#and the anger i felt the harder i dug into her work

[carmsgarms]

just wanna hug you for the jkr post bc my former friends made me feel insane for not validating their continued engagement 💜

Bestie listen youve unzipped me and im about to go off. Harry Potter was my entire life until she literally couldn't shut the fuck up about trans women being perverts and infiltrators. I was a lonely neurodivergent weirdo and Harry Potter brought me solace as a kid. I read each of the books at least 7 or 8 times, that shit is INGRAINED in my brain. One of my best friends of 10+ years is my friend today because the first thing we bonded over was seeing the last HP movie. I used to be deadset on my 2nd tattoo being my pottermore wand with my hogwarts house. I wanted a fucking HP-themed wedding. The first funko pops I bought were Harry Potter ones. My first serious boyfriend told me he wanted to propose to me in front of Hogwarts castle (this was something he said to guilt trip me when i dumped his ass) ((also thank the gods that never happened he was a shithead and so is jkr)). My mom for some godforsaken reason let me help her name my youngest brother when he was born because she couldn't think of a name and my 10yo ass fuckikg picked DANIEL because of Daniel Radcliffe. I was in DEEP.

And you know what? Aside from the books I camped out to buy on release day and the DVDs that are crammed in a box somewhere in a storage unit, I have gotten rid of every single Harry potter thing I owned because I grew the fuck up and found better things to like. Sure I'll watch the DVDs again every few years to feel the nostalgia again because a good chunk of the cast are great people (we fucking stan Dan Radcliffe and David Tennant in this house ) but I'm not giving jkr another cent of my money or an inkling of my time beyond that.

You are so valid and you are allowed to be upset if your friends continue to engage with Harry potter content.

Anyone who days "uwu my nostalgia" ask them if they still sleep with their fucking baby blanket too.

My former boss wouldn't shut the fuck up about the new video game when it came out. At least once a week he'd ask me if I'd played it yet and every single time I would tell him "I'm not engaging with that franchise anymore. JKR uses money to fund anti-trans legislation." And he'd always spout some bullshit about nostalgia or "but it's SO good" or "yeah I just try to separate the art from the artist / oh but the devs who worked hard on the game! / but playing the game doesn't actually support her! (yes the fuck it does if the game does well it boosts her platform)"

And especially now that my wife has come out, I'm extra ready to fight the next grown person who tells me they ~separate the art from the artist~ like fuck off. There are better things to spend your time and energy on. I hope everything JKR makes flops hard. Everything shes done since the last movie has been a disgusting cash-grab and none of it is even good. I'm beyond thrilled that BG3 has had a wild runaway success and a longer-lasting player base than the fucking game she put out. Nothing has ever disappointed me more than JKR being the way that she is.

Oh but the lore and world building? The ability to make your own character in such a fun and magical immersion world?bDnd has better lore than Harry potter ever did and the lore adds up and makes sense. If you look at her shit beyond the surface level she is actually fucking TERRIBLE at world building especially when she tries to do it without being a fucking racist ((does anyone remember when early drafts for the American magic schools that were using Native American imagery and it was all REALLY FUCKING OFFENSIVe and let's also not forget "no-maj" being the least fucking creative thing she ever came up with)

"But my hogwarts house" PLEASE choose a better Personality.

I have more nostalgia for Avatar the Last Airbender these days since i got into that when it first started airing when i was 12 (and look if you're really into the fuckin houses as your Personality you can get that with ATLA! Water tribe forever bitches)

"But the characters!!!" Please. There are better characters ALL AROUND YOU. pick up a fucking comic book. Yknow Superman actually has a similar structure, he's got the nerdy Normal friend and the love interest and it's a goddamn shame none of the movies include his bestie Jimmy because he's just as important as Lois Lane is.

"But all the strong female characters!" It is 2024 please I beg you to find other female role models (I will again point to Avatar the Last Airbender and Literally Any Comic Book Featuring A Woman. Captain Marvel is actually really good. Battlestar Galactica is also chock full of strong female characters and that came out in the early 2000s!)

Bestie i genuinely feel bad for all the fucking white people who can ignore all the bullshit JKR has done and said and all those sad saltine cracker flavor type people whose entire personalities are Watching The Office and Enjoying Harry Potter And Star Wars. Grow up. Move On.

If it's that important to you (and i mean the general you here not you specifically), please do what I did and Marie Kondo that part of your life. You don't need to hold onto the safety blankie you had as a child. You don't have to hold onto the pair of shoes that got you through high school and are out of fashion and falling apart. You give it a sendoff. Say "thanks for getting me through that part of my life but I'm moving on" and you move the fuck on.

I did something really sappy for my 30th birthday - I said goodbye to the franchise. I mourned what could have been. I went to Universal studios ((also bc Simpsons land and fast and furious ride and ET and a bunch of other stuff are there)) but I stopped into Harry potter world to do everything once and say goodbye to that part of my life since it was something I had wanted to do for most of my youth, and my friend who i became friends with because of harry potter was there with me. We drank the fucking pumpkin juice, had breakfast at the three broomsticks, appreciated all the little easter eggs around hp world, rode the hagrid ride, and ate a chocolate frog I wore my trans rights shirt and dressed gay as hell, my friend is trans so he just ~existed blissfully~ . I think every Harry potter fan needs to acknowledge that the franchise was good for them in the 90s, mourn that part of their life, and move on.

Bonus: me being Gay as Fuck in front of the castle. I hope JKR fucking rots and fades into obscurity and people come to realize she's worse than HP Lovecraft.

[stardustloserdoll]

hii

Could you do a tom kaulitz smut like, tom kaulitz 2009 btw,

tom is literally like SUPER JEALOUS and the fem reader yn has a job, shes supposed to end her shift at 8 pm but she came home late without answering toms calls and ignoring him,

and he goes like "bad girls get punished" AND STUFF LIKEE THATTT..😅😅

and he ends up overstimulating her oop

BTW they are together

late shift

female reader

walking out of work i took my phone out and saw i had many missed calls from tom. i obviously didn't mean to ignore his calls, but i was busy at work.

as i walked through the front door, i could already feel the tension in the air. tom was waiting in the living room, with his arms crossed. i dropped my purse on the counter and took a deep breath. "i'm sorry tom, i got held back a bit." tom's jaw tightened, "you could have at least answered my calls."

"i know, i'm sorry. my phone was on silent the whole time. i saw them after i got off." tom scoffed "is there something you're not telling me y/n." tom stood up, making his way towards me. "you seriously think i'm cheating on you?" i said rolling my eyes as began walking to the bedroom. tom grabbed my arm pulling me towards him "do i have to show you who you belong to y/n?" tom asked looking down at me with anger in his eyes "maybe you do." i responded.

tom pushed me onto the bed, his lips crashing onto mine. wrapping my arms around his neck i opened my mouth letting him slide his tongue in, the kiss getting sloppier and more desperate. tom leaned down to kiss my neck, sucking lightly on the skin leaving hickies. slipping his fingers under my shirt he took it off my body swiftly, his lips trailing down to my chest leaving more hickies.

grabbing his shirt i tugged it off of him, placing my hands on his toned abdomen. his hands trailed down to the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down. "so wet." he mumbled looking up at me, as he slipped two fingers into me, making me throw my head back as he began pumping into me. i moaned wrapping my arms around his neck saying his name, feeling him pump faster. "gonna cum sweet girl?" tom asked kissing my shoulder, i nodded my head quickly until i felt him quickly slip his fingers out of me.

"you think you deserve to cum?" tom laughed as he pulled his sweats down. he slowly took off his boxers revealing his hard cock, taking it in his hand jerking himself off. i nodded my head missing his fingers. "when i'm done with you, you won't be able to walk tomorrow." without any warning he pushed into me making us both moan in response. his movements getting sloppier as he increased his pace.

"tom.. slow d-down." i gasped as i dug my nails into his shoulders, moving to drag my nails on his back. he shook his head, grabbing both of my legs pushing them onto my stomach, holding them in place as he thrusted into me harder. "you're fucking mine y/n." my legs beginning to shake in his hard grip, "gonna cum tom.." i whimpered as he fucked me through my orgasm.

"me too. fuck." he groaned cumming inside of me. he slowly pulled out, causing me to shiver at the loss of contact. letting go of my legs he lied down next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "sorry, i got a little carried away." i shook my head "it's okay. i liked it." i smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

[smuttyworks]

Beg for forgiveness - Mattheo Riddle

ayoooo, idk if this makes sense cause like yeah but its inspired by Grandson - Blood // Water so listen to that to read this :D

warnings: Abusive sex, slapping, biting, little bitty blood, hate fuck

summary: Reader hates what she has turned into after taking the mark, she blames Mattheo as he thought he could save their love by having her join Voldemort, but as she comes to terms with who she is now she has to put Mattheo and her love for him behind her.

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We’ll never get free

Lamb to the slaughter

Your hands gripped his jaw tightly as you pushed him down on the bed, his whimpers filling the room as you showed him how strong your hatred was. You lifted your hips just to crash them down, his dick entering deep inside of you.

You thought you could go free

But the system is done for

Your anger has never been as strong as it was in this moment, you could normally say you weren’t being yourself, but that wasn’t the truth anymore… this was you.

Mattheo thought he could outsmart him, taking me by his side and we could end up together, that we could end up happy… but you quickly learned that wasn’t how it worked. Soon all your happiness was drained, Mattheo made a mistake bringing you in, and he regretted it every second of his life.

Your nails dug into the skin of his jaw hard enough to cause blood to drip down, but he took your abuse knowing he deserved every second of pain for what he caused you. He moaned out as you slammed your hips down.

He tried to lean up and attempted to press kisses to your skin but you stopped him instantly, your hatred for what he had done to you overpowering your need to be close to him. It seemed as more time went on the more darkness seemed to fill your body, the need for comfort and closeness from Mattheo was disappearing as time went on.

“Beg me for mercy,” you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled harshly, watching as his face contorted in pain.

“Please,” he begged, his hands running up your hips as he helped lift your body up and down to meet his thrusts from beneath you, your eyes rolling back as he hit your g-spot.

“Admit you were toxic,” you hissed, “You poisoned me just for, another dollar in your pocket.” You cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks. How could he do this to you?

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, his fingers caressing the skin of your waist as he prayed this wasn’t the last time, he knew it was coming but he was scared to death that this was the final time you would come to him. His eyes searched your face as he eagerly took your abuse, knowing it was the last he would have from you before there was nothing…

“Now I am the violence,” you squeezed your eyes shut, thinking about all the pain you had caused others, all the misery you had insured on innocents, how you ranked up so fast due to how well you took orders, you made no mistakes, you gave no mercy, “I am the sickness.” You spat, leaning over and taking his bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard until he groaned in pain.

Mattheo reached between the two of you and pressed down on your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he pulled you closer and closer to your third orgasm. “I’m so sorry,” he moaned, pressing a soft kiss to your parted lips as the pleasure flooded over, your orgasm hitting harder than the last two as your walls squeezed and milked his dick, causing his thrusts to become sloppy as he pounded up, filling your pussy with cum as you screamed in pleasure.

Won’t accept your silence

Beg me for forgiveness 

You pushed away from him, reaching for your long sleeve and pulling it over your head, then reaching and pulling the sleeves down to cover the mark on your forearm. He watched as you gathered your things.

“Don’t leave, please.” He begged, knowing this was the last time, “Please.”

You pulled your skirt up and turned to him, darkness taking over completely as you couldn’t even stand to look at him, “We’ll never be free.” You whispered before leaving the room, and leaving the last speck of happiness you felt about him behind you.

[eventually27]

Omg can't wait to read your smuts about my request of Frankenkyle 😭😭

Here we are, sweetness, sorry its a quick one💙🩵

Communication..

While helping Kyle learn to communicate better, things get heated (Warnings, smut,intercourse)

"Let's go bitches" Madison strutted round the room in her tiny dress, everyone was getting ready to go out, but it wasn't really your thing, Madison noticed you weren't ready, "Ah good you can stay and look after zombie boy, make sure he dosnt kill anyone" she pointed at Kyle, you hated the way she spoke about him, like he was an object, HER object. " That's fine, we can carry on with our word cards, can't we, Kyle? I'd rather spend time with him anyway. " You shot a look of anger at Madison, "whatever he's mine when I'm back, laters. " she slammed the door behind her. You were so glad she was gone.

"Shall we go upstairs and get started, Kyle?" You took his hand and led him upstairs. He smiled while squeezing your hand in approval. You had been spending time with Kyle every day working together to help get him back to himself or at least a version of himself. Well that was when Madison wasn't trying to have her fun with him.

You both entered your bedroom, you sat together both cross-legged on the floor. Kyle had been doing so well. He had learnt nearly all the basic words to help him communicate with everyone easier. You started holding up some hand-made flash cards with different words on them, "f-f- food, e-e- eat, d-d- drink," Kyle pointed at each of the cards successfully. "Well done, Kyle." You were so happy he was getting better. You then moved on to the harder cards, Kyle starred at you blankly, then at the card and back at you, he put his head in his hands and started to hit himself, "i-im stupid, s-stupid, stupid, s-stupid" Kyle's eyes were filled with disappointment. "Kyle, no, you're not stupid. You never have been. We just need to help you remember, that's all. You're doing amazing, I don't want to hear you talk like that. It upsets me. " You took Kyle's hands and removed them from his head to hold them. Kyle put his arms around you to embrace you, " I-I I don't love Maddison, I-I love you." Kyle took your head in his hands and kissed you softly on the lips. You kissed him in return, his soft lips felt like they belonged on yours, but you had to pull away to say, "I love you too Kyle". This time, he kissed you with more force. You felt his tongue searching for a way in, your tounges brushed against each other, both savouring every taste, Kyle took your hand and placed it on the hardness in his jeans. He still wasn't the best at communicating what he wanted, but from how hard he was, you knew. You signalled for him to remove his jeans, which was done with urgency, while you slid down your leggings. You placed your hand on his boxers and you could feel a wet spot from pre cum, this made your clit pulse. You lowered his boxers and his hard cock slapped against his stomach, you took it in your hand and began to play with it, Kyle let out a moan, He reached his hand around placed it between your legs, he could feel you were wet through your underwear, " t-this okay?" Kyle was gentle and sweet, but animalistic and sexy too. You took down your underwear with your spare hand to give him permission. He wasted no time slipping his fingers inside you, you felt his cock twitch as you let out a moan, you slipped your hand up and down him with ease your hand was wet from his pre cum. "Ready?" Kyle started to kiss you again while pushing your body down so he could get between your legs. He kissed down your neck, and across your collarbone, you felt him rub his tip upaginst your clit and move down to your soaked entrance, he slipped himself in and you both let out a moan, He sped up his pace, every thrust making you pulse, you dug your nails into his back, this only made him thrust harder, you loved how he could be so rough but so gentle at the same time. You closed your eyes while moaning as you were getting closer and closer to your climax. When you opened, them you could see Kyle staring at you in amazement, he loved seeing you in pleasure, he loved he was the reason for it. " Kyle I'm I'm going to cum" you moaned, "m-me too" he replied, he was looking at you doe-eyed, his hair wild, you wished in this moment you could take a picture with your eyes, he gently kissed your lips as he felt you begin to tighten around his cock, as you moaned it made him explode inside you, you felt every drop inside of you. You both laid there in each others arms in awe, "I-I love you Y/N," said Kyle, "I love you too," and you wished you and both never had to leave the room.

[rosella-writes]

Kinktober 10.5: Praise Kink

Pairing: Solas x Virelan Lavellan Rating: E Words: 726 Content: warrior/healer dynamics, hurt/comfort, vaginal fisting (On AO3)

Virelan held out the last bite of her sandwich — Solas, hands occupied with pigment and a wet brush, leaned to receive it into his open mouth. He looked up at her, cocky with sudden daring, and let her fingers go from his lips with a brief suck at the tips. 

“Good boy,” she said thoughtlessly, as she had so many times before.

He’d dropped his gaze immediately to the fresco beneath his brush, but she watched the flush from her words spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, over his scalp, down the back of his neck. Even so, his brush didn’t tremble as he applied pigment to wet plaster. 

Her legs swung with brief glee. Her vantage point on the scaffolding ladder was well-chosen, after all.

***

Red Templars swarmed, like so many beetles in the grass — armour like carapaces and red lyrium like claws. Virelan clawed back. 

Every wound drained and let her hit harder. Each drop of blood they drew gave her fuel to slash through breastplates and flesh. The press of their bodies as they overwhelmed her and her friends only fed her frenzy — seeing panic poison their crimson eyes gave her a strength that nothing else could. While she had always had a talent for pushing past pain and running on adrenaline, training as a Reaver had brought her strength to heights she could never have dreamed of before.

It did not, however, make her invincible. 

As the last enemy fell, so did the blood-fuelled haze that kept Virelan standing. She dropped to one knee — the world spun, her stomach lurched, and scarlet-stained grass filled her vision. Two gentle, shabby-gloved hands caught her before her nose met the ground. 

“S-sathan,” she stammered.

“Ma nuvenin,” Solas sighed back. 

His face swam into her field of vision as the world turned again — he'd removed his gloves, and his sleeves draped across her chest and face as he worked. She fondly watched the underside of his chin, sighing as pain began to drop away. Only the prickle and discomfort of magical healing remained. 

“That was foolish,” he was saying, but his face was creased with worry instead of anger. “You must —”

Virelan caught his hand and fiercely kissed it. The soft curve of his palm as it met his thumb dragged along the ridge of her teeth. 

“I know,” she sighed against his fingers. “It’s easy to be reckless when I know you’re at my back.”

He gazed down at her with the kind of exasperated pride and frustration one has with someone dearly loved. He finished healing her wounds, then laid his other hand alongside her cheek. 

“Good boy,” she teased with a wrinkle of her nose.

“Get up, he groaned, then helped her to her feet.

***

Virelan’s fingers dug into the lines of Solas’s shoulders, the back of his neck — she keened as his mouth came away from her core with a soft sound of salacious delight. His fingers still worked inside her, still coiling a point of pleasure in the pit of her stomach. 

“Good —” she gasped, pulling at the back of his head. “Yes, there —”

He resisted her, merely to take her in. She glanced down to see him watching her, his eyes bright and mischievous as his mouth hovered just above where she needed it. His other hand pressed on her lower belly, intensifying the sensation of his fingers. She felt how she dripped, how her body gripped him, and demanded more. 

“Ma’laaaaath,”  she whined. “I need — I need your hand, your mouth — give me —”

Solas chuckled — his cool breath was cruel on the flushed, hot flesh of her core. “Ah, like this?”

He pressed deeper into her body, inexorably slow, as if they had not done this before. As if he didn’t know full well that she loved it. She rocked against the swell of his thumb, begging for all of his hand with a yank on his shoulder and a plaintive groan.

She knew he could only hold out for so long. For someone so proud and arrogant, he was delightfully impatient. 

When he gave her what she wanted — and lowered his mouth to her clit to suck at it, as if it were purely for his own enjoyment — she dropped her head back on her pillow and murmured, over and over between moans, what a good boy he was.

[orenjikaraka]

You’ll be ok… Mi querido…

Miguel O’Hara x reader angst

Word count: 4791

Summary: Miguel has a new assistant working with him, lyla needed more help around because new spiders are being recruited, Miguel was slightly denying it (because he has lyla, why would he need another), but a couple months passed and he got used to her presence… well… his heart was saying something else… and his next mission will show what he wants… even if it’s forced…

S/o is 22 by the way and Miguel is 34, that’s a 12 age gap. Also this is like after events like u know miles is on the team and spot in jail.

Warnings: non-con (if you can’t handle rape, you don’t have to read), sex, NSFW, kidnapped (adultnapped 😅), Miguel has a muzzle (why is that a warning 😏), angst, alcohol, puking, drugs, and coursing, also psst Miguel is a bottom.

Miguel opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, or nauseous if you can say, his breathing is heavy, the room felt cold, the room was closed spaced, it was nerve racking to be in the dark room, his eyes were slowly readjusting, when he felt less light headed, ‘just great, just fucking grand…’ he thought, his brain was going in circles of how he got in this mess, his hands were tied behind his back with electrical wires, they’re were digging through his skin, it felt horrendous, his first thought was to rip them out, when he tried a electric shock went through his veins, he growned in pain, frustration going through his nerves, so much anger that he didn’t know he had muzzle on, who ever doing this, is treating him like a wild animal, trapped between the legs with metal strapped on them, his wrist were tied, and he had a muzzle too, for stopping his spider venom from hurting the fuck head that hostage him.

He tried to move his stranged arms again, but the electric shock came back, he tried harder, but the shock got worse each time he moved, his wrist were bleeding and were turning purple, he gave a hard tug and his wrist were burning, he clenched his fist and growled in anger, “when I get out of here! I’m gonna kill you, you here!!!” It was silent until he heard whimpering, someone else was in the same room with him, he lowered his head a little and his eyes were trying to readjust more to see who was in front of him…

“Miguel—“

Then he panicked, it was you, he was starting to remember why he was here, you went missing for 2 weeks, Miguel was looking everywhere for you, checked every evidence he could find, until he found you, well evidence of where you were, Universe 1610, Miles’ universe, you were last seen with Miles, probably hanging out, but now in Doc Olivia Octavius’ lab.

“la voy a matar… la voy a matar… la voy a matar… (ima gonna kill her 3x)

“Miguel— I’m-“

“Amor (love), don’t… I was here to find you. We’re both gonna get out of-

“Out of here~” Olivia chuckled while walking through the metal door, and slamming it afterwards.

“Doc-“

“Octavius~” she softly giggled, “oh~ look at you…” she looked at Miguel then at you, “and you cute little assistant~” she squatted down next to you and put her hands on your arms, which made Miguel try to break free from his restraints. “Aww~ is the oldest spider of the ‘em all, trying to save his MJ.”

“She-“

Olivia squeezed her nails into your skin while staring at Miguel, you wince in pain, Miguel stopped and tense up, “ha! My science was right! Well… me spying on miles and you without letting a single spider know, is actually quite interesting am I right?”

Miguel looked at her like she was delusional, “my camera-“

“I hacked your database, so it would think of me as one of the spiders!”

“Also also having no four arms, well hidden away in my fake spider suit was a hassle but walking is not all that bad.”

Olivia stopped her blabbing and look at you again, “aww you poor thing~” she dug her bloody nails out and move (Y/n) right side up, (Y/n) had her wrist tied with duct tape, and her ankles as well, she was wearing a tight white soft cotton knee high dress, it had a upside down triangle on her chest.

“Isn’t her dress adorable~ oh! One more touch.”

Olivia put the small piece of duct tape on (Y/n)’s mouth.

She moved her right hand to your chin, and her left holding you around your stomach, her four mechanical arms were holding her down, “don't be scared, your little spider is here to save you~” Olivia turned your head. To face you at Miguel, Miguel looked terrified, he didn’t know what to do.

“Let her go, just-“

“Just what- oh Miguel~ let her go~, nah… I think I have something better~”

One of Octavius’s mechanical arms let go of (Y/n) and move swiftly to Miguel’s neck, her claw clench, digging her claw into his tense skin, the middle of her claw had small exit that opened with a small needle, it poked his skin and a small dose into his nervous system, her mechanical claw snatched off…

“What did you just dose me with…”

“Miguel, don’t worry, it’s just pde-5 inhibitors, benzos, mdma, ketamine, and gamma-hydroxybutyrate, you know…

“You…” Miguel growled with hatred. His muscles tensed up painfully making his body sweat, he felt saliva drooling off his lips, his breathing felt uneven, his thighs twitched trying to calm down his throbbing erection, he closed his eyes to look away from the two women in front of him.

“Miguel~ I didn’t tell you to look away…”

With her free mechanical arm, she redirected Miguel to face you, there was a small knife on your throat, touching your skin ever so slightly.

“If you look away your little sweet assistant would be dead, you don’t want that, don’t you.”

Miguel couldn’t muster out words, it was hard to speak, he’s afraid he’ll might scare you off. So he shook his head ‘no’.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Olivia pulled the knife back and stabbed your left shoulder, you screamed in pain, but that didn’t matter to Olivia, but for poor Miguel it did.

“Stop— now- don’t…”

“See it wasn’t hard was it!”

Olivia pulled out the knife and put it lightly around your dress, your whimpering was causing his brain to go in a loop, causing his erection to hurt, whimpering moans with pressure and pain came to mind. Which made him clenched his eyes shut.

“You don’t listen don’t you.”

She was about to knife again but Miguel opened his eyes to look at Olivia.

“You one sick fuck you know that…”

“No— not- true—“

“Lies”

Olivia put the knife on the floor and moved her free hand to the wound she made, she put her two index fingers into the tissue, which made you groan in agony, Miguel didn’t want to look, but couldn’t…

“Don’t— *moan*” he growled in frustration afterwards. Octavius moved her free mechanical arm and clawed his scalp upwards, his drool dripping down his neck.

“You sick creep loves his little MJ, I knew you cared for someone else, you couldn’t just understand that your life is supposed to be where you die alone…”

“Let— her… *gasping for air* go—“

“Not every spider must-“

“Hurt me— not… her— I’ll do-“

“Anything?” Olivia had excitement. In her veins.

“Yes! Please—“ Miguel begging was aching your heart, you never knew a man that had so much pride sounded so broken…

Olivia let her mechanical claw go from his aching scalp, Miguel look back at you, you had a worried look on your face and he looked back the same.

“Ok… but… how about this, she gets to leave… if you rape her…”

Miguel felt every fiber in his body tense ups he shook his head ‘no’.

“No. No. No.”

“No? But I thought you wanted her ok…”

She picked up the knife again and stabbed (Y/n)’s right ankle, your shooken form tense in agony and muffly scream through your duct tape.

“STOP—“

(Y/n) knocked her head back in a panic which scruffed against Octavius nose, Olivia groaned and moved her free mechanical arm to her ankle and her claw digged through your skin, and snapped it… her skin turned purple and black bruises around her ankle. Her whaling can be heard across the hall in the facility…

“You little bitch… you did this on yourself…”

She took the knife out of your ankle and ripped your dress off. Went through the top to the bottom of the dress.

“I wanted to be nice. But no one listens…” Olivia ripped your dress off and was about to rip your panties. “Follow my rules and this will go easy…” she cut your panties and then lifted you up slightly to cut your tape on your wrist, before you could move them the mechanical arms closed them. Olivia looked back at Miguel and he stared back with pain in his eyes.

“I got a solution…”

Octavius picked up (Y/n) and put her on top of Miguel, her clit touching the tip of his dick.

“I’m— going to kill you—!”

“But if ya do that this universe will collapse… people will die… a small spider and his family will die… I thought you would prevent that, isn’t that your job…”

Before Miguel could muster anything, Olivia pushed your body downward, which caused Miguel to moan and quiver because he’s trying to stop himself from cumming.

“Didn’t know you needed help from your MJ; Miguel.”

She got her knife again and tar a hole so Miguel’s dick was freely being laid on by your soft clit.

Stop— *whimper* just—“

“Just what Miguel…”

“Just— kill me— end me… let her go—“

(Y/n) shooked her head frequently, in a ‘no’ matter, she was muttering no, “see your little MJ wants you, don’t you see.”

Olivia dropped the knife on the ground, and got her hand and grabbed Miguel’s dick tilt the tip to her hidden clit, Miguel moaned in displeasure and lust. “Come on little MJ, let me give you a hand~”

Octavious shoved (Y/n) into Miguel dick, your tight hole was making it hard to concentrate on not cumming, it hurts, he feel like throwing up, tears was going down his face from all the burning pain he trying to contain himself, your whispering became screaming for help, you were crying for some reassurance… but no talk can be heard from Miguel. Only agonizing groans and moans.

“Come on sweetheart don’t treat your man like that, I thought you adored his company.”

Olivia pushed her further in and moved her arms behind Miguel. Miguel looked down and saw blood coming out of your slit, ‘no, no, no, oh querido, cono… (darling, fuck…)”

‘This was your first’ and he ruined it, he ruined it by being a hero, a hero that can’t even save the people he loved, he always fuck everything up…

“cariño (dear), your going to— be… ok—“

Miguel moved his chin and moved (Y/n) a little forward to try and comfort you, but also moving you closer to his chest so you can use your hands behind him to untie the wired knot, (Y/n) understood and faked moan to distracted Octavious, it was music to Miguel ears but also hurting his erection, Olivia grabbed Miguel scalp with her free hand and pushed his slightly forward.

“See she wants more~”

(Y/n)’s hands were bleeding but she had to get Miguel out.

“Thrust her Miggy~”

“Fuck— you…”

“Fine…”

Olivia pushed harshly downward, which tilted his dick slightly, “nggggggghhh!”, (Y/n) gasped with hot air, and continued to untie, “fuckin— bitch-“

Olivia looked furious and picked up the knife and was about to stab Miguel’s shoulder, but (Y/n) quickly snatched it and freed Miguel’s arms, then she moved to his muzzle, and freed him from that. Miguel grabbed Olivia by the neck and bit Octavius, filling his venom in her veins to paralyze her. He ripped her mechanical arms off, and threw her against the concrete wall…

Olivia was already knocked out before she even hit the wall, Miguel looked back at you, you were frantic and quivering, “Lo lamento… (I’m sorry)” And he grabbed your hips slowly and lightly pulled you out, you screaming stop, begging to stop, but Miguel continue to pull you out, when you were free, he sat you down on the cold concrete floor and untied his feet, his suit regenerate to it normal form, he then untie you and unduct tape you. You sobbed, quietly screaming to make the pain go away, Miguel slowly got up and felt nauseous afterwards, so tripped and catches him from hitting the floor, but before he get up again he threw up, his body was screaming to do so, so he did, he felt sick all over, he feels like crying his eyes out because how much pain he endured, he crawled to Octavius, and checked her pockets, he found his gadget and put it on, and slowly crawled to (Y/n).

When he got to her, (Y/n) tried to reach for Miguel, even though he was about to pick her up, he did and held her close, and called Lyla. She immediately answered.

“Miguel! You know how long you were out, you were-“

She saw Miguel and gasped in shock, then looked at you in horror.

“Miguel-“

“Take us— to the main hall…”

Before she could say anything else Miguel put a portal underneath them and you both fell through; he held you close, like he was about to lose you again…

—- time skip (to the spider lobby) —

Miguel felt like he fell for eternity until he saw the lobby, every spider's senses triggered and saw you both falling to the bottom of the hall… Some spiders reacted and swung towards you both but they weren’t fast enough.

“Lyla!”

Lyla put a cold red and aimed all the cameras to you both, big screens saying ‘HELP’ on repeat, more spiders came to join and save them.

“Miles! Pete— jes- Gwen- hob— someone—“

‘Please someone save her… not me…’

That was his last thought until he hit his head on the flat concrete.

—- time skip —

Miguel woke up frantically and looked around his room, his head was pounding, screaming for him to relax but couldn’t, “lyla!”

“…”

“Lyla!!

“…”

“LYLA!!!”

“YES!”

“Where’s my assistant?”

“She’s hospitalized in are medical bay.”

Miguel lowered his head, thinking about how he could've prevented this, he felt miserable just thinking about it…

“I also reassociated her to a new job setting.”

“Why?!”

“That’s classified information-“

“Answer me! WHY!?!”

“Because she got in trouble because of you, she got hurt because of you, if you didn’t come sooner she would’ve been dead in your arms Miguel!!”

He didn’t know what to say, he felt trapped, this feeling of lose came crawling back, it was eating him up again, losing his wife, his little Gabriella and now you… fuck he didn’t even know these feelings exist until now, there was always a soft tug in his heart to actually talk to you before but couldn’t, because he couldn’t lose anyone else, but now truth is here, he can’t protect anyone, he just breaks knots and break promises…

“Miguel… I’m trying-“

“Leave—“

“Mig-“

“LEAVE!—“

Lyla just quickly glitched away, leaving Miguel alone in his bedroom with light beeps coming off the heart monitor on his left. He looked at his hands and saw the small tubes pumping out the bad stuff in his body and some others pumping liquid to take away the drugs.

‘It’s all your fault’, was repeating in his migraine of a head, so… he pulled out the tubes and his nasal cannula and laidback, he heard the heart monitor beeped singly, some of drugs were still in his system so it was hard to breathe lying down, his breathing was hurting again, stringed each breath he took.

He slowly started to see black dots slowly blocking his vision…

Until he saw a frantic Lyla, he couldn’t hear her…

—- time skip —

It was the next day when Miguel woke up again, he felt depressed that he woke up, he moved his eyes and saw Peter b. On his left, with little mayday laying on Miguel’s stomach.

“Hey you woke up!”

Miguel didn’t answer a just looked at mayday, “so Lyla told me to check up on you because you-

“Suicide I get-“

“Miguel, man, you haven’t been like this since…”

“Gabriella.”

“Yeah…”

“…”

There was a small silence until mayday, crawled close to Miguel's shoulder, and stared at him with gentle curiosity, which made Miguel feel miserable. Mayday made a worried small whine, but Miguel looked away from her. Mayday was about to tear up until Peter spoke up.

“Miguel… please tell me what’s wrong. I’m all ears…”

“How’s— (Y/n)…”

“I- Miguel I can’t-“

“You too!” Miguel looked back, “why can’t I see her, why can’t I talk to her!”

“Because I can’t say-“

“WHY- is she dying, do I have a restriction from seeing her— Cono— damn it- don’t tell me she’s pregnant-“

“Miguel! She’s fine! You just can’t see her…”

Little Mayday looked back at Miguel then back at her father with anger in her eyes.

“Mayday you- god…”

“Peter why can’t I see her”

“Because when you came back, your last location on your gadget was your place…”

“Wha-“

“Everyone thinks you hurt and…”

“I didn’t lay a finger on her, Peter! It was Olivia Octavius!”

Peter made a tiny portal so mayday went back in her crib and closed it.

“She was there but she drugged you and trapped you and (Y/n) in a concrete room together…”

“I didn’t do it- you have to believe me—“

“I can’t Miguel, there’s footage of you reaping her, Miguel!”

“Its-“

“Miguel O’Hara! You rape her…”

“I—“

“Your a fucking monster, Miguel, I rather be miles away from you right now but can’t; you know why, because I have to keep an eye on you, because Lyla gave me orders to keep an eye out.

Miguel felt empty, felt like the whole world stopped and he in some fucked up dream or reality that’s crushing him ahole, he- no maybe he did… maybe he did caused this to you… maybe he is what Peter said he is…

“Pete— I’m sorry—“

“…”

“You know— it wasn’t me— it- it— was the meds—“

Miguel trying to stop his quivering. His eyes stings from his tears.

“Peter—“

“Miguel- *sigh* I'm going to get you some food…”

Miguel was silent and didn’t respond, but Peter was already starting to make food.

“It— wasn’t me—“

—- time skip (2 weeks later) —-

(Y/n)’s POV

(Y/n) woke up and felt relaxed to be home, well at a hospital bed, but at least your home, she looked around and saw miles sleeping, then she quickly moved the covers and saw her legs and ankle was fully healed, she looked at her shoulder and it was also healed, ‘heh spider society and there amazing medics.’ Well we can thank Miguel for that.

Speaking of Miguel, I wonder if he’s ok… after everything that happened, I… I’m worried about him… even when he was reassuring me that I was going to be ok… even when doc ock… (Y/n) shook her head, she looked to her right and saw her phone and picked it up, then scrolled through her contacts and saw Miguel's number.

And call him

‘Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz’

‘Zzzzz zzz-‘

“Hello—“

(Y/n) heard his voice, he sounded tired and drained, drowsy even.

“Miguel. How’s-“

“(Y/n)— is- *hic* is— that you…”

‘Is he drinking?’

“Miguel, what happened?”

Miguel coughed and gasped for air for a second, “everything- ngggghhh *hic* fine—“

“Miguel? Where’s Lyla…”

He sighed with some frustration. “I put her off-“

“I-“ you looked up the date, where the calendar was, you were out for two weeks. “How long-“

“Why— you wanna know *hic* so bad—“

“Because- sorry I'm just worried why you are alone, that’s all…”

“Cono— (Y/n)— *sniff* im sorry—“

“Miguel-“

“Why you- even called monster like me— *hic* anyway…”

“Mig-“

‘Beep beep beep…’

She brought the phone out of her ear and almost checked contacts again before she saw 15 unread messages from Miguel.

You looked horrified at the messages you just saw, you looked at miles and he was still fast asleep, you quietly got your clothes on and walked out of the door…

— time skip—

While the elevator went up everything felt silent, even when you turned around and checked the view of the hall, the big screens plastered Miguel and you fell out of a portal…

You sighed, when the elevator became dark and the door behind you opened, you walked through the opened door and went through the end of the hall and knocked on the metal door.

It was silent until the door opened and the smell of heavy alcohol went through your nose, the smell of sadness went through your veins, you looked on the hovering floor and Miguel was nowhere to be found, then she lower her head to a large couch and there lay Miguel on his back, he was wearing gray sweatpants with a plain black jacket, his body slightly twitches from his hiccups. (Y/n) rushed over and tried to lift him a little to make him sit in a sitting position.

“No—“ Miguel whines

“Why didn’t you sleep on your side, you could’ve-“

“Drowned— *hic* why- you care—“

“Miguel why- god what happened between the 2 weeks that passed…”

Miguel didn’t answer, “Miguel, what happened.”

“I—“

He paused for a second, then sat up quickly, “Miguel you gonna puke if you sit up that fast.”

“Leave— *hic* please—“

“Miguel what the hell happened!” Your tone was furious.

“Leave-“ he gagged a little, which made you panicked so you got up rushing for a small trash can in the bathroom, and rushed it to Miguel, right when he got the trash bucket he hauled in it, while he was throwing up, you noticed his his weight has lowered, he has bags under his eyes and when you looked back at the coffee table, there was 4 bottles of whiskey on it.

“How long have they been sitting there…”

“…”

Miguel's computer spoke up suddenly instead of Lyla.

“THOSE BOTTLES BEEN SITTING THERE FOR APPROXIMATELY 4 HOURS AGO, MIGUEL O’HARA AKA SPIDER MAN 2099 WEIGHT HAS RAPIDLY DECREASED OVER THE PASS TWO WEEKS; USE TO WEIGHT 310 IBS, NOW WEIGHT, 265 IBS, HE LOSE 45 POUNDS OVER THE PASS 2 WEEKS.”

then the computer shut off again. Miguel put the trash can down, and took one of the whiskey bottles then took a small sip of cherry whiskey to get the awful taste in his mouth. Then replaced it back.

“Miguel…”

“…”

“Miguel-“

“Why— do you care about a monster like me—“

“Because you saved me Mig.”

“*hic* I raped you, don’t you understand that—“

“Mig-“

“I hurt you— I—“

Suddenly his eyes turned red and his claws showed, his left arm was on the sofa’s back and the right was around his stomach region, he moved his right to his throat, the tip of his fingers were sharp, his left hand started to dig in the back cushion.

“Mig- don’t—“

“Don’t what, (Y/n), I’m a monster—“

“And things like me are not supposed to love or care— *hic* “they only hurt or kill people they protect—“

“They deserve to-“

Suddenly you move his arm and rush in his arms and hug him. “You're wrong— just stop-!”

“(Y/n)-“

“Stop talking— please…”

Miguel’s claws disappeared and his eyes went to his normal eye color and hugged back. It was silent for a couple minutes until…

*sniff*

Miguel cried on your shoulder, his body quivered, and hugged you a little tighter. You both hugged for 30 minutes until you spoke up.

“You didn’t do anything to me, Miguel, you made me feel safe, like I wasn’t trapped, like I know I’m going to be ok even after all this fucked up things that happen to me and you…”

“..”

“You're a very handsome and kind man to be around, even when I was your assistant, you were always so protective around me.”

Miguel lightly chuckled.

“And Mr O’hara, i-“

Miguel moved his face and gave a slightly sloppy kiss on your cheek.

Which surprised you.

“Just call me Miguel, mi Bella chica, te necesito… (my beautiful girl, I need you)

“Querida… (darling)”

You moved in and kiss him, his mouth and tongue taste like sweet cherry whiskey, you sat on his lap and hugged him close, each time you curled your tough in his mouth, he moaned slightly, but sometimes his body jumps from his hiccups, his moans slightly groans, you let go for a sec to get some air but to also check up on him.

“Mmmhhh— *hic*” he groaned afterwards.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s starting to- *hic*” he squeezed his eyes in pain.

“We can stop if ya-“

“No—“ Miguel whine’s and slowly grabs your hips closer to his lap.

“Ok, sweet thing…”

And you started to make out with him again, but you wanted more of him, so you let go between his moans and with his cute confused face, he was about ask why you stop but you started to take your shirt off and you were in your bra, Miguel was surprised, but then he got worried, when you started with you pants, he stopped you, and you looked back at him confused.

“Are you sure about- *hic* this?”

“Miguel I trust you, I feel safe when I’m around you. So. I want you to be my first- well second- but we don’t count that-“

“Ok, mi amor…”

Miguel let go of you and you started to unbutton your pants, and pulled them off, you then looked at him, he was laying on the sofa, waiting for you even when his body slightly shakes from painful hiccups, you removed your panties and moved his sweats and boxers.

His dick was slightly erect, but she can fix that, “Miguel~”

Miguel looked back at you, “hmmm?”

“Rule 1, you can’t touch me, if you do, I won’t make you have a good time~”

“Are there others?”

“Rule 2 final, I’ll tell you when to cum~”

“(Y/n)~ darling~”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/n) put her clit on the tip of his dick, and started rubbing back and forth, playing or toying with him, he was starting to leak pre-cum, Miguel almost touched you but then moved his hands on the sofa.

“Amor-“

She grabbed his dick and put it in her hole, she moaned quietly but it was heavenly in Miguel’s ears, his claws were back and they were digging into the sofa, he was trying so hard not to touch her delicious hips, she put both her hands on his chest, “relax sweetheart, your so stiff~” he was slowly trying to relax until you went up and down rapidly in smooth motion, you quivered each second you slammed his dick, Miguel moan with pleasure each time you ram him.

“Miguel~”

Yes—“

Before he can speak again you suddenly stopped.

“Miguel~”

“Hmmm~”

“Are you a good boy~”

Miguel redden up, “sweet-“

Before he could say anything, you went in circles while slowly going up and down with your tight pussy…

Miguel gasp, then moaned

“Are you a good boy, Miggy~”

“I—“

She suddenly went forward while he was inside of her. His dick was painfully hard.

“Are you~ Miggy~”

“Yes—“ he lightly whines

“Louder Miggy~”

“Yes!-“

She squeezed her pussy down, which gave him a small groan, “louder~~”

Yes—! I’m *hic* a good boy— please- can I~”

“Yes~”

He couldn’t hold it, he let go of the sofa and slightly dug his claws into your hips, your tight pussy was filled with cum, which you whine with pressure, he rolled his head back and looked back at you and thrust up, which made you moan louder which was music to his ears. (Y/n) lowers her chest to Miguel’s, and kiss him again

Between more soft kisses was “i love you’s” and “I adore you’s”…

—- time skip (till morning) —

Miguel woke up first and saw you in his arms… he remembered everything that happened last night. The kissing, the gentle sweet sex to a more lustful…

“Miguel?”

“Sorry that I woke you, sweet amor…”

“It’s ok, love…”

They were silent for a bit, until…

“I’ll always be by your side mig…”

“…”

“Don’t forget that…”

“I won't, my sweet querido….”

[lesbianslovebts]

When I was a young child, I had lots of meltdowns that my mom didn't understand. I would cry and cry, but I could never say what was wrong. Well, it turns out I couldn't even speak in that state, let alone explain what I was feeling. As I got older, I became more prone to shutdowns and bouts of severe depression rather than meltdowns. But now I'm in my mid-late twenties, and I've started having meltdowns again as an autistic adult. It's probably been about a year since they started up again, and I didn't know what they were at first. I wanna share what they're like for me, in case there are any other late-diagnosed autistic people who want to know more about what meltdowns look like in an adult. This is what happened 2 Saturdays ago:

I went to the store and found out they'd changed the deli section around drastically. The person who normally slices my salami wasn't there, and the new person sliced it thicker than I like. Still, as long as I had the right brand, I knew I'd be okay. But then I got home and found out my brother had his kids come over. There was abnormal debris in my path, like toys and backpacks and empty boxes for the new gates we'd had to install. That was overwhelming both visually and spatially. But I was able to heat up my regular Saturday burrito and ate it in my room. I took a nap after to recover from the grocery trip, as I usually do.

When I woke up, things started really going downhill. I stayed in my room and was trying to do things on my computer. I turned on my fan for white noise to drown out the kids, but I could still hear them squeal or cry, come up to my door and bang on it with toys, and there were other loud, unexpected bangs that made me jump in my seat, multiple times. No one had an explanation for me what those were. So, I put on my noise cancelling headphones. That worked for an hour until my ears got tired from being pressed on, so I took them off. I went out of my room to get something.

Then, I realized there were 3 additional unexpected guests over, including another child. My brother didn't tell me or my mom about this, so I froze up when I saw them. My mom pointed out that I hadn't acknowledged their greetings, but I couldn't really say anything, waved awkwardly, and moved on. I holed up in my room again and kept flinching from the noises.

Additionally, my brother, who sounds just like our abusive, alcoholic father, kept yelling at the kids. It sounded like it was right outside my door. Physical anxiety began to set in from the PTSD. Then a migraine came on. It felt like 3 nails were being hammered into my head. I took my pills and tried to sleep some more to prevent it from getting worse, but the noise was too much. I texted my mom about the migraine, desperate for her to quiet everything down, but it didn't happen.

I started breathing abnormally. I sat in my bed, rocking back and forth, unable to sleep. A couple tears fell, but I tried to stop because crying makes migraines worse. The noises didn't stop. I started pushing the heel of my palm on my head where the migraine hurt and dragged it across my skull. It would have looked like I was hitting myself. Then I started sobbing. Mouth open, gut-wrenching, screaming sobs. I tried to muffle it with my blankets, which made it harder to breathe. I coughed and gagged and blew my nose.

When I ran out of energy to sit up, I slumped against the wall, still sobbing, with my arms sticking out and tense. I dug my heels into the bed and dragged them on the mattress, kicking each leg out one after the other. By the time the meltdown ended about 30-40 minutes later, when I'd completely run out of energy, the extra guests left, and the kids were in bed. I laid in bed, exhausted, but unable to sleep. Eventually, I got out of bed to talk to my mom about what happened and what needs to change to prevent this from happening again.

I had no control over the crying, hitting, or kicking. I think frustration and anger were the most prominent emotions I felt. I was also deeply disappointed because it was my birthday weekend, and it was ruined. I still don't know what I can do, if anything, to make these meltdowns easier or shorter when they happen. I'll be working with my therapist on that. Anyway, that's what an adult autistic meltdown looked like for me.

(This is okay to reblog. I invite other adult autistics to share their experiences in the tags or comments.)

[chaiiitime]

Ok, um, wrote this a long time, but never felt brave enough to post it. Baku 2018 sexual angst i guess?

Daniel had been looking forward to this alone time at home, but now the silence of the farmhouse just felt oppressive. The problem was, he wasn’t used to being on his own. There always had been people around him — Blake, Michael, whoever else happened to be his press officer, people whose life were more or less dictated by his schedule.

He’d been feeling so restless, he’d dug out an old lounge chair from the pool house and placed it on his deck. It was still early summer days, so the heat wasn’t so uncomfortable that he couldn’t be out in the sun. He’d even grabbed a cold beer to play into the whole pretence of him relaxing.

He shifted on the chair, feeling like his skin was too tight to contain him. He rubbed his chest, trying to get rid of that jittery feeling. The hairs there were rough against his palm, making a scratching sound, almost ticklish. He had more or less dropped his waxing regimen since he’d stopped racing, so the hairs there grew freely, swirling densely around his nipples.

His hand drifted down his chest, along his sternum, following the trail of hair to the waistband of his swim trunks. His fingers tangled in the soft mat of hair there as his hand hovered, tentative.

Maybe if he just jerked off once, it would help him get rid of that anxious energy.

The thought was tempting, but he wasn’t some teenage boy who’d jerk off only because he was bored. He slipped his hand into his trunks, cupping himself. The more he thought about whether or not to do it, the harder he could feel himself grow. He tipped his head back, groaning in frustration. Ah fuck it, he thought. He was a grown man and if he wanted to rub one off on his property in the middle of the day, he could.

He kicked his swim trunks to the ground and relaxed back on the lounger. He propped one arm behind his head, the other snacking down to touch himself. He started off with long, slow strokes, starting at the base, his thumb tracing along the vein on the underside of his cock to then swipe over the smooth head. He went through his mental catalogue of fap material. There was that one busty blonde he had fucked once in Vegas. She’d been incredible at deep-throating him. He remembered how good it had felt when his cock had touched the back of her throat, the flex of her throat around him, the gagging sounds she’d made that had spurred him on.

Shit, he needed some lotion, but he couldn’t exactly just walk into the house with his throbbing dick in hand now. So, he spat on his hand, adding a twisty motion as his strokes turned sharp and short. The sun was hot on his skin, and he could smell the musk of his own sweat as it covered his body in a shiny film. He lifted his head to look down to where his hand was frantically working himself over, his rose tattoo and the veins on the back of his hand bulging and flexing with each movement. The mushroom head of his cock was mottled purple, the veins running along his shaft fully engorged. He was leaking pre-cum so much that it mixed with his saliva, creating a slippery mess. God damn, he needed to come so bad — he just needed something to push him over.

His free hand desperately thumbed at his nipples as he screwed his eyes shut tight. He tried to think of something, anything but his mind drifted to thoughts of next year. Of the possibility of getting that second Red Bull seat. Of how it would be to finally have a fucking decent car under him. If they thought he would gladly roll over and play the perfect second driver out of gratitude, they had another think coming. He couldn’t care less if every race was a repetition of their crash in Baku — he was not going to be as nice as he’d been the first time around.

He grunted as he let himself feed on the anger from that race. He let it siphon through his blood, his body coiling into a live wire. He bent one of his knees, widening his legs to give himself the leverage for his hips to flex off the lounger. He could see the red of Max’s rear lights flashing in front of his eyes. He was furiously fucking his own hand now, chasing that release with the same singular focus he had chased after Max. Because beneath the anger that day, there’d also been that thrill of the chase. That need to show them who he fucking was. His whole body strained towards that white-hot pleasure that was just out of his reach. He reached down, his other hand tugging on his balls as he pumped his dick blindingly. He thought back to the petulant curve of Max’s mouth in the debrief afterwards, and he wished he could have the wet hot suction of a mouth on him right then.

Then, just like when his and Max’s cars had come together, he felt the impact on his body. Just like for that brief moment when his car had spun, sparks and brake dust flying around him, he felt weightless as he started to come in long waves. Mouth agape to the sky, he couldn’t help the desperate sounds he was making, the whimpers falling from his lips as his toes curled into the towel on the lounger. He was still coming, the thick white ropes of his cum spilling over his hands, spraying on his chest, tangling in the hairs on his stomach. He continued pulling on his cock even as the sensations started becoming too much. He wanted to relish that feeling he’d felt back then a bit longer — that almost maniacal vindication that he’d shown them not to mess with him.

He felt completely wrecked as he came down from his high, his spent cock lying where his hips met his thighs. Still twitching and sputtering cum in the aftermath. Shit, he thought.

Max Max Maxy

Max would be his teammate again — not the wide-eyed young boy who’d laughed at Daniel’s dick jokes, but a World Champion now. It would not be the same, he thought as he lazily carded his fingers through his happy trail, getting them sticky with the aftermath of his orgasm. He needed to get up, get cleaned but he stayed where he was, letting his cum dry up on his skin, the sun beating down on him.

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 529

McCoy

McCoy looked proudly at his fiancé comforting his sister. Scotty had dug up the strength for them both. Who better to comfort each other over Robbie’s disappearance than his brother and his girlfriend?

Gently Scotty moved Leah to the couch to sit, still whispering comforting words in both Gaelic and English. McCoy could hear the tears in Scotty’s voice. He stood and walked across the room to find some tissues. He brought them back and sat them next to Scotty who looked up thankfully.

McCoy sat in the chair where Leah normally sat while she worked with David. He swallowed hard. Would his future include an advisory role for his sister? He shook the thought away. It wasn’t the time for that thinking.

“What do we do next?” he asked David.

“We have to wait until we find out more. Christopher or Captain Paris will call.”

McCoy sighed. It would be a waiting game then. He nodded.

“How did Francine and Granddad react?”

“As you can imagine,” David said. “Christopher let them know of course. I spoke briefly with Alasdair.”

“Are they coming back?” McCoy saw Scotty’s head turn as he asked the question.

David let out a long breath before answering. “At the moment, no. When we know more, possibly. Nothing has been communicated to them regarding demands of any kind. Or to anyone yet. We don’t know why Robbie was taken.”

“We do,” Scotty said quietly. “Because it’s Khan.”

“That has not been confirmed yet Scotty,” David said gently.

“Why else would the rest of the augments be gone?”

“I don’t know,” David had to admit.

“Khan came for them,” Scotty said, his voice cracking as he held in a sob.

“If it is Khan,” McCoy said quickly, “how did he get past the ships at the neutral zone?”

“Perhaps he never left Federation space,” David said.

“But that accomplice…”

“Could have lied.”

McCoy and David looked over at Leah who had spoken the words. She had a tissue, wiping at her eyes. McCoy felt a shiver at the fierceness in his sister’s face.

David’s PADD rang before they could say anymore.

“Christopher. What have you learned?” David said as he answered.

“Not much unfortunately,” the headmaster said. “Security footage at the school was taken out. And from a quick consult I had, it is not something we will be able to backtrack as was done to find Lt. Quantil.”

“The cloaked shuttle?”

“Was tracked and found.”

“Robbie?” Leah’s voice held hope.

“No Princess. It was found empty.”

McCoy’s chest ached as he watched both Leah and Scotty deflate on the couch.

“But evidence was found on board that he had been there.” Pike paused. “And that Khan had been aboard.”

Anger coiled in McCoy’s stomach.

“Someone injured Khan at some point. Drops of his blood were found near a seat.”

“Good,” Scotty whispered.

“Captain Paris says the ships along the neutral zone are all on high alert, and equipped with the tracking equation for cloaked ships. If he tries to escape back across, they will catch him.”

“And if he doesn’t go that way?” McCoy asked.

“Then everything becomes harder,” Pike said gently.

Part 530

Robbie

"I'll inform headquarters that we've found the shuttle and set up the false trail."

The pilot waited for his captain's nod and then left the shuttle to accomplish said task.

Marcus, on the other hand, stepped further into the room. He walked slowly, giving his best to be intimidating.

And it worked.

Robbie looked uncertainly at the man, who eyed him up and down.

"Who's that? Obviously he's not an Augment."

The question was clearly directed at Khan.

"This is the boyfriend of the crown princess."

All eyes turned to the leader of the Augments. Robbie's jaw dropped and he blinked in shock. His heart started to race and his mouth went dry.

How did Khan know about this? No one but a few friends and family knew anything about Leah and Robbie!

"Oh, Robbie, now don't look so surprised. It's quite obvious, isn't it? Why else would Scotty have had me come get you back when the princess was visiting? Why else would she have worn a necklace today during her speech with a pendant that looks just like the one on your bracelet?"

With each word, Khan stepped closer to Robbie, grinning down at him. He gave him a gentle pat on the cheek.

"Naive to think a superior being like me wouldn't notice."

Robbie wanted to say something back, but couldn't find the words.

"And what, pray tell, are we to do with the crown princess's boyfriend?"

Marcus' voice wiped the smile from Khan's lips. The augment turned to the captain.

"If something goes wrong with your plan, we'll have something in hand to blackmail the royal family."

The captain's expression darkened.

"Nothing will go wrong with my plan, young man. Especially not now that all five Augments are working with me."

What was this plan? What was Marcus talking about?

The grin returned to Khan's lips.

"My brothers and sisters listen to me, Captain. You should remember that."

Marcus looked from one to the other and finally nodded as his eyes lingered on Robbie.

"Some leverage... might really not hurt," he admitted, and the Scotsman shivered under the cold stare.

How could this man possibly be a Starfleet captain? A man who was so... corrupt and cold as ice. A man who obviously had dark plans.

"I want to see all Augments in my office in twenty minutes."

Kati, Joaquin, and the others exchanged uncertain glances. Apparently they had indeed been unaware of Khan's action.

"Of course, Captain."

The title sounded completely cold coming from Khan's mouth. If Robbie wasn't mistaken, both parties in this deal seemed to have their own backup plan.

And he didn't like being caught between those fronts at all.

"Take your souvenir to one of the cells."

With one last look at Robbie, the captain disappeared, leaving the Augments and the Scotsman behind.

"Who is this guy?" "What's going on?" "What's gotten into you?"

Question after question was asked of Khan, but he only smiled.

"Don't worry. I've got it all under control."

Khan loosened the shackle chained to the seat and jerked Robbie up. He laughed as the Scotsman let out a cry of pain.

Cold blue eyes met pain-filled green-gray ones.

"Chained up like a slave. Not the Scott brother I imagined, but still a wonderful sight."

Khan pulled him along and Robbie had no choice but to follow.

"Wait for me here. I'll explain everything," the Augment said to the others before they left the shuttle and entered the hangar of a starship.

Robbie felt the threatening tears in his eyes. The overwhelming anger was replaced by worry and fear.

He had to get out of here. Somehow.

And he had to trust that his loved ones were looking for him. He needed his brother's help... and his love's.

"Cuidich mi, mo chridhe."

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

I slowly walked to the kneeling man, a smirk growing on my lips as the anger in his eyes was subdued by his fear. The gasps, cries, and screams of the civilians around us were like music to my ears as I grabbed the heroes head. My fingers dug into his scalp, his green eyes widening in fear as his mouth opened in a silent scream. I felt my powers take effect, watching the blue streams flow from my hands into his ears and smiled even wider as his mind became mine.

As I searched through his memories, bringing even the most repressed to the surface, I felt something inside me snap as a feeling of horror grew inside me. I let go of him, taking a step back. Then another. Another. And another before falling to my knees, clutching my head as I tried to get his memories to stop coming in. But memories didn’t work like that.

They were like an ocean. When everything was calm, they were easy to control. Like the leader do the Hero League. Her mind was calm and collected, making it easy for me to drown her in it. But the stormier it gets, the harder it is to stay afloat.

I felt tears burn against my face, but they were ignorable compared to the feelings the memories caused. I looked up at him, eyes blurry and breath ragged. This felt like the first time I ever truly saw him. His hair, which I thought was windswept was matted, his eyes that I thought were deep were hollow, his body that I thought was slender but fit was sickly skinny.

We stared into each other eyes, a sob escaping from my mouth. I eventually stood up, walking towards the man and ripping the chains around him in half. We stared at each other for a minute. Then two. Tears streaming from both our eyes as we looked at each other. “You needed to get away from them.” I finally whispered, the silence becoming overbearing. “I can’t. They’ll find me.” He said, turning to leave, but I grabbed his arm, retracting almost immediately as he flinched.

“I won’t let them. I know I’m cruel, I’m evil, and I won’t even pretended I don’t take pleasure in pain. But no one. NO ONE! Will ever deserve what they did to you.” He stared at me, fidgeting with a tear in his suit. “But, what if they find me?” He whispered staring at the floor.

The entire city was silent, all of the onlookers watching us in confusion. “I’ll kill them.” I whispered, having moved to stand right in front of him, a hand on his cheek. “All of them?” He asked, skepticism clear in his voice. “Every last one.” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me as we walked away from the collapsing building and the angry and shocked crowd.

You are a telepathic supervillain that uses their powers to create the perfect personalised hellscape for every hero. But when you peer into the mind of the newest hero you find that they are a complete mental wreck and honestly you just feel sorry for them.

[herald-divine-hell]

Work in Progress: Jac’s Dream

~

The warmth of the drink flooded her with lapping tongues of fire, coiling through her limbs with serrated edges that sliced beneath bone and flesh, leaving her burning. She could feel it, even now—that drink that was sweeter than any kiss she had shared, that pushed back the memories if only for a little while, that bled colors back into the world, though they may have been murky, undefined. Lurid scarlet and gold, verdant emeralds, and pulsating blues, until it grew too much and the darkness seemed a sweeter kindness. A kindness that compelled her with no oaths, no promises, only a gentle freedom, where all dreams and nightmares bled away, dying within the unmarred oblivion.

But the darkness was not a lasting thing, no matter how much Jac wished with all her heart. The reminding dreams came all too vivid.

Alone she stood, naked in the cold darkness, a high wind whistling beside and over her, straggling her throat with unseen fingers clawed with talons at its end. A wrenching hand upward clasped on nothing, but the wind still struggled, buffered, grew outraged, and her fingers dug into the flesh of her throat harder with every passing moment, her arm stiffening with strength. Her eyes in the frozen black jostled for any light, for a bar of sunlight or the last dying ember in a fire, and found nothing. To the right and the left Jac glanced, searching and searching, as her fingers slipped beneath the invisible clasp, and pushed outward. Fire blossomed in her hand, as if her flesh kissed the edge of a dagger.

If only I had a sword, she thought, struggling. Jac could feel the tears marking her cheeks, burning her flesh. The tears came and fell slow and lazy, and in the madness of her dreaming mind she thought them lost in fits of laughter. And they burned too, so fiercely hot that her teeth chewed so hard at her lip that blood stained her tongue, sweet as ale.

And then she felt it, a weight in her other hand, the one left anchored and seemingly lost to her. Shadow-hidden fingers binded around the hilt of the blade, even as her right hand wavered to push the unrelenting claw from her throat. Hot blood poured down the sides of her neck, where the talons had scrapped and tore ravines of flesh away, mantling her shoulders like a cloak. She screamed, but the wind drove the noise from her, wailing and gnawing at her ears. And with greater effort than she would have liked, weighty chains dragging her left arm down, she thrust the shrouded blade upward, angling as if it was a man’s side.

The fire in her palm jolted, the biting dagger pushing upward and downward, side-to-side, as if refusing to let go. Digging deeper, cords of flame spread through her, to her fingers and its tips, down her arm and building in her shoulder. But still she pushed, harder and harder, with what little strength she had, both against the wildly twitching claw and the sword she held in hand, upward and upward. A shrieking gale burst against her enclosed fist, like a geyser of blood pouring over hand and wrist.

And then the edge of the dagger was gone, ripped suddenly away, and the fire that was building in her arm and hand burst out as true flame, scarlet sliced with onyx. Rushing out of her in a roaring thunder that swelled and tore at the darkness with savage strikes. The wind rising out from the depths fled, so only the anger of the twisting fire remained, kissing away the bloody tears and gashes at her cheeks and throat. The hilt gave away, as easily as sand crushed beneath her hand, and she saw the sword that was swallowed by darkness be consumed by a fierce white fire, dwindling down the entirety of it crumbled to the earth as motes of freshly fallen snow. That too was eaten by the darkness, as if it never existed.

[writingtomyfutureself]

Dear Diary,

Tuesday, 18th June 2024

6:64 PM

32°C 

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I am at work. It has been almost a year that I heavn't written to you.

I am 26 years old right now and after 11 days I'll be 27. This year was the most happening year. I haven't had the moment to catch a breath.

I met someone online on 5th December 2023 we started talking. He sent me a song, I heard it and it felt nice. We spoke a lot online. It felt like I was doing something out of my boundaries. I had never tried getting very serious with a guy ever. We were just was just talking but still.

We met after 3 months of talking on 03 March 2024. We were supposed to meet at a place for dinner that evenning but ended up bumping into each other at the mall 2 hours before we were supposed to meet. He was there to buy a black shirt that he promised me he would wear. It was coincidence. We eneded up not going for dinner and just stayed back in his room, watched a movie and ate ice cream.

I went back home in the morning and mom was furious. She slapped, harassed me and even dug out where my friends lived and went to their houses to harrass them. My sister was not far behind, she too took the opportunity to enjoy the fun while it lasted.

It was too much for me to handle. I saw the worst side of my mom and my sister was not far behind. I didn't talk to my friends for 3 months. I thought that they didn't want anything to do with me. Afterall, who would want to be friends with a girl whose mom comes to their houses and harassed them.

Sid was still in contact with me. Oh! His name is Sid btw.

I had the burning zeal to move out. Sid too pointed out that I should probably move out. I felt like I was being watched like an animal. It's funny I talk about moving out because when I wrote to you about a year ago I kept talking about the same thing that time too. With or without Sid living at home feels like a cage.

Finally, my friends got in touch with me after a 3 month gap. I met them and they, in detail spoke about how my mom and sister harrsed them, asked them to call me and pretend that she was not there in the room and talk to me and get out information from me. They also said that even though my mom was visibly angry my sister would use her anger and kept pushing things harder rather than descalating things. Both my friends met mom and sis on different days and they had the same thing to say that my sister could've calmed my mom down but she seemed to enjoy the drama and also was probably jealous of me. I have literally nothing to be jealous of.

It has been unbearable to live at home. Things have calmed down but after my friends spoke about how my mom and sister [especially my sister] acted and behaved I just can't get myself to like them. My mom calls it concern.

Sid keeps asking me to move out. I think I finaly will.

I am 26, shouldn'nt I be getting more freedom? My mom says I am being unreasonable.

Your friend,

Crit.

[sister-lucifer]

I loved your cat boy! idia post 😩👌 could you do more of that? (Also glad to see someone else who is also on the he/she Vil train)

Badly Behaved 

Featuring: Idia x Vil, Idia x Rook, slight Rook x Vil, Vil uses he/she pronouns, Trans Idia, Catboy!Idia AU, Idia getting punished, spanking, tail pulling, humiliation, panty pulling 

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Even good boys need punishing every now and then.

Idia was no exception. 

He mewled desperately as he writhed on Vil’s lap, squirming about in his daze although he wasn’t trying to get away. After all, that would only result in more punishment. 

He laid over Vil’s legs on his stomach, oversized sweater pushed up past his hips, his dripping cunt just barely covered by his now soaked panties. They were hardly more than a thin string between his pussy lips, constricting around him and rubbing harshly against his clit whenever he moved. There was hardly any point in wearing them considering how little they covered, but they squeezed his cunt so deliciously. 

There was a time when Idia complained about Rook insisting he wore the purposely small undergarments he’d bought for him, but that seemed like an eternity ago now.

“Viiiiil! P-Please, I’m sorry!” Idia begged, voice whiny and high pitched. His blue nails dug hard into the sheets, tail thrashing about in the air. It seems his pleas fell on deaf ears, for Vil gave no response besides another hard spank. The slap reverberated off the walls, coupled with Idia’s yelp. 

A loud sob shook his body, another wave of tears welling up in his eyes. 

Punishments never lasted this long. They must’ve been really mad…Either or that, or Idia hadn’t been punished in so long he’d forgotten what it was like.

“No time for apologies now,” Rook spoke up, sitting in front of Idia and gazing down at him with pity. “This is what bad little pets get.” 

Idia whimpered in response. The only thing he hated more than punishments was disappointing his masters. 

And yet, he had done just that. 

Rook and Vil had only been gone for a few hours, but Idia couldn’t stand not having a cock to sit on or fingers in his cunt. He wasn’t supposed to touch himself without permission, he knew that, but he did it anyways. 

The truth was, he brought this on himself. 

“Maybe you’ll think about this next time you try disobeying us.” Vil added as his hand came down onto Idia’s ass once more, even harder than the last time. 

Idia cried out, back arching as he mewled. His tail stood up straight, frozen, and his ears pressed flat against his head. 

As Vil pulled her hand away she teasingly brushed against Idia’s barely clothed clit. He had been so worked up already that it was enough to have him trembling.  Idia practically face planted into the sheets, his entire body shaking like a leaf as he sobbed. 

Another hard slap made him tense and squeal. His legs twitched as he resisted the urge to pull away. 

Rook’s hand came down to pet his hair as he cooed condescendingly at his pet. 

“Aww, poor baby, can’t take the consequences? That’s too bad…next time don’t let us come home to find you knuckle deep in your own pussy.” 

Idia merely whined at the lewd scolding. 

He gasped as he felt Vil harshly grip his panties, unable to brace himself before she pulled upward. He could practically feel the anger in her grip. 

“A-Ah—! Vil, gentle! Gentle!” He begged, despite knowing there was no use.

“You haven’t earned gentle!” Vil replied, “Someone needs to show this pussy a lesson.” He tugged even harder, nearly lifting Idia’s knees off the bed. 

“Vil—! No! I-It’s rubbing my…m-my—!” 

The fabric rubbed harshly against his clit, making him squirm. There was no denying the way his soaking cunt squelched with each movement. 

“Your what, hm? Your what?” Rook asked, an obvious sadistic glint in his eyes. 

“My…m-my…” 

Even after everything Idia had done, he could never force himself to say such lewd things. He wanted to curl up from embarrassment. 

“Say it. Now.” Vil demanded. When Idia still gave no answer, Rook moved behind him. Without warning Rook’s gloved hand came down on him, nearly throwing him forward. 

“M-My clit—!” Idia choked out, “I-It’s rubbing on my clit too hard, a-and my pussy…” 

“Mm, I’ll say,” Rook purred. One of his fingers ran up Idia’s constricted cunt, making him shiver. 

“Please…” Idia begged, “No…n-no more…I’ll be good, I will…” 

“You promised you’d be good when you left, baby boy,” Vil said. “We have to make sure you learn your lesson.”

Finally Vil released her hold on his panties, letting them snap back into place against Idia’s skin. He was so dazed he hardly even flinched. 

There were a long seconds where nothing happened. Everything seemed oddly silent, and he knew Vil and Rook were coordinating something, but he didn’t dare look back. 

Then he felt the hand wrap around the base of his tail.

And Idia screamed.

For a hybrid like him, his tail was his most sensitive appendage, especially the base. It could bring him ten times more pleasure than any stimulation to his cunt.

Instinctively he tried to move away from the sudden rush of overwhelming pleasure, but a quick bit of magic was more than enough to hold him in place. 

“Please, please—!” He cried, “I cant—! It’s too much! Let go!” 

But no such thing happened. 

Rook’s grip only tightened, quickly rubbing up and down the base of his bright blue tail. For only a few moments Idia could beg, and after that the only sounds he could make were incomprehensible babbling. 

Rook took great pride in the way he could make Idia scream, the way he could absolutely break him. He could read his emotions and body language so well he never had to worry about struggling to please him. 

Vil, on the other hand, felt just a twinge of guilt at Idia’s broken screams. He leaned over to Rook with a hint of worry on his face.

“Oh, Rook, don’t you think it’s just a bit mean?” She whispered, making sure Idia couldn’t hear. Although, she could practically be yelling and Idia still wouldn’t be able to hear it through the overstimulation.

“If he wants to stop, he’ll use the safe word,” Rook replied. “Besides, we’ve put him through more than this.” 

Rook rested his head on Vil’s shoulder, giving a feather light kiss to his neck. 

“Just enjoy our pliant little toy while we have a reason to punish him. I don’t want that sweet pussy ever forgetting this.”

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[sensei-venus]

(Not Non-con, Sam just realizes that Reader can fight back when she wants to😈)(unedited)

“W-what? You don't even like me! Tory has been the only one being nice to me!” Reader could hardly get the words out as Tory went to town on her pussy. Lapping at her folds and licking strips up her pussy lips. She could feel Tory grin against her. Ger mouth working her over.

Sam rolled her eyes and growled as she grouped at Readers fat tits. Her nipples pebbling under her rough treatment. Sam couldn't help but squeeze at the soft flesh. He mouthed at the skin, sucking mark after marks into the skin of her breasts. Running her flat tongue over the sensitive bud she smiled up at the pump girl. Her eyes where closed as she moaned out, one of her hands gripped at Tory’s. Tory's hand gripped at the dough like flesh of the chubby girls thighs. Tory smiled as she felt the girl lance her fingers with hers. She sucked the other girls clit a bit harder making her buck up into her mouth.

Sam’s brow furrowed as she watched this, her anger only raising.

Reader was hers, from the very start. She was hers to pick on and mess with, to bully and play with. Reader was basically pure. She should have been Sam’s, Sam wanted to be the first one to eat her out, to finger get little pussy, to make her squirt on her strap. Hell she didn’t even get to cum right on the girls face yet. Paint her pretty mouth with her cum.

Sam bit down on the girls nipple in retaliation, hard.

Reader almost screamed but a loud yelp let her mouth instead. Tears pricked and welled in her eyes. They bubbled over the bottom of her lids and threatened to spill over and down her cute cheeks. Sam smirked before her eyes widened.

She was suddenly being yanked back by the hair just as hard as she bit the other girl.

Tory grabbed her by the roots of her hair by the fist full. Her face was pulled into a deep scowl. Her eyes squinted as she looked down at the shorter girl.

“Your little bitch! I said we could shear and I thought that I made it pretty clear that if I let you touch her then you would be nice. No fucking bitting! You dumb bitch, look at her, you hurt her and almost made her cry!”

Tory ushered the wet eyed girl up on shaking legs before whipping the other girl around by the hair and shoving her onto the desk. Sam gasped as she was roughly shoved onto the hard table. The next moment her hair was being released but her jeans pulled completely off, her panties ripped in two by the crotch. Her own wet folds where exposed to the cool are of the room making her shiver.

“Look at you, just as wet as she is. You really thought you where going to come in here and get off didn’t you? Just easy right? Just make poor Reader take it. I think Reader should have some fun too. How about I let Reader make you HER bitch today? You like calling her one all the time, how about we let her treat YOU like one for once. I think that sounds fair.” Tory smirked at the shocked girls face. Her mouth hung open in pure shock.

Tory went up behind her on the desk and pulled her legs up, holding them as she folded the much smaller girl in two. Tory’s hands moved down Sam’s soft belly, her fingers running though her trimmed pubic hair and finally finding her folds. She quickly ran her fingers between the girls wet folds and spread them out, showing her pretty pussy off to Reader.

“Keep sucking her until she’s broken Reader. I want to see LaRusso get her shit rocked until she’s stupid and knows her place.”

Reader could only nod as she dug into Sam’s wet cunt.

She fingered the girl wide open and watched as her hole clenched around her fingers. Her tight heat trying to pull her in. Her pussy juices ran over her fingers and hand making a mess of the desk under them. Her thighs where flushed and the folds of her cunt where bright. All her blood flowing to her pretty pussy that was being pounded open. Reader mouthed at her folds, sucking them in and drawing patterns on the soft flesh. She flicked Sam’s clit a few times and she bucked against her. Tory just held her legs up higher as Reader worked.

Sam cried out as her pussy was eaten. Her eyes wet as they started to bubble with pleasured filled tears. Her bottom lip was raw from where she was biting at it. She drew blood with how hard she was biting.

Her insides clenched as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

Reader latched onto her fat clit and sucked. She pounded at her G-spot with her fingers and sanctioned her lips around the girls clit. And that was all it took to make Sam squirt against the chubby girls face.

Tory shoved a hand over Sam’s mouths she screamed out from her orgasm. Her legs and thighs twitched, her hips bucking up. Her belly clenched almost painfully. Wave after wave of cum squirted from her poor abused hole. It landed on Readers chin and dripped down tits. Reader sucked softly on her clit until she was done, waiting until Sam was over sensitive and her pussy raw. She moved back with a deep breath and licked her lips of Sam’s sweet liquid. She moaned at the flavor, watching as her hole gapped at nothing and cum dripped out of her hole. Her clit twitched at just the air.

“Did I do good Tory?”

“You did amazing babe.”

Sam laid boneless on the desk, completely fucked out. Cunt still twitching for more.

Going off the Bully!Sam/Reader/Bully!Tory thread we had going.

Imagine Sam corners Reader and is super mean, calling her names and making fun of her. Tory sees all of it but dosen't do anything in the moment, she just lets it happen.

But later that day at school, Tory finds her and whisks her away to a empty classroom where she eats her out on one of the desks.

Tory sets up a elaborate plan to get Sam to show up, not knowing what to expect.

Sam walks in on a half naked Reader being eaten out-

(Just food for thought)

-Sensei-Venus

"I never took you for the type to get it on in school," Sam says, walking into the room. Oh she's so jealous, but she'd be dawned not to let this golden opportunity pass her up all because she wants to be the one eating Reader out. "What a naughty girl."

She walks over and pulls Tory away from Reader by her hair, looking at her glistening face as she licks her lips of Reader's sweet taste. "You're no better, and I don't like you... but I think we can come to some kind of agreement."

"You can take her tits or use her mouth if you want," Tory smirks.

They both look at flustered, sweet little Reader who can barely hold herself up on the desk. She hastily starts unbuttoning her shirt and Sam shoves Tory's face back in her cunt before pouncing.

As she starts playing with Reader's tits, pulling them out of her bra and pinching her nipples, she starts berating her. "We're both so nice to you and this is all you can do for us, how pathetic. And here I thought you cared about me."

(@sensei-venus add more if you'd like 👀)

[the-fiction-witch]

The Saturday Switch

Media the maze runner au

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating smut

Concept body swap

Smut nudity/ masturbation/ nipple play

I smiled widely hugging my pillow as tight as I could slightly muttering into the cotton "ummm y/n" I smiled giving my pillow some soft little kisses, but as I woke up more I noticed something out of the ordinary. It wasn't hard. That's odd. I am almost every morning In fact between my legs felt a little wet oh fuck please tell me I didn't. I sat up and stretched yawning a little before I opened my eyes.

And I screamed in shock before putting a hand over my mouth.

I knew this room this is y/n's room! I could see all of her bedroom much how I last saw it, her curtains drawn keeping out the sun, her little wardrobe shut up, all her little things where they usually lived. I could see myself in the mirror of her vanity I was… in her body. 

Sat in her little purple bedspread, wearing only her little loose-fitting drama club shirt without a bra or panties, her hair in a little bun tied up with a purple ribbon. I ran my hands all over this body feeling so soft and squishy. My god if I could get hard I'd be harder then ever before. I couldn't stop looking at this body running my hands all over it. For a moment I panicked how much time would I have in this body? I don't know but I'm not wasting it. I grasped my breasts in my hands giving them a fondle and squeeze uhhhh so much bigger then I imagined the moment I began fondling my nipples started getting hard so I gently rubbed on them to give them a little friction fuck how does she leave this body alone! I couldn't help myself I moved my hand under the covers for a moment confused how exactly this worked but after a few attempts at things I figured out the exact spot and style I needed to do to cause enough pleasure to make this body squirt with excitement my eyes rolling back into my head trying not to scream in pleasure it didn't take long she clearly hadn't done it in a while so much so when I hit the orgasum I pretty much reached another plane of existence unable to move my body for a minute or two … fuck. Girls… girls feel better. Somehow. But they do. When I regained some thought I sat up and it occurred to me if I'm in y/n's body she's likely in mine. Hu. Why isn't she beating the door down in anger? Ohh its half seven yeah my body is not going to be awake yet better not waste my time.

I leaped out of bed and threw the little shirt onto the bedsheets immediately looking at every inch of this body in the mirror uhhhh fuck. Why the hell does she keep this in those stuffy little pinafores! My god I've seen porn stars that didn't have bodies like this! … ummm wait I get to choose what she wears today. Ohhh yeah! I'm gonna make her look so hot! I dug through her wardrobe for a while digging out an adorable little outfit with boots, thigh high socks, a cute little skirt, and a top that was basically a bra doing her hair up in a little braid but… umm it looks too good. And I quickly jumped back into bed for another round. 

I laid Still snug in the bed after all that when the door burst open and I saw my body looking very very angry. 

"Hi" I smiled

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨6/End

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) cucking, violence, blood, some untagged extreme events.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: Here’s the grand finale, I hope you all enjoy it!

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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You breathed shakily as you clipped the chain of diamonds around your neck. Clark stood and you watched him place his gun down. He rolled his head back and cracked his neck as he shrugged off his jacket. He slung it over the corner of the upholstered chair and your fingers fluttered down the front of your dress.

“Marcus,” he called tauntingly and clapped his hands, “I think you should see this with both eyes, don’t make me take one out.”

“Stop,” you hissed, “please.”

“What do you care about him, sweetheart? He’s a pimp,” he said brusquely.

You lowered your eyes and sniffed. He nudged you with a bent knuckle then hooked his finger under the strap of your dress.

“It’s getting late,” he warned, “let’s go.”

You stepped away from him and pushed down the zipper hidden underneath your arm. You kept your gaze to the floor as you slid the straps down your arms and shimmied out of the taut fabric. You flung the dress away and bent to undo your strappy heels. Clark tutted as he got close and slapped your ass.

“I like those, they go well with the necklace,” he purred and traced his finger up your back to snap the band of your bra.

You winced and stood. You reached back and unhooked the bra and tossed it at him with venom. You exhaled and pushed down your panties as he hummed. It took all your strength and pride not to cover yourself and cower. He came up behind you and traced your shaped with his fingertips.

“Come on,” he gripped your waist and walked you around, only feet from Marcus as he stopped you in front of the ladder, “up.”

“What?” you grabbed the rungs as he urged you closer.

“Go up,” he repeated brusquely.

You climbed carefully and when you got to the top, he tickled the back of your thigh.

“Turn around, sweetheart, and take a seat,” he demanded.

You heard Marcus sob against the gag and you turned as you tried not to slip. You sat on the top of the ladder as you faced Clark and he grasped your knees. He pushed until you let him part your legs and you felt the cool air along your cunt. He bit tip of his tongue out and kneaded your thighs.

“I’ve been patient, I can keep on,” he taunted as he leaned in and his hot breath grazed your folds, “I want to savour this, sweetheart.”

He flicked his tongue along your cunt and you hissed and clung to the sides of the ladder. He pushed your legs back so that your feet hooked around the rungs and held your hips in place. You gasped at the sensation that steamed from your loins and bit your lip. 

You put your bent finger between your teeth and moaned. His tongue moved faster as if encouraged by your weak drawl and your heart fluttered wildly. You dropped your hand to your throat and the diamonds pressed to your palm. You gulped and leaned your head back as you tried to stifle a whine.

He kept more fervent with each lap, and you pushed your thighs against his face. You looked down without thinking and the height made you dizzy. You rasped and grabbed the back of his head as you feared you would fall. He growled and sucked on your clit. You groaned as your lungs burned and your eardrums pulsed. 

You panted as the flames licked at your flesh. You turned your head away from Marcus in shame as you felt the sudden peak rising. Your hand slipped down to grasp the back of Clark’s neck and you squirmed as you came into his mouth. He kept the pressure on your clit and teased it lightly with his teeth until your legs hung limp and slowly dragged his lips down your thigh, a trail of your arousal left along your skin.

“Mmm,” he stood and shoved his hand between your legs. He pushed a finger into you suddenly and the ladder teetered beneath you. He steadied it with his other hand and added another finger, “listen to her, Marcus. How could you let this go? Priceless.”

He pulled his fingers from your cunt and held them up so that they glistened in the light. He presented them to Marcus and raised them to his mouth to suck them clean. You grimaced and looked away once more.

“Sweetheart,” he turned back and kicked the bottom rung, “you can turn around.”

You blinked at him and swallowed. You trembled as you stood on a rung and he caught you before you could fall. He helped turn you around and placed your hands at the top of the ladder and he guided you to the bottom rung. You gripped it tightly as he groped your ass and smacked it several times so the sound reverberated. 

Your flesh stung as he pressed himself to your back and nuzzled your head. He gripped your hips and rubbed his thumbs along your hips. He pulled your waist back so you were bent slightly against the ladder. He pushed apart your ass as slid two fingers down to your cunt.

He ran his fingertips along your wet folds and unzipped his pants with his other hand. You quivered as he came flush against you and bent his knees as he prodded at you from below. His tip brushed along your entrance and he coated himself in your juices before he slid just inside.

You bent your head and gulped in air as he stretched you. You reached back as he pushed in another inch and you pressed your hand to his stomach blindly. He grabbed your hand and twisted your arm behind your back. He thrust into you completely and bent to whisper along the shell of your ear.

“Feel that,” he jerked his hips so that you cried out, “perfect fit.”

“Please…” you croaked.

“Please… more?” he mocked and drew his hips back, only to slam into you again.

“Nnngghhh,” you groaned and clung to the ladder as he rocked slowly.

“This is real art, Marcus,” Clark said as he ran his hands up your side and cupped your tits, “look at her… listen to her.”

“Pl--” you couldn’t speak as your walls tightened around him snugly, begging for more even as the strained around him.

“Mmmmm,” he kissed your neck and sent a shiver through you, “so sweet.”

He nibbled playfully then sank his teeth in as he sped up. He grunted and stood back as his hips clapped against your ass. His motion stuttered for just a moment and suddenly a loop of cloth fell over your head and around your neck. He pulled the tie until it was taut around your throat and wrapped the tails around his hand.

“Ah, look at her wearing her leash like a good kitten,” he purred, “my kitten.”

You shook your head and moaned through your clamped lips. Why did it have to feel so good?

He grabbed your chin with his other hand and turned your face towards Marcus. Your head lolled in his grip and your lashes fluttered as you saw the shadow of the man you loved. You couldn’t just let that go, not in a night. A tear trickled from your eye and leaked down the side of Clark’s hand.

He kept his hand firm around your jaw and his other arm swept around your waist. He lifted you from the ladder and you squeaked. He carried you to the chair, his cock buried as deep as it would go. He bent his legs as he placed you on the cushion and you latched onto the back as he began to fuck you again; harder, faster than before.

Your voice rang out as your groans grew almost to wails. All your anger and sadness bubbled over as the pleasure forced it from your lungs. You bared your teeth and blinked through the blur. Marcus shook his head as the stool wobbled beneath him. You hated him, you hated the man behind you. You hated that you were so stupid.

You came with a shrill cry and Clark dropped your head against the back of the chair. You hugged the upholstery and whimpered as he sped up. He lifted your legs off the seat as he rutted into you, his growls savage and carnal. Your nails dug into the fabric and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the swell of ecstasy.

He rammed into you so hard you were crushed against the seat. He supported himself against the arms of the chair as he pounded into you. He huffed and swore under his breath as you felt him quake and he spilled into you. You braced yourself, disgusted by him and how great it felt.

When he finished, he lingered inside you, his knee against the edge of the seat. He slid out of you slowly and his cum dripped out of you as you sat back to catch your breath, your arms shaky as you pushed away from the cushion. He went to the table where your paints were and he took a clean rag from the bunch to wipe himself. He whistled and caught his breath.

“Did you like the show?” he taunted Marcus and tossed the dirty cloth at him, “I sure did.”

Marcus grumbled through the gag and you backed off the chair. Your walls were tender and tingly, your legs trembling, and your soul racked with shock and spite. You could hardly see as the dim light made your head ache and you shook your head as you tried to escape the afterglow that drained the energy from you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her,” Clark continued, “I can give her anything she wants and what can you do, hmm?” 

You fell against the small square table and your hand scrambled for the dark pistol. You stood straight and turned to limp over towards the men. Clark’s back was to you as your heels knocked clumsily against the wood. As you neared, Marcus lifted his head and his brow wrinkled.

You aimed at Clark but before you could pull the trigger, his arm was around yours. He pushed the gun down and you fired into the floor. He overpowered you easily as his hand wrapped around yours and you fought for control of the gun. He chuckled darkly and forced your arm forward.

He pointed the barrel at Marcus as you tried to push it away and another shot went off and left your ears ringing. You screamed as you watched the blood spread across your boyfriend’s chest. Clark released you and you fell to the floor as the gun spun across the floor. 

You got to your knees and dragged yourself over to Marcus. You reached to touch his bleeding chest and more spread onto the gag shoved into his mouth. The red stained your hands and dripped down your arms as you rose to cradle his head and his breath rattled as you pulled the cloth from his mouth. His eyes rolled back and you felt the strength leave him entirely.

“No, no, no,” you grabbed his chin and smacked his cheek, “please, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Marcus…”

You were yanked back suddenly and nearly fell over on the strappy heels. Clark spun you to face him and you hit his chest. You looked up at him as he pushed your face against him and embraced you. He hushed you as he pet your head.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s alright,” he cooed, “you won’t be alone.”

Tears flowed down your cheeks and choked you. You sniffled and shook your head as you pushed weakly against Clark, “you’re a monster.”

“You pulled the gun, sweetheart. We could’ve been done…” he snarled as he dragged you over to the window and spun you against the glass, “but the adrenaline always get my blood pumping.”

He pressed you to the glass as your hands streaked scarlet along the window. You heard his zipper again and in an instant, he was inside you. You were on the toes of the heels as he shook the glass and thrust into you deliberately. You leaned your forehead to the cold pane and stared out into the night, the metallic smell of blood tugging at your nostrils.

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You didn’t sleep, you didn’t even lay down as Clark moved your body how he wanted. The water couldn’t be hot enough to scald away your guilt and the memories of a night that never ended. The afterglow of the shower and your night did little to ease the horror of your existence. You felt as if the blood still stained your hands as you buttoned up the borrowed shirt.

You went to the window of the spacious bedroom and looked out as you heard the voices below. The black plastic bags loaded into the back of an equally dark car. You sobbed and smothered it with the loose cuff of the shirt. That was how you said goodbye, watching the remnants of your boyfriend thrown away like trash.

“Sweetheart?” Clark’s voice set your hair on edge and you turned to face him, a towel hung loosely around his waist, “I know it’s hard now--”

“How can you be okay?” you edge away from him as he neared, “he’s dead. You shot him.”

“Wasn’t my finger on the trigger,” he planted his hand against the wall and blocked you with his arm, “you shouldn’t play with guns.”

You sniffed and mopped up the last of your tears. He was so callous, so calculating. It chilled you completely.

“Who are those men?”

“A few soldiers,” he said as he dropped his arm and grabbed your hand, “you look tired. You should sleep.”

“I can’t,” you tried to tug away but he kept a hold of you.

“Well, if you’ve still got the energy,” he pulled you against him and snaked his hands down to your ass.

“You’re horrible,” you uttered as you grasped his thick biceps.

“To some,” he bent so that his nose touched yours, “but I can be real good to you, sweetheart.”

You stared at him, worn and weak. He kissed you and you let him. Marcus was dead because of you. You thought he was the selfish one for wanting everything this man had, but hadn’t you wanted the same? You came here to paint because you wanted to get paid. You were no different and now he was gone and you were stuck exactly where you belonged. It was what you deserved.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he parted and turned you to walk you backwards to the bed, “you’re gonna need your sleep.”

He nudged you down onto the bed. He went to the window and drew the long drapes and the room dimmed. He swept away his towel and let it pile on the floor as he climbed up next to you and reclined with a sigh. You laid back on the pillow and looked up at your reflection in the mirror set into the ceiling.

“Now that is art,” he winked at your reflection as he reached to caress your cheek, “you’ll see it soon enough.”