#but ooooo a fanfic of this :(((

[rafeandonlyrafe]

crimson red

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, stalker!rafe, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NONCON, R*P3, KNIFE PLAY, READER GETS CUT, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, BLOODPLAY, BLOOD EATING?? LICKING??, P IN V SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX, BRANDING? SCARING?, THREATS OF MURDER, DACRYPHILIA, extreme caution yall this is for my dirty depraved freaks

part one / part two / part three

“stop struggling.” rafe grunts out, one hand holding the sharp blade to your throat while the other is gripping your hip, bruises already forming as your skin blossoms purple.

“r-rafe.” you whine out, wiggling your hips again. “please stop. please.”

“you're making things worse for yourself. stop moving.” rafe warns. 

you go to continue to argue when the knife presses forward a little harder, rafe not even realizing that a bead of crimson red blood is dripping down your throat from the tip of the knife breaking through your skin.

“see?” rafe licks his lips when he spies the blood. “that's what you get. you're gonna stop moving now, right?”

you can't nod, so you let out a mix of a whimper and a cry that rafe takes as agreement, leaning down to lick at the trail of blood that has now fallen to your shoulder, all the way up to where it spilled from your neck, already starting to dry up now that rafe has moved the knife away slightly.

“now can i put this down?” he questions, head tipping forward, forcing you to keep eye contact with him as his eyes pierce into you, any sign of friendliness long gone.

“yes.” you manage to croak out. “i won't fight anymore.”

“good.” rafe grins, but there's no sweetness behind his smile, the wickedness shining through as he moves the knife away from your throat. you take a ragged breath, watching how he sets it next to you on the desk.

“now im gonna fuck you. im gonna cum inside of you. i want you to be good, alright? if you start screaming, ill cut you.” rafes voice is soft and quiet as he explains, like his cock isn't currently rock hard inside of you after ripping your clothes off and forcing himself in.

“ill be good.” you nod freely now, tears falling down your face. rafe just smiles, leaning in and instead of licking up your blood, he runs his tongue along one cheek and then the other to taste your salty tears in his mouth.

“i wonder if your pussy tastes as good as your blood or tears.” rafe looks down, still buried inside of you. you're grateful he hasn't started moving yet, giving you time to adjust.

rafes hand wanders lower, his fingertip swiping over your clit, making your body jolt at the sudden flash of pleasure before he moves lower, rubbing at where you are connected as he gathers some of your wetness onto his finger.

he brings it up to his mouth slowly, making sure you're watching as his tongue licks your juices. rafe lets out a low moan, eyes fluttering closed. “delicious, baby. i think i like the way your cunt tastes more than your tears.”

you gulp, hoping he won't continue or want further taste. you know you won't be able to hold your moans back after just the brief feeling of him touching your clit, and you're trying not to give him the satisfaction of showing your pleasure as much as you can help it.

“but ill have to eat your pussy another time.” rafe continues. “and explore your other holes…” rafes eyes are on your mouth, but you know he has no limits to what he could force you to do, not when he is so intimidating, knife at the ready. “i need to fuck you right now though. i hope you're opened up enough baby because im about to destroy this pretty little cunt.

rafes hips rock back slowly before snapping forward, a squelching sound filling the room as he pounds forward, no restraint in the sudden speed and intensity of his thrusts.

you have no choice, having to reach up to grip rafes shoulders so as to not fall backwards. you see the smirk on his face, glimmer of amusement in his eye, especially when you let out a small moan.

“you like my dick, huh, baby?” rafe questions, tilting his head to the side. he gives you a particularly hard thrust to cap off his sentence. “not even gonna have to threaten you with a knife next time you're enjoying it so much.”

you hate that his words are true, rafes cock hitting you perfectly with every thrust, touching you in places no man has ever been able to reach before.

“tell me you like it. tell me you can’t get enough of my cock.” rafe grunts, hands squeezing your hips so tightly that you can already feel the bruises forming, purple blooming under the grip of his fingertips.

“i-i like it.” you mutter, hoping that satisfies rafe, not wanting him to threaten you with the knife again.

“baby.” rafe grunts out, the cute nickname in such contrast to the angry look on his face. “that’s not all i said. keep going.” “i can’t get enough of your cock.” you say quickly, fearing retaliation. “i love it. feels so good.” rafes expression shifts to a smile. “thats a good girl. now rub your clit for me, c’mon.” rafe encourages you. you let go of his shoulder with one hand, having to wrap your arm around his shoulders to keep yourself up, pulling you both even closer together. you can feel every breath rafe takes against your face, warm and wet just like his cock inside of you.

your hand moves slowly down your body. you glance at the knife next to you, wondering if you could reach out for it, make a play for control.

“y/n.” rafe growls, pushing his hips so deep into you that you slide back slightly on the smooth surface of the desk. “i said touch your fucking clit. make yourself cum for me.” “o-okay.” you press your fingers against your clit, rubbing quickly. your traitorous body loves the feeling, a small moan slipping from your mouth as your high builds.

“good. good.” rafe coos. he leans in to press a kiss to your mouth. you keep your lips firmly sealed together until rafes tongue forces his way inside. you drop your jaw open, knowing there is no point in fighting his advances.

“damn, baby, can feel you clenching ‘round my dick.” rafe moans, only briefly pulling away before continuing to kiss you, dominating your mouth as his tongue flicks against yours. you hate that its true, you can feel your orgasm growing closer and closer.

“you’re so wet, are you sure i’m not the one being forced into this here?” his cock is swelling inside of you. you know whats coming, just as he’s threatened.

“you’re sick, rafe cameron.” you manage to say, brows briefly furrowing together before your orgasm breaks free, your back arching, bare chest pressing against rafes, your fingers slowing as your clit pulses.

“oh fuck.” rafe mutters out a quiet curse before you can feel him releasing inside of you, filling you up, cum pouring into your unprotected womb.

“i may be sick.” rafe presses a kiss to your open mouth. “but i’m yours.” rafe picks the knife back up, your eyes widening. “and you’re mine.”

he moves before you can react, grabbing both your wrists and holding them behind your back, forcing your back to arch as your breasts are put on display, his softening cock still buried in your cunt, trapping his cum inside of you.

“this is to make sure you don’t forget that.” rafe turns the tip of the knife towards your skin. you would struggle, but you know that just makes things worse as you cry out when he cuts a thin line down over the swell of your breast. he makes three other quick shorter cuts, your blood spilling down your abdomen. 

“don’t worry.” rafes voice is kind as if he didn’t just scar you. “they’re not that deep. just enough to mark you.”

rafe raises the tip of the knife to his mouth, turning it last minute to run the smooth edge over his tongue, cleaning your blood off of it as his eyes gloss over.

“now i’m going to be watching you.” he finally pulls out, making your boy shudder at the sudden loss of him filling you up, cum sliding out of your destroyed pussy onto the desk below you. “and if you try to get help. or let another man touch you, when you’re mine, i will use this knife on everyone you love, and then you.” he points the tip at you, your eyes widening as the pain blossoms in your chest, not wanting to be cut any more.

“understand?” his head quirks to the side.

you have no choice but to nod.

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[pippynsworld]

[dragonstar2568]

Clint’s pov

“Yeah don’t forget to send Bucky 3 invites” I reminded them “3 Pfft I doubt he even needs an extra one, so why would he need three?” Tony said not looking up from his tablet, trying to figure out all the people he needed to invite for his avengers Christmas party “Because? His wife and daughter?” I said “WHAT?!” Everyone in the room yelled, well besides me and nat obviously, ‘hmm, wonder why their surprised’

“Yeah? You know guys know peter, come on! The tiny hot twink of an omega Bucky’s married to? And their daughter, she’s like 4 with long brown hair, looks just like her mom, with bucky’s blue eyes always carrying that white stuffed cat that looks just just like their real cat alpine?” I sit up from my spot on the couch where I was lying upside down “WHAT?!” “….what did you think he was doing for 5 years?” ‘I’m just so confused they know Peter ?…right…’

Steve looked upset “He said he was moving back to Brooklyn” “Really? That’s not even where he at! He owns a house in Russia. Beautiful place….” ‘Man he even lied to Steve…hmmm odd’ “….why…would he lie to us…to me” Steve said looking like a kicked puppy… “I don’t know Man” ‘man I’m starting to feel bad, didn’t they get invited to their wedding ? OHHHH that’s why they didn’t show up…..’

“ we’ll we’re going to get to the bottom of it.” Tony stood up and placed his hand on Steve’s arm “FRIDAY, send 3 invites to the barnes family, and move that Christmas party to next week,”

[spectascopes]

PAPYRUS PUTS ON A REALLY CUTE SWEATER AND YOU CANNOT HELP BUT LOOK AT HIM

I'm writing a Papyrus/Reader fanfic in which he wears this, bc his clothing is "AS MULTIFACETED AS HE IS"

[artemis-pendragon]

Wrote a new chapter of Synergy and Entropy during naptime at work (at a preschool lmfao) today so here it is!

AO3 link HERE

[scarlett-ink]

Why the fuck is October 10th hard it has never been an issue before why is it suddenly now 10 years after the fact 😭 anyway here’s some Eclipse of the Valley refs of the boys and my sona, will do y/n when I have time (working to try to get the next chapter out today or tomorrow but no promises)

[jacks347]

I have concocted a brilliant mix of Army Dreamers, I Love You Like An Alcoholic, and that one Ei and Yae Miko sound on TikTok of "Eternity is too cruel a fate for you, Ei" to be the background track for the latest fic that jumped into my brain

I don't work tomorrow, I got all night

I'll stop torturing the fans of the fandoms I love when they stop being so fun to break

[lordansketil]

i love it when you look at your statistics on A03 and it's like... a bunch of people have privately bookmarked your story. you're their dirty little secret.

[harryforvogue]

hades!harry & persephone reunite tomorrow at 12:30PM EST on tumblr & wattpad 🖤❤️

[cluelessatthispoint]

👀 yandere Emesis Blue??

Yandere Blu Medic finding out his Darling is working a tec job for the Reds. Worse yet, he finds them inside the Conager Slaughterhouse.

I just can’t get over how absolutely unhinged Medic is in this film. He starts out with such a gentle voice- then he goes to wreaking havoc at a funeral. I love his crazy.

Ooooh, I like your style! 😎

Alright then.

Yandere Emesis Blue Medic x Reader (who is inside the Conagher slaughterhouse.)

Warnings: yandere thoughts, mentions of blood. Normal Emesis Blue things...

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The feeling of his heart pounding behind his ribcage makes him grimace. It hurt so bad, but it told him that he was still alive. He could feel each palpitation of his heart. How is burned, how it kept beating despite his fear. His hairs stood on end. His sharp inhales and exhales sent warm pain though his lungs. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Nothing but ice-cold fear and burning pain. Everything hurt. It felt like he was dying. Everything burns and feels so numb and cold. The slaughterhouse remained stoic, cold and unforgiving to its pained inhabitant.

His mind tried to focus but still it wandered. His eyes glossing over as his mind struggles to travel to a safe space. Images of you float through his mind. How your voice sounds so soothing when you speak. How you are able to speak and maintain control over your voice. How it sounds so welcoming to his ears after a particularly long and grueling day. How you walk with a little spring in your step when you're happy. Or when you drag your feet when you're tired or sad. The way you always know what to say to others to make them feel better.

The mere thought of you makes his lips twitch up into an ever so slight smile. Letting out a soft and shaky exhale and placing a hand over his heart Medic cautiously turns his head to the left and look around with anxious wandering eyes. Suddenly as if by fate he hears something familiar. Something so comforting sounding.

The dark atmosphere and dangerous environment games away as he recognizes the sound....You. It's your voice. A pang of excitement and joy well up in his chest then come plummeting down. What the hell were you doing here? Why are you here? How?! He walks closer and sees you mumbling to yourself as you clean the floor of what looks like blood. Stepping closer and quietly clearing his throat you look up in surprise.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?"

Your lower lip trembles and you can feel your heart race. The dark dimly lit corridor and and cold surrounding make the manstanding at the other end of the hall before you look all the more terrifying.

"M-Medic?"

You look on in horror as the Medic gets closer and closer. His steps are clumsy and dragging. You can see the blood splattered all over his torn clothes, his broken glasses hanging from the torn cartilage of his ear....your mind begins to race.

'Where are his eyes?!'

'Where...Oh God, where are his eyes??!!'

You back away as fast as you can. His footsteps getting quicker and quicker. You can hear his ragged breath in his decaying lungs. The smell of his foul odor permeating the area. Tears prick painfully at your eyes and you will yourself not to gag on the spot.

You can feel the gross, burning bile rising at the back of your throat, whimpering as you run away. Your legs ache and your body feels as if your running through copies amounts ice water. Up ahead you remember the door to the exit. A surge of adrenaline courses through you. Dark whispers echo along the walls and ring in your ears. His gravelly soft masculine voice fills your head.

"Mein Leibe..."

The door! You must reach the door!

You get to the door and try to open it. But nothing happens....A devasted wail bubbles up in your throat. It's locked. You sink to your knees and sob pitifully against the barrier preventing you from escaping. Banging your fists against the door like a mad man you scream and cry with terror. The air around you gets colder. You realize that you are now trapped here...with a dead man.

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Teehee~ I'm such a silly goose.

[gabrielllas]

oh I KNOW harvey was turned on when he went to visit mike in his office

[cloudyskiiees]

blasting out these chapters!!! the first REAL chapter of the fic, enjoy!!!

[annoying--moth]

Posted my first ever multi-chapter fic!! (Aoas, of course) Please check it out!! (if you want)

Btw should I post chapter updates on here?

[doctaaaaaaaar]

HEY ME AND @melonpalooza WROTE A DUKE THOMAS TIME TRAVEL FIC!!!! READ IT!!! YOU WANT TO!!!!!!!!!

[macncheems]

I KNOW THIS IS A TENSE POINT OF THE FANFIC BUT I LAUGHED BC WERE THEY JUST??? LIKE????

(the fic is spoon feed by harleygirl2648 if you want to read it :3 [PLEASE DO IM GOING INSANE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS FIC])

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Waoh, number 2! Under cut :3

Additional Tags: Unlabelledship Cooper & Mateo, idk what they have in this one. study session. Cooper has pens with swear words on them

Mateo really hoped Cooper never noticed that whenever they had one of their study sessions Mateo learned maybe only about half of what Cooper was trying to teach him. 

Wasn’t his fault though, Cooper was just the embodiment of entertaining and entertaining things were much funnier to watch than trying to solve mind numbing math equations, or whatever the heck he was meant to be learning. 

Watching Cooper mutter at his homework like it had personally offended him would forever draw Mateo’s attention away. Similarly how could Mateo focus while trying not to giggle as he watched Cooper fiddle and take apart his pen which had “For Fuck Sake’s” imprinted on the side in bold black letters. Or even when Cooper would crack a joke to draw their brains away from how frustrating homework was and Mateo found himself shaking with laughter even though the joke had been so stupid. Focus was nonexistent when his best friend was being so cute and silly.  

So maybe he didn’t notice when he started to stare, tuning out what Cooper was saying by accident, until Cooper reached across the table and booped him on the nose. 

“‘Teo,” 

Mateo blinked, “Hu?” He scanned Cooper’s face as the blond grinned at him only to then look away and back down to his homework. 

Oh right, math. 

Mateo let out an annoyed groan which caused Cooper to chuckle. 

“Welcome back to exponential and logarithmic functions. You zoned out there for a second,” Cooper said before the clack of a calculator being used followed. 

Mateo leaned back in his chair and dragged his hands down his face, “This sucks! I don’t understand any of this,” 

“No one ever said math was a mouthful of cake,” Cooper mused. 

“Pfff, what?” Mateo removed the hands from his face and watched as Cooper’s face went a little pink. 

“Because cake is yummy and easy to eat and uh,” Cooper stuttered out, “you know what nevermind.” 

With that Cooper tilted his head down to scribble something on his page as Mateo snickered in amusement. 

“No, no, continue please.” 

Cooper looked back up and tapped Mateo’s own homework with his pen, “Now you’re just trying to get out of this,” 

“Mmm,” Mateo hummed and leaned forward, resting his head on his palms, “maybe I am, or maybe I just like hearing your voice,” 

Again Cooper went pink but then he fixed his posture and leaned in closer, “Are you flirting with me?” 

Mateo grinned, “Is it working?” 

A frown crossed Cooper’s face, “Mateo-“ 

Mateo’s head dropped to the table with a thud as he groaned again, “Can’t I just get this one win! Math sucks and I’d rather just draw,” 

There was a pause, “Are you giving up?” 

“I mean it is hard-“ Mateo muttered into the table as he turned his head to the side. 

“Hey come on,” Mateo felt the butt of Cooper’s pen poke his head, once, twice, “you can’t just give up like that. That’s not the Mateo Christopher Garcia I know,” 

Mateo froze upon hearing his full name and sat back up to stare at Cooper with a look he hoped portrayed a feeling of, how could you? 

“Did you just full name me?” 

A small shrug came to Cooper’s shoulders, “Yes,” 

Mateo pouted, “Rude,” 

Cooper laughed, hiding it behind the back of his hand but Mateo reached out to take it in his own hands as laughter took over both of them. 

By the end of their giggle fit their fingers had become interlaced and Cooper used this to draw Mateo’s attention to himself. He gave a squeeze and as Mateo looked at him he smiled softly. 

“Look ‘Teo, you can’t just give up. I mean, that’s the M-Man way right?” Cooper asked, bringing up Mateo’s comic book sona. The fearless and buttkicking hero, M-Man, who had a catchphrase along the lines of, “Never give up, forge ahead!” which Cooper went ahead to quote. 

Mateo pressed his lips into a fine line and tugged his hand away. Sadly he turned his head away and mumbled, “Yeah but that’s with bad guys not math,” 

“Yet it’s still the same principle.” Cooper insisted while cracking his fingers, “To persist and try. To get up when you’ve been knocked down and try again, and again, and again.” 

“Point is,” Cooper continued, reaching out to brush his fingers against Mateo’s shoulders, “heroes don’t give up, especially you. Trust me on that.” 

Mateo raked his eyes from the tips of Cooper’s fingers, up his arm, and took in the confident and sure expression on the blond’s face. Persist and try, hu? Well that was certainly the M-Man way, but if anything it was also the Cooper way. 

Mateo chuckled, they really were two of a kind. 

“Alright you win,” Mateo caved, picking up his pencil, “but you gotta keep coaching me through this.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Cooper admitted with a smile.