#Rip Their Hearts Out And Rip Mine Out Too

[hoshifighting]

omg hiiii, thank you sm for writing like all of the writing pieces are so insane and so good, can i request overstimulated reader to the point of crying (but on comfort level, ofc) with joshua our gentleman. have a good day <3

joshua overstimulating reader

a/n: thank you for all the love <3

WARNINGS: smut, vibrator, leg restraint, mentions of aftercare, dirty talk, a bit of dumbification, praising

“oh, poor baby,” joshua coos, his voice syrupy sweet, like he's trying to comfort you who is currently trembling and barely holding it together. "what's wrong, princess? too much?"

your legs twitch against the restraints, uselessly tugging, and your head is shaking no-no-no because it’s too much, but you’re also nodding because if he stops now, you’ll probably cry for a different reason. the vibrator against your clit is relentless, buzzing away, and your whole body is trembling, overstimulated to the point where tears are streaking down your cheeks.

“aww honey, look at you,” he hums, brushing a strand of hair out of your sweaty face like you’re some kind of fragile artwork. “so pretty when you cry for me. you like being like this, huh? all dumb and desperate?”

you let out this broken sob, trying to arch your back, trying to do anything to escape or chase more—honestly, you don’t even know anymore. his fingers trace your thigh, featherlight, but you flinch like he’s shocking you.

“shh, shh,” he soothes, though there’s nothing soft about the smirk on his lips. “my princess is so sensitive, isn’t she? such a good girl, taking everything i give her.”

“shua—!” you gasp, voice cracking as another wave of pleasure punches through you. your hips buck uselessly, your thighs straining against the restraints, and you don’t even realize you’re crying harder until he reaches out to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“shh, baby, it’s okay,” he coos, his thumb pressing gently against your trembling bottom lip. “all messy, all mine. you wanted this, didn’t you?”

“yes,” you manage to choke out, voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator and your own wrecked whines.

“good girl,” he praises, and fuck, the way he says it makes you clench around nothing, your body shaking even harder. “you’re so good for me. so perfect, letting me use this pretty little body of yours.”

his hand slides down, grazing your overstimulated core, and you let out this wrecked, high-pitched noise that makes him chuckle. “but you’re so dumb right now, aren’t you, baby? can’t even think straight, huh?”

you shake your head, another sob ripping from your throat, and he looks so fucking pleased with himself, like this is exactly where he wanted you—completely undone, totally at his mercy.

“my pretty little princess,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead so sweetly it makes your heart ache. “you’re doing so well for me. just a little more, okay? you can take it, can’t you?”

“i—i don’t—i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cuts you off, his voice firm but still kind, like he’s talking you through a particularly rough workout. “you’re my strong girl, remember? my good girl. you can give me one more, right? i will help you. shua will cuddle with you after you cum one more time, what do you think?”

the thought makes you whine while you chase the vibrator and his hand at the same time. he smiles widely when he notices that the thought of cuddling with him excites you this much.

[thedreamingdevil]

Trapped And Tied

Kim Bora/SuA �� Male Reader

Trigger Warning: Rape

No Tags, Proceed At Your Own Risk

4,541 Words

You're standing in the crowded Town Hall, surrounded by cheesy decorations and fake Christmas cheer, when you spot her - SuA, the K-pop idol dressed up as a slutty Santa. She's rocking a skimpy red top that barely contains her tits, a short red skirt that's giving you a glimpse of her thick thighs, and a pair of white high boots that are making her look like a freaking sex doll.

She's joking around with the other attendees, calling herself "Suanta" and laughing like she's the queen of Christmas. Staring at her, your eyes fixed on her curvy small body and those juicy thighs. You've always had a thing for beautiful older women, and SuA is like the ultimate mommy fantasy come true.

As you're admiring her from afar, you notice her excusing herself and heading to the backroom to grab some supplies for the donation segment. Your eyes follow her and you can't resist the urge to sneak after her. You make your way through the crowd, your heart racing, and slip into the backroom just as she's bending down to grab some boxes.

"Hello there, Mommy Santa," you say, your voice low as you approach her from behind. SuA turns around, a look of surprise on her face, and that's when you use your chance. You lunge at her, your hands wrapping around her neck like a vice. "You're so hot, Suanta," you mock as you start to choke her.

SuA's eyes widen in shock, and she tries to struggle, but you're too strong. You squeeze tighter, feeling her warm breath on your face, and watch as her face starts to turn blue. "Mommy's going to pass out?" Her eyes roll back, and she goes limp in your arms.

You feel a rush of excitement as you smash the back of her head against the wall, the sound of the impact making your cock harder. You punch her in the kidney, just for good measure. "You're so weak," you sneer, feeling her body weaken even more.

When she loses consciousness, you quickly scan the room, looking for something to restrain her with. That's when you spot the wires lying around on the shelf. You grab them and start to tie up her limbs, pulling them tight around the metal rack. SuA's meaty thighs are pulled up by the wires, spread wide, making your mouth water.

"You're all mine now," you whisper, as you step back to admire your handiwork. SuA's body is completely at your mercy tied against the rack.

You're staring at SuA's squished pussy, your eyes glued to the spot where her safety shorts are squeezed between her slit. You're so hard it hurts, and you need to get your cock out - now. You unzip your jeans and pull your dick out through the zipper, feeling a rush of relief as it springs free.

"Ah, that's better," you mutter, giving your cock a few lazy strokes.

First things first, you take her boots off, leaving those sexy stockings on. You love the way they look on her calves, all tight and shiny. Next, you rip her skirt in half and yank it off her hips. “Mommy's got some nice undies on," you say, licking your lips.

But you're saving her pussy for last, so the next piece to go is her top. You tear and pull it off, leaving her in a lacy black bra, and step closer to fondle her tits. You sigh, salivating at their softness. With a tug, her bra is discarded, and her tits bounce free, dark brown nipples stiffening in the cold air.

Your hand slides down to her waist, and you hook two fingers inside the waistband of her shorts, tearing the fabric in half. "Oh, fucking hell," you mutter when you finally see her bare pussy, a thin layer of trimmed hair decorating her pubic mound, a pink bud peeking out.

You slowly stroke your swollen cock, admiring her hot body, and let out a low whistle, your eyes fixed on her cunt. One free hand lashes out, slapping one of her boobs, leaving a red handprint. SuA whimpers, but she's still out cold. Not satisfied with just that, you slap her other boob, making it jiggle.

Your hand slid lower to her tummy before reaching her pussy. Two of your fingers dip between her slit, rubbing until you can feel the wetness she produces. "Let's test how much of a slut our Santa is," you say, looking at her unconscious face and hungrily staring at her pussy.

You deliberately push your middle finger in, feeling the soft, warm wetness of her insides, and no blockage at all. You bury your finger deep until your palm smacks her crotch, and her body reacts, her thighs toning up and her toes wriggling.

You pump your finger in and out, while slapping her face repeatedly, asking her to wake up. "It's time to wake up and play with my cock," your voice rising in excitement. SuA's still out cold, but you don't care - you're too busy enjoying her body, and you're just getting started.

You're finger-fucking SuA's pussy faster, causing it to get wetter, making a squelching sound as your fingers slide in and out. Her head falls forward, her long dark hair sticking to her beautiful face.

She's gradually regaining consciousness, whimpering as her hands and legs strain against the tight wire. You squeeze her boob with your free hand, pulling her back to her senses quicker by the pinching pain.

As she becomes fully conscious, she feels your fingers moving inside her private area, and her eyes widen in horror. "Yah, what the fuck are you doing?!" she screams, trying to struggle against the wires. "Ugh! Let me go! Unnie! Somebody help—"

She starts screaming for help, calling her manager but you're not having it. You punch her stomach, making her gasp harshly. "Don't be too loud," you tell her firmly. "You love this, or you wouldn't be getting this wet, right?”

You pull your fingers out of her slick pussy and shove them inside her mouth, pressing your body against her. The underside of your rock-hard cock pressed between her inner lips, making her eyes go wide.

Your fingers poke her throat, causing her to gag, her eyes watering. "Uweghhh— ughhh… uweghhh," she's trying to push your fingers out of her mouth using her tongue but you keep pressing down on the back of her tongue, triggering her gag reflex.

With your fingers still in her mouth, you grab her lower jaw with your thumb, lifting her face to look at you. "This is what you get for being such a cockteasing slut,” your tone dripping with malice. "You get an unwanted dick in your pussy."

SuA's eyes are filled with tears, but you just laugh, your other hand lining up your cockhead with her entrance. She struggles, her body arching back in a futile attempt to move away from you. Her head is shaken frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks like a river of despair.

Your hips move forward, breaching her tight entrance with the thick tip of your cock, and you hiss on her face, "Scream all you want, but you're not going to be saved. Be grateful that it's not some stinky old men raping your holes.”

The sound of your cock sliding into her silk-like pussy is music to your ears, a wet slapping noise that echoes through the room, accompanied by SuA's gagging. Your cock is buried deep inside her, the velvety insides of her pussy wrapping around your shaft, making you curse in sheer pleasure.

You look down at the sight of your cock disappearing into her cunt, and your hand inside her mouth presses her head against the metal rack, making her gag and drool even more. SuA's body is jerking and convulsing, she sobs and groans.

Her brain is reeling from the shock of being raped by a stranger, and it's putting a lot of heavy pressure on her mind. But you don't care - you're too high enjoying the tightness of her pussy, the way it's wrapping around your cock like a warm, wet glove.

Pulling back, enjoying every friction, you snap your hips upward into SuA's now wetter pussy, again, then again, and again. Every deeper thrust slams her sweaty back against the rack, making the metal creak in protest, while your balls smack her asshole, slick with the fluid produced by her pussy.

Her slit wraps tight around your thick girth like a rubber. "Oh, fuck… This is a delicious pussy as expected of Queen SuA." SuA's response is another retching, so you remove your fingers from her tongue. She coughs, her body shaking. The sound of your cock slamming into her pussy is getting louder, more intense, and your climax building up.

Your hand, wet with her saliva, grabs onto her boob as a handle, and you pound her harder, jolting her body up and down. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum so much." You look down, gripping her already reddened thigh tighter, leaving a bruise, and order her, "Tell me you want my cum. Say it."

SuA bites back a moan, her eyes flashing with defiance. “You… ughh— a piece of shit… go kill yourself,” she strains her voice out, before spitting on your face.

But you just laugh; a cold, mirthless sound, and choke her hard, making her involuntarily clench her pussy, giving more pleasure. "We could've ended this sooner, but you decided to be a lying bitch, huh?" you say, your brain is conjuring more wicked things to do to her.

You ignore those evil thoughts for now, losing yourself in the incredible sensations of SuA's tight pussy squeezing your cock, even as you choke her mercilessly. Her velvety walls hug you so snugly, almost as if she doesn't want to let you go, desperate to milk you for everything you've got.

Gritting your teeth, you plunge into her over and over, the wet squelching noises drowning out her strangled wheezes for air. Each time you pull out, globs of her arousal cling to your shaft before you slam back in, stuffing her full again.

You groan as her inner muscles ripple around you, coaxing you closer to the edge. Your balls draw up tight, the pressure inside your stomach reaching an unbearable peak as you rut into her faster, deeper, harder. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her throat and thigh, no doubt leaving bruises.

You can hold back no longer. With a bestial snarl, you yank her onto your cock to the hilt and explode, painting her unprotected insides with thick ropes of cum.

SuA's eyes roll back, her mouth gaping open in a silent despair as your potent seed floods her helpless womb. You keep pumping your hips, pumping her full for nearly a whole minute until you're spent. Panting, you watch the excess semen oozing out around your still-buried cock, dribbling down.

When you look up, her face is ashen, her body stiff as a board. The thin wires cut into her sensitive skin as her chest heaves in desperate gasps. "Oh, you want to breathe?" You taunt with a cruel smirk. "Maybe I should just finish the job, huh?"

You lean down, dragging your tongue through the tears and snot streaking her face. Her lips are slack, saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth. Your tongue slips inside, slurping, lapping up the moisture before sucking her tongue. Her eyes are vacant by the time you pull back.

Just as her pupils disappear, you release your grip on her neck. There's a loud, painful whoosh as SuA drags in a shuddering breath. You scoff and pull your softening dick out of her well-used cunt with a wet pop. A river of cum pours out, pooling on the floor between her splayed legs. She looks utterly wrecked, a mess of your making.

You stand back and admire your handiwork, phone in hand snapping photos of SuA's battered, ravaged body splayed out before you. Bruises and sweats smear her skin, her clothes torn to shreds.

The idol's head lifts weakly, glassy eyes meeting yours as she mumbles through split lips, "You've had your fun, you got what you wanted. Please, just let me go..."

SMACK! Your palm cracks across her face hard enough to snap her head to the side. "Oh no, we've barely gotten started," you laugh, delivering another slap to her other cheek. You set your phone down on a crate nearby.

Turning to the door, you casually shrug off your jacket, sauntering over and grab a crowbar. Jamming it between the door handles, you wrap a heavy chain around and lock it tight, sealing you both in.

"Let's play a game," you propose, voice dripping with sadistic glee. "As long as no one finds you, I won't stop even if you're dead meat. So you better pray real hard that someone discovers your ass soon.”

SuA begins thrashing against her bonds, her struggles only fueling your twisted lust further. You drink in the sight of her naked, sweaty body, helpless and vulnerable, all yours to utterly ruin. Striding back over, you slide your jeans down, freeing your glistening, rock-hard cock.

The idol's eyes go wide as saucers, breaths coming fast and panicked. "What more do you want from me!? This isn't right!" she sobs hysterically, tears carving tracks through the grime on her face. "Please, just let me go! Why are you doing this to me?!"

You throw your head back and laugh at her desperation. "C'mon, you know damn well that body of yours is too fucking hot," you mock, reaching down to grab your shaft. "It's a sin not to utterly destroy a piece of ass like you; to ruin you until you can't take anymore."

"NO! I'm not!" she screams, voice rising in pitch. "I'm only doing my job! Fanservice, p-pleasing the fans!"

"Then think of this as extra credit," you shrug with a cruel smirk. "A bit of hardcore service, just for me." You walk over to the table laden with chemicals - bleach, soap, and more.

SuA shrieks at you, "You're raping me! Assaulting me! This isn't fanservice, you're sick! Stop!"

"I love listening to your scream," you coo, grabbing the bleach and duct tape. "But can't risk you alerting the whole building though. Wouldn't want you to have a bunch of audience for this."

She begins cursing you out, still struggling futilely. You pinch her nipple hard, pulling her breast taut until she cries. "Shut the fuck up." Not wasting the opportunity, you shove the bleach bottle between her slack lips, horizontally towards her throat.

SuA's eyes blow wide with terror. "Exercise that throat or you will choke to death. Let's see what other talents that mouth has."

You force that bleach bottle deeper down SuA's throat. Her eyes go wide with shock and pain. She gags and chokes around the bulbous object stretching her tight esophagus, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her jaw aches from being forced open so wide. You grip her hair tight, holding her head in place as you give the end of the bottle a harsh smack with your palm.

"Glurk...cckk...gahh!" SuA retches violently, drool splattering out the corners of her stretched lips. The thick bottle is lodged deep but a few inches still protrude from her mouth. You wrap duct tape around her head, sealing it in place and tugging sharply on her hair as you press the adhesive to her skin.

She wheezes for air as you trace a finger along the shape of the bottle's outline, feeling it press against her flesh from the inside of her neck. Another groan escapes her as you punch her stomach, adding to her misery. Then your fist collides with her pussy, the brutal impact making her jerk.

"Ooohhgg—” The painful cry is muffled by the bottle gagging her. Her saliva drips steadily from the corners of her mouth to splatter on the floor. You palm your cock as you admire her utterly wrecked form, trembling and helpless in her bonds. Aiming a sly grin at her pleading eyes, you free one of her legs, allowing it to thrash weakly.

"Hahh...ngghh..." She groans and tries to kick you but you easily catch her knee, pinning it high. "Still got some fight in you, huh? Let's put it to better use."

Her other leg joins the first and she immediately drops onto your hard cock, the thick head spearing into her cunt. "Hnngh! Oooohh!" She wails around the bottle, tender pussy clamping down on the intrusion. You hoist her up and slam her down repeatedly, spearing into her battered hole over and over. Her legs quake and thighs clench as you rail her deep.

SuA's muffled cries and gurgles fill the room as you pound her pussy upward. Her nose runs, snot dripping over her chin. Drool pours from down her neck as she quivers on your pistoning cock. You huff with the force of your thrusts, tightening your grip on her legs. Her cervix takes a ruthless pummeling as you impale her again and again, her body jolting with each impact of your balls against her ass.

SuA sobs brokenly, pussy clenching down as her orgasm crashes through her. Her muscles lock up. You bury yourself to the hilt one final time and explode, flooding her abused hole with your hot seed. She can only writhe as your cum gushes into her spasming pussy.

When you finally pull out, jizz and cum drips from her gaping fuckhole. SuA whimpers and mewls around her gag, snot bubbles popping on her upper lip. Her eyes go glazed. You ruined her up good. She's irrevocably broken. Her career and future, all gone.

So you're just standing there, catching your breath, totally buzzed from busting so many nuts inside this legit idol. Like, who saw that coming? It’s so wild and terrific you’re not even thinking about the shitstorm that’s going to rain down later.

You look down and SuA's legs are practically tap-dancing on their tiptoes, all shaky, with your jizz still oozing out of her sopping, pink slit. Her head’s just hanging there, all limp, and she’s drooling a cocktail of spit and snot all over her heaving boobs.

Both of you are drenched in sweat, glistening like you just ran a marathon. She’s a total mess, a beautiful, broken mess. But honestly? It’s not quite enough, is it? That wicked itch is still there, even though your dick feels like a deflated balloon for now.

You grab her chin and tilt her face up, then whack her cheek hard. She gasps, her throat making these weird noises around the bottle jammed in her mouth. "Nobody's found us yet, so how about we play some more?”

Extreme and nasty descriptions ahead. If any reader is not into that type of thing, feel free to skip ahead and pretend the fanfic ended above.

She just shakes her head slowly, her eyes barely open, like she's watching you through a fog. Her legs are going through the motions of walking, but she's stuck, just making her look even more pathetic. You rummage through these boxes next to the rack she's tied to and pull out this rusty-looking steel eye hook.

The tip's kinda dull, but the rest of it seems alright. You hold it up, your eyes meeting her wide, terrified ones. You grin. "So, how deep do you think you can take this up your ass?" you ask, your voice all casual. She can’t even scream properly anymore, just watching you come closer. "I mean," you continue, "you love showing off that ass, right? You must be a pro at gaping it."

You drop the hook for a sec and grab a coil of wire. You yank her ankles up to her shoulders and tie them to the rack poles right next to her head. She's folded in half like a pretzel, practically offering her tiny, pale asshole on a silver platter. "As expected. Got to rip that hole open first so my dick can actually fit."

It's hard to tell if she’s crying, screaming, or begging – it all sounds like muffled groans. You pick up the hook again, teasingly dragging it across her soaked pussy, coating the dull metal in your combined fluids. Then you slide it towards her asshole. This thing is as thick as your wrist. SuA’s straining against the wires with everything she has, but all that does is clench her ass tighter.

The steel tip of the hook presses against her tight anus, a stubborn resistance meeting your insistent push, her body going rigid. Her muscles clench, an involuntary defense against the impending violation. You can hear her rapid, muffled breaths, feel the frantic tremor in her thighs as she strains against the wires binding her to the metal rack. Ignoring her silent pleas, you apply more pressure, relishing the subtle give as the dull point finally pierces through.

A guttural scream rips through the gag, her back arching violently off the cold metal. Her limbs thrash against their constraints, the thin wires biting into her skin as her groan morphs into a raw, vibrating sound that echoes in the space. You feel a surge of triumph as the hook slides further in.

You continue pushing, deliberately slow, each millimeter a deliberate stretch of her unwilling flesh. The increasing thickness of the metal forces her sphincter to yield, bit by excruciating bit. Not even halfway in, the shape of the hook becomes apparent, a curved obstacle. You pause, feeling the tip press against the soft tissue between her ass and her pussy, a disturbing proximity.

Her muscles clench spasmodically around the steel, a tight, desperate grip that you briefly indulge before pulling back slightly. Her sphincter puckers around the metal, a helpless surrender to your intrusion.

A silent scream tears through her mind, fear in her widened eyes. Her body stiffens in protest, every nerve ending alight with pain. The hook tears through the delicate lining of her rectum, navigating her bowels, pressing against the wall separating it from her vagina. She thrashes wildly, the metal rack rattling, her head slamming back against the cold bars with a thud as she tries to escape the agonizing sensation of the foreign object invading her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" you ask with irritation. "Why is your ass so tight? I can't even get this thing in." Her only answer is a sudden rush of warmth against your hand, soaking through your fingers.

The stench of urine hits your nostrils as you watch the golden liquid spread across the cold metal beneath her. Her body convulses, a series of involuntary spasms. With a wet, squelching sound, you yank the hook back out. The hole left behind gapes open, then clenches, then loosens again, a raw and violated wound. A few crimson droplets splatter onto the floor, followed by a viscous, dark brown stream – shit.

Despite the overwhelming stench, a perverse thrill courses through you. Your cock throbs, rock hard. "Fucking disgusting," you spit out, looking down at the mess. "You couldn't even take a shit before coming here? Now look at you, a fucking mess." You hold up the hook, a small smear of her excrement clinging to the metal, before tossing it aside with a clatter. "Well," your gaze dropping back to her ruined backside, "at least it looks like my cock might actually fit now."

Ignoring the filth, your cock positions against her gaping asshole, the engorged head pressing against the raw opening. The swollen head still encounters resistance, but you are beyond caring. Gritting your teeth, you force it in, using the slick combination of urine and shit as lubrication.

SuA’s stomach hollows out as she sucks in a desperate breath through the gag, her eyes rolling back in her head. A thick trail of drool escapes the tapes binding her mouth as she teeters on the edge of consciousness, a broken and defiled doll under your control.

Your hand clamps onto SuA's slick ass, the skin yielding beneath your grip as you yank her towards your throbbing cock. The head slides against her tight asshole, a wholly different sensation than her yielding pussy. It's a constricted passage, gripping you with a vacant intensity.

Each roll of your hips grinds your shaft deeper, the opening clutching and releasing. The supposed filth of this encounter doesn’t register; only the primal urge to dominate fuels your actions. You impale her, driving into her ass with increasing force and speed, the impact jarring her small frame.

Her bound feet tense against whatever restraints hold them, every forceful thrust sending her breasts bouncing wildly. The gagged sounds escaping her throat are muffled, constricted by the bleach bottle lodged inside. Each shuddering swallow is visibly painful. A warm, uncontrollable stream of urine leaks from her pussy, each pulse of liquid a counterpoint to the rhythm of your cock filling her rectum.

Her anal muscles spasm around your shaft, a relentless squeeze that pushes you closer to the edge and you don't hold back, a guttural grunt escaping your lips as you ram into her, lifting her partially to meet your thrusts. The sounds of her struggle fade, replaced by ragged gasps, her grip on consciousness slipping.

Feeling the familiar tightening that heralds your climax, you rip your cock from her prolapsed asshole, the slick head coated in a mixture of blood and shit. Without hesitation, you plunge deep into her wet pussy, unleashing your seed, ensuring she's thoroughly bred. You grip her waist for support, your legs feeling weak and shaky.

Still buried inside her, a chuckle rumbles in your chest. You tear the tape from her head, the sticky residue pulling at her hair. The bottle remains wedged in her mouth, distending her throat until you yank it free. A gasp fills the air as oxygen floods her starved lungs.

Her mouth hangs open, saliva dripping onto her chest. A slap rings against her cheek. "Learned your lesson yet? Maybe next time you'll think twice before teasing the fans so much." You gesture down at the filth staining the floor. "This is on you. Your own damn fault you're shitting blood."

Before you can unleash more verbal torment, the muffled sound of voices drifts in from beyond the storage room door. "Shit," you hiss, your body tensing. You clamp a hand over her still-gaping mouth. With a shove, you ram the bleach bottle, now wet with even more of her saliva, into her ass.

Her body convulses once, then goes limp. She's out cold. You quickly straighten your clothes, a predatory satisfaction washing over you. Not forgetting the evidence, you grab your phone and snap a few more pictures of her broken form.

Confident the search party has moved on, you carefully unlock the door, leaving it slightly ajar, enough to obscure her but not completely closed. A cruel smile plays on your lips. Let them find her like this. You slip out, moving swiftly in the opposite direction of the receding voices.

[lefteagleblizzard]

Hi there just dropping by to tell you, Vampire Mike Munroe alright that's all hope your having a good day, evening or night 🙂

Mike was already too close, leaning in as you backed against the wall. His body was a breath away, all coiled tension and simmering heat and that damned grin was carved into his face, sharp as his fangs and twice as dangerous.

"You nervous?" he murmured, the words dripping with a teasing lilt, though his gaze was anything but light. Those dark eyes roamed your face, settling on the rapid flutter of your pulse at your throat, his lips quirking slightly wider at the sight as his hand brushed your waist. "Yeah... I can tell."

That little stutter in your pulse felt like music.

He leaned in, deliberately slow, forcing you to feel every agonizing second of the proximity. His face hovered just above your neck and you tipped your head back instinctively, exposing the vulnerable curve of your throat like prey.

The wolfish grin that split his face was nearly audible, a rumble of satisfaction in his chest as he pressed closer. His stubble scraped against your skin, a delicious contrast to the soft heat of his lips that ghosted along the sensitive stretch of your neck.

"Look at you," he breathed. "Already giving in. You're making this too easy for me."

But there was no mockery in his tone—only hunger. The kind that made your body tighten, a heat surging down your spine and pooling low as his tongue flicked out, tasting your skin. It was slow, deliberate, each lap dragging against you like he was savoring the flavor of something exquisite.

"Fuck," Mike muttered, the curse bitten off like he couldn't contain it. His hand gripped your waist, strong and sure, holding you in place as his other hand slid up your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. He tilted your head just so, angling you for his pleasure.

His breath was hot and uneven, skimming over your skin like the promise of something you weren't sure you were ready for but couldn't bring yourself to deny. Your pulse throbbed under the weight of his proximity and he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your throat.

His grip on your neck tightening just enough to make your head tilt further back, exposing more of your throat. His other hand slid to your waist, fingers curling around you possessively, pinning you against the wall.

"Stay just like that," he ordered, his voice thick with hunger, every word a command that left you trembling. He nipped at your skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to make you gasp. "Perfect."

And then, without warning, his fangs sank in.

The sharp bite ripped a startled cry from your lips, the sting flaring hot before melting into something darker, deeper, as his mouth sealed over the punctures. Your heart stuttered violently and his growl rumbled against your skin, satisfied and feral. He drank deep, his tongue lapping at the wounds with greedy precision.

Pain and pleasure collided, sharp and searing, as his fangs pierced your flesh. Your heart skipped, a jagged, erratic beat that he drank down with a groan that sent tremors through your body.

Mike pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, his lips stained with your blood, his pupils blown wide with lust. "You taste like fucking heaven," he rasped, his voice hoarse, broken with need. He licked at the punctures, his tongue smoothing over the wounds, but it was possessive, claiming. “And you're mine. Got it?"

There was no room for denial. Not when his teeth were already sinking back in, deeper this time, dragging a low, guttural moan from your throat that he swallowed down like it belonged to him.

You clutched at his shoulders, desperate for balance, for anything to anchor you as the world dissolved into the sensation of him consuming you. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he held you in place, his other arm an unyielding band around your waist.

He bit down harder, pulling another gasp from your throat, and you felt your knees weaken as the intensity of his hunger swallowed you whole.

Note: Thanks for this visual. I’ll just… be here, blushing and completely not okay. Thank you for dropping this absolute gem into my day. I hope you’re having an awesome day/evening/night too <3

[sslovqm]

YOU DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE ELSE

WARNING: Contains extreme jealousy, possessiveness, manipulation, and toxic relationship dynamics.

THE warm afternoon breeze brushed against your face as you waited for Rafe Cameron on the dock by his house. You had rehearsed this moment over and over, going through the words in your head, trying to find the best way to tell him that whatever this was between you two needed to end. But now that you were here, with your stomach tied in knots, it seemed like no words were enough.

When you heard the roar of his motorcycle engine cut off, your heart skipped a beat. You watched him approach with his usual confidence, hands in his pockets, an expression of curiosity mixed with that arrogance that always seemed to follow him.

“Why so serious?” he asked, a half-smile playing on his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“We need to talk, Rafe.”

His smile vanished instantly, replaced by a dark look you knew all too well.

“About what?” he asked, though it seemed like he already knew the answer.

You took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage that seemed to waver with every step he took closer to you.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do us anymore, Rafe.”

His reaction was immediate. His brows furrowed, and he stepped closer so fast that you instinctively stepped back.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m saying this doesn’t work. You don’t work, Rafe. You’re… you’re jealous, controlling, and you don’t even have the guts to tell anyone we’re together.”

Rafe let out a dry laugh, devoid of any humor.

“That’s what this is about? That I won’t make it public? Really?”

You looked at him firmly, even though you were shaking inside.

“It’s not just that. It’s everything. You don’t let me breathe, Rafe. You’re always asking where I am, who I’m with. You treat me like I’m your property, and I’m not anyone’s.”

That seemed to ignite something in him, something dangerous.

“Oh, really?” he shot back, his voice low and chilling—sending shivers down your spine. “Because you seemed pretty comfortable being mine up until now.”

“I wasn’t. I was scared of you.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and the truth in them seemed to hit him like a slap. For a moment, the fury in his eyes wavered, but only for a second.

“This is about him, isn’t it?” he spat, his voice rising a notch. “About those damn Pogues. Is it Maybank? Of course, it’s him. That bastard always looks at you like he wants to rip your clothes off.”

“This has nothing to do with JJ!” you shouted, desperate to make him understand. “This is about you. About what you make me feel.”

Rafe stayed silent, but his jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight at his sides. Then he stepped closer, his face just inches from yours.

“You’re not leaving, Y/N. I’m not letting you go.”

“You don’t have the right to decide that, Rafe.”

“You’re mine,” he insisted, his voice filled with a fervor that sent a chill down your spine. “And if you think I’m going to sit back while you run into that Pogue’s arms, you’re dead wrong.”

You stepped back, trying to put some distance between you, but he wouldn’t let you. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly and forcing you to look at him.

“Let me go, Rafe.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, but don’t push me.”

Your heart pounded as you tried to free your hand, but his grip was unrelenting. Finally, you managed to pull away, stepping back a few feet as you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

“This isn’t love, Rafe. And no matter how hard you try to hold on, I’m not staying.”

His gaze darkened even further, and for a second, you feared what he might do. But then, he just stood there, watching you as you turned around and walked away, feeling his stare burning into your back.

You knew this wasn’t the end, that Rafe Cameron wasn’t the type to let go of what he thought was his. But for the first time in a long time, you felt like you’d reclaimed a little bit of your freedom.

[simplegeneral]

Oasis, second of her name, daughter of Burn and granddaughter of Oasis, princess of the sandwings, sole heir of Burn...

Oasis had a difficult dragonethood, her mother's shadow was immense. Burn became an overprotective and controlling mother, so often, in a mirror of her mother herself, though, she also had Sandstorm, a stern and happy fatherly figure, just like Char.

She was a warrior, barely a princess. And her only enjoyment was the war games she had with her parents, growing ever ambitious, of course, at her 10 years old, she saught to end the rebellion conducted by Vulture and Blister, who bombed the palace at the year of her hatching in a terror campaign.

The young princess was, of course, followed by Burn, who learned the hardest way that an impulsive mind led to her mother's demise, she would not let happen ever again, not to her own daughter.

As soon as Oasis and her forces breached Vulture's stronghold, she found Blister, who tried to smooth talk her niece to no avail. Quickly running out of options, Blister threw a box with a dragonbite viper at Oasis, who was bitten.

Burn arrived immediately and terrified of what she saw, axed and ripped off her own daughter's limb to prevent the venom from further spreading to her body, carrying her back home as Oasis fainted from blood loss.

Later she would receive a prosthesis of a leg to restore her life to nomalcy the best they could, a sight not uncommon in the post-war sand queendom, where Burn had opened a manufactory to build those for all the war veterans in need.

Oasis fell into silence for a long time afterwards, refusing to even look or listen to her mother, but Burn's character made obviously such thing would not work, as she snarled louder and so she listened.

In her 12th hatchingday, Burn had passed away only a few months before due to an untreatable infection, leaving all but one letter to the new queen of the sandwings:

"Daughter of mine and future queen of the sandwings. Oasis. If you opened this letter, I have passed away, back towards the sands of time, time for Onyx to judge me for who I was and what I did.

Hard as it may have been, I do not depart this world a bloodthirst and bitter dragon, but one ever more hopeful than I ever was. You were the shining beacon of hope I had since you came out of the egg, and in my heart's deepest wishes, I wanted you to know that.

We have not talked much with each other in those last two years, me being sick in bed and you angry at me for what I did to you, but know that I do not regret in the slightest, we had no time for you to seek a healer, I either did that or I would have lost you, and believe me my daughter, your life is far more precious than mine will ever be.

I did so many horrible things, my daughter, that only my death will bring any closure to many souls. But you, you have hatched pure and as a new beginning for all of us, really, if you do not follow my steps, than I am glad, my daughter, I beg you not to, war games are fun, but war is not, it will take everything from you, and when I was there, there was nowhere else left to go but begin anew.

Even if I may be gone, your father still there, old and bulky as ever, he is the most kind and friendly dragon I ever met, a good soul and I know you like him more than me, and I am fine with that, listen to him, please.

And Sunny, please listen to her. I have assigned she was your adviser, she may be annoying at times, but she will brighten your day and guide you towards a more hopeful future, for all of us.

Thank you, my daughter. I know your heart is dark and bitter towards me, that night haunts me as much as it does to you, but if I could tell you one thing face to face, there's healing for it, not of your leg, but of your soul and mind, you can fight it, I know it and you know it too, if I could rise again from the lowest point of my life, you can too.

You can never be free of it, but you can remain yourself despite of it. Would you really tell me this would stop you? Did you stopped participating in our war game events because of it? No, the last two years you were there and we both were happy despite of that.

I hope you see what I mean. We had two delightful years together that would have not happened if you weren't there, with me. You didn't need to talk to me for me to be happy for the simple fact that you were here, alive and recovering.

Rise up and be stronger than I ever was, but also, be wiser than I never could be.

Goodbye, my daughter,

Ex-queen Burn."

[daily-crowley]

Crowley Of The Day: I was talking to Edie and now I want them to fight too. I want Crowley to realize he has a little dignity left and since he’s been pining for 6000 years and got is heartbroken he’s not going to easily forgive Aziraphale. He’s going to have to work for it.

[kvothes]

devastated to report that in the french translation of hamlet that i have, horatio uses a very proper formal “vous” for the prince up until the MOMENT hamlet dies, where he sneaks in a little “te” for “and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest”

[harmoniouseclipse]

Me and my freaking ship charts for my freaky mind

[tragicotps]

Young Asriel x Marisa > Based on the fic Trials (and errors) by @freuleinanna

[Exiled from the public's eye, young Marisa Coulter is preparing to go and stand trial for adultery. On the other side of Oxford, young lord Asriel Belacqua is preparing to go and stand trial for murder.

A lot has been said about how 'as soon as they met, they fell in love'. That is exactly what made the rest of it so hard.]

[sandwichard]

ACHTUNG

Finished Signalis the other night onstream, and it absolutely destroyed me once again. As it always does.

I'm so happy that I could share and evolve my thoughts and feelings and love as I did this playthrough on twitch. You can even see the moment it broke me in real time 🥪

Signalis is ridiculously good, it quickly became a very important game to me when I played it shortly after launch in October 2022. The game began as a retro throwback to games like Resident Evil and Silent Hill 2, influenced by Ghost in the Shell and Evangelion, and slowly had that shorthand take on its own mutations of its environments and themes that bloom and take on meanings of their own, twisting images and ideas supplanted hours ago and keeping you guessing. The story becomes clearer as the environment corrupts, and it's up to you to save the mystery and solve the girl.

Signalis is a beautiful piece of art. It's also gay as hell. Go play it if you haven't. And don't cry until the end!

Twitch.tv/sandwichard

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

JAMES?

pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Just general fluff

Summary : When you call Bucky “James”—a name no one else dares to use—he reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.

Authors Note : Hey y’all i’m back!!! Enjoy this fic 🙈

You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like this—so hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didn’t deserve to carry.

He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.

“James.”

Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knew—you knew—no one else ever got to see him like this.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.

Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. “Hold the hell up,” he said, straightening. “Did she just call you James?”

Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She did. And—” his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, “—you’re okay with it?”

Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah. So?”

Sam’s jaw practically hit the floor. “So? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!”

Steve nodded furiously. “He’s not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.’”

“Exactly!” Sam threw his hands up. “And now she just waltzes in here, says James like it’s nothing, and you’re—what? Cool with it?”

Bucky’s gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “She’s not you.”

“Oh, no, we get that,” Sam said sarcastically. “But why the hell is she the exception?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His hand flexed at his side—flesh and metal both—but his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, “Because she’s mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a look—a mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusement—but neither of them dared to speak.

You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Yours, huh?”

Bucky’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Yeah. Mine.”

“God,” Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is so disgustingly soft, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Agreed,” Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. “You two can have your… moment. We’ll leave.”

As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.

“James,” you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. “Come take a break.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you. I needed to work it out.”

“James,” you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his hand—metal and warm and steady—reached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. “It’s not just the name,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “When you say it… it’s different. It feels… good.”

Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop it,” you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “You deserve everything. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“James,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re all I’ve got,” he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “And you’re all I need.”

You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.

Thanks for reading 😁

[theoccultz]

How will your future spouse pursue you ?

Ok you guys the series is finally here

All of my pacs are queer friendly

Since not everyone wants to get married , you could read for your s/o as well

Pics and dividers not mine , credits to their rightful owners @/saradika

Apologies for any mistakes

Let me know which pile you picked and don't be afraid to express your thoughts (:

Pile l . Pile ll. Pile lll.

🫀 Pile l.

For this series if you have any topic suggestion let me know I'll include it

>>> | Queen of swords , 4of wands , 5 of cups |

This person is gonna be competitive for your attention , they dont fall in love easily and when they do its ride or die , they are your typical bad boy stereotype that you see in the movies , they are someone who knows they are the best in the room this person's self esteem & self concept is amazing, their confidence speak for itself, they are someone who has seen a lot of things in life and their way of getting to you is very simple and straightforward, maybe in the past people weren't as actively pursuing you as you would love them too but this person is not like this , they are on your face they know they want you and they're gonna be sincere & upfront about it , this person is generally very quiet and people have a lot of ridiculous assumptions about them like they're a player etc etc but best believe me they're really not what others think of him , this person is hot asf , you could be a very stubborn person who takes decision carefully about their life and this will stress them out n,ot in a way to deceit anyone but they know they have to prove everyone wrong so that you see them truly for who they are awww:(

Anyways this person is very masculine in nature , they are gonna act as a mentor and a caregiver, you want this ? I got it , you need this ? Its on me ....and you're like wtf i can do that myself but its just their way to make you feel special , this person does not do that for everyone if they are doing 50% for you then they are gonna do 20% for their friends its like they value your connection a lot and they don't want you to feel like you're just like everyone else in their life , this person is gonna defend you in every situation be it with their family or friends they dont give a shit , this person is also very keen on you they notice everything about you , how you care for people what you like to wear so their another hobby will be gift giving they are very thoughtful and they'd love to make you smile . The four of wands with the five of cups rx is very much i don't want to see them sad , i don't want them to doubt our connection, i want to put efforts for them , i want to do SO much that this person never feel less about themselves, i feel like being with this person , one of the best things about them ...that you're gonna like is they are deadly whatever they do its 100% efforts they dont like to tease their partner even in a slightest way because they know words can stick with a person forever so they're very mindful ,people can envy this the most about you guys its like no one can say anything bad abt my partner if you're gonna be passive then i might play this game as well , they could have a scorpio mercury or virgo so whatever they say is gonna hurt the other person because scorpions and virgos are known for their details , they study people very deeply , whatever they say hold meaning.

This person is definately that cold hearted girl/ guy or you are because i'm picking up on this black cat energy from you and cats do not chose their owners instantly neither do they love everyone. I Also picked up on a very rockstar appearance like long hairs , leather jacket, ripped jeans , its so cool , they remind me of early 2000's era

How will they pursue you : competitively , your friends post you every week ?? ...i'm gonna post you everyday its that kind of person lol , the back of the deck I usually take that as an overall energy is ace of pentacle which is a very stable and set energy in its own so whatever they do , they do it to achieve victory , to be recognised, to show you that they are the shit (;

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Thank you for reading!!

🫀Pile ll .

For this series if you have any topic suggestion let me know I'll include it

| 10 of cups , strength, four of swords |

Ok so this is our cool guy /girl lmao

Even though they will be putting in efforts to pursue you , you shouldn't know that they are doing that , i feel like they will be pursuing you from the get go like this person on a random monday evening will just accept i have feelings for this person and i want them , now this person will try to make it seem like its all a coincidence, this could be a leo mercury or gemini they try to entertain people with their words but their words hold honesty which people cant always catch so they will try to make you feel comfortable like you should feel happy in their presence and it will satisfy them and they will replay this in their mind at night like oh this person laughed at my joke they touched me i made them happy and it brings a smile on their face , they might say or do things which will make you laugh take a scenario like OH ...and you're like what happened and this person is like deja vu darling i think we belong together the universe knows and its so cheesy but its also so cute , they like to break this barrier between you guys , this person will be friendly towards you , they will flirt with you , they're also very spontaneous and a little bit tricky they love to play with you , lets say you guys have a dinner plan and you're excited you're dressed up you have already reached the venue but they will purposefully show up late and when you text them they're like WHAT...? We had plans ? but they are just joking they are alrdy at the venue waiting for you to see them , they might even joke with you like oh i have 5 kids to feed ofcourse i'm late & its a very playfully banter , you play along like YOU match their freak ... its ridiculous you wanna be mad at them but you can't but i understand your feelings pile 2 and i validate 🙂‍↔️✋🏽

I really think this person is gonna steal your parents love like 😭✋🏽they are the favourite child now , this person has a tendency to play cool like they dont wanna give in first..... they want you to give in first its kind of a cute ego idk , let's take a scenario they say "love you " and you're like where's my " I LOVE YOU " and they're like yes "I LOVE YOU TOO" so petty 😭 they have this natural ability to piss you off , this is the type of person when someone would ask you guys ..."so who confessed first ??...they're gonna jump in like ofcourse it was them , they were crazy about me like you dont know i had to give in but its not true its the opposite. So as you can already guess their ass ? Dramatic ...but you cant say they are dramatic because they are gonna be MORE dramatic about it .

How will they pursue you ? With fear because i feel like they will mask their desire to make you theirs with humour you could start off as friends or colleagues so they cant be very open about their feelings because they feel like you are not focused on love and you might reject them so it's their little cute tactics to get to your heart yeah but they are gonna be very anxious about it they could even suffer from inferiority complex.

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Thank you for reading!!

🫀Pile lll.

For this series if you have any topic suggestion let me know I'll include it

• 3ofcoins, wheel of fortune rx , seven of swords rx •

This person will absolutely be focused on providing comfort to you whether it be emotional or sexual , they love to do things with you they love to hang out with you , they creatively express themselves, they are someone who's gonna listen to your rants they are gonna embrace every flaw & every good thing about you , you are gonna feel exposed in their presence there's something about this person knowing you more than you know them , they really love to spend time with you , i'm seeing this person pushing you towards better goals like your life is gonna improve being with them ,this person will be very happy for your success, they are gonna put you on pedestal they think you are more lovable than them and you deserve more than them and i can confidently say they'll always love you more than you love them its very sweet but also sad , they have insecurities yet they are here trying to soothe your heart, they are gonna apologise first its like they dont wanna lose you they know how to keep a connection you wouldn't need to worry this is a connection where you can let yourself just be you aint gonna walk on eggshells, they are mature , i feel like this person cannot express themselves through words so they prefer to write to you , take you to places with them , praise you infornt of others , make you something, i feel like this persons love is comforting and sweet , you are their equal and they want you to feel like that.

This person will definately engage more in your life , they are gonna be supportive towards you like a best friend, they will overgive to you , they can even say stuff like ...." as long as i'm here i'm gonna be there for you ".....they will hold your hand while you walk they will listen to your problems, they will embrace your silly nature , take you out , spend time with you " i'm getting this line you came and the other one is like you called " it went viral on tiktok i think its from a movie but yeah the energy is very much sweet

Oh you guys this is so sweet , you guys dont speak the same language? They're gonna learn for you we have that kind of person here , you know when they are in love they get hearty eyes it shows on their face and in their behaviour, those sneaky eye contacts , those blush when you are mentioned, the sincerity in their words ,its all there .

How they're gonna pursue you ? Its very passionate and being Passionate does not mean always having hots for each other and that is exactly how they will make you feel , you feel this wholeness i'm having a hard time describing it...its so divine...you know just so grateful and lucky to have a connection like this in this day n age , Yeah 😭this is sooooooo damnnn cuteee i'm scared of this person's energy its very intense , i mean your partner is into worshipping & if you like this then this is definitely your pile (:

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Thanks for reading!!

[bunnis-monsters]

Fighting like vampires and dogs

Vampire x Fem!Reader x Werewolf

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 2nd

Oct 1

Oct 3

warnings: public sex, threesome, knotting, breeding, blood drinking, two ps in one v, possessive behavior

summary: You’ve been friends with the werewolf and vampire for a few years now, and they’re both head over heels in love with you… but they hate each other! It takes them saving you from a common enemy to realize sharing is caring…

🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇

It wasn’t uncommon for your two friends to bicker over who got to spend time with you, but it was unusual for them to get so violent.

“I told you, this week she’s mine.” your werewolf friend sneered, bearing his canines as he stood on his haunches.

“And like I’ve said, I couldn’t give less of a shit about what a filthy mutt has to say. This week, she’s MINE!” your vampire friend retorted, hissing as his brown eyes turned red and his fangs extended, ready to sink into the wolf’s flesh.

“That’s enough!”

You smacked them both over the head, huffing. “You can both come with me to the club tonight! It’ll be fun, maybe you’ll even bond together.”

It wasn’t easy getting them to go out with you… ut the second you suggested going alone they were already picking out something to wear.

The two were protective, staying at your side and watching your short dress, making sure it didn’t ride up. Anyone that dared to look at you were emt with menacing glares and flashes of sharp teeth…

Despite them hovering over you constantly, all it took was a slight bump from the other to set them off.

“Fuck, don’t touch me, mutt. I’m only here for her, you should just leave.”

“Oh really? Why don’t I rip out your throat and show you how much a mutt I am?”

You attempted to stop them, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.

But after fighting for a bit, they were suddenly alerted to your cries for help. Even over the loud music and their own angry screams, they recognize recognize your scared voice.

“Angel?”

They made their way through the crowd, spotting you being cornered by a tall man. You were looking around frantically, relief spreading across your face when you spotted them.

Within seconds the man was torn away from you and stomped into the club’s floor. You chose to ignore the bloody remains, instead stepping over him and into your friends’ arms.

“Thank you…”

They realized then that no matter how much they hated each other, they loved you so much more. Your safety and happiness would always come first…

And that’s why they both grew hard against you, their hands traveling to your hips and thighs.

Soon you were back on the dance floor, squished between your two friends as they kissed you. The vampire bit down on your neck, drinking your blood as the werewolf rubbed his fat cock against your wert panties.

“W-what if they notice?”

They both nuzzled against you, the vampire dry humping against your fat ass.

“They won’t, the music is loud and everyone is focused on dancing.”

You yelped as your friend’s cock pushed into you, stretching out virgin hole. You were too wet to protest, knowing that after this night your relationship with your two best friends would be changed forever.

He tried his best not to knot you immediately. He had wanted this for so long, and all your werewolf friend wanted was to fill your belly was his cum and knock you up.

The vampire groaned, stroking his cock as he looked over your shoulder, watching the werewolf’s cock push in and out of you. Soon, you felt something else prodding at your hole, wanting access.

Two cocks were inside of you now, and you felt impossibly full. Maybe it was the blood loss, maybe it was love, but your heart was fluttering and so were your gummy walls.

You came around them, the werewolf quickly knotting you as they both came inside.

Both cocks were trapped inside of you, the vampire burying his face into your neck as his cock rubbed against the werewolf’s fat knot.

“Mmph… happy to see my boys getting along…”

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[misserabella]

sick love pt2

spencer reid x fem! reader

pt1!!

summary;

after catching your best friend spencer in a compromised situation, the two of you leave behind the ‘friend’ status to become a couple. if only you knew there was much more under the surface…

cw;

really perv!spencer, dark themes, somnophilia, breeding kink, daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squiring, oral sex (f & m receiving), dom spencer, p in v sex, double penetration, use of toys, unprotected sex, edging, slapping, orgasm denial, cum eating, cream pie, masturbation (m & f), voyeurism, dacryphilia, dirty talking, hair pulling, knife kink (mentioned), blood… MINORS DNI OR I’LL COME FOR YOU!

If Spencer was absolutely and sickly obsessed with you…, it sure wasn’t the worse it could get.

His mind was in haze since the first time he made you his. I had been before, but now? It was just fog all over his brain, a fog under your name.

He could only think about you, dream about you, talk about you… It was all you.

And now that you were his, his whole heart seemed to have been ripped out of his chest. He would love to make a necklace out of it for you, so you and anyone who would try and approach you would know that he was as much yours as you were his.

But because he could not do that, he had made his personal mission to found other ways to do the same with no… Hanging hearts. So he had to conform with just marking you everywhere. Hickeys on your neck and chest, fingertip bruises on your thighs and hips, bites on your shoulders… He’ll put them everywhere and do them anywhere too, whenever and wherever he had a chance.

At first, he thought that you’d be scared by his possessiveness, but you surprised him yet once again when you’d just let him, loving his lips and marks on your skin as much as he did. He’d drag you to the closest empty classroom in free period just to pin you against the wall and attack your neck in mouth open wet kisses that had you rocking your hips against the leg that he had pushed in between your own, his cold fingertips against the warm skin of your thighs and ass, squeezing . “Looking so pretty today, baby.” he’d say, his breath against the wet of your skin making you shiver. “Fuck, I love it when you wear this little skirts of yours, got me all hard on my pants.” you’d moan when his hand would leave your skin just to fell harshly against it in a spank. “Love to see all those fuckers watching you, drooling over you yet still unable to get closer to you because they know you’re all mine...” his mouth was intoxicating, his tongue inside your mouth making your eyes roll and pussy throb. “Wear anything you want baby, anything you want.” he’d whisper, his fingertips trailing along your lower stomach just to bump against the hem of your panties and snuck under them, rolling your clit and making your head fall backwards and against the wall he had pinned you to. “I’ll make sure to mark you all up and pretty for them to know that they will never have what they so want.” and then, he’d choke you to stay quiet as he’d eat you out on top of the teacher’s table, sneaking your wet panties in his back pocket for him to fuck his fist later.

His obsession enhanced. Now that you were a couple, he didn’t have to hold it in anymore —at least that much…—. He’d sneak in your bedroom in the middle of the night to wake you up with his cock deep inside of you. You’d end up crying on his bare chest as he would fuck you dumb, filling you up with his cum for hours on end and using you as he would use his toy. Then, he’d stay inside, keeping his cock warm and your pussy full for the rest of the night. He’d even use the soft spot you had on him to make you sit on it in your stupid study dates, while napping, watching films…, saying that he wouldn’t concentrate if you didn’t.

He was a sucker for you, always tying up your shoes when the laces would come undone —taking the chance to stare at your clothed pussy—, braiding your hair for you —so he could get a sniff of your sweet shampoo—, putting on your makeup first thing in the morning when you were still half asleep —when he could steal some chapsticks for him to use and taste when he’d miss you— and softly taking it off for you when night time came… —sometimes he’d make you cry it out, fucking it out of you—. Anything he could do for you he would do, that and more.

He would often find himself in your room after telling you that he had to take a quick trip to the bathroom, looking for some new panties and little trinkets for his sweet collection and to touch himself buried in your sheets. He’d dry hump your pillow too, leaving it damp in cum for it to dry. The thought of you sleeping on it that night would have him whimpering in his own bedroom, fucking his fleshlight while watching a bad porn in where the girl’s moans sounded like your own, groans falling from his broken and bleeding lips, for constantly biting down on them. ‘Oh god, baby, so good… shit, you like that? Shit, just like that, fuck, you drive me insane…’

His photo collection had grown… Really grown. His favorite new acquisitions were the ones in which he had captured your perfectly used cunt, —his cum dripping out of it and onto your pink sheets— or the ones in which he could see his cock thrusting in your pussy, drool dripping down your chin, since his fingers where down your throat, and chest, neck and tits full of his marks. ‘Yeah, baby. Look at me. Just like that. Stuck your tongue out for me.’

He could not imagine himself nor his cock being away from you for even just a day. And who is it that you want to trick? You couldn’t either. Not when he sounded so fucking pretty every time you rode him, his usually soft groans becoming loud whimpers and moans, hips thrusting upwards in seek of more. ‘Fuck, ah, ah baby, please, please baby harder. Just like that, fuck, yes yes, shit, I love you. Love you so much… I’d do anything for you, baby, fuck, anything. Just let me stay like this, fuck! I’m gonna cum baby, fuck, fuck, fuck…’

Something he loved to do every chance he could get was taste you after cheer practice —something you’ve decided try as of late, and Spencer was all for it—. You had whined about it, saying that you were all sweaty and disgusting and that it wouldn’t taste good, but he wasn’t having it. He had been watching you turn, jump and shake your hips for almost two hours in that fucking little cheer skirt that actually drove him crazy. And he had to say that the splits that you’d do every now and then really didn’t help the tent in between his thighs. So, after your head leader had announced the end of the session, you’d find yourself holding for dear life to his hair as he kneeled in front of you, pulling up one of your legs for it to rest on his shoulder as his tongue leaped at your soaked pussy, eating you out against the lockers of the girls’ changing room. The scent was stronger after your night practices. The taste? Mind blowing. Additionally, you had to admit that the shower sex after that was enough to make you fall asleep on your way back home. Not that he found it a problem, he loved to carry you to his bed just to kiss your forehead and hug you tighter in your slumber. Watching you sleep would get him so hard that he couldn’t help himself by dry humping against your ass, hands on your tits as he kissed your neck. He loved it when you would yell at him the morning after about the new hickeys all over your skin —since he always seemed to push it too far those nights—, but he wouldn’t care less, not when your tits bounced like that and your pretty lips called his name over and over again. At the end of the day, he’d have you screaming his name in another type of scenario, and you wouldn’t be that pissed about love bites on your neck.

He also loved to tease you. Pushing your panties aside and fucking you with his fingers while in a gathering with your best friends. Your squirming and tries to not show having him rocking against your ass. Sometimes he’d even drop something under the diner’s table where you’d be eating together to get a taste of your dripping juices, making you almost cum in the spot. Or those movie nights with your group, where he’d have you crying in the nook of his shoulder due to the amount of times he had already made you cum with his fingers, deliciously overstimulating you. ‘Is she okay?’ You’d hear one of your friends ask, and Spencer would just say that you were too sensitive or too scared depending on what type of movie y’all were watching that night.

The best sex came later, when you would follow him to the bathroom and he would fuck you so harsh your cheek would end up pressed against the sink mirror, fingers down your throat to make you shut up, since your cries were so loud it almost got the two of you caught… Not that he’d care, just the thought of someone stepping in to him fucking you senseless had him filling your cunt in cum… Cum that he’d push inside with his fingers as he pushed your panties back up for it to stay there.

“Be a good girl and I’ll eat it out of you once we are alone, hm?” and he actually would, making you come two more times with just his tongue, leaving you clean.

Something he had started to look into was a little bit more…, darker. He had feared himself when the thought of you bleeding with his initials carved on your skin almost made him faint. Just thinking about you completely to his mercy, all tied up and open for him unable to move, got him unable to sleep for almost a week. He could almost hear your pleads and cries as he fucked into you with already a little vibrator bullet inside.

But the dream you both where living in had to end someday. He just wished it never had to.

That night, the two of you were returning from a day on the pool with your group, your hair still wet since you had been begging him to stay for a little longer, having to pull you out of the water when the sun had gone down and you were shivering, fingers all wrinkled due to just how many hours you had spent in there. The skin of your cheeks, chest and shoulders was sun kissed, flushed even if Spencer had made sure that you had sunscreen applied every hour. “Woah! Careful babe.” he smiled when you had slipped against wooden tiles, giggles leaving your lips when his warm arms pressed you against his bare chest to avoid you falling and hurting yourself.

“Sorry, I guess I can’t help falling for you, Reid.” he chuckled, your burning skin against his colder one making him slightly dizzy, his dick throbbing inside his blue short jeans when your nails scratched his chest, doe eyes looking up at him as you bit your bottom lip.

“That’s my line, baby.” he muttered, leaning in ‘till your breaths met, lips brushing and hips pressing against each other. You moaned when his tongue pushed inside your mouth in a hot yet lazy kiss, the hands on your hips sliding down, to your ass, where his fingers hardly dug, squeezing and pressing you against his hardening cock.

The temperature of the room quickly changed, gasps filling the air with every new kiss that you shared, his fingers tugging on the towel that surrounded you and getting it to fall to your feet. You let out a chuckle that quickly tuned into a moan when his mouth latched to your neck, bitting down hard on the flesh and leaving marks. “Spencer…” you called out for him, hearing him hum against your skin as one of his legs pushed in between your thighs. “We need to shower.”

“I’ll clean you up baby.” your cheeks flushed when his tongue made a long strip up your neck and towards your ear. “You know I’m good at that.” and you knew what he meant, but you still wouldn’t give in, hearing him groan when you pulled him away from your neck by his hair. “Baby…” his lips tried and go back to yours, but you shook your head.

“I need to go wash up.” his hands pulled on your hips to keep you closer.

“I could wash up with you.” he suggested and you chuckled, shaking your head, to what he whined, almost in pain to have to be away from you for… 10 minutes.

“I’ll be back.” you promised, giving him a little peck on the lips, leaning on his ear so only he could listen to what you whispered. “Keep this warm for me, alright?” he whimpered when one of your hands came down to the crotch of his jeans, giving a light squeeze to his hard dick, quickly leaving downstairs and scaping his hands.

Normally, Spencer was pretty patient. Hell, he had been patient with you for years on end, hoping for the day that he got to finally fuck you. But there was something about you after that first taste that had him all hot and bothered. You were like a drug. He’d always want more and more after each overdose. He couldn’t help it, you were all he had ever dreamed of. That’s why he found himself silently sneaking up stairs and straight to his room —which was connected to his private bathroom, where you had eventually brought little bottles of your own shampoos and conditioners for this little occasions where you had to shower at his house—. He had hoped to catch you stripping, maybe even looking for some of his clothes to change into, but never in a thousand years he had imagined this…

You were frozen, completely frozen. Standing in the middle of his room and beside his desk, which’s last drawer was fully open and exposed. He felt his blood run cold. That was supposed to be locked. You weren’t supposed to see what was inside, weren’t supposed to be eyeing his little collection of your naked pictures nor porn magazines with your face glued on top of the model’s. You had seen it all. All the little trinkets he has stolen from you…, all the panties that had misteriously disappeared from your drawers, the new and untouched toys he had bought in hopes to someday using in you: mouth gags, dildos, vibratos, handcuffs…Everything.

“Baby…” he stuttered, your eyes still fixated on the little polaroids and sticky pages of the magazine. It hadn’t been long since the last time he had masturbated to them. Maybe that’s why in a little slip he had forgotten to lock the drawer, the magazine sticking out far enough to catch your attention and leaving you out of words when you’d found his little dirty secret. “Shit.” You had even found his fucking diary, in which he described the dirty things he dreamed of you, that he’d love to do to you… Fucking hell.

He didn’t know what to say to not seem like the creep he was. He had fucked up big time. And now you were going to leave him, you were going to probably call the police and get him in jail with a little restraining order as a welcome gift. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, fuck, you weren’t supposed to see any of this, you weren’t supposed to…” he was trailing off as his feet quickly approached you, trying so hard not to cry that his heart fell to the pit of his stomach when a little whimper came out of your rosy and fully lips. His eyes widened when he saw the look on your face and state you were in: half-lided and glossy eyes looking up at him, cheeks and ears fully blushed and thighs squeezing and pushing flush against each other. You were supposed to feel disgusted, terrified. And yet there you were, wetter and needier than ever. “Look at me.” the low of his voice almost made you cum, walls clenching and breath hitching.

“Spencer…” you whined when his thumb and index finger harshly took your chin, making your head turn towards him. Your voice was a mere whisper, but it still had his dick jumping in his jeans and blood rushing to his head.

“Look at me.” he repeated, this time taking his time with every word to make sure you heard the warning on them. It was not a plead, it was an order. You gasped when your eyes met his, completely fucked out of your brain and feeling dizzy, Spencer made you feel dizzy, the words on his diary had. It was just so much need in them, so many promises of tears and pleasure… His eyes were just two black holes, pupils blown and breathing slow. “Look at you.” he chuckled, unable to believe any of this. You whimpered when his hand left your chin to grip your neck, pulling you against his bare chest and caging you against the wall on your back. You were boiling up, almost evaporating when his lips brushed against the conch of your ear. “Did my little secret turn you on, baby? Did that little pussy of yours got all wet while reading my diary?” you moaned when his leg pressed in between your thighs, he could feel the heat of your core against his bare thigh. “Aw of course you did, you love it, don’t you? Love to know just how much I crave you. How much I want to hurt you and make you cry on my cock. Make you bleed… Fuck you all up and pretty for me until you’re nothing more than a hole for me to fuck into, hm?” you nodded, your head falling backwards in a whimper when he pushed upwards and against your clit, making you rut on him. His lips were all over your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot that got you begging him for more. “Is that what you want, baby? Want me to fill you up on my cum? Use you? Cut you?”

“Fuck, Spencer, yessyesyes please, anything you want. Anything.” he groaned against the skin of your shoulder, biting hard enough for blood to flow in his mouth. It hurt, badly, but it only made you crave him more. Crave it more. Your hands tangled on his air, his half-lidded eyes on yours, which were fixated on his crimson stained lips.

“What is it baby? Want a taste?” he leaned in, a smirk on his face. You whined at his teasing, pushing him against you when his lips brushed against yours, still not giving in. He clicked his tongue, the hand on your neck pining you harshly against the wall, making your head bump slightly against it. “If you want something… You just need to ask.” your back arched when his free hand snuck down to your chest, tugging on your upper part of your bikini, making your tits pop out. You gasped at his harsh grip on one of them.

“Please Spencer, kiss me, kiss me…” you craved it so bad it hurt.

“Poor thing. Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you didn’t wait to follow his words, moaning when his tongue entered your mouth, the metallic taste of your blood making your eyes roll to the back of your head, hips stuttering as you dry humped his thigh. He kissed you to the verge of tears. It felt so good, the taste of your blood on his mouth, his right hand on your neck and his left leaving your nipples to slowly stumble down your stomach and slip inside the bottoms of your bikini, which laces he quickly unmade, throwing the piece of clothing aside. Your mouth fell open in a cry when his fingers bumped against your clit, a harsh slap being given to your cunt when his name fell from your lips. Your hips buckled against his hand, the sting bringing new tears to your eyes. “Be good baby, you know that’s not my name, is it?” you shook your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry daddy…” a smirk tugged on his lips, and he rewarded you with his fingertips back on that sensitive spot, when your mouth fell open in a whimper taking the chance and spitting inside of it.

“Now swallow.” you gratefully did, gasping for air when the hand on your neck pushed in your mouth, fingers making you whimper. “What a beautiful mouth you have…” you moaned when he thrusted his fingers in your throat. And you took it, tongue swirling and sucking on them as you rocked your hips against his fingers and thigh. “Yet no one has yet showed you how to properly use it.” you felt like crying when he took a step back, leaving you squirming and in need of his touch, which came back, harshly than ever to make you sink to your knees, fingers in between your locks. “You know your safe word, right?” you nodded as you heard the ruffling of his jeans and underwear, zipper and button unbuckled leading the denim to fall and pool around his ankles, his soaked underwear came shortly after. “Good… If it’s too much just let me know, okay sweetheart?” You moaned affirmatively when the tip of his cock pressed against your cheek, precum staining the curve of your lips when he outlined them. “Open.” he didn’t have to ask twice, lips parting ready to receive him in your mouth, which was watering at the thought of choking on his cock, of swallowing his cum. He cursed when you kitten licked his tip, the salty of the white beads on his slit making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your hands eagerly push his hips closer, head leaning in to completely take him, just to whimper when he tugged harder on your hair, not letting you get any closer. “Such a fucking slut hungry for cock.” he chuckled, loving just how needy you looked to have him in your mouth. “I bet that’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t that right? Want me to fuck that little and tight throat of yours, hm?” you nodded, a ‘yes, please daddy, want your cock so bad…’, leaving your lips, what made him click his tongue, tip pressing against your wet tongue when you pushed it out of your mouth. “Then fucking take it.” you were gagging when he thrusted inside your mouth, the hand in your hair pushing you against his dick so he could reach the back part of your throat, nose buried in his pubic hair as your nails dug on his thighs. “What is it, baby? Isn’t this what you wanted?” you whimpered when he pulled out just to ram back in, picking up a pace that had you short on air. But the feeling of his big cock fucking your mouth had you only begging for more of that harsh treatment, making you impossibly wet. You were crying due to the constant chocking and gagging, tears running down your cheeks as you took him in your mouth. “Aw, you crying?” the sight of your tears only made him buck his hips harder and faster against your face. “I couldn’t care less.” you moaned around his cock, feeling it twitching in your mouth every time you deep throated him. “Yeah, baby, fuck, take my cock, shit, just like that… What a dirty girl…” one of the hands that stood on his thighs travelled down in between your legs, fingers circling your clit in search of a release that you so desperately wanted. “Are you touching yourself?“ you nod around his cock, a whimper leaving your lips when his tip hit the back of your throat after giving you a harsh slap. “Such a desperate little bitch… Who told you you could make yourself cum, huh?” his dick came out of your mouth and you gasped for air, which didn’t actually last long since there was already a hand around your neck as he kneeled with you.

“I’m sorry— I’m sorry daddy!” you quickly apologized, taking your hand away from your soaking pussy.

“Yeah, you’ll be.” next thing you knew? Your back was making impact with his bedsheets, getting a moan out of your lips when his body pressed against yours, lips latched to your neck.

“Fuck!” you screamed when two of his fingers harshly pushed inside of you, fucking you as he sucked on your nipples, fully erect.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? Tell me baby, is this what you wanted? My fingers fucking your brains out and making you cum? I’m sure you do, you dirty whore…” you thighs trembled when he hit that sweet spot in your gummy walls, thumb circling your clit.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you nodded, unable to talk, unable to fucking open your mouth. All you could focus on was on Spencer, on his pretty fingers fucking in and out of you, of his teeth on your tits, on his cock fully pressed against one of your thighs, leaking and ready to cum.

“Fuck Spencer, i-i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna…” and as your walls clenched, you cried out when he left you with nothing. Making your high never reach its peak as he pulled his fingers out of you. Your whole body was trembling due to the denial of your orgasm, hands quickly reaching out for him, but he pressed them against the duvet, finger digging in your wrists. “Please, Spencer, daddy, shit, I was so close…”

“I didn’t say you could come yet, sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” oh, he was playing you. You knew this was his little vengeance for that day you had caught him touching himself. His eyes shone with lust when you whimpered due to the spank his hand gave to your soaked cunt. “Look at that. You really want it, hm? So needy for cock…” your back arched when his thumb was back to your clit, toying with the little nub enough to edge you but not to make you cum. He relished in the little pleads that left your lips. ‘Please daddy, ah let me cum, please? I’ll do— I’ll do anything, anything. Spencer, shit, please…’ “Anything?” you nodded, too lost in that sickening pleasure your body succumbed to to even notice the subtle change in his gaze. “Okay, then don’t regret it later…”

And then he was gone, leaving you completely alone in his bed as he stood up, looking for something before he would come back to you. Your half-lided eyes could get a glance of what he was holding in between his wet fingers: a dildo.

You moaned when his lips found yours, teeth clashing and tongues brushing each other as he sucked on your bottom lip. “If you’re so desperate…, why don’t you show me how much you want it?” he said once he had pulled away, tongue outlining his swollen lips as his hand —the one that hold the toy— rose up to your eyes, you whined when you understood what he was doing; swapping places.

“Spencer…” you whimpered, your cries being shut out when one of his hands cupped your face, making your lips pout out a little bit, brushing against his own.

“Come on, you said you’d do anything.“ he was smirking when his thumbed pressed against your bottom lip, dragging it backwards and then sticking it in your mouth. “Good girls get to cum, and maybe, if you put up a good show for me… I’ll fuck your just how you need it, hm?” he clicked his tongue when you nodded, tongue swirling around his finger. “Then go ahead, let me see you use the toy, sweetheart.”

He leaned backwards, letting you have your own space as he handed you the dildo. It was heavy in your hands, and pink, with just the perfect girth and length —there’s no need to say that Spencer’s cock was bigger in both ways, and much more beautiful…— with even veins on its sides.

His eyes never left you as you neared it to your gushing cunt, letting your soaked lips surround it to lube it up. You sighed at the feeling of its tip pushing against your clit, using its head to tease yourself up and down, sometimes slightly pushing around your hole. “Yeah, that’s right. Touch yourself for me… That’s a good girl.” you moaned as you saw his fist hold his hard cock, sliding up and down, slowly, as he observed you. It only made you want him more. Your back arched as you slowly pushed it inside you, eyes falling shut when you felt the burning stretch, gasping for air when you finally bottomed out with a raspy moan. He had fucked your throat for good. “Fuck, baby, just like that… So pretty.” his praising made your walls clench around the silicone as you slowly started to fuck yourself with it. “Look at you…” he chuckled when you started to pick up pace. “Needy, honey?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you hit that hidden spot, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip when a scream tried to leave your chest. “Don’t silence yourself, baby. Let me hear you.” his hand matched your pace, a groan leaving his lips at the sight of the toy disappearing in between your sticky folds.

“Spencer, fuck, please, need you so bad, need your cock Spencer, shit, right there, ah!”

“Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut…” he moaned, getting on top of your body once again, hand meeting yours at the base of the toy to harshly push it inside of you, making you scream. “You like that, hm? Like fucking yourself while I watch, yeah? Fucking whore, you love the attention, don’t you?” you were a babbling mess, drooling all over the sheets as the tip of the toy mercilessly pushed against your g spot, making you see stars behind your close eyes. “You want my cock, hm? Want my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes please, Spencer, pleasepleaseplease, fuck me please…” your hips were bucking against his hand, begging for more. You were burning up, craving him in ways you’ve never craved anyone before. Craving for him to use you, destroy you. You moaned when the top of his leaking cock pressed against your clit, making your head spin as he continued to pound inside of you with the dildo. “Then take it, take my cock, baby.” your eyes widened when you felt him push against your hole, still filled up by the toy. You hands quickly tried and push on his chest, but you moaned when his tip went in, tears pricking at your eyes when you felt him start to push inside of you. You were so painfully full and stretched that your nails dug on his shoulder, making him moan against your neck. “Fuck. So tight. Shit.” you were sobbing by the time he was halfway in, where he stopped momentarily to let you breath. “Shhh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay, you can do it.” he was hushing you, his hands on your cheeks as he kissed the tears away. “You want me to stop? Just say the word baby, just say the word and I will…” his eyes were sweet —although lust glossed them— when he stared at you, promise on the hazel of his irises. You knew he would do it, that he would shut everything down and forget all about this. But you wanted it. Wanted it as badly as him. Craved it even. So you simply shook your head, giving him the green flag to continue. “Fuck, I love you.” he said, kissing your lips. “I love you so much…” you both moaned in each other’s mouth as his hips pushed further, slowly bottoming out and gasping when he was completely in. “What a good girl…” you were crying on his hands as he praised you, trying to breath through your nose and get the slightest used to the filling of not just one, but two cocks inside of you. “So tight for me.” your back arched when he started to move. It was slow at first, trying to get you accustomed to the feeling while making your mind drift off from the pain to the stimulation of your clit and nipples —which he sucked and bit down onto—.

“Shit, Spencer…” he smirked when your frown smoothed out, mouth falling open when he hit your g spot, legs surrounding his hips and fingers digging in his messy and silky hair. “Just like that, don’t stop, please…”

“Look at you… You love the feeling of two cocks inside you, don’t you? Filling you up so good you can’t even breath, hm? What a whore…” you moaned, exposing your neck to his lips. “Can’t get enough with just one so you must have two. So greedy…”

“Spencer!” you screamed when his thrust became harder, relentless and merciless, hands tugging on your nipples.

“Do you feel it baby? Feel your pussy all stretched out for me?” he almost came in the spot when his eyes connected with the bulge on your stomach. “Fuck, look at that. So full of me…” you didn’t mean to, but you were cumming all over his cock and the toy when his fingers pushed against it, making a scream rip out your throat as your walls clenched around him, making him groan. Everything was white and the world went absolutely quiet as you dissolved in his arms, unable to even breath at the intensity of your orgasm. “Shit, that was so fucking hot…” his hips stuttered when your walls fluttered around him. “Don’t clench on me that hard baby, feels like you are trying to milk my cock dry…” he chuckled just to curse moments after.

You were drooling on your shoulder as he thrusted inside of you. You were feeling so good by having that goddamn dildo inside of you that he felt that tightening feeling of jealousy string around his heart. “Fuck this.” he wanted you all for himself. Wanted to fuck you all by himself ‘till you couldn’t even remember you own fucking name.

You whined when he pulled out of you the toy, your walls quickly molding to his size just how he liked it. Still so fucking tight. You felt loss at the little emptiness that the toy left behind, but it quickly got pushed outside of your mind when Spencer started to fuck your brains out of you, hands on your hips as he slightly sat up, bringing you down on his cock with each new thrust. “Spencer, ah, shit, so good…, fuck, daddy, more!” he moaned when he felt your walls clench around him, the muscles below the skin of his arms flexing as he pushed you harshly down his dick, making the tip torture that spot that always made you cum in a matter of seconds. “Fuck, I’m gonna— I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead baby, cum all over my cock. Want to see it drip down your thighs.” he said, changing positions so one of his hands would be free to circle your clit.

“Shit, Spencer, fuck I’m coming!” you screamed when you felt your climax wash over you, making your body go rigid just to go limp after a couple of seconds.

Spencer continued to fuck you through it, cursing at the tightness of your soaked and swollen cunt. Fuck, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough.

“Spencer, ‘s too— too much, fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” new tears travelled down your cheeks at the constant stimulation, fingers never stoping overstimulating your clit and dick harshly fucking into you, your nails dug on his back, drawing blood as you gushed all over his cock, squirting so hard you dampened your thighs and the sheets below you. “S-Spencer, s-stop…” you were crying so hard, unable to stop squirting at his constant fucking, unable to form an actual goddamn sentence, babbling in between sobs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Spencer couldn’t stop his hips, fucking you so good you swore you were fucking dying. The feeling of your pussy around him was like stepping in heaven, the dirty wet sounds of his cock pounding into you and the splashing of your juices making him lose his mind. “I’m gonna cum, shit!” he moaned when he spilled inside your abused walls, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, whimpering at the sticky and warm feeling. “Fuck, baby, so good…” he muttered against your neck as he fucked himself down his climax, hips stopping while he was still buried deep inside of you and arms failing to keep him up right, making him fall on top of you.

The two of you tried to pace out your breathing, you moaning when little pecks were given to your neck, chest and shoulder before his lips found yours, tongue entering your mouth in a lazy kiss. You fingers lazed on his locks, pulling and playing with his hair as his teeth slightly bit down on your jaw, and then your neck, and your collarbones, and your chest, and…

You hissed when he pulled out of you, cum dripping and meeting your juices on the sheets as his lips trailed down your stomach.

“Hurts?” he questioned, to what you nodded, making a slow smirk appear on his face. “Want me to kiss it better?” you let out a little gasp when he nibbled on your hip bone, lips extremely close to your heat.

He took the tugging on his hair as a ‘yes’, positioning himself better and raising your legs up on his shoulders as he left open mouth kisses on your inner thighs, little sighs leaving your lips as he neared closed and closer… “Poor baby, fucked so good it’s all sore and swollen now.” You moaned when he finally got lost in between your thighs, humming at the taste of the two of you dripping out of your cunt. Your head felt backwards as you gave into the pleasure, into his lips, into his name and fingers.

Into his sick love. Into Spencer Reid.

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omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i haven’t been the same since 😃 ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!

EVERY INCH 2

2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader

follows Every Inch. NEXT: Every inch 3

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: He's never unmasked. He is night walks coded. Thank you for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" because of your engagement & enthusiasm. WARNINGS: I8+ piv, noncon, he calls himself daddy, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, knifeplay, hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names. NO USE OF Y/N. 

SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now, he's coming to take what's his.

You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day.  You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror.  He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see. It's his cock. . .

Yeah, his cock.  You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry. 

It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie.  You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted.  You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone.  Your phone is still on silent from the theater.  

The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you. 

You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."

"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."

"What do you want?"

"I asked how you liked the movie." 

Friday night. Lucky guess. You know he’s not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight.  "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,” you say dismissively. 

"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . .  Missed a great kill."

Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion. 

He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?”

"wishful thinking," you reply. 

Ghostface says, “Oh, we both know what you really wish for. . .”

You’re not even going to argue. 

“How was your date?" 

"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.

"You didn't look interested.” 

"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.

"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?”

You freeze. 

He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"

You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. “I’ve just been a little. . . distracted.” 

You scoff. 

". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"

"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."

"Pervert."

“oh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.

"You know, you’ve still got something of mine.”  His knife. You’ve hid it somewhere special.  “Keep comin’ for it. . .but don’t wanna interrupt you.”  

You look out your window, which faces the woods.  "Cause you put on a good show, baby." There’s never been a reason to close the curtains.  You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good that’s done you. 

“You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?” 

Are you that predictable?  

“Lucky for me,” he adds darkly.  His breathing becomes audible.  “Oh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . .  .  .Dripping already.” His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isn’t turning you on. 

“Dip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.” 

Before you know it, you're doing it. You don’t show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal

“Two fingers . . let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”  You lie there clenching your thighs together. 

“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,” he says but you don’t move. You clench your thighs together.  “Turn it on,” he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on. 

“Yeah, that’s it . . .”

You don’t even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you don’t exactly want to let him make you come this fast. 

He sighs and says, “You’ve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesn’t process.

You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock. 

"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know I’ve got a nice cock.” 

He’s right about that.  You close your eyes as you touch yourself.  You’re too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesn’t make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?

“Oh, it’s only natural, baby. This cock’ll fuck you right up.” God, why does that turn you on? “In the guts and the head.” 

"Real shame I wasn’t awake.” He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.” 

You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core. 

“Yeah. . .Can’t stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?” 

You turn up the intensity of your vibe. 

“Not everyday someone takes every inch of this.” He moans weakly then spits again. “Filthy girl.  Swallowed it right up.” 

“So tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?”

“What if i don’t” you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.

“Then why’d you take it,” he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops. 

“Because,” you pant. “It was there.”

You’re getting close.  “How do you want me,” you self-loathingly ask. He doesn’t answer. You look at your phone and he’s gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting.  You need a shower. 

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You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.

“Soaking wet. That’s how I want you.” You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes.  

“Come on, you’re smarter than this.” The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. “What’s next? Going down to the basement?”

You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears.  There’s nothing you can do.  You squat down, hugging your knees.  There’s no good option.   

The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.

“My turn, baby."  The glint of a knife–your own kitchen knife–catches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment.  Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. You’re thrashing around wet and naked.  He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see. 

The sight is surreal. You’re completely nude with Ghostface up against you.  One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife.  He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat.  

He inhales audibly. “So clean and so filthy.”  

You elbow him in the gut. “Let go of me.” 

“Afraid not, baby. . .” The hand leaves your breast and slides lower.  He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. “Too late now.” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. 

He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle.  “Coulda had it how ya wanted.” 

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. 

“Now you’re gonna take it right here.”  He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down.  “You’ve put me behind you after all.”  He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.  He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.

“Who are you?”

“Your favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.” He grinds himself against you.

“What do you want?”

“To know what your insides feel like.” You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. “When I’m awake,” he adds. 

He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. “Oh you’re ready ready,” he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh.  You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. “Hell yeah,” the mask says into your ear. Thank God you’re so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it. 

The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.” You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now.  He pants as he thrusts into you harder.  “So. . .damn. . . hot.” You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. “I don’t think so. . . baby.” He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel. 

“Take it like a bad girl.” He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way you’re afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this. “A real bad girl.” A climax is gathering in your lower belly.  “Cock hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes you twitch. “This pussy’s mine now, you know.” 

He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. “Now or never baby," he pants. “Know you wanna come on this cock.” God, you do. “Do it now.”  He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you.  You can’t stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own.  Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load.  He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core.  You can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants. 

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Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on.  He points it at the mirror and says, “say cheese.” He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, “you’re welcome.” He really smells like weed.

“Now where’s my knife.”

“I don’t have it,” you claim. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“What’s so special about it?”

“It’s mine.” 

“The cops have it.” 

“No they don’t. Why are you lying?”

You’re not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. “Okay,” you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe.  You look behind him toward the toilet. 

He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. “You watch too many movies,” he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.

NEXT: PART 3

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Yes this is my night walks coded ghostface but I think most people reading this don't know what night walks is lol.

Call Me:This Blog::Red Right Hand:Canon. But in this case it especially makes sense 🥹

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☆BEING MATTHEO’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND TO LOVER ☆ male version||female version

COMPLETELY protective over you ever since childhood. He literally fought a kid back then because they didn’t like that you were a “girl” playing boy games with them. You were sensitive back then, so of course you cried to mattheo about it. And mattheo did something about it. He punched the kid and stole their teddy bear to give it to you.

He asks you about girl things so he can flirt and treat a girl better. You could be literally reading a romance book, and he wants to learn too. Please teach him or else he’s gonna whine about losing another girl.

“Sooooo what does a girl like for a guy like me to tap that ass…cause I got a girl on my roster..” mattheo says sliding by you in the library table you sat in. You were literally getting to the good part of where the two main characters were gonna kiss. “Why are you asking me these questions riddle…” you say with venom in your tone towards his last name. Mattheo frowned. “Actually my name from you is Matty, Matt, and matty bear. So please—”

“—Please kill yourself and never let your soul rest after.” You say getting up from the library table and walking away. Mattheo’s jaw drop as he followed you offended. He never interrupted your reading time ever.

When your period comes…he’s asking you “what the fuck that is” and “why is it hurting you” with a frown. He’s thinking he can solve it like any other with a wave of his wand…but it’s more complicated when you explained how your uterus is shredding itself and that’s all you can get out before mattheo started to gag and leave your dorm room like the overdramatic king he is.

He still loves you dearly so he got you tea and some materials you need for the rest of your week.

Sometimes when you two have a sleepover, which is just either of you two sneaking into the girls dorms or the boys. You two gossip like little girls ready to rip someone’s heart out.

Mattheo is 50/50 on you doing makeup on him. But if you really plead and want to do it. He’s gonna let you. He can’t say no to you sadly.

A guy had broken your heart once, so he broke his face in…and broke his dick. Don’t ask.

Couple of girls hated how close you were to Mattheo. He’s a handsome guy, so of course people may spread rumors around. And Mattheo doesn’t really like that, he’s going to the girl and showering her how equal rights have hands.

If you two ever argue, it leads to Mattheo apologizing first. He’s a sucker for you, he doesn’t know why. He just doesn’t want you to be mad at him.

It’s even worst when you talk to anyone else than him.

When you fully ignore him, no texting, no calling, not even talking to you in public and being by you makes him go insane. He’s smoking in the courtyard. Jaw tightened as he eyes you across. He can tell that you know he is staring. He can tell you know indeed when you shift a lot.

The way you feel his burning gaze on you, it made you feel warm. You always loved mattheo, but with him always “going after” girls…you just thought that maybe he wouldn’t love you back.

Jealousy is something mattheo has built into him. He doesn’t know why, so when a ravenclaw student tried to ask you out. He couldn’t stand it. He had to take you away. He couldn’t bare to lose you. He ushered you away from the student, taking you to an empty classroom. He couldn’t handle not being near you, he hated it the most. You are his other part.

He hates it.

“I don’t know who that guy was. But you’re mine. Okay? You’re mine, you always have been even if we both didn’t recognize it. Shit, I know I’m dumb to think to just push my feelings away from you. But I can’t help but love how you are so amazing…” he says slowly at the end. Kissing your head and closing his eyes. You smile slowly. Your heart swell with warmth, taking a deep breath in as you wrapped your arms around him too. You loved him just like how he loves you. He loves you as if you were the made the creation of his favorite food. He loved you like making new potions. He loved you like music to his ears.

He always has been a gentleman before you two dated. He made sure he opened doors for you. He made sure you were comfortable with things. He would even sacrifice his cloaks if you were cold.

He’s like a puppy in love as he just lights up seeing you.

He loves his girl very much. You are the prettiest thing he could ever ask and give for.