#lmk if i need to tag this as anything ig

[princekirijo]

Morgana is such an interesting character to me purely because whenever I see him my instant reaction is torn between petting him or drop kicking him out a window

[yooniesim]

Hi uh, I hope it's okay to ask, but which creator are you referring to? Because the whole cp thing is kind of a huge accusation and I'm definitely not comfortable with supporting someone who's into that kind of stuff

tianshii88/rentbunny/zhuhaitang/yin-shimo

to be clear it's not csam (real children) it's fictional (drawn & in sims), but they're extremely creepy as a person & remind me of abusers in my past that exposed me to that same fictional material as a child. it's common for those that do have bad intentions to use it to blur the lines/make minors feel like it's normal/okay so that they're easier to groom & abuse. this isn't something that everyone that consumes this content does, obviously, but the amount of times they specifically have had questionable boundaries raises red flags for me. (Having a minor character in a fetish pose in a preview on a blog they specifically allowed minors to follow for cc, defending that by saying the original mangaka posed the character that way first so it was his fault not theirs, having a discord server with a dead dove channel that minors could access & saying it was ok bc they had to use a react role to get in, calling survivors that were uncomfortable with this crybabies, puritans & dumbasses, etc)

I never could finish the full post i was making about them bc it was frankly pretty triggering to me & I was dealing with my father's passing at the time, but I still have the screenshots despite them changing their name multiple times, wiping their blog of everything & changing their pinned to be 18+ only. There's also other people that have called them out for certain things (like the pose incident) before in the past. I'm not saying they're a predator or child abuser, since I know they'll jump to that immediately- but I am saying they're creepy and their history of a lack of solid boundaries between minors & the adult content they consume is irresponsible and unacceptable. I certainly wouldn't feel comfortable having them in the same spaces as minors in this community. I personally blocked them a long time ago when they were rentbunny bc I saw they (as a non-black person) liked posts that were calling me a c*on and telling me to kms, but the full extent of all the rest that was brought to my attention was staggering tbh.

When I figured out they were in my server at the time (members came to me with the proof & said they were uncomfortable/triggered), I banned them silently. They responded by publicly harassing me for weeks and claiming that I had bullied them. They openly admitted they had only been in my server with the aim of baiting people into talking about them, and then posted screenshots of... people saying their cc was too high poly, had too many swatches for their liking, and someone editing the buns off one of their hairs for personal use. And they listed off usernames of people that had never mentioned them/were not active, purely with the goal to get others to attack them. They also mocked me for being in mourning for my father that had just passed, and after I had blocked them continued to make passive aggressive references to my grief. And this isn't even counting all the cc issues, taking money for commissions & ghosting the commissioners for months, and miscellaneous bigotry & bad behavior they've been involved in. This is all now deleted & they changed their username to yin-shimo directly after acting a complete fool towards me. But none of my posts are deleted, and I didn't forget. A lot of other people haven't either. So overall, I think they have bigger issues in their own house to focus on before worrying about someone else's cc dress.

[wereh0gz]

It's oc posting time

Rue has vivid revenge fantasies. Extremely violent ones about the many ways they'd kill Nox if they ever got their paws on him. Crushing his exoskeleton under their bare paws, tearing him apart limb for limb, ripping his guts out and eating his heart while he's still alive- you name it, they've probably thought about it

These thoughts *terrify* her. It proves what Nox has always told her right, that she is a hopeless, violent, uncontrollable *monster*. That the reason she became a beast in the first place is because she is truly evil at heart, just like him

(In actuality, it's just a symptom of their PTSD, but going to therapy and actually unpacking all of that isn't an option to them. They'd rather die than actually talk abt their struggles)

So the thoughts fester in her mind for years. She thinks about it daily. It becomes like an obsession. An impulse. A need. And she begins to think that the only way to free herself from that torment is to do it. To kill him. Even if it proves Nox right

Even if it proves *her* right

So they hunt him down, trying to kill him every time they encounter each other. And every time, Nox gets away, and he taunts them. And the thoughts, the want, the *hunger* for vengeance grows stronger

The cycle continues. The thoughts never cease. She never finds peace

(At least, she *thinks* she will never find peace, but she does. Eventually. After Nox dies from his own hubris lol)

[swordsonnet]

témoin, or: guidance for a martyr

and in the morning, when the men come with their pitchforks and flaming torches, to drag you across the village square and to your violent end, let it be known that you did not resist. you have always known this was going to happen. you have always prayed for this to happen.

to be a woman in this world is to be an open wound. to have a body like yours is to have a target painted on your back. you tried to purify your body, turn it into a temple, but it was never clean enough for that, so you had to make it a sacrifice instead. the lamb, after all, is always innocent.

when they strip the skin off your naked body, when they burn the flesh clean off your bones, when they cut off your breasts and leave you androgynous as an angel, you must not scream. your lips must not make a single sound that is not prayer.

remember that your torment is the divine weapon you wield, not just another act of senseless violence. remember that you are a torchbearer, a blaze of righteous truth, not just another beautiful corpse. remember that your flesh was rotten from the start. remember that your body is only holy when it bleeds.

when they rip your still-beating heart from the desecrated ruin of your body, will they hold one last fragile piece of god in their hands? will your suffering have been worth it?

you have to believe that. whatever happens, you must have faith. faith that the sun will rise for you once more. faith that you will leave your fleshly prison far behind and ascend to a kingdom of pure light, where the rivers run golden and the trees bear the sweetest fruit, where your wounds will be healed and your blood turned to honey, where pain is but a distant memory.

you must believe. if you don't, all of this will have been for nothing. if you don't, your blood will just be blood, soaking into vulgar soil. even when there is nothing left to hold onto, no more holiness to claw from your broken bones, you must believe.

fix your eyes upon the light. trust that there is a god above who has seen something to love in your shattered soul and will not let you fall.

don't lose sight of that light. maybe every scar you bear has been a sign from god. maybe you were never a victim, always a saint. the most tragic thing in the world is pain without a purpose.

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

the actor having a cocaine addiction since 1922 and literally doing it off of silver platters vs jack making henrik shoot him up with morphine stolen from the hospital every single night. and somehow both these guys are still alive despite this

[voidimp]

trying to find any information on anything is so fucking impossible these days

[frogayyyy]

everyone reblogging this saying "would you love me if i were vermiculated?" or "goals" should know that this is the second definition:

idk i just really want everyone to know about the word vermiculation

[elfstrogenized]

Absentmindedly picked my scab and was surprised when it started bleeding. Girl, that's how the human body works......

[mother-of-fuckers]

when I was in the psych ward there was a crack in the wall by one of the fire extinguishers that smelled like strawberries. Who the fuck discovered that, why were they sniffing the wall, what the fuck were we all on because we sniffed the wall too, and why on earth did it actually smell like strawberries.

[tabaquis-barking]

Is your biggest kink em*to?

Not my BIGGEST kink but I'm definitely into it :-) It plays sooo nicely with medical stuff/caretaking/torture. VERY fun and versatile little side kink. I like sides heaving and retching hard enough to hurt especially <3

[localkiss]

Heavenly sin

virgin pastor's son!leon kennedy x virgin fem!reader

cw: guilt!! p in v, porn watching (has some "intense" sex ig??), needy sex, virginity loss, creampies, thinking about god during sex, humping (dry at one point), oral (f receiving), awkwardness, CHECK-INS!!!, dirty talk, begging, soft ish dom!leon, pet names, mentions of daddy kink but only once, pregnancy mentioned a couple times, Leon's a sweetheart, goofy ending, rough ish treatment only once, confessions!!

wc: 6k...🧍🏻‍♀️

note: barely proof read and I don't know shit about church or anything like that... Lmk if I missed any tags! Also inspired by @moolvn's bot!

@valkyrurr @marymustdie @tatumrileyslover @frostywintersnow @queenofstresss haii yall ! :3

It's around 10 in the morning, and you're dressed in a flowy black dress with flower patterns on it. Perfect for church and for this wonderful spring weather. Pulling your hair back into a low ponytail, you get out of your parents car. They have already gone inside the church.

Walking briskly to the entrance, you take note of the flowers that are planted on each side that're beginning to bloom in the glowy sunlight. You make it in time to sit next to your parents before the prayer begins.

You bow your head and begin to listen to it. Soft shuffling is heard, and then there's a warmth on your right side, as if a heater were turned on.

Peaking out of your right eye, you see the pastor's son, Leon. Dressed in dark wash jeans and a white button up. He tilts his head towards you and smiles, mouthing, "Hello."

You smile and shake your head, closing your eyes to listen in on his father recite a prayer, so that the Holy Spirit will help us all understand God's words.

Despite trying to listen to him preach, your mind wanders off to the boy next to you. How his muscles ripple underneath his shirts. (which are always fitting for him. Like how?) And the way his beautiful oceanic eyes shine with purity. Especially when he's preaching about how God is constantly saving and bettering him and how important he truly is in his life. The way his brown hair flows in the wind and how it falls into his eye whenever he looks down.

It's all beautiful to you. You'd rather worship Leon than God. Would it be a sin to worship man instead of the Lord? Probably.

Every time you spoke with Leon, you felt dirty. You were filled with these disgusting, sinful feelings. You were afraid of it rubbing off on him and getting into trouble. Getting called the devil. Shunned and kicked out of the house for having feelings you didn't know how to fucking handle.

After all, you were only human. One with needs, thoughts, feelings, and insatiable cravings for a certain man beside you.

Once the pastor stops the prayer, everything else goes by quickly. You try not to stare at Leon while his father is reading aloud hymns. But it's impossible.

He catches your eye and flashes you a boyish smile. You look away. It's quite embarrassing to have been caught staring at him. You couldn't help it.

A couple hours later, the service ends. You get up and stretch your limbs, ready to leave.

A large hand grabs onto your forearm. Warmth surges through your veins, all the way up to your midsection.

Turning your head, you see that it's Leon. 

He lets go of you with a smile. "Are you busy today? I was wondering if you'd like to come over."

Biting your lip, you think for a moment. Looking over at your parents, they give you a nod of approval.

"I'm free. I can come over today." 

Both of you walk towards the exit, and he opens the door like a gentleman. You mutter a small "thank you" and step outside. 

The cool, light breeze washes over your body like a cold shower. It feels refreshing after being in a stuffy room for more than an hour. Breathing it in and letting it out, you turn towards Leon.

He squints at you with a small smile, motioning to follow him. You oblige, putting your hands on the bottom of your dress and bunching up the fabric so that it doesn't fly up.

By the time you guys make it to his house, your feet are dying in the black flats you're wearing. Rubbed raw on your heels by your pinky and big toes.

You sigh in relief as you enter his house, slipping your shoes off by the door.

The both of you walk into the kitchen and grab a cup of water. Heading upstairs to his room. You try to push down the nerves and excitement bubbling in your guts, but it's so hard. 

All you guys ever do is read, listen to the radio, and talk about your guys's jobs. Not all exciting, but laying in his bed and being so close to him is what gets your panties soaked. Maybe you are the devil's spawn. Getting aroused by just being in Leon's vicinity. It's bad. Real bad.

He opens his door and walks in, laying down on his plush queen-sized bed. His hair falls to the sides of his face as he closes his eyes. Breathing in deeply and then exhaling slowly.

You sit on the bed, eyeing him up while his eyes are closed. Noticing the way his veins on his hands are popping out, the small little freckles that paint his face and neck, and the way his lips look so velvety.

Wondering what it would feel like between your legs, your calves, and your neck. You shouldn't be thinking about him like this. It's wrong. But it feels so right.

"So, uh, what are we going to do?" You mutter quietly, tearing your gaze away from the white man beside you.

"I thought that we could just hang out." 

"Okay." You scratch your head for a moment, looking at one of the posters on his wall. It's a poster for The Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time. It's probably one of the only games his parents approve of. 

"Actually, hold on." He sits up slowly and begins to walk towards his desk, fishing something out. He holds up a CD with a grin. "I found this lying around on the bookstore floor. I thought that we could check it out."

Motioning with a nod of his head towards his computer. The thick monitor has the circular silver Dell logo on it at the bottom. Paired with his grey and black mouse.

Popping it into his PC as it whirrs on, you snatch his swiveling chair, making him sit on the uncomfortable wooden chair next to it. Maybe you should get a new best friend, thinking about how you come over so much that he has gotten another chair just in case you guys get on his computer.

You take over and open the Windows Media Player, then double-click on the CD's name. Spice it up in the bedroom! What an odd name. 

Turning up the volume on his mini speakers that're alongside his monitor as you wait for the media to load.

A woman and a man appear in the frame, with a messy bed behind them. She's hardly wearing any clothing, only her undergarments and stockings are on her figure. Meanwhile, the man is only dressed in his briefs.

You feel your cheeks burn red hot, swallowing thickly at the video. Afraid of what's going to happen next and afraid of looking at Leon after this surprise of a CD, you continue to look straight ahead.

They don't even introduce themselves, but they say one thing: "Here's how to spice things up in the bedroom. Watch and learn."

Shifting in the cushiony chair, you unconsciously grab onto the armrests.

The next part shows the woman lying down with her legs spread open. The man walks into the frame and sits on the floor next to the end of the bed. Putting his face in between her legs, he kisses her thighs. Trailing up to the bend of her knees and then to her ankles. Repeating the same for her other leg. 

Then he begins to leave small bite marks and bruises on her inner thighs. With each of them, her hips jump, and small moans leave her lips.  

You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your most sacred parts ache with need. Hoping Leon doesn't notice it. 

But he did, just didn't want to point it out and embarrass the both of you even more than you guys already are. He's always staring at you subtly. He's not doing any better on his end, cock filling out in his jeans, begging to be freed from its confinement.

He's just thinking about the kind of noises you'd make if he kissed you there. But he shouldn't think about that. His heart sinks into his stomach, feeling guilty for even having those sorts of thoughts about you from time to time. He wanted to baptize himself again and again until those thoughts clouded him no more.

Leon always had to shower in cold water to make all of the pent-up need go away from his dick. He was afraid to touch himself. Especially to the thought of you. He thought you didn't deserve to be sexualized. How wrong it is to even imagine your lips on his! How soft and plush you'd be against his body.

Feeling like the devil has made its way into both of your bodies. Lust coats both of your frontal lobes, coaxing you into continuing to watch this sinful CD. 

The man begins to lick and kiss her panties which makes her noises grow louder and breathier. You hope to God that his parents don't come home anytime soon.  

He slips her panties off, and her precious parts are exposed to the camera. Leon makes a small gasping sound, and you snap your head towards him.  

"Leon, I.. I don't know if we should watch this. This is... wrong. I feel dirty, Leon." You search his eyes, hoping he'll agree, but he just blinks slowly at you.  

"I-I think we should continue. Don't act like this doesn't pique your interest," he mutters back. His eyes are slowly beginning to darken. 

Turning your focus on the screen, you hear him noisily slurping away between her thighs. The woman begins to get louder, and her fingers slot through his hair and pull him closer.  

She yells out, "I'm cumming!" And soon her legs squeezed shut on his head, her body convulsing and lunging forward to curl in on itself.  

"Fuck baby, that was so hot," He comes up and kisses her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and flipping her over onto her stomach. Fumbling with his black briefs, tugging them down and stepping out of them.  

You squirm uncomfortably, not sure if you can handle seeing a random man naked. But you gulp down the bile crawling up your throat, mixed in with sickening guilt.  

His cock stands up to attention, the tip as red as a tomato. A patch of hair surrounds it, leading down between his legs. He strokes it a couple of times, lolling his head back with a loud groan.  

"You ready, slut?" Tapping himself against her folds. 

"Y-Yes sir, I'm ready." The woman frantically nods and pushes up on her elbows, watching him sink into her hole.  

He grips her hair as soon as he's fully sheathed inside, pulling her towards him. Making her see how they're connected. You bite your lip as you watch this couple go at it for about five minutes. Watching them change positions and get louder and louder with each minute that passes by.  

He puts his hand on her throat and slaps her face, breasts, ass, and privates. It all makes you feel fuzzy inside, like you drank too much alcohol. The world is slowly starting to spin, with all thoughts going straight down between your thighs.  

But the way he talks to her is what really gets you.  

"You like that slut? Fuckin' taking daddy's cock so well, fuck."  

"Good girl. I know you can take it." 

"Yeah, cum on me, baby, squeeze this fat dick."  

"Stupid fucking whore, practically crying for me to creampie this tight little pussy. Isn't that right, baby? God, you know you want my cum stuffed in you."  

Her punched-out moans—the way she's clawing at the bed and sometimes at him—is what gets Leon excited. The way she can't even say anything remotely coherent to the man gets him so hard, it fucking hurts. Leon's boxers are practically stuck to his cock. 

Leon's hand drifts towards his groin, shifting it so it doesn't press against the zipper of his jeans. He lets out a soft hiss, putting a hand to his mouth as he slumps back against the wooden chair. Leaning onto the left armrest.  

Your ears pick up on Leon's strained noise, and you pull your knees up to your chest, breathing heavily between them. It's almost over, you think to yourself. Just a couple more minutes, and we can do something else. Forget about this, and maybe read the Bible to cleanse our minds.  

The guy on the screen pulls her up so her back is flushed against his chest, his arm wrapped around her throat to keep her there. Her body is shaking uncontrollably, and he groans deeply, thrusting a couple more times before he comes to a halt.  

"Fuck, baby girl, fuck. Take it. Mmhh, I want to get you pregnant so bad. Gonna suck on those fat tits until they're squirting milk into my mouth. I'm gonna love seeing you so swollen and full of my seed. God damn."  

That's it. He pulls out of her, and you can vaguely see a white liquid pooling out of her and onto the bed. Her body is so red and bruised. It makes you take a deep breath.  

By clicking out of it, you eject the disk and put it on the desk. Quickly shutting down his PC.  

Both of you sit there in silence for a little while. Afraid to look at one another.  

The air is so thick and hot, as if someone turned a heater on. It would make sense, as both of you have red faces and sweaty palms.  

Leon's the first one to clear his throat and shift in his seat. "So, um. What did we watch?"  

"For heavens sake, we just watched two people make love, Leon!" You whisper-yell at him, looking directly into his eyes.  

He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and looks to the side, clearly embarrassed. "Right."  

You get up and flop onto his bed, face first. The coolness of his sheets is washing over you like an ice pack. 

Leon sits next to you, practically burning his gaze on your thighs. Lost in thought of the possibility of doing something like what you both saw just mere moments ago. His hips are bucking upwards, seeking relief. Looking like a damn fool for humping the air.  

"Do you think that felt good? Would God like...allow them to seek pleasure like that?" You mumble into the bed.  

"I think so, but I don't know if God would be happy if they were to continue..without repenting for their sins and asking for forgiveness."  

Yeah, you figured he would respond like that.

"I feel gross, Leon."  

"Me too."  

You turn on your side and look him up and down slowly. "Are you... aroused?" 

Leon gulps and tilts down to meet your gaze with a small nod.  

"Me too." Your voice is soft and hushed. Rubbing your thighs together for some relief.  

At this point, you don't even care. God this. God that. Those women at the church don't seem to care when they get pregnant. They just pray and repent for their sins and move on with their day like nothing happened. So, God doesn't fucking care if you have intercourse or not. So long as you ask for forgiveness.  

His baby blues drop to your lips and back up, licking his own lips. Then, he leans down and boxes you between his firm body and the plush bed.  

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him tremble above you. Heart thumping wildly in your ears, wondering if he can hear it too.  

Unconsciously, your legs spread open to accommodate his hips. He shifts his weight nervously, his groin settling on top of yours.  

Both of you moan and buck your hips towards one another, wanting more. Becoming insatiable beasts filled only with lust and need. Logic? God? Who needs that when you have horniness on the brain?  

Leon groans and buries his face in your neck, panting hotly against your skin as he begins to dry hump you. "Please... It-It hurts. I'm sorry." He stops himself from rambling on, nosing up to your earlobe.  

"Leon, it feels really good. Don't—don't stop, please." 

His hips stutter, and he lets out a soft whimper, touching his forehead to yours. "May I... may I do what the video showed, to you?"  

"Yes," you say as you connect your lips to his, tangling your hands into his thick locks of brown hair. Lightly pulling on it, earning you a groan into your mouth and a thrust against your clothed mound. 

Tongues uniting sloppily, moans spewing out, and desire floating in the air. A perfect recipe for disaster. 

He sits up on his knees, his eyes blown out, his lips red and glossy with spit. How can he get even prettier? It's not fair. It really isn't. God really gave him the best of the best, honestly.  

Leon quickly made work of his button-up, throwing it across the room. His wife beater is the only article of clothing shielding you from seeing his chest and abdomen. What a shame. Though you do see a small silver chain, most likely it is his cross that he always wears, no matter what.  

Breathing out of his mouth like his nose is fucking clogged, he hesitantly reaches up to the hem of your dress. "May I?" He whispers, pushing it up to where your shorts stop at your waist.  

You nod, your hips lifting up to help him get rid of your dress. It soon hits the floor next to his shirt. Immediately feeling embarrassed, you cover your black bra with your hands.  

Leon just stares in awe, his hands slowly trailing up your sides and tracing every contour and bend in your body.  

"So beautiful," he mumbles. His thumb feels nice and is also ticklish where the sun doesn't see your body. He carefully removes your arms away from your bosom, kissing the inner parts of your wrists and making eye contact with you for the entirety of this undressing. 

You gasp as he kisses down to your clavicles, making sure to take his time mapping out your figure with his lips now. Dipping down to your cleavage, his hands grab ahold of your waist, thumbs rubbing against the wire of your bra.  

Leon presses his lips across your entire chest, making your skin buzz and your soul leave your body. 

Never in your life would you have imagined Leon doing this to you in his own bed.  

He fumbles with pulling your cups down, trying to get rid of the bra. "Can you, um.. take this off?"  

You lean forward and unclip it, letting it fall forward into your lap. Getting your arms out of the straps, you are now topless in front of him. Topless in front of someone for the first time ever.  

God is getting ready to punish the both of you for sinning, and you know it. Closing your eyes tightly for a few moments as you try to battle with continuing or just leaving Leon to deal with his own battle. That would be just mean. And if you were going to sin, why not together?  

Gulping down the acid that clawed its way up your pipes once more, you shake off the guilt as much as you can. Opening your eyes, you see Leon getting closer to your chest. Ready to plant his love on them.  

He slowly kisses around your areolas, nosing his way from breast to breast. You let out a nervous giggle as he makes eye contact with you as best he can.  

Finally making contact with your nipples, he dips his tongue out and swirls around it. Pulling away with a soft 'pop', you card your fingers through his hair.  

"Did that feel good?"  

"Yeah, it felt really nice." You give him a shy smile, and he returns it.  

Leon does the same to the other one before leaning back and admiring you once more. "You are honestly beautiful." 

Covering your face with your arms, you push him with your knee, mumbling an embarrassed "thank you." You still have your manners, even for being the devil's best friend.  

Some shuffling, and you peek through your arms and see he's taking off his white wife beater. You bite your lip and shift to your haunches, running your hands up his abdomen. Mesmerized by the way his muscles tense under your fingertips, dipping down to a small patch of hair trailing down beneath his jeans.  

Smiling up at him, you wish to return the favor. Putting your lips near the belt of his pants, kissing each of his hip bones softly. His body twitches towards you, and he lets out a broken moan, putting his hands on your shoulders. You decide to be experimental and graze your teeth all the way up his stomach, stopping at his chest. Leon's sounds are going straight down south; you'll be surprised if your shorts aren't completely wet by now too. 

"Can I?" You grab ahold of the button on his jeans, toying with it. Asking him for permission to undress him as well. He shakes his head, yes, and you immediately start undoing his fly. With a soft gasp, you see his bulge with a wet spot near the tip, staining his dark blue boxers. You continue to tug his pants down to his thighs so he can do the rest himself.  

Leon's pants join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You shimmy your shorts and tights off. Both of you dressed in your undergarments.  

You lay back, eyes on his cross necklace, hoping that God will accept you both as you are after this experience. Making love before marriage isn't acceptable, and you've been told your bodies are sacred temples and to not let anyone in or touch you inappropriately. Both of you would be shunned, and God knows what else would happen. 

Leon begins to kiss his way down to your ankles and back up between your thighs. Slowly breathing in the scent of you. Pressing a few on your clothed mound, making you squirm, your thighs daring to close on his head. He gently pushes them away and up as he leaves little love bites where your legs connect to your most sacred spot. 

Moaning softly, you cover your mouth. Your eyes dare to roll back into your head as you try and watch Leon explore your features before he removes the last article of clothing, keeping him away from seeing you completely bare. He moans into your panties, kitten-licking to taste your arousal. He is doing his best to try and copy the video from earlier. 

"Please, Leon.." you whine, your hips pushing against his face, aching for more.

Leon nods his head and nuzzles against you, his nose stimulating you even further. He pulls away to remove your panties to dive back in. 

Getting messy with it, he drools onto your folds, pressing open-mouth kisses all over. Paying attention to where you moan and squirm the most. 

He dips his tongue down into your pulsating hole and groans, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. "Tastes s'good, baby," he continues to ravage your poor, sensitive pussy, iron grip, keeping your thighs open. 

You squeak and grab ahold of his hair, trying to push him away as you feel an unfamiliar warmth spread throughout your body. "Leon! Wait, wait, I-I—" 

Leon moves his mouth up to your little pearl and begins to suck and nibble on it. That's what truly sends you over the edge. 

Back bowing, legs shaking, head thrown back with your mouth open in a silent scream. You can't even feel your lower half; pins and needles are crawling down your legs and into your feet. You're sure your legs snapped shut on his head, as you feel him so much more now. 

Soon you come back into reality with Leon hovering over you, his dick freed from its prison, poking your thigh. "You okay? Did that feel good, my love?" It's so sweet how he's checking in with you after giving you the best time of your life! 

"Y-Yeah," you breathe out heavily, pulling him closer by his silver cross. Toying with it between your fingertips. "That felt amazing. Thank you." 

Giving him a soft, sensual kiss. Tasting a bitter liquid on his lips. He chases you as soon as you part, dipping his tongue between your lips and asking for more. You oblige, and his thick muscle is invading your cavern, touching each tooth and swirling around your own tongue. It's turning hot and heavy as he presses his hips into yours, putting weight on you. 

He starts humping your leg, his cock pulsating and leaking transparent sticky fluids on your skin. He is moaning and panting into your mouth as he cups your breasts. Slowly pulling away as he takes you in once more, completely infatuated with you, it seems. And it also seems the feeling is reciprocated by yours truly. 

"Can I put it in, please?" Leon grabs ahold of his dick and clumsily strokes it over your cunt. His body is stuttering forward, and his grip on your breast is tightening just slightly. 

Biting your swollen bottom lip, you nod slowly. Bracing yourself for the intrusion down there. It doesn't even look like he'll fit inside of you; you're afraid he's going to somehow rip you apart down there. But you push down the fear with a shaky sigh. 

"Just, um.. let me know if it hurts," he swipes through your folds a few times before sinking into you gradually. 

Your body tenses up, and you grab hold of his hand, squeezing it as you let out high pitched breathy whimpers. Squeezing your eyes shut as you try to get used to his size. You can't believe he's taking your virginity. 

"W-wait, stop, stop, please... It hurts." You feel tears forming in your eyes, and Leon immediately halts. 

Pressing chaste kisses to your eyes and one on your lips, his body bucks forward. With a groan, he murmurs, "God damn. I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby."

Your pussy flutters around his length, and you breathe in and out, getting used to him. Canting your hips up to get more of him on your terms, you roll your hips with a gasp and say, "Leon."

He takes that as a sign to push more of himself into you, filling you to the brim. Shifting to lay down on his forearms, next to your head, you wrap your legs around his waist. Your nails dig lightly into his back, eliciting a low growl from him as he tries to calm himself down. Too aroused with the feeling of you wrapped around his shaft so tightly that he can't even begin to think properly. 

Taking a quick breather so that he doesn't accidentally fall on top of you. Lazily humping against you, stimulating your clitoral area while being so goddamn full of him. 

"Baby, god," Leon starts to clumsily push in and out of your sopping heat. Barely even disconnecting himself from you. If anything, he doesn't ever want to pull out of you. You feel too good; it would greatly upset him to stop now. 

It feels so intimate as he continues to hold your hand, sloppily kissing you as his dick slowly penetrates you deeper and deeper. Swallowing each other's noises, afraid of getting caught by his parents, is always lingering in the back of your mind. 

"Mmnn, you're so tight, it's hard to move." Leon drops his forehead onto yours, staring at you intensely. His eyes are soft yet lustful, carrying love in them, you see. 

Maybe you just hope that he loves you because you've loved him all your life. Having known him since you were 4 and he was 6, you couldn't have asked for anyone else to take your virginity but him. Even though he's the pastor's son. 

"I love you," you can't help but blurt out. Biting your lip as he speeds up his movements for a few thrusts before going back to his lazy ones. 

"You mean it?" He pants heavily into your mouth, feeling you nod your head against his. "I love you too. God, I really, really do. I promise, baby." 

With those heartfelt (sort of) confessions, he begins to pick up his pace.

Growling softly when you clench around him or make squeaky noises that can't be discerned by a whimper or a moan. He loves you and all your little noises. The freckles that paint your body. The way your body curves and your stretch marks—everything about you is so gorgeous to him. He wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. He's tried giving you signs and hints that he wants to be your boyfriend, but he is always too scared to say it outright. But now he's glad about how things turned out. Including giving you his virginity.

You claw at his chest, grabbing ahold of his necklace as he fucks you harder. Looking down at his member, you see a white ring around his base. Throwing your head back into his pillows, you feel another orgasm creeping up your body. 

"I'm gonna—it's gonna happen again, Leon, mmphh," you whine out as your legs try to close up, only to be blocked by his body. 

Leon lets out a pained whimper, and then all of a sudden he grips onto your hair and starts to gently bite under your jawline next to your earlobe. It's syrupy and slow this time; your mind goes fuzzy and blank. No thoughts, just Leon. And his manhood bumps into your cervix. 

"Please, let me... inside—can I?" His words are all jumbled up, and you can't help but say yes. 

He speeds up even more, which seems impossible, but it really isn't. It has your chest bouncing with each thrust, and soft cries are leaving your lips. He keeps on holding onto your hair and hand, bringing your face up to meet him halfway to make out with you. Drooling into your mouth and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. With each thrust, his necklace bumps into your neck. 

Hips stuttering into yours, he almost collapses onto your figure. Threatening to bury you into his mattress as he lazily thrusts a couple more times.

A hot liquid squirts into your womb, and Leon lets out a strained moan, dropping his head into your neck. Slowly letting go of your hair and letting your scalp relax after such harsh treatment. Your cunt clenches around him tightly. 

His hips continue to jerk into yours, almost making sure his cum stays inside of you. It's like his body already knows what to do after watching one video of people making love. 

Leon presses soft kisses up to your temple before getting off of you. Shifting back to his haunches, he hesitantly pulls out of your hole. Watching your cunt flutter around nothing, his seed slowly drips out of your hole. His dick jumps, hitting his toned stomach, almost ready to jump back into action for round two. 

"Baby, just so beautiful. I love you." 

You can't help but giggle at that, making more of the sticky white liquid squirt out of your hole and onto his sheets. He quickly notices that and grabs a few tissues to wipe it off, leaving you and himself clean. 

"I love you too, pretty boy," you sigh deeply, truly enamored with the way Leon just is. He's so sweet without even trying. 

You go to sit up and grab your undergarments, but your legs are too shaky to even stand up, and you almost fall over. Leon maneuvers you back onto his bed and fetches it all for you. Getting himself dressed as well. 

Hell, maybe it wasn't so bad to become a sinner. It was definitely a heavenly sin, that's for sure. 

You two stare at each other, lips swollen red, eyes swallowed by the black and flushed pink faces. Your hands interlocked as you slowly began to kiss. But this time, it's much sweeter and softer. No rush to feel skin on skin; just relaxing in the now. 

"What're we going to do?" Mumbling into the kiss, you pull away. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You.. you did it inside of me. What if I get pregnant? I can't be a mother right now, Leon," you frown, looking down at your stomach. 

"I'll figure it out, okay? And—And if you do end up carrying my child, I'll be there. I'm not just going to leave you."

And with that, your worries washed away, nodding alongside his words as if they were God's words. In a way, he is God to you. Constantly saving you, bettering you, loving you unconditionally, and listening to you. You'd get on your knees any day for Leon. He'd just have to say the word, and you'd do it. 

"Was I too rough? Are you hurt anywhere?" He presses a few chaste kisses on your forehead and temple. 

"No, but I am hurting... down there. It feels a little sore. But everything else is fine." You give him a thumbs-up with a goofy grin. He returns the silly smile, nuzzling your jawline. 

"I can see if there's any ibuprofen; I'll be right back, okay?" 

Shortly, he returns with two pills and sets them in your palm, bringing your water over to you. You take them with a gulp of water. 

"I think I've got to use the restroom as well. I'll be back." You let out a breath and walked into the bathroom across the hall. Doing your business, flushing, and then washing your hands before returning back to him. 

Joining him on his bed, under the covers, to snuggle up close to him. 

"You're so warm. I love it." 

"I'm glad you do, sweetheart." 

You both end up talking for a few more hours about work, your friends, hobbies, and, lastly, how long you've liked one another. 

"Wait, wait, wait," you giggle and lay on your elbows, resting your head in your palm. "You've liked me ever since elementary school? Why haven't you told me?" 

"I tried. I tried giving you hints; I even brought you a flower that one time, remember? And, like, I always let you borrow my shirts and sweaters. I thought that was enough, and you saw that, and, uh, just didn't like me back." Leon rolls his eyes and pulls you into his arms. Attacking you with kisses on your ear and behind it.

You squeal and squirm in his grasp, letting out a breathy, "Okay, okay! I see it now!" 

"What about you?" 

"Since middle school. Remember the time on Valentine's Day when I gave you like all my candies? And then, when we did bingo at church, I gave you my prize and said I didn't want it. Yeah, well... I wanted it, but I gave it to you instead." 

"So cute. I love you, baby bug," he mumbles into your neck. 

"I love you too, handsome," you answer into his shoulder. 

It is safe to say that you both fell asleep holding onto each other. With smiles on your faces. You both are dreaming of the day that you both get married and have the whole white picket fence, dog, children, and everything in between.

You'd risk your relationship with God again if it meant that you'd be with Leon forever.

He would absolutely risk being called a devil's spawn if it meant that he'd get to be your lover forever. 

Maybe God would forgive you if you decided to sin again and again. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter what happens. If and only if, you have Leon, the pastor's son, in your arms, everything will be alright.

[llegroai]

This is my main blog, and mostly just used for silly stuff. I might start making my own posts more often soon, but we'll see. I'm also a hella big fan of art, and might post some eventually >:)

[propertyofwicked]

FAKING AN INTEREST

f1 grid x platonic!reader (implied landoxreader) smau

based on this request! (this may need a pt 2 honestly)

warnings: none, just men having the audacity

masterlist the playlist

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[bonbonly]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐰 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a much needed hiking trip goes awry and the man in the woods is anything but your savior. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this is a dark fic! you have been warned! do not read if you are not comfortable with dark fics or any of the following: noncon/dubcon, p in v, overstimulating and edging, mentions of character deaths, gore, mud/dirt/filth, brief mention of somnophilia, violence (ig?), gunplay, cunnilingus, ass eating (and if i missed anything else lmk!) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.3k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i haven't been in the best place for a while, but i couldn't neglect my babies like this! fic's been long overdue anyway but i'd like to give a very important shoutout to my 🎭 anon, she is the BEST and gave the idea for this!!! (also guys if the fic sucks im sorry i tried my best to pull through and finish it 😭)

you had been slapping the side of your flashlight for the past 30 minutes, watching it flicker into the dark forest. the dying beam would come to life at certain times before completely shutting off for a couple seconds and then it would surprise you by casting a dim glow through the twisted limbs of the trees scattered above you.

it had been hours since your friends promised you that they would regroup towards the end of their hike, a promise that was broken a while ago. why did you ever listen to their idea in the first place? It was dark outside anyway, definitely past the operating hours of the hiking trail but it surprised you that no forest ranger seemed to be lurking. they should've been out here on a small cart, willing to offer their help to the lost wanderers that feigned bravery - you being the foolish, naive girl who reluctantly tagged along under the excuse that a vacation was needed. you were envisioning a small resort, or a grand trip to europe in a cute cottage and scenic views. 

definitely not a hiking trail in the middle of nowhere, where your friends had taken all your snacks and packed them into their backpacks under the guise that they'd all meet up again for dinner. well, just by looking up into the night sky, it sure as hell wasn't dinner anymore. you circled around, continuing to follow the indented path carved into the soil with your feet dragging through the dirt, occasionally kicking around a small rock that nearly made you trip. it was hard to even see with the stupid flashlight, and you tapped against the object once more and realized how pathetic you must've looked if a ranger caught sight of you. with a groan, you adjusted the backpack on your shoulders and cupped your hands around your mouth, a futile attempt to see if your friends were still around.

"haylie? jonathan?"

you bit your lip, a frown etched onto your face as you shone the flashlight around. the dark silhouettes of the trees did little to steady your beating heart, the crunching of the leaves under your boots sent a shiver down your spine. that crisp sound echoed across the forest floor. you took another step forward and heard the squelch of your boot pressing into something thick and wet. you crouched down, the dying flashlight your guide as you took note of some mud.

"ugh, fucking gross," you grimaced, tilting the flashlight upwards to see how far the mud spanned. tt was a good couple feet, stretching out towards a small bridge that seemed to connect the two sides of of the trail but you noticed very faintly that the indents on the soil on the other side weren't the ones made by the forest rangers but rather that of big, sturdy boots. you scrunched your face up and stepped towards the only chance of escape from the forest, taking the bridge and hoping that the derailment from the path would be worthwhile.

with each step you took across that small bridge, you realized that the creaking of the wood seemed to cut through the dead silence of the forest like a scream. each step felt almost a risk, as if the rope on each side couldn't decide if it wanted to drop you into the mud or let you pass with no problems. once across, you got down low and once again examined the footprints that you had seen earlier, noting how the edges were still well-defined, the tread patterns on this boot were intact with a hint of a shiny gloss. they were fresh, which meant that whoever was in this forest was nearby and you sighed in relief, grinning at the thought of finally meeting someone other than the voices inside your head that were utterly useless.

"haylie! jonathan?" you cried out once more, "anyone? hey! i'm... i'm lost here, can someone please help me out?"

the silence made your ears ring and slammed your palm against your ear, rubbing at it briefly before continuing your search for another human soul. the atmosphere seemed to change in this corner of the forest. it seemed more suffocating, the trees were closer together and the branches were outstretched, trying to grab at you with every turn that you took. with a few more minutes spent circling aimlessly through this new foreign place, you felt another squelch beneath your shoes and you groaned out loud.

"not the fucking mud again," you whispered, pointing your flashlight down. the light flickered off once more and you shook the object harshly, muttering curses to get it to work. the light focused in on a thicker pile of mud and when you took your foot out, along with it came some leaves coated with redness. you originally thought of it to be some form of wrong pigmentation, maybe photosynthesis worked differently on these trees but upon closer inspection took note that it seemed pressed on. a loud sigh escaped your lips, and as you began to turn your back to walk back across the bridge, you heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired.

"h-hello?" you called out, shining your flashlight around to see who was there, your heartbeat quickening rapidly. "oh come on, don't get quiet on me now, w-who's there?"

as you took a step backwards, your foot had brushed against something and your eyes carefully caught sight of the way light from your flashlight brightening, using all the power it had left to reveal to you an arm that was nothing more than a piles of string spun together, infested with maggots that festered around the skin. the air immediately left your lungs as your body began to shake, realizing the small tattoo in the corner just below the wrist, a beautiful emerald ring still adorned on the limb's index finger.

this was haylie's arm.

you let out a guttural scream, stumbling backwards as the flashlight fell out of your hands, rolling in the dirt. you instantly tried to bend down to get it when - snap! metal claws dug up from under the dirt and crunched down onto the plastic casing, sending shards of glass flying and you stuck in the darkness of the night.

bear traps. shit. you tried to make sense of the dark forest in the night, your head snapping from left to right as your feet traced the steps you had originally taken in order to avoid the bear traps but you couldn't tell if you were headed farther into the darkness or towards the bridge. you felt as if you were on edge, hands flying to hold your knees as you steadied your breath, realizing that you were living in a nightmare.

from somewhere deep in the forest, the sound of a shotgun reloading crackled through the air and you stood up, glancing behind you. a shot into the night sky had you walking forward to avoid the noise but by the time a bullet hit the tree right besides you, you wailed out loud and began to run, terror coursing through your veins at the thought of escaping.

branches lashed against your skin, firm whips that dug deep past the protective layer of your body. your breath came in ragged gasps, legs burning but there was no possible way that you could stop, not with some random man chasing after you with a shotgun. not when you just saw the mutilated limb of one of your best friends. bark exploded from a tree inches from your head, the sharp crack of splintering wood ringing in your ears. they were getting close... too close.

"corre, corre, corre, mi conejito.. a qué velocidad te pueden llevar esos pies?" the voice sang, and you glanced over your shoulder to find the forest empty. whoever this person was - or well man, considering how deep and thick his accented voice was - they were hell bent on chasing after you, as if this was a game for them. when you turned your head back forwards, your feet had snagged against a root and sent you crashing onto the ground with your head hitting against another firm root.

"fuck!" you cried out, gripping onto your head as the pain shot through your body. you glanced down your legs to see a figure standing there with the shotgun in his hands, and despite the darkness you could see the pearly white of his teeth, a mocking smile that forced you to crawl backwards, your body scrambling to once again stand up and continue your pursuit for safety. the man began to whistle, his long strides eating up your wobbly legs that stumbled to and fro as you ran. your actions became more desperate, holding back branches and letting them go just in time for it to whip across his face.

"mierda!" the man hissed, clutching onto his face. his eyes bore into yours, a snarl slipping past his lips as his pace quickened. he aimed the gun just below your feet and the impact of the bullet so near your legs had you tumbling down the hill of logs as you screeched out loud. your mind spun as you hit a log, groaning out loud before a set of hands wrapped around your ankles, dragging you further down the hill as the twigs and rocks tore at your skin. to this stranger, your cries of pain didn't seem to deter him and in fact only seemed to renew his energy as he shoved you onto a pile of mud. you gagged, feeling disgusted at the sticky sensations coating one half of your body as he shoved his shotgun past your lips, standing above your frame.

from the moonlight that filtered through the trees, you finally saw the man of your nightmares towering above you, the shotgun placed between his legs as he rolled up the sleeves of his plaid shirt. he ran a hand through his hair, before tossing the gun into the air and catching it firmly, only to forcefully shove the barrel of the gun into your mouth. the metal hit against your teeth painfully as the edges of the barrel cut into your lips, splitting them open. the taste of iron and oil flood your mouth as the sensation of freshly torn flesh stung painfully.

"you hop faster than your friends, conejito," the man laughed, a manic glint in his eyes as he shoved the gun deeper into your mouth, his pecs straining against his shirt as he was trying to catch his breath after the chase, "i'm impressed. could've learned from you, no?"

the air around you seemed to still for the moment, your brows furrowing at his words. was he the reason you saw haylie's arm just laying around on the ground? your eyes widened in horror, realizing that you too could meet a similar fate and tears sprung from your eyes. the man above you mockingly pouted at your distress, "aw, mi conejito is so scared, look at you shaking..." he pulled the gun out of your mouth, licking the barrel that was coated with the mixture of your saliva and blood before smacking his lips, "this can go two ways. either you sé una buena putita, or you meet your friends." he paused before adding, "six feet under the ground that is. would be a nice reunion, no? you have to regroup with them eventually."

you gulped, utterly speechless at the threats he was serving to you. as if this was just another casual thing to say on a random tuesday. sensing the way your mind was swimming with thoughts, he rolled his eyes and set the gun down, kicking it to the side, "nothing? i was expecting you to scream or beg. you must really want it."

"n-no!" you shrieked, noticing the smirk on his face fading away, "no, no, i don't want it. i-i want to get back home. ive been stuck here for hours i-"

"no, i know... i know," he snickered, "i know how long you've been here. could see you and your friends prancing around when i was chopping wood. you've got a cute ass in those shorts," he pointed to your body, "kept wondering when i could get my hands on you, almost thought you'd be smart enough to leave the forest before sundown. pero, por supuesto, no eres más que otra zorra tonta..."

you instinctively began to crawl backwards, yelping at the way the mud oozed onto your hands which made you flinch with each inch you took away from him. noticing your pathetic attempt at an escape, he immediately pressed his boot against your head, sinking your head further into the mud. the rough edges of the material burned against your temples, an overwhelming pain of your head being compressed against your will.

"where you think you're going puta?" he spat, digging the heel into your cheek, "did i say you can leave? after all the effort i took to find you, maldita perra?"

he raised his boot above your head swiftly, taking note of the way you screamed and braced yourself only to purposely smash his boot onto the ground, barely missing your skull as a dark chuckle escaped his lips. he grabbed your hair - or well clumps of your hair - and dragged you out of the mud, ignoring your weak protests and screams. you grabbed at his foot and tripped him, scrambling out of his grasps and down the path from which you came from.

"un conejito tan fogoso," he snarled, his teeth barred as he lunged towards you, hands quickly grabbing onto your clothes as he tore your shirt off, using the ripped fabric to wrap around your neck. with your back pressed against his firm chest, he watched you thrash and convulse as your hands grappled at your throat, legs kicking about before shoving you to the ground. the small rocks cut into your skin as you coughed and spluttered for air, your attentions on the lack of air you faced for a few seconds instead of the fact that he was stripping you naked against the cold air of the forest. his big hairy hands slapped and kneaded the soft flesh of your ass, groaning at how he had to fill you up soon.

he pushes your ass open, grinning at your winking hole and without warning, a wet, flat tongue drags slowly over your puckered hole, tracing the tight ring of muscle. you shriek out loud, hands flailing behind your back before he growls against your ass and uses your discarded muddy shirt to tie your hands firmly together. you raised your head slightly to get a glance at the man who then thrusted his tongue into your hole as you gasped out loud, unable to understand what exactly was happening. so much had already happened in the span of 30 minutes, and you nearly thought that you were dreaming. you must've stopped along the trail against a tree and fell asleep and that this was a nightmare taking place.

but you're dragged back into reality as you feel his tongue thrusting in and out, fucking your ass with a fervor that has you whimpering, tears coating the leaves that were pressed against your face. his head pulled back from your ass, his hand cracking against the flesh which sent a jolt through your body. your sobs became louder, clouding the laugh he let out behind him before flipping you onto your back.

with renewed vigor, you flailed your arms around and swung at him, fighting for your dear life to push you off him. you brought your knees up to your chest as a temporary shield, kicking at his ribs as hard as you could which caused him to groan out loud. when your foot connected with his jaw, the glare he sent you made you snivel in horror. you grabbed onto a stick besides you, smacking it firmly against his head, his hand coming to clutch at the blood trickling from his busted lip. the gap for freedom once again emerged and of course, you took it immediately and began to run, not caring that you were naked and covered in mud. unfortunately for you, you weren't prepared for the butt of his gun hitting the back of your head, your body tumbling down as the world seemed to escape your grasps.

when you came to your senses, what really caught your attention at first was the feeling of rope slicing into your wrists. you blinked a couple times, eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. your back felt as if it was being covered in little nails.

a low whistle made you snap your head to the side, and in came the monster from the night before twirling his axe. you could finally see his features more clearly. big eyes that barely contained his lustful hunger, and windswept black hair that rested right below his ears. his burly arms straining against the plaid button-up, covered with thick, dark patches of hair.

"ay hermosa, you're awake!" he grinned, as if nothing had happened. as if you weren't tied to a post like a scarecrow. as if you weren't naked, mysterious marks all over your body. he sheepishly smiled, "i may have gotten carried away cleaning you up..."

just the words alone made your blood run cold, and you began to fight against the binds, screaming and crying to be let go. you didn't want this, you didn't want to be lost in the forest to be caught by this creepy man! he brought a finger to his lips, shushing you gently. he buried his hand into your hair to grab a fistful, shaking your head firmly as he let the axe's edge trail down your flesh, stopping just short at your navel.

"shhh, shhh, i loved it when you were quiet," he cooed, "when all you did was take whatever i fucking. gave. you." he emphasized his words with harsh slaps to your tits, reveling in the way they jiggled. he pinched one of your nipples, maneuvering the axe in a way so that the shoulder pressed against your neck. your tears dripped down onto the blade, your body wracking with sobs as his hand traveled down to cup your mound. he spat onto his fingers before sliding them along your folds, massaging your sensitive pearl. his eyes remained trained on your face, gauging your reactions as you clenched your jaw, head hitting the post as you shut your eyes. no you couldn't give in, not like this. he leaned forward to nip at you quivering bottom lip, trapping it between his teeth with a harsh tug before letting it fall back in time for a strangled moan to escape.

"that's it, my conejita," he purred, tracing his lips against your jawline as his fingers slipped past your folds. he pumped them in slowly, curling them with each thrust as he waited for each reluctant noise to fall from your lips. he removed the axe under your neck and tossed it to the side as he sank down to his knees, eyes boring into your soul. his warm breath ghosted over your dripping folds, as his tongue traced a slow, teasing path up your slit, from your taint to your clit. lingering at your entrance, his tongue circled the rim, savoring your taste. the obscene slurping sounds echoed into the empty forest, your wrists tugging at the binds as you mewled, involuntarily bucking your hips closer to his face and taking this as a sign, his lips wrapped around your clit using his tongue to swirl it around to his will. your gummy walls clenched around the invading muscle, your body slowly betraying your mind as you ground against his face, your thighs shaking around his head. his nose pressed against your clit, hands sliding from your thighs to your ass, kneading and parting your cheeks as he buried his face between your legs. he devoured you like a starved man, tongue festering into every fold and crevice, leaving no part of your pretty pussy untouched. he pulled back briefly, a string of your arousal connecting his bottom lip to your weeping cunt, before diving back in, his tongue now focused solely on your clit, circling and tapping against it, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

your poor body was writhing against the post, the rough wood scraping against your skin as you squirmed under his touch. your arms were burning at the stretch, wrists still trying to pull back from the binds but now for a different reason. your body quaked and trembled, held upright only by the post and his strong hands gripping your ass as your orgasm crashed over you, your screams echoing as he continued to lap at your juices. a shudder went down your spine when you finally glanced down to see that his eyes were still on you and quite possibly had been the entire time. it made your skin crawl and your thrashing once again returned, trying to push him away from your cunt.

"ok, t-that's enough!" you hissed, craning your neck to the side to avoid his punishing gaze. his hand shot up to grab your chin, his fingers digging into your skin as he growled at you,

"eyes on me, zorra. you take your eyes off of me one more time and tell me what to do, i won't hesitate to break your bones and drive my cock deep into every gash i make on you, comprende?" and his words made your skin pale, staring at him with blank eyes. he tightened his grip, forcing you to nod your head as he rose to his feet, "i could eat that sweet little coño all day, but i've got something more for you."

he undid the buttons on his pant, popping it out in a mockingly slow pace as his eyes seemed to taunt you. he let his pants fall to his ankles, along with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach. the thick member nearly made you faint, and for a brief second, all that was heard in the forest was your gulp and the soft shaky breaths you let out. he gave the shaft of his cock a couple pumps, his free hand wrapped around your throat, thumb grazing your lips,

"pobrecita, are you scared?" he sneered, dragging his tip along your folds. he took note of the way you gasped, shutting your eyes on instinct. a firm slap was delivered to your face and he tangled his hand in your hair, yanking your head back, "don't make say it again, puta, eyes on me. last chance."

you whimpered, nodding your head as he leaned forward to kiss the tears streaming down your face, his tongue gliding over your lips as you felt his tip notch itself into your core. with one brutal thrust, he rammed his full length into you, pressing his body as close to you as he could. he grabbed hold of one of your thighs, guiding your leg to wrap around his waist as his other hand grabbed hold of your jaw. you were struggling to breathe, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"nuh uh," he cooed, nipping at your cheek, "eyes open, putita."

he slowly began to move, his thrusts much tamer than you originally expected, but that only made you fear him more. you never knew with him. he pressed his lips against yours, not caring that you weren't reciprocating his actions as he let his tongue slither into your mouth to taste every inch. when he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your swollen lips and his together and that stirred something inside him. without warning, he grabbed your other thigh and hoisted both your legs up as his cock drove into you faster. the noises that you were trying so hard to control spilled out against your will. your bound hands clenched into fists above you, and your head shook side to side as his hips snapped against yours. with each thrust, you could feel his cock stretching your gummy walls to the brink, filling you up as you wailed. his pace was becoming erratic, more desperate as his eyes watched the way your pussy was clamped against his cock, the way your clit was so puffy and begging for his attention. he sucked his thumb, coating the digit with his saliva before he harshly rubbed your sensitive nub, pressing down on it as his thrusts faltered slightly. the entire forest could hear your wanton moans, could hear the way you were melting on his cock and definitely could hear how much of a slut you sounded.

his efforts only doubled once he saw the way your back arched off the post with a guttural moan, whining about how close you were. his hips jerked forward one more time before your cunt clenched around his thick cock, screaming out loud as your core spasmed with your orgasm. your legs were shaking, moans flying out of your mouth as he worked you through your orgasm, his own cum coating your walls with a harsh grunt falling from his lips. he glanced up and saw the post orgasm bliss, your tits heaving as you fought to catch your breath. you closed your eyes, your head hitting the post with a thud.

"tsk tsk tsk," he shook his head, his cock pulling out of you with a squelch from your mixed juices, "one thing, zorra, i asked for one thing."

you were too far gone to even hear him as he grabbed the axe from the ground and slammed it against your binds, nearly missing your fingers. your eyes instantly snapped open as you screamed. his big burly arm caught hold of your waist before you fell to the ground and he instantly threw you over his shoulder. his hand gripped onto your ass, pinching the flesh as you squirmed on his shoulder. he let out a small dark chuckle, shaking his head as he spun his axe around.

"sluts like you never learn, hm? if only you listened, conejita" he sighed, and you kicked your legs around furiously,

"no, no please! please, i'm sorry! d-don't hurt me, please!" you pleaded, your eyes fixated on the blade of his axe. he ignored your pleas, his boots slamming against the muddy trail that he was taking. he ventured deeper down a ditch, occasionally hopping over some roots that had you jumping against his shoulder. you'd wince, silent tears falling from your lips as you tried to make sense of what was happening. his cum was still dripping down your legs which only added more fire to the humiliation burning through your body. he eventually stopped just short of a large span of dirt and tossed his axe to the side.

from what you could see, there were lines of rope connecting the trees that surrounded the both of you. some tools - such as a shovel and a pickaxe - were propped against the bark. you frowned, lifting your head slightly as you tried to get a sense of your surroundings. the air hung eerily, clinging to your skin like a suffocating string of rope. the lumberjack tossed you to your feet, roughly yanking your arm as he grabbed some fabric from below to tie you against a tree. he stepped back and noticed the fear in your eyes, a cruel smile growing on his face,

"i trust you can keep your mouth shut, no?" he asked, dusting his hands off. you weakly nodded your head, lips sealed into a thin line that made him beam at your proudly, earning you a soft kiss to your forehead. he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up once more, grabbing a shovel as he began to dig. he glanced at you over his shoulder, shaking his head with a laugh, "la conejita no tiene ni idea de lo que le va a pasar, verdad?"

you tilted your head to the side, frowning at him as you didn't understand what he was saying to you. he laughed at you, pointing as if you were a caricature of some animal that he had seen at the zoo. he ran a hand through his hair before shunting the shovel into the dirt, scooping up some of the soil and throwing it to the side.

"your friends didn't nearly put up the same fight as you did, conejita," he exclaimed, "then again, you were the only one to make it past those bear traps."

you felt your blood run cold at his words, tears pricking at your eyes once more at the memory of your now dead friends.

"were they close or what? she seemed so cock hungry for the guy," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. he paused, scratching his beard before continuing to dig. your eyes watched the jagged ends of the tool split into the soil, sending specks flying about as he went deeper and deeper, "her pussy wasn't as good as yours though, and she just wouldn't shut up..."

the gag you let out was unavoidable and he raised an eyebrow at you mid shoveling to notice the utter disgust plastered across your face. he left you to grovel in your own miseries, his mind focused on the task at hand. you held your breath, your mind wrapped in silence, broken only by the rhythmic thud of his shovel biting into the earth. he stood over the growing hole, his broad shoulders rolling and his boots sinking slightly into the loosened soil beneath him. the ground was thick with moisture, the dirt clumping together as he drove his shovel in, twisting it to pry up another heavy chunk. each heave sent the soil tumbling to the side, piling up in uneven mounds like freshly turned graves. a root, thick and gnarled, curled like a grasping hand beneath the surface. as the pit deepened, the damp earth clung to his boots, weighing him down, but he didn't care. sweat mixed with dirt on his skin, streaking his forearms and dripping down his brows. he wiped his face with the back of his hand, smearing dark soil across his cheek, before he looked at you curled up against the tree like a little bunny.

"it's done!" he chirped, tossing the shovel to side as hopping out of the man-made hole and stalked over to you. each step he took made your heart beat louder, your own blood churning within your vessels as you looked up at him. he used his teeth to rip off the gloves he had placed on earlier when the hole was getting deeper and he spit them out to the side. his hands pinched your nipples painfully, groping your tits before sliding back to undo the fabric that had kept you secure to the tree.

"w-wha-" you began, only to be cut off as he grabbed hold of your hair and dragged you off to the edge of his creation. you nearly fainted at the mere sight but he held onto you firmly, giving you a rough shake.

“you ever see what the earth does to sluts like you after a few weeks?” his voice was steady, almost amused as he took in your distress.

you didn't answer, you physically couldn't. your gaze was locked on the depths of the hole.

the bodies—if they could still be called that—laid in twisted, broken piles. the ones near the top were still somewhat intact, their flesh bloated and mottled with hues of green and purple, their mouths slack, lips peeled back from their teeth as if frozen mid-scream. below them, the bodies were worse. The earth had already begun its slow work, stripping them down, sinking them deeper into itself. fingers curled like withered roots. skin shed away in places, revealing the dancing maggots that crawled over them. some of the corpses still wore some remnants of clothing—flannel shirts, torn jeans, boots thick with dried mud but never together. they always were missing some piece of clothing on their bodies, limbs broken and torn apart in positions that you knew were for his pleasure. the others had long since shed the trappings of the living, reduced to yellowing bone and scraps of sinew, their ribs pushing up from the dirt like half-buried cages.

"want to regroup with your friends?" he snickered, "i'm sure they're here in the middle of all this."

the visceral scream you let out caused him to stumble back, clutching onto his ears as he hissed in pain. you were already taking steps away from him, feet picking up off the soil higher and higher but just before you could make another grand escaped he yanked you by your hair back and placed his muscular arm around your neck to keep you in a chokehold. his beard scratched at your cheek as he growled into your ear,

"conejita i would think twice before trying to anger me any further," he spat into your ear, "not with the evidence of what i could do to you out on display like this," he jerked his head to the pile of decaying corpses which elicited a broken sob from your frightened soul. his free hand forces its way between your legs, harshly rubbing at your clit while you're made to stare at the horrific scene before you.

you bucked your hips, legs kicking out as you tried to fight him off but your knees were already giving out as he snarled into your ear, talking about how much of a fucking moron you must be to have even been in the woods in the first place, how you could've been back home had you just done your job and never showed up here.

"just another dumb. fucking. slut." he hissed, emphasizing each word with a slap to your swollen cunt. he maintained his relentless assault on your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with rough, fast strokes. his thumb rotated and pressed down hard, as if trying to grind your pleasure into torture. your body was beginning to betray you again, your hips bucking and jerking against his grip as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. you cried out, voice muffled against his forearm, as your cunt clenched, gushing fluid onto his fingers. despite cumming, he didn't let up, his thumb still rubbing your clit with the same harsh intensity, pushing you through your orgasm and straight into another.

you were gasping and shaking, your body wracked with overstimulated pleasure, when you feel another climax building rapidly. your clit throbbed against his thumb, the flesh swollen and aching, desperate for at least a few seconds of rest but he denied you that mercy, his touch unrelenting as he drove you ruthlessly towards your next orgasm. your screams for him to stop only seemed to spur him on, his thumb moving faster, pressing harder, determined to wring every last drop of your cum that you could offer. tears streamed down your face as you were forced to endure one devastating orgasm after another, your poor sweet pussy raw from the relentless stimulation. your legs trembled and gave out, but his arm around your neck and his body pressed against your back kept you upright, trapped in your own personal hell of overstimulated ecstasy. your vision blurred at the edges as he forced you through yet another mind-shattering orgasm.

"i c-can't anymore!" you cried out, and he bit down onto your shoulder,

"you will, zorra," he spat, fingers still working on your clit. you must've cummed for the umpteenth time, your body sore and your mind a hazy mess, "you can and you will."

right as you teetered on the brink of yet another devastating climax, your body wound tight and screaming for release, he abruptly ceased his brutal assault on your battered clit. the sudden lack of stimulation left you disoriented and panting, your clit throbbing and aching for the completion that was ripped from you. you opened your mouth to argue at what just happened when quite suddenly he released his hold on you.

and instead used his boot to kick you right on your back into the makeshift graveyard of corpses. the realization of where you are hit you like a punch to the gut, and you scrambled to your feet, gagging at the sight and stench surrounding you. you looked up to see him standing there, whistling a small tune with the shovel in his hands. your arms touched the decaying flesh beneath you and you screamed out loud, tears springing faster from your eyes as you tried to claw your way out of the ditch.

"no! please, please i'll do anything you say! please don't leave me here!" you wailed, smashing your fists against the soil walls. your fingers wrapped around the edge, your body willing you to climb up despite how exhausted you were from the relentless assault on your body but he kicked you off and sent you flying back down to the bodies as you shivered.

"it was nice having fun with you conejita," he sighed, tossing the clumps of dirt back in. you spluttered out the soil, coughing as you hiccupped between sobs.

"no, no please don't do this to me!" you cried out, but your words only went in one ear and out the other. you were jumping over the piles of dirt, your feet accidentally stepping into blackened rotting flesh where the maggots squirmed against your toes. you screamed, once again looking up to him to have some mercy.

"maybe if you're still alive when i come back," he grinned, darkly, "maybe i'll get you out... maybe."

with that, he brought the handle of his shovel up and swung it at your head, the world slipping from your grasps.

[sharkorok]

ooo u want me so bad

or…grumpy!enha being in luv w u

requested: nope

cw/genre: cursing, grumpy enhypen, fluff, humor, crack-ish, fem!reader, non-idol au, I wrote this during a zoom class, not proofread fuck it we ball, one joke about reader getting jumped?? anyways lmk if anything else should be tagged hehe

a/n: this was inspired by @macahoons grumpy enhypen texts that I just adored!!! Such a cute trope <3

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heeseung

-he’s the basketball team captain, always idly boasting about his talents and loves being first place

-the only exception is you.

-he will never admit it but he absolutely lets you win every time you find him at the basketball court and u challenge him to some dumb scoring game where u see how many baskets u each can get

-“OMG HI HEESEUNG!! :3” when u find him at the basketball court and he sighs but he’s trying not to scream at how cute u r lowkey

-ur all giggly when u keep beating him “hee r u even trying?” “I’m just having a bad day don’t even” like he isn’t completely distracted by the way you look when ur grinning at him

-“I think I can take ur place as basketball team captain!” “In ur dreams??” but he’d gladly give it up if you would keep smiling like that

-insists on walking you home from the court because “I’m not gonna be held responsible for you getting jumped”

-and the next time you catch him on the basketball court it happens all over again! <3

jay

-you can’t even finish saying “I’m cold” before his jacket is over your shoulders and he’s scolding you for not being prepared

-sitting down and your skirt is riding up? his uniform blazer is over your lap and he’s shaking his head

-“what would you do without me??” “do you want your jacket back then , jay?” “…no”

-while it’s also because he cares about ur wellbeing, he also just really likes the sight of you wearing his clothes and you smelling like his cologne

-you literally walk into the room and he’s immediately “y/n you need to buy a thicker jacket you’re gonna get sick” not even a good morning or anything…

-“don’t tell people ur wearing my jacket I don’t want them to get the wrong idea 🙄” but lowkey he wouldn’t mind at all

-gets so (internally) giggly when u sink into his jacket because it’s chilly

-finds excuses u give u his clothes at this point …the tiniest piece of lint on ur shirt and he’s handing you his blazer

-“u can keep it ig”

jake

-gets you tiny gifts and acts like he just randomly found them

-he totally went out of his way to find you two matching keychains but he doesn’t wanna admit that

-“y/n I just randomly found your favorite seasonal pastry. no big deal. don’t thank me.”

-BUT HE ALSO KEEPS EVERY GIFT U GET HIM OMGEEE, he has a whole area on his desk dedicated to notes, trinkets, stickers, if you drew on his paper he’ll tear the section off so he can keep it LOL

-will never admit that. to anyone. but gets pressed if you give gifts to anyone else because that’s his y/nnie!! giving HIS gifts to some rando!! D: the cruelty!!

-gets sooo dramatic if he doesn’t get at least a little doodle he’s texting you like you killed a man

-one time his friend asked if he could borrow a pencil and he was like yea man sure and then realizing it was a pencil YOU!! gave him he snatched it back so fast trust

-he’s so cutie patootie but internally…4 now…

-wishes he could get over himself and kiss you all over when you shyly present a little plush toy you won at a claw game he’s RAHHHHH !!!

-for now he’ll stick to “thanks 😒”

sunghoon

-he’s really protective over you me thinks

-but he’ll be really quiet about it, maybe a girl makes you upset and he sees and he’ll “accidentally” knock over her bottled water on her notes, a guy is talking shit about you and sunghoon is squaring up in the courtyard no questions asked

-“sunghoon u dont have to protect me” “it’s not about you” even though it’s totally about you and he will die defending your honor

-one time on your walk out of school a tree branch poked you and u were all like “oh owie : o” and he was following behind before GLARING the shit out of that tree branch…

-another time this guy made a degrading comment about you and sunghoon managed to find receipts on him cheating on his gf and posted it on the school newsletter…cuz he’s silly like that <3

-honestly it’s a little scary the lengths he’ll go for you and still refusing to admit he’s doing it for you

-he’s not really good at comforting you when you cry, so he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could make you cry

sunoo

-he’ll always listen to you

-if someone said “sunoo can u go grab me a drink from the vending machine” he looks at them like they’re insane but if YOU’RE asking??? he’s sprinting down the hallways

-“it’s literally just because ur lips get all chapped when your dehydrated don’t get an ego,” while he’s handing you like…water purified in Antarctica sourced from glaciers with a little paper umbrella

-even smaller things, he prioritizes your advice

-“guys should I have hot pot or panera for lunch?” and a rando will go, “panera!” and hes dead silent but you go “oh you should totally get hot pot!!” and he’s basically booking a reservation

-probably “accidentally” books a reservation for two and forces you to come since “it’s a waste of table space” if no one else does lol

-also if you don’t like someone he doesn’t like them either

-“sunoo are u friends with Ria?” “shes okay” “she said my makeup looked bad today :(“ and sunoo will act like he dgaf

-but next time you bring her up he scoffs and is all, “why even bother crying about her? she’s not worth your time and she’s annoying anyways” even though he’s never talked to this girl

-tldr ur word > anyone else

jungwon

-always speaks highly of you

-never to your face but he’ll always defend you when necessary, or speak up for you, or just praise you LOL

-“y/n actually scored higher than you, so idk why you’re bragging so loud” to some rando kid talking about test scores lmao

-or “y/n doesn’t like that snack get her another” when your friends are debating how to surprise you

-ur name is always in his mouth but positively LMAO

-brushes it off if you take note of this and says “people are just exaggerating, I barely talk about you, don’t get it twisted >:T” but everyone knows he’ll take any chance he can get to praise you

-“y/n is better tho” and everyone’s like?? who asked??

-it’s endearing but he doesn’t even notice it, he just is proud of you in every shape and form and since he can’t really express it around you he has to project it anywhere else he can hehe

-“jungwon do you think my hair looks okay?” says hee, looking for an actual answer. “y/n’s hair is nicer” responds jungwon, not missing a beat.

-“did you guys know y/n got a 100? isn’t she smart? don’t tell her I said that.”

niki

-does things for you without you asking and then acts like it’s a habit

-it is definitely not a habit for him to run out of his seat to pull out your chair for you, but he insists he literally does it for everyone (he doesnt)

-opens your capped drinks before handing them to you, stops you suddenly to tie your shoelaces, sends you photos of notes if you missed a day..

-“y/n you’d literally be hopeless without me” but he’d be hopeless if anyone else helped you because it’s his job!!

-it makes him feel special when he gets to do so many acts of service for you, for some reason he doesn’t mind running errands or whatnot, he’d much rather he be the one who does it than anyone else

-“y/n u forgot a hair tie today?? ur lucky I brought one” knowing damn well he brought it specifically for you ☹️☹️ cutie

-if the train is full you don’t even have to ask and he’ll let you take his seat “y/n you have weak legs, you need to sit”

-he secretly loves being someone you can rely on, no matter how much he denies it <3

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LovEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee ur writing AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

could i request cuddling hcs for Shigaraki or Keigo?

eeeee ok don’t mind if I do I love writing these sm 👌😭 ill do a lil section for both of em cos I got time to kill

Tomura Shigaraki

He’s definitely terrified the first time you ask for cuddles

“What if I disintegrate you?” Was definitely his first response

He was reluctant as heck

The most important person in his life dying by his hands?

NO. 

He’d definitely argue 

And dramatically gasp when you shrug off his concerns

“Just wear your gloves-“ “WHAT IF THEY FALL OFF AND YOU DIE”

He’s so concerned 😭😭

But when you finally convince him

And he settles in to cuddle

He’s got his gloves on tight

And he’s like barely touching you

He’s all tense too

He aint risking anything

But slowly

As time goes by and he gets more comfortable doing it

He adores cuddles

He’ll totally fight tooth and nail to make sure he gets to cuddle with you

Or else atp he probably won’t sleep

And don’t try to sneak off during the night

He doesn’t care if you need to use the bathroom

He’s offended

“Do I smell bad or something”

“No I just needed to use the bathroom”

“Do you not love me anymore”

With the biggest pout 

But when he needs to use the bathroom

He throws you off of him like a ragdoll

Smh

But then he gets snacks from the kitchen on the way back

And gives you a kiss on the forehead 

And all is forgiven 😌

Keigo Takami

This man is the KING of cuddles

Touya, Tomura and Spinner in my hc’s were all reluctant as heck

NOT KEIGO. 

He’s already in

Zipping under the covers with you before you could say anything

He probably initiated the first time you cuddled

Like “babe babe babe babe babe BABE-“ “WHAT” “cuddles ☝️🥹”

But honestly he’s such a good cuddle buddy

Wraps the both of you up in his wings

Who needs blankets when you got them FEATHERS 😭

And he’s so proud like “you like my feathers? Thanks I like to keep em soft you know” 

Tells you the shampoo conditioners and other products he uses

And it’s a lot. 

Ofc. 

But dayum is it worth it

Especially when he’s laying on top of you with his head on your stomach

Bc he doesn’t like laying on his back bc his wings get in the way

And he’s rubbing your sides and leaning up every so often to shower you with kisses

Bc ur just so fine 🫵😌

And he tells you that REPEATEDLY every time you cuddle

Bc he adores cuddles 

And adores you even more

Sometimes he’ll just use cuddles as an excuse to just love on you

But sadly he probably doesn’t get a lot of time to cuddle 

Being the number 2 hero and all

“Fastest man alive” 😭😭😭 slay ig

But when he does have time for cuddles

He’s like the best cuddle buddy EVER. 

OMG ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE ANYWAYS ENJOY IT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE HEHE

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