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clementinesmustyhat · 3 months ago
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momma is so strong! ❤️❤️❤️
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aphrvdisiac · 3 months ago
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OFF TO THE RACES.
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ellie williams, abby anderson x fem! reader.
part one of to lie and love like you do.
SUMMARY | you are in a poly relationship with new york’s elite women, ellie williams and abby anderson, but living in the world of power, money, and lust possesses each one of you as the dynamic amongst you three becomes more volatile and violent.
WARNINGS | adult language. graphic violence. polyamorous relationship. abby calls reader “bunny,” ellie calls reader, “little lamb.” mentions of alcohol consumption and drug usage. possessive and obsessive behaviors. dark content: graphic details of t*rture and m*rder, men being pigs, controlling behavior. adult content: sub!reader x doms!ellabs, doing it in a confessional booth, god kink, fingering, degradation, overstimulation, edging, ball gag, strap-ons, face smacking, mommy and daddy kink, knife play w/ branding, double penetration.
NOTES | so brief explanation: this is my fic, off to the races. it used to be on my original, old account that fell under the user “angvlita” but unfortunately i deactivated that account so the fic no longer exists. anyways, all rights are reserved to me for this, and i do not want it published anywhere else. with that being said, please take into caution all the tags and warnings because this isn’t meant to be taken lightly whatsoever. ellie and abby are mean and cruel in here. thank you, and enjoy.
If Los Angeles was the city of Angels, then New York was home for all Hellbound.
You grew up in such a glistening city, where people’s facades weren’t as hidden, illicit affairs took place, and a fifteen year old was trying cocaine for the first time. It held beauty just like Lucifer, having greater cruelty and an ominous essence lingering beneath its soul.
You wish you didn’t get caught up in a reckless lifestyle, that you didn’t become so corrupted that you were a girlfriend to your two best friends.
Ellie Williams, daughter to architect and businessman Joel Miller, and Abby Anderson, daughter to a famous renowned surgeon Jerry Anderson. The two had great power, control, and wealth – they fucking lived off of it. They were cruel and vicious to everyone.
Ellie was a venomous scorpion, Abby personified as such a nefarious viper. The two together were threatening, and it all surprised you when they wanted you in their circle in the early start of Junior Year, easily befriending you.
You remembered it clear as day.
You were sitting at a table, reading Jane Eyre. It was your free period, and you had not much to do, finished with any assignments.
The silence you enjoyed was interrupted when two figures sat themselves down at the table, gaining your attention as you peered up at the book, and noticed elite scholars Ellie Williams, and Abby Anderson.
They were grinning at you, eyeing you like a predator did with their prey, a cascade of goosebumps running over your skin.
“Can I help you?” You asked, bookmarking your spot before closing the book, and setting it down.
You knew it came off rude and too sharp, but their appearance made you uncomfortable, and weirded out.
“We’ve been keepin’ an eye on you,” Ellie said, and your heart sank, not knowing exactly what that mean. “We aren’t here to ruin your life, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I mean, I don’t know,” you chuckled nervously, fidgeting with your Cartier bracelet. “You have quite the reputation.”
“So you know us?” Abby asked, and you shrugged, unsure of what else to say.
“We want to invite you out,” Ellie added, and your brows knitted together, utterly confused. How could you not be? It was a random invitation, and you didn’t have any prior interactions with them.
You just had Fine Arts Honors with Ellie, and English Literature with Abby — though, you never made any conversations with them, and you didn’t see the need to.
“Why? This is new, no?” You questioned, eyeing them back and forth in the moment the duo looked at one another, words kindling behind their eyes.
“Somethin’ about you is sweet… special,” Abby confessed, and a smile threatened to curl onto your lips. “You interest us.”
“Marrona, at 8PM,” Ellie stated, getting up with the blonde by her side. “Just come by, and if you still don’t like us, you’re free to go.”
“You’re trusting a stranger? Interesting,” you lightly joked, smiling to yourself. “The world must be ending, then.”
They smiled with you, a rare expression anyone could come across.
It was an unforgettable night that you thought of for a week before either of you approached each other again.
Many of your friends told you to not fall for it, that you’d be a laughing stock, and would only be ruined. You didn’t know how ruined you would become, and you simply wanted to know what it would be like to sit in their company.
You were sure it was because of your status — your mother was an heiress, and your father was a CEO of an advanced technology business. You were humble about your life, yet knew you had a higher position in money and glory than them. You were sure they wouldn’t just let anyone in, that they were more intelligent to let a random classmate of theirs be brought into their social circle.
The deeper you fell into their rabbit hole, you had become tainted, and cruel as them. You were their rotten apple, something they possessed and prized so admirably as you were theirs only. Before the relationship was even thought of, you weren’t allowed to talk to anyone else besides them, leaving you to drop all your closest friends, and submit only to the two girls.
Yet, they took care of you like no one else did — expensive gifts, abrupt trips to Europe, fancy dinners, and the sex they gave you.
God, the fucking sex.
It was them at the same time, or one coming to your place to claim you entirely. You didn’t mind it, no, you had become so immune to being theirs, you would please them.
You don’t exactly remember how the polyamory relationship came to be; you were getting closer with Abby, Ellie didn’t like it, and the two had come to the idea of sharing you, right before twelfth grade. You weren’t opposed to it, but hated the twisted repercussions that tied into it.
During all of Senior Year, you weren’t allowed to go out without them by your side, or at least one of your bodyguards. You couldn’t get drunk, only at home, and that’s it; they had this monologue about how dangerous the world is, and how they wouldn’t be able to forgive themselves if something happened to you.
You had no privacy, they always had a guy watching you from a distance if you went out with family, and tracked your location. Your only friends were whoever else was in their group, which wasn’t much whatsoever, so you were practically without anything.
When you all graduated, and you were planning to attend Columbia, you hoped some leniency would be kicked in from their part, but no — the two only got more dominant about everything, to the point they refused to let you share a dorm room with a girl.
“Oh my fucking god, I’m not going to fuck her!” You yelled. “You’re being dramatic; it is better for me to live on campus so I don’t deal with traffic every morning.”
“What if she tries something?” Ellie asked, sitting down on her couch with a glass of bourbon in her hand. “You know we are just trying to look out for you.”
“No, you’re being insane,” you stated, and she scoffed, eyeing Abby. “Both of you have really got to stop this shit. I need to make a career for myself, be my own person without your crazy bullshit jeopardizing it all.”
Abby got up, now towering over you as she grinned. “Such a brat you are,” she mocked, and you shivered, glaring at her. “After all this time, we hoped you would start being appreciative.”
“I… I’m more than grateful for the both of you,” you assured softly, frowning. “But please, I'd rather be in a dorm room than some penthouse where you’re being insufferable.”
“The fuck did you just say?” Ellie asked, hastily standing up, and before you could speak, she grabbed your jaw. “Insufferable, huh?”
You whimpered, the grasp tightening, and worried she might crack a bone. “No… no,” you whispered, and the pair mockingly cooed at your panic.
Ellie shoved you into Abby’s arms. “Deal with her, I’m in a good mood today.”
Abby held onto your wrist, seating herself down, and bent you over her lap. “Gotta keep training you, ‘specially after all this time,” she mumbled, flipping up your skirt. “Starting to think we should just replace your ball with some soap, maybe raise up the punishments.”
“No, no,” you pleaded, peeking up at her. “I didn’t mean to say—”
“Don’t fuckin’ stare at me,” Abby spat, and you whined, looking away as you could feel her hands massage your ass. “You’re lucky it’s me being lenient, not her.”
Abby wasn’t wrong there — Ellie was more harsh with her punishment, would leave you in a puddle of tears, and it would be Abby that had to reel her back into reality. You recalled the moment when Ellie had you bent over the edge of the kitchen table, hitting your ass while she kept her thick rings on, and you were in tears by the end.
You didn’t talk to her for at least two weeks, but she repeatedly apologized, and was no longer able to strike you with no more than seven slaps, and if she did, Abby had to put her in check.
You never knew why you liked being punished like this, like a ragdoll of some sort, or why you let consequences happen to you. You were human, but something about these two keeping you in check was pleasuring, and comforting in a way.
The first hit made you squeal, kicking your feet in reaction. “Fuck!”
“Count, bunny,” she said, the nickname made your stomach turn. “I know you can do it.”
“One…” you shuddered, another strike coming after it. “Fuck— two!”
“Only doing five today, it’s okay,” she assured, kissing the back of your neck, and your ass was met with the third strike.
“Three!”
Another one.
“Four!”
And the last one.
“Five,” you moaned, your ass burning. “I fucking hated that.”
“Me too, bun,” Abby said, picking you up, and let you sit on her lap. “Let me look at my girl.”
She took your face into her hands, fingers brushing past your ears, and grinned. “There’s my bunny, are you okay?” She wondered sincerely, a frown tugged on her lips.
“‘M fine,” you muttered, resting your head on her shoulder as she held you. “Is Ellie mad at me?”
“You know how she is,” she reminded, and you huffed, nodding. “We love you, more than you’ll ever know. We wouldn’t be able to live if someone hurt you, or something horrible happened.”
“I know, didn’t mean to be rude,” you mumbled, and she sighed, kissing the side of your head. “I just feel like both your lives should be more than just me.”
“Oh, baby,” she sighed, bringing your head back up, and gazed at you with immense endearment, you could faint from it. “You are our life. Our religion, our air, everything we want and need.”
You grinned. “You mean that?”
“Of course. Now, let’s go see Ellie, yeah?” Abby suggested, and you agreed, trailing in front of her as you walked to Ellie's bedroom in her penthouse.
“Ellie,” you sang out, pouting. “Are you still mad?” You opened the bedroom door, finding her sitting on her desk chair with an electric guitar in her hands.
Ellie looked up at you the second you were in her presence, and she sighed, sitting the instrument aside of her. “Hey, little one,” she greeted, opening her arms for you. You rushed to her, perching yourself on her lap, and wrapped your arms around her neck.
“Sorry for being rude,” you mumbled into the crook of her neck. “I love you and Abby both.”
“Sweetheart, I know,” she rested her hand on the back of your head, her thumb caressing it. “We know what’s best for you, that’s why we take care of you unlike anyone else.”
Ellie wasn’t wrong there, and that saddened you. Your parents had always be mentally and emotionally distant; they were there physically, but always focused on their own issues. It was either your mother was caught up in her pill addiction, or your father having a new mistress.
There never really was time for you — you raised yourself for as long as you could remember.
Many would say you had no reason to hate your life when you have this trust fund, nepotism lifestyle, but you would trade all of that just for parental affection and care. Yet, that never came, and the only people who tended to your needs were Ellie and Abby.
They came into your life when you needed them the most.
“Our parents want a gathering tonight,” Abby walked into the room, clearly irritated. “First stop is church.”
“Church?” Ellie laughed. “Oh baby, it’s your parents that want that.”
You never understood why your parents went to church. They may have grown up religious, but the things you witnessed them doing led them to earning a one way ticket to Hell.
“We could have our fun,” Abby assured, grinning. “Isn’t being selfish and ungrateful a sin?”
Ellie picked your head up off her shoulder, forcing you to look at her. “Yeah… it is,” she smirked at your protesting whines, and patted your bottom. “Get home, and get changed.”
You walked inside the cathedral by your parents side, searching around for your girls. “Ah, there’s Jerry!” Your father pointed out, taking you and your mother to Abby’s dad. “Jerry!”
Jerry turned around, grinning at him, both hugging one another. You hopped to Abby’s side, smiling up at her. “Hi,” you whispered.
“Hey, baby,” she mumbled, gently pinching your arm. “Ellie is in the confessional booth.”
“What?” You asked. “Why?”
“You sinned,” Abby reminded, and you swallowed thickly as she leaned into your ear. “And you need to repent.”
Your parents were caught in conversation with Jerry, and you sighed heavily, rolling your eyes. You knew they wouldn’t pay much mind if you were gone for a bit.
“Don’t fuckin’ roll your eyes,” she spat, tightly seizing your wrists, and tugged you away with her. To your unfortunate luck, the confessional booth had its own room in the cathedral, and gradually spacious, giving you more than enough privacy.
“Let the fuck go of my wrist!” You shouted, and she halted her footsteps, turning around. “I can follow, ya’know? I’m not dumb.”
Abby ignored you, suddenly tossing you over her shoulder as you screeched, furiously kicking your feet. “Ellie’s going to love hearing this,” she taunted, and you zipped your mouth, giving up all protest.
Abby twisted open up the door to the room, putting you down on your feet, and slammed the door shut.
Ellie was leaning against the wall, joint in her mouth, and was wearing a black suit, a bralette underneath her fine blazer. “There’s our girl,” she beamed, yet her bright expression toned down when she took notice of Abby's unsatisfied attitude. “What did she do?”
“Rolled her eyes, being a brat,” Abby said, and you looked down in shame, not knowing why you kept digging a hole for yourself. “Don’t know why she keeps doing this. Maybe we’ve been too nice.”
Ellie hummed, burning her joint out on the windowsill before leading herself into the stall, her legs spreading as she sat down. “We’ll take our turns. Kneel before God.”
You only stood still, gazing up at her.
Abby’s hand curled around the back of your neck, getting a whine out of you. “The fuck is your problem today? Want to be ignored instead?” She wondered, and you shook your head. “It sure seems like that, bunny.”
“Bring her over here,” Ellie beckoned, and Abby guided you over to the auburn-haired girl, forcing you down to your knees. “Wearin’ such a pretty dress today. All for us, hm?”
You looked at her, hands resting on your thighs as you nodded. “Course I did. Wanted to be pretty for you both.”
“Hmm. Roll up your dress,” Ellie said, and you froze, not moving. She inched closer to your face, tilting her head. “Something wrong, honey?”
“No, ‘course not,” you muttered, fingers fiddling with the ending hem of your babydoll dress.
“Then listen,” Abby added in, and your breath shuddered as you bunched the skirt to your waist, exposing your bare cunt. “Won’t you look at that? She thought she was gonna get something.”
“Did you think that?” Ellie asked, and you hesitantly nodded, her cruel laugh ringing in your ears. “After how you’ve been acting all day? Silly girl.”
“Where’s your rosary?” Abby wondered, and you opened up your purse, scrunching it up in your palm. “Not even a pure girl anymore, just a depraved whore for us.”
Ellie grabbed the jewelry piece, wrapping it in between her fingers as the end dangled in your face. “Abby, next to me,” she ordered, and Abby took off her leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor, stepping in the stall.
You stayed kneeled, trying to put water to the fire you sparked.
The tip of Ellie’s combat boot hit under your chin, raising your eyes to hers. “Get over to her,” she cocked her head to the side, and you rushed up and over to the blonde haired woman, who grinned at you.
Abby pushed you down onto her lap, your back pressing up against her chest as Ellie pushed open the sliding barrier, mindlessly playing with your rosary. “Why are you here today?” She began, yet Abby shoved your legs open, one hand on your throat, and the other snaked down in between your thighs.
“F—Forgive me,” you stuttered, shivering to Abby's fingers glazing over your needy cunt, “for I have sinned.”
“Go on,” Ellie agreed, and Abby slowly pushed one finger into you. “What troubles you?”
Your head fell back onto Abby’s shoulder, squeezing harder on your throat as a warning. “Fuck… I—I’ve been selfish, sir,” you continued, whining to her teasing pace. “Cruel and ruthless to those who love me.”
“And why is that?” Ellie wondered, paying no mind to you or your noises. “Do they deserve it, little lamb?”
Abby put in a second finger, the pace now running a bit higher, but made sure to not give you entire satisfaction. “Do they deserve it, bunny?” She whispered in your ear, her thumb pressing on your bud. “Tell her now.”
“No, God no,” you whimpered, placing a hand over Abby’s wrist. “I’m just… just a brat— holy fuck, fuck me.”
“Using vulgar language in front of your God, little lamb?” Ellie teased, knowing what she was getting at.
She was your God — both of them were. They were your religion, devoting every piece of you to them, would do anything to have their forgiveness and love for eternity.
“I’m sorry, God,” you moaned, Abby’s fingers pounding into you as you were beginning to fall apart at the seams, grabbing onto her wrist. “Fuck— Forgive me, God. I need your forgiveness.”
“You have to earn it,” Ellie stated, and Abby breathily chuckled, her breath fanning against your skin.
“Want to be good for your Gods?” Abby asked, and you nodded, your face falling into the crook of her neck. “Gonna do anything just for us to fuck you, huh? ‘Course you are, baby. You’re filthy— look what we’ve done to you.”
A warm sensation ran in your stomach, down to your thighs as your body jolted on her lap. “Please, God,” you pleaded, tears at your waterline. “I want you, God. I’ll never sin again.”
Ellie hummed, looking at Abby. “What do you think?” She asked. “Does the whore deserve to be forgiven?”
“Might have to work a little harder,” Abby said, and you were lost in your head, your climax burning in your abdomen. “She’s going to break another commandment.”
“No, no,” you breathed, shaking your head. “I won’t do it unless God tells me to.”
“Is that right?” Abby cooed, and her free hand combed through your hair, grabbing it. Her fingers slipped out of you, tossing you down onto your knees again with a harsh thud, a soft weep eliciting from you.
Ellie stepped out of her side of the booth, moving to yours, and you heard the rustling of her and Abby’s pants, keeping your head down. A nude Ellie brushed past you, sitting down onto Abby’s lap, both of their seeping cunts shown to your eyes.
“Please us, little lamb,” Ellie said, and you slightly moved yourself closer, your mouth latching on Abby’s cunt, hearing a soft moan leave her. You slid two fingers into Ellie’s, who cursed under her breath, and the pair looked down at you as you stared right back at them, desperation shining in your eyes.
“Doing s’good, baby,” Abby gently praised, her breath jagged, and looped around Ellie’s waist to keep her in place. “Keep fuckin’ going like that.”
Your mouth switched between the two, lapping up their juices as they made out with one another, sweetly moaning into each other’s mouth. All you could do was admire them, kneeling obediently while you drowned your mouth in their juices, needing more than just this.
Ellie put her hand on top of your head, the end of your rosary dangling in between your eyes, and she rutted her cunt against your mouth, keeping it latched. You stuffed Abby with three fingers, enough to fulfill her, roughly thrusting them into her.
The rosary continued to stay in your vision, almost like a mocking coming from Ellie and God; that once a pure angel fell into the hands of the corrupted, and became just what and who they are.
But you loved it, you loved that they curated you into this way. All you wanted to do was please them, see how sensitive they could turn out to be.
You spent the remainder of mass baptizing yourself in between their thighs, drunk on the taste of their sweet pussies.
You had spent the next day at home, making sure you had things planned out for when you moved out for Columbia. Abby and Ellie had convinced you to live in a penthouse that was about a block away from the school, and you had agreed on the fact that it was better to be with people you knew than a stranger as they knew it made you easily uncomfortable.
Your parents had left randomly for vacation, staying at their place in Milan, leaving you alone with your cat. You didn’t mind the loneliness, it was something you well adjusted to as you got older, and you only ached for attention when it came to your girls, but they had their responsibilities that you couldn’t interfere with.
You had finished packing up your box of books, setting it in the corner of your bedroom. Your attention turned to the sound of your phone going off, the soft ringtone coming through. You grabbed your phone, grinning at the contact name of “Jesse.”
“Well if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker,” you teased. “What’s up?”
Jesse James and his girlfriend, Dina Woodward, were the only people Ellie and Abby trusted you with; which said plenty because they would kill anyone who they didn’t know, and tried to talk to you. He was good, despite the fact he came from a shit father, constantly got in trouble with the law, and blew money on anything. Dina was the only one who could put him in check, and you had grown close to her over the time of knowing him.
“I fuckin’ bought a club,” Jesse started off, and you scoffed in disbelief. “Turned that shit into a burlesque. She’s a beau, you have to come out and check it out.”
“Well, I can’t right now,” you denied, and he groaned. “I’m trying to make sure I have everything together before I leave for college.”
“Cry me a river, come on!” He begged, and you breathily laughed. “You are always so attached to Ellie and Abs, make time for me.”
“Is your girlfriend with you, at least?” You wondered, and he hummed in response. You looked at the time on your clock, reading “9:03PM”, and you sighed. “I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t go anywhere.”
True to your word, you arrived at Jesse’s enriching club. You got out of the black cab, and stared at the sign that gleamed in pink neon “Carissima.”
You hummed softly to yourself, approaching the security guard at the front. “Friend of Jesse James,” you said, and he nodded, easily recognizing you. He opened up the door for you, thanking him, and moved inside, hearing the familiar melody of “I Put A Spell On You” by Nina Simone tune through the venue.
It didn’t take much to find Jesse, his arm wrapped around Dina’s shoulder as the two sat on a lounge chair in front of performers, their soft laughter knitting between the music. You walked up to the side of the furniture, their eyes averting to you.
“You made it!” Dina exclaimed, jumping up, and pulling you into a hug. “I’ve missed you. Feels like forever.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” you said, separating the hug, and gave a hast squeeze to Jesse before sitting on the side of Dina. “So, what made you buy this?”
“Good investment,” Jesse said, and you awed, chuckling. “My dad doesn’t agree, but it’s beautiful. These performers… mind blowing, a fascination to everyone in this room.”
“You tell Ellie and Abby?” You wondered as Dina handed you a cigarette, lighting it up for you. “They would love this, think you are a genius.”
“I thought you would bring them. Ya’know, since you’re attached to them,” he teased, and Dina smacked his arm, glaring at him. “Bad joke, fuck! But where are they?”
“Don’t know, I haven’t talked to them all day,” you answered, puffing out a blow. “But they got their shit to worry about, don’t like being in the way.”
“You’ve been their world since you met them,” Dina said, taking the stick from you. “However, it is scary how overprotective they are.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
Jesse laughed. “Those two have always been frightening—”
“Yeah, but their care for her is… different,” she stated, and gazed back at you. “Known them since we were kids, and I can say they would kill for you.”
“So dramatic,” you joked. “They’re the closest people I have in life. They take care of me, know what’s good for me and I don’t know— I’ve never really had that.”
“Yeah, I guess,” she mumbled, handing you back the cigarette. “I just know they’re fucking you good.”
“Okay, I’m gonna go get a drink!” You beamed, inhaling the tobacco, and got up. “You need anything?”
They shook their heads, and you hurried to the bar, continuing to burn out the cancerous stick in a spare ashtray. You smiled at the bartender as she headed over to you.
“What can I get you, love?” She asked.
“Just a cosmo, please,” you said, and she hummed, turning to the drinks. You waited patiently, fingers tapping on the gradient countertop in thought.
A shoulder softly brushed past you, but you ignored the person, until they cleared their throat. “All alone here?”
You shivered to the voice of a man.
“With some friends,” you dryly answered, eyes focused on the bartender who had her back turned from you.
“That’s a shame. Woulda invite you to hang with me,” he said, his voice thick and heavy. “You always still can.”
“No thank you,” you denied, shaking your head, and prayed for your drink to come quicker, only for the bartender to head into the stock room for a moment.
Oh, you felt sick.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Dina and Jesse lost in their conversation, completely oblivious to you.
Your phone was in your purse, and you were scared to even fiddle with it.
“I don’t bite, honey,” he assured, and your heart leaped into your throat as his hand touched your bicep. “Come on. A pretty thing like you should be having fun.”
“Please let go of me,” you said, yet harsh enough to come off stern. “I don’t like your hand on me, so get the fuck off.”
“Now don’t be a bitch,” he spat.
You finally looked at him, your body wanting to collapse on you. He was taller than you, about six foot three or so. Broad and muscular, completely fit. His eyes were dark, had a goatee on his face.
You thought about throwing up all over him just to get this over with.
You hoped people sitting around would notice, yet no one did, caught up in their own worlds. You yanked your arm back, and scoffed. “You don’t got the right to touch me, you fuck.”
“I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” he threatened. “You come here in that little black dress, and expect nobody to fuck you?”
The bartender came back, and was the only one to notice this unsettling tension. “Hey, honey!” She called out, putting your order on the countertop. “Had to head into the back to grab more cranberry juice, I’m sorry.”
She kept her eyes locked on the man, a pair of scissors in her hand. “Can you hold onto my order for a second? I need to use the ladies room,” you said, and she nodded, making sure to keep the man secure in her radius.
You hurried into the bathroom, your shaky hands taking out your phone. Teardrops collected on the screen as you hit Abby’s contact, the first name on your recent call list.
It took only two rings until she answered. “Bunny?”
“Abby… abby,” you breathily whispered, sniffling. “Is Ellie with you?”
“Yeah, baby. We just got done with some things,” she said, and you sighed in relief. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m… I’m at this club, Jesse’s club,” you began, sucking in a sharp breath. “And went to the bar to get a drink… this man came up to me, wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“What?” Abby’s tone sharpened. “Did he hurt you? Where the fuck is Jesse? Or Dina?”
“He just grabbed my arm. Jesse and Dina were just busy with each other, I was too far away for them to notice anything,” you stated clearly, wiping away your hot tears. “I don’t know if he’s still in here, but the bartender is keeping a close eye on him, and I’m hiding in the bathroom.”
“Stay in the bathroom, we’re coming right now,” she assured, and you hung up the call, sitting yourself on the porcelain seat, trying to compile all your thoughts and emotions.
As Abby brought the phone down to her lap, Ellie glanced at her. “What happened?”
“Someone fuckin’ weirdo touched her,” Abby exsperated, and static rang in Ellie’s ears, scoffing in disbelief. “Jesse opened up his own club, she was there, and went alone to get a drink.”
Ellie texted Jesse for the address, and Abby searched around the backseat compartment. “I don’t know if the gun is still in here,” Ellie said, and the blonde groaned in frustration. “We can’t go in there with one.”
“The one time you don’t bring your weapon,” Abby sighed.
“Got the address,” Ellie mumbled, opening up her phone. “Charles! Hit 7th avenue.”
“The fuck are we gonna do with this dude?” Abby asked, and Ellie grinned. “Talk to me, baby.”
“We fuckin’ kill him,” Ellie stated.
You passed time by playing games on your phone, the stress of it being enough to forget the short horror experience you just encountered. The shout of your name in the bathroom caught your attention, killing your high score in the process.
“Baby, where are you?” Ellie called out, and you rushed out of the stall, getting her attention. “Oh, there’s my girl.”
She hastily brought you into her arms, letting you cry into her shoulder as she held you, cupping the back of your head. “My brave girl, hm? So proud of you,” she praised, kissing your temple. “Abby and I are gonna take care of everything.”
You nodded, bringing your head back, and she smiled softly at you. “Do you have any party favors?” You wondered, and she sighed, shaking her head. “Please, just wanna wash off tonight.”
“Honey, you are not taking coke,” she said, and you frowned. “I know you are upset, but your body isn’t used to it, and you wouldn’t like it.”
“Yes I do! Remember when I did it off your ass on our ski trip in Aspen?” You recalled, and she kept denying you. “Please! Just this once. I’ll have Dina make sure I don’t do more than three lines.”
“Dina couldn’t even keep an eye on you right now!” She shouted, and you flinched, body tensing. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I just— You need to be careful.”
“Just three lines,” you repeated.
Ellie reached into her trouser’s pockets, fiddling with the bag, and handed it to you. “Go have fun, baby,” she said, and you kissed her cheek, thanking her before sprinting back out to Jesse and Dina.
The couple bounced up from their seats at your appearance, clear worry plastered on their faces. “Fuck, we’re so sorry,” Dina said, gently grabbing your wrists. “We were so caught up—“
“It’s fine,” you smiled, sitting down on the lounge seat, and popped open the bag of cocaine.
“Fuck, you’re doing lines? Haven’t seen you do that shit since the Debutante Ball,” she said, and you poured some of the white powder onto the table in front of you.
“Ellie and Abby don’t know about that,” you told her, and her eyes widened, looking at her boyfriend who only shrugged at her. “They would kill me if they knew the amount of drugs I’ve done behind their back.”
“You’ve only done cocaine, no?” Jesse questioned, and you only glanced at him over your shoulder, giggling. You took a random card out of your wallet, dividing the powder into neat lines, a dumb smile on your face.
“Jesse, can you go get my cosmo, please?” You asked, sweetness laced in your tone. “I deserve some of that with this shit.” He sighed, nodding, and getting up from his spot.
There were seven lines made, and you wiped off the collected powder from the edge of the card, sniffing it up your left nostril. You exhaled sharply, snickering, and traded the card in for a dollar bill. “You want some of this?” You offered, turning around to look at Dina, and she denied the offer, eyes focused on you.
You hummed, tightly rolling up the bill. “More for me, then.” You brought the paper up to your nose, aligning it with the first line, and took a heavy inhale, a strong burn hitting your nose. You sniffled, bringing your head up and leaned it back, shakily laughing.
“Easy there, babe,” Dina put a hand on your back, rubbing it. Jesse came back on time with your drink, handing it to you, and noticed the dollar bill next to the second line.
“Already started?” He teased, and you took a sip of the cocktail, eyeing to the drug. “I’m all good, treat yourself with that stuff.”
With you doing lines and being utterly distracted inside of the club, Abby and Ellie were on the top floor of the building, inside a storage room with a beaten man on the ground.
Abby took another kick to his gut, Ellie sitting in a chair with a cigarette in her mouth. “You like touchin’ females you don’t know!” Abby yelled, and he sobbed, restrained by cable ties, his right eyes kicked in. “Fuckin’ touching her like that, you aren’t getting away with this shit.”
Ellie took the gun out from the back of her trousers, lucky enough to find the weapon in the glove compartment by the driver. She flashed the object to the man’s eyes, a vile grin playing on her lips as she stared at him.
She got up, and stalked towards his limp body, standing by Abby’s side. “What’s your name, man?” Ellie asked, with her partner taking a hast note to her facade. “Got any kids or anything?”
“My name is Brandon,” he breathed, and Ellie nodded, squatting down to match eye level with him, letting the gun dangle in her hands. “Shit, dude, listen— I—I’m sorry. I didn’t think she was taken.”
“What makes you say that?” Abby questioned.
“A girl like that… wants attention,” he said, and the girls looked at one another before glancing back over to Brandon. “Can even tell she’s got lingerie under that shit. She’s a fuckin’ tease, a whore.”
Ellie hummed, reloading the glock in her hand, and chuckled. “I think I’m done with my cigarette now,” she mumbled, jokingly frowning as she played with the stick in between her fingers. “Too bad I don’t have an ashtray on me.”
Abby took out a switchblade, exchanging it for the gun. “Tell me when you need me to do it,” she said, and the auburn haired girl seized the man’s jaw, squeezing open his mouth as a wave of protests elicited from his throat.
Ellie pushed the bud to his tongue, and cruelly laughed at the garging scream that came out of him. “Keep fuckin’ talking shit!” She shouted, flicking open her switchblade, and held it to his throat. “Swallow that cigarette, wanna see if you still want to run your mouth!”
“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Abby chimed in, taking off her leather jacket. “You’re lucky we don’t kill you right now.”
Ellie put her hand over the man’s mouth, refusing to let him spit out her cigarette, only giving him the option to swallow it for good. She smiled, pleased with the simple act, and took her hand back. “Got anymore shit to say?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side.
Brandon sniffled, jagged sobs intertwined with his heavy breathing. “You’re both fucking insane,” he began, trying to gather oxygen into him. “She’s going to leave you. You’re going to drive her away with this shit.”
“We’d like to see her try,” Abby said, and Ellie stood up, putting herself aside to let her do as she pleased. She sat back down, opening up her phone to text Jesse.
E: How is she?
J: Two Cosmos in. Had seven lines. Get down here soon.
E: Don’t let her strip her clothes off. We don’t need a sequel to Barcelona.
J: Me and Dina can’t handle her, only you can. She won’t shut the fuck up about you.
E: Don’t let us down again. P.S., may need a mop in here soon.
She tucked her phone away, and admired Abby damaging the man. She was ruthless, yet composing herself enough not to kill him — just yet. His face had molded into a pulp, unrecognizable to anyone as his blood painted on Abby’s hands, his weak pleas being ignored by the pair.
Abby and Ellie got high off of this, hurting or killing anyone who made you uncomfortable. They had been getting away with it for so long, and you had been gullible to it, never blinking an eye to their unknown actions.
They would do this over and over again, even if something was your fault within it, they dealt with you in their own way — but no one was ever to lay a hand on you, and you knew that too.
Abby snagged his wallet out of his pocket, opening it up. “Brandon James,” she announced, pulling out his cash, and putting it in her pockets. “Gonna use this to buy her something pretty and nice.”
“Where does he live?” Ellie asked.
“Won’t you look at that!” Abby said, pressing her boot to his face. “He’s a rich brat. Lives in that building next to yours, Els.”
Ellie chuckled. “Money probably got him out of his shit. Isn’t that right, Brandon James?”
“Please,” is all he could manage to say, dizzy and lightheaded.
Ellie returned over to him, and stood over him before lowering herself. “This may hurt,” she said, signaling for Abby’s help, who obliged by opening the man’s mouth. Ellie grinned, tugging at the tip of his tongue, and began to sever it with her switchblade.
He screamed, thrashing around, but was overpowered by the two women, entirely useless to their strength. “This isn’t even the worst part,” Ellie muttered, grunting as she went on to cut off his tongue. “You made her cry, ya’know? Poor baby was so scared, and didn't know what to do.”
His tongue ripped out, being put to the side of his head. She got up, staring at the blood of her hand, and could only curl her hand into a tight fist.
He fuckin’ frightened her, she thought to herself. He deserves to die.
He was already facing death in a horrid, slow manner, and the last thing he would see was these two, towering over him; utterly indulged by his death, and letting it fuel their ego.
“Kill him. Jesse wants us back,” Ellie ordered, and Abby aimed the gun at his face, her finger carelessly pressing down on the trigger. His face blew, and they both hummed, taking in the view. “Good job. Already called the crew to come get him.”
Stuck yet hast of cleaning themselves up, alcohol and drugs overrode your brain, consuming you. You were sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the dancers on the stage who moved with elegance, and passion. Each one of them were beautiful, confident in their own way that made your heart beat.
“Wish I was as good as them,” you said, sipping on Jesse’s cup of scotch. “I can fuckin’ dance, but not like that.”
“They’re giving a simple show,” Dina noted, and you blew a raspberry, glaring at her.
“They’re doing much more than that,” you retorted, and inhaled one last bump, coughing. “I… I want to go up there.”
“You’re not,” Jesse denied, and you pouted. “Ellie and Abby would murder you, and then me. We don’t want Barcelona to happen.”
“Oh my gosh! That trip was so fun!” You recalled, warmly smiling at the memory. “Wait, what happened?”
“You drank too much, got lost in the crowd dancing with too many people,” Dina said, and you zoned out, attempting to have any recollection. “Then, you bought everyone shots, danced on top of the bar, and flashed your ass to them.”
“Okay, that’s not bad,” you giggled, shrugging. “I’m going up there!”
“Do you have a death wish?” Dina wondered, and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from standing up. “Your girlfriends are going to kill you if you do some sort of strip tease up there.”
“They’ll get over it,” you said, freeing your wrist from her hold. “They’re not here, anyways, and they won’t do shit about it.”
Jesse and Dina sighed, giving up all attempts and let you run off onto the stage. The burlesque dancers beamed at your presence, letting you stand in the middle as you were too mind numbed to understand what you were doing, just knowing you wanted to have fun.
The song and crowd were an echo, intoxication burning into your body, controlling each thing you did. You sheepishly grinned, your hand reaching to the side of your dress, and pulled down the zipper.
“No, no!” Dina shouted, and Jesse mumbled multiple curse words, sipping down the last of his drink. “Oh, we are so dead.”
Abby and Ellie appeared right next to them, at the exact time you were shimming off your dress, and were exposed in your garter belt, stockings, and undergarments. “What the fuck did we say!” Abby shouted, and the couple sighed, watching in horror with the two girls while you were oblivious to them.
People in the club cheered for you, a few getting their wallets out. You laughed, your vision a blur as you showed off your body, letting your hands run all over your body.
Your girlfriends watched attentively, millions of thoughts piling on top of each other, thinking of how to get off the stage, and back home. They weren’t going to punish you while you were clearly out of your mind, but that gave them enough time to think of how to handle you.
They just fucking murdered someone for you, and your flashing your body to strangers. You were more than ungrateful at this moment.
The dancers on stage encouraged you to do what you wanted, cheering you though they knew you were not intact with reality. “Should I take off my bra?” You questioned, and the people in front yelled in agreement, earning a small laugh out of you. “Yeah? Flash my tits for New York?”
“What the fuck is she saying?” Jesse asked. “Go get your girl before she turns this into a riot house.”
Abby and Ellie both rushed to you, having to fight through a crowd just to reach the steps to the stage. Your hands fidgeted with the hooks of your bra, and before you could strip it off, they got to you on time. “Oh, it’s my girls!” You slurred, hiccuping as you laughed, and blushed in shame. “How long have you been here?”
Ellie took off her blazer, tossing it over you as Abby picked up your dress from the ground. The crowd booed and groaned at your escort as you only waved at them, blowing a kiss. “Bye Dina and Jess! Love you both so much!” You yelled, and squealed from being abruptly thrown over Abby’s shoulder. “Ow, my stomach!”
The limo was parked outside, and the chauffeur opened up the door, Abby throwing you onto the seat but made sure you didn’t bump your head. Ellie climbed in right behind her, the door shutting.
“Hiii,” you slurred, continuing to giggle. “You like my outfit?”
“Who gave you coke?” Abby asked.
“Els!” You said.
“Ellie, we talked about this!” Abby protested, and the auburn shrugged. “She can’t do that shit unattended.”
“I’ve done it so many times without you both,” you confessed, and their eyes snapped at you. “You made me this way — fucking corrupted, and shit. I am your blessing and nightmare.”
“You’re drunk,” Ellie sighed. “You need to rest when we get home.”
“Why, daddy?” You asked, and Ellie reddened at the nickname. “I know you both want to hurt me. I was bad tonight, disrespecting you both. How silly of me.”
“Fuckin’ watch it, bunny,” Abby spat, and you laughed. “I mean it.”
“Whatever. You’re idiots,” you mumbled, and Ellie had thinner patience than Abby did — meaning one more insult would cause her to take you in the car. She tossed your dress at you, eyes boring into you. “You could just hand it next time.”
“You are one more backtalk from getting it,” Ellie warned, and your smile slowly faded. “Anything else you need to confess before we deal with you in the dawn?”
“Oh, I can’t have a life of my own!” You realized, carelessly putting back on your outfit.. “Can’t take drugs without your eyes following me. Can’t even hang out with someone without a bodyguard being there! So fucking annoying!”
“If it’s so annoying, why stay?” Abby asked.
You went silent, looking away from the both of them, and finished throwing on your dress, slouching in your seat. “Only ones who take care of me,” you murmured, so soft and quiet, pouting too. “Make me feel special.”
“Yeah, and we’re the only ones who will put up with you this way,” Ellie added, and you nodded, tears welting in your eyes. “Who else is gonna do that? Tell us.”
You shook your head. “No one… no one,” you mumbled, chewing on your lower lip. “Can… Can I sit on your lap? Please?”
Ellie heavily sighed before giving in, beckoning you. You practically hopped into her lap as you wrapped your arms around her neck, nuzzling your face into her chest.
You fell asleep on the ride back to the shared penthouse.
Sunlight crept into your eyes, taking you out of your gentle slumber. You groaned, stuffing your face into the pillow, and felt warmth on both sides of you. Your eyes slowly parted, finding Ellie’s tattooed arm dangling over your chest, Abby’s looped around your waist.
You were trapped in between them, no way out. Your head pounded, your nose stuffy, and dying in sickness. You stayed still, trying to resurface last night's events, yet only blur spots flickered in your head. You whimpered, loud to drag Abby out of her slumber, her eyes adjusting to the sight of you.
“Hey, bunny,” she whispered. “You okay?”
“Did I drink last night?” You asked, and she weakly chuckled, nodding.
“And you did cocaine,” she muttered, and she brought her hand up, resting it on the side of your face. “You are in trouble.”
You panicked. “Whatever I did—”
“Baby, you are okay,” she assured, thumb caressing your cheek. “But you said some rude things. All we plan to do is spanking, that’s about it.”
“I’m sorry,” you frowned, and she kissed the side of your head. “Hope that’s the only stupid thing I did.”
“And you stripped and performed at a burlesque club,” she shared, and your eyes widened, whining in embarrassment. “Ellie nearly ripped your head off in the car.”
You looked over at Ellie, and grinned. “I’ll make it up to you both,” you promised, pressing a kiss to her lips, and she smiled, nodding. “I’m going to clean myself up, I feel a bit nauseous.”
“We had your things moved and unpacked yesterday,” Abby said, and you sat up, stretching out your arms.
“You broke into my house late at night, and got everything settled that quick?” You laughed. “I’m still a month away from attending school, and you’re already locking me down.”
“Better to get it done now,” she acknowledged, and you got up from the bed, padding over to the bedroom’s bathroom, closing the door behind you.
It took you only about thirty minutes to clean up, unimpressed by how worn out you looked. Your lipstick smeared, eyeliner and mascara cluttered around your eyes, your breath reeking of alcohol.
The shower was enough to relax your body, yet still felt sick, considering you needed a meal. You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body, and stepped in front of the sink.
You found an unopened toothbrush waiting for you, and you grinned, opening it up. You turned on the faucet, and laid down a portion of toothpaste on your toothbrush, running it under the water shortly after.
You brought the object into your mouth, and used your free arm to pick up your pajamas. You walked over to the walk in closet, and looked around for the hamper, only to find it shoved into the corner.
Peeking over the basket, you noticed a white shirt stained with some red on it. It grabbed your attention, looking too crimson to be considered red wine, or anything else.
You just shrugged it off, putting your clothes over it, and went back to brushing your teeth. “Hey Abs,” you called from the bathroom. “What kind of shit did you get into last night?”
“What do you mean?” She shouted back, the loud conversation awakening Ellie.
“One of your shirts is stained,” you said, and Abby inhaled sharply, Ellie shooting up to look at her girlfriend. “Did I fall and eat shit, and get blood over one of you?”
“Honey, you did,” Ellie lied, voice groggy and hoarse. “I had to carry you inside, you had blood coming out your nose.”
“But I have no bruises or anything?” You realized, spitting out the paste, and cleaned up your toothbrush and mouth. You changed into shorts and tee before walking back into the bedroom. “Did you guys get into a fight last night?”
They went silent, and you got into the middle of them on the bed, going back and forth looking at them.
“You had an incident last night,” Ellie said, and your brows furrowed. “A man was being a fuckin’ dick, you called Abby, and we handled it.”
“Oh what, you fucking killed him?” You joked, and they laughed dryly with you, but enough to make it believable. “If you beat him, you just have to say that.”
“We handled it,” Ellie repeated, and moved herself closer to you, putting her hand on your cheek. “Now we need to handle you.”
You rolled your eyes, bitterly scoffing.
“Fuckin’ roll them again,” she dared, and Abby laid back against the headboard, letting everything unravel. “Always going to be a brat? Even when we’re so good to you?”
Your face softened into a doe expression, tilting your head to the side. “Doesn’t that make you want to fuck me?”
“We won’t even touch you if that’s what you're trying to accomplish here,” she taunted, and her hand snaked up to the side of your head, tightly gripping your hair. “When are you going to learn, little lamb? Is what we do for you not enough?”
“It is,” you whimpered.
“Yeah? Then why do you keep acting like it isn’t?” She asked, and eyed over to Abby. “What should we do with her?”
“Break her,” Abby said, getting up from her spot. Ellie grinned, turning her head back towards you, and your cheek was met with a harsh slap. You gasped, and her hand slid down to the back of your neck, pushing your body onto the bed.
“Fuckin’ strip,” Ellie spat, and you whimpered, but obliged. You fiddled with the ending hem of your shirt, taking it off, and your fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and pajama shorts. “Need you on all fours.”
You huffed under your breath, glad that she couldn’t see you roll your eyes again. Your clothes piled down onto the ground, letting your knees sink into the mattress, your chest laying flat as your ass was lifted to her eyes for display.
“Baby, you’re fucking soaking,” Ellie cooed with Abby returning on time, able to hear the clicking of objects. “Let’s hold off on gagging her until she wants to say some shit.”
Abby moved to your eye level, grinning. “You want to keep being a desperate whore?”
“I’ll get my satisfaction either way,” you assured, and she inhaled sharply, eyes snapping into Ellie’s. The auburn handed her an item, noticing the pink ball. “Wait, wait!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Abby seethed, maneuvering your face and brought it up, fastening up the ball gag. “You’ve really fuckin’ done it this time, bunny. And Ellie is going to handle you, not me.”
You swallowed thickly, your doe eyes shining with pleas but the blonde dismissed you, tossing your face back onto the bed.
Both girls had stripped themselves bare, Ellie positioned behind you as Abby sat in front of you, her cunt for you to gawk at, but forbidden to please.
In a sharp breath, you felt thick silicone push into you, causing your cunt to stretch. You cried, yet it was mumbled, and Abby laughed at you. “Gonna deny you everything, honey,” Ellie muttered, her hands grasping onto your cheeks for support as she carelessly thrusted into you, breaking into you. “Need to make you cry, need to know you’re fucking place with us.”
“We could easily get rid of you,” Abby continued on, and your brows knitted together, shaking your head. “Could’ve fucking disposed you months ago, but no. Here we are, still putting up with your bratty ass.”
You cursed and moaned breathlessly, the pain turning into a bliss as Ellie’s strap pounded into you. “Wouldn’t want that, huh?” She asked, and you cried in response. “Course not, honey. No one fuckin’ loves you like we do.”
You stared at Abby with teary eyes, your hand aching to touch her, only for the blonde to slap it away. “No, take what you are getting right now,” she warned, and you nodded, your hips rolling and swaying with the rhythm of Ellie’s thrusts. “Won’t ya look at that? Little bunny just can’t get enough.”
Your hands grasped onto the messy bed sheets, nails digging into them. You stuffed your face into the material, lewd noises eliciting from you through the ball gag, almost feeling as if your body was jolted with electricity the moment Ellie’s strap found your orgasmic area.
“She’s enjoying this too much,” Abby pointed out, and Ellie hummed, all movement being halted. You groaned in protest, and she switched around your body, laying you flat on your back. She straddled herself on top of you, intimidating you with how she towered over you.
She popped the gag out of your mouth, your lungs engulfing fresh air. “Oh, little lamb,” she softly whispered, and smacked your face again, seizing it afterwards. “You got me upset, you know that? Treating me like shit.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, the strike burning your cheek before she placed another one. “Fuck!”
“You’re sorry?” She repeated, almost as if she didn’t trust you. “For which part, honey?”
“Just… just wanted to get a rise,” you admitted, breathing heavily. “Couldn’t ask for it.”
“Look where that landed you,” she said, and hit you once more, your head spinning. “You going to apologize to Abby, hm?” She climbed off of you, her hands guiding you around to face the blonde. “Say sorry, baby.”
You were a crying mess, and weren’t even at the worst part yet. Though you were scared, you were aroused; maybe you were as depraved as they were. You enjoyed the sadistic acts they brought onto you, wanting to be all theirs to use, and play with.
You were their girl at the end of the day, nothing could change that.
“I’m sorry, mama,” you mumbled, and Abby hummed, careless to your apology. “Please, mama. Didn’t mean it, I’ll be better.”
“You need to start acting right,” she said, and you nodded, mumbling promises through your sobs. “You aren’t able to leave us, you know that, right?”
“I won’t,” you reassured, sniffling. You knew that’s what many people wanted, that they knew you couldn't be without these two girls, simply as if they were your life support.
Everyone knew it.
“Where’s your blade?” Abby asked, and Ellie gestured to the night stand. She opened up the drawer, taking out her prized switchblade, something she always carried with her, but you didn’t know why. “Got to mark our girl.”
Ellie grabbed her knife, flicking it open, and she settled herself in between your thighs. She was grinning to herself, yet so was Abby, the two only knowing what they had done the previous night with the weapon, and you were clueless to it all.
“Need you to be a big girl for me,” Ellie stated, and you sucked in a sharp breath, the tip of the switchblade pointing into your right inner thigh, beginning to carve into your skin. “Right there, baby. Doing s’good for us, focus on mama.”
Abby scooted closer to you, putting your head on her lap. “Don’t cry, bunny. It’s gonna be over soon.”
Ellie branded her initial firstly into your right thigh before moving onto your left inner thigh, starting to cut Abby’s into it. You were trying your best to compose your body, squirming and softly sobbing to your skin being pierced.
“Mama, it hurts,” you pouted, and she caressed your cheek, looking down at you. “I know I’m your girl.”
“Just so you remember,” Abby reminded, groping your breasts. “Sometimes you forget, baby. We can’t keep repeating ourselves.”
You only nodded, melting into her gentle touch. Ellie threw her knife on top of the pile of clothes, smirking at initials. “Ah, now we can give you what you want,” she said, and you sighed in relief, a smile playing on your lips.
Dots of blood appeared on the wounds as the girls got up from the bed, opening the bottom drawer of the night stand. You stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the burn that scorned, and a large hand pressed onto the side of your body, shifting you around.
“Come on, baby,” Abby whispered, positioning you on your knees that sunk into the bed, and could feel her bare chest brush on your back. “Need you to spread yourself for us, you can do it.”
“You’re our girl,” Ellie promised, kneeling in front of you, and cradled your face into her warm hands. “Don’t know what we would do if you tried to leave us.”
Abby wetted her fingers, spitting down on your tight hole as she pushed two fingers into it to start you off. You roughly gasped, your body nearly faltering. “Stay steady, princess,” she said, moving her fingers at an easy pace. “Gotta prepare you for my cock, I need to make sure you can take it nice and sweet.”
Your face stayed in Ellie’s hands, trying to keep you focused on her. “Make sure to keep yourself spread for mama,” she told you, and you nodded, your shaky hands clawed down on your ass as you kept it spread open for Abby. “You can take it, you always do. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?”
“Yes daddy,” you muttered, and Abby’s fingers popped out of you. She put her hand back on your shoulder, guiding you back in the same moment she let her strap harshly sink into your whole. You cursed under your breath, tears welting in your eyes, and Ellie cooed, keeping your face in place.
Abby didn’t move further, letting your hole take in all of her, and nodded at Ellie. She dropped her hands, hooking your arms around her neck as she filled your hot cunt with her strap, and your body shuddered, your face collapsing down onto her chest. “No no, baby,” she said, shaking her head. “You gotta show us how much you want us. Fuck yourself on our cocks.”
“Too stuffed,” you mumbled, and Abby’s hand reached for the front of your neck, tugging your head back.
“Show us how needy you are, pathetic bitch,” Abby spat, and you whimpered, but compiled, gently bouncing yourself on both silicone objects. “Yeah, that’s it, bunny. Fuckin’ take everything we give you.”
Ellie’s was captivated by the way your cunt swallowed her strap, dripping and soaking it already. “This is all you wanted, right?” She taunted, breathlessly chuckling. “Just wanted us to make you cock drunk, for us to treat you like the dumb whore you are.”
“Y—Yes, yes!” You choked out, rolling your hips as your body began to endure the scorching pleasure. “Oh my god, feels s’fucking good, please.”
“You’re barely fuckin’ two minutes in on fucking yourself,” Abby laughed, bringing your head back and laid down on her shoulder, forcing you to look up at her, “And you’re already falling apart. Can even hear how wet your pussy is.”
“Want to be fucked, please,” you breathed, on a brink of sobs. “Can’t do it on my own.”
“You have to earn it, love,” she stated, and grinned. “Show us how bad you need us, want us to fuck your pretty holes.”
You pouted, and she shoved your head back forward, a spin of dizziness whirling in your brain. Ellie sadistically smirked in front of you, her hands laid on your thighs, and tilted her to the side. “Looks you’re about to cry, little lamb,” she teased, and you kept heavy eye contact as your holes stretched further with every desperate bounce. “Got nothing to cry about, honey. You brought this on yourself, you know that.”
“S—said sorry, daddy. I’m sorry,” your breath shook, sobs threatening to spill from you. You were overfilled with needs, feeling as if you were in heat, and only they could put the fire out. You could fuck yourself good, but they could make you feel orgasmic tides crash into your soul, and take you in one.
“Only saying sorry ‘cause you’re not getting what you want,” Ellie said, and you were quick to deny it. “Don’t fuckin’ lie, you know how much we hate that.”
“Please, please,” you begged. “I’ll be so good, won’t be a brat ever again.”
“Fucking lying again,” Ellie scoffed, and Abby grinned, smacking your ass. “Don’t worry baby, we like when you are; means we get to see you cry and break.”
You were stuck in the middle of these two, falling apart on their cocks as they observed you, waiting for you to break down into sobs. This was their whole pride, everything they fucking thrived off of, and if it made them the happiest they’ve ever been, you would them hurt you over and over again.
Your bouncing turned rapid, breasts in sync, and porngraphic noises drawing out of you. Your sensitive spots were being hit at, your eyes rolling back, and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen. Your hands reached out for one of them, but they denied you of it, leading you to fall into pits of sobs.
“There it is,” Abby growled. “Just what we wanted.”
“Can’t do it,” you sobbed, shaking your head. “Please, need mama. Need your help, please.”
“Yeah, bunny? Need us to take over?” She asked, mockery tangled in her tone. “Can’t use that silly brain of yours, huh? Our poor baby that’s useless.”
Her words mixed in with the fire that bubbled inside of you, expanding into your thighs. “Fuck me, fuck me,” you babbled, choking on your tears. “Need it s’bad, please. Just fuck me.”
Ellie halted your movements, and kissed your cheek. “We got you, honey. Let us do whatever we want, okay? We need to fill your holes, want to see it leak out of you.”
The duo situated themselves before handling you to stretch your form better, your knees locking place to keep you up. Abby braced her hands on your waist before her strap brutally thrusted into you, Ellie following the same tempo shortly after.
You could feel yourself being split open, Abby’s hands residing on your hips as Ellie’s let hers rest on the sides of your breasts. Their noises were shaky, rough, and undeniably lewd, a string of curses muttering out of them.
They would always be hypnotized by you, your body, and how fucking well you always took them. They would fuck you hours on end, and they have before, but they couldn’t get enough it. It was a fucking drug, worse than any they’ve taken. Everything about you was addicting and pure perfection to their eyes, knowing that they would be the only ones who could see you crumble under them like this, let them take control of you, and tear you apart.
They wanted to fucking spend the rest of their life in your pussy, fucking destroying it, and letting it cry with you.
Raw lust was a firestorm on your skin, sinking into your body, and coursing through you. Your climax was overrode, about to collapse on you, and take you entirely, just needing to be free. Your legs trembled, slowly weakening, and a muscular arm snaked around your waist to lock you in.
“Our pretty girl needs to cum,” she acknowledged, and Ellie’s fingers furiously hooked around your throat, squeezing it. “What do you think, babe? We let her cum?”
“Don’t know if she deserves it,” Ellie said, and your sobs were uncontrollable; your body was breaking, haze clouded in your head, and your high was unbearable over the limit. “You want to cum, little lamb? ‘M having too much fun seeing you like this.”
“Wanna cum, need to cum,” you blubbered, breath hallowed, and could feel them so far into you, you could almost swear they were poking at your stomach. “I’ll be so good forever. ‘M your girl, only yours; won’t ever be ungrateful again.”
Ellie grinned. “You mean that, honey?”
You mindlessly nodded, agreeing anything just so you could cum — it was fucking torturous.
“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Abby said, and you exhaled in relief, your body relaxing to her permission. Like a violent hit, your high crashed out of you causing your body to jump and shudder. Abby kept her arm around you, the pair not being done with you until they came.
You could hear the sploshing of your juices as Ellie viciously rammed into you, Abby’s cock abusing your tight hole with absolutely no remorse. You were there, letting yourself be their garbage waste, waiting for them to fill you up.
“Imagine if we could fuckin’ put a baby in her,” Abby laughed, her moans knitted into it. “Make her our bitch forever, wouldn’t be able to leave us then.”
“That what you want, angel? For us to make you a pretty mommy?” Ellie asked, and you blankly agreed, braindead and numb. “Keep you trapped forever, nowhere to fuckin’ go.”
Abby and Ellie always considered that; having a family with you, though they never practically discussed it with you, or if that’s what you wanted. They truly wanted you in their life forever, needed you in every way that would kill them if they couldn’t have it. And if you did try to exit out of their lives, they would find a solution to reel you back in.
“Mama gonna fill your hole, ‘kay?” Abby warned, and you hummed, falling in and out of reality. Ellie left her on your throat as extra leverage as she continued to hammer herself into you, her own climax trailing behind the blonde’s.
A symphony of vulgar, raw noises echoed throughout the bedroom, and your second peak surfaced in the depths of your belly, your body frail and trembling.
“Fuck, baby, baby, baby,” Ellie cried out, her nails clawing into your skin, and Abby’s hands crept down to your cheeks, clawing into them. Your skin was running hot and wild, their body heat radiating onto you as the room smelt of filth and sweat, shameless moans and whimpers wailing out of all three of you.
Your cunt and hole were stuffed with cum from their straps with Abby and Ellie’s climax dripped out of their sweet pussies. They pushed themselves out of you, and you fell back on the bed, gathering lungfuls of breaths.
“Won’t you look at that?” Abby said, her and Ellie mesmerized by their cum leaking out of your holes, their initials branded into your thighs. “So fuckin’ pretty, all for us to look at.”
“Head… hurts,” is all you could manage to say, curling up into a ball.
The girls took off their object, dropping it to the floor as they separated to obtain things for you. Abby went to the kitchen, grabbing cold water, painkillers, and a box of cherries for you; Ellie was in the bathroom, wetting a rag, and seized the first aid kit.
They rushed to your side in under a minute, worried that they might have finally done it this time.
“Baby, you with us?” Ellie panicked, and you nodded, sleep wanting to take you. “Can you sit up for us, please?”
“Can’t,” you whimpered, and Abby sighed, helping to pick you up. She kissed the side of your head, holding you sit up while Ellie aided you.
“You did so good for us, sweetheart,” Ellie cooed, running the cloth over your aching cunt and hole as you hissed in response. “I know, I know. Just need to make sure we clean you up well, okay?”
Abby brought up the glass of water to lips, stroking the side of your head while you took slow sips. “There we go, there’s our tough girl,” she whispered, and opened up the bottle of painkillers, inserting two pills in your mouth, returning the glass back to your mouth afterwards. “We’re so proud of you. You’re okay, bunny, we’re almost done.”
Ellie soothed your wounds with hydrogen peroxide, putting bandaids over it after. She put a chaste kiss to your hip, and you smiled small, thanking her. “You want to get some rest?” She asked, and you nodded. “Okay, honey, let us change the sheets while you eat some food, yeah?”
Abby carried to the loveseat sofa that sat in the corner of the bedroom, handing you the box of cherries as she helped out Ellie. The two weren’t even cleaned up, but made sure you were comfortable and okay before they were.
You wanted to cry.
They’re so fucking perfect, you said in your head.
You had eaten about five cherries by the time they fixed up the mattress, and put new sheets on top of it. You set the food next to you, and Abby returned to you, scooping you into her arms as you grasped onto her, sitting you on the edge of the bed.
Ellie picked out a new set of pajamas for you, changing you into new underwear, and a soft, pink nightgown. “Get some rest, and we’re gonna get ourselves fixed, ‘kay?” She said, guiding you under the duvet covers, and made sure you were tucked in. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
You hummed, your eyes drooping, and let rest take over you. You felt them press a loving kiss to your forehead before you passed out.
You could hear your ringtone tune, lulling you out of your slumber. You let it go through as it shut up a few seconds later, and you groaned, trying to fall back asleep.
Then, the ringtone came back, and the buzzing added onto it. Your hand reached for your phone, finding it laying next to you. You grabbed it, squinting to who was calling.
Joel Miller, the contact name flashed.
Why the fuck was Joel calling?
You noticed the time, seeing it to be 4PM — how fucking long were you asleep for?
You swiped the button right, bringing the device up to your ear. “Hello?” You mumbled, clearly exhausted and groggy.
“Hey, kid. I was wonderin’ if Ellie was with you?” He asked, trying to sound calm, but wasn’t. You instantly sat up, finding a note on the nightstand, and you picked it up.
Abby and I went out to get some things. Be back as soon as we can. Love you always, sweet girl.
Xo, Ellie.
“Um, no,” you answered, putting the note down. “Why? Did something happen?”
There was silence for a moment. “The cops are here, asking for her.”
“Cops. Why?” You asked, fear streaming through your whole body.
“They’re accusing her of murder,” Joel said, and you swallowed thickly. “Someone reported their friend missing — a Brandon James — saying how they saw him leave with Ellie, and Abby.”
Memories now began to flick in your brain, like bright lights, and bile burned at your throat.
The shirt. The red on the shirt.
Blood.
“We handled it,” you recalled Ellie saying.
“We handled it” was code for “we killed someone.”
You remembered the Brandon guy harassing you, grabbing your arm, and it sent you into full panic mode. You remember calling Abby about it, and Ellie giving you coke to distract you for the meantime. You remembered them not being with you for a while, keeping you with Dina and Jesse.
They needed you blind and gullible.
“Are you sure it’s even her description? People just say shit ‘cause they hate her,” you said, holding yourself together. “And Abby? That’s crazy.”
“Another person at the club supported it by saying they saw the two walking out with you,” Joel continued, and you quietly cursed under your breath, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “They were there, so were you.”
You went quiet as you heard some shuffling over the line.
“Do you know something?” He asked.
“I don’t,” you said, sincerity mingled in your words. “I promise I don’t. And I don’t remember anything about being at a club, I’m sorry.”
“Okay, well if you see her or them, call me,” Joel said, and you hummed, hanging up the call immediately. You let go of your shaky breaths, and nodded to yourself as a waterfall of hot tears streamed down your cheeks.
You couldn’t stop thinking of the shirt. It had someone’s blood on it, and they were dumb enough to leave it at home. You knew Jesse and Dina wouldn’t narc them out, they were the same as Ellie and Abby.
You were alone in this; you had the choice of coming forward with the shirt, or keeping your head down, being naive to everything.
Everything started to make sense — the possession, the house, the authority you had given them. They never wanted you to leave, and they eliminated any threats, even ones that hurt you. You were glad they were there at your beck and call, but you never knew it would go to the extremes of murder. You were starting to worry that this wasn’t the first time they did this, but the first time it was starting to catch up with them.
You continued to sob as you went through your phone contacts, and clicked your mother’s number.
It took a few rings until she picked up. “Hello?”
“Momma…” you sobbed out, not knowing how to explain what you were thinking without exposing a lot of things. “Momma, I’m worried.”
Your parents weren’t entirely neglectful — if you really needed them, they were there, and would never get mad at you for anything, even if you had some fault in it. They had their fatal flaws, ones that even affected you, but they’d drop everything if you were in danger.
You never knew why that was, but you appreciated it.
“What’s wrong, dear? What happened?” She asked. “Why are you crying?”
“I think something bad happened,” you sobbed, sniffling. “And… and I can’t be here, in the city. It’s a lot to explain, but can I stay with you in Milan? Please?”
“You’re worrying me, cherie,” she said, and you broke down further, everything in the room spinning with you. “You can come stay. Are you at home?”
“At this penthouse… I’ll send the address to Tony,” you stated, trying to steady your breathing. “Thank you, momma.”
“Of course,” she softly responded, and the line went dead. You rushed down to your feet, running into the walk-in closet, and grabbed a suitcase. You tossed random amounts of clothes until the baggage couldn’t take anymore; you could buy more stuff in Milan.
You tossed your hygienic products on top of the clothes, and before you were going to zip up the luggage, your eyes averted to the hamper. You contemplated taking the shirt with you, burning it in another country so nothing would be traced back to them.
You couldn’t tamper with evidence. But these were your girls, and it was your turn to take care of them, even if their actions made you sick at this very moment. You grabbed the bloody shirt, tucking it under your clothes, and zipped up the suitcase. You put on your sneakers, and tossed a leather jacket over your nightgown.
Abby’s jacket.
You shrugged it off, and grabbed your cell phone, putting it in your purse. You double checked to see if you had everything in your purse before rushing yourself out of the penthouse, and into the elevator.
You didn’t need to leave a note, or anything of that sort. You couldn’t talk to them for a while, not until you made sure you weren’t crazy or overthinking this whole situation. But the shirt was enough to confirm the first of your suspicions, and what Ellie said.
“We handled it”, her voice kept playing in your head, like a broken record.
For now, you needed to isolate yourself; besides, it wasn’t like they would find you.
That wasn’t possible.
You hoped.
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mrsparrasblog · 6 months ago
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Randome TF141 headcanons
Some of them are weird. But I just know.
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Price:
Never go to the toilet after him
has a hut in the forest for fishing but mostly ends up fucking a local in there
because this man is a whore
he is still the most loyal when he is in a relationship
his favorite food is Shepard's pie or red jelly but not the green one and no one understands why
has so hard Daddy issues that he fathers everyone
uses AXE dark temptation to get rid of the cigar smell in his house
smells like Tom Ford tobacco vanilla
his love language is gift - giving and acts of service
NSFW:
he is a munch everyone knows it but still he is the biggest munch
Breeding kink
He is a whore but just because he thinks he doesn't deserve more than a one nighstands , please give this man a soft wife to dot on - preferably me
he hates Anal sex but riming is okay in his cards
says he is straight but bottomed Simon and Johnny on many occasions and likes to get blowies from or favorite pretty boy :)
prefers hair down there
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Ghost:
He only Shops at Lidl you will never see him at Tesco or Sainsbury, even with all the coupons and tricks Lidl is cheaper. You will never see him somewhere else.
He hates London with all his heart, if there were a hate page for London he would be the admin. Dirty tube, bad football, and too many tourists.
He has a deep hate against a parrot, if parrots have zero haters he is dead.
Read Jane Austin and enjoyed it.
Has a book of stupid jokes in his apartment and laughs about them
When he is in love he is the cutest man alive, but somehow still creepy, he knows your favorite things in everything even your favorite underwear company even tho you never told anyone.
uses 5 - 1 shampoo .... from Lidl (still very keen on hygiene) 
NSFW 
He watches stepsiblings' porn unapologetically 
Has a mommy kink. I could go into heavy detail about it
He isn't a rough lover more of a service Dom 
Doesn't care about hair down there
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Soap: 
He sometimes feels left out in his family, his siblings have children and "normal" jobs. His family doesn't see his lifestyle as something to be proud of
Except for his mom, he is such a momma boy but in a good way.
Was a sperm doner once (more than once) but only because he is a good guy with fertile genes 
His mohawk was an accident, he decided it looked "fresh" so it stayed.
Watches DC instead of Marvel...... why?
Uses Hugo Boss, bottled Night, got it from his grandma, and never used anything else
NSFW: 
Gaz was his BI awakening: after las Almas and the broken shoulder he couldn't wank himself properly, and he got so frustrated because he couldn't even sleep properly with a woman because of it, and he didn't just want to go to the Pub and say "Hey my shoulder is broken can you wank me". So in his half-drunk state, he asked Gaz. And after promising each other they would never talk about it, Kyle did help him. Johnny never cummed that fast. He isn't sure if it was because of Kyle's skilled hands, Kyle's fucking hot body, or that he didn't have a wank in two weeks. And when Kyle licked his cum that was his awakening that he likes men and Women. Of course, he returned the favor after he was healed:)
His favorite porn category is Woman Masturbating or Male Masturbating, everything that is solo is 100000 times better than "real porn".
He lost his Virginity very Young to an older Woman. Johnny always flexed about this, but this isn't a reason to flex.
When you sleep with him - you need to be on the pill because he is mister fucks so hard that every condom breaks.
He wears lingerie sometimes - he pulls it better off than some of us :(
cums way too fast but can last like 4-6 rounds 
loves tit fucking
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Gaz: 
smells like Bleu de Chanel 
had a more expensive skincare routine than you 
he loves skincare 
He grew up with two moms.
He loves listening to Taylor Swift. No one can convince me otherwise.
Is deeply in love with me
He played Rugby in school. If he hadn't joined the Military, he would be a professional Rugby player.
Kyle was still somehow that awkward kid in class. Even needed to change the school because he got bullied.
NSFW:
He was disappointed in Johnny's cock sucking skills, but Price is a different breed.
can pull anyone and is mister give everyone an orgasm, not once in his life did he let his lover unsatisfied
had a foursome once when he was like 23, with three girls who were obsessed with him, and who can judge them
he is a guy who doesn't kiss and tell
his fav porn category is Anal Sex
has a CNC kink but is afraid to ask
is shaven down there but doesn't care if you are or not.
I have so much more ahhhh
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kazutora-kurokawa · 8 months ago
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Toman Headcanons
I forgot posts had link limits, so I'm breaking down my masterlist into smaller pieces (don't worry about any missing links, I'm just taking forever to add things lol)
*non-Toman Hanma headcanons are in the Tenjiku section*
New Years Resolutions (SFW)
Oral Headcanons (NSFW)
Kazutora Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Pah-Chin Relationship Headcanons (SFW)
Breeding Headcanons (NSFW)
Corrupt Toman!Takemichi Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Draken Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
TokRev x Shy!Kinky!Reader (NSFW)
Corrupt Toman!Kisaki Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Baji Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Toman Captains + VCs x Short!Curvy!Reader (NSFW)
Horny!Corrupt Toman!Hanma x Reader (SFW->NSFW)
Rockstar!Draken Headcanons (NSFW)
Rockstar!Baji Headcanons (NSFW)
Horse Groomer!Baji x Farmer's Daughter!Reader (SFW)
Rockstar!Baji x Chubby!Reader (NSFW)
Poly Relationship w/ Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora (SFW)
Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Chubby!Reader (SFW+NSFW)
Poly Relationship w/ Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora pt. 2 (NSFW)
Timeout w/ Hanma (NSFW)
Poly Relationship w/ Mikey and Draken (SFW+NSFW)
Corrupt Toman!Hanma x Dom!Reader (NSFW)
Pervy Boyfriend!Kazutora Headcanons (NSFW)
Kazutora x Tomboy!Reader (NSFW)
Hakkai x Black Cat!Reader (SFW)
Hakkai x Black Cat!Reader: First Time (NSFW)
Draken x Independent!Sick!Reader (SFW)
Period Comfort w/ TokRev Boys (SFW+some NSFW)
Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Friendly!Reader (SFW->NSFW)
Grumpy!Cuddly!Baji x Reader (SFW+suggestive)
TokRev x Reader Who Unknowingly Turns Them On (SFW->NSFW)
Boyfriend!Hanma x Reader: Psych Ward Shenanigans (SFW)
Baji x Reader w/ Humiliation Kink (NSFW)
Pah-Chin NSFW Headcanons (NSFW)
Being Friends w/ The Kawata Twins (SFW)
Idol!Hakkai Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Yandere!Baji Headcanons (NSFW)
Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Zombie!Reader (SFW, violence)
Poly Relationship w/ Zombie!HanKisa (SFW, violence)
TokRev x Reader Who Matches Their Energy (SFW)
Pent Up!Model!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)
Possessive!Kazutora x Reader (NSFW)
Draken x Shy!FoulMouthed!Reader (SFW)
Rockstar!Baji x Popstar!Reader (SFW)
Baji x Rockstar!Reader (SFW+NSFW)
Baji x Cheater!Reader (SFW)
Pussy Drunk!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)
Cocky!Model!Hakkai x Assistant!Reader (NSFW)
TokRev x Reader: Flashing Them During An Argument (NSFW)
Pah-Chin x Piercing Covered!Reader (SFW+NSFW)
Nahoya x Reader: Sending Him Nudes While He's Working (NSFW)
TokRev x Straightforward!Reader (SFW+suggestive)
Cocky!Incubus!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)
Jealous!Hakkai x Artistic!Reader (SFW)
Prince!Hakkai x Commoner!Reader (SFW)
Sub!Pah-Chin x Reader (NSFW)
Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader (SFW)
Baji x Reader: Wedding Bells (SFW)
Poly Relationship w/ Izana and Kakucho (SFW+NSFW)
Vampire!Hakkai x Human!Reader (SFW->NSFW)
Highschool!Hakkai x Manga Artist!Introvert!Reader (SFW)
Best Friend!Hakkai x Artist!Reader (SFW)
Vampire!Hakkai x Reader on Her Period (NSFW)
Magician!Hakkai x Assistant!Reader (NSFW)
Werewolf!Mikey x Vampire!Reader (SFW+suggestive)
Needy Dom!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)
Perv!Hakkai w/ Reader Who Is Yuzuha's BFF (NSFW)
Model!Hakkai x Shy!Biggest Fan!Reader (SFW)
Mikey w/ A Mommy Kink (NSFW)
Bodyguard!Baji x Idol!Reader (SFW+NSFW)
Tarzan!Baji x Jane!Reader (SFW+NSFW)
Kazutora x Gamer!Reader (SFW+NSFW)
Boxer!Baji x Girlfriend!Reader (NSFW)
Yandere!Baji x Reckless!Reader (SFW)
Toxic!Boyfriend!Draken Headcanons (NSFW)
How They React When You Break Up With Them For Being Immature (SFW)
Girl Dad!Kazutora w/ Daughter Who Has a Tiger Onesie (SFW)
Husband!Kazutora Headcanons (SFW->NSFW)
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scenezfreak · 1 year ago
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Making out with Jeff, liu, toby, and Jane headcanons?? (Fem! For all!!^w^)
SORRY FOR LONG HIATUS GUYS💀🙏
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Makeout Headcannons
Warnings: mentions of groping, choking, air restriction, knife play
Characters: Jeff, Liu, Toby, and Jane
NOT PROOF READ MINORS DNI
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Jeff:
• Disgusting mf ‼️
• Will tug your hair while he’s tongue deep in your mouth, loves making sure you can feel his tongue in your mouth
• Gently glides his knife across your skin too causing goosebumps to raise on your skin oh how he loves to scare you
• Chokes you while you guys makeout so you’re forcing your self back for more air but he’ll keep going since he’s an asshole
• Loves when you push him away gasping for air… oh he adores that sound…knowing it was HIM who made you out of breath
• loves the whimpers or moans you make when you guys makeout and knowing he caused them, you’re so weak and he just loves his obedient pet so much
• very handsy..
• He will grope you touch you everywhere…constantly touching your boobs, ass, or thighs.
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Liu:
• Kinda sweet about it like???
• Probably holds your face while making out with you
• I feel like he’d let out a slight whimper then try to act like he didn’t do it he’d be so embarrassed if you knew he was a whore for you
• He gets kinda handsy too but not as much as Jeff..good god 💀
• He will start to grind against you but slowly so you’ll do it more and make it seem like you wanted it more than him
• NOW IF IT WAS SULLY…
• Just like Jeff VERY handsy- loves to touch the spots that make you moan
• Is probably pinning you down while you guys make out…like damn we aren’t going anywhere it’s ok
• will probably keep going if you try to push him away but will eventually let you breathe
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Toby:
• Whiny much? Whimpers into the kiss like a slut
• Probably begs for more, what a whore…but he’s only a whore for you
• Will moan if you grind on him or choke him while making out, he absolutely adores being touched by you
• probably too scared to grope you..he doesn’t want to do anything he isn’t supposed to
• when making out he completely forgets about his surrounds so if someone walked in on you two making out he wouldn’t even notice
• Will probably wait for you to catch your breath and resume kissing you like he didn’t just steal your air
• Please touch him, he wants it so badly… he’ll be good if you just please…touch him
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Jane:
• Mommy? Sorry… Mommy? sorry… Mo-
• CALLS YOU A GOOD LITTLE PET.
• She’s a Dom fr
• Would caress your arms or legs while making out with you….she just loves to make you feel good
• If you need to catch your breath then she’s kissing other parts of you, she really can’t get enough of your sweet noises
• Loves to worship you- wants you to be confident in yourself
• Pins your hands above your head if you’re laying down or against a wall
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lolahauri · 8 months ago
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: ̗̀➛ Jane The Killer: Smut Alphabet 🔞
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
So caring and sweet. She’ll be holding you, cleaning you up, and peppering you with kisses, telling you how much she loves you.
Your body will be COVERED in black lipstick marks. 
You love it though <3
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
She likes her whole body, she’s hot and she knows it.
She loves your cute face and pretty mouth the most. ;)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
On your face. Her favorite way to get off is sitting on and riding your mouth, using you for her own pleasure.
Afterwards, your mouth and chin are completely soaked and dripping with her cum. 
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
She may be very gentle, but she's also incredibly dominant. I think deep down she'd have a little fantasy of chasing you down through the woods like a hunter, catching you and fucking you hard and rough into the ground.
hunter/prey play🤤>>>
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Fairly experienced. She’s picky with partners, she could also easily get anyone she does want, major siren/succubus energy.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Any: Missionary with her on top. When she’s using her strap, she loves to lean over, whisper in your ear, and play with your tits/nipples. 
Sitting on your face is another thing she loves. 
AMAB Reader: Cowgirl. Sometimes she’ll tie up or cuff your hands so you can’t touch her. She thinks it’s cute to see you desperate and begging to grab on her. 
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
A little mix of both. She doesn’t exactly make jokes, but she’ll playfully tease and mock you, saying things that both embarrass you and turn you on. 
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Has it trimmed & shaped into something like a heart, upside down triangle, or landing strip.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
The most romantic of them all. Always very slow and sensual, holding you tight, caressing all the right places as she whispers in your ear. She always dims the lights beforehand to set the mood. 
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not often. Usually if she wants to get off, she’ll find someone to do it for her.
Especially now that you two are together, if she’s horny you’ll be on your knees for her in an instant.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Femdom, mommy, praise, dirty talk, biting/giving hickeys, pegging.
Even if you're on top, she’ll be under you telling you what to do at all times.
Sensory play. Like ice cubes, hot wax, feathers, spanking, blindfolds, etc… 
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your room, she’s a simple lady, she likes total privacy.
Once in a while she might tease you under the table though.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Usually nothing specific, just happens.
But sometimes she’ll just be watching you from across the room and get that tingling feeling out of nowhere, when that happens she’s immediately getting up and bringing you to your shared room.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No tying her up or doing anything painful. She’ll let you get on top, but you can’t dom her.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
No preference, expects both each time you two fuck.
Very, very skilled. She’ll have you cumming in minutes from just her tongue.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual almost always. She wants to edge you and make you last as long as possible.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesn’t do quickies, they’re no fun for her. She likes to take her time with you and enjoy it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Pretty down to experiment, esp if it’s with toys. Some pasta's, like Toby, see toys as competition or a replacement, but she see's them as a teammate. They only enhance the experience. 
She likes some risk, like maybe fucking in the backseat of your car or touching under the table with others around. 
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
High stamina. She can, and will, fuck you from night to morning.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Has a small collection. A few types of vibrators, blindfold, fuzzy handcuffs, rope, paddle, and candles to drip.
And of course, her strap with a few different size choices.
She only really uses these on you, once in a while she’ll use a vib on herself though.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Loves to tease you till your close to cumming in your pants.
She’s so mean with the amount of teasing she does, but the way she fucks you in the end always makes it SOOO worth it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
A little vocal, lots of heavy breathes and moans. They're kinda quiet though.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She’ll be a cougar when she’s 40+
Sorry, but i make the rules here! and i need cougar Jane in my life!
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Curvy pear shape body.
Thick thighs, hips, and butt. Big, perky tits.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Average. She’ll wanna have sex every 2-3 days.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
She also doesn’t, she likes to watch you sleep first.
I love our stalker mommy gf <3
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anbadann · 1 year ago
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Head canons on each Gwendoline Christie Characters
(NSFW AND SFW)
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Captain Phasma
- She’s a lover(sometimes.) Since the girls a captain, she’ll have barely time to ever do anything romantic with you.
- If she gets the chance, she’ll eat you out. As in ‘eat you out’ like there’s no tomorrow. So be prepared to get overstimulated, cuz your girl is going to get pussy drunk.
-Phasma’s a hard dom, convince me otherwise.
-Phasma would love you, totally. But when she does, it’s not like ‘pda’ kind of love. She’ll much rather write letters in her holopad on how she appreciates your existence.
-You can’t tell me that Phasma doesn’t have master/daddy kink. I MEAN LOOK AT HER.
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Lady Jane Murdstone
OUR GIRL DOESNT GET ENOUGH CREDIT, SHE DID AMAZING IN THE TEN MINUTES SHE GOT ON SCREEN.
-Missma’am would devour your cunt. She’ll get power drunk, pussy drunk, probably drunk herself.
-Mistress kink, obviously.
-Woman likes to tease you occasionally, depends on her mood of the day. If she does tease you, Jane would subtly touch your waist and squeeze it, surprising you.
-I’m guessing that she has knife play or likes it rough, cuz for the love of god, Jane can’t go by a day without hitting, destructing, or destroying something.
-Her hands are highly skilled. At anything, from sewing to fucking your cunt, she is a master(or mistress) at the skill. And at times, she’ll even brag about it.
-Janes LOADED. Jewels, designer dresses, the works. She’ll spend at least a few hundred dollars on you(maybe a thousand even) on one shopping trip.
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Jan Stevens
-This is going to be ironic(and debatable ig) but Jan doesn’t like food a lot, especially in her bed. The most she could do/want/tolerate is wine and like a charcuterie board in bed.
-Role playing, girl wants to be someone else for a bit. Being Jan Stevens is hard yk.
-Hugs, cuddles, kisses, the works. She loves it when you do that, especially the thing where you kiss her neck cuz she’s too tall for you to kiss on the lips.
-Honestly, she’s a switch. She’s giving mommy/mistress energy, but at the same time our girl needs a break from being the leader so bratty/needy bottom Jan it is.
-The needy move. OML, I can’t tell you enough on how she’ll act needy(borderline bratty) just for you to end up in bed.
-Jan is a freak in bed. If she’s a freak at her job, she’ll bring that energy to the bed. (In a good way, obv)
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Larissa Weems
-Woman is afraid of germs. Or in other words a germaphobe. I mean, the gloves, the way she’s always kept to herself. It explains somewhat a part of her personality.
-Larissa is rich. Like rich, rich. I’m guessing that she was an only child and her parents died, leaving her with the big-ass fortune.
-Speaking of rich, Larissa is very stingy about her money, only spending it on her lover. So when you eye a necklace or bracelet, she’ll by ten.
- Mirror sex kink. I mean a mirror as her ceiling? It’s gotta count for something. Also adds a bit of spice to her sex life.
-Girls a cuddler. She loves a hug or two just to simply know that someone’s cares for her. Every once in a while she’ll ask or you’ll just simply give it to her.
-Larissa likes PDA, but to a certain level. She’s not like a full on make out session anywhere, but more like a few kisses here or there throughout the day.
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Brienne of Tarth
-Gentle giant. Brienne will act all mean and tough, but the moment she goes home and you greet her. The facade basically melts away.
-Okay, this will be debatable, but she’s a switch. At times Brienne will be a hard dom if she comes home from a rough day, or a soft dom when she wants a bit of sensual warmth. On the other hand, she’s a bottom, literally what she wants is to be loved and cared for.
-Briennes protective. It’s sort of her nature, but to her lover, it’s on a whole new level
-She loves all cuddles, every physical touch/interaction that you have with her, Brienne cherishes it. Bed cuddles, bath cuddles, morning cuddles, you name it. Also I think Brienne will sometimes switch to small spoon when she has a rough day, but otherwise she’s a big spoon.
- Woman will teach you on how to defend yourself, but never actually let you touch or use the weapons. Brienne wants to do the protecting since she thinks that only a knight could do that.(ofc she would only say that to her lover)
-Brienne doesn’t like quickies, she prefers to take her time with you. But if you seem to really want it, then she’ll do it.
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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year ago
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Daddy Knows Best, Part IV
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Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part IV 
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI 
Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader  
Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout 
Word Count: 3.3K 
Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy? 
Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll deal with the police, and attempt to move on after the tragedy.
Warnings: pet names (Daddy, Babydoll, babygirl), age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), loss of a parent (mother), police interrogation, Dom/sub vibes, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, dead dove: do not eat 
A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.  
Dividers by: @saradika 
Support/Reblog banner by me 
Cover Art by me 
Series Masterlist
My Masterlist 
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You wake in your bedroom, the early afternoon sun shining through the curtains. You roll over on your side and expect to see Daddy but he’s not in the room. Deciding to take a shower and start the day, you rise and undress.  
As you wash yourself, you are suddenly hit with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness and loss. For a few moments, you were free. And then you remembered. 
Mommy’s dead. 
You saw her lifeless body floating in the swimming pool. That vision will probably never leave your brain. The last memory of your mother is of seeing her face down. The crystal-clear water of the pool marred with the sight of her. 
Even though you had a rough relationship with her, you still mourn the loss of your mother. With your dad out of the picture, you only had one parent in your life. And now she has been taken away from you. 
The water in the shower had gone a bit cold so you rinse yourself off and grab your towel to dry yourself. You dress in a black crop top with a sleeveless black plaid A-line dress on top of it. Pulling on some black thigh-high stockings and a pair of black platform Mary Janes, you embody the look of the mournful daughter. 
You look over yourself in the mirror and try smiling at yourself. Instead, a few fat tears roll down your cheeks and you let them fall before giving up on trying to fake happiness. Wiping your face, you settle for going to find Daddy. 
Once you leave your bedroom, you walk downstairs and are surprised to see that Daddy isn’t alone. Both men stand when you reach the bottom of the stairs, but the woman stays seated with a small smile on her face. Daddy holds out an arm for you to come join them. 
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“Come on over, don't be shy. This is Detective Marshall. He came to talk about what happened to your mother,” He nods at my words, “And this is Rachel, she’s a psychologist who works with Detective Marshall.” 
I watch as Babydoll walks over and stands next to me, she greets our guests and then sits leaving space between us on the couch. That’s my good girl, don’t give them the chance to question our relationship. I sit down and gesture for Marshall to continue. 
“I think I’d like to continue with you in private, if that’s alright Mr. Walker. Perhaps Rachel may speak with your stepdaughter?” Marshall suggests and I agree to his terms. 
“Why don’t you take Rachel up to your room so you two can have a little chat?” I insist, patting Babydoll’s knee softly. 
Once she nods, she and Rachel make their way upstairs and I hear the door to her bedroom shut. I look back to Marshall and he is scribbling in his little green notebook. His eyes are harder when our gazes meet. 
“Just a few more questions and I will be out of your hair, Mr. Walker.”  
“Please, call me August. Whatever I can do to help.” I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and my hands clasped together. 
“I appreciate that, August. Uh, so you say that your stepdaughter was the first to see your girlfriend’s body. Where were you at this time?” 
“I was bringing in my luggage from my car. I made it to the kitchen and noticed the open patio door. When I walked toward it, I heard her scream and caught her as she passed out. I saw her mother in the pool and realized that she wasn’t moving. After putting my stepdaughter in her bedroom, I called the police.” I kept my face neutral, but my eyes welled up a bit and I blinked away tears. 
“So, you and your stepdaughter weren’t home when your girlfriend was killed. You two had been on a trip?” 
“Yes. I had been on a trip for work, but my stepdaughter didn’t want to be here alone with her mother, so I brought her with me. Their relationship has been a bit strained since the divorce about a year ago. She misses her father and I, no matter how hard I try, am barely a substitute for him.” That’s it, play the role of a loving stepfather. 
"You mentioned you work for the CIA, Special Activities. Is it safe for you to take your stepdaughter along on business trips in your line of work?” 
“She was never in any danger. No one knew our location or that she was with me. The safe house we stayed in was discreet and out of the way. The only time she was left alone was this morning, and it was just for a couple of hours. I’m sure you understand I can’t divulge the details of my assignment. But you are more than welcome to check in with my superior, Erika Sloane.” I fish her card out of my wallet and hand it to Marshall. 
“Thank you, August. As soon as Rachel is ready, we’ll be out of your way.” 
No sooner do those words leave his mouth, than Rachel is coming down the stairs with Babydoll in tow. I notice the smiles on their faces and wonder what they got up to while they spoke. As they come back into the living room, Rachel stands next to Marshall and Babydoll stands near me. 
“I think that’s everything. We’ll be in touch, August. Thank you for your time.” Marshall reaches out to shake my hand and he smiles at Babydoll. 
For a split second, my face betrays me as I slightly scowl at him smiling at her. But in the same breath, I steady myself and look at Rachel before shaking her hand. 
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Rachel tilts her head at Babydoll and touches her shoulder. 
I walk the detective and his partner out and once the door is closed, I turn and make my way back to the couch. My perfect little one sits with her leg under her, her big doe eyes settling on me. 
“So, sweet girl, what did you and Rachel talk about?” 
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You took Rachel into your room and closed the door behind her. She looked around and smiled at the various photos and knickknacks you had scattered about the room. She sat on the edge of your bed and patted the space next to her. You sat down and she began to ask questions right away. 
“So, you and your stepdad seem close. What was your relationship like with your mother?” 
“My mom and I were never all that close. I was a lot closer with my Nanny, while she was here. Um, I guess I’m more of a Daddy’s girl. Mom was never satisfied with me, I don’t think. She always wanted me to be better. At sports, at school, at everything. She wasn’t my biggest fan. And then after the divorce, I felt even more distant from her. Dad was gone and I was left with her. Then August started dating Mom and it was weird in the beginning, but he ended up being a nice guy. And he listened to me, and he would stand up for me when Mom was on my case. I didn’t hate my mom. I just wished she liked me.” You looked away from Rachel to wipe a single tear that threatened to fall from your eye. 
“Seems like August was your knight in shining armor.”  
“Um, yeah. He cares about me. He cared about my mom too. He doesn’t treat me like a kid like Mom did. I don’t mean to make my mom seem all that bad. She was doing the best she could, I know that. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. I hope whoever did this to her rots in a jail cell forever. Sorry, I’m just angry and upset. My emotions have been a bit off the rails.” 
“It’s perfectly normal to feel sad or livid or even bitter about death. With your relationship with your mother, I am not surprised your emotions are unsure of what to do. Sometimes, we might even feel like a weight is lifted off our shoulders when a certain person in our life is gone. Nothing of what you’re feeling is wrong.” Rachel tilted her head at you and smiled.  
“Thanks.” You returned the smile and went back to fiddling with the hem of your dress. 
"Do you feel safe here with August? I only ask as a precaution. Having you in a place where you feel safe is most important.” She put a hand over yours and you froze. What did she mean by that? 
“I feel more than safe with him. He’s never given me a reason not to trust him.” You suddenly felt defensive over August and you tried to keep yourself calm. 
“Good. I’m glad you have him to help you through this trying time. But if you ever need to talk, or even if you just need someone to listen, you can call me.” She pulled a business card out of her pocket and handed it to you. 
“I don’t know if I’ll have anything to talk about but thank you.” 
“Maybe something that you can’t talk to August about. Something that maybe only another woman would understand?”  
“Oh. Ok. Um, I will let you know if anything comes up.” You stood and put the card on your desk and Rachel stood as well. 
“Good. Any time, day or night. I’ll be available at that number. Use it whenever you need me. I think that’s all I need. Why don’t we go and rejoin the others?” Rachel went to your bedroom door and let you walk out first. 
You’re not quite sure about how to feel about your interaction, but at least you felt like you defended August well and even made a new friend. She seemed nice enough anyway. 
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After she tells me everything that she and Rachel talk about, I feel a bit more at ease. Less like the detective thinks I murdered her mother, but more like his partner thinks something is going on between me and Babydoll. 
Which there is, but she doesn’t need to know that. 
Even if she did know, it isn’t illegal. She’s 18, a consenting adult, and she’s well taken care of. Not that I need to explain myself to anyone. 
“Babydoll, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? Anything at all. Daddy is here to listen and to keep you safe.”  
“I know, Daddy. There is something...but, I don’t know.” She ducks her head and looks to the floor. 
I put a finger under her chin, lifting it so she can look at me. “Anything, Babydoll. You ask and I’ll make sure it gets done right away.” 
“Daddy, I...don’t want to live here anymore. All I can see around me is bad memories with Mom. Or old memories with...my father. And neither of them is in my life anymore. Does it make me a bad person that all I wanna do is move on? I feel weird even being in the living room, so close to where Mom died.” She plays with her fingers and looks down again. 
“Let me make a few calls, Babydoll. I’ll see if we can be out of the house by week’s end, alright?”  
“Thank you, Daddy. This means a lot.” She stands and wraps her arms around my neck in a tight embrace. I hug her back and lift her off the ground a bit and she giggles. The tuneful sound tickles my ears, and I am happy to be the cause of it. 
I kiss her cheek and send her up to her room to deflate. In the next few hours, I have a house lined up for us on the nicer side of town. Three bedrooms, three baths, finished basement, big backyard with an in-ground pool. A perfect place to start a new life. 
By the end of the week, we are finishing up moving all our stuff over to the new house. Other than a small crying fit that Babydoll has while she and I go through her parents’ belongings and decide what to keep and what to donate, the move was mostly hassle-free. 
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One morning after a run to clear my head, I was surprised to have a visit from Detective Marshall, and this time he only wanted to talk to me. I let him in and ask Babydoll to give us some privacy. We talk for a short while about moving from the old house and how Babydoll is doing. I ask him to cut to the chase and he nods and tells me Babydoll’s father’s body has been found.  
He was discovered in a hotel room with substances in his system, along with a suicide note that included his confession to killing his ex-wife. At that bombshell, I’m visibly unnerved. Marshall reaches out a hand to my shoulder and apologizes for having to deliver this information.  
He makes a sort-of backhanded comment that my former partner must not have liked that I took his place in his family. I responded by saying it wasn’t appropriate to make assumptions about dead men. Besides, as his ex-wife told me many times, they were rocky well before I stepped in. Marshall also stated that since Babydoll’s father had confessed to the murder this case was now officially closed, and we could go ahead with a burial ceremony. 
I thanked him for relaying the news and escorted him to the front door. Before he left, he made sure I knew he would be keeping an eye on us. Seems the detective doesn’t trust me. I couldn’t care less, honestly. Let him try and pin this all on me. 
I mean, he could pin it all on me if he wanted to do so. It's not like he would be wrong in doing so.  
But I covered all my tracks and sealed them airtight. And with my record, they’d be ridiculous to come after me now that they have a confession and another dead body on their hands. 
I wait until the detective drives off in his large black Ford F-Series, leave my sneakers at the door, and then make my way up to find Babydoll. I find her sprawled across the bed in the Master bedroom, sketching something in her notebook. Technically, this is my bedroom and hers is down the hall, but she sleeps with me most nights. 
“What are you up to, Babydoll?” I ask, coming around the bed to sit next to her and peer into her notebook. 
She shuts it before I can get a good look inside, “It’s a surprise, Daddy. You can’t see it yet.” 
“Oh, I'm not allowed to see it yet, huh? Well, I guess Babydoll isn’t allowed to cum tonight then. How about that?”  
Fuck, I loved to tease her. She always made the cutest little pouty faces. 
“Daddy! No! Please may I cum tonight? I’ll do anything. Just, I was making you something special and I don’t wanna show you ‘til it’s finished. I don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Please?” There goes that little pouty lip of hers, it could make me agree to anything. 
“Ok, fine, Babydoll. But you’re gonna cum when Daddy says to.” 
“I can be a good girl for you, Daddy. I promise.” 
“There’s my good girl,” I lay back against the pillows after I shuck my muscle tank, joggers, and socks, “Show me that sweet little pussy while Daddy gets his dick ready for you.” I take out my length and start to stroke it while she pulls her panties down, laying on her back so she can show me how she plays with herself. 
Within minutes, her cunt is making those glorious squelching sounds I love so much while she fingers herself for me. I am beyond hard at this point and I am salivating just to get inside her.  
“Come up here and lay back Babydoll. Let Daddy have his turn now.”
She removes her fingers from her wet snatch and slides next to me. I take off my boxers and my cock springs up and bounces against my abdomen. Leaning over her, I position my dick at her entrance and slowly slide in thanks to the wetness she has accumulated. 
“Fuck, Babydoll, you are so tight. You feel so perfect around me.” I don’t stop until my balls are against her ass and our hips are flush together. I’ve molded this pussy to fit my shaft perfectly. Pulling out, I slam back in and am rewarded with her angelic little whimpers. 
I don’t necessarily need to last long; I just need to make sure I get her to her peak before I reach mine. I find a steady rhythm thrusting in and out of her tight heat that has her keening in my ear. Her arms are around my neck and her legs are wrapped around my waist. 
I can feel her core tightening around me, and I know she is close. Reaching a hand between us, I use my thumb to flick against her clit to push her over the edge. Her moans tell me everything I need to know. 
“Cum for me, Babydoll. Soak my fucking dick, sweet baby.” Not even a second later, I feel the tell-tale signs of her orgasm as her folds flutter around me and the dam breaks loose. She screams out and I can’t help myself. 
I fuck into her until I feel my balls draw up and then I slam into her heat one last time. I swear I was going to pull out and I almost did, but the warmth and the tight fit and my exhaustion from the run got the better of me. I came deep inside her as my cockhead sat against her cervix. I didn’t give a fuck about anything except the notion of her cunt holding me so perfectly as I blew my load. 
The only sounds in the room were of us catching our breath.  
Once I could move again, I lean up on my knees and pull back from where I collapsed on top of her. Holding her legs open, I let my length slip out. Soon, my massive load starts to rush out and I push all of it back inside her as she lazily smiles up at me. I smile at her then pull her into the bathroom with me to shower. 
She’s barely able to stand in the shower and I mostly hold her steady. We both get clean enough and I help her dry off then dry myself off and we make it back to the bedroom and lay back down in bed. I tell myself it is best to talk to her now about all this instead of waiting and possibly upsetting her. 
“Alright, Babydoll. Daddy just creampied you, I didn’t pull out this time. I came inside you. Now, in the morning, Daddy is gonna run and get you a plan B pill so that you don’t get pregnant. But I think it might be time that we get you on birth control so that Daddy doesn't have to worry about this kind of thing in the future.” I speak slowly and clearly so she knows that I have her best interest at heart. 
“Ok, Daddy. Can we take a nap now? I’m exhausted.” She is already rolling over on her side and throwing an arm across my chest. 
“Yeah, Babydoll, let’s take a nap.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and kiss the top of her head. 
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking of her tummy round and swollen with my kid and her tits heavy with milk. But I know that’s just emotion talking. As much as I want to get her pregnant, right now it is far too soon after everything with her parents. 
Right? 
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Part V (coming soon) 
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get out, loves. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this. I still have more in me, I think. 
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13tinysocks · 1 year ago
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Mansion road trip in the down with cis bus
jesse fucker anon again, not abt rearranging his guts this time (yet) BUT
jeff lives in an edgy bus? you need to throw in atleast one "down with cis bus" joke in
while we're at it I need to throw in warm milk and acegott somewhere too
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tallwaifuonline · 2 years ago
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Jane The Killer x Fem!Reader
Another lesbian creepypasta couse.. why the fuck not?
Content: SMUT, ANGST, Overstimulation, Vibrator, Fingering, Multible Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Dildos, Sex Toys, Scissoring, Mommy Kink, Masturbating, Sub!Reader, Dom!Jane, Praise Kink & Squirting.
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It's been officially 2 years since Jane left, she sayd she would go on a mission to go and find Jeff so she could be done with it, and that she would be back to be in my arms again.. guess it was a lie since i've been waiting for so long, nights cold without a warm embrace of hers to keep me warm.
I felt sad, dissapointed, she sayd she would be back and I actually bealived her since we've been together for a few months but I thought I could trust her and that I could be actually happy and have a good life, but I guess it was all a big ilusion. I felt angry, I wanted to cry my eyes out.
I went up the hard wood stairs, I thought I could make her happy in this house we had found alone and abandoned, painting it, repairing it, and making it pretty with a few colors and decorations.
I got to the bedroom closing the door behind me, nights I went waiting to hear the door creek open to her coming back but it was only a dream since it never came true, I layed down on the big bed we used to share feeling alone and cold even though I had a blanket covering my whole body.
I just went to sleep to try and feel less alone in my dreams atleast, maybe dream of the day she will come back to me. Falling into my deep slumber while I thought of that.
I woke up to a creeking noice, I sat up on the bed carefully seeing the bedroom door opened, feeling the cold breeze of my opened window send shivers down my spine, I then felt a cold hand on my arm grabbing it and when I looked to the side of the bed I saw Jane.. she was back.
With joy filling my eyes in the dark I hugged her tightly wrapping my arms around her neck "I thought you were never coming back" I whisperd sadly into her ear as she wrapped her arms around my waist hugging me tightly in her embrace "I would never leave you my darling.." she whisperd into my ear feeling chills down my spine once again.
I connected my lips to hers, feeling desperate to be with her and feel her warm body against mine again, kissing her desperatly, she smiled into the kiss leaving it for a few seconds "missed me that much Sweetheart?.." she asked "ofcourse.. I thought you weren't coming back.." I sayd my smile wearing off, she kept smilying then kissing me again but with passion and desperation this time "I need you.. please, mommy" I whisperd at the second I didn't feel her lips on mine "let's not let time fly by then.." she sayd smirking as I looked at her only the shine of the moon making light into our shared bedroom.
I felt her lips connect mine desperatly again after she sayd that, while she took off my pijamas and underwear I felt my heat feel needy already when I felt her hands on my body, I saw as she took off her dress and everything else seeing her naked body infront of me I felt like I was looking at a goddess "Now darling.. I'm afraid i'm gonna destroy you tonight.." she sayd walking over to the bed and crawling to me, I felt the cheeks of my face heat up when I heard her say that.
She grabbed my face kissing me passionetly and I kissed back then feeling her tongue go inside my mouth, I just let her take control over me letting her touch everypart of me again, I felt her hand go directly to my left boob massaging it kinda roughtly but her soft hand made it less rough, as she got in between my legs grabbing my thigh with her other hand to open my legs more for her to get closer, I felt her chest against mine as her hand leave my boob to the cold breeze again.
I then felt her lips leave, leaving my lips alone I gasped as I felt her hand go to my heat touching me desperatly, her other hand on my inner thigh holding my legs opened I whined and layed down while I felt her fingers touch my pussy and between my lips, I felt hotter as her hand felt cold like a ghost while she touched my already wet pussy, I then felt her finger already going in my cunt as I just felt desperate for more of her touch, I wanted more.
I opened my legs more looking down at her, she then looked me dead in the eyes while she inserted another finger making me moan as I made eye contact with her feeling her fingers going in and out of me, I felt her fingers curl and move, every move making it faster and aggressive as then I felt a third finger making me moan in pleasure "god you're so wet darling.." she whisperd smilying as she fingerd me making me moan even more.
I felt like my orgasm was coming "fuck, I'm gonna cum.." I lightly moaned in pleasure feeling my eyes already teary and then she pulled her fingers out of me making me whine from the sudden lose of contact, I then saw her smile "I should get something too.. don't you think?..." she asked getting on top of me and getting in scissor posicion with me making me more desperate as I felt her pussy against mine, I grabbed her leg and bit my bottom lip watching our pussies rub against eachother.
I moaned as she went more aggressive and faster feeling her pussy rub and hump mine like a cat in heat, I just rubbed more against her pussy feeling my clit rub against her folds, she moaned lightly and went faster while I threw my head back enjoying it "fuck, you're pussy is so fucking good" I heard Jane moan feeling good I then moved us making her bottom and going faster like if I was riding her, she moaned looking up at me.
I kept going getting tired I then felt my orgasm hit as we both came together, we moaned lightly as I layed down on the bed seeing her get on top of me again "we aren't done yet sweetie.." she sayd smilying down at me and I just smiled softly as she went to the cabinet beside out bed and opening it she got out a vibrator, doble dildo, strap dildo and another but small vibrator "wich one to choose.." she sayd smilying in a seductive voice and looked at me while she grabbed the small vibrator.
She then went to me making me open my legs "such a good girl.." she whisperd making me blush and then she started to touch my entrance making me moan softly and whine as she then started to insert the vibrator into my pussy making me bite my lip desperatly, then she grabbed the remote making it vibrate inside my pussy, "oh fuck~" I moaned as she made it vibrate faster making me throw my head back and arch my back.
She bit her bottom lip sitting and getting comfterble infront of me as she watched me in pleasure she grabbed the other vibrator turning it on grabbing my attention, I looked at her and saw her put the vibrator against her pussy while she looked at me, I then started to touch my clit and masturbate with my fingers as I watched her smile and saw how she masturbated watching me.
I moaned as she made my vibrator go faster making me arch my back more as I watched her masturbate herself faster as she bit her lip desperatly, I masturbated myself faster as I moaned and then I squirted on Jane's chest, she looking down and passed her finger on her chest and tasted my squirt turning her vibrator off. "Full of surprises I see.." she sayd going to me and turning off the vibrator inside my pussy pulling it out "I wanna find out more about what you can do" she sayd going down and licking my clit making me moan as I watched her "Fuck- mommy please.." I whined, I watched as she then grabbed the doble dildo and then started to insert it inside my pussy, making me moan once again I looking at the dildo going in and out of my pussy as then I saw Jane put the other end of the dildo inside her pussy.
I smiled as me and Jane started to thrust into the shared doble dildo making us both moan into the dark room, sometimes feeling our clits touch making me desperate she grabbed the vibrator she used turning it on and putting it between us making it vibrate on both of our clits, I moaned as she started to suck my boob when she putted it in her mouth making circles around my bud with her amazing tongue, moaning we kept thrusting into the doble dildo and the vibrator as she put the vibrator onto my clit.
I moaned as she kept masturbating her clit with her fingers watching her as we kept thrusting into eachother we both then came, we both panted trying to catch air after the orgasm she then pulled the dildo out of her pussy and then she kept making the dildo move inside of me and then taking it out "such a good girl, you make mommy so happy" she sayd smilying and coming to me she grabbed my face kissing me on the lips she then backed away and grabbed tissues cleaning the cum on our bodies.
We both panted laying down with me on her side, she kissed my forhead "I love you.." she whisperd as I smiled softly "I love you too, Jane.. a lot..." feeling happy she was finally back with me.. feeling her warm embrace holding me tightly as we both closed our eyes in the dark room.
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I woke up looking at the still dark room forrowing my eyebrows confused I looked all over the room seeing Jane was not here, the bed felt clean and I was in my clothes I was wet.. maybe I had a wet dream? I thought to myself looking at the room seeing everything was in place like if it didn't even happen.. upset I layed down on the bed again "oh well.. guess she didn't come back after all... it was all just a dream.." I whisperd in the cold night closing my eyes and going back to my deep slumber
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itsabee · 1 year ago
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How many of the creeps would you say are sexual sadists? And does anyone get turned on by killing or nah? Inhaling your headcanons and putting them in my brain like a filing cabinet
This is a hard ask because honestly? If you’re a masochist you’re also a little bit of a sadist. So I would say everyone is a sadist, and most are sexual sadists. Brian, Jeff, Nina, Toby, Natalie and Helen find killing people arousing. Jack and cody enjoy killing a lot but just in that they’re sadists, not turned on. Tim and Jane find little pleasure in killing people, if only the fact it makes them feel in control and strong, but both struggle with regret and shame.
Even though they don’t enjoy killing Jane is a total sadist sexually. Mommy dom. Tim would be the least sadistic in anyway. But he definitely . Definitely . Makes up for it wirh how much of a masochist he is. Oh my god this guy is a freak.
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wizards101official · 1 year ago
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Can I ask what your Jane gender or sexuality headcanons are? I ask as the keeper of queerjaneweek, any words help to fuel the little gay Jane flame.
Ohhh totes
Ok so for me I think that she’s definitely is genderqueer in some way but prefers to be called feminine terms and goes by she/him
For sexuality I hc jane as a lesbian, to me she’s got some major repressed Butch energy, I think that hs 2 was sooo bullshit for trying to make him a semi straight dom mommy type when in truth I believe Jane would be living her best Butch life to the fullest given the chance on earth c
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wither-shadow · 1 year ago
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I write Character x Character, Character x Reader, and more I will answer any asks when I have time time/not in writers block
Also, this is an 18+ blog. I can not stop you from looking at my page. If you are younger, I just advise that you don't read my page. But I can not control you or what you read. But just be considerate on how I feel about you being a minor on my page. I will write fluffs and Angst for you if you request it, but I will **NEVER** write smut for a minor. It makes me super uncomfortable. Now that is out of the way. Here is what I will and will not write. (Also, if I add any problematic people, I do not support them. I will only post them because of a request or if I just feel like writing something about them. Example : If I write about Shlatt, that does not mean I support him or what he does in any way, I just wrote about him because of a request. Thank you for your time, and enjoy reading my writings, my little shadows ♡)
I will NEVER write for the kinks below
Piss kink
Scat kink/shit kink
Puke kink
Feet kink
Incest
Under aged character smut
Age play
Gerontophilia
Gore kink
If I find more I'll add more
Kinks I will write
Daddy/mommy
Little space
Pet play
Master/Slave
CABT
Edging
Overstimulation
Bondage
Blindfold sex
Cock warming
Dom/Sub or Top/Bottom
Gagging (any kind)
Humiliation (to a degree)
Impact play
Mirror sex
Pain play
Temperature play
Breeding
Public sex/teasing
Hand Kink
Drug/alcohol induced sex
Stepcest
Non-con/Rape
I will add more in the future if I find more
DC/CW:
Oliver Green
Barry Allen
Harrison Wells
Roy Harper
Tommy Merlyn
Cisco Ramon
Marble Hornets:
(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)
Tim Wright (I will write anything)
Masky (I will write anything)
Brian Tomas (I will write anything)
Hoodie/Hoody (I will write anything)
Alex Kralie (I will write anything)
Pre!Alex Kralie (I will write anything)
Operator (I will only write angst for this one.)
Jay Merrick (I don't write about him much, but I am willing to try)
Every Man Hybrid
I'm no longer doing this one, sorry! Please check out the other fandoms I do
Creepypasta
(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them. I will only write smut for Jeff, Ben, or any other -18 if they are aged up. No, I will not write smut for Sally or Lazari.)
Agedup!Jeff the killer (I will write anything)
Normal!Jeff the killer (no smut)
Preaccident!Jeff the killer (no smut unless aged up)
Agedup!Ben (I will write anything for this character)
Normal!Ben (No smut)
Eyeless Jack (I will write anything)
Lifeless Lucy (I will try my best to write for her probably no smut though)
Sally (Fluff only.)
Lazari (Fluff only.)
Ticci Toby (I will write anything for him, but I will struggle)
Bloody painter (I will write anything)
Jane the Killer (no smut, sorry)
Homicidal Liu (I will write anything)
Resident Evil
(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)
Leon Kennedy (I will write anything)
Claire Redfield (I will write anything)
Ada Wong (I will write anything)
Luis Sera (I will write anything)
Albert Wesker (I will write anything)
Jill Valentine (I will write anything)
Chris Redfield (I will write anything)
Carlos Oliveria (I will write anything)
KNY/DS
( I'm no longer doing this one, sorry! Please check out the other fandoms I do. I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them.)
Avatar the last Airbender
(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)
Agedup!Zuko (anything)
Agedup!Sokka (anything)
Agedup!Anng (anything but I don't like smut for this character)
Agedup!Azula (Anything I don't mind writing bottom for this character, but I don't like it either)
Agedup!Katara (anything)
Normal!Zuko (No smut)
Normal!Anng (No smut)
Normal!Sokka (No smut)
Normal!Azula (No smut)
Normal!Katara (No smut)
Mcyt
(I take requests for characters, I have no clue who to add to this one. Also, if anyone has boundaries for their character, please let me know. I do not know most of these people or their boundaries)
C!Wilbur soot (Any kind of Wilbur just no CC!, but please specify, I will write anything)
C!Tommy (I am only writing for his characters. Never the actual human being and probably no smut, but idk)
C!Dream (I will write anything)
C!Ranboo (I am only writing for his characters. Never the actual human being and probably no smut, but idk)
C!Tubbo (Same thing as Ranboo and Tommy)
C!Quackity (I will write anything)
C!Fundy (I will write anything)
C!Shlatt (I will write anything)
C!Philza (I will write fluff and angst you will always be his kid or like his kid)
C!BadBoyHalo (I will write anything)
C!Awesamdude (I will write anything)
C!Sapnap (I will write anything)
C!George (I will write anything)
Bursona's
Simpbur (I will write anything)
Argbur (mostly angst, but I will write smut and fluff)
Emobur/makeupbur (I will write any thing)
L'manbur (I will write anything)
Wanting to kiss him
Eating him out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)
Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)
Pogbur (I will write anything)
Virginbur (I will write smut or implied smut)
Ghostbur (I will write anything)
Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)
Phantombur (I will write anything)
Ycgmabur (I will write anything)
Revbur (I will write anything)
Pegging
Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)
Pogbur (I will write anything)
Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)
Trying to take care of him but he takes control
Softbur (I will write anything)
The Evil Within game one and two
Sebastian Castellanos (I will write anything)
Joseph oda (I will write anything)
Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik (I won't do anything with gore for this character, I know it's his thing but gore makes me feel icky other than that anything for this character)
🌧️"Run or I will kill you" Ruvik x GN!Reader
Part One
Part Two
I will take requests for characters for this category
Helluva boss and Hazbin Hotel
Blitzo (I will write angst for this character)
Asmodeus (I will write anything for this character)
Alastor (I will write anything for this character)
Lucifer (I will write anything for this character)
Charlie (I will write Comfort, angst, fluff, platonic for this character)
Lute (I will write Angst and fluff for this character)
Adam (I will write anything for this character)
Stolas (I will write anything for this character)
Husk (I will write anything for this character)
Angeldust (I will write angst and fluff. [Boy doesn't need more smut trauma] for this character)
Vox (I will write anything for this character)
I write head canons and situations. But you need to be specific about it if you want good results
Fluffs will be marked with ❤️‍🩹
Angst will be marked with 🌧
Smuts will be marked with 🔥
Head Canons will be marked with 💭
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creepypasta-cb · 1 year ago
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🔪 Name: Jane Tod Richardson
🔪 Pronouns: she/her
🔪 Age: 21
🔪 Height: 5'6
🔪 Species: human
🔪 Eye colour: all black
🔪 Hair: black, dyed half purple
🔪 Other features: used to have blonde hair and blue eyes, now is very pale and always wears heels and a black dress. May add a leather jacket with if cold
🔪 Occupation: kidnapper, mass murder, government assassin
🔪 Disorders: cushing syndrome, ocd, ptsd, bipolar
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🔪 Jane had an amazing life. She was the standard. Everyone wanted to be her. She had beautiful long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had her life planned out. At the time, she had a job and amazing friends and family that supported her. She even had an amazing boyfriend. Everything was perfect until a night in 2006.
🔪 Both of her parents were killed by Jeffery Woods. After her parents death, she had to work twice as hard to pay off bills, funeral and daily living. She would work constantly for years. During the years after her parents dying, the government were working on experiments. They chose 25 people and all 25 people have died.
🔪 The government was injecting people with what they called Liquid Hate. From what Jane heard, subjects would be extremely violent for about two minutes and then go back to normal after. It would inhance a humans senses and abilities. She needed the extra money, so she signed up to he a test subject.
🔪 Jane was the first person to survive Liquid Hate. Her tan skin turned pale, her blonde hair turned black, and her blue eyes turned completely black, including the whites.
🔪 Jane now works with the government to keep control over serial killers. Little to they know, Jane is one of those serial killers. The violent tendencies never went away and she occasionally goes out to kill. With these new abilities, she uses them to get revenge on Jeff.
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🔪 Traits: wrathful, violent, gentle, soft, dommy mommy, intelligent, caring, ruthless, flirty, protective
🔪 Likes: knives, family, romance, murder, servicing others
🔪 Dislikes: Jeff, being ignored, the word no
🔪 Other notes: yandere as hell
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🔪 Position: hard dom lean switch
🔪 Kinks: blood play (giving and receiving), knife play, gun play, sadism, masochist, extreme penetration (giving, secretly likes receiving), pegging (giving), breath play (giving), humilation (giving and receiving), punishment (giving), bondage (giving), rough sex (giving and receiving), nipple clamps (receiving), free use (giving and receiving), sensory deprivation (giving), burning (giving), branding (receiving), marking (giving and receiving), ice (giving), imprisonment (receiving), pet play (giving), face sitting (giving), piercing (receiving)
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🔪 Ideal type: someone who will be obsessed with her as much as she's obsessed with them
🔪 Sexuality: lesbian
🔪 Dating: situationship with Nina, dating on @timmburrton Lotte 5♡25♡2024
🔪 Friends: Nina, slenderman, BEN, Jill, LJ
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Character Representation: Shock
Name: Lotte Van Dam
From Leiden, Netherlands
She // Her|| Bisexual || 25 {April 30 // Taurus} || 5'5"
Occupation: Guitarist
Appearance: Long Straight Blonde Hair, one Blue eye and one Purple eye, ear Piercings and Belly Piercing, Womb Tattoo, Wears More Masc Clothes, Pants, Platforms, Heels, Blazer Tops, Crop Tops, Most of the Time she Doesn't Wear a Shirt-, Chains, Necklaces, Black, Greens and Purples
Personality: Mommy Behavior, can be Sweet and Caring or Bitchy and Mean, Very Loving When Close to you
Likes: Music, her Guitar, Taking Care of Others, Makeup, the Cold, Cherries
Dislikes: Heat, Overheating, Insults, Disrespect, Anyone who Messes with Lock {Il-Seong}, Barrel {Valentino} and Oogie {Leon}
Values: Care; She values care and gentleness. Personally she feels like everyone should be treated well hence why she comes off as kind and motherly. Don’t be fooled though, she isn’t as gentle as she seems. She can be very strong willed and mean especially when you mess with who she considers family.
Monster Info: Demon//Witch {not Sure What Kind yet}, in her Demon Form her Ears are Pointed, she has Really Pointed Fangs and Black Claws
NSFW: Soft or Hard Dom {will not sub}; Size Kink, Pegging, Toys, Collaring, Bondage, Electroshock Stimulation, Shibari, Choking, Marking, Severe Burning, Wax Play, Oral, Overstim, Edging, Pet Play {Owner//Master}, Pain Kink, Blood Play, Mirror Sex, Gun Play, Primal Play, Somnophilia, Sadasim, Masochist, Corruption, Dacryphilia, Impact Play/Spanking, Gagging, Ball Gags, Recording {All kinks are giving. She is willing to do most kinks to pleasure her baby.}
Relations Within the bot:
Relationship: Dating and Loves Loves LOVES @creepypasta-cb Jane {Miss Beautiful Goddess😍} {05.25.24}
Sign off 🎸Lotte
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Faceclaim: @/vicdeangelis on Instagram
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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💚 my requests are always open 🩷
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you can find my writing:
in my tag
on my masterlist
my AO3
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important things first:
🔞🔞🔞 minors DNI 🔞🔞🔞 you can request anonymously 💚 i don't write in order of when things are received, i do it based on inspiration. if i can't think of anything for something after a few months i'll delete it without explanation, sorry i have a prompt tag and if you use it let me know which prompt list you've asked for or let me know more than just the numbers! let me know gender specifics of "reader" if there is one (pronouns, genitals etc.) if you don't specify it'll be gender neutral or female please don't include images or gifs in your requests, they visually overwhelm me and make it difficult to tackle the prompt i mostly identify as cis/white/afab so keep this in mind if you request nb/trans/t4t/different races/male reader presenting etc. i will choke you if you don't reblog and like the thing you requested, be nice and supportive!
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requests i accept:
i write for batman rogues, fallout and a few other characters! for dc rogues headcanons: i will do multiple characters per post for headcanons but only for all general rogues, a specific dork squad (in my do writes!) or all iterations that i write for of a specific character e.g. ✅ can you write first dates with arkham!dork squad? ✅ what would all the riddlers do on a first date? ✅ how would the rogues handle a first date? (if you ask for all iterations of a specific character i'll either write for them all or pick several of them depending on the ask. if you want one specifically to be included just let me know)
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characters i write for:
🦇 DC/BATMAN 🦇
Riddler (⭐arkham, dano, ⭐zero year, telltale, TWOJAR, gotham, BTAA, young justice, BU, BTAS, general)
Penguin (⭐farrell, BTAA, telltale, OBD, gotham, general)
Scarecrow (⭐arkham, ⭐BTAA, golden age, general)
Two Face (⭐arkham, BTAA, general)
Victor Zsasz (gotham, general)
Mad Hatter (arkham, gotham - NO INCEST, general)
Captain Boomerang (⭐ss:ktjl, general)
Poison Ivy (arkham, general)
Polkadot Man (suicide squad)
Harley Quinn (telltale, arkham, ss:ktjl, ⭐general)
Bane (arkham, telltale, OBD, ⭐general)
Harvester (bu)
Amanda Waller (ss:ktjl)
Mr. Freeze (arkham, gotham, general)
John Doe/Joker (telltale)
Butch Gilzean/Solomon Grundy (gotham)
King Shark (ss:ktjl, general)
Deadshot (ss:ktjl, general)
Killer Croc (arkham!origins, general)
Firefly (arkham, general)
Harvey Bullock (gotham)
Alfred Pennyworth (gotham, general)
Black Mask (arkham, general)
☢️ Fallout Franchise ☢️
Cooper Howard (fallout prime)
Maximus (fallout prime)
Thaddeus (fallout prime)
John Hancock (fallout 4)
Sturges (fallout 4)
Edward Deegan (fallout 4)
Paladin Danse (fallout 4)
Nick Valentine (fallout 4)
Kent Connolly (fallout 4)
🔴 TF2 🔵
please note!!: i'll write all ships (plus blu x red) and i'll base the dynamic either on your request or on my own interpretation of them
sniper/mick mundy
scout/jeremy
soldier/jane doe
demoman/tavish degroot
heavy/mikhail/misha
engineer/dell conagher
medic/ludwig
pyro
spy
💚 Other Characters 💚
Cecil Stedman (invincible)
Walter Skinner (x-files)
Arthur Morgan (red dead redemption 2)
Hosea Matthews (red dead redemption 2)
Kieran Duffy (red dead redemption 2)
Micah Bell (red dead redemption 2)
Susan Grimshaw (red dead redemption 2)
Bill Williamson (red dead redemption 2)
Egon Spengler (ghostbusters)
Nick (left 4 dead 2)
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i will write:
x reader, x fem/male/gn character, ships, headcanons
absolutely yucky disgusting smut of most kinds
most kinks including knife play, blood play, bondage, sub/dom, pain play, mommy/daddy, etc.
darker themes like cnc, dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, hypnotism, manipulation, gaslighting, guilting
angst, fluff, romance, friendships, hurt/comfort
jealousy, yandere, obsessive themes etc.
ships plus ships x reader also!
non-ship pairings of characters in my "will write" criteria
death, gore, extreme violence
blood, cum, spit and some piss
imagines, scenarios, full fics, short fics, headcanons
i won’t write:
underage characters (at all, in any scenario, including platonic or familial)
vomit, shit or breast milk
real people
bestiality
pregnancy/pregnancy sex/having children/step-children
age play (daddy and mommy kink fine, dd/lg not for me!)
incest
characters x monster/monster!reader (may do in commissions)
OCs or overly detailed reader specifications (may do in commissions)
AUs or crossovers (may do this in commissions)
extreme anal i.e. fisting/enemas/stretching (may do in commissions)
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also i am anti-cancel culture! i'm not about to out you/report you/fuck with your privacy if you send me anything that i'm not sure about or uninterested in writing
and finally, no pressure at all but if you want to thank me i would greatly appreciate reblogs, comments, and maybe even a tip
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