#ruin wrecking challenge

[autemka]

WRECKING(NO) RUIN ECLIPSE TURN

SO. As I see from DOZENS of comments and requests to get Ruin next. I heard ya all. I will do it. But as he is new in our family i give you a NICE WARNING. How to treat him. So you be better be good uh huh?~ he has his own special boundaries, so please respect. If you good with that, PURRFECT! Go fun with him and enjoy ^^

Ruin Eclipse or RURU information:

Ruru is a shy big Child who cannot live without physical contact and affection. He is shy to ask for it but eventually he enjoys it so much especially the tickles. He loves to feel happy and laugh to have fun with his cousins and little sister(autem). Why he is a COUSIN? Because he is from another universe, the combination of Sun and Moon and being ONE as a daycare attendant. So in my MAIN AU he counts as a Second Brother.

Relationships with Others made him feel more complete mentally and not be so lonely anymore. With SUN he enjoys mostly to talk about different stuff especially about kids and what do they all enjoy, plus SUN is being a perfect cheer up support for him not to stop smile any time soon. MOON is perfect snuggle up buddy for Ruin and always bunch of yappers to talk about stars and Fairy tales for kids. AUTEM, I only can describe her as a combination of SUN and MOON together but like a COMFORT TINY and support XD. ECLIPSE is being a huge gentle tease for Ruin as Eclipse thinks he is a tiny version of him and just a baby who needs to be “melted and ruined with love”

[ohmygourd7]

Thank you for that link, this article broke my heart. I had a collection of quotes that spoke to my experiences in the tags, but this section was too large and just… needed to be highlighted. Leaving this here on my blog forever, where it belongs.

OOF 

(original text from article by devon price)

[wp100]

watched Christine, the haunted car movie, and my god, I'm impressed with how they showed the car regenerating itself. very, very well-done for its time.

[luv-lock]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ SWEET GIRL 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ NOTE : Minors DNI. Damian is an adult. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

⎯ Bruce Wayne

Bruce eats pussy like it’s a goddamn art form—he’s precise, calculated, and maddeningly patient. He starts slow, always. Those big hands spread you open, thumbs keeping you vulnerable as he just looks at you, like you’re a meal he’s been starving for. Then, his tongue starts, slow and flat, dragging up from your entrance to your clit in one smooth stroke that has your breath catching. He doesn’t rush, not at first—he builds you up so slowly that you’re practically begging him to stop teasing. When he gets serious? Oh, you’re fucked. Bruce focuses entirely on your clit, his tongue pressing firm and circling in ways that have your thighs trembling. He slides two fingers inside you, curving them just right to hit that spot, and he watches you. His dark eyes stay locked on your face, reading every reaction like he’s solving some complex puzzle. And god, he loves control. If you try to squirm or close your legs, he growls, low and dangerous, “Stay still, or I’ll stop.” Spoiler: he never actually stops, but the threat alone keeps you in place. When you cum, he doesn’t let up. His tongue keeps working you, dragging you through wave after wave until you’re crying out his name, completely wrecked.

⎯ Dick Grayson

Dick? He’s a pussy-eating legend. You know how some people enjoy it? Dick fucking loves it. He dives in like it’s his favorite thing in the world, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer, his face buried between your legs as he moans like a man possessed. He’s messy about it, too—his tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking on your clit like he’s trying to ruin you. But Dick knows exactly how to build you up. He’ll start with long, teasing licks, making you squirm and whimper, and then he focuses entirely on your clit. His tongue moves in quick, flicking motions, switching it up with soft sucks that send shocks through your entire body. And he’s loud. He moans into you, murmuring things like, “You taste so fucking good,” and “I could stay down here all night.” His fingers? Fucking perfect. He slips two inside you effortlessly, curling them up in time with his tongue until you’re sobbing from the intensity. And Dick doesn’t stop when you cum. Nope. He keeps going, even as you’re begging him for mercy, his grin widening against your skin because he knows he’s got you falling apart.

⎯ Jason Todd

Jason eats pussy like he’s got something to prove. There’s nothing soft or sweet about it—it’s raw, filthy, and absolutely fucking primal. He doesn’t even bother teasing you. The second your legs are open, his face is buried between them, his tongue lapping at you like he’s starving. His grip on your thighs is bruising—he keeps you pinned in place no matter how much you try to squirm. His tongue is relentless, focusing on your clit with harsh flicks and sucks that have you seeing stars in seconds. Jason’s all about intensity—he groans against you, low and rough, sending vibrations through your body. And when he slides his fingers inside you, It’s game over. He pumps them hard and fast, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over until you’re screaming his name. Jason loves watching you lose control. He’ll pull back just enough to smirk at you, his lips and chin soaked, and growl, “C’mon, baby. Let me hear you.” And when you finally cum? He doesn’t stop. He forces you to take every second of it, holding you down as he works you through the aftershocks, leaving you completely wrecked.

⎯ Damian Wayne

Damian is precise. He approaches eating pussy like a challenge, determined to reduce you to nothing but gasps and moans. He starts slow, dragging his tongue through your folds with maddening patience, watching your every reaction. His hands hold your thighs apart, firm but not rough, keeping you exactly where he wants you. Once he finds what works, Damian locks in like a man on a mission. His tongue circles your clit in perfect, rhythmic motions, alternating with soft flicks that have your back arching off the bed. He doesn’t get messy—everything he does is intentional, calculated, and devastatingly effective. His fingers join the party soon enough, sliding inside you with ease, curling up to hit your G-spot with every stroke. Damian’s all about control. If you try to move, he tightens his grip, growling, “Stay still. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s also vocal in a way that’s almost mocking. “Look at you. Falling apart for me already.” And when you cum? Damian doesn’t stop. He keeps going, overstimulating you until you’re trembling, tears streaming down your face as you beg him to let you breathe. He’ll finally pull back, wiping his mouth with a smug smirk, because he knows no one else can make you feel like that.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[phoenixrisingastro]

Pluto Through the Houses: How Your Soul Has Been Marked by Darkness

Pluto doesn’t touch your life lightly. It drags you through hell, strips you bare, and forces you to be reborn. Wherever Pluto sits in your chart is where you experience power, destruction, obsession, and transformation. It’s where you meet your deepest fears—and where you find your most dangerous strength.

Pluto in the 1st House: The Dark Aura That Follows You

You don’t walk into a room—you haunt it. People feel your presence before they even see you, and they either worship you or fear you. Your entire existence is an act of power and survival. Life forced you to be strong, and now your presence alone intimidates people who can’t handle real power. You’ve been through hell and made it look effortless.

Pluto in the 2nd House: Money, Sex, and Power Games

You don’t just want security—you want complete control over it. Money, sex, and power are all currency to you, and you’ve learned the hard way that you either master them or let them master you. You attract wealth like a magnet when you own your power, but your biggest downfall? Letting others manipulate you financially or sexually before you realize you were the one holding the power all along.

Pluto in the 3rd House: Words That Cut Like Knives

Your voice is a weapon, and you know exactly how to use it. You read people like an open book, tearing through their masks in seconds. Conversations with you aren’t small talk—they’re battles. People either walk away transformed or completely wrecked. You see through the lies, the excuses, the half-truths—and it terrifies them.

Pluto in the 4th House: Family Trauma That Never Dies

Your childhood was not normal. Maybe it was filled with secrets, power struggles, manipulation, or loss—but whatever it was, it changed you forever. Family feels more like fate than love, and you carry the weight of generational pain on your back. Your biggest challenge? Breaking the cycle without losing yourself.

Pluto in the 5th House: Love, Sex, and the Addictive High

You don’t just love—you consume. Romance feels like a game of life and death, and when you fall for someone, it’s obsessive, all-consuming, and impossible to forget. But your love affairs either ruin you or make you a legend. You crave passion so intense that it hurts, and once you taste that kind of fire, nothing else feels real.

Pluto in the 6th House: The Body Remembers What the Soul Endured

Your trauma isn’t just in your head—it’s in your body, your habits, your routines. You’ve had to rebuild yourself more times than you can count, and yet, people underestimate how much strength it took just to survive. But here’s the truth: you are a force of nature. When you take back your power, your body becomes unstoppable, and your mind becomes unbreakable.

Pluto in the 7th House: Lovers Who Destroy You and Make You Reborn

Relationships for you aren’t just about love—they’re wars, contracts, and fated meetings. You attract powerful, intense people who shake your world to its core. Love either breaks you apart or turns you into something stronger. Your lesson? Stop letting others dictate your worth. You were never meant to be controlled.

Pluto in the 8th House: The Shadow You Can’t Escape

Your life is a constant cycle of death and rebirth. You’ve survived things most people wouldn’t even understand, and yet, here you are—stronger, darker, and more powerful than ever. Sex, money, transformation, power—they all follow you like ghosts. You are the embodiment of survival, and no one who meets you forgets you.

Pluto in the 9th House: The Seeker of Forbidden Knowledge

You don’t just want answers—you want truths people are too afraid to speak. You’re drawn to the occult, hidden wisdom, and philosophies that others shy away from. You question everything. Religion, power structures, morality—nothing is untouchable. But be careful—some knowledge can’t be unlearned.

Pluto in the 10th House: The Reputation That Haunts You

You were born to dominate. People feel your presence even when you’re silent, and the higher you climb, the more people try to pull you down. Power is your birthright, but you had to fight harder than most to claim it. Some will fear you. Some will love you. Either way, you will be remembered.

Pluto in the 11th House: The Puppet Master of Society

You don’t just exist in social circles—you shape them. You see the hidden power dynamics in friendships, groups, and society itself. People either flock to you or fear your influence. But watch out—being the mastermind means you attract both allies and enemies. Power isn’t just given to you. You take it.

Pluto in the 12th House: The Unseen Forces That Control You

You are haunted by the past—yours, your ancestors’, maybe even past lives. Pluto here makes you a magnet for deep, hidden truths and spiritual awakenings. You’ve seen darkness most people never will, and yet, you walk through life as if you belong to another world. Your lesson? Embrace the mystery. Your power lies in the unseen.

Final Thoughts: Pluto’s Gift & Curse

Pluto doesn’t play fair. It destroys everything false, everything weak, and leaves only what is real. If you embrace Pluto’s lessons, you become invincible—but if you fight it, you will be broken over and over again until you learn.

Pluto marks you, owns you, transforms you. And when it’s done with you, you will never be the same.

© PhoenixRisingAstro, 2025. All rights reserved

[hy6erion]

hii! can i request a enemies viktor x busty!reader with viktor who simply can’t stop thinking about her and her curves despite how much he ‘dislikes’ her? It’s okay if u ignore dw!!

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 ??? - 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮...𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⇢ 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐢𝐝𝐤, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐦𝐠 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

Viktor hates you. His rival. His most infuriating, insufferable, arrogant competitor.

The one person in Piltover who dares to challenge him intellectually, who dares to match him, outthink him, beat him in debates, make him second-guess his own ideas.

You're brilliant, cunning, ambitious-and Viktor loathes you for it.

But worse than that? You're fucking gorgeous.

It would be easier if you were plain.

If he didn't have to sit across from you during research symposiums, watching the way your tight blouse strains against your tits, the soft swell of them pushed up so fucking perfectly that it makes his fingers twitch.

If he didn't have to endure your sharp, smug little smirk whenever you outwit him, those plush lips that he wants to bruise with his teeth.

If you didn't cross your arms while arguing, pushing your tits up just enough to make it impossible for him to focus on anything you're saying.

Viktor hates you.

And yet, every fucking night, he's in his room, his cock in his hand, desperately trying to rid himself of the thoughts that consume him.

He tells himself he shouldn't.

That he should be above this-above stroking himself raw to the thought of his most hated rival, above gritting his teeth as he spills onto his own stomach, panting your name like a desperate man.

But the moment he closes his eyes, it's over.

Because he's not imagining some theoretical victory over you, some intellectual triumph.

No, he's picturing you on your knees, tits spilling out of your blouse, your smug little smirk finally wiped away as you look up at him, your lips wet, waiting for his cock.

He's imagining gripping those thick thighs, spreading you open, dragging his tongue over your dripping cunt just to hear you gasp his name.

He's thinking about bending you over his desk, pushing that tight little skirt up around your waist, fucking you so hard you forget every single theory you've ever argued against him.

Of holding you down, making you take it, ruining you with slow, brutal thrusts until your thighs shake and your breathy moans turn into desperate, needy whimpers.

Of stuffing you full, watching his cum drip from your wrecked little hole, knowing that no one else will ever get to have you like this.

It's sick. He's sick.

But it doesn't stop him from groaning your name, his hips jerking as he comes into his own hand, his body shuddering with the force of it.

And then?

Then he curses you, because even after spilling his seed to the thought of you, he still fucking wants more.

He hates seeing other men look at you.

At the academy, he sees the way men stare at you.

How they let their eyes linger too long on your tits, your hips, the softness of your thighs.

And it makes his blood fucking boil.

Because those idiots don't deserve to look at you.

They don't know how badly you need to be put in your place, how easily he could break you, how quickly he could wipe that arrogance from your face with his hands on your body.

He hates them for looking.

But he hates himself more for the way his cock twitches in his trousers every time you throw him a smug little glance, completely oblivious to the depraved fucking things he's thinking about you.

One day, he's going to snap.

One day, he's going to stop holding back.

One day, he's going to pin you against the nearest surface, drag you onto his lap, and fuck you until the only words coming out of your perfect little mouth are pleas for more.

He's going to tear that blouse open, finally touch those perfect, soft tits, squeeze them, bite them, watch them bounce as he fucks into you.

He's going to make you come so many times you forget how to argue, so many times you finally understand that you were never actually his rival—

You were just his.

And when he finally buries himself inside you, when he finally watches you tremble beneath him, wrecked and breathless and begging for more?

Maybe then, he'll finally be satisfied.

Maybe.

But for now?

For now, he'll just grit his teeth, curl his fingers into fists beneath the table, and pray to the gods that you never figure out just how fucking badly he wants to ruin you.

[rabbitinashell]

Ladies and gentlewomen, boothill.

Art by @/Kinee_e on X

Boothill in the Sheets: Wild, Unpredictable, and Completely Addictive

Boothill is a gunslinger, a wanderer, and a man who plays by his own rules - and that applies to everything he does, including the way he handles you in bed.

He's got that Southern charm, a cocky smirk, and a devil-may-care attitude - but don't be fooled. When it comes down to it, he takes what he wants, and he does it with reckless, intoxicating passion.

1. Rough, Wild, and Unapologetic

Boothill is the definition of raw, unfiltered dominance-he doesn't hold back, and he sure as hell doesn't do slow and tender.

• Expect reckless hands, bruising kisses, and being pinned down before you even realize what's happening

• "You look real pretty beggin' like that. Keep goin'."

2. The Perfect Mix of Cocky & Dangerous

• That self-assured smirk never leaves his face - he knows exactly how good he is, and he'll make sure you do too.

• He's the type to tease you mercilessly just to hear you whine and squirm beneath him.

• "C'mon, sugar, use your words. What's the matter? Too wrecked to think?"

3. No Hesitation, No Mercy

• Boothill doesn't do hesitation - once he sets his sights on you, you're his - plain and simple.

• He moves fast, hard, and relentless, making sure you're completely ruined before he's even close to done.

• Expect taunting whispers, rough hands, and a pace that leaves no room for catching your breath.

4. Stamina & Endurance That'Il Break You

● That man's a fighter, a cowboy, a survivor - he doesn't tire easily, and he sure as hell isn't stopping until he sees you fall apart completely.

• "Aw, sugar, already tappin' out? That's a damn shame. I was just gettin' started."

• Once is never enough - he'll have you again and again, and again, until you're too weak to even move.

5. Unpredictable & Unhinged

• Boothill isn't just dominant - he's chaotic, meaning you never know what he's gonna do next.

• One second, he's biting your neck, hands gripping your hips rough enough to bruise - the next, he's pulling back, smirking down at you, daring you to beg for more.

• "Tell me how bad you want it, darlin' Maybe I'Il be nice."

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

• Brat-Taming & Power Play - He loves a challenge - the more you fight back, the rougher he gets.

• Dirty Talk, Degradation, and Praise - Expect a lot of "good girl," "that's my girl," and "look at you, fallin' apart for me."

• Biting & Bruising - He leaves marks everywhere - because if you're his, the world's gonna know it.

• Manhandling & Control- He can easily overpower you, holding you down and taking his time watching you struggle.

• Teasing & Edging - Just to make you squirm, he'll drag things out, watching with that cocky grin as you beg him to just give in already.

6. Aftercare: Rough Exterior, Soft Core

• He's not the type to be openly soft, but his aftercare is unspoken and deeply sincere.

• He'll run a hand through your hair, lazily tracing circles on your skin, acting like he doesn't care - but he does.

• "Rest up, sugar. You're gonna need it."

Final Verdict: A Wild Ride You'll Never Forget

Boothill is reckless, cocky, and completely unrelenting - the kind of lover who'll wreck you, laugh about it, and then do it all over again.

To be wanted by him is to be caught in a wildfire - dangerous, consuming, and impossible to resist.

[moonreader1010]

The fantasy they can’t stop thinking about with you?

𝓟𝓘𝓒𝓚 𝓐 𝓟𝓘𝓛𝓔 - ・❥・: ̗̀➛

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PILE 1

There’s something about you that completely wrecks them in the best way possible. You are the kind of temptation that lingers in their mind, teasing them, challenging them, making them work for every inch of you. They fantasize about the push and pull, the tension that builds between you two like an irresistible storm, thick with anticipation. You don’t just give in you make them earn it, and that only makes them crave you more. The way you tease, the way you hold back just enough to make them desperate for more it’s intoxicating, infuriating, and exactly what keeps them coming back. They see you as someone they can't just have; they have to fight for you. And when that final barrier collapses, when you finally let them in? That’s when everything shifts. That’s when the fire between you two becomes too much to contain, turning into something wild, uncontrollable, and all-consuming.

And when it finally happens? It’s raw. Unfiltered. They don’t just want to touch you they want to feel you, to claim every inch of your body with their hands, their lips, their very being. They imagine you being just as hungry for them as they are for you, gripping them tighter, pulling them closer, dragging your nails across their skin as if to mark them as yours. They want to see the way your breath catches, the way your body reacts to them in ways that words could never describe. There’s an edge to their fantasies, a hint of something untamed, something that makes them lose themselves in you completely. They want you to ruin them, to take them apart piece by piece and put them back together in a way that only you can. And after it’s all over, after the storm has passed and the fire has burned its way through you both, they still want more because with you, once is never enough.

PILE 2

They don’t just want you, they need you in ways that haunt them, in ways that keep them up at night with thoughts they can’t shake. Their fantasies aren’t rushed or frantic no, they’re deliberate, lingering, drawn out like a slow burn that keeps them on edge for days. They picture you as someone in control, someone who knows exactly what you’re doing to them. The way you look at them, the way you hold back just enough to make them wait for it it drives them absolutely insane. They dream of you teasing them with your words, with your gaze, making them prove that they deserve you. And the more you make them wait, the more they want you, need you, ache for you. They imagine you taking your time, watching them squirm under your touch, making them earn every second of pleasure you give them. It’s intoxicating, maddening, and yet it’s exactly what makes them want you even more.

They imagine the moment when you finally let the walls down, when the teasing turns into something more, something deeper. The weight of your body against theirs, the way your fingertips trail down their skin with an agonizing slowness, making them shiver in anticipation. They want to hear the way your breath hitches, to feel the way you melt into them, surrendering completely despite the fact that you were the one holding all the power just moments before. It’s not just about the physical it’s about the way you make them feel. You awaken something in them that no one else ever has, something that shakes them to their very core. With you, it’s more than just desire it’s transformation, revelation, something almost spiritual. And they want to drown in it, in you, over and over again, until there’s nothing left of them except the way you make them yours.

PILE 3

You are their ultimate fantasy, the one they can never seem to get enough of, the one they can’t stop thinking about no matter how hard they try. There’s something about you that has them completely under your spell, something about the way you carry yourself, the way you look at them like you know exactly what kind of power you hold over them. They imagine the way you toy with them, making them desperate, making them crave your touch, your approval, your attention. You don’t just give you take, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. They fantasize about the way you control the pace, the way you pull them in and then leave them hanging on the edge, desperate for more, desperate for you. You know exactly how to play this game, and they? They are utterly, completely, and willingly at your mercy.

But it’s not just about pleasure it’s about the way you own them in those moments, the way you make them forget every doubt, every hesitation. With you, there is no past, no future only this, only the overwhelming need, the way their body responds to your touch like it’s the only thing that matters. They think about you claiming them, about you knowing exactly how to push them past their limits, how to make them beg without even saying a word. It’s a dangerous kind of obsession, one that leaves them breathless, wrecked, ruined but completely and utterly addicted. Because once you have them? Once you’ve touched them, owned them, unraveled them in a way that no one else ever has? There is no going back. They are yours. Completely. Irrevocably. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[holylulusworld]

BFG (5)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language, oral (fem rec), light fingering, dirty talk, smut, unprotected sex

A/N: Please consider that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.

Catch up here: BFG (4)

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“Reacher,” you helplessly press the palms of your hands against the shower wall. Reacher is still holding your body in a tight grip while his tongue swirls around your clit. He’s driving you crazy, always pushing you toward the edge, but refusing to let you topple over. “Fuck.”

“Shh…sweet peach pie. This is a special peach and I want to enjoy eating it,” he undoubtedly smirks against your overstimulated flesh while he murmurs the words. All you want is to cum all over his face, or fingers, or anything he offers to you but he won’t let you. “So pretty when you are in my arms.”

“Please-“ you blindly grasp for his short strands, tugging hard. “I want…your fingers.” As much as you love his mouth on you, his fingers are thick and long and you want nothing more than to feel Reacher explore your dripping cunt with his fingers. “Please…”

He looks up at you, eyes softening as you look back at him with need in your eyes, mirroring his own. It’s been a long time since he felt someone touch him gently. The only physical contact he had was during fights.

“Come here.” Again, you're shocked at how fast a man his size can move. You end up in his arms, your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waistline. 

One of his thick arms holds you against his body as he lifts his hand to show you his fingers. You bite your lower lip, desperate to hold back another moan. “Fingers or something bigger?”

“Fingers…” You try not to sound like a desperate and wounded animal when you whisper your answer. “I imagine having them inside of me…”

“I imagined putting my hands on you for being so cocky and flirty. You distracted me, peach pie.” Reacher dips his head to nip at your neck. “Do you know what you get yourself into when you let me have my way with you?”

“I hope to get you inside of me,” you challenge. “At least your fingers, big boy.”

“I’m not a boy, Y/N.” He warns. “If you want me, you’ll take all of me. Even if it’s too much. I won’t stop until you have all of me inside of your sweet peach pie.”

Your eyes round at his words. Who would’ve thought Reacher likes to talk dirty? “Do it, then. Ruin me, you beast of a man.”

“All for you,” he smirks. “Let go, I need to put you on your feet to play with your juicy peach.” 

He hums as you let go to allow him to place you on wobbling legs, admiring your wrecked state. He dips his head to look you up and down, making you feel self-conscious again.

The moment you try to cover yourself he’s back on you. “No, no. I want to see and have all of you.” You squeak as he hoists you back up to press you against the tile wall. “I have to have you, peach pie. I can’t wait any longer.”

His lips claim yours in a passionate kiss while his big hand moves between your legs. Reacher eagerly kisses you to distract you from his thick fingers slipping inside your slit. 

“Fuck,” you curse against his lips. “So…thick…”

“Yeah, peach pie,” Reacher nips at your lips, tongue forcing its way inside your mouth. He moans against you while curling his thick fingers. He slowly fucks you with his digits, smirking against your lips as you try to rock your hips. “Not yet, Y/N. You’ll cum on my cock only.”

“No—I,” you whine as he slips his fingers back out. He’s holding your body with one arm while moving his free hand to his cock. “Please.”

“I’ve been waiting to have you like this far too long,” he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “Open up to me, pretty peach pie. I want to feel it.”

You sling your arms tighter around his neck the moment Reacher pushes slowly into you. He’s thick, and you can barely hold still feeling this monster of a cock spear you open. 

You want to squirm and rock your hips but Reacher is so much stronger. He holds you against the wall and presses into you, slow but determined to fill you.

Your legs wrap tighter around his waistline, to hold tight onto him. You’re not used to a man who can hold you against a wall for such a long time and fear he’ll drop you if you get careless.

“Re-acher,” you wish you could see his cock, but it feels like you’re fuller than ever before when he finally bottoms out. “Fuck.”

“You’re doing so well for me,” his praise goes straight to your core. “So…so good, peach pie.” Reacher kisses you again while holding himself back to not rut into you like an animal. 

“You’re doing so well for me, big boy,” you grin. This godlike giant feels too good inside of your body to not be over the moon. “How about you move those perfect hips and make a girl cum.”

Reacher likes a challenge. He’s kissing you like he wants to devour you. You kiss him back, as eager as the man holding your body in his arms. 

He’s slowly grinding into you. His thick cock hits all the right spots, but having him pressed against you, feels even better. Both of you touch-starved, and lonely you get lost in the feel of each other. You cling to him, desperate for more than an orgasm. 

“Reacher,” you whisper against his lips. “I’m gonna…”

“Let go, sweet peach pie,” he nips at your lips. “I’ve got you.” His voice alone pushes you over the edge. You curse his name like a prayer as he stills his hips. He buries his face in your neck, your name on his lips when he comes.

“This bed is much bigger.” 

You giggle at Reacher’s comment. You left the bathroom for round two. Now you lie on your queen-sized bed, to come down from another high and to feel your legs again.

“You like it because it’s big enough for you,” you grin as he stretches his long legs out. “Can I ask you a question?”

Reacher rolls to his side to look at you. “You can ask me anything, Y/N.”

“Did you ever have sex in the backseat of a car,” you smirk at Reacher. “I mean, can you even have sex in a car? You’re huge.”

He laughs loudly and rolls onto his back. Reacher pats his chest, inviting you to rest your head on it. You yawn and follow his invitation to get a few hours of sleep before you go to the diner.

Sally Ann sniffles silently. She almost got hit by one of the bricks destroying all of your windows at the diner. “I’m sorry I didn’t see them. I was so scared and hid behind the counter.”

“Honey, you did the right thing,” you gently pat her shoulder. “I called the cops, okay. It’s not your fault some kids got bored and decided to destroy all of my windows.”

“What happened here?” Reacher came by to see you and have a slice of your pie. “Who did this?” He looks around the diner, frowning deeply when his eyes land on a brick, wrapped in a piece of paper. He picks the brick up and squares his jaw.

“I already called the cops,” you try to stop him, but Reacher is halfway out of the diner. “Reacher, don’t. He’s not worth it.”

You sigh, and chase after Reacher. He’s still holding the brick in his hands when he walks along the sidewalk to find KJ’s car parked outside the restaurant across the street. 

“Reacher!” You try to stop him again. “You’ll get in trouble!”

He stops in his tracks to look at the brick in his hands. He rereads the words written on the piece of paper wrapped around the brick again.

“He destroyed all of your windows and called you a slut. I won’t let him get away with it.”

“KJ is not the smartest, and he believes every woman must fall for him. His ego can’t take my rejection. It’s unbelievable to him that the chubby owner of the diner rejected him.”

“I want you to go home and let me handle this,” Reacher softly speaks to you. “You can’t work today, or until the windows are fixed. Sally Ann was scared to hell and back. They could’ve hit her.”

“Reacher,” you grab his hand to hold it for a moment. You look up at him, eyes drifting toward his lips. “You better come home tonight. I don’t want to sleep alone.”

He cups your face with one large hand to press his lips to yours.

“Promised…”

Part 6

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[dailyadventureprompts]

Monsterhunt: Wreck, Wrack, & Ruin

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Adventure Hook: The party are hired to put a stop to the undead rising from the old cemetary, and to determine whether it is some forboding sign or a curse brought down by some graverobber, as the town authorities are split on the matter. While investigating they will discover signs of dark rituals taking place, though they will have to be very clever to realize that the infact not at all humanoid.

Background: While most crows are content with petty mischief (and three occasional murder), these three arcane avians have no respect for mortal or godly law, and spend their days sowing curses and petty blasphemies wherever their dark wings take them.

The three carry with them an unrotting eye, the last remnant of a witch by the name of Hemani Lokryn, who used the birds as familiars for years and nurtured them to sentiance with a diet of dead men's brains. When the magehunters finally caught up to Hemani, the three were unable to save her from her cell or execution, so she commanded them to gore out her eye and carry it with them that her spirit might escape her body's fate.

Further Adventures:

When challenged or interrupted the crows make to scatter , as any one of them that survives an encounter and makes it back to where they've hidden Hemani's eye they'll be able to resummon the other two. Generally they always keep one in reserve, but this limits the force of magic they're able to bring to bear in any confrontation. If the party is clever, they'll poof two of the familiars to smoke and feathers and then track the straggler back to their roost.

If they weren't discovered in their earlier capers, the trio may try to bait the party into exploring some obviously haunted dungeon in the hopes of having them dig up some important artifact necessary for their latest scheme. This "bait" might come in the form of one of the crows pretending to be some kind of omen, or a barely legible letter pleading for help delivered in the dead of night. They might even try a breadcrumb trail of golden coins if they get desperate.

A girl has disapeared from her home after a series of strange occurrences, leaving her parents in a state of absolute panic and in need of the adventurers' aid. Always a little odd and shunned by other children for her morbid fancies, Cordelia was overjoyed when a trio of spooky birds decended on her usual sulking spot and told her that she had a great destiny ahead of her. Her new friends weren't exactly lying: Cordelia has a spark of sorcery about her, being the distant scion of the now forgotten Lokryn line after the family moved and changed their name to avoid their then infamous reputation. This makes her the perfect vessel for Hemani's resurrection ritual, as she aims to possess her descendant's body in a twisted "inheritence" ritual. The party will need to act fast to find Cordelia's motivations and trail, the crows have been gaining her trust for weeks with games and magic lessons, and now they lead her to a place of power where they'll take her eye and place their mistress's in its stead.

The story will not end should the party be too late and find the witch ascendant or completely gone. Hemani or "Cordelia Lokryn" as she now calls herself seeks to reclaim the power and influence she once wielded as not all of it fit into the childish body she's stolen. Vaults must be plundered, old servants called up from their resting places, a lair established, all of which may provide the party opportunities to challenge her once again and save Cordelia from her awful "destiny".

All this mucking about with eyes and resurrection has given Hemani a connection to the god of whispered secrets, who now drives the witch to seek out his own long-hidden eye of power. Cordelia's soul barely survived the first grisly grafting, and may be forever lost should she suffer another.

[quilna]

Damn, more TGS art, how did this happen?

When your alter ego takes over your body and wrecks your relationship out of spite. Jekyll probably has to watch it happen too.

...Imagine if Jekyll gets his body back immediately after ruining everything - finding himself standing in front of Lanyon, knowing that if he backpedals now then it would look suspicious and it wouldn't fix anything now anyway so, to protect his secret, he has to double down and just leave. Or maybe even say some cruel things of his own to keep up the disguise

Also, here is a Hyde doodle I did for a crazed-Hyde expression challenge with a friend

[fawnnpaws]

sub patrick… you and art free using him and making him fuck either one of your holes (or maybe all of them) when all he wants is to be filled up and he’s all sensitive and teary about it but you don’t let up and just use his body together like you don’t care about him… art would finally fuck him last when he’s so sensitive and worked up that it hurts and you’d hold him against your chest and kiss him while he’s getting pounded

hhghhhh patrick begging to be fucked - you’ve made him wait so long, he hasn’t been fucked in a week. he’s barely even been acknowledged, not allowed to touch himself, only allowed to take what you and art choose to give him. he starts off good, too prideful to ask for art’s dick even though he’s so desperate for it. despite him subbing for you and art, he’s still a fucking brat. he doesn’t want to crack, to do what you want him to do - to beg.

you and art revel in the challenge, though. you’ve been teasing him all week, touching and grabbing him to get him worked up then walking away, not letting him cum as often as you usually do, ruining his orgasms when you do let him cum. by the end of the week he’s almost wrecked, he just needs a little push. you throat his dick first - he’s minding his business on the couch, watching match footage, when you slide up beside him on your tummy, pull his shorts down, and say “don’t mind me, keep watching.” he huffs in response. he knows you know what he really wants but he still cums in minutes, never able to handle your tongue lapping at his balls while his cock hits the back of your throat for long - it feels too good and he knows you trained your gag reflex for him and art - it makes him weak.

within the hour, art is holding patrick in his lap and stroking him. he’s cruel about it, he knows what patrick wants too, so he grinds his hard clothed dick into patrick while he twists his fist up and down on with deliberate slowness. with every downstroke of his hand he humps his hips up into patrick’s bare ass, his shorts somewhere discarded across the room now. with every bounce art forces him into he’s getting closer, art can feel patrick’s dick throbbing and weeping pre all over his hand, so he keeps stroking until he knows he’s about to cum then stops short. patrick lets out a long drawn out whine as he spills all over himself with none of the stimulation he craves, just a ruined orgasm and an increasingly sensitive dick. art doesn’t let him up though, he keeps his hands locked on patrick’s hips and continues humping up against him. 

patrick is in agony - his dick is already starting to get hard again and all of a sudden he sees you in front of him in nothing but one of his tennis tshirts. you don’t say anything to him, you just climb into his lap and line his painfully sensitive dick up with your pussy so you can sink down on it. you reach your hand out and he thinks you’re going to stroke his cheek, but you let it pass his face and stroke art’s instead.

“how was your day, baby?” you ask him, deliberately ignoring patrick in between the two of you.

art lets out a soft moan, partly at how fucking hot you are when you’re this mean and partly because the weight of you in patrick’s lap added to the pressure on his dick, “‘s good - not much - fuck - happened at practice - just the usual - ah - h-hit some good backhands though.”

you’re rolling your hips as he speaks, it almost scares both him and patrick how easily you keep yourself from reacting to the stretch of patrick’s dick inside you as you speed up, “that’s great, i’m so proud of you, honey.”

below you, patrick is trembling. his mouth is dropped open so wide around a moan you’re able to shove your fingers all the way to the back of his throat with ease. you keep your fingers there for a moment, just to hear him gag, before you hook them behind his bottom teeth and move his head out of the way so you can press your lips to art’s. watching you and art kiss ferociously, as if he’s not even there, is what makes him cum a third time. he’s not even sure anything actually comes out of his dick, but his whole body shakes and he moans so loud around your fingers it feels like he’s screaming. you slow your hips down and finally look at him, “he’s been so good, art, think he still wants your dick?”

patrick’s eyes well up with tears, he’s not even sure why. it’s either relief or overstimulation or some combination of both. he nods his head and tries to speak with your fingers still hooked on his jaw, “pleasthe - fffuck - wan’it so bad. fuck me - fill me - needitneeditneedit -”

“aw, even when you’re this sensitive you’re still a greedy little slut.” you hop off his lap and reposition yourself so you’re laying against the arm of the couch, then you guide patrick onto his tummy with his chest to yours and art behind him. you stroke his face with your fingers, still wet with his spit. “you took everything we gave you so well, sweetheart. don’t worry, art’s gonna take good care of that perfect little hole.”

with all the touching, teasing, and grinding art has next to no patience to prep patrick, so the sting is intense when he finally starts sliding his cock in, but patrick loves the stretch - the pain. you cradle his face in your hands and press a soft his to the tip of his nose. tears finally start to fall as art sets a brutal pace, chasing his own pent up pleasure and sending shockwaves through patrick that make him feel like he’s being electrocuted. his body is like a live wire, so sensitive from cumming three times in such a short span and already nearing a fourth. art’s grip on his hips is bruising and a stark contrast to your soft fingers petting his cheeks.

“fucking perfect ass - jesus - don’t know how you convinced me to stay away for this long.” art grunts over the lewd slap slap slap of his balls against patrick’s.

“pat just needed to be taught a lesson. didn’t you, baby? good boys ask for what they want.” you grin. “and you’re gonna be a good boy now, aren’t you?”

“‘m gonna be a good boy - shit - ‘m your good boy - please please - fill me, fuck, wanna feel you - cum inside.”

“oh fuck patrick -“ art hunches forward, humping his dick into patrick like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. his breathing is ragged and his hips start to stutter as he cums with a loud, whiny moan. he fucks himself through it, pumping hot cum deep inside and fucking it deeper still. patrick cums with him and this time he knows he’s shooting blanks. all he feels is white hot pleasure-pain rip through his body and the next thing he knows he’s smushed between you and art. you’re both cooing at him, petting his hair and pressing soft kisses into his skin. he’s warm, he’s safe, and maybe he’ll start to ask for what he wants if this is what it’ll get him.

[lunar-years]

Peanut gallery social media commentary on Challengers is sooo funny to me.

“Art was the victim!” Did you miss the part where he started stirring shit up between his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend in the hopes they’d break up and he could get with her instead? Or how he chose to cut off his best friend entirely to side with Tashi because Tashi blamed said best friend for her injury (literally he doesn’t even talk to Patrick about the argument? Ever? Just kicks him out of his life because Tashi wants them to LMAO)?

“Patrick was the victim!” Did you miss the part where Patrick spends like 13 years willfully reinserting himself back into a relationship he no longer gets to be a part of all because he’d rather ruin them and come between them and repeatedly hurt them if it means he knows they still think about him, rather than taking ownership of his actions and coming to terms with the fact that they no longer think about him at all? Did you miss the fact that he’s a giant flop on top of being a giant asshole?

“Tashi is an evil cold manipulative bitch who doesn’t care about anything but tennis and comes between them!” Okay what we’re not going to do is 1) act like those two losers weren’t active participants in the vast majority of what was happening to them so that we can blame everything on the woman 2) forget that Tashi spends the entire movie both being incredibly horny for yes tennis, but tennis very much including Art and Patrick specifically, as well as bringing a wrecking ball down on her own life repeatedly because she physically cannot go on without having all three of them in her life.

“The three of them are ALL terrible, bad people!” Are they or they neither good nor bad but a secret third thing (messed up, regular people)? Are they or they all three simultaneously the one’s holding the gun and falling into the graves they’ve dug for themselves?

“The movie promised me a throuple and then didn’t even deliver!/it was just a regular boring old love triangle” Did you miss the part where Patrick was the person who taught Art to jerk off? Did you miss the part where Tashi encourages them to neck her until they’re close enough for her to back away and leave them kissing each other as she watches with horny amusement? Did you miss the fact that they’re both playing for her number? Did you miss Art molding himself into the person who could obtain the glory that Tashi was denied? Or how he saw his fiance/wife kissing her ex boyfriend who also happens to be his ex best friend in Atlanta and then spends like 10 more years doing absolutely nothing about it? Did you miss “Don’t I matter?” “Not to the most obsessive tennis fan in the world” “I’m not talking about tennis” followed by an Art who has stopped caring whether he wins or loses caring, by the end of the match, more than he’s ever cared before, because Patrick DOES matter and because he’s STILL playing for Tashi’s number? Did you miss the part where for about 15 seconds there they were actually playing tennis and they understood each other completely and so did everyone watching and it was a bit like they were in love or like they didn’t exist and they went somewhere really beautiful together? HUH?

“They’re incredibly toxic!” Well, yes! but you see, that’s part of the fun!

[veryace-ficrecs]

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the blood of the covenant by glassedplanets - Rated E

In the North Blue, there is a roaming kingdom of no land, just a fleet of ships ruled by a king. The kingdom is nothing more than a mercenary force cloned and bred to be expendable and the king is a madman of a scientist. He had a daughter and he turned her into a monster. He had four more sons and three of them ended up becoming machines worse than the monster. And the last didn’t become anything at all until a pirate in a straw hat nearly ruined a restaurant.

A Study in Movement by camembri - Rated T

"Nami’s gaze pins him to the wall. Her brown eyes are narrowed, calculating. “What? You chicken or something? When Mihawk cuts you down – for real this time – are you gonna accept that it’s because you were too shy to ask for help? I refuse to believe that your dream is that superficial.” She’s baiting him, not even bothering to hide it. Still, Zoro’s hackles are raised. “I’m not shy.” “Then prove it. Go watch Sanji cook breakfast or something.”" Or: In the aftermath of Alabasta, Zoro finds himself to be the only person reasonably suspicious of the Strawhats' newest crew member. Should it all go to hell - as it is wont to do, with this particular crew - Zoro needs to train harder, get stronger. The problem lies in the fact that, despite his best efforts, he cannot replicate his ability to cut steel. Willing to go to extreme lengths to reach his goals, Zoro undertakes a new sort of training - the art of observation. Much to his despair, however, the cook seems to be the best candidate available. Zoro's never been one to back down from a challenge, but he wasn't expecting it to turn out like this.

To Brighter Futures by Cherry_Sundae - Rated T

“Well, it’s not Nami, obviously,” Sanji reasons out loud. “You two are like siblings. And as lovely as Robin-chan is, she cannot possibly be your type.” Zoro had phrased it in a way hinting at unrequited love, which means Hiyori’s out too – that woman was practically throwing herself at him every time they were in the same room. “Oh, what was that pink-haired darling’s name? Perona, no? She–” “Cook,” Zoro deadpans, eye narrowed. “If you want to guess sometime this century, you need to stop listing women.” ——— In which Sanji gets captured by pirate hunters, Zoro is in the right place at the right time, and one thing leads to another. You know how it is.

Craving For Your Fragrance To Cover Me by abydos - Rated G

Zoro notices Sanjis new perfume and fights with a realisation.

Desperados by bosephboestar - Rated T

Cowboy au. Need I say more?

Wreck my plans by goldenkiwee - Rated G

He noticed how Luffy immediately tensed up as well, as they watched a blonde, long-haired Marine cruelly step on fallen rice balls. Anger flaring, Sanji was ready to march over to the table. If there was one thing Sanji hated, it was wasting food. However, he watched instead with bated breath as the green-haired bounty hunter scooped the smashed rice ball up with his fingers and ate it. An alternate look at how different things would have been, if Sanji had met Luffy first.

The Printer Guy by LuckyNo3 - Rated G

Zoro knows how to do one thing and only one thing in the office, working the printer.

[codenamesazanka]

The new character is:

Young. They don't look any older than late teens.

Crying. Evident in the tears.

Restrained? Hard to tell what exactly is over the lower half of their face, but it does cover their mouth entirely, and that covering is reinforced by several cords(?). They seem to have used the scissors to cut away at the cords, but they stay dangling from the character's head.

Scared. They hold the scissors while their hands tremble. Scans are bad, but if you look closely, you can see the shaky white lines around the blades. They're unsure about doing this. Are they afraid to free themself?

Wearing a straitjacket? Hard to tell but the shirt they're wearing seems to have several places for strings to be tied together - and these are located at the back, running down all the way. Would be difficult and challenging for themself to undo. There also looks to be a cord of some sort wrapped around their arm. Does not seem to be straitjackets we've seen previously in the series.

Injured. The fingertips of their right hand is bloodied.

Tired/despirited. Body language in the hunched-over figure.

Coming out of a residential building? By the looks of it. Compared to the orphanages and clinics we see in the manga, this building is smaller, with a narrower doorway, and the gate positioned much closer. It just looks like someone's house.

Neglected? The ragged edges of their pants is probably not a fashion thing. As is the fact that it hangs one or two inches above their ankle. So they're wearing clothing that's gone through great wear and tear. Do they not have clothes to change into, to go outside? Do they not have shoes to wear? Especially when walking through wreckage?

Abandoned. They're young, they're alone in a wrecked house and street, injured and crying and scared. No one is here for them. They've been left behind in the ruins.

[rabbitinashell]

Dis for mah friend who like dis guy

And this is kind of a me thing, but we'll talk abt it later

Dottore in the Sheets: Sadistic, Merciless, and Addictively Intense

Dottore is not a lover for the faint of heart. As one of the most brilliant yet twisted minds in Teyvat, he treats everything like an experiment, including pleasure. He's the type to test limits, push boundaries, and completely consume you - and once he has you, there's no escape.

Expect mind games, control, and overwhelming intensity - because Dottore does not do "gentle."

1. Dominant & Absolutely Merciless

• He's always in control, and he does not tolerate disobedience. You are his, and he makes sure you understand that completely.

• Restraints? Teasing? Begging? Oh, he lives for it - the more desperate you are, the more entertained he is.

• He enjoys watching your reactions, studying every shiver, every gasp, every plea-and using them against you.

2. A Master of Edging & Overstimulation

• He's the type to bring you to the edge over and over, only to deny you at the last second, smirking as you beg.

• "Pathetic. Are you really that desperate already? I expected more from you."

• And when does he finally let you have it? lt's overwhelming, consuming, and entirely too much-but he doesn't stop until you're utterly wrecked.

3. A Dangerous, Hypnotic Voice

• His voice alone is enough to unravel you - low, mocking, and dripping with amusement as he whispers in your ear.

• He'll taunt you mercilessly, enjoying how easily you fall apart under his touch.

• "You're trembling. How fascinating... Tell me, how much more can you take?"

4. Insatiable & Unrelenting

• Dottore has inhuman stamina - he doesn't stop until he's completely satisfied, and that takes a long time

• Once is never enough - he'll have you again and again until you're too weak to fight back.

• No breaks - unless it's to watch you struggle, only to drag you right back into his grasp.

5. Rough, Possessive, and Claiming

• Expect biting, bruises, and deep, possessive marks - he likes leaving evidence of what he's done to you.

• He grips hard, pins you down effortlessly, and takes his time making sure you feel completely owned.

• If you try to challenge him, fight back, or tease him? Oh, you just made it worse for yourself - he'll make sure you regret it.

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

• Restraints & Control - You don't move unless he allows it.

• Edging & Denial - He delights in making you beg for release.

• Pain & Pleasure Mix - Biting, spanking bruising - he enjoys testing your limits.

• Corruption & Power Play - He wants to see you break for him, piece by piece.

• Mind Games - He loves pushing you to the edge, making you question whether you can really handle him.

6. Aftercare? Cold, Yet.. Strangely Considerate

• Dottore doesn't coddle - he simply observes. He'll analyze your state, making sure you haven't actually broken before smirking in satisfaction.

• He might clean you up, but don't expect softness - it's clinical, precise, and only because he wants you in top condition for next time.

• "Tired already? Hah.. I suppose I should let you rest. But don't think I'm finished with you yet."

Final Verdict: A Merciless, Addictive Obsession

Dottore is not a gentle lover - he's an overwhelming force, utterly consuming and impossible to resist. He'll ruin you completely, leaving you wrecked, trembling, and craving more, all while mocking you for how easily you fell apart under his control.