#pull the mf trigger i can’t

[hs4whore]

i have watched enough nicholas chavez edits to KNOW that the fucking murderer is father charlie. you cannot tell me those aren’t his lips. pull the trigger piglet

[girlboybug]

Shades of Cool

“my baby lives in shades of cool, cold heart and hands of aptitude.”

or the one where joel can’t seem to stay away from you despite his efforts to. but it’s not like he tried very hard to begin with.

what’s playing 🎧 : shades of cool by lana del rey

pairing : joel miller x female!reader

word count : 9k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, creampie, breeding kink if u squint, oral f receiving, fingering, loss of virginity, virginity kink if u squint yet again, tummy bulge, unspecified age gap and joel kind of has a thing for it, unprotected sex, (pls wear a condom guys im just a mf on tumblr) multiple orgasms, a tad of overstimulation, allusions to male masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, mating press, prone bone, light dom/sub dynamics, reader def has some unresolved daddy issues mean!joel but theres some soft joel

TRIGGER WARNINGS : minor character death/reference to his death but he literally doesn't exist in the show i promise, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of guns, implied/references to sexual harassment

a/n : this is my first time uploading to tumblr, forgive me if my layout is funky lol, anyways pls enjoy <3 read the second part here

you swallowed hard when you saw joel making his way towards the alleyway you two routinely met up in. watching as he did his typical side to side glance, casual in presence but it was muscle memory for him to ensure the safety of his environment no matter it’s location or the mundaneness of it. 

you quite disliked the feeling that pricked your chest and quickly spread inside the cavity, overflowing up into your throat and drowning out any coherent thoughts in your mind whenever you saw joel. 

it was annoying. pathetic even. just a silly schoolgirl crush you hoped would go away in time. 

you put aside the fluttering feelings for later, and waved, catching his attention. he sent a curt nod, rubbing his palms together before pushing them into his denim pockets. “hey.” he greeted you, if you could really call it that. 

you took whatever you could get from him, so you smiled, parroting it back with a nervous politeness. 

“do you have the uh…” you trailed off, feeling embarrassed that you struggled to even verbalize what you were trading. 

he raised a brow, folding his arms over his chest, looking at you expectingly. “i got it. you got the rations?” he finished speaking for you and you nodded enthusiastically, hurriedly pulling out the thick wad of rations you worked your ass off for. 

he shut his eyes with exasperation for a few seconds before hovering his larger hand over the wad, miraculously dwarfing your own hand. “don’t wave it around kid, jesus,” he sighed, shaking his head while palming it and sliding it away into his back pocket. 

“sorry…” you muttered embarrassedly. 

he didn’t reply, and instead handed you a box, bright purple and pink and your gaze slowly rose up to his face with a slightly ajar mouth. “uh. joel.” you started, voice leading into an upward trail of confusion. 

“if i wanted tampons i could have easily gotten this myself.” you wanted to hide the slight irritation in your tone but he caught on to it, unfolding his arms to jab the top of the box with his index finger. “how about you open it smartass.” he instructed dryly, moving backward and refolding his arms. 

your eyes lingered on him tryingly for a few more seconds, huffing quietly to yourself before flipping the cardboard flap up. 

again. tampons. 

you tilted it towards him and he dragged his hand down his face tiredly. he dug his hand into the box, the tampons shoved to the sides, revealing a small pistol. 

your mouth fell open into a comical O shape, laughing in awe. “oh!” you giggled and joel stared at you blankly, already feeling a hankering for a straight shot of whiskey at the bright and early hour of 8:30am. 

“very creative.” you beamed and it seemed as though joel fought back a smile behind a glare. at least, you told yourself that. 

“just enough for gullible people.” he pushed at a button of yours, just a little, and you paused for a second, shooting him a playful glare. “whatever,” you exhaled through a quiet chuckle. 

“thank you joel, i appreciate the um. tampons, i was running low.” you played along with the bit and he rolled his eyes, nodding, already ready to go back home. 

“sure thing.” he was about to turn and walk out of the alleyway but something held him in his spot. 

he took in a deep inhale before making eye contact with you, rendering you back into your nervous state from when he first arrived. 

“why do you need a pistol? we’ve only ever traded for small things. why the sudden big order?” he has absolutely no clue why he’s asking you this, or rather, he has no idea why he’s letting himself ask this. 

he shouldn’t care. he doesn’t. 

you stiffened, straightening your back and holding the box to your stomach, hands cupping the bottom of it. “just to keep at my place. thought i’d feel safer with it.” you answered truthfully, making sure to not go further into detail. 

his squinted eyes stay on you for awhile, unsure of what you needed to feel safe from. “are you uh…in any trouble?” he asks and you feel a little excitement ignite in your lower belly. 

is he worried about you?

“no! no not at all, i just…i don’t know,” you try to laugh it off but the silence between you two just feels heavy instead. “why do you ask?” you question and he shrugged. 

“if you’re in trouble, i don’t need it somehow coming back to me. i got enough shit i need to worry about.” he answered and the bubble inside you popped and deflated almost immediately. 

“oh, well no need to worry about that. it’s nothing like that, you’ll be fine.” you decided to end the conversation there, a cold feeling of humiliation that prods at your shoulders and throat alerting you that it’s best to just walk away before you can say anything else that might make the situation more unbearable. 

“thanks joel.” you added, quickly making your way out the alleyway. “be careful with that thing.” he called out after you, and you feel the bubble slowly start to shamelessly inflate itself once more. 

maybe he does care. even if it’s just a little. 

—

you hid the box in the shoddy nightstand you had lugged up into your apartment from off the street one night, and exhaled lowly, pursing your lips. “this is good.” you stated to yourself. 

the whole reason why you wanted a gun, was kind of useless if you really put some actual thought into it. 

it really was just for the comfort of your mind, putting the nerves you had at ease. like a security blanket of sorts. 

fedra soldiers occasionally conduct inspections, making a mess of people’s homes to look for any contraband, firefly propaganda, weapons, anything that so much acts as an eyesore to them is grounds for permanent confiscation. 

there’s a specific solider that just makes you uncomfortable, makes your skin prickle up into sharp goosebumps and makes your stomach churn like dry gears rubbing up against each other. 

the way his eyes follow you around, rejoicing in his power over you and how you cowered away from him. 

they come in as pairs to inspect and even if they didn’t, he was still taller, stronger, heavily armed and trained and could kill you in front of a crowd of people and still face no consequences. so a singular witness wouldn't stop him from breaking the rules.

if anything, you’ve probably just put yourself in more danger carrying a weapon. but you felt that if you had it, you maybe had a fighting chance in case push came to shove. 

you collected yourself into your very depressing excuse of a bed, lifting the fraying crotched blanket over your body, pretending you were anything less than semi uncomfortable.

the next morning, you woke up with a slightly sore feeling that resided in just about every crevice of your body but you ignore it, as it’s a common thing to wake up to if you’ve got what basically feels like laying on a napkin as a bed, and using what feels like an even thinner napkin as a blanket. 

you readied yourself to participate in street clean up, since you had to take on more shifts than usual to make up for the hefty chunk of rations you gave to joel. 

—

a bandana resided around your nose, neatly but tightly tied behind your head, doing…definitely not enough to cover the stench of cleaning the sludge off the streets. 

"the fuck would i need coffee beans for asshole? hit me up when you’ve actually got good shit to trade.” you overheard two guys a few feet away from you bickering, your ears perking up at the mention of coffee beans. 

you remembered joel vaguely mentioning how he’d kill for a cup of coffee, and you agreed on that sentiment, even though you’ve never once had coffee.  the point being, he’d been out of coffee for awhile, unable to find anyone who has it, and you figured maybe scoring him a bag would be a nice sign of gratitude for the pistol. 

you pulled down your bandana, walking over to the guy once the other one walked off. “hi, um i didn’t mean to eavesdrop but i heard you have coffee beans? i’d be willing to trade for them.” 

“i don’t take kindly to nosy—“ he cut himself off mid sentence once he turned to look at you, his eyes dragging up and down your body and you wondered in that moment if it was worth the hassle of talking to this. thing. 

but then you thought of joel, and how maybe he’d smile at you, thank you with a tight bear hug and suddenly, it did all seem worth it. 

“yeah, yeah i’d definitely be happy to trade with you,” he grinned and you laughed, trying to hide your disgust with fake excitement. “great! what would you want for it? i have some spare shampoo bars, a pair of wool socks i was saving for winter, or—“ 

he cut you off this time, leaning into your space closer and you instinctively backed away. “i was thinking maybe something different.” he alluded to something that made cleaning up literal shit off the street seem a lot more pleasant. 

your face fell and you lifted up your bandana. “yeah, nevermind. thanks anyway.” 

you turned on your heel and he groaned, calling after you. “the socks…” he huffed, rubbing the side of his chin. “are they soft?” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. 

you tugged down the bandana again, smiling brightly. “very!” 

—

you scheduled another meet up with joel, excited to gift him the bag of coffee beans. 

you were slightly sad to let go of the socks, your feet always got so cold in the winter and the nights were already starting to increase in frigidness, but it’s okay, you could always find another pair of socks again, but you didn’t know if you’d have another chance to pleasantly surprise joel like this. 

against joel’s typical judgment, he said to just stop by his apartment, feeling too tired to lug himself down into the alleyway again. 

but all you heard from that was he trusted you enough into his personal space. which, as much as joel would deny it, is true. 

he could clearly envision you apologizing to a fly for so much as being in its way, so inviting you over posed as nowhere near a threat. 

you knocked at his door, hiding the bag behind your back before he opened it. the wind got knocked out of you once more at the sight of him. he was very much older than you, easily the age of a man who could be your father, but that didn’t erase any of his attractiveness. 

in the deepest part of your subconscious, you knew that that’s what added onto it. 

“hi!” you chirped and he stepped to the side, widening his door to let you in. “hi.” he repeated, drier but, not unhappily. 

“what’d you wanna trade for again?” he asked, his hand rubbing the side of his stubbly jaw, and you had to look away, knowing you’d just watch him in silence if you didn’t. 

“actually,” you hummed, nearly bursting at the seems with glee. he watched you curiously, unaware of the slight smile on his face as he watched you tip toe closer with your hand still behind your back. 

“i didn’t come by to trade. i got you a gift!” he rested his palms behind him on the small table, his broad shoulders seeming even broader now and you wanted to run your hands across the expanse of them. 

“a gift?” he asked, breaking you out of your trance. he sounded genuinely shocked, almost unable to believe you. “mhm!” you nodded, a smile still etched on your features. 

“close your eyes, and open your hands.” you instructed, and he tilted the side of his head to you, wordlessly saying really? 

you nudged your chin, motioning for him to listen, your way of replying with yes, really.

he eyed you before shaking his head, standing up straight and closing his eyes, his palms bared out for you, muttering a quiet, i have no idea why i’m listenin’ to you. 

you plopped the bag of coffee into his hands, sing songing a soft “now open!” 

he opened his eyes, his lips parting in awe. he laughed out of disbelief, and your heart soared with joy as you saw him smile, and widely at that. 

“kid…you…why? i mean, god, thank you, but why?” he asked and you shrugged, rocking back and forth on your heel to your toes. “take it as a thanks for my pist-i mean tampons.” you joked and he chuckled, shaking his head and putting the beans down onto the table. 

“well, thank you, that’s mighty kind of you.” he looked downward at you, and you looked back up at him, trying to memorize the way his lips were curled, the sweet lines by his eyes and the way he just seemed so happy by such a small act of kindness. 

“no biggie!” you replied, and he darted his eyes away for a moment before turning back to you. “do you know how to use your gun?” he asked and you felt your face grow hot with slight embarrassment. 

“uh. i mean you just aim and pull the trigger right?” you asked honestly and he blinked a few times before shaking his head. “okay so you don’t.” and you squinted at him. “i could teach you. get you some extra bullets too.” he remedied the half joking comment with his offer and you perked up. 

“yeah? you would?” you asked excitedly and he nodded. “‘course. you just went from tolerated, to slightly more tolerated in my book. so i’m gonna help you not accidentally shoot yourself in the foot.” 

you didn’t like how you actually felt a twinge of sadness at his obvious joke about only tolerating you. he was kidding, but sometimes it was hard to tell because he had the same monotone, slightly annoyed at everything everyone has to say, kind of voice. 

and you were a sensitive person, and even the most harmless jokes could manage to sting you. 

“well jeez aren’t you sweet.” you complimented with sarcasm. joel threw on his flannel, ignoring your comment. you stepped aside while he made his way to the door. 

“you comin?” he looked at you, opening the door behind him, waiting for you to follow. you turned around to look behind you stupidly, then back to him. “what?” you asked confusedly and he fought the urge to roll his eyes and take back his offer. 

“we’re gonna start now.” he inclined his head out the door, motioning for you to come along. and who were you to decline doing anything with joel. 

—

joel was here. in your apartment. in your space, in your air. he was sitting on your bed, the place where you’d occasionally, frequently shove your fingers into places you just knew joel would be able to reach with no effort. 

he ran his fingers over the barrel of the gun, drumming against its ridges and for a moment you felt a bit envious over the literal inanimate object. 

“cmere,” he patted the space next to him, waiting for you to be seated so he could get started. 

with wobbly legs you made your way to him, smoothing over your jeans in an attempt to secretly wipe away your clammy palms. 

“show me how you hold it.” he placed it in your hands and it felt foreign to the touch. it was heavier than you expected it to be but you tried to conceal your inexperience by holding it the way you’ve seen others handle their firearms. 

you pointed it at the door, pretending that soldier was in front of you, finger on the trigger and hands at the bottom of it, supporting your grasp. 

he observed your hold, a low hmm coming from the back of his throat. “not terrible.” he adjusted your hands, your skin latching onto his heat, claiming it as yours as his body hovered around your side. 

“how’s that feel?” he asked and you cleared your throat, blinking a few times and avoiding his close stare. “it uh, it feels better.” you answered and he clicked his tongue, nodding curtly to himself. 

“alright. now, when you run out of bullets, the magazine at the bottom might drop out but if it doesn’t, you’re gonna take it out and reload, you wanna be fast if you’re in the middle of, well whatever situations got you needing to pull out a gun.” there was a slight cadence of a joke in his gun lesson 101, and it made a giddy feeling return to your tummy. 

he reached in his back pocket, pulling out what you assumed he meant by magazine. 

he explained the logistics of your newly owned weapon, trying to use terms you’d be able to follow along with, not unaware of how you were watching and listening intently, hanging on to every word he spoke. 

you were too damn obvious. 

—

you saw more of joel after that, bumping into him in places you usually didn’t see him, yet seemingly excited every time you met. 

his aloof stare slowly turned softer when it landed on you, maybe it never changed at all but to you it definitely felt different. 

he swore it was you that had been following him, an air of playfulness in his accusations of you stalking him, but really it was him. 

he unable to admit to himself that he  wandered around the areas he knew you were usually found in, wanting to scold you for having such an easy routine to follow but he kept it to himself. 

he watched you walk beside him, taking in the sights of the town, wondering how you could possibly appreciate the hellhole that surrounded you all. 

“so how’s the coffee? any good?” you asked, turning back to look at him, feeling a hushed breath pause in your throat once you saw he was already looking at you. 

a peek of a smile ghosted over his face. “it’s good. i, i appreciate that you did that. i hope you didn’t have to trade too much for it.” guilt resided in him at the thought of you having to give more than you had just for coffee beans. he felt he wasn’t worth all that effort. 

you shook your head, laughing lightly at the memory of the trade. “no no don’t worry, just a pair of socks. they were these brown wool socks that were so soft, so i’d say it was a pretty fair trade.” 

“i’ll be on the look out for a pair like that then.” he was already figuring out who he could trade with to get you another pair of socks. “no it’s okay you don’t have to it’s-“

“hey,” his voice felt rich, calling your attention back to him. your chest went tight. “yeah?” you whispered back. 

“shut up. i’m gettin’ the socks.” there was a backbone of sternness in his lighthearted promise.

you sucked on your bottom lip through a grin before you spoke again.

“i have a confession.” you exhaled, feigning dramatics and he tilted his head towards you, watching you with worried eyes. “yeah?” 

“i lied. i’ve never had coffee before.” you lowered your head with faux shame and he gasped, shaking his head with disapproval. he paused for a moment, then turned around. 

you caught up with him, holding onto his arm, feeling hot at the taut feeling of his limb, and how he didn’t push you off. he just peered down at you, keeping you there with him. “jeez i didn’t think you’d take such offense to that,” you breathed out through a chuckle. 

“inexcusable. you’re tryin it when we get home.” the twang in his accent was something so attractive, and it only had you feeling more and more willing to do whatever he wanted. you’d drink acid if he asked of it from you in that deep southern drawl. 

you two walked back to his place, shedding a layer out of many, holding onto it as you trailed in behind him. 

he glanced over at you, then your coat. “set it down somewhere, you can have a seat.” he pointed at the round table and you quietly thanked him, hanging your coat over the back of the chair before sliding it out and sitting in it. 

“i remember you have a sweet tooth. damn near talked my head off about trading for a bag of hard candies a few months ago, so i reckon you’d like it sweet.” he mostly talked to himself when he said that, fondly remembering the way you rattled on about how you were craving for caramel drops. 

“you remember that?” you were just about swooning, unable to hide it even when joel walked back over to you, two mugs in each hand of his. “how could i not? you never let me forget it.” he set the mug down in front of you, sipping at his as he leaned back into the chair in front of you. 

you picked it up, hugging the warmth of it with your palm. you took a light sip, your eye shutting, a low quiet moan leaving your lips from around the mug once the taste landed on your tongue. 

joel stirred in his seat at the sound, busying himself with drinking from his cup to avoid making any kind of facial expressions. 

“joel,” you crooned and he felt weak. “you like it?” he asked, his lips still curled over the rim of his mug. “it’s so good, i understand why you like it so much.” 

“well, i don’t make it as sweet as that, but yeah, coffees good. not a lot of people agree.” he shrugged and you set your mug down in front of you. “can i taste yours?” 

he slid it to you and you lifted it, tasting it and almost immediately wanting to spit it out. you quickly gave it back to him, sipping the sweeter coffee to cleanse your offended palette. 

“yeah, that tastes like shit, i don’t know how you drink that.” you smacked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, the burnt taste not quite leaving you just yet. 

he rolled his eyes, taking a loud obnoxious slurp. “my tastebuds are just mature.” 

“mature for what? shit? once you hit a certain age do just you grow accustomed to crappy tasting things?” you were dipping into a more casual way of speaking to joel, causing his gaze that rested on you to turn into a view of amusement. 

“rich comin’ from the kid who still eats like she’s 5.” he rested his arm against the back of his chair, and you expired, feeling a bit defensive of being called a child. 

“i’m not a kid.” you muttered and he chuckled. “alright.” he agreed in sentiments but not in actuality. 

breaking the comfortable silence that filled the room you and joel shared, a loud bang rang from against the door. joel slid from out his chair, hurriedly pacing towards the door. 

before he could even open it, you already knew it was one of fedra’s soldiers. things were starting to feel a little too lax, it was only a matter of time until they came knocking down doors again. 

your throat went dry, stomach cinching with anxiety once he stepped inside, the same soldier that had you saving up your rations week after week to be able to afford the pistol from joel. 

his eyes flickered between you and joel, scoffing to himself. “what’s this?” he asked you, ignoring joel who stood right in front of him. 

“nothing.” you answered, intimidation and fear already prickling at your skin and racing down your spine. 

joel stood in front of you, shielding you away from him, and slowly, the fear lifted itself itself away from you, but not fully. not while he’s still here. 

“aren’t there usually two of you who do these searches?” joel questioned, watching as the solider jabbed at various things of joel’s with the tip of his rifle. 

“partners out sick. so y’all get the pleasure of havin just me.” he flashed an ugly grin at you, bending to the side to see your uncomfortable face behind joel’s back. 

he walked around, haphazardly lifting and tossing things about. 

“oh?” he bent down, squatting by joel’s bed. “what’s this?” he waved around a baggy full of white powder. joel stiffened, his nostrils flaring in anger. 

“that’s not mine and you know it.” and surprisingly it actually wasn’t. 

joel had just sold the last of his pills to a sad sap unable to sleep without them, and that was a month ago. the asshole was planting drugs on him. 

“this is not only grounds for confiscation but imprisonment. tough spot you’re in miller.” joel exhaled angrily from a quiet ragged breath. 

“unless,” he came up to you, pushing past joel to cup your chin. “she wants to, convince me why i shouldn’t take you down for this contraband.” you flinched from his touch but it only made him hold on tighter. 

joel snatched his wrist away, stepping back in front of you. “you don’t have to involve her. what do you want? rations, half of my next haul? what?” he gritted and the solider just laughed. 

“you think i don’t have easy access to all that? i want something you can’t easily trade for.” he leaned to the side, waving at you. 

joel pushed him backward, triggering the response of a rifle being shoved in his face. joel didn’t so much as waver, grabbing the neck of the firearm, pointing it away from him while his foot came and rammed down onto the front of his shin, successfully knocking him down with a loud wail of pain. 

it happened so fast all you could do was sit and watch, frozen in place as joel lost himself on top of the solider, pounding and pounding and pounding his fists in relentlessly, not stopping despite the ache trickling over across his knuckles. 

you heard a sick squelch followed by cracking noises and you knew that should’ve made you fear joel. it should’ve made you run out the door and never look back. but it did the opposite. you never wanted to stay more. 

you watched with wide pupils as he rose up from the beaten and bloodied solider, breathing hard and loud, stumbling upward to a leant stance, staring at the lifeless solider on his wood floors. 

he wiped his nose with the clean, unbloodied slate of his forearm, before dropping it back to his side to lean forward and spit over the body. 

he turned back to you, scanning your face for any hurt, fear or disgust. 

but there was none. 

before you could say anything, he spoke aloud his thoughts. “i gotta get rid of the body.” 

“do you need help?” you extended a hand willing to assist and joel shook his head a hard no. “you saw enough, you don’t need to see more. i’ll be back.” 

you stood up, pressing a hand to his chest, looking at him with watery eyes. he wanted to wipe them away from you, but he couldn’t. not with the blood that was already starting to cake under his nails. 

“joel i want to help.” you admitted, soft voice trembling and joel leaned forward, his face close to yours. “you should probably go sweetheart, you don’t need to get wrapped up further in this.” his words traveled along the coast of a gentle but solid whisper. 

“i don’t want to go.” your voice barely carrying itself loud enough as a reply, eyes following joel’s actions of walking away from you to roll up the soldier in a thin fraying carpet. 

“you should.” is all he said, walking out the door with a body dragging behind him. 

—

you went against any logical thought process whatsoever and stayed. you decided you’d make yourself useful, feeling as though the events that continually replayed in your head felt like your fault. 

you sat on your knees, scrubbing at the blood that had already set in the floors. 

you scrubbed until it hurt, and you kept going despite the fact. you dunked the scrubber into the bucket of soapy water turned brown, squeezing the excess onto the floor before rubbing it in. 

the door clicked open and your head whipped towards it, heart leaping in your chest once you saw joel stumble in. 

“hi.” you breathed and he looked at you with surprise. he saw the work you busied yourself with, locking the door before making his way to you. “what’re you doin’?” he asked gently, yet again in shock at how unabashedly kind you were to him. 

“didn’t want the blood just sitting here on your floors. ‘least i could do since it’s my fault that all happened.” you sniffled, feeling guilty at what had transpired. though the guilt was there, a sense of gratitude was even larger. 

he did that, for you. 

he bent down to catch your watery gaze. “no, no that was not your fault. just got a little carried away. ‘don’t want you thinkin’ that you had anything to do with my choices, okay?” he leaned to the side, catching your eyes that were avoiding his. “okay?” he repeated, waiting for you to say it back to him. 

“okay.” you mouthed just below a whisper. he took the bucket and the scrubber, walking to the sink. you of course, trailed behind him. 

he lifted his sleeves, turning on the faucet to rinse off the dried blood on his hands. 

he picked at under his nails, scraping the blood off wherever he saw it. which was, every inch of his hands. 

his body faced back to you, his now cleaned hands picking up yours, seeing specks of blood and dirt splattered on your hands from cleaning his floor. 

he washed you clean, and all you could do was admire him. how gentle he was taking care of you. he rinsed your skin clear of blood, drying you up and letting your hands rest back to your sides. 

“i’m sorry you had to see that.” he apologized, feeling ashamed of how little he was in control of his anger in that moment. 

you shook your head, hands shakily resting on his chest. “no, i don’t want you to be sorry.” you murmured, eyes landing on his lips. you swallowed back any fears that held you back from showing your affections any longer. 

you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. with a pleasant surprise, he kissed back, no hesitation in his actions. his hold fell to your waist, squeezing, pulling you into him. 

he took in your air, and you gave it to him, happily, willing to offer it in all its abundance. your hand rose to his cheek, palm resting over his beard. his thumb rested on your chin, rubbing it softly. 

he forced himself to pull away, his hands selfishly unable to remove themselves from your waist. “sweetheart this isn’t a good idea. you’re too young, and i’m not a good man. i think i just showed you that.” he tried to warn you, hushed and gently, with honest intentions of keeping you away from something you’d regret being involved with. 

but the only thing you’d regret is never being with him. 

“i’m not, and i don’t care what you do joel, i want you, all of you, want you so bad,” you all but whimpered, trying to press yourself against him more. 

he was a greedy man at heart, pulling you back up for a harder kiss. there was a hot hunger that was electric between you two, a burning ignition that pulled you two in, tying an in separable twine amidst your bodies. but neither of you ever had any intentions of undoing it anyways. 

he held the side of your cheek, the other traveling from your lower back to your ass, squeezing it hard, using his grip to pull you in closer, grinding up against you right there. 

you were so needy for him that it rattled your bones. a wet clicking noise elicited from your mouths, tongues brushing up together messily. your chin dribbling with saliva. 

you moaned in his mouth, feeling the hand that was on your cheek move to hold you by the back of your head, his tilting to kiss you deeper. 

he untangled your lips, keeping himself not even an inch away, just to share the breath between you two. your tongue flicked over his lips, biting down on the bottom one before lurching forward for him once more. 

he groaned in your mouth, lifting his hand to come down and spank your ass. you whined, back arching and crotch brushing up against his. 

you two stumbled towards his bed, your back falling into the mattress. he crawled on top of you, ridding himself of his boots and you of yours. 

his knee rested on one side of your hip, the other coming between your thighs. your chest rose up into his, your back lifting off the sheets and hands coming up to paw at his chest. 

without any reservations, you rubbed against his knee, struggling to kiss him back. “feel good little girl?” he sounded gruff, strained voice trying it’s best to not moan at the way your wet little cunt managed to create a wet spot on his knee. 

“so good joel,” you gaped, kissing his neck desperately. 

“shouldn’t be touchin’ you like this, sweet little thing like you gettin handled by someone like me,” he breathed through a series of heavy pants, his hands wandering all along your sides, your hips, your thighs. 

“don’t want anyone else but you.” you whimpered truthfully, holding his wrist and guiding his hand to your chest, right above your heart. you let it drift to the left, shuddering when he squeezed your breast. 

he kissed your pulse, teeth baring out against it. he rested his hand on your lower belly, rubbing the skin under your tank top. “can i touch you?” he whispered, his beard tickling the space just below your ear. 

you nodded, running your hands all along his strong back. “please,” you bucked your hips upward, begging with not only your words but your body. 

he exhaled out a quiet chuckle, fingers working to undo your jeans, tugging them down until they were forgotten on the floor. 

he dipped down beneath your underwear, his cock throbbing in his boxers at how wet you were. so soaked it was pathetic. he hadn’t let his hand drift down to the sweet place between those thighs of yours til then, and yet you were as wet as if he had his tongue pressed up against you. 

actually, that’s not a bad idea.

he circled around your clit, watching as you revealed in it, his fingers being thicker than yours, making the sensation all the more intense. 

“joel,” you repeated his name, voice wavering in breathy gasps, his fingers rolling the sensitive button of yours. he slipped a finger inside you, eyes peering up and watching as your back rose just a little, hips pressuring downward and further onto his finger, taking him all in. 

“so soft,” he murmured, lowering himself to press a kiss to your hip. he rolled his hips into the mattress, trying ease the pressure building up beneath his jeans. 

he was too turned on, this young pretty girl he’s had his eye on for a year was sprawled in his bed, soft and soaked cunt all ready and pliable just for him and him alone. 

he could die a happy man. 

his lips encircled your clit, tongue drawing around it while he pressed into a familiar spongy spot within you. 

you sucked in a sharp gasp, the sweet sound turning into a high pitched whine. “please,” you sobbed, hands flying down to keep his head in place. 

he fucked you with his fingers, curling right up against the spot that was making you dizzy, his tongue and lips working perfectly on your little clit. 

tears flowed down your face and on his pillow, your hand coming up to your mouth trying to lessen the volume of your cries. 

“j-joel, please i,” unable to formulate any sentences, you just gave up, giving in to your moans. 

the way you squeezed around his fingers, sucking him with greed and need, made him wonder how that’d feel around his cock when he’d get to finally shove it in you. 

he growled at the thought, sucking hard around your clit. you whimpered, pushing down onto his tongue more. 

“s’too much, i cant, i,” your head rolled around his pillow, his scent, his touch, his tongue suffocating you in the most heavenly way possible. 

you squirmed in his hold, unable to escape his grip, unable to escape the way his tongue pressed flat and hard up on your clit. his beard brushed up against your thighs, pulling a giggly moan from you. 

“perfect little pussy,” he grunted, kissing your clit before dragging his tongue slowly, up and down languidly. 

he rested his forearm over your lower tummy, pressing hard and feeling the corner of his lips perk at the way you gasped, shuddering loudly and trembling in his mouth at the action. 

“joel, i think i’m—ooh,” you spoke tearfully, poor little throat already getting hoarse from crying out his name. 

“feels good huh baby,” that little twang in his deep voice curled off his words just right. all you could do was whimper a shaky sogood joel s’good. 

his finger pressed up against that spot inside you, his tongue on your clit being the sweetest cherry on top of the tooth rotting sundae. 

you were cumming, hiccuping his name unashamedly. your plush thighs coming around to cage him in, to which he paid no mind to, if anything it excited him, his rough hands gripping your ass and pulling you deeper into his mouth. 

the wind up deep inside you finally released, flickering flashes of burning hot lights spread across your limbs, slowly fizzling out as you went limp in his bed. 

he didn’t let up however, his tongue grown addicted to the way your perfect clit felt on the wet muscle. 

you whimpered, struggling to push him away from your cunt. it was just too good and he hadn’t had enough yet. 

“joel n-no more s’too much,” you pleaded weakly, and he took slight pity, pressing one last kiss before rising back up to you. 

he pressed his fingers to your lips, groaning quietly with approval at the way you took them in with no verbal orders needed. 

you were so good for him, his sweet little girl. 

he pulled them out, resting on your plump bottom lip before moving it out the way to kiss you. you moaned deeply into his mouth, bringing your arms around him, hands traveling up to his hair. 

his salt and peppered hair felt soft, weaved through your gentle fingers. you lightly tugged on it, feeling mischief in your veins at the ministration. he growled, biting down on your lip and laughing as you yelped. 

he held your jaw, pressing hard kisses all along your face, speaking stilly, his inflection so deep, so masculine, so old and wise, had you hypnotized, his words that were reserved for your ears only, were something you’d cradle to yourself forever. 

“told myself i wouldn’t crack, i wouldn’t have you like this, you’re too young, you don’t know what you want, but fuck,” he dragged his fingers up your folds, chuckling to himself at the way you whimpered, curling into his touch immediately. 

“now that i got you, ‘fraid i can’t let you go sweetheart. i’m a selfish man at heart.” he admitted, kissing your jaw. you just about exploded in that moment. you had no idea he felt the same for you as you did him, and it was the most powerful, enlightening feeling you’ve ever felt. 

“i’m selfish too,” you whispered back, puckering your lips to kiss him. “didn’t let anyone else touch me but you. just wanted you,” you looked up at him from under your eyelashes, unaware to how that little admission made the precum collecting at his tip leak out even more. 

his grasp on your hip tightened, squeezing it as he buried his face in your neck. “fuck baby, gonna give this old man a heart attack sayin’ things like that.” 

your shaky hands went for his belt, tugging on it with need. “want you joel, please?” you begged, lips pressed to his ear. he didn’t need to be begged any more, he undid his belt with one hand, pulling it off his waist, letting it join the pile of your discarded jeans and boots. 

before he could take himself out, your hands found themselves under his flannel, desperate and anxious to see what he’s been concealing away from you. “off, please,” and he wanted to say no, feeling not as proud in his physique as he once was about 20 years ago. 

“nothin special to see baby,” he countered and you shook your head. “it’s you. it’s special to me.” you suspired airily, already feeling your tummy get tight at the thought of him hovering above you, shirtless. 

he took in a deep breath, letting you unbutton his flannel. 

you undid each button, trying your best to not rip them clean off despite your rushing efforts. you slid it off his body, exhaling in awe at the sight in front of you. 

you sucked on your bottom lip, hands traveling across his broad shoulders, fingers tracing his collarbones, dragging around the scarred areas from past wounds, admiring the few freckles on his chest that trail up to his shoulders. 

he watched you, never having felt so admired before. “enjoyin’ yourself baby?” he teased, his thumb rubbing over your chin. 

“mhm,” you nodded, not caring how it looked to be gawking at him. 

you could feel the muscle from the layer of life and age over his stomach, your eyes then falling to the bulge of his biceps, instantly growing obsessed, squeezing at the muscles. 

“you’re so beautiful joel.” you spoke with such true sincerity and he tittered quietly, shaking his head. “thank you baby,” 

your wandering hands finally fell to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper, eager to see what else he’d been keeping away from you. 

he let you, more than ready to feel your touch in the place he craved the most. he was tired of having to fuck his calloused fist, trying hard to pretend it was your cute hand touching him. 

you pulled him out, feeling your jaw go slack at the length of it all. “jesus joel,” you swallowed hard, steadily jerking him off, feeling slightly unsure if you’re doing it right. you were telling the truth, when you said you’d never let anyone touch you, too hopelessly in love with joel to even imagine allowing anyone to see you in the way he’s got you. 

he grunted, unintentionally bucking his hips into the tunnel of your hand. he was thick, heavy in your clutch, veins running along the side of it, his tip round and fat, almost red with droplets of precum leaking out. 

“gonna show you what those little boys could never give you,” he promised, and you believed him, gazing at the way he reluctantly pulled away from your hold, knowing if he let you stroke him any longer he’d cum all over your hand. 

he circled your clit with the head of his cock, shuddering a semblance of a breathy moan at the sensation. “gonna be a bit of a stretch baby, tell me if it’s too much okay? i’ll try to go slow.” he kissed his promises of gentleness into your temple. 

he inched in, hands around either side of your head, foreheads pushed together while your mouth fell open, sucking in all the air in the room. the stretch was very unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed.

you held onto his shoulders for support, grasping onto them tightly, pretty plump trembling lips crying out moans that would replay in joel’s head on lonely nights. you felt fuller than you ever have before joel was even fully inside you. 

he was nudging up against spots in you that you had no idea could feel so good, and if he angled his hips any higher, the fat head of his cock would be kissing your cervix. 

“can barely fit myself in ya’ baby,” he groaned, head falling from your forehead to bury itself in your neck, kissing your hot skin to try to calm him down before he lost control and rammed himself inside you. 

your calves rested on his hips, whimpering while trying to lift yourself up in an attempt to get him to push himself further in. 

“more joel, please?” your pleas were accompanied by sponged kisses just below his ear. “gonna take it all for me baby?” he questioned you, inching in just that much deeper, and you shut your eyes, nails already beginning to crescent themselves in his back. “mhm, gonna take it all,” you swore, more than eager to have him fully within you, as close as could be. 

he jutted his hips in, knocking the wind out of you. you bit down on his shoulder, whining a drool filled mess with the way he started to fuck you, rough hardened hands molding softly around the curves of your waist. 

he was bathing in the way your little cunt took him in, squeezing around him so good just like he knew you would. he took his time, rocking into you in and out, holding your shaking body close to him. 

you could feel every ridge and vein in you, hooked onto the way he filled you up, stretching you beyond belief, making you bounce upward with every movement. 

his hands slid down over the smooth skin of your thighs, widening them further open before pushing them up, growing impatient, achingly hungry to be deeper in you. you struggled for air at his fast actions, eyes immediately rolling back at the way he began to fuck into you. 

“can’t help myself, m’sorry baby, pussy’s too good, shit,” a gruff sigh of relief leaving his mouth at the way you took him in. you didn’t care, you were thrilled to take whatever he gave you, and however hard he saw fit. 

“feels s’good, feel so full,” you cried, translucent tears free falling, the aggressive pistons of his hips causing your swollen clit to ache, begging to be touched. 

“feel me right here huh baby?” he rubbed over the bulge in your tummy and you squealed, wriggling away from the overwhelming stimulation. “ha,” you strung out, arching up into him. 

“yeah, you do,” he taunted breathlessly, loving how you were a wreck beneath him. “in so deep joel,” you mumbled against his shoulder and he kissed your hair, nodding knowingly. “i know babygirl but you’re takin me so well,” he praised, feeling so proud of his sweet girl taking his cock like a pro. 

“never gonna let anyone see you like this?” he pressed deep there, corners of his lips curling when you weep, squeezing at his biceps. “never gonna let anyone have you like this?” you shook your head, sobbing a string of no joel no, never, just you.

“perfect, tight fuckin’ cunt is all for me, aint sharin’ with no one,” he held you by the back of your thighs even further, stressing how serious he was, set on fucking himself into your soaked hole until there was a permanent shape of him within you. a shape no man could ever fit into. 

sobs of uncontrollable pleasure were the only thing you could feel in your veins, pumping your blood full of dopamine. his balls tightened, hitting the fullness of your ass, and he let himself grow sporadic, let himself take you. his fingers found your desperate clit, chuckling to himself when you croon tearfully, thanking him pathetically for touching you. 

“can i cum, please?” your requests only made him twitch inside you, his sweet girl was so polite. “go ahead baby, let it out,” he leaned down to kiss you, swallowing up your moans and cries. 

your body jerked under him, the tight vice of your cunt gripping onto him while he rubbed over your clit, pulling out the second wave of an orgasm from you. 

you broke apart from his lips, still just a breadth of a gasp away from them, brushing up against the ghost of a kiss as you pressed your forehead to his, sobbing his name while your body trembled from how hard you were cumming.  

“shit,” he slammed a hand against the wall above your head, shoving himself impossibly further in you, your legs shaking on either side of him. “good fuckin’ girl, squeezing me so goddamn good,” he fucked you through your orgasm, kneading over your breasts, groping at them and pinching at your pebbling nipples. 

you fell limp, letting yourself drown in the unraveling lengths of your climax. 

“gonna cum baby, where d’you want it?” he asked, feeling his lower stomach start to tighten up. “inside, wanna feel all of you,” you whined, kissing all along his shoulder and collarbones, messy and ravenous. 

his face fell to the crook of your neck, biting down on your soft flesh when he came, impaling you once, twice, ending it with one last hard thrust as he came in you, pumping you full of his cum. 

he didn't feel himself soften inside you, but with each of the passing minutes he decided he’d better pull out then or else he’d never leave. you winced from the removal, arms coming around to hold him with a clinginess.

he collapsed on top of you, and you sighed contently, the full weight of him resting on you could’ve honestly sent you into the deepest nap you’d ever have.  

you felt his cock, still hardened on your thigh. with sleepy eyes you looked up at him, lips on his stubbly jaw when you spoke. "you're still hard," you murmured. his fingers drew up and down your spine, and you shivered, arching yourself into him.

"that's okay, it'll go down soon." his throat got tight when he felt you wrap your hand around him once more. "we don't...have to ignore it." you trailed off, bitten lips pressing delicate kisses laced with ulterior motives into his tanned skin.

you wanted joel to use you as many times as he wanted to, a new compulsion flowing rampantly in your veins. now that you had finally gotten a taste of joel, you wanted to gorge yourself on him.

"you sure you can take it?" he asked through a hushed breath of arousal. you nodded, kissing at his lips with need.

he didn't need to be told twice, he repositioned you, letting you fall back onto his pillow with him hovering above you. he rolled you onto your stomach, holding you by your hip to lift you just enough for him to shove his flannel right against your cunt.

his rough palms encased your ass, groping at the thick flesh. he dipped down, spreading your ass and watching as his cum poured out of you. he groaned quietly to himself. you whimpered, turning to look over your shoulder as joel pushed his fingers inside, shoving his cum back into you. your chin dropped, face falling back into his pillow when he pumped his fingers inside you, chuckling darkly to himself at the way your ass squirmed against him.

every little swivel your hips made was met with friction from his flannel on your clit. the hem of it just so happened to be pressed right there. he slapped his cock over on your ass, exhaling loudly at the way it jiggled from his actions.

he aligned himself once more with your little hole, pushing himself in with ease due to the slick left from a mixture of his cum and yours. you whined, hands flying backward, desperate for any solace from his hands in yours. he held your wrists at the small of your back with one hand, the other supporting his weight to lean forward when he pushed himself all the way inside you. you cried out, his name falling out of your mouth like a mantra, your legs trembling beneath him.

he was in you so much deeper this way, stretching you out more than you thought he already could. his hips snapped up against your  ass, fully within you and hitting every single tingly spot inside you along the way.

you were already out of breath, your lungs and brain vacant of anything except for him, for joel. "feel you in my tummy," you hiccuped, tilting your head to look at him through teary eyes. he breathed out a lazy, cocky laugh, moving forward to kiss your forehead, unintentionally shoving his cock in even deeper, feeling a sense of pride at the way you gasped and whimpered at the deep intrusion.

"i know huh baby?" he chuckled in your ear, and you shivered, feeling your face grow warm from how flustered he made you feel. he was so dirty, any filters he once had were gone, the tight grip your cunt had on his cock made him downright ruthless.

he pressed his hands at your lower back, letting yours fall free to cling onto his sheets. he held you down that way, fucking into you with a newfound source of energy, his grey hairs falling over his forehead, sweat glistening over the ripples of muscles along his biceps and abdomen, his whole being going into pounding himself into you.

he wanted you to be so full of him that everyone would know it just by looking at you. the possessiveness he tried to suppress for so long had come out, and he wasn't sure if he could go back to hiding it again. but that wasn't on his mind, not when you were clenching around him, sobbing his name loud enough for everyone outside to hear.

his grunting fell to your ears, it was near pornographic, including the way you bounced with each and every thrust of his, just watching it made his chest get tight.

he needed you closer.

he pulled you back up from under your arms, keeping you flush against his chest while he continued fucking you. you were growing limp, body worn out from the rigor he put you through. but he held onto you, keeping you in his arms. his arm went under your tits, a sneaky hand coming up and groping at one, pinching at the nipple.

he buried his face in your neck, filling your ear with the low growl of his groans. "such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this, but i think you like it, and you know what else?," he drew in a heavy breath, "i think you like being fucked like a little ragdoll," you couldn't answer, he was right, but you could hardly focus on any words, his cock rendering you a teary eyed moaning mess.

"can't even respond when spoken to," he slowed the roll of his hips, hitting you in deep and slow, letting you hear him instead of the loud wet rhythm of your cunt being fucked into. "that's okay, i'll still take care of you," he chuckled, returning back to his rough pace.

"so good, make me feel so good joel," you managed to finally cry out in a series of strewn moans. his fingers trailed themselves down to your clit, rubbing in tight little circles. " i know baby, cum for me, show me how good i make you feel."

you wriggled around in his hold, your third orgasm of the night was thick in heft, a heavy wave of intense stimulation clearing your vision and leaving a white glittering hue instead. you felt joel everywhere, from the way he was buried in your cunt, to the way his hips were clasped over the curve of your ass, fitting into you like a puzzle piece.

the fervent circles being drawn over your clit was the thing that pushed you over, your head falling backward onto his shoulder, his turn to be serenaded by a string of your pretty moans. "good babygirl, did so good for me." he cooed in your ear, pressing a kiss behind it. "thank you," you meekly replied in a breathless voice.

you were the weakest you've ever felt, your poor spent body still being held upright as joel chased down his own orgasm. "gonna let me cum in you again baby? want more of it?" he panted in your ears. "please, want it joel, please,"

he gripped onto your hips, feeling his own stutter, before he pushed in deeply, stilling inside as he came in thick ropes. he finally softened, slowly pulling out of you. you winced again at the loss, feeling suddenly cold and empty. you collapsed on his bed, reaching out for him.

he laid beside you, pulling your leg up and over his waist, running a hand up the expanse of your thigh. your eyes fell shut tiredly, enjoying the comfortable sound of the two of you trying to catch your breaths.

a part of you was worried he was going to break the silence, afraid he'd call the whole thing a mistake, and lecture you on how he isn't the type of man who does relationships. you knew all of that, you just hoped he wouldn't say it and just let you soak in the moment.

almost nervously, his hand came to dance across your cheekbone softly, wanting to memorize the way your skin felt to his. "do you regret that?" he murmured and you opened your eyes, shocked at the question.

you leaned into his hand, curling your own over his. "no, never joel, why would you ask that?"

he sighed, scooting closer to you. "I'm not a good man, sweetheart, i'm giving you a chance to leave." he spoke above an octave of silence. you frowned, shaking your head. "i don't care about anything that you've done in the past or what you'll do in the future. i just...want to be here, with you, in any way you'll let me." you admitted, wishing you could say the one thing you've been harboring for a year, but you knew you needed to keep that to yourself just a little longer.

"if i had a bigger conscious i wouldn't let you," his hands pulled you into the hold of his arm that came over your waist. "lucky for me then that you're not the good man you claim to be." you whispered, the scent of coffee on your breath enveloping his senses, and in that moment, he had a realization.

he thought about how nice, how domestic it would be to wake up and share a cup of coffee with you every morning, before you had to face the day, at least you could share a moment of peace together.

"yeah," a trace of a smile grew over his lips. "you're right. i'm not." he rolled on top of you, cupping your cheeks in his large palms. "you're makin' an unwise choice little girl," a quiet rumble rested on your lips.

your arms came around his shoulders and you sighed a half laugh. "i know. i don't care."

[plutoslittlerkive]

I want to love you.

Tate Frost x AFAB reader!

Hi babies I’m back with another banger or wtv those YouTube mfs be saying but yeah hii I’m taking another break from Tiktok (Princessofmagix) Lol you should follow I’m pretty and kinda funny! But yeah I recently got back into otome and visual novels and guys when I found Tate Frost..? I went bonkers so I wrote a lil something but guys, hear me when I say:

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS I’M NOT PLAYING WITH Y’ALL!

Warnings: Noncon, manipulation, Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, triggering sexual themes, mentions of past trauma!

But yeah enjoy!

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“You’re fucking crazy.” I spit. His eyes traveled like an elevator down my body, eye-fucking me in the process. You know I have to hand it to them, the people who warn others about manipulative men.

They weren’t kidding, this guy’s seriously an actor, even worse an artist. A con one at that but I couldn’t help but commend his artistry, even as I found myself bound to his bed by ropes and held down for him, like the perfect prey. He eyed me like it too.

The talent was crazy but I think part of me was more mad at myself than him, maybe because I took pride in the fact that I wasn’t naive, well, not as much as expected from a traumatized person.

Not to get too much into detail but I’ve been deceived, later healed enough to start giving out the benefit of the doubt but I wasn’t stupid, not enough to fall for obvious love bombing but THIS was anything but obvious…and yet again I’d been deceived.

Fooled to believe I’d been loved.

Usually, at this point, I would fear that I’d never love again, never trust again, but live? This situation goes beyond my wildest nightmares.

“Can you blame me Sha? You look divine like this…”

My eyes narrowed but his words made me dizzy. He always did, but that’s what love was; a disease. One I’d tolerate though couldn’t stomach but finally for the first time it made me sick, this man was a monster. I understand that perfectly well, yet my body still hasn’t gotten the memo.

He had access to every part of me now but he sat across the room and continued to taunt me.

“I hate you,” I say staring away at a wall

“Well, that’s a shame sweetness, 'cause I adore you~”, He smiled ever so sweetly.

“Shut up.” I glare but he shoots up and grabs my ankles pulling me towards him. I struggle and start to scream but he immediately grips my throat, my eyes widen, not from his harsh grip but from the cold metal I feel against my thigh.

Almost instantly my eyes began to water and I trembled beneath him. He stared down at me, his dominance utterly petrifying, but he wanted to make sure I understood my position, fully grasped the situation I was in.

He then softened his hand. I cautioned my breathing, too afraid that I might accidentally set him off enough to rid me of existence, but he leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine and simultaneously my tears fell.

“I thought you loved me…” I struggled

He pulls back and tilts his head.

“I do love you?” But I scoff

“You’re delusional. This isn’t love.”

“Oh and that’s where you’re wrong sweetness,” He keeps the blade steady but focuses on my eyes.

“Believe it or not I’m honored you decided to trust me enough to be that vulnerable with me. To let me into your past. I’ve listened to you, comforted you…and it’s all been out of love.”

I clenched my teeth and he slowly sunk the blade deeper, enough to scare me.

“And what kind of love equates to threatening to kill me?” I challenge, he smirks.

“Our kind.” He says before pulling the blade and his hand away, but his hand didn’t stray too far as he gently traced the curves of my hip. My breath hitched as I looked up at him.

“You see Sha, the difference between me and all your other relationships is that they didn’t really love you.” My face went cold as ice.

What is he-..?

“MY love for you is overbearing…so much that you can’t even take it. So much that it overwhelms you but,” He sets the knife aside. Leaning down he kisses up my thighs, stalking around my arousal, and I whimpered in anticipation.

“Even if you can’t understand, your body knows that I love you… and it knows I would never lie about that.” He says soothingly, his thick accent laced with allure.

My mind began to shift into fight or flight as his kisses grew closer to my core.

“Tate no please stop..!” And before he could touch me there, he pulled away and let out a sigh before leaving the room.

As I found myself in the room alone my heart began to race, bro this man was out of his damn mind. I took time to breathe but my eyes quickly got to work scanning around his room.

Prior, I never took the time to take in my surroundings the other times I was here.

I was too busy being blinded by his “act”, and my alibi had to be the fact that we never had sex before, he always respected my boundaries and I cherished that about him, knowing I’d never seen that gentleness in anybody else.

But it wasn’t even him actually, and I was currently in the room of a stranger, but if there was one thing I knew for sure, I couldn’t stay here!

Suddenly the door swung open. And there he was…with a deck of playing cards?

“You know I’m quite worried about you Sha, don’t trust me, don’t trust your own body, ” He locked the door before walking over to me

“But I don’t blame you, you’ve been through enough.” He pulled up a chair and sat next to me, reaching over I flinched as he gently wiped my stained cheek, though his touch only made me want to cry again.

“No matter, I thought we’d settle this with a game. Wanna see what your subconscious thinks?” I yanked away from his touch and turned away to the other side of the room, once again making friends with the wall.

“You’re disgusting, I don’t want to play shit with you.” I spat

He chuckled, “I’m afraid it’s the only way sweetheart, besides I think you’ll enjoy what I have in store if you win~”

My brows furrowed as I looked back at him.

Unless it was my freedom he had to be out of his mind entirely if he thought I’d enjoy anything else and right I was.

“I can see you're on edge but I’m being completely honest, I care about you. And because I’m not a total monster I’ll take how you feel into consideration.”

My brows furrowed even more as I stared into his eyes.

Gee, thanks.

“I trust your body so the rules are simple Sha,” He coos moving to sit beside me on the bed.

“I’ll hold up three cards, and if you can pick my favorite, you win.” He began to trail off

If I win…I’ll set you free.” My eyes widened.

Wait what- he can’t be serious… but the way he looked off into the distance, he meant what he said…he was serious, and I let out a shaky breath

“But if you win, I finally get to fuck you, and you’re mine.” My body lost all warmth, dread took hold of my body as I started to hyperventilate. I shook my head and pulled against the ropes.

“Tate n-no don’t do this p-please don’t-!“ He shuffled the deck, eyeing me as I struggled, begging him to have mercy. But it just made him smile.

“I’m serious, are you listening-?!” I screamed out. He put a finger up to his lips effectively hushing me, I knew well then to upset him.

“Tate I-“

“Pick one Y/N.” He immediately cuts me off.

As he held the cards in front of me I quickly broke into a cold sweat.

He could take everything from me… and I wouldn't be able to stop him.

I looked at the cards. I just had to get it wrong and the odds are in my favor but, I’m use to being so unlucky.

“The middle one…” I spoke meekly.

He immediately looked down at the cards, staying quiet. The suspense was killing me and I’d rather it did, anything to take me away from this man. Before I know it he looks up at me and smirks.

“I love you too Sweetness”,

Before I can think he throws the cards aside and crawls on the bed, dragging my hips up to his. I had no time to react as my throat tightened and tears dripped down my cheeks.

Just my luck.

He swiftly pulled down his boxers making my eyes widen, as he ran his tip along my lips.

“S’been a long time comin'” He chuckled aligning with my entrance.

I try once again to pull away, no longer caring about upsetting him.

“No p-please I can’t- you’re too big I won’t be able to take it-!” But it was too late and the pressure quickly entered my body. I winced as he slid in every inch, tears nonstop falling to the sheets as he kept a harsh grip on my hips.

“Fuck!” He hissed

I panted heavily trying to cope with the pain of feeling him so deep against me. I whimpered as he pulled my hips closer, raising one of my legs up to kiss along, as if he was trying to soothe me.

Keeping my leg up he thursted in me once more allowing his dick to reach a newer depth.

“You’re so fucking tight” He groaned lifting my hips to pick up the pace.

He was relentless and rough but I still couldn't adjust to his size as he forced my body to take him repeatedly. My body tensed as surges of pleasure felt like an electric current in my body every time our hips met.

“a-ah~ Tate please-!“

“What’s that baby, such a pretty little thing, do you feel good?“ He teased

I hated him. I swore I did but the way he towered over me, he was so much bigger, stronger than me and it showed in the way he manhandled my body, as if he truly owned me and I was his doll.

He slowed down and buried his face in my neck, focusing on precision rather than speed. He whispered sweet words in my ear, telling me he loved me and I was made for him...and that I was perfect.

I clung to him and held on as he kissed and sucked along my jaw even biting me, but everything felt so gentle, his ease caused my body to relax against him and I whimpered as I allowed myself to fully submit to him.

I would never make it out alive if I didn’t and part of me wanted to accept him. Maybe he did love me and I just didn’t understand. Or maybe being forced away from the rest of society was finally catching up to me? Either way, this was my life now.

As I came to the realization he gently pulled away slightly and wrapped a hand around my throat squeezing lightly, my body tensed pleasurably once again as I closed my eyes taking everything he gave me.

But when I felt him pull back to me I flinch and cry out suddenly as I felt consistent harsh vibrations against my clit. My mouth stayed open as I tried to take in the mass amount of sensation. My breath left me quickly as I arched my back into his growing fast pace.

“Do me a favor and hold this for me baby.”

The tears never faltered, though now they were a symbol of how good I felt, and my eyes fluttered as I looked up to him and the wand he rested above my clit.

“Tate...I’m so close I can’t-“ I cried but he pressed the wand down harder and stared down at me sternly.

“Hold it.“ He repeated.

I couldn’t tell in what way he meant but to play it safe I did both. Taking a hold of the wand I listened to him when he demanded I keep it in place. My body started to shake violently and I felt the overstimulation building up in my body. As I held it in place he let go of my neck and used both hands to hold my hips before thrusting harder.

My head instinctively falls back.

“May l cum please?“ I ask, tears still falling down my face.

“You plan on leavin’ me?” He asks

I started to pant heavily, desperately needing to let go.

“No, no I’m yours I promise I won’t leave, I’ll never leave-!” I struggle, beginning to find myself in a state of hysteria.

“I love you! I promise to stay,” I cry

He immediately takes hold of the wand allowing me to convulse, letting out a loud guttural moan as I came, gripping the sheets.

As I tried to come down from the high, he pulled the wand away and embraces me, thrusting harder to chase his release. I reach up and kiss along his neck trying to return the same feeling he previously gave me but, he quickly bit down hard on my neck trying to quiet himself as he came, pouring every last drop inside me.

He slowed down his thrusts before maneuvering me to lay on top of him and he stayed deep inside.

We soon caught our breath as I laid my head against his chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you…” I whispered, the weariness finally weighing down on me as I closed my eyes. He gently stroked my back pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I forgive you baby” Was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

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Guys c’mon now I can’t believe y’all let him scam y’all like that, what happened to the original plot of the movie?? But seriously if you guys ever find yourself in a situation like this it’s absolutely not healthy please don’t be afraid to seek help! This is purely fantasy! Lol but yeah thank you for reading I love y’allz <3

Likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated!

[nqify]

faceriding hcs? like extra sloppy, messy, nasty yk. spit, slurping all the noiseeeee aaaaaaaa plsplspls!

the amount of people that actually requested this!!! it’s filling my request box lmaooo!! this is for all the ppl that wanted face riding hcs UR WELCOME

face riding headcanons. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. oral for f!reader. dirty talk. lil spit play. and ofc daddy kink duh?.

note. y’all were rlly onto smth requesting this!! I 100% headcanon quaritch to get pussy drunk!!

so we can agree on that miles loves eating pussy. he doesn’t do it for you, oh no, he does it for himself. the way your body struggles and shakes just by his tongue and fingers??? def makes go through the roof.

so when u asked him, “uh, miles, can i sit on your face?” oh this boy is going feral. he’s ears would perk up and his tail would start to wag a little, literally a dog.

bc this guy has a size kink he would love and I mean LOVE!! having you on top of him. The way ur body is so small compared to his and the fact ur struggling just to sit comfortably on his lap. HE IS IN AWE

youd be a little nervous to sit on his face, like duh?? this guy is so hot and u don’t want him to die. but he reassures you, “no, no, it’s okay mama, ride my face, c’mere”

your legs would wrap around the sides of his head, his big hands would settle on the back of your thighs, “don’t be so nervous baby, ima make u feel so good” u r purring fr

this guy is so sloppy and noisy when he eatsFR!! he’s slurping, humming and groaning in your pussy!!! “shit baby, u taste so good”

you’d be hesitant to grind on his face, only doing little movements instead, but OHNO!! this mf wants u to literally ride his face. He’d grab your thighs to lift you off his face a little to say, “mama, need u to ride my face, you can do that can’t you?? u wanna make daddy happy right?” YOU R WHIMPERING AND NODDING!!

you start to slowly grind on him, his hands having a firm grip on your thighs. you can practically hear him moaning in your pussy, “mmm so good” or or “want more, gimme more mm” GIRL!!!:&!,&,

GETS PUSSY DRUNK YEPYEP!! y’all have to listen to me on this one. miles loves ur pussy, like is in love with it. so when u ride his face, it def triggers smth in him. He starts to mumble under his breathe, he gets more vocal and I mean vocal like WHINING!!! he’s just so pussy drunk

lets just say your rlly get into it, riding him and shit and all of a sudden miles says, “fuck baby, gimme more, I want more of pussy pls” HOLY SHIT WHAT???

Now now, he will not go all subby and bottom out. That ain’t him!!! he’ll just start to get more whiney with his words, more eager to have ur pussy.

Youve already came three times now and miles still hasn’t had enough. Like I told you, he eating you out for his pleasure not yours girl!! “you can cum one more time right baby?? yeah? u can??, good girl” yeah ur cumming over and over again

cuz he’s so pussy drunk his dirty talk gets so much more hotter. Like omg, “shit mama, ur pussy is fucking delicious, gonna eat it every day, u hear me baby? gonna make ur pretty pussy such a mess for me, mm” oror when ur about to cum, “yeah keep going princess, keep grinding on my tongue, gimme ur cum baby, need it bad” He’s literally begging for you at this point.

kinda feel like miles would use face riding as some sort of punishment for you. like he’d make u sit on his face and force out every orgasm you have.

just imagine your being the biggest brat ever. Not listening to a word he’s saying and just being a big tease. This guys pulls you to your shared bed and makes u cum OVER AND OVER AGAIN!! OVERSTIMULATION KINK BRRR

he has full control over you, holding your thighs still, while overstimulating ur poor pussy!! girl u r aching rn, “had to be such a brat huh? u just wanted daddy’s attention didn’t you?? yeah that’s right, c’mon baby, cum for me”

def would spank you. ur doing smth he didn’t like, or ur going outta line, SPANK!!! just bc your on top of him doesn’t mean u get control. He wants u to let you know that ur pussy is his and his only, “who’s pussy is this baby?” he’d slap your clit a little, “yours miles!!” girl GIRL, “say that again mama, who’s pussy is this?” yours daddy

bc this guy is a messy eater he will spit on ur pussy. Like cmon now??? Ur grinding on him and all of a sudden BOOM spit on ur pussy!! he wants it to get messy and sloppy, he absolutely loves it when it runs down his chin cuz later UR LICKING THAT OFF FR!!!

hey loves!!! sooo requests are still open but only for a little while longer. send through all the stuff u can now before they close🫶🏼🫶🏼

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

BEN Drowned headcanons

Finally I’m getting around to posting my current standing BEN Drowned HCs! The ask I got a couple weeks ago definitely motivated me to finish this finally lmao.

Trigger warnings for: Mentions of death, manipulation, suicide, drowning, violence, and the general mature stuff you should expect from the adult side of the Creepypasta fandom. There are NO CENSORS BEYOND THIS POINT. Read at your own risk.

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ageless/has kinda always existed since the internet has been publicly accessible

It/it’s pronouns, occasionally caught using they/them and even rarer he/him

Manipulative as fuck

Malewhore mansplain manipulate

Literally makes up a huge chunk of its personality idk what to tell you

Will doxx you

No seriously if you catch its attention you’re getting stalked

Stalks potential victims through the internet

Finds potential victims on forums and the “dark web”

Often goes after people who are heavily depressed and/or suicidal

Thinks it’s funny telling people to off themselves

Like fr its favorite hobby is basically being an average redditor

Probably the WORST mf to date out of all of my interpretations of Creepypasta characters

Gives zero shits about anyone besides itself

Seriously it does not care about you Y/N RUN!!!!!

Lies lies lies omg loves lying so much

Lies to get what it wants

Master “hacker”

If it’s stalking you say goodbye to any and all digital important things you have

Say goodbye to your laptop too

And switch

And iPhone

It’s all getting bricked by BEN if it finds it funny to do so

And it probably will

You like sleep? Too bad

Woe, nightmares be upon ye

Gaslighting KING. Deletes messages between you and people in your life on purpose

Has extensive knowledge of internet culture and video games

Knows every meme ever

Has created most of the “video game” Creepypastas as their own personal “proxies”

Sonic.exe, Smile.jpeg, The Princess, etc, anything inhabiting digital media that torments people, BEN is the one behind it all

Finds friendships useless but respects Slenderman enough to continue being a proxy for it

Got bored of tormenting the other pastas pretty fast, generally avoids them unless slender tasks it with giving specific info pulled from the web to the other pastas (news articles, police reports, locations, etc)

Out of all my HC characters BEN is probably the most serious/grimdark/gritty, I prommy not all my blorbos are as mature and serious as BEN

Takes on the form of a late teenage boy’s body, waterlogged pale skin, constantly glitching and dripping water. Speaks in at least five different voices/tones at once, including robotic AI voices

Only physically manifests to scare the fuck out of people

Stans Hatsune Miku

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!

All these HCs are for BEN! Not Ben!!!!

Because after much deliberation I have decided that yeah I kinda do want some of the old BEN middle school me liked to fuck around with. So without further ado, here’s my Ben headcanons:

Created BEN as an AI program for when he can’t be at his computer

BEN is kinda like their “avatar” for the internet

He/they pronouns

Roughly about 20 years old, give or take a few years

Died in the mid 2000s in college

Went back home one weekend to pick up some furniture and whoopsies dad sacrificed me to the cult I tried to escape from

Obviously had a not so great home life. Chose the furthest college on purpose just to get away

His father never saw him as anything more than a bargaining chip and pawn for the cult of the moon children

The sacrifice and his death were what caused the mental split between himself and the AI

One half of him remained tethered to his physical corpse, the other half manifested itself as what is now the BEN AI

He can be in two places at once technically

He’s unsure if they count as two people or one. On the one hand, BEN is a manifestation of his apathy and agony from his death and did come from his own mind. On the other hand, BEN is able to function completely independently of Ben

After years of practice and honing their technical skills, Ben was able to fine tune the BEN AI into what it is today

I mean hell, the BEN AI wasn’t always this powerful and organized. The first few years after Ben’s death, he could barely get ahold of it

Sort of??? A ghost?? Like a fusion between a ghost and zombie

Like is obviously a corpse and can kinda go in and out of corporeal and non corporeal form

Has the skin tone and feel of a freshly drowned corpse, but isn’t constantly dripping water

Eyes constantly leak and drip with blood tho. Tissues are scattered all around his room with his futile attempts to keep the blood tears at bay. Face has a “pinker” color compared to the rest of his body thanks to how many times they’ve wiped and smeared the blood around

First they take your eyes, then they carve symbols you don’t understand into your flesh, and then they drown you. Smh

They’re much more faded now, but Ben has the scars of symbols the moon children cult used during his sacrifice

Similar in behavior/personality as BEN but toned way the fuck down

Like. Still enjoys tormenting people but can (sort of) empathize

Still an asshole tho

And a pervert

And a stoner

And a gamer

He’s a discord Reddit mod irl. Scummy guy tbh

Not afraid of water, just afraid of water damage on their equipment

Lives in the mansion basement

Hasn’t seen sunlight since 2004

Introverted as fuck

Prefers to be physically manifested, leaves all the digital movement to the BEN AI but can enter technology if need be

Cheats in any and all video games you play against him in. Hacker aficionado

Y’all know those fits people used to wear in the 2010s of like, cargo shorts and legend of Zelda t shirts? Almost exclusively his fashion sense

Like yeah he does have the link getup but finds it pretty tedious to get into

Does enjoy scene fashion quite a bit tho

And EDM

electronic stuff in general is his favorite shit ever

Him and the BEN AI never physically kill people, just manipulates them into offing themselves

He’s a weak motherfucker he physically cannot kill somebody

Emotionally tho he would mass murder if he could

The one thing him and Jeff can agree on

Bi, and aro. Kinda too horny and despondent to society to care for someone emotionally for more than twelve seconds

Could definitely stand to make a few friends though, and isn’t opposed to conversation if he ever leaves his gamer basement

Currently friends with EJ, Jane, Liu, Nina, and Helen

Has a tolerable relationship/mutual respect for Masky, Hoody, Jason, Puppeteer, and Slenderman

Doesn’t get along with/hates Jeff, LJ, and Clockwork

Sally sees him as an older brother figure. Unfortunately he’s a bad influence on the kid and also has no idea how to look after a child, he just kinda goes “fuck it we ball” anytime someone puts them in charge of Sally. Has taught her every swear and slur known to man. Thinks it’s hilarious to put her on the mic in gamer lobbies

“Hey dude check this out” proceeds to show you the nastiest shock video ever

Semi-fluent in Japanese despite being whiter than paper. Unsurprisingly a weeb

If he owns a body pillow he keeps it hidden with his life. They won’t be caught dead cuddling up to something like that at night

The mansion’s go to IT guy. Against his will but unfortunately if he wants to continue living in the mansion (or living in general) he has to take this role lest slenderman eviscerates him for defiance

Both him and the BEN AI have a major superiority complex, he thinks he’s way better than everyone else and is the cockiest bastard mf on the planet

Stans Hatsune Miku

[ssleepycenzi]

Part 2 plus some music I listened to while writing this

Miguel spoke to gabi who nodded in response and ran to the room she was given by [name].The angel Arched one of her brows in response curious to know what’s was gonna happen in the unforeseen future.”yknow it took me awhile to figure out why you looked so familiar to me,Querida” he said the last work with a smirk on his face from the reaction to [names] face as of the word triggered a certain memory or memories within in her mind.”Oh,something wrong Querida?”Miguel chuckled and walked over to her wrapping his large thick arms around her waist. “you remember us don’t you” he whispered in her ear “Why are you pretending” Miguel continued. [Name]’s Breath was caught in her throat as the memories flooded back to her brain it was a bit overwhelming. “I remember now..but I didn’t before,Angels Can’t lie”she spoke in a breathy tone her body warming up from Miguel’s touch.”Is that so?”Miguel frowned slightly then tell me what you used on my wounds?”, “Hot waters,cloth rags, pain killers and alcohol wipes” [name] replied slightly annoyed at his rather dumb question.Miguel smiled at the fact what she had said was true.”I missed you so much..” Miguel groaned nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck peppering kisses on her skin as he did so.[name] only let out quite gasps before speaking “I..I need to finish cooking”she managed to say without stuttering or choking on her own words.”let me help you then”Miguel’s muffled voice spoke cutting the rest of the vegetables despite being relaxed against [name].His chest against her back,humming softly as he cut the vegetables not letting [name] move.Miguel wanted to soak in the feeling of having how wife back in his arms.Meanwhile gabi was secretly watching,she was happy that her family was finally going to be together again.After some time the food was finished and everyone was in the living room eating and watching a show,Miguel has already surprised gabi with the truth about [name].”The food was amazing Querida as always when you cook” Miguel cooed in his wife’s ear,she smiled in response.Her hand gently caressed gabi’s Cheeks as her head rested on [names] lap.”she’s grown so much” [name whispered not wanting to disturb her little girl’s slumber.”Querida,why don’t we put her to bed and catch up on lost time” Miguel smiles kissing [name] softly on the lips before picking up gabi and bringing her to bed and tucking her in as [name] cleaned up the dishes and living room.Once Miguel had tucked Gabi in he walked back into the living room and snuck up behind [name] and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into a gratifying embrace.The sudden action startled the angel but she she accepted with a smile.”I’m finished cleaning” [name] spoke up turning around within the confinement of Miguel’s arm wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so.Miguel chuckled and placed a quick kiss on her soft lips letting out a small groan as he did so.[Name] laughed softly and kissed him back with luscious intent.”Oho~? Is my dear wife needy for me” Miguel joked chuckling deeply as he looked down at his wife.”can you blame me?” [name] smiled,Miguel only smirked and picks the angel up by her thighs lifting her up to his level.He began to place kisses on her lips and neck.[names hands tracked up the back of Miguel’s nape making their way into his hair gently tugging on the dark brown and gray hairs of his locks.

[Name] Pov

Miguel had let out a low moan as I gently tugged his hair ,and continued to pepper kisses all over my skin he had acsess to.”You taste so appetizing like..strawberries”. Miguel groaned as he began to undress you and place feverish kisses on the skin he was slowly exposing for his eyes and his eyes only to see.”Miguel” I whined greedily,”yes mi princesa?” “I want more..no I need,crave more… please” I mewled in his ear.”As you wish my love” Miguel grinned letting his fangs be seen,He carried me to the bedroom,holding me with a singular arm just remind me how fit Miguel is.He set me on the bed while kissing me everywhere he could each kissed filled with love and lust.I let myself relax into his touch,sprawled out on the bed halfway undressed and underneath Miguel.How’d I get this lucky?Whens the last time I’ve been intimate with myself or anyone? I thought to myself.”it’s been so long, tell me so you want me to prepare you or ravage you” Miguel questioned me smirking with that cocky attitude of his.”wouldn’t gabi wake up from either of those options?” I inquired raising a brow.”Then you’ll just have to be quiet enough for her not hear and loud enough for me to hear your sweet moans,okay princesa?”His tone was sultry with a lopsided smile plastered on his face.”I can try I suppose,but for your answer I want you to ravage me” I cooed in his ear my hand trailing up his chest to his cheek caressing it with my thumb.”you haven’t been touched in so long haven’t you? Don’t worry I’ll make you remember the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you filling you with my cum” he practically snarled in my ear as he was now ontop of me shirt off pants undone,he had used his finger talons to undress me quicker leaving me exposed completely for his dark eyes to adore.There was medium sized bulge in his boxers poking out with a wet patch in the middle.”Let me know if it’s too much yeah?” I nodded as he took his cock out from his pants and stormed a bit,clear?pre-cum beading out from the top sliding down to the base of his curved cock.His brow furrowed and he let out a hiss as he pressed his tip against my wet slit slighty prodding at with little to nothing thrusts.”I’m going to make my hurt so good” Miguel grinned as he pistoned into my throbbing wet cunt without warning which I should have expected.I choked on air for a second when he entered his cockhead slightly pressed against my cervix.Miguel had let out a loud moan.and he tells me to keep quite.“Fuck” you’re definitely tighter than I remember”he panted as he began thrusting in and out of me with a slow place to help me readjust to his cock’s size.”ah~ Miguel I missed you so much~”I mewled quietly as my arms flung around his neck.”mhm~ I can tell,you’re clenching around me each time I pull out” Miguel’s now raspy voice laughed.Miguel started buck his hips faster than before letting his cock go deeper with each thrust.His thrusts has enough force to make my breast jiggle more forcefully.drool dripped from the corner of my mouth as my lips were parted and my eyes rolled back almost.”It feels good dosent it baby” Miguel chuckled in my ear as he continued to roll his hips into mine.”fuck Miguel~!” I moaned loudly gripping his back now leaving small scratch marks.Miguel let out grunts and sometimes a few whimpers when I would kiss his neck or if my nail dug a little to deep into skin.”mhm sorry” I spoke into his shoulder with my head resting in the crook of his neck.”It’s okay baby mark me up all you want I’m all yours” Those words made my heart flutter.Suddenly his thrust became more harsh and sloppy indicating he was close to his long awaited release.”fuck” he groaned as he came inside me I had also reached my peak seconds after he came.

[philsmeatylegss]

please yap about dip and pip's relationship with pj, I want to know more

FUCKING YESS!!! WHOO HOO!! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY!!!

Okay so I haven’t brushed up on my PJ lore in a while, so correct me if any of this is wrong, but I’m sticking with the basics.

What gets me about their friendship is that they’ve been through it all together. Once again, correct me if I’m wrong, but him and Phil were friends before Dan started making videos, correct? It could’ve been after. Point is, he was there pre youtube era, bat shit insane era, and out era. And there’s proof they’ve stayed close through it all. I cannot imagine the pressure of maintaining a normal friendship under the circumstances they were under. I will fully admit myself I am one curious mf first thing I would ask is if they were together. And to have a bunch of 13 year olds yelling at you to do so, I can’t imagine just seeing all of that and then casually heading out to see a movie or get dinner.

I have a head cannon which I feel like I have enough reason to treat it like cannon and that’s that dnp only were close to YouTubers who didn’t care about their sexuality/relationship. You had to be there, but the 2014 british youtuber boom, dnp were making collabs with people who just were so different and it showed. And I don’t think people will understand if they weren’t there how big of a thing “phan” was. They were described usually something along the lines of “those friends with the matching hair that fans think are together.” So when you mix personalities that, to no one’s fault, just don’t blend, mix it with the pressure of five million thirteen year olds, and mix it with people who one has a lot wrong with them, that’s a really bad mixture to set up a friendship. I believe other than Louise and PJ, who dnp knew before hand (pretty sure louise, might have been at the start of their career), tyler oakley and Anthony seem to be the only creators they seemed comfortable around. I forgot why I started talking about this. Oh, the conditions in which friendship had to stand under.

I truly don’t know how to explain how insane the phandom used to be. And how widespread. As someone approaching the age they were when they started to blow up, I am amazed they didn’t leave the internet.

This whole long rant is to say that it was overwhelming to even be in the vicinity of dnp. The amount of pressure is something I truly cannot describe. And it’s hard to explain if you weren’t there, but I cannot imagine an outsider maintaining a relationship with the two of them with the pressures both within the relegation ship and outside. Because let’s also not forget Dan’s mental health and trauma was triggered every time a “phan is real” comment happened. It was truly such a chaotic time and I think the reason they didn’t have a lot of friends was because they couldn’t.

So it’s just that it must have been so fucking hard. And they must have a very close bond to have survived what their friendship endured. It was such a unique scenario to be pulled into and deciding to come along for the ride is something I find so admirable.

I also think PJ has been a part of their journey with sexuality and how public they were about being together. From what we know, Phil and PJ filmed together back when it was just millennials. To as recent as filming April Fool’s. That experience of watching that dynamic rise and fall and having to just follow and work with must’ve been crazy

If you look at a lot of the credits in dnp’s more professional videos, PJ is often in the credit and often has a big role. Really, it’s mostly the same people who dip and pip work with which gets me the most. It’s obvious they feel comfortable and genuine around him. We’ve seen behind the scenes how they discuss ideas. It’s just very relaxed, which is something dip and pip were deprived of as soon as they started blowing up. Everything had to be planned and thought through. And I think having an old friend who they were likely open to about their relationship and sexuality probably kept them sane. I do believe they are a lot closer than they put forward online and good for them. I think that’s why they’ve stayed friends for so long.

A lot of this is pure speculation. But it must be so cool to have watched your close friend go through the journey pip did, all the while being with someone he loved. But also helping them through it and helping them express themselves within their own boundaries.

That’s what I was yapping about at the start. I think the few YouTubers dip and pip remained close to Anthony, Louise, and Tyler, is because they seemed to like dan and phil because they liked dan and phil. There was no ulterior motive and they genuinely didn’t give a shit their relationship or what fans said. If I were dnp, I would have become very guarded with my emotions. But, at least from what we’ve seen, they seem very comfortable with Pj and his gf I forget her name but she’s so pretty.

When I think of friendship I think of what Peej has with dip and pip. There was so much obvious discomfort for so many years and being able to adapt to that is something special. Balancing public versus private. And just having such long history together. Once again, I’m not up to date on my lore, but I’m pretty sure Phil and Pj knew each other before Phil knew Dan. Or at least it was very close. Like they have been friends from the start. Pj was there for every stage. Every stage. And having a friend who remained neutral during it all probably really helped dip and pip not go nuts.

I truly cannot put into words how out of control the phandom was. Like I don’t even know how to phrase it. It was such a unique phenomena that I have never seen anything even close since. So it’s hard to really get across what it meant sticking with dip and pip during the height of their career, but it must have been so fucking hard on all sides.

And to just see after that chaos that they are still close, that they still film together, that they just hang out,,, I just find that very neat. And admirable. And I’m so curious to know more about it.

I’m not rereading any of this so enjoy the typos

[vampsquerade]

crashing in through the wall like the Kool Aid man and asking for some König hcs. Listen bestie, Glaz is my first (97th) love, but I'm a sucker for a big tall scary man with the biggest daddy milkers this planet will ever see. I want to eat him whole like a snake. ALSO I HOPE THIS GOES THROUGH THE FIRST FUCKING TIME. fuck dumblr !!!

YESSS BESTIEEE i got you! also fr fuck dumblr cause there deadass wasn’t even a repeat ask that you might have sent in so thank GOD you managed to get it in! thanks as always for requesting ilysm MWAH kiss (IM SO FUCKING SORRY I’M LATE TOO MAN FUCKING HELL HCs WERE SO EASY FOR ME BEFORE AND NOW THEY’RE HARD)

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General König Headcanons

Trigger Warnings: fluff, and angst, graphic depictions of violence, anxiety, bullying, fighting, obsessive tendencies,

♡ As much as I’d love to believe in the whole “Oh he’s just a big anxiety baby he can’t do anything by himself :(“ stuff, he is a grown man standing at probably between 6’4” and 6’6” (~193cm-198cm) tall

♡ BUT!!!! This does not mean I will not make him a soft man at some points here. And this will mostly be tame; no NSFW unless somebody asks for that. And a friendly reminder that these are just HCs I personally have, if you agree or not is up to you. This is all for fun c:

♡ He’s spent so long hating his height because of all the people that bullied him and those who only see him as a towering beast, but he’s slowly coming to terms with that

♡ Like the whole “Oh yeah, I’m a pretty big guy. There’s tons of random people as tall as me, and in history, even taller!” type beat you know?

♡ And I feel like this anxiety has caused him to be wary of new people, but not flat out afraid; he’s deeply aware he has to interact with people and does his best

♡ He also does not talk about his past, feeling a little embarrassed to do so in the first place; nobody’s going to have time for it!!

♡ Except for when he’s drunk; then he’s talking about some parts. The ones that aren’t too concerning, just the times he’s laughed about it now that he’s older

♡ Convinced he’s one of those people that uses words in German rather than their English counterparts in the middle of a sentence

♡ And then when someone stares at him like “Huh?” he apologizes and translates the words or sometimes full on phrases

♡ König is also pretty awkward as a result of his bullying, methinks

♡ Like he can interact with people all fine and stuff, but he can easily detect when someone’s not worth interacting with, so sometimes he’ll just walk away (bonus points if it’s in the middle of a conversation)

♡ I personally believe when he has anxiety attacks, he just isolates himself; nobody should see him this way, he doesn’t want to seem weak still

♡ Relationship wise…I’d like to think this is where his anxiety acts up the most

♡ König is definitely terrified of getting his heart broken, not wanting to have more pain inflicted on him

♡ And if his partner seems promising, I feel he’s very, very possessive and protective of them

♡ Defo the kinda guy to pull them close, glare at the person even thinking about coming near his partner, and kissing them.

♡ Also convinced he’d be obsessed with his partner

♡ König would do anything to keep someone’s attention on him, relishing more in praise than he would degradation

♡ Practically worships the ground they walk on, almost like his partner were some ethereal being that’s taken pity and pride in how much they love him

♡ He’s so normal

♡ König the kinda mf to, if his partner is shorter, lift them up and hold them close whenever he can

♡ He’s like a giant teddy bear, and adores to cuddle with his partner

♡ You know how muscles when at rest are super squishy? König’s secretly in love with how muscular he is

♡ Why? Because when he’s relaxed, it means he can get squeezed all over

♡ Bro likes his pecs getting squeezed, not even getting aroused from it or anything; he finds comfort when someone squishes his muscles and tells them how much they love him

♡ Now all that anxiety aside…König, being the grown man he is, is willing to fuck anybody up

♡ I mean…his character description describes König as someone who’s excelled in fighting hand-to-hand

♡ As much as he had wanted to be a sniper, even having the proficiency for it, he’s an amazing insertion specialist

♡ Bro has definitely killed somebody by slamming their spines on his formidable thighs, breaking noses and several other things with his knees and fists and elbows

♡ He gets a kick out of fighting; have you heard some of his voice lines?

♡ “They. Are. No. Match for me.” has got to be his hottest voice line (because he’s so fucking right—the man breaks down doors easily and can grapple and manhandle anyone)

♡ He relishes in the fight, becoming a much different person entirely than his anxiety allows

♡ And I personally would like to believe he actually likes hand-to-hand much more than he lets on

♡ König probably just sees his role as an insertion specialist as a way to not only release the pain he feels inside, but also as a method in which he can prove how menacing he can be

♡ Nobody should ever think about crossing him, lest they wanna end up going home in a body bag or a box; sometimes not even at all.

[poisonf0rest]

Love the brainrot I’ve gotten so far— keep them coming! I’ll build off some of my favorites and post them. In the meantime, some thoughts after playing through half the update:

I was close on the sweetheart, turns out I’ll be using sweetie which is… okay? I guess I’ll accept that

That stunt he pulled by pulling the trigger on himself, ya, he’s definitely tried that before. I’m getting the angsty “I want to make you into someone that can finally kill me, and at least I’ll die by your hand” vibe

Is Sylus a wanderer turned human- the doc mentioned those experiment? Strange, I can’t find it anymore but it explains why people describe him as “heartless” and how he heals/cant die, and that smoke looks like the smoke that comes from some wanderers

Such a side note but I hate how annoying the MC suddenly got during this chapter. I’m all for banter but her attitude sometimes is plain stupid and comes off as whiney and immature

He is one kinky mf but I hope they give him actual depth and character too lmao

Enlisting help! If you have any headcannons, prompts, or general ideas around Sylus I’d love to hear them and maybe write one

So far all I got is:

he’s a switch only because he’d definitely go along with your power trip, teasing you while you think you have control just to turn the tables and give it back to you tenfold

I cannot physically make myself write kitten so he’d use: doll, sweetheart, brat, sweet/pretty little thing

talkative, constantly mocking you especially when you beg or cry

loves when you put up a fight, it’s just an excuse for him to get even rougher until you’re both bleeding and exhausted

loves seeing the marks he leaves on you and vise versa, no matter if they’re made from teeth, nails, blades, or something even more vicious

boost his ego, praise him, beg for him, tell him you can’t live without him and he’ll follow your every command no better than a dog

gets you a matching collar.

Bless all the writers working overtime to feed us content and inspiration before this man is even released

[griancraft]

Whenever I hear anyone spread “east asian Americans are sooo privileged they’re basically white people 2.0” I want to cry.

Major trigger warning for abuse and racism.

Fetishization and the supposed “whiteness” of East Asians does not mean equality nor does it mean that we don’t get racism directed at us. It doesn’t mean that the way weebs and koreaboos treat us is okay. It’s ignorant and frankly racist to say that we “have it good”. Leftists love to push this narrative.

There is so much blatant racism against East Asians, so many women abused, so many people killed or injured by racists, so many opportunities forgone and lives affected. People think we are okay, they overlook or struggles, and that’s the biggest let down ever. Asian heritage month is in may. I’ve been told it’s “not important” to celebrate it. Despite a good portion of the student body of my old highschool being East Asian.

I’ve been told because I’m “white passing” (which I am. Not.) I can’t speak on the racism I’ve experienced. I was left to freeze in the woods overnight in the rain when I was 12 by a group of white teenagers. I was a city kid who went to the country to get a hunting license because at the time I wanted nothing more than to go hunting with my grandpa. They called me slurs people legit don’t even believe I was called bc they were so. Niche I guess? Like obviously “nip” and “jap” but they also called me “kami” as in kamikaze. Mfs pulled out ww2 era slurs to bully a child 💀

They made fun of me and tricked me into sleeping without a tarp and told me “the ferns will shelter you from the rain” and used the tarp for themselves. Why shouldn’t I have believed them? I was a little autistic kid who had never experienced racism or people being outwardly malicious. The only reason I wasn’t like. Really hurt is because two older boys were walking around the campsite and looking for people who needed to bail out. The camp councillors, despite me telling them, didn’t tell my dad and instead chose to tell my mom. Who is a white woman. Because they thought they could “avoid my dads anger”. My dad is a 6ft tall darker hairy Japanese man. (Not only is he not the stereotype of a Japanese man I’m sure they expected he’s fucking scary. So that played a part)

And that’s the most blatant it’s been. I haven’t even talked about the name calling, the microagressions, the making fun of my last name, calling me fake, Ignoring my experiences, and belittling me. All things I experience so so often it’s sickening.

The stubbornness of leftists who are so wrapped up in analysis and hierarchy is going to destroy the community from the inside. Leftism , at its core, should be about keeping everyone safe. Providing everyone the resources they need to survive and be safe. Not this dismissive, racist bullshit.

[bbytetsu]

AWKWARD SEX MOMENTS WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS

warnings: NSFW. mentions of vaginal sex, anal, menstruation, blowjobs, fingering, nipple play, car sex. plus swearing and a lot of secondhand embarrassment

author’s note: this is just a lil fun brain dump because i KNOW that for all the filthy smut we have on the boys, we need a lil laugh too <3

kuroo: ceo of lubing it up but one time his dick slipped and went in your ASS instead. you blacked out and couldn’t sit down for a week. 

kenma: greasy ass mf. it used to be ABSOLUTELY unbearable to suck his dick because he doesn’t wash well around there. like is something fermenting in his pubic hairs? kombucha? you’ll never know. 

akaashi: learned to dirty talk by stumbling across smut online and so he was a lil too poetic for his own good. cue the “i’m going to insert my thick juicy cock into your core now.” oops!

bokuto: thought queefs were farts for the longest time. the first time you queefed, he jokingly suggested that maybe you shouldn’t have ate all that chipotle by yourself. the second time, he pulled out to tell you he wouldn’t be mad if you had to take a shit right now.

atsumu: you once got your period in the middle of sex and he was like “oh shit, guess my dick’s just too big 😏 🤫 you okay, though?” I SWEAR-

osamu: he forgets to tell you that the walls are thin in his shared apartment so right as you’re about to climax, his twin goes screaming “TELL THEM TO KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE, ‘SAMU!” also, he didn’t know how to play with your boobs for the longest time. he’d just pinch your nipples and that’d be it. 

suna: didn’t understand the concept of aftercare. after having sex, he’d either fall asleep immediately or just get up to play nba 2k (butt ass naked, too!) without saying a word. 

sakusa: assumes that vaginas are supposed to smell like vanilla and flowers, so the first time he goes down on you he asks you why your pussy smells like that. pussy pass REVOKED. 

oikawa: this cocky lil bitch. once asked if you would "die for his dick.” it was a bit much so you said no. he pretended not to hear you.

iwaizumi: for your anniversary, he sprinkled some flower petals in the room and put up a big bouquet of flowers on his nightstand. he ended up triggering your pollen allergy. you half sneezed half moaned through sex, but it was a cute gesture!

kunimi: used to suck at fingering, sorry. he’d just stick his fingers in your pussy  and leave it there like he was waiting to perform a jutsu in your coochie 

mattsun: you’re giving him that double twisty gawk gawk when you decide hm! let’s switch things up a little. so you move your mouth down to his balls and start licking them. he forgot to tell you that his balls are ticklish beforehand and KNEES you in the face.

makki: it’s not just a moment, it’s the whole thing. he wants to have car sex soooo bad but he drives a such small car like a honda fit. you have to roll down the backseat window and stick your head out in doggy position so the two of you can fit 💀

ushijima: for someone who grunts a lot while playing volleyball, it’s weird how silent, i mean DEAD SILENT, he’d be while having sex. and he can’t take a hint so you had to tell him straight up that you felt like you were fucking a serial killer

tendou: shot cum into his own EYE. god it hurts thinking about this but basically he thought he was done cumming, he was just casually inspecting his dick, and then there’s an unexpected squirt!

nishinoya: used to be lil too aggressive on your clit. he’d be biting on it like a rabid dog 😭 but when you tell him to be gentler, it’s too soft. we appreciate the enthusiasm though, he’ll eat you out while swinging his legs in the air!

tanaka: he tries to list out nintendo characters in his head during sex so he doesn’t cum too fast, but “waluigi” once slipped out of his mouth while he was cumming. cuddles after sex have never been more awkward!!

asahi: just couldn’t spank you for the longest time. he is a gentle giant after all, but if you asked to get your hair pulled or ass smacked like he’d give u that weak shit... like where’s all the power, ace?

daichi: keeps asking if you’ve cum yet as if he’s tryna manifest your orgasm!! who is gonna tell this man that you can’t cum from just penetration? you finally decide enough is enough and show him the way to your clit 

suga: this one time, his mom kept calling him like every!! 3!! minutes!! and being the mama’s boy that he is, he ends up excusing himself to pick up the phone. andddd later you find out it wasn’t even about anything important 🙄

futakuchi: his first time with you, he nuts too quickly, which completely destroys his pride. he tells you he needs a moment and leaves to take a walk...

terushima: he has the WORST sex playlist. like he’s pretty smooth otherwise, you’ll be in his bed raring to go until he starts playing his shitty soundcloud rapper "remember the times we had. the times you and me had” r&b playlist. and even worse it’s full of ADS 😭

[kybabi]

reacting to s/o saying the wrong name

w/ bokuto, oikawa, and kuroo!

(a/n: i saw this trend on tiktok and wanted to hc some of the boys with it!! :D)

bokuto

you and bokuto have been play fighting for a couple minutes because you stole the last bite of food smh

his hands are tickling your sides and you’re laughing uncontrollably

“NOOO STOP I CANT—”

“then maybe YOU SHOULDNT HAVE STOLEN THE LAST BITE Y/N—”

the two of you are rolling around on the bed and bokuto is laying ticklish kisses on your neck (ugh romantic idiot)

he’s got you pinned down, laughing boyishly at you as you flail around

bokuto jabs at your sides and you squeal, laugh-sobs escaping your throat at an alarming rate. he pokes at a particular spot and you can’t handle it anymore.

“ITO, STOP!” you yell, tears streaming down your face.

at this, he pauses, laughing ceasing and a confused frown replacing the grin on his face.

he pulls away from you.

“who’s ito?”

you gulp nervously.

“i don’t know an ito, kou.”

“but you just said ito. who’s ito?”

“baby, i never said that. you must be hearing things, kou.”

his hair has begun to flop dramatically, eyes widening sadly. he looks like a puppy. you can only keep it up for so much longer, he just looks so adorable.

you reach up for him and he backs away, taking hold of your wrists and pushing them towards you.

“baby—”

“is there someone else?” he interrupts.

“what?! of course not!”

you attempt to reach up for him again but he pushes you away.

“you know, if there was someone you like better than me, you could’ve just told me,” he mumbles, refusing to make eye contact with you.

you can’t do it anymore.

“kou, baby, it’s a joke.”

“you don’t have to—”

you take hold of his chin in your hand, turning it toward the camera, which you’re pointing to with your free hand.

“it’s for a tiktok!”

he turns back to look at you, eyes wide in surprise. they narrow, and he pouts childishly at you. he collapses on you, sighing into your neck.

“you really had me worried for a sec,” he mutters, snuggling into your skin and inhaling the scent there. “don’t scare me like that again, ‘kay?”

you laugh, running your fingers through his hair gently.

“‘kay.”

oikawa

you already KNOW this mf is ticklish

but like.. so are you ?!

today’s cause of domestic bickering: you left half an ounce (LITERALLY half an ounce) of milk in the fridge

what he doesn’t know is that you’ve purposefully left it there in hopes of triggering a lil fight😏

(you need tiktok content ok)

you’re sitting on the couch, reading, phone already propped up and recording, when he walks up to you with the nearly empty carton in hand

his hand is on his hip (this mf a whole ass twink goodbye) and he’s scowling at you.

“y/n, what is this?”

you stare at him for too long, laughter bubbling up in your chest, becoming too difficult to contain

you decide to make a break for it, but he’s already got you pinned on the couch (ugh screw this man’s reflexes)

he digs his fingers into your ribs and you squeal, trying to push his hands away and failing

instead, you go for the offense, which only works for about 2 seconds, because he rolls you over and jabs at your waist

“BABE STOP IM GONNA PEE,” you cry, laughing so hard tears are rolling down your cheeks.

tooru is laughing with you, poking you in the ticklish part of your stomach.

“TOSHI, STOP!” you squeak.

he does, immediately pulling his hands away from your grasp. a frown has etched itself onto his face. he looks hurt.

“..ushiwaka?”

“what?”

“you just said toshi, y/n.”

“no, i didn’t.”

you laugh nervously, sitting up and reaching for his hand. he grabs your wrist before you can do so.

“babe, i didn’t—”

“you didn’t what? say his name?” tooru has turned away from you completely, now.

“no, of course not! i didn’t mention him at all.”

“well, you definitely said it, and we don’t know another ‘toshi,’ y/n,” he mutters bitterly.

“tooru—”

“is something going on with you two?” he asks, head bowed away from you. he looks so dejected, and now all you wanna do is comfort him.

you sigh, attempting to wrap your arms around his frame. he lets you this time.

“baby?”

“yes?”

“say hi to the camera,” you whisper, steering him in the direction of your phone.

he opens his mouth to speak, and then closes it. he turns to look at you (PLS he really said 😐) and you think he’s gonna say something, but the next thing you know you’re lying flat on your back and his fingers have resumed their attack on your rib cage. you scream, attempting (and failing) to dodge his attacks.

“that was for worrying me. you better not do it again, y/n >:(”

you giggle and snuggle up to his chest.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

kuroo

kuroo knows there are many things you hate in the world

spiders, papercuts, long lines at the cafe

but more than anything, you hate studying

you’ve expressed this thought to your boyfriend on multiple occasions

but kuroo is determined to help you get a decent grade😌

today you’ve invited him over for a study date, hoping to try out a trend you saw on tiktok the other day

you’re both laying on your bed, and kuroo is explaining a problem to you, but you’re busy setting your phone up

he doesn’t see the phone, but he notices you’re distracted

“you’re an idiot, you know that?”

you scoff, offended, and smush a pillow into his face

he gasps, grabbing one for himself and bashing you in the head in retaliation

you’ve been throwing pillows into each other’s faces for a few minutes when he grabs both yours and his and throws them, tackling you onto the bed and tickling you senselessly

you shriek, his offensive jabs making you squirm, limbs flailing around carelessly

“Y/N, IF YOU WOULD JUST STUDY—” kuroo laughs, squeezing at the sides of your waist.

“NO! DON’T WANNA!” you protest. he shrugs, as if to say, ‘you asked for it,’ and dives back in.

he gets a particularly ticklish spot under your ribs, and you yelp.

“MORI, LET GO!” you scream, laughing hysterically.

he stops laughing, and takes a couple steps back.

“what’d you just say?”

you sit up, on the edge of the bed.

“i didn’t say anything.”

“you said ‘mori.’ babe, who’s mori?” his voice is still gentle, but you can tell he’s getting panicky.

you scoff nervously. “i don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“why’d you say someone else’s name?”

“tetsu, i never said anything. i think you’re making things up.”

he looks at you for a second, hurt, and then looks anywhere but you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so lost before. he swallows, clearing his throat, and rubs at the back of his neck.

“right. yeah, sorry. just— just forget i said anything,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the textbooks on your bed like they’ve suddenly gotten ten times more interesting. “maybe we should just—”

you silence him with a kiss, pressing your lips firmly against his. he pulls away, eyes downcast. god, you’re so gone for this man.

“tetsu, i love you, you know that?”

he nods, but won’t make contact with your gaze.

“baby, look at me?”

he finally stares up at you, and you rest your forehead against his.

“wanna say hi to tiktok?” you whisper.

“huh?” he mutters.

“look!”

you point to where your phone is sitting, still recording. he stares at the camera, and then at you, and then back to the camera, and finally back at you. you don’t think he’s ever looked so offended before, and you can’t hold back your laughter at the thought.

“you know what? fuck you,” he mutters, pressing his lips against yours. you giggle, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in. “god, i cant believe i fell for that shit.”

“i know, right? kind of embarrassing.”

at that, he takes a pillow and whacks you with it. you gasp.

“AGAIN?! oh, it’s on.”

[sukunasbabymama]

Meeting his counterpart, pt. 1

⌗ Pairings: Hanma Shuji.

⌗ Warnings: Cursing, the man himself.

⌗ A/N: Head empty just wanting to put Hanma in his place in every chance I got. Let me show him who’s in charge.😤

Ah, the menace itself, let’s see what we got here.

You were at a festival and so was he, mf wasn’t even there to enjoy himself, he was just looking for trouble. And he has a damn talent to find it

He bumps into you, making you fall to the ground on your ass.

He waits for the typical stuttering and apologies but oh how wrong he was.

"what the hell? bitch you are so fucking tall and can't look left and right?"

"Excuse me?" He says perplexed.

"I forgive you, but next time look where you walk," You say and turn around to go on your way but he grabs your arm and pulls you so you bump into his chest, he's hoping to intimidate you.

Wrong.

"who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Nah, who the fuck do YOU think you are, touching me without my permission? let go" You say deadpan and he let you go even tho he was livid.

He stays there surprised as fuck while you went on your way.

20 minutes later you were sitting on a bench with your friend and her boyfriend and you were surrounded by at least 30 guys out of nowhere, you raised an eyebrow because last time you checked none of you were involved in gang shit.

And then they open a path for him and he walks till he’s a couple steps away from you, you look up at him from where you were sitting with a small daring smile and he was angrier if that was possible.

“And what’s this? Y’all gonna jump me because your dumbass made me fall earlier?”

“Watch your mouth,” He smiles.

“Then get the hell out of my sight and I’ll do it”

“T-this is Kabukisho’s infamous reaper, Hanma Shuji, Y/N s-shut up please.” Your friend’s boyfriend says almost trembling from fear, you look at the guy up and down and then at the lil weak ass boyfriend.

“Do I look like I give a fuck? He could be a fucking president and that doesn’t give him the fucking right to look all smug waiting for an apology after he was the one that stomped me with all that extra movement he used to fucking walk” At this point, even the members of the gang were looking at you like you grew another head, do you have a death wish? If yes blink twice.

“Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?” Hanma laughs, all sense of anger gone. This one is entertaining and has more balls than all his members combined. “Also, all that hate for waiting for you to apologize? If you—”

“I hate people for looking my way twice, what makes you think I can’t hate you for that? If anything, you touching me without my consent was the real trigger” He nods, you got a good point there.

“I came here to ask you on a date”

“I was the one who fell, why are you the one with the concussion?” He sighs trying hard to suppress a smile. And they're fun, he thought.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you because I was distracted with my members and I’m sorry for losing my cool and touching your arm without your consent, please allow me to take you out as a proper apology,” He says with a teasing smile, one that you were reflecting too.

He didn’t mean shit, he knows this, you know this, but the fact that you made him do that in front of all the people around was enough to you.

“All right… Hanma Shuji? You can take me on a date” You say, and he smiles.

How fun it’s gonna be to tame you, he thinks.

What he doesn’t know is that it would be the other way around; you got the baton.

All. The. Fucking time.

@milliumizoomi @saturnmitsuya sorry besties, can’t stop thinking about whopping Hanma’s cocky ass.😔

[yanderememes]

i could never take mista as a yandere seriously, i can imagine that he’d be the type to easily threaten to shoot you all the time. but here’s the catch: the bullets love you and can’t stand to see you hurt.

i can imagine a scene where he pulls out the gun and goes to shoot you while you’re attempting to escape, expecting for his stand to guide it towards your leg to stop you — only for it to miss entirely. the pure embarrassment 💀

Sex Pistols absolutely adore darling so they could never hurt you. Even if Mista pulled the trigger, he'd find no pistols came out because they were too busy hugging you! They're the physical manifestation of Mista's psyche, so naturally, the pistols are rubbing their face on your chest and grabbing your ass.

It wouldn't be like this with your punishments, its like this all the time whenever you're around. It drives Mista insane because he has a job to do, but Pistol never listens.

Mista: "Pistols! Get back in the barrel! We gotta kill this guy!"

Sex Pistols: "Nahhh, we don't really feel like it~"

Instead of food, Mista will now have to use you as a way to motivate them to work.

Mista: "If you do this job, then I'll let you see y/n~"

Sex Pistols: "LET'S KILL THIS MF"

[chans-bad-girl]

I just read through all of your works and I love how you write. That changbin one had me 🥵💨. I also like your skz reactions a lot! I never requested anything like this, but I was wondering if you could do a skz reaction to you having a mark kink? Like bruises and scratches, things like that lol. Or like maybe just one members reaction? Whatever works for you! Thanks 💖

Skz reactions: marking kink

!!Beware: mature content ahead!!

hard kinks/trigger warnings: none? (feel free to lmk if I should add something)

warnings (but in short because we're not trying to write the length of a grocery list for a wedding): switch!skz and reader engaging in sexual activities of which the focal point of my elaboration is the marking kink

Chan

how long would it take for him to lose his mind, you ask?

.01 second

because the literal millisecond you say marking kink he's sucking on your neck

"one more so you can remember me when I'm gone."

and when you accidentally scratch his back a bit he goes

"you like em on me too?"

then says you can scratch his back all you want

will know from the way you dimple your fingertips in his skin how close you are

loves sucking on your lip for good measure after he left your thighs and collarbones all bruised with hickeys

"look, you're literal art. with love bites."

Minho

greet the master of teasing (after seungmin djdjdjd)

"you want me to suck here?"

will only lightly kiss your tummy first

then move to your thighs

and his face: gone

all you get to sense of him is his mouth sucking hickeys

u bet this sneaky mf will have the hickeys spell out a crooked m

loves the thought of marking you with a "making you his"-connotation

"now everyone knows you belong with me."

cuming in you is his personal favorite though

likes when you're cunning with it too and do little things like nibble on his earlobe

soft strokes on his back that gradually turn to pressing down on his skin

will make him literally lose his mind

watch this man lose every ounce of dominance by the time he's close

Changbin

spanking becomes his primary love language the second you tell him you like being marked

"look at my bunny, such a pretty red ass. all because of master's spankings."

will definitely call you out on how wet you've gotten from it

will also spank your pussy

and loves seeing you squirm as a reaction

isn't a big fan of biting and sucking, really just loves the marks his hands leave (scratching, bruises,...)

and here is the key to make him soft for you: kiss on his thighs or arms, leave some hickeys and mimick his domineering attitude

either he'll call you a brat or just let you do whatever

because when he doesn't have the energy, he likes being reminded how dedicated you are to him

after all, the man's a leo

also, he's soft under that "I like dark"-shell so show him some love

Hyunjin:

his lips

have you seen this man's lips?

damn

so once you say it he'd be a bit confused like

huh marks?

but then he just smiles for a second, looks you in the eye and ambitiously goes for your neck

will also pull at your hair a bit

and nibble at your ear

loves it when you do the same to him

likes leaving hickeys on your collar bones and stays sucking on a spot with a linger

spanks you also but only until some redness appears

when you moan, he moans back

also, please suck his nipples, this man is a sucker for that

Felix

will just smile at you and go at it as a reaction

uses his teeth

bites your bottom lip while you make out

would implement it into foreplay

sucks not only at your nipples but also on your cleavage so it leaves a small mark

not too obvious but if somebody looks there on purpose they'll see

bites at your thighs a bit too before eating you out

wants to try being marked as well

as soon as you get the opportunity to go down on him, you trail hickeys down from his stomach to his pelvis

and he tenses up when you grab his boner and gently suck this pre-cum off his tip

also imagine him moaning and squirming while you go down on him oh my god he's probably the only man that I actively wanna suck off

Jisung

would be the one wanting to be marked

literally before you can even say anything he's already mentioned he likes it

throws his head back to give you better access

closes his eyes when you leave nail imprints on his shoulders because, for him, it's THE sign that he's making you feel good

also likes it a bit messy, meaning that he likes getting lost in your messy hair and the anklet that slaps his back

bonus point if the anklet leaves imprints also

will also give back to you when you give him consent to and actually admit you kinda have uhm a marking kink

will smile at you like "cute that you're so shy about it when you always scream like you're at one of my concerts"

so get ready for Jisung to leave his own little teeth imprints and sucks here and there

Seungmin

ugh will not stop licking spots like a puppy because "can't give you everything at once, don't wanna overwhelm you"

will use that as an excuse you painfully tease you

picks up on all the small turn ons so foreplay will be 50% marking

because he knows it's one of your biggest kinks

will take his time

but I stay thinking that, as soon as he let's go, he'll REALLY let go

like dandy boy Seungmin can't always have a perfectly gentle personality

he cracks

and when you actually ASK him to mark you

so when you actually verbalize what he's already picked up

then, congratulations, you have managed to remove to constraints on the bull

have fun babes😉

also for some reason I feel like he'd be into ropes

so tying you up and then the imprints of them on you

or on him

it's kinda a theme of restriction and letting loose with him

Jeongin

he marks you however it's convenient for him atm

loves to show off his muscles to you

so he'll grip at your hip and leave a little red mark

hold you up against a wall and leave red spots on your torso

loves sucking on your neck and shoulders, especially during missionary

also slapping is a big one with him

loves to see the redness and jiggling of your thighs/ass

when he's in baby bread mood and just likes being taken care of after a long day, he likes some hickeys and how they look at him

maybe also like receiving some scratches on the back

but all in all likes marking you a bit more

[sashi-ya]

kid with female s/o kidnapping + rape (play)-rough sex for kinks deep throating, gags, collars, name calling, humiliation and end of the world au<3

Hi babe! of course!! Thank u for your request and sorry for the waiting! Enjoy! 💖💖

🔥🚫 NSFW ~ Eustass Captain Kid x F! Reader ~ Before It All Ends [Consented Rape PLAY]

tw: CONSENTED rape PLAY. It's just a fantasy reader has and Kid fulfils it for her. End of the world AU. Rough sex. Humiliation. Name calling. Face fucking. Clothes ripping. Slapping. Collars. Gagging. Mentions of Covid-19 pandemic. Fluffy ending.

a/n: Both characters have given their previous consent to the play. Yet, I know it's an extremely controversial and triggering topic, so it's ok if you don't feel comfortable with it, please do not interact. I won't take responsibility if you ignore the TWs. I have plenty of fics that don't include this type of practices for you to read. Thank u 💖~

a/n2: There is a menace the characters call "them". It is not stated in the fic if "them" are zombies, monsters, people, aliens, etc. You can chose -yet I thought about crazy mfs from a "world gov" that rules the world after the starting of the end -. (for the love of God it has nothing to do with the pronoun! It's a way to name "those things")

wc: 1,7K

Dry lips and ragged clothes.

No more water until the rains finally arrive… and even though, you are not still very sure if you are still going to be alive by that time.

The end of the world has come, people shouted. Not really the world, but the end of humanity. Humanity deserved it, though. The Covid pandemic was just the starting point, it was none compared to what came next. And it’s been all humans' fault. But, some of you have thrived to survive, despite everything. You are living your life day by day waiting for death to take you in any moment.

The cold cement under you, ruins of what someone’s house remains, it's your only refuge. That and a pretty collar the love of your life once gave to you. You play with the little heart that hangs from the red leather material of it, watching as some dogs play with some deer, right there, in front of you, in the middle of a street that once was occupied by a sea of cars.

Suddenly someone snatches from behind, a huge hand with red polish on its nails around your neck. You shout and scream, but no one listens. Of course nobody would come, of course they wouldn't…

“Let me go!” you shout. “Shh… stop shouting… or do you want themto hear you?” you freeze and stop shouting. You don’t want more menaces around you right now. He drags you to the little back streets behind your “house”, your knees get scrapped, your old, ragged clothes even more destroyed.

He finally throws you against the debris of an old wall. Your back hit the remaining bricks covered in moss and some plants. “I’ve been watching you closely, you know?” a red-haired man, tall and strong, covered in wounds and scars, tells you while towering you.

Your lips tremble, today’s the day. “Today I’ll leave this shitty world behind” you think, but there is something inside you that’s absolutely not convinced of giving up… and so you decide to stand up and escape.

But you can’t.

He is way faster and stronger, and before you could ever run away he has already put his huge boot over your chest. “Where are you going, little bitch?” he asks, laughing after with a sadistic grin. You pant, you try to gasp for air, but the boot is so damn heavy.

“You aren’t going anywhere. You are less than them, you are just a little hole for me to cum inside”.

He takes off his foot over you, and crunches at your side. The red-haired man grabs you by your collar, pulling you up from it as if you weigh less than a feather. “Who gave you this, bitch? Huh? was your stupid boyfriend? Tell him when he is back you’ve been fucked properly before this world finally explodes”.

You cry, moving your head to the side as he comes closer and closer. His red lipstick ends up smudged all over your cheek and the sides of your mouth as he tries to kiss you. “No” you whine. “Shut the fuck up!” he commands, hitting your back against the ground.

His intrusive tongue opens its way inside your mouth, it’s difficult to breathe as he violently kisses you. Your lips end up irritated from the constant graze of his mouth and his poorly shaved chin. But your lips aren’t the only parts that he kisses, and by pulling your head back from your hair he exposes your neck to his mouth.

He bites, he kisses and marks your flesh, down your neck to your collar bones. “Let me see your tits, bitch” he shouts, laughing like crazy and ripping your shirt in two. Bouncing breasts before his eyes, got him drooling. He spits on your nipples, using her hand to smear it everywhere. Your nipples get hard, you squeeze your eyelids, why is this so arousing? he is forcing you, why are you liking this?...

He bites and pulls from your nipple, making you scream in both pain and pleasure. “Stop shouting, you little whiny whore” he shouts covering your mouth with his huge hands. You only moan and whine under his muzzling motion and as you do, you watch him lower the zipper of his old ragged yellow pants.

“Now you are gonna give that mouth a better use” he states, lifting you up from your hair. You kneel on the ground, feeling as the many rocks get embedded on your knees, at this point you are sure they might be bleeding. “Open” he commands, but you keep your lips sealed. He shakes your head, violently. “OPEN” he says while sticking his fingers inside your mouth.

Your saliva drips from the side and wets his fingers as he uses his other hand to guide his dick into your mouth. Throbbing member menacing to go deep inside your mouth, you swear your jaw would probably get dislocated by the size of his dick.

He slaps your cheek with his shaft, salty pre cum strings forming from the tip of it. He is so aroused, so horny, so excited to fuck your mouth… and he does. Deep inside it goes, pumping, hitting your throat, making you gag. The last traces of the mascara you decided to wear that afternoon, even during the apocalypse, stain the tears that form on the corner of your eyes.

You gag, you even get a little nauseous by such violent assault. “Good girl, taking it all inside! That’s a good little bitch” he encourages to keep getting deepthroated by him as he slaps one of your breasts. And he keeps pouncing on you, one thrust, two… three… “Are you thirsty, little bitch?” you look at him, already understanding what he meant by that. Your victimized sight gets him on edge, and as he licks his lips, he moves your head back and forth pulling from your hair.

“Drink it all, slut”

The sticky warm product of his orgasm travels down your throat as he releases himself. Thirsty or not, you have been fed by his juices and even if you thought this was enough, oh no, it wasn’t… not at all.

He pushes you back, cleaning the remains of his cum from the commissure of your lips. “Good girl” he says, as makes you lick his index finger. “Let me see if you are ready for me” he utters, while ripping your shorts off. “No… my last pair…” you cry. The red-haired man laughs at your disgrace and once again throws you against the ground.

“Spread your legs like the good obedient bitch you are” he commands, but you close your legs even more. “No!” you shout. “Fine… then if you don’t really want to cooperate I might have to call them and I can assure you that’s gonna be way worse” he threatens you, and he is right… if they come, you are lost. Completely lost.

Slowly, crying and nodding you spread your legs, your panties are rags at this point, a simple pull and they will probably disintegrate… you know, during the apocalypse there aren’t many Victoria’s Secret shops open. “I see you are dripping wet, bitch!” he points out, aware of how your core has reacted to such degrading but hot behavior.

And then again, the guilt… “I must be losing my mind”

He rips off your lingerie, and leaves you exposed in the middle of a deserted street, in the middle of the last days of earth, your whole anatomy ready to be devoured or forcibly fucked… at this point you don’t even care, perhaps this could make you feel anything before it all ends.

His fingers penetrate your entrance, sliding in and out with the honeys of your arousal. At first you just mumble cold repetitive “no” but then they turn into a mix of cry for help and the need for him to go on, rough so rough, to go on until you come. But he won’t make you come just by fingering you, he wants to fuck you so hard…

“Don’t come until I fill you up with my dick, you little bitch” he utters, and just as fast as he ripped your pants off he is in between your legs spreading them as open as possible for his huge muscular body to fit. He slaps his once again hard dick over your clit, making you squirm, fixing his orange deep eyes into yours.

And inside he goes, he does not wait, he does not do it softly. He penetrates you up until the deepest place possible. You feel like ripping in half, your walls stretch and clench around his dick as he pumps faster and faster. “Take it inside, take it all” he shouts. You are unable to even speak, you just moan and whine. It feels so good and yet so wrong, being forced and humiliated and still enjoying it must be sick, but you can’t help it.

His strong arms on each side of your head as he fucks you rough, you bite his right wrist, and he doesn’t care. “Babe, fuck… can I?” he asks. “Kid, yes don’t you dare stop… fill the fuck out of me” you beg, sex so intense you two forgot about your “forced sex fantasy”.

“Babe, I love… you” he mumbles when gives you the last thrusts.

“I… I love you… too” you whine as you reach climax, burying your heels into the small of his back…

Climax, a wonderful so needed orgasm leaves you both deceased. You rest your head over Kid’s chest. The sun above you scolds your skin even more than before everything changed, more than when the world wasn’t ending… “I’m sorry for ripping your clothes, babe” Kid excuses himself. “It’s ok, darling. I really liked your acting. Even during the apocalypse you manage to fulfil my fantasies” you tell him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“It’s my job, to protect you and make you happy…oh and by the way, I found some new clothes and clean water. A guy named Killer shared them with me. That’s why I ripped your old clothes...”

“You are my sunshine, Kid. I’d have let myself die at this point if it weren’t for you… Now let’s go, what if “they” come?”

“You are right, let’s go…”