#you could just like become a little deranged about me

[theminecraftbee]

How do you think Three would feel about season 10?

man so. okay the thing is that by season 10 things have probably butterfly effected so hard off of the beaten path that i have no idea if three would have much season 10 as they know it.

for example: season 10 starts with demise. would three... even have done demise? probably not in its early days of hermitcraft, right, like, that's a game grian would design but that i think three would be a little more hesitant to start up. a game about killing people in a fashion with Rules and Creativity is something three could thrive with, sure, and i like to imagine three takes inspiration from like, cleo's head games to come up with a version of demise it ends up enjoying, maybe? but like, even that element is hard to say WOULD happen.

if we go with "season 10's haunted water is an inherent element of the season", i could fully see three getting wrapped up in the fishing thing, because three is very stubborn and if it gives itself a mission of "fish up a mending book" it WILL do that. it would not try to start a cult about it or build a secret chamber but i think it would make like, a mending book spreadsheet or something equally deranged but in a less "big temple" way and in more of "three is the kind of person who made a family tree of sheep with jimmy" way.

i do think a difference between three and grian is that three just. doesn't strike me as particularly possessable. it wouldn't become obsessed with the ocean in the way grian did i think. i think it would like, fixate on the mending book, get it, go "that was stupid", and... i could SEE three liking fishing a lot actually, but less in a "getting possessed" way and more in a "it's a relatively low-simulation activity and also it gets to kill something" way, lol.

anyway i think a really interesting thing here is that three... would not do the permit office. like three Would Not Understand the bit of being purposefully unhelpful. even many years out from being three, the weapon, and instead being three, the person, i think three never QUITE stops finding it sort of inherently frustrating to intentionally do a task wrong. three tends more towards malicious compliance when it doesn't like doing something, but like, fully would love tedious paperwork. additionally, okay, maybe by season 10 three is a bit more likely to take charge fully, but i sort of suspect cub would end up the permit spearhead, not three. three would love the concept of the structure permits provide! three would not inherently like being the person in charge of the permits.

actually this gets into one of the more fundamental differences in personality between three and grian: grian likes being in charge of things but hates and avoids responsibility. three is a bit uncomfortable being in charge of things, but is perfectly comfortable with responsibility and will even take responsibility for things it technically doesn't have to. and at their CORE grian and three both have this supremely type-a thing going on but they express it in nearly opposite ways and i suspect this would be one of the main ways they'd clash, honestly.

but all of that is to say: three would not do the permit office bit, but WOULD like the permits. they provide a Structure to how shops work that three would appreciate and i think by season ten i could see three having gotten into the art of Ruthless Capitalism because it's sort of like killing people except instead you take their money. (three describes it this way back in season seven after etho takes it under his wing and etho wheezes and tells three to never let go of that. anyway.)

so that's just some of my thoughts on season ten with three this is a FUN QUESTION thank you!

[napping-sapphic]

Sooo NONE of you want to fall deeply unhealthily in love with me rn……?

[dolldefiler]

I need to watch a woman sink lower and lower as her hate for me turns to empty-headed lust.

She’d be at her knees, glaring up at me. I’d gag her pretty mouth and shower her face in warm cum. Fuck, the way she’d glower while my seed drips down from her hair and over her eyes would make me hard again. I’d grab her by the hair while her muffled screams fill the room and start jerking off over her again. She’d look up at me, and I’d look down on her. Then I’d spit on her. I’d use my dick to paint her face with my spit and cum, stimulating my cock in the process. I’d use the poor woman’s face as a filthy, used cumrag. 

“Shh, there’s still so much more to come, darling.”

Once she becomes a little more docile, I’ll remove the gag. She’ll have been fed enough pain by now to understand that she should just accept her place. That if she acts up, I’ll make it hurt. I’ll make her cry and whimper in that dark, quiet room for days. I’ll engrave it into her body that the only way she’ll be fed, the only way she’ll be able to tell the time, is when she drains my balls. I’d watch her gagging on my fingers, doing anything she can to satisfy her aching stomach at the price of her dying dignity. 

“That’s a good girl. Just like that. Down to the knuckle now. Oh fuck, look at that throat grool on my fingers, you dirty whore. Let me cover your face with it before I bring you your food.”

Her entire survival will depend on my happiness. It won’t become a want to please me, it’ll become a need. A primal desire. I’ll give her a single meal a day to force that desperation into her. The desperation to tongue my asshole or gargle my balls. The desperation that’ll make her thank me after I choke her until she’s passed out. The gratefulness for being given the opportunity to earn her meal. She’ll use her mouth that’s meant for talking and eating to pleasure my cock that cum and piss out of. She’ll rinse her mouth with my fluids, hoping that if she pleases me enough, she’ll be allowed another crumb.

“Oh my, you’ve become quite the deranged, depraved whore, aren’t you? I can’t believe you’re doing that just for a bit of food, you worthless fucking whore.”

Soon she’ll forget about the food. All she’ll remember is her needy body that relies on my cock. My violent wandering hands that sustain her and abuse her. Her lust for the filthiest shit I make her do that gives her a chance at survival. At that point, I could give her all she could ever want to eat, and she’d still be on her knees, her face plastered with cum as she looks at me lovingly.

“Now then, show me how grateful you are for the man that changed you from a silly feminist to a worthless cockmutt.”

[teamatsumu]

compression. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

summary: atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.

word count: 1172

warnings: swearing, very mildly suggestive (if you squint), detailed descriptions of kiyoomi’s arms in compression sleeves so it’s not for the faint hearted

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

When you studied Marketing and Communications in university, you didn’t exactly anticipate that your future would include you managing a V League Division 1 sports team. But every day when you went into work, you thanked the gods above that this is where your career path had led you, because that meant you could ogle Sakusa Kiyoomi and his infamous compression sleeves all day.

Oftentimes you were certain Kiyoomi didn’t mean anything by them. For him, they were practical. They kept his arms taut and ready for the ball. They made his movements sharper. He received the ball better. He didn’t have to feel his bare skin on the dirty court. These were all reasons you had heard straight out of his mouth. When you heard him mention them so nonchalantly, it almost made you feel bad for the absolutely sinful- borderline deranged- thoughts you had in your head about the way those sleeves made his arms look.

You were well aware of the kind of thoughts Kiyoomi’s choice of athletic wear caused among his fans. To put it simply and bluntly, they went feral over it. There were whole Twitter accounts dedicated to just his arms, or his chest. And as someone who often managed social media profiles for some of the members, you got to see the most unhinged of these comments with your own two eyes. And you would be the first to (secretly) admit that you agreed with 90% of what was being said, because holy shit did those sleeves do something to you.

Most of the time during practice, you could feel your eyes drift back over to the man in question, wearing a black sports tee and those godforsaken sleeves, working up quite the set as they played set after set to prepare for their next game. As the hours passed, Kiyoomi would get more and more disheveled, curls becoming unruly enough that he would grab a towel, biceps flexing as he ran it over the nape of his neck and dipped into the collar of his shirt. Christ almighty.

You should’ve known that you would eventually get caught. But if it was anyone who would notice, you had expected it to be Meian or maybe Coach Foster. But the person who did bring it up to you happened to be the biggest nightmare in this scenario; Miya Atsumu.

“Ya should be a little less obvious ‘bout it.” He commented when he trudged over to the bench where you sat, grabbing a water bottle and beginning to chug. You tore your eyes from Kiyoomi who now had his back to you, the muscles under his shirt flexing with every movement. You raised an eyebrow at the blond, not yet correlating his words with your hidden obsession. He placed the bottle down and placed a hand on his hip, giving you a knowing smirk.

“A blind grandma could notice the way yer lookin’ at him.”

Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed when he nudged his head in Kiyoomi’s direction, and you knew you had been caught. You clenched your jaw hard.

“You say a single word-”

He threw his hands up as if in surrender, effectively silencing your threat in its tracks.

“I won’t, promise! But there is one thing…..”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. Of course, of fucking course he would blackmail you with this.

“What do you want?” You deadpanned, glaring at him and preparing for the worst.

Atsumu looked a bit affronted, as if the mere insinuation that he might want something was preposterous to him. You gave him another tired look, until he sighed and gave up, plopping down heavily on the bench next to you.

“A phone number. Ya know that cute girl who comes by once a month? From the Volleyball Association?”

“No.”

Atsumu’s mouth dropped like a child who just got slapped. “Hey c’mon! Ya didn’t even hear me out!”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a characteristic frontal headache begin to build, courtesy of Miya Atsumu. “I’m tired of setting you up with people, Tsumu! It won’t end well, as always-”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with his compression sleeves.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I can get hundreds of those off the internet.”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with just his compression sleeves.”

That made you halt in your tracks. You searched Atsumu’s face for any form of mockery or lie, and you found none. Your eyebrows shot up when you realized he was being serious.

“In the locker room. I can get it for ya today.”

Oh my god. Instinctively, your eyes darted over to the man in question, who was talking to Hinata about something. It looked like volleyball tips since he had his arms before him in a receiving position, and Hinata was rapidly nodding to what he was saying.

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s wrong.”

“I’ll take a selfie with him, yeah? He will know there’s a photo. And I can send it in the groupchat.”

You look back at Atsumu, seriously contemplating his offer. He kept yapping, as per usual, thinking that the more he talked, the likelier it would be to convince you. And the bastard was right, it was working.

“No one else will bat an eye. We see each other in the lockers all the time. No big deal.”

You bit your lip in thought. The possibility of seeing Kiyoomi shirtless and only in compression sleeves had your pulse rising.

“And you just want her number in return?”

Atsumu nodded eagerly. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Send the picture. Then I will give you the number.”

His triumphant grin made it feel like he had already won. “Deal.”

That evening, when your phone pinged with a text notification, you nearly flew across the bed to grab it, opening the picture Atsumu sent in the groupchat with eager fingers and freezing as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Atsumu had held up his end of the bargain spectacularly.

He had taken the picture with Kiyoomi a little further in the background, so he could get the man’s full torso in it. He was facing slightly away from the camera, but his face was turned towards it, capturing the scowl between his eyebrows and the little pout of his mouth. He was gloriously shirtless, still a bit sweaty from practice, and he held his shirt in his hand, one arm flexed as he held it while the other was held carelessly by his side, compression sleeves hugging the cords of toned muscles just right.

There was another ping, pulling you out of your trance and making you realize just how dry your mouth had gotten. Atsumu had messaged you privately.

“My payment? ;)”

You rolled your eyes and sent him the number, immediately going back to the picture and starring it for future reference, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of your lip as you did so.

[lxkeee]

Hi, could I request a Lucifer morningstar x darkness demon overlord reader? She lurks in the shadows like a boogeyman, she acts like morticia adams from the adams family, how would he meet or act around the gothic queen👁👁✨

LUCIFER X OVERLORD! FEM! READER

Part two

Lucifer was just wandering around hell, unknowingly entering a territory of an overlord.

He doesn't know okay? It's just a forest of dead wilted trees with ominous aura.

His first instinct is to investigate.

This is his first time coming here, he only discovered this area after flying by to return to the palace.

Lucifer was walking around the dense forest, with his guard up.

The forest was quiet. A little too quiet.

He isn't afraid, unfortunately. He knows he can kill any demon who would try to mess with him.

Crack. A twig snapped

His head whipped to the direction of the noise, “Who goes there? Show yourself!” he threatens, wings in full display.

Shadows moving around him and finally stopping in front of him, morphing into a figure.

Lucifer expected a lot of things, but this.

A very tall and gorgeous woman, large deer antlers on her head. Sultry eyes and a smirk on her face.

Oh fuck, she's beautiful. Dangerous. He can sense the power she has.

“Good evening your highness, I didn't expect to see you here wandering around my home.” the woman says with a chuckle, making the man become a little flustered.

“Your home...?” he asked hesitantly and the woman nodded.

“Yes, this is my home or rather my territory. My home is somewhere around here. I just sensed a presence around these grounds and decided to check. I didn't expect to see the king of hell to be here.”

“M-my apologies, my lady. I simply didn't know.” he stammers a bit. Ah, calm yourself Lucifer. You're more powerful so you shouldn't be intimidated, he says to himself internally.

“It is alright, if you don't mind. Do you want to join me for a cup of tea? I just so happen to have finished brewing some.”

Lucifer is cautious around sinners, especially her. He doesn't know why his heart is palpitating this much. The best reason he got is fear loud incorrect buzzer noise

“I don't want to intrud—”

“Nonsense! You're not intruding.”

“But—”

“Do not fret, I am not going to hurt you. I should be the scared one as you are much more powerful than me. I am sure you can obliterate my existence with a flick of your finger.” the woman laughs softly, a kind of laugh that reminds him of the books he's read. The kind of laugh that draws you in.

“How about this, how about we get acquainted with each other? So that you'll be more comfortable?”

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, “Why are you so insistent?”

“Well, I just love making friends and you my dear seem to be an interesting character that I don't mind befriending.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes but eventually nodded, “Fine, My name is Lucifer Morningstar.”

“Wonderful, then... It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lucifer, my name is [y/n]” She says before gently holding his hand and placing a small kiss on his knuckles.

With a smirk on her face as her eyes looked at him as she did so.

Lucifer's cheeks reddened, quickly snatching his hand away from the demoness.

“So, about that tea?”

Lucifer is beginning to see a pattern.

A type even.

It's been a few months since he's met the deer demoness.

Surprisingly he managed to get along with her, despite her... Rather questionable actions.

He often visits her mansion at the middle of the forest where he met her or the other way around.

She often surprises him by popping out of the shadows with her presence concealed.

She's playful, mysterious, dangerous, beautiful.

And tall.

He likes his women tall okay?

And he likes them a little deranged.

Anyways.

She keeps teasing him.

Just like the other day, he came to visit at the wrong time and she forced him to help her get dressed.

It was inappropriate! She only asked him to zip the zipper of her dress.

Poor guy was blushing.

She didn't make fun of his obsession with rubber ducks.

She even made ducks out of shadows and made it swim around his room and of course, he made one too with his powers.

The shadows and gold dust ducks swimming around the room and in the air.

It was... Cute...

Lucifer has gotten to know the woman better too, he has gotten the chance to see many sides of her.

Lucifer isn't stupid, he can tell he's developing feelings for her.

He's afraid, he's afraid of getting hurt again or hurting her.

He has issues he needed to fix first.

Though, he is slightly a flustered mess around the woman.

Can you blame him? She calls him endearing nicknames! She calls him sweetheart and it just makes his heart flutter.

He is cautious around her not because he's afraid of her but because he fears his feelings for her would accidentally be known.

And she just appears out of nowhere!

It took awhile for him to sort his emotions and he thinks he is finally ready to confess.

But first, Lucifer needs to find hints if she feels the same way.

“Thanks for the coffee, [y/n]. It tastes amazing as always.” Lucifer says, admiring the duck shaped cream that is floating on his coffee.

“It is a pleasure, sweetheart. Drink to your heart's content. I know you've been stressed lately.” She says with a gentle voice.

“I have a question.” he started, already planning a discreet way to ask her.

“Hmm? Go ahead.”

“What if let's say... You have a close friend and you've only known him for a couple of months but they fell in love with you and now they're planning to confess to you? Would you date him?”

Don't mind him guys, he's trying his best.

[y/n] tilts her head slightly, confused before giggling.

She's not stupid but she kinda wants to tease him.

“Depending on who this friend is.”

“Just answer.” he deadpans.

“Yes, would you confess though?” she asked as she leans forward to reach him across the table, holding his chin. Lips just a few inches away from each other.

Lucifer.exe has stopped working.

“Y-yes...” he stammers, beginning to feel shy as his cheeks heat up.

“Do you want a kiss?” she asked teasingly.

“Please...?”

“Good boy.” she says before finally pressing her lips against his.

It was the most addicting kiss he ever experienced.

“I like you.”

“I like me too.”

“[y/n]!”

“I am just joking, I like you too.”

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Oof, big bro, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up," Kimberly whined.

"What's the matter, I thought you needed a place to crash?" her brother, Derrick, said.

"I do! They tore down my apartment complex..... but, um, your house rules a kind of brutal."

"What did I say? My house--"

"My rules. Yeah. I know. But can't you ease up a bit?"

"Sorry, no can do, little sis. You've got to get used to the new you!"

Kimberly rolled her eyes. "But even my baggiest shirts can't hide these dumb things! Like of course I knew you were a major perv and loved big boobs. You were glued to hentai in your teens. But this is actually insane. My back is totally killing me....."

"Not my problem, Kimmy. You're gonna keep taking those breast growth pills until you can find a place."

"But--I..... who'll hire me like this!?"

"Not my fault you lost your job at that cozy tech firm."

"Yeah, cause somebody kept tipping my HR rep that I was giving blowjobs to male employees for extra money! I was trying to save up for a new place so I could stop taking these things already!"

"Damn. Wouldn't know anything about that! Looks like you should just sit in your room and take a load off. Enjoy yourself."

She awkwardly folded her arms above her oversized, heavy breasts. "My room? You mean the one with the computer chair that has a huge dildo glued to it? The room full of sex toys? Porn posters? BDSM gear? And a convenient PC and equipment to stream with?"

"Wow, sounds like a little angel is telling you to become one of those OnlyFans girls? Why not kick back, enjoy your new titties, and earn money rubbing that fat, pink cunt of yours raw? Might be the only way you can make any money now. The clock's ticking. Your back isn't sounding too good. If those things get much bigger you might become immobile, or your back might go kaput altogether. Wouldn't that be funny? Those boobs get so big your back snaps, then you're paralyzed here and stuck growing bigger boobs forever."

"You are so deranged, big bro. You really are! My back is not going to--!" She pointed at him, and her back made a loud click. She lowered her arm, blushing. "I'll...... go set up an OnlyFans."

"Good girl. Join some other camming sites while you're at it. Oooo, you know what sells really big? Giving your older brother blow jobs and titty fucks on stream!"

"Goddammit..... this was such a mistake," Kimberly grumbled, walking to her room.

"Love you, too!" Derrick said loudly as she closed her door. He shook his head, whispering, "Dang, I really need to up her dosage...."

[hpimagines]

Controlling Tom Riddle

Honestly idk what to classify this as, but it’s kinda like idk.. deranged? maybe not but I have more like this up my sleeve if it does well (TW: manipulation, unspoken gaslighting, extremely controlling, idk what else to add)

You loved Tom. You truly, truly did. But he tended to take the term "I just want to lock you up" a little too seriously.

I mean, it wasn’t much at first, barely even noticeable in fact. Simple things such as suggesting what you should wear, insisting the more modest options were much more flattering on you; “It brings out your eyes, doll.”

He would remind you of your favorite foods, and when to and when not to eat them.. “Not now, it’s far too late for late night snacks. However, I have something I think might suffice for you.”

Overtime the helpful things became him controlling everything you wore, no shirts were allowed to be low enough cut for anyone to see down- tall people included. You wanted to comfortably wear your uniform? Absolutely not. It had to be perfect, and to show just how much of a “good girl” you are for him, you get cute bows in your hair every morning; special spell from him.

His behavior didn’t bother you, how could it? Yes you couldn’t wear certain things, but everything you got in return was amazing. Nobody understands him the way you do, they don’t know him like you do. That’s what you’re constantly telling your friends. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s romantic.”

Romance? It really is funny how blurry the lines get between romance and control, dress up per se? Once again with the dressing you- believe me, he spoils your beyond belief. Though, most of it is “My eyes only.” Slowly your closet went from things you’ve gotten from friends, shirts you once loved, to everything Tom approved.

It didn’t matter though, because he still spoils you.

Being in class was an entirely different story. In the beginning you simply couldn’t speak to any other guys, you understood, not wanting him interacting with girls either it seemed fair. Until you couldn’t sit with any of them, problem being, its not like you can just chose where you sit everytime. That doesn’t matter to Tom though, “You seemed to betray me today hun.” Nice name, yet the tone anything but.

It was pretty sudden when Tom just happened to to become your seating partner in every single class, and yes, that somehow included ones he once hadn’t attended. But this was a good thing. You got to be with your boyfriend all day long, that’s so exciting. Watching your every move, telling you what you did wrong on your work “Can’t have a dumb girl, can I doll?”

It was sweet. He was being helpful, you always had help. Just don’t ask for too much, then that makes you stupid, idiotic, dense. That’s according to him though, and yes his words. “Honestly, I don’t know what you’d do without me, you’re just so mindless most of the time. It’s infuriating”

But no matter what it’s always okay because, “You know I never mean what I say, Love. I’ll take you out, even buy you something new”

You see, none of this happened quickly. It was like one moment you controlled your life, the next moment you didn’t. You lived in his dorm, once again don’t ask how, Tom Riddle has his ways. He chose your outfits the days no uniforms were needed, but of course only because “I just love picking out what my girl wears, you love it too, don’t you, hm?”

Now here you are, unable to speak to anyone really, no boys, no friends because well, they only attract unwanted male attention of course. It was crazy to think you’d leave your friends behind for a boy, not just your friends really more like your entire old life, but Tom wasn’t just any boy. No, he had full control over you and you both knew it. You loved it.

I know im saying idk a lot but idk how i feel about this 😭😭

once again i hope you all enjoy <33

[gumiluver]

NO PREP? NAUGHTY GIRL. ~ JJK NSFW SCENARIOS | PART TWO

synopsis: you let him hit it with no prep ;)

(pls prep!! foreplay is super important!!)

cover pic credit: Aloneexe19 on pinterest

lovers <3: afab!reader, okkotsu yuta, inumaki toge, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, kamo choso

PART ONE <3 | EAT ME! ~ GOJO

byr/important: the content written in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact, all characters aged 21+

cw: pwp, dark content(-ish), nsfw 18+, manhandling (all lovers <3), overstimulation (yuta), squirting (toge), pet names (gumi <3), dacryphilia (yuta, gumi <3)

Yuta 🖤

Yuta really should’ve lied to you, but he couldn’t deny his intrigue to your question. To be fair, it’s only a fantasy! He would never expect you to take his cock in one thrust, he knows how dangerous that could be and would hate to see you in pain because of his greed.

But fuck, he can’t get the picture of your cute face contorting in pleasure and pain from trying to accommodate his girth. Gripping onto him for dear life as he sends you to oblivion.

And you, being the sweet little girlfriend that you are, tell him how hot you think his fantasy is. Knowing that he, the Yuta Okkotsu, is so pussy whipped by you that his deepest, darkest fantasy is taking you with no prep and watching you become a cock drunk slut for him made you feel on top of the world. You couldn’t help but strip yourself bare in front of him and prop your ass out for him to see.

“Are you sure you wanna do that? I could really hurt you,” he says, pushing your hips all the way down to the bed. You turn your face so that your right cheek is pressed against your plush pillow, glancing over your shoulder to gaze at your lover. His eyes conveying a darkness that makes your body shiver and your pussy clench aimlessly. He can feel his mouth start to water at the pretty sight of your plump ass and thighs on display, “if we do this, I don’t think I can stop…”

You giggle and shake your ass a bit, beckoning for him to have his way with you, to do as he pleases. Your left hand reaches over to grip the lower flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to reveal your inviting pussy to him.

The growl that rung through your ears must have been the sound of some carnivorous beast behind you—maybe even a curse; there’s no way in hell that Yuta could sound like that. So guttural and deranged.

Your thoughts are swiftly knocked from your mind when you feel his burly hands grip the flesh of your hips as he pushes his throbbing tip against your entrance. He hovers himself above you, trailing his hand to your neck and applying subtle pressure to the sides, making you groan deeply and clench your thighs together. His chest is pressing against your back, placing some of his body weight onto you as a way to immobilize you. His lips caress the shell of your ear—inadvertently clouding your senses and judgement.

He was adamant about seeing your face when he bottomed out—wanting his fantasy to play out perfectly. He wants to see you scrunch your nose up, to see tears well in your eyes as you slowly take his dick inch by inch; and, when he’s fully in you, he wants to hear you beg for him to ease up, to tell him he’s too much for you to take.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, shaking from the amount of pleasure he’s feeling just from jamming his tip into your tight cunt. He felt like he was suffocating, the vice of a grip your cunt had on his tip was just begging to be stretched out—molded to fit his cock and his alone.

But he knows to take his time with you, to go at your pace and ease you into his massive length. The hand that was holding your neck trailed lower to palm at your breast, massaging it gently as he eases more of his cock into you, “j-just a little more baby—yeaaa that’s it!! my good girl, fuckk…,” he praises, feeling your cunt flutter around his cock. His tip starts pulsating around your walls, making a slow, steady beat radiate throughout your core. Your body felt like it was on fire, but you’ve never felt more alive.

“Did so well baby, look at how good you take me in…ughhhn…feels good doesn’t it love, ahhh look at you—so fucked out fr’ me…” he’s rambling now, lost in the pleasurable haze that you and only you could bring him. He tries to still his hips as best as possible but can’t help the small bucks that shoot past his hips—taking control of the his motor functioning. He has to calm down quickly before he busts inside you too soon; he wants to savor this, savor the way your eyes crossed and tongue lulled out, making you drool while your eyes tear up from overstimulation.

Oh yes, he’s going to plaster this image in his memory forever.

Toge 🖤

A man of few words—he has to be anyway, so when you first suggest hopping onto his dick without his usual foreplay he shakes his head vehemently and crosses his arms in front of you. A defiant way of stating he won’t listen to this nonsense anymore.

But then he started thinking—thinking about how pretty it would look to see you struggle taking his dick. How you’d gasp and wiggle around, trying to take all his length without complaining. Especially if he uses his cursed technique on you, make you sit on it an—

He’s quick to shake those thoughts out of his head, even after you ask him a second and third time; he simply can’t bare to put you in any kind of position that would feed into his lust-driven madness. He doesn’t know how far his cursed speech would go in these types of scenarios—but you just kept asking, and asking, and asking…

“Relax,” he whispers gently in your ear, and it’s like the weight of the world falls off your shoulders. The bulbous tip of his cock finally squeezing past your tight entrance, eliciting a moan from the cursed speech user and a whimper from you. The sudden euphoria spreading throughout your body made you lightheaded—you could feel your pussy betray you from the way she flutters uncontrollably.

He’s pressing gentle kisses to your neck, rubbing his hands up and down your curvaceous sides to help ease you into taking his cock. You let a gentle hum of pleasure escape your lips as you spread a bit wider for him to slowly give an experimental thrust upwards—making you shudder in his arms from the shock of pleasure that jolts up your spine.

Toge has always been big—so big that you’ve both had to come up with specific positions that help ease you onto his massive length. But this experience? This was all new. His cursed speech, the way his cock was forcibly pushing your pussy open to make way for the base, the way your velvet walls squeeze like a vice around his girthy length.

It was all too much. You were starting to lose the pace of your breathing, opting to take short gasps of air as you fight to sink down on your lovers cock. The squirming of your hips inadvertently making you sway sensually—almost like you were putting on a little show for him.

He’s having to mentally restrain himself now, willing his hips to still as you try and get comfortable. He doesn’t wanna rush anything with you, he wants to take his time and watch you fall apart. But it was impossible with how much you’re wiggling around on his cock—he thought you were gonna snap his dick in half.

“Don’t move,” he growls, gripping your hips tightly, knuckles turning white as he tries to still you before he cums too soon. You feel your muscles tense as you freeze in place, giving Toge a couple minutes to compose himself. It’s almost unfair how tantalizingly warm and tight your pretty cunny felt, as if it were ushering him to rush the process and have him slam your hips down on his cock already. A simple command of “sink” would be all he needed to finally feel your pussy enclose around him.

But he would never do that to you; not yet, at least.

Especially with how you’re barely handling the pace now, which has been absolutely agonizing for him. Patience, however, has always been rewarded with an absolutely beautiful sight—a sight about to unfold before his very eyes.

“aah—aahhh!” you moan out, pleasure overtaking your senses and forcing a guttural moan out of the cursed speech users mouth. ‘So fuckin tight…’ he thinks to himself trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. But the way your cunt has a hold on him—he could barely think, let alone breath.

But Toge notices something different this time—the way the tip of his cock is being clenched while your velvety walls flutter and pulse around his shaft. He feels you start to get wetter and wetter and hears your moans louder and louder. ‘Is she gonna…?” he thinks, quickly taking advantage of the opportunity by gripping your hips tightly and shifting a bit lower on the bed. Your attention quickly diverting back to him from the sudden change in his demeanor. You gasp at his rough treatment, starting to feel your own slick coat his cock. He looks up at you, and grunts out:

“Breathe,”

And the gasp of air that you inhale balances out the harsh slam of his balls slapping your ass as he bottoms out completely in you. Your eyes widen, and you can’t stop the scream of pleasure and pain that escapes your lips as you feel him accurately strike your soft spot. Your head is thrown back, back arched sensually, supple tits in plain view for Toge to kiss and suck while you adjust to his intrusion.

Your peripheral vision starts to fade as you subconsciously squeeze his cock out of your cunt, squirting all over his well toned stomach and v-lines. He’s grinning wildly now, guided by a primal lust that makes him flip the both of you around and give you a breathtaking kiss that makes you almost lose consciousness.

Almost.

The only thing that brings you back to reality is Toge, giving you another full thrust of his cock, bottoming into you again, and again, and again…

Megumi 🖤

You can see the twitch in his left eye become visibly pronounced. He swears your probably heard about this silly shit from Nobara or Yuji and can’t help but worry about your ability to make sound judgements.

He tries to explain to you why it wouldn’t feel good, but he can barely manage to look at you. His face a dead giveaway for his perverted thoughts, a blush settling across his pale cheeks as he stumbles over his words. He’s loosing his train of thought, especially when you beg for him—so gentle and eager.

He honestly can’t help it, as much of a gentleman he is for you he can’t help but have those urges to use you as he saw fit. To know that you would be there for him to use at any given point in time—and the same goes for him as well, that you’d be allowed to use his body whenever the need arose. He trusts and loves you with his entire being that he’s willing to risk it all to give you all. A huge gamble for a humble man like him.

“Don’t need prep ‘gumi…jus wan’ you inside me, please,” you whine, absolutely driven by your nasty little thoughts of getting filled completely by his cock. He bites his lip and tries to settle you down by cupping your face in his palms, brushing a thumb against your plump cheek to soothe you. He’s gazing into you, stormy eyes darken with insatiable greed as he feels his cock twitch at your pleading gaze.

“Such a needy little bunny aren’t you?” He groans, eyes lowering to your plush lips as he takes in your angelic features. Your princess eyes looking up to him, filled with hope. How is he suppose to deny you when you look like that? His little bunny—so pure and sweet.

The complete opposite of his dark and animalistic nature. Since the moment he saw you he knew he had to have you, to claim you. While he would never disrespect you or project misogynistic bullshit like other men, you will forever remain his and only his. Every time he’s with you he’s invigorated with an energy completely foreign to him—a burning desire and ache that overtakes his reasoning and fixates on his impulses. He has to have you, he needs you.

A sudden jolt brings him back to you, and the sight before him has him seeing stars.

Under his lust-induced comma, you slyly maneuvere his thumb to glide into your mouth. You slowly run the tip of your tongue on the pad of his thumb, giving a gentle suck. To add insult to injury, you start to whimper around his thumb—as if he were purposefully neglecting you and causing you pain.

“Lay back, bunny,” he grunts out, gently pushing you back against the bed. Once settled, he strips himself of his clothes and assists you with yours. He takes in your glorious form and is certain that if god was a woman, it would be you, “you’re stunning, my goddess—my perfect fucking bunny,”

He caresses your thighs, gently ushering them open to grant him access to your perfect pussy. He groans loudly upon seeing your pretty clit quiver and sighs painfully, knowing he has to forego his usual time spent making out with your clit and cunt, ‘next time I’ll play with you…’ he thinks, swearing to himself that he’ll spend an extra 20 minutes next time he has his way with you.

“‘gumiii~” you whine, shifting your hips and shying away from his stare. You rarely see him get this way, almost as if he was unrestrained. You always wondered if Megumi held a part of him back from public view, holding in his deepest desires in favor of rationality. But right now, you didn’t want to see his rationality.

Oh no—you wanted to see his descent to madness.

He grins a wicked smile, hoisting your thighs around his waist higher as he dives in to shamelessly steal a kiss from you. Successfully omitting a gasp from your lips, he shoves his tongue into your mouth and groans at your submissiveness, “always so ready fr’ me,” he slurs between kisses, subconsciously lining his hips up against yours—like all the times he’s done before.

And while you’re distracted, he shoves the entirety of his length into you quickly—a loud cry escaping your lips that he’s quick to eat up at, “you can take it, bunny, doin’ so well,” he grunts out, trying to compose himself by using your lips again as a distraction. All he wants to do is fuck the soul out of you and paint your plush walls white with his seed. Wants to breed his precious bunny full of his cum.

You feel yourself suffocating from him, all of him. His cock, his lips, his words—it was like he was feeding off of it. Feeding into your entire being and consuming you as his, “such a fucked out bunny fr’ me…don’t worry your pretty little head; I’ll take care of you,”

Yuji 🖤

Poor lil loverboy Yuji didn’t really understand what he would be putting you through, especially when you looked so happy and excited to take his dick right here and now.

All he wants to do is please you, and despite his experience (or lack thereof) you make him feel like putty in your hands. He’s such a slut when it comes to you, he can’t help but associate you with pleasure, love, and nurture—so the second you bat your pretty little lashes up to him and give him a little pout, he’s done for.

It’s not like he had a choice at this point either, especially with how you’re pushing him down on the couch, manhandling him, and caging him in by straddling yourself on his lap.

“I’ll let you do anything you want if you keep touchin’ me like that baby, fuck~” Yuji whines out, gripping your hips desperately to have you keep grinding your clothed cunt against his own clothed length. You giggle at his needy attempts to speed up the pace, making you slow your hips down slightly while adding more pressure to irritate him a bit more. He groans loudly, his head falls back and his eyes are clenched shut. The muscles in his neck and shoulders becoming physically pronounced as he tries to control himself from ravaging you.

“Ugh come oooon baby, I can’t take it anymore,” he pants out, bucking his hips upwards in an attempt to get you to stop your teasing. You pout a bit, wanting to continue your ministrations on the man in front of you—but you knew that if you continued on, you’d sabotage your own desires.

After all, you’ve been desperate to feel him stretch you out. To push his thick cock inside your tight hole and feel that resistance that makes the both of you keen and cry out in pleasure. To bottom out with a complete thrust and feel his cock probe your waiting cervix.

You quickly remove your panties, which Yuji gladly helps with. He’s quick to snatch your panties from you too, sticking it in his dresser drawer—a souvenir to remember tonight’s rendezvous. You straddle him and line your cunt up to his leaking tip, already hard and shiny from his pre cum. Yuji’s quick to take the lead by sneaking a hand between the two of you to position his cock perfectly towards your entrance. Using his other hand, he guides your hips down, reveling at the sight of you slowly succumbing to him.

You bite your lip and furrow your brow at the sting of his girth stretching your tiny princess pussy. A soft cry slips out from you and you can feel your mind break. The thickness of Yuji’s cock was otherworldly, it’s sheer circumference enough to make any woman shutter from fear—so taking him raw without any prep was truly a challenge only few could handle.

And you were determined to make that happened.

“Such a good girl for me, the best,” he says, slipping the remaining few inches into your tight hole. Your head rolls as you part your lips and let out a silent scream, the intense pleasure overtaking your body leaves yourself pliable—manipulatable, even—and it makes Yuji go insane. He has to will himself to not throw you on your back and pound into your sweet lil cunny.

And it doesn’t make it any better that Sukuna’s in the back of his mind, egging him on, coaxing him to dominate you because that’s what you truly wanted, right?

‘Look at the way she’s drooling for ya, take advantage of her fucked out mind already brat,’ he hears in the depths of his mind, making him internally roll his eyes and huff outwardly to calm himself down. The sick thing about it all tho was how badly Sukuna’s words made Yuji’s cock throb inside you.

Your whimpers bring him back to attention, to which he coaxes you with pleasantries that make your knees weak. Your pain-stricken face makes his heart squeeze with guilt, wanting to quell your pain so you can finally reach that blissful peak.

“It’ll feel better soon baby, just relax fr’ me okay?” he says gently, holding your cheeks in his hands and kissing you lovingly. You coo at his gestures and ease up a bit, allowing his cock to finally fit snuggly within your walls, making him release a languid moan. His hips started circling slowly, providing you pleasurable stimulation that caressed your g-spot and rubbed your clit. A beautiful sigh escapes your lips, and the sight before him is heavenly—a renaissance painting come alive.

Your lips parted—flushed. Eyes closed with a cock drunk smile adorning your beautiful face. To say he was smitten would be an understatement. He was unequivocally enamored by you. Your fucked our face. Your beautiful body. Your little whines and whimpers. The way you cling onto him as if he was the only thing that you knew was real.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

Choso 🖤

Choso only wants what’s best for you, obviously. Most of his life has been surrounded with pain and suffering, so ensuring that your life was as far away from those experiences was his duty. He couldn’t quite comprehend why you would want to risk getting hurt in the process of taking his dick fast and raw—no prep at all.

It took some playing around to convince him, having to wear tighter and shorter clothing to rile him up. You knew that his patience was wearing thin, the constant high risk situations he’s forced to face, having to manage his siblings, dealing with clan responsibilities—all while a temptress lies in wait for him to use as he’d like, and yet he refuses to fall for it.

Except tonight. That new purple lingerie set that fit so snug on your body and highlighted the very essence of you in the most seductive ways had him dropping everything in his hands from pure adrenaline. He was a goner the minute he walked in his damn home.

“Squeezin’ me so tight love, can barely fuckin’ breathe aghh—fuckkkk,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pushes his cock in deeper. You’re gripping onto his biceps as he hoists your hips over his shoulders, folding you into a mean mating press. At this angle, he’s able to slip a few inches in, and all you can do is shiver and shake uncontrollably from the sheer force of it all.

You’re whimpering loudly, unabashedly telling him “you’re so big” and how “‘s so much” that it makes his balls tighten and tip pulsate. Your filthy words are starting to get to his head, making him feel lightheaded from his insatiable desire to bully his cock into you so deeply that it has you screaming. His chest emanating a deep growl as his core burns to the point of pain—god he was aching to fuck you already.

He groans out, no longer able to control his voice as he bites his lips and shoves his cock a bit deeper into your plush cunt, “thereeee we go, see how good you are? perfect little thing, such an angel…” he’s mumbling to himself now, feeling his girth push around your plush walls, leaving an imprint of his fat cock that will forever mark you as his.

Bottoming out, he lets a deep sigh of pleasure fall from his lips. You could visibly see the shutter that overtakes him when he hovers his body over yours, but what you couldn’t see was him having to physically and mentally grapple with himself from having to hold off on obliterating your precious pussy right then and there.

And you’re no better now, to be fair. Your eyes are crossed, stuck in a haze of bliss as you let his cock guide you into depths never experienced before. Your toes are curled, a squeal escapes your mouth despite your attempts of masking your moans. Your eyes are scrunched, brows furrowed, and lips parted in such a delicious way that Choso can’t help but dive in and kiss you—wanting to take in all of you while he has his way.

“Is this too much?” he asks, but he’s oblivious to the fact that everything about him is too much. The way he kisses you leaves you breathless, his large arms and biceps grasp you as if you were weightless, his pelvis and hips guide your smaller ones to a sinful dance that only he conducts.

It’s almost like he wants it to be too much for you. Wishing to see you lose all form of autonomy—having to rely on him to provide for you, to care for you.

To provide this pleasure, this feeling, this experience to you.

And you? All you can do is succumb to the beauty of it all. After all, that purple lingerie set of yours got you in this very predicament—might as well make use of it and enjoy the ride.

a/n: hope part two lived up to y’all’s expectations!! lmk what you think 🥰<3

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[nothomegal]

ITS CHRISTMAS EVE (or at least where I live bc timezones) and I would like to gove Pyramid Head smoochies under mistletoe pls 😌

Aww I was having this idea too! And since it's Christmas allow me to bless you with a drawing!...

...And a lilttle one-shot!

"Mistletoe"

(Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Warning: suggestive implications by the end, but mostly fluff!

Word Count: 1k

Christmas was always a funny holiday for (Y/N). Either because they never truly felt connected to it or because they haven't felt the 'magic of Christmas' since childhood. Don't get me wrong, they would still put some decorations when they could, but ever since they came to Silent Hill such tradition was lost.

Not like they mind it too much though, they already have the absolute best gift and company they could ever ask for! Just tell me, who in their right mind would be upset about having a nearly 8ft tall demi-god creature as your forever partner? You have to be chronically insane to turn down such blessing!

And speaking of the creature, (Y/N)'s daydream was interrupted when a large hand curled around their arm and stopped them. They shoot a curious glance to their lover, who was already looking at whatever got his attention.

Right above them, placed on the old metallic door frame with, what they suppose is duct tape, were hangign a bunch of oddly shaped pieces of paper. Some pieces where green, others painted green, and all of them where kept together with a piece of damaged red cloth that was tied as a bow.

(Y/N) stares at that weird construction with furrowed brows, really trying to grasp what the hell they're looking at. Pyra was still as well, but his head tilted towards his human as he curiously observes their reaction. Seems like they too have no clue what is this-.

However, (Y/N) manages to make out the shape of it and instantly burst out laughing.

—"No way! No way someone actually made one!"— you say between laughs.

The beast simply observes them, letting out a low wondering rumble. Is that another pointless joke humans have? (Y/N) is laughing hard so it must be something very funny or very stupid.

After the laughter had ceased, (Y/N) takes a look at their monster and suddenly remember what he wanted in the first place. Oh, right. They were supposed to explain what is that.

—"Okay, okay."— you say between giggles as you point at the object. —"That thing over there is supposed to be a mistletoe. Remember when I told you about Christmas and how people decorate that one fuzzy tree? Well, this thing is also kinda a Christmas tradition. People hang it somewhere high and when two step or pass underneath it, they have to kiss."—

While (Y/N) explains, Pyra listens to them carefully. But the second they mention the kiss part, the air between them shifts and becomes... Odd. And Pyra himself still, way too still.

(Y/N) of course feels the change, and is quick to start clarifying.

—"But of course, it's optional. It's not like you're forced to kiss anyone. If anything, I never did! So I suppose this will remain as a silly tradition some-"—

Their speech is replaced by a tiny gasp when the monster suddenly grabs their jaw, gently lifting and moving their gaze where he needed. Their eyes narrow slightly when they noticed a tongue peek out from his helmet and slowly, almost shily, wiggle towards their face.

—"Aww. What a polite guy."— you chuckle as a little blush creeps on your cheeks. —"Well of course I'll give you a kiss."—

Ever since they introduced this new method of showing affection, it wasn't rare to witness Pyra ask for a 'kiss' once or twice. It's kinda funny to see how shy he gets, always taking it slow and giving them enough time to stop or pull away. Do they do that? Nuh-uh! Do they think it feels gross? Weird, yes. But (Y/N) is deranged so it's fine.

The pink muscle soon presses against their lips, and they respond by giving it a kiss while holding it in place gently, totally unbothered by its wet and slippery texture. They could feel Pyra practically melt into the gesture, he does it every time. It's small, but is the closest they can get to an actual kiss, and the intimacy and specialness of it seems to get the beast to his very core.

After some second, when (Y/N) attempts to lean back, a pair of big arms gets a hold around them, cementing them in place completely and pulling them closer to the monster. The said beast lets out a low menacing growl as his tongue licks their cheek and part of the jaw. The message was clear...

M̵̞͔̥̏̌̊o̷͕͒̓͑ͅŗ̷̭̝̓̾e̵̠̤͓̅̒̋.

He wanted more.

Despite the apparentaly hostile growls, (Y/N) showed no intimidation and simply chuckled as they roll their eyes.

—"Someone is feeling frisky, huh?"—

Another, and a bit louder, growl resonated from inside the beast's helmet. His grip around them tightening and the tongue sliding along their lips, almost begging for them to kiss it again.

—"Calm down tiger. We both know if we continue you'll get too carried on."— you coo, sliding one of your hands along one side of his helmet.

He groans with certain displeasure, but his grip soon losens as he slightly tilts his head into their touch, yet he doesn't let go neither.

—"If you're really feeling like doing it then let's go somewhere else. You don't want anyone to see me naked, don't you?"—

This time their answer is no longuer a growl or a sound, but the same pair of big hands lighting their form up and swinging over a broad shoulder.

Before starting to walk however, the monster reaches up and snatches the little paper mistletoe. (Y/N) of course notices that and can't hold back the little laugh.

—"Well well, see you really liked this particular tradition."—

They get no response as the monster resumes his walking. But the small squeeze on one of their thighs was enough proof to know that they got it right and it won't be the last time the see the little item.

After this little interaction, and probably after what's about to come, (Y/N) doubts to ever be able to feel that magic of Christmas again.

However, they realize that they still experienced something new. The magic of the mistletoe.

Is that an actual thing? Who knows.

But it worked on Pyra so it must be a thing, right?

It worked well after all.

...Too well.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 4: Stalking/Obsession

Stalking/Obsession - Eyeless Jack X F!Reader

Warnings: DUB CON, breeding kink, biting, marking

AN: I don't speak Polish so forgive me </3. ALSO this is a take on my dear @creepynoodleheadcannons's prompt featuring EJ on Day 19 from their 2022 Kinktober. Will tag the fic HERE.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

In the darkness of your room, you sat curled in your sheets with the feeling of dread coursing through your veins. Sweat ran down your brow, down the back of your neck and soaked your bed as you stared at your window. You saw his shadow looming just outside, a monstrous being that had been tormenting you for the first half of the year. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest like a little rabbit about to be caught in the jaws of a wolf as his claws scratched against it. 

He’d never been so bold before. 

When he first started, he was silent. His sharp claws played with the seams of your mind, delicately lifting the fragile threads before popping them up and breaking them, reveling in the sound of the strings snapping. It was small. A coffee cup you’d thrown away with your lipstick marks had gone missing but you assumed you’d managed to throw it out somewhere else. The hairs from your brush had been cleaned out but weren’t in the trash. Some of your clothing had gone missing. You assumed that you were becoming increasingly forgetful, but your underwear going missing? Your still full shampoo and conditioner bottles disappearing? 

And then he revealed himself. You thought you’d accidentally summoned a demon when he first appeared in the corner of your eye. He was always there, watching, waiting, and so fucking persistent. The way he spoke about you was deranged, like you were the only thing he craved in the entirety of his life. He spoke of how sweet you’d be - his final meal, the feast to end all others. 

“Go… Go away,” you shakily cried out while you dug your face into the pillow in an attempt to fend him off. But you knew it was a useless attempt. Tonight was the night he’d finally make you his and devour you whole. Your body shook with fear as you watched the shadow of his hands move sluggishly, like he wawa toying with you on how slow he could be. Toying with you, building up his own anticipation with glee. You heard Polish spill from his lips, or maybe an archaic form of it, and like magic, the window flew open. It invited the colder of October air into your room, red and orange leaves spilled across your floor as his large form blocked out the light of the moon herself. 

“You don’t really mean that,” he purred. His voice was deep and laced with a Slavic accent that sung with the cadence of ancient gods and their demons. His face was hidden by a mask, a dark pool of inky blue while the eye sockets wept with tar. If you looked close enough, you could see the knife marks of where it had been carved a very, very long time ago. He slipped through your window despite his size. Your nose filled with his scent. Musk. The earth. Iron. Smoke from campfires not long doused. Ammonia. 

Your stomach wanted to wretch at the very smell of him. Fear stoked every part of your body as you pried your eyes away from your pillow and peeked up at him. He was large, much too large. The moonlight framed him as dark and imposing. He was strong, you knew that, and his skin was the color of ash. And for a creature that seemed to take joy in pursuing a much more human form, he still reeked of otherworldly. His legs were cloven, like that of a black goat, and his teeth were sharp, slightly yellowed and large like that of an apex predator. Roots and the earth seemed to crawl up his legs like the earth itself wanted to reclaim him, and his joints didn’t seem to fit him right. His elbows, his knees, shoulders, everything was popped into place haphazardly, a vessel to contain something much larger than what he was born as. 

He took advantage of your fear as you looked up at him. His grin only widened behind his mask. He crawled up your bed, caging you in with his body. His clawed hands traced your warm body as you balled up in a weak attempt to shut him out from you. 

“Please, don’t,” you murmur as you watch his clawed hands crawl up your body. “I already told you no-”

He gave you a look from behind his mask before reaching his hand upwards to remove it. His arm moved over to rest it on your nightstand, as if he were making himself comfortable. His mouth was curled upwards into a grin, large and knowing. 

“Come now, kochanie moje. Don’t be so frigid towards me. Open up. Let me in.” His sharp talons moved to cut your clothes from your body, not caring about your cries of protest. “You cannot resist me forever,” he whispered in your ear as your body trembled. “Try and fight as you may, your body calls for me, and I must answer. You were meant for this,” he breathed in your ear as you meekly held your hand up to his large chest in another attempt to push him off. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered. 

“Tak kochanie,” he whispered back, “you do. I need you. Don’t you see what you’re doing to me? I need your body, your heart, your mind, your very soul,” he groaned as his hand traced your soft, supple skin. “I want to breed you to make you mine forever.” 

His words sent chills down your spine as you shook like a leaf. You shook your head. “You can’t-”

“Don’t worry,” he purred once more, voice hungry and lusty, “I’ll make it feel good. I always do.” 

You were almost snapped out of your fear from the second half of his sentence but found it quickly returned when his teeth sunk into your neck. “Oh fuck!” You yelped, feeling the warm blood from your neck bead downwards to drape your collarbone and your nape. “What the hell was that for?” 

Jack didn’t immediately answer, only grinned and opened his mouth. A long, purple tongue slithered out and lapped at the teeth marks he’d left, a soft apology for drawing blood. “Mating mark,” he answered. “One of the many physical kinds I can give to you.” 

You kept your mouth shut as you felt his hands barely leave you to the belt of his pants. He undid it, and then slowly pumped his cock. Large, knotted, that was all you could see in the darkness only illuminated by the moonlight. So distracted by how girthy and large he was and the fact you KNEW he wouldn’t fit inside of you, a cry ripped free from your throat as his other hand effortlessly pried your legs apart. 

Jack’s clawed fingers easily moved down to your pussy, already wet from the budding anticipation. He cooed condescendingly. “Awh, and here I thought I would need to convince you even more.” His index and middle finger opened your lips up, and through the darkness, his sockets keyed in on your glistening pussy. “You were made for this, to please me, to be bred by me.” Slowly, he slid his index finger inside of you and watched through the darkness of your room as you bloomed for him. Heat painted your entire body, most notably your cheeks - Jack’s always had the ability to sort of ‘toggle’ thermal vision - and that’s where the heat was most notably concentrated. Well, that and definitely between your legs. Your pussy was burning for him. Needed to be filled, didn’t it? 

His index finger was soon joined by his middle, and he stretched you out as best as he could. “You feel so warm, kochanie,” he grinned. “So soft and sweet, and you smell just as good too. Maybe I should get a taste before I take you,” he thought aloud. 

Fearing retaliation, you hesitantly nodded. “Okay,” you squeaked like a deer caught in headlights. It didn’t help that your body seemed to call for him. Despite how much you knew this wasn’t good, your body squeezed around him. When his thumb circled your clit, you moaned softly, embarrassed that you showed him even a smidge of pleasure. He thumbed your clit some more and felt your hips buck up. 

And he laughed. Jack laughed. 

“See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.” After he fingered you a little bit more, enjoying the sounds of your soft moans and how you desperately tried to deny your true feelings towards him, he pulled his fingers out. “Do not pout,” he chuckled as he lifted his fingers to his lips. One of his tongues slithered out of his mouth once more before curling around his slick covered fingers. An obscene moan left his lips, and if he had eyes, you were sure that they would be rolling up. “Gods, you taste so good,” he praised. “So sugary and meaty,” he moaned again. “Perfectly made for me.” 

Jack mounted you this time, the head of his cock pressed against your tight lips as he watched you squirm underneath him. It was magical to see you buck your hips up like you could hardly resist him. “Open up, kochanie,” he cooed as he started to push his thick cock into you. He grinned when your nails dug into his uncovered forearms while your eyes widened. “Wrap your legs around me and breathe. Take me. Take me,” he whispered again and again, his hips pushing closer and closer to your body as his cock split you open. 

You did just that, legs wrapped tightly around his waist before moving your hands up to his back. Your nails dug into his hoodie while you pulled him tightly against you. Your heart rate skyrocketed as he pulled his hips back and then thrusted sharply forwards, the head of his cock hitting your cervix while not even fully hilted inside of you. His knot was thickly pressed against you, far too big for you to take, balls rested against your ass and heavy with cum. “Oh, oh my gods-” you wept as your body struggled to adjust to his size. He felt so big, every part of him. 

“Bloom for me,” he urged as he started to thrust his hips. His lips danced across your neck as he cock filled you with every thrust. “My sweet, sweet girl,” he praised, “look at you. How beautiful you are.” 

Your thighs were tense as he began to pick up the pace as you softly moaned for him, unable to deny any longer just how good Jack was making you feel. The tears that had welled in your eyes slipped down your cheeks but you unashamedly kept calling out for him. Your pussy felt so stretched open and still small as your slick gushed around him. You were soaking the bed from how good he stroked you. You arched your back slightly into his chest and tipped your head back to allow his lips to travel back up to your throat. You felt his teeth playfully move around where he’d already bitten you before softly biting you on the opposite side to mirror it. 

“You’re mine now, kochanie. Mine now forever.” The sounds of your moans were like music to his ears as he listened to your moans and how your body grew closer and closer to being knotted. He’d breed you, and then you’d have no choice but to be his for all eternity. 

[illya-roma]

DP X DC PROMPT- (Fic that I'd totally probably might write)

Jason had learned from being a Robin to being Red Hood to expect a lot of things, from fighting the deranged to expecting the unexpected like daina (WONDER WOMAN!) being mind controlled.

But he never expected this.

He usually doesn't come here to begin, not after- after it happened, but he does each time whenever the pits wants to remind hims of what he could have lost. (What he lost, how it hurt hurt hurt. How HE hurt them. He knows that even if they forgive him, they'll never trust him again. The pit laughs from behind)

But tonight, in front of him sat someone?something? what appears to be a teenager from 14 to 16, with red hair that flickers similar to a flame and skin too pale and ears too pointy.

But it?she? sat on one of the headstone with her eyes glazed, too deep in her own thoughts.

A series of bubbles cut her off. She proceeded to put the baby (that seemed completely human) on her shoulder and allowed him to burb. Then cocooned him in blankets and hummed him to sleep.

Right now, he isn't red hood (or Robin). And his gun may not affect her, that is if the child belongs to someone else. (Did the parents give them to her? Or is she related? Have any alarms of a breakout occur that a meta? experiments? escape?).

(He sounds like Bruce.)

"A penny for your thoughts?"

The girl had her eyes on the child, with a small sad smile and flickers of flaming hair. "Just..."

"Just wondering what my grave would have looked like."

He sucked a breath.

"That ones yours...right?"

The girl (child ghost holy fuck!) nodded her head to his own grave. "Y-yeah...it's mine."

"It's beautiful... And well cleaned...They must've cared a lot, mister Jason."

He never thought about that. A well taken grave describes a caring family wouldn't it? (They do care! How is it still clean though?)

"Yeah...but uh...um...What's up with the..the baby?" Is the baby alive?

"Oh...Noone will take care of my baby boy... So.. I had to come back..."

She pushed back a few strands of black hair with tender eyes and the lightest touch. As if he where the most fragile crystle.

Jason could see himself in the child. All loved to the point his own mother would give up everything just for him. Except it was Bruce, it was Bruce that took him in and loved him. Standing beside his bed during nightmares when he cried and taking away the monsters. Sitting with Alfred, cooking together and exchanging stories.

(His family loved him. His family loves him.)

"Would you like to fly with me?"

Robin made me magic

He keeps wiping his face while she put the baby in a safer position. "We can have a brawl for fun after I put little Danny in his bed a-" she stopped mid scentence when looking at him

He sputtered. " Is something wrong?"

With fear in her eyes she floated, creating distance between both of them. She shaked her head in disbelief.

"You...you died..."

He took a step farther, not wanting to scare them away.

"But..b-but your... nononono why do you look like that?!"

He wanted to ask like what, but she disappeared before his eyes. (Did she know he wasn't safe? That he hurt his family?)

...

Beep

"Hey Jaylad, is the pit be-

"B-Bruce"

"Jason, what's wrong? Are yo- what happend?"

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, I'm sorry! Dad I'm sor-"

"I'm coming, hang in there."

"Little Wing what's wrong?"

"Todd, who hurt you? Who should I kill?"

"Jason, back ups close. Breath with me, alright!"

(His family loves him)

(The pits were silenced)

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In an alternative universe the Fenton are still driving around and setting up traps, unfortunately Jazz is the one who removes them and got caught.

Since jazz is the one that doesn't wear hazmats and dany is still a baby (she makes sure is far from their experiments with ectoplasm), she becomes a ghost who decides that she doesn't want Danny to get hurt and takes him somewhere near a lot of ectoplasm.

Gotham: sweet baby girl, little baby harley.

Let the drama begin.

Chapter 2

[wegc]

Iris please help… I actually cannot get roommate perv!seungminnie out of my brain right now. I feel like he’d be so blatantly obvious and nonchalant about it too >//< like once you find out about how he’s been stealing your used panties to jerk off, taking under-skirt photos of you while you’re intoxicated and too drunk to know any better? Truthfully you knew what was going on after the first couple panties went missing, as well as from the loud moans of your name you hear through the walls every night. He doesn’t even care when you find out, but the second he sees your pink cheeks he immediately starts degrading you like…

“oh… you liked that? god you’re dirty…”

like oh my lord… imagine how rough he’d be with you too. We all know that Seungmin doesn’t really express feelings very directly, but once you find out, that shy roommate Seungmin you once knew completely goes away, fucking you to his hearts content and stuffing your used panties in your mouth to gag you, the ones that are soiled with both yours and his arousal.

Anyways just very random thought >//< Also, quick question, do you do anons? If so, could I be 🪱? Thank you!

going so fucking insane rn what do i even add at this point. rather than outright admitting that he's the pervert, he forces you to become one!!!

he'd start groping you, much to your surprise, savouring the sound of your yelps and whines, and laughing at your weak efforts to stop him from fondling your tits or your ass, because if anything, from how heavily you're panting and how desperate your stare has become, anyone could tell you wanted it!

"see, look at you. you like me touching you like this?"

"didn't even ask you, bet you're so fucking wet right now, hm?"

"that poor cunt's been craving cock, yeah? you'd take anyone's, wouldn't you?"

"gross fucking slut. i'll ruin your fucking hole, you get that? no one else will want you after this."

sorry for this, i'm a little deranged. seungmin and degradation does something to me <3 and yes, baby, i do! of course u can be an anon hehe, thank you for this wonderful ask.

[jaynovz]

I'm watching 1.7 and the break in Flint's voice when Gates is questioning him in the stable and he's like "I'm trying to answer the question" is devastating. The facial acting that Toby is doing here is like, he does great body language here and the trembling voice and nervous swallowing and darting eyes, you can see him trying to stave off some kind of extreme anxiety attack. Because. Like. God the flashbacks he must be having to London and Hennessey and Alfred Hamilton. Anyway, what he is saying just gets more and more desperate throughout the exchange, but legit he is trying to level with Gates the only way that he can in this moment. There is no version of Flint right now who could tell the whole truth, bc of his background, bc of the trauma, bc of what happened last time he trusted someone like that. So when we see what appears to be a mental BREAK, and he tells Gates his vision of sequestering a portion of the Urca gold for the future of Nassau and their men, that's him trying to explain his motivation the best way he can.

And the worst part is, he just sounds crazy and meglomaniacal and Machiavellian and DERANGED. It's exactly the wrong thing to say to Gates at that moment, they have already broken apart, it's too little too late, it's ten years too late!! Gates is hearing a lying maniac being conniving and cold and awful about Billy. But tbh, when I hear Flint say "He fell. Why? What do you think happened?" I just hear someone that WE KNOW doesn't know in his heart of hearts WHAT HE DID, WHAT HAPPENED, and he just... it would be easier if someone just told him.

I know we joke about Flint being full of SHIT, and he is in MUCH of the show, he does SO MUCH LYING. But this entire exchange doesn't feel like that. It feels like he's cracking and reaching and grasping and trying. And he has no earthly idea what path he would even take to get Gates back on side.

Gates says, "This is what we do. You orate and you dissemble and I look the other way..."

And the saddest fucking part, the most tragic of the tragedy is that HE'S NOT WRONG. That is what they do!! and it's. It's over! It's too much!

But poor fucking Captain, he just... He doesn't know how else to be.

And with regard to SilverFlint, and their arc... I've been thinking this go round about why it's different from Flint's relationship with Miranda or with Gates or with anyone...

And, well... It really is just a case of finding deep understanding from a person you never expected, isn't it?

At first it is extremely begrudging, because he doesn't have another choice, unwilling allies due to strife. But eventually it does becomes voluntary.

At its core, I think the reason that relationship is different, is because that becomes clear to Flint over time, and then he is able to offer up all the sides of himself to be further collated and understood.

And then faster than the speed of fucking light we get to 3.10 and 4.9: "You asked me where I began, and I felt that you were entitled to an answer. To the truth." and "I cannot do it without you." Silver says, "We might be friends by then" and by fuckin god they ARE. "As my partner as my friend" and "You know of me all I can bear to be known. All that is relevant to be known. That is to say, you know my genuine friendship and loyalty." So, what I've been circling is... sitting down in the woods and just telling Silver everything that happened in London is exactly what he can't do with Gates in 1.7 :////

[writerslittlelibrary]

I'm your mother now, chapter 3

masterlist series masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader

warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha

genre: angst

words: 2188

a/n: chapter 3 is finally here! I find it a little short but it's mainly a filler chapter anyway. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to let me know what you think :)

(also, I have big plans for the next chapter, so definitly stay tuned to meet auntie Yelena)

If you'd like to see something in future chapters, or have any ideas, please let me know and maybe I'll use them

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You had been living with Natasha for about a week now, and while she was absolutely terrifying to be around, you found yourself enjoying her presence more and more. You hated yourself for it, of course. How could a person possibly enjoy the situation you were placed in?

Living with Natasha was like walking around on eggshells, on bare feet, while continuously getting cuts. When you did whatever Natasha said, she was happy. She treated you like she loved you, and you wouldn’t get hurt.

However, you tried that, and she didn’t seem satisfied. For the past 2 days you have been complying to whatever Natasha said. Doing whatever she asked of you, but it didn’t seem like Natasha was very pleased with it. 

She wasn’t hitting you, nor yelling at you, but she didn’t seem pleased. 

You couldn’t understand her. You decided if you became like a rag doll, you wouldn’t get hurt, and Natasha would be happy, but she wasn’t.

Yesterday Natasha yelled at you. You had been following her orders the entire day. Smiling whenever she told you to smile more, eating whenever she told you to eat, but you couldn’t find it in you to do it with any emotion. Maybe that’s what she’s so mad about?

She wanted you to be her daughter. She didn’t want a rag doll, she wanted a person, yet every day you spend with Natasha you seemed to become less and less of a person. 

Today was no different. Natasha had woken you up like any other day, giving you a bath and picking out your clothes. You were all set for another day of being stuck in the house, left to do whatever Natasha had picked out that day. 

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You were watching tv, a privilege you earned for being such a good girl, according to Natasha. You didn’t really feel like watching it, but because it was a reward you felt like you had to, or you might make Natasha mad. That had been your main goal this past week. Avoid getting Natasha mad, and with that avoid getting a punishment. It had worked, mostly. You carried a few bruises here and there, but nothing to bad. 

Watching tv was pretty boring. You hadn’t earned the privilege of getting a Netflix or Disney subscription, so it was just mindlessly switching between the channels. Nothing really interesting was on, until the news caught your attention.

Natasha had told you she was the only one that cared about you, and she was the only one that would ever love you, but the news channel proved something different. 

There it was. Your face, with your name and identifiable features written under it. Missing was written in large red letters above your picture, a woman next to it talking about you, where you were last seen and why your disappearance was so out of the blue. She talked about how you might’ve ran away, seeing as though all the important stuff from your bedroom was missing. 

You went silent, staring at the tv while holding your breath. Someone did care. Someone did want you to come home. They didn’t even know you were okay, let alone that you’d left the country…

You could hear a cup shattering behind you, and your head whipped around. Natasha quickly made her way towards the couch, grabbing the remote and turning the tv off. She angrily looked at you, and you shuffled away from her as you covered your face with your arms. “WHY WERE YOU WATCHING THAT?!” she yelled angrily at you, throwing her arms in the air in frustration, and you flinched from the sound. 

Tears were already collecting in your eyes from the fear of what she’d do next. “THIS IS JUST WHAT YOU DO THEN HUH?! I GIVE YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO WITH IT!” she continued yelling, and you let out a silent sob and you curled in on yourself, crying as you tried to cover yourself the best you could.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW!” she yelled as she threw the remote at your face, missing your head by only a few inches. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing, the fear of her hurting you growing bigger with every word she said. Natasha didn’t seem to notice your fear, and if she did she didn’t seem to care much for it. You were shaking, yet Natasha was yelling. “Go to your room!” she yelled, yet you were to scared to move. “GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!” she yelled after you didn’t move, and you were quick to get up from the couch and run to your room, closing the door and crawling under the covers. 

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After about an hour, you could hear Natasha’s footsteps as she made her way up the stairs. You covered your entire head with your blanket, hiding beneath the covers, even though you knew it would make for little protection. 

You heard Natasha open and close your door, and you felt the bed dip as she sat next to. “Detka,” you said in a cheerful, singsongy voice as she gently shook you. Her voice was sickly sweet, a complete 180 of how she behaved an hour ago. “Are you gonna come out, Malyshka? I’ve made you a snack,” she said as she tried to pull the covers from your head, but you held onto them tight.

“What’s wrong baby?” you questioned as she scooted herself a little closer. You didn’t know if she was just pretending, or if she actually didn’t know why you were so upset and scared. 

She finally succeeded in pulling the covers from your head, seeing you covering your head with your arms. You knew that if she wanted to hurt you, she could, but it still made you feel safer. 

“What’s wrong honey?” she asked as she gently wiped some hair from your face. “Why are you upset?” she questioned and you sniffled softly. You didn’t want to talk to her. You didn’t want to tell her what was wrong. How on earth could she not know what was wrong? She’s the one that had made you so upset in the first place. How on earth could she not know?

“Look at me y/n,” she said, and you quickly did what she ordered. You looked at her through glossy eyes, and she smiled sweetly at you.

“What’s got you all upset sweetie?” she asked as she gently stroked your hair, smiling patiently. You sniffled and pressed your eyes shut, shaking your head lightly. Natasha gave you a firm pat on your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to count as a slap, but it was hard enough to remind you what she had ordered. 

You quickly opened your eyes again and looked at Natasha as her smile returned to her face. 

“Come on. Time to get up. I have a surprise downstairs for you,” she spoke as she got up from the bed, you following close behind her. Natasha was already making her way towards the door, but your question made her stop immediately. 

“Why did you lie?” 

She turned around slowly, the smile on her lips faltering slightly. “What?” she questioned, and you started questioning whether speaking up was a good idea.

“Someone does care! You’re not the only person that cares about me! You lied! You don’t even care about me at all!” you stopped when you saw Natasha’s facial expression change, watching as she slowly made her way towards you. You swallowed thickly when she stopped in front of you, anticipating what she’d do next. 

Before you knew it, a slap landed on your cheek, your head whipping to the side. 

When you felt the burn settle in you decided to bite your tongue, deciding to not say anything else. “I am the only person that cares about you. I am the only person that loves you. I am your mother and-” “You’re not my fucking mother!” you interrupted her, a wave of determination washing over you suddenly.  

Before you could even register what you’d said, you felt another slap on your cheek. “You ungrateful little shit!” Natasha yelled as she grabbed a handful of your hair, making you yelp. Your hands immediately went up to hers to try and relieve the pressure, but it was of no use. 

Natasha gave another particularly harsh yank as she moved towards your door, forcefully pushing you into the bathroom. 

She placed you in front of the sink, pulling your hair to make you look up. She grabbed something from on top of the sink and forced it into your mouth. You choked on the soap bar as she kept it in your mouth, the soap tasting horrible. 

You tried to push the soap bar out of your mouth, but Natasha stern hold made it impossible. 

As you kept choking on the soap, you started crying. The uncomfortable stretch of your mouth hurting as Natasha kept a firm grip on your hair. 

“I am you mother, and if you ever deny that again this will look like child’s play,” she spoke as she released your hair, allowing you to bend forward and spit the soap in the sink. You coughed and gagged as you tried to spit as much of the soap taste out, and you heard Natasha take a deep breath before she exited the bathroom, leaving you alone.

You cried silently as you continued coughing, missing the bathroom door opening and closing again. You felt Natasha’s hand on you back, rubbing soothingly as she shushed you. 

“It’s okay, detka,” she said as she gently grabbed your chin, turning your face to her as she guided a glass of water up to your mouth. “Here you go, sweetie. Is that better?” she asked as she helped you drink.

You nodded slightly as you forced yourself to stop crying. 

Natasha smiled sweetly at you as she hugged you, rubbing you back in circles gently. “I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day, don’t you?” she questioned as she pulled back from the hug, gently cupping your cheeks in her hands. 

You nodded again, and Natasha gently kissed your tears away before placing a loving kiss on your forehead. 

“Come on,” she said as she grabbed your hand, leading you downstairs. Your favourite snack was waiting on the counter, with a cup of your favourite tea next to it. “I don’t like it when we fight,” Natasha said suddenly, leading you over to the barstool and guiding you to sit on it.

“Let’s not fight anymore, okay, sweetheart?” 

You wanted to yell at her. Tell her she is the reason you were mad in the first place. You wanted to hit and beat her until she would let you go, but you couldn’t. 

Instead, you simply nodded, allowing her to give you another kiss on your forehead before she walked to the counter, turning her back to you. You didn’t want to speak to her, but somehow, not saying anything made you feel worse. 

“When can I go outside?” you asked quietly before you took a bite of your snack. 

“That’s something for another day. Maybe when the weather is a bit better,” Natasha replied shortly, clearly trying to avoid the question. 

“I had another surprise in mind. One that I think you’ll enjoy very much.”

That caught your attention. No matter how upset you may have been at her, you could never ignore your curiosity. You needed to know what she had in mind. “What?” you questioned, and Natasha turned to you with a smile. She placed a device in front of you. It was a tablet. One that you’d been saving for for a while. 

A few months ago, you decided you wanted an ipad, but the prices were too high, and you were too broke. You had started saving for it, but you never managed to reach your savings goal before you were... well.... kidnapped. 

You looked at the ipad before looking up at Natasha. She smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back slightly as well.

“Aren’t you gonna try it out?” Natasha asked as she saw your hesitance to reach for it. You looked at her, trying to see if it was a trap, but when you decided it wasn’t, you carefully reached for the ipad box.

When you held it in your hands, you couldn’t help but smile. 

You slowly unpacked it, scared you’d drop it. When you finally held the device in your hand, you excitedly turned it on. 

“I know we’ve had our differences, but this past week was just an adjustment period,” Natasha smiled as she took a step closer to you. “I love you,” she said as she placed a tender kiss on your forehead, lingering a little longer than before.

You didn’t pull your head away, and Natasha used that opportunity to hold you a little longer. 

“Thank you…” you quietly said, and Natasha pulled back as she cupped your cheeks. She smiled warmly at you.

“It is my absolute pleasure, malyshka.” 

chapter 4

tags: @carol-romanoff @simp-erformarvelwomen @clintsbigtoe @olsenmyolsen @leenasayeed @naslt @dvrkhcld @daddyshuri @wandanatsbaby @alphalesbianwolffoxdragontribrid @blackhill2245 @natsbraids @natsxwife

[ohbo-ohno]

Bo, I have not known peace since you posted that one little snippet about Mental Patient!Johnny not being believed when he says that Nurse!Ghost keeps visiting him at night. Because I can’t help but imagine both of them as nurses and Reader as the patient. They treat you so good, giving you better food and warmer blankets then the others. They even take you outside in the garden. It’s not too much to ask for you to help them out, is it? :( they come into your room, sandwiching you between them. Johnny’s stroking your hair and Ghost’s hands are on your hips. At first they say you only have to use your hands if you want to. But using your hands turns to them wanting to hump your ass or fuck thighs ands tits which turns to a “just the tip, love. Promise. It’ll feel good for you too.” Which turns to them having to shove your face into a pillow as they fuck you so hard your crappy bed turns wobbly from here on out. And they tell you they deserved that after all they do for you. That they take such good care of you. One day they’ll take even better care of you, when you’re home with them. - 🕸

i forgot about that!!! it was based on a horror/thriller i watched once about this woman who gets checked into a mental hospital because she's convinced her ex-boyfriend is stalking her and it's derailing her entire life. but once she's checked in, she becomes convinced that one of the orderlies is her stalker. it had a pretty scary ending, but for the life of me i can't remember what it was called :( someone please let me know if it sounds familiar i want to watch it again lol

cw for noncon (drugged sex) below the cut

anyways!!!! i think a ghoap x reader version of that would have patient!reader, nurse!soap, and guard!ghost. with one of them an nurse and one a guard, they can restrict her so much more :/

this is what happens in the movie (i think?) but i looove the idea of soap slipping reader an extra pill every night, so she's nice and still when they visit her every night. mixes together an extra element of psychological horror - are the nurse and guard actually sneaking into your room every night, or are you hallucinating/having sleep paralysis?

im partial to security guard ghost because i just KNOW that man is glued to you and you only on those cameras. there could be a murder happening somewhere else, and he doesn't even notice because he's watching you eat lunch. deranged man

love love love the image of johnny using you to get off - like, he'll wrap your limp fist around himself and fuck that until he comes :( licks his own come off of you and then kisses you, shoves it all into your mouth with his tongue because sharing is caring <3

ghost gets in trouble for being too rough with patients because he's so defensive of you. someone looks at you wrong and he's shoving them to the ground, threatening them with his baton. god forbid another person even touches you. makes you really really cautious and scared of people touching you, so you shy away from everyone. works perfectly with his fantasy

[angelwithdemonictendencies]

meeting you was too perfect to be real; somehow i know in every lifetime i've heard your laugh.

jd6 x reader: baristas always flirt like this with customers, right?

(warnings: no warnings today! (isn't that just deranged?). all sweetness and cuteness and sparkles and the like. my gift to you, free of charge. (enjoy!).

(a/n: my favorites! i give to you the sugar installment of my sugar and spice project. nothing even a little bit sad, here. and, surprisingly, i actually had a lovely time writing this. so much so that i'm almost tempted to make this into a full story, not just a scene - so let me know if that would be something you're interested in. i love a good coffee shop meet-cute, so i tried to do it justice, complete with a shy, blushy jd6. tell me what you think, tell me how you're doing, tell me what you'd like to see next, tell me what you think about the season so far. go canucks. sending every lovely thing i've got to you and your snakes. you can find the spice story of this project (toxic tz11. have i convinced you?) here. until next time).

anaheim was sort of funny. hot, but not necessarily oceanic, somehow still classic california. it was home to you, or at least it had been for the last couple of years.

however, in a very classic california fashion, rent was high, and although you loved your job as a barista like a hobby, lately it didn't really seem to be paying the bills.

so, you asked around, told your friends that if they knew anyone who was looking for a place to live, they should send them your way. you let that issue settle to the back of your mind, for now.

this morning, the opening shift was busy but predictable. the regulars stopped in for their typical before-work cup, filling you in on new developments in their lives as they tore open sugar packets. you convinced two customers to try your new fall creation, a cinnamon pumpkin latte, which was quickly becoming you go-to. your only co-worker for this shift was your work-best-friend, which you loved, which made the shift feel like it wasn't even work.

the opening hours flew by, as they so often did on weekdays. like clockwork, three hours in, your coworker took their break, going out back for a smoke.

there were no surprises, nothing new at all, until someone you had never seen before stood in front of you.

someone tall and broad, with messy dark hair that glinted almost purple under the soft light and the warmest eyes you had ever seen. his sweatshirt hung off of him like a blanket, clinging softly to the muscles of his shoulders and arms.

you cleared your throat. "welcome in. what can i get started for you?"

somehow, he looked even more unbalanced than you felt. he coughed before shoving his hands in his pockets, rocked back and forth once on his feet. "uh, yeah, h-hello." his voice was not what you expected, a little less steady, a little too telling. you knew immediately that he was a terrible liar, that everything he thought and felt would play across his face and tone in the truest, most sincere of ways. "i've never been here before."

your smile was instinctual, immediate, and his hands flexed in his pockets when your face brightened. "i know," you said, tilting your head at his look of confusion "i would have remembered you," you whispered like a teasing secret.

rosy pink began to appear at the tops of his ears, across his freckled nose.

anyone who worked as a barista would tell you that flirting was pretty much in the job description. one of those unspoken truths of the universe, that the pretty faces making the coffee let compliments flow easy as cream.

it was so much more fun when the customer looked like this, behaved this way, like he was so mature but still somehow not used to the attention, which you could barely believe. if he looked like this, he must know the effect he had on others, no? at the very least, could he assume the effect he had on you?

your laugh was soft. "didn't mean to embarrass you, new kid."

he reached a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, nervous habit. how gentle it looked it on him. "'s okay, petal, forgive you." his voice seemed to have steadied, now, as he settled into his space. into your space, too.

you blinked. in your head, it was comically slow, like a cartoon. is this what swooning felt like? your head filling with chatter like girls at a sleepover in middle school, gossiping behind hands shining with popcorn butter?

you cleared your throat. "so, what are you drinking?"

he sucked on his teeth for a second, appearing to think. "usually a black coffee kind of guy," he mused, leaving the end of his statement hanging between you like a question.

your smile grew childish in its sincerity. "but you're going to let me make you a more interesting drink because black coffee is boring?"

he rolled his eyes playfully, pretended to think about it, absentmindedly twisting the ends of his soft hair between his thick fingers. "i really don't like chocolate, okay?"

you scrunched up your face. "me neither," you said, sensing you almost had him.

you leaned forward on the counter, summed up your most convincing expression. "c'mon, please? you deserve a sweet treat! promise i'll make it so, so good for you."

"woah, the brothel's next door." your coworker's interested and mocking voice came ringing in clearly as the back door swung open and shut.

you and your new customer both turned a bright pink.

"can i make you a treat, please?" you said to him, simply, pulling a cup from the stack next to the register.

"i'd like that," he said, bashful as anything, his smile like a reflex.

you nodded to your coworker. "my friend's gonna ring you up."

her eyes lit up with mischief as she took your spot at the register. "let me guess," she said, barely able to talk because of her laughter, "you want that iced?"

your brow furrowed in confusion, unsure of the grounds on which her joke was being made, but you just finished fiddling with the espresso maker and put the finishing touches on your creation.

an iced americano, since he liked black coffee, with a splash of almond milk you infused with cinnamon and cardamon. a classic with a twist. something different, like you were so sure he was.

you handed it to him with a smile, still flushed from his presence, pleased to find him just as affected as you.

he held it in his hand like a treasure, like some kind of luxury, never looking away from you.

"aren't you going to take a sip?" you asked. "so i can make you something else if you don't like it?"

he shrugged, the motion making the muscles in his shoulders and back ripple. "i trust you."

you could have shaken your head at him. how silly, you could have said, how silly you sound, talking like that to me.

"i hope i'll see you around, new kid," you said genuinely as he made his way out, reluctance dripping from his frame like amber.

"thank you, petal," he said, so sweet you could have sworn the shop smelled like cotton candy for the rest of your shift.

"remember what i said about your zone entries!" your coworker called out after him as she wiped down the counter.

you turned to her, finally. "what are you talking about?"

she waved you off. "he plays hockey. my little brother's favorite. and god, if their zone entries aren't the sloppiest in the league."

she had lost you already, though, as your mind became clouded over with burnt caramel eyes and hands flexed in pockets.

an image that stayed present in your mind days after.

you had only just started to forget about your handsome stranger when one of your friends called to tell you he might have a roommate for you.

he assured you that this guy was not a creep, not even a little bit, that he was clean and orderly and liked a schedule, just like you.

"i swear, you'll love jamie," he had said.

and you knew this friend, loved him like a brother, trusted his opinion, so you agreed to have this prospective roommate, jamie, you supposed, swing by your place for a tour.

just a tour, you thought, what's the worst that could happen? it probably wouldn't even be the most memorable part of the hour, never mind the day.

you knew you were wrong when a gentle knock gave way to an opening door, and he stood there in your doorframe like a vision from a dream, hazy and lovely and every bit as beautiful as you remembered.

you almost dropped the mug you were holding.

and he genuinely did drop the flowerpot he was holding in his own grip. the loud crash had you covering your mouth with one hand.

"oh, fuck," came his rough voice, the smell of dirt growing stronger as shattered ceramic and soil now laid between the two of you like some sort of seance. "oh, god, 'm so sorry, petal," he practically whined. "just shocked me, 's all, didn't mean to make a mess."

you tilted your head, smile coming easy. "shocked you? you showed up at my house, new kid."

"if anything it's your fault," he said, face so rosy pink, smile shy. he let out a frustrated sigh, gestured to you. "can't answer the door looking like that, petal, swear you're a safety hazard."

"flattery will get you nowhere," you warned playfully, although you were pleased.

"not even in the door?" he asked, a hopefulness glazing over his gaze like lemon pound cake icing.

you shook your head, stepped to your side to let him in. "well, then, jamie, i guess i can start your tour by showing you where the vacuum is."

fin. (maybe).