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meliciousmel13 · 8 months ago

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̗̗̀̀➛ killer!billie headcannons

paring: killer!billie x bimbo!reader warnings: smut, obsessive behavior, face sitting, stalking? (kind of), billie kills someone here, grinding, i think thats it tell me if you find any more please!

wc: 1,487

SYNOPSIS: headcannons of killer!billie x bimbo!reader

taglist: @chrissv4mp, if your not a part of this list but want to be comment under my tag list post, which is on my masterlist.

an: i wrote this today 💀 IM ON MY PERIODDD and kind of horny ngl

at first, she didn’t think much of you. she thought you were just another co-worker at her boring office job that sometimes brought everyone coffee, like the angel you were.

until she saw her co-worker, oliver, flirt with you. she knew he was flirting with you because he was touching you. he was touching your shoulder, and touching your hair. and touching, and touching. he would stop fucking touching you.

she hated that it irritated her. hated the way you wore things that made people look, like that skimpy top you wore last week, everyone was looking.

the first time you talked to her, you smiled, gave her a tissue wrapped doughnut and black coffee with one sugar cube. said it was nice to meet her and that you were new here.

it’s either you knew her, or just guessed her coffee preference. but you were so thoughtful.

she unknowingly started to follow you to the empty parking lot and find you fumbling with your keys with papers stacked on one arm.

she imagined helping you, taking those papers from you and handing you her number, maybe you call her and invite her to diner or something, anything.

but she never did anything. only savored the way her hand brushes yours whenever you were handing her the breakfast she relied on.

sometimes she skips meals so she can talk to you.

she didn’t even have to ask. just subtly hint that she forgot her lunch at home—and, oh, whatever will she do?

“you can have some of mine.” you smiled softly, pushing half of your sandwich into her hands.

“oh, i can’t take your food. it’s fine, i can go a day without lunch.” billie said, shaking her head. knowing that you would deny her not eating.

“what? no. half already fills me up you can take it.”

“if you insist.” she smiled.

it wasn’t her fault she followed oliver home. it was his fault, for flirting with what was hers. you.

she imagined stabbing oliver in the neck. hiding the body, and comforting you when you run to her, talking about how awful it is for someone to stab such a nice person.

until she actually killed him.

billie prepared her rubber gloves, the sharpened knife and various things. she thought of her plan. would she just knock on his door and stab him? no. that was too dangerous. someone might see her.

so she decided to sneak in his backyard. he lived alone, with 2 cats and 2 woman constantly coming in and out. great, he was even a cheater. see? he deserved it.

and he even screamed like a pussy. wearing his stupid shark boxers and still had his work button up on.

the next day the police came to see the crime. one of the girls he was cheating on knocked on his door to find his dick severed and his throat slit.

and guess who you came to cry to? her. you cried over someone you barely knew.

“i can’t—” hic. “i can’t believe someone s—” hic.

“shh.” she rubbed your back, while you were crying into her shoulder, you were wearing a light pink skirt on and a pretty top that left nothing for the imagination, “maybe i can come over? bake everyone cookies?”

“mhmm,” you sniffle, wiping your tears and snot on her shirt, “m’ sorry bout' your shirt.” you breathe.

“it’s okay, you can make it up to me. give me two cookies instead of one.” billie said, smiling, hiding her satisfaction.

“i’ll give you four.” you giggle. angel.

so she came over. she walked into your house invited. and she didn’t even stalk you to find out where you live—she was being good.

you opened the door with smallest fucking shorts she’s ever seen, and a tiny pink top, with no bra. which means that your nipples were leaving a small print on the fabric.

she’s in heaven. the whole house was lathered in your perfume and natural scent. and the walls were decorated with paintings and little trinkets. she knew your house wouldn’t be boring, like olivers. she sat on your couch and it was so soft.

she thought of fucking you on it. how your moans would ricochet off the pretty walls and how her cock would pump in your pretty pussy. how you would be too afraid to touch her back in case your accidentally scratched at it and hurt her. you could never hurt her.

how she would convince you to sit on her lap, naked, and whine and whimper, begging her to just fuck you already, like you couldn’t wait any longer.

she imagined convincing you to sit on her face. how you’d be too cautious, afraid to break her nose or neck. you would still do it though, sitting on her pretty face that was filled with a satisfied smile.

she would have her head almost falling off the edge of your bed, offering you to just get off her face if it was too much, it would first start off slow, you hover over her face not even siting. holding and gripping her hands, how she would leave small kisses on your thighs before extending her tongue and tasting you.

you would ‘mhph’ at that, left breathless and feeling your knees go weak, she would take her other hand and guide you to fully sit, she would feel the weight of you on her mouth. how she would shove her long pink tongue into you.

you would moan, still holding her hand and gripping her hair, bucking your hips. actually riding her. how your pouty lips let out the prettiest noises. how would let go of her hand and hold her head with both your hands and squeeze her head between your thighs.

she didn’t do any of that, obviously. just helped you with making your cookies.

you were putting in the chocolate chips now, and billie was holding your waist and watching. in reality, she didn’t do shit to help. only preparing the ingredients and keeping you company.

“now we bake them forr, i think 20 minutes.” you said, pushing the tray into the oven and bending, to reveal your striped panties. she was behind you, could feel your ass pushing against her pelvis.

“your really good at baking.” she complemented.

“thank you.” you blush, and smile.

she realized you were an angel ages ago. but when you offered for her to sleep over? oh.

she entered your room and saw the mess, the thrown dirty underwear and your “work” clothes throw in the corner of the room.

your face was flushed and you apologized for the mess. billie didn’t mind though, even helped you clean, she always treated you well, your mom would love her.

you thought about billie meeting your parents, they would think she was the best person you’ve brought them to meet, since all your other boyfriends only wanted you for your body. their personality was horrible too, they all treated your mom awfully.

but billie would never, she’d probably help your mom in the kitchen when she’s preparing the dinner. and your dad would talk about how he needed a helping hand in his mechanic company. noticing how well she was with her hands.

you imagined how the sweat would roll off her forehead—and now that’s dangerous territory, let’s not think of that.

you let billie sleep in your bed, since you didn’t want her to sleep on the floor with a pillow. that would hurt her back.

you didn’t even think of why her knee was between your thighs, she didn’t mean to push herself behind you and do that

you woke up with billie’s knee between your thighs, she adjusted her position and unconsciously moved her knee upward, causing it to hit your pussy, and you sniffled a moan, putting a hand over her knee and grinding subtly.

you were dirty. even moved your shorts and panties to the side to feel the rough fabric of her sweatpants on your bare pussy, feeling her knee hitting your clit at the perfect angle. almost like she was awake.

you slid your hand under the pillow and gripped, digging your head into the pillow and sniffling your whines.

you felt billie shuffle, and stiffen.

“good morning, angel.” she whispered in your ear, putting your shorts and panties back to their designated spot, not before brushing your clit with her middle finger, “were you busy there? sorry, your whining woke me up.”

you apologized a million times, couldn’t stop thinking of her deep, raspy morning voice in your ears. and her knee.

billie left soon after. she didn’t leave empty handed though, she left your house with a box of chocolate chip cookies and two pairs of your dirty underwear stuffed in her pockets. and a little lip gloss stain on her cheek.

#billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish smut #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish headcannons

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antinous-is-alive · 4 months ago

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*He only nodded, as he relaxed again. After a few more minutes of silence, he carefully asks,*

"Anyways... Is there anything else about you I should know-?..."

Open Starter!

Ten years.

Astyanax had spent all ten years of his life on a ship, heading to a place he knew next to nothing about. His dad, Odysseus, told him stories of his family on those foreign shores…Penelope and Telemachus.

Ten years seemed to drag by slowly, but regardless, they were home.

Home wasn’t exactly what he thought it’d be, though. He watched his dad end the lives of over a hundred men with morbid curiosity.

Even when all the suitors were gone, people still looked at him funny. Was it his eyes? The color of his skin? Did he do something wrong?

A lot of people didn’t seem to like him…but that was okay, he figured. Not everyone would.

So here he sits, on a stone by the sea, weaving his fifth flower crown of the day. He looks back on his life, wondering. Was he…really supposed to be here…?

#antinous epic #epic: the musical #epic the musical rp #alternate universe rp #hold him down! ⚔️#while i slit his throat... 💀

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viviansturns · 3 days ago

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this is real freaky but matt using one of those slip necklaces on reader

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𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆

cw: choking with slip necklace (none with hand), bruising afterwards, rough doggy style, p in v (use protection guys!), softdom!matt

DISCLAIMER!!! This is some really freaky and possibly triggering(?) stuff so read at your own risk. it does include some themes of masochism (enjoying pain) so beware. ALSO this is not furry shit...

He said it was just a necklace he bought you. Minimalist, silver, barely noticeable— a surprise.

You hadn’t even noticed it at first. Not when he walked through your door slightyl sheepisy.. Not when he kicked his shoes off and leaned against your counter like he didn’t just drive two hours to see you on a Thursday night.

But now? Now that he’s standing in front of you, all slow eyes and parted lips, slipping the necklace from under his shirt and holding the ring at the base between two fingers?

Yeah. You notice.

“C’mere,” he says, and there’s something in his voice—lower, velvet-dragged gravel—that makes your stomach swoop.

You step forward.

He hooks the necklace over your neck. Lets the chain sit soft against your skin. The little metal ring dangles low, right over your sternum.

Then he tugs.

It’s not rough. Not yet. Just enough to make you stumble a step forward, catch yourself on his chest.

Your breath hitches.

“Oh,” you whisper.

He leans down, mouth brushing your ear. “That’s what it’s for.”

Your knees feel stupid. He gives the necklace another gentle tug, and you swear your pulse jumps straight into your throat.

“I thought it was yours,” you murmur.

Matt smirks. “It is. That’s the fun part.”

He keeps holding the ring between his fingers. Doesn’t yank, doesn’t pull. Just enough tension to make your breath catch. Just enough to remind you that you’re not the one in control.

You look up at him. Your heart’s racing. “You’re serious.”

He smiles, slow and lazy. “You’ll like it. Promise.”

He guides you back until your knees hit the bed. You sink down, heart hammering, thighs pressed together as anticipation builds like a pressure cooker behind your ribs.

Matt kneels between your legs, his palms bracketing your knees. The chain still hangs from your neck, the ring nestled just above your chest, and he picks it up again—lazy, like he’s got all the time in the world. His eyes flicker from the ring to your face.

“You want me to use this?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

His gaze darkens, and that’s all he needs.

He pushes you gently back until you’re lying flat on the mattress, shirt rumpled, breaths shallow. With one hand, he presses into your sternum, grounding you there while the other wraps the chain behind your neck, pulling the ring up until the metal rests flush against your throat.

“You’re gonna keep this on the whole time,” he says. “Got it?”

Your breath stutters. “Yes.”

He grins.

His mouth finds your collarbone first—warm lips trailing down, teasing the edge of your bra as he shifts lower. The hand not on the necklace slides beneath your shirt and up your stomach, fingers splaying wide as he pushes the fabric up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmurs, like he’s amused, proud. “Barely touched you.”

And then he does touch you. His fingers tug at your waistband, slipping beneath it, dragging your shorts and underwear down in one practiced motion. You lift your hips without thinking, needing it. Needing him.

You can feel the cold kiss of the necklace against your skin as he pulls the ring again, gently—just enough to tilt your head up, to keep you looking at him.

“Stay there,” he says.

He kisses down your torso, lips soft but unrelenting, until he settles between your legs.

And then—God—he licks you.

Long, slow, and deep, up your slit.. You cry out without meaning to, hands fisting the sheets. His hands hook around your thighs, holding you open, holding you down, while his mouth works deliberately—sucking, flicking, tasting.

He eats you out like he’s been starving for you.

And he never once lets the necklace go. His hand stays curled around the ring, pulling it just enough to make your neck arch, to keep you exposed, gasping, needing.

When you start to writhe, thighs twitching around his head, he tightens the grip on your hips and flicks his tongue faster, more focused, circling your clit until you’re almost sobbing with it.

“Matt—oh my God—”

He hums into you, the vibration shooting through your core like lightning. Your vision goes white as you fall apart, legs shaking, back bowing, your orgasm crashing over you with humiliating ease.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps going, tongue relentless, sucking you through it, building you up again before the first one’s even faded. You squirm, oversensitive, but the necklace—his grip on that ring—keeps you grounded.

He finally pulls back when your body goes limp, skin flushed and breath ragged. He crawls back up, kissing your inner thigh, your hip, your stomach, like he’s savoring every inch of you.

And then he leans down, kisses your lips like he didn’t just wreck you, and whispers:

“You’re gonna take me now, right? Like a good girl?”

Your mouth is still parted in shock. You nod.

You're still catching your breath, skin slick with sweat, limbs trembling from the comedown when Matt sits back on his knees and pushes his hoodie over his head. His chest is bare underneath—tattoos, the whole fucking package—and you don’t even have time to admire before he's unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down, underwear with them, cock flushed and hard and already dripping.

You swallow. Your hips twitch.

“Turn over,” he says. Voice wrecked. Him, wrecked.

You hesitate for half a second—he yanks the ring at your throat, hard enough to drag a gasp out of you, and you obey instantly, flipping to your stomach and rising onto your knees.

“God, you look perfect like this.” He runs his hand down your spine, open-palmed, not soft. Like he owns every inch he touches.

And then he grabs the necklace again—fingers sliding under the chain at the back of your neck—and pulls.

Your back arches.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

He reaches between your legs with his free hand, slides his fingers through the mess between your thighs—still wet, still so ready. He groans.

“Shit, baby, you’re dripping for me.”

You whine into the pillow. You want him so bad it hurts.

He teases your entrance with the head of his cock, slow little thrusts that don’t quite go in. His other hand still has the necklace wrapped around his fist, using it like reins, like leverage.

And when he finally pushes in—deep—he tugs the chain again.

You cry out, full instantly, stretched wide and fucked open all at once.

He growls behind you. “That’s it. Take it. Let me hear you.”

You moan shamelessly, head dropping forward, the pull of the necklace forcing your spine to curve, your hips to tilt just right for him.

He thrusts slow at first, dragging it out—just to watch you shake, hear your breath hitch. And then he starts to move faster. Deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, wet and obscene and perfect.

Every time you start to fall forward, he yanks the necklace.

And every time he does, your let out a loud moan and arch your back even further into the mattress— face down.

Your orgasm hits you again without warning—shattering, uncontrollable. You sob into the pillow as you come around him, thighs trembling violently, and Matt groans so low it vibrates through you.

“Fuck—you’re so tight when you come—shit—”

He doesn’t last long after that.

One more sharp tug of the necklace, one more snap of his hips, and he spills into you with a choked moan, yelling your name, collapsing over your back, chest heaving, mouth pressed to your shoulder.

The necklace slips from his hand and clinks softly against your back.

You’re both still catching your breath—him slumped over your back, arms loose around your waist, your own body trembling from the aftershocks. Your cheek is pressed into the pillow, and the chain is still snug around your neck, cooled down now but sensitive, the skin beneath it hot and aching.

Matt notices.

He lifts his head and presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. Then another. Then one right on the back of your neck, soft and grounding.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice scratchy from moaning your name. “Still with me?”

You hum. Barely coherent. “Fuck Matt, that was so—” you flop onto the bed with exhaustion.

That’s enough for him.

“Okay, baby,” he says, even softer, “let’s get this off.”

He carefully reaches around your neck, fingers working at the clasp of the slip necklace. You can feel the tremble in his hands—adrenaline still wearing off, or maybe the weight of what just happened settling in.

When the chain comes loose, he sets it gently on the nightstand. You hear the soft clink of metal against wood.

And then his fingers trace the skin it left behind.

A faint ring of red, delicate bruising at the nape, tiny indents like petals in bloom. Not angry. Just tender.

“Shit,” Matt breathes, guilt clouding his voice as he runs his thumb gently over the marks. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I pulled too hard.”

You start to shake your head, but he hushes you instantly.

“Don’t,” he says. “You’re not saying it didn’t hurt just to make me feel better.”

“N—no it’s okay, it hurt, but in a good way.”

He leans forward and kisses the bruises, slow and careful. Like an apology made with his mouth.

“I’m gonna get a cream, okay?” he whispers against your skin. “The lavender one you like.”

You blink your eyes open as he leaves the bed, watching his silhouette move through the dim room—naked, flushed, his hair a mess, still glowing with the aftermath.

When he returns, he kneels beside you on the bed, unscrews the cap, warms the balm between his fingers.

“Let me know if it stings.”

It doesn’t. His fingers are gentle, stroking the soothing salve into your skin in little circles. He keeps kissing your shoulders in between—one, two, three.

You let your eyes fall shut, and you feel his arms come around you from behind. He pulls the covers over both of you, dragging you to his chest, burying his face in your hair.

“Still mine?” he mumbles, lips against your temple.

You nod sleepily. “Yeah. Always.”

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath for hours.

“Good,” he whispers. “Just making sure.”

never thought i'd find this hot but here we are!!!! reminder that this is not furry leash shit puh leasaseee

also PLEASE send me in more freaky asks this is so funn!

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sillysillygoofygoose · 2 years ago

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"Speak Up" ♡

You dont get anything unless you tell Toji exactly what you want.

*daddy/little one usage, ddlg-ish, safeword used, implied subspace... don't like, don't read <333 MDNI, READER IS 18+

LMAAOO GUYS literally ignore everything I said in my last miguel post (though I stand by it 😩) because reader is the polar opposite in this one 💀 I'm such a clown y'all, I switch up sooo fast

"Please?" Your hoarse voice barley leaves your throat as your mouth hangs open in exhaustion.

"Aw, c'mon, little one... you can do much better than that, don't cha think?" His sly delivery makes the heat in your lower stomach spread like a forest fire.

Flushed features scrunching up at his teasing, you grow more and more frustrated at his antagonizing and sadistic games. Toji's thick, calloused fingers ghost over your embarrassingly soaked pussy, treating you as if you were a burning hot stove top. Every slip of his fingers down your slit has your back arching from his chest, legs threatening to unlatch from his built thighs. His legs keep yours spread as you sit on his clothed lap, feeling his twitching boner against your pudgy ass.

You never realized how quiet you get in bed... almost as if someone switches on your mute button the second your clothes hit the ground. Toji hates it. Of course, he thinks you're cute - the way you clasp your hand over your mouth every time a noise threatens to leak out - but he wants to hear you. He needs to hear you. Especially when you get all mushy and pathetic, just for him.

Your hushed whines are almost overpowered by the lewd wet sounds Toji pulls from your pussy as he sinks his middle and ring fingers in, knuckle deep. He's guided you to your edge four times already. And everytime he's pulled you back from stumbling over.

"Pleeaasee, I want it. Fuck, really want it daddy." Griping onto his bicep, you feel tears begin to build alongside your orgasm. Your bare toes curl in on themselves as tingling sensations blur in your feet and travel up your sensitive, desperate little body.

"What do ya want? Huh, baby? C'mon, tell Daddy, use your big girl words." Toji smiles when he sees the delicate muscles in your stomach clench as your body stutters.

"I want to. Please. 's so embarrassing. " More mumbles. He really thought he was getting somewhere. You feel the coil in your stomach unsatisfyingly unravel, fall apart more like, as Toji removes his fingers from your body without warning.

"No! Why-why did you stop? I was so close." The tears splashing at your waterline race down your overheated cheeks as you completely remove your body from your cruel boyfriend's touch.

"You gotta speak up, baby, or I won't know what you want." His sadistic smile only makes you cry harder as he gathers you up in his arms once again, spreading your weak, trembling legs. Turning you to face him, he positions your crying cunnie over his brawny leg, clit immediately rubbing against his sweatpants. The pain overrides the pleasure as he rocks you back and forth against him, forcing stimulation on your puffed parts.

"No more, n'more. 'M all done." You beg, pushing his broad shoulders as you shiver and shake, tears gathering at the tip of your nose while you look down in shame.

"You can take one more, hm baby? All you have to do is ask nicely, and I'll give you anything you want, sweets." His pushes you down harder, forcing a sob out of your lips, splotched face buried in his neck.

"Nnmmh. No. No, thank you. Red." Your last word is hardly a whisper, but Toji hears you loud and clear.

"Oh, hey, hey, shit baby, I'm sorry." Toji hands fly from your hips as he lets you crawl from his thigh, disoriented and shy. Your cries increase into the palm of your shaky hands as embarrassment crashes over your overexerted body.

"Fuck, 'm so sorry little one. Didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." The pit in his stomach only grew deeper and more dreadful as you refused to look at him, balled up into your own frenzy. You heave out tired breaths as you grab onto his hand, moving to rest on his shoulder, signaling that he can touch you.

"Was too much. Just need to cum, daddy. 'M so overwhelmed." You wipe your tears away as you tiredly peck Toji's cheek, melting the worry off his face.

"Daddy will make you feel good, sweets. I'm so sorry, baby." Toji slowly moves his hand from yours to cup your soaked pussy, but feeling you tense, he decides to help his pretty girl more delicately.

"Here, sweet girl, lay down f'me." Toji grunts as he maneuvers satin draped pillows under your hips. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, okay?"

Immediately, you feel his tongue flat against your core and you moan out, dejected pussy embracing the strong hits of pleasure.

You buck your hips into Toji's welcoming mouth as he nuzzles his lower face into you. Exhausted but invigorated, your hips find their own rhythm against Toji's mouth and nose. You don't hold back, whines, moans, and whimpers alike rushing from your mouth like a waterfall of praise.

"Mhm mhm, cum f'me pretty baby. You deserve it, such a good girl" Toji doesn't even break from you as he encourages you through your sudden but long anticipated orgasm, mumbling and groaning into your pussy. Your legs force him further down against you as your back hovers off the bed, panting filling the room as you ride your release.

Closing your eyes, your legs drop to either side of Toji's head. Your plump lips are spread, taking in as much air as your lungs will allow as dried tear tracks fade against your pink cheeks. Baby hairs stick to your sticky, sweaty forehead. He chuckles, looking up at your spaced state.

"You alright, doll?" He huffs out, rubbing up and down your outer thigh. You don't respond, simply letting your hand flop on top of his as you nestle yourself into the inviting mattress under you.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

Credit to @pommecita for the divider <3333

#size difference #fem reader #jjk x reader #age difference #jjk #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji headcanons #toji zenin #toji x you

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harpsinfinity · 3 months ago

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Best of both worlds

Vendetta!Chris redfield X afab!fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: oral (m receiving), mention of reader recieving oral, riding (like a rodeo), praise, spanking (yk what hell yeah), aftercare !!

The tags on this got bigger and bigger as I kept on writing this 💀😭

REQUESTS OPEN !!

Word count: 1.4k

Song to listen to while reading:

You peer up at Chris through your pleasure-drunk haze, your body was still buzzing and trembling from every orgasm he gave you. He'd had his tongue stuffed inside of you for at least an hour, making you cry out his name and clamp your thighs around his head. Now, it was your time to return to the favour.

The sight of you positioned on your knees between his thighs had his cock kick in his boxers, making a mess as it drooled pre. You were so beautiful, he couldn't get enough of you. Every curve, every scar, mark. The intoxicating taste of your pussy.

He watched with baited breath as your fingers nimbly hooked around the waistband, tugging down just enough for him to spring free. A groan graced his lips when your fingers wrapped around the base of his fat, heavy cock. The pre he leaked already enough to create embarrassing, wet sounds as you began to stroke him.

Shlick, shlick, shlick

Chris cursed into his breath when your tongue came out to swipe and lick at the swollen slit of him, fingers threading through the soft locks of your hair.

"yeah, just like that, honey, fuck"

His stomach tensed when you brought your lips to the head of his cock, sucking at it softly. The hand stroking him increased in speed. while he was absorbed by the pleasure you were giving him, you took the time to travel your spare hand up his torso, moving across his torso and feeling up the defined muscle there.

It was as if the greek gods had carved out every inch of his perfect form, just waiting for you. He was so perfect, so handsome.

It made you moan as your other hand abandoned his cock, your mouth moving to take him fully before a complaint bubbled up in his throat. A throaty groan came forth from his lips as your fully engulfed him, lips stretching to accommodate to him as your cheeks hollowed as you sucked and swallowed around him.

The salty taste of pre made you moan around his cock, the vibrations shooting straight up his spine in bliss.

"ugh- that's it, that's it, c'mon babygirl"

A deep sigh left Chris' parted lips, fighting the urge to buck into your mouth wildly. he wanted to let you control the pace, and not accidentally choke you or block your airway. Yet he couldn't help the occasional twitch of his hips, tipping his head back and groaning each time your lips reached the base of him, nose deep in the happy trail lining down from his stomach.

The beginnings of an orgasm began to coil in his stomach, your mouth felt good, not as good as your pussy wrapped around him, but good.

His cock pulsed when your eyes flit up to meet his, taking in his form. Sweaty, a rosy hue dusting his stubbled cheeks. The way his muscles tensed each time his sensitive tip nudged the back of your throat.

Chris could've busted right on the spot when his eyes dared to meet yours, sucking his cock like you were made for it. Your lips were messy with a coat of spit and his pre as he sucks a sharp breath through his parted lips

A deep, throaty groan graced his lips when one of your soft hands made it's way to cup his fat, heavy balls. squeezing and massaging them. You were perfect, everything you did. He could've come on the spot and you hadn't even gotten properly started on him.

His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, he knew he was going to get close soon. He decided he wanted to finish in your sweet pussy, not your mouth. He abruptly pulled you off his cock, guiding you onto his lap as he smashed his lips against yours, helping you to grind your slick centre against him. You whimpered as he all but shoved his tongue down your throat, a hand threading through your hair to keep you in place

"Chris.."

You whined, you felt so empty, walls begging to clamp around something, it almost hurt clenching around nothing. He shushed you, rubbing your sides soothingly .

"shh, I've got you baby, I've got you"

And with that, he guides you down onto his cock, inch by every, thick inch. The stretch was so delicious it had you drooling before he was even fully seated inside of you.

A moan graced your lips as your hips met his, he was so big. You knew you needed a moment to adjust to him, but you couldn't wait. Your hips moved as if they had a mind of it's own as you began to ride Chris like your life depended on it, planting your hands on his torso to steady yourself

Squealing every time the fat tip of him slammed into that spot inside of you that had you melting like a popsicle on a warm day.

His name was on the tip of your tongue, rolling off it so beautifully as the sound of the soft flesh of your ass met his hips, bouncing off the walls.

"oh god, Chris"

You wailed, desperately chasing your high on his fat cock like it was just a toy for you to use until you were nothing but a mushy, moaning mess ontop of him.

You were stuffed so deliciously full, it made your mind melt and your pussy pulse around him

"atta girl, give it to me, that's it"

You yelped at his hand came down on the fat of your ass harshly, the pleasure-pain wasn't unwelcomed. You clenched hard around him as his hand kneaded the reddening flesh before delivering another round of harsh smacks

"oh god !"

Your hips moved in a frenzy, the twitch of his cock inside you only spurring you on further, with the goal of coming and being filled up with his come

The blunt nails of your fingers dug into the skin of his abdomen, your brows furrowed with a cockdrunk expression upon your flushed features.

You wailed as Chris began to punch his hips upwards, relentlessly hitting your sweet spot with a ridiculously precise aim. Throwing your head back, as your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack in overwhelming bliss.

Your body twitched and writhed as the sharp coil tightening in your abdomen was near snapping.

"that's it, give it to me, baby"

He encouraged you, toying with your swollen clit as a choked sob ripped through you. Your high crashing into you like a train, soaking his cock and the sheets below.

Chris groaned as he reached his own end, filling you up with his fat, white hot load.

His powerful arms caught you as you slumped forward into his chest, floating down from your high.

his soft lips pressed, slow, drawn out kisses to your lips. It made your heart flutter when your mind finally came back to earth.

Slowly, you were lifted off of his softening cock with a wet pop, making you whine as the mix of shared release dripped down your thighs.

Chris shushed you with a kiss to your temple before whisking you away to the bathroom to clean you up,

Topping up the bathtub with all the bubbles you could wish for, running his hands over your skin and massaging the knots out of your tired muscles, sharing tender kisses as the both of you basked in the warmth of eachother

Finally, dried off in a fuzzy towel, you found yourself bundlee in his arms, accommodated in his t-shirt. The scent of his faded cologne and soft breathing lulled you into a peaceful rest

harpsinfinity 2025©

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝙸 ⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/angst/smut

⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.

⛧ Word Count: 2.k-ish

⛧ Warnings: If you don't like horror turn back now. This isn't graphic by any means but there are horror elements! Slight sadomasichism, full blown yandere vibes, mentions of toxic ex, mention of dead body w/ tame description, shallow knife wound (you don't get stabbed. no worries), knife/blood play, a lil smut because there's kissing/fingering/nipple play, pet names (babe, baby) a threesome happens but is only referenced, slasherfucker reader, reader's kinda losing it

⛧ A/N: This is part 2 in a series. I linked the first part in the summary. Part 1 was dark and fluffy while this one is really dark and angsty. There's still romance but said romance is kinda psychotic. For the record, I'm in no way encouraging you to go out and have sex with two psychokillers. But if they're Minsung hot? I meaaaaan....

💀 <<< Rewind to Tape 1 or Keep Going to Tape 3 >>> 💀

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

Street Fighter is a game. Monopoly is a game. Minho forcing you to hold a knife to his throat in the middle of their kitchen? This is unlike any game you’ve ever played before. Against your better judgment, you throw caution to the wind and ask the million dollar question.

“And what are the rules to this game of yours?”

Minho clicks his tongue, delighted at your morbid curiosity, “It’s simple really. If I can make my lips touch yours without the blade slitting my throat open I get a kiss.”

“And if he doesn’t—” Han muses, “I’m down a roommate I suppose.”

“Kiss or death, baby” Minho says, leaning into the tip of the blade so that it's agonizingly slow to witness. He stops when it pricks his skin, a scarlet drop of blood rising to the surface. Your fingers tremble around the handle of the knife, your body running ice cold at the realization that this is actually happening.

“You’re both fucking psycho!” you shout, twisting free of them with reckless abandon. You stumble backward into the kitchen counter, the blade still in your hand. When you regain your footing you notice tiny droplets of blood decorating the white tile floor. You trace their source to the much larger cut in the side of Minho’s neck.

Han stares at you with a Milky Way galaxy of stars dancing behind his eyes, “So she does have it in her.”

Time itself seems to come to a halt when you register what you’ve done. You hadn’t meant to do it but, accident or not, you did it. “Oh god, no, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry. I…I…” you stutter, tossing the knife into the sink. Minho takes a deep breath, running his fingers across his wound as he approaches you. “It’s okay. I’ll live” he smirks, applying blood to his lips like some luxurious lipstick, “Now about that kiss.”

Minho’s close enough to you that you can feel his shallow breaths against your face. His bottom lip brushes yours and your mouth falls open without hesitation. The voice of the girl you were before you came here whispers for you to run—leave this place and never come back—but it’s far too late for that. Minho locks you in a kiss, metallic and sweet, that makes you a stranger to yourself.

It’s not you hungrily kissing Minho, blood staining his collar as he takes greedy handfuls of your plush body. It’s not your cheek that Han cups, tilting your head to the side to steal kisses and taste that last bit of blood on your tongue. Only…it is you and you’re loving every second of it. So much that when Han unbuttons your jeans, slipping a hand inside to tease your clit, you’ve already managed to soak through your panties.

“Aah, I knew it” he whispers, lightly stroking your entrance, “I told you she was the one. That she was special.” You moan into Minho’s mouth when Han’s fingers sink into you, your cries of pleasure echoing within his cheeks. “It’s true. You’re our special girl, aren’t you?” Minho hums, his thumb circling one of your nipples through your shirt.

The praise goes to your head in the worst way, setting a once cold body ablaze with lust. Your walls contract with every mention of how special you are—of how long they’ve waited to have you here. Han’s never had his fingers this drenched before, his mind’s already running wild with thoughts of licking your juices from them once you come. The noises you make are so melodic, so splendid, that they'd burn them into their memories if they could.

Minho’s sharp eyes lock onto yours, fingers toiling away at the delicate hooks of your bra. “Can we keep you?” he asks like a demon masquerading as a child. Innocence with something darker lurking beneath, waiting to tear you to pieces. The answer comes easily, driven by your thirst to be devoured.

“Yes,” you moan, exhaling at the relief of being freed from your bra, “I’m yours.” Han licks up the side of your neck, softly nibbling at your earlobe as his fingers pick up speed.

“All ours,” he whispers, “Forever.”

Grainy black and white dots dance across the TV screen, casting a white glow across the bed where you lay naked cuddled up beneath the blanket with Han’s childhood teddy bear. It’s 3AM and Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4 ended an hour ago. Not that you were paying an ounce of attention to it. Your focus was placed entirely on being bent into a series of unholy positions by the two men you expect to see when you open your eyes. But when you finally do—limbs still tingling from your last orgasm—they’re nowhere to be found.

Yawning, you force yourself up in bed, squinting at the light from the TV. Holding your hand up to shield your eyes, you notice the dried up blood on your fingertips. The events of the night come back to you gradually like a fuzzy radio signal sorting itself out. Your mouth is saturated with that same metallic taste from before, the sweetness of it having long faded. Finding it too nauseating to tolerate, you retrieve your underwear from the floor and set out in search of something to wash the taste away.

Stepping out into the hallway you find yourself in near pitch black darkness. The only guiding light is the glow of a lamp from the bottom of the staircase at the opposite end of the hallway. “Minho!” you call out, taking slow cautious steps down the hall. You extend your arms out on both sides, feeling around for anything you might bump into. You hold your breath, listening for even the faintest sound of his voice but it never comes. Finally reaching the staircase, you grab onto the sides and make your way down.

You call out again, this time trying another name for good measure, “Han! Where are you guys?” It suddenly occurs to you that this is the moment in slasher movies where the girl wanders downstairs and gets sliced up by some masked psycho killer. You stop halfway down the stairs, glancing up at the darkness you left behind. “Fuck that” you huff, jogging the rest of the way down the stairs to find safety in the light.

Finally you’re back in familiar territory. To your right you spot the kitchen and your heart jumps at the thought of the Halloween candy left untouched on the table. But your tooth rotting dreams are derailed by the sound of whirling somewhere to your left. You turn to spot a heavy wooden door left slightly cracked. It’d look like any other door if not for the two deadbolts drilled into the frame. Off to the side sits a black garbage bag, the kind contractors use on construction jobs, and it’s stuffed full of…something.

Hearing the low chattering of voices, you drift towards the door whispering to yourself the whole time. “Why are you freaking out? Nothing’s wrong. They’re probably just taking out the trash. Don’t be so—” You choke on your own words as you stare down into the trash bag. It is full of trash. There’s pizza boxes, empty soda cans, and crumbled up chips bags all from last night.

And then there’s something else.

The tip of something red poking out from between the pizza boxes. You lean in closer and make out deep wrinkles carved in plastic. Pinching the end of it you pull it from the trash and you feel even more nauseous than before. It’s a mask. Not just any mask. The same mask your ex had on when you saw him at the video store. A chill runs down your spine, making you let out an unexpected squeak that brings all of the background conversation to a halt.

“Hello?” Han’s voice rings out, seemingly from beneath you. You crack the door a little more, peeking in to find another set of stairs leading down into the basement. “Everything okay up there?” Minho asks, his tone oddly suspicious of you. You clear your throat, tucking the mask back into the trash bag, “I’m—I’m fine. Just got a little snack craving is all. Are you guys good?”

You’re met with silence reminiscent of the moment before Minho forced you to cut his throat. “Why don’t you come down?” Han insists, bubbling with joy, “We have a surprise for you!” You pull the door open all the way, shuddering at the creaking sound the old wooden stairs make when you step on them.

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“One you weren’t supposed to see yet” Minho pouts, “But you’re here now so whatever.”

Minho’s adorable tendency to whine gives you the sense of normalcy you needed to get you to the bottom of the stairs. But when you reach it you wish you hadn’t. The basement is nothing like the welcoming warmth of the rest of the house. It’s pristine and white, the polished floor icy against your bare feet. In each corner there’s a large cabinet stocked with all sorts of medical supplies. It reminds you of an operating room in one of those medical dramas.

It is an operating room and at the center of it, in a pool of blood that leaks between the cracks in the tiles, is the partially dismembered body of your ex boyfriend. “Hi, baby” Han waves with the hand not currently holding a cordless saw. Still in his underwear, he’s dressed in a long black apron with the gloves to match. Minho’s dressed the same and both are slick with blood.

Before you can think better of it, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and bolting back up the stairs. All the while images of torn flesh and fractured bone flash in your mind. You couldn’t stand that man, hated him in fact, but you’d never wanted to see him in pieces.

Spotting your purse by the front door, you make a mad dash for it clueless to the two figures gathering behind you. Your vision clouded with tears, you fight with the front door locks to get out. “I knew it was too soon” Minho sighs in disappointment, “We should’ve waited.” Han slips his gloves off, coming over to kiss you on the cheek.

Your body recoils, shaking in fear, “Don’t hurt me. Please.”

“Hurt you?” he scoffs, flipping the lock open, “I’d never hurt you. You just seemed like you needed a little help.”

Minho flops down in a chair near the door, messy hair falling in his face, “Take my jacket at least. It’s cold out.”

Their calmness is odd to say the least, making you reevaluate the fear that you feel. “You’re letting me go? Just like that?” Han plucks a wool trench coat from its hook, draping it over your shoulders. He pulls the door open and a slight autumn breeze blows through the door. “I told you. We don’t want to hurt you. We’re here to protect you...and maybe teach you how to protect yourself.”

His sincerity makes you uncomfortable and you feel yourself splitting in two again. This time the old you wins and throw yourself out into the night, scanning the street to find where you parked your car. The block is as dark as the upstairs hall, giving you the sense that you’re on some terrifying island all your own.

You can't make sense of why they’d let you go. Any normal person would drive straight from here to the police station. You know their faces. Their names. Where they work. Where they live. Do they want to get caught?

“You can’t run from who you are forever, pretty girl!” you hear Minho taunting. You look back to see them watching you from the doorway, smiling lovingly in your direction.

Minho winks at you, blowing you a kiss, “See you real soon, babe.”

#stray kids au #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #han jisung x female reader #han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #lee know angst #han jisung angst #minho x reader #lee know x reader #minho x you #stray kids angst #plus size reader #chubby reader

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antinous-is-alive · 3 months ago

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Open Starter: Home. I'm Home.

*Antinous slipped through the streets, avoiding any eyes of others around. His eyes glancing about everywhere that he could see.*

*Obviously, something wasn't right here... No one was near the palace at all... No one was outside for only a few minutes at a time...*

*Worry had filled him... What if Luci was having the same thing happening to her, that happened with Queen Penelope-?... Something- That had led him to get mostly everyone he knew, killed?*

#hold him down! ⚔️#while i slit his throat... 💀#epic the musical #epic: the musical #epic antinous #alternate universe rp #open starter #open rp #epic the musical rp #epic the musical open starter #epic open starter #starter rp

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camilaxmartin · 1 year ago

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her precious angel

request: Maybe a Velvette x reader fic where the reader is a fallen angel that helped Charlie out during the extermination but ended up losing one of their wings and now Velvette is just taking care of the reader?👀 this might be too much to ask but it's a fun idea and I suck at writing fics😭 but if you do end up doing it I will be very thankful :3

(from @kimmyisachiisaiakuma)

navigation // rules // masterlist

summary: *ask*

warnings: NOT PROPF READ probably ooc velvette, valentino not being a dick for the first time in his live, i’m not entirely sure if you can count it as angst but i guess a lot of crying-ish stuff??

notes: i’m still so fucking mad about this one like?? the amount of nerves i’ve wasted on this, tumblr💀 but anyway, it’s shorter than normally but i guess i like how it turned out anyway? i mean- it was hard with motivation yesterday/today but i managed to write it anyway so hurray! also i enjoyed writing lute as a bad guy a bit too much💀

requests: open!!

it was all happening so fast. the whole battle for the hotel was supposed to go differently as none of you were prepared for alastor’s shield to go down so quickly. everyone was trying their best at fighting angels but it turned out to be easier said than done. angel and husk were fighting angels on the ground alongside charlie and vaggie while you were flying in the air trying to stop as many of your past sisters as you could. angelic weapons swinging right and left making many of the exterminators fall down to the ground lifeless.

as the battle went on, you noticed adam fighting with alastor and almost fully killing him. you turned your head to him noticing him just disappearing and squinted your face not understanding were he went to. just as you turned your head again, you saw lute flying at you at a high speed with her sword in her hands. not being able to do anything else you just used one of you wings to shield yourself so her weapon wouldn’t hurt you that badly. you groaned in pain when the sharp tip pushed into your wing and opened it immediately trying to push it away. lute took it away and grabbed your shoulders flying straight onto the roof of the hotel.

both of you hit the ground, your body obviously being the one that actually hit the ground. glass was scattered around you two as lute got up and pointed her spear at you.

“pathetic” she said moving the spear to your neck as you were laying on the ground. you grunted, your wings flapping against the roof. she chuckled. “i can’t believe you were one of us. you’re even worse than sinners now” she continued making the spear slit your throat so blood started to run down it. “can’t even protect herself and trying to be a hero for this stupid hotel” she shook her head and took the spear away. “i’ll make you fucking regret it” she added through clenched teeth and before you could react she grabbed your shoulders again pushing you onto the window, making it break and making you fall down into the hotel. the whole scene looked rather poetic, but you weren’t in a state to notice that.

when your body hit the ground again, this time the ground being the hotel’s hall lute flew straight in through the window she just broke with your body. noticing her your grabbed your throat with one hand and get up by the bar’s counter so you were standing up again. lute landed right before you, haterance filling her eyes.

“i’m better than any of you” you said holding your throat still so you wouldn’t bleed out. lute laughed loudly and pushed her spear into the ground.

“don’t be ridiculous” she said walking over to you and pushing you onto the counter of the bar you used to stable yourself. “we are doing the god’s work, making hell’s population bearable and you think you are better?” she asked pushing your hand away and squishing your throat with both of her hands. you wondered for a second if she was trying to keep you alive or make you bleed more by doing so. “you were an honour to have in our ranks. and you became this?” she asked taking her hands away and making your throat bleed more than before. you knew now. “pathetic is too soft of a word” she scoffed and walked over to her spear again. you tried getting up but the amount of blood you lost made your body too weak while also causing white spots to appear on your vision.

“what a bitch!” yelled velvette watching the whole fight with vox and valentino. her hands gripped the phone she was watching it on almost breaking it in half.

“calm down velvette,-“ vox started saying but velvette send him a murder glare at which he rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut.

“i’m going to fucking kill any angel i see in my way!” she yelled again throwing the phone into the couch and hiding her face inside her hands. both vox and valentino shared a glare of confusion and surprise.

“babydoll,” valentino started and sit down next to her on the couch purring one of his hands on her shoulder looking at vox still confused if what he’s doing is what he should be doing. “i’m pretty sure she’s going to be okay” he added and stroked her shoulder gently looking down at her hidden face. “you know her, you know how feisty she is” he said with a small chuckle at the end but when he heard velvette’s small sob his smile immediately dropped.

“i don’t want to loose her” she whispered hiding her face even more in her hands. valentino looked at vox again yet this time he was fully concentrated at the fight that was playing at their tv. valentino rolled his eyes and took velvette on his lap.

“doll” he said taking her hands away from her face noticing her smudged eyeliner. “she’s gonna be okay for sure” he said wiping her tears and flowing down make up. “she knows she has to hold on, she has someone to do it for, tesoro” he said with another small chuckle making velvette stop crying.

“i just…” she groaned and got up from his lap walking in a small circle thinking about her next words. “she should’ve been here with us. not there fighting” she said scoffing and wiping her own face. valentino got more comfortable on the couch while watching her and took a drag from his cigarette.

“she’s too stubborn for that. from all your stories about her, she wouldn’t bare watching her friends dying for her not to die with them” he said and shrugged velvette killing him with her eyes. “i’m not saying they’ll die, it was just a metaphor” he rolled his eyes taking another drag. velvette scoffed and grabbed her phone, walking to her room and shutting the door behind her.

lute grabbed her spear again and walked over to you grabbing you by the hair and pushing you off the counter, making you hit the ground once again. you groaned but couldn’t do anything about it as she just simply laughed at you. she let go of your hair and pushed the spear into one of your wings making you scream in pain as your hands tried gripping your throat to stop it from bleeding out. lute smirked maniacally and moved the spear around in your wing, making a lot of your feathers become yellow from your blood. you tried pushing her away with your other wing but she simply grabbed it in her other hand and held in place. lute moved her spear more cutting your wing almost fully from your body and enjoying the sound of your screams as she watched the whole thing. she licked her lips and made the last cut on your wing making it barely handing onto your back she smirked and chuckled at you. “now at lest you look similar to your personality. ruined” she huffed and grabbed her spear taking it away from your wing and flying up leaving you all alone in the ruined hotel’s hall. you wanted to get up, chase her make her regret it all but you weren’t able to. the only thing you could do was close your eyes and pray for someone to help you or for a quick second death to come.

the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the amount of the color pink around you. you wanted to sit up but the immaculate pain going through your body made it unable to do so. you just laid there and looked around noticing you were laying in velvette’s bed, in her room. you thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open.

“oh dear, you’re awake!” exclaimed velvette walking into the room and rushing to your side. “i’m so glad you’re okay” she said looking at you with worry in her eyes. you looked back at her confusion on your face as you tried to sit up again but the pain stopped you once again. you whined in pain and velvette’s eyes got even more soft.

“what happened?” you asked your voice a lot more husky than normally. velvette sighed softly taking one of your hands into her.

“i…” she started but stopped immediately trying to stop the tears coming into her eyes. “you fought the angels” she explained and sighed once again looking at your whole silhouette.

“did we loose?” you asked interrupting her looking scared at her. she chuckled softly at your reaction and sighed once again stroking your hand gently.

“quite the opposite, darling” she said and looked at you with a sad smile. “you won, but at what cost” she added and looked away from you trying so hard not to cry. velvette gripped your hand with hers and took a deep breath.

“at what cost? what you mean? did someone die? how did i even got here?” you asked all at once being more and more confused with every second passing. velvette chuckled dryly at your words and shook her head a bit.

“i… after the battle was done, i rushed to the hotel for you and… did everything in my power to escort you here with less damage i could” she explained and tears started to fill her eyes fully this time, she looked away from you gripping your hand with hers once again. “i’m so, so sorry” she said letting out a sob from her mouth.

you looked at her confused and scared again, not understanding why she was apologising as your eyes slowly went from her face to your interlocked hands and then your bandaged back. your eyes widened a bit and then the pain you felt finally placed itself in your back. you looked terrified at the bandages trying to move your ‘wings’ around brining yourself even more pain as only one of them flattered around a bit.

“i’m so fucking sorry, darling” said velvette seeing the information getting to you. “i- i literally tried everything but… i couldn’t do much more to keep both of your wings connected to your body” she explained and started sobbing more, moving herself closer to you, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “i’m so so so fucking sorry” she sobbed even more, wetting your bandaged shoulder. you felt tears coming into your eyes as well as you closed them shut and felt your breathing becoming faster and shorter.

“i’ve-“ you started but a sob interrupted you as velvette moved away from your shoulder. “i’ve lost my wing?!” you asked in a whine looking at her terrified and full of hate, not for her of course, but for everything else. you sat up slowly, not giving a single thought to the pain you were feeling.

“doll, i’m-“ velvette started and moved her head so her forehead was connected with yours, her eyes closed. “i’m… i’m gonna kill that bitch if i ever see her” she said and gritted her teeth sighing deeply, tears still strimming down her face.

you let out another whine, moving your head away from hers as you looked at your bandaged back. you moved your resting wing flattering it, not even caring about the pain as the adrenaline of loosing something so important got to you. you tried flying up a bit, obviously not being able to as another whine left your mouth alongside with many sobs. “how could she?!” you yelled, tears falling down your cheeks as your voice could probably be heard on the streets in the pentragram city.

velvette sobbed with you, moving even closer so she was now laying down with you on the bed trying to cling up to you while causing you as little pain as she could. “i’m so, so, so, so, so, sorry- literally, so sorry-“ she started repeating herself crying even more, as she was now cuddled up to you.

you continued screaming in pain and haterance as your remaining wing moved in place, adjusting to the emotions you were feeling. you wanted to scream and shout and just break anything that would stand in your way, but the worst part was that you even couldn’t do that. the battle exhausted you and that lost wing definitely didn’t help the case. you tried to control your breathing, trying not to hyperventilate as you utter a soft whisper. “it’s not your fault, velvette”

velvette grabbed both of your hands with one of her again, as her other one grabbed your cheek softly and started stroking it, her crying didn’t stop as well. “i’ll make her regret it” she said in between sobs looking you deep into eyes, making sure you understood the meaning of her words. your breathing calmed down a bit after a moment as you just started into her eyes. you let out w deep sigh still feeling like you might just break down any second now. she kept on stroking your cheek not taking her eyes away from yours. you closed your eyes finally, cuddling up into her hand more looking for any comfort. she smiled sadly at your and closed her eyes as well enjoying the sudden comfort between the two of you.

“you won’t take that pleasure away from me” you said and opened your eyes looking at her face, the corners of your lips going just so slightly up. velvette opened her eyes as well looking a bit out of place at the sudden sound of you voice but as soon as she understood what you said she smiled as best as she could at you.

“that bitch won’t even know what got her” she said and chuckled dryly, her fingers still stroking your cheek. you let out a deep sigh at her words and looked sadly into her eyes again. velvette sighed as well, just starring into your eyes. “you’re the most important to me in the whole hell, or world” she said suddenly, her voice a bit louder than a whisper. your eyes widened at her sudden confession but that didn’t stop your cheeks from blushing just a bit. you slowly moved your remaining wing, wrapping it around the two of you in a some sort of hug as velvette kept on touching your face.

“and to me, the world doesn’t exist without you-” you said as velvette tilted her head slightly. “-cause you are my world” you finished your sentence and velvette looked away from your face, feeling her cheeks reddening up as she gently grabbed the wing wrapped around her and put it onto her face not wanting you to see her blushing. you chuckled despite feeling the tears still on your cheeks, as you moved the wing away from her face not letting her hide anymore. she still didn’t look at you as you could easily notice the reddish color on her face. you moved your hand to her face this time, brining her closer to you once again, resting your forehead against hers.

velvette moved her head up slightly, so that your lips would touch but not just fully connect yet. she smiled to you, feeling the salty taste at your lips from previous tears as she moved her head once again, this time connecting both of your lips in a sweet and probably the most gentle kiss, the two of you have ever shared.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #velvette angst #hazbin velvette #hazbin velvette x reader #hazbin hotel velvette x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin x y/n #camilaanswersasks #credit to dividers artist

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lovelywetdreamer · 8 months ago

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Jack Skellington NSFW~ Twisted Disney

💀Jacky poo is nothing, but a big tease. While he making plans for Halloween, he have his long slinder fingers pumping in and out your cunt. People in town believe you are shy because you rarely speak. You are shy but not that shy. You just know if you open your mouth a loud moan will escape your lips.

💀Jack hate being called the Pumpkin King. Well, he used. He refuse to put the tip after endless hours of teasing your needy cunt. Pussy dripping on the sheet and spread open just for him. " Pl-please stop teasing me Jacky and just put it in."

💀"Ah ah, that not my name, my dear." Jack teased as he rubbed the tip of cock along your slit.

💀Jack finally put it after you call him your pumpkin king. His fat tip stretching you out.

💀Jack is the freakist person alive. He is down for anything. Hands on your waist guiding you down on his dick while the whole time watched.

💀Jack refuses to share you with anyone beside his besties, Santa Clause. Only if he gets to watch. Santa's thick cock down your throat with his hands in your hair while Jack is eating out from behind.

💀Jack and Santa standing above you stroking each other dick infront of your face with your mouth wide up. Jack got Santa cumming on your tongue while Jack come on your pretty face.

💀 After you passed out from love making, Jack is preparing a bath for you. He bathe you and wash your hair.

Once I saw Jack Skellington from Twisted Disney, I had to write about him. It was a must. Happy Halloween everyone. Hope you all be safe and have fun.

#jack skellington #twisted disney #jack skellington twisted disney #jack skellington x reader #jack skellington x female reader smut #halloween smut #happy halloweeeeeeen

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murfpersonalblog · 10 months ago

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IWTV S3 Promo/Teaser: Freaking Out - Lestat & Daniel are Unhinged

As usual, Imma try to go frame by frame thru AMC's IWTV S3 promo, but I was laughing so hard I had one hand slapped over my forehead trying not to pass out and die--WHAT am I looking at in the year of our lord 2024!? 🫣 AMC is so goated for doing this!

Daniel oughta be sued for this alone--he should've tracked down Damek if he just needed a random blonde white guy if Lestat refused to show up! XD STUNT QUEENS!

Mark Johnson: "I think he's entertaining someone?" Daniel: "Do we have insurance for homicide?"

Yeah, YOURS! 😂

And they got the gallon of blood in a pewter goblet, WHY? XD That don't even look warm! 😭

Daniel: "That HIM. Jesus Christ, look at him!"

By the tone of his voice I can't tell if Daniel was creaming himself or pissing himself, or both. 😝

LESTAT IS WEARING CLAUDIA'S YELLOW COLOR I AM UNWELL NOBODY TOUCH ME 😭💔

Mark Johnson: Mr. Lioncourt, hi, Mark Johnson, I'm the executive producer. We talked on the phone a couple of times; we're really excited about the-- Lestat: I don't remember you. Mark Johnson: --documentary.... Ok.

GOD. 🤣🤦

Sam's midriff, I can't; Carol Cutshall, Imma send you my therapy bills.

Get this coked out queen off my dang screen. 🤣🤦

Not the blood-red choker where Louis slit his throat-- He wears blood like jewels, y'all! XD You can't talk about Louis now, hypocrite! 😝

Christine Claire: You have 45 minutes and he's gone. Daniel: Who the f**k are you? Staff: This is Christine Claire, Mr Lioncourt's lawyer.

REALLY, Les? Really?

Staff: Hair and makeup, now-- Lestat: Do I look like I need you? 💅💎

💀👻 This diva bish.

Lestat: There's a goblet on the table. 🧿👄🧿🔪 Daniel: You don't like the goblet? Can we get rid of the goblet, please, thank you~!

The way Lestat death-stares the poor sound-man just for being dehydrated, omg.

"Armand told the truth" tattoo--are y'all effing kidding me? 🤣 Daniel Molloy and cinematographer Jesse M. Feldman; you've got a mole in your studio!

Lestat is PIIIIIISSSED! 🤣At long last, the meme has been realized!

Daniel: I see you have my book there, what do you think--*choking*

Oml, Lestat's finna kill Daniel by the end of this interview! 😭 I am DYING of laughter, y'all.

"I am The Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal...more or less. The light of the sun...the sustained heat of an intense fire.... These things might destroy me. But then again...they might not.

Sam, you WERK, bish!

His vocals on the song snippet sound REALLY good! While I'm bummed we won't get that Nu Metal sound from the QotD movie, I'm glad they're going with Euro-sounding Glam Rock for AMC!Lestat!

Nice nod to Count Dracula's ah-ah-ah laugh! XD

They just CANNOT decide which contacts to give this man, it's hilarious at this point.

What on earth is he doing? XD

God, he's killed someone on set. XD

Louis finna show up at the studio with the divorce papers this time. XD

Nope, that face won't save you now! XD

Lestat once Daniel's done tearing his dignity to shreds.

He's cracked, your honor.

This promo was SO much fun, omg, I haven't laughed like that in a hot minute; thank you AMC! ❤️

#interview with the vampire #the vampire lestat #lestat de lioncourt #amc immortal universe #lmfao bye #the hype is real #must see tv

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shadows-shells · 3 months ago

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Normally I would ask ya who your fav is but honestly doesn’t matter all of the turtles are great lol 03 is peak. But yeah Leo and Raph are my favorite just because it’s one of the rare iterations where they act like best friends instead of rivals thoughts on these two?

so sorry for the late (and long) reply!!

tldr; 2k3 is my *absolute* fave version of TMNT by far and it will be until the day i die 😆

i grew up with them over the seasons and it is their voices i hear when i read fic.

u're SO right in that the characterisation and family dynamics are brilliant in 2k3.

my fave is Leo BUT i like and support ALL four of them (as hopefully visible from my blog icon and reblogs 😂)

i never bought the 'Leo and Raph hate each other and fight for leadership' thing, though i understand the angst potential of that kind of dynamic.

Just going off by logic alone - even Raph's haters have to admit he is determined and knows his own mind. This guy will NEVER take nonsense lying down, right?

No way someone *that* strong-willed and protective of his bros will take leadership from someone he doesn't whole-heartedly trust and respect...especially on these nightly missions where a mistake could easily mean death.

If Leo was as cruel and insane as some fics portray him, i fully believe that Raph would've slit his throat when no one's looking in order to keep his other siblings safe and make it look like an accident (and Don would be the one plotting to hide the body and Mikey would look the other way). Don had such an opportunity actually, at the Battle Nexus - instead our 'pacifist peace-loving quiet' boi was THROWING hands, viciously snapping at everyone else and READY to murder anyone who even breathed near Leo.

The 2k3 series itself makes it clear that Raph (and Don and Mikey too) absolutely know that Leo has only ever acted with care for the whole family's interests.

Raph's childhood flashbacks of Leo are so heartfelt. He grew up watching Leo work and train and worry and work some more for their sake..how do you hate someone like that? 💀 That episode also makes it clear that Leo drifted into the leadership position because of his care and initiative, NOT for ego. None of the brothers or Splinter would have tolerated that.

And it is RAPH who helped Leo reforge his swords, the first time. Not a single snide word or any negativity - just pure, simple assistance and support. Leo comes out smiling.

There is just no 'competition' or 'rivalry' or any mention of any 'comparison' at all.

In the ep where they swap weapons - Leo trustingly has his back to Raph, and lets Raph take his swords without a word.

We all know Leo loves his brothers - but they love him back too and he knows it.

Raph himself actively works to maintain the team dynamic, imo. iirc in 'Turtles Forever', it is RAPH who tells Leo that "Leo, I told ya you can't brainstorm with these goofballs! (referring to the '87 team)". The entire 2k3 team is used to and happy with this working style they've developed from young, and it pisses Raph off to no end that these new guys have fked up their brainstorming 😂

This is a brother backing up his brother (without being asked!) in trying to be productive - NOT a rival happy at his enemy's plight or taking the chance to seize control.

He thinks Leo did not go hard *enough* on the '87 team, and he told Leo directly!! The EXACT opposite of the "Raph hates Leo exerting authority and resents his leadership" trope.

(convenient addendum: while Leo is still processing the chaos he's faced with corralling, it is MIKEY who doles out discipline to the poor '87 team 🙊 he beat even Raph to it!

...presumably coz he has alr seen Raph's attempts fail, and saw them overwhelm Don, and observed Leo still trying to reason with them? 😂

Again - this is a brother backing up his brother(s) without being prompted...not the myth of a clown unable to comprehend his leader's thoughts or an anarchist stirring up chaos for no reason.)

After all those years and shenanigans - Leo is STILL the leader *because* his brothers want it that way and will defend his position.

Now that's the other three accounted for, no 'frenemy' or 'rival' feelings there.

As for Leo? imo TMNT as a series - a story about a family on the fringes of society fighting another clan over a blood feud, making friends along the way and defending their neighbourhood in general - simply does not have space for 'shonen' rivalry.

That's not what the series is about. The stakes of the story is far, far bigger and way heavier than petty rivalry like who gets to be called leader or who is the better martial artist.

NONE of them are thinking about such petty trivial things. They all just want to survive and avenge Yoshi. They only have one another.

We have a whole season where Leo just shatters under the weight of trying to keep his family safe. He was losing sleep worrying for them, not comparing himself to them. Leo would sleep better knowing his brothers are assertive competent people, not be glad that he is 'better than them'. That's just not what motivates Leo (or any of the bros) as a person.

Even the young baby Leo in his brothers' flashbacks have *never* once cared abt petty immature things like that.

Genuinely..i think any of the 2k3 bros would murder u if u even dared insinuate that Leo is a selfish power-hungry egoistic competitive tyrant 😂

2k3 is just so carefully written and produced, so full of familial love and seamless teamwork. i love all of them so much xD

Thanks for the ask!!

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt #tmnt 2k3 #meta #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #anon ask

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Did you have fun?

Pairing: Hongjoong × f!reader x Seonghwa

Genre: Mafia, Yandere(slight) , SMUT W.C: 3.1k Warnings: killing someone( not imp. he was disturbing me), blood, blindfold, vibrator, possessiveness, handcuffs, blind play(?), orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral(f rec.) [I dont think anything more needed]

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Request from: @disneylover1998

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

I really don’t know what’s going in here.the person just texted me and helped my imaginations go wild and now am here with this fic💀

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE CUE! 🔞

*under the cue*

“Leave my hand.”

“Girl, let’s have fun. Why are you fighting against me? Just let it be easy and let’s go.”

You tried to pull your hand again but it’s all in vain when his iron grip on your wrist and also, he be pulling you towards the back exit. You are cursing yourself for the infinite time and as why you came to this club today. If you were at home then you might have been chilling and watching some drams on TV while waiting for your busy boys. But no. You have to be a rebellious and go against their rules and thought to sneak out of the house even when you know how much punishment you are going to get for such act. You love those punishments sometimes but never in a while you thought yourself being getting into such problem where you are currently into. If you were not drunk then atleast you would have tried to fight him, you mean a punch or a kick might be but your brain cant handle how to put the pieces together. Dumb you.

He has almost dragged you to the passage for the exit way and you are currently begging mentally for someone familiar to approach and rescue you from the situation, it really doesn’t matter if they inform to your boys afterwards, the main thing is to get away from this shithead who has got balls to touch you or even dared to drag you along with him. Tears flowing down your heavy mascara and eyeliner decorated eyes, it was supposed to highlight the eyes during the whole night not making a mess and make the tears more prominent in black.

“Haven’t you heard what she said, Leave her hand.”

Wait. Why this voice is familiar? I mean….Oh oh He is here. Don’t tell me if I turn around, I have to face a devil right now. You shut your eyes and take a heavy breath and then you noticed how the man holding your hand has stopped and annoyingly turns around. You are also turned around because of his harsh movements but you are not willing to open your eyes to face the reality. I mean you wanted to be saved but not by KIM HONGJOONG!

“Why does it matter to you mister? Go find another chick for the night. This one is for mine.”

And then that maniac laugh. The well damn laugh which he always shows to his enemies before he welcomes them to Hell of a ride and now this man is going to say Hello to the Living Devils.

“Chick?”

His gaze travels over your body and his jaw clenched on how revealing your dress is and you are wearing it when they are not around with you and moreover this dirty hag is holding your hand. HOLDING HIS GIRL’S HAND. You know this man is dead for sure but maybe you are equally dead.

“Yeah yeah. These girls are really fun to spend night with and who knows maybe keeping them to myself and then I can bring money through her and-“

You can hear the choking sound which makes your eyes flutter open when you can feel someone snatches you away from the grip but now you are under a familiar hold but honestly this hold is tighter and rough. The man is choking on his own blood as someone has slit his throat and then you can see who is holding you. Well, PARK SEONGHWA with fire in his eyes and a bloody sharp pocket knife in his other hand.

“He was talking too much.”

“Well done.”

Hm. Thanks. You wanted to say this but you just gulp on seeing the same raging eyes of hongjoong like the other. They both are furious and you are well aware of the fact that they don’t appreciate when someone else touch you other than them, they don’t appreciate their gang members also. Hongjoong called his men to clean the mess up and do everything possible to make the people shut up who has witnessed the scene. Now what about you!

“So, my dear Y/N. Can we know why are you here?”

“Hwa….I was…I just wanted to have fun.”

“Fun? Did you have that? Without us?”

No Hongjoong. Please stop asking me like this. With a god damn sinister smile resting on his face and eyes daring your trembling figure to speak more. You can confront seonghwa but not him, you don’t know why but he is always the one who can make anyone speak up the truth or make them agree with him even on a lie.

“n-no.”

“Of course you cant have fun without us, sweetheart.”

“I want to go home.”

“So do we.”

Well, a tensed atmosphere inside the whole car ride after Seonghwa literally dragged you outside from the club towards the car. His grip was harsh than that man and a thought came across your mind. Would have been better if that man took you with him? Maybe in the midway he would have become unconscious and you would have been freed. Atleast you wont have to be in the situation s you are currently in. You slapped yourself for this and they glanced at you for your weird behaviour. Not a single one spoke a word to you and you were thankful that you didn’t have to stutter anymore.

You are strong and you can fight for yourself but not when these two men are in their angry mode on. You literally fear them but also deep down like their clenched jaws, raging eyes and heavy breaths when pissed off. You smiled to yourself on this thought but quickly regained your composure. On reaching your house, you quickly got down the car and almost run towards the door. Entering the hall, you can see it empty because during the night, no maids and servants are allowed to the private portions of the mansion unless they are called. You took a turn towards the right for the stairs to quickly run towards the room and lock the door and wait for the next day to face them with a clear head.

“Where do you think you are going?”

My room. The only safe place that seems to protect me from both of you. I don’t want to die right now. Dumb you have to smile at them right now to which they raised their eyebrows.

“I need to take a quick shower as I spilled drink on myself previously.”

Saying this, you excused yourself from their intense gaze and as soon as you are behind the closed doors, you released a deep breath which you didn’t know was holding all these times. Slipping out of your mini body hugging dress, you went into the shower. You can feel the alcohol exhaustion leaving your body a bit and getting relaxed under the cold waters and your lavender shampoo scent. You spent inside the shower longer than usual because you can find yourself drifting into so many thoughts at the moment. Maybe you danced in the club a bit too hard that your body is so much exhausted. Cleaning yourself, you wrapped the towel around you before exiting the bathroom. Oh gosh! Why is it so dark? You are sure you left the lights on before going into the shower. Then maybe power supply cut off or a thief? But the windows are closed and the doors are closed? Thief coming from the door even that in a mafia’s mansion?

How ironic!

Your slow footsteps towards the door come to a halt when you feel arms wrapped around you from behind and you parted your mouth to shout when a palm pressed to your lips to make you shut. Your eyes went wide in horror.

“Do you want to call us baby?”

Damn. What are they doing in your room? Aren’t they supposed to be in their room and busy with their works and all and moreover aren’t they angry with you?

“J-joong?....What are you doing here?”

“Why? Were you planning to go somewhere again?” The voice from your front ask you.

“No no, I thought you were busy or something.”

“Do you want us to be busy so that you can think all the bullshits and then act on your own like always?”

“No.”

Atleast let me wear some clothes before scolding me. The view is becoming clear when seonghwa turns on the neon lights in the room. Now you can see both of them are in their tees and jeans atleast well covered unlike you who is fully exposed just covered with a towel.

You feel warm sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck and Hongjoong is smelling you in between and teasingly grazing his teeth over your soft skin. You moan against his hold and then when you noticed some familiar things kept on the bedside table. They are not thinking to do what you are guessing right?

Your view got blocked when seonghwa comes in front of you and holds your face in his hand, looking dangerously yet has a softness in them, just for you. Your toes curls under his touch and your knees feel weak under his gaze and also when the man behind you is kissing all over your exposed skin like a hungry creature. Seonghwa attach his lips to you, you can smell the alcohol as soon his lips pressed to you and your one hand holding Hongjoong’s hand holding the towel over your belly and the other one holding seonghwa’s hand caressing your cheeks. The kiss is more addictive and you are getting drunk more than a drink could make you feel it. Teeth biting down the lips to explore each other more, licking the teeth with tongue, exploring inside the mouth and your mind going in daze.

Retreating himself from you he went to the bed and roll over his tee exposing his abs which are always showcased for you. Hongjoong stops his abuse on your skin and pull you towards the foot of the bed. Your back of the knees hitting the bed and him standing in front of you, hands holding the secured knot of the towel. His other hand moved towards your chest and pushed you backwards. Your back hits the soft matress and then you can see your towel hanging in his raised hands. Alarmingly, your hands come closer to hide your exposed body but that was not to their liking as Seonghwa’s hands pulled your hands apart and you can feel metals clasped to your wrists and attached them to your head board. Handcuffs?

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just you can see this towel was blocking my view and I don’t like when something becomes a restriction in the path of my desires.”

A warm hand caress your cheeks to get your attention and you can see the devilish smile painted on his face.

“You said you didn’t have fun so we should make it up right?”

“Uh oh that…no no…it’s okay…I did have fun…a little?”

“A little?”

You pressed your feet on the bed to pressure down to lift up your body but Hongjoong pressed your knees down and settle himself between your legs. He also removes his shirt and then rest his palms over your knees. You can feel the tingling sensation in your lower belly but you know you are getting nothing if you behave like a brat right now as they are already pissed off with your earlier deeds. You can feel another set of hands moving across your chest and flicking the already hard nipples in between making your breath heavy and moan out his name.

“Seonghwa….”

“Hm? Do you need something?”

“Yes…I need you…I need both of you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“why? No no. I really need you.”

Seonghwa look towards Hongjoong and they silently communicate in between them and their nod indicates that they agreed on something. On what? Your anticipating eyes following their movements. Seonghwa grabs a cloth and damn that’s a blindfold. Before you can protest to it, he put over your eyes and let you to rely on your other senses from now. A hot breath tingling near your ear and lips gazing hovering it and licking the earlobe.

“Lets begin the fun now.”

You can feel hands lingering over your exposed thigh and your legs are moved more apart to stretch you out, hands gripping your inner knees. You can feel something cold touching your thighs and gliding up to your heat. You squirm under the touch but you are hold still by the strong grip. The cold thing stopped teasingly on your clit and it got pressed down there. A jolt spread across your body when the vibrator starts abusing your clit.

“Hongjoong..Joong”

Nobody answered you.

“Joong….Hwa…seonghwa…Hongjoong…”

“You need to guess who is this baby?”

Who? Isnt Hongjoong between your legs? You can feel someone teasing your entrance with the fingers, parting your folds and spreading your arousal around it. Another hand massaging the breast and pinching the nipples. You can feel shuffling in between your legs and when you tried to close your legs, it got stopped and stretched out more. You are already squirming under their touches. Mouths taking in the tits and covering it with their saliva and sucking it and biting around it and hands teasing your entrance. You can feel someone peppering kisses all over your inside thighs and sucking them in between and other sucking your chest and throat and jaw and licking them with juicy kisses. When you feel someone just licks a long strip of your arousal, your back arcs and then you can feel the knot building in your stomach which can burst down any moment.

“Ahhh!”

“Who is it baby?”

How am I supposed to know? Both of their voices are coming from the same place and you know they are making you to guess them but how are you supposed to guess when your whole body is shaking for it about to release.

“Joong?”

“Are you asking us?”

“no..no…It’s Joong…”

A harsh slap hit your folds which getting you the climax sooner. They can feel your movements and are sure that you are about to cum. The burning sensation indicating that you have answered it wrong.

“Hwa..Its you…”

“Where is the fun here? When its not Joong then its obvious that it will be Hwa unless you are thinking about someone else fucking you.”

“No. No. I’m sorry. Please.”

“Please what?”

“I need to cum. Please please.”

When you were just near to climax, the feelings got ripped away from your whole body as the vibrator stopped and you were forced still against the body so that you cant move anymore.

“No no no why?”

“Why?”

“I was going to-“

“cum? But we don’t want you to cum until you are guessing it right.”

“How am I supposed to guess when you literally fuck me the same way and you both are…rough.”

“Rough?”

“Please.”

They remove your blindfold and you your eyes squint from the releasing of the tight blinding fold and you see Seonghwa smirking down at you from between your legs and Hongjoong standing beside your head with blindfold in his hand which he soon throws it on the floor.

You don’t know what they are doing but you are excited to know their next moves. The vibrator turns on again and you close your eyes in the sensation as your body is reacting fast to get to the climax. Hongjoong leans down to kiss you and damn his kiss is rough and like a beast he is devouring on you, hands abusing your swollen breasts. You feel a slap on your thigh and then you can see the dark expression on the other man because of the lack of attention. Your eyes following how he bends down, his iron grip still on your thighs, leaving behind the marks. His muscles flexing while devouring your heat. The two men eating you out, one above and one down there. If they continue like this, they might suck out your life at this point. You are squirming under their hold. The familiar knot building up again and this time you are desperate for your release, your head thrown backward, body arching, giving more access to Hongjoong to leave his markings. Seonghwa still abusing your clit with his tongue and one added finger hitting your G-spot and you know you will fall apart soon. Whwn you tried to close your eyes, Hongjoong gripped your jaw and harshly made you face him.

“Eyes on him baby.”

Your moans getting lost in Hongjoong’s mouth and you cant think of anything else other than the desperation to release. You are just about to hit the high when again everything stops.

Every lingering touch, abusing, sucking and the damn vibrator was turned off. Tears roll down your eyes and you cry out, whimpering and trying to close your legs in the exhaustion of getting ripped away of the heat.

“whyyyyy?”

“Are you really asking this?” Seonghwa asks you as if he doesn’t know how irritated you are right now. Well he is lowkey liking the fact somehow.

“Okay Seonghwa lets see if she can hold her cum until we say her to let go. If she goes along with us then we can think to let her come. Yeah?”

“I think that’s something fun.”

Seonghwa’s hands start rubbing your heat with the vibrator setting in a low level and you can feel yourself overstimulated and these slow movements are making you more frustrated. You are trying to focus on the movements in your heat and giving deaf ear to everything in your surroundings.

“Eyes on me or I am going to stop here.”

You somewhat managed to make an eye contact with him but its getting too much and tears falling down your cheeks.

“Too much Hwa…please…its too much…”

“Should I stop? I think you had too much fun.”

“NO!” “Hwa. She is saying no, then what about now?”

“Did you have fun?” well this damn question.

“No no no no.”

“Hold it in or you are not going to cum.”

That’s how you know, its going to be a long night until they are satisfied with their punishment but that’s fine. You are again going to sneak out if these are going to be the punishment nights for you disobeying them.

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DONT PISS OFF MY DEVILS! HIHIHIHI HIHIHIHI!

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