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[r3dships]

5 for pre-relationship and 7 for love questions!!!

ft tiny guy i forgot to show u

SSHOVES HIM IN MY MOUTh

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Mason definitely tried to resist his attraction to Johnathan, purely because his anxiety was telling him that Johnathan would never be interested in someone like him. It was also mostly a case of assuming he wasn't into guys as the default. It was only when he overheard Johnathan talking to Liv about the fact a female coworker was hitting on him and he "wasn't into women" that Mason finally saw a spark of hope.

7. What are their favourite things to do together? Before the collider explosion, Mason and Johnathan would frequently hang out at Ohnn's apartment where he could nerd out about all his collectibles. They also liked to hang out at a local coffee shop relatively close to the lab. Johnathan always got decaf and a donut because he said caffeine made him "too shaky to do anything".

After the Spot-ification, Johnathan doesn't really like going out unless it's to steal something. Usually money. If he does go out, he tries to cover himself as much as possible, especially his 'face'. He loves watching movies at his place with Mason since he doesn't have to cover himself up and feel all stuffy. His favourite genre is science-fiction, even if he does constantly point out all the scientific inaccuracies.

[heartofjasmina]

I can never decide with these games 🥴 but I’m missing bakugo a lot lately so let’s go with

👹 for bakugo

Demon!Bakugou who gets summoned accidentally by baby witch!reader. He's at least 7 ft tall, thickly muscled, covered in ancient tattoos, and completely- utterly naked. You didn't know where to look, his dick was girthy and hard already, but his eyes were a beautiful glowing red.

You would have worn more clothes if you knew what the result of your spell would be. But all you get is a grin full of sharp teeth before he's ripping off your tiny shorts, his deep growly voice telling you, "A worthy sacrifice."

"Hey! H-hold it, I'm not a sacrifice-" but he's already grinding his shaft between your folds, and to your embarrassment you get wet fast. He was gorgeous after all, blonde spikey hair falling around two massive horns, and a cocky expression on his handsome face. His brow raised as he took a deep sniff of you.

"You smell like one. Eager and untouched by my kind." His tip leaks pre all over your belly, marking you with a potent scent of smoke and burnt caramel.

"But-" you spluttered, finding it hard to focus when his heavy cock drags against your clit.

"Do object to this form? I can change it if you wish-"

"No!" The word escapes you a bit too desperately and the demon grins again.

"Then you'll be my concubine. And bear my spawn." The blunt head of his cock finally pushes between your folds, teasing your entrance but not giving you what you're starting to crave.

"I never said-"

"Your body says otherwise, human." And then you're being stretched wide in one smooth glide. The sticky mess between your thighs easing the way for him to bottom out inside you, his heavy balls smacking against your ass.

"Do you see how well we fit? You're meant to take my seed." His voice is triumphant and you'd tell him to go fuck himself if you had any breath left in your lungs. You could barely speak as he started to fuck you in earnest, the head of his cock hitting your spot almost too perfectly.

You keened as he finally put his hands on you, groping your tits and playing with your swollen clit as if he couldn't get enough of your reactions. His eyes glowed as he got close. Growls and deep rumbles escaping him as his hands gripped your waist so he could fuck you harder, deeper.

You came with a cry as he filled your womb with his hot cum, your whole body growing warm as the magic of your union was sealed.

"Perfect little sacrifice." He murmured smugly as he petted your head, not making any move to seperate your bodies yet.

He wanted it to take, and your cheeks heated with the realization.

[bunnycasket]

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[darby-rowe]

imagine coryo cumming in his pants randomly in class because he just had a thought of you bent over for him and now he has to hide the wet stain

ANON YOURE A GENIUS

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw fem!reader, not proofread

underneath his cool and pompous exterior, coriolanus was still, at his core, a horny teenage boy.

which is why he tries so hard to not think of you during class: your smile, your laugh, the smell of your perfume, how intelligent you were. he thought about you in the academy's long red pleated skirt and how it fell just below your knees. and protruding from your skirt came your legs clad in tights, and your pretty little shoes that made the muscles of your calves flex every time you walked.

coriolanus could already feel his mind slipping to more lewd thoughts, like the time he saw slightly bent over a desk, your hands grabbing onto the edges as you were deep in conversation with a friend. he thought about how you'd look if you were bent over at a complete 90-degree angle, and he stood behind you gripping your hips. he imagined that sexy smirk of yours as you'd crane your neck to look him in the eyes, and your ass would slowly begin to hump against his hardened cock pressed painfully against his slacks.

"coryo..." his name escaped your lips like steam rising from a boiling pot of water. his mind led down a dangerous route, as he became hyperfixated on how your ass would feel grinding against his crotch, the delicious melody of your moans, and the filth that would escape his lips as he watched you be so lewd for him. you would keep going, and going, humping, grinding—

coriolanus gripped his mouth as he felt his cock throb and spurt out warm ropes of cum in his bright red pants, his body slightly jerking forward from the unexpected release. he looked down, and to his horror, was a generously sized wet patch right on his crotch. immediately, he took his leather satchel and placed it on his lap, feeling his face burn a deep scarlet.

he flinched as you tapped him on the shoulder, whipping his head to look at you and your adorable look of concern. "are you okay?" you whispered, trying not to interrupt the ongoing lecture from the professor at the front of the room.

coriolanus swallowed hard, awkwardly shifting on his seat. "yes," he choked out, forcing a nonchalant smile. "i'm fine. thank you for asking,"

and he could have survived the rest of the lecture if it weren't for your beautiful smile and the softness of your touch on his arm. "i'm here if you need anything, okay?"

at that moment, coriolanus could have sworn you were doing this shit to him on purpose.

[dipperscavern]

Congrats on 1k, Dippy!!!! I don’t know if you do angstier prompts, but for the potion brewing, Stark of your choice and them thinking you’re dead (you’re not)?

thank you very much !! i chose robb for this, felt like y’all haven’t seen him in a while <3

robb stark x fem!reader

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“Robb.”

catelyn sits across from her eldest son, whom hasn’t stopped pacing since the battle ended more than an hour ago. whether it be pacing, tapping his fingers, or absentmindedly moving his hands while he thinks, she hasn’t been able to get him to cease his ministrations.

of course, her words have no effect, and his fingers continue in their incessant tapping. she sighs, knowing her attempts are fruitless.

you’ve always fought with robb. though advised against it — what would become of the war if you both were killed? — you unsheathed your sword nonetheless. some argue robb fought harder knowing you were at his side. while anxiety inducing, you both had won every battle you’d fought, always returning side by side. until now.

you had been swarmed by horsemen, separated in the midst of the fight. no matter how much he wanted to drop everything to find you again, robb had a duty to his men, and had to trust your ability to take care of yourself. so he didn’t — and he’s been blaming himself for it ever since the battles end.

cat has no doubt robb mulls over that very decision in his mind now, replaying it and wishing he had decided differently. what difference it could’ve made, they’re both unsure, but guilt leaves him wondering nonetheless.

robb stands, turning and walking toward where his sword lay on the bed. catelyn knows what he thinks. “Where are you going?”

“To find her.”

“You can’t.” she stresses. again, he doesn’t seem to hear her, moving to walk past her and to the exit. she stands up, blocking his path before he can get the chance. he stops, sighing. “Mother,”

she tries reason. “You’ve already sent men searching.”

“Move.”

“You are a king, you cannot act in rashness.” his brows furrow at her words, and he frowns. “Aye, a king without his queen.”

“If you act in emotion, your men will think—”

“My men think it a miracle I’ve not yet ordered hangings in my emotion. Father would—”

“Your father knows—” commotion stirs in the background, but they’re both too immersed in their argument to pay it mind. words and steel are weapons alike, and cat is no swordsman. she’s desperate to steer him toward rationality.

their voices mingle together in bickery, volume increasing by the moment. the volume of commotion in the background increases with them. soon, footsteps quickly approach, and the tents flap is opened. robb and catelyn both are fast in silencing themselves, attention now on the guard in front of them.

“I beg pardon your graces, but her grace has been found.”

silence ensues for only a moment, shock reverberating throughout the atmosphere. robb and cat look at each other, eyes wide and lips parted. wordless, robb begins to move, with cat falling in behind him.

robb spots the search party he sent out, and the commotion settles down once they realize they’re in the presence of their king. he scans the small crowd for you; lord karstark, ser rodrick, theon, other men of theirs robb is yet to learn the names of. he and theon make eye contact, and then behind him, emerges you. bloody, dirty, and exhausted; but it’s you.

and in this moment, robb forgets himself. he forgets all “kinglike” mannerisms, quick to rush to you. you’re equal in your want, accepting him with open arms.

he nearly knocks you off balance, but in that moment, with you finally in his hold again, he can’t find it in himself to care. a shuddering exhale as he presses his face into the crook of your shoulder, a hand coming to rest in his curls; he never did enjoy anyone’s touch as much as yours. he melts into you, grime and filth covered and audience and all.

“It’s okay,” you say, breathless. “I’m okay.”

he only pulls you closer.

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[1ovewoo]

Hihi I'd like to request prompt 8 and 11 for Mingi please ^⁠_⁠^. Thank you 💕

tysm for submitting these prompts! sorry for taking so long to post this but i hope u enjoy regardless!

cw/tags: making out, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, bed humping lol

send me a prompt! [closed]

the sound of you and mingi’s lips smacking fills the air as you and him make out on his bed, his large frame hovering over yours and making you feel almost trapped in the best way. 

mingi’s hands glide down your body and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them somewhere behind him.

he sits back on his heels and grips your thighs, “open your legs for me, baby. i wanna see you.”

a blush burns your cheeks as you allow mingi to guide your legs apart, sliding his body down to lay between them and planting wet kisses up the inside of your trembling thighs. 

you run your fingers through his messy blonde and black hair as his lips finally reach where you need him most, his tongue sliding up your core and swirling around your clit expertly, causing you to cry out, tossing your head back.

mingi hums and brings a hand up to slip two fingers inside you, curling them up into your sweet spot as he slurps up the arousal pouring out around his fingers.

after a few minutes, he slips another finger into you as he sucks harshly at your clit and you let out a loud, breathy moan at the intense feeling.

“that noise…keep making it,” mingi groans into your pussy, his hips rutting into the bed beneath him as his hand picks up his pace of fucking into you.

your moans increase in volume as your boyfriend brings you closer to the edge, the bed slightly shaking from the force of his movements, both his fingers inside you and his hips against the mattress.

“coming.. fuck mingi, baby please,” you gasp as you hurtle towards your climax, waves of pleasure washing over you and your vision blacking out for a moment as your jaw hangs open while mingi continues to pound into you, fucking you through your high as he reaches his own, cries spilling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowing.

after, you both lay across the bed, chests heaving as you catch your breath, until mingi climbs up your body and plants a sweet kiss on your lips.

you sigh and relax into him, exchanging sweet nothings against each other’s lips until you jolt, feeling the tip of mingi’s cock sliding through your folds.

“ready for round two?”

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© 1ovewoo 2023

[sandara-and-coco]

~ clumsy orange kitty ~ 🧡

ocs Aries & Lyra belongs to @sandrockianblues

[miasmaghoul]

Ooh, I have an idea! Dewther or perhaps even Dew/Aeon human au...but Aether/Aeon is a bona fide psychic and Dew is a hard ass skeptic. Pretty please. -🔔

(Literally none of these are three sentences so far, what is wrong with me. No warnings for this one, aside from some mild language.)

"Bullshit," Dew scoffs, leaning his chair back to balance on two legs. "You don't really expect me to believe this crap, do you?"

Beside him, Aether rolls his eyes.

"Ye of little faith," he chuckles, nudging Dew's knee with his own. "I'm telling you, Dew, he's never wrong."

Across the small table, in a haze of incense smoke, sits a young man whom Dew would be hitting on in any other situation. He's handsome in a boyish way, with dark, shaggy hair and sparkling eyes in a color Dew can't quite parse. Something between blue and gray, he thinks. He has a few facial piercings - his lip, his septum, his left eyebrow - and Dew can see the edges of tattoos peeking out from the sleeves and collar of his hoodie. He hasn't stopped smiling since they entered his shop, and Dew is pretty sure the kid hasn't stopped looking at him the entire time.

"Whatever," he says with a dismissive wave. "He's probably about as accurate as that fortune cookie I got last week."

Across the table, their supposed psychic chuckles. He scoots closer and leans on his elbows, cupping his own face in both hands, and something about the look in his eye makes Dew straighten up in his chair.

"What're you so scared of?" He nods at the table, a slew of tarot cards laid out before the three of them. "That I might be right?"

Dew barks out a loud ha, shaking his head and slinking out of his chair.

"About what?" He doesn't even try to keep the incredulity from his voice, and Aether stares at the carpet. "You say I'm gonna 'run into someone unexpected'," he mocks (complete with air quotes), pointing at a card most definitely not associated with that particular prediction. "That it'll 'help to open my eyes'." Another scoff. "I got news for you, kid - I can see just fine."

He shrugs on his leather jacket, tossing his hair over his shoulder. He looks down his nose at the reader, and his disarming grin sets Dew's teeth on edge.

"C'mon, Aeth," he grumbles, tugging on his shirtsleeve and nodding towards the door. "Let's get outta here. I'm getting metaphysical cooties."

Aether rolls his eyes and offers the reader an apologetic smile. He doesn't seem put out in the slightest though, unfolding himself from his own chair and sauntering back behind the counter. Dew doesn't spare him so much as a second glance as he heads towards the door.

"I'll be right out," Aether calls, and Dew waves over his shoulder when he shoves the door open.

The crisp autumn air fills his nose, chasing away the sickly scent of incense as he sucks down a lungful. He fishes a crumpled packet of cigarettes from his pocket as the door creaks shut, and a sudden breeze makes him turn to his right in an effort to cover the flame of his lighter.

"Behind you," a cheery voice calls just as the door slips shut, and Dew's shoulders go tight. He spins on his heel with every intention of storming back inside and -

"Fuck!"

Dewdrop slams directly into the only other person on the street - a stern looking older woman, in a black pencil skirt and matching blazer - stumbling backward as he feels something cold soak into his shirt. His back hits the shop window and he stares down, blinking at the dark brown stain now marring the fabric of his tee. The one day he wears white.

"Watch where you're going," the woman scolds him, grimacing at her now mostly empty coffee cup. "What a waste," she huffs, tossing it into a nearby trash can. With one last withering state she struts off down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the cobblestone path, and Dew feels himself getting redder by the second.

He slips back into the reader's shop, wincing when the chime rings out. At the counter, the pair of them are staring at him - Aether's eyes sit wide, darting between Dew's ruined shirt and flushed face. The reader still wears that same smile, and he gives Dew a little finger wave.

"Guess you should've kept your eyes open," he teases, and Dew stares daggers at him.

Aether doesn't make a sound as he finishes checking out, silently paying for the reading and a couple of crystals that had caught his eye. Dew doesn't stick around to see what the damage is, storming out once more and heading to the car.

This time, he looks both ways when he leaves, and the little chuckle he hears from behind the counter makes him feel like an absolute fool.

He only sits in the car for a few minutes before Aether appears, fruitlessly attempting to daub the coffee from his shirt with a handful of takeout napkins. He grumbles under his breath when Aether gets behind the wheel, and holds up a hand when he opens his mouth.

"Not. A. Word."

Aether holds up both hands in concession, sticking his bag in the back seat and turning over the ignition. He pauses for a moment with his hand on the gearshift, and with a sigh pulls out his wallet.

"Here," he says, offering Dew a small white rectangle. "Just in case."

Dew eyeballs the little piece of cardstock like it'll burn him on contact. With a heavy sigh he abandons his attempt at cleaning up, grabbing the card from Aether's hand and really fighting the urge to huck it out the window. In the back of his mind, though, the rest of the reader's so-called predictions repeat themselves, and Dewdrop sighs as he looks at the business card.

On the front, in simple block lettering, it reads:

Aeon, Psychic for Hire

Dew blinks. One name? Who was this kid? There isn't even a business name or phone number, nothing. He flips the card over, incredulous, and finds one more line of text:

Don't worry, I'll call you.

The moment he finishes reading, his phone chirps, and Dew jolts so hard he drops the card. Aether snorts beside him and Dew throws a coffee-damp napkin at his face. He fishes out his phone with a scowl - he knows it's another coincidence, just like the woman with the coffee must have been. He's going to look at his phone and see a text from Rain or Swiss, or maybe just some notification he doesn't give a shit about.

Or he could see a single line of text from an unknown number, staring back at him like some kind of cruel joke.

A clean tie attracts the soup of the day. :)

"What the fuck..."

"Hmm?" Aether looks over as he shifts into drive, pulling out into the quiet street. "What's up?"

Dew stares at the screen until it goes dark, and then shoves his phone back in his pocket. He slouches in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and staring out the window while Aether talks about the crystals he picked up.

Dew doesn't hear a word of it. He can only think about the fortune cookie he got last week, the little slip of paper still stuck to his fridge because it made him laugh until he cried:

"A clean tie attracts the soup of the day."

His phone chimes again, and Dew does not look at it.

[maybxlle]

SACRED PRAYER AND WE’D SWEAR —

𝑴𝑨𝒀 🪽she/her. minor. desi. april aries. can be found on my porch, watching the sunset, with a book and cup of tea, headphones in. probably procrastinating something. currently living in delusion. boaf obsessed. click to help palestine ✩

i want a love like the movies ♡ xo kitty dear reader ♡ the selection deleted the playlist ♡ all too well (taylor swift)

DNI: over 30 unless i interact first (current mutuals exempt), basic dni, minors dni blogs (then don’t interact with me???)

TO REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL ₊˚ପ ⊹

[stqrgirl3]

intro post!<3

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mutuals list <3 ∘ reading list ∘ moodboard acc ∘ abt me<3

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[r3dships]

🩹🎈🌹 for any of ur guys!!!

Honestly I'm sorry for not seeing ur post sooner!! Tumblr algorithm is weird as hell and I hope you are doing ok <3

HI KAT sorry for my super late response!! I got sleepy really quick last night and the headache added on to that 😭 I'm doing a lot better today!!

Gonna answer these with Sploot because :)

Band-aid 🩹 - If there was one thing about your F/O that you'd want people to understand, what would it be? HE'S A GROWN ASS MAN. HE IS NOT A SWEET INNOCENT UWU BABY. I'm pretty certain he would literally Kill Miles if he got the chance. The fandom infantilizes him so much and I have no fucking clue why?? I honestly have the sneaking suspicion it's his autistic traits but maybe I'm just projecting ( i'm probably just projecting )

Balloon 🎈 - Does your F/O celebrate their birthday? Additionally, does your S/I or yourself celebrate yours? If so, what's the special day looking like? Johnathan's one of those guys that thinks he got "too old" for birthday celebrations, so he'd usually just go out and get a coffee and a pastry as a mini-celebration. I tend to celebrate my birthday at home with Test Tube Baby, eating all the snacks I want and watching shitty movies. For me, it's more of a lazy day than a party or anything. I always celebrated Johnathan's birthday at the lab, though!

Romance 🌹 - What's the most romantic thing your F/O has done? Furthermore, what's the most romantic thing you have done for your F/O? Well, as two people who were formerly hopeless romantics, basically everything we do for each other has some aspect of romance to it. The most romantic thing I think Johnny's ever done is when he actually went out of his way to get me a small bouquet of orange flowers, since he knows that's my favourite colour. They died pretty quickly since I suck with flowers, but it was a sweet gesture anyway.

The most romantic thing I've ever done for him? It'd probably be the time that I cooked one of his favourite foods before he came to my place as a special surprise. I'd sneakily asked him about it the day before. It wasn't the best thing I'd ever cooked, but it was apparently good enough for him!

[angelicgenders]

🧣

woo ! the cheap indie game i have selected to show you is,,,

The Testimony of Trixie Glimmer Smith ! a visual novel with cosmic horror and a trans rat girl main character. also theres a demo, and the precursor to it, Parsnip, is completely free!

[heartofjasmina]

🐈

Shoto Todoroki pls!

Shoto and his pure bred puppy girl, who knows all sorts of fancy commands and has the most perfect manners.

Except when it's time for your heat. Then you're panting after him and going through his dirty laundry to find clothes that smell strongly of him. He doesn't understand why he likes seeing you like that.

Desperate, needy for him.

So desperate you'll start humping his leg if he doesn't fuck you fast enough. It goes to his head, and he's rougher with you than he usually is. But you love it, it scratches the primal part of your brain.

Your pussy drenches his balls as you suck him in, and he can't help but ask,

"You want me to breed you puppy?" And to Shotos amazement, you go wild at the mere mention.

"Please master, please please please. I'll be good. I'll be so so good please!" You're actually in tears at the thought of being deprived of his seed.

You wanted to have his pups, and be his forever. Your brain was a mess of chemicals that made your desire to be bred almost painful.

"Then I will. I'll fuck you till it takes. You have my word." And he does just that, fucks you into the mattress over and over until you can't take anymore and there's a mess of your combined juices staining the sheets.

The pregnancy test isn't necessary for you, you trust your master. When your pups came out exactly 65 days later with dual toned fur, you smile to yourself. He always kept his word.

[pareidolla]

hunted? for the thingy thing ? ive liked your thoughts about him so far :))

ohh hunted, the certified darling. i really like him a lot, and i find it surprising he was the most unpopular voice until broken overtook him and bumped up to the second place. i suppose the reason for this is that he's more "forgettable" than actively despised, as i've only ever heard one person express their disdain for him. i'm hoping pristine cut shines more of a spotlight on him and beast cos they really deserve it!

speaking of bumping up, i really think once i sit down and begin studying his character properly he'll officially be one of my favorite voices. he's darling tier right now, yes, but i feel like i don't quite grasp understand his character yet. theres many reasons i want to though! first, the voice johnny sims provided him is so soft and lovely, one of my favorites. aecond, i'm so interested in his place within the long quiet and tbe narrative. third, the wild routes my beloved.

and listen, i would never hurt him⸻bro deserves to sit on his farm petting all his sheep⸻but wild? his parallels with opportunist??? i'm biting, i'm biting, i'm BITING-

[darby-rowe]

imagine being a pretty district 12 girl and peacekeeper!coryo just has to have you, he can’t bear the thought of not being able to have you, so when he sees you at the hob he gets you really drunk and then takes you to the alleyway. and of course you’re a virgin and you keep telling him to stop touching you but it feels so good at the same time, and he just has to have what’s his, or else. he wants to see you squirming as you try to take him, to watch as the tears trickle down your cheeks as you whimper and tell him he’s ‘too big’ and you can’t take it.

- a 🎀

i dont write enough peacekeeper!coryo (mainly bc im not a buzzcut girlie at all GASP) but damn there are so many good ideas for dark fics w him 🤤 and this ask is DELICIOUS

mayhaps i got....... a bit carried away..........

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw fem!reader, NONCON/DUBCON, dead dove do not eat, alcohol consumption, vaginal tearing, blood (coryo has an implied blood kink) tw emetophobia (but not graphic)

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you knew damn well that peacekeepers were forces to be reckoned with, but one night you let your better instincts slip away from you as you drank nearly a quarter of your body weight in moonshine.

and the pretty peacekeeper with the blonde buzz and piercing blue eyes had been eyeing you all night, getting you drink after drink after drink. even after you kept politely declining, he just kept insisting. you already struggled with standing up to authority, and you weren't going to start. especially since you were quickly losing your ability to make judgements.

somehow you made it to an alleyway with your front pressed against the cold, dank wall with the peacekeeper's fingers forcing their way into your panties. you whined as your body pathetically attempted to push him away, but your head was spinning, speech slurred and incoherent.

you whimpered as you felt his middle finger circle your clit, involuntarily rocking your hips into his touch. "nnno," you slurred, not even attempting to hide the moans threatening to escape your throat. "never... never... done this—"

the peacekeeper just chuckled in your ear as he continued to prod his fingers at your swollen clit. "shh, don't worry, little dove," he cooed mockingly. "gonna take this pussy right here and there's nothing you can do about it. fill you up with my cock. fuck, you're soaking wet,"

you were defenseless as the peacekeeper lifted up your dress and pulled down your cotton panties, making you yelp in a mixture of surprise and fear. you tried again to get out of his grasp, but he had the advantage of being sober and way stronger than you. all you could do was whimper softly as the tip of his cock tease your wet folds, making you shudder.

"can't wait to fuck you," he sighed, easing himself into your small, tight hole. you gasped as you were ripped open, raising yourself up on your tiptoes to try to squirm away from the pain. but once again you were trapped in between the peacekeeper and the dank wall.

tears sprang from your eyes and spilled down your cheeks, your cries coming out in weak croaks. it hurt so bad; a perpetual sting that rocked through your entire body. you prayed for something — anything — to come take away this unbearable pain.

"hurts," you choked, nearly gagging on your tears. "please, sir, hurts s'bad. too big. can't take it...!"

the peacekeeper continued to thrust his large cock into your abused cunt. he looked down, watching as blood began to slowly trickle out of your hole and cover the shaft of his cock. the sight only made him harder, the crimson liquid making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

"perfect district pussy," he growled, unable to tear his eyes away from his blood-soaked cock. "doing so well taking me. covering my cock in your blood. fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard,"

it was a perplexing mixture of feelings; the pain of having your walls abused and ripped open colliding with an earth-shattering orgasm. you didn't even notice the peacekeeper shooting his load deep inside you until he pulled out to admire how your blood and his cum dripped out of your cunt.

you heard the sound of him fixing his clothes. and with a final tap to your hip, he left you alone to process the events that just transpired.

as the wave of nausea finally hit you, you hunched over and expelled whatever moonshine was left in your system.

[dipperscavern]

a CRIME that we didn’t get more of this look. a CRIME I TELL YOU

A CRIME YA HEAR!!! ugh the chest tease…. i want to lick him

we needed more of this look too. it’s always on the brain….. the armor stays on