#I’m trying so hard to not be absolutely filthy about how into them I am

[theadoptedfandom]

put them in a room with me and see what we talk about (hint: there would be no talking)

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[queenofallimagines]

Hi there! Can I please request headcanons if the obey me demon brothers + side characters (except from Luke obviously) with a female MC with naturally big breasts? Like whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face and the demon brothers and undateables start to feel a bit dirty and naughty?it's fine if you don't want to do an NSFW if you don't want to.

You sure can!! (Me uploading after literally 4 years????) I am no longer burnt out and I’m hyperfixating HARD on nightbringer so *cracks fingers* 🤭😌

** also didn’t notice till uploading this that it just slowly gets filthier and filthier😭

Part 1

Lucifer:

- your so real for this anon bc I got them anime titties and I would definitely use them for evil😈

- This man is filthy if anything! Like you see how he’s always ready to invite you back to his room??

- So when you pressing up against him he’s actively trying not to get hard

- The type to be super touchy like “fixing” your uniform saying you buttoned it wrong(you didn’t)

- LOVES when you hug him really tight bc he can feel the curves of your body pressing into him and now he’s imagining you doing the same thing naked

- I’m telling you this man is worse than asmo

- If you’re in his office and lean in to help him with paperwork his eyes are starring holes into your chest

- He wants nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze

- If you tease him about it he will definitely use that as an excuse to do it

- “Hm? Getting shy now after teasing me so much?”

- Like he WILL have you sit in his lap at his desk as he fondles your chest to his hearts content

- As a demon he’s naturally insatiable so he isn’t above pulling you out of class to indulge in his urges

- Leaves bite marks all over your chest

Mammon:

- absolutely cannot hide how much he likes them

- He’s glad he’s taller than you so he can just look down at you and get a perfect view

- When you hug him it takes every cell in his body not to rip your shirt open

- Wants to shove his face in em and suffocate

- Loves when you ride him because then he can have them directly in his face

- Whole ass has spent full classes just daydreaming about them

- Probably hides your bras so you don’t wear them

- If you have nipple piercings or want some he offers to pick the jewelry

- “NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT ON YOU OR ANYTHING!!”

- Fighting for his life not to squeeze em

- Will fake having a headache to lay on your lap to stare up at them

- Leaves bite marks on em too

Levi:

- hentai watcher loves huge boobs

- Fighting worse than mammon

- Bc he will watch you walk down the stairs with no shame and then get flustered about it

- If you cuddle with him in his bath tub he can’t help but get handsy

- Wants to hold you up with his tail and watch them bounce in his face when he fucks you

- Like he will koala hold you and have his face in your chest as he fucks into you nice n deep

- Completely immobilized

- Might even consider coming to class just to watch you in your uniform all day

- Glitches when you hug him like literally his brain factory resets and he’s going through 7 emotions at once

- Your like awww you cute being shy but he’s freaking out bc he wants to do filthy unspeakable things to you

- Like In his head he’s like “oh my god??? Why tf do I want to paint their face it’s just a hug???”

- Banned you from his room for a while and didn’t say why but he’s damn near in heat the way he’s fucking his fist for hours thinking about you

- Will pretend to be normal but asmo can SEE the gears turning in his head

- “Levi is so cute how he gets flustered holding my hand!”

- “Yeah because he wants his hands around your throat,dear”

Satan:

- yeah he’s literally just a cat

- Lays on them and paws at them

- Will go shopping with you and compliment them in any tight shirt

- Might even offer to wash your uniform JUST to shrink it a few sizes so it’s even tighter on you

- He’s shameless just like the eldest but he has that flirtatious charm that’s not TOO overbearing like Lucifer

- Cat lingerie

- Puts you in a mating press just to see them squish together

- “Mind warming my hands?”

- Will shove his cold as ice hands in your shirt under the guise of “you’re a warm human I’m cold blooded🥺”

- You know how you squeeze your chest for comfort or just play with them sometimes for no reason? He does that for you

- And it’s all cool and normal until he starts pinching your nipples and kissing your neck🙄

- Like it was normal and now you can feel him grinding against your backside

- “Mmm I can feel your heart starting to race kitten”

- Will brush his fangs up against your neck also

- Wants to keep toying with your body until you start begging

- “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll fill you up Hm?”

- He’s a sadist at heart so he can’t make it too easy for you

Asmo:

- Hear me out but it starts out normal

- He’s gunna make comments but he’s more enthralled with how they would look in various outfits

- So you and him are shopping 24/7

- You tired from trying on multiple outfits and bras

- He’s picking up more clothes from the rack so you press against his back and hug him from behind tiredly asking if you can stop your exhausted

- And that’s when he’s like…. I actually want to squeeze them

- Stutters a bit as he comes to this realization

- Smiles a sweet saccharine smile and tells you that you guys can leave and he will make you feel better after overexerting your body

- Looking down at you out the corner of his eye and watching them move as you walk

- Watching how they move when you breathe

- Fr like a scorpion about to strike

- And you’re none the wiser

- Pulling out all his nipple clamps and vibrating ones

- Before he was looking at them from a aesthetic standpoint but now all he can think about is them wrapped around his cock and finishing on your face

- “Open wide dear~”

- Will even pull out to cover them in cum so you might have to beg if you want him to finish anywhere else

- Body worship KING

Beel:

- whew

- Didn’t notice until you go to work out with him and then he’s like they look really soft

- Good enough to eat

- Might bite down a little too hard when marking you because he wants to really see the marks

- Sucking them like his life depends on it

- Breeding kink activated bc if he knocks you up they’ll get even bigger

- You just KNOW when he looks at you w those eyes and says he’s hungry what he wants

- Better find a quiet corner and unbutton your shirt

- Will stick to you like glue in gym class good lord

- Offers to pick you up a lot

- Fav position is when he’s on his knees for you and looks up to see you breathing heavily

- Will massage them bc his hands are huge

- Buuuuut like Satan he will get “distracted”

- Loves reverse cowgirl but is impatient and will sit up to hold them from behind and fuck up into you

- “Mc you taste so good”

- Hickeys will be there for weeks

- Will literally tire your ass out QUICK

Belphie:

- a clown

- Circus king actually

- He’s been peeped how big your chest is and he’s not shy about it

- He’s literally as shameless as asmo it’s crazy😭

- Will lay on you claiming their the perfect pillows but will also feel you up and just act like it’s not a big deal

- “Mmm your really soft mc”

- Whole body a stress ball😐

- Does this in full view of the others and won’t care in the slightest

- Hard to talk to beel about homework when he’s sliding his hands under your shirt and groping you

- You end up in an attic club sandwich often bc of this😔✊🏿

- Will join in the convo and probably take it over like he’s NOT pinching your nipples in a regular conversation

- Going to sleep is his escape card

- Don’t believe him none of the shit he says are exhaustion induced he means that shit fr

- Will stare at you w half lidded eyes and mumble something about how your tits look like they’d be perfect to shove his cock in between

- “Wandering hands as he sleeps” ass mf

- Man sloth and sleepiness is his DOMAIN please don’t let any of the lies about how he’s just sleepy he can’t help it fool you!!

- He will literally enter your dreams and leave hickeys all over them

- Will give you the most raunchy vivid sex dreams ever until you come to him begging for him to touch you

- You wake up actually feeling his touch and he will lazily smile at you from across the table at breakfast as you fidget under his gaze

- Loose hold as he latches onto you but his hands brushing up against your chest is no mistake

- Will straight up say he wants to suck your tits if you ask him what’s w his behavior

- Has the same energy as satan but where he’s smooth and charming belphie is blunt and honest about his desires

- No flowery words or poetic phrases

- He will look you in the eyes w the most bored expression and tell you how he wants to cover you in his cum

- Probably barely looks up at you phone as he says it too😭

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - White-Faced Varre NSFW

I am no longer ashamed of my medical malpractice kink

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he is very soft and nothing but diligent with his aftercare, he'll run you a warm bath, wash you gently and whisper praises in your ear as you relax.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): //fingers ,yes i am a comedian sometimes

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): absolutely adores the mess ,the filthier the better, he'll have you lick his fingers clean right after you or he cums on his hand.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): i think he’d be into some sort of dark roleplay, some cnc scenario where he acts as your corruptor and you give yourself freely to him, or maybe even put up a bit of a verbal fight.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): i think he has experience, knows exactly what makes things enjoyable and adjusts that knowledge to each person, its like a game trying to see which things click for each person. //I also believe it has to do with the fact he was a surgeon ,helping him know your body better than you know it as an ex doctor

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes the basics when it comes to the actual deed, he especially likes doggy where he can shove your face to the ground and tease you about how willing you are to get down on your knees and get filthy for him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he makes you laugh just so he can hear your voice crack into a moan or a gasp of pain/pleasure when he has you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He keeps everything nicely trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he’ll woo you before bedding you, brush your hair out of your face with gentle gloved fingers, compliment you, lay down roses for you, foreplay matters a lot and its even sweeter when he can debauch you right after making your heart flutter, the way your eyes shine with adoration even when he might be dragging a blade down your body, its addicting.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):��why should he do so when he can have you instead.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): dacryphilia, knife play, blood play, humiliation, sadomasochism etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): everywhere ,he truly is shameless in this regard, its both as a way to claim you, and because he loves the idea of you wanting this so much you are willing to do it everywhere, he'll tease you about being so naughty even if he himself made sure you are so into it

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): submission, having you fully put your trust in him , letting him guide you or indulging in his more “unsavory” interests. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there is probably not a lot that he wouldn’t do or have you do.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he likes giving as much as receiving ,but does have a preference for having you beg for him while he torments you with his tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): torturously slow but not necessarily gentle.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he mostly does quickies as a way to punish you in a way, have you fast and hard ,finishing before you and leaving so you have to think of him and seek him out, plead with him to help you out, and if he is feeling kind that day who knows, he might help you after all he can't deny your sweet pleas

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): very into experimenting and especially good at convincing you to try out things, loves pushing you out of your comfort zone and always makes sure you are thoroughly rewarded for it

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he paces himself very well, almost always enjoys the heavy petting sessions as much as being inside you so its always a very long round, just one though , and always spaced out, so you have to seek him out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he does, a large variety that has him always so indecisive ,what should he use next, how should he torment his sweet little lambkin, so many possibilities so many paths to take

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is horrible, he loves teasing you, he'll push you to tell him everything you want him to do to you while being entirely still inside you until you finally talk, and spill every embarrassing desire and fantasy you have

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): very very quiet, besides some gasps when he finishes and the things be tells you throughout to tease you, he is very quiet, unnervingly so

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i totally think he’d be into hate sex, having you angry and shouting at him, claiming to hate him while your body betrays your needs and wants

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): he is on the longer side with a slight curve that always hits your best spots, very cocky about it too

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he yearns a lot, but likes to keep himself in control of his needs, wants you to come to him rather than him having to chase you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he likes watching you, at your more relaxed when you are this comfortable next to him, it's truly a testament to your trust and he is honored, he spends hours simply watching yo and, running his fingers through your hair

[the-baby-storyteller]

If you’re still doing bthb… would you want to do tortured for information and cradling someone in their arms for gen whumpee/caretaker? Maybe even painful wound cleaning thrown in for fun ✨

I am, and I like how you think!

(Fun fact, I didn’t register the gen at first so I wrote this whole thing as romantic.🥲 But then I fixed it so, enjoy!)

BTHB - Tortured for information

“I’m not going to tell you anything!”

A eyed the torturer carefully as they stared off at one another.

“So stubborn.” Torturer tutted, “So foolishly stubborn.”

They circled around their chair, eyeing A calmly.

“You do understand that I won’t take no for an answer?”

A growled and tugged their chest against the ropes holding them to the chair. They glared at the torturer.

“Then you’ll be here for a while.” A remarked.

“Oh, dear,” Torturer said, chuckling, “it’s you who’s going to suffer more from be being here for a while, not me.”

They pulled out a taser.

A stiffened.

Without warning, the torturer jammed the taser into their chest.

Instantly A convulsed, simultaneously not sblr to move at all.

The pain was excruciating. They couldn’t see, couldn’t think. They felt blinded by the pain as they struggled but couldn’t get away. Just when it started getting hard to breathe, it pulled away.

A fell forward as much as they could with their restraints, heaving in breaths and coughing.

“Shall we go again?”

Before they could look up, Torturer thrust the taser to their neck and this time it hurt much more. They screamed, face twisting and tears streaming down their face. Their muscles spasmed and they felt like they were choking.

Torturer didn’t stop this time. They didn’t let A breathe as they came closer, pushing the taser further and further into their neck, never giving them a break for minutes until A was a stiff yet limp, warbling mess under them.

After an interminable number of minutes, Torturer finally pulled back and A’s muscles loosened for a split second before seizing, twitching and convulsing. They gasped trying to gulp in breath but every movement of their throat made their muscles scream.

Torturer moved behind them and grabbed their hair, taking their head back and so painfully straining their sore throat, and they choked.

“Who has the key to the hideout?” Torturer asked coldly.

“I a- already told you-” A stammered, weakly forcing out words.

“I know,” the torturer narrowed their eyes, “you were lying. Now tell me.”

“Who knows how to get in to our base.” They pulled A’s hair harder with each punctuation. “Which one of your filthy teammates infiltrated us?”

A’s lips trembled but they stayed silent.

Torturer walked around and kicked them in the gut, drawing a painful yelp out from them which only tore up their throat further.

“I’m not-“ A gritted out, breathing heavily, “Telling you anything.”

“Are you sure about that?”

They looked up. The torturer had brought out an assortment of absolutely terrifying looking knives. Some had spikes, some were long, almost like swords.

“Which one should we start with?” Torturer asked, relaxed.

They picked one up and twirled it around in

“Let’s see how long you last.”

A shuddered. This was for them. For the team. They wouldn’t give up, no matter what. They were strong. They would hold out.

- -

Three hours later and was no longer just screaming.

Their whole world was blurry. The torture never stopped.

Their body was bloody; Torturer had carved into their arm and tasted right onto their insides. Every team member had held out for torture before, was experienced in it, but this.

They barely knew where they were they were so bloody disoriented. Everything was hazy and all they could register was pain pain pain that never went away and only got worse because Torturer never stopped-

“What a bore. You’ve held out all this time.”

Torturer pouted, then brightened.

“Shall we amp it up?” They asked.

Amp. It. Up? What kind of amping was worse than three hours of torture?

Then they saw it. The water tub.

Torturer hauled it out from under a table, dirt and grime floating in the water. A wouldn’t just choke. They’d swallow everything in there too. A turned white as a sheet.

“N-no please,” they started blubbering, “you don’t have to- we don’t have to do this-“

“Oh, but we do,” Torturer said stalking forward, “unless you decide to tell me what I want to know.”

They couldn’t. They couldn’t. But they couldn’t hold out and drowning terrified them but they couldn’t betray the team-

They started hyperventilating as Torturer just smiled and just drew closer.

A closed their eyes as they tensed against the ropes, mind fighting internally as they grappled with the fact that the torturer was about to waterboard them-

Debris flew everywhere as the door burst down. A’s head flew up just as five figures swarmed in through the doorway. They instantly pounced on Torturer, yelling furiously, and the water tub fell to the floor.

The team.

Thank all that was beautiful.

A stared in disoriented awe as the team swept through the area. They hadn’t thought anyone would come for them. A let out a little sob.

“Shhh shhh.”

They turned, coming face to face with B. A’s glossy eyes struggled to see them, but they just made out B’s face and they hiccuped a breath.

Caretaker’s face looked just as distressed, but they hid it better.

“Come, we need to get you out of here.” They spoke, “You shouldn’t be here any longer.”

They registered that their ropes were now somehow cut, and Caretaker pulled them, (more like dragged their entire weight), out of the room.

- -

“We’re so, so sorry we let this happen. It should have never-” B growled under their breath. “Torturer.”

A didn’t want to hear it anymore. They just wanted to be safe, to feel to warmness and assured comfort of B arms around them. They were finally out of that terrible room, laid on the floor with B knelt next to them in a different one of the chambers they had been led through. The whole place was safe now; the team had wiped everybody out before getting to A. Before A could control it, they let out a little whine.

B instantly turned back to them. Even in their mess, A burned with embarrassment. Why the hell had they done that?

B smiled lightly, thought, shoulders dropping and losing the stress they were previously holding.

At least I could make them relax, A thought.

Slowly, their eyes started to well up with tears.

“Oh, Whumpee,” B gasped, “Come here.”

B drew A into their lap and brought their arms around them. A’s muscles ached, and their crying picked up, and B stroked their hair, muttering softly:

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I know. We’re here now. I’m here. You’re not going to be hurt, you won’t be hurt.”

“It-“, A started, throat clogged by distress, “it was so hard and it hurt so much and I was so scared-”

“Shhhh,” B soothed, drawing a hand down their chin, bringing them back from hyperventilation, “Shhh, it’s okay. Calm down, we’re here now.”

A’s sobs turned into sniffles as B continued whispering sweet, comforting words into A’s ear.

“It’s all alright, I know, I’m so sorry,” B said, softly wiping away tears from A’s pain-stricken face, “You did such a good job, you’re so good, and we’ll never let that happen to you again. It’s alright now.”

B continued to pet their hair as A calmed down.

“Listen, I need to asses you, okay?” B said when A was a little bit more coherent, “I saw the stuff they had back there and it looked…bad. So I need to examine you and have you respond and comply. Can you do that for me?”

A hesitated, but nodded slowly, gingerly.

“Good job. Very good.” B praised.

A exhaled shakily. They were safe. Safe with B.

A heard B turn and mutter to themself, we can’t deal with the tasing now unfortunately, and look back over to A.

“I saw the water.” B started. “You didn’t inhale any of it did you?”

“N-no, I-,” A stuttered,” “you guys came before Tort- they could make me.” They muttered quietly, digging their chin into their chest.

They thought they saw B’s jaw tick but by the time they looked up to confirm it was gone.

“Okay,” B breathed out. “I can definitely see some injuries they’ve made.” B said unpleasantly. A’s weakened state was the only way they resisted gulping nervously. They didn’t like B when they were angry.

B pulled out their extensive first aid kid they always made sure was filled to the brim with supplies A didn’t even know existed.

“We’re gonna have to clean these cuts. They’re pretty deep and that room was not the pinnacle of cleanliness.”

A froze, then started up.

“W-wait no please,” they begged, straining against B’s arms encircling them, “Don’t it’ll be too painful I can’t, no- You don’t have to, do you-”

“Hey, woah, wait,” B’s eyebrows shout up as they held A down easily, A’s muscles too worn out and weak to do anything even mildly strenuous. B held them more securely on their lap, making them squirm, fighting B.

“Hey, no fighting me.” B scolded and A let out a pitiful cry. “I know, shh, I know it’s painful and scary. But I have to do it, you know, okay? You know this.” They reached their top arm over, grabbing alcohol and a pad. A whimpered.

“It’s alright.” B tried to soothe. “Can I get help over here?” A heard B call to a teammate who must have come in recently. Soon they were backed up against another guest and held in place firmly with arms stronger than B’s. They wiggled and worked, but the arms tightened and they yelped, quickly dying down and letting their body go limp in their teammate’s arms.

The alcohol pad was brought to the deepest cut on their arm and they immediately screamed. A felt their body tense up with effort, and couldn’t help themself from again struggling against their teammates. But their muscles were silk and hard and every movement hurt, only making them cry out more.

“A, you have to calm down.” B implored, Please try to be still. You agreed to comply, remember?”

A sniffled hard, tears streaming down their face as they heaved and choked. Their breaths were closer to shudders and they trembled in their friends’ arms.

B didn’t wait for them to say yes.

The second time the swab hit their arm, it went even deeper, and they only got to see blinding white light for two seconds before they passed out.

- -

A woke up go a light, soothing pressures appeared on their head. It pressed and nudged and soothed the tension perfectly and they let out a sigh despite themself.

They opened their eyes and saw B’s free hand massaging their scalp. B smiled down at them softly.

A blinked, then looked around. They weren’t in the chamber’s rooms anymore. Now they were in a tent, their team’s tent.

The team must have moved me back, A thought, trying not to blush at the embarrassment of a teammate holding their limp form.

“Sleep.” B voice pulled A back to their gaze. “When you wake up again, I’ll still be here. Rest.”

A wanted to contest, to make B speak about what happened and tell them everything whumper said and how in danger they were-

But B’s hands only added more glorious, perfectly placed pressure to their scalm and their limbs loosened without their permission as they exhaled, sinking deeper into B’s arms.

“Sleep.”

A shuddered, the last of their body’s energies expending themselves as they finally, finally, had reached safety, and they went limp as all went black.

[littlelovingideas]

“Let Me” 18+!!!!

Rick x Reader  - “Let me”

Alrighty.... here it is. I finally sat my ass down and got this done. If I didn’t make myself work on it, I’d have never finished it. And honestly.... I’m not sure how I feel about it yet, but I guess it’s because I haven’t had a chance to come back to it and see it from a fresh perspective.

Regardless, I am happy to finally post it and truly hope it meets your expectations, or that you at least enjoy it!

I burst through the door of my home causing a huge bang to ring out, and awkwardly hobbled over to the couch where I promptly dropped my duffel bag and myself.

The sudden commotion caused Rick to peer around the corner from the kitchen at me,

“You alright?” he questioned, concern spreading over his features

“Yep” I winced, gingerly pulling up my pant leg to examine my ankle. 

No swelling, no bruising... that’s a good sign. I am extraordinarily clumsy, so much so that it’s almost a running joke in the community of Alexandria. Why anyone ever allowed me out on runs, I’ll never know. But I guess when it comes down to it, I can do what I need to and that’s what matters the most.

“Hey, hey” Rick strode over, his face still taught with worry, “let me take a look”.

He kneels down in front of me and slowly takes my foot into his large hands. For a man who’s hands are so calloused and rough, his touch sure is delicate. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I try to ignore the image of Rick kneeling before me. I swallow hard and stare at the ceiling, hoping to avoid my brain running away with that thought. 

“So, you gonna tell me what happened this time?”, he almost chuckled, and I simply rolled my eyes in response.

“Long story short,” I started, feeling a grin creep it’s way across my face, “I guess I forgot how to walk and tripped over a root. I rolled it pretty good. I just wish I had a cooler story”. His blue eyes flashed up at me, eliciting a short chuckle from him as he shook his head.

“Well, it doesn’t look like it’s sprained, so I think you’re safe.” He sighed, “As for how it happened, we can just tell people they should see the other guy.”

Rick winked at me, and a chortle escaped my throat at his comment. 

I’d been friends with Rick for a long time, ever since the prison. And I’d be lying through my teeth if I’d said I hadn’t been attracted to him since day 1, but when we met between Hershel’s farm and the prison he had much bigger, much more personal things going on. I wanted to be respectful and kept my distance, despite his marriage with Lori clearly being over. I knew the love he had for her ran deep, as did the love for the infant she’d been carrying.

I couldn’t help but wonder sometimes if he had similar feelings for me though. Every now and then, when I’d turn around, I could almost swear that his gaze was lingering on me before he’d swiftly turn around and resume what he was doing.

I still didn’t want to risk making anything awkward, or ruining the friendship that had bloomed between us, especially as we were currently sharing a house together in Alexandria. But once again I’d be an absolutely filthy liar if I tried to tell you that living in such close quarters with him and having such a domestic lifestyle didn’t cause my feelings to become stronger. It just felt so natural. So much so that I could see us having a life together of our own. I was great with Judith, and I’d nurtured a bond with Carl. I loved them both like my own. And yet, I couldn’t allow myself to admit my feelings for Rick, despite how naturally our friendship had flourished months ago.

I tore my mind away from my thoughts and back to reality, where Rick was still kneeled before me, with an eyebrow cocked and a questioning look emanating from his gorgeous blue eyes.

“What’s got you so deep in thought?” he questioned, in almost a teasing manner.I could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

I felt a mild blush start to creep across my cheeks as I just shook my head,

“Oh, nothing. Was just day-dreaming”, I fibbed. I wasn’t about to tell him it was about him, bu there it was... t I couldn’t help noticing that his gaze had also lingered momentarily. Just for a moment, but I was almost certain at what I’d seen.

He cleared his throat, before getting up and straightening out his pant legs,

“Well, your foot seems ok. Just try to keep it up and, maybe take it easy for the next few days. Lots of capable people here to go out for supplies.” He winked and I watched, almost hypnotized as his long, toned legs carried him back into the kitchen.

God, did I ever want to know what those thighs felt like beneath me.

My skin was still burning from where he touched my foot. I could almost still feel his fingers on me, gently caressing away any pain I’d had.

Once again, I shook my head, trying to get rid of those damn thoughts, and pulled myself off the couch and up the stairs to bed, calling out a quick “Good night” to Rick before disappearing over the landing..

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I awoke slowly, feeling the dryness of my throat.

As I came around, I realized the entirety of the house was silent and immediately knew it must have still been the middle of the night.

Ever since we got this house, Rick was adamant on allowing me the bedroom. I had tried to tell him I didn’t need it, but he was content enough just sleeping on the couch- and so sleep on the couch he did.

Sometimes though, I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to share a bed with him, feeling his warm body next to me, our limbs tangled up with one another’s ... taking in his scent as we lay in bed together. Oh, his scent.

Sometimes, the thought of his warmth in the bed next to me would lead my mind to other things, like his weight above me, his blue eyes staring down at me intently. I tried to imagine how his face would look coated with lust. I tried to imagine his voice- I could only expect that it would be much lower and gravelly than normal. I sighed to myself as I felt my throat grow even dryer at the mental images my brain was producing, and flung the covers back to get a glass of water.

Slowly, I snuck down the hall, past Carl and Judith’s rooms, and down the steps. The hardwood floors were cool beneath my feet, and I enjoyed the sensation as I padded through the house to the kitchen. 

As I passed through the living room, I couldn’t help but notice Rick was still awake- he had the side lamp on and was stretched out with a book in-hand. I spotted the title and immediately recognized it as one I’d brought back from my run earlier. A smile crept across my face as I continued on into the kitchen.

I took a few moments to drink my water, and take in the silence of the house. The silence. It’s something we didn’t get much of in the prior months, or even years, since the beginning of all of this. Sometimes, it was almost deafening. But most of the time, it was extremely welcome. I sighed contentedly, and headed back through the living room where Rick was still seated, but this time he was resting the book in his lap and his eyes were fixed on me.

Maybe it was the dim lighting from the lamp next to him, but his eyes seemed softer than usual.

I grinned, trying to ignore the slight awkwardness creeping up inside from not knowing what to do.

“So, I see you like the book?”

“Yeah”, he replied, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it, “It was one of my favourites.”

“Yeah, I remembered you telling me about it, a while ago and couldn’t help picking it up yesterday. I knew you’d enjoy it”.

His eyes were still trained on me, his gaze nearly burning a hole through me. I subconsciously toyed with the hem of my sleep shirt, feeling mildly awkward and not knowing what to do.

A thick silence filled the room.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I’m glad you like it, get some rest and I’ll see you bright and early as usual.”

Just as I turned to go back up the stairs, Rick’s voice rung out, slicing into the silence in the room, calling my name.

I stopped and turned back around, only to see him on his feet and striding over to me. His bare feet not making a sound despite how quickly he was upon me. 

Before I knew it, Rick was towering over me, his eyes boring into mine. His scent overwhelmed my senses, and the warmth radiating from his torso was making my head spin.

His eyes were darker than I’d seen them before, keeping me entirely in a trance with no idea what to do or what to say.

I lightly gasped as I felt his hand come to rest on my waist.

The tension between us was almost electric.

“Rick, I-” I stammered, but he cut me off, gently shushing me.

“I see the way you look at me”, he stated, “I see it all the time, and I’d be a fool not to notice-.”

I felt my cheeks get insanely hot, and prayed to all that was holy that it wasn’t visible in the darkness.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you-”

Again, he cut me off,

“No. You have nothing to apologize for. I was going to say I’d also be a fool not to feel the same way”, he chuckled quietly, biting his lip, “I see what you do for me, Carl and Judith. Always going out of your way for us. Doing more than you need to”.

I looked at the floor for a moment, thinking about his words- and he was right. Always picking up something that I thought one of them would like, whether it be comics for Carl, some toys for Judith, for Rick- books, clothing, favourite snacks, etc.

I guess I’d never really acknowledged it but I had a deep-seated desire to take care of the man who so tirelessly took care of everyone else. Call it what you will, but I realized I loved this man and must have been inadvertently showing it this entire time.

My cheeks burned as the sudden reality washed over me.

I felt a calloused finger make the most gentle contact with my chin, and pull my face up to look him in the eyes again. 

He didn’t blink. His gaze never faltered. The hand that was under my chin slowly but surely made it’s way to the base of my neck, where he firmly, yet ever so gently pulled me towards him.

I was like putty in his hands at this point, my entire body was on fire and I could barely process what was happening. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Our faces were so close, I could just barely feel his lips ghosting over mine. His smell was so intoxicating. He hesitated for a moment,

:”Is this okay?”

I barely skipped a beat, nodding my head vigorously. 

With that, he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips against mine. They were soft. So incredibly soft.

Rick was always such a rough and tumble guy, and despite having seen him with Judith and with Carl, I was almost shocked with how soft and gentle he was being with me.

Electricity surged through my veins. My head swam. The room spun.

Our lips moved against one another, slowly growing more passionate, sighs beginning to tumble from our lips between lingering kisses.

My hands snaked their way up his chest, pausing for a moment so I could savour the warmth radiating from under his shirt. His shoulders were broad and I could feel his muscles gliding under his skin as his hand worked through my hair.

I had touched Rick before- being friends for years, this was nothing new to me- but this situation felt incredibly different. I’d never touched him in this way, while allowing my desire to guide me.

The warmth of his body was causing the fantasies from earlier to return in full force, fueled by the sound of his breathing becoming heavier and the closeness of our bodies. 

Slowly, he pulled away and met my gaze. A shaky breath escaped my lips. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” Rick asked, his blue eyes absolutely burning into mine.

Slowly, I stepped forward until our bodies were pressed together, holding Rick’s gaze.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”, I state boldly, while simultaneously questioning where this sudden confidence was coming from. 

My breath hitched as Rick’s strong hand squeezed my waist and pressed my body even tighter to his, and in the dim lighting I saw a smirk begin to work its way across his beautiful lips.

Before I knew what was happening, his strong hands made contact with the backs of my thighs and within one swift movement I was no longer on the ground, and instead, resting on his hips. 

I could feel his strong fingers massaging my ass, while balancing me perfectly against him and giving my aching core a sense of relief as I felt his cock pressing against me. Suddenly, I was aware of just how wet I was for him, and could wait no longer.

My mind flooded with things I’d only been able to dream of before, but now, it was really going to happen. I could no longer wait to finally see his beautiful face contorted with pleasure, or hear his voice low and rough, thick with lust. I needed to feel his weight above me, and allow him to fill me completely.

The thought made my pussy twitch, and I gasped as I felt his cock return the favour beneath me. 

“Rick” I gasped, my fingers tugging at his soft curls, “Take me”. 

He growled.

“Shit, I thought you’d never ask”, and with that, he wasted no time heading for the stairs.

Moments later, he was crashing into the bedroom, our lips still colliding and my small frame still held tightly against his tall, muscular body, panting and gasping during our passionate exchange.

The entire time I could feel my pussy twitching as every step he took pressed his cock right into my needy core before tumbling onto the bed with me still in his arms.

Not wasting another moment, my fingers began frantically undoing the buttons on his shirt, hungrily grasping at the material and yearning to feel his skin on mine.

His hands were so large and warm as they slid beneath my shirt, gently grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh of my sides. I felt so small beneath his touch, and the feeling only turned me on more. I wanted to submit to him entirely.

I watched as he sat up for a moment and let his gaze trail down my body to  admire the scene before him, his piercing blue eyes stopping for a moment as they caught sight of my nipples pressing through the delicate fabric of my shirt. His eyes were full of lust, and what also seemed like disbelief as he continued to take all of me in.

His hands worked my shirt up further, exposing my midriff and my hips. He pressed his fingers into the softness of my stomach, and slowly, agonizingly trailed them downwards to play with the hem of my panties.

They were plain. Cotton. A simple bow in front. And yet he looked on admiringly regardless.

He continued staring intently, and I began to squirm under his gaze, simultaneously turned on and feeling slightly self conscious.

His eyes flashed back up to mine and he must have noticed my inquisitive look, because continued dragging his hand downward until he traced my slit over the fabric, causing me to buck my hips and stifle a whimper. 

Rick sucked in a breath as I felt him press his thumb gently against the pooling wetness in my panties.

His cock twitched in his pants, tearing my focus away from his face and I felt my eyes widen at the size of what I would be working with. His cock was so hard that I could see a clear outline of his shape straining against his thigh. 

My needy cunt clenched and our eyes flickered to one another, knowing he felt it as he toyed with my slit some more. His touch was agonizingly slow and delicate, so much so that it almost irritated me.

Without warning, while holding my gaze, he pressed against the now clear wet spot and a slight sigh tumbled from his lips as he felt the slick seep through the fabric and coat his fingers.

My jaw fell slack and I thought I saw a trace of amusement flit across his features as I felt my eyelids flutter at the sensation.

“Baby” I breathed, “Please, touch me”.

Rick’s head tilted back and his adams apple dipped as he swallowed hard, trying to stifle a moan at my sudden words before allowing himself to fall forward over me and staring me directly in the face.

Once again, his eyes were boring into mine and I could do nothing but stare back.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” I murmured, “I’ve thought about your touch more times than I can count”.

His eyes only seemed to darken more as he took in my words.

“Oh yeah? That all you thought about darlin’?” he growled in my ear.

My tongue trailed over my bottom lip before I responded,

“No”.

Rick smirked and cocked an eyebrow, moving my panties to the side and ever so slowly feeling soft flesh of my lips.

“Tell me what else”.

I gulped. Suddenly, his eye contact intimidated me. I gathered my strength, and slowly mustered out the words I know he’d been waiting for,

“Your cock”, I sighed,

Immediately he knelt down the rest of the way and the tip of his tongue parted my lips, ghosting lightly over my most sensitive bundle of nerves, just as delicately as the words ghosted over my lips.

Immediately I bucked my hips again and my hands hungrily tangled themselves in his hair. One had continued to hold my panties to the side, and slid a large finger inside my desperate centre. He slowly worked his other hand up to massage my inner thigh. 

“Good girl” he murmured against my cunt.

“You take such good care of us” he continued, barely above a whisper “Now let me take care of you”

I inhaled so sharply as his lips formed a seal around my clit and he graced me with a moan- the vibration and sound combined to send me into a frenzy, my vision going white for a moment.

I felt him chuckle against me, as he continued to pump his finger in and out of me, before sliding another one inside in one fluid motion.

My fingers pulled his hair and I no longer had control of my body as my hips bucked and squirmed, trying to grind into him. He gratified me and pressed his face into my soaking wet centre once again, his tongue expertly attending to me where I needed him most.

Just then, without warning, he pulled away to tower over me once again. 

I whined at the sudden absence of his touch, and felt my pussy clench for the millionth time around nothing as he licked his lips and dragged the back of his hand across his mouth.

I felt my eyebrows furrow and had to resist the urge to pout at his sudden withdrawal, because as much as I was disappointed to lose his touch, I also knew what was coming next.

Just as I suspected, his hands went straight for his belt and expertly undid it in one expert movement.

I watched as he undid his button, zipper and then slowly slide his pants down.

His cock finally sprung out, and I felt myself salivating at the thought of taking him into my mouth, my eyes locked onto his length, staring hungrily.

I couldn’t tell what I wanted more- to feel his cock in my mouth, or to feel him stretch out my soaking cunt, and I think he could tell.

“Easy, girl” he bit his lip, slowly rubbing himself a couple of times through his boxers, looking at me with clear amusement on his face yet again. 

“Rick”, my voice was much lower than I anticipated, “Take it off”.

He smirked again, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and taking his sweet time working his boxers down over his hips- doing so agonizingly slowly over his shaft, watching me closely to gauge my reaction.

“Rick“, his name came out as more of a squeak, “Please. I need you”.

He paused for a moment, contemplating whether he was going to adhere to my demands or not, clearly feeling cocky.

Finally, he decided to give me what I’d asked for and freed himself- my jaw fell open as I finally got to take in the beauty of this man in his purest form.

My mouth watered, and without waiting, I was up on my knees and crawling towards him.

I hesitated before taking his thick cock in my hand - the sheer size made my hand look so small. His cock twitched in my hand, as I admired each and every inch of him. His cock was even more beautiful than I’d imagined, and unable to wait a second longer, I took him into my mouth.

His head fell back and I heard his breath catch as the head of his cock made contact with my warm tongue. I began slow- swirling my tongue gently around his head, taking in the warmth and savouring the taste of him. While I worked the head with my tongue, I gently pumped his shaft with my other hand.

A string of curse words spilled from his lips between pants and poorly stifled grunts.

His cock twitched in my mouth as he fought the urge to thrust into my throat. I placed my other hand on his toned thigh to brace myself, allowing my thumb to massage small circles into his skin.

I formed a seal with my lips and let him fall from my mouth with a gentle ‘pop’, before working my way down, dragging my lips down the underside of his dick, and then flicking my tongue back up his length, following the most beautiful vein I’d seen, before placing the lightest kiss to his tip which was soaked in precum.

At that, his hand effortlessly found its way into my hair and collected a handful. I allowed my lips to part for him, and took in as much of him as I possibly could, letting my jaw fall open as far as it could, and trying to accommodate hm into my throat as best I could without gagging. 

His grip in my hair tightened and he briefly thrusted into me as he lost control of himself for a moment, causing me to gag, and his cock to twitch a few times at the sensation of my throat contracting around him.

My tongue flicked up and down, while I also bobbed on his dick, wanting to give him the best sensation I could.

Just then, Rick pulled my hair and removed me from his dick. Forcefully.

I looked up at him, and my attention turned to my own pussy and how much I had drenched my underwear and my thighs. I loved looking at him from this angle, it felt so god damn erotic.

“Stop. I’m supposed to be taking care of you” he hissed.

“Sorry”, I shrugged, “I couldn’t help myself”

Rick chucked darkly and tilted his head,

“I had no idea you were such a giver.” 

I had no response, I just smiled back proudly, knowing just from his response that I’d already exceeded his expectations.

After another moment, I turned my attention from his eyes back to his cock, and realized it was truly the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t get enough. He was the perfect combination of hard and strong, but also so smooth in my mouth.

“I love tasting you”. I didn’t even think before responding, and my eyes widened at the words that just fell from my mouth.

“Fuck” he growled, “Bend over”

He grabbed me firmly and flipped me over in one fluid movement, pressing his hand down on my back to signal me to bend, with which I complied.

I spread my legs and buried my face into the pillow just in time, as he immediately also buried his cock in my pussy. The stretch was incredible, and I cried out as my pussy suddenly had to adapt to his size.

The strength of his cock was even better in my pussy, and feeling how hard he was absolutely drove me insane. The pillow muffled what would have been an uncontrolled moan, and I felt his strong hand slap my ass before kneading into me again.

His dick twitched and throbbed inside me, while his hands gripped my hips. His thrusts were sloppy, and his other hand worked it’s way around to my front and found that little nub between my legs.

Feeling his weight behind me, the pads of his fingers expertly working me, his thrusts sloppy and hard, and the soft, restrained moans and grunts tumbling from his lips and into my ears was nearly too much to take.

I felt my cunt contracting around him, and I know he felt it too as he pulled out and roughly slammed back into me, the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the room, along with our ragged breathing and the occasionally profane exclamations.

“Fuck baby” he grunted, as his pace quickened, “You feel so good”. 

His fingers continued to rub circles into my clit, adjusting to my responses and reactions. He began to put more pressure and the circles matched tempo with his thrusts.

I felt my stomach begin to tighten, and that familiar jolt of pleasure signalling the arrival of my climax. I shoved my face back into the pillow and cried out as my cunt began to twitch.

:”Cum for me babe”. he groaned

“Please” I cried between gasps, “Please cum in me.”.

I tried to hold back on my climax, until I felt his cock begin twitching as well and he could no longer control his moans and grunts.

I finally allowed myself my own release, and Ricks hands grabbed my ass as hard as he could while we both rode out our high’s together.

Eventually, his thrusts slowed, and we both collapsed onto the bed- him on top of me, and his cock still twitching lazily inside of me.

He placed a kiss to my cheek and sighed contentedly before rolling off me and pulling my small body into his, holding me protectively and stroking my hair, before we eventually drifted off together.

I was absolutely looking forward to this new dynamic, and couldn’t wait to continue taking care of each other.

[theg-unit]

So I’m chronically obsessed with COD MW now. Here’s some head cannons and plot bunnies ya filthy animals. (Also I’m combining the originals with the new plots somewhat so get over that quickly)

-soap, gaz and roach are the younger of the 141. They exploit this youngest sibling favouritism by getting away with being chaotic shit disturbers.

-ghost is not as old as everyone originally thought. Like he’s older then the youngest three but by less then 7 years.

-alternatively ghost is the youngest by like 6 months or something. This makes his life even more tragic somehow

-ghost is a total cryptid. And sure the weird stealth scary vibes sure. But also a meme cryptid. Like he’s always in the weirdest places doing the most random chaotic shit. And it’s always to quietly fuck with everyone else.

-once gaz called lazwell mum. Roach has accidentally called price dad (and mum)

-soap got his nickname because he was trying to come up with improvised explosive devices and learned (very loudly) that soap can explode in a microwave. There was no microwave for 8 months. He hasn’t been allowed near another one

-Though soap is technically demolitions and had an accident with the microwave ghost is the one who is a total pyromaniac. The man sets everything he can on fire. Turns out he knows how to make anything light up.

-now for some sad head cannons

-Price definitely had a son who died in combat. He took up 141 to deal with the grief. 

-Lasswell and her wife have definitely almost gotten divorced before. They owe a great deal to their marriage counsellor.

- Gaz is definitely the middle child of way too many siblings.  The house is way too full and he joined the forces to get out. (And maybe be recognised instead of neglected)

- soap was a ginger growing up. (Jk)

- Soap keeps his hair is short as possible even if it’s in that ugly ass mohawk because of a really bad hazing accident when he first joined Bootcamp. he never told anyone about what happened though he suspects price knows.

-it’s hard to make ghost story sadder than it actually is so we’ll go with some made up stuff closer to “cannon”

-their first Halloween together, the 141 decided to prank ghost by putting a skeleton in bed with him. He flipped the fuck out and didn’t talk to anyone for a month, price made them scrub the showers with toothbrushes.  he also has a massive fear of bugs, especially maggots.

-back to funny things-

-after falling out of the helicopter gaz took circus lessons in silks, so that if it happened again, he could climb his way up 

-ghosts mask gets regularly replaced with a pink glitter. Hello Kitty version he doesn’t know who’s doing it, but he will find them. (It’s price. )

-soap, and ghost have slapping fights regularly.

-Ghost likes to lay tripwires in inconvenient spots, especially for visiting brass. He also was once spotted on the roof of the building opposite the mess hole, angling mirrors specifically to hit price in the face with the sun after a night out.

- soap can lift almost twice his body weight, and he is almost over a foot shorter than Ghost

-ghost is huge. Like genuinely massive. He is almost 6 foot seven, and had an almost constant bruise on his forehead when he first reached the height. He has to duck through all the doorways on base and turn so he doesn’t smack his shoulders. Despite all this, he is scarily, graceful and quiet. It’s like turning around and seeing a tree has suddenly grown behind you. except the tree is strapped.

-that one video from Pirates of the Caribbean where Elizabeth pulls all the weapons out of absolutely nowhere is ghost when he’s told to disarm. No matter how big he is one person should not be able to hide that many weapons on them.

This turned into more of a Ghost  head canon post, but that’s okay. I am genuinely so obsessed I might actually regularly post this time.

Adios.





[fobredactedove]

pete and patrick leveraging photos they took of me against me so they can keep raping me aughhhh

pictures of me just absolutely wrecked, fucked out, covered in cum, holes destroyed. they would ruin my life if they ever got out, all i would ever be to anyone for the rest of my life would be a filthy slut.

it keeping me up at night as i sob, feeling so dirty. but every time they come back i’ve lost the will to fight, too scared, too tired.

ooooo maybe i was a virgin before the first time they held me down and used me. drunk and at my first party they lured me away, didn’t spike my drink because they wanted me to remember everything, feel everything, and aware enough to sob and scream and fight back, the music too loud for anyone to hear me. i end up passing out eventually(maybe they drugged me, maybe my body just gave out) and that’s when they took the first picture. i was asleep and peaceful, so it looked like i had enjoyed it, loved being ruined.

ughhh just feeling so trapped in the situation and terrified all the time. sobbing and begging them to stop when i see them, only for them to decide that maybe i’d gotten to much of an ego so it was time to use me again. i can’t tell anyone and they’re still in my life (brother’s friends, classmates, in the friend group, neighbors, family friends idk idk) so i have to act normal around them in public, so i can’t run away from them.

them fucking my throat so hard it bleeds and i lose my voice for daysss, and i just have to tell everyone i got sick. them shoving the photos in my face so often, reminding me how disgusting i am and how much power they have over me. sobbing and trying to cover my face every time they take more so patrick has to grab my arms and hold them down while pete takes the photo, flash turned on. patrick’s grip leaving bruises so i have to wear a sweater even if it’s the middle of the summer and sweltering hot.

maybe they convince my family that we should all have a sleepover for a weekend and they cover me in cum and fluids and don’t let me shower the whole time, completely ignoring me, leaving me exhausted in the corner when they’re not using me. sitting on the bed playing video games like i’m not sobbing in the corner.

augh maybe they don’t let me eat and barely let me have any water(maybe all i can drink is their piss and i get so desperate and thirsty i do it eventually) because they tell me i’m fat and ugly, that’s why they’re the only ones that have ever been willing to fuck me, and that sluts and whores like me don’t deserve food.

maybe eventually, after a year or so(more) of this, i kill myself because it’s they only way i can get out. and they act so sad, go to my funeral and fake cry. knowing full well that they’re the ones that made me do it and have all the proof they could ever want. maybe eventually they get into the church and constantly preach about filthy whores and how people that take their own lives are sinners that are going to burn in hell. turn public opinion in the small town against me. make my family ashamed of me

what sorry i blacked out i just need those men to be evil specifically to me

<3

[hier--soir]

I’m absolutely clawing the wall at the new Lovers Pinch my GOD. I have so many things to say but I don’t even know how to articulate them all.

1) wow wow wow nudes/suggestive pictures in fic is one of my personal top 5 kinks. It’s somehow even impossibly hotter that reader is still in her underwear! That was perfection. “Joel doesn’t stand for the rest of the class” yes yes make that old man suffer through a 90 minute hard on pls he deserves it after trying to embarrass reader like that.

2) On that note! Trying to embarrass her in class then acknowledging that she holds the power and the ball is in her court?? Perfection. I love when men are little puppies who come when called 😌😌. Throw another hissy fit and then sit by the phone and wait for her text, Joel!

3) Another one of my top 5 kinks !! stealing someone’s underwear!! I feel like you wrote this chapter just for me honestly I could cry. The way he takes those wet panties off her and BATS her hand away before closing them away at his desk?!? That will sustain me for the rest of my life istg. He’s sooo needy my god. I have to imagine he took them home hoping that would sustain him for a while. Filthy.

4) the way he took his belt off while he lectured her about teasing him and making him wait??? You’re INSANE (that’s a compliment and said with so much affection 💕)

God the constant push and pull of them is almost too much it’s so mind numbingly hot and frustrating and sexy. The embarrassment at how drunk she is, the almost rage he feels at how much he can’t resist her, the closed off “time to go home” texts from him like he’s trying not to care, the softness at the end. How fucking cool and smart reader is!! I love her, your honor!!

I feel like he wants to possess her entirely one second and then scream at her the very next for making him feel insane with need. Oh god this is perfection.

Many many forehead kisses for you thank you for the food baby 💕

oh my goodness! this has made my day, you're so lovely😭 i think i know who you are and i love seeing you in my notifs👀♥️

god i know the exact feeling of reading something and being like ME! THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR ME! so i am so glad that's how you felt with part 3!

joel is so needy, and it's so much fun to write. every hesitation between them, every shift in control, every longing glance, every filthy interaction - it all fuels me for another day lmao.

forehead kisses for you in return! tysm for taking the time to send this, it made me so happy💥💥

[angsty-violet]

Chapter 4 - Kneel

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

The cellar was humid, and the heat from it pressed down on Pete. Despite that, he continued the walk to the unairconditioned rooms in the basement of the building.

Two guards were posted at the door, and they both nodded at Pete. Pete entered and inspected it carefully. The only person inside was Kinn, looking immaculate in a navy-blue suit and a shirt unbuttoned most of the way.

“Pete,” he greeted him cheerfully. “I think you know why you’re down here.”

Pete looked at the man bound to the chair, doing his best to look defiant. “I can guess, this him?”

“Yes, this is the man that drugged your boy.”

Pete grinned in delight. He was going to enjoy this.

“I’ll leave you to it. You go ahead and do whatever you want. Let one of the guards know when you’re done, and they’ll come get me. Once they do, I’ll bring Vegas down to view your work. The guards just think you’re being tested on your faithfulness, by the way. I haven’t told anyone about you two.”

Pete nodded. “Thank you, Khun Kinn. I really appreciate that. We just want to wait a little while. We’re not ready for everyone to know.”

Kinn clapped Pete on the shoulder. “I understand. Take as much time as you two want.” Kinn stepped out of the room, and Pete was alone with the man.

He was very handsome. Pete would give him that. That wasn’t going to win him any points in this situation. Pete would admit he had a jealous streak when it came to Vegas. His boyfriend was gorgeous, and no one knew they were together. This would be a good way to exercise some of that feeling.

“Before we begin, I really need to know, why did you drug Vegas?”

The man gazed at him, his eyes smug and confident. Now that they were alone, he was taking Pete’s looks to mean that he would be kinder than Kinn. He would soon learn that was a false assumption.

“He turned me down. He turned me down. Like, I’m not the most attractive sub in that club. Like I’m not the perfect person to teach him how to be a good dom. I knew I knew that all I needed to do was get him for one night. Then you had to steal him away from me.”

Pete inspected the tools. They weren’t Vegas’, he knew that. Vegas’ tools were unique to his style. Despite that, Pete had a nice variety and an ignited hatred for this man. He picked up a pair of pliers and inspected them. Then he nodded.

“Why don’t we begin with that filthy mouth of yours? Because quite frankly, I don’t like that you have ever spoken his name. I want to remove every trace of him from you.”

The man was very pale and losing the small amount of confidence he had originally gained when Pete came into the room.

“You’re a sick fuck,” he spat. He was still trying to look like he was dangerous and just looking pathetic instead.

Pete smiled. “Yeah, I am. And my beautiful boyfriend thinks it’s wonderfully attractive when I am. Then again, so is he. I will confess that I’m getting tired of this conversation. I did promise to start with your mouth, after all. Usually, Vegas likes to begin with teeth, but I think I want to go for your tongue. I’m not as experienced in torture as he is, and it will make it easier for me to see. Not to mention that I have no need for information from you. Now, open your mouth and scream.”

Kinn escorted Vegas down to the lower levels, refusing to answer any of his questions. When they got to one of the torture rooms, he dismissed the guards and gestured for Vegas to enter. Vegas raised an eyebrow and then stepped into the room.

What was inside had him so hard his knees nearly buckled.

Pete was absolutely covered in blood.

There were the remnants of a man left in a chair, and it looked like he had been taken apart. Vegas was usually the one to do that, so for his boyfriend to be the one to take that on had him so horny he almost couldn’t stand it. Vegas knew that there was a dark side to Pete he hadn’t seen much of yet. He knew there was something underneath all the sweet smiles. It was part of why he was so attracted to him. He had both the gentleness and sweetness of a naïve boy and the ruthless cruelty of a mafia bodyguard.

Vegas tried to focus on something that wasn’t his intense arousal and found that he was likely failing to conceal how turned on he was. “What’s all this?”

Pete smiled, and Vegas almost turned himself inside out. That also threw his attempts to keep from being so horny out the window. He was only human. How could he not be turned on when his sweet, beautiful boyfriend was coated in blood and looking so wonderfully messy.

“This is the man who thought he could get away with drugging you. Kinn tracked him down and offered me the opportunity to deal with him any way I saw fit. I saw fit to make him realize why fucking with you was the worst decision he had ever made. He was very generous with me. As your brother, he has the right to deal with anyone that touches you. However, I figured you should get to kill him if you want to.” Pete offered Vegas his gun.

Vegas took it and then glanced at the man who, at a closer look, was technically alive. Vegas shrugged and then fired his gun.

“Want to come out to dinner with me?”

They were lying in bed together, both still panting from the exertion. That scene had been the best one Pete had ever had in his entire time subbing. Vegas was like a wild animal, stopping at nothing to get what he wanted. Now, though, Vegas was strangely quiet and for a moment, Pete was worried he was dropping. So far, Pete hadn’t seen many indicators that he was prone to dom drop, but sometimes, in the early days, you didn’t see it. Lighter, slower scenes wouldn’t give the full picture. If he was, they were in for a long night because that had been an intense scene. If he needed drop help, he was going to drop hard. However, Pete was wrong when Vegas suddenly spoke up.

“Did you know that I’m adopted?”

Pete didn’t think that could be true. “You and Kim could be twins.” It wasn’t just their mannerisms; sometimes, they’d both look at Pete at the same time, and Pete would feel like he was looking at one person mirrored.

Vegas laughed, and some of the anxiety eased from Pete’s chest. “Yeah, I can see why you’re confused. We do look a lot alike. But yeah, Macau and I are adopted. He and I are brothers. Originally, we were Kinn’s cousins, not his brothers.”

Pete could tell that Vegas was on the edge of telling him something important, so he turned to look at him.

“Gun, that is, my biological father beat me a lot.”

Okay, Pete’s heart was breaking. “Mine too,” Pete said softly.

Vegas turned to look at him. “When you came to work for us, I had only been part of this family for a couple of months. You noticed that I was in rough shape?”

“Yeah, I thought you had been injured on the job.” Pete couldn’t stand not having skin-on-skin contact. He rolled close and laid his arm over Vegas’ waist.

Vegas shook his head, and one of his hands came up to the deep scar that diagonally bisected his chest. “No, it wasn’t on the job. Gun got so angry he nearly beat me to death. I was in the ICU. I’m not certain what happened that night when Kinn and Pa came to the hospital. Nobody will tell me exactly. All I know is that we came here to stay, and Gun had to leave the country. I was in rough shape, even after a few months. That original mission you went on with me was supposed to ease me back into the work. The physical wounds were bad, and they took a long time to heal. But the thing that sticks with me most is….”

“The emotional ones. The ones left behind by the words and the cruelty are the ones that live on in you.”

Vegas nodded, and Pete drew him close and pressed Vegas’ head to his chest.

“You understand it. You understand me.”

Pete nodded even though he knew that Vegas wouldn’t be able to see it. “Yeah, I know. I lived it, too. I know what it’s like to try and please someone who will never be pleased. To try and get someone to love you who never will. I understand, and it’s not your fault. And I know you, and you will never be like him.”

Vegas’ eyes filled with tears, and Pete felt the warm drops hit his chest. He wrapped Vegas tightly in his arms and held him.

Pete hemmed and hawed about which outfit to wear. He wanted something sexy to look good for Vegas. But not too slutty because he didn’t want to invite invitations. It was a delicate balance for a committed sub.

“Pete, are you almost ready?”

Pete winced at Vegas’ question and threw on the first thing he could find. Black, ripped jeans that were more hole than fabric, a black lacy shirt and silver bracelets and rings. He left his neck free. That was for Vegas to dress up, not him.

Pete joined Vegas on the way to the car and had to immediately swallow. His mouth was watering at Vegas’ outfit, and Pete had to physically stop himself from drooling. Black slacks decorated with bleach dye, a red silk shirt with only two buttons and his black leather jacket. The slacks looked like they had been vacuum-sealed to his cock, and every so often, Pete would see the flash of a nipple from behind the silk.

Vegas smiled at him and took in the view. “Oh, you are definitely worth waiting for, baby. Gorgeous.”

Pete blushed and ducked his head. Vegas took that as an invitation to wrap an arm around Pete’s waist and guide him out to the car.

Pete couldn’t help but be nervous. He had always gone to Kneel alone. He was always just a single sub, hoping to find someone who could take care of him for the night. One-night stands and always leaving their homes feeling empty inside. Just one of dozens of subs doing the same. But today, that wasn’t him.

Today, he was going in on the arm of a beautiful dom. Today, he was going to be one of those subs he had always envied with their consistent doms and satisfied expressions.

They pulled into the parking lot, and Vegas killed the engine. However, he made no move to get out of the car. He hesitated, and his confident demeanor slipped away.

“I have something for you, but I understand if it’s too soon. We’ve only been going out for a few weeks, and I know that this is a pretty serious step.”

Pete wasn’t sure what to expect, but he definitely wasn’t expecting a collar.

Pete breathed out a shaky breath. “Vegas, I would love to wear your collar. It would be my greatest honor to walk in there and have them all know that I belong to you.”

Vegas smiled shyly and gestured for Pete to lean closer. He did, and Vegas put the collar around Pete’s neck. He purposefully left it pretty loose. There would be a time for a restricting collar. However, tonight, this was about showing the whole world who Pete belonged to.

[tigerkirby215]

Oopsie poopsie Riot did a fucky wucky uwu

It's been a bit since I've announced I'm basically quitting League and well... a lot has happened huhn? Between Riot not caring about the start of Season 13 and the OpenGL 1.1 shitshow I feel like I need to talk about the future of this blog.

1. WILL YOU KEEP MAKING D&D 5E CONTENT?

Yes. This is still the main TTRPG system I play and until the open gaming license completely forbids this blog I'll likely keep posting builds here. If OpenGL 1.1 comes out I'll likely be labeling all my builds with #WoTCBad & #OpenDnD for the foreseeable future but this won't impact what I post on this blog. Me boycotting WoTC's D&D branch won't stop me from posting builds with the content I have.

I might transition more into homebrew promotion if 5e's official content proves lazy and shady, but I am hesitant to turn this blog into primarily a homebrew blog if OpenGL 1.1 takes control.

2. WHAT ABOUT OTHER TTRPGS?

I don't know. I don't play other TTRPGs much: I have no interest in Pathfinder which would be the most obvious transition, and other systems would be... odd to move to, especially given the usual IPs I make D&D builds for.

Speaking of which...

3. WILL THERE BE MORE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS CONTENT?

Yes, but I don't see myself having any significant hype for new champions given the state of League after season 12 / moving into season 13. The game is moving in a direction I don't particularly enjoy or have interest in, and it's hard for me to find motivation to make content when I don't like the game. I still love League's characters which is why builds for at least K'Sante are coming but beyond that is up in the air.

3.1. WHAT ABOUT OTHER RIOT GAMES CONTENT?

Oh absolutely! If other games from Riot Games or Riot Forge provide compelling kits for TTRPG characters I may build them. The problem obviously lies both in the games I'm adapting (it's not like I can make much out of Legends of Runeterra) as well as how recognizable the characters are.

I have no interest in Valorant (though I'm not against trying?) so don't expect any Valorant builds. I'd like to stick to the Runeterra IP basically.

4. SO WHAT'S COMING THEN?

Not too sure. Not only did both Riot and WoTC do a fucky wucky, but I'm very busy with my own D&D campaign, a new semester of schooling and just... life? I have a lot less time in a psychology major than I do in my old business major is all I'll say.

I don't hate the current state of Dead by Daylight so I'm willing to provide promotion for that particular skinner box. Beyond that I'm not invested in many other games with the exception of... some...

Maybe I'll try to snag the Cult of the Lamb build before Tulok makes one. Maybe I'll finally go through my back catalogue of one-off builds. Maybe I'll become a filthy DOTA 2 player once again.

5. ANYWHERE ELSE TO FOLLOW YOU?

Linked above is one of my tweets: I'm active on Twitter (perhaps too active) but I primarily just shitpost about Dead by Daylight there. I do other things... but yeah it's mostly DbD shitposting.

If I go MIA on Tumblr again you can find me on Twitter, basically. And if I go MIA on Twitter then I'm probably going to be here lol.

[uglypastels]

okay getting to the other stuff now that i’ve said my piece about the heart-wrenching cliffhanger you’re going to keep me up at night with lmao

- he was scared of losing her and was just gonna go be sad in his room by himself🥺

- even though he’s a good pirate (can’t believe i’m a pirate apologist now) he’s killed people before but what sits heaviest with him is that he’s hurt her!!! stfu that’s so pure

- as soon as he said to just call him eddie… oh babeyyy i knew shit was abt to go down in a sinful way. but no! poor eddie was blue balled, reader had a terrifying dream, and us (actual) readers were on the edge of our fucking seat

- the crew said they’d miss her!!

- hellfire shot first, right? (i kept getting interrupted trying to read that part so it’s fuzzy to me) WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE THE RED TAIL SANK I NEED THIS BACKSTORY OH MY GOD

CAN WE TALK ABT THE SMUT JFC. cause you rly fucking delivered on that

- ‘Really? The princess had thought of me, a filthy pirate?’ ‘I’m not a princess.’ You rolled your eyes playfully. ‘Out of all the things to dispute, you argue my words of affection?’

- ^fucking swooning over these lines

- ‘So you can be good for me.’

- ^this one too

- him admitting he lost his control due to jealousy!!! idec if it’s toxic (only cause this isn’t real life) jealous eddie is so hot

- as a tit (wo)man myself, i have to give my thanks for including boob stuff *chefs kiss*

more comments of after the smut cause i apparently have a million fucking thoughts abt this chapter i’m sorry😭

- they comforted each other after their nightmares that is so goddamn sweet im SICK

- ‘I had honesty considered just locking you away and keeping you forever, but I am a man of my word, am I not?’ HE SHOULD HAVE JUST KEPT HER THERE FOREVER. TURNED TF AROUND AND NEVER LOOKED BACK

- reader writing the ransom note and changing the whole story to try to spare eddie/hellfire was so smart oh my god u rly had me fooled that they weren’t gonna get in any trouble and be seen as fucking heroes or smth

- the comment abt him not having carpet fr cracked me up

- he read her mind and shut the idea of staying with him down:(( that son of a bitch (still love him tho)

- and he didn’t tie her hands tight so she could start swinging at any moment!! (c o m e o n reader…we’re fucking waiting! punch ur dad in the face!)

- ‘governor, i see we meet again’ again!!! AGAIN?!!?!

amazing fucking chapter. ur updates always make me so excited, and i’m eagerly waiting for more<333

Dont mind me just giddily giggling over all of this 🤭 but its really hard for me to reply bc i am just rereading your comments and kicking my feet with joy. You really know how to butter me up lmao and i wish i could write rn but i'll be at the beach the whole day so i will have to do with daydreams and the notes app- which, btw, do not ever again apologise for sharing your thoughts!! I as a professional attention whore absolutely thrive off of this so please do not stop

Well, ya know the title of the fic, and it is eddie so you know he's a sweetiepie at heart. He's just been through stuff (and yessss we will find out what. All questions will be answered i hope (unless people have questions to things i did not even consider but so far i dont think that has been the case???).

And listen, with [fan]fiction, there is no such thing as red flags 🫤🙄 only black ones with skulls on them 🏴‍☠️ and toxicity is what makes everything that extra bit spicy.

I am a bit sorry for blueballing yall at the beginning, but if i hadnt then we would not have gotten the rest of the chapter as it is now?? And that counts for something suuurely

plus, i tried to hold off on the smut as long as i could bc i really really do not like writing it, as much as i am an avid lover of it, which brings me to my next point of i really appreciate all the comments on the smut bc i honestly dont know what in doing most times and it was probably the main reason why it took so long to write this chapter because i just freeze up at the mention of genitalia lmao. My brain just becomes that cymbal monkey.

Hehe i was really proud of that pirate/princess line. And the carpet one. Just gotta break up the heaviness sometimes ya know. And you just know these two have that kind of "deprication as love language" affair. Is that a even a thing? Well i made it a thing. Especially since its basically canon for this au that eddie has a major degradation kink.

In a perfect world, they would have been welcomed as heroes, but in a perfect world they also would never have kidnapped her so 🫠

And yes Again 😌

[kharti]

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Presented with the arse of a man who wanted it fucked by Stede left him absolutely speechless.

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Presented with the arse of a man who wanted it fucked by Stede left him absolutely speechless.

Jack wanted him, him, wanted to be taken in dirty and filthy ways, and wanted Stede to be the one to do them. Oh, it was nothing short of a wonder, and Stede had to marvel at this crass and crude man who wanted him.

It was so improper to crave someone the way Stede did in this moment. He felt the weight of every carnal urge he had ever pushed down and locked away and tried to not even think about.

And for once in his life, he was going to give in.

“How do I—” he started to ask before he hesitated and glanced away. “I don’t want to do it wrong.”

Jack gave a wanton wiggle of his hips. “Only way to do it wrong is to not do it at all, man.”

Taking a breath in and releasing it slowly, Stede stepped into the tub and kneeled behind him, trembling fingers reaching for the round cheeks that were so warm to the touch that it actually soothed him.

There was heat, here. Not just from the bath water, but radiating from Jack, from his skin and his grin and his mischievous glance over his shoulder.

“Enjoying the view?”

Stede’s eyes were transfixed on the crease between those cheeks, dark and hairy and—and so inviting that he didn’t really think about the movement of his hands as they pulled Jack’s cheeks apart to expose him completely.

He traced the path from the tailbone to the hole he’d never actually seen on another man and on further down along the nondescript skin that led to the sack that swayed with another wiggle of Jack’s hips.

“Come on, ba—” Jack’s body tensed and, awkwardly, he corrected, “Darling. Darlin’. Come on. Stop teasing.”

“I’m not teasing,” Stede said absently as he slid one hand toward the man’s center and felt the puckered skin. “I’m just wondering how this… works.”

He tried to press his thumb inside with some success, but it was such a tight fit that he worried.

“How it works?” Jack grunted and pressed back to take the digit deeper. “Ya stick it in over and over until one of us cums.”

Stede tittered a nervous laugh. “No, I mean—how on earth am I going to fit?”

“Yeah, that monster cock is gonna rearrange my guts, but that’s half the fun.”

Stede choked and pulled his hands away. “That—That’s just a turn of phrase, right?”

He imagined it too vividly, recalled the last time he’d suffered from stomach cramps, and the sudden fear was only made worse when he looked down at his erection and tried to gauge how deep he could actually reach—

“Fucking shit, darling, it’s just some words, yeah, turn of face, whatever you said, okay?” Jack grunted as he threw himself back hard enough that his ass collided with Stede’s hips, nearly knocking him over backwards and sending water splashing against the sides of the tub. “Fucking fuck me already!”

Stede was overcome with all the sensations, in particular the soft, warm skin of Jack’s balls as all the movement forced the head of his cock to press against them. It knocked the thoughts right out of his head, sent him into a whole-body shudder and even a moan he didn’t know he could make.

He dug his fingers into the curve of Jack’s ass and sucked in a shaky breath.

“Okay,” he said as he exhaled and straightened up. “All right, then.”

He looked down at that crease again, stared at the center of where he was supposed to penetrate and tried not to worry while he lined himself up and gave the first nudge against it.

“Oh, shit, fuck,” Jack groaned, pushing back just a bit.

“It’s not going to fit,” Stede muttered. He winced as he felt the resistance and leaned back to put enough distance between them that he could slide his hand into place. “I think, maybe, I should—?”

Jack slapped a hand against the side of the tub. “Yeah, okay, fine!”

“I’ll try to make it quick,” Stede said, possibly lied.

In the books he’d read in secret and shame, there were very little technical details of the act. Metaphors, usually. Grunts and moans and thrusts and two becoming one, melting inside and out, the tight heat of being inside another man…

He had, of course, toyed with himself on a few curious occasions. Pressed a finger there just the way he was doing to Jack now, and the soapy water made their skin slick enough that his finger slipped in with ease. He pushed deeper inside and gave an experimental crook to feel around.

He knew there was something in there, a little deeper, that if he hit it at just the right angle—

“Fuck!” Jack gasped out when Stede found it, a tremor quaking through him that could be both seen and felt.

Stede smiled a little too giddily for what should be a moment of sensual desire, but he couldn’t help it. The more he teased that spot with small circular rubs of his fingertip, the more he drew out of the man in front of him.

Jack was gripping the edge of the tub, his knuckles gone white, audible pants filling the otherwise quiet space.

“The fuck—the fuck is that?” Jack dropped his forehead to rest it on one hand. “Feels so good, baby—d-darling, damn—”

Stede leaned down to kiss the curve at the small of his back and worked another finger inside to really go at it on that spot. “I honestly haven’t the faintest idea,” he whispered, his lips brushing over the bumps of the man’s spine. “But I’m glad it feels good to you, too.”

“Bet it’d feel better if it was your dick hittin’ it.”

Stede huffed a quiet laugh and dared to lick a bead of sweat he found rolling down Jack’s shoulder blade, then just dragged his tongue the rest of the way up until he could kiss his neck. “I promise, just a little bit longer.”

Jack muttered several curses under his breath. If he was protesting the kisses, his body betrayed him with a tilt of his head to bare more of his neck.

With a happy little hum, Stede started to suck on the proffered crook of Jack’s neck while he spread his fingers apart and back together. He didn’t know what combination of things was having an effect, but Jack seemed—looser, more relaxed.

So he pulled his fingers out and tried not to snort his amusement when Jack actually whined in protest. He hurried to coat his cock in more soapy water, and lined himself up again to replace the loss.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jack chanted, pushing against him, forcing the head of Stede’s cock inside him, tight but slick. “Hell yes! Shove it in, don’t fucking hold back, b—darlin’.”

“Okay,” Stede whispered into the man’s hair that smelled of alcohol and soap.

And then he slammed his hips flush to Jack’s ass in one hard thrust.

It wasn’t quite a sob nor a scream, but something in between was torn out of Jack’s throat as he was rocked into the side of the tub from the force of it. Stede froze up and started to apologize, but then Jack was rocking himself along the length of him, rolling his hips to fuck himself and that was more than enough to assuage his concerns.

“Please, god,” Jack mumbled like a quiet prayer when Stede held his hips still and started to slide into him. “Don’t go slow, please, baby, darling, I can’t stand slow, I—”

“Shh,” Stede whispered against his ear that he briefly took between his teeth. “I’ve got you.”

“You sure as shit better.” Jack sounded distinctly desperate, almost pleading, and he turned his head to chase Stede’s lips with his own, his tongue trying to plunge into his mouth.

Stede couldn’t deny him, didn’t want to. He moved one hand to Jack’s jaw to help align them, meeting the tongue with his own, getting the hang of this deep kissing thing.

Jack’s hand reached up and buried in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, trying to hold him in place while he all but devoured him. Stede started to thrust into him again, hard enough that the water around them splashed almost as loud as Jack’s moans.

Stede wanted to do more, but there was too much going on, their bodies moving too frantic and his senses overwhelmed by the tightness around his cock and the heat of their sloppy kiss. It was all sloppy, in fact, an animalistic rut in a bath tub with their bodies twisted in an odd angle.

But neither seemed deterred. Stede knew he certainly wasn’t, and Jack seemed to be struggling to keep his breathing under control. They were panting together, their bodies pressed close, hands and fingers and kissing and fucking—

He could cum right then, his body more than ready to give in, but his mind was desperate to hold on.

Jack said it was a race to finish first, or something like that, and Stede didn’t want it to be over so soon.

He didn’t want to face the fact that it was just sex, and that when it was over, it was all over.

So he tightened his grip on Jack’s hip and tried—tried not to think about how absolutely wonderful it felt to fuck someone like this, to enjoy the carnal pleasure of taking him over and over, harder and harder—

There was a familiar twitch in his balls, and he knew he was about to lose it, so he quickly changed position, pulling away and sitting up on his knees so he could drive himself into Jack with all his focus.

He found the angle that drew that high-pitched keen out of Jack and put everything he had into pounding that spot until, just when his voice seemed to give out, Jack shuddered beneath him and went so tight around him it actually hurt.

It was such a relief to bring his partner to orgasm that Stede almost wept as his own was all but forced out of him by the sight of Jack trembling, overcome and overwhelmed, because of Stede, because of Stede fucking him.

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Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal.  You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”

[redredcherrywine]

As a mother, the stress of adulthood is tripled when you have little lives depending on you too, I have four kids, (my youngest is 17 and my eldest is 23 so u can kinda get the gist of how old I am lol) I was 18 when I had my first born and boyy, let me tell you- it is hard, now you’re not responsible for just yourself, you’re responsible for a kid too and as a teen mother I was demeaned horribly, people don’t treat me like a person, they treat me like a mom, just an addition to my kids and I have absolutely no free time on top of working, taking my kids to school, doing chores, taking my eldest two kids to their TAFE courses, my schedule has to be meticulous so I can make sure everything happens when it should and I miss out on a lot of things to make sure my kids don’t miss out on anything.

It’s especially hard when they’re young and aren’t capable of helping but since growing up, my seventeen year old has helped so much in the house with the dishes when she sees them dirty and I’m at work, she makes dinner when I have a Night Shift and come home tired, she’s a true blessing just like her siblings.

I worry a lot about money with them, it’s hard to get enough groceries when prices keep going up and I’m not my own priority, my kids are- that’s something you never understand until you’re a mother, the stress of it. You can raise your younger siblings and feel that stress sure (I practically raised all six of my siblings with my brother) but you never understand a parents stress until you are one. It’s completely different and it’s so overwhelming and more often than not: frustrating.

There had been so many times with kids screaming and crying and my two hours worth of sleep that I swore I regretted bringing a baby home, but that’s stress talking, coming home from busy work to a still dirty house with toddlers screaming and needing to be changed, bathed, fed and then I have to make dinner for myself and my husband at the time, and then after dinner I have to wash the dishes, vacuum the house, pick up that days play toys and put the kids to bed too; you get the gist of the workload and as a parent it’s stuff you have to do, you can’t slack on it, there’s obligation and that obligation there is also pressure. I cant properly describe it because again, it’s something you wont ever know until you’re a parent for the first time but that kind of stress on top of daily adult life? It’s one of the worst kinds. I can’t count of both hands the amount of nights I went hungry so my kids got to eat, the showers I never had time for so my hair was matted and greasy, the fact I slept so little I would pass out in the living room trying to breastfeed, everything I owned was filthy or broken because kids don’t understand sentimental value when they’re that young, etc

Cherish your teenage years and don’t always look on the bad side of things, don’t doom yourself with Chronic Loner Syndrome and spend all your time locked inside on a laptop, you’re only going to fuck yourself over doing that and you’re gonna be miserable if all you can see is the misery you’re feeling! @astertaster has a great point on her other reblog. If you only see the bad, you’re only gonna feel the bad- and if you don’t look after yourself, you’re not gonna feel good. Shower, eat a decent meal, make friends, don’t waste your teenage years complaining about what it could have been! You have to MAKE it that because it gets worse in adulthood before it gets better

You think you’re burnt out in your teenage years but then you hit twenty, you want to move away from a toxic household and rent alone is a grand at the end of the month if not more so you’re working 24/7 at a job where nobody cares how you are as long as your work performance is good, then you come home to parents who know you have money from your shift and will do nothing but demand you put it towards their house because you can’t ‘live with them and not throw in’ but they’re the reason you can’t leave because they won’t let you save up the money to fucking get out of here, you don’t get time for friends, passions or hobbies because your shifts are five plus hours alone and now you’re just begging to go back to school and to a time where you didn’t have to pay rent or work or worry about any of these things

[hyuckshaze]

zoom shenanigans - l.dh

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SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call. 

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear. 

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’. 

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.” 

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Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

“ 

MESSAGES

Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear! 

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Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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