#cw noncon kissing

[bloodfreak-boyking]

i literally can't stop thinking about shifter!dean so i curse thee with a brain dump ficlet. cw for non-con groping & kissing

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"See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends, you could have a life," the shifter said, Dean's stolen face barely visible in the dim sewer light. His eyes flicked between Sam's, hurt and something unidentifiable swimming in them. "Me?" He leaned in closer, the space between them growing hot and humid. Sam could feel the shifter's breath on his cheek. "I know I'm a freak."

Sam scowled, glaring the creature down. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dean was a lot of things; a nerd, a jerk, disgustingly charming, but not a freak. That title was reserved for Sam.

A grin twitched across the shifter's lips. "Oh, you don't know, do you?" it said, amusement thick in his voice.

Sam knew he should ignore it, this impulse to get insight into his brother's mind, his thoughts and feelings that he kept held so closely to his chest. The thing would probably lie anyway. But Sam was never good at resisting temptation. "Know what?"

Not-Dean was suddenly straddling Sam's thighs, a lascivious smile on his face. Sam instinctively tried to move away, but the rope kept him from doing much more than squirming under the creature's weight. A low chuckle rumbled in its chest. "Dean here?" It shoved its hand between them, roughly palming Sam through worn denim. Sam tried to stifle a gasp, only half succeeding. "He wants you. Hell, he's wanted you since he was seventeen."

Sam felt frozen, shock making his limbs feel numb. Or maybe that was the rope cutting off his circulation, he couldn't really spare the brain power to tell. "Wh-what? No, you...you're lying."

The shifter leaned in closer, nipping at Sam's earlobe. "Oh, the things he wants to do to you." He ground his hips down against Sam's lap forcefully. "His sweet little Sammy."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam registered Not-Dean was hard. Another sharp bite, this time to the hinge of his jaw, had him letting out a startled yelp.

The shifter groaned against his skin. "God what he would give to hear you make noises like that." It grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair, yanking down on it hard. Sam, in an attempt to stifle a loud cry, let a pitiful whimper slip past his lips instead. The creature's eyelids fluttered shut. "Fuck, yeah, just like that."

Warm, plush lips were suddenly on him, sliding against his stock-still ones. Before his brain could send the message of no bad no, his own lips were moving. The shifter growled and pulled his head back further, drawing a gasp out of Sam and giving himself an opening to lick deep into Sam's mouth. A soft moan escaped Sam. What could he say? The thing could kiss. Dean could kiss.

It was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him. He twisted his head away, forcibly breaking the kiss. His heart was hammering in his chest and his stomach flipped and the worst part was, Sam couldn't tell if it was disgust or...

The shifter slowly stood, still trying to catch its breath. It reached down and grabbed one of their duffel bags, swinging it over his shoulder. "Well, it's been great, y'know, shattering your worldview and all," he looked Sam up and down once more, predatory, "but I've got a hot date with lovely little Becky."

...

"Well that's 'cause you're a freak," Dean, the real Dean, teased from behind the wheel as Saint Louis disappeared behind them.

Sam snorted. "Yeah, thanks," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Well I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you, all the way."

"Yeah, I know you are." Sam looked down at his hands, twisting them nervously in his lap. The shifter's words bounced around his brain: He wants you. He shifted in his seat and bit his lip, the next part of the memory playing involuntarily.

Dean shot him a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "What?"

"Dean...um..." Sam readjusted in his seat again, the Impala suddenly feeling claustrophobically small. "Well, I, uh-"

"C'mon Sammy, spit it out."

"The...the, uh, shifter. It...well it...there's something..."

Dean shot him an annoyed glare "Sam," he admonished.

"Do you want me?" Sam blurted out, his face blooming scarlet and his skin too hot.

Dean's grip tightened on the wheel. A muscle in his jaw ticked. "What?" His voice was too calm, too measured.

"The shifter, it said you wanted me. It...it kissed me. Do...do you want me that way, Dean?"

Dean was clenching his teeth so hard that Sam could've sworn he heard his jaw creaking. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his face, where Sam expected to see fiery red skin, angry or embarrassed, was drained of all color. Dean didn't respond or even look at Sam, just turned up the radio so loud that neither could hear themselves think.

Sam's stomach was in knots again, and this time, it was worse: he knew it wasn't disgust.

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 14: Do You Wanna Hang?

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,496

Do you wanna hang for a bit?  Just you and me, intimately, talking about all of our feelings and shit.

Danny felt a bit uneasy as Paulina led him into a bedroom on the second floor of Dash’s house. She said that Star had a surprise for him, but why would that require her to lead him up here?

“Dash’s parents’ room,” Paulina said as she closed the door and locked it behind them. “Don’t worry, they’re not using it.”

“You, uh, really know your way around.” Danny was pretty sure he had never been in this room before. He remembered phasing into Dash’s bedroom down the hall the first time he’d been to a party at his house. He really hoped Technus didn’t attack again tonight.

Paulina sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. Danny sat down and flinched slightly in surprise when Paulina started rubbing his arm.

“Yeah, I’ve been kissed in pretty much every room in this house,” Paulina smirked at Danny’s alarmed expression, “because I dated Dash! Dios mío, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Danny wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It was pretty nice having all of Paulina’s attention though. It was a bit like when they were dating that time Kitty overshadowed her. That thought led Danny to check Paulina’s eyes to make sure she wasn’t overshadowed this time. They looked hazel without any red glint, so he was pretty sure the only ghost in the room was him.

Wait, weren’t they supposed to meet Star here?

“Where’s Star?”

“Oh my god, you are too freaking adorable!” Paulina leaned close and whispered in Danny’s ear. “Star’s not coming.”

“She’s not? Then why…?” Danny tried to pull himself back slightly but Paulina just leaned closer into his space.

“Do you wanna hang for a bit? It’s just us all alone in here… We could get all intimate and talk about our feelings and stuff.” 

Paulina whipped out a dazzlingly pink Sayonara Pussycat-themed water bottle and started chugging it. From the smell, Danny could tell there definitely wasn’t water in there. Where had she been keeping that?

“Do you wanna get really deep?” Paulina’s face was just inches away from Danny’s now. Her seductive gaze entranced him. “We could connect and if I get wrecked you could… y’know.”

Danny felt his cheeks heat up at her implication. She was so close to him now that their noses were almost touching. He could smell the alcohol on her breath.  

“I have to go.” Danny tried to get up but his legs wouldn’t move. It was like he was stuck to the bed. “I can’t stand up.”

You’re welcome. Squip-Phantom winked at him from where it was sitting by his side opposite Paulina. 

Danny gulped as he realized the Squip had somehow taken over his body enough to prevent him from moving.

“I don’t know why she likes you so much. You’re not that cute, even if you are dressed like my favorite hero. No offense,” Paulina interrupted Danny’s growing panic.

“None taken. I should get back-” 

“You know she’s not that innocent. That wounded puppy routine? It’s how she gets all the guys,” Paulina continued, waving her arms around in frustration. “Acts all helpless so they want to protect her. Not that I care.”

Danny had been so concerned with his current problems that he was barely listening to Paulina’s rant about Star but suddenly it clicked in his mind what was going on with her. His friends may call him clueless, but even he could tell that Paulina’s feelings about Star weren’t what they seemed.

“You’re jealous of Star!”

“Um, obviously I’m not,” Paulina scoffed.

“That’s unbelievable! Why would you be jealous of anyone? You’re the prettiest girl at our school!” Danny flinched as he realized how embarrassing it was to say that to her face. 

Suddenly Paulina grabbed the front of Danny’s jumpsuit and kissed him. Danny’s eyes went wide and he tried to pull away. 

“Woah, woah!” Danny’s brain felt like it was short-circuiting. Why had Paulina kissed him? What was going on? “Stop!” 

Why would you want this to stop? The Squip gave Danny a disappointed look. 

“Do you wanna stop being coy?” Paulina smirked at him. “I know you want me.”

She offered him her bright pink bottle. 

“Oh, I’m not really a big-” Danny started to refuse, but his arm jerked forward out of his control and he was forced to put the bottle up to his mouth and take a drink. “Drinker!” 

Danny sputtered and tried to fight for control of his body again, but it was like Squip-Phantom was puppeting him. It reminded him of Freakshow’s ghost-controlling staff except he was completely aware of what was happening. He shuttered internally and tried not to let his panic overwhelm him. 

The Squip pushed his body forward until he was kissing Paulina again. She kissed him back, but it felt so wrong. He was glad when a knock at the door interrupted them and he could pull away. 

“Danny? Are you in there?” Star asked from the other side of the door.

Danny opened his mouth but Paulina covered it and shushed him.

“Ashley said she saw you go upstairs,” Star muttered as she knocked on the door again, “Danny?” After a moment, Danny heard her footsteps moving away.

Danny sighed as Paulina moved her hand away from his face.

“If Ashley saw us…”

“Ashley should mind her own business,” Paulina snapped.

“Star’s going to find out.” Danny gestured towards the door. “Don’t you care?”

“You’re a lot less cute when you’re talking.” 

Danny ran a hand down his face and turned to his other side where the Squip was still sitting. 

“Help me out here!” 

Squip-Phantom garbled something incoherent in what sounded like Japanese. It didn’t look as solid as usual and the edges of its form were glitching out.

“What’s going on?”

The Squip frowned in concentration and seemed to solidify slightly.

I’m sorry, Danny. Alcohol temporarily scrambles my- another wave of glitchiness distorted the Squip and the rest of what it said was too overloaded with static to make out. 

“Then why did you make me drink it!?” Danny ran a hand through the white hair of his wig in exasperation. 

The Squip attempted a response but all Danny heard was more incomprehensible static and garbled Japanese. At the very end, Danny thought he heard it say ‘You’ll thank me later.’ 

Danny turned back to Paulina who seemed unamused. To her, Danny had been looking away from her and mumbling at the wall for the past few minutes.

“Whatever.” Paulina crossed her arms. “I’ve had enough-”

A loud knocking sound interrupted her.

“FENTURD?” Dash shouted as he continued pounding on the door.

“Ooh, the fun begins!” Paulina clapped giddily. 

“FENTOAD, you better not be having a make-out session on my parents’ bed or you’re toast!”

“You can toast him after I’m done with him!” Paulina grabbed Danny’s arm even though the door was still closed.

“...Paulina?” Dash paused his knocking at the realization.

The doorknob rattled as Dash tried to get in the locked room. Then the door thudded so loud Danny thought it might break. Was Dash throwing himself against the door?

“Hear that?” Paulina pursed her lips and made exaggerated kissing sounds, “I’m making out with Danny all over your parents’ room!” 

“No, we’re not, I swear we’re not!” Danny cried out. 

The thumping on the door stopped and after several minutes of silence, Danny let out a sigh of relief. 

“Maybe he believed me and went away.”

An ear-piercing crack shattered Danny’s shred of hope as well as the window. Danny turned to see Dash’s fist covered in blood and broken glass spilling onto the floor.

Behind him, Danny heard Squip-Phantom pulse with static like an alarm. But before he could do anything about that, Paulina pulled him closer again and tried to kiss him. Danny managed to turn his head to the side so it landed on his cheek.

“You’re freaking dead, Fen-toast!” Dash vaulted through the broken window and landed ungracefully on the floor.  

“Go away, we’re making out right now!” Paulina lied.

Danny finally focused enough to phase out of Paulina’s grip and run for the door. He quickly opened it only to almost smack face-first into Star. 

“Danny?” Star took a step back. 

“Star!” Danny felt like his feet were frozen to the ground. The feeling melted when he heard Dash stand up in the room behind him.

“FENTINA!” 

Danny whispered an apology to Star before pushing her aside and sprinting down the hall. He could hear Dash in pursuit directly behind him, which only made Danny pick up the pace. 

“I’ll kill you!” Dash screamed from behind him right before the jock stumbled to the ground after rounding a corner too quickly. “Oh man, I shouldn’t have drank so much tonight.”

Danny took his chance to escape.

[dead-dove-orchid]

Hey guys I made a freenoodles fic ❤️💖

+ version without words

[e-m-p-error]

'Yesssss mine," Valentino couldn't help giggling, because it really was a silly notion. His silly little deer, not noticing his claim like this? It really wasn't something he'd done for it to be ignored. He'd just have to keep pushing, he guessed.

"Nuh-uh," He added quickly, one large hand coming up to cup the back of Alastor's head. With more force that necessary, he smashed their faces together, uttering a soft, distant cry of pain. Okay, that had kinda sucked, actually.

Shifting to let his head fall back, he moved his hand around to Alastor's face to push him back a little more. His hand fell finally, laying limp on the floor of the limousine for a moment.

Now, there's been something he'd wanted to do... Wanted... To...

Velvette? Yes! ...no. No, not Velvette. He'd fucked up on that. She wouldn't pick up the phone for him right now, not until she'd decided he'd suffered enough. And suffer he did, too.

It was half why he was in this position.

"Mnn... I don't know where my phone is." He'd have to ask Vox about it later. At least his password was frustratingly forgettable. If someone had his phone there would be no getting into it, "Didja.... Didja hafta be like that?"

~The Verse Split~

{ Continued from this-------}

He has been staying with Cal for a few weeks now and he had started to feel claustrophobic at no fault of his twin of course! but he was used to always being on the move never one for staying in one place for more then a few days never mind how much pain he was in at any given time, It felt good to take a walk and he had enjoyed eating and ripping apart a fox demon that had been harassing a young lady. Though he was still is in slight pain Alastor felt more like himself the last few days and had been eager to hunt instead of relying on his alts for food.

The sudden smell of sex, drugs and Valentino filled his nose and his face drain of color but he forced his body not to tense as he continued his walk like everything was normal while he waited for the Moth to get closer, The sound of heels faintly clicking against the pavement that weren’t his own started to fall into step behind him….. closer…. closer…. there!

Alastor suddenly spin with a jumping roundhouse kick right into Valentino’s ribs with his hardened steel heel with all of his returned strength more graceful then any pole dancer ever dream to be and immediate let the rage of being violated earlier in the week take over with a hard violent punch with his spiked gloves straight into the taller demon’s stomach. “I believe I promised you that I’d rip out your heart filth!….. lets get started shall we~”

[whumperful]

More creepy/intimate whumper things

Part 1 can be found here! Happy Valentine's Day!

Cleaning Whumpee while they're tied up in bath

Playing with Whumpee's hair before roughly pulling it

Nuzzling Whumpee or possesively putting an arm around them while they're in public

Groping Whumpee in public

Holding Whumpee's face to examine them

Forcefully kissing Whumpee and biting their lip until it bleeds

Calling Whumpee pet names and refusing to use their actual name

Forcing Whumpee to undress Whumper

Making Whumpee sleep in the same bed as Whumper (tied up or not)

Forcing Whumpee to pretend they're in a romantic relationship with Whumper (in front of Caretaker)

Touching/kissing Whumpee while they sleep

Hand-feeding Whumpee

Whumper forcing their fingers into Whumpee's mouth

Whumper filming/taking pictures of Whumpee while they're in a compromised position

[deluxewhump]

Ethan Byrne- 2

Part one

CW: Cameron has just turned 19 in this. abuse, very incestuous overtones, controlling whumper, intimate whumper, bruises, bruise touching, noncon kiss (back of neck), dunking underwater, standing dishwater (this is a new cw)

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Ethan approached Cameron in the kitchen, where he was dutifully finishing up their dishes for them. He took a fistfull of ashy brown hair, shoving Cameron suddenly and forcefully down so he flung his hands out to keep his head from going into the dirty water. He gripped the edge of the sink with whitening knuckles, keeping his face out of the water by six inches. Ethan slotted one leg between Cam’s from behind to better control him. 

“What’re you doing?” Cameron hissed. His agitation possessed a note of panic.

“Nothing, Cammy. Just seeing how cleaning my house is going for you.” He pushed Cam an inch closer to the sink full of water. He braced himself, using all his strength to keep himself as upright as he could against his half brother’s heavier, more muscled body. Despite Cameron’s height and lanky sort of strength, Ethan had a clear advantage. This was nothing but a crude display of it, and they both knew it.

“Ethan,” Cam said seriously, as if this might just be rough play. “Let me up, man.”

Ethan pushed him closer still, so his forehead broke the surface tension and he whimpered, straining to stay above it. 

“Why should I?” 

“Because— I did what you asked. And I’m… you’re my brother.”

Ethan hummed in barely restrained glee, leaning close to the back of Cam’s neck. “You may have just carved out a new soft spot in me. But don’t brothers do this sort of stuff?”

With his mouth open to answer, Ethan dunked him under, submerging his face in water that was equal parts soap suds and slimy food debris. Cam struggled violently, but he was pinned underneath Ethan’s unbudging weight. After many long seconds, he let him up. 

All pretense of horseplay was gone, now. Cameron coughed wetly and gasped for air. He spat into the water in abject disgust. “Let go!”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Get the fuck OFF of me!” He sent a sharp elbow backwards into Ethan’s chest.

Ethan’s exhale of surprise trailed into a laugh. “That’s not nice.”

“Ethan…”

“Nicely, Cameron,” he said, and dunked him quickly in and out of the water again. 

Cameron sputtered and spat, blinking soap from his eyes. “Stop,” he begged, more like a sob than his earlier demands. “Just please stop, Ethan. Let me up.”

“Warmer.”

“Please,” he repeated, water dripping from his hair and the tip of his nose. He sounded wrecked. “I get it. You’re stronger than me. You don’t fucking like me. I give up. Please, get off of me.”

“That’ll work,” Ethan said, leaning over and kissing the back of Cameron's neck. He cringed in Ethan’s grip and sobbed between grit teeth.

Ethan let him go.

“Look at you,” he said, watching Cameron in the reflection of the kitchen window. “Soaking wet. Let’s get you into some dry clothes. C’mon, you can borrow something of mine.” 

Cameron didn’t move. Hands still on the edge of the sink, he stared straight ahead at Ethan’s reflection in the window, still breathing hard from the struggle.

Ethan tilted his head. “I was just fucking with you. I have to make sure you’re not a pussy.”

Cam turned to look at him over his shoulder. 

“And you’re clearly not,” Ethan continued. “Come on. I have a shirt for you.”

Reluctantly, Cameron followed him into his dark bedroom. Ethan motioned for him to strip, and Cam pulled his wet shirt gingerly over his head. Ethan approached with a dry one in hand, but stopped when he noticed the dark and angry bruising that still bloomed over his ribs from the beating he’d taken back home. He reached out to brush his fingers over the purples and yellows. Cam stiffened. 

“That hurt?” Ethan asked, his voice edging towards tenderness. Cam looked at him guardedly, his body language closed and hostile. Ethan touched two fingers to the bluish center of the bruise. Cameron closed his eyes. 

“Yeah, it does,” Ethan murmured, but continued to touch. He applied light pressure and watched Cameron’s breath catch. 

“I don’t mean to take it out on you,” he said gently, walking two fingers over the dark contours of the bruise so Cameron inhaled sharply. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Our father did. But that’s got nothing to do with us. Not anymore.”

“I thought I was fucked up,” Cam said, his eyes still closed, brows knit in a soft expression of pain. “But there’s something really wrong with you.”

“How fucked up are you?” Ethan asked, massaging two fingers in the center of Cam’s wounded ribs in the way he might touch a girl. 

Cameron took hold of his wrist and pushed it away. “Not that fucked up,” he said, and snatched the dry shirt from Ethan’s other hand.

Ethan smiled to himself as Cam retreated to the shower.

[thus-spoke-lo]

I just know Ace is the most protective and loving older brother ever 😔 He gets all red in the face when he sees you in a cute new outfit and yelps "NOBODY LOOK" all while throwing his arms infront of your body to hide it as if he doesn't live in just a pair of shorts and a cowboy hat.

Your room on the ship is right next to his. At first when you arrived he'd argued that you could just stay in his room but the idea was shot down immediately. At least with you nextdoor he can keep an eye out incase of trouble. Or if any crew members get too close.

He probably bursts into your room whenever he wants, generally without knocking. You can squeal in embarrassment for being caught half naked all you want, he's your trustworthy big brother- nothing is tmi for him.

But I think he's also constantly boasting about you to his crew mates-- rambling about how you're the best sister in the world and how you're so smart and pretty. "My lil sister is the cutest right?" He'd say, likely getting angry no matter what the stuttered answer coming from a crewmate is.

I imagine him getting super drunk one night and coming into your room. It's not unusual for Ace to want to cuddle, so it doesn't set off any alarm bells at first. He wraps his arms around you from behind and spoons you on your single bed, drunkenly muttering how much he loves you punctuated with his intermittent giggles.

It's silent for a moment before his hands start to stroke your arms. "You're really pretty, you know that?" He whispers against your ear. "The most beautiful girl in the world."

And that's when his touches get weird. His hand wanders from your arm to your chest, slipping under the light fabric of your pyjamas. "Ace? What are you-"

You jolt when he grasps your breast. A shriek escapes your lips and his other hand clamps over the lower part of your face as he fondles your breast in his hand. He shushes you, breathing heavy. "Shh, shh. Relax." He murmurs while pressing kisses up your neck. "You don't want them to hear us do you?"

With teary eyes wide open in fear you begin to struggle. But it's no use really. Ace is much stronger and much bigger than you are. You're just wasting your energy.

His rock hard cock rocks against your backside as he feels you up. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as if he's trying to milk you. He repeats his gentle words of love while violating you and you sob against his hand.

I am chewing through drywall, i am pounding my fists on the floor, etc etc!! Ace is the type of big brother to start swinging as soon as he hears anything he interprets as negative about you, or get a little too close. That's his job after all, isn't it--to take care of you and protect you, make sure you don't get into any trouble and keep you innocent and away from leering eyes? (Except his of course!)

And it's all just so, so easy and natural the way he just falls into your bed and manhandles you, knowing there's no way you could ever fight him off. He just adores you so much, you know? Just stay still and let him show you the extent of his love for you...

[hurtfortea]

Whumpuary Day 5: Fragile

“Do you trust me?” | manhandled | chills

Contains: noncon touching (nonsexual), noncon kiss, guns, knives, blood, defiant/mouthy whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, hostage situation, sci-fi setting

“Alright everybody! Keep calm, put your hands up, and this will be over with quickly! We don’t want to use force!”

Ares looks up, a bit shocked and a bit irritated. Seriously, who robs physical banks these days? He focuses on the “menu” button in the corner of his vision for three seconds and a screen appears in his vision. Ignoring his vitals, he selects the “emergency call” option. It doesn’t go through. Did they somehow block the signal around the bank? He dismisses the screen with a sigh and lifts his hands.

The robbers work their way around the room, cuffing people’s hands behind their backs. When they get to him, he doesn’t resist, though he shoots them a dirty look, which they ignore. If only he could have been a guardian. Then he’d be able to put these bastards in their place with the press of a button. He allows himself to be herded to the center of the room with the rest of the hostages while the leader drags the manager off to the back.

“You’re not going to get away with this.” Ares can’t help but say, for all the room to hear. “Were you living under a rock for the last thousand years or did you miss that the world has moved on to digital crime?”

“Shut it.” One of the men snap.

Ares scoffs. “What are you going to do to make me? Don’t act like you’d add to your sentence by hurting me.”

The men give him their attention, and the man who’d spoken to him narrows his eyes at Ares. “Who the fuck says I intend to get caught?”

Ares shrugs. “Doesn’t matter what you intend to do, it’s inevitable.”

“Ares.” Joan, one of his coworkers, hisses from beside him. “Don’t antagonize them.”

“Why not?” Ares asks, not breaking eye contact with the robber. “They’re not going to do anything. They’re here for the money.”

“Froggy. Tape him.” The man says.

‘Froggy’, a man with a frog mask, pulls a roll of duct tape from his bag and rips off a strip, walking over and sitting down on Ares’s legs. Something about him gives Ares the chills, but he refuses to let his discomfort show, sneering at the man. When Froggy reaches to put the tape over his mouth, he twists away, not that it does much to stop him. He just grabs Ares by the hair to keep him still and presses the tape over his mouth, smoothing it out with his thumb. He holds eye contact the entire time, and Ares can barely resist looking away.

“Boys! We’ve got the vault open!” The leader calls from the back. “Get back here!”

“Treat that guy to a good time, would ya, Froggy?” One of the men says before they head back.

“My pleasure,” Froggy says. Even though he can’t see the man’s face under his mask, Ares gets the feeling he’s smiling. He breaks eye contact, feeling a nervous sweat break out on his forehead. “Ares,” Froggy says, rolling the R as if to test the way it feels to say, and Ares’s eyes snap to him, confused, until he remembers his nametag. “I like that name,” the man decides. “Feels old.” Ares just glares. “Now, let’s see what we can do about teaching you how to hold your tongue.” Fear trickles in, and Ares pulls in a steady breath through his nose. He has to stay calm. The man pulls a knife from his bag, and it’s all Ares can do to keep his breath even.

“W-wait,” Joan says, “please, don’t hurt him, he’s got no filter, but he’s a good guy-”

Froggy scoffs. “You think I give a shit?” He digs the knife’s edge into Ares’s neck, just beside his jugular vein, and all rational thought disappears. Ares’s chest heaves, his heart beginning to thunder. He whimpers behind the tape, pulling uselessly against the man’s grip on his hair. He can feel his breath getting short, and that’s only making it worse. Froggy smiles at him. “You break easy, don’t you, sweetheart?” Ares shivers at the pet name, squeezing his eyes against the sudden onslaught of tears as his chest begins to hurt. “You’re all talk.”

“It’s not his fault,” Joan says, and Froggy frowns, looking at him again.

“Can’t you take a hint? This is between us,” Froggy says, nodding at Ares.

“He’s got a weak heart,” Joan carries on, “you’ll kill him if you freak him out too badly, so please-” The knife retracts and Ares is nearly lightheaded with relief.

“Oh, I see.” Froggy says, studying him like he’s some kind of artifact. “You require a gentler touch, huh?” Ares stiffles a sob as he tries to get his breathing- and heart- back under control.

“Damn, Frog,” one of the men says, and distantly Ares sees the other robbers have returned, their duffle bags full. “What the fuck’d you get up to?”

Froggy smiles, looking over his shoulder. “Nothin at all.”

The men laugh. “Well wrap it up, it’s time to go.”

Froggy hums low in his throat, looking back at Ares. His lips purse. “Ya know what? I think I’ll leave you with a little keepsake, to remember me by. Deep breath!” Without further warning, he slices through Ares’s cheek with his knife. Ares screams behind the tape, his scalp aching as he tries to wrest himself from the man’s hand. Froggy makes another cut, the same depth, cutting through the first. Ares’s blood wells in the shape of an X. “There we are,” Froggy says with a self satisfied smirk. Then he presses a sloppy kiss to the tape covering Ares’s mouth and stands up. “Be seeing you, Ares!” He follows the rest of his team out, and Ares is left breathing heavily through his nose, blood running down his face.

[whump-card]

This Death That I Chose: Chapter 9

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CW: death, child death (not explicitly described), guns, recapture, noncon kiss, pet whump

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Tao remembered thinking that it must have been fireworks. That there was no way the Commander’s Military had advanced so far overnight.

They had.

He’d stared out the window at the tanks rolling down the street while his brother and his wife rounded up their kids. Lilah and Rory. They were too young to understand what was happening, only that they were scared.

They got everyone in the car. They had the flashlights, the batteries, the canned food.

But Rory forgot his stuffed monkey. And Tao went back to get it.

An explosion rocked the house a second after he picked the toy up. When he got back outside, the car was in flames.

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Tao knew it wasn’t fireworks this time.

Lark squirmed, and Tao’s grip on him tightened like a vice.

“I have to go-” Lark gasped.

“No,” Tao’s throat constricted, “No, I won’t let you.”

“Tao, please.”

“Everyone here knows what to do. We have escape plans.” He loosened his grip on Lark just enough for the two of them to be able to stand, then pulled him back close. “There are cars parked in the woods, we just go to the nearest one, okay?”

Lark lifted his tear-streaked face and hesitantly nodded.

“Okay.”

“Good, let’s get this on you properly.” He released Lark and took a step back, taking hold of the shirt draped around the young man’s shoulders. Lark obediently put his arms into the sleeves, and Tao forced his hands to be steady as he buttoned it up.

There was another smattering of gunfire in the distance.

The shirt hung loose and oversized on Lark’s small frame, and the tattoo around his neck stood out starkly, but it was better than nothing. Tao glanced around, spotted Lark’s sling on the floor, and scooped it up and looped it around Lark’s neck.

“Sit down and fix that while I get your shoes on.”

Lark sank down to sit on the edge of the bed, while Tao swiped a hand underneath the frame and pulled out Lark’s shoes.

“That’s where they were,” Lark commented numbly, nestling his cast into the sling.

“Yep.” Tao shoved Lark’s feet into the shoes with little grace, and stood, holding out his hand. Lark looked up at him, fear written all over his face, and took it.

“Now we run,” said Tao.

They left Faye’s – Dylan was nowhere to be seen – and instead of going down the driveway Tao led them to the road through the trees. At the edge of the street they crouched in the bushes, and Tao craned his neck to look down the road.

“Shit!”

There was already a squad of soldiers, moving up the road in a fan formation, illuminated by the high full moon. They had full tactical gear and assault rifles.

“Okay, listen,” Tao grabbed Lark’s shoulder, “You’re going to run straight across the road and into the woods, and keep going until you reach a path, okay? Follow-”

“No.”

“Yes, follow the path until you find the car, okay?”

“No!” Lark shook his head wildly, “I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” Tao said firmly, drawing his pistol, “When I say go, you go.”

“No,” said Lark, “You should run.”

“What?”

Lark stared at him a moment, breathing hard; then he moved faster than Tao would have ever expected. He grabbed the barrel of the gun, yanked it out of Tao’s hand, and started running straight towards the soldiers.

“Lark!” Tao screamed, starting after him. Lark threw the gun as hard as he could into the woods to the north. The soldiers spotted him and lifted their weapons.

“Don’t shoot!” Lark shouted, “It’s me, don’t shoot!”

The soldier on point lowered his gun, and the others followed suit. Lark reached him and flung his arms around the soldier, nearly tackling him.

“I’m here, we can go home now, please don’t hurt anyone!”

But Tao was fast approaching, and the soldiers went back on alert, training their weapons on him. Tao slowed to a jog, then a halt, his survival instincts overriding his need to stop Lark.

It was too late, he realized.

Lark looked over his shoulder at Tao, eyes wide.

“Please don’t shoot him!” he begged the soldiers, “Please – Tao, run!” His voice was a desperate shriek.

Tao could’ve run – but for as little time as he had known Lark, something prevented him from leaving the boy behind. He stood rooted to the spot, his mind a blank.

The soldier Lark was clinging to was tapping his earpiece and saying something Tao couldn’t make out from where he was. Then he pushed Lark off and behind him, and aimed his gun at Tao.

“On your knees!” he shouted, “You’re coming with us!”

Tao wanted to sob with frustration at the situation. They could have made it, if Lark had just listened to him. He slowly raised his hands and sank to his knees. He locked eyes with Lark. The boy looked petrified. Tao couldn’t be angry with him – not now.

A black SUV crested into view behind the line of soldiers. It slowed to a halt, as two of the soldiers advanced on Tao.

A man got out of the backseat. A tall, old man, who stood ramrod straight and wore a long coat and an officer’s cap, despite the heat of the summer night. He radiated power.

The Commander.

Lark tore his eyes away from Tao to look behind him at the sound of the car door closing, and he let out a small cry. He sprinted over to the Commander and abruptly dropped out of view. Tao craned his neck, and his stomach flipped with revulsion when he saw Lark had prostrated himself at the Commander’s feet, and appeared to be licking his boots.

“Lark!” he shouted, jumping to his feet, but the soldiers were on him now and they seized his arms. Tao struggled wildly, stomping on their boots, but they were unfazed. They twisted his arms behind him and efficiently zip-tied his wrists together. Tao didn’t take his eyes off the Commander as they manhandled him – and the Commander looked back. Tao felt ice run down his spine when those cold blue eyes found him. Simply being looked at by the Commander felt like a curse.

A van pulled up behind the SUV, and the soldiers started dragging Tao towards it – towards Lark and the Commander. Tao watched, growing ever closer, as the Commander snapped his fingers and Lark jumped to his feet. Tao was hauled in a wide berth around the reuniting master and pet, and as he passed the Commander fisted a hand in Lark’s long hair and leaned down to kiss him, as if to spite Tao specifically.

Tao let out a wordless shout of rage and redoubled his efforts to escape the soldiers' hold, to no avail. Still trapped in the kiss, Lark’s eyes rolled to look at him.

He looked scared. Desperate – but only for a moment before he closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, sensually running his hand up the Commander’s chest.

Tao felt his legs go weak.

You’re not going back.

Everything’s going to be okay.

I promise.

It was all turning to lies, right in front of him. He’d failed. Tao went nearly limp, allowing the soldiers to frog-march him to the back of the van.

God only knew what would happen now.

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[rotting-inkblot]

i dont WANNA have to look up daterape drugs, or even drugs that are dissolvable in alcohol............................. but stalker!barry slipping a lil somethinsomethin in rafe's drink to make him more pliable and reliant on him

[civilight-eterna]

Hope you've had a good weekend!! I love your works!!

It's my life's mission to spread the good word of Muelheyak and the possibilities of their enemies to enemies (sexual) dynamic. Would you be willing to cook up some messy elf getting dicked down with extra constrictor tail coiling?

thank you so much for saying so!! and thanks for this delicious request. okay FAIR WARNING it gets a little fucked-up and cruel but god DAMN is Ho'olheyak a blast to write.

cw: choking, asphyxiation, noncon/dubcon, bodily abuse (internal, external), tailsex

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"Asphyxiation is a dreadful way to go."

Ho'olheyak is talking about it the way someone notices the turn of the weather outside: as though she's seated in a quaint little cafe and a gray rain has begun to pitter-patter against the warm glow of the window.

In no way does her tone belie the reality of what she's doing.

Muelsyse is completely bound in her tail, draped backwards over her ample lap. Her head is suspended upside-down, hair trailing and puddling against the floor, the end of Ho'olheyak's tail invading her mouth and worming against the back of her throat as the rest of it wraps around, leaves her more and more light-headed with each sinuous flex around her neck, her chest, her waist.

"But my, your body can take quite a bit, can't it? My lovely little elf."

Muelsyse groans from around her tail, struggling to keep her mouth open, hands helplessly pinned behind her back and against her captor's lap.

"...There you go. You already know what'll happen if you try to bite again. Good girl. Just like that. Open your throat for me."

Ho'olheyak's nails dance across the midline of her body, dipping between the gaps left exposed by her constrictive tail, admiring their way down between her legs. Muelsyse gags, hard and dry, around her tail, but her chest has nowhere to go from beneath it. She's just losing air.

She whimpers, tries to put herself into enough of a state of mind to push past the revulsion, to just focus on the abstract pleasure of being suffocated. If she tries to think of anything else, she's lost. She just has to live. She doesn't know what's in her captor's head-though as her fingers stroke deep between her legs she finds her prior suspicions confirmed-but the luxury to think beyond behaving in a way that pleases Ho'olheyak is long since passed.

She has to satisfy her. Her tongue laves obediently, and her legs squirm slightly apart to demonstrate her compliance.

Her reward is a wicked, sin-sweet laugh as one, two, three fingers plunge inside, too easily to hide what effect she's having on her body.

"...My, I didn't expect you for the type." She articulates her comments with deepening pumps of her fingers. "And just look at your pretty little neck now-" She coos, knowing full well Muelsyse can't see, even as part of her tail loosens from around it as the tip continues to swab it deeper, "-Your throat pushes forward whenever I push a little, like this-"

Tears spring to her eyes as Ho'olheyak demonstrates her complete dominion of her.

"-Like a cute little frog. Ribbit, ribbit. Hehe."

It hurts. It's absolute insanity. It's humiliating. It's-

-over.

All at once, Ho'olheyak slides her tail slowly out of Muelsyse's mouth, letting every inch of it drag from between her lips, letting all the saliva ooze down off of it and out of her mouth while she's still upside-down. It drips down her cheeks, threatens to spill into her nose, but the relief at being able to breathe again supercedes all else. All she can think to do as her tail uncoils from around her is to breathe, breathe, breathe. She's coughing and gasping miserably, her eyes dim and half-mast for want of air, light-headed from being inverted so long.

She's completely distracted with the prospect of simply living that it's already too late when she notices the wet tip of her tail teasing her clit, easing between her soaked lower lips.

"Uuuaaah-" Muelsyse wails as it plunges, wiggles inside, thrusting back and forth with unbelievable dexterity, rolling waves of pleasure along inside of her in a calculated rhythm. Ho'olheyak's hand presses against her stomach drags down low, petting her, and she can feel the shape of her tail bulging up against her fingertips through her body.

"So messy. Listen to that sound." Ho'olheyak teases her, letting each wet slap of every pump echo loudly. "You know...? I can give you something a little extra special. You've been so good for me."

Her tail starts fluttering around, as though looking for something. Muelsyse is already overstimulated, but the moment that the tip of her tail finds what it's looking for, she feels a sharp pain deep, deep inside, and can't help but cry out indistinctly.

"-Right here." Ho'olheyak spreads her free hand over Muelsyse's chest, caressing her pounding heart through her clothing the way a predator prefaces a mortal wound. "Your heart's beating so fast. Because down here-" The hand on her stomach drifts downward again, anchoring her-

"-I'm going to lay my claim to this tight little womb of yours."

The sharp pain from before stretches, intensifies, and Muelsyse sees white as the tail tip breaches the tiny space, flutters itself inside.

It's heaven. It's agony.

And it goes on, and on, and on-Ho'olheyak's tail continues to roll through her cunt, forward and back, even as the tip stays carefully lodged in that space, makes sure everything hurts.

She knows it's what she wants. She knows she won't stop until she's satisfied.

So she opens her mouth and sobs, without trying to hold it back. She doesn't ignore what's happening-rather, it's become a discipline of the lack thereof. She lets the pleasure crest high inside her like a wave-

-and comes, crashing down.

[copics-and-renegades]

Whumptober 2024 Day 13: Multiple Whumpees

Mithos thinks they're the sweetest thing~ <3

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I never know anymore what to comment on my work.

[kenobster]

I can see that the whole stewjoni dualsex thing might be problematic... at times... maybe... But counterpoint: a) knock him up and b) uh, um, Triple Penetration In Three Holes

Look lmao, I'm not here to say what's problematic or unproblematic (unless you hate Anakin, of course... in which case, please consult my very serious Ted Talk on the subject).

Anyway, I said what I said in that answer, not because I think ppl who write Stewjoni biology should stop (I'm not a party pooper nor an anti, so please carry on ^_^), but rather because I was furious over a blatant hypocrisy on someone else's post lmao.

But on a personal level re your counterpoints.... and how do I say this gently...... Oh! Right:

YKINMKATO

Lmao, there we go.

In case anyone would like to drizzle some Fine Kenobster Tastebuds over their Fic Perusing Repertoires, they're absolutely welcome to consider my below counter-counterpoints.

(Note: I am incapable of getting horny over consensual smut, so we're assuming these are noncon/dubcon adjacent, but in full honesty, I'm sure you could wiggle these into any smut fantasy of your choosing.)

counter-counterpoint #1: i've read fic that made fortuna's thumb more erotic than any number of simultaneous penetrations.

counter-counterpoint #2: if u wanna get a biological boy knocked up, see below for instructions:

Step 1: Detach the bowels from the blorbo's anus and connect them to an external poop bag instead;

Step 2: Insert a uterus (along with a pre-fertilized egg attached to its lining) into the blorbo's abdomen;

Step 3: Connect the anus to the cervix (please note that no other modification to the anus is necessary);

Step 4: Ejaculate into blorbo's anus repeatedly (please note that, as the egg is already fertilized, this step may be completed as a fun little treat or skipped at your leisure);

Step 5: Pump blorbo full of pregnancy hormones while you wait for the fetus to grow to term;

Step 6: When your blorbo begins to go into labor, watch with mirth as his body fails to eject the baby through such an inelastic hole. Feel free to laugh yourself giddy as his ass-muscles get all torn up and scarred.

Step 7: Unless your goal is for your blorbo and its fetus to die, eventually show him some mercy and conduct a C-Section.

In other words, don't be a pussy about giving the blorbo a pussy.

counter-counterpoint #3: may I direct your attention to the many cunt-having blorbos out there? For example, Padmé has some very Obi-Wan-esque qualities, and she comes with a canonical interest in pregnancy and ready-to-lactate boobs! "But Padmé's not a Jedi," you whine. Bitch, please. If you're giving Obi-wan a cunt, then I think you can make Padmé a Jedi, yeah? -pats your head- Live your dream. Be free. <3

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Anyway, if you were hoping for some serious thoughts in response to your ask, then (1) I apologize lmao, I have chronic inability-to-be-serious blogger syndrome; and (2) please copy paste your ask and resubmit it here instead. ^_^ If you do that, I promise that you will get a very comprehensive post that describes my exact opinions on the subject, no joke. Give it a whirl.

[whumperful]

Bringing this back for Valentine's Day!

Creepy/intimate whumper things

Using their belt to strangle whumpee

Digging their fingers into bruises

Gentle kisses that turn into bites

Telling Whumpee that they belong to them

Caressing Whumpee while they're tied up and blindfolded

Putting their fingers into Whumpee's mouth, knowing they're too afraid to bite

Placing a knife or gun in Whumpee's mouth

Slowly undressing Whumpee or making Whumpee undress themselves in front of Whumper

Telling Whumpee how good they look when they're bruised and bleeding

Kissing Whumpee's wounds

Licking the blood off from Whumpee's skin

Whispering Whumpee's dirty secrets into their ear while hurting them

Making Whumpee choose between being tortured and letting Whumper touch them

Whumper manipulating/killing anyone close to Whumpee to isolate them

[suuguchan]

who's afraid of the ✰big bad wolf✰?

a/n: because someone asked to turn this into a drabble, and daddy kori always delivers. also it gives me an excuse to write about wolf!guru hehe. also cuz i know someone's gonna ask, the source of the pic is Muttsuri Akazukin-kun kara wa Nigerarenai (careful cuz it's noncon n the guy is crazay)

cw: hybrid/wolf!sugu. female anatomy and she/her pronouns for reader (and her puss). fingering. not beta'd. sugu's mean. knotting. p in v. breeding kink.

“'s jus' my fingers baby, don' run f'rm me,” suguru slurred so badly, his tongue almost as heavy as his mushroomy tip; painting a looong brush stroke dipped in precum, from your thigh to your plushy mound again. kneading it like dunes with one meaty palm while long, mean fingers had a field day with your pussy.

rubbing, stroking, circling, playing, entering; never had you seen your hybrid boyfriend such a mess. eyes glossy, lips glossy, tip glossy, skin glossy. and all because of you. you you you you.

the messy sheets glistened and stuck to your skin, too; view worthy of a greek erotic tale. clinging wetly to the divots in your back and specially, to the mess that became the underside of your hips, after suguru made you cum and squirt and cum and squirt, over and over until your brain was in reactor meltdown.

“a-ahhh, please! please, mmm! sugu, i n-need it!”

“so slutty”. his giggle sounded absolutely drunk, pointy tip of his nose looking red and his pupils so dilated when they focused into yours, didn't help with the way he came across.

though, he was drunk. on the sweet sweet scent of your pussy, permeating the room with your hormones, with no mercy for him, for the way they tickled in ways that made your boyfriend tremor from the bottom of his spine to the squares of his wide shoulders.

his knot was fat, and hurt. it grew with every heartbeat and solidified almost to the size of a fist. his cock, juicy and veiny and a shade or two darker than his skin, looked red and angry that alll his milky precum was wasted; didn't get to slick up the tight passageway to your empty womb. an insult, really.

“mmm mwah, mwah,” he kissed her, his sweet girl, wearing sticky tendrils of your slick on his face like a trophy that suguru didn't dare to wipe off his chin. “allll mine. all m'ne, this pr'tty pussy. m' babymaker~”

“weirdo,” you sobbed, eyes like slits barely letting any light through the fat tears he coaxed out of you.

but you couldn't blame a man for being starved for something so delicious, right? couldn't dangle meat in front of a hungry wolf and expect it not to want to hunt.

and she, his mate, the juicy and plump feast between your legs, was the meal his bloated appetite was roaring for.

his cock throbbed, one, two, three times.

“i know, i know baby,” suguru panted. pointy leaky tip kissed and kissed and kissed your clit so much, aided by both his thumbs that pulled your shy hood back, and strangled his head against the roof of his one and only home. his black fluffy ears twitched when you only sobbed harder, “i know y'miss me, sweetie, don' cry, don' cry... 's gonna be mine soon right, aaaall of thiss...”

suguru was teasing you or himself, he didn't know; caressing you with his tip from your puckered back hole, up and up and up, until his length throbbed hot and raging over your tummy. mouthwatering, and scary; like the look in his eyes, like he wished he could open a window in your belly only to see from the inside how deep he got.

fuck.

his voice dropped huskily as he said, “take my cock, baby”.

and you did, and you screamed, because he left you no choice. the pressure on your cunny from his single thrust ricocheted in your ribs and left no space for air anymore, fingers digging digging digging in your thighs and his hips mashing mashing mashing into yours.

“fuck!” suguru panted, ears twitching for a moment before they went flat against his head in concentration. ever so collected, ever so gentlemanly, and now your mate's eyes rolled and teared up and he looked possessed. the bulge he made with every thrust up and down, up and down your belly was in its own way, hypnotizing, dancing to the primal drumming of skin on skin.

grinning down at you, or maybe at her, thumb gliding in your folds and fishing out your clit and pressing down. down until your brain finally snaped into place and you cried out, “f-fuck! sugu! s-sugu please s-slow down!”

“mmm b-but i can't!” his voice broke into drunken giggles. “she's so tiiight. ruining the fuckin' bed, sweetheart, yer so m-messy~”

there is no man as confusing as suguru geto. he, who could be so sweet and gentle: holding your hand to help you cross puddles of water; and staying the whole night up, to watch over you, whenever you're sick.

... now grabbed handfuls of your flesh, reassembling you like a doll over the bed just how he liked. until the pillow choked your keens and sobs.

you might think he did it only to torture you. with the slam slam slam thrusts targeted with pin-point accuracy all those sweet spots that were sure to make you cry. drooling on your cervix with every. single. one, getting his knot wetter and wetter with your juices for the nice finale, opening you up bit by bit by bit to the biiiig final stretch.

but, truth is, like this, you'd also not see the state he was in.

his face contorting, frowning, with drool and pussy juice and sweat pouring down his chiseled face. his shivering shaggy tail straight and glued behind him, his long, slick black tresses sticking to his forehead and shoulders and back.

your suguru was never a human man, but at the moment, he was closer to a beast.

“op'n up, f'me, all f'me”. under his breath, his words slurred, stopping just a breath to spit on the already overflowing fountain between your legs to slick it up even further. his hips went quick quick quick, thrusts short and needy molding you for him, he fucked deep like he could already savor your pussy around his knot and- fuck.

“c-can'-! c'n' take 'nymore! suguuuu!”

“you cannn, yes y'can, baby, you can”. suguru's weight drowned you further down in the sticky mess of the bed, palm not measuring his strength as he pushed down between your shoulder blades. he groaned audibly at the deeper angle, slowing down to match the heavy. mean. bounce of his hips off of your pussy.

it zapped so cute, the pleasure through your body. he could see it, you know? when your pussy opened up for him soooo easy, and your ass rippled. and the pleasure went up up up your spine, and your head bounced back, finally catching up with his hips just as the thrusted again.

“yer close, mm? right baby?” pants rebounded every thrust. a thrust, and a moan; a thrust, and a groan, a thrust, and a whimper. your mixed juices driiipped down his knot and the wet feeling made his veins throb, tail wagging like a puppy in excitement.

so close, so close, ready to breed you.

“y-yes! yes, so close!”

“cute slut can't even speak, mm? h-have to- hng, r-repeat what i s-say like a-a- fuck, fuck fuck”.

angry at himself, for losing his mind somewhere inside your body, suguru's hips picked up rhythm again and took it out on you. plap plap plap plap plap, fast fast and deep deep looking for the place in your spongy walls that always got you brainless.

“g-gimmeeee!” you squealed, body feeling your orgasm before you registered it, thighs trembling, thundering under the assault. “g-gimme y'r b-babies, mmmm!”

sharp jaw fell slack, suguru's hips turned into a blur because surely, surely if he was fast enough your pussy would just open up to him, your sweet womb would take it all and finally your walls would give in, and just let him stab his way-

“fuck fuck fuck!” he choked on the mantra because his pride won't let him whimper, and still suguru's eyes fluttered and shifted because they filled up with tears. the pressure, the snug tight killer hug around his knot was maddening, making him throb and shoot endless ribbons straight into his sweet girl's fertile mouth.

as long as he could, he kept thrusting, with whatever sliver of cock your body didn't swallow; the grip more and more and more asphyxiating, blissful, painful, until he couldn't anymore. not because he didn't want to, but because it was too hard to thrust.

and still, he kept cumming. balls visibly throbbing as they emptied spurt after spurt after spurt of thick baby batter.

the room finally settled down, everything clicking into place, oxygen heavy in your gaping mouth, filling your lungs so much your brain high and confused. but that's what suguru was for: to care for you. to collapse over you, still careful not to squish you, nuzzling into your shoulder with the shaky sigh of a nostalgic lover.

grinding deeper, deeper against your plushy globes as if somehow, he could be any further down your body.

“g-greedy pussy won' lemme go- heh, mmmph!” canines bit into your shoulder softly, marking you with their shape.

your exhausted, slack and pliant state couldn't be any more cute, he thought. his heart felt full, full of love, sides burning softly with it like sunrays on his skin, and he hoped his fingers gave you some of that as they found their way to the soft curve of your waist.

your bulging belly, which he now rubbed with a worshipping hand, was his biggest pride. “when it goes down, hm? les' do it 'gain... gotta m-make sure it takes, hehe”.

thanks for reading. ⋆ reblogs and comments appreciated.

[soapcloth]

CW: 18+ MDNI, soapgaz x reader, clubbing, implied noncon/dubcon - unedited - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

So, on your much anticipated vacation to Berlin, you got peer-pressured into clubbing? You can handle that. Your friend practically vanishing into the pulsing crowd with a kiss blown in your direction and an arm hooked around their waist, however…

Despite the alarms firing off in your mind, what else could you do but try to enjoy the night you paid for?

This train of thought is how you find yourself coated in sweat and grinding rhythmically against a big, stocky scot with an award-winning smile and a set of thick, wandering hands. The music is too loud to hear much of anything he says whenever he ducks towards your ear- which is often- but somehow you find out that his name is Johnny. 

His eyes are a bit wild- starting to make you a bit squeamish honestly, and just as you’re starting to look for a way out, there's a tap on your shoulder. 

You must’ve lived a previous life as a saint to deserve the face you’re met with when your head turns towards the touch, earning a whine from Johnny.

“This guy making you uncomfortable, love?” The stranger calls out with a blinding grin as his head bobs lightly in time with the DJ’s set.

You nod and attempt to pry yourself away from Johnny, only to be caged against him. 

“He does that,” the man laughs into your ear from behind, hips pressed into you and rocking as his hands finds your hips, right overtop Johnny’s. his thumbs slip under Johnny's palms with a fond familiarity and squeeze gently. ”-you’ll get used to it. Name’s Kyle, love.”