#removing the head. the brain. the face and putting your own in its place

[hangingoffence]

the visceral body(literally) horror and gore of dio stealing jonathan's body is so...... i mean its the pinnacle of removing ascendancy and consent

[sunflower1experiment]

Willing Risk

Risk

"yOuR pRe-Ecious, exPERIMENT, has not awoken from slumber, why is that?"

His voice scares you, why? Is it because your body can tell when it is threatened, are you now the one who is prey once again? Or is it because something is really wrong with you.

You feel different

You feel, unnerved, curious, hungry.

Something is speaking to you, "It's alright my dear, take your time, I know you're scared, it's okay. If you can hear me then stay silent." Robotic hands begin to caress your face, you remain quiet while your button eyes stare at the ceiling, but the vision was hazy, nothing remains behind those beautiful loving eyes the doctor once adored.

At some point he would remain in his quarters of work, holding you by the face while his screen presses against your soft fabricated body. "I apologize for what I did to you my dear, but here, you are safe."

No, here you felt trapped, and you could tell someone was speaking. Not him but you, "He is wrong."

You stare at yourself, this puppet, doll, porcelain being that you are: "No matter how many times he says so, nothing has changed. He wanted to remove the heart on our sleeve. It is his fault, do you hear me, his fault that we're hungry, his fault that you have this urge....the urge to feed.."

The doll walks towards you, slowly moving its hands around your neck, "I will be patient, one wrong move. I know, you wish to spare the children who seek refuge here and work for Prototype for safety, but....the bigger bodies, the ones who serve him." You both lock eyes for a moment when this doll holds your stomach. "He did this to us, he took our child, children, now he expects us to eat them. How dare he."

For the remainder of the hours that pass, you were quiet, less you, when he shows you the flowers you and him would exchange together. He was met with a blank expression, unmoving, always neutral. It made the doctor a bit shaken, by how you barely react. Were you grey rocking your emotions? So, he grabs one of the critters, placed them in your palms gently. "I wish you'd respond. My dear."

When he leaves you remain still for the time being, listening closely, looking at the surroundings. This was a lab, this was the lab...

The lab of death, pain, torture, every time you closed your eyes you would hear the screams. Screams that would fade into pitiful sobs, sometimes you’d breathe shakily and he’d immediately hold you close in hopes to hear something, anything. But he was met with silence, so he lays you back down, rubbing your hair slowly.

The world fades, you’re so pitiful, yes, your fault, so so pitiful and pathetic….you have to stop acting as if you’re the victim…not when the kids have it worse.

"Mz?" Your eyes snap, now alive, moving anxiously while you breath with a stumbling hobble. "Hey! Don't worry pal, I gotcha." Doey? Which one was it? You start to breath heavily while gripping your stomach.

Memories were now flooding back, and his voice was an earworm that flows in throughout the brain, you needed to see him. "Please don't cry, I- I don't know what to do." Upon hearing Doey's broken voice you pause with clarity roaming over your face, finally calming down you begin to breath normally before sniffling sadly. "....I'm sorry."

"Its not your fault, he killed you. It was terrible."

"No, Doey. It is my fault, I was just trying to grab food from my office but, I wandered then.." The sounds of neck fracturing, limbs being broken, your terrified, blood curdling screams. The way he'd repeatedly apologize yet he didn't stop, the state you were in simply broke Doey when he informed Poppy. Poppy was beside herself, not a day went by, she was imagining the horrors your own lover put you through, each thought became more vivid as they pass. Weeks went by, so she sent Doey to check on you, which is why he was here now.

You rub his head while he lays on your lap for comfort, he deserves better. You'd think to yourself while those memories slowly emerged then they’d leave, that voice was growing, clawing at your throat….does it burn? Or do you just want to scream.

“…..Doey, I need you to go…somewhere for me…deep in the lab I have a hidden food stashed there. It’ll last for a bit…but, once you get them. Do not come back, okay…” He nods while you caress his cheek then press a small kiss against his forehead.

He leaves once again, at least you didn’t scream. But you got up from the table, then began walking through the laboratory. Your ankles shift causing you to stumble, so you just take the chance to learn walking again. As you move deeper within the underground tunnels of this labyrinth, you start to hear screams again, screams that slowly turn into crying. Your body begins shaking violently, eyes shaking while the buttons slowly drip blood, then you feel something else…

Tw// Blood, gore, loss of child, vivid descriptions.

Everywhere you look, all you could see were hallucinations of Harley’s scientists hurting the children, tearing at them, gaslighting them or simply ignoring the children. You breathe out as Riley screams in agony, you wanted to throw up. Your ugly cries and twisted face while the voice scolds you for moving, “Stop thinking about them! Stop digging before you cause our plan to fail!”

You gasp out, blood and drool combine together as it pools the floor. Breathlessly gripping at your seams while your hands dig at them agonizingly, then you lay on the floor, squirming and kicking. No you deserve this! Better yet, you should sit through the pain and squirm while those memories and feelings erupt inside you. Like a wound having peroxide poured all over it, were you insane like your lover? Surely that can’t happen, this can’t be happening, no one was as mad as him!

Then you hear them, the sounds of…crying? A toddler…a baby, you reach down for your stomach: your breathing starts to become ragged, thats when you hear their cries grow louder, louder, “you’re lacking something….”

He caused it, you stare at the floor the memories of your baby after the miscarriage…those babies…Quinn…

Quinn…

Riley…

Marie…

Theo..

Matthew and Kevin…

So many more children….

It was as if his timing was always right at the worst moments, as soon as everything began to click about what happened to you.

Loud screams erupt throughout the underground, the shrieks of anger, sadness, terror. Harley ran in as he finds you screaming and slamming everything off the tables. Your body stumbling mindlessly, the amount of agony your voice held until he hugs you close then shushes your crying form while everything slowly floods out…

The blood, your saliva and then the eyes, the blood tears fell to the ground while Harley holds your face. “What the hell happened!?”

Prototype clicks on his fingers, “iT seEms your EXperiment, knows everything…you wanted them to lack this bleeding heart…your partner used the last of it to mourn.” It points at him.

“yOu dId this, now you will be stuck with whatever your partner displays. Hopefully your experiment knows which side to choose, also….add more traps for Experiment 1322…your plans can only work out so far until my patience is met.”

It leaves, Harley looks down at your now bloody face. Holding you close the tv head carefully nuzzles your cheek, “…..What did you see?”

“….I was trying to protect you…But- I could smell…” you shake your head while you hug yourself..

The being that you considered to be yourself sighs, “We both could smell it and got hungry..but..hah.” You start to laugh as tears fall down, “I could hear everything! Was it the scent? The sudden strong hearing? Or was it the cameras? What did he do to me?”

You turn while it offers you a hand, “He turned us into a doll…no, he turned us into a monster..now, will you snap out of it? Or writhe in pain while he assumes his precious partner is alive and well enough to remain tame by his side?” Your eyes stare at your own, grabbing your own hand, this reflection of your desire to seek revenge. Slowly you look down, your hands showing your robotic phalanges, and doll like hands covering them.

Then you turn to a mirror watching as your button eyes hide your robotic LEDs, carefully you tear at it…then reveal those lights…Now revealing you, for who you are.

You felt…better, felt free, felt…

Hungry…

How much time needs to pass before one realizes the entirety of the bad choice one makes?

Harley had to understand where he went wrong, you loved him. But also felt indifferent, when the words would leave your mouth he felt annoyingly confused, the confusion always made the man angry for his partner.

Why did it have to be you? Not Leith, not the others!? The man’s tv head presses on your head while you hug him close. “…..I will miss your embrace….”

Those were the last words you uttered out to this robotic creature he hosted as, then he was cut off, watching through the cameras as you practically ate the robot, your teeth tear at it’s wires before digging deep for food to devour. Suddenly you pull at its arm and then eat more wiring, licking up the oil…

Displaying your profound love for him, you’d utter out. “I love you” or hold the mangled robot’s hand to your cheek while oil drips from your lips. Mascara drips down your doll like face, while your soft lips touch the screen. “I guess thats why we’re stuck in this hell Swayer…”

You then turn to the screen he watches you through, “Perhaps in the form of twisted love we’re perfectly matched…”

You smile widely as you snap your fingers, the lights cut off, and Harley had to listen to your feet and claws crawl out the room. He felt something he hadn’t felt in so long, was it fear? No, anger…no.

Excitement

“The experiment was perfect…” He utters out, before writing more notes…

His eye lands on the picture of you and him holding each other. You truly were the most..

perfect experiment

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Deep within the no mans land, the safe haven toys shook with frightened eyes…

“Poppy…” one of the toys ask, holding her hand. She shakes her head with a shaky sob, “He really did it…He killed Mz…” she mourned your death early in case it turns out you were fine, but those screams…the bloody images of your body fills Poppy’s mind.

The blood on your neck, the broken mangling he caused, her mind flicks to Prototype’s hand injecting itself into your chest. She covers her mouth as tears begin to roll down her bloodshot eyes, until Doey came in….

With stacks of food, so much food it made Hoppy and Dogday gasp. “Mz told me about the hidden foodstash.”

He sighs while placing them down, a mini boogie bot shuts the safe haven. “And?”

Hoppy goes to him with a curious gaze, “The doctor turned Mz into a doll…but..it was- hard to decipher…their breathing was normal but the human essences of them was..barely recognizable. It was like boogie bot but the layers..” Doey sits down while the toys take out the organized food, Dogday looks over at Poppy.

“Poppy, you and Kissy said Mz went out…what happened?”

Poppy opens her mouth, nothing could even respond with reason that made sense. “I- we…I warned…nothing I said would even be acknowledged.” He nods in understanding sadness. Kissy then looks around, as if having heard something, she then walks over to the secret entrance with curiosity.

“…..Kissy?” A Bobby bearhug critter follows her, with a small head tilt. She then gasps at the sight before her….

“…….D-Doey!?” Everyone turns over, they see someone in the distance..a cloaked figure.

Who could that be?

The figure then keels over, and lands on the hard ground. This figure….had flowers on its body…why?

Doey moves closer, Poppy does the same. Everything was quiet…

[polarkitt77]

js thinking abt Freddy n Monty fucking your brains out of u…

warnings: human!au, afab reader, oral (receiving, Freddy) creampies (Freddy n Monty), roughness, degradation, blwjb, Monty n Freddy lowk have size kinks

minors dni

Freddy fazbear

You whined and moaned as the one and only freddy fazbear lapped endlessly at your folds. Hitting the best spots inside of you with his tongue, just to circle back to your clit. All the meanwhile pumping himself with his fist. You grabbed his hair and pushed down as you felt a coil in your stomach ready to burst any second, when he stopped.

You whined feeling the cold air from his room hit your cunt. “Freddyyyy!” Your whines were cut short when freddy locked his lips with yours, letting you taste yourself. Whilst making out with you, he ran his long shaft across your folds, making you moan and wriggle under him. He always felt so powerful when he was above you, you were so small compared to him, and he knew he could easily rip you in half with his cock. He never intends to though, unless you want him to of course.

He propped himself right outside your entrance, than looked up at you, eyes searching for consent before he went in. “Is this okay, superstar?” He asked “please..please freddy i need you in me.” With that, he slowly pushed in, careful not to hurt you. He heard your whines and mewls, already so fucked out for him and you’ve barely even started. He pushed in more, almost half way when tears threatened to spill. He stopped and said “are you okay, my love? We can stop at anytime if you wish” you moaned again, “its okay, freddy, please keep going” he pushed himself further in, and in a few seconds, he bottomed out, leaving you completely full, and a bulge in your stomach.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting you adjust to him, which was MUCH appreciated. Once he got the green light to move, he started his slow, steady thrusts. Making sure to not cause much pain. He heard you moans and whines and quickly locked lips with you again, moaning into the kiss himself, goddamn you were tight! He picked up the pace a bit, making you cry out with pleasure.

He was now slamming into you, thrusts sloppy and messy, wet kisses being placed everywhere. “Youre doing so well for me, superstar” Now, Freddy’s greedily chasing his own orgasm. The lewd sounds of your pussy squeezing him and his dick ramming into you were music to his ears. You felt the familiar coil building up in your stomach. Shouts of “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum!!” Filled the room, and just like that, you came undone under him. Your walls squeezed and loosened around him, making him cry out. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh !” Following with milky white streams painting your walls.

Freddy and you slumped on his bed, him on top of you. He rubbed your stomach where the bulge was and kissed your neck, softly. “Are you okay superstar?” He asked, voice low and raspy, but filled with empathy. He removed his dick from inside you and watched the cum leak out, pushing it back in with his fingers. He stood up and went to the bathroom, running a hot bath for the two of you. He picked you up and put you on his lap, soothed by the water on his aching muscles. You sunk into him, fucked out. “I love you, superstar.” You turned around to face him, kissing his forehead. “I love you to, freddy”

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Montgomery Gator

Monty gripped your hair as tight as he could, hearing your muffled sounds of you trying to take him in. “Thats my good slut, such a fucking whore for this cock, huh?” He moaned and growled, which made your core ache for some friction, rubbing your thighs together. Monty took a mental note for that, when you licked a long stripe up from under his shaft, right where that one specific vein was. He tried hard not to grab your head and just lose whatever restraint he had.

You were trying to keep a pace, not fast enough to hurt, but not slow enough to make monty fall asleep. That would be embarrassing…Anyhoo!

Monty was trying not to lose all self control, if he still had some, but the way you bobbed your head, clearly knowing he was holding back, even if it was slightly, he couldn’t help but grab your head and start violently fucking your mouth. Making you gag and moan on his long shaft only make him even more riled up.

You hallowed your cheeks while monty brutally fucked your mouth dry. Pulling your hair, growling so your other bandmates in the other room could definitely hear you. His bass and your drumsticks somewhere on the ground, your black and lavender band jacket somewhere tossed onto the floor also.

Monty thrusted one, two, three times, and completely released all of his seed into your mouth. Painting it a pretty white, leaving your core dripping and aching for something, anything.

Monty has fucking STAMINA. And what i mean is, he could last all night just doing this and fucking you without getting tired if he wanted to. He knew you ached for something, and what kind of boyfriend and coworker would he be if he left it to yourself to get that oh so-needed-friction?

Monty picked you up and placed you right onto his already hard cock, he wasn’t going to leave it entirely up to you to get the pleasure you wanted, but you were going to still have to work.

He sat you on his dick, and looked at you expectantly. “Whatcha waitin for rockstar? Get to ridin. I bet you want this cock in you, moaning like a bitch in heat while i fucked your face. Come on, i know ya want to.” And just like that, you started riding him. Definitely not sensual, though. You were shaking, trembling even for his dick. You got straight to work, making sure to pleasure not only yourself, but him to.

Your tits bouncing in his face, all the while your mumbling and moaning on his shaft, chasing your orgasm as the coil in your stomach tightened. Reaching your hand down to circle your clit. “Ah -fuck- look at you, trying so desperately to -mngh- get that oh so wanted orgasm of yours.” Monty leaned into your ear, voice low and raspy, he said “go ahead rockstar*pant* you earned it.” And with that, you rode him until all you could see was stars. “Fuck! Monty oh my god!!” “Shitshitshit, I’m gonna come” monty roared “come with me, baby. Come on i know you can do it, you’ve done it so many other times, i know how much you love this cock, so come with me”

Only a few more thrusts up from him and a few bounces from you, and you both came at the same time. You collapsed onto monty, breathing heavy and trembling. Monty picked you up, dick still inside you, and walked to get some tissues. Carefully, he set you back down on his bed, cleaning you and himself up with the tissues he brought back. Walking away for a second to bring you and him comfy clothes to sleep in. Putting them on himself and you. Putting you on his chest while he listened for you breathing, you listening for his to.

You looked up to monty, and lovingly sighed at him. “Thank you, monty. I love you” you said “I love you to, rockstar. And anytime, ya know i love yer pussy.” You tiredly chuckled and fell asleep on his chest, feeling happy and full.

[hidtired]

A Single Punch [Part 2]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Description: The aftermaths to the line up leaves you with serious injury. With most of the group to believe you dead. How will your recovery go at Hilltop? How will people react to seeing you?

2.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, near death, depression, recovery, typical walking dead shenanigans) [happy ending… eventually]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Your POV

The steady hum and rocking of the truck bed is what woke you from unconsciousness. The wind ripping around you. It was hard to breathe. Even more so when you realized that you were next to two bodies, presuming that they used to be your friends. What had happened again? A bat? Line of your family being chosen for death. You were one of those chosen. The thought of "I'm alive." While not necessarily feeling like it. You were alive. Your body moving on it own slapping the back of the truck with your bloody hand. Bloody and very broken if the sharp pain sent threw you didn't tell you anything.

The sharp pain making you groan and rolling into yourself. A wheeze still in your lungs. You felt like you were spinning. The loud bang of the tail gate making you jump. Everything felt wrong something is wrong.

"I can't, please it hurts."

Sasha flinched when you spoke. Believing for a second she dreamt it. But your small whimpering and sobs made her drop closer to you. "Y-your still alive- I don't-" Your face and hair were covered in your own blood. Not knowing the location its coming from. Sasha pulling herself together after the initial shock. She turned to Maggie who stood wobbly and in shock seeing you trying to move and talk. Your speech was becoming incomprehensible now. Sasha slipped off a layer of clothing to hold to your head. She turned back to Maggie again, ''Go get back into the car!" Sasha felt you go still again. She had to move fast. Jumping over the side of the truck closing the tailgate. She was not letting Negan have you to.

Days later...

You opened your eyes groggy and confused. Looking over to see Maggie in a bed herself. You try and move your hand up to remove something blocking your right side of your head. Expect your hand stopped bounded to the bed. Maggie heard you move and slowly approached you, "Shh, your safe." This wasn't your first time awake but it was the first that you were more aware.

"W-wha?" Your speech was slurred. But Maggie saw it in your eyes. For the first time she saw you in them. She sniffled, "Y/n thank goodness. I thought you were..." She shook her head and put a hand to your shoulder. "I'll be right back ok? I need to get the doctor?" You simply tried to look at her face trying to gauge what was wrong. She sped out the room leaving you to stare out after her.

She came rushing back into the room with a man. He was speaking to fast at you but they were questions asking your name and if you knew where you were. The man shined a light in your face. You tried to look away from the light because it hurt. You looked at the man with squinted eyes, "H-errrs-sel?" You looked back to Maggie with a questioning look. Only to get a sad look back. Sasha then came through the door in a haste hearing you were awake again.

"Is she doing any better?" She huffed out of breath. The man you had zero clue about simply looked back to you and sighed. "It looks like the swelling in her brain is reducing. I don't know the extent of the brain damage she will have, but her chances of survival just increased." Maggie sighed with the first bit of good news about you. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. She smiled at you. You with having no clue what's going on simply mirrored her back with your own smile. You try and raise your other hand but not feeling it at all you look down to see your arm in a cast and bound close to your chest.

The man who you couldn't place, doctor man, started talking again. "Its only been 2 days, for that much time she is doing better then I could have ever imagined. I think she may have taken most of the blow to her hand. However, head trauma is always unpredictable." They jumped at the sound of your gasp looking at you to see what was wrong. You were just looking at Maggie looking her up and down.

"Ba-baby?!" Maggie moved closer to you and started to try and sooth your worry. "Is fine, the baby and me are ok." You relax back into your sheets. Dr. Carson simply studied you. "I would like someone to be with her at all times now. She could have a stroke or start seizing. She still needs to be bound to the bed for all are safety. If she is still awake in a hour try having her eat or drink." Maggie and Sasha both nodded and looked at each other giving a determined look.

Few hours later you were still awake having to be reminded to 'keep your eyes open' and 'need to stay awake.' You would ask things, try to at least. Most of what you said didn't make sense to anyone but you. The worst was the look on your face remembering about something or someone that was lost along the way. When you were asking about a baby you were meaning Lori and Judith. You knew something with a baby was wrong and that was the only one you could think of until Maggie said that her and her baby was ok that you remembered.

The longer you were awake you would get better minimal but still better. But you began asking for something they couldn't give you.

"Dar-ryl?" They always try to come up with something. 'he is on a run' or 'he is out hunting.' But that didn't stop the want for him. You were frustrated at the broken bits of your brain. You knew Daryl always put those pieces together.

Daryl POV

His cell was cold, dark, and always seemed to have one song playing on loop. It was torture. Not however as much torture then the loss of you was. He never knew the kind of love she gave him. She was a first, and now last. The pain in his shoulder and face from the beating he has gotten were nothing like the one in his heart, his soul. That night replayed over in his head. He thought about how he deserved to have gotten killed not Glenn. He cause Maggie to be a single mother now. He deserved this. Being here.

He thought back to when Rick lost Lori. He didn't understand then. But sure as hell did now.

The door handle started to move, the music cutting off, assuming he was getting the normal moldy bread and dog food. Dwight walked in throwing the food down to the floor. "The sooner you join the sooner this will stop." Daryl all but chuckled, "and what become like you?" Now that pissed Dwight off, striking a nerve. But Daryl lead on more, "I get it. Your doing it for someone else. But I don't have that anymore." Daryl sent a look that could kill. Dwight only studied him and shook his head at him. Throwing two polaroid to the floor, "Someone else doesn't have that anymore either." Before slamming the door shut. The music came on but then changed to a more somber tune.

Daryl hesitated to pick up the pictures before doing so and seeing the images with the smallest light coming from under the door. Yours and Glenn's bodies. His breath hitched looking at it. You the women he loved and a friend who would still be alive with his wife and child if he never existed. He lost it. Sobbing. Broken.

He made a promise to not just you but himself that he was going to do right by you. He still had a mission. By the end of it this place will be burning to ground. Even if he had to go with it.

Maggie POV

After having to deal with a man like Gregory she needed to clear her head before it was her turn to sit with you. Making her way over to were Glenn and Abraham were buried. She was met by Enid staring down to the graves.

''Enid?" She walked over to the young teen and hugged her. Enid sniffled before explaining why she was there, wanted to see if she and the baby were ok. Enid gestured to the two graves. "I didn't know which one was his." Enid the paused, "Why is there only two, where is the third?"

With that Maggie smiled and waved her hands to come follow her. Enid was confused at the action. They stepped into Jesus trailer were they all have taken over at this point. There Enid saw you, she gasped in surprise and disbelief at the sight of you. You jumping at the noise. Breaking your focus from a card game that was to help your memory. Also keeping you distracted. Sasha sitting next you surprised to see Enid, "Are you with the others?" Enid shook her head while approaching your table. "How is this possible..." She sat down across from you. You simply stared back but continued with your cards pointing to one for Sasha to flip. You were struggling with mobility.

Sasha sighed catching the hint and continued flipping cards for you to match. Enid looked at you more closely. Your face was still swollen and was a mix of purples, blues, and yellows. The top to the right of your head had a part of your hair shaved with stitching. You looked pale. Your speech has gotten better but you were just to tired to speak much. It showed in your eyes. You still had your arm in a cast brought close to your chest by a sling. Watching Enid study you Maggie decided to add some insight. "We didn't know she was alive until half way to Hilltop. Didn't know if she would make it even a few days after."

Enid look to you with pity. She saw how sick you were even before leaving Alexandria. At least that seemed to be better. Maggie cleared her throat, "How is everything back at Alexandria."

Enid explained about how they took and trashed everything back home. Maggie could only scowl at the thought of them. At the mention of how they brought Daryl with them and he looked to not be doing to well but still alive. You had looked up and just stared intently, "He ok?" With you gaining some abilities back it was harder to lie about what happened. You had yet to know of his capture and Glenn's death. It was only a matter of time before you found out.

Your mind seemed to be other wise fine. Most of the trouble was how it was trying to move your body. Walking was going to need to be learned again. When you got your right hand back writing and holding things as well. Nothing time couldn't fix. Maggie was the person to mostly look after you. You were a welcome distraction from her mind.

Later that day was when you said something that shook her. To see your mind healing and remember. You were just staring out the window while the sun started to set.

"I was a mercy kill."

You went to sleep shortly after. It was probably time to tell you the truth. Before you could think of all the worsts before hand.

Your POV

Being woken up by Jesus pulling you out of bed with haste and to carry you and hide you under the trailer was not what you were expecting. He was saying 'their here' and 'need to stay here and be silent.' You were laying under the trailer in dirt. It was finally catching up to what had happen just then. You didn't know all the things you probably should but you knew it would come naturally. While you lay there waiting for Jesus to tell you it was safe you remember that a few days ago you thought he was the literally Jesus for a second longer then you would like to admit.

You saw men taking things all around you. These were the asshole who did this to you. You remember when you woke up in the back of the truck. Two bodies beside you. You knew one was Abraham but didn't have the guts to ask who the other was. You just couldn't handle it at the moment. Others thought that to if they didn't say anything about it.

You were starting to get cold. But you saw that the men were leaving now. When the men were gone you don't think you could get out of there by yourself if you tried. When a group of people were quickly making your way over to you, you sighed ready to get up out the dirt. It was Maggie's voice you first heard. She sounded like she was panicking, "Did you hide her? Where is she?" She sounded to be directing this to Jesus. Then you heard a voice that surprised you, "What? Hide who?" It was Rosita. They got closer to you before Jesus spoke and lent down to were he put you. "She's ok, I put her here."

Jesus start to pull you out revealing who you were to Rosita. You just popped out being dragged by under your arms. "Hi" She gasped and lent down to help pick you up off the floor. "Your still alive..." she looked about ready to cry. You smiled, "Damn r-right I am." You would have had more trouble standing if Jesus wasn't helping but also leaning into Rosita while hugging you helped. It was Sasha who came to help you back to your bed while the others talked some more.

It was later that evening eating dinner when everybody was in Jesus's trailer. Everyone was talking while you stared at your left hand trying to move it to the best of your ability. Your body felt like it had latency that's why is was so hard to do anything. You and Maggie were now on your own with them taken Dr. Carson. You sighed and looked around you decided it was time. You needed to know.

"What happened that day..."

It went quiet before all eyes went to you. It was Maggie who first tried to start but Rosita cut in. "What do you remember." You bit your lip and look off into the distance. "Seeing what happened to Abraham, I was struggling to breath... I remember the feeling of the bat. I didn't pass out as soon as it hit me. I froze. Played dead even." You paused before sucking in a breath, your voice was still slow and looked to take a lot of focus to do, because it did.

"I woke up next to two bodies..."

Now is when Maggie spoke, "Daryl had punched Negan after he hit you." You sucked in a breath and held it. "He tried to kill you unprovoked, I don't blame Daryl." She looked into your eyes. "Negan killed Glenn." The air in your lungs released and a shaky hand came to cover your mouth, tears filling your eyes. The room was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "Daryl punched him and distracted him from you. Negan would have kept swinging at you." You closed your eyes to soak in the information. You were alive at Glenn's expense. "There's more." You opened your eyes to look at her.

"They took Daryl as there prisoner."

Part 3

Feedback welcomed and requests open!

Reunions coming next part :)

Also little disclaimer I’m really dyslexic so sorry with grammar or spelling that is messed up!

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Turbulent

A ticci toby x male y/n smut fic

Toby is a maniac in malls. You are more than happy to teach him how to behave himself, to make him a mess.

Tags: dry humping, sex in public, in a car, light choking, uhhh this one's fairly vanilla

Enjoy~

Mall trips were anything but easy with toby.

He always got distracted by all the little trinket stalls selling bootlegs and always wanted to check out the newer stores. You practically had to put him on a leash, holding his hand tightly as you walked down the icey halls.

“Cmon (y/n), ill be-e quick,” he begged, staring at you with his brown puppy dog eyes.

“Toby, you dont need to check hot topic, you know we are on a budget,” you sighed, dragging him along.

“F-fuck you,” he muttered, begrudgingly being pulled along by your hand. “Im so hung-gry, can we get food?”

You smiled slightly, worn down by his millionth request of the hour. “Yeah, cmon, ill get us something,”

He perked up at this, walking quicker to meet your pace. “Can we g-get chinese?”

—

Toby sat down across from you, the styrofoam box he was carrying in his hands making that horrible noise that drives everyone crazy. You opened your box, a small order of sesame chicken and rice, up and noticed toby scarfing down his lo mein like he had never eaten before.

“Chill dude, its not running from you,” you laughed.

“Does it-t look like i give a fuck? No, i-i dont.” He said between bites.

This little fucker… needs to be put in his place.

“Youve been such a little shit today you know,” you calmly said, raising your foot to rub against his leg. He froze for a second, processing your actions. “Do you know that, pup?”

That word was enough to turn the wheel in his brain. He perked up, like he was waiting for that all along.

“Yea-ah baby, i do,” he giggled, still destroying his noodles.

“You think you can get away with that?” You calmly said, slowly sliding your shoe up his leg, watching his pale skin flush.

“Yeah,” he replied, watching you carefully for your next move.

You quickly shifted your foot's position to his inner thigh, causing him to flush and put his head down.

“Toby, look at me,”

He peeked his eyes up, staring at you as you pushed your foot closer and closer to his dick. He put his head down again, burying himself in his arms.

“Im not gonna ask again toby. Look at me. Now.” You ordered, and he quickly obliged, sitting fully at attention. You removed your foot completely, watching the confusion rise in his face.

“Just wanted to see you,” you smiled sweetly, going back to your food as he stared.

“Babe..” he whined, pulling his hoodie more over himself.

You looked up from your food, making a noise of acknowledgment before going back to casually eating your food. He wiggled as he stared at his lap, making small noises of desperation.

“B-babe please,” he whispered, embarrassment setting in.

“What, your such a whiny whore you cant take it?” You calmly replied, watching the desperate mess in front of you melt into himself. “Dont make a scene puppy,”

“C-can we go to your car, p-please,” he muttered, staring at the floor.

You laughed, shocked at his all out desperation. Sure, you hadnt fucked in a minute, but was he this horny over a touch?

“Yeah, just let me finish this,”

—

The backseat doors slammed, with toby climbing on top of you almost instantly. He met your lips, kissing you so rough that the patch covering the hole in his mouth slipped a bit. He moaned into the kiss, completely absorbed in your lips. You bit his lip, quickly gaining access to his mouth as he pathetically moaned. You ran your fingers down his back, cupping his ass. Toby whimpered as you broke the kiss.

“What-t-ts wrong?” He whispered.

You looked down at his pants where a hard bulge was forming, pressing at your own crotch. He blushed, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Sh-shut up,” he whimpered, slightly bucking himself into you. “Cant you just..”

You snickered. “What baby? Use your words,”

He nuzzled deep into your neck, peppering kisses across your skin. “Help m-m-me,” he finally choked out.

“Mmmm, why should i? We are in public you know, are you such a whore you cant wait til we get home?” You lightly traced your fingers down his shirt, agonizingly slowly just to torture him.

He grumbled into you, expecting to be touched like he wanted so agonizingly bad, but he instead had you pull his hair, yanking him to meet your eyes.

“Bab-by,” he moaned, face in a dumb, desperate blush.

“Your gonna have to convince me, i personally like seeing you like this. Beg like the mutt you are, and I'll consider it.” You demanded, feeling that familiar warm feeling in your gut.

You watched him scramble for words, too horny to make a logical argument. “Please (y/n) p-please ill-l be so fuc-cking good, j-just please get m-m-me off, please,”

You laughed, letting his hair go slightly. You slowly trailed your hand to his spread legs, hovering over his dick. He bucked into your hand, but you pulled away, tightening your grip on his hair again.

“Nuh uh, we are doing this on my terms. Do you hear me? MY. TERMS. Repeat it, say ‘we are doing this on masters terms because i was a little shit,’ say it.” You cooed, watching his face flush.

“W-we are doin-ng this on mas-st-sters terms because im a little shit,” he whimpered, his arms twitching on your shoulders.

You smiled, resting your hand on his crotch and palming through his jeans in small circles. He collapsed into you, moaning into your shoulder.

“M-more,” he gasped, slightly rutting into your hand.

“Aww, your such a good mutt, aren't you?” You cooed, yanking his head back to look at you. “Look me in the eyes for this, say ‘im a good mutt’ toby, make me proud,”

“I-im a good mutt,” he drooled, melting into your hands like butter.

You laughed and pressed your hand into his crotch harder, watching him become a moaning mess as he stared at you.

“Pl-please,” he whined, no thoughts behind his eyes except for you and how you were touching him, feeling him, making him your bitch.

“Please what baby?” You smiled, removing your hand. He made a small moan of despair as you did so, trying to rut closer to you.

“F-fuck (y/n) just-t-t fucking do it again-n, please,”

You smiled, removing your hand from his hair and trailing it to his throat, squeezing lightly as he gasped.

“You want more baby?” You said, smooth as velvet. You watched him desperately nod, leaning back in your seat. “Hump my dick baby, go as fast as you want because you were so good. Hump it like the stupid mutt you are.” you let his neck go, grabbing his ass as he thrusted onto you with the vigor of a dog in heat.

The immediate sensation was rough, but you soon found yourself as much of a mess as he was, both your moans filling the car. He stared blankly into your eyes, so focused on hitting all the right spots he couldn't bother to avert his gaze

“Ye-yeah like tha- mmpfgh-” he huffed, proping his hands up on the seat behind you.

“Yeah? Your a good boy, aren't you?” You gasped, moving your hips into his, clearly hitting a good spot judging by his loud ‘FUCK’.

“Im a good b-boy, im a g-gaahh-” he gasped, sweat tricking down his forehead.

You felt the heat pooling, knowing you couldn't last much longer. The un air conditioned car felt like the sun, not helped by the friction in your pants.

“Toby you better- ah- better not cum without my permission,” you panted, adding your hand to his crotch as he moaned.

“Y-yes sir,” he muttered, so focused on controlling himself he couldnt think straight.

You gripped his jaw with your free hand, feeling your climax approaching.

“Your so fucking cute, yknow that rogers? Your so fucking breakable, i should see how long you can last,” you mocked, breathless.

“Nononono s-sir i ca- nnngh- cant d-do it,” he begged, head light.

“No? Beg for it, im not convinced,” you sped your hand up on both of your crotches as you gasped in unison.

“Plea-ase please ill be s-so fucking good, i-im so fucki-ing useless, im a-all yours, j-just ple-ease,” he whined, drool slipping out of his cheek patch.

You nodded, the speed shaking the car as you both released with a high pitched whine from toby. As the shaking stopped, he collapsed into you. You felt the wet warmth of both your cum touch as he gasped into your shoulder.

“I fuckin-ng hate you,” he gasped.

“Tell yourself that all you want baby,”

[genshinluvr]

Burning Desire 3 [Tighnari's Route]

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Tighnari x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After Scaramouche leaves your room, Tighnari offers to take care of you while you try to recover from your previous session with Scaramouche. While waiting for Tighnari to run you a bath, the burning pit in your stomach persists, leading to you attempting to relieve yourself from the desire. The aphrodisiac continues running in your system, making it nearly impossible to control yourself.

Note: Not gonna lie. I struggled with this smut because it's been a while since I've posted smut 🥲 Don't expect any of my smuts to be good because I've always been iffy about the smuts I wrote 💀 Anyway! Keep in mind that the Burning Desire routes are mostly/pure smut. It will be shorter compared to Crave because Crave has its own plot, whereas Burning Desire has routes where readers make the decision on who's route is next. This applies to all characters, not specific characters. As previously stated in my previous smut-fics, I tried to keep the story as gender-neutral as possible. All of my smuts do lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader with gender-neutral pronouns. As usual, minors DO NOT INTERACT! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, aphrodisiac, fingering, cervix fucking, oral [both receiving], mating press, hair pulling, biting, orgasm denial, creampie, another failed attempt of dom!reader, Tighnari is a bottom on the first part

Word Count: 5.9k

Burning Desire "chapters"/routes: [1], [2], [3], [4]

Tighnari peeks his head into your bedroom, his ears twitching. You smile at Tighnari and gesture for him to enter your room while pulling your blanket over your body. You’re exhausted, but you’re sure it’s not from your previous activities with Scaramouche. The ache between your legs is still there, and your body is hot as ever but not as hot as it was before you were able to get your release. 

“If you don’t mind, do you want me to do a brief checkup on you?” Tighnari asks, walking into your room.

You gulp and nod. A checkup is harmless! It’s not like you’ll be jumping Tighnari’s bones and start humping him like your uncle’s horny dog back in your world. Well, you’re hoping that it doesn’t happen. The strange feeling in the pit of your stomach is still present, and even if Scaramouche fucked your brains out, you think you can go for a couple more rounds. 

Tighnari walks to your bed, standing before you. Tighnari takes his gloves off, putting them on your nightstand beside your bed. He places his hand on your face, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead. The warmth of Tighnari’s hands is a huge contrast to the temperature of your body.

“You’re still overheating. Although your temperature is slightly better than what it was before,” Tighnari murmurs, pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

Tighnari slowly removes his hands from your face, but you frantically grab Tighnari’s hands, keeping them on your face. His hands are surprisingly cool compared to your entire body. You feel like you were standing in the deserts of Sumeru for hours with no shade to shield you from the heat. Archons, you’re hot and suffering.

“How about I run you a cold bath, and you can soak in the bath to lower your body temperature? How does that sound to you?” Tighnari offers, running his fingers through your hair.

You whimper, pressing your face against Tighnari’s chest, trying your best to restrain yourself. “That sounds nice, Tighnari. It would mean a lot to me if you did that,” you reply.

Tighnari pulls away from you, only for you to reach out for him but quickly puts your hand on the mattress below you. Tighnari raises his eyebrows at you, staring at your face intently. Your pupils are dilated, your chest is heaving with every deep breath you’re taking, a thin layer of sweat is covering your naked body, and your mouth is agape.

“I can sense a ‘but’ after that response of yours….” Tighnari trails off, propping his hands on his hips. “What would you rather have me do other than draw you a cold bath?”

You gulp, looking away from Tighnari. You can’t tell if your face is heating up because of embarrassment or if it’s because you didn’t want to admit how much you desire Tighnari to bury his cock deep inside your sopping wet hole. Tighnari doesn’t want to tell you this, but he can smell how wet you are. 

“Please draw me a bath. I don’t know how much longer I can take the heat,” you reply. 

Tighnari smiles and squeezes your bare shoulders before walking to your bathroom to draw you a cold bath to soak in. After Tighnari went to your bathroom, you collapsed on your bed, hands itching to slither down to soothe the ache between your legs. Your core is throbbing, and you really want to relieve it. 

Looking over your shoulders toward the bathroom, you slide your dominant hand to your sopping-wet groin. You shudder when your fingers make contact with your hot core. You gulp and slowly penetrate your throbbing entrance with your middle and ring fingers, biting down on your tongue to muffle your groans. 

“What are you doing?” 

Your head jerks up to see Tighnari peering down at you. How in the world did he get on your bed without making any noise? You slowly pull your fingers out from your quivering hole. Thank Archons, you have a blanket over your naked body, or else Tighnari would see what you’re doing. Man, this is such an awkward position to be put in.

You give Tighnari a sheepish smile. “Did you start the bath?” You squeak, trying to change the subject and divert his attention elsewhere. 

Tighnari raises his eyebrows at you before nodding slowly. “Yes, I drew a bath for you. I made sure it’s cold enough to cool your temperature down but not too cold to the point where you refuse to get in,” Tighnari replies. Tighnari turns around, motioning for you to follow after him. “Now come, or else the bath will become warm.”

Tighnari walks into the bathroom, leaving you behind on your bed.

“I wish I could cum again.” 

You sigh, sitting up and getting off your bed. You wrap your throw blanket over your naked body, waddling to the bathroom where Tighnari is waiting for you. Tighnari dips his fingers into the water, testing the temperature. You stare at Tighnari’s fingers in a daze. If only his fingers were inside of you instead— you shake your head and lightly smack your forehead. 

Tighnari snaps his fingers, pulling you out of your thoughts. You give Tighnari a weak smile when he points at the bathtub. You gesture for Tighnari to turn around so you can drop the blanket and get into the bathtub without feeling self-conscious while he looks at you. 

Tighnari sighs, turns around, and closes his eyes. You slowly remove the blanket off your body and place it on the sink before dipping your toe into the bathtub. Goosebumps immediately rise on your body as you slowly get into the bathtub. You shudder, sitting down and sinking neck-deep into the tub.

“Alright, you can, uh, look now,” you say, covering your chest with your hands while pressing your legs against your chest.

Tighnari turns around and kneels beside the bathtub, pressing his hand against your face again. You clear your throat, beginning to shake your legs in the bathtub. You don’t know how much longer you’ll last. You’re in desperate need of release. Scaramouche was able to relieve you a tiny bit, but the burning pit in your stomach remains raging. 

Tighnari pulls away and rests his elbows on the edge of the bathtub, examining you closely. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look shaken up,” Tighnari murmurs, resting his chin on his arms.

You jokingly say, “Maybe it’s the Scaramouche effect. After all, Scaramoouche did fuck my brains out.”

Tighnari snorts, shaking his head. You and Tighnari sit in silence while you sit in the cold water. Your body temperature doesn’t feel like it’s going to go down any time soon. Your core continues to throb painfully in the cold water. You’re itching to find release, but alas, you’re not sure if Tighnari would be okay with helping you with your issue. 

You unknowingly let out a huff of breath, resting your chin on your knees. “Tighnari?” You whisper.

Tighnari tilts his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “Yes, [Y/N]?” 

You close your eyes, hugging your legs to your chest. “Do you know how much longer I’ll feel this way?”

“What do you mean? Can you clarify?” Tighnari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Archons, this is where you didn’t want the conversation to go— you having to explain to Tighnari about your desperation for release. It’s been a few days since you have inhaled the aphrodisiac that exploded all over your face, causing you to inhale large amounts of the powder. You want it to be over already because the constant horniness is driving you up the walls.

You let out a shaky sigh. “Since I breathed in the aphrodisiac, do you know how long it’ll be in my system? Despite Scaramouche’s help, it’s still affecting me but not nearly as bad as it was before,” you reply.

Tighnari hums, leaning away from the tub while stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger. “Unfortunately, I don’t know how long it’ll be in your system. You did breathe in a lot of that powder, and the best thing we can do is either assist you with your situation or we wait it out,” replies Tighnari.

You whimper pathetically, wanting to drown yourself in the bathtub water. There’s no way you can wait it out, even if it’s suggested. Well, it was recommended, but you don’t think you can last any longer if you wait it out. The aching between your legs, the wetness trailing down your legs, your bundle of nerves swollen with need, and the fire in the pit of your stomach is hard to ignore.

“I don’t think I can wait it out, Tighnari,” you whimper, “like you said, I breathed in a lot of the aphrodisiac, and we don’t know how long it’ll be in my system.” 

Tighnari stares at you; his gaze darkens. “And what do you want to do? Again, it is up to you to decide whether you want someone to assist you with your situation or to wait it out,” Tighnari says.

Your bottom lip quivers. Is Tighnari trying to make you say it out loud? It’s humiliating to have to voice out your burning desire to have someone fuck your brains out until it's mush. You bite on your tongue and close your eyes, burying your face into your knees. Tighnari reaches forward and grabs you by your chin, and turns your head to make eye contact with him.

“What is it that you want?” Tighnari demands.

You swallow the forming lump in your throat. “I want you, or someone, to please help me with my problem. Please, Tighnari,” you plead.

The words tumbling out of your mouth didn’t make sense to you, but you hope you’re able to get the message across. Tighnari smiles and releases your chin before standing up. Tighnari walks over to where your towel hangs, grabs it, and walks to the tub. You hesitantly drain the bathtub and stand up. You take the towel from Tighnari’s hands and wrap it around your naked body, stepping out of the bathtub like a newborn fawn. 

Tighnari grabs your bicep, steadying you. You smile at Tighnari sheepishly before walking back into your room with Tighnari beside you. Tighnari lightly pushes you onto your bed, unraveling the towel from your bare body. Tighnari scans your naked body, his pupils wide. You gulp and grip the towel tightly. 

You pout and tug at Tighnari’s clothes. “It’s not fair for me to be the only one naked in this situation,” you murmur.

Tighnari’s lips twitch with amusement. “Well, I need to make sure your body is functioning fine, right? There are a few checkups I still need to do, remember?” Tighnari asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“But Tighnari—”

Tighnari presses his index finger against your lips, shushing you. “Once I get your checkup done, I’ll strip, alright?” Tighnari reassures you.

You nod and lay back, gulping nervously. Tighnari hums with satisfaction before pulling you to the edge of the bed and kicking your legs apart. Tighnari places both your legs on the bed, stretching them out for him to see your dripping entrance. 

Wordlessly, Tighnari kneels before your wet hole, reaching forward and swiping his fingers up your entrance. You jolt at the feeling of his fingers pressing and swiping at your hole. Tighnari chuckles under his breath before inspecting the clear substance on the tip of his index and middle finger. 

“It’s interesting how the aphrodisiac is causing you to produce way more lubricant than an average person,” Tighnari murmurs.

You shut your eyes and look away, heat rushing to your face. How can Tighnari talk about this stuff so casually without feeling embarrassed about it? Maybe you feel this way because you’re the one that’s naked, and Tighnari is only a few inches from your aching heat. Tighnari brushes his thumb against your swollen bundle of nerves, causing you to whimper and tense under his hands.

Tighnari hums. “You’re also extra sensitive as well,” Tighnari says.

You press your lips into a thin line and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. You don’t know how much longer you can wait until Tighnari is finished with your checkup. Every reaction you have is from the aphrodisiac. You’re producing way more lubricant, and you’re very sensitive to the littlest touch. 

You grab Tighnari’s hand and pull him. Tighnari stumbles and cages you between your bed and his body. You lace your fingers in Tighnari’s hair and press your lips against his, wrapping your legs around his waist. Tighnari pulls away from the kiss, taking a step back while taking his clothes off. You sit up and begin helping Tighnari with taking off his clothes and accessories. 

Your hands are trembling, fumbling with the buttons and zippers on his clothes.

You and Tighnari could take it slow, but the longer you’re forced to wait it out and be patient, the more the ache between your legs continues to grow. Tighnari’s clothes have a lot of intricate details and accessories, making them a little bit complicated to take off compared to Scaramouche’s clothes.

Tighnari can sense your frustration as you struggle to take a piece of clothing off his body. “A little impatient, are we?” Tighnari chuckles.

You grumble and yank the final piece of clothing off his body. Now standing naked before you, Tighnari pushes you onto your back and kneels in front of you. Tighnari grabs your legs and spreads them apart. You know that Tighnari wants to prepare you for what’s going to happen, but since you’re already so wet and are dripping onto your bedsheets, there was no need for him to bury his face into your damp entrance.

Tighnari tilts your head up, stroking your cheek. “I’m going to penetrate you now, alright?” Tighnari asks.

Despite the fiery pit of need you’re feeling in your gut, you can’t help but do a double take when Tighnari says that. Who says that before having sex with someone? You snort, making Tighnari looks at you with confusion. You grab Tighnari by his forearms and pull him to lie down beside you. 

You hover above Tighnari, staring down at the confused forest ranger. You wrap your fingers around Tighnari’s erect cock, giving Tighnari’s cock slow strokes. Tighnari tenses and lets out a breathy moan, crumbling beneath your hands. You can’t tell if Tighnari’s a virgin or if he’s a bottom. The way he reacted when you wrapped your fingers around his pulsing cock, his reaction to you stroking his dick at a slow pace, made you assume he was either two. But hey, there’s no shame in being a bottom or a virgin. It’s almost cute, and it makes you want to fuck his brains out until he cries. 

You continue to stroke his cock, pre-cum beading at the slit of his dick. You lean down and take him into your mouth. Tighnari moans, running his fingers through your hair before gripping at the roots tightly. You bobbed your head, stroking the base of Tighnari’s cock and massaging his balls. 

The sound of Tighnari’s moans, whimpers, and the sound of you sucking on his cock fills the room. You lightly squeezed his cock before releasing his dick from your mouth with an audible pop. You continue to stroke Tighnari’s cock, leaning down to lick and suck on his balls. Tighnari hisses and clenches his jaws, his body arching and his toes curling. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be focusing on you?” Tighnari whimpers, biting on his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

You stop what you’re doing and release his now red cock. You chuckle and wipe the string of saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh? Are you not enjoying the blowjob?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

Tighnari’s face is flushed, his ears are pulled back, and his chest is heaving up and down with the deep breaths he’s taking. Tighnari doesn’t respond. He only gives you a pleading look. You crawl forward and press a kiss on Tighnari’s forehead. 

“We’ll focus on my needs after I give you your first orgasm,” you reply nonchalantly. 

Tighnari groans and looks away, his face almost as red as Diluc’s hair. You grab Tighnari’s aching dick before taking him in all the way until the mushroom tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to gag. Feeling the walls of your throat tightening around his cock, Tighnari lets out a loud groan as he feels his impending release. 

You continue to stroke the base of his cock, and massage his balls while deep-throating him.

Tighnari grabs the bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles turn white. Tighnari grabs your hair with the other hand and forces you to take his throbbing cock. It happened so suddenly that none of you—especially Tighnari— expected it. Tighnari whimpers and cums into your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he becomes limp.

You pull Tighnari’s cock out from your mouth with a pop, swallowing his cum and wiping your mouth. You shuddered as you swallowed the salty fluid, face pinching with distaste. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling of consuming someone’s bodily fluids. Tighnari looks at you with bleary eyes, his cheeks flushed.

You brush his hair away from his face, smiling at him while ignoring your dripping hole and the growing fire in the pit of your stomach. Tighnari caresses your cheek, giving you a breathless smile. You lean down and kiss his forehead.

You pull away and sit in front of him. “How are you feeling?” You murmur.

Tighnari stares at you, still dazed from his release. Tighnari props himself up. “I feel great, but….” Tighnari trails off. “We were supposed to focus on you.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t mind taking charge. Plus, you don’t look like the type to be dominant in bed,” you tease, poking Tighnari’s bare chest with a teasing smile.

Tighnari huffs and glares at you, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. He reaches for your wrist and pulls you toward him. You cage Tighnari against your bed, pushing him down with one hand before straddling his hips. Tighnari stares up at you while you kneel, reaching for his cock behind you. You give his cock a few strokes, feeling his dick slowly harden in your grasp. Tighnari bites on his bottom lip as he watches you pump his now erect cock. You arch your back, lean on one leg and rub the tip of Tighnari’s cock against your damp folds. You and Tighnari shudder at the feeling.

You line Tighnari’s cock at your entrance before slowly sinking down. Tighnari groans, placing his hands on your hips and guiding you down on his pulsing dick. Tighnari gasps and moans when his cock is engulfed by the walls of your entrance. You dig your nails into Tighnari’s shoulders, whimpering at the stretch.

Not long later, Tighnari’s balls deep inside your cavern. You shiver and bury your face into Tighnari’s neck. Your heat clenches and unclenches around Tighnari’s thick, hot, pulsing cock. Tighnari’s hands slide down to the globes of your ass and squeeze your ass cheeks, digging his nails into your ass. 

You remain sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside your entrance, trying to adjust to a new stretch. You have Tighnari lay on his back while you remain seated. Tighnari keeps his hands on your ass, occasionally moaning and panting as your walls squeeze around his pulsing member.

Tighnari taps on your ass to grab your attention. “Move, please,” Tighnari grunts, lightly thrusting upward and letting out a choked moan when the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix.

You involuntarily clench around Tighnari’s dick. You lean back, arch your back, place your hands on Tighnari’s thighs, and begin sliding up and down his cock. Tighnari digs his nails into your thighs before sliding his hands to your hips, guiding you up and down his throbbing cock. 

You push yourself upward while continuing to bounce on his cock. You lean forward before placing your hands on his lower abdomen.

You roll and grind your loins against Tighnari’s pubic bone, feeling pleasure pulse through your body when your swollen bundle of nerves rubs up against Tighnari’s pubic bone. You jolt and tense, letting out a shaky sigh. Tighnari reaches up with one hand, groping at your chest, pinching and squeezing your nipples with his thumb and index finger.

You grab Tighnari’s other hand at your waist, lacing your fingers with his. Tighnari shifts from underneath you and wraps his arms around your waist before flipping you over on your back. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to adjust to what happened. Tighnari looms over you, caging you with his arms while panting above you.

Tighnari grabs your chin and tilts your head up before crashing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders while Tighnari has you wrap your legs around his slim waist while he’s rutting against your entrance. You and Tighnari moan into each other’s lips, rubbing your tongues against each other and holding onto each other like your life depended on it.

“You drive me crazy,” Tighnari murmurs against your lips.

He pulls away from the kiss and presses his face against the base of your neck. You tighten your legs around his waist, making sure not to hurt his tail by accident. You subconsciously reach up and run your fingers through Tighnari’s soft hair, brushing your fingers against his ears. Tighnari whimpers and nuzzles his face further into your neck, lightly nibbling on your neck. You lightly pull on his hair, making Tighnari moan and thrust hard into your hot entrance.

Tighnari reaches down between your legs, lightly rubbing and pinching your engorged nerves. You jolt and clench your jaws, digging your nails into Tighnari’s back. Tighnari releases your swollen, pinched bundle of nerves before grabbing onto the headboard of your bed. He presses a brief kiss on the side of your head before slowly thrusting in and out of your entrance. You grab onto the bedsheets below you, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrust halfway. 

The bulbous tip of Tighnari’s cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, making your toes curl and your back arch with pleasure. You bite on your bottom lip to muffle your whimpers and moans, but Tighnari doesn’t seem to like that you’re holding back the sweet noises he’s coaxing out of you by thrusting in and out of your entrance. 

Tighnari starts to quicken his pace, the headboard of your bed thumping against the wall behind you. Tighnari presses his hips against yours, making sure to press the tip of his cock against your cervix until you wail from either pain or pleasure. Both are good. It lets him know that you’re reacting well to his actions and that you’re not unresponsive to his actions. Tighnari’s curious about how sensitive the aphrodisiac made you. 

“Tighnari, faster!” You whine, tugging on his arm to get his attention.

Tighnari takes a deep breath and unwraps one of your legs around his waist before placing them over his shoulders. Tighnari lays on top of you with his arms propping him up beside your head on the pillow and pistons his member into you repeatedly. While ramming his cock in and out of your entrance, Tighnari grabs you by your hair, tilts your head to the side as he leans down, and bites your neck hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a loud yelp, writhing beneath him. Tighnari moans as he licks and sucks on the area where he bit you, tasting your blood on his tongue. Tighnari laps at the bite mark, his hips stuttering against yours. Tighnari has knowingly marked you as his, and knowing how the others are going to react, gives him a sense of thrill. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, his lips trailing down to your collarbone while battering your cervix with the tip of his cock. You lift a shaky hand to the spot where Tighnari bit you, and you can feel the teeth marks and cut skin underneath your fingertips.

Tighnari latches his lips onto your collarbone and sucks on your collarbone. You tighten one leg around Tighnari’s waist and grind your hips against yours, trying to find a sense of relief as you feel a familiar knot beginning to form in your lower abdomen. At the same time, Tighnari continues to rail his cock deep inside of you. Archons, you can feel your impending orgasm, but it feels so far away. You wanted to cry out of frustration as you reached for the engorged nerves, pinching, rolling, and rubbing them with your thumb and index finger. 

Tighnari grunts, feeling your walls tighten and pulse around his cock. Tighnari can feel his orgasm slowly start to build up as he continues to plunge his member in and out of your squelching wet hole. You can feel the tight rope in your lower abdomen start to tighten up as you’re nearing your orgasm. Tighnari suddenly pulls out of you, making you whine and protest the sudden emptiness.

“Why did you pull out, Tighnari!? I was so close!” You whine.

Tighnari doesn’t answer you. Instead, he grabs both of your legs, presses them against your chest until you can barely move, and spits on your sopping wet, throbbing entrance. Tighnari covers your loins with his mouth and begins eating you out. His tongue swirls on your engorged nerve, swiping his tongue over your slit and burying his face between your legs.

You tangle your fingers in Tighnari’s luscious hair, grinding your entrance against Tighnari’s face as he continuously licks, slurps, and plunges his tongue in and out of your entrance. Tighnari’s canines scrape against your swollen bundles of nerves, causing you to jerk beneath him and whimper. Your legs are burning from being pressed against your chest for a long time and shaking from pleasure. Noticing your reaction to Tighnari’s canines scraping your engorged bundle of nerves, Tighnari latches his lips against the small ball and sucks on it. You’re writhing, arching your back, tugging on Tighnari’s hair, and your toes are curling so tightly that it’s starting to hurt. 

While you’re distracted, Tighnari inserts his middle and ring finger into your sopping, wet hole. You tensed up and groaned, whimpering as the man started pumping his fingers at a fast pace. Tighnari feels your walls tighten around his fingers, thus prompting him to pick up the pace, and before Tighnari knows it, you squeeze around his fingers. Tighnari pulls his fingers out from your heat, only for you to cry out with frustration due to Tighnari denying you of your orgasm for the second time. 

“Dammit, Tighnari! Why can’t you just let me cum!” You whine, throwing your head back with frustration.

Tighnari climbs back up and crashes his lips against yours, tangling his fingers in your hair while lining the tip of his cock to your entrance. He grabs one of your legs and places them over your shoulders before slamming his cock into your heat. You bite down on Tighnari’s bottom lip at the sudden intrusion, tensing beneath him and choking out a moan.

Tighnari pulls from the kiss and adjusts his position before grabbing your waist. Tighnari starts pistoning his throbbing cock into your pulsing entrance. Every time Tighnari enters your dripping entrance, you tighten around him. Tighnari makes sure to grind his pubic bone against your throbbing, engorged bundle of nerves.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reach down to rub the small ball of nerves while Tighnari hammers his dick into your squelching entrance repeatedly. Tighnari digs his nails into your waist, slamming the bulbous tip of his cock into you so hard that it punches your cervix each time he thrusts. The more Tighnari continues to plunge his dick in and out of your sopping, squelching entrance and grinds his pubic bone against your swollen bundle of nerves. With you stimulating the small nerve, the tight rope in your lower abdomen tightens and tightens until your vision goes white.

You cum around Tighnari’s cock, becoming limp on your bed. At the same time, Tighnari shoots ropes of hot cum deep inside your abused hole, painting the walls of your entrance milky white. Tighnari groans and collapses on top of you, his face burying into your neck as he continues to fill your insides with his cum. After a few minutes, Tighnari pulls his now soft cock out of your entrance.

You wince at the emptiness, visibly shuddering when the mix of your and Tighnari’s cum spill out of your cavern. Tighnari collapses beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist while trying to catch his breath. Once your vision comes back, you rub your eyes as you feel the exhaustion start to catch up to you. Maybe it’s best for you to take a break from finding relief. The fiery pit in your stomach continues to rage on, and your loins continue to ache with need. 

You hear a light knock coming from your bedroom door. You and Tighnari look at one another. Archons, both of you are a little worn out from your sextivities, and having to get up from the bed and answer the door feels like a chore.

“Give us a moment!” Tighnari calls out, getting up from your bed and putting his clothes on. Tighnari turns to you. “Do you want to clean up? You can stay in bed if that’s what you would prefer.” 

You blink at Tighnari with bleary eyes, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand. Do you want to get up right now? You’re tired and sore, and constantly rubbing, pinching, and twisting your swollen bundle of nerves made you feel extra sensitive than you already are. 

You clear your throat, running your hands through your messy hair. “Yeah, I’m going to clean up again, and you can let whoever’s at the door into the room while I clean up,” you reply.

You get off your bed with shaky legs, shivering when you feel your and Tighnari’s mixed cum spilling and running down the insides of your legs and to the ground. You made a mental note to yourself to clean the bedsheets on the floor once you’re done cleaning up.

You grab a change of clean clothes and underwear, then go to the bathroom to take a shower. Before you step into the shower, you use the toilet and wipe yourself down. You turn the shower on and begin taking a shower, making sure to scrub every part of your body with body wash. You did feel some kind of relief from your intense need. Still, despite Scaramouche and Tighnari helping you reach your orgasm, the same feeling in your gut remains. 

“How much of that aphrodisiac did I inhale?”

You shake your head and wash away the suds and bubbles on your body before lathering your hair in shampoo and conditioner. Whatever the amount it was, you want it to go away already. You don’t know how much more you can take and how much more your poor genitals can handle being railed over and over by all types of cocks from your lovers. But what you do know is that you need a break from being fucked repeatedly because you’re starting to get hungry, and you need to rest.

After fifteen minutes of taking a shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and stand in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. You look tired, and you’re not sure if it’s from Scaramouche and Tighnari or if the aphrodisiac is starting to physically affect you. You quickly got dressed into your underwear and clothes, wrapping the towel around your head before walking out of your bathroom with a pack of wet wipes in your hands.

Tighnari looks up and waves to you with the bedsheets in your hands. “How are you feeling?”

You squat down to where the bodily fluids are and begin wiping them with the wet wipes. “I’m feeling okay. I do feel tired and a little bit hungry,” you murmur, tossing the wet wipes into the trash can and placing the wet wipes on your desk.

Tighnari goes to the door and unlocks it. The door opens, and enters Thoma, holding a tray of food in his hands. 

“Hey! I figured you might be hungry from your… activities. So, I made food for you to eat,” Thoma says, putting the food tray on your desk. 

You smile at Thoma. “Thank you, Thoma. I really appreciate it. I’m starting to get hungry, so you brought food at a perfect time,” you reply, walking to the window and opening them to let fresh cool air into your bedroom. 

You sit on your bare mattress and begin eating the food Thoma made for you while the others start piling into your room one by one. It’s a good thing your bedroom isn’t a mess and that the sheets are getting cleaned. It would be awkward if the men sat on the soiled bedsheets. 

Baizhu approaches you with Dottore and Albedo at his side. “How are you feeling?” Baizhu asks.

You sigh and lightly stab the fried fowl with your fork before dipping it into the sauce. “I feel fine, for now. I notice that even after I had an orgasm, the fiery pit in my stomach will return not long after,” you reply.

Dottore props one hand on his hips while stroking his chin with the other. “That’s strange. It doesn’t seem like the aphrodisiac will be leaving your system any time soon, unfortunately,” Dottore sighs, turning to look at the others with a frown.

“I think you should take a break from this for today. I understand you’re in desperate need to get the aphrodisiac out of your system, but you do need to rest. You can’t continue this until it goes away. You’ll overexert yourself,” Albedo says, tapping his foot on the ground. 

You nod. Albedo’s not wrong. You do need a break, and while sex lasts only a few minutes, sex requires a lot of energy. You don’t think you can handle having another person dick you down while you feel like a limp noodle. Although, it does sound nice— getting dicked down. But you don’t feel sexy right now. You feel like you woke up from your grave not long ago.

“Alright. I’ll take a break for today, and whoever wants to be the next person to dick me down until my insides are molded to—” Dainsleif covers your mouth with his hands.

Dainsleif sighs, his cheeks bright red. “Please, just finish your food and get some rest,” Dainsleif pleads. 

You blink and Dainsleif and nod. Dainsleif removes his hands from your mouth and lets you proceed to eat your food. You wonder who’s going to be the next person to try to fuck the aphrodisiac out of your system.

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[cloudcountry]

HELP I'VE BEEN CURSED

SUMMARY: Sebek thinks you've put a spell on him. In a way, he's not wrong.

CHARACTER: Sebek Zigvolt.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: Sebek not understanding romantic feelings and going WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS when he catches them >>>>>>>>>>

~~~~~

One moment Lilia was working on his next masterpiece, a blackberries roast beef asparagus casserole, and the next, Sebek was bursting down his door with red cheeks and wide eyes. Whipping his head to face his dormmate, Lilia couldn’t help but smile at the frantic expression on his face.

“Master Lilia! I seek your guidance!” Sebek yelled, “I fear I have been cursed!”

“Oh no. We can’t have that, can we?” Lilia placed a hand under his chin thoughtfully, “Do explain.”

“It’s the Prefect!” Sebek huffed, shaking his head dramatically, “They must have cast a spell on me to remove me from the Young Master! I feel a pull towards them that cannot be explained! It’s illogical and uncalled for! What makes it even worse is the way my heart reacts to them—it palpitates! It’s incredibly concerning! Master Lilia, what shall I do?”

Lilia was baffled for a few beats before a small smirk worked its way onto his face.

Aww, it sounded like little Sebek was in love!

Laughing to himself, Lilia gazed at his underclassman affectionately.

“Listen carefully, Sebek.” he narrowed his eyes dramatically, “A curse has been placed on you, but not by the Prefect. The only way you can lessen the effects of the curse is by staying with them. I’m afraid it may last a while, but staying with them should build your immunity. Make sure to treat them well and make them feel comfortable. That’s essential.”

“Yes, Master Lilia!” Sebek nodded vigorously, “I’ll follow your instructions perfectly! Thank you for your guidance!”

Lilia could barely hold in his laughter as Sebek ran out of the room, surely off to find you and fulfill his duty. He just hoped you were ready to have a rowdy boy trailing after you for however long it took for Sebek to confess to you directly. Humming a jolly little tune to himself, Lilia started his lovely cooking experiment once again.

📚

“Sebek...? May I ask why you’re following me?” you asked, staring at the stack of your textbooks in his arms, “And why did you insist on carrying my stuff? You usually just laugh at me-”

“I’m doing this for Malleus!” he yelled, staring straight ahead with a slight flush to his cheeks, “Don’t ask questions, human! I’m not doing this for you!”

“Right, right.” you hummed, patting his shoulder absentmindedly, “Thank you though. Those books are pretty heavy. It’s helpful having someone like you around to help carry all this stuff since Grim can’t carry his own things.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault!” Grim crossed his arms, huffing angrily.

Sebek nearly recoiled at your touch, the contact sending a shock wave through his brain that sent his heart into another frenzy. There was no way you were a magicless human! You must be a secretly powerful mage deep down, sent to infiltrate Night Raven College and get to the Young Master! Sebek narrowed his eyes at you as you mumbled something about lunch, hoisting your bag higher on your shoulder. Yes...he’d have to observe you more. For Malleus. (Not because he liked being around you, bleh. What a ridiculous idea.)

[gyu-vinnie]

HAI POOKIEEEE !! 15, 36, 132 with gyuvin please ^_^

“you don’t get to touch”/ “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”/ “no, you started this, now you’re gonna finish it”

the gyuvin brain rot is getting to me pookie 😭

you weren’t in your right mind earlier, you swear! you knew you shouldn’t have been teasing gyuvin earlier, but you couldn’t help it! he just looked so hot on stage. you knew you shouldn’t have sent him those pictures, but you needed to help him know how neoedy he makes you. normally that plays out in your favor, him coming home and giving what you want, but it wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

when he got home, the first thing he did was call your name. you came downstairs, looking at him with a wide, innocent smile. you thought he would return the smile, but he didn’t. he didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes made that smile drop from you face instantly.

“when i get upstairs, i want you naked, faced down on the bed. you don’t understand how angry i am right now, love”

and that’s how you ended up here, on your knees, staring up at him expectently. he was removing his garments of clothing in a teasingly slow pace, but you knew better than to complain.

once he was finally stripped of all his clothes, he walked closer to you, holding his cock right in front of your mouth, “suck, love.” biting back a smile, you reached your hand up to grab cock, but he popped you hand.

“you don’t get to touch.” suppressing a whine, you opened your mouth for him, gyuvin instantly entering you mouth with a deep groan.

you placed both of your hands in your lap, trying to ground yourself as you started moving your head. gyuvins hand found its way to your head, gripping some of your hair and pushing deeper in your mouth, causing you to gag.

after a few sighs, groans, and gags, gyuvin started to thrust into your mouth. it started at a relatively do-able pace, hit then he started moving faster, hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag for frequently.

you put your hands in his thighs, despite him telling you not to, trying to push him away to breathe. he does move, but just enough to let your breathe, not even fully leaving your mouth.

you looked at him with pleading eyes, still trying to push him away. he looked at you and tsked, turning his head to the other side of the room and poking his tongue into his cheek. he chuckled and looks at you with a teasing smile. “no, you stared this, now you’re gonna finish it.”

you whined, but knew you couldn’t do anything about it. when he pushed back fully into your mouth, you gagged again because of the force, sending vibrations through his cock and making him moan. when he looked down, you where staring up at him with teary eyes. he shut his own eyes, knowing that he’ll cum instantly at the sight, but he couldn’t help but peak again.

this time, there were tears rolling down your cheek and, “f-fuck-”

and just like that, he came in your mouth without warning. when you started to cough a bit, he pulled out of your mouth and dropped down to his knees.

gyuvin cupped your cheeks with his hands, wiping away your tears and whispering praises to you and asking if your okay. when he didn’t get a response, he got worried and instantly started apologizing, smoothing down your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

you smiled at him and stuck out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed every single drop of his cum. his eyes widened and he started laughing.

“your such a whore”

[wrathofrats]

Thinking about Aether and Phantom quintosis lesson. It's all going well and all, Aether's letting Phant explore his head on his own a little because he's actually really talented y'know! And then he hits a particular spot and Aether goes brainless, practically drooling on spot if yk what I'm onto...

Everyone always comes to Aeth to shut their thoughts up, but now he's on the receiving end for the first time in a whiiiile and he's just gone.

Just a big brainless quint :)

Shakes you violently because I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw it

(Warning that this is a little dubious but consent is implied and implied to have been discussed prior, just didn’t want it to come out of nowhere in case someone isn’t up for that 🫶

Also I made it weird bc confident phantom has been on my brain recently)

Aether talks him through it. Takes phantoms hands and places them on either side of his head, covering them with his own.

He trusts him under his own supervision, able to step in if something were to go wrong.

It’s easy, to aethers surprise. Phantom being able to pick at different memories, emotions, doesn’t take long for phantom to start trying to control his limbs.

“Am I doing that?” Phantoms eyes light up when aether hand moves slowly to the side.

“You are bug, good job”

Aether thinks it’s cute watching him get so excited over his powers.

Different tour memories flash in and out as phantom practically rummages through his brain like a storage bin. His face muscles twitch while phantom drags over certain nerves. Quintessence can be a dangerous game in the wrong hands, the power to as you please to someone only to be trusted in the right hands.

A particular wave of fuzz washes over aether as phantom gets a little more confident with the electricity he has wrapped around his mind. He feels cloudy, it’s not unfamiliar but he knows exactly what phantom is doing considering he’s done it to the other ghouls countless times before.

“Bug…..” aether warns taking a deep breath. He feels like there’s cotton behind his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and more manual.

Phantom prods again. A sharp buzz in the base of his skull and it’s hard for aether to get out the words to warn him again.

Phantom understands what he’s doing, especially considering this form of mind control has been done to him before. it’s the only reason aether hasn’t removed him yet but it’s a helpless and almost calming sort of feeling, looking up to see phantom smiling at him with his magic completely taking over his senses.

“Please let me take care of you?” Phantom tips aethers chin up to look at him, the other hand caressing his cheek. Aether can feel just a bit more quintessence slip in as he nods.

He’s completely brainless, barely a thought besides what’s directly in front of him and a small attempt to keep his breathing normal. It’s all he can do to keep his vision straight, mind full of static and he can’t help but smile at phantom, giggling slightly. A comfortable mindless state of pleasure.

“Never been able to have you all stupid for me have I aeth?” Phantom teases. It’s light hearted in nature but god it does something to aether. He could practically drool if he really wanted to, phantoms light teasing enough to have him salivating. Something so delicious about being able to have your thoughts shut up and being taken care of, aethers been craving it for a while.

A delicate hand pushes its way under aethers shirt. Phantom looks for any sign of protest before lifting it off of his body and discarding it on the floor beside them. Aethers immediately handsy, giggly and trying whatever he can to get phantom back on him. His limbs feel like they’re full of concrete as he tries to reach up to pull him closer. Time moves slow, almost too slow for him with the idea phantoms put into his head of him doing whatever he wants to him.

Phantom makes quick work of his own clothes while aether chews his lip, small moans escaping as phantom strips in his lap. He’s easy like this, hard and stupid and just desperate for anything from phantom he can get.

“You’re needy when you’re like this” phantom teases, reaching for the buttons on aethers pants. “Big and stupid like a whore should be”

Phantom grabs aethers hand, pulling it around his waist to finger himself with it, “your fingers are thicker than mine, gotta stretch myself out to take you baby” phantom gasps as he pushes aethers fingers into himself

It’s a tight stretch, phantom working himself with two of aethers fingers guided by his own, if he’s not careful he could probably just use aether like this and cum in his lap but oh, he wants to see how bad aeth can get when he sits on his cock.

Aethers streams out incoherent pleas and curses as phantom finally pulls him out, stroking him a couple times just to hear him whimper

“Fuck you’re much better like this, dumb and useful, just a dildo for me to use right?”

[yoongswrites]

Brutally Broken || BTS ff || 18+ || OT7 || Chapter 1

Pairing - Y/n x 0T7

Genre - Dark Romance

Warning ⚠ - Sensitive content ahead. Mature content. Forced s*x. Slapping. Unprotected s*x. Uncensored. Sl*t shaming. Weak Female lead. Self harm. Strong language. Read at your own risk.

"Please stop, it h-urts"

She placed her hand on his hard abs in order to stop him. He grabbed her hand and twisted it. She cried under him.

"Is she still not obedient yet?"

Namjoon said while drinking wine.

"Let me teach her a lesson"

Hoseok exclaimed and grabbed her face. He slapped his d*ck on her face.

"My little sl*t"

He forces his d*ck on her mouth. He growled loudly at the sudden warmness of her mouth.

"Ahh so good"

He fucked her mouth open. She choked as its too deep for her. She couldn't breath. Tears stream down her eyes.

Taehyung slammed himself on her wet p*ssy. His thrust were strong. She just laid there under them.

"She makes me hard"

Jimin laughed. He makes her held his cock and strokes himself.

Hoseok is getting desperate. He fasten his moments. His d*ck twitchs in her mouth.

She cried. She wanted to push him off her but she couldn't.

He is slamming himself in her mouth as if it's her pussy.

"I'm cumming slutty who're. Don't you dare to waste a drop"

He says and after few hard thrust he cums in her mouth. She felt breathless at a moment. She coughed. She couldn't swallow it all. Her throat is burning.

"You b*tch"

He slapped her face hard and grabbed her hairs roughly. He spits in her mouth.

"Sallow"

He commanded. She swallowed it. He pats her head.

"Now let me fuck that mouth"

Jimin exclaimed and hoseok left her. Jimin grabbed her face. He slapped her hard.

"You b*tch, you said I wasn't your type right? Now let me teach you what you deserve"

She shook her head. She felt helpless. She can feel Taehyung twitch inside her. Her head feels dizzy.

"P-please-"

She couldn't complete her sentence as jimin slammed his dick in her mouth.

"So warm. Just like that slutty pussy"

He started to fuck her mouth open. He almost choked her with his cock. Taehyung pulled himself put and thrusts in her ass hole.

She felt breathless. She couldn't move. Taehyung slapped her reddish tits. She started shaking terriblely.

"This hole is nothing but a cum dump. It's made to r*ped again and again. This bitch wants nothing but a big dick to fuck her brain out"

Taehyung moans and cums inside her. He leaves her and laid on the sofa. Namjoon walked towards and position himself at her entrance.

"So wet"

His sudden thrust was hard and strong. Jimin finally released in mouth. She couldn't sallow it quickly. She kept in her mouth. Jimin grabbed her neck.

"Disobedience bitch, Didn't jungkook teach to how to be obedient"

He chocked her hard cutting her breath out. She panicked and tried to remove his hands but nothing work.

Namjoon fucked her more aggressively. She is quite sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Jimin leaves her. She was thrown on the floor by namjoon. He hovered over her. He is the cruelest among them.

She feels her legs breaking. It hurts like hell. She mouth burns along with her pussy which is totally red in colour.

She feels disgusted. She couldn't take it anymore. Her loud cries filled the room. Blood started coming out of her vagina.

"S-low..Do-wn"

"you want it harder huh"

He thrusts aggressively. Her back slams against the floor with each thrust. He turned her over and slammed her from back.

He roughly grabbed her hairs. Her scalp are burning from pain. Her vision is getting blured.

Blood flows along her legs. Cum messily spread all over the bed.

He slapped her ass wanting her to thrust back. And she slowly did. He mercilessly thrusted inside her poor hole.

He cums inside her with a loud groan. He pulls out. But she was again thrusted by Seokjin.

"Still so tight"

He fucks her hard. He grabbed the belt and tied her hands.

"You're looking like a slutty dog. Just so freaking fuckable"

He groaned and aggressively thrusted the dildo inside her. She screamed at the sudden pain.

"Please stop"

She yelled and he grabbed her hairs. He bites her earlobe while slamming deep inside her.

She struggled to get out of his grip. He chocks her from behind.

Cum spread all over the floor. The floor is wet and messy.

"You *Thrust* Fucking *Thrust* Who're *Thrust*"

He after few minutes of hard thrust release her hands and weakly support herself.

He kept slamming until he cums deeply inside her. Her whole body aches. She  is literally shaking. He let himself in her for few seconds and He pulls out and  Her weak body hurts. Her face was bruised. She weakly held herself to stand but she falls on him.

She doesn't have any energy left. Her eyes doesn't have any tears left down. Her hands weakly hold on him. The person whom she thought she could spend her life with. The person with whom she shared her every secret, every sorrow, every happiness. The person whom she did nothing but loved him with her whole heart. The person whom she desired to be with.

Her teary eyes looks into his. Her bruised hands weakly hold into him.

Her Boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

This is just a mere imagination. Please don't take it seriously. i don't mean to hurt anyone emotions. There is no involvement of any member in such things. Please if you are sensitive reader then please don't read it. Im not forcing anyone to read it. Please don't take it seriously and get offended.

Do share your comment and vote down if you like it. Thank you...

[greg-montgomery]

Okay so absolutely loving your writing sm <3

So I had this idea while, of course, scrolling down the aaron x reader tag so like you dont have to write it if you dont want to but i wanna throw this out here bc otherwise itll stay stuck in my brain

But like reader who is just,, incredibly shy? Like in social situations they put up a front and you would never expect them to be shy because theyre very present and speak up often despite almost blending in the background when quiet. But its a whole other story at home and such?

Like, Aaron notices and first thinks theyre uncomfortable with him but he slowly realizes that this is like, their love language ig and showing vulnerability? Quiet time, acts of service and such yk? Like, they always put up a front and to drop that (not entirely ofc but a decent amount of it) is just the highest form of trust bc theyve been ridiculed for being shy? And the shyness is much more present in the bedroom, especially when he praises them they just get even more shy and hes just so so gentle :(( like asking if theyre okay, going slowly and asking to see them when they hide their face but never forcing them to and just like praising them when they do and the praise kink of them just sticks its head up and its just the purest form of being together? Like, its not rough but gentle and its soft and theres really no other word than making love for it and its all just :(( and the aftercare the man would provide is just AHHH😭❤️

Oh dear im so sorry but i got sucked into the fandom and got obsessed by hotch and then your writing so- this is so long so imma shut up now but i just needed to throw it out there tbh before id explode from all the hotch ideas i have in my mind that im not writing myself or giving to any writer bc what if they think the ideas are weird or too long like rn- but anyway imma shut up have a nice day/night and hydrate <3 (also you might see more of me if you dont mind long ass rants in the middle of it like this one- if you do mind just tell me to shut up im not gonna be mad or anything <3/srs)

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my sweet sweet 🧽 anon <33 this took me a while to write i'm sorry!! i hope you've been well!! i think about you a lot and i haven't forgotten the kind words you had sent to me <3 i hope you enjoy this!! (and ofc i don’t mind long rants i LOVE talking about aaron <3333)

nsfw - minors dni

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“Can I, honey?” you heard Aaron’s words as he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

You had been covering your face as you usually did when your boyfriend went down on you. After making you finish, Aaron had made his way up again, urging you nicely to look at him.

With a nod of your head, you gave him permission to gently remove your hands from your face.

“There you are.” He smiled at you.

“Hi,” you said, softly, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little.

“Hi,” he answered, just as softly. “Do you wanna taste yourself, baby?”

“Mhm…” You nodded, staring at his chin instead of his eyes.

Your own eyes closed involuntarily, as he lowered himself and his lips touched yours. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to touch yours. Knowing where that tongue had been before it was inside your mouth, made you even more excited for what was coming next.

Aaron placed his hand on your hip, giving it a squeeze and then moved it down your thigh, wrapping your leg around his body. “Open them wider, sweetheart.”

Only a few moments later, Aaron was inside you, rocking his body against yours, in a pace slow enough to be considered both romantic and tormenting.

“Ah…”

“Good?” he breathed heavily on your mouth.

“So good…”

“I love you,” he moaned, his face now buried in the crook of your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin after every little whine of yours. “I love your body. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you take me like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you sighed, because you really were. There was no man in the world you’d let yourself be this vulnerable around, other than Aaron. Your Aaron.

[eventinelysplayground]

A Sleeping Rabbit

There was a post a bit back by @ichgakr01270910 wondering about Chevaliers pov for Chapter 10 and if there was a fanfic out. I don't know if there was one but I got inspired by the post and wrote this. This was also the highest voted WIP in my recent poll. This pulls from not only Chevaliers route but also his episode 0 story, as always don't have to have read the extra bit to enjoy this fic. Emma's fallen asleep in Chevaliers room causing him to think of his past again. WC approx 940 also tagging @aquagirl1978 and @kraiyne because they were interested in this topic as well.

Ridiculous

Chevalier scoffed in disapproval as he peered down at Emma's face while she lay sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Not even that woman was foolish enough to allow herself to fall asleep in my presence.

“Did I not just warn you simpleton?”

Chevalier did not expect a reply to his question.

‘Prove here and now that you have enough of a brain packed into that small head of yours to defend yourself.’

For a frightened rabbit it was a creative idea and proves she is at least capable of thinking under unfavorable circumstances. As foolish as the position of Belle is, it would be an annoyance to have to restart the process from the beginning if any harm were to befall her.

Chevalier went to move but just as he did Emma snuggled closer to him letting out a contented sigh. The warmth from her body seeped through into his own and although an unfamiliar feeling Chevalier found that it was not entirely unwelcome.

You not only fall asleep in the arms of the Brutal Beast but you would willingly move further into his clutches? How foolish can no… wait.

‘Prince Chevalier, you're not a beast- you're a person.’

These actions are not from foolishness but your misguided belief that I am a person.

Chevalier had truly been stunned when Emma had made her declaration that he was indeed a person.

I have been accused of being many things but a person was never one of them, yet this simpleton declares me to be one without hesitation. Even that woman knew I was a beast…

‘You’ll never be loved by anyone.’

'Why is that?'

'Because you're a beast without a human heart.'

Chevalier let out a disgusted sigh. He moved more cautiously this time and managed to remove himself from his bed and Emma.

I shall have someone fetch her mutt and have him carry her back to her room.

Chevalier strode over to the door but stopped short, his hand hovering above the handle. It was not like him to hesitate and yet he found himself doing just that.

It is late if she is seen being carried from my room that will only further fan the flames of these ridiculous rumors. Yet if my fool of a brother were to find her here in the morning, the rumors will be ‘confirmed’ and lead to a tiresome and pointless conversation with four eyes.

After what seemed to be a long deliberation Chevalier withdrew his hand from its place above the door handle, turning around to study Emma for a moment.

She has already meddled enough in these matters that there is no escape for her now and there are ways I can use these rumors to my advantage.

That was the rationalization that Chevalier used for his actions; however even as he stood there he was aware that his actions were only creating more work for himself and putting Belle at greater risk. Yet even knowing that he found himself pushing that knowledge away in favor of keeping her by his side.

At least her knowledge of books is proving to be useful.

Chevalier reached down to the books on his desk that had originally brought Emma to his room. He picked one at random and returned to his bed, settling himself awkwardly if not carefully beside Emma. After a while Chevalier found her soft rhythmic breathing drawing his attention more so than the book he had chosen.

Curious.

Chevalier hesitantly reached down and tentatively ran his fingers over her hair, it was soft to the touch and smelled faintly of citrus and roses. Emma suddenly stirred under his hand letting out a contented sigh and Chevalier removed his hand from her hair. He attempted to return to his book however he quickly gave up as his thoughts continued to wander.

This is nonsense, why am I wasting valuable time with such senseless actions? After all

‘Because…because it's unnatural to be so calm about it! Neither the King nor I can find it in ourselves to love you any longer. As long as you don't know what love is, you'll remain a beast forever.’

Nothing has changed since then, I have always been the Brutal Beast. But perhaps…

‘I won't argue that you can be as cruel and merciless as a beast. However, I don't think that's all you are.’

Chevalier lay back down on his side in bed with Emma's back to him. His eyebrows knit together in concentration and his ice blue eyes were filled with a forgotten longing.

Perhaps this simpleton truly is capable of seeing deeper, into the very essence of a beast? That first day in town she faced me directly and didn't avert her gaze even when I drew my sword on her.

Although there were no assassin's in his room tonight, Chevalier still fought. As he stared down at Emma the fight played out within his icy eyes. Just like against a physical opponent the fight ended quickly however there was no clear victor in this fight and Chevalier sighed.

No, it is more likely she has been influenced by all the romantic tales she has read and her simple life. Once she has spent more time in the palace she will see there is no value to emotions or attachments, especially to a beast.

Despite his carefully crafted thoughts, Chevaliers body betrayed him. He pulled Emma tightly to his chest as carefully as he could manage and held her there, her warmth seeping into him and continuing to thaw the coldness it found inside as he drifted off to sleep.

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could you pls do no. 44 with kanata? thank you 💕

Kanata Yatonokami:

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

The dark made it easier.

Kanata had been the one to suggest it which would endlessly surprise you, as you never thought he’d stay over night like this in the first place. And to think he was fine with sharing your bed when you had suspected he’d just take the couch… your getting injured must have bothered him more than you suspected. You had overheard his phone call with Nayuta too, who told him to stop worrying over stupid shit and just spend the night with honest intentions, but you didn’t entirely understand that part.

Must just be a twin thing.

The bed is even more comfortable with him in it, Kanata slipping under the covers like it was a daily routine. You felt your heart flutter at the thought of this being your first night spent in bed together, but there was a slight damper on the mood purely because of the circumstances surrounding why he was here to begin with.

“You never should’ve gotten hurt.” The ‘because of me’ was heavily implied from the pain in his voice, the way the blanket shifted as he moved further away from you. You reached out to stop him, fingers tightly wrapping themselves in the smooth material of his shirt; you winced in pain as your bruised ribs did not appreciate the sudden movement. You heard Kanata’s own sharp inhale, reacting to your pain, slowly rolling back to his side so your arm didn’t stretch beyond its limit.

“I’m okay!”

“Stop sayin’ that when I can hear you’re not,” Kanata hissed back, not wanting you to spare his feelings. His own stupidity had gotten you into a fight, and he should feel sorry for it.

“Okay, so I’m in a little bit of pain, but I don’t blame you. And it’s really pissing me off that you’re pulling away when I already said I forgive you.”

“I’m right here.” He lingered closer, and while it was hard to make out his face, you could feel how much distance had been closed between you. The conversation had died out but neither one of you moved, the silence ticking on so long you almost wondered if he had fallen asleep. He did not, because Nayuta’s use of ‘innocent, honest’ intentions echoed through his head. He had only planned to sleep on the couch, yet when you put up the offer to sleep in the bed together he couldn’t deny it. His mind wasn’t in the gutter yet but with how close you were, how you still hadn’t let him go, how he can smell your body wash that lingered on your skin, it was getting to him.

Kanata’s next move is, again, smothered in innocent intentions even if the location may bring that under review. Kissing was an inherently intimate thing to do, but to kiss while in thin, easily removable clothing, while in bed, just added to the emotion of the moment. He doesn’t think he deserved to kiss you after tonight, but you didn’t allow him to linger on that.

Your noses brushed thanks to Kanata, yet he wasn’t closing the gap quick enough. Perhaps he reached the end of his willpower, or he was filling himself with useless thoughts of doubt, but you could only wait so long. Your kiss is fast, too quick for him to truly appreciate, but it kicked his brain back into gear. The second kiss is led by him, still wary, gentle, like Kanata was holding himself back on purpose. You wanted to knock some sense into him but it seemed he was using his brain again, the kisses growing more confident.

You have no doubt something more would’ve happened if you weren’t covered in bruises, Kanata finding the self control to pull away, albeit very slowly. There was another silence but a much more comfortable one, where you both enjoyed the comfort of the other's warm body before slipping into a restful slumber.

[somber-sapphic]

A Little Less Wisdom PT. 2

〖Notes: Here you are @darkstar225! Took me long enough, sorry about that. I'm also sorry it's so short :/ Minor TW for blood.〗

〖Summary: The sequel to A Little Less Wisdom〗

〖Word Count: 750ish〗

〖Pairing: Wandanat x Sick Reader〗

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You whined softly and pulled your heavy eyelids open to blink at your surroundings. Every limb was heavy, and your mouth felt dry, and you were absolutely exhausted. Your brain was moving slower than it should be, still foggy from the anesthesia. All that you were certain of was that you were lying on something comfortable and there was soft music playing in the background.

“Look who’s back.” A quiet voice said, and you felt a hand in your hair. You made a soft sound in the back of your throat and whined, utterly confused. You were comfortable, but still sitting up, some sort of chair that you didn’t quite remember owning. And your mouth felt wrong, you weren’t really sure why it felt so wrong, but it did. Your face was numb in a way that you very much did not like.

“What…” You sort of trailed off, unsure what exactly you should say after that. The anxiety that came before the surgery was sharp in your mind, but you were struggling to recall what had happened after. Judging by the look on your blurry girlfriend’s face it had been something weird.

“How do you feel?” That voice came from across the room, it belonged to Natasha who was sitting cross legged on the end of the couch, a book propped up on her knees. You tried to smile, but half of your face was a little droopy, so it probably looked ridiculous.

“M’okay. What time s’it?” You slurred, leaning your head against Natasha’s shoulder. Your mouth was starting to ache as the pain medication wore off and you really weren’t looking forward to the healing time.

“Its um…3pm. You’ve been asleep for a while.” Wanda replied, shutting her book as she smiled over at you. You grunted in response and lifted a hand to your cheek, prodding it slightly to see if you could feel anything. Your face was numb, but your jaw hurt.

“If you take the gauze out, we can get you something for the pain.” Natasha prompted, nudging your arm gently. Your movements were sluggish, but you did as she told you and removed the gauze from your mouth, refusing to look at it. Then you would think about what the inside of your mouth might look like and that freaked you out a bit.

Wanda stepped forward out of seemingly nowhere and used her magic to float the bloody cotton into the trashcan, not wanting to touch it. You didn’t even want to touch it and it was your blood.

Natasha helped you sit up properly and poured two pills into your hand, holding a glass of your favorite juice for when you were ready to take the medication. You placed the ibuprofen in your mouth and took a hesitant sip of the juice, wrinkling your nose at the way it felt to have the liquid in your mouth. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable.

You whined again and put your head back on the redhead’s shoulder, too tired to make much conversation. She chuckled softly and kissed the side of your head, pulling the blanket that had slipped off of you back around your torso.

“What’s up babygirl?” Wanda asked, slipping into the narrow space between you and the armrest. She nestled her head in the spot between your neck and shoulder and began to kiss your collarbone, a little smile on her lips.

“M’sleepy.” You complained, resigning yourself to the attention you were bound to get. For the first time that you could remember, it was welcomed. You never loved the attention they would give you, sometimes it was annoying, but now you wanted to be coddled.

“Okay bubs, why don’t we throw a movie on and you can take a nap?” Natasha was teasing you a little bit, but you adored it. You let yourself smile (which felt weird) and nestled comfortably in between the women you loved, closing your eyes as they quietly argued over what to watch.

You fell asleep to their soft bickering, Wanda insisting on a romantic comedy while Natasha wanted a “lowkey action movie”. What a lowkey action movie was you weren’t entirely sure, but your witch insisted that whatever it was, it was not conducive to your healing.

You were so lucky to have these two goofballs in your life, you didn’t even mind the quiet squabbles. You later woke to both of them asleep, 50 First Dates wrapping up on the television. Wanda must’ve won. You weren’t mad about it.

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Chapter 13: Awakening

Third POV

"What's your name?" Ford asked Dipper for what seemed like the one hundred times.

"M.....ma...Mason pines."

Ford eyes widen in shock while Mable looks hopeful. Maybe, just maybe this method he's using is working. After weeks and weeks of endless torment, Dipper can finally be back to their normal.

Dipper, however, looks lifeless. His eyes hold an emptiness that one wishes to dive into. He feels his true self slipping and can't do anything to stop. While the other two are hopeful, he feels hopeless, helpless.

The moment Ford began his mental treatment on Dipper, his mind began falling apart. All his ideas, all his plans, his future is disappearing. You could say he's a mindless puppet. To be more specific, he's their puppet.

"How old are you, Mason?" Ford asked.

"Tw -....Twenty five years....o-old..." Dipper stutters.

Ford looks pleased. He decides to ask one more question. "Who are your family?"

"...mom...d-dad....St-Stanley pines...Standf-ford pines...a-and Mable Pines. " He said blankly, staring straight ahead with widen eyes that holds no emotion.

"Grunkle Ford, I think it worked!" Mable cheers with a bright smile on her face.

"Not quite yet. I'm going to have to reprogram his brain to our liking, which will take some time. I'm going to perform electric shock therapy. Dipper is still able to think on his own. In order for the reprogramming to work, his ability to think needs to be non-existent." Ford explains, removing the skinny metal sticks from Dipper's head.

Mable tilts her head, not understanding anything Ford said. ".....huh?"

Ford sighs heavily, placing the sticks onto the table while grabbing the machine used for shock therapy. "For old Dipper to come back, this new Dipper needs to go bye-bye." He said with the roll of his eyes.

"Oooooooohhhh!" Mable giggles. "I get it now!.......huh? Well, it's not my fault I don't understand all that science stuff Pacifica....well, at least my parents don't mind that I'm slow! And calling someone slow is very mean." Mable pouts, pushing the air as if someone is next to her.

Ford looks at his great niece with pity. Ford and Stan caught Mable talking to herself one day. She explained how she's able to see her dead loved ones thanks to the deal she made with Bill. Ford concluded that Mable is a lost cause. He wants to help her, but his form of 'help' would only cause more damage. So, Stan and Ford decided to no longer question it and play along for Mable's happiness.

Ford walks over to Dipper, placing the two metal ends on each side of Dipper's temples. "Mable plug up the machine and turn it to high. We have no time to waste, but get that belt off the table and place it into his mouth in between his teeth."

"Why do I have to put a belt into his mouth?" Mable questions, getting the belt and placing it in between his teeth.

"Once the machine in turns on, his body will react by twitching and cleching his teeth so hard that they'll break." He explains.

Mable cringes. "Groooooooss." She whines while turning on the machine to its highest level.

Ford and Mable watch Dipper, waiting for his reaction. Dipper's body tenses, his teeth cleching as his body twitches uncontrollably. His muffled screams are be heard through the belt.

"When....will this all end?" ,are his last thought that quickly vanishes.

Meanwhile, with Bill in his castle, he's currently crying out in excruciating pain. Bill is sitting in his human-made throne, blood flowing out of his ears and eyes mixing with his tears. He can't understand how he's able to feel the pain his pinetree is in, but he doesn't care. All Bill cares about is finding his pinetree, but he's too weak. He's been sitting at his throne for weeks, either crying out in pain or ordering his 'friends' to find his pinetree. So far, they came up with nothing. It's as if Dipper vamished into thin air.

"Bill, we found him!" Teeth shouts, running over to him.

"THEN. WHY. ISN'T. HE. HERE?!" Bill shouts through his teeth.

"Uh, b-boss, he was taken by the Pines family." Eight ball stutters, nervously.

Bill's eye turns completely red, his form grows, towering over them. "HOW THE HELL ARE THEY EVEN ALIVE?! I KILLED THEM ALL!" Bill shouts in rage.

"Th-they were clones b-boss....we tried g-getting inside, but they h-have that shield protecting that sh-shack." Teeth answers with fear lacing his tone.

Bill eye widens. His body turns red as his form grows even more. Bill finally understands why he's able to feel his little pinetree's pain, and that enrages him even more. "THEN FIND A WAY TO BREAK IT DOWN OR SO HELP ME I'LL-" his threat is cut short by his own screams. His body turns back to normal, his hands over his head.

"Boss!" Teeth and eight ball shout in unison.

The two rush to Bill's aid, but he push them back with the little energy he has left. "J-Just go get Dipper....a-and send Pyronica to me...now." Bill orders.

Bill's tone sent chills through them. "Y-yes boss!" They shout, running out of the castle.

Pyronica then appears, helping Bill back onto his throne. "Bill, you can't keep going on like this."

"Don't you think I know that wise guy?" He groans, thankful the pain subsided.

"Have you figured out why you're able to feel his pain?" She asked cautiously, not wanting to piss Bill off even more.

Bill glares at her, making Pyronica flitch. "No, I haven't. Now get away from me and go help get my pinetree back..." He demands, trying to ingore the upcoming pain.

She quickly nods her head, rushing out the castle and leaving Bill to scream, alone in pain. A certain emotion crawls into Bill. A emotion he wishes to never feel again. Helplessness. He feels so weak to the point that he can't rescue his poor pinetree. He can only hope that his useless minions bring back his little pinetree in one piece.

"Oi Poindexter! We have a problem outside!" Stan shouts down to Ford.

Ford sighs in frustration. He removes the metal from Dipper's head, laying them on the ground. He goes to turn off the machine and stands in front of Dipper. "I think he's had enough." He hums, walking over to the table and grabbing what looks to be a helmet with two long metal hooks in the front. "Mable, go up and get that roll in television, then help Stanley with whatever he needs."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Mable said, doing an army salute before running out and returning with the roll in TV. She glances at Dipper with a bright smile before running back out to help Stan.

Ford places the helmet on top of Dipper's head, putting the hooks underneath Dipper's eyelids. He tightens them, causing Dipper's eyes to stay forcefully open. Ford stands back and takes a look at him.

Dipper pines looks horrendous. Blood still trickling out of his ears and eyes. Drool dripping out from the corner of his mouth. Dried up bloody wounds covering eighty percent of his body. The two demon tattoos that covered his back and bicep completely gone and replaced with an somewhat infection that will be tended to....eventually.

Ford places a VHS tape into the VHS player. He turns on the TV and turns off the light within the room. "This is for your own good, Dipper. You'll be as good as new..." He said before walking out.

The tape plays memories of Dipper's childhood and civil human like activities and qualities. Dipper watches with a meaningless stare, his brain slowly taking in the information. The old Dipper is now being reformed into a clone of his former self. This is until someone....or something decides to awaken Dipper's lifeless subconscious.

"Aye...aye kid!" The voice shouts within Dipper's mind.

Dipper said nothing, still staring blankly at the tv screen. His eyes start to burn from lack of moisture, but Dipper still says nothing.

The voice sighs, "I guess I'll have to shock his subconscious back to life." The voice hums, sending blue colored electric current through his brain.

Dipper suddenly jumps, some form of life returning to his eyes. "Hu...huh?"

"Good. Finally I have your attention."

"I.....wh-who's there?" Dipper asked in confusing.

"I'm simply a voice inside your head.....ooooooooo." the voice mocks jokingly.

Dipper frowns but says nothing. Instead, he waits for the voice to speak again.

".....not a jokester, I see. How disappoinenting."

"Just tell me who you are." Dipper demands impatiently, still taking in the information from the tv unwillingly.

"Well, I'm alcor! A fellow demon. You could say I'm similar to Bill, but without the death death! Destruction! Meaningless killings! And destroying everything."

Dipper is shock. How can he be in contact with another demon? How and why is this demon speaking from within him. "How are you different from Bill and...how.... are you even -"

"Talking within you? Well, that's easy, you're possessed! Aha, just kidding. I'm actually a part of you, but that question is too broad to answer right now, and I'm nothing like that psychotic idiotic dream beast. He just takes and takes and takes whatever he wants by force. I, however, give creatures options. For example: they either give me what I want and die a painless death or I take what I want and kill them in...well whatever mood I feel for that day depends on how brutal of a death they receive."

Dipper groans. "......sounds pretty similar to Bill..."

"Aye! At least I take value in certain things!" The voice shouts defensively.

"Oh really.....like what?"

"Uh.........what do humans like again?...flowers?"

".....you're stupid." Was all Dipper said.

"Keep talking to me like that, and I won't help you out of here." The alcor ponders.

"Fine, fine. Sorry." He said too weak to argue back.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, what year is it? I've been trapped for millenia."

"It's 2019." Dipper said flatly.

"Ah, 2019......carry the two... minus the one.... divided by five....right, so I forgot how old I am."

"How can you....just get me out of here if you can..." Dipper said, slowly losing consciousness.

"Oh no, no! No more of this pity torment. Child's play if you ask me. You rest for now, kid, I'll take care of everything." Alcor said his ton, giddy.

Alcor quickly begins to fully awaken within Dipper. The male's birthmark of the big dipper begins glowing a bright yellow shade. His ears morphes into elf like ears, his Iris changing to yellow while his eyes become completely black. Yellow flames coats his eyes and body, his flames now changing into a suit. His hair becomes longer while his bangs shorter, reveling the glowing birthmark. The tie is similar to Gideon's amulet, but the Jewel is colored yellow and holds no special meaning nor magic. Yellow flames begin to randomly appear in the room, the tv engulfed in flames. Alcor burns the rope from Dipper's wrist and ankles, not damaging the suit. The tattoos return onto dippers' skin, his wounds healing completely but leaves visible scaring.

Alcor now stands, the demonization finally complete. He fixes his tie and adjustments on the sleeves of the suit. With a sly smirk, yellow flames cover his hands as he slowly walks towards the door. "Now, for some real excitement to begin."

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Wenclair X Reader - What Are You?- Part 4

Finally!!! I've finally written something!Cannot explain how my brain has not been cooperating with me writing lately.I guess this is kind of a filler chapter to keep you guessing so for now enjoy the Wenclair.

But here we are part 4 we made it hope y'all enjoy reading😋

"God! What is she?! Who was that?! This is insane there is virtually no information about this girl anywhere! Like what is she? An alien!" The voice rang throughout the large dorm room on what felt like a continuous loop to the Addams Girl.

Wednesday and Enid had been delving into the limited information about Y/N for almost an hour now and Enid was getting more and more frustrated by the second.

"Enid Dear Calm Down" Wednesday spoke lightly still staring at thier virtually blank notice board, showing her own irritation in a much more serene way.

"Do not tell me to calm down Wednesday! This girl is worse than you! Atleast your family were known and the people from your old school tweeted about the horrors you got up to" she huffs, finally putting her pacing to a stop and placing her hands on her hips to stare at Wednesday's side profile.

"You're stalking abilities are incredible Mon Amore" Wednesday admired, flicking her eyes towards the blonde for a moment of appreciation "I'm still incredibly flattered that you took so much interest in me the first day we met" She spoke trailing her eyes back to the 3 pieces of paper on the board.

"I know baby it's one of my best talents" she smiles half heartedly still a little annoyed that they hadn't progressed in thier investigation. "Soooo what do we have?" She asks, noticing that Wednesday's eyes were still fixated on their murder board, secretly hoping she had noticed something she herself had not

"Enid you have asked me this 5 times in the last 20 minutes the answer still remains the same" Wednesday replies bluntly.

"I don't accept 'Nothing' as an answer Wens, it's literally impossible not to have a digital footprint in this day and age!" She resumes her yelling and Wednesday shakes her head lightly. She strains her eyes on the board as if staring at it long enough would cause it to spontaneously change into something of importance. But after a few seconds ...still nothing

"So you have stated the last 5 times I've answered you but there is nothing more we can do with-" Wednesday rests her eyes, finally looking away from thier poor attempt at investigating and back to Enid. This was almost embarrassing for the usually successful couple.

"Nothing more we can do?!" She practically screeches, cutting her off "Where's the Wednesday Addams I know! Where is my favourite ruthless little detective!" She grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her girlfriend frantically, worried she was broken or something.

"You did not let me finish Enid" she purses her lips, placing both her hands onto Enid's wrists to settle her. "Also... I will allow the referring to me as 'little' slide because I am aware you extremely distressed right now but don't let it happen again otherwise I will not be responsible for my actions" she throws the empty threat at her girlfriend who settles and smirks in response.

"Ooo I love it when you threaten me with a good time" Enid gives her a flirty wink. Wednesday is unable to hide the affect this has on her, biting the inside of her cheeks to subdue the smile that forced its way onto her face.

"You are so violently adorable and crude Cucciola" she slides her hands up to caress her cheeks and pulls her closer lightly. She leans in agonisingly slow, causing Enid to freeze where she stood still hopelessly submissive to Wednesday's charms. Her breath catches as she feels the first inkling of thier lips connecting and then...

"But we need to focus Cara Mia" she whispers against Enid's awaiting lips, denying her the connection she shamelessly yearned for.

As she began to turn away and remove herself in order to get back to work, she stopped. This action had earned Wednesday a whine from the blonde, who's claws had retracted after such an intense rush of emotions had befallen the wolf.

"Hmm" Wednesday teased but could barely finish the amused sound before Enid grabbed her quickly to finish what the other girl had started. The Darker Haired girl allows her a peck but Enid's grip only tightened. So then a lingering kiss was granted, only a few seconds long, but she didn't shy away from pulling her in for one swift and passionate kiss and pulling away. Enid loosened her grip a satisfied smile appearing across her once captivated lips.

"Okay okay ... Finish" she removed her hands from Wednesdays shoulders then waited patiently for her to continue.

"Enid, where would you go for information you are unable to obtain from the general public" she chose to take a page from the philosopher Socrates. She didn't usually subscribe to the idea that all beings however intellectual contain more knowledge than they are aware of. And with the right amount of questioning and motivation the answers can be dragged from even the dumbest of brains, not that Enid was in this category at all. But she did enjoy experimentation with the idea

"Uhhhh" Enid looked up, thinking

"A place with privileged information" she urged again. Enid just responded with a furrowed brow and bit her lip. "Information that cannot be found in any public library or on the internet and where all beings natural and supernatural are written abo-"

"Oh my god the Nightshades library!" She beamed "Of course Let's go!" She urged, promptly grabbing her Girlfriend's hand and running for the door

...

Upon reaching the library both girls got to work spending an alarming amount of time combing through various books on different creatures,the history of Nevermore, founding families and basically scanning through all books that mentioned anything close to what they had experienced.

"Oh OH! What was her last name? Could this be her descendant!" Enid excitedly proclaimed, pointing to a picture on the tattered page of an old brown book she had been reading. Wednesday swiftly made her way to Enid's side and looked at the page.

"Enid" Wednesday had to fight the urge to face palm at her beautifully foolish other half. "That looks nothing like her and it says the woman in the photo is a scales" Wednesday pointed to the small writing explaining the photo beneath it. Enid just squinted at the page "I don't think we were told her last name... That's troubling I'm usually more perceptive than this" Wednesday suddenly thought aloud.

"You were probably too busy being impressed by her to pay attention to detail" Enid mumbled scanning the page again.

"That's not..." Wednesday's word trailed off "Am I detecting Jealousy?" a glint of something devious could easily be seen in Wednesday's usually cold, dead eyes.

"No of course not" she gave her a "pfft" for good measure and shrugged

"Because if my memory is accurate YOU seemed rather impressed by her, you even giggled like a little school girl whenever she made a joke" Wednesday spoke a matter of factly.

"Of course I was impressed by her she reminded me a little of you" Enid smiled remembering thier first encounter fondly.

"You are not serious?" Wednesday was lightly offended. Not from being told she was like Y/N but because she was one of a kind. Not a soul like Wednesday Addams herself and she knew this, regardless of whether she cared or not.

"I'm very serious" her mouth said this but the wink that followed showed Wednesday that her girlfriend wasn't threatened or jealous but just more playful with the idea of liking somebody else.

"For one she smiles, secondly she-she hurt you I would never and- and- " Wednesday grew quiet, stuttering threw her off, she wasn't used to not being sure of how to respond. Normally she was able to assemble an obscene list of things that were wrong with any individual within minutes of meeting them. So why now was she struggling to find anything wrong with the new stranger that had entered thier lives without permission.

"HA I knew it!" Enid accused "Wednesday Addams. Has your distaste for almost every person on the planet finally started to dissolve" she wiggled her eyebrows.

"I assure you my distaste for the human race has not faltered or deteriorated in any way" Wednesday rebutted.

'Mmhmm sure Babe keep telling yourself that" Enid closed the book and threw it onto a side table, amused by her Girlfriend

"Can we please focus on the task at hand Mi amore" the shorter girl asked but it felt more like an order.

"Sorry should I stop talking about how she's really pretty and talented at a lot of things and speaks a second language aaaaannd she's a hella mysterious" she teased Wednesday "I mean look at us" she gestured between them both "We've been looking into her for ages and found Squat!" Enid was finally finding an up side to thier little adventure, this was kind of fun to play around with.

"Fine. I admit she does interest me but I could never devote myself to another the way I do with you Cara Mia, you are my Soulmate" Wednesday spoke as if she had just told Enid something mundane. She seemed painfully oblivious to her own ability to sound like a devoted poet whenever gushing over Enid.

Enid smiled widely before saying "You can have more than one soulmate by the way" casually.

"Enid we have known this girl for all of 5 seconds and you're already considering polyamory as your next path, maybe I should be jealous" Wednesday blinked and looked at her Girlfriend quizzically

"Not if you're also considering it" she giggled and Wednesday gave her a small smile. She didn't know what she was feeling. In fact so much had happened in such a short amount of time it felt reckless to suggest anything before gathering more information and allowing herself time to actually think about this

"It's not uncommon among my family so it wouldn't completely surprise me" Wednesday decided but nonetheless she still grasped Enid's chin delicately and spoke again "But right now you are my one and only Cara Mia" kissing her slowly then parted from her lips to continue searching.

Enid blinked a few times, feeling rather dazed due to being blindsided by her Girlfriend's intoxicating aura. Once regaining composure , she smiled again and skipped towards Wednesday to hug her from behind and continue to help with the search.

...

Eventually both girls became tired and agreed after still getting nowhere they would retreat to eat as Enid was becoming rather groggy and irritable. She hadn't been fed since this morning and with all this drama she had worked up quite the appetite. So off they travelled in search of food and the comfort of thier shared room.