears falling down his cheeks, the pleasure was too much to bear but he did his best. Your praise and encouragement definitely helped him out. After just a few minutes, Xiao arched his back and squirted.

After that, he'd constantly ask you to help him. He got addicted to the feeling of it and couldn't stop chasing it. He never does it alone either, your hands make him feel so much better. It got so bad that he started getting needy in public.

“Can we go home?” He asked quietly, leaning over the table to talk to you. You asked him why and he turned red, the answer clear to you. You told him you couldn't go home yet because there are errands you still need to run. To compromise, you brought him to a secluded area and helped him out. The two of you left the area with some wet spots on the ground and a drunken looking Xiao.

It became a thing, he’d get horny in public and you’d make him squirt in some alleyway or far from the Harbor.

You wanted to take it further, so you asked Xiao if you could try something. Xiao wants whatever you want so he agreed.

You spread his legs apart and slotted yourself in between, your head face to face with his pretty cunt. You dragged your tongue up his wetness, licking his clit, making him squirm and moan. He sounded so adorable while you ate out his sweet tasting pussy. It's so easy to make Xiao come, it once again only took a few minutes to make him squirt in your mouth.

Xiao realized that he’s the only one getting pleased, while you get nothing in return. So he voiced his concern and you asked to fuck his thighs.

His thighs were squishing your hard cock, acting as a hole for you to fuck. Xiao looked up at you with the most adorable expression as you started to thrust, rubbing against his clit and wet cunt. It felt so good for him, he couldn't help but come. He loved the sounds you made and the way your face looked as you fucked his thighs, especially when you started to get close to your release. And especially when you came, he thought you looked so attractive as you spurted cum all over his torso.

Out of curiosity, he had scooped up your spend and tasted it, quickly falling in love with it. He wanted more, so you gave him more.

He took out your hard cock, the thick rod slapping him in the face. He looked at it in awe. It’s big and thick, he marveled. He needed it in his mouth. He licked your cock, as per your instructions, and basked in the taste and the musky scent. He quickly fell in love with your cock and asked for more. He opened his mouth wide and slowly enveloped your cock, although at some point it hit the back of his throat and he couldn't go any further. You told him to use his (tiny) hand to jerk off the rest, showing him an example of you doing it.

“That's a good boy..” You muttered, complimenting him as he started to suck you off properly. He was a fast learner. Tears threatened to fall down Xiao’s burning red cheeks as he bobbed his head up and down, mouth straining to fit your cock.

He did so well despite doing it for the first time, and was rewarded with your load down his throat. Xiao happily swallowed, hearts in his eyes. “You taste good.” He said, wanting more.

He could suck your cock for hours if he was allowed to.

Today, you asked him if he’s ready for more. Of course he is, if you’re ready, he’s ready. You went over everything important, most of it made Xiao blush.

And so, today marks the day he loses his virginity. And all of his remaining innocence.

You slowly push your cock inside him, eyes trained on his expression and searching for signs of pain. You groan at the feeling of being inside his sopping wet pussy. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, Xiao..” You just ate him out but you couldn't even imagine how he’d feel around your cock.

Xiao turns red.

He grimaces as you get further in. “Don't stop..” He says softly. You listen to him and don't stop, continuing your entrance. You hold his hands tightly as you do so. The both of you stare at his stomach as it bulges from your size.

You decide to stop a little more than half way through, not wanting to put your entire length inside him and cause more pain.

Xiao looks down and frowns. “Want it all inside..”

“It's gonna hurt you, baby.”

“Please..” He whines.

Fuck.

He’s too cute.

You mindlessly shove your entire length inside him, causing him to let out a loud moan and come. Gods, he feels amazing squeezing your length. Xiao presses his small hand over the bulge in his stomach and moans softly, he feels so full.

You bring Xiao into a heated kiss, kissing him like he’ll disappear. You slowly thrust in and out of him, reveling in the way it feels to fuck him. How anyone could feel this good is a mystery to you.

You pull away from the kiss, the both of you out of breath. Xiao looks up at you, teary eyed. “Faster…” He whimpers.

You hold, no, grip his waist and start moving faster, ramming into him aggressively. Xiao throws his head back and moans wantonly, crying out in pleasure as you rearrange his guts.

He feels so good. He exclaims your name, tightening around your length. You hiss in pleasure and tell him to relax, doing your best to fuck him despite how tight he feels now. Xiao tries his best but how is he supposed to relax when he's so close to an orgasm?

“Mo- more~! Ple- please ‘m gonna–” He gasps as your thumb rubs his clit furiously, his back arching. He moans your name like you’re his Archon.

You love how sensitive he is, how easy it is to make him orgasm. Xiao comes with a loud whine, moaning your name. You keep circling your thumb around his clit, overstimulating him. Xiao rolls his eyes back, whoreish moans leaving his agape mouth as you give him no mercy. Despite that, he doesn't complain at all. You praise him and call him a good boy, earning a sweet whimper from him.

Xiao starts to cry from the stimulation, his thoughts fuzzing out as you overwhelm him with pleasure. He can just barely moan out your name. You lean over to his chest, mouth wrapping around his soft breast. You suck on his nipple to further stimulate your sensitive boyfriend. Xiao feels like he still hasn't stopped coming while feeling another, stronger orgasm approaching.

He rolls his head back, incomprehensible babbles leaving his lips as he comes hard on your cock.

Your thrusts become sloppy as you reach your release, your hand moving away from his clit and your mouth away from his chest. You warn Xiao you’re about to come before burying your cock deep inside him and filling him with your seed. Xiao moans softly at the feeling, finally catching a break as you recover.

You turn him onto his side, his leg slung over your shoulder, and start fucking him again. Xiao drools into the mattress, still brainless from the first time. You grope his tits, the feeling of your hands on them never gets old.

You drown him in praises, telling him how good he is and how pretty he looks. His cheeks are burning red as he sobs in pleasure, you can't help but love the way he looks when he's crying. You hammer into his tight cunt without remorse, determined to fill him up with your cum.

Xiao can hardly think, the only things he can process at the moment are you and himself. He feels so good it's hard to do anything but moan. You slam into his g-spot repeatedly, loud gasps coming out of Xiao’s mouth as you force him into another orgasm. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he comes again, his drool and tears drenching the bed sheets.

“Good boy.” You thrust into him one last time, spilling your spend inside him.

“M..mmh..” Xiao struggles to speak.

“More?” You help him out. Xiao nods, a smirk growing on your face.

You gave him more all right.

The night ended with you in the bathtub with him, washing out the copious amounts of cum you pumped into him.

[rainintheevening]

"Peter William Pevensie!"

There was more fear in the cry than anger, but the boy was too young to tell the difference, and he flinched, but did not hide his face.

"Oh, Peter!" Softer she spoke, as she crouched down to lightly brush cool fingers over the bloody cheek, and the boy relaxed, grinned gamely.

"I'm alright, Mummy. Was just James, got me with his sword."

*

Peter, from the Greek Petros/Petra, meaning rock, stone. The name bestowed by Jesus, who is called Christ, on His disciple Simon (bar Jonah).

"And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it."

One of the first disciples of Christ, denied his Lord three times, saw the Christ after His resurrection, received forgiveness, lead the early church from Jerusalem, died a martyr's death upon an upside-down cross.

*

"And that explains why your shirtsleeve is gone, hmm? And this tear in your knickerbockers, I suppose."

Her hand was gentle on his hair, and he sighed, proud of the way his arms hurt, his knee ached, the taste of blood that still lingered on his tongue. He was a knight, after all, like King Arthur. He had friends to protect, and battles to fight. Wounds were things to be proud of.

"Did you fight honourably?"

He looked up into his mother's face, and her eyes told him this was important, even as her lips smiled.

Peter knew what 'honourable' meant; Daddy had told him. It meant not hitting a girl, and not hitting a boy when he was down, or hurt, or smaller than Peter. It meant being fair, and not cheating. It meant being kind, even to people he didn't like.

He nodded. "I think so. Least, I tried." He had almost taken an extra swing at Billy, after the other boy had lost his sword, but James had stepped in front of him, and made sure Billy got his wooden weapon back, before the fight continued.

"Good." Mummy's whole face looked happy then, and she stood up straight, took his hand. "Come along then, and we'll clean you up."

*

William, from the Germanic, will-helm, or more often rendered resolute protector. The name of England's first Norman king, 'William the Conquerer', as well as that of Scotland's guardian, William Wallace.

Of Wallace: "He was appointed Guardian of the kingdom not so much by election as by divine intervention..." — Walter Bower

Also the name of that prolific playwrite and poet, William Shakespere, and of England's passionate abolitionist, William Wilberforce.

*

Peter followed obediently, only slowing as they passed the baby's bassinet on the way to the kitchen.

"He's asleep," his mother said quietly, "Don't wake him."

Peter was quiet, glancing back as he stood by the table, while Mummy fetched a rag, wet it at the sink.

"Will Eddie be able to play with me soon?" he asked at last. "I know he's still small, but he'll get strong soon, won't he?"

There was a little pause, before his mother came toward him with the cloth, and with a smile, picked him up and seated him on the edge of the kitchen table. He dangled his legs, delighted, but not distracted.

"Won't he, Mummy?"

"Oh, I expect so." The rag brushed his cheek, and he couldn't help squeaking, just a little. "He'll be out there in the street with you before I can turn around." She stopped wiping away the blood for a moment, and looked him in the eye, quite serious. "You'll still need to watch out for him, you know. Even when he's bigger. You're already so sweet with him, but try to keep being kind, always. Try to remember that, alright?"

Peter looked back at her, feeling like he was a knight being told something very important by the queen. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good child." She kissed his forehead, and went back to the work of cleaning his cuts.

Peter sat as still as he could, only swinging his legs gently, careful not to kick his mother, going stiff whenever a fresh burst of pain came.

She was cleaning his knee when Susan started in roaring from the nursery upstairs, and almost at the same moment, Ed gave a little cry.

"Oh, dear." His mother made a face, something he didn't usually see grown-ups do, and she lifted him down to the floor. "Peter, dear. Try to keep the baby quiet while I fetch Susie?"

"Yes, Mummy."

Peter didn't mind being told to look after Eddie, he liked his baby brother. Peter was tall enough to rest his arms on the edge of the bassinet, and he leaned in, murmuring gentle things like Daddy did.

"Hullo now, Eddie. It's alright, little fellow. I'm here. Big brother's here."

The thin mewing noise stopped, and dark eyes peered out of the pale face at him.

"Don't worry, Mummy will be back soon, she just has to get Susie."

Peter put out one hand, knuckles still scraped and red, dirt still under his fingernails, and stroked a gentle finger down the baby's cheek.

"That's right. Big brother's here. You're alright, Eddie."

He was surprised by the force with which the tiny fingers wrapped around his, but then he grinned, delighted.

"See, I knew you were getting stronger! It'll be just as Mummy said, you'll come playing with me in no time. And I'll let you have my best sword, I can make a new one. I'll teach you how to fight, don't worry."

The little blond boy was still talking when his mother came down the stairs, holding her now mollified second-born, and she stood for a moment, watching and smiling, a deep sudden gratefulness welling up in her heart. He would be well, Edmund would. How could he not with such a loving protector as Peter?

[xxsabitoxx]

Cowboy | Kinktober Side Quest 2

Dinosaur Hybrid Kyojuro x AFAB Horse Jockey Reader

A/N: if this sounds fucking bizarre… it’s because I’m using Steel Ball Run Aka Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure pt.7 as inspiration. Listen… I’d let Diego Brando do horrid things to me when he’s in between transforming due to Scary Monsters.

If I don’t do a good job trying to paint this picture for you, you can always reference this to help!

Divider is from @benkeibear | @monster-october-kny-2023

Kyojuro, who makes a point to hide his “deformity” with his hair. His cowboy hat always casting shadows on his handsome face and fiery hair.

Kyojuro, who places bandages on his cheeks to hide the fact that his mouth extends all the way to the end of his jaw.

Kyojuro, who pulls away when you try and fix his hair for him.

Kyojuro, who’s heart falls to his stomach when the wind blows to hard and reveals the secret he’s been trying to hide.

“Woah…” you breathed out, hand reaching to ghost across the cracks in his cheek. Sharp teeth were pointing out of it, the bandage on his face peeling off a bit as he gasped. “I… don’t look at me please I know it’s ugly…” Kyojuro’s hand came up to try and hide how far his mouth extended, inching away from you out of fear. “No… Kyojuro it’s not ugly I just wasn’t expecting it.” You clarify, finding it oddly beautiful.

“You… don’t find it ugly?” He seemed hesitant, golden eyes meeting yours to try and decipher if you were serious. “Not at all… it’s pretty cool actually…” you took a hesitant step closer, not wanting to push the man before you if he wasn’t ready. Much to your relief, Kyojuro didn’t shy away. Your fingers brushed along his cheek, tucking a strand of golden hair behind his ear as you carefully observed the jagged cracks and elongated smile. “You don’t have to explain how this happened, though I must admit I’m very curious.”

Kyojuro, who tells you all about his bizarre quirk and how it happened.

Kyojuro, who tells you that he can fully transform into a dinosaur if he really wanted too

Kyojuro, who can grow a long, orange and red tail that looks just like a reptile's tail

Kyojuro, who now freely uses his interesting abilities to help you get ahead in the horse race

"Ya know, you're pretty hot like this, Kyojuro." you laughed softly, back resting against your bag of supplies as the fire crackled before you. On the other side, Kyojuro was attempting to put some bandages over his jaw. "You find my in-between stage hot?" the blonde countered you, causing the tape to peel away again. "I do." you grabbed your stick to prod at the fire as it began to dwindle, the desert was too cold at night to go without the warmth.

"Well, it's taken me some time, but I'm slowly getting used to it. Still, I wouldn't necessarily call it hot." he tried to put the tape on again, this time a little further up so it wouldn't interfere with his talking. "Do you think I could ride you, Kyojuro?" This time, the cowboy missed completely when trying to apply his tape. "And what do you mean by that, little lady?" he drawled, mind wandering to a much filthier place. "I mean in your dinosaur form, you probably run as fast as my horse."

The smirk on your face told him it was nothing more than a cover-up, you meant something far different. "I can assure you, little lady, that my dinosaur form is nothing in comparison to my human form." your tongue came out to wet your lips, smiling a bit as you innocently tilted your head. "And what do you mean by that, cowboy?" You could see his eyes burning even over the once again blazing flame. He was busying himself with the other side of his face as he spoke.

"My stamina, I can only last so long in that form. My human body can endure a lot more, it can last longer."

"That so, cowboy? Why don't you prove it to me?" you got up, making your way around the fire pit to crouch before the hybrid man. "Little lady... you don't know what you're asking me to." he breathed out, observing what he could of you now that you were covered in shadow. "Oh, I beg to differ, cowboy. I know exactly what I'm asking you to prove." Your tone was challenging him, the smirk on his face making heat flood you even with the chilly air surrounding you.

"Alright then, little lady, put your riding skills to work."

You sunk your teeth into your lower lip, trying to suppress your smirk as you stood again. Kyojuro watched you, straighten his legs so you could properly straddle him. “There we go.” He commented softly as you settled in his lap, knees digging firmly into the sand below you. “Go on now, show me.” You could feel his half-hard dick as you squirmed a bit, muttering a soft “testing it out” as he quirked his brow. Kyojuro merely hummed, calloused fingers finding their home on your waist as you began rocking your hips steadily into his. “Atta girl…” he groaned, head falling back so you could admire his defined jaw.

You were strategic about how you touched him, fingers dancing along the coarse material of his top before sliding up his neck. You wanted to touch his jaw, finding that part of him to be utterly hypnotic. You wanted to trace the jagged cracks that split all the way up to his cheekbones, kiss the soft lips that were parted so prettily for you as you grinder against him. “Cowboy… can I kiss you?” Your voice had a slight twang as you said your request, pulling a smile all the way up his jaw as he uttered back “I’d be honored if you did, little lady.”

You didn’t need much more confirmation that that, lips colliding with his in a messy kiss. You nearly yelled when his tongue slithered past your parted lips, longer than a human tongue as he swept into your mouth. Your fingers found their way to his cheeks, pressing into the uneven skin with care, eager to finally feel him how you’ve been wanting too. Your hips didn’t cease their movement, rocking into him with more fervor, until you could feel him through the leather of your riding pants. “Kyojuro…” you pulled away, salvia keeping you connected as his lips chased after your own.

“What is it?” He breathed out, thumb rubbing circles on your hip as he guided you to drag your covered cunt again him. “What if someone sees? We’re out in the open after all…” but the cowboy just shook his head, “then let them watch.”