#pathetic puppy eyes im sick

[goldfades]

more luke hughes fics im literally on my knees

i haven't written for baby luke in forever and since i am deathly ill, here is a little fic about being sick.

Luke Hughes is dying.

At least, that's what he claims, his voice scratchy with dramatic flair as he groans from the depths of your bed—not his bed, of course, because apparently yours is "infinitely more comfortable." Never mind that his mattress is practically brand new, or that he has a fancy memory foam pillow that cost more than your monthly grocery bill. No, according to Luke, your slightly lumpy, average, definitely-not-fancy bed holds some magical, restorative quality that his can't compete with. He's staked his claim, a tangle of long limbs and disheveled blankets, looking like the tragic hero of his own melodramatic play.

You stand in the doorway, arms crossed, watching the heap of misery that is your boyfriend. His hoodie is bunched up around his waist, revealing a sliver of pale skin, and his nose is an impressive shade of pink. A tissue dangles precariously from his hand, and a mountain of its crumpled comrades litters the floor beside him like the aftermath of a very soft, very sneezy battle.

"I think I'm dying," Luke mumbles, voice thick with congestion, like he’s auditioning for the role of Most Pathetic Human Alive.

"You're not dying," you reply, deadpan. "You have a cold."

He sniffles dramatically, pulling the blanket up over his head with the kind of effort that suggests he's lifting a thousand-pound weight. "It's worse than a cold. It's, like, a super cold. A mega cold."

You roll your eyes, but there's an undeniable fondness tucked between the sarcasm and sighs. Crossing the room, you perch on the edge of the bed, nudging his burrito-shaped form with your elbow. "Did the super cold steal your ability to get up and drink water? Because there's a glass on the nightstand that's been sitting there since this morning."

A muffled, tragic noise emerges from under the blanket. "It tastes better when you bring it to me."

Of course it does.

You sigh, not because you're annoyed, but because this is Luke—your Luke. And if he wants to be a big, whiny baby about his "super cold," you can let him have this one. Grabbing the glass, you shift closer, lifting his blanket just enough to see his pouty, flushed face peeking out.

"Here, Your Highness," you say, gently pressing the cool glass to his hands. He takes it with exaggerated gratitude, like you've just fetched him water from the Fountain of Youth.

"You're the best," he croaks dramatically, taking a small sip as if it's his last.

You brush his messy hair off his damp forehead, the affection slipping through without resistance. "Anything else for the dying man? Grapes? A cool cloth? A lullaby?"

His eyes, glassy from the congestion, brighten a little. "A cuddle might help. For medicinal purposes."

You chuckle softly, sliding under the covers beside him. He immediately drapes himself over you, all heavy limbs and needy warmth, burying his face into your neck with a satisfied sigh.

"Definitely medicinal," he mumbles, already sounding less miserable.

And even though he’s sniffly and probably spreading his germs, you let him.

A few minutes pass, filled with his occasional sniffles and dramatic sighs. Then, with a pitiful groan, he mumbles, "I might never recover. This could be it for me."

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, the corners of your mouth twitching. "Oh no, what will the world do without Luke Hughes?"

"It'll be a darker place," he whispers, clutching your arm weakly, as if this is his final goodbye. "Tell my story. Be brave."

You snort, unable to hold it in any longer. "I'll make sure they build a statue in your honor. Right in the middle of the living room."

He peeks up at you with glassy, puppy-dog eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite the act. "Make sure it’s life-sized. Actually, bigger. Like, heroic proportions."

"Naturally," you reply, stroking his hair with mock seriousness. "Anything for the hero of our time."

And even though he's being ridiculous, you don't mind. Because he's your ridiculous, dramatic, oversized baby—and you love him for it.

A week later, the universe proves it has a twisted sense of humor.

You’re bundled on the couch, tissues piled around you in a sad, crumpled fortress, your head pounding and nose stuffy—an exact, miserable mirror of Luke’s performance from last week. The only difference? You’re not nearly as dramatic. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Luke, on the other hand, is thriving. Not because you’re sick—though he does seem a little too smug about it—but because he’s now fully recovered and basking in the role reversal with alarming enthusiasm.

He saunters into the living room, wearing that infuriatingly healthy glow, hair tousled perfectly like he’s in a shampoo commercial. He’s holding a cup of tea with both hands, an exaggerated look of sympathy plastered on his face.

“Aww, look at my poor, sick baby,” he coos, crouching beside you and tucking the blanket around your shoulders like you’re fragile glass. “Is this what it felt like when I was dying?”

You glare at him, voice raspy as you croak, “You weren’t dying.”

“Oh, I was,” he insists dramatically, setting the tea down with the flair of someone performing a sacred ritual. “But unlike some people, I didn’t complain.”

You snort, which unfortunately turns into a cough. Luke pats your back with an over-the-top gentleness, like he’s comforting a Victorian child with consumption.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, brushing your hair off your clammy forehead with mock tenderness. “I’ll tell your story. Be brave.”

You weakly smack his arm, but the grin on your face betrays you.

[jesuistrestriste]

whispering in art’s ear, playing with his sensitive nipples, putting ur fingers in his mouth as u give him a reach-around while he’s sat on ur lap… ugh, the dream.

art’s bare back rests against your clothed chest, warm and slightly shaky, as your firm words keep his legs obediently spread apart.

“thaaat’s it, hon,” you purr into his ear, nodding, as your fingertips on both hands work to rub little teasing circles over his nipples, “good boy… it feels good, yeah?”

he squirms.

“mm—“ he whines out softly, and his head tips back against your shoulder, but he nods a little to appease you anyway.

his hands move to grip your ankles—the ones keeping his limbs caged in with yours—and he squeezes gently as he lets out a sharp moan and shudders forward. you watch his spine curl over.

“oh!” you smirk, leaning forward a bit to look down between his legs where his darkened boxers barely contain his arousal, “so cute.. you’re wet just like a girl, baby—“

art keens, his abdomen tensing and shaking as a heavy blurt of precome spills into the confines of the material, and he shakes his head.

“can i come?” he whispers breathlessly and desperately.

“nuh uh. not yet. i haven’t even started playing with you properly, you know that. what ever happened to slowing down and just enjoying the ride?” you tease, your hands slowly gliding down his abdomen.

he shakes his head.

“i gotta come, it hurts—“ he whimpers.

you sigh tiredly, but there’s no real anger or annoyance to it.

you just need him to learn when to shut his mouth. and if he won’t do it, you’ll do it for him.

“i’m getting sick all of this whining, art. now be good and open up,” you hum.

he obeys, no surprise there, and you reach your right hand up and gingerly slide your middle and ring finger over the soft, wet warmth of his tongue. he immediately moans and closes his eyes, his mouth working to envelop your digits as he suckles and drools around them helplessly like a starved puppy.

your left hand goes down into the front of his boxers and you wrap it around him as you feel him suck your fingers to the back of his throat.

“MM—! Mmmph—!” he whines loudly and pathetically, his hips arching up into your touch.

he licks and gasps and murmurs around your touch in his mouth like he’s worried you’ll pull away at any second, and your other hand starts to fist his cockhead wetly as his cries get louder, and louder, and louder, and louder—

“AHHMMPH—“ the blonde shakes in his seat between your legs, sticky saliva finally dripping down over his toned stomach as his jaw drops into a sinful ‘o’ and his blunt nails dig into your skin. you pull back your fingers from his mouth, and thick transparent strings of spit follow suit.

art doesn’t waste a second. he can’t.

“ohhh, can i come now..?” he breathes out urgently, like he’s one wrong move away from blowing his load before he can get your say-so, “can i please? oh god, please, i need to come, i wanna come for you—“

it’s hard not to give in when he looks like such a pathetic mess.

“fine,” you say gently, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck, “but i better hear how grateful you are. i wanna hear you say it when you feel it coming out, ‘kay?”

art braces himself, the suffocating flood of pleasure causing his limbs to lock up as he nods the best he can.

“ohh, my god, oh my god, oh my god, yes yes yes, i will, i will i— im— im about to—“

the first squirt of his orgasm catches him completely off-guard, and then he’s tumbling over the steep edge with a sharp sob; tears are spilling before he can blink them away, and the copious wetness suddenly seeping through his underwear and over your moving grasp can no longer be ignored.

“OHH! yes-ss-! i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m fucking cuhhminggh—!” he shudders out lowly and cries, “d-ohh, please, thank you, thank you, thank you thank you—!”

his body trembles against yours as he lets out a stupidly large amount of fluid, but you pump him through every wave till he’s slurring his words and telling you that he “can’t take it anymore” (he could, he can, he’s just a bit of a baby sometimes).

after he’s all spent and done, he tilts his head back and to the side so that he can kiss you, and he’s surprised when the warmth of your hand can no longer be felt against his tingling flesh. and then your tongue in his mouth is being replaced by your fingers that are absolutely covered in his spend.

on another day, maybe he’d feel a little odd about it, but you’ve lulled him into such a fucked-out headspace that he can’t help but start licking and sucking himself off of you.

after all, it’s just another way to show his appreciation for all that you do for him. all that you allow him to feel via your loving hands, and your loving mouth, and your loving hole(s).

“thank you,” he mumbles, his mouth thick and full of his own spit and come and your soft digits, but you understand him perfectly.

how could you not?

[aajjks]

loser ≠ lover (m)

synopsis. He wants you so much, even if you’ll destroy him, because he’d let you.

fem reader x yandere oc.

warnings. yándere, öbsession, masochïstic tendencies, mentions of physical, emotional abûse, unhealthy thöughts, èxtreme obsession, obsessive thoughts.

note. MY FIRST OC!!!!! UHHH IM SO SO NERVOUS BECAUSE IM NEW TO THIS KIND OF THING BUT I HOPE YOU ALL WILL GIVE HIM A CHANCE. HES ALL YOURS TO INTERACT WITH, send fanart?!?? Please I’d be honoured, send asks talk to him!!!! 😭💌

second instalment x

loser boy who worships the ground you walk on!

Who licks off the dirt that trails off your shoes as you walk down the school hallway.

loser boy who is so obsessed with you that he can’t breathe if he can’t get a look at you.

loser boy who can’t feel anything but love for you, passion that pumps so hard in his veins for you, who can’t say a word without stuttering except your name.

Loser boy who follows you around like a lost puppy, who doesn’t care if your ‘friends’ cuss at him, if you call him a dirty dog.

At least you’re talking to him! God, he’s so lucky!

“Goodness fuck off! You sicko! How’d you find my address!?” You spit at him, your eyes filled so beautifully with hues of disgust, your luscious lips curled up in annoyance. He smiles so brightly at you, God, you’re so beautiful.

“O-Oh please! C-Call me more names! P-Please!” He begs, on his knees, his raven hair falling on his grey orbs, his lashes wet as he begs you.

You feel embarrassed, He notices, yet he feels his heart burning from the need to hear you insult him.

It’s been too long.

And that’s why he’s here, at 1 am right infront of your door, begging.

“Fucking masochist! You’re so disgusting! FUCK OFF.” The way your shoe hits his jaw, makes him moan out your name like a prayer.

You groan in anger, he gets up again, you struggle against him, your nails scratch him, the burn feels euphoric, he missed you so bad.

“You don’t understand huh?!? LEAVE. ME. ALONE.” You try to get away from him, the boy doesn’t let you, instead he grabs your legs, wrapping his arms around them, “n-no please! take me back please!” He’s sobbing.

Yet his heart loves the thrill of your resistance, it turns him on so much, his pants feel so painfully tight, “NEVER! You ARE NOT GOOD FOR ANYTHING! You are of no use to me anymore!” you keep insulting him, it makes him feel so relieved.

You hadn’t been talking to him for so long, he almost went insane without you.

“Y-YN p-please kiss me!” He stands up, “p-please!”

“FUCK OFF Ezekiel!” His mind blurs.

His tongue lulls out and he whimpers as you finally utter his name out, it sounds so good, so erotic from your mouth, His name was made for you to call out.

He is so obsessed with you.

“S-Say it again… p-please!” Ezekiel stands up, his knees wobble, the stormy grey eyes are full of lust, craziness.

You roll your eyes at him again, it only makes him so much more excited, he loves your rejection so much, he always has.

Because it’s a unique bond between you, you treat him special, he knows.

“fuck off weirdo.” Ezekiel doesn’t say anything but pushes you against the door of your house, “YN…” he brings his face so much closer to you, he feels scared yet thrilled.

You’re so unpredictable, it makes him shake with anticipation.

“P-Please don’t leave- don’t-don’t abandon me! I-I’m sorry I disappointed you b-but he deserved it.” You raise your eyebrows at his ‘apology’

“No. Get away from me you sick freak! You had no right to beat him up like that, who are you huh? My boyfriend? Please…” you scoff, “you’re nothing to me Ezekiel, absolutely nothing.” You spit again at him.

God.

“You’re just a pathetic man who gets me off. You’re just a pastime you get that?” You point your finger to his chest.

“Y’know you’re lucky you have a big dick and a pretty face. sometimes you’re obedient too and you make good punching bag.” You laugh so cruelly, venom drips in your words.

Yet he takes it as words of praise.

“You’re like my dog.”

Yes he is.

“S-So please just take me back? I-I’m so sorry YN…. Please punish me but not like this! H-HIT ME.” He takes your hand and swipes it hard across his cheek.

You gasp in surprise, Ezekiel looks at you with pure desperation. “Please! I-I can’t live without you,” he bites his lower lip, the mole under his lips becomes more evident.

“I-I can please you! I can help you get off! Please let me- give me a chance- I’ll make you cum as many times you’ll want to- PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION!”

“P-Please!”

[dollyonm0lly]

Hi, I love your things to much💕💕

So I was thinking maybe Lucius has also an niece, the daughter of commodus

No one knows of your existence, you are a concubine for the emperors. They have more but your their favorite. Then one day Lucius wanted to help you escape, you did not and told the emperors of it. Normally they are never soft doms, but this time they are and you are praised for what a good girl you are to them

Soo, soft stuff for you guys!! Or I tried at least, lolol, im still very sick, so this did wonders to me. <3 The reader in this one is kinda pathetic tho, not sorry.

“Love you, my Emperor… Love you so much…” – Both Emperors hear you say in your meek voice, like a song to their ears, you can feel Geta's warm hand on your cheek, caressing the soft skin of your face, which subconsciously seeks more of his affection, rubbing itself against his palm like an abandoned kitten would, your tongue obediently sticking out of your mouth, which he wastes no time in placing his thumb on top of, letting you explore it with your lips passionately. You close your eyes, feeling the pleasurable sensation of fingers running through your hair, combing your strands, untangling them, massaging your scalp. You try to sharpen your senses, focusing on their sweet aroma, Caracalla's hand massaging your head, urging you to lean even more towards Geta's hand, making you lose yourself more in their caresses, it's delicate. It's special, you feel special in this moment. You were good today, very good indeed.

“Nooo…” – You meow in disappointment when you feel Geta's hand start to move away from your face, instantly following it with your head so as not to lose its warmth, surprisingly Geta allows you to do so, on normal days, he would have brushed you away and slapped you across the face for your incessant neediness. You smile at today's change in attitude, just as you feel like purring when Caracalla starts spreading kisses in your uncovered cheek. You feel so loved by both of them, you wish that every day would be like this from now on, even if as an unattainable dream, you know why they are acting like this, you're not getting all of this good treatment on a silver platter, you earned it, deserved it, even though you had to sacrifice some things for others, you are content with your choice.

This feels good, you did good, you think to yourself, you don't feel guilty. You swallow hard, an audible gulp, you try to push that look of hurt and betrayal to the back of your mind. His look of hurt and betrayal. He seems like a ghost in your life now, you can feel the weight of guilt on your back, making you have to shake your head from side to side to shake off the negative feelings. It was worth it, it was worth it, it was worth it, it was worth it… You repeat in your head, until everything becomes clear again, until you can again feel the comforting caresses on your body, welcoming you. Finally, you are welcomed.

“We plan to make love to you today, my dear” – Geta says, taking your mind off other matters and focusing on both Emperors again, you open your eyes to admire him, he has what you would say is the closest to a sweet smile on his features than you will ever see from him. You can feel your heart skip a beat, turning to jelly in Caracalla's arms, who now holds you a little more firmly against his body, almost placing you on his lap.

“Make love?” – You question curiously, your voice dreamy with false expectations, never in the many years you have served them have you ever heard of this lovemaking thing.

“Don't you love us?” – You hear Caracalla questioning in your ear, pretending to be hurt by your question, his head rubbing against your neck, his hair tickling your face, like a puppy.

“I do…!” – You respond instantly, surprised that they would even ask you that, oblivious to the manipulative tone behind it. You did everything you did out of love for them, and out of love for the attention and affection they can provide you, in times like these, they are the only ones who could provide the minimum of security for you and your well-being, they make sure you know that, the certainty that nothing would happen to you as long as you are in their favor.

Silence falls, you can feel the words you want to say on the tip of your tongue, but uncertainty makes you hold them back for minutes longer.

“Do you love me…?” – You ask both Geta and Caracalla, you can't contain the anticipation in your voice, even if it's weak and hesitant. You are met with laughter from the twins, they laugh at your question, they think you're such a box of surprises, you really were born to be an entertainer just for them!

“You are so cute” – Caracalla says, it sounds mocking, just like their laugh, and it wasn't the answer you were hoping to receive, but even so, it makes your heart warm inside your chest. They think you're cute. They think something of you, you are something. Your happy little smile earns you a pat on the head from Geta.

“Cute indeed…” – Geta responds in agreement, both twins exchange glances, Geta licks his lips before smiling at you – "Why don't you get more comfortable for us, dear?” – He gestures to the bed, encouraging you sneak further back.

Caracalla helps you with that, taking the initiative to crawl to the headboard of the bed himself, resting his back against it, his pale legs spread wide to create the perfect space for you. He calls you over, patting his thigh twice, and you are drawn to him like a moth to light. You shyly walk over to him, turning to lay your back against his chest, with the two of you sitting in this position, he wraps his arms around your body, hugging you close, the easy access allowing him to bury his nose in your neck, laying his forehead on your shoulder. – "Help me get these off” – He says in a controlled tone, trying to be loving, you appreciate that, normally he would have impatiently instructed you, as if you were the fool for not knowing what he wanted before he even asked, or he would have pushed you and taken them off himself. You lift your hips off the bed a little, making it easier for him to remove your panties, doing so delicately with the tips of his fingers on the elastic, letting you feel the fabric slide over your skin until it is completely removed, earning you a little kiss of thanks on your exposed shoulder.

You miss the way the twins look at each other or how Caracalla hands your panties to Geta, who puts them in a place on the bed that he can remember later on. But one thing you don't miss is how Geta now also approaches your body, trapping you, his hands resting on the headboard that Caracalla leans on, trapping both your head and his between his arms. On Caracalla's lap, you open your legs, inviting Geta to settle between them, something that he gladly accepts.

“Let's get you all prepped and ready, dear” – Geta says as he admires your face, his hands going down to the bottom of your robe, lifting it to give him a better view of your body and intimacy, meanwhile, Caracalla does the same, letting your robe slide down over your shoulders, leaving kisses on the new free skin, your bust now exposed to the cold air of the room, your robe becoming a mess that only covers your torso and nothing more. You watch the way Geta takes his two fingers, the index and the middle one, between his lips, sucking them with intent, his eyes never straying from yours, Caracalla's own fingers already at work, moving down your body until they reach your lower lips, opening you for his brother, the cold air hitting your pussy.

Geta and Caracalla prepare you carefully, both watching attentively as your entrance slowly gets used to the intrusion of Geta's fingers, Caracalla stimulating your clitoris with his, every now and then you watch as he spits on his own hand before stimulating you again, they love the way you are always so tight, you crush their cock in the most perfect way possible. – "Must take good care of this cunt, it's my favorite one" – Caracalla growls, licking a drop of sweat that previously ran down your face, you giggle happily in the midst of pleasure, yours is the favorite, no other.

“She liked what she heard, she almost cut off the blood circulation in my fingers” – Geta jokes, referencing to the way you clenched and squeezed his fingers when you heard the compliments, you love it when they compliment you, you wish they would do it more often. – "How would you like to be taken today, dear?” – He questions, letting you make some of the choices, tonight will be about you and what you want, that's what they agreed between themselves.

“Want to be hugged…” – Embarrassed, you confess, you didn't expect such a needy response from yourself, however, this is a unique chance, unfortunately, you recognize that, you can't let the shyness of being so emotionally dependent on them take over. You need their embrace like you need air, you hate to be truthful to yourself.

“Awfully romantic, huh” – Caracalla chuckles, Geta arches his eyebrows in agreement, neither daring to question or stand against your decision. Geta helps you sit more precisely on his brother's lap, Caracalla's cock now rubbing at your entrance, you hold him by the base of his penis, slowly introducing him inside you, earning a moan from both of you when he reaches the end, you can feel it almost hitting your cervix, reaching all the perfect places in your pussy. You rest your head on Geta's chest, getting used to the feeling of his brother inside of you, as does Caracalla, who tries to control himself by resting his head on your back, it is a difficult task for both of them, being so patient with your body, normally they wouldn't prepare you or at least wait for you to get used to the feeling of intrusion.

A few minutes pass, your breathing gradually regulates, your pussy starts to want more instead of trying to repudiate what's in it, you look at Geta, and that's all he needs for confirmation, getting closer to you, you do the same to him that you did to his twin, holding him at his base, your delicate fingers feeling his pubic hair rise in goosebumps with the touch, and you bring him to your entrance, he lets you do everything in your own time, watching as you slowly insert him too in your pussy. It's a tight fit, you feel like you're being torn in half, and as tears stream down your face, a groan is heard from Geta and Caracalla, oh, how they love the feeling of being milked alive by you and your fucking perfect cunt, you can feel Caracalla's nails digging into your arm unconsciously, something he tries to alleviate by distributing kisses on your back. They hurt you so lovingly that you can almost pretend it never hurt.

As agreed, they embrace you, Geta wraps his arms around your waist, while Caracalla's make your hips their home, both pressing you against their own bodies, making you become inseparable from each other. You let one of your arms fall over Geta's shoulder, resting there, while the other wraps itself around Caracalla's head, playing with the strands of hair on the back of his neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss, his tongue tasting your mouth as if there was nothing more delicious, his moans being straight sinful on your lips. You rub your lower body against Geta's, seeking to stimulate your clit against his pubic mound, his hair there becoming sticky with your fluids, he mercifully helps you, letting a globule of saliva come out of his lips into the middle of your bodies, lubricating your movements more, earning him an animalistic moan from you and the separation of your kiss with Caracalla, starting one with Geta as naked and raw as the past, the carnal desire speaking for itself. Your minimal movements still do a lot to stimulate the cocks inside you, earning a unanimous moan with every rub you make or every adjustment, soon, you find yourself seeking more of that exciting feeling with the taste of heaven, moving your waist so that you start to ride them gradually.

It's almost too much, the way they let you make your own rhythm, your own dance, just helping you stand on shaky knees ready to give up, but you can't, you can't stop, you need that release that's so far away but so close that you can take it in your hands. You can barely see them anymore, your eyes close, you let yourself drown in the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sticky feeling of sweat, the profanities and compliments, the kisses, caresses and wounds, if you try hard, you can almost focus on the various I love yous that come out of Caracalla's mouth, who barely realizes who he really is when the pleasure is too much, and they would accuse you of being the romantic one, you laugh in your head.

You hear Geta's moan of pleasure mixed with pain as the hand on his shoulder begin to scratch and tear at it, drops of blood running down his bare, pale back. But he barely protests, being a good girl really does have its perks, huh. If being a good girl is always going to result in you having the affection of your Emperors and a free pass to do things without being punished, maybe you should rat people out more often, you let your mind wander as you reach your climax, writhing between their bodies, both of them letting their cocks impale you inside to your heart's content, you would have them forever in you if you could, their cocks are just made for you, a gift from God just for you.

“I love your smell.”

“I love your eyes.”

“I love your body.”

“I love your voice.”

"I love your breasts.”

“I love your curves.”

“I love this fucking pussy.”

You hear them say, one after the other cumming inside you, painting your walls white, and your body red with each touch. You feel disgusting. You feel loved.

“Do you love me?” – You ask again, between gasps, just like them, you feel your vision start to darken, you feel so safe that you could fall asleep right now, a groan of discontent as they disconnect from inside you. Everything is almost like a pitch black, you feel them cleaning you, you being gently laid on the bed, something clothing fabric like cleaning your pussy and everything that runs out of it.

They open your lips, shoving the fabric into your mouth. Oh, it must be your panties, you assume even with your clouded mind. It tastes like your fluids mixed with their divine cum. You suck on it like a pacifier, bodies intertwining with yours on the bed.

“Yes.”

“Very much so.”

[moronkombat]

Im in love with your writing for MK ❤️ and I’m in love with Syzoth 💚 . So may I request Syzoth having a heavy breeding kink and desperate filling his human s/o to the brim with his seed also having a size kink .

tw: afab pronouns and anatomy used

Syzoth could truly not himself. He a sick man, one so depraved and foul. There no stopping it, however, he a slave to these compulsions that strangle him savagely. Guided by that which is written in his nature, the primal need he simply cannot deny, Syzoth is exceptionally wicked.

Blurred eyes of emerald stare at the figure so pinned beneath him. Her legs so far pushed and moved into the air as he has made her bend and stretch so that he may drive himself so deeply into her. He knows she is moaning yet the world so corroded with the sensation of her tight and sticky walls suctioning onto his long and thick length.

Never has sex felt so good since he discovered human intercourse. Such a warm place to sheath himself into. Oh so wet and sloppy it feels coiled around him. So warm...so warm...Syzoth loves her pussy wrapped around his cock. He could live within it forever and ever. What a heaven that would be to be blessed with breeding her pussy endlessly.

There's a deep growl bellowing around his throat as his cock continues its attack on her wet and sticky core. Syzoth is panting, trying to push more and more of himself into her but his length struggles. It thick and wide, how could she hope to fit it all?

"C-Come on..." Syzoth whispers into the air, hips burning and burning. "Take more...come on...!"

Moans burst to life from the depths of her lungs and he presses forward in his siege. Her defenses simply cannot manage, beginning to crumble apart into agonizing rapture. More and more she spreads for him, the seas of her parting for its master.

Such pathetic pants come from him, like an eager and overly excited puppy. Moans find themselves dancing together, tangled and unclear of which belongs to who. The sea is open to him, exposed completely and finally all of his length is surrounded in embers.

Green eyes cannot help but look at that outline etched into her pretty little stomach. Soon it will full of much more, so much more. He's leans over her, so close, so desperate. He wants to finish, he wants to finish inside her. Inside his seed will gather and mingle with her precious nurturing home. Through this wonderful gestation will be his brood, his kin.

His spine his curling and shaking with just the thought of filling her up with his offspring. How beautiful she will look so rounded with his child. Her breasts already so plush will swell and swell to provide for his child and for him. Syzoth must get her pregnant. He must...he must!

The grip on her morphs into power, fingers leaving bruises in her skin. Yes, that's it...she throbs around him so wildly, already trying to milk him dry. He'll provide, he'll give it all to her. Syzoth cannot stop himself, thrusts so brutally feverish; guided by that primal need to breed.

"Get pregnant..." he growls so close to her neck. "Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, getpregnantgetpregnant-"

Words bends and slur together until they become lost in the fog of groans and moans. From that fog a birth a pleasure is sprung upon them. So much...so warm and gushing as he delivers himself into her.

"Have my babies..." words are whispers on a voice most sore. "you'll look so pretty..."

Syzoth cannot be sure if he even speaking aloud or if these mere thoughts but it didn't matter. He stays so nestled within her burning nether. Such pretty pearls are poured into a womb most inviting and Syzoth's long and forked tongue curls around her neck so sweetly.

Both of them are panting now. So tired, so worn and yet Syzoth begins to move his hips again. Her moans are a wanton cry, still so sensitive but he cannot stop yet. Not until each precious drop of his seed finds a home inside her womb.

im such a nasty fucker for lewding syzoth like this omfg

[q1ngqve]

i’ll try to be more specific and english isnt my first language

Dr ratio x sub obsessed (not yandere anymore so) reader (it can be any gender)

Dr ratio then gets very irritated by the reader because their too clingy and punishes them with uh yk (SMUT THANK YOU, im sorry if this doesnt make sense im not good with english)

im gonna assume he fucks her with a knife 😭 because that’s what you people like (me too)

CW; fem! obsessed reader, penetration (with dagger), orgasm denial (?)

he’s just trying to work you know? but you’re so clingy and obsessive of him, you just can’t leave him be :( gotta follow him around everywhere like a lost puppy

you’ve made him mess up a few of his schedules because of how clingy you are, so of course he’s mad when you distract him from this important paperwork that he’s currently working on

he has you propped up on the table, paperwork under your ass, and him between your legs, staring down at you angrily. if this were a cartoon, you swear fumes would be coming out of his ears

“you’re fucking obsessed with me, aren’t you? can’t even give me some alone time to do my work. so fucking pathetic.” his harsh tone doesn’t deter you though! his breathing hitches when you look up at him with big, bright eyes that seem to say ‘yes I am pathetic for you.’

his fingers would grip roughly at your hips as he strips the dagger from your thigh, pulling it up to your neck, holding it there as he threatens you, telling you to back off or he’ll actually kill you

probably thinks he’s gone crazy because seeing you so obsessed triggers something sick inside him, and he’s lowkey loving it! kisses you so hard and so suddenly that you fall back onto the table, landing on your back with a soft oof, successfully sticking his tongue into you

also doesn’t give you a heads up when he slices the skirt and underwear you’re wearing with your dagger before rubbing the blunt end against your folds, the tip dragging over deliciously on your clit!!!! he’s still angry though, so when he notices the way your body reacts, he snatches it away from you >:(

pushes the knife in without warning, the rough edges of the handle rubbing your gummy, spasming walls in a way that has your eyes rolling and back arching 😖 he doesn’t like that you’re enjoying this though, pulls away seconds before your orgasm!

straps the dagger back onto your thigh and leaves his office nonchalantly 🤭

[bingeate-r]

Hello helloo!!

The Zenji headcanon/oneshot has me on a deathgrip. I absolutely love the way you wrote him<3

So I'm here to humbly request possible Kaito headcanons or a drabble. Literally anything for the beloved boyfail. Maybe some comfort? He deserves all the cuddles, headpats and forehead kisses for the shit hes put through for simply being a little pathetic :[ That is all

feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it <33 okok byee<3

thank you for doing gods work fr <3

WITH A REQUEST THIS DELIGHTFUL HOW COULD I REFUSE? YOU ARE SO KIND. I was lowkey scared I didn’t do Zenji justice, so I appreciate all of your kind words!!

Here is my take on a lil Kaito fluff/comfort!

Kaito Fuji

You had finally just made it out of class, an armful of books piled within your arms as you trailed through the halls, ready to return to your makeshift home and die for the night. You barely stepped outside when your phone began to buzz from within your pocket.

A soft hum escaped your lips as you retrieved it from your pocket, seeing a series of texts from Kaito.

‘I’m sick 🥵🥵’ the first one read.

‘I can feel my body growing weaker… the end is near 😵‍💫’ was the second one.

‘If only there was a pretty girl that could nurse me back to health 👀’ there it was, his true request.

You had to stifle a laugh as you pulled up his contact, dialing his number as you changed direction, heading towards his room instead.

‘Wow, took you long enough! What if I was dead?! This sickness could have taken me, and I’d never get to see your beautiful face again!’ His voice was a flurry of pure word vomit the second he answered your call, sobs in between each sentence.

“I’ll come take care of you, just rest Kaito!” You pleaded, hoping the tears would subside. However they doubled, the sound of him sniffling now accompanying the cries.

‘YOU ARE SOOOO NICE!’ His voice rang through the phone. As you neared his room you could hear the very same sobs echoing down the halls.

“I’m almost there. Try not to die, okay?” You offered, hanging up the phone before he could protest. When you reached his door, it flew open before you could even reach out to knock.

Kaito stood in the doorway, visibly sick; at least he wasn’t lying about that part. His face was all red, and puffy, his uniform a mess like his sweat stained hair. He was still crying, cheeks wet with fresh tears. He looked like a sad little puppy.

“Oh, my poor baby!” You cooed, voice dramatic as you swooped him into your arms. He embraced the affection, giving just a moment of side eye before diving back into your shoulder.

“Are you mocking me?” Came his muffled voice. You shook your head insistently, taking baby steps to guide him back to bed.

“Kaito! I would never! You are clearly on the verge of death!”

That was it. With a huff and another dramatic sob, he tore from your arms, body flying into the bed. He bundled into the blankets, hiding his face from you.

‘Im so pathetic even my own girlfriend makes fun of me!’ He sobbed out. What a poor, poor, dramatic boy.

You took the moment of his pouting as an opportunity to kick off your shoes. Careful not to step on any rogue limbs, you climbed into the bed next to him. Kaito looked up, his head peeking out from the blanket burrito he had turned himself into. When you met his gaze he began to inch closer like a little worm, nestling his head in your lap with a huff.

Your hand dropped down, rubbing idly along his blanket clad back. “Take a nap, Kai, I bet you’ll feel better when you wake up. I’ll stay here the whole time, pinky promise.” Your voice was convincing, as was the pinky you jutted out in his direction.

Kaito wiggled for a moment, unburying his arm to link his pinky with yours. Once he was satisfied he reburied it, resuming his burrito position on your lap.

“Nicest… girlfriend… EVER.” The words were accentuated with soft sobs, only calming down once your hand met his head. You raked your fingers through his hair, eyes focused on what little of his face was visible. Slowly the sobs died down, turning into soft snores. His body relaxed further into your legs, his messy blonde hair poking out of the blanket as drool dripped from the corner of his lips.

Kaito was a handful, but it was undeniable how cute he looked bundled up and in your lap.

[hot-puppuccino]

I’m so weak right now, i feel all dazed and pathetic. I can’t tell if I’m sick or if it’s allergies, but god i want to wake up in the middle of my hibernation to slowly kiss. A lazy make out, my arms trying to grip and hold on, but my hands are just too weak. You periodically feel me slowly grinding against you, im mixed up between reality and dream falling in and out light sleeps. You’ve heard me whine and groan over my ailment all night, you feel so sorry for me. You just want to take care of your sick puppy. I want to feel soft kisses on the back of my head all over the nape of my neck. I want your soft hands rubbing the side of my sore body.

I stir, eyes open at least, still not very awake but now conscious my groans smooth into soft moans. Your obsessed with how hot my skin feels, how heat just radiates off of my body. Your hand follows this warmth to my stomach, you follow the heat slowly noticing how much warmer i feel the further your hand goes down. My eyes roll back a bit when i feel your hand graze over my bush. You take some slightly twisted pleasure is seeing me this vulnerable, and you take even more satisfaction in taking care of my needs.

You glide lightly across my tiny tdick, i shudder and moan, i never had any control to start with not in this state, i try grinding myself on your elusive fingers gently teasing me. It’s just too much work, i cant keep going. My whines get more pleading as my distress grows my body is comparative still to my regular health. You pity me so sweetly, your arm hold me tighter and your merciful hand strokes me gently. My heavy breathing fills the room. My lazy grinding against your soft bulge and your gentle working hand build me up slowly. This is truly bliss.

I can’t think about anything but your touch and your voice.

As you whisper sweet nothings into my ear between butterflied kisses.

The thorough pleasure and love you give to me at my weakest. I feel so cared for so safe as i work my way up to an overly intense orgasm on your hand. You slowly stroke my tdick harder and harder coaxing me to cum, telling me how much of a good job im doing how well i handle your touch, praising your good boy. Holding me tight against your warm soft body as i finish. You slowly work your way down bringing me to a soft finish. I turn to hold onto you and kiss you falling asleep with my face pressed perfectly into yours.

[vanilla-teddybear]

Remember Me

Hanahaki disease

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Synopsis: You have been in love with Midorya for months but when he confessed his feelings for someone else you became ill

Remember me though I have to say goodbye Remember me, don't let it make you cry For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart Remember…..

The first flower spilled suddenly from your lips, like a warm waterfall. When you were pretending to be Oblivious and asked Deku who he liked he said “Uraraka”

That broke you to the core and before you knew it you were throwing up daffodils. It Symbolized unrequited love.

Your heart started to hurt and tears ran down your face as you continued to throw up petals. You pathetically chuckled wiping the tears away and flushing your toilet. You laid in your bed with a trash bin near your bed, you been throwing up petals all night now having any average sleep.

For the past first two weeks you’ve been hiding it, playing it off as tiredness.

Until Midoriya and Uraraka actually started dating making you even worse than before. You started throwing up more than petals this time it was full blown flowers. You were scared, you weren't even sure that you can hide this from Mr. Aizawa anymore.

He was suspicious of you already.

You looked up everything about the diseased and you didn't want to take the surgery and forget about your first love. So you were gonna die watch Izuku fall for someone else that isn't you.

As you were throwing up red flowers, Bakugou kneeled beside you in worried surprisingly as he held your hair up.

"What the fuck ___" he mumbled he knew what this was, but he was in denial seeing one of his friends since middle school dying in front of him.

"Im dying I know and my dying wish is for you not to tell anyone, I want to die is peace and in the water" You said bluntly making Baukgou gape at you.

"WHAT? YOUR JUST GONNA ACCEPT THIS ___?" He yelled at you qustioning if your bring rational or not.

You looked dead already with eye bags covered in flowers from your throat. "I-Im so tired Katsuki" You whispered as tears flowed down your face. His face held pity and guilt heistant before nodding. He held you close.

"T-Tell me the guy your dying for at least ___" He mumbled looking you with his red eyes as you sigh in agreement. "Izuku" you said making his eyes widen before nodding.

You both sit in the bathroom in silence on the floor until he inturpts the silence again. "what will your last moments be?"

"In the ocean watching the sunset before fading away" You mumbled sadly.

"Ill come with you to take your body to the officials" Bakugou said sternly making you nod as you both stay in the bathroom longer for peace from each other.

The Next day...

Bakugou kept an eye on you to make sure you weren't worse then before and even if he cant see it he can tell you were gonna fade soon.

"___!!!" Midoriya called out to you grabbing your hand as you tense. "We havent hang out in a while its like I barley see you anymore, How about we go get ice cream later or go to our hangout spot-" He rambles but stop when you snatch your hand from his like he was poison.

He gave you a questioning look trying to take your hand back "Puppy whats wrong?" he asked stepping towards before bakugou steps in between the two of you.

"Move away Nerd" Bakugou mumbles pushing Izuku backwards.

"Stay out of this Kacchan, I just wanna talk to them they been looking sick lately" Deku argued

"I prefer if we didn't hang out Midoriya" You saying his last name hit right through home as you rushed away from the both of them feeling the urge the throw up. Bakugou walked away from Deku ignoring the the green hair questions.

Using an Illusion on your teacher wasn't ideal nor was your plan but if it means leaving in peace then you took the chance.

A few more days pass and you knew it was time.

Bakugou took you to the beach, thrones were piercing your throat as you were in pain but this is your dying wish. "Thank you Katsuki" You mumbled as he stayed silent. You entered the water looking at the sunset, You threw up more flowers and then thrones as you eyes slowly closed as you faded away. Bakugou watched as his childhood friend fades away. Before you could drown he carried your dead body back to campus.

As he entered the dormitory he saw Aizawa and All Might with Midoriya all looking worried. When Midoriya saw your dead drench body he instantly snatch your body not feeling a heartbeat. He let out broken sobs.

"Young Bakugou please explain" All might whispered scared to trigger his young intern.

"She had the Hanahaki disease and she was in love with you" Bakugou bluntly said making Deku sobs louder and more broken.

All Might looked at Aizawa knowing what he meant, "Lets head to bed Bakugou and then we'll ask you questions" Aizawa tiredly said leading his student to his dorm. He can tell by Bakugou red eyes and his tear stain face that he was grieving too.

Once they left Deku sobs could still be heard.

"Young Midoriya let it all out" All might said making Deku screamed making his eyes pure green and green lightning surrounded both your bodies. His screaming was a grieving and broken scream as he doesn’t let go your body.

Remember Me…..

[mondayaddamss]

Harsh Words

[pairings]: Cold-mannered Wednesday addams x bubbly fem! reader

[summary]:Wednesday says harsh things to reader after they kept annoying her.

[Warnings]:Wednesday and her sharp words, Traumatizing moments, Reader being fucking annoying, being pinned against a locker, basically everything. VERY ANGSTY!!

[A/N]: i am literally crying in my room, i can also guarantee there will be a part 2

You were OBSESSED with the Ravenette-haired Girl. GOSH ,You would always take the chance to disturb or annoy her with your bubbly attitude. It's not like you meant to annoy her but you just wanted to be her friend, And maybe more than that.

Since there was only a few minutes until classes started, You roamed the halls looking for something interesting, That was until you spotted Wednesday. The girl who made your heart flutter every 5 seconds, you loved everything about her. Her silky hair that shines, her soft burgundy lips, Always left you wondering if they would stain yours if you stole a kiss, her black nail polish glowing in the light, her furrowed eyebrows making her attractive, Even the way she dresses is graceful enough for you.

You Ran up to her with a Huge smile on your beautiful face, her face turned into a aggravated expression When she saw you." Hyah willa watcha'doin". You say excitedly with your happy vibes getting the best of you as usual. " Whatever i may be doing does not include you, and it wont any time soon" She replies very harshly as her pace quickens. "Well do you maybe wanna go to the weathervane after class- "No, i do not Y/N i am so sick and tired of your agonizing voice" You were cut of by Wednesday pinning you against a nearby locker and yelling out at you, Her eyes burned with extreme-pure hatred only for you, not for anybody else, just for you.

"W-Willa" Was all you could utter out before wednesday continued on with her detrimental, deleterious words "I dont understand why you act this way around me, always following me around like a eager-eyed puppy it irritates me, LISTEN to me, you are not my type, I do not like you in any kind of way that is possible on this planet, I've always hated you. You could never get anything right, You are even dumber than you look, Its pathetic that i have rejected you more than a million times and you somehow find your way back to me and annoy me. Its like you have a habit of it, you are the worst thing that i have met and seen in my life and im sick of it, sick of YOU! ,YOU CANNOT EVEN SHUT YOUR MOUTH FOR A SECOND, BETTER YET YOU CAN NEVER EVER GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF, I MEAN- WHY WOULD YOU?! YOU ARE TO STUPID TO EVEN DO SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS THAT" Wednesday had yelled all of these traumatizing, and hurtful words to you, Wednesday stares blankly at you with still a bit of hate for you in her eyes as your eyes fill up with tears, everybody stared at the both of you. so filled with embarrasment, you ran out of there as fast as you could never looking back because of the tears that were frequently streaming down your face as you ran to the huge willow tree nearby. You sat down and rested under it though many thoughts still lingered inside of your head, especially those words Wednesday had said to you- no in fact YELLED to you. how could she just say those hurtful things to you , and then just embarrass you when all you wanted to do was love her. This was by far the Worst day you ever had to Experience. THE WORST DAY.

[seongminiz]

pls!! i was about to ask u if u received it or not but also i didn’t want to rush u into replying lol 👉🏻👈🏻😔

what do u think of. too. like. i love what u said and if juyeon keeps going deeper into depravity (forgive me if that doesn’t make sense) um he begins to grow horns?😈😈 and becomes a demon as well and it’s all because he would rather lust over u than be an angel or smth idk

also. idk if this is too fucked up or doesn’t make sense? but like. if u literally become addicted to their cum and are unable to function unless you’ve been fucked and filled up by them (i’m talking jumil) recently? like u get sick if they don’t take care of you and they mock u a lot for being unable to survive with their attention.. idk if that’s too weird tho so😶

pls rizz!matthew is always doing a fish eye stare of some kind pls!!🤭🤭 he’s so funny my little loser /pos

so yes i also loved everything u said and how he would manhandle u but then also!!!! i desperately need jiwoong to wreck u and break u down and punish u for being such a spoiled little silver spoon gobbling brat!!!!!! need him to cum all over ur face and humiliate you omg.. (jiwoong filming u??🫢 jiwoong filming u and matt together maybe.. idk) i need some fuckin humiliation of both u and matthew at his hands oh god

- 🧁 anon

im rlly sorry i just didnt see the notif this morning n then was out the whole day 😕

(mattwoong sandwich part is under the cut btw i yap too much for my own good)

NO YEA THATS EXACTLY WHERE I WAS TRYING TO GO WITH THAT‼️ angel juyo who starts to grow horns n whose wings start falling apart n getting darker the more hes attracted to you and wants to ruin you 💔💔💔 n hyunjae 'teaching' him how to be a demon (= how to ruin u even more) n omg !! needing their cum to live .. thats insane but also i love fuck or die situations so ,, :3 not to get too fucked up but ngl since they're both immortal i think sometimes they'd hold the 'threat' of not giving you their cum and letting u die instead . they won't do it , probably , and they have a way of making you an immortal demon too if something goes wrong and you do die bc they could never let you go - BUT its such a fucked sadistic thing of them to do and sometimes when you get a little too spoiled they need to remind you what your place is and that you are the fucktoy here :3

im like 95% sure this made no sense help

nowww 🥪 mattwoong sandwich 🥪 time‼️‼️‼️

srry this has some slight pet play n maybe dubcon idk i use the word 'forcing' but its not rlly forced omfg im rambling . idk . i went insane bye

im sorry my brain just tunnel visioned on jiwoong filming u n matt omg ★_★ it's so humiliating bc he's calling both of you his desperate puppies who can't wait for their owner and need to mess around behind his back ,, giving you orders on what to do and how to do it , forcing your head so you have no choice but to kiss matt , making out with him until you're both two drooling messes grinding on each other for any kind of release - and ofc jiwoong films all the little disgusting details , like how your spit runs down your chin and the pathetic wet patch at the front of matthew's shorts , and maybe gropes your tits a little and pinches your nipples through your top just to make you squeal and whine for his enjoyment („• ᴗ •„) calls you a spoiled brat n his little slut , and calls matthew a dirty mutt who can only think with his dick omfgfhfbf im going crazy

now i'm thinking of jiwoong having you n matt on ur knees right in front of him to suck n worship his cock too ohhhh i feel sick

[k1ll3r-k4rg0]

Pain (again)

Rating: PG13 (cw suicide, cw pain)

ficlet | all the angels say you are all to blame during main storyline | fluff / angst / comfort / whump | original characters vini x quinn (demolition lovers)

Quinn has another nightmare and wakes up hurting. Vini doesn't have a choice except to comfort him.

Quinn cries in short bursts, whimpering between each breath, trembling all over. He chokes up, his breathing tripping over himself as he feels the tears spill out hot on his cheeks, enough to stain but not enough to spill over. "Shhhh," Vini says. "Shhh, puppy it's okay it's okay…" He rubs his back, and Quinn buries his face in his chest.

A/N: I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing with this format. Trying to have an intro so you don't have the whole damn thing on your dash even tho it's only 768 words. does this work? will any one read this?? i really like them. they're really cool to me and im pretty proud of how ive been able to write descriptively recently

In his dream, he's chasing his uncle. He's racing toward him to take the gun from him before he shoots himself. He's reaching out for him, but some force is pulling him back, yanking him away, and his uncle becomes small and far away and the brains he blows out a faint red dot but the sound is agonizing. Distinct and loud over the sound of pouring rain. Not rain. The shower.

Again Quinn's ripped out of his uncles hands. Again he's thrown to the street cold and alone. Again he's forced to be alone.

He stumbles and it's bright again and there's Vini and Vini says "You shouldn't have left me" and then his voice drops pitch and he says "I waited for you and you left me" and then Vini's in his uncles place and Vini's got the gun to his own head and Vini's squeezing the trigger.

He always squeezes wrong, so he doesn't die, just blows his brains out.

Quinn always wakes to the sound of Vini's agonizing, dying screams. He's panting, breathing hard, in a cold sweat. It's dark and he doesn't know where he is or who he is.

He's scared. Trembling again. His head hurts. His right side hurts (his leg his arm his wrist his ribs). He can't breathe. He clutches the sheets in his hands (sheets. Bed). Tries to ground himself but all he feels is pain. The gunshot wound from yesterday crying out. Old wounds aching. Fuck it hurts. Fuck he's tired. He hasn't be able to rest well at all since the fuckup last week. Sweating in his sleep. Again with these damn nightmares.

He doesn't know what he'll do if he loses Vini. He doesn't know if he can live.

He's aware of someone whimpering, and he realizes with sick in his stomach it's his own voice. He's whimpering.

Something stirs next to him. Someone. Light.

He shuts his eyes, and warm hands find him. Pull him close.

He's hyperventilating now. Can't breathe. Throat closing up. He clutches whoever's got him really really tightly. Everything hurts so fucking much. It's a full body ache, like he hasn't moved any of it in centuries. The gunshot wound a bright blooming flower of pain dancing on the edge of his vision, and the rest a slow leaden sludge that sinks into his stomach, into his balls. Chokes him. He's locked up, afraid if he moves anything it'll cry out in further pain. All his bones ache. His muscles ache.

His heart aches.

He's whimpering, and Vini (it has to be, it feels like him) just tugs him closer, stroking the back of his head. Quinn's breathing quickens and he pulls Vini and his breath hitches in the back of his throat and a whine escapes him, then a pathetic sob. He cries in short bursts, whimpering between each breath, trembling all over. He chokes up, his breathing tripping over himself as he feels the tears spill out hot on his cheeks, enough to stain but not enough to spill over.

"Shhhh," Vini says. "Shhh, puppy it's okay it's okay…" He rubs his back, and Quinn buries his face in his chest. He cries like he wants his mommy, which he does. He wants his mommy, he misses his uncle, he wishes everything was okay, he wishes it would stop hurting so much, he wishes it'd all go quiet.

Vinis arms are strong and warm around him.

"You're safe," Vini says, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Don't leave me," Quinn whimpers. "Please Vini, don't leave."

Vinis grip on him tightens, and for a second, he folds. He lets it go.

"Okay," he says. "I'm here puppy. I'm never letting you go." Quinn mutters something that sounds like "I love you" but Vini ignores it. He can't let himself be vulnerable. He can't let Quinn in more than he already has.

Quinn's just gonna leave in the end.

But right now, he needs him, and Vini's happy to provide. He pets him, and Quinn folds into his embrace. He tugs at his clothes and he pushes himself against Vini, his breathing slowing. He feels safe here. Loved. Wanted.

"You're okay," Vini says, and he thinks, you'll leave just like everyone else has, and he thinks, god I wish you really loved me like I love you, and his eyes shut, and as Quinn wraps his arms around Vini back, as Quinn pulls him close, Vini's breathing regulates, slows. His eyes stay shut.

He sleeps, safe.

[meanderingfamilytree]

Contains: M!Bailey, GN!Reader, dubcon, kidnapping, a dose of slightly manic yandere

Ok not usually the sort of thing I go for but im in a mood for tying Bailey up, and… and… making him kneel. So how this could happen:

Bailey indulges in all sorts of nefarious deeds within town. The orphanage is really just a cover and a good money-laundering device while at that. Most of the orphans are oblivious, just thinking of their caretaker as a class-a asshole but not necessarily a criminal. But you, you’ve been watching Bailey carefully. Very carefully. Even obsessively, but no one caught you yet, so it doesn’t matter.

And Bailey doesn’t ever give you the time of the day, does he? A good spanking if you bother him enough, or one fuck if you really put an effort into it, but nothing more. To be honest, you are rather sick of looking at his briefly horrified face after each fuck anyway. And he never lets you touch him, not really. So you find an alternative.

Somehow you find sufficient dirt on Bailey. His weakness, perhaps, or simply his daily route that you memorised by now. You sell him out to those in town who want to get back at him, because it’s not just the orphans who hate Bailey’s guts, and it all works out wonderfully. You take no monetary reward for this little piece of information. Just 15 minutes of privacy once they get hold of Bailey, and to leave his face untouched.

You are practically beaming as you saunter into the room that they are holding Bailey in. He looks properly disgruntled and you need to hold in a giggle threatening to erupt. Perhaps he is even surprised for a split second, that it is you. You, who follow him around with sickening puppy dog eyes. You, who makes him restrains himself in both cock and anger because you are equal times infuriating and pathetic. But here you are, fucking preening. Bailey has quite a few ideas of what he’d like to do to you.

Right now, however, Bailey is in no such position. Instead, his wrists are tied together behind him back, then with his ankles, so that he can’t change from kneeling without toppling to the side. Oh, and gagged as well. All he can do is stoically grind his teeth when your fingers graze the side of his face in a feather-light touch, heat in your eyes. He would not give you the easy pleasure of struggling and protesting. Instead, he decides for the thoroughly distanced approach.

Yet it is harder to do so, when your left foot gently pushes his knees apart, and steps down on his groin. Not with enough force to make him writhe in pain, but certainly enough to make him choke on his own breath. Bailey hates it. A certain loft flits by in his mind, and now he can’t help but glare at you with utter hatred. You look delighted at that.

You straddle him, both of you still clothed. Despite the rigidity of his body, you are pressing against him firmly, rubbing your cheeks on his 5 o’clock shadow, pecking soft kisses everywhere. A fluttering feeling swells inside of you and perhaps you wouldn’t mind dropping dead right this second, because it would certainly be a happy death. Bailey feels like he has been made into a doll. Hates the feeling, especially when he can sense his cock getting hard at the same time.

Failing to resist the temptation any longer, you carefully remove his gag. Bailey’s lips quickly set into a grim, angry line. Oh, I’m so sorry, Bailey, but I really had to, I swear I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you later. You are mumbling apologies with that puppy eyes back again, and perhaps it is sweet enough that Bailey doesn’t protest as much when you press against his lips into a proper kiss. Your lips are soft and your tongue doesn’t quite know what to do, but Bailey wants to devour you now. Not gently, not in the lover’s sense, but shred you apart and ruin you, and make all the pieces his own. He’ll do whatever it takes to strip off that adoration in your eyes and replace it with trembling fear.

Your 15 minutes pass all too quickly. It’s time for you to replace the gag. In a moment of genius, you slip off your underwear instead, and place it neatly inside Bailey’s mouth. And you know, despite what the stupid goons that captured Bailey in a stroke of luck think, that he’ll return to you unscathed.

He does. When Bailey returns to the orphanage, he has a tired face and angry eyes that flares at your sight. A strong hand grips your collar and drags you into the office, where mere minutes later, you are being fucked brutally, slammed against the desk and sharp slaps landing on your ass. Skin against skin, bruises against bruises, it’s fucking poetic and here you are, euphoric. It’s hard to feel any remorse at all.

[agatharioscoven]

7 days of feeling like shit.

I am so over this right now.

Also now I keep losing my voice as well.

I hate this.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Firstly, you and your husband is an extremely great writers!

second, is it alright for a touched starved vampire x touchy human. please, im lonely. thank you very much and have a pleasant day!

An unhealthy obsession wasn’t deadly per se but the vampire didn’t even begin to comprehend that they stood in problems knee-deep. 

It had started with one lazy afternoon, the vampire had lain on their couch and wasted their endless hours graciously. They’d eaten little that week (their eating habits were dangerously bad, even for a vampire) which had left them sleepy and totally useless for the rest of the day. Everything in their vision had swum in a soup of colours and when they’d pressed their palms into their eyes, it left them with the urge to throw up. 

When their roommate had stormed into the apartment, agitated and apparently ready for battle, the vampire didn’t even notice it at first. It was only later when the human straddled them that the vampire guessed their date hadn’t turned out to be successful. What happened after that was a total blur, all that remained in their memory was the feeling of skin on skin and the prurient sounds that filled the apartment.

Ever since that…incident, they touched whenever the possibility arose. Sitting on the couch together didn’t work anymore without holding hands or sitting on top of the other. The vampire had never thought their relationship would develop into this and they had certainly not thought that they would fancy it.

After all, they knew the human since childhood and with that, every dirty little secret they had. And likewise did the human.

What the vampire hadn’t considered was the possessiveness the human personified. They were too blind to see that they were nothing but a puppy on a leash, someone the human wanted to themselves without sharing.

There was some thrill to that — feeling wanted and feeling at peace was something the vampire welcomed. 

“Have you eaten anything today, my love?” The human’s fingers went through the vampire’s hair until their hand was full of it and they were able to pull on it gently. The vampire let out a pathetic whine, still drunk on the feeling of their lover’s hands massaging their shampoo into their skull. 

“Breakfast, yes,” they answered obediently. The vampire was taller than the human and oh so much stronger but in reality, they were never scared of hurting their mortal lover. The human was in charge, after all, wrapping the vampire around their little finger with ease. 

“I don’t mean that, my love.” The vampire turned towards the human and watched them patiently. 

“I’m trying to quit that,” they said, blinking.

“You can’t quit drinking blood. You’re a vampire,” the human said, chuckling at their lover’s response. Even though the vampire already felt hot from the bath, they blushed. Humiliation was something the human used in little doses but when they did, it always forced a reaction out of the vampire.

“I’m still trying.”

“You can have my blood, you know?” their lover said, one finger following their spine all the way down. Their nail scratched a painful line into the vampire’s back but it made them feel some sick ecstasy they couldn’t explain. They drew in a sharp breath. 

“I…I know…”

“You’re good for me, aren’t you?” The human stood up on their tiptoes and pressed a kiss to their vampire’s cheek.

“O-of course.” The vampire threw their head back when a cold hand slid down their stomach. It made them feel like a human again. They had to squeeze their eyes shut and concentrate on breathing.

“You have already claimed my body and my blood, haven’t you?” the human asked with a voice that could’ve been a siren’s.

“…yes—” The vampire’s thoughts were mushed together.

“Then eat me whole.”

[0fucsgiveon]

ᴀ ʙurníng lᴜsᴛ Bully 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is a smut and there will be a-lot of filthy shit read at your own cost,

degrading, possessive behavior, overstimulation, Public sex (well not really), Rough, Marking, Slapping, Choking.

You were a loner an outcast in school, never got along with anyone. You were constantly bullied by Nate throughout school, He took pleasure in making you cry and get angry. But weird enough if anyone else laid a finger on you or even made your cry he would beat the shit out of them.

But once you developed a drug addiction you were forced into to rehab by your mother. That was all last year and you came back “new and improved” is what your parents called it. People started noticing you and your grew more social.

You were apart of Maddys group, You grew close with the girls and heard all their “stories”. Nate never stopped the bullying just became more secretive about it.

“Hey, Y/n did you know they are throwing a huge party tonight you better fucking be there. You know i cant deal with Nate and his bullshit after we broke up.”

”ill think of it Maddy you know how i am with my mom and all, But i could really use a fucking stress relief” you quietly whisper the last part to your self. “Just come i need you there after all the fucking drama we both need a stress relief”

You sigh and lift your head up from the homework you were doing. “Fine ill be there but first i gotta get to class.” You get up and walk out of the cafeteria glancing over at Nate who had a smirk plastered on his face. Rolling your eyes you flip him off and laugh to your self while walking to gym.

Today we were to run a lap which wasn’t so hard except Nate had to come and run along side you. “Don’t you have somebody else to fucking bug Jacobs “ you sneer looking up to him. “Nope, im all free plus who else is going to bug you.. thats right nobody because your all “big and pretty” now isn’t that right.

You slowly stop and look up at him “shut the fuck up daddy’s boy, or wait did you forget you do what your told. Awe your just like a little puppy” your smirk to your self and start to run again.

You feel someone yank your wrist and drag you behind a wall. “Why don’t you shut that mouth of your huh, wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a bitch you are” he whispers into your ear sending a chill down your spine. You push him away roughly and slap him. “Leave me the fuck alone how many time do i have to tell you. I’m sick of you fucking bugging me and abusing me with your words. Fuck Nate don’t you have anything better to do” you yell looking up at his surprise face till he lets out a chuckle smirking.

“Awe, come on we both know you like this little game we play.” The thing is a small part of you did like it, and even how hard you tried to fight it you were always in this situation. You slowly look down at your feet. “Pathetic, just a little attention whore” he grins and laughs. You feel a tear almost about to fall and look up at him slowly.

He looks back his eyes going darker and he slowly smiles grabbing your chin and lowering himself down to your level. “I love it when you cry” he smirks and walks away slowly. You stand there hopeless but slowly walk to the girls locker room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The Party~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party was soon and Maddy had forced you to dress in some revealing outfit that brought out your plush of your thighs and a little of your dress. Glitter Makeup that wasn’t to your taste but you liked how it looked. Your thought seemed to wonder to Nate as much as you hated it you wonder how he felt why he did they things he did it made you angry.

But you didn’t know that Nate Jacobs was indeed obsessed with you. Ever since you moved next door he watched you curious why you would move to this pathetic town. You looked beautiful to him but all he wanted to do was see your cry. It was so pretty to him. How your face got red and tears rolled down your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you make you feel pain but also love you and own you make you only his. Maddy was just a mere replacements for his lust.

You walked into to the house the smell of sweat weed and beer filled your nose. You pushed to the crowds with Maddy.

After awhile she disappeared with some guy that were all over eachother. You sat at a bar taking a drink of something strong and sour. Hands touched tour shoulder almost making you jump and you turn around quickly being met with the devil himself. “Hmm, all alone i see” you ignore him and go back to your drink. He slowly comes and sits beside you asking for a drink to lost in your own mind to hear. “Stop ignoring me.” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. “Im sorry, i was busy minding my own business that i didn’t have time to notice that theres an asshole sitting next to me.” You smirk and feel him touch your thigh and grip it roughly. “I would shut up if i were you” he whispered again causing a rush of lust to overcome you. “ or what Mr Jacobs” just like that he stands you up and drags you out of the crowd and into a random room and locks the door. “Your such a tease y/n, letting me bully you and watch you cry brings me so much pleasure”

“Shut up, fuck you!” You yell but are thrown onto to the bed and pinned down. “Mmm you sure you would like that” he goes down to your ear and bites your neck harshly. You let out a small whimper. “Such a little bitch” A harsh slap is forced onto your face. You love it and hate it at the same time.

“Im the bitch here huh” you slip your hand out of his grip and slap him hard causing him to let out a low groan.

“Any guy here can make me feel better Nate, your just a bad fuck” you laugh and look into his eyes. He flips you over and slams your face into the mattress and raises your ass up and kicks your legs apart. “Shut up you fucking slut, ill show you a “bad fuck”. Ill fucking ruin you fuck you so hard you will always come back” he pulls your dress of roughly and leaves you bare in your underwear.

“Will see about that.” He growls and slaps your ass harshly which makes you yelp and whine out loud. He repeats this 12 more times till he feel satisfied with your crying face. “Awe does it hurt” he smirks. “Just fuck me already Nate, please” your press your ass against his already huge bulge and he groans.

“Fuck, not yet y/n. You don’t get to choose what happens.” He rips off your panties and lowers himself in between while holding your wrist behind your back. He licks a slow stripe along you folds and continues to tease you. “Stop fucking teasing!” Chuckling he inserts to fingers inside of you while licking circles around clit. “Nate! Please” you moan softly and he speeds up causing you to bite the bed.

He continues this for a few minutes before pushing in three fingers stretching you with each push of his fingers. You can feel the build up if your high coming. “Fuck, im gonna cum” suddenly he stops and slaps your face and pulls it closer. “Mm im in charge slut~” he kisses you with passion and huger sending feelings of electricity traveling through your body. Than he slams into you causing you to bite his lip hard and make it bleed. You lay back and look up at him and he looks down at you. “Feels so fucking good” he groans and starts to move faster after you relaxed and scratch up his back making sure it hurts and leave marks while he chokes your neck causing small broken moans to come out while you become teary eyed. “Fuck, just like that come on baby cry for me” he moves down to your ear and speeds up even faster causing the bed to shake and rock against the wall while he moans in your ear.

You tear up and he slaps your face (“gently”) while you moan even louder. “Fuck! Nate right there please” he keeps hitting your spot over and over his tip glazing over it just perfectly. “Ya. Moan my name so the whole party hears what a whore you are!” He flips you onto your belly and slowly slips back in pulling you against his chest by your hair and moves fast. “Feel that in your tummy, thats me mmm nice and deep” he pulls your hand down to your stomach and you feel the bulge.

“Nate! Im gonna cum!!” He kisses down your neck and leaves even more marks than before and your release. A few minutes later he does after four more thrust. Your both a hot mess and breathing loudly and he slowly pulls out and looks down at you. “Your mine got it.. only mine if anyone touches you there dead ok” he puts his forehead against yours and you nod. You feel a harsh slap. “Words”. “Yes i got it”

He pulls his shirt over you and puts on his pants and boxers than stuffs your underwear into his pocket. “We have to hurry i don’t want to run into Maddy “ he picks you up bridle style and you sleep against his chest. When he reaches the stairs Maddy is looking at him than you and your bruised neck and slight red on your face “what did you do?!”

to be continued