#it is clawing at my brain desperately trying to escape

[mercuriallily]

Girl help I just remembered one of my WIPs and realised I probably need to retcon the entire thing

[thrasherella]

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

...

He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

[monstersholygrail]

In The Darkness

Shadow demon x fem!reader— sensory deprivation, multiple orgasms, bondage (cuffs), groping, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v sex, finger sucking, aftercare

Your shadow demon bf had opened your eyes and welcomed you into a whole new world of pleasure that was just waiting to you both to explore. And you have. You’ve done things you never thought you’d enjoy due to the love and trust you have in your bf. In return you’ve gained so many new experiences that you’d never want to take back.

At this point you’ve pretty much stopped asking questions whenever your shadow demon bf proposes that he wants to try something new with you. But this time you think you have to ask some questions.

Because when your shadow demon bf tells you that he wants to fuck you in complete darkness, you’re insanely confused. Sure, you two have never done that before. Always having on at least a candle so that you can see each other as your bf fucks your brains out. But this is far from the craziest thing you two have ever done and it’s left you having no clue what’s going on.

Still, you trust your bf. You follow his exact instructions and you relish in the submission of it. Of letting go of all thought and action, your bf’s voice being your only guiding light. Especially as the darkness surrounds you and it’s the only true thing you can grasp onto.

Tingles shoot up your spine. A smirk begins to play on your lips as you realize the possible appeal. A eery chuckle shifts through the darkness and you jump as a moment later two clawed hands firmly grip onto the waist of your bare form. The prickly tips of sharpened claws caress up and down the curve of your stomach, leaving sparks in their wake.

“What a vision you are in the darkness, my heart. Now do you see mine?” Your bf’s haunting yet alluring voice whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise along your skin and your smile widens, getting a sense of his intentions with this newest request.

His touch as gentle as the wind, coursing through the pathway of your body till he reaches your breasts and the caress turns firm and purposeful. Groping you and pulling you tightly into his large chest. Your grasp rings out through the dark silent space. It’s echos vibrating and increasing the tension between you.

Leaning back into the comfort of his embrace, you moan. Nothing else to turn to, to focus on, besides his touch. Bringing the sensations to a new height till you’re writhing against him before he’s even done anything to you.

“Near total sensory deprivation, the only real thing being my voice. All of your senses now completely at my mercy,” Shadow demon bf rasps darkly, finally giving you some of his reasoning behind all this.

You have to admit that the idea of it is arousing and your body agrees as your pussy floods with your essence. Always so nice and wet for him, you can’t help it. Everything he says has your nerves standing on edge and your cunt fluttering and begging to be filled.

Careful claws tease and tweak at your nipples, whimpers escaping you as you tremble in his secure hold. You cry out, rubbing your thighs together to gain any semblance of friction you can get. Yet it’s not enough, your hole so achingly empty and needing to be stuffed full. Your mind grows foggy and centers in on this one desperate thought.

“Lost in the void and who is the only thing that can ground you?” Shadow demon bf whispers into your ear again, his forked tongue slithering out and licking along the smooth curve of your ear.

The sensation is quick, tantalizing, and gone far too soon. You whimper, leaning back into him. Your body, floating as if on cloud nine, seeking out that skilled tongue of his. Knowing with every fiber in what’s left of your present being that you’ll get it. So long as you’re good for him.

“You are,” you croak out, voice weak and wanting.

A low rumbles moves through your bf’s chest in agreement, clearly pleased with your willing and eager response. The loss of his touch on your breasts, on your hard nipples, is a hit your floating mind can barely handle. A loud whine escaping you until his cool touch returns, moving along your curves. The further down he goes the less you can breathe, simply waiting.

“That’s right, my starlight,” he says as his deft fingers dip into your folds, spreading them and spearing themselves along your slit. Your breath knocks out of you, exhaling heavily as he ignites the nerves of your pussy lips. They clench and contort around him, mindlessly guiding the digits to delve inside your hole.

Shadow demon bf chuckles at the feeling, causing your cheeks to tinge with red. Thankful that even if he can feel you, he won’t be able to see you in your lewdness. Another thing the darkness around you provides. Another thing you’re looking forward to. Your bfs voice and the slow glide of his fingers snaps you out of your thoughts.

“You overwhelm me, sweet one. You are all I feel and all that grounds me to this plane. I believe it’s time I repay the favor.”

Shadow demon bf’s fingers don’t leave you as his other hand guides you to bend down at the waist. Your own arms reach out, carelessly searching through the darkness until you find it. Fingers curl around the metal cuffs suspended in front of you. The click of each lock as they enclose around your wrists has your back arching, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

“Look at you, so good and ready for me,” Shadow demon bf mumbles, drawing lazy circle against your clit as he kneels down on the ground behind you. You whimper and push back, though his free hand is quick to grab at your plush thigh. Keeping you in place.

His keen eyes reflect in the darkness, giving him access to view everything in front of him. Yet you remain completely clueless. Just how he wants you. Your legs spread further as his fingers slide back down your slit, giving him the sight of your beautiful dripping pussy. Your essence dribbling down your thighs and making such a mess. A mess he’s more than ready to clean up.

In an instant that tongue you’ve been waiting for is back and it’s back with a vengeance. Your body jolts, cuffs clanging and ringing in your ears, surprised by the sudden slick texture of his forked tongued sliding along your thigh and pushing through your folds. Not having expected more than his touch at the moment. The darkness riding you of knowing what’ll happen next.

Though your anticipation doesn’t have time to build as shadow demon bf glides his tongue through your folds, swirling around your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You moan, body rolling into the sensations but not knowing where exactly to move. Leaving you to squirm in search of your bf.

Shadow demon bf grins viciously and you can feel it against your cunt, knowing his enjoying this. Loving how you struggle and silently beg for more of him. His hands shift to your hips, both keeping you in place and letting you know where he’ll be.

All you get in warning is a growl before your bf begins ravaging your pussy, sloppily lapping up your cunt. His hands spread your ass cheeks, widening the entrance for his tongue to slide deep inside your weeping pussy. Pressure weighs down in your belly as your pleasure builds, rising onto your toes and giving him better access.

He grunts his thanks and repeats his rhythm with precise precision and never ending stamina. He doesn’t stop fucking his tongue into your cunt until you explode around it. Your walls clenching around his tongue, your essence gushing onto his tastebuds. Shadow demon bf growls and unhinges his jaw, taking in every last damn drop and working you through it.

Both of you are breathing heavily as your orgasm begins to fade and your bf leans back. You still can’t see, hear, or feel anything beside the cold metal around your wrists. The only noise your breaths. Aside from that the silence stretches on and it has the hair on the back of your neck standing up straight.

“Ready for more?” Your bfs voice suddenly growls in your ear and you shout. Body jerking back and you immediately bump into his broad frame and right into his huge girth. His erection nestling against your ass.

Your eyes scatter and search the surroundings over the shoulder you hear him from but you can’t see anything. Only darkness. Before you can respond your bf crashes his lips against yours and you let out another muffled shout. But you respond without a beat of hesitation, opening your mouth and welcoming his tongue back inside your body. Both of you moaning into it as your cum tickles your own tastebuds.

Shadow demon bf’s cock slowly starts grinding into you, neither of you breaking your kiss. You stay perfectly still for him, keeping yourself wide open and needy for his length. Still not getting your fill of wanting to be split in two.

With your body all prepped for him, your bf guides his dick through your folds. Whimpers leaving you as his tip bumps into your sensitive clit. Your bf nips at your tongue affectionately before you feel his big mushroom tip, leaking heavily with pre-cum, push at your entrance.

With a simply push forward, your bf breaks past your entrance, sinking down into your eager sopping cunt. Your jaw drops, a loud moan lights the room up with noise as his cock stretches your walls for all their worth. Forcing its way in and demanding you submit to its sheer girth and the pleasure it’ll bring. You relax as much as you can, practically sucking him inside of you.

Shadow demon bf growls, your walls nearly suffocating him you’re so fucking tight. When he bottoms out his tip nudges at your cervix. The pain sharp and aching but so delicious. You close your eyes, basking in it all. You feel so full and so complete with him inside you.

Your breaths mingle and mix in the space between your mouths. Eyes open you continue trying to search for your bf in the dark, even knowing it’s useless. Wanting to see how much of a mess you make him and even maybe wanting him to see just how thoroughly he destroys you.

By the way he draws you, making you feel every thick and bulging vein along his cock against your walls before roughly snapping his hips back inside you, you almost swear he can see you. That he knows how much of a mess you truly make him. But that’s impossible right?

All worries and thoughts leave you in the blink of an eye as Shadow Demon bf starts up his demolishing pace. Claws carefully sinking into you to keep you steady. A loud roar rumbles through the room and you jump in your bones, which only serves to push your body back into his intense thrusts.

Your bf grunts, clearly approving and you cry out as he starts moving your body back into his cock, having you meet the rough rolls of his hips. Your body tenses, cunt clenching down around him and having you feel even more full.

Tossing your head back, your teeth clench, pleasure crashing through you in waves you can’t even think to stop as there’s nothing else for you to ground yourself with. Your lost in the sea of pleasure, tingling sensations of arousal pulsing within your body and spreading out over and over again.

Your bf watches your body twist and contort in order to take his giant cock and everything it’s making you feel. A twisted satisfaction burns through him at how much of a beautiful mess you look. The sight has him picking up his pace, slamming his length inside you, molding your perfect pussy to his shape. Making his home here and showing you he’ll never leave.

Moans and cries of pleasure are no longer enough as you release a fierce scream. You can faintly hear your bfs low groan, his voice feeling so far away. Lost in the abyss your hands try and reach for something— anything. But the clang of the cuffs is all that rings true. Sparking an idea in your mind you try and reach forward, hoping you can ground yourself by placing the chain of the cuffs in your mouth.

But just as you reach it, Shadow demon bf pulls you back and burys his cock back inside your crying and begging cunt. Emotion wells up inside your chest and you sob, tears coming to your eyes. Your body moves back into your bfs chest and his voice comes back down to your ear.

“Sh, sh, sh, my love. It’s alright, you’re alright,” he whispers soothingly, hand coming up to stuff a few of his large fingers into your mouth. You whimper, sucking eagerly, letting the sturdy size of his digits ground you back down to earth and help calm you down.

His other hand soothingly caresses your stomach as he continues to fuck into you, his pace not slowing down for a second. Making sure to take care of all your needs at once. Small whimpers continue to leave you, feeling better as his presence surrounds you and stays in your mouth and pussy. You move back into his thrusts again, all on your own.

Tendrils of darkness creep up from the deep and curl around your body. Having been used to them they only provide further comfort to you. One long tentacle wraps up and strokes at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. With a firm press of his hand on your stomach and a few more snaps of his hips, you scream once more, this time around his fingers as your orgasm bursts through you.

Your cum paints Shadow demon bf’s cock, your walls spasming and clenching down on his length. Sparks shoot up his spine and his teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows right after you into climax, his heavy load splashing deeply against your womb and filling your pussy even more than you thought was possible. His hips still rocking into you until you both sag into each other.

Shadow demon bf slides out of you gently but you still hiss at the slight sting. As your combined release spills out of you, you shiver and clench down to keep it inside of you. Your bf lights the room with a snap of his fingers and you breathe a sigh of relief as your senses come back to you. As gently as always, he unlocks you from the cuffs. Massaging your wrists and kissing them adoringly.

He guides you to bed, whispering praises, recounting every moment of what just happened through his eyes. Letting you know how good you did, how perfect you were for him, how absolutely gorgeous you looked then and now, and asking how you feel to make sure you’re alright.

Pouring endless praise and love onto you as he cleans up the mess between your thighs before he sweeps you up into his arms the moment you two get into bed. Pressing soft kisses all of your face and sore body. It’s only as you finally relax do you register all his words.

“Could you see me in the dark?” You ask incredulously, voice slightly raspy as you connect the dots. Your bf chuckles and you squeeze your eyes shut, dreading his response and forcing your own laughter down.

“‘Course I could, sweetheart. I’m a shadow demon,” he responds with amusement but your loud groan quickly overshadows his laughter. Red blooming across your chest and up your neck till it spreads all across your face. Your bf merely laughs louder, his hands caressing your back. Wanting to comfort you some before the inevitable teasing begins.

[thewitchblue]

Warning: Babytrapping? Sort of but kind of consensual afterwards?

Jason Todd never thought he'd have a breeding kink: until meeting his situationship. He never even considered it. He was adopted, and blood never mattered to him. After all, his blood relatives threw him on the streets of Gotham without caring if he lived or died. Pregnancy scared his normal brain, but his dick thinks otherwise.

"Fuck, baby."

Jason cursed, his moans filling the previously silent room. He choked out a moan as you wiggled your hips to meet his. Your moans mixed with his the faster he pounds into you.

"So tight, so perfect...Fuck, I want to cum in you."

You whimper under him, rolling your hips to meet his every thrust. The familiar haze of an approaching orgasm was settling in your brain. His nimble fingers rub tight circles around your clit while his mouth closes around one of your breasts, sucking and lightly nibbling.

A loud whine escapes you as you cum around his dick. His grip on your hips only tighten as he fucks you through your first orgasm of the night. You can tell you're in for a very long night by the tension in his body. He needs to fuck all the tension out, and you're more than willing.

"We-we aren't r-ready fo-for a baby."

You try to remind him, suddenly aware of the unopened condom packet on your nightstand. Was he serious?

"Jason Peter Todd, you better not cum inside me!"

He doesn't designate a response. He latches his mouth to your neck with a loud groan. You realise now that he plans to breed you.

You quirk a confused eyebrow up at the gorgeous man pounding into you like no tomorrow. You two weren't even dating officially. It started as a one-night stand after a gala neither of them wanted to be at that developed into a situationship very quickly. Neither of you came into the situation wanting anything serious. Why does he suddenly want to make you pregnant?

"You'll look so gorgeous pregnant with my child."

His dick seemed to harden the more he talks about impregnating you and building a future with you. A flustered whimper escapes your lips as your back arches to meet his chest. The pleasure was quickly becoming too much.

"Jason!"

You scream his name while clawing at his back like a feral cat. He moans into your neck.

"I'm going to put a child in you. I'm going to breed you every. day. Until it happens."

His thrusts punctuate his words. A loud moan escapes your lips as your second orgasm was rapidly coiling in you.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet. You love the idea of carrying my child, don't you?"

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, a stark contrast between his rough thrust and his loving kisses. You feel yourself blush a deep red while avoiding eye contact. It's true. You were warming up to the idea of getting impregnated by Jason. After all, getting pregnant is the ultimate claim. Maybe it's the haze of post-orgasm, but the idea is getting more and more tempting.

"Fuck, please!"

You whine in his ear. He lazily sucks hickeys on your skin, not once stopping his powerful thrusts. His hands pin your hips down to make escape impossible, even if you did want to escape being filled with his cum.

"Please what, darling? Use your words."

He purrs in your ear. Your blush deepens as you whimper shyly,

"Please cum in me."

His responding growl was nothing short of animalistic. We both moan each other's name as you cum in sync. He buries his dick as deep as he can before letting his cum shoot out of him. You both pant as you stare at each other. He murmurs while rubbing your abdomen,

"I'm sorry. The image of you pregnant made me desperate to make it a reality."

You softly whisper,

"It's okay. It was kind of hot. You didn't care what I wanted, only wanting to claim me as yours."

Jason's smirk was nothing short of wicked as he presses his hardening dick against your core again.

"Oh, yeah? You like the idea of being filled with my cum and my baby?"

You give an approving hum before kissing him roughly. He wastes no time as he sinks his dick back inside you while rubbing the cum that dripped out of on your clit. His cum returning inside you as he pushes in.

"So beautiful. I can't wait to impregnate you and claim you as mine."

You arch your back while digging your nails deeper into his shoulders and hooking your legs around his waist to push him deeper.

"You'd be so full, darling. I'll fuck you every day until you're pregnant."

His voice was a midnight caress and only for you in the moment. Only he can make impregnation sound this sexy. The idea of getting pregnant used to horrify you, but Jason made it sound like he's made the decision for both of you before even getting inside you.

You squeak as you feel his callused hands on your waist to thrust deeper into you. The rest of the sex was a blur of tongue, teeth, and way too much cum.

By the time he was definitely finished, he kept his dick in you, acting like a plug to keep his cum deep inside.

You give an exhausted chuckle and kiss his sweaty forehead. He gives a happy hum while rubbing your abdomen.

"Did I tell you I'm ovulating?"

You murmur to him as you run my fingers through his hair. He was lying on top of you with his face buried in your neck which is his favourite position. He always falls asleep like this after sex, but this time was different. He found himself wanting to stay awake. He's been more and more affectionate the longer both of you spend time together. His head snaps up from the crook of your neck to meet your eyes.

"I'm...actually going to be a father?"

You nod, suddenly extremely self-conscious and panicking about how he'll take the news but you soon begin to laugh as his response was a hardening dick.

"You better be ready to fuck me anytime and anywhere. I'm impossibly horny during ovulation, so I can't even begin to imagine how horny pregnancy will make me."

He stares at your abdomen with so much unfiltered love and adoration that your heart melts.

"Don't worry one bit about getting me to fuck you, doll. You brought out an insatiable breeding kink I had no idea I even had."

The two laugh. You roll on top of him and promptly fall asleep. Maybe pregnancy wouldn't be as scary as it sounds with Jason by your side.

[solxamber]

Donuts and Dark Arts - Trey Clover x Reader

All Trey wanted to do was deliver the bread he was supposed to and be on his merry way. Instead, he stumbles on you... in the middle of a ritual?

Trey was supposed to deliver bread. Bread.

He had not, at any point, expected to walk into the middle of what appeared to be a full-blown satanic ritual, complete with candles, chalk circles, and you—clearly running on fumes and, judging by the empty cans strewn around, roughly ten cans of Monster.

You looked like you hadn’t seen the sweet release of sleep since the invention of the lightbulb.

Trey blinked, basket of bread in hand, as he took in the absolute madness. You were hunched over a pile of textbooks, frantically muttering something that sounded suspiciously like an incantation to summon the demon of passing grades.

And there you were, standing in the middle of it all, holding a half-burnt candle like your life depended on it.

"Uh…" Trey cleared his throat, trying to sound casual despite the fact that the air in the room smelled like a Hot Topic exploded. "Bread delivery?"

You snapped your head up, eyes bloodshot and wide, like a raccoon caught rifling through a garbage can. Your gaze locked on Trey, and for a moment, you just stared. The silence dragged on for an awkward beat as you seemed to process the presence of a very normal, very attractive guy in the middle of your academic breakdown.

Then, as if the caffeine had finally fried whatever remaining brain cells you had, you blurted out, "You’re cute."

Trey blinked again, stunned into silence, the basket of bread halfway between you and the floor. "Uh… thanks?"

"No, like—" You stumbled forward, almost tripping over a pile of papers. "You’re like, really cute. Did I manifest you? Is that what happened? Did I accidentally summon a hot bread guy?”

Trey stood there, torn between concern for your mental health and wondering if this was the weirdest compliment he’d ever received.

You fumbled around, your exhaustion-fueled brain running on auto-pilot, and shoved a crumpled piece of paper at him. "Here. My number. Call me when you’re… free. Or cute. Or whatever. I don’t know. I need to pass this exam before I die."

Trey, holding both the bread and now your number, just stared at you in utter bewilderment. “Uh… okay?”

You nodded sagely, as if this interaction made perfect sense in your caffeine-addled brain. “Perfect. Thanks. You can leave the bread by the summoning circle.”

Trey, thoroughly confused but too polite to question whatever the hell just happened, dropped the bread on the table and backed away like you were about to start chanting in Latin.

"Good luck with… all that," he said, waving awkwardly before bolting out the door like he’d just escaped a cult meeting.

Three days later, when you’d finally clawed your way out of the caffeine crash and actually passed your exam (barely, but still), you woke up to the mortifying realization that you had, in fact, hit on the bread guy.

"Oh my god, I gave the bread guy my number," you groaned, burying your face in your pillow. Why? Why?!

But what was worse? He actually called you back. The phone rang, and as soon as you saw Trey’s name on your screen, you almost threw your phone out the window. After a solid minute of panicking, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Uh… hey, it’s Trey? From Clover Bakery?”

Your soul left your body for a brief moment. “Oh god, Trey, I am so sorry. I was running on, like, no sleep and a few brain cells at best. Please pretend none of that ever happened.”

To your surprise, Trey chuckled. “Honestly? It was kind of… endearing. I mean, I’ve never been hit on in the middle of a ritual sacrifice to pass a class before.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Oh god, yeah, sorry about the whole… salt circle thing. I was desperate.”

“No problem,” Trey said, clearly amused. “You made an impression, if nothing else. So, uh… did the ritual work?”

“I didn’t fail, so I’ll call that a win,” you said, feeling a bit more relaxed now that he wasn’t horrified. “But hey, since I somehow didn’t scare you off, wanna grab coffee? Y’know, a date that doesn’t involve candles and sigils?”

Trey’s voice softened, playful. “I was hoping you’d ask. And yeah, no summoning rituals this time. Just coffee.”

You grinned, the weight of your earlier embarrassment finally lifting. “Deal. I’ll even stay awake this time.”

Trey laughed. “Looking forward to it. But, just so you know, you might be the first person to ever ask me out while calling me a ‘hot bread guy.’”

“Well,” you teased, “I stand by it. You’re a pretty hot bread guy.”

“Glad to know my delivery services are appreciated,” Trey said, his voice warm. “See you soon.”

Hanging up, you flopped back onto your bed with a grin. So, maybe hitting on the bread guy in the middle of a satanic ritual wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

Masterlist

[astracora]

Take Me Back to Eden

Characters: Caleb x gn!mc

Warnings: Gore, Violence, Villain!Caleb, Dubious Consent (Not Explicit, Suggested)

Word Count: 856

Written: 10th January 2025

Notes: The trailer changed me fundamentally... Brain asked me to corrupt my MC, and throw them into Caleb's cage, and here we are. Get back to me in 2-3 business days when I hope my brain has fixed itself. Will I stop seeing Caleb through a corrupting serpent in the garden of Eden lense? No. No I won't. Godspeed to all of you, I'm in HELL.

Now Playing: Take Me Back to Eden, By Sleep Token

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Caleb likes your struggle. He likes watching you pull against chains. Tearing the skin around your wrists. He likes to be the one to ease them, salve over jagged wounds, tongue tasting blood.

He likes when he lets you loose, when you claw and scratch. When the sharp metal of your hand digs into his shoulder. Pulling at where his cybernetics meld to flesh. When you're a cornered animal, desperate and fierce.

You fight, like he knows you will, because he knows you. Better than anyone else can ever hope to. Watched you change and grow. Watched the memories drift in and out of your mind. Watched you wake with no recollection, before he explained. Over and over, if he had to.

He's missed moments, changes, when he has had to hear of you from afar. Waiting to be able to reach out, to pull you back by the tether in your heart. To snap the chains around your wrists. Held tight in his hand. Because who else could you ever go to but him.

Who else can you trust but him?

Who else understands your heart better than him?

It is every moment that you focus on him, not escaping, fighting him, hand around his throat, chains unleashed for a moment that he knows you fixate on him too.

That the only person reflected in your eyes is him, as it should be.

He is your home, and you are his. No matter what colour the walls are painted.

So when you plunge shards of glass into his side, trying to tear into muscle, when you rip at his skin, when you kick and bite and hiss and snarl, he responds in the only way he should.

His cool metal hand squeezing the air out of your pretty neck, his teeth biting into your skin like you're tart and sweet, blood on his tongue and down his throat. A knife in your leg, so you can't pull away from his affections.

He ends where you start, and you start where he ends. He can tighten his hand, snap the column of you, watch you turn limp. The cold of your body, unappetising.

You can taste your own blood in his mouth when he kisses you, hand tightening as you gasp against his mouth. He coils around you, feels your hand dig metal into his own neck, pulling him closer. Dripping red over your own face. So he pulls back, lets it drip against your mouth.

Watches your tongue swipe out, running over teeth. Eyes hazy and dulled. Before he returns to Eden. To the fall of his angel, into the ruins of hell.

—--

He watches you wake. The tired droop of your eyes, the twitch of aching, sore limbs.

Blood congealed and dried against warm skin. He traces his hand down your arms, chained above your head. Down to the neck that bears his mark. Deep purple, mottled bruising of his hand.

The twitch of your limbs turns to an arch and he lines his hand up with his mark to squeeze, watches eyes turn hooded.

You have wounds that need tending to, lest you fall asleep in his bed and never wake up again. He likes you bleeding and on the edge. Cracking bones and sliced open flesh, not cold and empty. A doll with no soul.

He wants you like this, leaning into his touch, biting at his skin, fighting him every step of the way. Forgetting anyone else that came after or before him.

He wants, when he leans over you, releasing you, only to tighten his cold hand over your wrists. Feeling the bones creak, desperate for the fracture, fighting back the need to watch it snap.

He wants, when you arch and the pain makes you call out, broken and worn throat. Familiar and beautiful and twisted as the chain around your skin.

He wants, when you chase, when he sinks teeth into your lips, to kiss you always with the taste of your blood, to leave every last mark in you. Bruising of his hand on your neck, your thighs and your wrists.

He wants you to remember him every moment, when you feel the pain. Constant, because he does not leave for long to let you forget him.

He wants you to grow desperate when he leaves, to remind you that he is what matters, that he is where you belong. A withdrawal you can't tolerate because it is deep under your skin.

That without the taste of him and the feel, you are not you. He knows without you, he is not him.

A ghost in shades of dark corridors and secrets that cannot see the light of day. Of experiments that break the body, and twist the soul. Of men shot through the head, and bodies discarded without a glance. Of tortured and broken fools who stood against the tides.

You make him Caleb, and that is what he will be as long as you are here.

And he will coil as tight around your fragile bones as he needs to, to keep you here.

[starleska]

Rolando x Reader headcanons? You know you want to 😤

oh my god YESSSSSSS i would be delighted!!! 🙈🙈💖💖💖 warning, this one is a teensy bit NSFW, of the 'Rolando would quite like to devour you, mind and body' variety 😉 tws for canon-compliant fearmongering, fearplay, invasive behaviour, mild body horror and and general monsterfucking 👀 (i mean, y'all saw the episode, you know what you're in for-)

Rolando x Human!Reader headcanons 🐟💖

🐟 the people who darken the door of the One Star Wonder are always at the end of their tether, and Rolando wouldn't have it any other way. each one is more pathetic than the last: delicious morsels dripping with depression, anxiety and jealousy, and their bubble-headed selves all caught up in their oh-so-human concerns. Rolando greets each one with the same greasy charm, yet he makes sure to flavour his guests with just one too many inhuman gaffes. an incorrect turn of phrase here, a flash of too many teeth there, and before long, he has successfully unsettled his meat. so the night You step over the threshold and greet him with a warm, unknowing smile, he grinned right back, sure of a particularly tasty meal.

🐟 "Well, aren't you a precious little thing!" Rolando cooed, working in a lascivious gaze in the hopes of making You squirm. You stammered out a flustered thanks, and asked him if he had a room for the night. Rolando was dizzy; he could smell the indecision on You like pheromones, those little top notes of apprehension and fear, and it was all he could do to not clamber into your brain right then and there. "I've got just the room for you, dear, right at the back. And don't let anyone here give you shit under my watch. How abouts I escort you there myself? I'd hate for some filthy pervert to gobble you up along the way." before You could protest Rolando slipped around the desk, pressed a spindly claw into the small of your back and ushered You down a damp, ill-lit hallway.

🐟 as he guided You under the broken lights, Rolando's piscine gaze drank in the contours of your form. he'd played carnal games with humans before—desperate creatures that they were, their strangled whines as pleasure bled into pain never failed to amuse him. yet he'd never been so struck by the beauty of your kind. "So, what brings you to my malign establishment?" Rolando asked, as he carded his fingers through your hair. You shivered, but didn't pull away...a response which confused Rolando, but gave his Infestor heart a quiet thrill. You told him that you'd been kicked out of your home, and electricity shot down his back. he couldn't wait any longer. "Poor love...how could anyone be so cruel? Don't you worry your pretty little head. Tonight...you're all mine." 🐟 the few remaining lights in the hallway burst, and Rolando slipped into the blackness. You cried out in confusion as something cold and wet seized around your ankle and yanked You to the floor. chilling laughter echoed around the hallway, where it reverberated off impossible dimensions, like the hotel had yawned open to swallow You. "Oh, aren't you a hoot?" Rolando cackled. "Such fear...such excitement...what a delectable combination." Rolando's yellow-green eyes flashed in the dark, and the deathly edges of his teeth glimmered with saliva. You tried to run, but he dissolved into the dark and snatched at your shadow, tripping you with ease. Rolando's inky, gelatinous form drooled up your side and pinned You to the floor by the wrists, neck, and ankles.

🐟 "Running ain't the smartest move, sweetheart..." Rolando hissed, "...but boy, is it fun!" his monstrous tongue curled around your earlobe and invaded the delicate flesh of your ear itself, lapping in a way far too wet and obscene. You curled in on yourself, trying to make yourself small enough to escape, but Rolando's invertebrate form slipped between your joints and stretched out your limbs until it hurt. one dirty yellow light flickered into life above You and illuminated Rolando's sickly smirk. "Golly," said Rolando, putting his head on one side. "By now, normally I've got 'em screaming and wailing...but save a few sweet little sounds, you're quiet as a mouse." he wrapped himself around your face and breathed a blasphemy against your lips: "If I didn't know better...I'd say you're rather enjoying this." 🐟 a litany of protests tumbled from your mouth, but all they did was make Rolando laugh harder. "Don't deny it, sugar! I see everything tucked up inside that nasty little brain of yours...and fear ain't winning this race, honey." a nail as sharp as a blade tucked itself under your chin, and curled, tilting your face up to his. in the dark, Rolando's smile gleamed with bad intentions. "Tell you what...how about we play a game? You try to keep those lovely lips of yours shut..." a slight sting, and Rolando draws back his claw to admire a rivulet of blood. "...and I see how long it takes to make you scream."

[gigiszn]

gwi-nam smut....😈

JUST A DREAM — gwinam x fem!reader

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! LADIES one at a time.. im only one sexy woman.. but since y'all asked so politely (and 10 times in my inbox) here is your GWINAM SMUT.. also i'm so sorry if i haven't gotten back to you but rn based on requests i'm also writing a gwi-nam fluff and a thg story! plus updating cheong-san fic tmrw prob idk whenever i feel like it okay?!?!?!

y'all know the smut gonna be good when you never even HEARD of the warnings (i didn't know the names of the kinks until i googled them)

tw: somnophilia, dom!gwinam, sub!reader, humiliation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, begging, p in v, oral (f receiving), begging, hybristophilia, hair pulling, slapping, creampie, no use of y/n (though no name or features are described).

as always, you're responsible for the media you consume. read if u want, don't if you don't.

wc: 2.3k

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

The hours had dragged on, each second thick with tension. One moment, you and On-Jo had been sitting close, sharing a quiet laugh as she nervously gushed about Bare-Su. Her voice had been light, teasing, but there was something raw in the way she spoke—something unspoken between you, an energy you couldn't quite place. Then, without warning, the world had shattered around you. The laughter faded into the harsh reality of your classmates turned monsters—feral, mindless creatures, chasing you down with a hunger you could feel deep in your bones.

The panic had set in quickly. The hallways had become a maze, the sound of shuffling footsteps and eerie growls echoing around you. You’d lost On-Jo, lost track of everything. Alone, terrified, you had found a classroom to hide in, slamming the door behind you, and for a brief moment, it had seemed like you were safe. But that security was short-lived.

The zombies had found the door, clawing at the wood, their nails scraping as they drew nearer. You knew you couldn’t stay here forever. The fear gripped you, cold and suffocating. You refused to let it end like this—not after you’d had to kill one of your own. You had to survive.

Taking a deep breath, you checked the door one last time. The sounds of the undead grew louder, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through. Without thinking, you darted out of the classroom, running as fast as you could, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each step was desperate, each breath labored. Your heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from the raw terror that fueled you forward.

You spotted the music room just ahead, a glimpse of hope in the chaos. You pushed open the door, slamming it behind you, your back pressed against it for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The quiet that enveloped you felt surreal after the chaos outside. The room was still, untouched, as if time had stopped. The air smelled of dust and old wood, but there was a certain calm to it, a strange peace you didn’t think you’d ever feel again.

You quickly scanned the room. It was empty, save for a broken piano and scattered instruments. In the corner, there was a closet—small, tucked away from view. You moved toward it with quick steps, but then froze. A body lay crushed under the piano, clawing at the air above you in a desperate attempt to eat your brain, a grotesque reminder of the horrors outside.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thought aside. You needed to focus. The last thing you wanted was to think about the things you’d just barely escaped. You moved to the farthest corner of the room, a chair in the corner catching your eye. With a tired sigh, you sank into it, your body aching, your mind still racing.

The room was silent again, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Your muscles, tense from the fight and the fear, finally started to release. Your breathing slowed, but it was difficult to let go completely. You hadn’t let yourself rest in what felt like forever. The memories of the chaos—of your friends, of the ones you had lost—were fresh and raw in your mind.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, exhaustion overtaking you. The outside world felt far away, the sounds of the zombies muffled. Here, in this room, you were safe—for now.

And that was all that mattered.

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A growing sense of pleasure blooming in your cunt snapped you out of your slumber, each sense reawakening. Your eyes shot downwards, the sight of an all too familiar boy filling your vision as he looked up from his seeming frenzy against your now throbbing clit.

Every part of you screamed to run, to get the hell back in that supply closet. It wasn't normal to be awoken by a tongue fucking into your hole, yet something about the far-from-vanilla scene had you gripping the sides of the chair.

"G-Gwinam.. What the fuck are you do..doing?" You stammered out, chest heaving. Your question was left hung in the air, filling the silence surrounding you. The only sounds able to be heard were the sound of his tongue lapping against your clit. The sight was erotic, your hands scrambling to catch a grip on anything, finally settling for his hair. You tugged instinctively, Gwinam's mouth opening in a groan that reverberated against your pussy.

Your legs twitched, nose and brows scrunching as you felt your climax arriving. The coil in your stomach was tightening, like the feeling at the brink of a rollercoaster. "I-I'm gonna.." You muttered out, lips curling into a pleasure-filled frown.

"You better fucking hold it, you slut," He warned, stopping his abuse against your clit. You grimaced, staring down at him as your hips jutted upwards.

His tongue swirled and delved deeper into your hole, two fingers joining his mouth. Your legs shook, hands pulling tighter on his hair.

Gwinam could feel his hard-on rub against his pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to focus on the overwhelming pressure he felt as you tugged on the strands of his black hair.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I can't.." You whined out as the coil inside you unleashed and broke. The rollercoaster had fallen, and your cum was now spilling out onto your thighs and his face.

He licked and slurped at your clit as you rode out your high, a post-nut clarity washing over you as your eyes widened. You were far too loud, and the zombies would surely come. Without thinking, you pushed him down, stumbling as your legs shook while you tried to make your way to the supply closet.

Suddenly, Gwinam's strong forced pushed you against the wall, forearm against your neck. You attempted to claw at him, but he simply used his free hand to pin them upward. "Where y'gonna run now, huh?" He teased, biting down on your neck, "You don't wanna listen? I'll show you how to fucking listen, whore."

A loud slap emitted, a pink stain echoing against your cheek.

Tears brimmed your eyes, slowly falling down your face as a choked sob escaped your throat. You struggled against him, watching the sadistic smirk plaster on his face, eyes widened as the pupils traced the line of your salty cries.

"Please, Gwinam. W-We'll die." You stammered out, eyes widened as you tried to search for any trace of humanity in his eyes.

You didn't find it.

"You're so fucking hot when you cry." He groaned, pushing his mouth against yours roughly. It seemed he didn't have a care whether you kissed back, shoving his tongue down your mouth.

You wanted to resist, really, you did.

But the way he rutted his hips against you knew that you didn't want anything more than for him to fuck your brains out.

A moan fell from your mouth and into his, Gwinam's grip on your neck finally releasing as he used that hand to pull up one of your thighs. In a synchronized daze of horniness, you both grinded against each other in a desperate attempt to chase your high once more.

He grabbed your arms, dragging you to the window. Your face was pressed against it, breasts smushing against the glass as his hands carelessly fondled your ass.

Gwinam stuck in two fingers, stretching your tight pussy for what was to come. "If you cum before I let you, I'll kill you."

You knew he was serious. You just didn't have it in you to care.

One hand snakes up your back, wrapping around your neck as if he was the serpent and you were the forbidden fruit.

Squeezing, you let out a broken sob, purple bruises forming in the shape of his fingertips. He pressed his hips against yours at your cries, eyes rolling to the back of his head. There was nothing more erotic to him than fucking you while there were zombies mere metres away from you.

Agonizingly slow, he pulled your skirt down. With a huff, you impatiently forced the fabric down, pooling at your ankles. With a raspy chuckle, he leaned in close and pulled your ear lobe, "You just really can't wait to have me cum in you, isn't that right?"

He had you at a loss of words, biting your lip until it bled. Gwinam pulled you back by your neck, back pressed against his hard chest, "Answer me when I talk to you, slut," He warned, squeezing tighter.

With all the might you had left in you, you breathed out, "Y-Yes.. I can't wait.." Hearing your tears behind your words had precum dripping and his cock practically begging to burst.

Knowing he wouldn't last much longer if you both kept up with the constant teasing, his hands finally let their grip off you and to his pants. Your hands now pressed against the glass, your head dropped to avoid the painstaking scene of dead and dying classmates on the field outside.

As Gwinam finally dropped his pants and boxers, he let out a freakish grin seeing your distaste toward the chaos outside. Grabbing your jaw, he forced you to stare ahead as his pink tip circled your soaked hole.

It was all too much. You felt your pussy throbbing as you tried to find any way to make the dominance Gwinam was exhibiting less arousing.

"Watch them as I fuck you, Mouse," He purred into your ear, pushing his hard cock in slowly. You felt him stretch your fleshy walls, a soft groan sounding from both your throats simultaneously, "You wanna be good for me, don't you?"

You nodded with a whine, turning back to look at him with round eyes. He ran a finger across your lips before turning your head back to the window, angling his dick at your entrance.

As per his usual style, he gave no time in letting you adjust, immediately setting his rough pace. Each thrust let out a loud slap that echoed, angering the zombie under the piano further.

Your senses were slowly diminishing until you were just as brain-dead as the zombies—minus the dead part. Your hair pulled back by his hand, the one on your jaw now letting go and squeezing your ass. Though he had now let go of your face, you still remained looking out the window.

You wanted to be good for Gwinam. You were good for Gwinam.

Your emotions built up in your chest. Every erotic and devastated emotion. You wept as you watched the few survivors that made a break for the schools gates get eaten alive, slowly cracking and turning.

"Fuck—I love it when you cry, baby," He moaned, throwing his head back as his pace quickened.

Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the slight overstimulation only enhance the pleasure you were feeling. Gwinam reached down, thumb instantly finding your clit and rubbing fast circles, matching his perfect pace against your throbbing cunt.

Your hole squeezed against his dick, and he 'tsked', "Don't you think about cumming." You nodded, placing a hand on your stomach. You could feel his dick sliding in and out of you, each time stretching your hole so that it would only ever be the right size for him.

He was marking you as his, and you didn't want it any other way.

Gwinam's hips stuttered, pace growing sloppy and uneven, "I'm gonna cum in you, okay baby?" He growled in your ear, licking a stripe down your jaw and to your collarbone, "I'm gonna make you mine, and you're gonna take my cum."

You felt yourself reaching the edge at his words, soft cries releasing from your throat as all you wanted to do was squirt all over his veiny length.

"Please.. Please let me cum, Gwinam, I'll be good," You whined, rutting your hips backwards against his, meeting them in the middle and bringing you both so much closer to your edge.

He shook his head, pulling your hair and causing a shriek to emit from your throat. He wanted nothing more than to have you creaming all over him, but he knew the pleasure he felt from commanding you was even better.

Gwinam bent forward against you, and he groaned as you reached back and pulled his hair. He grabbed your neck as he felt his high approach, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it much longer.

Finally giving you permission, Gwinam bit his lip, nodding his head, "Yeah, baby. Cum with me. I want you to cum." He muttered almost incoherently, and his approval was enough to snap the coil once more.

Following after you seconds after, you both continued your desperate movements against each other until the ropes of his semen remained inside your vagina.

The floor underneath you was dampened by your shots of cum, legs faltering. You fell against the window, Gwinam grabbing you by your waist and carrying your half-naked body into the supply room.

You were practically asleep as your body fucked-dumb was weak. He lay you on a sofa in the closet, not bothering to cover you up.

He knelt down, licking a stripe in your pussy filled with his cum. He could taste himself, salty and warm, the overstimulation causing your hips to jut upwards as your half-asleep self muttered under your breath.

Gwinam stood up, staring at you for a moment, before turning and heading toward the broadcasting room.

Maybe when you woke up, you'd think it was all just a dream, and would go back to fearing for your life—But the cum spilling out of you made you know that whatever had happened was real—and you knew you would want more.

[lizzy019]

𝒩𝑜 𝑀𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎.

Darrel Curtis x Bimbo!Fem!Reader [Reader is a Soc]

cw -> dirty talk, breast play, p in a, hitting

Word Count -> 1.1K

No because why is this request giving my ovulating brain such DIRTY IDEAS? Hope you enjoy it!

$136.32

That was how much money you wanted to squeeze out of him.

The numbers that were counted made Darry’s mind almost combust into flames when he heard that high amount, and simply for two dresses and a few pairs of heels?

But then he looked over at your smile, the way your lips curled so happily when you offered he didn’t have to pay if he couldn't. So with a tap of your card, the money was sent through and your bag of new items was handed to you.

A big smile widened on your face as you linked arms with him and hurried out. You were so happy!

“Darry, Darry, do you think I could show my dresses to you when we get back to your place? Pleeease?” You whined out, bottom lip jutting forward in a soft plea.

Darry didn’t know why you were begging, he’d say yes anytime and wouldn't turn any offer down when it came to you. So he swiftly nodded his head, kissing your cheek as you two made your way back to his car.

A frilly pink dress with white bow straps to hold it up on your shoulders was presented to Darry.

Breasts barely contained in the fabric, and hips expanding the dress, you looked as if you were straight from a porn movie. It had him drooling from the sight.

However, your obliviousness and ditzy attitude paid no mind to his eyes, simply spinning around and enjoying the dress.

“What’d ya think? Do you like it? I like it! Or maybe it’s too tight? Do you think so? Oh, of course you do, what was I thinking? I’m so dumb!” You moved on too fast, lamenting the fact that you thought Darry didn’t like it simply because you rushed to a random point.

This jolted him out of his trance, and his hands came to your waist in assurance.

“No no, the dress is nice on ya. Makes your figure look fuller, sweetie. It looks good.” He consoled you, gently brushing your hair from your face and pulling you into a light hug.

Oh God, he could feel your breasts pressing against him. All big and warm, soft and squishy against his torso.

He tried to pay no mind to it, trying to be a respectful gentleman and keep his hands to himself. But you were just so adamant on staying in his hug that eventually he couldn’t take it.

Darry’s hands very slowly moved to your dress’ zipper, trying not to alarm you before he zipped it off and wriggled it off of you faster than you could react. A yelp escaped you from being bare to him.

“You wanna dress up and pose like a slut, huh? Wanna make me look bad in front of everyone, no modesty or anythin’. You dirty whore.” His hand shoved your back into the bed, ass up in the air.

The words brought tears to your doe-like eyes, a look of apology crossing over your expression. How foolish of you to assume that such a weepy expression would get Darry to retract his words and apologize.

No.. no, you were very wrong.

A harsh, almost brutal smack was collided to the fat of your ass as he whipped his cock out from his jeans, desperately fondling with the belt before he kept it secure in his hand to hit you any time you misbehaved or complained.

His length pressed against your puckered hole, slowly pushing the tip in dry until the amount of precum he was oozing was able to act like lube.

Loud cries escaped you, eyes rolled back as you took every merciless thrust of his openly and with great pleasure.

“Darry, Darry! Fuck me, yes!” You cried out, manicured nails clawing at the sheets. Another crack of his belt to your ass was executed, and the feeling had your eyes watering.

“You fuckin’ keep your mouth shut. You better pray.. for your damn ass and for your damn heart that I don’t fuck you into this bloody mattress, ya hear?” He gasped out, relishing in his own pleasure but still maintaining his dominant position.

“And what’re you supposed to call me? It sure ain’t Darry, what is it, sweetheart?” He asked you in an almost malevolent and malicious tone.

“D-daddy! Daddy, ‘m sorry! I’ll be good, please! Want you to make me feel good..!” You mewled, tears soaking the sheets where your face rested.

This time, the belt was thrown to the side, renamed as a problem to deal with later as he grabbed your hips and full on thrusted like a dog in heat.

“You retarded son of a bitch, makin’ a fool of yourself in public. You don’t think others see your damn tits on display? Hell, you could be bare ass naked and everyone would react the same as they do when you’re dressed all skimpy and slutty.” Darry growled out, finding himself chasing his own orgasm.

Your ass hurt from both the slaps and the fact that he was drilling into you, like a damn power drill into concrete.

“Darry, daddy, want you to cum in my ass! I want you to fire babies into my stomach, please!” You cried out, watching him begin to shiver and shake like a leaf in the wind.

Darry simply nodded, giving a few more hard thrusts before releasing all in your wee asshole before collapsing on top of you. And before you knew it, you both had fallen asleep just like that.

Waking up to the sound of rustling fabric, your head turns arduously to see Darry prepping an outfit for you that involved one of your favourite pairs of chunky heels and a dress he chose out for you, as well as jewelry he thought complimented all the other colours before noticing you’ve risen from sleep.

His expression turned fretful, and you noticed the tinge of ignominiousness in his expression.

“Darry? What time is it? What’re you doing?” You asked so softly, so benevolently.

You noticed how he had his work clothes on, and instantly it snapped in your head. All your questions answered. You hobbled up to see the outfit he prepared, a slight wobble from the unholy activities of yesterday.

A pretty lilac dress with off-white heels, silver pendant and earrings to match.

“I wonder why you went for roofing when you could’ve done anything in design.” You chuckled, kissing his cheek and gently rubbing his tricep as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Sweetie, I really gotta run, I’m gonna be late.” He murmured, looking down at you and pressing a kiss back to your forehead before he rushed out.

For the rest of the day, the pain in your rear was a constant reminder that Darry had ruined you wholeheartedly, out of worry and frustration.

This always made you wince, but smile.

[knoepfl]

No One Can Take What’s Mine

Okay this time it's not an anime character from my Hero Akademia this time it's Pennywise! I really love Horror-Movies so I thought I'd bring that in here too! Again this was inspired by @devotion-disorder so check them out! If you want to see more check out the Masterlist and if you have any specific character in mind you'd like to see just text me^^

Masterlist

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The room smelled of rot and iron, and the dim light flickered weakly overhead. Pennywise the Dancing Clown stood in the middle of the cramped space, his unsettling grin twitching at the edges as he stared at the walls.

They were plastered with pictures—hundreds of them—each one showing you with someone else.

In every image, you smiled at that stranger, leaned close to them, held their hand, and laughed as if they were the only person in the world. The same kind of happiness you once showed only to him. And now it was theirs.

For a moment, Pennywise tilted his head, trying to process the scene with eerie curiosity. His golden eyes burned as they traced over every photo. His painted grin faltered slightly, exposing rows of sharp teeth beneath cracked red lips.

"This… This is funny," he muttered to himself, his voice shrill and breathy.

But no one else was laughing.

5 Minutes in:

Pennywise scratched his head, the frills of his collar crinkling as he shifted uncomfortably. His claws scraped lightly against the paper walls, tapping the photos as he swayed in place.

"Is this… a joke? A trick?" he whispered, his brows furrowing in confusion. His yellow eyes flickered with annoyance.

At first, he wanted to laugh—he’s a clown after all! But the joke wasn’t funny. Not to him. Something cold curled in his chest, a feeling far more unsettling than his usual hunger.

He ran a claw along one photo of you, tracing your smiling face. You looked so happy—but it wasn’t with him. His claw twitched violently, slicing through the paper with ease.

A growl bubbled in his throat, deep and guttural. His smile drooped further.

1 Hour in:

The walls seemed to press in closer, trapping Pennywise in an unfamiliar storm of emotions. He crouched low to the ground, gnawing on his gloved fingers while his golden eyes darted across the photos. His claws twitched, scraping the floor with jittery movements.

"Who… Who do they think they are?" he whispered, his voice soft, crackling with frustration. "Do they think they can take you away from me?"

He giggled—a high-pitched, erratic sound that echoed through the room. But the giggles quickly turned into ragged breaths, his entire body trembling as his mind spun in circles. The stranger in the pictures was everywhere, their hands on you, their face next to yours.

His claws clenched into fists, shaking with rage. "No, no, no… That’s not right! That’s not how it goes!" he snarled, his voice cracking. "You’re mine!”

But the pictures… they told a different story.

3 Hours in:

The grin was gone now—replaced by twitching lips and wide, frantic eyes. His chest heaved as he rocked back and forth on the dirty floor, his claws scratching at the back of his neck. The rage in his mind grew louder and louder, like the pounding of a drum he couldn’t escape.

"Not real… It’s not real… Right?" he whispered, his voice fragile, almost childlike.

His fingers fumbled over one of the photos. He crumpled it in his palm, but the moment he looked away, the image burned itself into his brain. The thought of someone else touching you—it made his skin crawl.

He let out a shuddering breath. “I can’t breathe…” He clawed at his chest, gasping. “I… I can’t—” His breath hitched, and a sharp, wheezing laugh escaped his throat.

His golden eyes twitched. His mind split open, unraveling at the seams. The clown inside him squirmed in agony, desperate to claim what was his.

6+ Hours in:

By now, Pennywise was on all fours, trembling violently, his yellow eyes glowing in the dim light. His claws tore through the photos one by one, shredding them with frantic energy. “It’s not real!" he shouted, the words bouncing off the walls. "It’s not real! It’s not—”

But what if it was?

His breaths came in ragged gasps, a twisted grin returning to his face as his sanity broke completely. “If it is real…” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, “…then I’ll make them disappear.”

He chuckled, his shoulders shaking with each eerie laugh. His mind twisted, and thoughts of you flooded every corner of it. You were supposed to be his. The way you smiled, the way you laughed—it all belonged to him.

And if someone else thought they could have you?

Well… he’d just have to show them why no one crosses the Dancing Clown.

The Aftermath:

It didn’t take long for Pennywise to find you.

The moment you entered the room, his hulking form loomed in the shadows, his bright eyes glowing with a predatory glint. He moved closer with an unsettling grace, his cracked grin spreading wide as if nothing were wrong.

“There you are,” he whispered, voice as sweet as poison. “I was so worried about you.”

You barely had time to react before his long fingers curled around your wrist. The pressure wasn’t painful—but it was firm. Possessive.

“Where have you been?” he cooed, his grin never faltering. His eyes, however, told a different story—something far more dangerous simmered beneath the surface. “You know… I don’t like sharing.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he placed a finger against your lips, silencing you. His other hand caressed your cheek, his claws gentle but threatening.

“Shh, shh,” he murmured, “it’s alright now. You’re back where you belong.”

And in that moment, you knew—there was no escaping him.

Pennywise's twisted obsession wasn’t born out of love. It was possession. A need to control. And now that he had you back, he wasn’t going to let you go. Not ever.

Because in his mind, you were his.

Forever.

---

[cattlemons]

When The Tide Returns Lost Memories

| Wriothesley awakens in a foreign land with fragmented memories and a desperate need to return to someone he can't quite remember.

TW: Memory loss, unspecified violence, not proofread, 4k words of hurt and comfort

a.n. saw this post by @cyb-rdva about this fic idea. I just got a buzz and felt like writing it! I don't really know how permissions work on here but I hope I did it justice!

Wriothesley’s eyes find the crippling light as he squints away the last remaining darkness, pushing it to the back of his mind once more. Finally feeling himself take a breath, he hears himself grunt awake; much like a machine starting up after months of disuse. Creaking and clanking to a sitting position, he feels the cracks of his bones and the bruises of his injuries sting him.

Where am I?

Disoriented beyond belief, he let his eyes collect a view of his surroundings. The gears of his brain churned and turned but, to no avail, he’s completely lost on where he is. Panic seized him as his parched throat let out a hoarse yell– he doesn’t know who exactly he was trying to reach out to but, dear archons, let them be nice.

The door opened just as he finally found enough strength to stand. Training his eyes onto the green-headed figure by the door, his focus was sharp despite the delirium he had experienced not long ago; the tendons of his feet ready to leap like a coiled spring waiting for the undoing. 

The green-haired man placed his two palms out, ducking ever so slightly to make himself look as small and harmless as possible. Wriothesley assessed the situation with the sense of a trained warrior, looking the man up and down before releasing his tightly clenched fists, letting the white fade to a warm red. 

Wait a second!

Wriothesley pounced at the tall man and knocked him over to the ground, the thud of their fall resounding throughout the room. His knuckles which are covered with hidden bruises and healed cuts saw the light of day after a long time being hidden. Choking the man, Wriothesley sneered and gruffed, “Where’s my gauntlet, NOW! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?”

The man flailed helplessly beneath him as he clawed at his bound neck, searching for escape. Before anything else could unfold, both men were pulled apart; the lanky man by a man in Liyuean garment and Wriothesley by a purple child.

What the fuck is going on?? SHIT, WHERE IS SHE? I NEED TO FIND HER! I NEED TO TELL HER...!

Huh? Who? Tell her what?

The child made some sort of listless remark but Wriothesley was not aware of what she said. His ears rang deafeningly as his vision wavered. His consciousness was escaping him and his panic and fight whittled down and numbed itself, leaving a sense of nothing in its wake. He can’t help but mourn if this is to be his last moment of living. What kind of defeat was this? Surely, he deserved a better battle to die on. 

His mind winds down slowly, unfinished strings of thoughts urging him along from what topic to the next before gently placing him right on the edge of consciousness. Dreary and barely awake, he wonders if anyone can hear his last words and wishes. If he could, he would’ve chuckled dryly, even now on his deathbed (or rather death-floor) he is still nothing but an orphaned boy with no one to mourn for him. Dust returns to dust, he supposes.

As he feels his eyes wane to a close, the only thing on his mind is a name with a face left unplaced and undecided, oh how he loved her.

WAIT! WHO? HOLD ON!

He was out cold, now. 

—

The second time he awoke, Wriothesley was ready for a fight. Whatever foul play, or trickery used on him that first time, won’t get him twice. Raring to go, Wriothesley opened his eyes wide and ready to jump into a fighting stance, only to be stopped by a pair of cuffs chaining him to the bed.

Something! He needs to find SOMETHING?!

Controlling his uneven breaths, he forced and willed the adrenaline pumping in his veins to subside; there’s no use for it if he’s bound and alone, anyway. For now, he chose to focus on locating where he was and (more importantly) where his gauntlets were. Sure, the normal man can’t hope to survive a fight against him but something within him is anxious to be away from it. He almost feels physically ill without it. 

Damned wrist decorator causing me separation anxiety. Just like a damned dog.

At the sound of a creak, he snapped his neck towards the open door. Behind the heavy timber, stood the green-haired man he has yet to learn the name of (but rest assured if he’s come for a round two, Wriothesley is ready to choke him; this time to sleep). Fortunately for everyone in the vicinity, the man had no ill will. With the patience of a saint, the man stepped into the room, carrying with him a bruised neck and a handful of medication supplies. 

Setting his things down on a table, he watched Wriothesley with calm eyes. The same cannot be said for Wriothesley whose sharp steel irises were pointed at him. Muscles rippling in tandem, Wriothesley pulled at the cuffs that kept him in place. Truth be told, the steel keeping him bound to the bed may just snap in a few more strong pulls had the child from “yesterday” not stepped in, this time clearly brandishing a syringe swirling with translucent liquid. 

That shut him up quickly. 

Relatively calm now (and sedated), the thin man slowly inched closer to Wriothesley, pushing back his glasses from his nose while at it. With a slightly quicker heart pace, he explained in a rushed tone, “I am Baizhu, a local physician of Liyue and owner of The Bubu Pharmacy. We’re located in Liyue Harbor. We found you unconscious outside our pharmacy so we decided to take you in.”

This “Baizhu” figure looked to his side at the small purple child as if to see whether or not he’d forgotten something. The two seem to be close because without missing a beat, the child showed him a page of her book. This seemed to jog the man’s memory as he continued, “Ah, yes. Your weapons and, ahem, gauntlets are in our safekeeping. They were badly damaged so we were worried the bones hidden underneath weren’t fairing all too well, either, please don’t misunderstand.”

Taking his words in, Wriothesley felt a slight bit of guilt for almost beating the guy up. The man, however, doesn’t seem to be waiting for an apology, rather, his eyes gleamed in a sort of curiosity. Wriothesley supposes he would be the same way if the situation had been flipped and this Baizhu man showed up half-dead at the doors of Meropide.

Wait, Meropide! Shit, MEROPIDE!

“Sir, how long have I been here?! Please, answer me!”

Baizhu’s eyebrows scrunched in slight perplexity and hesitation, he wasn’t too keen on agitating the man again. 

“Well, we found you on the sixth and today’s the nineteenth, so, about two weeks. Yes,” he answered, stepping away, in case the mild sedation was, indeed, too mild a dose. 

Shit! That’s way too long for me to be away! I won’t be surprised if the place is in shambles by now. Fuck, I need to get back! I NEED TO GET BACK! IS SHE OKAY? I NEED TO APOLOGIZE!

To whom?

Fighting against the effects of the syringe, Wriothesley tensed his forearms and willed them to move. Against his better judgment, Baizhu saw this and went to undo the locks of his cuffs. He supposes, that if he’s going to break through the chains, might as well take it off him to prevent any further injury. 

“Though I am uncuffing you, sir, I suggest you take it easy in the meantime. You have a long list of blunt traumas all over you and from the looks of it, your memory isn’t too intact. I don’t know what happened to you or where you want to rush off to with your weapons but I would be an unfit physician if I allowed you to go anywhere outside my supervision for the time being. At least, let me help you remember so I can send you off with a clear mind on your shoulders.”

“Please, just calm down, when I release you, alright… there...”

Arms now freed, Wriothesley calmed down significantly; somewhere in his mind, he felt safer knowing he could beat someone to a pulp if need be. Finally feeling safe enough to be civil, he decided he’d stay long enough to get some answers and his weapon and memory back. Wriothesley knew it’d be best to stay. He can’t be so sure he’ll find a physician who knows enough of their field of study to claim they can help bring back his foggy memories. That said, he won’t be wasting any time. 

“Mr. Baizhu, please tell me what you know about my… umm… predicament. I don’t quite enjoy being puzzled this way. Also, the gauntlets, I want them back,” he said, before quickly pasting a ‘please’ behind his sentence. 

Yes, she always liked it better when I’m civil; like a proper duke. She?

Wriothesley wasn’t sure what was going on with him at the moment. Everything’s in disarray and he can’t help but want to rip the tufts of gray out of his head. Nothing is making sense to him. The memories and facts that should be concretely sealed within the wrinkles of his brain are now fluttering in front of him. Try as he may, they flit just out of his reach. He only hopes his memories come back to him quickly so he can somehow get back to wherever he needs to be to get to whoever she is to do whatever it is he needs to do.

This is truly shit.

—

Meanwhile, you were running up and down the underground prison and makeshift factory to make sure it, ironically, stayed afloat. In all honesty, all you wanted to do was cry and wail at your husband’s disappearance. Yes, disappearance. Though you’ve heard many relegate their condolences to you, you accepted none of it. You were sure he was alive somewhere out there; he just needed to come back home. 

Some may say it’s denial but acceptance simply wasn’t the answer right now. Not when the livelihood of thousands of people rely on your emotional stability to ensure proper functions of this prison they call home. Meropide is counting on you to keep yourself together so acceptance truly isn’t needed right now; not when acceptance would mean falling to your knees as you plan funeral arrangements. No, as long as hope is free, the man you call your husband is alive.

Today’s to-do list is a mile and a half long but it all needs doing so that’s exactly what you’re going to spend your time and elbow grease on. You started your day at the break of dawn when the waters were still moving in compliance with the moon’s pull. The dull thud of the waves against the steel prison walls keeps you grounded as you check off your lover’s duties one by one. Noon soon takes hold as the water calms down relatively, now giving way to the clanks of machinery. The resounding clicks and clacks of tools and shoes signify that all was still in order. Night finally came and the mile-long list has been taken care of, well mostly. Last but not least, you’ll have to surface and meet with someone very important. 

After throwing on whatever clean and acceptable outfit you find within your closet in the duke’s Meropide residence, you are off to Poisson to meet with Navia. You sure hope she’s found something useful. 

At moments like this, you’re grateful for your long-standing friendship with the ever-kind and well-connected President of The Spina di Rosula. Navia has been spearheading the search for your husband for the past few weeks. She turned the whole of Fontaine upside down last week but it yielded no results. Though Spina di Rosula is an organization built to help with Fontanian problems, you’re glad she spared no effort to search beyond the borders of Fontaine for you.

“I just don’t know where he could have gone, Navia. One minute we fought and before you know it the clock strikes midnight and it’s the second day he’s gone,” you let out as your chest starts heaving, a poor effort to hold back the sorrow and fear you felt. 

“Navia, I can’t let that be the last interaction we have, I just… I can’t live not knowing if he’s done with me or, worse, if something bad happened to him. I just want to know he’s alright and then, if he so wishes, we can part ways.”

Navia pats your back gently as your breathing grows heavier, “I don’t know the duke all that much but I know enough to say that he’s mad for you. He’d kill for you just as quickly as he’d die for you, my dear. Give him credit that he’ll return, if only to see and make amends with you, hmm?”

Your throat is raw from keeping the dam of your rising emotions from spilling. You turned to your sole companion in all this, “Are you sure, we’ll find him, Navia?”

“All the signs we’ve found so far indicate him being alive. As long as that duke of yours is on Teyvat, we’ll find him, my dear partner, I am sure of it,” she cheered softly, conviction intertwined with a strong dose of compassion. 

With that, tears soak your face as you cry softly. Your shoulders shook as rivulets of sorrow trickle past your lashes onto your cheeks. You couldn’t possibly let them out in Meropide so you let them out here. Within the confines of the four walls of Poisson, you let your walls crumble if only for a bit. 

You hope he comes back to you soon. You don’t know what you’d do without him. 

— 

“Do you recall anything at all before your waking,” Baizhu asked Wriothesley for the umpteenth time since his wake from the sedation-induced stupor. 

The two figures, Wriothesley and Baizhu, were sitting outside the pharmacy doing a routine inspection. For the past week, Wriothesley has been fairly cooperative in working with Baizhu to further his recuperation; if only to get his gauntlet back and return quicker to Meropide and to the missing woman his heart claims to love so much.

Wriothesley still has no clue as to what his sense of urgency is based on. Of course, the meropide needs him but in the event of his absence, he’s set aside some protocols and second-in-commands that can take up the mantle for a bit before his return. This is something he recalled a few days ago and it’s helped him ease up and stay put for the time being. The exercises Baizhu has given him are certainly giving promising results on jogging his memory back but, much to his dismay, none about the mystery woman. It’s eating his heart up like a worm on an apple, plaguing his heart and making him feel rotten for forgetting her. 

Who are you, damn it.

Damn, even cursing at her feels wrong. 

Alright, let him fix that-

FIX… FIX!

Just like that, the memories of the weeks prior come crashing onto him like the waves of the midnight tides. All that he’s been through, getting knocked out, the fight, everything filters through his mind like an hourglass finally filling up. Despite all of those moments being mostly shit, he’s overjoyed of remembering what he thought he lost, of remembering you.

By Archons, it’s you!

“Baizhu! That’s it! I need to see her, I need to see my girl! Oh, for the life of me, Baizhu, I need to apologize to MY GIRL,” Wriothesley yelled, joyous. 

He does not recall ever being so excited to apologize but he’d be damned if anything wipes the smile off of his face. How can he not? Imagine falling in love all over again with the woman that’s captured your very being. Imagine seeing her in the fresh light of a stranger only wishing to be within her gravity then realizing you were the moon pulling her tides of love all along. Imagine, oh archons, that can fucking wait. 

He’s leaving now!

Baizhu smiles at the breakthrough, both of his patient’s memory and of a new memory recovery technique. Calling for Qiqi, Baizhu asks her to get the man’s big boy hands because, yes, we’re finally letting him go home. No, without the sedation. 

—

On the ferry ride back, the duke sat painfully still as he stared at the gauntlets that he now wore. The gauntlets that symbolizes his power in Meropide, the ones you've basically created with him now that he remembers your significance in his life. No wonder he can't bear to part with it.

Suddenly, the vast blue separating Liyue and Fontaine seems not enough time now that his thoughts finally catch up to him.

Of course, he was beyond ecstatic to see the love of his life again but thinking back to how he left things off… he shudders at the thought. He’s downright shit for leaving this mess for you to shoulder on your own, not to mention, the fight that went down before he disappeared. 

If the roles were reversed, he doesn't know if he’ll ever function properly again. He left you after saying some nasty things and did not return. Not even after two weeks, in fact, it took him three. He wonders if you’re mad at him still or if you’ve fully given up on him. He wonders if you think he left you for good on his own accord. He hopes your heart hasn’t been damaged beyond repair. He knows he’ll do a lot worse to himself if it is. 

He just hopes you haven’t completely locked him out of your heart forever because if you haven’t fully closed the doors on him, if he even sees a sliver of forgiveness in your eyes, he’ll lay his everything down in hopes of winning you back.

Wait for me, please, my love.

—

The ocean’s gentle rhythm is the only lullaby strong enough to lure your restless heart and mind to sleep. You can’t imagine being able to rest if you were anywhere else. At least not after the stagnation of your search for your husband. It would’ve been one thing if it were slow progress but there’s nothing else to be found now. Last you heard, there were sightings of a seemingly Fontanian man in Liyue but before anyone could get ahold of him, he disappeared again. You suppose it makes full sense that a man with his extensive knowledge of the underground world and wide connections would slip away easily, after all this is well within his expertise. That’s what you chose to believe, anyway.

The murmurs of the sea continue drumming constant beats as your eyes flutter shut. You hope that this time they bring you to a distant land where all is well; where your husband is still beside you and he still looks at you like you hung the stars just for him. 

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, heavy clunking and ruckus were heard outside by the registrar of the Meropide. Soon, a crowd began to form as doors were opened and gates were unlocked, in came the man of the hour. 

The duke is back.

—

Doors were flung open as the duke marched in, passing by the stunned prisoners of the Meropide. There were rumors abuzz that the duke had fled, of course, his sentence was served to fulfillment so, technically, he did not flee. The spicy part of this scandal was that his wife was left stranded and alone to deal with the mess he’s left. Truth be told, this wasn’t so far from the truth in Wriothesley’s heart. 

Opening the massive steel doors to his residence, Wriothesley whispered prayers. With every step he climbed, he murmured a small prayer and promise of devotion to whichever Celestia deity would grant him your patience and forgiveness. Perhaps, however, he should’ve been whispering his promises of devotion to you instead. 

Like seeing a mirage in a barren desert of swirling guilt and longing, you lay there asleep but so very beautiful. The rise and fall of your chest fills him with ease as the scent of your perfume grows stronger with each step he takes toward you. His eyes begin to water as his feet grow heavy, it seems his heart grew to immense proportions just at seeing you within touching distance. 

He reaches your side and kneels to be at level with your sleeping face. He studies you, slowly memorizing all the things he wishes to never forget. He engraves into his mind, the dips of your cupid’s bow and the flick at the end of your nose. He etches into the crevices of his brain the way your eyelashes flutter just so slightly at whatever it is you sense. Finally, he allows himself to fully sink into your hypnotic gaze as your eyelids lift ever so slightly to reveal his favorite colors. He wishes to have those exact shades enshroud him forever.

The moment you open your eyes, you can’t help but smile, though you remain unmoving. 

How lovely! They did bring you good dreams. 

“My… after so long of not seeing you, I must’ve forgotten how many scars you have,” you giggled lightly as your eyes counted his scars one by one, hoping to update your foggy memory.

You smile as you continue, “two new ones over your left eyebrow and one down your neck. Even in my dreams, you’re still as rugged as ever. I guess it’s my fault for falling in love with a man so magnetized by fights. I love you that way, though. Don’t change.”

Wriothesley could only sit in pious silence as he followed your gaze, he never wanted to part from it.

“My love, why don’t you take me to where you are? I never want to wake up if this is what sleeping is like. I don’t mind remembering new scars that never happened if only to stay with you like this,” you whispered lowly as your hands went out to reach for his cheeks. 

It’s impulsive and you knew the moment his form revealed its corporeal quality, he’d fade away from even your dreams and you’d be left alone again but you just… you just had to. He compels you in a way that no one ever has and ever could. Even if only in this second, you wish to believe he’s just within reach. 

Just like you remember him to be.

Wriothesley closed his eyes as he awaited your warmth. He can’t possibly move an inch or say a word when the atmosphere is filled and doused with your affection and love. He just can’t. If anything, he leans in almost antsy with anticipation. 

But your touch never came. 

Wriothesley opens his eyes to see tears falling down your face and your hands just a hair's breadth away from his cheeks. The droplets stained the carpet beneath him along with his heart.

Breaking piece by piece, his heart shatters as more tears fall from the corner of your eyes; even more when you begin to speak.

“Wriothesley, if I don’t touch you, will you stay? Even as a memory, will you continue to be mine? Or will my mind take that away from me too?”

His heart sank as he watched his love break before him. Not standing for this anymore, he pulled your face closer to his and sealed your lips onto his, claiming this moment as real. 

You cried into the kiss letting every single feeling and emotion you’ve pent up run free. Wriothesley pulled you into him and held you as close as he physically could. He wants to absorb every piece of you into his heart to make sure he never has to part from you ever again. He’s selfish and he keeps ahold of you even after your lips part from his. 

He kisses every inch of your skin to make sure you know he’s here, to make sure he knows you’re here.

Pure, unadulterated love encapsulates his mind as he holds you close, afraid he might lose you again if he lets go. 

As the minutes faded into hours, Wriothesley murmured into your ears the undying poetry of his love for you, unyielding and true. Even if you don’t believe him right now, that’s alright. He’ll keep reminding you of it.

Every second of every minute.

Every minute of every hour.

And every hour of every damned day.

All until you remember it. 

a.n. This is a long one and I just kinda word vomit onto my laptop for a few hours and then bam it's right there. Please be gentle, I don't think I was all that awake for this banger!

Hope it's a good read!

[lovelychips]

also as my brain has developed i’ve started to view andrew a lot differently

like it’s not tfc/trk andrew becomes tkm andrew

it’s tkm andrew was forced to be who he was in tfc/trk and the entire time he’s trying DESPERATELY to claw his way out

and it’s SO SAD that way like idk why this reread has really been hitting me but seeing him forced into a drug haze he is constantly trying to escape but can’t it just makes me so sad like tkm andrew just locked in his head wanting out oh my god

[byullielle]

The Drag Down // Changbin x Fem!Reader

Bin hits it from the back and as you slowly crawl away to stop the overstimulation he manhandles you back into position.

Tags: Smut (drabble), Manhandling, Slight Overstimulation, Doggy Style, Petnames (baby, princess, bunny), Dirty Talk

Disclaimer: inspired by something from rule34 i accidentally saw. pretty short but also pretty filthy. MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.

You've already cum one. Binnie was in between your legs just a few minutes ago sucking, nipping, and licking at your clit and wet folds to the point of your climax yet you find yourself clawing at the sheets for a reprieve as Changbin slowly grinds his hips against yours, dick buried inside you while you face the pillows. "That feel good bunny?" Changbin asks and it takes you a while to process, a mewl escaping your lips as you fist the sheets. "M–Mhm," you shakily let out, feeling your body tremble under his touch as this is the 2nd cut off orgasm you've had. "Bin," you whine as he grinds down at the spongy spot, making you moan loudly, profanities escaping you as you tug at the sheets, slowly crawling away subconsciously.

"Where are you going princess?" Bin asks, amused at the sight below him before he reaches out and grabs you by the hips, pulling you towards him as you nearly crash face-first into the bed before the loudest moan gets punched out of you, speared right back onto Bin's dick. "Oh fuck!" you moan out before he starts to continue at a steady pace, sounds of your whines and mewls melding with his own groans and hisses and skin slapping making your pussy drool on his cock.

"Shit, baby, you're clenching so tight," he grits his teeth, grip on your hips tightening so much you couldn't pull yourself out. You were stuck in his hold, being used like a sex toy, a fleshlight existing just for Seo Changbin's pleasure. And he could see that, doing you a favor as he points it out while you helplessly try to writhe out of his hold.

"My princess can't escape huh?" he teases with a grunt, cacophony of sticky slapping rendering you cock dumb, "You like it when you can't escape?" he abruptly stops, a loud and open-mouthed gasp escaping you. He stopped, his cockhead nestled directly on your g-spot, simply grinding slowly. He removes one hand from your hips, running it against your waist, then torso as it makes you shudder in excitement. Laying his hand against your sternum, he lifts you up effortlessly despite your lack of strength to even hold your head up.

He presses a kiss on your ear, making you whimper as you feel like the softest touch could make you see stars. "My cute little fleshlight," he whispers against your ear, "You like that?"

It takes you a moment, a few seconds before your brain catches up, "Y-Yes. Oh god, please," you whine, now wanting the delicious and violent friction back into your hole. "Please what bunny?"

"Please," you whine again, grinding your hips against him, "Like bein' your fleshlight. Please Binnie," you desperately claw at his arm, "Use me, touch me, anything," you cry out, just wanting to untangle that knot in your core.

He chuckles against you, chest pressed against your back as you feel it vibrate. "Needy princess," he let's go of your sternum, guiding you back down before pulling out, only to tighten his grip on your hips with both hands before pulling you towards him, knees running against the sheets before he thrusts his cock inside your dripping cunt.

With a groan accompanied by a chuckle, he looks down at you, hands still gripping the sheets arms length away, "My cute little hole,"

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Three

Chapter Three: The Wolf In My Living Room

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: Your eventful day starts…RIGHT NOW! *draws mouse ears on the fourth wall* 

Warnings: slight dry humping, slight choking, making out, love bites (hickeys)

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. 

Dividers by me

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Cover Art by me

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

You wake to the sounds of the forest coming to life. The leaves in the trees rustling in the morning wind, birdsong as they wake and communicate to each other, and the soft rumbling of snores over your shoulder. 

Puffs of air tickle your neck, and the firmness of the mattress under you seems misplaced. The heavy weight around your middle and the press of the warm body behind you is enough to have you remember where you slept last night.

If any of those things weren’t enough to wake you up, surely the unmistakable bulge of something poking at your backside would do it. You are quite flattered because it has been a long time since you’ve had a man in your bed. You also know that men get boners when the damn wind blows, so it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s there because of you.

Until the surrounding arms tighten and his hips push into yours just slightly. His nose sneaks into the space between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.

You can’t help the desperate sigh that escapes you, and the answering groan from the man behind you only inspires you to push your hips back into him. Your name is a whisper on his lips as one of his hands moves to the front of your neck. His thumb on your pulsepoint has you keening, while his other hand slowly glides down your stomach toward where you want him most. But once his massive paw cups you...

“Wait!” The yelp left your throat before you permitted it to do so. Waiting was not at all what you wanted to do, but your brain had other plans. Fight or flight response on high alert.

Walter freezes with one hand on your neck and one hand over your clothed sex. His chest heaving as he seems to try and calm himself down. 

“I’m sorry, I just, it’s been a long time,” you blurt, surprised to be able to put forth words that actually make sense, “Feeling a little overwhelmed, is all.”

“I’m so sor–”

“Don’t be sorry, Walter. I want this. I just, I’m not ready.” Mentally, you are kicking yourself for not letting this man take you to Pound Town.

Walter removes his hands from your groin and your neck, the warmth leaving with them. “Just, please tell me I didn’t force myself on you. I couldn’t live with myself if I pushed you in any way.”

You turn to face him, one hand going to cup his jaw. “You didn’t push me, I promise. I...I want you. My body wants you, too. But, I know I’m not ready. For more. Yet.” The thought of your ex is heavy in your mind, the relationship you thought would last forever.

Walter nods, his eyes on you as he turns his head to kiss your palm. “What do you say we get some coffee?”

You nod, afraid to speak more and possibly ruin the moment. Your thumb ghosts over his bottom lip, your eyes still locked on each other as you both lean in. Once your lips meet, it’s as though nothing else matters. His top lip is between your lips, as your bottom lip is between his. Your hand roams from his jawline to tangle in his curls.

Before you know it, Walter is pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His intensity only drives you to want him more. The taste of his tongue as it massages yours is almost enough to have you take back your words. You could keep kissing him for hours, days, weeks if he let you. But, then again, you always were a sucker for a good kisser. And Walter? He was something to write home about.

He slows down the kiss to let you breathe, and you pull back to get a firm grip on yourself and on reality. As much as you want this man to rearrange your guts, you would like to continue things on a slower progression. Thanks in part to your ex, who did everything with the speed of a cheetah.

“I don’t wanna keep you in the dark about something, so I’m just gonna say it. My ex is a huge reason why I wanna take things slow, Walter. He and I were briefly engaged and it didn’t end well when I broke it off. He’s not like, dangerous or anything. Just a bit of a dick sometimes is all.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and look up at Walter who is just smiling at you as if you didn’t just ruin his boner.

“Thank you for telling me. I hope you know that makes me want to be even more protective over you.” He pokes at your chin and you duck your head.

“I mean, I guess I should expect that from a wolf, huh?” You slide your hand from his curls, down his neck, and around to his chest. 

“Yeah, you really should,” he says, turning to stretch, and no doubt adjust himself, “Let’s get that coffee, and I’ll take you back to the park to pick up your car.”

The coffee maker bubbles and brews. You sit on the kitchen counter while Walter stands between your legs. His hands stroke your thighs as he kisses and nips at your neck. You did try to keep a bit of distance between you, but the moment he stepped into your personal space, it was all over.

Once the coffee is done, Walter pours you both a cup. While you sip your coffee, you sit in companionable silence. You get the feeling that he doesn’t mind the quiet, he might even relish it. Even though you still have some questions, you decide to wait to ask them, choosing instead to enjoy the non-verbal flirting between you two.

You gather your things and Walter drives you to the park just outside the forest to pick up your car. Your phone is still dead in your coat pocket, but you have an idea. You get into your car and grab an old receipt from the console. Scribbling your phone number on the back of it, you hand it to him and tell him to call you later. 

He pockets the paper and promises to call that evening. With a kiss on the cheek, he tells you to get a move on getting home. You put the key into the ignition and turn it, the car springing to life. Waving to him one last time, you drive out of the parking lot and start to make your way home.

If you are honest with yourself, you miss him already.

Pulling up to your house, you’re not surprised to see a distraught Olivia pacing on your lawn. Her car is in your driveway along with a truck that seems familiar. Once you park a bit behind Liv’s car, she throws her hands up and comes to greet you as you exit your vehicle.

“Oh, my God. Your phone has been going straight to voicemail since yesterday!!” she shouts, seconds before she wraps you up in a bear hug, “Look, I’m sorry, but I called him since he’s a fucking bloodhound. Don’t be mad at me, I was worried.”

“What? Who are you talk–” 

Just then, you see shoulders turn around and those eyes meet yours. Eyes that still held that fire for you, even after everything.

“Hey, Bug,” he mumbles, walking over to where you and Liv are still holding onto each other, “Olivia, here, called me when she couldn’t get a hold of ya.”

Bug. The name he used to call you when you were dating. You close your eyes and steady yourself before detaching yourself from Liv and stuffing your hands in your pockets. You weren’t really in the mood to deal with this right now, but you understand why she called...him.

“Well, here I am. I made it home safe and sound. So, thank you but I think I got it from here, James.” you advised, trying to be calm in the face of your ex-fiance.

“Ya know, you can still call me Sy just like everyone else, Bug.” he offers, smiling down at you while you chew on your cheek.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I’m not everyone else, James. I feel like I’ve made that clear more than enough times.” you seethed, if only your eyes could shoot lasers.

“Got it. You’re still pissed. Well, do me a favor, Bug. Keep yourself safe. Check in with your friend when you’re, uh,” he pokes at a bruise forming on your neck, “Going out to meet somebody.” He snorts, walking back to his truck.

Liv turns to you and smacks you on the arm, whispering harshly as she does, “All this was for some dick? Like, kudos! But damn, you coulda told me!!”

As he backs out of the driveway, he stops just short. “Maybe stay in tonight. Me and a buncha boys from town are gonna be heading out looking for this menace been taking down livestock and all. Probably just a wolf or something. But whatever it is, it ain’t safe out here.”

You hated that he still cared for your well-being and honestly, you didn’t need his judgment either. But you used to love this man. Shit, you were planning on marrying him and raising however many kids he wanted. A little piece of you feels shitty for wanting to bite his head off. You can tell he still cares at least. It’s just hard to skip over the bad times when you think about your ex.

“Look, thank you, James. I’ll worry about keeping myself safe. You do the same?” you reply, pushing away Liv’s hands from your neck.

“Will do, Bug. Alright now. See ya ‘round.” He backs out of the driveway fully, throws a hand up in a wave, and drives off.

You turn to Liv as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You know you owe me the deets, right? Like, everything?”

“Yeah, I know. But, truth be told, it is barely anything yet. Can it wait until it’s something more substantial, at least?” you implore, knowing damn well you like Walter more than you’d be honest about at this moment.

“Okay, so you didn’t fuck him yet. Did you least taste it?” This woman has no chill.

“Liv! Oh, my God.” you blurt, hand going to your face.

“Alright, so you didn’t taste it. Must have been an intense makeout session though, huh? That’s why you look so tired, hun?” she rambles on as you start to walk past her to your front door.

“Bye, Liv! Good luck getting your car out.” you shout back, the key already unlocking the door.

You watch from the living room window as she makes various turns to get her car out from in front of yours. You love the girl, but she deserves that after the third degree. And after calling your ex-fiance when she couldn’t reach you. Like, what was she thinking? Probably thinking the worst, you’re sure. 

But, really? She called...Sy? If that didn’t open a can of worms later on, you will be surprised. 

But for now, you’ll just put it behind you in favor of a cup of cocoa and possibly a very long shower. That would be enough after your very eventful night in the woods. And you were looking forward to finally plugging your phone in and getting a call from a certain bearded wolf.

Many hours later, you were doing some cleaning around the house, which consisted of walking around with a glass of wine in one hand and a duster in the other. Sure, you tidied up the living area, but you half-assed the rest of the first floor and you didn’t care. You were putting off taking a shower because you could still smell Walter on you.

Not like you were swooning over his smell or anything. Okay, maybe you liked the way his pheromones seem to act differently. It wasn’t just a woodsy, man smell. It was musky, strong, like fresh sweat all the time.

After three-quarters of the bottle is gone, you cork the wine and put it into the fridge to save for later. Turning off the lights and speaker system, you resigned yourself to finally scrubbing this day away.

To keep yourself sane, you plugged in your phone on the bedroom charger before going to the bathroom for that long shower you wanted. Settling in bed afterward, you moisturize your skin and dress in a comfy nightgown. You unhook your phone from the charger and scroll through the notifications. 

A couple of texts from Olivia, checking in on you. A few junk emails that you delete. One missed call from Sy, with a voicemail.

Well, fuck.

You didn’t want to open that voicemail just yet, not that you get the chance to. You hear a crashing coming from downstairs. Not today, bitches. I’ve had enough surprises. You move to your closet to grab your bat. Five seasons of company softball have led you to this point. Kicking a home intruder’s ass. Sliding your phone screen open, you quickly turn on the smart lights for the living room. As you come down the stairs, holding the bat aloft, you hear a groaning noise.

Turning to the sound, you find Walter clutching his abdomen and standing against the entryway to the kitchen. He’s still in the clothing from last night, his gray henley soaking through with blood. You drop the bat to look at the wound but there is no hole in the shirt. You direct him to lie across the dining room table after taking his shirt off while you go find your first aid kit.

Coming back from the kitchen, you get out a pair of gloves and start to clean what looks like a bullet wound. 

“So, obviously I have questions. Like, a ton. But we’ll start with ‘How did you know this was my house?’.” you ask, stitching up the wound.

“I just followed your scent,” he admits, hissing as you tightened a stitch, “And the car in the driveway kinda helped too.”

“Of course. Next question. What the fuck happened?” you press, finishing up the last stitch before cleaning it off and applying gauze.

“I was out in wolf form and a few hunters were out, too. I managed to draw them away from the cabin. I tried to make it back but one of ’em got me. Figured if I shift back to human form, I could drive out here to you. And, I probably shouldn’t have driven with a gaping wound like that, but I wasn’t able to think that clearly. I also might have parked on your lawn and I apologize for that. May I pass out on your couch?” he chatters, already rising from the table and narrowly missing the light hanging over it.

“Whoa there, Wolfie. Let me help you to the couch, at least,” you insist, letting him hang an arm over your shoulder.

Having him against your body again was a welcome consolation, if only for a moment. You deposit him on the sectional and he grips onto a throw pillow as soon as he lays down on his stomach. You pull a blanket off the back of the couch and cover him with it. His hand touches yours as you pull away.

“Just need a little rest, Pup. Be good as new.” he trails off, your hand slipping out of his.

Watching his sleeping face, he looks so peaceful. A curl is over one eye and you reach out to tame it, but it springs back right into place. You laugh to yourself as you walk to the dining table to clean away the trash. 

Once done, you look back over to where Walter is snoring softly. Turning out the lights, one by one, you leave on the light above the sectional. You walk upstairs to your bedroom. Climbing into bed, you think this is the perfect night to go to bed early for once.

But your brain goes back to this morning. Walter’s arms around you. His scent is fresh on you. If you could keep extra quiet, you’re sure you can crank one out without waking the beast downstairs.

Right?

To be continued...

A/N: So, the chapter summary was a nod to Disney Channel. I am not a Disney Adult, I just love nostalgia.

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[just-a-creep-babe]

O saw your promo and could i get laughing jack woth fem reader with 25.

“Don’t look at me like that. You asked for this.”

62. “One last time. Please. I—I need one last touch.”

48. “God, you’re like a bitch in heat. Do you even realise how desperate you look, riding my thigh like that?”

With the theme of break up sex with laughing jack doing the breaking up and the reader beggong for one last touch

Wrote this a Hot Minute™ ago so now I'm looking back at the writing like... yikes, I could do better atp 💀💀

Anyways, I hope you can still find some kind of enjoyment out of this ^^; LMK what ya think!!

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

25. “Don’t look at me like that. You asked for this.” 

48. “God, you’re like a bitch in heat. Do you even realize how desperate you look, riding my thigh like that?”

62. “One last time. Please. I—I need one last touch.” 

“Don’t look at me like that. You asked for this”

Your heart clenches

Inhumanly white eyes pierce through you

Where once, they would’ve been filled with nothing but love and admiration, his gaze now burns with anger and disdain

You’re on the verge of tears

You can’t lose him

Not like this

Dear God, not like this!

His lips curl over his sharp teeth in a sneer, and with a huff, he turns away from you

“Jack!”

You reach out and grab his arm in a rush of panic

He stops dead in his tracks, and the way his body tenses has your blood going cold

You’re suddenly reminded of what he is; a monster

He had loved you at one point, cared for you, protected you

But somehow, that’d changed, and now, here you are, faced with the monstrous part he previously would’ve never bared towards you

You swallow thickly

You can’t help but notice how sharp his claws are as he curls his hands into a fist

Sharp like knives

“P-please”

Your voice is uneven when it escapes you, so you try again

“One last time. Please. I—I need one last touch”

It’s a long shot, you know it is

But you’ll take whatever you can get

Any second longer—you’ll beg for scraps of his attention if you need to

There’s a growl from deep within his chest, something low and rumbly and dangerous

Some part of your brain tries to tell you to let him go

But you don’t want to listen

You need him

You stay rooted in place, even when he turns to face you, even when his intimidating form towers over you menacingly

“Jack,” you breathe his name

And you know you’re so, so incredibly pathetic right now, begging him to touch you as he’s about to leave you

But you don’t care

It doesn’t matter—none of it does

You just need him one last time

He snorts, and your heart shatters, thinking he won’t even give you this one last bit of closure

His clawed hand grips at your cheek, threatening to piece flesh

You wince, closing your eyes

But then his lips are on yours, and your mind is going blank at the feeling

He kisses you roughly—fervently

You sigh against him, your hands following a familiar path to his jagged locks to tug him in even closer

He growls again, but it doesn’t scare you like it did before

You want him—monstrous side and all

His teeth scrape at your lips, filling your mouth with the taste of copper

You’ve no doubt it was on purpose

But you don’t care

You tug at him, tug at his hair, his clothes, anything you can get your hands on

You know you don’t have much time left with him, but right now, it doesn’t matter

He’s yours

He’s all yours right now

You push yourself against him, trying to minimize the distance between the two of you to nothing

He backs up a few paces as you do, and you’re almost disappointed, before he pulls you into him for you to follow

Claws at your hips, you’re yanked against him until you lose your balance and topple into him

You land on his lap, and you realize he must’ve done it on purpose because the couch is beneath him and you’re straddling his thighs just perfectly

You groan into the kiss

Heat pools in your stomach, making your sex clench eagerly already

He’s barely done anything and you’re already so needy for him

His grip is bruising, his kiss hard enough to make your head spin

When his tongue parts your lips to taste you, you squeeze your legs together and whimper

It seems he’s still not immune to you, because when he hears the sound you make, you feel his bulge twitch against your hips

You’re practically frenzied

Your body moves on its own to grind down on his leg

Anything to feel him—to relieve the ache that’s driving you insane

He breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva splitting between the two of you as he does

And it’s filthy, but you can’t help but love it

“God, you’re like a bitch in heat. Do you even realize how desperate you look, riding my thigh like that?”

There’s a bite to his words as he says it

You don’t care

You’ll be as desperate as it takes if it means he’ll fuck you again

You drag his hands up from your hips to press them both to your chest

“P-please~ Please, Master, fuck me~”

Bringing up the old pet name gets you just the reaction you wanted

He snaps, flips you on your back, and in an instant, you find yourself naked beneath him

The growl that escapes him is dangerously threatening, but all that does is coax you to spread your legs so that he can just fuck you already

One hand wraps around your throat, encompassing it completely until his fingers are touching the back of your neck

And with his other hand, he quickly undoes his pants to free his hard-on

You’re barely given a second to appreciate the sight of him before he’s plunging it all the way into your tight little cunt

He’s so big

Even now, wet as you are for him, it still takes a few thrusts to finally split you open for the entirety of his shaft

Your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back and your chest arching up into him

You knew he wasn’t planning on going easy on you

But nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he almost immediately pulls out, just to slam all the way back into you

You aren’t given any time to adjust

Hell, you’re hardly given any time to catch your breath between rough slams of hips into yours

It’s like he’s trying to fuck you in half

Your hands try to grip at him, at the couch beneath you—anything—but there’s nothing you can do to help keep you grounded

“I’m gonna break you,” he growls, and you hardly have the mental capacity to listen, but you force yourself to hang off of his every word as he uses you

“Gonna break you so that no one else will ever be able to make you feel as good”

You make some pathetic whimper because fuck, you’re going to cum already

“I’ll ruin that pretty little cunt”

His hand around your neck tightens and you feel yourself getting lightheaded

Lips parted, eyes clouded over, you gasp for air, and he uses the opportunity to lean over and spit into your mouth

You clench around him and cum—hard

He doesn’t relent as you do

If anything, it only encourages him to use you harder

“You won’t fucking forget who you belong to, no matter how many people you try to date after me”

His words blur together as your body tenses with the rush of endorphins

It’s like you can’t stop shaking, can’t stop yourself from trying to milk him through your orgasm

The way he snarls and growls above you, hips shamelessly pistoning into your inviting heat—it’s too much

“(Y/n)—“

You nearly cum again when he growls your name

His hand leaves your neck, and you’re about to gasp for air when he suddenly forces his lips on yours again

When you kiss him back, his pace falters for the first time, and you know he’s getting close

You’re almost grateful because you don’t know how much more you can take

“Beg,” he snarls when he breaks the kiss, “beg for me to cum inside you. Beg for me to defile you”

You open your mouth, but all that escapes is a sickly slew of moans and whimpers

It seems to anger him, and with a growl, he crams more of his length as deep into you as he can

He’s hitting your cervix

“P-please! Please!”

Tears blur your vision as you cry out for him

Too much—it’s too much!

“Jack—please cum inside me!”

With one last deep snarl, he snaps his hips all the way forward, and then you feel him twitch as he empties himself inside you

It’s euphoric

You don’t want it to end, don’t want him to stop

Even if you physically can’t handle it, you want more

You wriggle beneath him, as if that could make him stay longer

But it’s over all too quickly as he pulls out

You snap your legs shut before his cum can leak out

“Jack, please… Don’t go”

Your quiet plea falls on deaf ears

“You lost your chance, (y/n)” he snarls

There’s a mix of lust and disdain in his eyes as he looks down at you

"We’re done”

[eldritch-spouse]

So I'm a sick fuck. One of my favorite things is when an obsession is getting ravaged and they can sense that their "partner" is going to cum. She panics and desperately screams and begs them to cum outside, that she doesn't want to get pregnant, that she doesn't want a baby. Subsequently she is in a state of shock when they do as she feels just how thorough a claim that was.

Which of your ocs would find sick pleasure in doing this to their obsession and seeing her in this state of terror?

[I could probably put more here... If this was a single character scenario, I would have gone more in depth.]

TW: Noncon; Non-consensual impregnation.

Morell simply doesn't give you a choice. Sooner or later you're going to try for that kid, and you ought to get it through your skull that it is happening. He can't deny the thrill of the fear in your eyes, that doe look, just like when you first saw him, recognizing the predator he is. Morell can already feel the headache of having to undo this all, but he won't deny he wouldn't do this a hundred times. Gladly.

There's nothing Kalymir loves more than conquest. He's conquered Wrath, he's conquered you, now he's taking control of your womb. And you're trying to fight him for it, you poor little thing. It makes him so wild Kalymir nearly shatters your pelvis with his thrusts, laughing and outright moaning at your weak nails clawing down his front and face. It's almost like you want to make him cum faster, hopefully hard enough that it hits your brain.

Zizz is lazy. His pullout game is fucking weak. And, on top of that, he doesn't like to be denied creature comforts such as coming in you. It could be your mouth, your ass, who cares- He knows he's going to finish in that hole and you can't possibly do anything to dislodge him. The King tries to shush you the whole time and covers your mouth so you make less noise, shivering in delight when you freeze at the sensation of his ropes painting you.

Pinter thinks he knows better than you. They're always the same- "I'm not ready to move in with you", "This is moving too fast", "I can't have a kid yet", yes you can. And you will, stop stressing over nothing. Just enjoy yourself and don't pretend you don't like the feeling of his cum deep inside you. You're whining now but you'll get over it, you even squeezed so tight around him!

Miara thinks it's silly of you to get worked up over pregnancy. If ever there was a time for you to possibly conceive, it would be now- Protected by a goddess of fertility and conception, loved infinitely! You are scared by your mind's twisted perception of reality, by what centuries away from siadar did to your species. Although she cradles you lovingly when the shock of her seed entering you sets in, she throbs with pride that you are now destined to likely conceive a brand new generation of monsters.

Sybastian's role in the escape floor has taught him one thing. He really likes the hunt. He's always loved trickery, but that sweet span of time where he has to wrestle to get his way is phenomenal- And even if you two play at that often, you've already had to squirm and struggle to get his cock out before he could come inside more than once. One day Syb's just going to get too into it to let you stop him, and he's going to pant like a shameless mongrel while you quiver and freeze under him. He thinks he should have done this sooner, honestly.

Sever doesn't get why you'd want him to pull out, honestly. To him, that kind of reads as you rejecting him as a mate, and no yandere reacts well to that. Some other, more primal side of him affirms that it is indeed normal for you to thrash around some, so he doesn't really perceive anything to be wrong until you start giving him shit afterwards. He's very quick to secure you with several tendrils and to take his time milking his own orgasm inside you, enjoying what he assumes is your eventual submission.

*Hellion is a dick. Hellion likes to come inside you. You're physically too weak to stop him anyway. It all adds up in a horrid little concoction that is bound to go wrong for you. He does visibly thrill in your panic the more you notice he's getting closer to orgasm, sometimes playfully slipping almost all the way out only to slam even deeper on the next few pistons. That look of horror on your face is exquisite.

*Nebul decides where he comes, not you. This is something you ought to get through that thick skull already, and he'll help you understand it, by consistently coming inside your cunt for as many times as he wants. Screaming will earn you punishments, and physically attempting to fight him will have you regretting even thinking of such in the first place. Nebul takes advantage of those key moments where you're in shock to slip whatever messages of acceptance he wants in your mind, forcing you to focus on him with gentle contact.

*Vesper doesn't even give you a real chance to protest. It's so silly, the way you think. Don't lie to yourself, once you feel him come in you, you won't want anything else. It's laughable to even think you'd protest -You won't- But fret not, before it starts, Vesper promises he'll come everywhere, not just in you. You'll soon start asking him to fill you more, to the brim, and he's all too happy to oblige really.

Dishonorable mentions: Santi; Ludwig; Vinnel.

[* These characters have different methods of reproduction and/or certain traits that don't permit conception in specific settings, so their assault may not result in pregnancy.]