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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 65: April 2017

The first thing Martin heard when he surfaced from unconsciousness was a high-pitched voice crying in evident delight, “Oh, it’s you!”

Martin groaned as the voice grated on the raw edges of his throbbing head. There was almost certainly a lump where Breekon or Hope had struck him, and his first addled thought was to wonder if Jon could be prevailed upon to bring him an icepack. Then awareness sludged through the pudding of his brain of something tight around his wrists and something unpleasant-tasting stuffed in his mouth.

He forced his eyes open and immediately wished he hadn’t. Someone had taken his glasses off, which was the opposite of helpful in his current situation, because his eyes immediately reached for the Ceaseless Watcher to compensate before his rational mind could get up to speed enough to stop them. A thousand glowing indigo eyes stared at him impassively and unblinkingly, and looming directly over him was a person-shaped flare of the same indigo light. Off to one side, he thought he could see something glowing brownish-tan, from which a low sort of humming came, indistinct and melodic but grating at the same time. None of it was as bright as he might have expected. The static that always seemed to hiss on the edge of his hearing when he used his powers sounded wrong, and it hurt, but he wasn’t in any kind of shape to force it back.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, or tried to. It came out as muffled upset.

“Now, that’s not good,” the voice said from the direction of the person-shaped blur in front of him. So an Avatar of the Stranger, then. “Where are my manners? Give him back his glasses.”

Rough, unkind hands shoved Martin’s glasses onto his face, forcing his head back and making him grunt as the sore spot impacted with something hard and wooden. Pain made his vision white out for a second. When it cleared, the indigo glow around him was gone, replaced with a sputtering light from a bare bulb dangling overhead that didn’t so much illuminate the area as give interesting edges to the shadows. It was, from what little he could see, a warehouse of some kind. He seemed to be sat on a chair, a wooden one, but sturdy; ropes bit into his wrists and ankles when he tried to move. There was some sort of foul-tasting cloth shoved into his mouth and tied in place. He was cold all over, and needed no more than a quick glance down to confirm that he was totally naked. Waxwork mannequins, not very well-done ones, crowded the space around him in near-regimental lines. Standing next to him was a tall, burly figure he almost recognized as one of the delivery men who had dropped off the table, arms folded over its chest and scowling; another, similar figure he almost recognized stood a few feet away, also scowling, and between them was a wooden box that Martin immediately hated very much. Directly in front of him was a mannequin of a different kind, this one plasticine, shiny and smooth and graceful, like the ones you saw in shop windows at the higher-quality department stores. It had slim, cruelly sharp fingers at the end of arms just slightly longer than normal, and it wore a red-and-gold jacket and matching top hat reminiscent of the one the ringmaster had worn the time Martin’s class had gone on a trip to the circus, but its face was smooth and blank, even more than shop mannequins usually wore. As he blinked the last of the spangles out of his eyes, though, the figure tied on a Venetian volto mask, a Pagliaccio, with its black tears stained red and its lips—most unusually for the style—parted, baring its teeth in a preternaturally sharp grin, and stared at him with its blank, hollow eyes that revealed nothing beneath.

Martin’s muffled exclamation this time was one of fear and panic. This had to be Nikola Orsinov.

Orsinov clapped its (her?) hands. The sculpted expression of the mask, of course, never so much as twitched, but the pleasure certainly seemed genuine enough. “So you’re Martin! You know, when Breekon and Hope told me they had brought me—how did they put it? Oh, yes—‘some fat schlub’—”

Martin couldn’t suppress a muffled bark of annoyance. He knew he was fat, but really, coming from those two…

“—instead of the Archivist, well, I was very unhappy,” Orsinov continued, as if she hadn’t heard him. “I was all set to just kill you and use you for spare parts. But imagine my surprise to see…you!” She gave a merry giggle that sent chills up Martin’s spine. “Oh, yes, I know all about you. You’ve been quite the nuisance these last few years—you and your little friend. What’s her name? Melanie.”

It was difficult to sound threatening with a gag in his mouth, but Martin gave it his best go anyway. Orsinov ignored him. “We really wanted an Archivist for this, but from everything I’ve heard, you’ll do just fine.” She giggled again. “Do you know, Jude actually thought you were the Archivist? I didn’t have the heart to set her straight.”

Martin wanted to point out that Orsinov didn’t have a heart at all, unless she’d stolen that from somewhere too, and that Jude Perry was by no stretch of the imagination “straight”, but it was extremely difficult. He pushed at whatever was jammed into his mouth with his tongue, trying to dislodge it, but it was firm and unyielding. He settled for glaring.

Orsinov waggled a finger at him. “Ah-ah-ah! We’re letting you keep your glasses so you can see, but don’t think you can See here. I’ve heard all about your eyes, Martin! I know what you can do. But try to do that here, and it will be very bad for you.”

Martin grumbled at her through the gag. He wasn’t trying to See; he didn’t enjoy it, and he didn’t really need to, either—he knew she was the Stranger. Besides, it would only drain his energy, and he was going to need that if he was going to escape.

“Now then. Let’s see what we have here.” Orsinov picked up something from a nearby table—Martin’s jacket—and began rifling through the pockets. “Two train tickets from Newcastle to London…dated today. My, my, we are being nosy! A canvas case…” She unzipped the case. “With lock picking tools. I wouldn’t have thought you would go for that, Martin. And…oh? What’s this?”

She held up the tape recorder that Martin had tucked into his jacket on a whim before he and Jon set out for Newcastle; he hadn’t necessarily planned on recording anything per se, but he’d figured it couldn’t hurt to have. He directed a sarcastic mumbling in Orsinov’s direction about whether she was too young to know what a tape recorder was.

“I wonder if it’s any good?” Orsinov turned it over several times in her hands, then pressed the RECORD button experimentally. Since she was right under his nose, Martin was able to see the wheels begin turning, which meant there was still room on it, not that he knew for sure how long each side was. Long enough for statements, that was all that mattered. “Oh, it does work! What have you been recording? Anything spooky?”

Martin tried to tell her that he’d been recording the truth about her assistants, but it still came out as just muffled nonsense. Orsinov didn’t seem to notice. “Is it…your Elias who listens?” She held the recorder up to the mouth of the mask. “Hellooooooooo!”

Martin mumbled a few choice words about Elias’s parentage, the species of said parents, and the validity of their marriage, most of which were swallowed up by the gag. Orsinov continued to address the recorder. “He’s mine now, and you can’t have him back.”

Martin was about to tell Orsinov she was welcome to Elias—even though he knew she likely meant him—but then he realized that the low background humming had increased in volume until it was practically an angelic chorus. He looked at the box again. This time his eyes had adjusted to the dim light of the warehouse, and he recognized the shape of it: a coffin, made of some old, dark wood, with chains wrapped around it. His skin crawled as he recognized it as the one from Joshua Gillespe’s statement—the coffin that was clearly the Buried. But why was it here? He tried to quell his panic and ask Orsinov what the hell she wanted it for; it just came out as vague, questioning mumbles.

Orsinov actually seemed to understand him. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s not for you. You won’t even need a coffin—we’re going to use every piece of you.”

That part, at the very least, was…not a surprise, actually. Martin found himself humming a couple bars of ���Every Little Piece” from Pete’s Dragon. Orsinov turned to the two men Martin presumed to be Breekon and Hope. “Now, could you two please move that thing somewhere far, far away?”

Martin found himself emphatically agreeing with Orsinov, not something he’d ever have believed he would do. One of the deliverymen, though, just shrugged. “Not really.”

“Needs to be near us,” the other said, which Martin found interesting.

Orsinov’s expression never changed, but somehow, Martin suspected if she could, she’d be scowling. “Well, just…move yourselves away, and take it with you.”

“Gotcha,” said the first.

“Right you are,” said the second.

They picked up the coffin as if it were an ordinary bit of furniture being moved, one at the front, one at the back. With an ominous rattle of chains, they lurched off into the depths of the warehouse. The eerie chorus gradually faded away until the only sound in the warehouse was the sound of rain, faintly drumming on the roof or windows or both. Martin breathed a bit easier despite the gag in his mouth.

“Right,” Orsinov said cheerily. “Where were we?”

“Oh, really.” Martin almost managed to make that spit out distinctly despite the gag.

“Oh, of course!” Orsinov returned her attention to the tape recorder. “So, Elias, can I call you Elias? Let me set the scene, as I know you can’t actually see this. He’s tied to a chair—Sarah wanted to use nails, but I talked her out of it because I’m a good friend. You’re welcome. And he’s absolutely surrounded by waxworks. Not…good waxworks, though. Weird ones. Wax faces where you almost recognize who it’s meant to be, but then…ah, it’s downright uncanny!”

Martin swore at her in three languages, secure in the knowledge that she probably wouldn’t care even if she could understand and translate them. Orsinov scoffed at him. “Excuse me! I’m talking to your boss, and I would thank you not to interrupt.”

If the gag had permitted him to physically bite his tongue, Martin would have. He didn’t know where the recorders were coming from, but he did know they were hardly a direct line to Elias. Still, better to let Orsinov believe that for now. She might say something indiscreet.

“You know,” Orsinov continued to the recorder, “I must say, Elias, can I call you Elias? You have not raised this one very well.”

At that, Martin couldn’t restrain himself from telling her he’d been raised by someone a lot scarier than Elias, but she ignored him. Or just couldn’t understand him. “He is rude. And he just will not stop asking questions. Ooh, but now, I can ask the questions! How are you feeling?”

Cold. Annoyed. Probably not as terrified as he should be, because this was an objectively terrifying situation, but he was quite a bit less tense now that the Buried coffin was gone. Worried about Jon and whether he’d made it back to the Institute, although Orsinov had said they’d got him instead of Jon. Slightly hungry, seeing as he hadn’t eaten since early that morning and it was…however late it was now. Relieved that it was him and not anybody else trapped in this position. Martin tried to convey all of that in as simple a way as he could, but since he couldn’t twist his wrist, restrained as it was, to flip her the bird properly, he settled for another muffled sentence.

“Oh, wonderful,” Orsinov said brightly. “Now, about the whole skin thing…did the Archivist tell you about that, by the way? Well! We had an ancient relic one we wanted him to find, and originally I was just planning to have him followed until he did. I mean, my goodness, it is very powerful. And if he didn’t come through, well, he’s quite powerful himself, and more than that, he is…symbolically appropriate, so…” She giggled again. “I thought he’d make a lovely frock!”

If Martin had tried to threaten her before when she’d brought up Melanie, he was definitely more emphatic now when she brought up a direct threat to Jon. Orsinov just giggled again. “Exactly! And, well, I was going to wait, but…y’know, have you ever had one of those backup plans that, when you think about it, they’re—they’re just more fun? So I told Breekon and Hope I changed my mind. Only you got in the way, Martin. Just think, you could be safe and secure…but you had to interfere, and get in the Archivist’s way.” She clucked her tongue (did she even have a tongue? Had she stolen that too?) almost sympathetically. “But as I said…you’re plenty powerful, too. In fact, if I hadn’t known who the Archivist was, I might have agreed with Jude. So…out with the old, in with…well, in with the you!”

Martin’s long-suffering groan needed no words or translation. Orsinov reached out and caressed his cheek with one long, plasticine finger. It felt wrong, unsurprisingly, and he shuddered at the unpleasant sensation that ran through his entire body. “You understand, don’t you, Martin? You know all about the power that can be written on a skin. And you’ve been so beloved of your patron for so long…is it any surprise that I realize now you will make the very best outfit for the Dance? You’ll fit me so much better than the little Archivist.”

That, more than anything, finally broke the dam that was holding back his fear. Martin had tried so hard not to be afraid, or at least not to show he was afraid, but now he couldn’t stop himself. He garbled at her incoherently as he struggled against his bonds, trying desperately to break free. He’d always been strong, surely…but no, the ropes were thick and tight and no matter how he fought, he couldn’t even so much as shift the chair.

“Oh, no, I’m afraid he can’t See you, can you Elias, can I call you Elias?” The mask’s expression didn’t change, but Martin envisioned Orsinov baring her teeth a bit more in a sharp grin. “What’s the point of having a secret place of power if you can’t hide it from a big, stupid Eye?” She set the recorder down on the table without turning it off, then patted his thigh, which he enjoyed even less than her touching his face. “Anyway, you sit tight. Lots to do!” She stood up and paused. “Ooh, also, do you have a preferred brand of lotion? Because you have not been taking care of your skin, and we really do need it in better shape before we peel you.”

Martin, with malice aforethought—on the off chance she would actually understand him—rattled off three brands of lotion he knew had been discontinued and one that was only available from those door-to-door salesladies. Orsinov either saw right through him or couldn’t make out a word. “All right. I’ll just ask them to pick up a selection.”

With a flutter of her fingers, she strode away. A door closed in the distance, sounding incredibly ominous and final, and Martin was alone. He took several deep, heavy breaths, trying to settle his racing heart and turbulent mind.

The recorder shut itself off with a preternaturally loud click that seemed to echo in the cavernous space.

A small whimper of fear and despair clawed its way out of his throat. He closed his eyes, trying to force back the tears, but one escaped and wended its way down his cheek anyway. He’d been afraid plenty of times, threatened by the Fourteen and their servants more times than he could count, trapped and injured and manipulated…but this was different. Every time it had happened before, he’d been with Melanie or Gerry…or Jon, or at least known one of them wasn’t far away. Now he didn’t even know where he was, let alone where the others were, and they likely had no idea where to find him either. He’d dropped his phone, so they couldn’t call him and track that, and there was no way for him to contact them. Now even the tape recorder had abandoned him, which was probably a stupid thing to think—they weren’t sentient. Still, they did feel like a presence, a comforting one at that, and if it was off, if it wasn’t listening…

He allowed himself a few moments to break down, then gathered himself and tried to think rationally. Jon was safe, he had to be, even if Martin hadn’t actually seen him make it to the Institute doors. The others would look after him. And he had the log book from Breekon and Hope. Surely, surely they had logged deliveries to…wherever this place was. Surely Jon would be able to figure it out, and they’d be able to rescue him. Or better yet, they’d figure out what was going on with the Unknowing and how to stop it, before it got to the point where…where Martin would be needed. They’d be okay. He would be okay. And maybe he hadn’t been able to break away right off the bat, but if he was just patient, if he worked at it, he’d be able to make it.

For now, he was going to rest. For now, he was going to breathe slowly and deeply and just…relax. He could do that. He could. And then, when he felt a little stronger and calmer, he’d get to work on those bonds. He’d get himself free.

Quietly, he began humming, then singing softly, even with the gag in his mouth. It was the song he always used to ward off the Lonely, or just when one of them was upset or scared, and even if someone listening couldn’t have made out the words clearly, Martin knew exactly what he was singing.

Let the lower lights be burning, send their beam across the waves…

[misc-obeyme]

Side Characters as Doms Headcanons

And here we are, as requested by multiple anons lol. Yes, this includes the three newbies. I was thinking it was taking me forever to write this part, but actually it's only been a week since I posted the bros? Huh. Anyway. Enjoy!

GN!MC x the side characters

Demon Bros as Doms Side Characters as Subs

NSFW MDNI

Note: As usual, the warnings on this are off the charts but most of it's just briefly mentioned.

Warnings: Sub!MC, bondage, blindfolds, gags, shibari, dacryphilia, begging, overstimulation, praise, degradation, humiliation, biting, hickeys, roleplay, orgasm denial, edging, spanking, demon form, tail stuff (Barb you heathen lol), somnophilia, manhandling, collaring, whips, chains, magic stuff (do I even have to say who), aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms, blood kink, exhibitionism, titles, jealousy, after care, I hope that's it sheesh.

Diavolo

Doms the same way he interacts with people - generally indulgent, amused, curious, and soft, but push too far and you’re no longer dealing with friendly Diavolo, but the Next Demon King. He prefers to pamper you, but he won’t show leniency to a brat for very long.

He’s also acutely aware of the fact that he is one large, powerful, and strong demon and you are but a fragile human. Even when you’re being punished, he’s gentle with you. His favorite thing to do when you get out of line is to overstimulate you. He wants to hold you in his lap with his fingers inside you, making you come until you cry.

Diavolo is vocal, he spends a lot of time praising you. He’s not really into degradation or humiliation. He wants to tell you how perfect you are for him. He wants to coo in your ear when you’re begging and whining. He’ll call you all sorts of sweet pet names.

Diavolo also likes to dress you up, usually with pretty ropes and a blindfold paired with something like a really expensive necklace. He likes to see his status displayed on you. If you ask for something specific, he’ll buy you the most fanciest and prettiest one he can find.

He also loves to leave his mark on you. His favorite is biting, he’ll be sure to cover you in his teeth marks. He also enjoys sucking on your skin and leaving hickeys all over. Too much bruising stresses him out a little because he’s worried about hurting you too much. But if you’re clearly enjoying it, he’ll keep going.

He won’t do exhibitionism, but he’s okay with close proximity type situations. Actually gets a lock installed on his office door because he really really wants to roleplay with you in there. Sometimes he has a hard time keeping a straight face when doing this, but he manages to school himself. Because he’s waiting for the moment when he can bend you over his desk and lose himself in how good you feel.

Barbatos

Another one who has two modes. Barbatos is a fair dom, but he’s also strict. He’s less indulgent than Diavolo and he’s less hesitant to punish you if you’re being bratty. He has no problem using all forms of punishment and will generally use whatever seems to work best for you. His personal choice is orgasm denial. He’s going to bring you to the edge, maybe multiple times, but never actually allow you to feel that sweet release. If you protest, he’ll just smile and shake his head. It’s meant to be a punishment, MC.

Don’t think that means that’s all he’ll try though. If he finds you respond better to other forms of punishment, he won’t hesitate to switch tactics. Whether he’s spanking you or overstimulating you, you’ll know he means business the second he takes his gloves off.

If you’ve really messed up, though, he won’t even bother with the gloves. That’s when you know you’re really in for it. Barbatos almost never loses his cool, so if you’ve managed to do that, watch out.

He likes to dom in demon form. His tail is useful for all kinds of things, like restraining you or gagging you. It also reminds him of the time when he wasn’t as restrained as he is now. He lets himself go just enough to make things exciting, but not enough that he loses control of the situation.

Barbatos is into just about anything and everything, so if you’ve got some kinda kink, be sure he will use it to his advantage. Oh, you like biting? Good, so does he. Now you're covered in bite marks. Perhaps you enjoy a little somnophilia? It's fine, he enjoys that, too. He'll be sure you're dreaming about his cock.

He likes it when you’re needy and when you beg for him. He can hold back and not touch you at all for a long time, letting you squirm and cry. When he finally does touch you, it’s soft and subtle and almost makes things worse.

Sometimes, he’ll go all out instead. When this happens, you find yourself absolutely exhausted. He’ll make you stay with him the whole next day so he can take care of you. Won’t let you go to RAD or do anything else. He just wants to pamper you.

Simeon

A very gentle and soft dom, Simeon is incredibly indulgent with you. He prefers praise to degradation and he’ll shower you in it. He likes to call you sweet names, too. His favorite thing is just to touch and kiss you. He wants you under him so he can kiss all the way up and down your body, running his fingers along your skin.

You really have to push to get him to punish you at all, but if you go that far, he will put you in your place. You’ll need to brat like no brat has ever bratted to make it happen. But Simeon can quell a bit of a bratty outburst with nothing but a command. When he issues it, there’s a tone in his voice that speaks volumes, even though he’ll still be smiling at you.

If you keep pushing, he will warn you multiple times because he just wants you to be good for him. But eventually, he’ll give you the punishment you so clearly deserve. He doesn’t really have a preference himself, so he’ll do what he thinks will be most effective. He tries different things with you until he finds the one that works.

Surprisingly good at resisting begging. He won’t give in right away if you’re whining and crying in his lap, he’ll let you carry on for a bit first. He likes to listen to your pleas, he thinks you sound so cute.

While he doesn’t particularly enjoy hurting you too much, he does like to manhandle you. He’ll pick you up and move you around as he sees fit. He’s stronger than he looks and he likes to have that control over you. If he puts you into a particular position, you had better not move yourself from it.

Too shy outside the bedroom to allow much of a dynamic there, but he will absolutely give you a Look if you’re acting out. It’s his way of saying you might want to re-evaluate your behavior unless you want to be dealing with the consequences later.

He has a bit of a dark side that you can tap into when you're being really unmanageable. Don't worry, he'll have confirmed your safewords before ever starting anything, so if he's suddenly too much you can use them. But when he flips that switch, you'll find he can be unexpectedly harsh with you. He gets a certain look in his eyes and his voice gets very quiet. You've really decided to push him to his limit, haven't you, MC?

Solomon

Solomon is able to step into dom mode at will and when he does, he’s really good at it. He knows exactly what to do to make your silly little sub heart flutter. He won’t hesitate to keep you in line outside of the bedroom, usually by giving you a little squeeze or even an ominous smile. He likes to have you wear a collar all the time. He’ll corner you somewhere a little out of sight of anyone else, hook a finger into your collar, and whisper words of warning in your ear.

When it comes down to it, Solomon is willing to do anything at all. He’s a pretty fair dom and will always give you space at first to be a little bratty. But it doesn’t take too much to push him and then he’ll deal with you quickly. While he will switch up punishments to whatever works best, he likes spanking. He just wants you to fall apart in his lap.

He will employ anything and everything that will get a good reaction from you. Ropes, whips, blindfolds, gags, etc etc if you can think of it, he will give it a go. He likes to use magic to restrain you, though. If you really have a thing for ropes, he’ll use them sometimes, but his magic is so much more effective. He has all kinds of saucy little spells that make you feel all kinds of sensations~

Solomon wants to make you have multiple orgasms and he will employ aphrodisiac potions to do it if he needs to and if you agree. He just loves to watch you come over and over again. He wants to make your brain stop working for a bit.

He loves to praise you, but he enjoys dirty talk, too. You'll probably get a bit of a random mixture of them.

Solomon also enjoys cockwarming. If he's having a long night in his lab, studying ancient spells, he'll really appreciate you sitting in his lap as long as you can. He loves the way you squirm. He'll tell you to stay still, but the amusement in his tone is evident. If you keep moving like that, MC, he's going to have to do something about it. He won't make you wait too long because in the end, he gets impatient too.

He's very attentive when it comes to after care. He likes to dom and to have fun with you, but he also wants to remind you of how important you are to him. He'll pamper you, hold you close, kiss you, and tell you that you're his everything.

Mephistopheles

By far the meanest of doms. It depends a bit on what you respond to and also what mood he's in, but he's generally not going to give you an inch. Sometimes he's in a softer mood and he'll be a little nicer, but even then it's not by much. He expects you to follow his orders and be grateful about it. When he's like this, he won't tolerate brattiness. If you push, he'll double down and you won't like when that happens. He'll get stubborn and he won't indulge you at all.

He'll use all kinds of methods or punishment, but mostly it’s going to be edging and orgasm denial. He wants you to beg so he can ignore it. He’ll be sure to tell you it’s your own fault for thinking he’d go easy on you.

Mephisto will mostly use dirty talk and degradation, delivering praise only when you’ve really earned it. He likes to see you cry, so he will do everything he can to make that happen. If you do start, that’s the only time he’ll soften just a little. He’ll wipe away your tears and tell you how good you’re being for him.

He has a blood kink. He wants to see your blood on your skin and he will bite you. Leaves all kinds of marks across your body, mostly with his mouth.

He’s into exhibitionism and semi public sex. He gets cocky and wants people to know that you belong to him. Loves it when you wear a collar visibly. Doesn’t hesitate to grab you or whisper threats if he thinks you’re acting out in public.

Despite all this, he gets incredibly soft when it comes to after care. This is when he pampers you. Instead of threats, he's now whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He gets embarrassed about how much you matter to him, so it's easier for him to be mean. He might even confess all this to you in these quieter moments. He'll gently kiss every mark he left on your body. He'll tell you that he hates how much a human matters to him. Don't you see what you've done to him, MC?

Raphael

He's a little skeptical at first. You want him to do what exactly? It isn't that he's innocent, but he's not sure he understands the appeal. Give him some time and he'll fall right into it easily enough. Raphael seems like a strict dom, but he's more lenient than he first appears. He's just quiet, won't give you a lot of orders, really.

He does like to tie you up. Shibari is especially intriguing to him. He likes taking the time to create masterpieces out of rope on your body. He likes the way the ropes leave marks when he finally unties you. He'll kiss along the places where they were, indulging in the feeling of your heated skin.

Raphael might not think of it himself, but he'll lose his whole mind if you use a title for him. Call him Sir or Master and he'll be the one blushing like crazy. He'll be able to control himself, but he'll ask you to do it again.

He's more into praise than anything, he likes to tell you how good you're being. If you're being bad, he gets quiet. You'll know you're in trouble when he's suddenly not talking much. Perhaps giving you short one syllable responses.

Punishments will really be just about anything. It's whatever he's in the mood to do and whatever he thinks will get the message across. Fortunately, he finds that just giving you a certain look is usually enough to quell you. Because you'll find his punishments are quite harsh, so it's better to avoid them. Of course, if you really want to be punished, all you have to do is push a little harder.

Raphael is not super into exhibitionism, but sometimes he feels the need to pull you into an empty room, especially at RAD. He is surprisingly jealous. If he thinks you're getting too cozy with anyone else, he'll make sure you haven't forgotten who you belong to. Do you suppose it's fun to push his buttons that way, MC?

Thirteen

Don't worry, MC. She will absolutely step on you if you want her to. Thirteen is not shy about domming, she will agree immediately. She's willing to do whatever you want - whatever gets you to react. She'll try praise, but if she finds degradation or humiliation work better, she'll switch to that. Either way, though, she likes to keep her hand in your hair, so she can pull it whenever she wants.

She enjoys biting and blood. She will leave her marks on you, whether its with her teeth or her nails. She likes the way it looks on you, but she also likes the sight of your blood on her fingertips.

Thirteen will tie you up, blindfold you, and gag you. She'll make you wear a collar and leash. She will go all out, she's not holding back at all. She expects you to behave and if you don't, she'll deal with you readily.

Punishments can vary, but she likes to watch you squirm. Whatever does that most effectively, gets you crying and begging, that's what she'll go for every time. She'll try spanking, edging, orgasm denial, even stuff like whips and chains. She likes to come up with unique ways to restrain you or punish you, like she does with her traps.

Will not hesitate to use magic on you. Spells, potions, whatever she can find that will have the desired effect. She likes to overstimulate you. She'll use aphrodisiac potions to keep you aroused for hours. She loves to watch you cry and whine and mumble her name because you've forgotten yours.

Thirteen will get jealous and she'll sometimes feel the need to remind you of your place if she thinks you're getting too friendly with someone else. This generally consists of a hand on your arm, a simple look, or a single word. She doesn't need to make a big show of it, but all of those things get you to back off. And you know you'll be hearing about it later.

In the end, she's going to take care of you. She may go all out, but she always ends with praise, soft kisses and caresses. She tells you how good you are, how perfect for her, how much she just wants you to be hers and only hers.

demon bros as doms | demon bros as subs | side characters as subs masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[bloodblanks]

kinks

ft: eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, slenderman

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit sexual content, including various kinks, fetishes, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

eyeless jack

biting.

the taste of human flesh is already something that jack likes, but even more so when it comes to your flesh specifically. it’s all about the way his teeth sink into the softness of your flesh, the taste of your blood flowing into his mouth; it’s all too delicious. however, there’s another darker side of him that relishes in the way you squirm against him, or the sound escaping your lips—the perfect concoction of pain and pleasure.

marking.

this comes alongside biting, but he enjoys owning you and branding you as his. either with the aforementioned bitemarks, or with hickeys—although he tends to bite during them, anyway—or by carving his name into you. that’s his favourite.

knifeplay.

technically, in his case it’d be scalpelplay. anyhow, he loves running his scalpel along the surface of your skin, tracing along the curvature of your body, or slicing thin lines and outlining your bone structure, especially your ribs.

bloodplay.

this goes hand in hand with knifeplay as well as biting. first and foremost, he relishes in the taste of your blood. it’s the closest he can get to tasting you without hurting you too much. however, he also likes to play with it. he’ll smear it across your skin, painting you with beautiful crimson, but he’ll also lap up your blood, then proceed to kiss you, making you taste yourself and then seeing the stains on your soft lips.

breeding.

there’s just something about him being a demon that gives him a primal urge to want to mate you, breed you, fill you with his seed and impregnate you.

creampies.

this branches off breeding, but his favourite place to cum is obviously inside you; he loves watching his cum drip out of you.

masky

dominance/submission.

frankly, tim is a freak. which will become more and more obvious as you read through this list. anyway. the most important thing for tim in terms of kinks is dominance. he wants to assert power and control over you and enforce that you’re his and his alone. he wants you to submit to him and know that you’ll do whatever he wants whenever he wants, whether you like it or not.

bondage.

tim loves bondage of all sorts. be it tying you up or using chains—he likes it all. it only adds to the power he has over you, considering you’re all tied up, helpless and at his whim. his particular favourite is chaining you to the wall, amongst others, such as tying your hands behind your back while he fucks you from behind. he loves seeing you struggle against your bindings to no avail, especially if he’s edging, overstimulating, or hurting you.

restraints.

closely related to bondage is restraints, such as gags, handcuffs, and blindfolds. they restrict or deprive you of something or another, and the simple fact that he can take that away from you, turns him on. he’s 50/50 on the gags, though, because on one hand he likes it when you can’t talk or even protest against anything he does, but on the other hand he loves hearing all the sounds you make.

edging.

he enjoys edging you, and he’ll really take it to the next level by having you restrained, unable to move or do anything to stop him as he fingers you and plays with your clit, maybe even going down on you or using a toy of some sort. whatever it is, he loves bringing you right to the brink of orgasm and then stopping just before. he’ll do it numerous times, over and over until you’re on the verge of tears and begging for him to please just let you cum.

begging.

the sound of you begging is nothing short of music to his ears. and that’s why he’ll make you do it so often. he’ll make you beg for him to fuck you, he’ll make you beg for him to let you cum, he’ll make you beg for pretty much each and every single bit of pleasure he gives you. he relishes in how powerful it makes him feel and it’s so hot for him to have you begging and pleading for him, desperate for him to allow you any pleasure at all. he loves knowing that it’s all fully dependant on him; he can control whether or not you feel good and just how good you feel. and there’s nothing you can say or do about it.

overstimulation.

when he’s finally satisfied with how desperate you are and how much you’ve pleaded for him, he’ll finally let you cum. and while it may feel good the first time he lets you, you know it’s only a matter of time before he does it again and again, until you’re once again begging and crying for him to stop, telling him that you’re too sensitive and it’s too much.

sadism/masochism.

tim not only likes to control whether or not you feel pleasure, but he also likes to do the same for pain. not only does he just like it by default, but it also closely ties into and relates to his other kinks.

spanking.

he likes spanking you. bending you over his lap and spanking you with his hand, or even a paddle or his belt. he loves making you count each and every strike, but not as much as he enjoys making you thank him for it. he likes it when you’re tied up the most so that he can watch you squirm yet unable to get away. he’ll also spank you during sex if you’re doing doggystyle. the sight of your pretty ass, nice and red with heat radiating off your cheeks, is delightful for him.

hair pulling.

tim will pull your hair, especially if he’s fucking you from behind. he also likes it when you’re giving him head, but one of his favourite scenarios is just having you bend over a counter, being able to tug your hair and make you arch your back for him as he thrusts into you.

slapping.

straight up, across the face. bonus points if it’s in combination with him pulling you up by the hair.

whipping.

most of the time, spanking, hairpulling and slapping is enough for him. however, on occasion, if he’s feeling particularly sadistic, he’ll whip you with his belt as well. he’ll use the leather for the rest of your body, but then the metal buckle for your ass.

knifeplay.

sometimes, he’ll even bring out his switchblade for a bit of fun, holding it to your throat or flicking it across your cheek lightly.

powerplay.

as mentioned, tim loves unbalanced power dynamics. this really shows itself in that he enjoys being fully, or at least mostly clothed while you’re naked. the power imbalance turns him on a lot.

pet play.

he isn’t particularly into pet play, but he indulges in some aspects of it, such as using a collar and leash on you. tim likes tugging you around with the leash, or pulling your head back, cutting off your oxygen supply while he fucks you from behind with it. he’ll also probably invest in a (human-sized, obviously) cage.

breathplay.

just like with all other aspects of sex for him, tim wants control, and what better control than having his hands wrapped around your neck?

degradation.

he’s not super heavy on this, but he’ll say things like, “who’s my slut?” or “who do you belong to?” in bed.

oral. (receiving)

tim doesn’t mind giving oral, but he likes receiving it far more. however, he isn’t satiated with a simple blow job. much like other activities, he’ll want your hands tied up behind your back, so that you can’t stop him while he has his hand wrapped in your hair, holding your head still as he brutally fucks your throat. you’d have to learn to take it, because he wouldn’t care if you were gagging or choking, it would only further arouse him if anything.

dacryphilia.

tim really gets off to you crying, whether it be from edging, overstimulation, pain, or even just when you tear up as his cock hits the back of your throat.

bonus: tim will spit into your mouth.

hoodie

corruption.

brian sees you as an angel. something pure, delicate, ethereal. while he has this nice, friendly, sweet demeanour, he knows himself that he is a monster deep down, a monster that wants nothing more than to corrupt that innocence of yours. he doesn’t necessarily want to hurt you, but he sure as hell wants to ruin you.

lingerie.

brian loves lingerie. he really likes the way the fabric clings tightly to your body, not enough to cover you but enough to accentuate your form, somehow making your already flawless body even better if that was even possible.

lace.

lingerie in general is nice, but what really gets him going is lace. white lace. not only does it look exquisite on you, it also complements your angel-like innocence, adding more flames to the fuel that is his corruption kink.

thigh highs.

technically, it doesn’t have to be thigh highs. while brian does particularly favour white thigh highs, he also likes other leggings/stockings/pantyhose, provided they’re white and sheer or with lace. he likes sheer, semi-translucent long socks, or even other items of clothing; it gives off the impression that he’s seeing something he shouldn’t be, which really turns him on. and of course, he appreciates lace socks, the ones that go up to your ankles or knees as well.

bonus points if you pair it with the lingerie.

skirts/dresses.

there’s something so feminine and delicate about skirts or dresses, especially if they’re well, white and/or with lace, that’s so sensual to him. not to mention it allows him easy access. he can just flip up your skirt or dress, seeing your cute lace panties underneath, proceed to push them aside and just fuck you…

praise.

brian will say things such as “you’re such a good girl,” “you’re taking me so well, angel,” along with incoherent ramblings of how precious and perfect you are.

oral. (giving)

he enjoys going down on you. he loves the way you taste and he gets off to your moans, the way you arch your back, the way you squirm against his face, the way your hands tangle in his hair, everything about it is just delightful for him.

ddlg.

more specifically, daddy kink. brian really likes being called daddy, and he will often call you nicknames such as ‘princess’ and ‘babygirl.’

sensory deprivation.

to be precise, blindfolds. it’s erotic, taking away your sight and leaving you in the dark, unknowing of what he plans to do next, oversensitive and gasping at his touch.

ticci toby

exhibitionism.

nothing gets toby more excited than fingering you in public, under the table at a dinner or somewhere else where people wouldn’t notice. he’ll fuck you in some alley or back of a building, a place that people shouldn’t generally notice but would depend on how well you can stifle your moans, how well you can hold back from making sounds so that nobody would know the indecency the two of you were up to. he loves how good and innocent you seem in public while at the same time, just between the two of you, you were dirty and spreading your legs for him.

degradation.

toby goes hard with the degradation. he’ll tell you things such as “you’re such a fucking slut,” “you’re my useless whore,” “you’re a worthless cumdump,” all the while he’s fucking you. he really likes the idea of using you, having you be his perfect little fucktoy, for him to do whatever he pleases with.

ps: if you beg him to use you, he’ll literally fall in love with you. no better words could come out of your mouth.

free use.

he likes having you at his disposal, ready for him whenever he wants.

begging.

there’s few things he likes more than listening to you beg; it’s just such a humiliating position for you to be in, and he loves pushing you to that point so that he can hear and relish in how pathetic you are for him.

experimentation!

first of all, toby likes a little bit of everything. spanking, choking, bondage, the list goes on. but most of all, he likes to experiment. toby loves trying new things in the bedroom all the time, be it new positions, unusual kinks, roleplay scenarios, he’ll do it all. he’s even happy to try switching roles every once in a while.

roleplay.

seriously, toby will try anything, and he loves roleplaying different scenarios with you just to switch things up.

anal.

this one relates to both experimentation and trying new things. why stick to one hole when you can have two?

toys.

his main interest is buttplugs, but he’ll enjoy using vibrators as well as other toys on you.

bonus: toby is a switch, as implied above. he’s more dominant than submissive, and if you don’t like to dominate, that’s perfectly fine with him and he doesn’t mind. however, he would be ecstatic to have you reverse the roles and tell him how much of a good boy he is.

jeff the killer

rough sex.

jeff likes it rough. he’s particularly into fucking you from behind, although his favourite position would be up against a wall. he likes it hard and rough and fast; being able to watch your curves bounce as he slams in and out of you, being able to feel your nails scratch against his back as you writhe in pleasure, and there’s nothing better than hearing you gasping and screaming his name.

knifeplay.

jeff likes knifeplay, however he’s different from jack. while he will sometimes run the blade along your skin, what he primarily likes to do is hold it to your neck during sex. he enjoys watching you tense up, as well as ultimately pressing the blade in ever so slightly just to draw a bit of blood while he orgasms inside you.  

oral. (receiving)

jeff has nothing against giving oral, he’s not super into it but he’ll do it if you want him to. however, the real treat for him is receiving. he thoroughly enjoys having you suck his dick, feeling your pretty lips wrapped around it, struggling to take in his length. he likes pulling your hair during it, guiding you and bobbing your head up and down on his member. he enjoys having you start off nice and slow, maybe even teasing him a bit, but tease him enough and he’ll get impatient and quicken the pace. he likes when you swallow, especially if you open your mouth and show him before you do it.

bonus points if you make eye contact as you during all of this. oh, and he’ll literally love you forever if you deepthroat.

ben drowned

spanking.

ben isn’t that kinky. he’s happy browsing the front page of pornhub, essentially. he’s into things such as spanking—he’ll gladly bend you over his lap, or just spanking you while fucking you doggystyle. he prefers using hands, but sometimes he’ll bring out the paddle, too. he likes the ones that leave heart-shaped marks.

pet play.

ben is kind of your average gamer boy. he likes cat girls. it’s not really that much pet play, as much as it specifically cat girls, but whatever. he likes it when you wear a pair of cat ears as well as having a cat tail buttplug, although he’s not that into anal.

cosplay.

this goes along with the cat girl thing, but ben enjoys seeing you in cosplays. to be specific, maid outfits. he would be pleased with almost any cosplay, though. nurse outfits, schoolgirl uniforms, you name it, he probably likes it.

breathplay.

choking in general is nice for him; he likes the way your neck feels in his grip, so fragile and delicate. he likes the way your smaller hands instinctively grab onto his wrist, he finds it adorable. his favourite though? the bathtub. he likes fucking you over a bathtub, with you bent over the edge, your ass nicely on display for him, the water in the tub filled up until the very brim, and your pretty little head getting pushed under the water.

other than that, ben is relatively vanilla.

slenderman

tentacles.

slender loves using his tentacles on you. seriously though, tentacles are very versatile. not only can he fuck you with them, but he can also employ them as tools for bondage. he’ll wrap his tentacles around your wrists, binding your arms. he’ll use them to pull and then hold your legs apart, spreading them wide open for him to fuck you. his tentacles are strong, strong enough to lift you up, suspending you in midair while he fucks you. he thoroughly enjoys having a tentacle in your mouth, feeling your tongue, soft and wet swirl around it, sucking on it like you would his dick. he’ll relish in that while he has another tentacle pumping in and out of your cunt, and a third one filling up your ass. he loves having all three of your holes filled up at the same time; there’s no better way to know that you belong to him entirely. sometimes he’ll even slide two in the same hole, having one pump in while the other pulls out.

so that by default includes bondage, suspension, anal, and double penetration.  

size kink.

he’s approximately two and a half metres tall, so it’s safe to say he towers over you, especially if you’re smaller. he enjoys pinning you down, taking your tiny wrists in his larger hands, lifting you up and sitting you on his cock because you’re so light, so tiny, so delicate. he just wants to stretch you out and fill you up with his length.

oral.

slender loves both giving and receiving oral. how can he resist watching you struggle to take in his length, your tiny hands on his thighs as you bob your head up and down on his dick, tearing up ever so slightly when it hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag? but of course, he loves pleasuring you as well, with his tongue, long and pointed and able to reach the entirety of your insides, all the while he has a tentacle playing with your clit, or sometimes just his hand.

dirty talk.

slender is able to communicate telepathically. that means he can say the nastiest, most unholy things to you while you’re out in public, without anyone noticing or even suspecting that anything was up. you’d have to pretend that everything is fine, while you’re out drinking coffee and he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered by telling you in detail how he would ravish you later that evening. another side of this is that he loves talking dirty in bed too, and you can hear and almost feel him speak inside your head all the while he’s pounding away at your insides.

breeding.

something about being a supernatural, inhuman being makes it so erotic for him to breed you, to impregnate you, to create a half-human baby with you. he just wants to fill you up with his seed over and over again until it’s leaking out of every hole of yours.

author’s note: i cannot believe i wrote this. i am a sinner. i am going to hell.

[agentsinopia]

yan coworker pt. 4... ♡

notes: slightly suggestive. reader is intoxicated.

days in the office followed the same pattern. wake up, go to work, settle into a little cubicle, work, work, work until lunch break, then work again until the sun inevitably set, clock out, head home, throw some dinner together and knock out on the bed. that was life before you showed up.

it was life after was much more exciting.

for yan coworker, being surrounded by corporate his entire work life had dulled him into the sense that there was no one out there who could cut through the monotony of life. somehow, you changed that. you had a different perspective on life- much brighter, more fullfilling. with every conversation yan coworker couldn't help but becoming addicted to the energy that surrounded you. something about you, the way you smiled, the way you laughed, he couldn't get enough.

he needed more.

before he had even realized it, his routine had changed. he no longer prioritized his work, instead he prioritized yours. he made sure as your manager that all your tasks were well delegated, ensuring that you never fell into the same despair and heavy workload that he had years before. he didn't care if it was obvious that he was playing favorites- let others see that you were under his supervision, and only under him would you work the best.

yan coworker couldn't keep his antics restrained to the workplace. he found your address, often staring from afar at your bedroom window, watching your silhouette, wishing the curtains weren't drawn. he clung onto every little story you told him about your life, often visiting the places you had mentioned and imagining himself inserted into your past memories.

finally, the day had come. the department had gone for a team dinner, and soon enough, all the interns were wasted drunk, including you. yan coworker had made sure that you were seated next to him previously, and in the crowded booth the two of you were shoulder to shoulder. balling his hands into fists, he refrained himself from his desire of slinging his arm over your shoulder or placing a hand on your thigh. oh how he wished you were just a little bit closer, so that he could inconspicuously lean into your hair, smelling your sweet scent, or better, that it would somehow rub off onto him.

almost as if you had read his mind, you shuffled closer, leaning your head onto his shoulder in what was obviously a drunken daze. yan coworker froze. though he had imagined this scene time and time over, the touch, the scent, the feeling of you so close sent blood roaring through his ears and his heart beating fast.

you murmured nonsense, cuddling closer into his side. if his ears weren't red enough, his face was beginning to flush and he was sure heat was radiating off of him.

yan coworker was known for being smart and quick on his feet- but in a matter of seconds, you had reduced his smarts into nothing. he gently shifted his shoulder, allowing you to lean more comfortably. he tuned into your mumblings, head over heels of how cute you were in the moment.

“yan, yan…” you slurred, tugging on his sleeve.

“yes?”

suddenly your face contorted, a gag building in your throat. yan coworker didn’t need to look twice- he pulled you up, rushing you to the bathroom. as you threw up into the toilet he gently stroked your hair, murmuring soft affirmations.

even in this moment, you were nothing but perfect.

you looked up after several minutes, embarrassed that you had emptied out the contents of dinner in front of your manager. yet there was no judgement in yan coworkers eyes- he simply held his hand out, helping to pull you up to your feet.

“let’s get you home, shall we?”

you nodded, the effects of alcohol still making your mind hazy. still holding onto his hand, you followed yan coworker out of the restroom. he bid his farewells to the rest of the team, then guided you to his car. you slipped in, cool air caressing your face. before you knew it, you were home.

yan coworker held his hand out for you as he opened your door, and once again you took it, letting him guide you as you stumbled up the steps to your place. you clumsily entered your password into the keypad, not registering yan coworkers watchful gaze. he helped you into your home, letting you use his shoulder for support while you slipped your shoes off.

in your daze you could only feel exhaustion, and a headache beginning to build behind your eyes. you found your way to your room, flopping onto the bed.

"not going to change darling?"

you turned your head, squinting at yan coworker leaning against the doorframe. you giggled- "what, are you gonna help me?"

before you could even blink, yan coworker had covered the distance from the door to your bed. he crouched down, now at eye-level. he stared you down for a moment, his eyes searching yours. you felt heat rush to your cheeks as the handsome man peered into your soul. you turned your head quick, breaking the spell.

"you're drunk."

you didn't miss the way he sounded almost disappointed. like he was holding himself back.

"don't state the obvious yan."

the man chuckled, and a moment later you felt a soft blanket cover your body.

"go to sleep. call me in the morning, i'll make you hangover soup."

"... you're going?" you mumbled, snuggling into the covers.

"yes darling, but not right now. i'll stay here for a bit, make sure your okay."

you nodded your head, oblivious to the fact that letting your coworker into your house unattended wasn't entirely safe, or that said coworker was suddenly using pet names to refer to you.

yan coworker pulled up a chair, watching as you fell into sleep. he let the mask fall, embracing the frantic beating of his heart. today he had progressed more than he ever had, getting closer to you and even seeing a completely different side of you- a drunk persona that had softened his heart even more.

you slept unaware as yan cower slowly walked around your room, slipping things into his pockets and taking pictures of products, periodically stopping to gaze at your lying form. he felt a frenzy building inside his chest, like his heart couldn't believe where he was in the moment.

months. it had taken months for an event like this to come up. yan coworker would be dumb to not take the opportunity while it presented itself. he glanced longingly at you while you breathed in and out, savoring the scent of you that lingered in the air. he stepped closer to the bed, feeling almost delirious.

how was he to go home? how was he to leave this haven?

gently, ever so gently, he stroked your hair, as he had done so many times before to the mannequin in his room. but this was better, this was real. he felt butterflies in his stomach as he crouched down and shuffled closer, now almost face to face.

my sleeping beauty he thought, an unusually soft smile growing on his lips.

his touch transferred from your hair to your face as he traced along your features. cupping your cheeks, he winced as he felt a tightness starting to grow in his pants.

he stood up quickly, fighting every dirty thought and urge in his body to do something, mark something of yours, or leave a sign of his devotion.

no not now. now was not the right time.

he knew he had to leave before his self control ran out.

as yan coworker tiptoed softly back to the door, he glanced over his shoulder one last time, taking in the sight. he would be back, he knew it. whether that was on his lunch break or nights when you were out, someway he would visit this haven again.

with a heart half heavy for leaving so soon and half elated at the thought of seeing you again the next day, he slipped out the door.

see you soon darling.

authors note: dear readers i know i promised a short story but i may of gotten a little carried away so that's why its a little longer... forgive me and let me know y’all’s thoughts in the ask box ♡

all works belong to and written by @agentsinopia

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[makethatelevenrings]

Day 9: Cock Rings w/ Clark Kent

gonna be honest, researching cock ring porn made me question even more than usual if I am a lesbian but I do it for u all so here u go

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“I don’t want to know how you got this made,” Clark said once he saw it. You shrugged and then, reconsidering, nodded.

“Yeah, you won’t be able to look Bruce in the eye for a while.”

“I just…” He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you even approach him with the idea? No wait, I said I didn’t want to know.”

“Hey Bruce,” you mocked. “Can I borrow some Kryptonian to make a sex toy for my really hot, really submissive alien husband?”

“Please stop talking.” You giggled at his distress and shrugged.

“Who knows? Maybe this will come in handy sooner than you think.”

You and your big mouth.

It was common for enemies to use kryptonite against Clark. Hell, it was their main go-to. But no one had ever used pink kryptonite until today. Bruce struggled to get Clark into the Watchtower medical bay, a place that rarely saw Clark in there unless he was visiting a teammate, and promptly fled before you could ask him anything other than what had knocked Superman out of the battle.

“Okay, baby,” you whispered as you pushed his hands away from your hips. Clark’s heavy, ragged breathing assured you that he was alive but the raspy undertone made your heart race in a way that was entirely different from his. He whined at your denial and you cursed under your breath. If you let him fuck you right now, he’d destroy you. Clark was good at maintaining his strength in his everyday life, including the bed, but with pink kryptonite involved, he had no inhibitions right now.

“Okay. Okay.” Your mind went back to the gag gift that was currently sitting in a lead box in your bag. Fuck. Maybe you were clairvoyant. How did you come up with this shit?

“I’m going to grab something, okay? And when I come back you better be out of that suit and on your knees like the good boy I know you can be. Right?”

Clark whined, his erection straining against his skin tight suit. You brushed your hand over it and grinned as he moaned. He reached for the collar of his suit and you left him to it. Your bag was close by, luckily, and you fished through it until you found the little box.

Turning around, you found Clark kneeling on the ground completely naked with his heavy, long cock hanging between his legs. Big, blue eyes blinked up at you and he had to be painfully hard based on the tears lining his lashes.

“This should help, baby. It’s gonna make you feel better and then I will make you feel so good.”

He whined again, a pathetic sound that made your traitorous cunt throb. Now was not the time to get horny. Not when he needed you to focus.

The kryptonite infused cock ring had been a joke. Clark and you had poked fun at the idea of using sex toys on him, but nothing could faze or restrain the Man of Steel. Until you had gotten drunk with Dinah one night and came up with a brilliant idea that Bruce reluctantly agreed to help make, solely so you could stop saying he owes you for saving his life that one time.

It came in handy now. Despite Clark being hard as hell, you were able to fit the cock ring snugly around the base of his cock. His balls hung heavy over the edge of the metal, but he shuddered in relief at the feeling.

“Does that feel better?” you cooed, stroking your hand through his soft hair. He pushed his head closer to your hand and sighed at your gentle touch. The pink kryptonite effects would wear off in about two to three hours, but the green kryptonite ensured that he wouldn’t hurt you as you helped him out.

You settled yourself onto the ground in front of him, your knees pressed against his, and reached out to grasp his veiny, thick cock in your hand. He was so big that it made your hands look tiny and you always marveled at the fact that you somehow fit him in your mouth, cunt, and ass.

His hips jerked at your touch and then he let his head fall until his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You pressed a delicate kiss to his temple and started a slow, even stroke along his dick as his hips rolled along with the drag of your touch.

“So beautiful, Clark. Once you’re not affected by the kryptonite, I’ll make sure to put this cock ring on you and tease you until you’re begging me. I could probably even spank you and leave a mark for once. Wouldn’t that be nice, right? Seeing you covered in pretty little red marks?”

Clark moaned, wonton and broken and perfect. With one hand cradling his head and the other jerking him off, you kept talking him through it.

“You’re so strong that this ring won’t stop you, but I love knowing I have more power than you right now. I love knowing you trust me to treat you well. You know that I will always take care of you, right?”

He nodded and you kissed his cheek. “That’s my good boy. Let’s see how many times we can get you to come until it wears off.”

[hijackalx]

BG3 NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

characters included: halsin, minthara, jaheira, gortash

*dark content warning for gortash*

HALSIN

SIZE DIFFERENCE

OBVIOUSLYYYY lmao. he loves how small u are in comparison to him. i mean everything about him is large— hands, arms, chest, thighs. also, i feel like he likes that he has to help u when u take control because ur smaller or weaker than him. like, when he has to subtly help u pin his wrists by moving them in the direction u want lol

THIGH RIDING

this also plays into the size difference thing. like his thigh is just so big/muscular, and he loves watching u grind on it (or he can bounce his knee to help u get off too). the type to grab u by ur hips and assist u when ur rhythm starts to stutter. he also loves the wet spot that forms in ur underwear if u keep them on 💗

DEEP THROATING/FACESITTING

OK HE LOVES BOTH like i said everything about him is large (😈) so he loves to see u try to swallow him whole. the way u gag and struggle to take him in is soooo hot to him. also all the drool that spills out of ur mouth 🤤🤤 as for facesitting u better sit ur ass tf DOWN !! HE CAN TAKE IT !! lovessss when u grind on his face/mouth, also loves to squeeze ur ass during it

THREESOME

THIS MAN IS GENEROUS !!! LOVES to share !! always wanting to invite people to have sex with y'all. he feels like it's so much more fun and also loves to watch u get fucked/have u watch him get fucked. will want to do spit roasting too.

SWINGING

sooo into exchanging partners with other couples. or just fucking other people in general. of course he won't do this if u don't want to though. but he gets really excited if u do 😹😹 probably gets off while sharing ur experiences with each other

MINTHARA

KNIFE PLAY

likes the way u shake and whimper as she brings her knife close to ur skin. will leave small cuts and want to carve her initials into ur skin. also slightly into bloodplay too ?? i feel like she'd be into smearing ur blood on her hands and making u clean them off with ur tongue OOF

BONDAGE

she would absolutely cast web and use it as bondage restraints LMAO. will have u in some crazyyy positions too. kind of in a shibari way but with webs. the webs are actually pretty gentle though and have some give so she's not like, totally sadistic with it 😌💗

DACRYPHILIA

SHE DOES LIKE TO SEE U CRY THOUGH LMAO like something about how weak/pathetic u look turns her on so bad— as long as SHE'S the one that made u cry. if it's because of somebody or something else it's lowkey a boner killer for her 😹😹😹 will say really horrible, mean things to try to bring u to tears and then get wet af. will not comfort u after either

GAGGING

likes to use a ball gag but will honestly use whatever she has at the moment. a rag or her fingers even. she likes that u can't speak and can only moan/whimper. also into the way u drool. will purposely ask u questions and then punish/degrade u for not being able to answer

BOOT WORSHIP

LOVESSS making u kiss her boots. will want to hold u down with her boot and make u praise her endlessly. or step on ur face. might even be into giving u a little kick in the diaphragm if u want 😹😹😹

JAHEIRA

MIRROR SEX

WILL WANT TO BE FUCKED IN FRONT OF A MIRROR!!!! with her face pressed against it while she's getting backshots or even with one propped up beside the bed so she can watch how good she looks while she rides u. lowkey will put on a show for herself and get off to it 😹😹

LINGERIE

loves lingerie of all kinds. the garter straps on her thighs are her favorite part tbh. probably prefers to wear black or red— like classically sexy colors. also probably likes it if u wear some too, and will want to keep it on for the full duration of the sex. LOVES lace

STRIPPING

^^ ALTHOUGH.... she also really likes to strip for u. like going nice and slow while u try to restrain urself lol. will probably give u a lap dance too and is pretty playful with it sometimes. particularly loves to see how u get progressively more horny the longer she takes, also into seeing u touch urself a little bit during it too

NIPPLE PLAY

sucking on/playing with her nipples is a MUST. HUGEEEE erogenous zone for her. can probably cum from nipple stimulation alone. likes when u make it hurt a little too, like pinching or twisting them

DEGRADATION

kind of into u calling her names.... like whore or slut. tell her she's a dirty whore while u pull her hair and fuck her from behind. will also talk down to u if ur not really doing the best job LMAO like u better fuck her right or ur gonna get it 😹😹 she'll straight up be like "is that the best u can do?" or "this is pathetic."

BONUS:

GORTASH

BREEDING

HE NEEDS HEIRRRSSSS !!! ALWAYS wants to cum inside. an actual babymaking MONSTER like he cums so much its crazy. loves to see u stuffed full of his cum, it really makes him feels accomplished after all of his hard work 💪🏻💯😹

DADDY DOM

he is so into being called daddy. depending on the context he’ll get rock hard but also likes if u call him that outside of sex too. u can basically get anything u want from him if u add a ‘please daddy’ at the end of it— like he just can’t bring himself to say no. he’ll do anything for u to keep calling him that lol

*** DUBCON ***

DEFINITELY into coercing u/figuring out ways to get what he wants. likes when u get overstimulated and start telling him it’s too much or trying to push him away (u do have a safeword). also the fact that he can overpower u if he wants gets him sooo hard

POWER PLAY

LOVESSS having u at his beck and call. the more pliant and submissive u are the better. won’t do this outside of the bedroom unless u want to or if u initiate it since he prefers the idea of only him being able to see u like that. he’s the only one you’ll roll over for, so to speak lol

COLLARING

makes a special collar for u with expensive imported materials and shit lmao. thinks u look absolutely gorgeous in it and will tell u that all the time. loves the way u gasp when he sharply tugs on its leash. will also tug on it while giving u backshots. likes how it chokes u a little bit too, and the bruises it leaves behind when he’s too rough with it

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

[devilishgaysayshey]

Peter Pan NSFW Alphabet

(gender inclusive)

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

He is quite sweet afterwards. He might joke a bit, but in a lighthearted manner. Expect a lot of kisses, cuddling and fondling.

If it was a quickie and he has to go soon, he'll still clean or heal you if necessary. And he'll kiss you and hug you tightly. Promising to come back as soon as possible to be with you again.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He is very pleased with his torso and eyebrows. But he likes pretty much everything about himself. Mans is cocky.

Pan is picky, so if he likes you, he really likes all of you. But he is particularly fond of your neck, waist and any erogenous zones you have.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Loves seeing his partner covered in his cum. Pretty much anywhere really.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Is a bit of a masochist, probably wouldn't admit that quickly out of pride.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Definitely has experience.

F= Favorite position

He has many. Ankles up, (standing) missionary, (standing) doggy style, the flatiron, leapfrog and stand and deliver being his top 6.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He does sexually joke around to his partner, but he is more serious during it than you'd expect.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Generally very tidy. Usually clean shaven if he knows partner prefers it.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He can be somewhat romantic, but he is usually very lustful during it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He definitely does, although not as much when he has a partner.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

(He definitely has a lot of them because mans gets bored easily)

-Praise (Loves to see and hear how good he is doing.)

-Ownership (Gets off to the idea of owning his so. And tends to give them hickeys or bitemarks for this very reason.)

-Cream🥧 (Self explanatory)

-Rigging (Likes to restrain his partner, might allow his partner to tie his wrists up, SOMETIMES.)

-S&M (Submissive & dom - powerplay)

-Sadism (is sadistic asf)

-Primal play (predator & prey. This is a “hunter” mentality, where the top (or dominant) is the predator and the submissive (or bottom) is the prey.)

-Brat play (gets excited by being challenged and loves to teach his disobedient partner a lesson)

-Innocence roleplay (CORRUPTION → They're so pure - you want to end that. There's nothing that excites you more. & TEACHING → Why not show them how to please you...and how to be pleasured in return?)

-Somnophilia (Loves to see his so this helpless in front of him. Very much likes to wake his partner up this "way" if he knows they'll enjoy it.)

-Mild degradation (Specifically likes to see his partner get embarrassed by the things he does to them.)

-Gagging (likes to put a ball-gag (especially one with an "extended" edge to it) on his so, especially when it embarrasses them)

-CNC (Likes knowing his partner is secretly enjoying how he dirties them while they pretend they don’t)

Probably more, oh well.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Almost anywhere, he doesn't mind getting it on against a tree, in a spring, as well as at any tree house on neverland. He is a big risk taker. But if he knows 100% for sure any lost boys will see he won't risk it.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

-Being challenged

-His partner exposing particularly more skin

-His partner being horny and needy

-His partner looking helpless

-His partner touching him suggestively while holding eye contact (particularly on his waist, arm and thigh.)

-His partner squirming

-His partner being flustered

N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)

-Degrading him by embarrassing him or name calling. (NOT including being challenged by brat play) He'll actually get MAD.

-Any mention of his past

-Being penetrated himself

-Anything to do with scat

-DDLG, DDLB, DDLC

-Being ass grabbed or spanked

-Animal play

-Feet play

-Vore

-Unfaithful partner

-Sharing his partner

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He is very skillful at giving, like i said, the boy has some experience. He also loves receiving. But prefers giving a bit more.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Usually quite rough but never fails to make it passionate. When he wants to tease he can go painfully slow. And in the last round he might slow things down a bit too when his partner is particularly ragged or pleads to him for it.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He is all for a quickie, but really prefers to take his sweet time when he can.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He is a risk taker for sure, being confident about everything he decides. He also gets very excited about trying new things.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Physically, he could on FOREVER. However he does have his schemes and stuff to do. But when he gets the chance you'll have to tell him to stop if you've reached your limit, because he'll can, and will, continue for hours on end if you'll have him.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Usually only ropes and gags. He finds anything else useless when you have him.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

As already mentioned, he likes thrust very slow sometimes to see how needy and eager you get. And once you do he'll be incredibly rough. Likes to get you to beg for him.

On the other hand, he loves being visually teased. But he'll only accept being physically teased OCCASIONALLY. And when you do try to tease him during "it" he'll make short work of it, being eager for more. "Teasing are we? Very well.. Name your price." However he will definitely tease you back afterwards.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He's the loudest when he receives head or you give special attention to his torso. He mostly grunts during banging, but not remarkably loud. However he does like to talk dirty, and give praise.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Likes to smear the cum on his dick over his partner's face and have them wipe it off and lick with their fingers.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

He could have any size he wants with his magic, however his original size would be somewhat above average.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He gets in the mood very easily. And ideally, he'd have some every day.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He doesn't need to sleep, however he does enjoy sleeping with his partner whenever he can, so after you've fallen asleep he'll give in as well.

[miguel-owhora]

SNYOPSIS — i hate this stupid bitch

TYPE — drabble

WARNINGS — 18+ , deepthroating , blowjobs , power imbalance , being mean to the little cunt , vomiting , hurt no comfort

FEM-ALIGNED READERS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED.

TAGS — @sweetcorpse , @tophamhat-kyo , @villainousdelicacy , @realitylemon , @gayaristocrat

The sound of König choking on your cock is perhaps one of the prettiest of sounds you ever have ever heard. It's the sound of angels singing together, of wedding bells in the distance. It sends pleasant shivers done your spine, makes your grip on his head firmer. He's slobbering all over your cock, large hands gripping your thighs as a way to stabilize himself, his pale blue eyes so fucking stupid it makes you want to laugh.

"Mind your teeth, perro," You warned, eyes narrowing as the other man pulled off and turned to the side, coughing. His hand jerked your cock, spreading his spit all over. You reached underneath and gripped his face, grip harsh and bruising. You force him to make eye contact with you, and watched how he struggled to maintain it, pupils blown wide. "Or I'll blow your stupid face out."

Your words are not kind and instead lace with venom, with acid that burned König's soul. Your words are not empty, he knows this. He's worked with you far too long that he knows that you don't bark, you bark and bite, and he's turned several blind eyes to how brutal and cruel you were with your own teammates. You were as cruel as they came, to anyone and anything, and König was often time the subject to your cruelty.

You stared at him a moment later and scoffed, letting go of him and leaning back on your chair - well, König's chair. This was his chair after all, it was his office, but what was his was yours.

Including him.

"Mind if I smoke?" You asked and didn't wait for an answer as you pulled out a pack and then a stick, lighting it up. With one hand, you curled a hand around König's nape and brought him closer to your cock. He quietly whimpered, pumping your cock. He raised his mask a little, just enough to access your cock, and gave a feather kiss to your cockhead. You watched him with half-lidded eyes, pupils dilated and swallowing up your iris, dark pools of sickness.

"Keep the mask on, cunt, don't wanna see that face of yours," You grunted, lips curling into a mean smile. König softly whimpered and slipped your cock into his mouth, nevertheless, always a dutiful whore. You smoked as he slowly bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around your cock, lapping up the precum that seeped out like icing. Only the bottom half of his face, from his nose down, showed. You couldn't bare to see that face of his.

You let out a small groan as he took in more of your cock into his mouth. Your eyes crinkled in sick amusement as you heard him gag, feeling his throat constrict around your girth. What he couldn't take into his mouth, he stroke with his hand. He slowly bobbed his continue, drooling.

You blew a plume of heavy smoke to his face, watching him bat his eyes, tears forming. An idea struck your mind as you gave a quiet curse, feeling your core tighten, your balls constricting.

Without so much as a warning, you gripped the back of König's head with force and pushed him down onto your cock. It was a wonderful sensation, having his throat constrict around your cock, feeling him choke, hearing him gag as he frantically tried to pull off. But all you did was hold him down even firmer, nails digging.

You pulled your cigarette away from your lips, holding it in between your fingers, as you groaned, cursing. Your hips jutted up, unable to restrain yourself, as your cock twitched and pumped cum into König's mouth. König harshly gagged, and something inside of you told you to yank him off. Not one to doubt your intuition, you grabbed him and pulled him right off your cock.

König twisted around and retched his lungs out, pulling his mask up as he vomited.

"Christ almighty, Colonel," You sneered, scrunching up your nose as you watched him, not bothering to help him. There was a twisted sense of amusement that bubbled inside of you as you watched him, watching how he heaved and coughed, choking on his own vomit. "Fucking pathetic. Can't take some dick?"

"Entschuldigung...!" König coughed out, sobbing a little. You snorted, staring at him with distaste. He got so worked up he switched to his native tongue? You would never understand how he got the ranking, how someone so weak and pathetic, could become Colonel. You should've gotten it instead, not this little-

"Whatever." You scoffed, snubbing your cigarette on his arm rest. You flicked the cigarette to the side, uncaring of where it landed. You stuffed yourself back into your pants and stood up, staring down König who didn't look back up, still hunched over on the floor. You wrinkled your nose and scoffed again, turning on your heel and walking out the room, uncaring of what would then happen to König.

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[spriteofmushrooms]

Still thinking of the JC RPF tropes and the Lan sect being enamored with "SLJ emoting vivaciously." (especially LWJ being furious about his twin pride kink)

Jiang Wanyin twisted to the side, his violet eyes flashing like lightning. "What do you mean!!" he yelled loudly without considering if it was quiet hour or not. His four no five belt adornments settled against his intricately woven robes, but even they couldn't hide his shapely legs since he only wears three layers with scandalous slits due to the Yunmeng heat.

Lan Yourname said, "Jiang-zongzhu, please restrain yourself."

"Ha!!!" Jiang Wanyin laughed vivaciously but also mockingly. You squirm because he's paying attention to you but in a mean way. "As if some pathetic Lan disciple could contain my nature!!!!"

But then through no fault of your own Jiang Wanyin tripped and fell into an elaborate bondage setup.

• If you want to gag him, turn to page 37.

• If you don't want to gag him, turn to page 214.

Lan Wangji frowned down at the page. This was a serious question worthy of consideration. Gagged, Jiang Wanyin would not attract attention; yet was attention so undesirable? Would it not be pleasing for Jiang Wanyin to be humbled by multiple disciples witnessing his degradation?

"Lan Zhan, what are you reading so early in the morning?" Wei Ying asked sweetly from their bed.

"Cultivation manual," Lan Wangji replied, turning to page 37. This writer was known for punishing unwise decisions with the appearance of certain Lan elders, including Wangji's own shufu. It would be unfortunate to find one of these endings yet again.

[koqabear]

2KKKKK!!!! Congrats! I have a song equation!

Tinnitus BUT (demo ver) + enemy!Tae + angst + smut + slight fluff well since they do fuck- but they're still enemies on end.

♫: TXT, Tinnitus (Demo Ver.) // join the 2k event and request something!

"You always tried to tell your friends you don’t get along with Kang Taehyun. Did it work? Absolutely not. Now you’re stuck with him again, and there’s no telling what insanity will take over you tonight."

taehyun x fem! reader // wc: 2.6k (everyone cheer i’m getting the hang of it) // enemies to enemies, hinted fwb (the term friends used loosely), smut, MDNI.

warnings: tyun is an asshole sorry guys. slight hard dom!tyun, a bit of switch!mc, semi-public sex(?), unprotected sex, hair pulling, marking, biting, handjob, slight strength kink, hand restraining, degrading, creampie, slight cockwarming

notes: i’m so close to finally following my own rules abt the word count limit…! (i can’t keep getting away with this 😔)

Kang Taehyun was the bane of your existence— that much was obvious to anyone that spent any time around you.

He was arrogant, cocky, and overall an eye-sore; the first time you met, you actually gave him the benefit of the doubt, getting introduced through mutual friends and eventually forming a group that (unfortunately) included him. 

It was bad from the start. He was a complete smart-ass and had a knack for making casual, blunt comments that would immediately put you down; you’re not even sure what the fuck you did to him, but you do know that you never let a single one of those snide remarks slide— jabbing back just as hard, showing that you weren’t all bark and that your bite hurt more than one would expect— it got to the point where your friends knew that they should hold you back on a leash when you were around each other. 

Sometimes, you couldn’t even look at him; which is why you preferred to go to group events if you were explicitly told that Kang Taehyun would not be there, knowing that you would only ruin the night if you tagged along, more likely to start a fight than to try to actually enjoy yourself.

So to say that you were currently angry as you sat at a random table of a club, gritting your teeth and tapping your fingers against the table as you stared out at the dance floor, unable to look straight in fear of catching a glimpse of Kang Taehyun, was a severe understatement— you were fucking fuming. Your jaw aches from how hard you’re gritting your teeth together.

“Are you gonna dance, or are you so up-tight that you can’t even do that?”

“Leave me the fuck alone. I don’t wanna hear it.”

You’ve been dealing with his witty remarks all night. He’s just come back from the dance floor, hot and sweaty as the sight of a random girl getting all up on him practically made you gag; if you hadn’t been chosen as the designated driver tonight, you would’ve left long ago.

What’re friends for… you think bitterly, staring down at the water you only got to keep yourself occupied— you can feel Taehyun’s stare burning into the side of your face, and it only serves to make you more irritated as time goes on, hoping that he’ll stop being such a creep and look away.

“What is your problem?” you hiss, finally having enough after approximately one and a half songs of him doing this. Like expected, your eyes meet his, and a slow smile creeps its way onto his face as he leans his head back, resting against the booth as he looks at you with low-lidded, hazy eyes— he’s having fun getting under your skin, that much you can tell. You resist the urge to reach over and slap the stupid look off his face.

“Am I doing something wrong?” he asks, and you’re forced to lean toward him slightly from how quietly he talks, barely hearing him over the loud music that blasts all around you— you scoff at his words. 

“Don’t act stupid, you’ve been giving me problems all night— even now, don’t think I didn’t feel the way you were looking at me all weird.”

“I feel bad,” he confesses, ignoring the way you give him a scathing look as he continues, head lolling to the side lazily to watch the packed dance floor, “You looked so pathetic over here by yourself— someone would think your friends ditched you.”

“I’m the designated driver,” you point out through gritted teeth.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.” he glances back at you, and you jolt slightly at the way his gaze rakes over you slowly, “‘Cause this…? It's just sad.”

“And what exactly would fun be to you? Practically fucking some other girl on the dance floor to the rhythm of some shitty pop song?” Fuck, he’s done it again. He’s got you riled up and it’s only making you even angrier that he’s able to get you to this point— it doesn’t help that he’s laughing condescendingly at your sudden outburst, shaking his head and muttering something that you’re unable to hear from the obscene volume of the music. 

“Why are you here then?” he asks, tilting his head slightly and raising that stupid brow of his, a habit you’ve quickly come to hate, “To have intellectual conversations with other patrons?”

You don’t know what takes over you. Maybe you’ve finally been pushed to your limit, pent up and frustrated with the fact that your friends continue to brush off the fact that you and Taehyun simply do not get along— your fingers might just break your glass from how tightly you’re gripping onto it, standing up so suddenly that your chair slides away from you— but you do know that this was long overdue and well-deserved, throwing the rest of your water straight at him; a smile twitches at the corner of your lips as you take in the way his eyes screw shut and his brows knit together, left frozen as you take this moment to walk away, before you decide to say fuck it and really show him your bite. 

You walk mindlessly— the dance floor is too packed, and you feel as though your body is way too lit up and restless to try and join in— so you’re making your way to the bathrooms, the hall lonely and poorly lit as you open the women’s restroom, slipping inside and ready to lock the door so you can finally take a moment to compose yourself—

“Are you fucking insane?” you don’t think you’ve ever seen Taehyun like this, eyes alight and livid as he stops you from closing the door, slipping inside and slamming it behind him, taking in the way you only take a step back and yell at him to get out, “You need to start controlling that little temper of yours, cause you’ve really been getting on my nerves recently.”

“Oh really?” you laugh out, incredulous as you take a step toward him, pushing his chest roughly and forcing him to stumble back against the door, “Because you’ve been a total fucking angel, haven’t you? All pretty and proper, such a good boy, right?”

“Not my fault you’re such a wound-up bitch that doesn’t know how to take a joke and have fun,” he spits out, unfazed by the way you corner him and send him a nasty glare, refusing to back down even though you seem like you’ll get physical any second now.

“Take a joke? Have fun?” you seethe, poking his chest as you speak, “Everything that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic attempt at low blow disguised as a joke. So forgive me if I don’t find you funny.”

For once, Taehyun doesn’t know what to say— all he’s able to think of is the way you’ve practically pressed him against the door with your own body, the way his chest dully aches from the way you’ve been poking at him, and the way your own is heaving slightly from how angry you are, lips parted and eyes blown out with rage as they flicker up to take in his expression. 

A moment passes; then, your lips are on his, and his hands are on your waist, jerking you forward and forcing you to close any space left.

What possessed you to do this? You’d rather not think about it, choosing instead to get lost in the feeling of Taehyun and push past the fact that it’s him, the man who likes to degrade others for fun— actually, you think you will think about it, digging your nails into his shoulders and taking in the way he groans slightly against your mouth— and you quickly take this opportunity to take the kiss further, tongue eager to taste him as his hold on you tightens slightly.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your lips, feeling the way you refuse to part for longer than a second; he frowns, a hand going up to grab at your hair before he’s tugging at it— using it as leverage to pull you away from him, watching the way your head slowly tilts back before your eyes are fluttering open, looking at him with such anger he can’t hold back his breathy laugh. 

“I can’t believe you, you…” he mutters out, and you can already tell he’s about to say something that will morbidly sober your clouded mind. 

“Shut up and put those lips to use,” you sigh, fingers tangling in the nape of his hair before you’re tugging him back toward you— you’re holding back a smile at the way your hands smooth over his shirt, the material slightly damp under your skin and his hair pushed back from how much he ran his hands through it.

Besides the fact that your hand is currently undoing Taehyun’s zipper and his lips have begun to suck and bite at your neck, nothing has really changed; you can still hear him cursing you under his breath, feeling the way he lets out a shaky sigh the moment your hand wraps around his length— teasingly stroking him, making sure to lead him on but not give him enough.   

It’s all a game of cat and mouse, judging by the way he’s just as eager to try and pull sounds out of you. Though, when he sees his current efforts aren’t working, he decides to take a different approach.

One thing you’ll never be able to deny about Taehyun is that he’s strong; he’s proving himself now, pushing you back and making you sit on the sink counter with ease— his hands are rough as he pulls up your dress, sloppy kisses still being laid out across your neck as he huffs slightly at your wandering hands; pulling away before he’s stepping back, slipping his belt off with ease and restraining your wrists with them— quietly, you muse about him being oddly skilled at it, but you’re quickly quieted by the way he tugs at the belt again, tightening the item around your wrists and listening to the way you whine at the feeling.

“Such a smart mouth,” he mumbles, pulling his cock out as he takes a look at you, eyes drinking in your dazed eyes and fucked out appearance with delight, “Too bad you’re too dumb to know when to shut up.”

He’s grabbing your waist before he’s tugging you forward— you slide slightly across the counter, legs spread open as Taehyun stands in between, feeling the way one of them hooks around his waist before you’re tugging him in closer, eyes challenging as you raise a brow impatiently. 

“Don’t give me that look,” he scoffs, allowing his tip to run teasingly along your slit, feeling the way your walls flutter around him in response, “Or I’ll leave you here and make you wish you begged for me while you had the chance.”

“Oh really?” you tilt your head, tugging him closer and feeling the way his tip breaches your entrance for a moment— your breath hitches, and though Taehyun pretends to remain unaffected, you can feel his cock twitch with anticipation. “I’m sure you’re all talk.”

This, Taehyun decides, is about as far as allow you to continue to provoke him; he’s pushing into you with one swift motion, watching the way your voice breaks and your mouth falls open at the feeling of him inside you, thick and warm and full as you clench around him, your pussy already wet from the way he simply couldn’t take his hands off you earlier; you hope he doesn’t notice it, but the way his lips quirk to form his usual arrogant smile definitely isn’t a good thing. 

Taehyun doesn’t give you a chance to adjust. He doesn’t take it slow, doesn’t ask you what feels good or what you like— he simply gauges your reaction and begins to fuck you, grinning at the way you whimper and whine that it feels good, throwing your head back and giving him access to mark your neck and collarbones, making sure to leave enough that you’ll remember this for a long time— after a moment, you realize what he’s doing, cursing under your breath and pulling at your restraints as he simply responds by sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh.

“Gonna make sure you remember this. Make people ask who you got these from,” he whispers, laughing mockingly at the way you whisper out a fuck you, retaliating by sucking harshly right at your jaw, just under your ear, “Feels good? Like knowing it’s me making you feel like this?”

You can barely process what he’s telling you; not when he’s grinding into you so good, his breaths heavy against your skin as he leans back up to kiss you once more— it’s a mess of tongue and teeth as you both fight to remain on top, the only thing you can still have control over as you sink your teeth into his lip meanly; he only reciprocates by fucking you harder, a hand reaching down to rub at your clit as he smiles against your lips, trying to keep control with the way you clench around him.

You’ve realized reluctantly that Taehyun is not all talk— he’s found the spot that has your body tensing and your sounds becoming louder, undoubtedly beginning to filter out the bathroom as Taehyun slaps a hand over your mouth; sending you a harsh glare, his brows furrowing at the way you tighten around him and your mouth falls slack against his palm.

“Be fucking quiet,” he hisses, letting out a hitched breath at the way you only buck your hips in response, your leg locking around his waist and bringing him impossibly close as you look up at him, your eyes dazed and glossy as you feel the way his cock twitches inside you at the sight— his pace picks up, and Taehyun can feel his high approaching, swollen lip bitten at and stuck between his teeth as he takes in the way you squirm under him, tears swelling at your waterline as you whine and moan against the palm of your hand.

Taehyun is the first to unravel; filling you to the brim, the feeling of his warm cum and thick cock that continues to rut into you enough to have you following soon after, chest arching toward him from the way he leans down in a sudden attempt to muffle his sounds, cruel mouth biting at the junction between your neck and shoulder as you merely curse at him in your mind. 

He doesn’t pull out— if anything, he’s still fucking you slowly long after, a slow pace as he mumbles something about keeping you filled; you don’t even have the energy to roll your eyes, resting your head against his own that is still buried in the crook of your neck, attempting poorly to catch your breath. After a moment, the reality of everything seems to set in, and your wrists ache.

“If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.”

He huffs in amusement. 

“This is embarrassing for me too, you know,” he mumbles, turning his head so you can feel the way he noses along the column of your neck, sighing slowly before he says, “But I wouldn’t be against it happening again. You know, just to put you in your place.”

The moment Taehyun takes this stupid belt off you, you’ll show him what it means to be put in place. 

But for now, you’ll settle with the feeling of his cock still inside you and his arms wrapped around your waist. (For another thirty seconds, it’s been long enough and you’re sure there are others waiting outside by now.)

[m-ayo-o]

he loves to see you…

18+ // explicit sex // characters 21+ // ft. jjk content includes... general filth, like, just... ugh [tw: "master"]

smiling

Satoru wants you on top, he doesn't mind giving you a hand. Just loves to see you bouncing on him, leaning up to suck on your nipples.

He loves seeing your perky tits and pretty face, enjoying yourself, riding him with a giddy smile. Loves knowing that you're so happy because of him. Cums when he bucks his hips up, making you bounce and let out a cute surprised giggle of his name, clinging to the headboard.

swallowing

Toji wants you bent over or bent in half. He asks openly for your dirty underwear so he can get off while you're not home. He loves you needy, horny and begging, especially when you initiate- finds you very amusing and cute.

If he's impatient for you it'll be straight to doggy. He’ll pin you down and push your legs back if he’s in a more intimate, romantic mood.

He'll tell you to open your mouth only for him to release a string of spit onto your tongue. Of all the filthy scenarios that get Toji cumming, watching his girl lick up and swallow his saliva is getting him off today.

talking

Kento loves taking you over his office desk and loves to spoil you rotten. Any time he catches you dropping lunch in for him at reception, he takes you upstairs.

Your voice makes him so weak, you're just chatting and he's getting turned on. Has you bent over in that cute skirt he got you last week as you let out soft “thank yous” and “yesyes daddys”

Needs you to be nice and loud, despite only being a door away from his colleagues while he fucks you brainless. Cums when you tell him “I love you Kento–!” then takes his lunch break with you in the park.

restrained

Megumi is an intense man. He teases you for ages, all day if he can; making you beg, whine and choke, biting, spanking and edging you until you can't take it anymore, then ties you up and calls you pretty.

He doesn't degrade you or do anything too dirty- he'll leave that stuff for daddy. He just needs a little gag in your mouth, your arms behind your back, legs open. Holding onto the rope while he fucks you will make him cum hard.

full

Yuji needs to see you pushed back in a mating press, full of his thick cum with your eyes rolling back. He loves watching it leak out of you, his mouth hanging open as he fingers the liquid back in, getting him hard again in seconds.

His fat cock twitches as he begs to fuck you again so he can “keep the cum inside” leading to him filling you up once more, till you’re overflowing. Eating you out “to clean you” as he fucks the mattress will make him cum for the third time.

crying

Sukuna loves when his sweet girl is groveling at his feet, as everybody should. He prefers you begging stripped, a thick dildo inside you, wrists bound, pleading, “Sukuna– master, p-please–”

He needs to see your pained expression as he replaces the dildo with his fatter cock. Loves using you till you let out cute cries of “s'too much” and “it huuurtsss” like this isn't what you were just begging for. Lets out a wicked laugh and cums hard when those pretty tears roll down your cheeks.

[masterlist]

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[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (13) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n don't you love it when your ex starts trying to get back in your life?

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selinabui_news 📸 New Lina pics!!! Photos from Cami's instagram stories <3 tagged: selinabui

linasgirl4 the only cutie patootie to ever cutie patootie

2cami4lina my girls went on a date 🩷💜

MESSAGES

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INSTAGRAM

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eb_jonno when the touring part of tour starts to kick in tagged: emptybottles_official and lukaszhang

tommyhoward Never change Jonno 🤣 ↳ tina_kim @ tommyhoward what. the. fuck.

cameliazzz jonathan answer your phone

mrslukaszhang why does kas look so boyfie 🥰🥰🥰

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

Thomas Howard @THowdy · 3d Bucharest Baby!! 🤪 ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 3d take that back FUCK YOU BETTER BE JOKING

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 1d Lina's ex-boyfriend, NFL running back Thomas Howard, is at Bucharest Night 1 of the TMD Tour. ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 23h can she not catch a break--

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 16h Thomas Howard has been spotted at Bucharest Night 2 of the TMD Tour. This is the second show he's attended.

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

TWITTER

↳ Oscar Piastri @OscarPiastri · 4m Flattered to know 😏 ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2m OSCAR???? ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 3m SELINA FIGHT BACK @EB_selina

lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 13m i just bumped into kas and lina at my regular cafe... not even kidding like... i'm in shock ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 12m they're about to leave how do i function sjdnfskdfn ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 11m POTHO SCUERED DSJKFNSJKDFN

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 7m STFU you got lina to take a photo of you and kas??? 😭 what was she like??? ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 4m she told kas to fix his face 💀 ↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1m i see he didn't listen

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 20h Thomas Howard has been spotted at Vienna Night 1 of the TMD Tour. Personally, I recommend they get a restraining order. ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 43m if he shows his face tonight, i will personally fly to vienna and kill him ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 24m my show is tonight, i am willing to take one for the team

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h personally, i think it's insane that oscar is in monaco wakeboarding ot some shit and lina is freezing her ass off on the other side of europe fighting off her ex ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h OSCAR DO SOMETHING! HELP UR GIRL!

helen @helenjamie32 · 4h vienna n2 empty bottles fans... you have one job... we're gonna get that woman to sing something like hurt my feelings by tate with her ex in the crowd ↳ helen @helenjamie32 · 4h LET LINA BE MESSY!!! LET HER BE TOXIC!!! SHE DESERVES IT!!! IK SHE'S ON THIN ICE, SHE CAN SWIM ↳ helen @helenjamie32 · 4h you don't understand, i think i NEED her to say "she's got you right now, but i'm still on your mind" I NEED NEED NEED IT

TMD Tour News @EB-TMDTour · 18m The audience encore song for Vienna N2 was 'People Watching' by @ conangray. The band played a surprise second encore song of 'hurt my feelings' by @ tatemcrae afterward. #TMDWorldTour ↳ jules 🌿 @juliiaapxp · 8m @helenjamie32 oomf... what's it like being the oracle of apollo ↳ helen @helenjamie32 · 4m THRILLING SO FUCKING THRILLING AHAHA

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 20m that was the biggest gag ever omg. selina bui, rip ur social media forever but it was so so worth it 10/10, do it again ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 19m changing the last lines? *chefs kiss* never change girlie, oscar u hit the jackpot with this one ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 3m "YOU wear MY number but SHE'S got what you like"??? we're planning the pr funeral but u slayed that, fck media training @EB_selina we're all hootin' and hollerin', u did so good with that baby

EB Bar @theemptybottlesbar · 14m want u so bad, baby, hurt my feelings... 🙄

↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 12m absolutely LIVING for the attitude, the sarcastic delivery was so cathartic ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 11m YOU WEAR MY NUMBER, GUESS I'M STILL ON YOUR MIND

INSTAGRAM

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selinabui_news 17.05.24 | Lina spotted at Vienna International Airport. She's flying to Bologna, Italy ahead of the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix 💕 tagged: selinabui

piastri_lina oscalina reunion loading...

mrslukaszhang she's so happy 🥺 ↳ moonbeamlina @mrslukaszhang lmao she hates us (jk)

marie_h.sb she looks so thrilled to have verbally eviscerated her ex in front of a crowd of thousands and then immediately fly off to see her bf. she's straight-up thriving <3

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha @sp1rl @destinyg237

[yandere-sins]

Happy Valentine’s, my Love

a/n: Happy Valentine’s guys! I hope you have a lovely day, regardless of the purpose of the holiday or if you’re celebrating it. Remember that if there’s nothing else to love, we can still love Yandere (;

Warning: Yandere, Detailed Violence/Gore, Long Post, Abuse mention

Valentine's Day has never been your favorite celebration of the year.

When you were single, it showed you just how alone you were as you passed by happy, kissing couples on the streets. Halloween, Christmas, and birthdays—those were all festivities shared with family and friends, so you enjoyed them as long as they kept your mind off things. When you finally got your first boyfriend, you thought that for sure, Valentine's would be enjoyable from now on too. 

But you were wrong.

You loved him. You would have sworn to anyone doubting you that you loved that cruel bastard of a man who didn't care about your poor, desperate heart, pleading to be loved by him. Being with him broke you, and latest when Valentine's Day came around, and he decided to go out with his friends rather than stay with you, you realized he didn't feel as strongly about you as you did about him. Leaving him was the best and worst decision of your whole life. Best, because you knew you'd be able to move on, find someone to appreciate you. Someone normal, someone kind.

Worst because that scumbag wouldn't let you leave him so easily.

There was no detail you spared your boyfriend when you told him about your ex. You showed him the scars, the panic in your eyes, the restraining order, and every police report that came after. You wanted him to know. Everything. Without knowing your past, you couldn't imagine a future for you two. Though it may have been early in your relationship, you needed to know if there would be another lonely or, perhaps, a warm Valentine's Day awaiting you with this man you decided to trust. You finally had your answer when he held you as you cried, rubbed your back, and comforted you. He was the right one. He was kind and he was normal, accepting and understanding of everything about you.

So, how could it be that on Valentine's Day, you heaved yet another long sigh as you lowered your phone, still no reply from your boyfriend about when he was going to be home? There was no excuse like 'working late' or 'stopping to get dinner' when he had been off for the last five hours, and you had already cooked and set the table. Nothing could have been more important on a Tuesday evening than to get home to his beloved partner waiting for him. You couldn't think of any other excuses to make except for…

He forgot.

Maybe you were being childish. Disillusioned by TV and social media, romance books and games, that someone could actually exist who'd care. Care about you, your feelings, and this stupid couple's holiday. You didn't need someone who'd take you out on a unique, fancy date just because capitalism forced him to. You didn't even want presents or your partner being overly excited about a home-cooked meal and some sexy lingerie for dessert. Honestly, you two could have celebrated on any given day that you were in love and happy with each other. You just wanted someone to care. 

There were a hundred things you could think of that you two could be doing, even if some made you slightly less comfortable than others. Your boyfriend had some interesting hobbies, like taking you out to the woods for a weekend, a secret cabin where it would only be you two and his camera that would constantly go off to capture pictures of you. He liked to practice tying knots and bought you two all kinds of sensual toys, including blindfolds and gags. Occasionally, you enjoyed the new activities too. Still, you felt like you'd never enjoy them quite as much as your boyfriend did, no matter how much fun you had. It made him happy first and foremost, so you tried to indulge him, knowing he would do the same for you. If anything, he had always been exactly what you wanted—kind, caring, affectionate, and a great cook. The bar wasn't high after what your ex did, but your boyfriend lifted it higher than you ever thought he could. 

Which was why it was so strange he forgot this day, despite it being so important on your healing journey.

He usually was the one to always remember important dates or where you put your things whenever you happened to be forgetful. He took care of you when you were sick, saying things like, "I will always make sure you're happy and loved, Darling." His attitude and efforts made you look the other way whenever he asked you to pose for his camera or trust him when he booked another weird place for a weekend trip. You didn't enjoy these things as much as he did, but knowing he's been doing them since childhood, you couldn't deny him that little bit of freedom when he changed his life to accommodate you in return. 

You wanted to be angry about him not showing up, knowing it meant the world to you, but if you were honest, you were just disappointed. Maybe you had put too many of your problems onto him. Perhaps he was tired of taking care of you all the time. Maybe this wasn't the right relationship either, no matter how much you wanted it to be. Mistakes were made before, and this could have been one of them.

Your train of thought was harshly interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, your head snapping around as you stared at your boyfriend wide-eyed and surprised as he giddily stepped inside, holding multiple bags of renowned stores you liked to shop in, grinning like he always did when seeing you. 

"Sorry for not replying earlier! I was preoccupied."

Pushing off his shoes and hanging up his coat, he spoke nonchalantly as if your inner tumult didn't face him. Which, to be fair, you didn't even know if he was aware of. The bags in his hand were clearly apology gifts that he could shove wherever. Now you did feel angry, but when your boyfriend finally stepped into the kitchen, lifting his nose in the air and humming blissfully, you almost felt bad, seeing how innocent he looked, unaware of your anger. 

"I wish I could have gotten back earlier, but I needed to take care of something," he called out from the kitchen sink, rinsing his hands dutifully. He was a bit of a goofball, wiping his wet hands on his shirt before sliding over to you on his socks, grinning from ear to ear as he met your gaze. You loved his playful ways, the tenderness of always searching for your no matter what. It was either eye contact or holding hands in public; your boyfriend never too shy to show you were with him. 

"I know what you're thinking, but I didn't forget," he chuckled, scratching his cheek nervously after he noticed your furrowed brows. Moving around the couch you were sitting on, he took a seat right next to you, knees touching as he reached for your hand that you didn't pull away, even if just to see what he'd do. "I just wanted to make this the most special Valentine's ever."

Glancing at his fingers, your eyes got stuck at the red paint around the rim of where his nails met his skin, and you raised an eyebrow, replying, "Okay…?" 

Did he make you a card? Painted a picture? Maybe he decorated a cake… You wanted to be pessimistic, given how he had already wasted most of the day being tardy. However, the promise of him actually going through the trouble of making you something from scratch was already more effort than you could have expected from him. 

"Every day, you make me so happy," your boyfriend started, a doe-eyed look on his face as he gently massaged your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it reverently, his breath tingling against your skin. "Allowing me to love you is the greatest gift you could have ever made me. Just waking up every morning knowing I have you to cherish gives me the strength to overcome any hurdle in my life. I only need food, water, and you to survive my days with no regrets and no ill feelings. That's how much you changed me."

 Planting some more kisses on the back of your hand, your boyfriend looked back up at you, grinning one of his beautiful, sunny smiles that you loved so much, his dimples making him look like he was out of a movie rather than the man you called your boyfriend. Hearing his confession made your anger evaporate, tears brimming your eyes that he quickly wiped away with his thumb. "Don't cry yet, I'm not finished, and you know I can't hold back when you cry."

You both laughed off the awkwardness and the stuffy noses as you took some deep breaths, gathering your composure as best as possible. "I wouldn't want to miss you ever," he sighed blissfully, his gaze piercing right into your soul, laying the words there like bandages around your scarred heart. "You're my light, and I love you more than humanly possible. I want that, exactly this here, right now, forever."

Pulling his hand away from caressing your cheek, he fumbled with the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a little red box shaped like a heart. Your breath hitched as you put your hand over your mouth to not let it hang wide open, surprised as your boyfriend opened the lid to reveal a beautiful ring that undoubtedly would have your size. "Will you do me the honor of marrying me?" he asked, fingertips brushing over the velvet outline of the ring box nervously. And you…

Hesitated. 

A part of you wanted nothing more than to say yes, throw your arms around him, kiss him, let him put the ring on your finger, and call you by his last name. But then the thoughts you had before your boyfriend came home returned to your mind, and suddenly, doubts flooded you. You always thought he was the one to make you happy. The one to start a family with even. You were okay with his strange obsession with his hobbies, and he did his best to support you and make you feel loved daily. Why did you doubt him just because he was a little late on Valentine's Day? It was such a silly idea after the heartfelt confession he just made, wanting you to know all the ways he felt about you. 

Strangely enough, your eyes fell to his fingernails again, the red rims and dirt under the nail. Your boyfriend was very careful about his looks. It was strange that he didn't take the time to make himself look prim and proper for something as important as a proposal. He always obsessed about looking presentable to you whenever he was out with you. Even when he swore you were beautiful no matter what, he always put in the extra effort for himself. 

"I…" you mumbled, your sentence coming to a choked stop as if invisible hands were trying to stop you from speaking and squeezing the air out of your lungs. The sparkle in your boyfriend's eyes faded as he noticed your hesitation, an expression of hurt crossing over his face even though he tried to hide it behind a smile. 

"I'm sorry, was that too rash? I mean, we never discussed it. I just thought today would be a good day, and… Wow, I… This is awkward." 

Putting the ring away, he scratched the back of his head, turning from you. You wanted to reach out, console him, tell him he didn't do anything wrong, but as you watched his expression turn from hurt to bitter, you instead hugged your own body, leaning away from him. Next you knew, he was up, pacing back and forth behind the couch, muttering mixes of justifications and excuses.

"You said yes to your ex. I thought I could erase the Valentine's trauma if I did the same. I don't really know why I thought you'd say yes... We're still in our early stages, right? Gosh, I'm dumb sometimes! Just ignore I asked. It made sense to me when I saw the ring and thought of you, but I should have consulted you beforehand. It's not even that pretty. It's not good enough for you. You deserve a better ring, bigger and a lot more expensive than this little thing. They said it's a real diamond, but I'm not so sure. Am I making it worse? Please say no, this is already too embarrassing! We can't tell anyone I was so stupid to think you'd want to marry me."

Suddenly, your boyfriend stopped, looking at you. His breathing seemed to halt as he stared into your eyes with an unnerving, emotionless gaze. "You love me, though, right?"

Blinking at him, you couldn't quite follow his tirade of sentences, but you gave a slow nod, his expression changing instantly. "Phew! Lucky me! Here I thought I ruined it." The tension that had stopped him in his tracks flowed out of him, muscles relaxing, lips curling back into a smile. 

Coming back to the couch, he took his place next to you, reaching for your hand to take into his, resting it on top of his thigh. For a moment, he stayed like this, brushing his thumb back and forth over the back of your hand as he smiled upon it thoughtfully. "This was a mistake, but I wouldn't be able to bear it if you'd hate me now. Can you tell me why it's a no?"

Looking up at you, you couldn't help but avert your gaze after catching his, seeing his kindness and patience that swirled with his love for you in it. He was always like that, understanding and accepting no matter what you did. How could you possibly confess to him that it was because you had a bad feeling about how he acted on Valentine's Day? That would make you look like an absolute idiot, wouldn't it? Rejecting him for being late?

"It's just… a little too early," you stammered, making apparent excuses. Eleven months may have been a bit quick, but you two had a lovely relationship so far. "I see…" he mumbled. His head fell back as he let out a loud laugh, squeezing your hand tightly as if he feared losing his hold. "And here I thought it was because of your ex."

"Why do you keep bringing him up?" you asked, a ping of irritation going through you at the constant reminder. 

"Well, you brought up marriage much earlier with him, but you never talked about it with me."

Odd, you thought, not remembering giving him that detail. You were sure you mentioned you thought your ex was the one you'd marry, but this seemed like a knowledge that you didn't think you told him about.

"I… maybe?" you mumbled, unsure if this had actually happened since you avoided letting your memories resurface. 

"Yeah, so I thought maybe I wasn't good enough for you. Maybe you still like your ex more than me. That's why you never brought up marriage. Don't tell me you actually still feel for that bastard?"

His words were throat-cutting sharp as he spit them out, his eyes fixating tensely on you as if to warn you not to say the wrong thing. "Of course not…" you mumbled, appalled at your boyfriend's thoughts. "You know I'm with you now. I rarely ever think of that guy…"

"Good… good," he mumbled, features softening as he looked forward, brushing his thumb over your hand again as he stared into nothingness thoughtfully. "It would be hard to piece him together again if you changed your mind."

"What?" you mumbled, cocking your head and furrowing your brows, waiting for your boyfriend to explain what he meant with his strange choice of words. 

Sitting up straight, your boyfriend stopped tracing over the back of your hand, taking a deep breath instead. Rolling his head to face you, he forced a smile on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Somehow, I knew," he sighed, a hint of regret decorating his features. "I knew you wouldn't say yes."

"I couldn't pinpoint it. It was just a feeling I had as I drove home today. It got me thinking of reasons why you would reject my proposal. I kept driving up and down the street, too nervous to just come in and ask you; that's why I was so late. Because at one turn, I ended up on your ex's street, passing by his house, and I stopped the car. I felt like it was his fault that you'd reject me, and I looked through his window, and there he was, cuddling with some girl that didn't look like you at all. Probably a whore. That's the best that scumbag can do."

He spat the last two sentences as if they disgusted him on your behalf. As if he was angry, your ex wasn't at least miserable about losing you. It seemed sweet, but your boyfriend's actions were scaring you more and more, especially when you tried to pull back your hand, his fingers clutching around your wrist tightly as he kept you right where you were, not giving you a chance to back away until you relented, letting him continue to brush his thumb back and forth over it.

"I knew I couldn't just leave him like that. He hurt you. He hurt you badly, and I wanted him to suffer. I rang the bell, waiting for him to open, but he let the slut get the door for him, that lazy piece of shit. So I wrapped my arm around her neck, pulled her to the kitchen, and slit her throat right in front of his face. And can you believe it? He cried. Like a little baby, as the bitch bled out."

Your blood ran cold as he spun his gruesome tale. You were even more inclined to get away from him as his expression filled with a mix of indifference and hatred. However, he turned towards you, reaching for your arm and pulling you closer to him, no matter how hard he had to jank until you fell into his arms. "I thought about you," he mumbled, eyes shifting back to the affectionate spark you loved being looked at with normally. He smiled as he caressed your skin, full of goosebumps. "I only thought of you as I rammed the knife into his back over and over, not giving him an easy way out while he cried and pleaded for me to stop. But I didn't. Not until he collapsed, gurgling. That's when I decided it would be the best gift for you, and I hope you'll like it."

Finally, your boyfriend took his hands away, fluttering touches turning into nothingness as he got up. He was eerily calm, not chipper like usual, and not bothered by what he just told you. He stepped around the couch, touching your shoulder as he passed you by, chuckling to himself about the good thing he did while you tried to comprehend the shock you were feeling, disgust and panic not yet having set in. 

"I got you other presents too, but nothing as good as this one," he explained, and you heard the bags rustling behind your back, sending another shiver down your spine. How ironic, you thought, realizing he did make you something homemade for Valentine's. It made a splashing sound as he pulled it out of the bag, and it explained the red stains on his fingers, but it was neither a card, a picture, nor a cake. 

You opened your mouth to scream as your boyfriend slipped the severed head of your ex wrapped in multiple layers of saran wrap into your lap, an anguished expression of pain forever chiseled into the features of the man you once loved. He had never been a good lover to you, but you were pretty sure he didn't deserve this. 

Before a single, horrified scream could rip out of your throat, your boyfriend's hand came down to rest over your mouth, pressing around your lips so nothing but muffled sounds could escape you. "I took care of it. No need to get upset now, Babe," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "He can never hurt you again, and when we do decide to marry, no one will be in our way," he assured you. 

And you believed him.

"Because if anyone else tries, I'll take care of them too," he added, and you could hear the smirk on his lips, an expression so mad you didn't even want to see it crossing his face.

"I won't let anyone come between you and me. Not now, and not ever, Baby. Happy Valentine's Day, my Love."

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- House of wax fanfic

•Yet again, your hand was buried in your pocket. As if it would help with the sweating or the anxiety bubbling at the pit of your stomach. Of course it wouldn't. Beforehand, it was all confidence and elaborate planning, but upon approaching Ambrose from the forest, everything felt dizzy.

The humidity that day was unbearable, a thin layer of sweat coating the whole of your body. God knows how long the walk through the forest was because you didn't have a watch, next to nothing really. But risking Lester's car ride wouldn't be worth the risk. It all looked relatively the same as you remembered. The buildings all looked preserved with the past, which once thrived with life. The streets were silent as you approached the gas station. Just as you came closer, Bo appeared, walking up to the door to greet you on sight.

He casually stepped out with that familiar smile, laced with practiced southern charm. "How can I help you?" The sound of his voice made your heart clench and head thump, but you put on the act. Lost and alone, that's what was led on, and he took it. Guiding you into his gas station to sit down for a moment whilst he grabbed you a waterbottle. A gentleman. Something he was told countless times by various tourists, only serving to fuel his pride. Even made him a little cocky sometimes, and it showed.

Bo leans against the counter, eyes locked on you as half of the water was demolished in one long sip. The water was warm, but you definitely weren't going to turn down a drink. Not in this heat. You seem bizarrely familiar. He can't put his finger on it. Your face, voice it was at the back of his head. Something nagging at him. "Have we met before?" He enquiries after a few seconds just to get a shrug back. "No, don't think so." Bo frowns momentarily before dropping it. It doesn't matter anyway. you'll end up the same as they always do. A display. And he'll sleep in his bed, regardless if he's satisfied or not, either way he'll toss and turn to no appeal.

It was all a blur, a mess of an hour. Your hand shook, holding the needle before letting it shatter to the ground. Bo was clean out on the floor, but of course, he didn't give up without a scuffle before being knocked out. Caution led to nudging him twice in the side. Not particularly needed, but it was worth the sigh of relief. The dragging part was especially difficult, having to get him down those old steep steps. It was hard not to gag as you pushed open the door open, all of the memories hitting hard enough for a concussion. Only a couple of weeks ago, you were full of cheer and warmth with your friends camping out before you all planned to head off to the game in the morning. Tossing around beers and messing around with Daltons camera. They're all gone. Wade, Carly, Blake. Nothing but displays. You would've had the same fate if Bo hadn't slipped up, resulting in your escape into the forest. The final girl, left to rot in grief and that lingering fear. It always hung over your shoulder, becoming a harsh burden.

Slowly with a throaty groan, Bos eyes peeled open just to squeeze shut again. Upon going to move, he finds he can't. His wrists are bound too tightly down as well as his ankles. It was duct tape, and the gurneys restrained keeping him in place. Bo forces his eyes to concentrate, face lightly scrunched up as you came into focus. You were greeted less casually this time around as expected, met with a string of curses and quick anger. It was ironic in a way, seeing him bound and restricted to the same gurney he had put so many others before. Including Carly. The thought brought a dry chuckle to you. Forced and humourless.

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"It seems that my fangs proved deadlier."

Seconds after you say that to a defeated Nitara, you hear chanting before you're hit with a blast of bright green magic that wraps around your snake and your eyes. You're sent sprawling on the ground, shouting in surprise before your mouth is gagged by the same green magic. The gag was placed in a way that kept your fangs bared but unable to close your mouth fully.

You feel two people grab both of your arms. Their grip proved steel, as no matter how much you writhed around or tried to throw them off, their hold would not break. You then hear a new voice, a deep male voice dripping with pretentious smugness.

"It seems I have returned just in time to clean up Shang Tsung's mess."

You then feel cold and heavy metal wrapped around your wrists and arms, binding your wings to your back. The voice then commands your guards to take you back to the fortress. They then drag you away with a chain attached to your manacles, back to the mountain, back to the stone fortress embedded within. You did not make it easy to cross those few meters as you writhed and thrashed around in your bondage, which resulted in you being met with a surge of magic that caused your muscles to lock up and spasm, sending you to the ground. Even then, you left gouges in the stone below you as you were dragged on the stairs and floors.

Eventually, you're forced on your knees in front of the man you ran from in the first place.

"Must you make everything difficult, Y/N?"

Shang Tsung chuckled at your surprised body language, explaining that he's not easy to eliminate. This you should know by now. He would punish you for your misbehavior later; his benefactor has informed him it's time for you to fulfill your role. You barely had time to ponder this strange development before; unseen to you, some ornate vials shaped like dragons were placed directly under your fangs.

You flinched away when you felt Shang's thumbs press and massage against your gums, directly where your large fangs are. He commands your two guards to hold you still, thus restraining you to keep your head in place. You let out a displeased, muffled hiss as Shang essentially milks your venom from you until both vials are fully filled with venom. The Sorcerer coos to you patronizing praise for producing so much venom and assures you that you've been an immensely vital part of his plan. You mentally wish for him to drop dead; however, this isn't granted.

Shang then tells you that he'll be back soon, but first, he must speak with Quan-chi about the production of something called "Soul Stealers". He informs your guards to treat you well but not to hesitate to "discipline" you should you act out of line.You're given the motivation to acquiesce when feeling the biting steel of a blade being held at your throat.

Eventually, you pulled back on your feet and led away into a different location. You can make out Shang's voice and two voices you don't recognize. You were directly behind the two new voices, with one of the rougher tones inquiring about your identity. A shiver goes down your spine when Shang's crazed gaze glances at you with an obsessive gleam. He gladly introduces you as essential to his plans and his other partner besides Quan-chi. You don't see Kuai-Liang's eyes widen in recognition of you from Lord Lui Kang's description.

"Brother, this is the person Lord Lui Kang instructed us to rescue!"

Yet, Bi-Han doesn't care, nor does he listen to his younger brother again when he pleads for Bi-han not to listen to Shang. You nod in agreement with the smoother voice, briefly gaining Kuai-Liang's attention from how you caused your chains to rattle. So you listened in as Shang informed the group about Emperor Ying, a former ruler in Earthrealm and whose fortress you've been confined in. This includes Emperor Ying's dragon army made of stone and their dormant enchantments.

Your attention is fully captured when Shang explains that while they're reanimated by soul fragments, they're controlled by the venom, YOUR venom, mixed within the vials. You don't see how the Sorcerer then pours the unholy concoction onto a crown with dragons decorated in the design and dawns it on his brow. However, you could hear ancient stone slabs shifting over one another and barely audible screams as the Dragon Arm comes to life. Their movements echoed within the wide-open cave as they all moved in sync, a perfect machine. You then hear chains rattling as they're removed from what you can gather to be Bi-Han.

Soon after, you hear the sounds of Kombat surrounding you and your guards from either side of you. You then hear the voice of Kuai-Liang warning you that it might burn a little. Before you could ask, you sense a great flare of heat around your arms, which you use to snap the weakened metal holding the manacle together followed by your arms and wings.

While you could remove the gag Quan-chi put on you, you couldn't remove the bonds around your head. So, you rely on your sense of hearing and smell to fight alongside Kuai-Liang against Shang Tsung and General Shao. The latter, you did not hesitate to riddle with various wounds as you constantly tried to go for his neck to rip open. Although the ninja did defeat his opponents, Shang doesn't hesitate to use his new crown to send some of the Dragon Army to charge towards the both of you. Kuai-Liang places you behind him before lighting a wall of fire so hot, you could feel its searing heat even from behind him. You weren't able to see how he melted the statues into molten metal nor one of their swords melting before they could impale him between the eyes. Once he melted all of them, he directs you to piggyback on his back before running off.

He could both effortlessly carry you and sneak around the fortress toward the front gates. You held your breath as you hear Quan-chi speaking with Rain. The fact that Rain would conspire with these mad men still broke your heart. You didn't see Rain as he crept behind you and Kuai-Liang before releasing a blast of water, sending both of you to the ground.

"I know it'sss you, Rain! Out of all the people that could betray the Empire-"

"Were you not always encouraging me to test my limits?"

You let out a hiss as you bare your fangs toward the High Mage. Luckily, while you and Kuai-Liang fought the hydromancer, his magic managed to break Quan-chi's bonds, allowing you to turn him into stone. You do this again when fighting Darius while Kuai-Liang fought with Havik. Eventually, both of you met up with Smoke and explained what transpired. You express deep gratitude toward Kuai-Liang for freeing you from your captivity, saying how you owe him a debt.

You start with this by sedating Bi-han for extra precaution after Kuia-Liang defeats his brother and Grandmaster. As all of you ran off with him, you were stopped by a rumbling that could be heard all the way back to the fortress, where beams of green light could be seen, indicating the Soul Stealers to be active. All of you look toward one another as dread fills all of your expressions.

Playlist while writing this:

"Kings and Queens" by Ava Max

"Smoke and Mirrors" by Jayn

"Teeth" By 5 Seconds to Summer

"Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez

"Venom" by Eminem

"Nowhere to Run" by Martha and the Vandellas

"Sweet But Psycho" by Ava Max

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this and please don't forget to like, reblog, and comment, as that motivates me to write and release more posts like this sooner.😁😁😁 Stay weird, my fellow humans.

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Notes-General Miyuki & more

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Recovery date: September 17th, 2024

Description: Gotcha gotcha! If you're comfortable, can you do nsfw headcanons like when they're in a relationship for Miyuki, Mochi and/or Mei

Includes- Aged up Character

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I will say this was actually really difficult, but it was also kind of interesting. That is to say, I'm not sure how I feel about it (the execution, not the prompt itself)

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Miyuki Kazuya

A tease, but not a brat

The kind to put his hand in your back pocket and when you point it out says “it’s an accident” but doesn’t move

Runs his mouth, always teasing about the face you’re making or your reactions

Praise him, he shuts up so fast

At least at the start of your relationship, eventually he gets used to the praise and you consider buying him a gag

Until then, oral keeps him pretty quiet

Giving, I mean, when receiving this man is loud

I think it’s pretty agreed upon that Miyuki deserves to be taken care of

He also does not like giving up control, DO NOT restrain him

That’s the easy way out and he will tease you

Instead wine and dine him, draw a nice bath for the two of you, and then treat him to a night of praise and ecstasy

Assuming he doesn’t fall asleep before you get that far, sometimes he just needs a night of pampering

In the same vein, likes showering together; would love to try shower sex but is terrified of injury

Like, I feel like he’d be pretty adventurous with sex if he wasn’t worried about hurting himself and not being able to play baseball

He pulled a muscle once and almost had a breakdown (you know, the kind where you know you need to flex the muscle but it feels like that’ll rip it in two?)

Miyuki just needs someone to care for him, if you can do that he’ll do just about anything for you

Kuramochi Yoichi

Great stamina, I mean it is Mochi

Strikes me as someone who likes his hair pulled

Also seems like he’d fluster pretty easily

He’s a tease, but he does not take teasing well

“Would you shut up?” “That’s not what you were saying last night”

He goes red

I think he also likes trying out new positions

Kind of like Miyuki where he wants to be adventurous but is kind of afraid of injury

But he’ll start suggesting something and then realize that it’s probably not the best idea

Someday, he tells you

I can see him being pretty romantic, not a huge tease

The amount of times you two have been play fighting and it’s turned into a makeout session and escalated?

You have damn near ruined wrestling for him, and it’s entirely his fault

Discovers sex is a much more interesting way to work off excess energy than swinging a bat, and he has a ton of excess energy

Seriously, once after a really bad game he did 100 swings after and then chased you through your house into the bedroom and fucked you, hard

He didn’t get on base once that game, like I said, bad

Bonus points because it means he’s not over exerting himself

Kuramochi needs someone to match his energy and playfulness, and even if you can’t always keep up he’s more than happy to cuddle up with a videogame

Narumiya Mei

Be surprised, he’s such a brat

And a pillow Prince

I could totally see him trying to pretend you’re doing things “wrong”

But you can also see the way he’s biting the inside of his cheek to stay quiet

Narumiya Mei not running his mouth? A baffling concept

Don’t get me wrong though, he still runs his mouth

Like I said, he’s a brat

He also doesn’t ask for sex unless he’s suuper pent up

He just, riles you up until you catch on

Also, not necessarily NSFW, but he walks around shirtless a lot if he knows you’ll stare

To quote Deadpool “Put your greasy tits away you preening slut”

Anyways, I don’t think Mei ignores is partner’s pleasure by any means

Will, on occasion, treat you like pillow royalty but there has to be a trigger

Like jealousy/ the fear that he’ll lose you

And even though he’s a brat, sex isn’t always rough

Honestly I don’t ever see Mei out growing his overconfident facade and that bratty streak of his

But, as he outgrows his insecurities they become less abrasive in his day to day life