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[deerlyfawned]

[littlemochabunni]

Der Riese und sein Häschen.

The Giant and His Bunny.

Konig x afab reader 18+ mdni

Content: drabble of just absolute pure filth.

a/n: I plea the fifth to any questions comments and concern I am just as shookth.

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König’s massive size alone is enough to have your toes curling and your thighs trembling. Oh and the way him manhandles you like you’re a little doll in your fucked out state is absolutely lethal.

Pinning you up against the wall with your legs pressed against his chest and his thick cock bottoms you out as if you cunt sucked he up in one go. “Sorry Häschen [Bunny], your little pussy is just so soaked I slipped~.” His animalistic pace says otherwise, and your incoherent cock-drunk and screams of pure pleasure still isn’t enough for him to know just how good you feel on his cock. He needs to hear some praise, something to let him know that he hasn’t completely fucked you out of all of your senses.

“Häschen [Bunny], you like that hm? You need more Liebling?” He gently grabs hold of your jaw and neck to make you focus on him while his pace grows slower and sensual enough to grab your attention. “C-cum! gonna—onna c-cum! Ahh~ ah ah K-König~”

König pulls out and pinches your clit depriving you of that mind shattering orgasm you were oh so close to having. “I ask you a question Häschen [Bunny]. Those ears of your’s stop workin’ hm?” You pant heavily with frustration, your ears twitch up desperately whilst your clit does the same under his fingers, “sorry ‘m sorry König! I need it plea— please König it’s so fucking good! I wan— I need it pleeeease~” you look up at him with tears of desperation form in your eyes as you can’t help but rut your hips in need of his thick cock deep inside you again. Behind his hood he’s smirking at your desperate attempts while gripping his hand tighter on your ass to keep you still, “Be a good girl and keep still. You don’t me me accidentally slipping into your ass, nein[no]?” The thought did excite you, but knowing what happened the last time he “accidentally slipped in” the wrong hole is what made you stop your movements.

König chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he slides his slick coated cock back inside your swollen cunt. The feeling of your walls welcoming him causes him to moan and the sound of your choked gasps when he bottoms you out turned his moans into a deep growl, bringing the animal inside him back out and the need for your screams and tears.

He pushes you flushed against the wall as he fucks you at a brutal pace, making you claw at his chest, broken screams fall from your lips, and your once denied orgasm is fast approaching. “F-Fuuuck König! It’s too biiiig! Wa-wait wa— oooh fuck I’m gon— Köniiiiig pl-pleeease~ right there right there!” König feels your cunts juices dripping down his thick cock onto the floor, and your pleas are just what he needs to drive his cock deeper in— bullying your poor cervix and hitting all your sweet spots simultaneously. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Take it~ Take it my kleine Hasenschlampe [Little bunny slut]” König’s words causes you to tremble violently as your orgasm gushes out, and his pace flusters as his own orgasm is triggered by your pulsating cunt squirting around his cock. “Mmm Liebling [Darling] you have to do that again for me. You’re a good girl, Nein?

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LOVE LANGUAGES ʚɞ ot6

BOYNEXTDOOR — ot6 synopsis love languages they mostly show p bnd x reader g established relationships skinship fluff petnames not proofread w 600

notes ; first post yayy

박성호 — PARK SUNGHO

words of affirmation

“has anyone ever told you how lucky they are to have you in their lives?”

that caught you off guard. you knew it shouldn’t come as a surprise anymore but it always does. his tendency to suddenly say things like that.

he had no idea how much it affects you, the love for him you already had kept filling up much more with every word he says.

“no” you say, nonchalantly, however, “you’re the first one i think” if only he knew how loud your heart was beating right now. or how you were fighting all the urge to kiss him at that moment.

“well i should say it more often then” he says, then going back to taking a spoonful of his food like he didn’t just uttered words that would keep you awake at night.

김동현 — KIM DONGHYUN

quality time

no matter how busy you both can be, leehan will find a way to be beside you. knocking on your door on a random thursday finding you slumped over your textbooks.

he would promptly drag you out of your room ignoring your groans and complaints. grabbing your jacket out of your closet and draping it over your figure.

“i need to study, hannie”

“you need a quick break, babe” he would say softly before sliding in your shoes and tying the shoelaces.

20 minutes later, you both ended up hand in hand savoring the ice cream under the sun by the park. leehan listening to you rambling about whatever has been going on with your life and smiling dumbly.

한동민 — HAN DONGMIN

physical touch

taesan didn’t notice it, but even if you two are together silence would usually seep in between your small talks.

you both would just suddenly stop talking and ultimately you, yourself would end up sleeping sprawled on top of him while on the couch.

it was still sunny outside, but the open curtains and the breeze and maybe the feel of taesan holding you had lulled you.

his hands firmly on your waist, rubbing smooth circles, unaware you were already dozed off, far too engrossed into the article he picked up.

his hand subconsciously trails up to lay on your head, patting and carving his fingers through.

when he finds out you were fast asleep he’d attempt to carry you to the bedroom so you’d feel more comfortable. just for him to end up cuddling you closer.

“sleep well, baby”

이상혁 — LEE SANGHYEOK

gift giving

riwoo would get you gifts at any moment he deems commendable. if it weren’t for his whines to get you to open the gifts you reckon your living room can be filled with just the mailboxes he get shipped to your house.

would never let you buy anything with your money under his watch. he got to know the things you liked and if anything reminded him of you, he’d immediately buy it with just one look.

“it’s okay, baby, it looks cute on you” smiling at your pout, admiring the way the glasses perched adorably on your nose.

after you decide it wasn’t all that bad, he offered to buy you a few more pairs only to get turned down by a firm ‘no’.

he’d show up at your doorstep a week later, however, with two or maybe three boxes on his hands. ready for them to be tried on.

명재현 — MYUNG JAEHYUN

acts of service

your nature of always being a hard worker especially at school burdened not only you at times, but jaehyun as well. well, not entirely, but he felt that burden anyway.

he hated two things — seeing you hunched over papers and textbooks and second, your awfully heavy backpack that you just have to bring to school everyday.

jaehyun always wondered why you couldn’t have left some of the books at school or at home, but whenever he brought it up you’d just brush it off continuing to carry your bag all the way home.

he kept up with it for some time. until it annoyed him to lengths and he’d end up holding the bag for you anyway. even if you had tried to reach back for it with a few curses and a hit on his arm.

“you shouldn’t carry this much, your back will hurt” he mumbles, looking away. “let me carry them for you, i’m stronger anyway”

김운학 — KIM WOONHAK

physical touch

you were never keen of too much touching. there were definitely a lot of other ways to show your affection towards someone and you felt that excessive skinship was not your personal favorite.

that was until you met woonhak. even before dating he was already clingy, not as close as he is now but clingy enough.

he needs to be holding you some way, feeling like something’s out of place if he didn’t. and it grew on you. whenever you both were out or just conveniently together, his elbows would be touching yours or your hands would be intertwined.

woonhak loved late study nights, but not for the obvious reasons. he loves when you both would take the bus ride back home and you’d fall asleep on his shoulder. it was one if the moments where he realizes you felt completely safe with him and he can’t help but adore you much more.

he loves the way you would slowly blink your eyes open confusedly when he softly wakes you up as the bus arrives at your stop and how, for a change, you’d get clingy instead of him.

[dark-and-kawaii]

♡ Passion ♡

[pinkgic]

BOT RELEASE

hearts get broken — art donaldson

art and you had something when you were in stanford. you could've been perfect for each other. both lovely and golden. you made sense. but he couldn't take his mind out of tashi, too in love and sparkly-eyed, and eventually he left you for her. chose her. you weren’t enough to drown out the noise of tashi in his mind.

he built his life around her after that—became hers to build and destroy, following her around like a puppy, saying “yes” to everything she wanted. but what happens when tashi leaves him alone when he needs emotional support?

[androiide]

⁎ 𝖼𝗒𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾 (*˘ω˘)旦~~ 📀🎧

⑇ 🌐 𝅘𝅥𝅮♪᭕ (* ᴗ ᴗ)⁾⁾ 🈯 ✶

[rosabie]

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[furchu]

haunted ノ spirit!spirit mogami

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 7.2k ノ fem reader — smut / nsfw / somnophilia / phasmophilia / mogami takes an interest in you as you sleep . ectoplasm

You toss and turn in your sleep, the familiar weight of a heavy blanket cocooning you. The soft hum of the night surrounds you, and the world outside feels far away. Unbeknownst to you, a presence lingers in your room—one that shouldn’t exist.

As the shadows deepen, you feel a sudden chill in the air, almost as if the atmosphere has shifted. You roll over, brushing your hair from your face, and sink deeper into the comforting embrace of your dreams. It’s then that you feel it—a warmth spreading across your body, soothing and electrifying all at once.

Keiji Mogami, a vengeful spirit trapped between worlds, hovers above you, drawn to your vulnerability. He gazes at you, the flickering memories of his past life flooding his mind. The ache of his mother’s suffering fuels his anger, yet your peaceful presence ignites something else within him—a longing he thought lost.

In your sleep, you sense a figure drawing closer, though your subconscious mind simply welcomes the comfort. Mogami leans down, brushing his ethereal fingers against your skin. A gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine. You stir but don’t wake, lost in dreams that swirl like smoke around you.

As he draws nearer, he takes in every detail of your sleeping form. Your soft breaths and delicate features entice him, and he knows he must have you, even if only for this fleeting moment.

With a rush of desire, he slips into the warm space beside you, his spirit blending seamlessly with yours. Mogami's touch becomes a seductive dance—an otherworldly intimacy as he envelops you in his essence. His lips find yours, and the kiss is unlike anything you’ve ever known. It’s soft yet charged, filled with a desperate yearning that transcends the mortal coil.

You respond instinctively, your body arching towards him as if your very soul recognizes his. Mogami's hands explore your form, fingers trailing down your sides, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He feels the heat radiating from your skin, and his breath hitches as he relishes the contact. His fingertips glide over your waist, teasingly brushing against your soft curves, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

“Mmm,” you sigh, lost in the dreamlike haze. Mogami feels a surge of satisfaction at your reaction, your body yearning for him even in your sleep. He draws you closer, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, the cold pads of his fingers rubbing into your hardened nipples.

As he continues toying with your body, he leans in closer, kissing along your neck with feather-light touches. You gasp softly, the sensation intensifying with each caress. “I want you,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you, stirring a deep need that leaves you clenching around nothing.

His hands glide lower, fingers hooking your panties, teasingly pulling them to the side to expose your twitching clit to the cool air. He captures your lips again, his kiss deepening, tasting the sweetness of your mouth as you respond with equal fervor. You’re lost in a haze of lust, a feverish desire overwhelming your senses.

He spreads you open, leaving a trail of ectoplasm in between your plush thighs before pushing them past your folds. He groans softly, unable to resist the temptation as he leans down, enveloping one of your nipples in his warm, ethereal mouth. The sensation sends electric shocks through your body, and you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“More,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper as you writhe beneath him, desperate for more. He eagerly obliges, shifting his attention between your tits, lavishing them with attention, each flick of his tongue sending shivers coursing through you.

With his hands slowly fucking you open, he revels in your response. He can feel your walls clench around his two, cold fingers, eagerly sucking them deeper. With an intoxicating scent that pulls him deeper into a primal desire. He trails kisses down your stomach, his breath hot against your skin as he moves lower, each kiss igniting your senses like fire.

“Please,” you breathe, your body yearning for more. Mogami can sense your desperation, and it only fuels his lust further. He wants to consume you, body and soul.

“So responsive,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a possessive hunger. With a practiced motion, he dives in, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit, and you arch your back, a cry escaping your lips. The world fades away as pleasure washes over you, the only thing that matters is the way he works you, his movements sinfully perfect.

You feel the tension building within you, your body thrumming with a need that seems to swell and swell until you think you might explode. “Mogami… I’m so close,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in the sheets, desperately trying to hold onto the remnants of your sanity.

He quickens his pace, swirling and sucking with relentless determination, his mouth a delightful torture that drives you to the edge. Just as you feel yourself teetering on the brink, he pulls away, his eyes dark with lust and longing.

“Not yet,” he whispers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I want you to feel everything.”

He positions himself above you, the heat radiating from his form melding with yours as he captures your lips in another searing kiss. You can feel the weight of his desire pressing against you, and the anticipation makes your heart race.

With a fluid motion, he thrusts into you, and a moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely. The sensation is overwhelming. It feels as if he’s claiming you, body and soul, and you melt into him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Mogami moves with a primal intensity, his thrusts powerful and desperate. Each movement sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, building to a crescendo that has you gasping for breath. Your body responds instinctively, arching against him, urging him to go deeper, to take you harder.

“You’re mine,” he growls, each wet thrust punctuated by his possessive claim. “Always mine.”

Your heart races as you feel the edge of ecstasy drawing closer, every thrust igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole. The world around you blurs, and all you can focus on is him—the way his spirit molds his cock to perfectly fit, filling you completely, his constant leaking ectoplasm leaving that much more of a mess in your sheets.

With a final, powerful thrust, you both teeter over the edge together, a wave of pleasure crashing down around you as you cry out his name. In that moment, nothing else matters—only the raw connection between you, two souls entwined in an otherworldly embrace.

As you both come down from the high, Mogami lingers, his essence spilling into you. The warm, sticky residue coats you, his ectoplasm marking you as his, an indelible reminder of their night together.

When you awaken slowly, stretching your limbs beneath the covers, you feel a lingering warmth enveloping you. As your eyes flutter open, you’re met with the remnants of the night—the sticky essence left behind, a mark of his love and longing.

You glance around the room, heart racing, searching for any sign of him. There’s nothing but the fading glow of his presence and the warmth of his touch still echoing on your skin.

[usyrps]

some notes on aegon's ( physical ) appearance 🤭

i really enjoy the notion that he takes after alicent, visually, and i emphasize that over the novel's insistence that he resembles viserys. he has the slope of her nose and her pouty lips, as well as her hair texture. ( thick, soft, and curly. no straightening that. if it's humid outside, it's over for him. )

on the topic of hair: it's silver in colour. he keeps it short, above the shoulder. think episodes 8-9 of season one; combed back, tucked behind the ear, the occasional loose curl draping over his face. it's naturally long but he took scissors to it during his teenage years and he's never let it grow out again. if you'd ask him, he'd say it's for the sake of practicality but it's actually his distaste for being compared to his father.

violet eyes with specks of pink and gold, like the picture of dawn which he shares with sunfyre. often red-rimmed and sullen with wine-induced weariness, though.

he does have some defined muscle but he's not overly toned as he doesn't engage in training too often. naturally lean but softer around his belly and thighs. ( due to a combination of consistent drinking & sprawling about. )

in terms of height, he's around 5'8 - 5'9. doesn't care too much about it but it does annoy him that aemond's taller now.

he has a proud way about him ; his mannerisms skew toward poise with a habitual edge of coy, playful bemusement and a sense of superiority, which ironically conflicts with his many insecurities. he can shift between languid movements to very theatric actions in the span of a second, as he's prone to emotional outbursts when distressed.

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[newdestination]

[Starter for @fracturedmemoria ;; Clan Meeting]

I've been working - - —–...

Grass shifts and sings in the late spring breeze, the pokeballs at his side devoid of any of his partners save for Mojumbo. They're all out and about, helping in their own ways— Goriky dutifully marching behind him with her arms full of supplies, Jibacoil and Glion watching overhead in tangled loops and twists.

...All the livelong day...

Nobori carries the tune under his breath as he divests himself of the materials he'd brought with him, settled into a neat pile with a sigh of relief. The worn stone beneath his feet crackles with dead grass and dirt— That'll have to be one of the first few things he takes care of.

"Can't you hear the whistle blowing..."

He steps over a thick slab of broken stone to thumb through the dirt layered on an old worn dias at the center of the clearing, quietly contemplative. This area clearly hadn't been used in a very, very long time— Garana seemed nervous to even be asking this of him before their arrival, beneath those steely nerves of hers. Perhaps he would have been too had he any context to have built upon, standing here beneath the eye of Sinnoh.

He's fairly certain she didn't want him here, for that matter— he hadn't even been entirely sure what this is going to be for until Tsubaki came around the day after, practically kicking down the metaphorical door about his 'duties to the meeting of the clans' and somesuch. There's certainly enough context clues to go off of from there— even he has noticed the Galaxy team's gradual encroachment on the edges of the clans, how tense the other wardens seem to be getting over the whole matter.

In some ways the introduction of another outsider group has been good for him, as much as he'd hesitate to truly voice such a thing. Brought closer into the fold in defense against a greater perceived threat, less other than the other, just enough to skirt by. Nobori has by technicality been one of them since his very first memory, but this is quite possibly the first time he's felt that was true.

Well. It's nice to be needed, either way.

Now, how is he going to clean off the tops of the arches? Maybe if he rode on Jibacoil...

Right. Best take care of that first, then. It wouldn't do to clean the floor just to dirty it all over again knocking all of the dust down.

"Would you be amenable to lending your assistance?" The returning trill of beeps and screeches is answer enough to his ears— Jibacoil drifts back down from the trees arching overhead to meet him on the floor. It's not the most comfortable perch, but between the signal rod between his legs and the bolts on either side of him Nobori feels well and secure enough. He pulls the woven bag to his front to sift through its contents as they slowly begin to rise, cloth in hand. Nothing to it, then!

"—rise up so early in the morn'..."

[littlemochabunni]

1-800-TROUBLE

Serial Killer!Suguru Geto x Bimbo!Fem reader

Content: 18+ MDNI!!! Serial killer Geto, Bimbo bunny girl reader, fuckboy victims, blood and homicide mention, implied roofing, knife play, deepthroat, degrading (slut, whore) + praise kink (princess, baby sweetheart, love), daddy kink, Multiple O’s, & Creampie

A/N: Ahhh sorry for the delay my sweet freaks, but I did it and I must say holy shit I’m nasty 💀; AND UM HELLO?? THANK YOU FOR 1.1K?!?!? I seriously cannot find the words to describe how happy and grateful I am for each and every one of you <3. I love you and enjoooy 🖤

wc: 3.7k

 On your way home from a party you take a few wrong turns, and when you try to call your…. Overprotective boyfriend your phone dies before you get the chance to tell him the cross streets, you’re at. With it being late on Halloween night, most of the house porch lights are off your feet continue to carry you down this foreign neighborhood until you hope to see someone could help you. Tears begin to sting your eyes with each street corner you turn, and the nip fall air strips you of any warmth from your cropped puffer jacket Suguru made you wear before you left. You definitely wish you listened when he warned you repeatedly to charge your phone too… 

Police sirens are blaring in the far distance from where you originally started which means only one thing… “One of the officers can take me home!”  Right… 

Trying to follow the sounds to guide you out of the maze of houses you’re lost in. You find a group of men sitting in an open garage, drinking with the tv on in the background. Although you know Suguru told you not to talk to strangers especially when they’re drunk, what other people were around that could possibly help you?

“Excuse me? Hi, I’m like super lost…Can I borrow your phone or a charger please?” Every one of their eyes grazes over your body before meeting your eyes, and of course the man that looks spot on for a Chad speaks up first, “Ooo a sweet bunny girl like you all alone? Need me to come warm you up?” You glance around the garage spotting the space heater near the couch he’s sitting on and a bright smile appears on your face. “It would be nice to get out of the cold while I charge my phone!” You happily skipping inside the garage to sit near the heater and immediately feel so much better now that you're off your feet… Little did you know that with this little interaction…. you won’t be back on your feet anytime soon. 

All eyes are on you and you're like an innocent hare unaware of the foxes preying in the tall grass. 

“So, you gotta a name sweetheart?” Asked the store-brand version of Derek Shepherd. “Uhh I’m a bunny, duhh?” The men all blink at you before bursting out in a fit of laughter. You don’t understand how that was hilarious, but you’ll take it as a compliment. “Funny and cute… But seriously what’s your real name?” 

  Hearing that emergency number Suguru always tells you to remember if you're lost coming from the braking news announcement about some house party incident. You focus on the tv and ignore Chad’s questions, “Hey can you turn the tv up? I think I know that number.” The extra quiet man, who remains you of your friend's creepy uncle Lester, turns up the tv and it retells the gruesome murders of the house party that just occurred half an hour ago…. 

“The next image we show may disturb some viewers…” 

Grumbles and tsk scatter among the men around you as they get a glance at the gruesome writings on the wall. You squint your eyes as you notice a similar stamp Suguru uses when he writes you love letters…. Your stomach drops at the thought of someone else using that beautiful stamp for something so… horrifying. 

“This message along with a description of the women and the phone number were left at the scene of the crime…” The woman proceeded to describe you from the hair on your head to the holographic boots you’re wearing. The men in the garage are too drunk to realize that you’re exactly what the killer wants, “Please if anyone has any information regarding this woman… please call: 1 (800) 876-8253… That’s 1-800-……TROUBLE… Again, that number is 1-800-876-8253…” 

You begin to feel guilty about making Suguru so worried about you that he had to go to the local news to find out where you were. Tears fill your eyes as you quickly try to turn on your phone only to realize that you forgot to plug it in, “Sorry um… I really need to call that number. Can I use one of your phones please?” Chad looks towards you smirking smugly, “Oh sweetness, I’ll let you use my phone only if you put your number in it too.” Your teary eyes brighten as your request is going to be made possible, “Oh thank you soo much.”  

Chad hands you his unlocked phone and you begin dialing the number with a bright smile on your face as it rings, “I hope he answers... I know he's so worried.” You don’t notice how Chad’s smirk fades nor the other two men grumbling about how long it’s been since either of them have gotten laid... As you mention a ‘he’ Chad scoffs as soon as the phone is answered, “You got some fucking nerve to be using my phone to talk to another dude… you fuckin’ tease.” You pout as Chad lets his blue balls speak for him and off brand Derek Shepherd snorts as he turns the tv off, watching every unfold between the two of you, “Hold on kay’? You don’t have to be so mean...” You hear heavy breathing on the other side of the phone which pulls your attention back towards your initial plan, “Um Hello? I’m the woman that the lady was talking about on TV? Daddy told me to call this number if I got lost? H-Hello?” A familiar growl is heard before a distorted voice rings through your ear, “Where are you.” The rough demanding voice sends tingles down your spine and your frown quickly turns into a smile of relief that you’ll be able to get home safely. “Uhh let me ask them real quick,” You look between store-brand Derek and Chad like you’re so close to winning the lottery, “Uh what’s the address?” Derek gives you uneasy smile before looking away and Chad holds his hand out asking for his phone back, assuming you thought he’s going to tell the person the address for you. “Oh, he’s gonna tell you for me, here ya go!” As you pass the phone back to Chad, and he gets up and walks into the house... 

“Ay don’t bother coming to get the girl or calling this number back. She’s gonna be too busy taking my dick.” Chad says boastfully, “The only dick she’s takes is mine.” The distorted voice says darkly. “Ha not tonight big guy. You can have her back in the morning.” Chad says before ending the conversation… 

A few minutes of awkward silence goes by before creepy uncle Lester gets up to shut the garage. Chad comes back to the garage with two beers in hand before handing one over to you and sits back in his spot of the couch, “So did he tell you his way here?” Chad takes a swig of his beer as he glances between Derek and Lester, then gives you tight smiles and nods. “Yeah yeah… might take him a while, so you should get comfortable sweetheart.”  With the good news you smile brightly and tap your nails against the glass bottle softly, “You know we never got you name little bunny?” Lester speaks to you for the first time, but his eyes don’t meet yours. He’s too busy undressing what little clothes you had on. “Well neither did you silly! I mean it is Halloween. Do names really matter?” Lester tsk at your response and mutters whatever under his breath as he struggles to open another beer in his drunken state. “Aren’t you gonna drink? Don’t need you wasting our beer and our time.” Chad chimes in with his half full beer in hand, although his words are bitter his tone is sickeningly sweet as if he was speaking to a child. 

“Oh! Actually, I don’t drink beer it’s like super gross. You got like a soda or somethin’?” You chuckle as you place the beer on the table. An uncomfortable feeling sets in as the men stare at you. They all exchange looks between each other, but a late night.... An extremely late-night trick or treater knocks at the door before anyone can act or say anything... Derek is the one to get up to answer the door, “Who and the hell let’s their kids out this late...” he grumbles as he walks into the house.  Lester grabs your open beer off the table, but Chad warns him not to, “Now now... You shouldn’t drink the lady’s drink. Have some respect dude.” Lester waves him off, but grungily puts your drink back down on the table. “Sooo is that a no to having any soda?” Both men ignore your question and Lester turns the TV back on. 

A few minutes go by since Derek went to go answer the door, and just as Chad gets ready to go check the situation, his phone begins to ring with the caller ID being Derek himself, “Dude where the hell did you go?”  

“Sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn’t help much.” the distorted voice rings through his ear and chills ran down his spine, and he doesn’t react too kindly to this prank, “Who the hell is this?” Chad spits venomously into the phone. “Why don't you come find out, filthy monkey.” The call ends before he can respond, and Chad being himself isn’t the type to pussy out to any threat... Yet something in the back of his mind is telling him not to go... “Bro let’s go see what’s going on...” Chad taps Lester leg to as he dozes off, “What? Why the hell do I have to go?!” Lester protest, “Don’t be a pussy and get up.” You perk up as they both get up to head inside the house, “Ooo can you get me a soda too!” Lester is the first to head inside the house, and just before Chad follows suit, he turns on his heels towards you with an irritated look, “You’re cute, but dumb as rocks y’know that sweetheart?” You pout and he leaves you in the garage alone.  

Ten minutes go by, and a lot of banging and muffled voices are heard from inside the house, but Suguru always tells you not to go digging your nose into other people's business. So, you reach over to grab your phone... which is still dead because the charge itself wasn’t plugged in, “Goddamn it! Guru is definitely pass pissed off by now...” You bend over the back of the couch to plug the charger into the wall. 

“Your incompetence never fails you does it Princess?” Suguru’s voice startles you, but his appearance is something straight out of a horror movie alone, “Aww Guru, you scared me! Aww, and you did dress up for Halloween after all! I wish you came to the costume party.” As you ramble on and on, Suguru gives you that same smile he always gives you when you’re so oblivious to the dangerous things around you. He sauntered towards you, luring you deeper into a false sense of security.  Not that you would notice any of the rage he was feeling… No, he made sure that you would feel just how angry he was when you’re his good little mindless cock—

“Y/N.” he utters as you continue on about how you wondered about and met the men, he had the pleasure of coming across himself. You’re lost in your own world which isn’t helping you out of the punishment of Suguru’s wrath… only makes it harder and harder for him to fight the need to carve his name into your skin. 

“My poor poor little slut. You have no clue how much trouble you are, do you?” You gasp as he grips your hair at the base of your skull, forcing you to strain your neck to look into his darkened eyes, “I-I ‘m sorry you had to go to the news to find me, Guru… I won’t be so... S-so careless next time…” Suguru chuckled humorlessly at your words and his grip tightened causing you to whimper. “It's always next time with you… Next time I tell you to do something you fucking do it. Do you understand that you brainless brat?” You nod slightly which only angers him further, Suguru press the very same blade that took the lives of the people from the party and those disgusting pricks in the next room, “Use your fucking words or I’ll cut that pretty little voice box of yours from your throat.” Tears well up in your eyes as you swallow the fear in your chest, “Y-yes daddy.”  you mutter timidly. Suguru’s grip loosens slightly, and he gives you a sadistic smile, “That’s my good girl, now stay very still...” He slowly glides the blade down from your throat to the harness of your costume, you keep your eyes on his as he swiftly cuts the leather fabric like it’s nothing. “You have no idea how many people I’ve killed just for looking at you Princess… How many times have I told you to stay out of trouble, hm?” You look around as you think about each time Suguru has told you and you begin to count each moment on your finger, and he laughs mockingly when you do so. “It’s a rhetorical question, dumb bunny.” You pout confused at his statement. “Soooo was I supposed to repeat the question?” He presses the blade against your cheek with light pressure and he smiles as you stiffen at the sensation, “Let me do all the thinking for you,” Suguru unbuckles his belt with his free hand, he pulls out his throbbing cock from its restraints and you gasp softly at the sight of his cock stands a few inches above your lips, “Open your mouth princess.” without hesitation you open your mouth, relaxing your jaw as he slide his cock down your throat with easy. Pushing your face closer to his pelvis “That’s it princess, just relax don’t think.”   

Your eyes roll back as you choke with his thick cock down your throat. You squeeze your thighs together, attempting to gain some sort of friction. Suguru groans out feeling you gag on his cock; he smirks as he glides the blade down the laces holding your corset together cutting away the fabric slowly, causing you to flinch. 

You gasp at the stinging sensation when the blade deeper against your skin, “Now did I tell you to move princess?” Suguru scold you as he pulls you off his cock, “I-I’m sorry daddy I just really like this outfit...” He mentally rolls his eyes while caressing your cheek and smiling at you, “Don’t worry about that love. We can always replace materialistic things, but we can’t replace you, so stay still like a good girl.” He brushes he cock against your lips, and you gleefully take his cock down your throat once more. 

Gaging and moaning at the feeling, he curses under his breath while gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail pushing his cock deeper down your throat, “Fuuuck baby— such a good little slut. My good little slut, yeah?” He cuts you free of the suffocating corset letting your breasts breathe freely, your eyes water while you look up at him. 

 That was just what sent him over the edge of holding back, Suguru sets the blade on the couch and grips the back of your head to pull back slightly leaving the tip his cock resting on your tongue, “Take a deep breath f’me sweetheart, time I fuck your throat properly.” Before you could even take in a complete exhale, Suguru shove his cock back down your throat, fucking it relentlessly without any mercy in sight the sounds of his loud groans fill your ears, “Sh-Shit— y-you fucking attention needing slut. You love pissing me off, don’t you? Showing your ass to all those filthy fuckin’ monkeys.” His harsh words leave a pool of excitement dripping down your thighs and the lack of oxygen you dig your nails into his thighs, desperately needing his cock to fill your cunt.  

Suguru grunts as you do so and roughly pulls out of your throat, and a long web connects your swollen lips to his tip. You cough roughly whilst finally taking in a deep inhale, “Daddy please? Please fuck me! Can’t wait anymore please? Ple—” Suguru grabs you by the neck pulling you up to your feet, and your bodysuit falls to the floor. He growls into your ear, and more tears fill your eyes as you squeeze your thighs together tightly, “You’re already crying, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Suguru chuckles darkly while caressing your wet cheek, “If you’re this much of a mess just from sucking my cock, I can’t wait to ruin your cunt.” You let out a choked moan as his grip slightly tightens around your throat, “P-Please?” Begging him to ruin you just how he wants... With those wet red eyes, tears-stained cheeks, swollen lips... 

 Suguru’s grip tightens as he pulls you closer to whisper in your ear, “Bend over now.” He releases his grip and picks up the blade once more. You step out the bodysuit completely, placing your knees on the couch with your ass in the air then lowering your upper body down to rest on your forearms. “All soaked just from sucking me off? Or did those monkeys get my slut excited, huh?” Suguru glides the blunt side of the blade against your thigh and hip while spreading your slick slowly with his fingers. Shuddering at his touch and the blade against your skin, “O-Only you daddy! Can only get this wet from your tou— mmn!” You whimper softly as the tips of his fingers tease your clit, deepening the arch in your and his cock twitches at the sight. “Such an eager little bunny aren’t you sweetheart?” Suguru places his knee on the couch behind you while keeping the other on the floor. 

 He taunts your cunt with his tip making you wiggle and moan, “Keep. Still.” His icy voice kept you still as a statue and from making another sound all together. You’d forgotten about the blade against your skin all together, too excited for his cock being deep in your guts…. He’s still pissed off and he’s not letting you off that easily… 

 Without warning he bottoms you out, pushing every atom of oxygen from your lungs, “You really thought I’m gonna fuck you because you deserve a treat? Oh no princess.. I’m taking away your privilege of being able to walk freely without every step remaining you that you.. belong… to me..” Suguru bullies your cervix with a few more deep thrusts before pulling out, giving just a few seconds to fill your lungs with air again and he slips back into your cunt while gripping you hair to keep you from running away. “Su-Su!— D-Daddy! Wa— fuuuck!” His cock keeps your brain from calling out any mercy you think he’ll have on you, without realizing you cum around his cock and only broken words and screams can be heard. Suguru pulls you up from the couch and bites on your neck harshly, marking you in the most mundane way he can. Fighting his sadistic needs, “Don’t try to talk your way out of this now Princess. Remember you begged for this, so take it.” He growls in your ear while dancing the blade up from your hip to your navel. Fear and pleasure overwhelms your senses as he continues to fuck you like he absolutely despises you, and taunts you with the sharp object against your skin. “D-Daddy pleeease! Ah a— ‘m sorry!” You cry out while panting heavily and drool begins falling from your lips, yet Suguru ignores your pleas and opts for you muffled screams instead. “Bite.” He brings the handle of the blade to your lips and without question you bite on the handle, muffling your sounds. Suguru stops his movements all together leaving you to throb around his twitching cock buried inside of you, “So you listen when you want to and not when you need to, is that right y/n? Or is it because I fucked the remaining brain cells you have outta ya, you can’t complain now?” Hearing him say your name your rolled back eyes start to focus, and your breathing becomes heavier as he only speaks your name when you’re in the type of trouble where no one and nothing could save you from him… 

“Oh don’t worry precious. I’m not gonna hurt you… You’re gonna feel real good. I can promise you that, but you don’t get to stop cumming on my cock until I say you’ve learned your lesson.” Suguru takes his free hand and grabs both your wrist, placing them behind your back, giving your neck a kiss before thrusting inside your cunt at an animalistic speed. Your mind short circuits causing your eyes to roll back and muffled screams to leave your lips, “S-Shit you like when I fuck you like this, don’t you? You love being my little brainless whore.” Suguru’s words are confirmed when you scream as your second orgasm hits you harder than the last, and your body trembles uncontrollably.  Suguru groans as you tighten and cream around his cock, leading him to chase his high and he tightens his grip on your neck, pulling your body back against his like you’re his personal fuck toy. “Be a good doll and milk my cock, yeah? I just might forgive you for the trouble you caused.”  

In your fucked out state, you do as you’re told and bounce back on Suguru cock, trying to match his pace. “That’s it princess. That’s it— Fuuck~” Suguru shoots his load deep inside your cunt, triggering another orgasm of your own. Drool runs down your chin as you tremble and moan out, Suguru groans in your ear and takes the blade from your lips to kiss you passionately. “D-Do you f-forgive me daddy?” You croak out as you look at him with heavy eyes. His raven hair brushes against your cheek as he whispers, “Oh.. Oh princess….. Not even a little.” 

A/N: Somewhere along the way during my….. research I ended listening to Badjhur annnnd I haven’t been the same since.. But anyways! Thank you so much for reading!!! 🖤

tags: @fuyuaika @ykimobessed @smolbeanzzz @bontensbabygirl @euvwia @etherealmaya @macsimagines @hoshigray @biscuitsngravie @tojisbutterfly @bunz-lover also!!! If you don’t see your tag it’s because tumblr wouldn’t let me 😭😭 I promise I haven’t forgotten about you 🥺🖤

[twisted-legacies]

(credit to @stupidneko for the drawing-I truly appreciate you and letting me commission you for my crazy ideas!)

Happy Birthday to the oldest surviving Overblot victim in my TWST AU and Local Expert on Blot Quentin Nighty-Sallow!

You can come say hi if you'd like!

I will be answering questions about Quentin Today!

[dark-and-kawaii]

♡ A Dance ♡

[lilitophidian]

@radiomurdeer ;

⛧ Continued from here 《

BUT OF COURSE!

Maiden was a really perplexing character. She was throwing items to see if they would stay, having a true gum on your shoe moment as she played the merry-go-round loop for eternity.

Give or take, he was undoubtedly unusual in terms of logistics! Lacking genuineness, but if you looked at it in the correct way, it obviously gave her presence. Because of her reputation, no one knew what she meant, even when she meant it. She would rake her teeth along the region with care, but she would not break the tissue again.

" Oh, the inquiries never stop. I understand desiring answers from higher forces, but can't we just live in the moment? "

Much talk for one who lives in the past. Perhaps she was having a horrible day. Normally, it indicated a n t a g o n i s m, so this was really a change of pace.

Despite his returning clasp, she released his slender form and dragged her fingers to the edge of his pants. It would gently work its way upwards, undoing any nicely tucked shirt. When she came across such a scarred surface, she would scrape her digits into his spine and drag upwards until she came across the symbol she had left on him years before, tracing such a region.

" I am assuming you merely say that because you want something in return. Alastor, you are always such a spoiled brat. Aren't you? I must SAY...I am not complaining in the slightest. And you really should eat more. You are withering away, my beloved Stag. "

Anyone with a semblance of intellect would recognize that she was clearly flirting with him and not in a false pretense.

[eternalspiderlily]

OOC: What if ✨Idrilla✨? Just add Idrilla to the fun because I have so many ✨ideas ✨ What if part Borisin Blade? CW: Violence, Slavery mention, Death Mention

Yingxing never wanted to be a long life species in general. He was at peace with death, and the other is an awful fate. But to be turned into his mortal enemy that took over his home world and enslaved his people?

When he gets mara stricken he starts adding more borisin like traits, like fangs, the toxins, claws, slight fur, etc. He has become the one thing he despised the most, and he can't die. He's similar to the borisin that slaughtered so many and enslaved so many

He hates himself and it hurts like hell. His muscles and everything trying everything to turn him to a borisin but his biology refusing. He's always in pain. No one can save him

Just ✨angst ✨