#🕰(stranger thing stories)

[hoosurdaddy]

18+

Sugar mommy!robin with a breeding

Tears streaked your cheek as your upper body was laying on the sheets, while your lower body was being gripped and bruised as Robin nails dug into your skin. “Shit, shit, shit” you whimpered as your hands gripped the pillows infront of you as Robin pounded you with her fake cock. “I can’t, mommy.”You whimpered. “You can and you will. You’re okay, bub.” Robin sighed as her cock rubbed against that spot that made your head silly:

Your back arched as you lightly thrusted yourself back to meet her thrusts. You suddenly found yourself crying and whimpering as Robin worked you through your second orgasm. Your cum tainted her cock, making Robin smirk. “Did you just cum baby?” Tired and in a haze of pleasure, you whimpered in reply.

Robin smirked as you shifted in his grip as he continued to fuck you like her personal fleshlight. “Cry all you want you dirty slut. Beg for mommy’s cum.” She laughed as she gave your ass a hard smack.

“Please, mommy. Please I want your cock so bad!" You babbled, as Robin barely pulled out before moving herself back in. You were feral, you wanted nothing more than Robin fucking you till you were raw. But Robin, she wanted to leave bruises, marks. You were her baby. Even as you buckled your hips back, it wasn’t enough for her.

Robin looked at your cunt as she continued to fuck you deeper and deeper, until you came again. This time Robin stopped, Watching the cum that surrounded her fake cock before thrusting again. “I’ll make you a mommy, that’s a promise.”

[haologram]

beautiful monsters | y.jh & j.ww (masterlist)

╰ ✧ to be loved is to be known, to be loved is to be changed. everyone is worthy, as they are selfish. we can fight our demons, or we can become beautiful monsters.

╰ ✧ general warning(s): MINORS DNI. incredibly slow burn. fluff, angst, possible suggestive themes/smut. darker/heavy themes. warnings for individual fics vary, please read them accordingly before proceeding. more disclaimers at the end of post.

╰ ✧ posting period: june 2024 - august 2024.

╰ ✧ join taglist: here!

a twist in time - yoon jeonghan.

🕰 synopsis: to be loved is to be changed. we can never go back and change our actions, just like we can never go back and see the repercussions before they happen. maybe that's all we need: a second chance to make things right.

🕰 pairing(s): human!yoon jeonghan x chronomancer!reader. || side: human!choi seungcheol x chronomancer!roh jisun. || other: ot13!svt [humans] ; ot9!fromis_9 [chronomancers] ; seo jisoo (lovelyz) [chronomancer]

🕰 genre: strangers to ??? | a second chance au | angst...

🕰 teaser! | teaser! | read here! |

damned if you do... - jeon wonwoo.

🕯 synopsis: to be loved is to be known. cameras flashing, eyes watching your every move - hoping for a mistake, a slip of the tongue, something to pit everyone against you. who is everyone, and what do they know?

🕯 pairing(s): oblivionist!jeon wonwoo x actress!reader || side: actor!joshua hong x actress!reader. || other: ot13!svt [actors] ; ot9!fromis_9 [actresses/oblivionists] ; lee mijoo [oblivionist]

🕯 genre: strangers to ??? | breakup au | angst...

🕯 teaser! | teaser! | read here!

additional disclaimers: (a) side pairings are used solely for plot purposes, i do not personally ship idols. (b) these stories are not interconnected. they are set in semi-different universes, therefore each member will be present in each fic, without any interference to the plot for member x reader. (c) these are not exactly how they appeared in the mv for '어젯밤'. source: just trust me, bro. (d) a chronomancer is a wizard that deals with time. an oblivionist is a wizard that deals with the erasure or suppression of memories. (e) posting period is subject to change.

haologram © 2024 || no translations, reposting or modifications are allowed. do not claim as your own. viewer discretion is advised. your media consumption is your responsibility.

[silverseaming]

character ask game 💌

because i have story brainrot and i'm sure you do too! a couple of these are more aimed at historical storytellers because that's what i'm interested in, but of course this game is open to all <3

historical

🗽- do you think your character's story would fit into any other time period? if so, which?

🕯 - does your character conform to the expectations of someone like them during their time period?

🕰 - what made you pick your character's career? how was it influenced by the time period they live in?

🏛 - what would be most different about your character if they lived in modern times?

⚖ - what's a historical trope you're leaning into with this character?

🎻 - what's a historical trope you're leaning away from with this character?

(thank you @auspexsims for some of these 🥰)

relationships

👪 - does your character have a good relationship with their family?

👰 - what are your character's views on marriage?

💏 - what are your character's views on relationships?

💗 - which relationship in your character's life is the healthiest?

💔 - which relationship in your character's life is the most unhealthy?

👩🏼‍🤝‍🧑🏾 - does your character have many close friends? do they make friends easily?

personal

🎭 - what are your character's morals?

🗡- what would it take for your character to go completely against their morals?

🌑 - what does your character think is their biggest flaw?

⚡ - what is actually your character's biggest flaw?

🧨 - what is your character like when they're at their worst?

☀ - what makes your character the happiest?

👀 - what is the first thing strangers would notice about your character?

📈 - what is your character's biggest motivator?

other

🖼 - create a moodboard that represents your character

🃏 - wildcard! whoever sent you this gives you free rein to answer whichever prompt you want

[antiquatedplumbobs]

🌑 for hattie, 🕰 and 👀 for will <3

okay loving these thank u thank u (also i see you sneaking hattie in)

🌑 - what does your character think is their biggest flaw?

Hattie is still a bit new to this story so this is a fun moment to get to dive into her a bit more! I think she would consider he biggest flaw to be her lack of education. She grew up in a very backwoods area in pretty extreme poverty with a whole jumble of siblings and has had very little education. For someone who has dreams and aspirations of bettering themselves and seeing more of the world, that's a sore spot.

🕰 - what made you pick your character's career? how was it influenced by the time period they live in?

I feel like asking this question just like implies you know I thought about this so hard. Will's future career was something I agonized over for a long time and went back and forth on a lot. He had multiple options which now that I've developed this one all feel SO odd to think about. I didn't want him to be a farmer, I couldn't do a second gen of that, but as many of you know realism is important to me! Will didn't get more than an eighth grade education, which wasn't uncommon at the top, but did realistically limit him from a lot of potential careers (especially careers that equate to sims careers, we need more blue color rep ea pls). As I was determining his career I was thinking about this period in time and what was a way that a man without much education could make his own way and have some opportunity for advancement. Mechanics, and specifically automobile, mechanics really stuck out to me as a great way to showcase the changing of the times but remain true to Will's experiences. And since it was a growing industry it seemed like it would be easier for a newcomer to make his way. I also wanted to showcase the shift from agrarian to industrial jobs that was rampant at this time.

👀 - what is the first thing stranger's would notice about your character?

Gosh this is hard!! I think a couple of things honestly, I think they would notice his height, in my mind he's over six feet and isn't a super lanky dude either, so he's got a presence. I think after that they'd notice his smile, he's such a sweet guy and honestly his in game smile is just very like inviting and sweet. Like it's a smile that says I am genuinely happy and I think in some ways that's rare? He's not dumb so I hesitate to use the words gentle giant, but in some ways I think he has some of those traits typified by that term so those are the two things people would notice.

Thank you so much for these very very fun asks I will always love my sewells and will take ANY chance to talk all your ears off about them.

[halestrom]

WIP Wednesday

Once again, ty @spurious

State of the WIPs

Right. Last week did not see alot of progress bc The Real World, but i love this weekly thing anyway.

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (64k)

Slowburn (29k)

John+Leather (4k)

Hold A Stranger (Nancy Sheppard introspective. I wrote this and post it so it doesn't count as a wip but I love it so I'm putting it here so I can answer questions about it)

This week's ✨WIP Wednesday theme✨ is:

Nobody Expects the Fanfic Inquisition!

(In other words, some ask box question prompts)

👥 Whose POV is the story in? (Why? How would it be different if it wasn't?)

✍️ What made you start writing it?

📓 Do you have a title in mind?

🧭 Has it changed from your original plan?

#️⃣ What's the most oddly specific AO3 tag you could use for this story?

❎ What's the first sentence of the story with a word that has the letter X in it?

🕰 What's the timeline of the story? (ie. pre-canon, post-canon, how long a period of time it stretches for, however you choose to interpret the question)

🃏 Wildcard: Answer the question you wish someone would ask you, or share a background detail, or a snippet or line!

[peach-thekid]

🎸 stranger things cravings 🎸

hello tumblr! currently in search of an active, OOC friendly rp partner to write some stranger things with! i'm a 23 yo girl in EST, but as long as you're 18+ i don't mind anything else!

currently hoping to write eddie against steve (gimme gimme gimme) OR someone's OC, which at that point can be m/f or m/m

also searching to write will against mike, or an OC. charas can be aged up, no worries there!

general notes

i write over discord and prefer a server so that we can share inspo, headcanons, and OOC chatter!

3rd person, past tense, semi to advanced lit, active daily (but no huge pressure on replies because OOC is just as fun) and NSFW friendly

i have little to no triggers, so throw your wildest ideas at me and we can see if it's a vibe

also open to exploring other ships and characters, p much down to hear anything you've got on your mind story-wise!

if interested, reach out over dm and we can exchange discords if we vibe!!!! see you in the upside down! 🕰

[stelliyue-cafe]

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꒰🕰꒱ [ 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 ] Until I Met You

꒰📦꒱ [ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ] There’s a story behind every poem. It’s only when The Doctor shows you a star cluster, you finally find the right words to end yours. (That’s a shitty way of putting it ngl XD)

꒰☕️꒱ [ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] 10th Doctor x Fem! Reader

꒰📔꒱ [ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] A little angst *shrug* // This hasn't been edited since I last posted it in 2020.

꒰🌟꒱ [ 𝐌𝐞𝐢’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ] A repost from an olddd blog. Plus, I've been reminded that I love 10.

She’d been travelling with the Doctor since his ninth regeneration. Back then, he had big ears, blue eyes and always wore a leather jacket. Now, he wore a pinstripe suit and a long trench coat. Eyes that once resembled the ocean now give off a dark chocolate hue. Don’t be fooled- when the sun shone on it from a certain angle, they would reveal their hidden beauty.

(Y/N) sat on a chair in the TARDIS library, writing in her journal. She knew that travelling with the Doctor wasn’t a lifetime thing, despite the fact that she wanted it to be. So between adventures, she’d write down her experiences and how she felt.

Groaning in frustration, she looked over the poem she was writing. The words she needed to end said poem were just not coming to her thoughts. Reading it from the top, she began to reminisce about the moments that were tied to each stanza.

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

Love; I always thought of it like a fairytale I could never reach- Until I met you.

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

An ensemble of screams and moans of injured people echoed throughout the streets. Figures of metal were shooting lasers at those who wouldn’t comply with their demands of “being upgraded”.

(Y/N) had gotten herself caught in the middle of this invasion as she was walking home from work. “On Christmas Eve?! Where’s your holiday spirit?” She muttered as she ran away from the chaos.

“You will be upgraded.” The figures repeated.

As she ran, she witnessed a woman, ahead of her in the distance, get shot down by one of the laser beams. (Y/N) let out a gasp as she felt herself running faster. Her mind was also in deep thought, trying to figure out the logic of the invasion.

“Ouch…” She muttered as she rubbed her shoulder, “Sorry about that!” (Y/N) said, now looking at the person she bumped into. He was an old man wearing a black suit and had grey hair that curled and stuck out in random places. The man had a companion, ‘Probably his granddaughter…’ She thought.

The old man looked at her in shock, as if he knew her. (Y/N) met his gaze, now seeing that his eyes were a blueish-green, having that same feeling. It was as if she knew him at some point in her life. His companion gave a soft nudge to wake him from his trance. “No, it’s quite… alright.”

(Y/N) nodded before she turned around to see if she could make sense of the situation. “What did they mean by upgraded…?” She muttered.

“Clara… this is…” She heard the only man start.

“Doctor, those are Cybermen… right?” His companion whispered.

(Y/N) tried to hear what the girl said, but her voice was too soft for her to catch anything. Suddenly, another man bumped into her.

“Blimey, I’m just a magnet for collisions today…” She said, rubbing her other arm. The new stranger grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and started to run away from the old man and his companion.

They managed about five steps before (Y/N) quickly tugged on the stranger’s hand and looked at him confused, “Who are you?” It was at that moment she could get a look at him. This man had nice blue eyes and big ears- how charming.

The stranger looked at her, “I’m The Doctor.”

Instead of understanding, she looked even more confused, “I’m sorry, Doctor who…?”

“Doctor!” The old man called out. The “Doctor” looked at the old man and his companion.

“Doctor, this one is special. Don’t let this one go.” The Doctor gave a small nod, acknowledging the old man’s advice. The look on his face looked like he didn’t know why he trusted the old man, but he just knew he could.

(Y/N) waved her free hand in front of the stranger’s face, “Hello? Doctor?”

“Yes?” The stranger and the old man answered at the same time.

Before she could continue, a laser beam had missed them and ended up hitting a car.

“Ah, right.”

“You still never answered my question! Doctor who?”

The stranger chuckled, “Exactly. Now run!” He said before taking (Y/N)’s hand in his and running away from the scene.

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

Love; I didn’t know it could make someone so happy- Until I met you.

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

“What happened?” Rose asked, rubbing her head.

“Don’t you remember?” (Y/N) asked, instead of answering her question.

“It’s like there was this singing…”

“That’s right. I sang a song and the Daleks ran away,” The Doctor said, leaning against the console for support.

“I was at home. No, I wasn’t. I was in the TARDIS with (Y/N) and there was this light. I can’t remember anything else.” Rose said, still trying to remember what happened.

“Rose Tyler, (Y/N) (L/N), I was going to take you to so many places. Barcelona. Not the city Barcelona, the planet Barcelona. You’d love it. Fantastic place. They’ve got dogs with no noses. Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke, and it’s still funny.”

“Then, why can’t we go?” Rose asked.

“Maybe you will, maybe I will, but not like this,” The Doctor said, gesturing to himself.

“You’re not making sense,” Rose said as she stood up.

The Doctor looked at (Y/N) and nodded his head at Rose. (Y/N), although confused, walked over to Rose and held her arm. “I might never make sense again. Imagine me with no head. And don’t say that’s an improvement, but it’s a bit of a dodgy- this process. You never know what you’re going to end up with.” He doubled over in pain.

“Doctor!” Rose yelled, taking a step toward the Doctor.

“Rose, we can’t!” (Y/N) said, pulling Rose back.

“Stay away! Stay with each other!” The Doctor commanded.

“Doctor, tell us what’s going on!” (Y/N) pleaded.

“I absorbed all the energy of the Time Vortex and no one’s meant to do that. Every cell in my body is dying,” He explained.

“Can you do something about it?” Rose asked.

“Yeah, I’m doing it now. Time Lords have this little trick, it’s sort of a way of cheating death. Except it means I’m going to change, and I’m not going to see you or (Y/N) again. Well, not like this. Not with this daft old face.” The Doctor said, trying to lighten up the moment.

“And before I go...” He groaned.

“Don’t say that-“ (Y/N) said softly.

“Rose, (Y/N), before I go, I just want to tell you, you both were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I,” He smiled before a golden light burst out of his body.

Rose covered her eyes and (Y/N) squinted. A new Doctor stood in front of them, “Hello. Okay. Ooh, new teeth. That’s weird. So where was I? Oh, that’s right. Barcelona!” The Doctor smiled and ran over to (Y/N) and Rose, pulling them to the console. He suddenly grabbed (Y/N)’s face by the cheeks and kissed her.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and the Doctor pulled away, “Right, still got it.” He turned to face the console and started to press buttons and pull levers. (Y/N) placed her fingers on her lips. Rose smiled and playfully nudged (Y/N).

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

Love; I didn’t know it could make one deeply care about someone- Until I met you

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

(Y/N) sat next to The Doctor, who had been changed into pajamas and put into bed.

Jackie walked in the room with a stethoscope in hand, “Here we go. Tina the cleaner’s got this lodger, a medical student, and she was fast asleep. So I just took it. Though I still say we should take him to the hospital.”

(Y/N) took it, “We can’t. They’d lock him up. They’d dissect him. One bottle of his blood could change the future of the human race. Now shush!” (Y/N) placed the ear tips in her ears and set the stethoscope’s diaphragm on The Doctor’s chest. She listened attentively, making sure she could hear his heartbeats. “Both working,” (Y/N) said as she leaned back in the chair.

“What do you mean, both?” Jackie asked.

“Well, he’s got two hearts.”

“Oh don’t be stupid.”

“He does!” (Y/N) retorted.

“Anything else he’s got two of?” Jackie asked.

Rose entered the room and put her hand on her mom’s shoulder, “Leave them alone, mum.” Jackie took a last look at The Doctor and (Y/N) before leaving the three of them alone.

(Y/N) watched as The Doctor exhaled some of the TARDIS’ golden energy. She smiled softly and pushed some of his hair from his eyes.

“Sorry to ask this so late in our travels. Every time I plan on asking, it slips my mind. So what is your relationship with The Doctor��? Are you his girlfriend?” Rose asked, walking over to (Y/N).

(Y/N) blushed, “G-Girlfriend? I’m flattered you think so, but it’d be nice…” She muttered the last part. “I’m actually like you- his companion. Someone he saved when there was funny alien business…” (Y/N) took The Doctor’s hand in hers, “He’s my best friend.”

“Rose!”

“I’ll be back,” Rose said, patting (Y/N)’s shoulder before leaving the room.

“Come on, Doctor… I’m your companion, but I can only do so much…” (Y/N) whispered.

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

Love; I didn’t know it could be unrequited- Until I met you

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

“Where are you two?” Rose asked.

“Inside the TARDIS,” (Y/N) said sadly.

“There’s one tiny gap in the universe left, just about to close, and it takes a lot of power to send this projection. We’re in orbit around a supernova. I’m burning up a sun just to say goodbye,” The Doctor said, his hearts aching.

“You look like ghosts,” Rose laughed softly.

“Hold on,” The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the console to solidify their image.

“Can I..?” Rose trailed off, taking a step towards them.

“We’re still just an image. You can’t touch us and vice versa.” (Y/N) informed.

“Can’t you come through properly?”

“The whole thing would fracture. The two universes would collapse,” The Doctor said, pain in his voice.

“Where are we? Where did the gap come out?” (Y/N) asked, trying to change the subject.

“We’re in Norway,” Rose said.

“Norway. Right.” The Doctor said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“About fifty miles from Bergen. It’s called Dårlig Ulv Stranden.”

“Dalek?” The Doctor asked quickly.

“Dårlig. It’s Norwegian for bad. This translates to Bad Wolf Bay…” She paused. “How long have we got?”

(Y/N) looked at her wristwatch, “About two minutes.”

“I can’t think of what to say,” Rose cried.

“You've still got Mickey, then?” (Y/N) asked.

“There's five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey, and the baby.”

“You're not?” The Doctor asked, quickly glancing at her stomach.

“No. It's mum. She's three months gone. More Tylers on the way.”

“And what about you? Are you…?” He trailed off.

(Y/N)’s eyes shift between the two as if she were watching a tennis match. She was happy that The Doctor was able to see Rose, but it hurt her heart to know that his affections were never hers to cherish in the first place.

“Yeah, I'm back working in the shop.”

“Oh, good for you.” He smiled.

“Shut up. No, I'm not. There's still a Torchwood on this planet. It's open for business. I think I know a thing or two about aliens.”

“Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth. You're dead, officially, back home. So many people died that day and you've gone missing. You're on a list of the dead. Here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have.” The Doctor said.

“Am I ever going to see you again?”

“You can't.”

“What're you going to do?”

“Oh, I've got the TARDIS. Same old life, last of the Time Lords.”

“On your own. I, I love you.”

(Y/N) had tuned out their conversation, but gasped The Doctor wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, “Not always alone, I’ve got (Y/N). And I suppose, if it's one last chance to say it, Rose Tyler-” The Doctor got cut off as the hologram vanished- time had run out. He pulled (Y/N) in a tight embrace. (Y/N) stood shocked for a moment before wrapping her arms around her lonely angel.

“Doctor, I-” She started. (Y/N) wanted to confess but decided against it. She loved the Doctor ever since he saved her that Christmas Eve. “Doctor, I’ll miss her too… Time will heal us all eventually.” She whispered as she felt his embrace tighten. ‘I’ll tell him another day…’

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

Love; Oh, how you loved her...

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

The Doctor and (Y/N) had run into the TARDIS, their backs pressed against the closed doors. They managed to escape another Dalek attack. Any sane person would leave with all these instances of almost dying, but it was the rush of adrenaline that made her stay. Even though saving the universe and those who inhabited it was stressful enough, it would be those moments before they ran away that made her continue to travel with the Doctor.

They were still holding each other’s hands, fingers intertwined. That became the norm between the two. When asked about the sudden change, the Doctor simply stated that intertwining their fingers would make it harder for him to let go and easier to keep her close. Though (Y/N) was slightly disappointed in his answer, she was just happy that the Doctor could move on and continue saving the universe.

After they calmed down they looked at each other and laughed. The Doctor had finally let go of (Y/N)’s hand and started walking toward the console. (Y/N) followed behind him, ready to start pushing buttons or pulling levers until-

“You were absolutely brilliant, Rose!” He said as he picked her up and spun her around.

She grinned before realising what he said, “Rose… You called me Rose.”

The Doctor set her down slowly, “No... No, no, no, no- (Y/N) I didn’t mean to-“ He said, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay Doctor... I miss her too.” Little did the Doctor know, (Y/N)’s heart was aching too. Not just because of the loss of her friend, but the feeling of unrequited love. (Y/N) and the Doctor had their moments, but she knew she could never fill the hole Rose left in his heart.

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

Love; I didn’t know it could make you feel… conflicted- Until I met you

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

“Not the whole town. Just save someone.” Donna pleaded.

The Doctor flipped a few switches and the TARDIS rematerialises. He walked over to the door and pulled it open. “Come with me,” He said, a hand stretched out to Caecilius and his family.

~*~*~

The Doctor, (Y/N), Donna, Caecilius, and his family exited the TARDIS watched as Pompeii was filled with volcanic ash. “It's never forgotten, Caecilius. Oh, time will pass, men'll move on, and stories will fade. But one day, Pompeii will be found again. In thousands of years. And everyone will remember you,” (Y/N) said, trying to give hope to Caecilius.

“What about you, Evelina? Can you see anything?” Donna asked.

“The visions have gone.”

“The explosion was so powerful it cracked open a rift in time, just for a second. That's what gave you the gift of prophecy. It echoed back into the Pyrovillian alternative. But not anymore. You're free.” said The Doctor.

“But tell me. Who are you, Doctor? With your words, and your temple containing such size within?” Metella asked.

“Oh, I was never here. Don't tell anyone.”

“The great god Vulcan must be enraged. It's so volcanic. It's like some sort of volcano. All those people.” Caecilius said, trying to cope with the loss of his home.

The Doctor, (Y/N), and Donna slipped back into the TARDIS. “Thank you,” Donna said.

“Yeah. You were right. Sometimes I need someone. Welcome aboard.” The Doctor replied, walking back to the console.

“Yeah.” Donna sighed in relief.

(Y/N) sat on the chair near the console, thinking about the events that happened. He was going to abandon Caecilius and his family. What would happen if Donna wasn’t there to stop him from leaving? ‘If worse comes to worst… would he abandon me too…? How can I love someone that could just leave without another thought?’

━━━━━━•✦.✧.☾.✧.✦•━━━━━

Love; I didn’t think that you’d have to see the one you love in pain- Until I met you.

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“I'm the Doctor, and I declare this war is over.” He threw the globe onto the floor. It smashed into pieces, releasing gas and energy. Everyone watched it slowly rise and one by one they started to put down their weapons. Everyone except for Cobb.

“What's happening?” Jenny asked, walking up to (Y/N).

“The gases will escape and trigger the terraforming process,” (Y/N) said.

“What does that mean?”

“It means a new world.” The Doctor said, walking up behind them and setting his hands on their shoulders. (Y/N) glanced up at the Doctor, her heart swelling up with love and adoration once more. He looked at Jenny then at (Y/N), giving her a small smile.

As the two had their moment, Jenny’s gaze moved to Cobb, who had his gun pointed at (Y/N) or The Doctor- she couldn’t tell.

“No!” Jenny took the bullet Cobb intended for either of them and fell backward into (Y/N)’s arms. She lays her on the ground, Jenny still in her arms.

“Jenny? Jenny. Talk to me, Jenny.” (Y/N) cooed softly. The Doctor knelt next to them.

“Is she going to be alright?” Donna asked, looking at Martha. Martha shook her head.

“A new world. It's beautiful.” Jenny said.

“Jenny, be strong now. You need to hold on, do you hear me? We've got things to do, you, The Doctor, and me, hey? Hey? And Donna too. We can go anywhere. Everywhere. You choose.” said (Y/N).

“That sounds good…” Jenny smiled weakly.

“You're my daughter, and we've only just got started. You're going to be great. You're going to be more than great. You're going to be amazing. You hear me? Jenny?” The Doctor asked. (Y/N)’s body shook as Jenny died in her arms. She felt so guilty. The Doctor’s daughter died for her sake.

(Y/N) looked up at The Doctor, Donna, and Martha. A sudden realisation came to mind, “Two hearts. Two hearts. Doctor, she’s like you! If we wait. If we just wait-” She rambled. This possibility also gave The Doctor hope.

“There's no sign, (Y/N). There is no regeneration. She's like the Doctor, but maybe not enough.” Martha said, debunking (Y/N)’s theory.

“No. Too much. That's the truth of it. She was too much like me." The Doctor said, kissing Jenny's forehead. (Y/N) laid her down and stood next to Donna and Martha. The Doctor walked over to Cobb. Cline and another soldier held his arms and made him kneel.

The Doctor picked up the pistol and pointed it at Cobb's head for a long while. Silence and shock filled the Doctor's companions.

He put the safety back on the pistol, "I never would. Have you got that? I never would. When you start this new world, this world of Human and Hath, remember that. Make the foundation of this society a man who never would."

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Love; ? ????'? ???? ?? ??? ????? ??? ????- ????? ? ??? ???.

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The TARDIS came to a sudden stop, shaking the library. The pen slipped from her fingers, waking her from her daydream. "Damn it…" (Y/N) cursed under her breath, bending down to retrieve her pen from under the table.

"(Y/N)! Come here! I want to show you something!" The Doctor's voice echoed through the halls.

(Y/N) smiled, "Coming, Doctor!” Her head jerked up, hitting the table above her, “Ouch!” She rubbed her head whilst getting out from under the table. Before heading over to the control room, (Y/N) had closed her journal and set it back in its place on the bookshelf.

The Doctor looked over to (Y/N) as she came into view. “What’s up, Doc?” (Y/N) asked.

He made a face that caused (Y/N) to laugh, “I always wanted to say that.” She admitted. The Doctor rolled his eyes, “I have something to show you.” He said, gesturing to the door.

(Y/N) raised a brow, “Oh? And what in all of the universe do you have waiting for me outside those doors?” She asked, walking over to the doors.

He smiled and started to make his way over to her, “Well, open those doors and find out yourself.”

Her hand rested on the handle- hesitation. She remembered a quote from a book she read long ago, in her childhood days, “He who hesitates is lost.” So she didn’t wait any longer. She pulled open the TARDIS doors and gazed upon the star system in front of her. Beautiful shades of red, green, and yellow surrounded the system. (Y/N) sat on the edge as The Doctor crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Alpha Centauri, I helped build that one- No wait… I read that from a book,”

Her eyes filled with wonder as her feet swung back and forth. The Doctor joined in, sitting next to her. His hand rested on hers, ever so gently. (Y/N)’s heart began to race. She looked down at her hand before looking up at The Doctor, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Alpha Centauri is a binary star system and a very special one at that.” The Doctor said, placing a small tap on her nose with his index finger.

She laughed softly, “And why is that, Doctor?” She said lightly nudging him.

“Well,” He started, whilst putting on his glasses. “The two stars in its orbit so closely together that, until your modern telescopes, humans thought they were one star. Two stars so close, orbiting each other, that their light appears as one from Earth.” He finished, looking at the star system. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder, “Now that’s amazing…”

The duo sat in silence, merely enjoying each other’s company even without holding a conversation. These were the moments that (Y/N) wished lasted forever. Unbeknownst to her, the Doctor felt the same way.

He cleared his throat, “Er- I read a book in the library, it was a strange book. It had stories of adventures, but also doodles and poetry.” (Y/N) woke from her dream-like state, “Uh… W-What kind of poetry?” She stuttered, lifting her head from his shoulder to look up at the Doctor.

"All types of poems. Ones focused on the author's anger, happiness, sorrow, and regret. Although, there was a poem I liked. It was about the author's love for someone. I liked it so much that I read it over and over until I had it memorized."

She gulped, "O-Oh really? What did it say?"

“Love; I chose to never make it something spending my life waiting for- Until I met you…"

'Oh gosh no… He found your journal, you complete idiot.' (Y/N) didn't need to hear him recite the rest. After all, she was the author.

"Love…" He trailed off, "And that's where the poem left off. It seemed unfinished and I'd really like to know how the poem ends." He said scratching the back of his head.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and exhaled, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do. “I… know the rest of the poem…”

His eyes lit up with joy, “Really? Could you, perhaps, tell me?” A small moment of silence, “I mean, only if you want to! I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “Love… I didn’t know it was worth the wait- Until I met you.”

“That was a wonderful closing statement, but how did you know?” He asked as he took her hand in his, rubbing the back of her palm with his thumbs.

“I know because... I’m the author. I wrote all those poems…” She said, looking at the star system to avoid his gaze.

“Hey, wait...” He gently tilted her chin to make her face him, “That- That poem… It couldn’t possibly be me who makes you feel that way, right?”

(Y/N) nodded slowly. The Doctor grinned and placed a kiss on her forehead, “Thank goodness because what I’m about to do might kill that human heart of yours,” He teased.

She moved her head away, “Doctor, what are you-” The Doctor chuckled before taking her chin in between his index finger and thumb, “This.” He said before placing a kiss on her lips.

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[berrymoos]

✧—last updated 10/20/24

ʚ berry’s patch! ɞ

♫ — ❝ days fade into a watercolor blur; memories swim and haunt you – but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke ... rises the moon ❞

ꗃ﹏ 🥯：before we belay!

DNI:

anti-LGBTQ+, racist, kink, anti-agere, pro-sh, pro-ed, thinspo, proship / proship positive (in/est or adult x minor), blank blogs (no bio or pfp), child-UNSAFE blogs, discourse blogs .. (wip)

sign-off anons:

🦊 / 🕷 / 🌱 / 📎 / 🦅 .. (wip)

ꗃ﹏ 🥞：about me!

name: basil or berry will do! i don't lean too heavily toward either

age: 17. i'm not sensitive to dirty / suggestive jokes (given one of my main fanbases r tv-14), but i'm still minor & this is still a sfw fandom agere blog!! tread lightly ;-]

pronouns: any!! like my names i'm not picky - neos count as well!! i'm particularly fond of fae/faer ,, so so pretty

main blog: @broomiies (if moots somehow find me, heyo!!). my main isnt agere-related (but agere blogs are welcome to interact), ive got some suggestive jokes reblogged, & i swear a whole bunch, but that's about it <3

clarification: you're very welcome to interact if you enjoy horror or other darker media of that sort – i do too (as u can see by my fandoms ejendjn)! i'm squicked out by topics like in/est & adult x minor, so like. please don't interact if u enjoy those topics lmao 👍🏾 also, just because i enjoy controversial media does not mean i condone what the creator(s) have done! liking the art ≠ liking the artist.

✎ ﹏ 🥙：creative corner!

🫧 DEFINITION—FINICKY REQUESTS:

fandoms underneath this header are more suggestions than anything, especially considering a lot of the fandoms there aren't any i'm extremely familiar with, am completely finished with, or simply am not really interested in anymore! there's much less of a guarantee these will be filled out & even if they do, it may not exactly be what is in the request (for example, a concept instead of a fic), but who knows! give it a shot & i may get to it! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

🧸 CREATIONS INCLUDE:

fics (blurbs, minifics, oneshots...)

concepts (rambling about ideas)

headcanons

moodboards

stimboards

☁️ CURRENTLY CREATING FOR:

moon knight

ninjago ;; s1-14

spiderverse

🧸 IN THE ROSTER (FINICKY REQUESTS):

arcane

attack on titan

boku no hero academia (s1-s5 ;; seen manga spoilers)

bungo stray dogs (s1-s3)

demon slayer

gravity falls

jujutsu kaisen (s1-s2)

pokemon!! (agere + pkmn aus are a different story :winky face:)

the owl house

☁️ FIC REQUESTS: open! (slow <3)

🧸 HEADCANON REQUESTS: open!

☁️ BOARD REQUESTS: open!

🧸 ASKBOX: open! (♡´▽`♡)

☁️ ACTIVE ASK GAMES: 🫧 / 🫧

🫧 EXTRA: if you've read this far, like the post! just makin sure you've read it ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

✯ ﹏ 🥧：stars of the show!

📖 agere ao3: tinychai

🌙 moon knight: (3/3)

🫂 marc needs a hug (and steven is there to fulfill) ▬ oneshot. 1.4k words; canon compliant, hurt/comfort — WOOO OKAY, this is my favorite fic EVER out of p much everything i've written!! genuinely i think it's my best & i wrote it after being punched in the gut with the writer's block / imposter syndrome combo </3 seriously i owe it to moon knight for dragging my out of that dump

(canon-typical violence & language in the beginning)

🎨 paint splatters ▬ oneshot. 0.3k words; domestic fluff — plot bunny moment?!? eeyup, & a cute one at that

🚀 my heart and the earth share the same rule ▬ ongoing. 1.1k words; minific collection — in which i write a fic in exactly 3 paragraphs!

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🦉 the owl house: (1/2)

💛 squish ▬ oneshot. 0.4k words; domestic fluff — another plot bunny >:-] luz makes an appearance at the very end too

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🕰 stranger things: (1/1)

🖍️ a picture, a stuffie, and maybe a paci ▬ oneshot. 0.5k words; mild hurt/comfort — baby jonny / bubba will against the world, ohhhh my goodness gracious !! love these two so much

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🎭 total drama: (1/24)

🤝 interlocking pinkies ▬ oneshot. 0.2k words; short fluff — i dont actively write for total drama anymore, HOWEVER i will always remember my origins fondly <33 this took so much courage to post bc the TD fanbase is .. kinda mean sjskfjwkdkw BUT ANYWAYS! teeny ale / cg noah is definitely a duo!! <33

[bylerclub]

Well, well, well. Let's take an objective look. Even if we consider the bond between them only as "friendship", it is very special. But Mike, this boy, needs to mature and grow. It needs character development. There's no logic or right in the way he treated Will. There is no excuse or explanation for this. There is a gap between Mike in the first three seasons and the person we saw in the fourth season. It's like he's going backwards while everyone else is moving forward. The background of the relationship between Will and Mike was so deep and professional during the first three seasons, one could even call it clever and a really good story could have been created from there to the fourth season. Everything could have evolved into a much more special place. If we're going to talk about being objective, Will also has his faults in approach. If I had been Will, I would have treated Mike very differently. I think Will's most important mistake or missed point in this dynamic is that he shows Mike the same face, his soft side every time. Mike doesn't deserve this, point. Will deserves much more than such treatment like that. Obviously, both characters can't get beyond their inner self-conflict. We can't cover up Mike's "garbage" treatment of Will with all the good stuff. We can't pretend it's normal. In the fictional world, I can match and even praise Byler for life, but if this were happening in our world, this would be my most neutral and most realistic reaction. Mike owes Will much more than an apology, point. Love without effort is not true love because words can always be misleading. What I saw in Mike for the first three seasons was effort, friendship, everything was simple and covered with that innocence of being a kid. There was love. Then the fourth season came and all I see is a ridiculous dynamic that makes even hugs awkward, suppressed emotions, disgusting treatment and bullshits. If I were Will, I would shake Mike by the shoulders and tell him he needs to face himself because no self-respecting person would put up with that attitude. Yes, Mike needs to grow up and Will needs to earn his self-respect. If we leave the fictional this is my most realistic comment of Stranger Things/Byler. I mean, with humbly. Now I can go back to fiction and continue praising Byler. Thank you and see you in the Upside Down 🙃🕰

[hoosurdaddy]

18+; Billy eating you out.

I feel like Billy would love holding your thighs when he’s eating you out because he loves feeling your thighs shake when you’re about to cum. Billy would definitely pull away every so often to spit and spank on your pussy and Clit while calling you his dirty slut. Billy has such pretty lips and he knows it.

Most importantly, Billy wants to take his time, Its because you taste so good and he wants to enjoy every moment of this. He would also spit in your mouth after you cum to allow you to taste yourself.

[hoosurdaddy]

18+.

Sugar Mommy!Robin would be too powerful with a strap on. Her confidence would go through the roof as she destroys you with her cock.

When Robin first used the strap on, she bends and pushes you into every position and angle her pussy drunk mind can think of. She knows all the angles to make you scream and make your legs weak. She would just be a dream.

[hoosurdaddy]

I posted 589 times in 2022

That's 589 more posts than 2021!

316 posts created (54%)

273 posts reblogged (46%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hoosurdaddy

@hansensunshine

@thisishellfire

@slothspaghettiwrites

I tagged 265 of my posts in 2022

#asks❣️ - 89 posts

#dark!mj - 34 posts

#🕰(stranger thing stories) - 33 posts

#dark!mj x reader - 31 posts

#stranger things au - 30 posts

#dark!peter parker - 28 posts

#dark!peter parker x reader - 28 posts

#eddie munson - 22 posts

#spiderling - 22 posts

#eddie munson x reader - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 32 characters

#🐉 (house of the dragon stories)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Princess Parts.

Eddie Munson x reader. (Not really dark but gotta keep up the theme).

(TW: Clit playing, teasing and begging. idk if this counts as fingering).

“Look at my gorgeous girl.” Eddie smirked as he ran his fingers up and down your fold, pulling them opened with a smirk.

You both were sat in your room in front of your king mirror. Your naked body was resting against Eddie’s clothed lap, your legs were spread opened as he toyed with your clit. As Eddie played with your clit, you hummed and moaned, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. Your nails digging into his thighs.

“Keep your eyes on me baby.” Eddie demanded, leaning down to plant a kiss on your neck. “You look so, so beautiful, princess.”

“Eddie.” You squirmed, your free hand gripping onto hand that was holding your stomach, as Eddie teased your clit.

“So, so beautiful.” Eddie moaned out, making you look at him through the mirror. “Look at you, baby.” He whispered, before removing his hand away from your clit.

“Eddie, please.” You whined, missing that good feeling. You pouted up at Eddie.

“Shh, baby.” Eddie placing multiple kisses upon your cheeks, ignoring the hair that cling to your face from the wear. ”Look at your pretty princess parts, baby? I’ve barely touched you baby and your soaked..’ You whimpered at Eddie’s words and he moved his hand over yours to give it a squeeze.

Eddie reached down to your core again, using his fingers to spread apart your folds once more, “you’re soaked baby.” Eddie reminded you once more. “Your princess parts are all puffy and pink. Just for me.”

He used his middle finger to tease your clit again, moving his finger up and down your core, making you beg again. “Eddie please.”

“My princess looks so pretty.” Eddie smirked, moving his fingers to the entrance of your core, teasing the hole before going back to your clit once more. All you could do was whimper and moan.

877 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#4

Sultry.

Peter Ballard x Reader (not dark but I got to keep the theme).

(TW: Cockwarming, Hair pulling, manipulation, innocent kink, name calling (once), term of princess parts, reader is over 18).

Letting your nails glide against his chest, you whimpered, doing your best to keep quiet so Papa or the guards wouldn't hear you. Peter wouldn't like if anyone was to catch you. He always told you that they would take you away from him. You didn't want Peter to leave you, ever. He was the best thing to ever happen to you in this place (or so he convinced you). "Peter, why can't I move?"

Peter slapped your thigh, making you chew your lip so no one would escape. "Y/N, stop." Peter growled. "You know why you can't move?"

"But I'm so full." You whimpered out again. Peter shushed you, as he listened to ensure that there was no guards walking up and down the hall that could possibly ruin this moment.

"That isn't going to work, Princess." Peter chuckled as he guided his hands up and down your naked down, his other hand ran through your hair, giving it a light tug. "You know exactly why we're doing this, princess."

You huffed in reply to Peter, pouting down at him. "But I want to feel good, Peter. Make my princess parts tingle." You sighed. Peter chuckled, looking into your innocent eyes. You were so cute, gosh. You were so easy to break. The moment Peter set eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. He had to save you from this hell. If anything, You saved him.

“Don't huff at me, princess." Peter smirked, titling your chin to avert your gaze back to him. But your eyeline wouldn't me. “Look at me,” he demanded. It was simple, but so forceful. The only reply you could give Peter was a desperate whine, pouting even more. Peter rolled his eyes, tugging your hair back further this time to meet his eyes. There was so much darkness and ungodliness within his eyes. But all you seen was love and adoration with a mixture of lust.

"If you keep whining, like a bitch. Papa and the guards will here, and guess what? I'll be taken away.. And you won't ever see me again. Do you want that?" You tried to shake your head but Peter's grip on your hair prevented you, whimpering in fear instead of Pleasure. "No.." You replied quietly.

Peter nodded in reply. He knew one way or another you both would be caught, but by then, he would have a plan to get you both out of here, safely. "Then stop whining."

“Yes,” You whispered, looking at him.

“Good, princess. It has to be a secret okay?" Peter hummed, letting go of your hair, gliding it down to your hip. "Now sit still, and be quiet, okay?"

1,433 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#3

Proportion.

Billy Hargrove x reader. (Not dark but I have to keep up the theme).

(TW: size kink (idk what that is so imma assume it’s his peepee size??), smut, nickname is angel, stomach bulge, praise (I think).)

“Shit, angel.” Billy gasped as he pressed his hand down onto your stomach, rubbing over a patch of skin. “Can you feel me all the way in your stomach, angel? Does that feel good?” He began pressing down on your stomach, making your stomach tighten.

When Billy removed his hand, you gasped, looking down to notice where his cock was in your stomach. Where he was fucking you. You whimpered like crazy, doing your best to keep quiet but Billy had other ideas.

“You’re such a good girl, angel. But you gotta take an inch or two, okay? Do it for me. I know you can do it, angel.”

Billy had wrapped his hands tightly around your hips as he shifted his legs to help him get more levitation so he could fuck you better. Billy wanted to ruin you. His hands tighten on your hips as he watched his cock disappear inside you more. You whimpered, nearly in tears how pleasurable it was.

“Oh angel, look at that. You’re taking me so well, so good.” Billy rubbed his thumb over your stomach, smirking at the bulge once more. “You’re squeezing me, angel. God, I love your tight hole. My best girl taking everything she deserves.”

You moaned at the praise, throwing your head back slightly as you bounced even harder. Although you’re on top, Billy was in control and you were loving every second of it. You ran your hands down his chest, enjoying the sensation of his muscles in your hand. “You’re fucking huge, you fuck me so good, Billy.” You whined out, eyes rolling into the back of your head and gasped once more as Billy thrusted up to meet your thrust. You both nearly cum then and there, but Billy had more up his sleeve.

Billy chuckled as he pounded your cervix even more now. Knowing you both needed this. “Don’t worry angel, I’m gonna fill your hole so good, I hope there’s room for afters baby.” He groaned.

1,618 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

#2

Angel.

Billy Hargrove x Reader.

(TW: Thigh riding, bit of degradation (i think), nickname is angel).

"Angel, if you're so horny. Come ride my thigh." Billy laughed, pinching your ass before patting his lap softly. "But I got to do this work okay? I need you to be a good girl and be quiet okay?" You nodded excitedly.

Billy was sitting at his desk with you on his lap, naked. You hovered your core over his fabric thigh before placing yourself onto the fabric. You started to move steadily.

You stared at Billy, who was busy focusing on his work. You couldn't help but smile when you noticed his eyebrows were furrowed, watching the paper carefully with his pen between his lips.

"You're going a little fast there, aren't you angel?" Billy replied, not taking his eyes away from his work.

"Sorry, Billy." You whimpered, doing your best to slow down as Billy just hummed. You could feel how his pants had began to soak. You weren't sure if you were allowed to cum yet.

"Billy." You whimpered as you bounced a little higher. Your stomach clenched as you gripped Billy's shoulder.

"Angel, I thought I told you to be quiet, hmm?" Billy started, giving you a side eye. "Distracting me from my very important work? What's wrong?"

You whimpered in response which earned a slap on the thigh from Billy. Even after seeing your tired out expression, he just ignored you and turned back to his work.

"But you didn't tell me I couldn't cum, Billy." You whined as you began rocking your hips even fasters, moaning at the sensation. Billy let out a laugh before throwing his pens on his desk before turning to give you his full attention, by gripping your face to look at him,

"Such a desperate little angel, aren't you?" Billy asked, knowing right well what the answer was. "You were so desperate and horny to cum that you don't even feel bad that you interrupted me doing my work, hmm?"

"Yes, Billy."

"Good, now be a good angel and ride my thigh. If you can follow these simple instructions, then maybe I might let you cum, Angel."

1,738 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Replete.

Dark!Peter Ballard x Reader.

(TW: NONCON, Breeding, Sexual Abuse, DNI IF THIS UPSETS YOU, reader is over 18 BTW).

“Y/N. It’s time.”

At night, after a long day of ‘training’, Peter comes into your room. You both sit quietly for a few hours, until you eventually grow tired and sleep. But he doesn’t sleep. Peter never sleep.

You always pretend your sleep, but that didn’t matter to Peter, not one bit. He ignores it, he knows you’re not asleep. He usually pulls up your nightgown up and grinds his hard cock against your ass.

Even if you try to stop him, it doesn’t work. Even when you use your powers, he’s broken you down so much that your powers felt like they were not use any more. Peter had one thought and one thought only. To get you pregnant with his child. When you’d ask him why, he would always response with how a child with his powerful genes and your beauty could rule the entire world one day and change it for the ‘better’. Peter in himself was dangerous, but a child with both of your powers and skills combined? That sounded like a bomb waiting to go off.

Peter also claimed that a ‘husband and wife’ should also be expected to have a baby too (it wasn’t really a ‘marriage’, Peter forced you to say vows one night after You had tried to tell Papa about what he had been doing. He also claims that ‘spouses’ couldn’t testify against each-other, but you didn’t know that).

So, here was another dreaded night. Peter pressed his fat cock into you. It hurts but you allow him, knowing it was not use to fight back. You’re not sure what Peter could if you did.. That was a lie, you knew exactly what he could do, he’s done it before..Peter was stronger anyways.

Peter’s cock is so big you could feel it penetrating your womb. You were surprised you weren’t pregnant long ago.Peter kept muttering into your hair about how tight and fertile your cunt is and how you’re going to give him so many powerful babies. But there you laid, Your cries being drowned out by Peter’s hand as he forces himself so deep, you’re pretty sure your stomach is bulging from his thick cock.

With Peter’s free hand, he runs his finger down your stomach to your hip, holding it in place when your body began thrashing in pain and pleasure. You tightly grip onto the sheets underneath you, trying to ignore your soon incoming orgasm. You were trying to ignore everything that was going on around you. But it was hard with Peter’s monster cock inside of you. 

You wonder if you get pregnant soon, will Peter stop? Will Papa be angry?, Does Papa know about this already?

You could only pray that if you were to get pregnant that this baby kills you before Peter or Papa does.

2,480 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

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[hoosurdaddy]

Replete.

Dark!Peter Ballard x Reader.

(TW: NONCON, Breeding, Sexual Abuse, DNI IF THIS UPSETS YOU, reader is over 18 BTW).

“Y/N. It’s time.”

At night, after a long day of ‘training’, Peter comes into your room. You both sit quietly for a few hours, until you eventually grow tired and sleep. But he doesn’t sleep. Peter never sleep.

You always pretend your sleep, but that didn’t matter to Peter, not one bit. He ignores it, he knows you’re not asleep. He usually pulls up your nightgown up and grinds his hard cock against your ass.

Even if you try to stop him, it doesn’t work. Even when you use your powers, he’s broken you down so much that your powers felt like they were not use any more. Peter had one thought and one thought only. To get you pregnant with his child. When you’d ask him why, he would always response with how a child with his powerful genes and your beauty could rule the entire world one day and change it for the ‘better’. Peter in himself was dangerous, but a child with both of your powers and skills combined? That sounded like a bomb waiting to go off.

Peter also claimed that a ‘husband and wife’ should also be expected to have a baby too (it wasn’t really a ‘marriage’, Peter forced you to say vows one night after You had tried to tell Papa about what he had been doing. He also claims that ‘spouses’ couldn’t testify against each-other, but you didn’t know that).

So, here was another dreaded night. Peter pressed his fat cock into you. It hurts but you allow him, knowing it was not use to fight back. You’re not sure what Peter could if you did.. That was a lie, you knew exactly what he could do, he’s done it before..Peter was stronger anyways.

Peter’s cock is so big you could feel it penetrating your womb. You were surprised you weren’t pregnant long ago.Peter kept muttering into your hair about how tight and fertile your cunt is and how you’re going to give him so many powerful babies. But there you laid, Your cries being drowned out by Peter’s hand as he forces himself so deep, you’re pretty sure your stomach is bulging from his thick cock.

With Peter’s free hand, he runs his finger down your stomach to your hip, holding it in place when your body began thrashing in pain and pleasure. You tightly grip onto the sheets underneath you, trying to ignore your soon incoming orgasm. You were trying to ignore everything that was going on around you. But it was hard with Peter’s monster cock inside of you. 

You wonder if you get pregnant soon, will Peter stop? Will Papa be angry?, Does Papa know about this already?

You could only pray that if you were to get pregnant that this baby kills you before Peter or Papa does.

[hoosurdaddy]

Angel.

Billy Hargrove x Reader.

(TW: Thigh riding, bit of degradation (i think), nickname is angel).

"Angel, if you're so horny. Come ride my thigh." Billy laughed, pinching your ass before patting his lap softly. "But I got to do this work okay? I need you to be a good girl and be quiet okay?" You nodded excitedly.

Billy was sitting at his desk with you on his lap, naked. You hovered your core over his fabric thigh before placing yourself onto the fabric. You started to move steadily.

You stared at Billy, who was busy focusing on his work. You couldn't help but smile when you noticed his eyebrows were furrowed, watching the paper carefully with his pen between his lips.

"You're going a little fast there, aren't you angel?" Billy replied, not taking his eyes away from his work.

"Sorry, Billy." You whimpered, doing your best to slow down as Billy just hummed. You could feel how his pants had began to soak. You weren't sure if you were allowed to cum yet.

"Billy." You whimpered as you bounced a little higher. Your stomach clenched as you gripped Billy's shoulder.

"Angel, I thought I told you to be quiet, hmm?" Billy started, giving you a side eye. "Distracting me from my very important work? What's wrong?"

You whimpered in response which earned a slap on the thigh from Billy. Even after seeing your tired out expression, he just ignored you and turned back to his work.

"But you didn't tell me I couldn't cum, Billy." You whined as you began rocking your hips even fasters, moaning at the sensation. Billy let out a laugh before throwing his pens on his desk before turning to give you his full attention, by gripping your face to look at him,

"Such a desperate little angel, aren't you?" Billy asked, knowing right well what the answer was. "You were so desperate and horny to cum that you don't even feel bad that you interrupted me doing my work, hmm?"

"Yes, Billy."

"Good, now be a good angel and ride my thigh. If you can follow these simple instructions, then maybe I might let you cum, Angel."

[hoosurdaddy]

Proportion.

Billy Hargrove x reader. (Not dark but I have to keep up the theme).

(TW: size kink (idk what that is so imma assume it’s his peepee size??), smut, nickname is angel, stomach bulge, praise (I think).)

“Shit, angel.” Billy gasped as he pressed his hand down onto your stomach, rubbing over a patch of skin. “Can you feel me all the way in your stomach, angel? Does that feel good?” He began pressing down on your stomach, making your stomach tighten.

When Billy removed his hand, you gasped, looking down to notice where his cock was in your stomach. Where he was fucking you. You whimpered like crazy, doing your best to keep quiet but Billy had other ideas.

“You’re such a good girl, angel. But you gotta take an inch or two, okay? Do it for me. I know you can do it, angel.”

Billy had wrapped his hands tightly around your hips as he shifted his legs to help him get more levitation so he could fuck you better. Billy wanted to ruin you. His hands tighten on your hips as he watched his cock disappear inside you more. You whimpered, nearly in tears how pleasurable it was.

“Oh angel, look at that. You’re taking me so well, so good.” Billy rubbed his thumb over your stomach, smirking at the bulge once more. “You’re squeezing me, angel. God, I love your tight hole. My best girl taking everything she deserves.”

You moaned at the praise, throwing your head back slightly as you bounced even harder. Although you’re on top, Billy was in control and you were loving every second of it. You ran your hands down his chest, enjoying the sensation of his muscles in your hand. “You’re fucking huge, you fuck me so good, Billy.” You whined out, eyes rolling into the back of your head and gasped once more as Billy thrusted up to meet your thrust. You both nearly cum then and there, but Billy had more up his sleeve.

Billy chuckled as he pounded your cervix even more now. Knowing you both needed this. “Don’t worry angel, I’m gonna fill your hole so good, I hope there’s room for afters baby.” He groaned.

[hoosurdaddy]

Sultry.

Peter Ballard x Reader (not dark but I got to keep the theme).

(TW: Cockwarming, Hair pulling, manipulation, innocent kink, name calling (once), term of princess parts, reader is over 18).

Letting your nails glide against his chest, you whimpered, doing your best to keep quiet so Papa or the guards wouldn't hear you. Peter wouldn't like if anyone was to catch you. He always told you that they would take you away from him. You didn't want Peter to leave you, ever. He was the best thing to ever happen to you in this place (or so he convinced you). "Peter, why can't I move?"

Peter slapped your thigh, making you chew your lip so no one would escape. "Y/N, stop." Peter growled. "You know why you can't move?"

"But I'm so full." You whimpered out again. Peter shushed you, as he listened to ensure that there was no guards walking up and down the hall that could possibly ruin this moment.

"That isn't going to work, Princess." Peter chuckled as he guided his hands up and down your naked down, his other hand ran through your hair, giving it a light tug. "You know exactly why we're doing this, princess."

You huffed in reply to Peter, pouting down at him. "But I want to feel good, Peter. Make my princess parts tingle." You sighed. Peter chuckled, looking into your innocent eyes. You were so cute, gosh. You were so easy to break. The moment Peter set eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. He had to save you from this hell. If anything, You saved him.

“Don't huff at me, princess." Peter smirked, titling your chin to avert your gaze back to him. But your eyeline wouldn't me. “Look at me,” he demanded. It was simple, but so forceful. The only reply you could give Peter was a desperate whine, pouting even more. Peter rolled his eyes, tugging your hair back further this time to meet his eyes. There was so much darkness and ungodliness within his eyes. But all you seen was love and adoration with a mixture of lust.

"If you keep whining, like a bitch. Papa and the guards will here, and guess what? I'll be taken away.. And you won't ever see me again. Do you want that?" You tried to shake your head but Peter's grip on your hair prevented you, whimpering in fear instead of Pleasure. "No.." You replied quietly.

Peter nodded in reply. He knew one way or another you both would be caught, but by then, he would have a plan to get you both out of here, safely. "Then stop whining."

“Yes,” You whispered, looking at him.

“Good, princess. It has to be a secret okay?" Peter hummed, letting go of your hair, gliding it down to your hip. "Now sit still, and be quiet, okay?"