#tw:darkness

[roselyn-writing]

[sheepiling]

Simstober Day 26: Darkness 

I have Nyctophobia. This is the most terrifying picture to me. 😱 

Reshade Mod 

mom, can you pick me up? i’m scared 

[saintbarou]

i’ve heard u have some…dubcon sae thoughts lamb…….

𝐅𝚶𝐑 𝐌𝚬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝚶𝐑 𝐌𝚬 𝚶𝐍𝐋𝐘

Tags: fem! Reader dubcon, fingering, somnophilia, established relationship, reader’s clothes are described as “skimpy”, possessiveness, reader has japanese nationally (they grew up there!) - let me know if i missed something

Synopsis:  You’re the only thing Sae loves from Japan, so just keep being pretty for him?

Sae gets home from his red-eye flight at two in the morning - some parts of the cities are still alive but your apartment is dead quiet, the lights are out and he’s sure when he steps in you’ll be in bed. Tucked in your too-soft blankets that are soft and fuzzy because you always run too cold for your own good. He bets you even have that little pink bear that you’ve had since you were a baby; you always bring it into your bed when you miss him. Sae can’t help but think it’s cute, how earnestly you miss him even if all he’ll do is scoff and keep his cool facade.

You gave him keys to your place a long time ago, a little too soon in his opinion but he’s glad you trust him enough to enter your home when he’s too tired for the long trip to his family home. The scent of honey and vanilla is in the air, a ghost of a smile on his handsome face when he sees you light the candle he brought you from Spain. The soft green of the wax reminded him of you - you were his green, his safe space like an open meadow free from any sort of worry. He sets his bag down quietly and takes off his shoes, putting them aside neatly in the clean space that shines in the soft light from the lamps in the hall that automatically turn on and off. As he walks further into your home he makes his way to the closet in the hallway, it’s where you store his spare clothes for when he drops by. 

Sae is almost jealous. You have an unspoken talent for laundry, all his clothes come out smelling nicer and feeling softer when they are washed under your careful hands than his. A new set of clothes in hand he makes his way to take a quick shower - you enjoy keeping clean and Sae would rather die than bring the germs from the plane into your bed sheets that he knows you washed today. When he sees his products lining your shower he hums amusedly when grabs his shampoo and begins to lather the product in his hair.

You had even stocked up for him. How cute, how earnest, how could Sae ever stay away from you?

He’s all done now, in fifteen minutes or less, and pads quietly into your bedroom. Sae rarely smiles, wearing his emotions openly was something he never needed to do around Rin but when he went overseas at the tender age of fifteen it became his outer shell more than anything else. Now, it’s a habit he can’t curve but it helps when you are asleep and he can smile broadly as your sleeping form; your face is being smushed into the pillow and he was right, you did have the little bear at your side.

You had missed him something fierce this time around and his hand is out to pet your head in a way that makes you drowsy. Sae shakes his head when he hears sleepily mumble something that sounds like the three letters of his name and he feels you getting closer to his hand. The crown of your head fits perfectly into the palm of his hand and Sae can’t help but think if that’s what your heart weighs. He pulls back the sheets, the smell of your detergent and it’s funny how well Sae knows-

Oh.

Sae Itoshi did not expect this.

He was right about everything but what you wore to bed, makes him freeze in place. Never before had he seen so much of your skin and even his stoic outer shell crumbles when he can so blatantly take in the curve of your stomach and the swell of your hips. A soft black top that shows off your belly and shoulders paired with panties he’s never seen before. Charcoal gray, low on your hips, and trimmed by lace. Sae swallows around the lump in his throat when he greedily consumes how the skimpy underwear rests below your belly button - he can see the cute birthmark you have underneath it and it takes all he has in his heart to stop himself from reaching out to kiss the little spot.

The puppet master knows not what to do when he does not hold the strings, he wonders if maybe they have been held in your comparable dainty hand all this time.

His hand twitches and for once Sae moves without careful foresight, letting the tips of his fingers trace up the soft swell of your thighs. You’re ticklish so even the slightest touch makes you twitch and make a soft little noise that is too muddled by sleep for him to read what it means. He folds the blanket away and you whine, there is something charming in the way you curl up under him from the loss of warmth. His hands grow greedy, and the tips of his fingers become his palms to skim against the skin of your exposed belly.

He wonders if this is why cats purr as there is a flower of contentment in his chest as he paws at your skin and where he is all hard lines and definition your skin is satin and silk and all things smooth in the world. Sae doesn’t know what’s come over him, in a blink of an eye his gentle touches turn hungry and they take to separate ways. His right hand goes to the north where the swell of your chest is more prominent and his left hand goes to where your thighs meet. Desire is a tricky thing, blindsiding not only you but the object of your wanting too - it’s why you wake up with a jolt and a sleepy call of his name on your lips.

“Sae? What are you-”

“Shh, it’s okay just lay back.” he cuts off with a whisper that is as gentle as it is wicked and Sae lets his fingers sink into the plush of your breast as he traces the gusset of your panties.

“W-when did you get back?” He answers you with a hum, following the seam of your underwear until he finds the pretty little lacy that frames the soft plush of your bottom. His thumb digs into the fat, tracing the stretching marks and thumbing the cute little birthmark you have on your cheek.

“Just got here - tonight. Was going to join you in bed but then I saw you wearing this skimpy shit for me and I couldn’t help myself.” He whispers as he peels back your panties only to laugh under his breath when he can see the way a string of slick clings to the fabric. Your hand blindly reaches out, barely getting to his wrist before you feel it - his fingers swiping through your damp folds.

“Ah, Sae it’s not skimpy, s’not for you and - Sae wait please I’m too sleepy,” You whine back, twisting and arching your back as his fingers find the swelling pearl of your clit and begin to swipe at it in the way that your knees tremble. His body follows yours and he bends over you until his mouth is to your ear.

“You can go back to bed if you want. This is more for me than for you, you’re the prettiest for me when you cum.” You shudder into the pillows, turning your face back into them as you fall into a state of half sleepiness and half pleasure lidded. Sae’s finger slips inside and with the precision of a machine, he finds all your weak spots like he hasn’t been gone for four months across the world.

You moan girlish little sounds - high and thin into the pillow and you can hear Sae tease you from above you, “What? I thought you were too sleepy for this?” You don’t even have it in you to say anything back, only further melting in your place between the bed and the hardness you feel above you. In the low light, he sits back on his haunches still giving you his fingers as he watches the clear, tacky slick that seeps from you and clings to his hand down to his wrist.

“You expect me to believe this isn’t skimpy? Bet you wanted this to happen, wanted to get your little cunt finger fucked by your boyfriend, huh?” He whispers to you, loud enough that you can hear because he knows you’re still awake, the pleasure thrumming in your system too much to let you sleep deeply and truly. Your back arches deeper this time and you squeal as the band of heat that had been growing in your stomach - right underneath that cute little birthmark under your belly button snaps as you gush down the lines of his palm. Whines and huffs leave your lips, you sound like a little puppy which only endears him more to you if that was possible.

Sae feels you twitch when you feel the heat that’s being pressed against your too-sensitive cunt, his crouching all around you now, letting you feel the bulge in his sweats.

“Everything about you is for me and me only. Don’t ever forget it, got it?” You lift your face from the pillows and something in him coos at how water your eyes are as you blink away the remaining sleep that had tucked itself into them. Teal eyes glow green from greed as he looks down at you through unstyled mauve hair.

“Let me do the work, just be pretty for me, yeah?” You nod, because everything about you is for Sae and Sae only.

[damagedward]

Starter For @manymusesbym Muse Merlin

‘Him !’

She thinks in a hiss in her thoughts as she catches sight of her brothers serving boy trailing her through the woods .

None of them trusted her she knew that but this was ridiculous — stalking her ? Had Arthur sent him ? Or had it been his own idea ?

She suddenly stops in her journey and sighs .

“Really and truly you would think they’d send someone who could at least sneak !”

And with that she turns on him her eyes glowing .

[animatorweirdo]

Darkness and Devotion

Elf(of any choice) x Creature of the void! reader

Your lover was taken by the orcs. Seeing them hurt and bleeding causes you to break and show the true strength of your devotion to them.

Warnings: They/Them used to describe your lover, violence, injuries, black veins, sickness, eating orcs alive, and a bit of angst.

(I was hella inspired by this song. Hope you enjoy it. )

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Your sweet lover's senses were dulled when they were captured by the orcs and taken to Angband, a fortress that was the embodiment of all that is hell. Their hands and limbs were chained and cuffed. The orcs paraded them around in mockery, enjoying their pain and terror. A last show before they would take your lover to the torture chambers to snuff out their light and twist them into one of them, an abomination. Your lover’s thoughts remained on you, remembering your distressed screams and desperate attempts to reach them before orcs took them away. Your lover knew you would likely try to come for them — you felt things deeply and loyalty was part of your nature. They were the qualities your lover adored about you. However, this time, your lover hoped you would stay away. They knew how the evil of Angband and the presence of the dark lord would affect you and the darkness that haunted you from within. 

However, they were wrong about your devotion to them. 

You had come to them, secretly entered the fortress, and found them. You broke your lover’s chains and led them through the tunnels you came from. You looked sick. The medallion, given by your creator allowed you a certain amount of control, but inside Angband, its influence was weak. Your eyes were dark and black veins dressed your pale skin, threatening to break out. Your lover could sense the raging hunger you held back with all your strength, making you breathe heavily and walk nearly disoriented. It was clear to them you were at your limits, yet for them, you pushed back the instincts that threatened to take control and unleash hell. 

Watching you in pain was awful to your lover. They pleaded for you to flee as you were not thinking straight and at your limits. However, you refused, unwilling to leave them behind. 

The alarms were set when the orcs found you. In your limits yet still in incredible control, you protected your lover from raining arrows, growing what seemed to be a wing made out of black mass from your body to shield them. Your lover was taken aback as it was the first time they had seen glimpses of your true form. But you did not waste time showing any more of yourself to them and dragged them as orcs began chasing you. 

Your lover watched as you killed every orc that came in your way.  They could feel the rage and hunger in your every kill, yet you still pushed yourself to remain in control. They admired your strength but it did not ease the worry about your limits and how much you can hold back before you are driven mad by hatred and hunger. 

The entrance was right there. Your lover felt hope as freedom was right in your reach, but then you were ambushed by the orcs and captured. 

The orcs tore your lover away from you. You tried to reach out to them, screaming and struggling against the orcs who overpowered you by numbers. Your lover feebly tried to fight back when they saw the orcs striking you with maces, trying to chain and subdue you. They tried to fight back harder, but then they were hit in the head, causing them to be disoriented and feel blood run down their face. 

Your lover saw the line between control and insanity break within your eyes when you saw them bleed. It was perhaps the last straw because before your lover lost consciousness, they heard the breaking of chains and the screams of orcs filling the caverns and saw your body become something dark, consuming all the light and life. Then everything became dark. 

When your lover's senses finally returned to consciousness, they were surrounded by something. Like sensing they were awake, an orbs of light shone through the dark and they could see where they were. They were in some kind of cocoon. It was black and felt similar to the wing you used to protect them earlier. However, it felt different as it felt alive and all around them, holding them in its protective gentleness. Their ears and body were soothed by strange vibrations and sounds that were hard to describe yet caused no ill feeling. 

Your lover then finds your medallion in their hands and slowly realizes that the black mass around them and the sounds… was you. 

You have shared that your kind did not possess singular forms as you possessed no souls. That is why your true forms were unsightly and terrible compared to the forms of valar and life created by Illuvatar’s mind. Those were your words. 

You never agreed to show your true form out of fear and concern for your lover’s well-being, yet your lover found themselves unharmed and unafraid. 

The sensations that vibrated through your body and them felt like deep breaths of air and beats of a heart, which your lover found curious as you claimed your kind did not possess hearts. Your existence and body were one singularity. The orbs of light were likely lights you had consumed, now acting as lamps to comfort them. Your lover felt the sensations of your body like they were their own. They could feel your love for them, so gentle yet passionate. 

These heightened senses allowed them to sense something else outside their protective cocoon. Your body was rumbling and sounds of distant screams reached their ears. It took them a moment to realize those screams of terror belonged to the orcs and the rumbling… was your singing, terrifying yet beautiful singing. 

The song of your devotion and conviction made them feel safe within the darkness of your very form. They could not find themselves to share the terror the orcs and servants of Morgoth felt by the sight of you as your form marched through the fortress so heavily fortified yet helpless at the face of your power and song that devastated its very foundation. 

They could only embrace the medallion in their hands and the light you shared within yourself for them, just to make them feel less afraid. 

They could hear the screams. They could sense how you fed your hunger by devouring every orc and servant that dared to come in your way. They were crushed and absorbed into your body as you had no mouth. 

Your lover could only imagine the horror the dark lord himself would feel at such might. 

Your song was terrible, yet so comforting. 

When you reach the outside world, your lover can feel the air around you. Your lover was lulled into a peaceful slumber as you did not stop there. You grew wings on your back and took flight, flying into the sky and taking them away from the dark lord’s fortress. The sensation of flying and safety allowed them to finally close their eyes and rest from your shared ordeal as you took them to safety. 

When they woke up, they found themselves in a cave with all your travel bags. Your lover themself were placed on a stone bed and healed of all injuries they had sustained in Angband. It was like they were never injured in the first place. They glanced at your medallion in their hands before seeing a familiar black mass hover above them. It was like staring at a living black cloud and your lover’s eyes fell upon you after following their roots to the deeper corner of the cave. 

You were sitting on a rock in your half-formed mortal body — your true form still spread around the cave from your back. Your eyes were at their blackest your lover had ever seen them and most of your skin was covered in black-like matter. Your lover was in a state of astonishment seeing you in this form. Your mortal body looked like broken glass, unable to fix its cracks and stop the flow of what they could describe as living darkness.  

When you looked at your lover, you looked away — fear and shame in your eyes at the reality of them seeing your true form. 

It was clear to your elven lover. You were afraid of their rejection of your dark and so-called abhorred form. However, they felt neither fear nor disgust. 

Your lover rose from their stone bed and slowly approached you. You kept your head low, but when they kneeled before you, you looked at them and saw only love and acceptance in their eyes. They gently placed the medallion over your neck, returning it to its place against your chest. The medallion shone, allowing you to gain control and call back your true body. The black matter around the cave pulled back into your body, allowing you to shape back into your mortal disguise. 

After the warmth returned to your skin and your eyes returned to their original color, you looked back into your lover as they still held acceptance and love in their eyes. You wanted to break into tears as you never imagined they would accept this side of you. Releasing a heavy sniff, your lover embraced you. They placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around them, clinging and unable to let go. Your ordeal together pushed back as you both reveled in each other’s embrace. Relief and adoration radiated from within your lover’s heart as they were prepared to write songs about your devotion to them, to share how no one should underestimate a creature of the void… 

…especially one in love. 

[piltover-sharpshooter]

Cimeterium (Drabble)

Caitlyn was standing in front of Grayson's tomb. She hadn't been here in a while, and she didn't even know why she had come here in the first place. Perhaps that last debacle with Jinx had hit her harder than she thought, and as she admired the craftsmanship of her mentor's statue and the dedication to which it was maintained, she reached a conclusion that she had reached every time she had set foot in the graveyard.

She hated this place.

It was something she felt ever since she was a kid, she never got the purpose of Graveyards. She'd seen many as she grew up, Ionian graveyards with incense left on each tombstone, Demacian Catacombs filled with long dead heroes, Shuriman burial sites where only a few rocks would denote a body laid to rest...she hated each and every one. People didn't come here for the dead, they came here for themselves, to feel better (or worse), and stare at an empty space imagining the people who are dead to be listening. She had seen what happened to those poor souls that didn't pass on, and that was a fate much worse than death, so for her those who were dead, truly dead, were no longer there to listen.

A few feet away from where she was standing, past all the graves of former sheriffs, you'd find where a lot of the Enforcers and Wardens were laid to rest, good men and women (she hoped) who laid their lives for a good cause. During the time she was sheriff, she had to be there for each one, give speeches to their valor, console grieving people, and more than once get struck by angry family members. Each time she did this without doubt until she was no longer in charge.

And if you were to keep walking to the west, you'd find the Kiramman section of the graveyard, lavished in marble and purple, where many of 'the great Kiramman of old' were buried in highly decorated Mausoleums, as if you were to be entering a long forgotten city. As the heir, she had to attend each and every one of the extended family funerals, even if it was someone she didn't know or (frankly) cared for. This too, she did with no complains, and until her passing she'd have to.

Her passing...

She imagined first what her funeral would be like. Despite her instructions that she didn't want one (She didn't even want a grave with her name) , the city would suddenly recognize all she did and her family would put on a big show of it. People would say how great she truly was, the sacrifices she made, enemies would pretend to have respected her, and she'd get a statue just like Grayson's, most likely a better one. They might even name a park after her. People will debate for decades to come whether or not her death was just, whether if her crusade was just, and history would decide if she was hero or villain.

At that last thought she had to laugh.

"When the bullet enters my skull" She thought. "Why will it matter why? Why will anything?"

Then she imagined her death. Much like her mentor she'd be find in an alley, or the middle of the street, or the park they'd later name after her or wherever and her passing would not have been pretty. Decades of work deemed worthless in a split second decision as a mistake costs her everything, and she finally dies, like a dog put down after it's grown too old and too blind to be useful. She tried to think who'd be the one to end her, Jinx, Mundo, Warwick? Perhaps an outside threat. But no, grand final bouts like that only happened in melodramas, some random person will get lucky or reckless enough and end her. Much like Grayson

She'd not die for her city. People don't die for anything.

People just die.

A sigh escaped her mouth. Again she asked why she had come here? Perhaps she hoped this time would be different...it would be nice to be like father and come to places like this, talk to friends and family of old, finding...peace. But Caitlyn wasn't built for peace, and places like this were not built for her....still....

Closing her eyes she imagined that it was true, and sitting down in front of the cold stone with the visage of her mentor she began to talk, of herself, her achivements, how good of a person Grayson was, what an inspiration she was. Today, she'd try and do this with all the dead she knew here, even if it took her all day.

She hoped she was wrong and they were listening.

The hope would have to be enough.

[eternalbxtterfly]

"Never suicidal, but my life well I ain't afraid to lose it."

@thuganomxcs

"You really are something else aren't you?You say these words yet you're willing to give your life like it's nothing and you could care less.Hm.Honestly i will never understand individuals like you who say something like this.But i suppose that this is fine...i don't need to anyway."

But she on the other hand had that lingering feeling of suicide for quite a while now even before meeting him in the first place.Perhaps he was the one to save her before anything drastic happened to Elise and because of that she was incredibly thankful to him...because if anything were to happen to Yusuke the young woman would not bear the thought losing somebody as wonderful as him in her life and who knows,if she did not know him at all...she...would not be here right now.

[aprimesrpcorner]

🚪 do your worst

~Mun: Ok you’re gonna get my worst!

Have some Angst! >:D

Warning! This may get a bit dark!

1.crying

Today wasn’t a good day.In fact today could be one of Optimus’s worst days in his life.

Of course chaos had ensue, horribly, and he had to tell his team to run and get away from someone dangerous, someone that had messed with him in the past.

That stalker, the one that obsessed over him, and the one that just wanted him, even if he was a prime now, well he was back, stronger then ever before, and now after him again.

The primes team also told him to get out of there, and get help, as quick as he could, he had held onto that particular relic, this relic could help him. But he only knew that it dimensioned hopped, was this going to be risky? Oh he hoped this chose a good place to go to, maybe even just teleporting somewhere would do.

Optimus held onto the star like relic, and it had glowed brightly around him, and soon he was teleported. The prime wasn’t on Earth anymore.

In fact the creatures around him right now, the little aliens, they looked familiar…this planet, was it? The little balloon creatures just seemed confused and probably a bit startled but, he knew where he was now.

Planet Suppalix.

Hosin.

The prime had asked if they knew where their emperor was, and he raced over to where he was navigated, Orange tears escaped his optics, Frag this was so bad, but he could have help now, Hosin can help right? That mech was dangerous, he hoped that his team could handle him for now…and the kids…were they going to be ok? And then there were the Decepticons as well….oh Primus.

And when he made it, he was knocking a bit frantically on the door, the tears kept coming. He was in such a emotional state…

“Hosin! Can you hear me?! Are you there? Please! It’s Optimus! I need to talk to you! This is an emergency!” The Autobot leader exclaimed, he hadn’t felt this much terror in a long time. But he wasn’t sure what else to do. And if the Decepticons found out about their vulnerable state…

What a mess today was.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Twilight Fic List

🖤= tw:dark content

🍑= smut

📚= series/multi-part

💌= requested

Love Song For A Vampire (Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader) 📚

It couldn't be possible. There just had to be some mistake. A werewolf couldn't possibly imprint on a vampire. . . right?

Strange Magic (slight Edward Cullen x Reader)

Edward couldn't quite place his finger on it, but there was something different about the stranger that sat in his living room. One thing was her wonderful scent, the other was that he couldn't read her mind.

Centuries Ago (slight Edward Cullen x Reader)

Those were the moments that scared you the most. Not when you became bloodthirsty, but when you began to forget about details of your human life. You had nearly forgotten how your mother had looked. But you kept the image of Edward branded into your mind. How were you supposed to find him if you forgot what he looked like?

Xanny (Jasper Hale x Reader)

You didn't need any medication. Not when you had Jasper to take the edge off of things.

listen before i go (Edward Cullen x Sister!Reader) 🖤

For once in your life you wished your brother was able to hear your thoughts. You wished he would truly listen.

In the Dead of Night (Edward Cullen x Swan!Reader) 💌

Gone was the sand of Arizona as was the blazing sun that had you feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. Little love would be lost from leaving Arizona. That was something you and Bella could agree on.

Progenitor (Jasper Hale x Vampire!Reader) 💌

"Tell me another story, cowboy." You impishly grin over to the man laying next to you. Your mate. 

Darlin’, Darlin’ (Jacob Black x Swan!Reader) 🍑💌

You weren't looking forward to the wedding but your mother called and pestered you enough to where you just gave up and sent in your RSVP despite your reservations. It wasn't that you didn't like Bella, you just never liked the idea of marriage. Your mom had failed at several before. In the end you always wondered what the point of it all was. 

Jasper Taking You On a Nature Walk HC 💌

Can't Escape the Nightmares (Jasper Hale x Reader/platonic!Rosalie x Reader) 💌🖤

Of course the one night Jasper decides to join his brothers on a hunting trip is the night you experience your reoccurring nightmares.

Prom Shopping with Rosalie HC 💌

Gift Shopping for Jasper's Birthday (ft. Rosalie) 💌

Platonic Bath with Jasper HC 💌

Ichor (Edward Cullen x human!reader)(Edward Cullen x vampire!Bella Swan)💌

There was no warmth of life to Bella, not anymore. Edward had fought against Bella's desire to be like him, an immortal. With her warmth went that oh so sweet honeysuckle scent of her singer blood. He missed nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and listening to her blood coarse through her veins. Everything was cold and hard and unwelcoming now that she was like the rest of the Cullens.

Cradle (Jasper Hale x Reader/platonic!Rosalie x Reader)🖤

It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of that day in the woods.

Magnet (Edward Cullen x Vampire!Reader/ Edward Cullen x Bella Swan/ implied!Jacob Black x Bella Swan)💌

Your dinner lay still on the bed next to you. Nutrients drained from it. Usually you tried not to make a mess when you ate. Tonight, unfortunately, took a different tone.

Nurse (Edward Cullen x Reader)💌

Edward knew immediately when you sat in the front passenger seat of his car that you were sick.

[captaintacosworld]

TW:Dark images..I guess? If you like the omori game ,It’s pretty dark within itself but Look t your own risk

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Stepmom and her friend

𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

Tw:dark!fic,stepcest-stepmom,g!p, smut (reader is asleep), stepmom's friend

Sarah Paulson, Jessica Lange

Sarah was so proud at the way you could swallow her, she couldn't keep this all to herself, she has to tell someone. And who better than her friend Jessica. Knowing Jessica would be more than happy to see that Sarah was able to find the perfect little pet, their little plaything. Praising Sarah for how great of a job she did with choosing you.

Inviting Jessica over in the middle of the night, whilst you and your mother both lay dead asleep. The pair of women sneaking into your bedroom finding you snuggled up in bed. Sarah had Jessica sit in the egg chair in your spacious room, giving her the perfect view as Sarah began tugging the blanket uncovering your nude body. Jessica made small comments about how you must have known they'd be here, causing the both of them to laugh.

Jessica watches as Sarah began slowly filling you up with her cock, your small hands reaching up to grasp your pillow as you begin to stir awake. Whining her name, pushing back up against her, Jessica can't help but laugh at your barely awake state and already you're trying to fuck yourself on your step-mother's cock, like a needy little slut.

It's just a short minute before Sarah begins cumming slowly pulling out of your sensitive cunt. You mumble a thanks mommy and love you, starting to fall back asleep, Sarah plans to wake you reaching out to grasp your shoulder when Jessica's hand lands on her elbow as a sign to stop.

Jessica begins telling her how she wants to feel just how tight you are passed out, wanting to abuse your used cunt.

"Plus isn't it always much more fun when they awake squirming on your cock right, Paulson?" Jessica asked cockily

"Of course, Lange" Sarah smirked

[xunforseenthreatx]

TW:Dark content. Yandere/Obsessed Billy and stu, knife play, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, smut ish

Requested: Billy and stu yandere and part 2 to billy and stu headcanon 

Mentions: AU their plan works. Kinda short. 

  

Once you came to, you were locked up in what you assumed was a basement or a cellar. It was pitch black; your vision was basically useless. You flinched away from the bright light Billy had flicked on; Their heavy footsteps pounded on the stairs above you. You perked up once you heard faint boyish giggling. You started to force yourself to take deep breaths and stay calm. Your heart beat pounded in your ears. You knew if they wanted you dead, you'd be dead like Casey.  You also knew that there was no way in hell you were getting out of this. Stu came into view first; a shit eating grin shined across his face underneath his mask while Billy watched you from a distance.  Stu slid a knife from his pocket to your face. He flicked it open and gently slid the blade across your face. You tense immediately and tears run down your face as panic flashes in your eyes. “Shhhh, pretty doll” Stu whispers in your ear; his breath blowing against your ear. “You look so pretty while you’re scared.” Your body runs cold and your muscles freeze in place as you feel the cool metal dragged against your throat. “We’ve been watching your pretty ass for a while. I think you made us wait too long, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Stu whined out like an impatient child. Stu kept the knife to your throat as he began to run his hands down your body. Billy walked closer; he was so quiet you didn’t hear him coming. You nearly jumped out of your skin as you felt Billy pressed himself against you. Billy played with your hair for a minute before yanking your head back. He hissed in your ear as Stu’s blade slid down your chest. “You are ours. You belong to us” He licked the back of your neck, “consider yourself lucky, you are the only one that survived.” 

Headcanons: 

- Living with Billy and Stu is an adjustment for sure, they are both super controlling. You aren’t allowed out without one of them or both. They control your diet, the clothes you were, and you have an strict routine and schedule 

- Stu lets you get away with small things and is more lenient than Billy. Stu even lets you break routine but don’t let Billy find out. He’ll punish you both. 

- Stu however leaves you bloodier than Billy. Don’t get me wrong they are both sadists. Billy just is less messy than Stu and better at aftercare. 

- They watch you on cameras constantly. Billy basically knows every single step you take. Stu watches you throughout the day; he typically checks on you in between killings or classes

- Punishments always involve a knife. Your first punishment for trying to escape was them carving their names into your thighs. Billy claimed it was for your own good; that you didn’t understand where you belonged yet. That was the  last time you tried to escape.  If you make Billy really mad he’ll put a collar and leash on you and make you crawl beside them. Degradation is normal with Billy while Stu uses a mix of praise and degradation. They never let you forget who owns who. 

- Stu is a little spoon while Billy is a big spoon. You lay in the middle of them. 

- Eventually  they take you out of the basement and into the lake house that Stu’s parents gave him. They often spoil you with movie marathons and snacks. Stu gets you a surprise from time to time. Billy brings you flowers and jewelry from victims.

[lunacornfan2k24]

M rated Vampire hunter au sequel fic with She/her Phoenix written in 2nd person pov tw:dark, gruesome deaths, mind manipulation, torture

Please mind the tags!

[writingsofwesteros]

dark!docter!targaryen (any of them), taking advantage of the sweet, innocent patient they have, she only came to the doctors because of a bad stomach ache she had but the doctors says she has to stay overnight; they keep coming up with every lie to keep her in the hospital with them.

Imagine when she comes because she wants a child..and they take complete control over the situation.

TW:DARK She is drugged in bed and they take full advantage

[simpalert]

refugee au-a undertale au

tw:dark stuff mentions, death, exacution, war, stuff like that

this is isnpired by what core frisk has

basically a au were a bunch of characters from different undertale aus reside and stay safe and happy.

heres a list of everyone so far

barbie:a peppy muffet from the destroyed au of ribbontale, super nice and social, loves to bake

unknown:from a unknown au, he was kicked out for being a glitch, shy and very jumpy. can not handle being yelled at thnx to trauma, wears oversized stuff alot

cora:young and very quiet, practically mute, was exiled from theyre au cus they were framed for the murder of her family

frisktem:frisk, but a temmie, that's it

metalore:very sassy and super sweet, goes by any pronouns [she/he/they/it] their au was wiped/erased

spark:very shy, and also close to mute, not as much as cora but close. he was to be executed in his au but was saved

splatter:a rejected version of ink who was going to be wiped but was saved, is awkward and shy at first but is really nice

loss:a monster kid from a war torn au, lost his eyes and is blind. follows any adult he hears around, is somehow so chipper and peppy even after everything

fallen:is a papyrus whose au was distroyed in a war, he was a soldier in it, he lost his arm, was seen as a hero in his au, very tired [bbys got insomnia]. misses his brother who died in his au, alot

atlas:a shy and loving gaster, war destroyed his au, lost his sons in the war, a lil jumpy and shy but really sweet

there will be more characters added, i just need to design and name them

[alexissero]

14 associations: Alexis

Animal: Badger -Aggressive when highly provoked, will warn when you tread on unwanted grounds with him. Short in stature but still fearsome, experienced individuals will be more wary when dealing with Alexis. Sociable but his resting face tells you that he either wants to kill whoever approaches him next, or is just pissed in general.

Colors: Black and Gold, Dark and Bright colours. Using the contrast to conceal what's important, while highlighting distractions with the brighter colours.

Song: Playlist or Mercykill - Deadshot! (tw:dark topics)

Number: Four, the amount of times he's been in love.

Day or Night: Night - Things are quieter when the sun rests, allows him to brood alone.

Plants: Metaphorically, he'd be a weed. Leeching off of others for maintaining his sanity, to acquire comfort through his own means.

Scents: Musky sweat, strangely odourless. A hint of fresh grass as if he's been rolling around in it.

Gemstones: Amber, not only the colour but it's known for keeping specimens of insects and other manner of creatures in it. Just waiting for a day that it comes out, his own self-hatred.

Season: Winter. Not necessarily because he's silent and quiet, but his unwillingness to let go of something once he grabs hold of it. Like a heavy snowfall when you're out hiking, if lucky enough you'll evade his hold but mistake it and you are most likely tied down and it becomes a constant struggle to get out of it.

Places: Any forested areas, it brings him some level of comfort and relief. Not enough to ward off the memories that comes with it, the trauma and horrific past is wrapped up in a form of familiarity and nostalgia.

Foods: Anything edible, not picky. Doesn't care, as long as it keeps him alive. He does not eat for leisure, it's only for survival to him.

Eorzean Deity: None, he had only heeded to the Green Word and the Word of the Forest. If he has to for conversation sakes, he'd choose Halone. It's easy to understand why, so the conversation would cut shorter then usual.

Eorzean Elements: Lightning. Alexis has the ability to surpass his limits far beyond, a more iconic part of this is his speed when he uses it. The Gold in his eye would trail behind, a sort of semblance to the Speedsters. Lightning for it's speed as it is literally light.

Drink: Black Coffee or plain water.

Tagged by: @thorneyes (Thank you!)

Tagging: @humblemooncat @thorcat @thegreatsharkleve @ashenbun @piccadilly-bard @midnightmagicks @arasnealashandr and honestly whoever wants to do this prompt for their glorbies!