#smut🕊

[starkeysprincess]

introducing... DOVE!READER

also known as Dove or Little Dove by Rafe

born kook whose heart is as pure as she looks, she's the sweetest yet most gentle girl you'll meet. she's very soft-spoken & doesn't have a mean bone in her body.

wears the lightest touch of makeup, preferring a more natural clean girl look. her closet is filled with floral patterns and shades of pink & white clothing & seen adorning pearl + gold jewelry.

loves everything & anything that has to do with nature and is a bit of a bookworm.

can often be found outdoors, propped against a tree, reading while having a picnic in her free time.

she's curious about things that life has to offer & often explores

the biggest lover girl in the outer banks + her friends go to her for advice.

prefers to keep things peaceful so she's often the mediator between the kooks & pogues.

[escapistgarden]

You're so addictive

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤpantysniffer!sohee x fem!reader

𓈒ㅤׂsohee is a dirty litte panty sniffer, according to my friend!

Word count: 1.0k

content warning: panty sniffing, inappropriate behavior, sexual content, pussy eating, mentions of masturbation, pervert!sohee, hand jobs, Aftercare (kind of)

authors note: idk why I did this, completely based off a friend saying he looks like a panty sniffer.

Here's part 2! |💭|

For the last few months, it feels like you've been spending more money on new panties. At first you just assumed that the local laundromats pervert was stealing them. Which of course creeped you out, so you started driving across town to do your laundry. But recently pairs that went missing have started reappearing.

Sometimes they're neatly folded inside your undergarments drawer but today you found a pair sitting on the living room couch. On first instinct you snatched them up, embarrassed that maybe your roommate Sohee had seen them. But then you thought for a second about how they even got there in the first place.

Sohee was the only other person living with you. Your old roommate moved out months ago, before the panty stealing all started. As you stood there thinking about it, Sohee came sliding out his bedroom. His face was flushed and fingers balled up around something.

My fucking panties! You marched over to him ready to confront him with aggression but you saw his wet eyes, fleshed cheeks and red nose and lost focus. This naughty little pervert has been stealing your panties. Taking them into his bedroom and rubbing his nose raw against the inner fabric. You can just imagine now, his cock hard and heavy against his hand as he pumped himself to completion with your panties pressed against his face.

For a moment you think about what to do, but your pussy has already decided for you. The wetness between your legs can't be denied and the little anger you felt is now replaced with arousal. He's looking at you with big puppy dog eyes, he's even trembling like a scared puppy. He's spewing out apology after apology but you think of a much better way he can forgive you.

"On your knees now, you dirty little pervert. Stealing and Sniffing my panties all this time?" For a split second he hesitates, nervously looking around as if he wants the floor to swallow him hole. He drops one knee at a time maintaining eye contact with you on his way down.

"I want you to apologize with your mouth." Sohee says nothing back to you, Just stares at you with glazed over eyes. You quickly grab the back of his head, leaning down over him. "Answer me"

"Yes! I really really want to, I promise I'll make it good" he finally respond. His voice is so pretty and breathy. You spread your legs and pull your dress up with your free hand. With a steady hand on the back of Sohee's head, you push him against your pussy, still covered with your pair of pink bow panties. You moan at the warmth of his breath between your legs, it's been a long time since a pretty boy went down on you.

Sohee moans too, it's a pathetic little thing. He's got his eyes closed and nosed nuzzled between your folds, wedging the fabric in deep. The pink panties now have a blooming wet spot where his nose meets. You grind forward, using his head for leverage. He whines, letting go of the panties in his hand and gripping onto your thighs for comfort.

"You like that don't you? You want to touch yourself? Get off on the scent between my legs?" You giggle, staring at him in awe, he's so lost in your folds. Sohee starts humping the air looking for any type of friction. "Yes, please let me touch myself " he's looking up at you with his big brown eyes, lashes dripping wet with tears. He's so pretty like this. On his knees serving you, begging for a chance to get off.

"I'll think about it, I want you to make me come first" he nods and pushes forward, rushing tongue first into your pussy. The first lick draws a long moan out of you, you jerk your hips up to meet his licks. He's so obedient, Sohee has stopped looking for his own pleasure and only focused on yours. He doesn't seem to mind the barrier that is your panties, Sohee licks eagerly.

You thrust your hips across his face. Grinding your pussy against his tongue. You can feel your orgasam building up. Your hips jerk forward and you let out a deep moan. You hold Sohees head against your pussy as you come. He's still lapping at it eagerly. You hiss pulling his head away. His face is wet and messy, eyes glossed over. Sohee licking his lips, lapping up your juices.

"I want to see you come Sohee" you pull back. On shakey legs you pull your panties off. When you look back at Sohee, he's gotten his cock out and he's stroking it watching you closely. You drop to your knees in front of him. He's got his eyes locked on your wet panties. Sohee moans loudly when you take those wet panties and wrap them around his cock.

"Please please, that feels so good" you start to jerk his cock for him, taking control over his speed. You lean forward, laying your head in the crook of his shoulder. He's moan softly in your ear, whining when you slow down or speed up. "You like that? My wet panties wrapped around you hard cock? I bet you've dreamed about this" he moans and mumbling a string of yes.

You lick a strip up the side of his neck. Sohee starts to slump against you, thrusting his hips to match your strokes. You don't know why you do it, maybe it's the high of being in control but you bite down on his neck. He screams, ropes of cum cover the back of your hand and his stomach. Now he's completely slumped down in your arms.

"I'll be right back, okay baby?" He responds with a hum and you jump up. In the bathroom you wet a wash cloth and grab a dry towel. When you make it back Sohee is in the same position, laid flat on his back. You make quick work of wiping him down. Sohee doesn't say much, just thanks you as you wipe away his sweat and cum.

"Thank you so much for....letting me do that.." You giggle he's so shy after doing such a vulgar act with you

."No more stealing my panties, next time just ask and I'll give you my favorite or....your favorite"

[woundedoves]

just my horny rambling

cw: degradation, ignoring safe words, collar/leash pulling, yandere thoughts, blood play, carving on skin, small cannibalism thoughts

god i wanna fuck a puppy sub so bad. just pulling on your leash while you whine like a desperate mutt, grinding your ass onto my strap while begging me to just fuck and breed you already!! you want me to knock you up yeah? ill get you so fucking full of my cum, watch it stream down to your innerthighs while your poor body is shaking from the overstimulation

aw poor little thing, but you asked for it right? if you werent such a whiny little bitch i wouldnt have had to hold you down by your nape, tie your wrists on your back and fuck those stupid little brain of yours so you would stop begging and moan my name, the one who owns you like the whore you aree<3

you can use the safeword, wont mean ill stop. im not gonna stop until i cum, love, doesn’t matter how hard you try to kick or how hard you scream, you’re gonna shake and cry as orgasm after orgasm hits that poor abused sex of yours anyways. you want it, so stop being a bad little pup and take it <3 mwah

i just love pulling on the leash when you’re eating me out and you choke on my cunt, gives the nicest little vibrations that has me rutting against your cute little tongue !! i love just tying you up and riding your face too, just using you like a sex toy to get myself off, not caring about how hard or wet you are. unless you make me cum i am not touching an inch of you, bitch

you belong to me now, all those fuckers that you’ve ever thought about better be gone from that pretty little head of yours before i carve my name on your thigh while pounding that tight little hole, you’d thrash around and cry even though i told you stay still darling!now there’s blood all over your pretty leg…

i’d lick all of it off of you, if i could just eat only you every fucking day i would. but then you’d be gone and id have no one to fuck whenever i want. yeah i may be an obsessive fucking freak but you’re a desperate one. whining and riding my strap while begging me to fuck you like a whore that needs to pay rent tomorrow . you’re the one slobbering like a fucking mutt on my clit, eating me out like your life depends on it (it does<3), gripping my thighs and bruising them when you cum so pathetically just from having your tongue on my clit

and you expect me to believe you don’t want it ?

[nekrosdolly]

C-Cock warming with Wesker thoughts?

👉👈

listen, i understand the appeal of cockwarming but as someone with a pussy, that would throw off your ph balance, and his, so fast.

anyway, here's this.

cw; cockwarming, gn!reader, reader's genitalia is nondescript, implied dom/sub dynamic, implied age gap (reader is early twenties, wesker is late forties), takes place before re5, petnames used (little dove), orgasm denial, creampie

you don't know how long you've been sitting on your boyfriend's lap with his cock buried inside you. he pays you no mind as he works on writing his lab report, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist. he's hardly said anything in the past twenty minutes and you're starting to get restless, wanting him to move or give you *something.*

"al-"

"hush, little dove. you'll get what you want in due time," he mutters, light annoyance in his voice.

his breath hitches in his throat when your walls squeeze him, the grip on his pen faltering for just a split second.

"please?" you whine quietly, shifting your hips a little.

his thinned patience snaps. a moan escapes you as starts bucking his hips up into your needy hole with impressive force and speed.

"such a needy little thing. you can't wait just a few fucking minutes for me to finish my goddamned report? " he growls into your ear, his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. his pace is breakneck, his cock hitting so deep inside you, he's in your guts.

"fuck- s-sorry, m'sorry!" you can hardly keep yourself upright, your thighs forcefully parted as he leans you forward, right over his desk. you grasp at the edge of it, your nails digging into the polished wood surface.

"like hell you are." he holds you in place as he fucks into you with a mean vigor, his stamina unmatched due to his genetic mutations. you know he's getting closer because his thrusts become frantic. it's not long before you're forced to take his cum, the white-hot liquid filling you up comfortably so. you expect him to keep going, to make you cum, too, but he leans you back against his chest instead and resumes working on his lab report. you're frustrated, his cock keeping his spend in you, but if you complain, you'll only get denied again.

[yoonstaxr]

Uma parte do meu cérebro derrete toda vez que eu lembro que o pardella tem as costas FECHADA de tatuagem tipo assim 😨😨💥💥💥🤤🤤🤤😭😭🕊🕊🕊⚰️⚰️!!!!!@@@!##!###&&(((((!#!$@$😵😵😵😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫨🫨 isso deixa ele 1000% mais gostoso e tesudo

Eu passo mal imaginando estar em um quarto que tenha espelho no teto e a cena maravilhosa que deve ser ter as mãos nas costas dele enquanto ele tá por cima botando bem gostoso e forte 😣😣😣

[creads]

bem vinda camila creads esse aqui é seu exposed!😤💥💢 gnt vcs sabiam que ela me tortura mandando coisas no chat? ELA EH DOIDA CONSTANTEMENTE TENTANDO ME MATAR! enfim, venho através desta ask pedir headcanons fofinhos/safadinhos dos pipe/matias/simon com uma lobinha gamer (que tem poster de jogo no quarto, wallpaper de personagem 2d, umas pelúcias na cama - que o matias provavelmente olharia e diria "tá com algum problema, parça?" encarando o bichinho quando ela vai no banheiro e o pipe viraria todas pr parede antes deles foderem pq se sente observado😭😭😭😭💓)

omggg laudelicia hiiii 💐🌺💞🌷💗🌸

tenho pra mim que o matias (se já não fosse gamer antes de te namorar o que as chances são baixas de acordo com as vozes da minha cabeça🙏🏻) ia logo se converter. no primeiro domingo atoa que ele passasse na sua casa enquanto você joga e ele mexe no celular ele só ia ficar vendo você jogar por uns 5 minutinhos antes de voltar a fazer as coisas dele, no próximo ia ficar mais tempo e ia ficar mais investido no jogo ainda, no próximo você ia ter um cheerleader pessoal pq ele ia ficar tipo “👏🏻👏🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻mandou ver amor”, no próximo ele ia pedir pra jogar (e ainda ia tirar uma selfie com você no colo dele e ele de fone PRINCIPALMENTE se for aquele de orelhinha de gato) e no próximo vocês iam estar xingando seus adversários enquanto jogam juntos. e sobre os pelúcias ele ia ser o completo oposto do pipe 💔💔💔 depois que te comesse e te deixar completamente idiota de tesao, enquanto você tá deitada com o rosto no peito dele este arrombadinho ia pegar a pelúcia e colocar ela perto do seu rosto e perguntar pra ela (sim ele vai fazer uma pergunta pra um objeto inanimado) “gostou do show?? 😛😛😛” e você toda 😡😡vsf matias são tipo meus filhos e ele ia com certeza meter uma patacoada do tipo 😧😧agora eles sabem que a mãe deles é uma safadaaaaaa!!!! e lauris… não queria falar nada não mas ele é o winner do cenário te chupar enquanto você tá em ligação jogando com amigos 💔💔💔 e digo mais ele ia dar a performance da VIDA dele só pra você não conter os gemidos

já simon principalmente no início seria exatamente igual a alane com a bia do brás “nossa amor você é tão criativa 🥰🥰” quando você começasse a falar sobre seus interesses pq ele é tão heterotop que ele fica tipo 👍🏻👍🏻tá bom qualquer coisa vai nos avisando 👍🏻👍🏻 mas com o tempo ia com certeza dar mais importância ao seu hobby e olhe lá pq ele também começaria a jogar com você (mas aí seriam jogos de homem tipo gta call of duty etc mas vocês se encontrariam no meio termo talvez em um the sims minecraft sei la gente da pra ver que eu não entendo muito bem de jogos kkkk???…) e ai que saco eu pensei nele todo dengosinho curvando o corpo por trás da sua cadeira e dando beijinhos no seu pescoço tipo “morrrrr já deu né vem pra cama comigo…” e sabe uma coisa 💭💭💭💭 as vezes ele arrasta sua cadeira de rodinhas até a cama sem nem dar tempo de você desligar o computador… e dito isso☝🏻ele ia AMAR gravar você sentando nele no quarto escurinho só com a luz coloridinha do seu teclado ou da tela do computador te iluminando, subindo devagarinho com a mão até seu peito apertando ele e logo depois até seu pescoço te enforcando de levinho enquanto xinga baixinho “me encanta cuando me monta así, mami” e depois ia apoiar o celular nas suas pelúcias com a câmera frontal virada pra vocês enquanto ele te come de bruços segurando seu rostinho pra você encarar a tela do celular enquanto fala no seu ouvidinho “vai querer voltar pro seu joguinho depois que eu encher essa bucetinha gostosa de leite, hm?” (e o dirty talk seria em espanhol tá amigas mas eu não confio no google tradutor então por favor finjam 🕊🕊🕊🕊)

é literalmente canon que o pipe ia virar os bichinhos pra parede 💔💔💔 e digo☝🏻mais ele não ia admitir em voz alta mas adora eles também, e o dia que você descobre isso é quando estão deitados na cama e um dos bichinhos cai e ele na maior espontaneidade do mundo “naaaaaao o [nome que ele DEU pra ele tipo um gatinho de pelúcia ia se chamar gatito ou bigodudo] caiuuu 🕊🕊🕊💔” e você 🧍🏻‍♀️como é? e aí ele 🧍🏻‍♂️ eu não disse nada. e old que você ia zoar ele até ele ficar bicudinho tipo 😡😡😡para mô que saco. e old que ele ia ficar ouvido todo giggling and kicking his feet quando você tá reclamando do jogo ou falando sobre alguma coisa legal que aconteceu todo pipo 🥰🥰🥰aiii que bonitinha ela toda nerdolinha… e também ia te fazer jogar sentada no colo dele, mas nem no jeito sexual sabe? só pq a linguagem do amor dele é toque físico então quer ficar pertinho de você por mais que você não esteja prestando atenção nele e sim no jogo. e sabe o que mais 💔💔💔💔💔 ele ia oferecer pra fazer massagem quando o jogo que você jogou pra desestressar te estressou e só ir descendo com as mãos pelas suas costas até chegar na sua bunda e quando você vai ver ele tá te chupando até você ter que colocar o travesseiro na cara pra não gemer alto 💔💔💔💔 e você ia conseguir sentir um sorrisinho na boca dele enquanto ele te chupa pq ele nunca não fica metido e pimposinho quando te deixa completamente burra só com a língua dele🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊

[cherri-balms]

♡﹕𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓! — CH.1 — Normal Girl

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A/N ﹕Chapter 1 is finally out!! I apologize if this took a little while, I have an idea for an Alastor fic brewing and if all things go well, the prologue/pilot chapter will be the next thing I post!

As always if you would like to be added to the taglist, shoot me a DM and ill get back to you asap!! <3

This chapter is primarily exposition and fluff, so there are no content warnings for this chapter aside from a brief description of making oneself vomit.

𝐄 × 𝐌/𝐅 × 𝟓.𝟐𝐤 × 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 × 𝐀𝐎𝟑

♡﹕Bring-your-reader to work day as one of the most famous idols in hell! Or, what it's really like working as one of the most famous idols in hell under the thumb of the VEES.

6:00 PM

Your alarm begins your morning with its typical assault to the ears and dragging  you out of what was once a beautiful slumber, for a while your subconscious was even able to create a darling little wonderland blend of hell and personal heaven, but all good dreams had to come to an end at sometime soon.

Sitting up, you begin your typical morning work routine of getting dressed, brushing your teeth and whatever other morning activities that needed to be done. Surrounding you are dozens of printed posters and scrolls of yourself watching you get changed, most of which being limited edition merchandise from your concerts, and almost all of them had in bold letters “MONΛRCH” somewhere on the prints. After your meeting with Vox that day, he insisted that if you were going to work with the brand of the Vees that you were to take on a stage name to said brand. Before you could go through your mental filing cabinet to find something that would fit, Vox informed you that he had already picked your name from the moment you walked in: Monarch. It took a second for you to realize, but the patterns currently adorning your body with the resemblance of a monarch butterfly made it click. Plus, you did like how powerful the name sounded.

The last step of your routine was always to consult yourself a sprint checkup on your voice synthesizer and then perform some finetuning. Your current synthesizer is nowhere close to your first one, hell the damn thing originally couldn't even get wet, nor was it surgically bolted into your neck, though the two still shared similar parts in case the need for a quick repair arose.

… Aaaand of course speak of the fallen angel, that said scenario was precisely why you keep a constant eye on the quality of your synthesizer, because the screw connecting your voice bank and vocal chords was chipped. Sure, it was minute but even the smallest imperfection could lead to rust and infection that you just couldn’t afford.

The bottom half of your dresser vanity would appear to be nothing but a foundational box with a front facing panel and some regal metalsmith carvings  if not for the card-slot keyhole poking out the right side. You keep the key hidden on your person at all times, while the contents inside hold no value in money or power you’re sure the reactions to what could be construed to be a stalkerish shrine to your boss would be the end of your reputation.

And his too you guess but you’re the cute one here.

Lifting your pointer finger to the back of your neck, using the slight dent of your nail to nudge out a tiny rectangular panel of your synthesizer. Or, it would be rectangular if not for the carefully cut notches on one of the sides.

You slip the key into the slot as far as it will reach, bypassing all 4 clicks then rewarding you with a 5th at ths decompressing tightness of the spring lock hinge. The once stiff panel now slides open, though not exactly with grace with it getting friction jammed against the frame caused by lack of use.

Not quite having time to spare getting distracted by your keepsakes you reach to the glass case to the left containing your prototype voice bank collar displayed like a diamond atop a blue silk pillow. You’re absolutely certain if  Vox discovered you still held the beta technology he would gag like you were saving a meal that's gone bad. Absolutely adorable, knowing if you’d present it to any sinner in hell it’d be easy to convince them it was state of the art, brand new.

One screw acquired and you’re out of there, locking everything the way it was before, box, vanity, bedroom door, apartment door. The commute to the VHQ could barely even be considered a walk, actually, most of the housing within a 3 mile radius of their building was ultimately owned by the Vees reserved for employees. Smart way to both keep their people in line and control exactly who’s around at all times, gotta give them credit when credit is due.

The dredging silence over the span of two months had you in an urge to claw beneath your skin to tear out the stabbing anticipation that seemed to grow within. Should that evolve into a spiral well of anxiety you'd been worried the business plan sealed in ink turned into a ghost, but you were informed before your leave that Rome wasn’t going to be built in a day so you were left with nothing to do but respect his unspoken wishes.

When the hour struck and you received the details for the date and time of your next meeting in a bare bones text, you wish you could say it put your short term torture to a close, but the years worth of screaming in static was finally going to be over. You couldn’t make time move any faster, only make yourself move faster to prepare for your next encounter with the overlord that could now be considered your master.

“Monarch! Good, right on time, Now come sit.” Your overlord spins around the chair to your direction, beckoning you his way. You silently do as you’re told sitting legs pressed together handbag in your lap, before you even had a chance to touch the zipper for your tablet he waves your hands away.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t need to bother yourself with that anymore. I’m sure you know why I called you?” By the way his smirk stretched across the screen while his left hand reached below his desk you’d nearly assume he was just as excited as you for this day. You feel your eyelids pull back and you swore your eyes reflected twice as much light than when you first sat down if you could catch a glimpse of yourself.

The device presented to you in his hands looked identical to its future self if not for the fresher coat of polish it bore. You must confess you weren’t too sure what you were envisioning for this gadget to come out looking like, actually you realized you were never imagining something metaphysical at all, the technological cure to your aid came in the mental form of an intangible concept closer to a myth. But what was before your eyes was.. actually pretty underwhelming.

It looked like nothing but a steel box speaker attached to a collar with a dial, bare and simple. You caught a peek at something poking out on the other side behind it, but it didn’t catch your interest long enough to retain the observation. You weren’t aware enough to try and hide your confusion but you may have done a better job than you thought at not letting it show since he didn’t react until you cocked your chin to the side.

“Well what are we waiting for! Let’s get this show on the road and try it out, yeah? Turn around.” You were practically standing and turned before he could even finish the command. Sharp blue needles brush over your cheeks and under strands of hair lifting them behind your ears. You make the sound of the buckles on the collar before it’s veiled over your vision and behind your neck. “Fair warning, this will definitely be painful!”

Mayhaps you should’ve taken a bigger note on what you saw behind the box earlier, because you instantly got to discover what it was as spear headed clamps bury dormant in your throat through your neck so sharp it could pierce bone. Pain didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling, it was like your brain tossed you back in time to repeat your lungs combusting to ash and your body soon reacted like you were suffering such fate again, causing you to start jumping and swatting out of the arms of your savior as if he were your next next killer.

“AAAAAAHH-aaahhhh?” Was that y- there’s no way. 

You tested again in case this was another instance of your psyche filling in the gaps of a voice once more.

“aaahhhhhh~AAAHH~~” You weren’t dreaming. What you were asking from him from the start felt like asking the impossible but the result you were given far exceeded any daydream you conjured to cope with your situation, but not only had the overlord given you a brand new voice by some miracle, the voice he gave you was the same you had in life, the same smooth melody you forgot you could produce.

You turned around to face him, this time with tears blurring your view. Not an ounce of anger from your embarrassing attack his way earlier, only intrigue in your reaction to the gift. For the first time in years, you could speak and say anything in the world you wanted and now your mind was white noise. All you could do was bow your head in gratitude, though you aren’t sure if he was expecting that just based on the noise he made after.

“Hey- woah, no need for that now, not that I’m necessarily complaining,” You raise your head and you aren’t surprised by the shadow of ego stretching his grin across the screen. “I did some investigating into your mortal life to find samples of your work to make sure your voice would be nothing short of yours! Getting hands on anything in the overworld is a royal pain in the ass, though. I hope you keep that in mind.” 

Was he jesting? You were going to keep every bolt and circuit in mind for the rest of your afterlife. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or the subtle new feeling of electrical surges flowing down the rivers of your veins, but just standing still with the amount of energy pumping in your body currently had you revived into a frankenstein marionette. 

You suppose a start could be a proper thank you, but when you attempted to mouth the words the frequency in which the simple “thank you, sir” stitched themselves together didn’t carry harmoniously, more like a broken collage of vocal pitches. Your hand cuts off your lips with a flare of pink to your cheeks, the oncoming cackling from your new boss turns that shade into deep red.

“Hahaha! I was wondering when you were gonna find that part out!” The laughter settles to a halt and he lifts a finger to wipe away a pixelated tear that doesn’t actually budge. “This model is just a beta voice bank and synthesizer, speaking will take some getting used to and once I get enough data from your use of it in the following weeks, I can begin working on improvements. I have a manual in my drawer containing the details for maintenance but for now, I have some people you need to meet.”

You were nodding your head along but you had to admit, you were not following completely. True you were unfamiliar with the recent spike in tech, but you didn’t think you were this poorly informed. You make a mental note of this as something you should start fixing asap if you were going to continue your career this way. Meanwhile, outside your thoughts, your boss is leading you to the front elevator.

Before you could prepare for a silent and awkward ride down, the TV filter breaks it again. “Oh, and can you stop with the whole “sir” talk, it’s a painfully stuffy-outdated form of addressing authority. Just address me as Vox, and everyone will know I’m your boss.” The elevator bell rings signaling the stopping floor. Your vision is brought to what looks like a madhouse production with women bustling in every direction skewing fabric across the space. It didn’t take long to put two and two together that this was some kind of clothing production, but seeing a fashion lineup in what you thought was a tech company put you in uncanny valley.

“No! No! No! Fucking disgraceful- what the hell is this shit Shae? Did you get sick all up on our silk or are you actually using vermillion and oli- VERMILLION AND FUCKING OLIVE SHAE DID YOU LEARN COLOR COORDINATION FROM THE COLOR BLIND?!” Alright that definitely drew your attention. The voice sounded like a female Gordon Ramsay for fashion instead of cooking, so it wasn’t difficult to assume she was the one in charge.

“Velvette! You’re as bitter as ever before.” The woman turns over, you had to admit her namesake fit well with her appearance and instantly the aesthetic made sense. Something about that cute white swirl she has in her hair reminded you of a sweet cheesecake frosting you could've devoured her on sight.

“Vox fuckin’ piss off mind you can’t you see I’m in the middle of somethi- who the fuck is this” Velvette squints in your direction like your appearance sucked away the rest of her eyesight. Seconds go by, and then a few more without a word being exchanged, only the next electrical surge from the nervous gulp of saliva reminding you that things didn’t have to be this way anymore.

You introduce yourself unashamed of the robotic slurred speech pattern and the face she makes could only be described as bewilderment.

“I- what in satan’s name was tha-”

“She’s mute, Velvette. Sweetheart this is the cornerstone of my little “Monarch” project I informed you of, and I actually came here to discuss that with you.”

“Wait a second the star of your new network is a mute bimbo- Vox did your motherboard circuits go fucking smooth?!” Self control was a virtue you’d mastered since life one, through thumb-tacks in your heels to schmoozing slimy pigs with deep pockets, the poker face would remain sewn to your cheeks. But here, you could feel the slightest twitch anytime this woman spoke. You couldn't give a damn how powerful she thought she was, the kinds of implications she was making towards Vox only made you want to shove bars of soap down her throat until it cleans the filth coating her mouth.

There was no fucking way you were ever going to tolerate that cunt.

The frosted blast of studio AC and diamond perfume became your standard morning welcome when clocking into work, upon so being greeted by the models and seamstresses on the floor of your first stop with your typical “good mornings” and “how are yous”. One of the newer interns approaches with multiple cardboard cup holder trays of coffee, and it didn’t take very long to find the cup with your favorite order, even if it weren’t for the bold lettering of your stage name on the outside.

You finish up your typical greetings making your way over to the dressing rooms where the rest of your stagemates are already gathered looking at the schedule. First on the docket was choreography training, no surprise since your instrumentalists were nowhere to be found, and then after lunch iss… oh wonderful! Outfit fitting! Which meant the whole afternoon with just you and Velvette.

This was going to be a perfect day, wasn’t it?

Speak of the devil and she shall not only appar, she’ll kick the front door down like it cheated on anniversary night and throw what was- probably a brand new Goeccia hand purse in the face of whomever was closest.

“EACH ONE OF YOU BETTER BE FUCKING CLOCKED AND AT YOUR POST IN THE NEXT MINUTE OR YOU’RE ALL SEWING THE ANGELIC!!KILLS LINE BY TONIGHT EVEN IF YOUR FUCKING FINGERS ARE WORN TO NUBS ARE WE CLEAR?! Now where the ever loving fuck is- There she is!!”

“Velvette!!”

The two of you run and embrace in the middle of the room like you had just returned from the great war and reuniting with your long lost lover at the end of a shitty romcom. This display, was one that also became a tradition between the two of you at the start of the work day, one you weren’t ignorant to the handful that still felt the need to eyeroll or squint.

Okay so,, your seeded disdain for Velvette was one you admittedly locked away in the vault of embarrassing memories to reap its head around only when trying to get a good night's sleep. You initially had spent the first month or so practicing every torture method known to man on the images your eyes sent you because of how she talked down to Vox like a dog, this was… before you found out she was an overlord too and suddenly the context of the relationship they shared made sense. A bitter part of the pride that landed you where you are today still wanted to leech onto any grain of malice toward her, eventually turning into a humiliating envy and possessiveness over Vox’s attention. In that span of time you made no effort to get to know Velvette or care about her work, even while she was making the outfits you wore on stage for you and she somewhat mutually felt the same about you. 

Luckily for the two of you, there was a third much more obnoxious V that was too perfect of low hanging fruit in the art if feminine hazing for you both to latch onto and find common ground on.

“I think this new hair style might be my new favorite! Locs look good on you~” Compared to how you felt the first time speaking with the prototype that sat in your vanity, the newer model of your synthesizer had a way more diverse voice bank and finetuning that made speaking feel and sound much more natural. Even with the mounds of progress from your prototype to present day, it was still obviously unnatural and robotic. These became factors that slowly mattered less as your gratitude increased, and you were content that not everyone was going to see it that way.

“See? I fucking told that nasty bed bug upstairs that I’d eat butterfly locs but what the fuck would he know when I can read my damn future in his forhead,” Velvette went a total of two minutes of the conversation before she pulled her phone out to check her instagram feed, a new accomplishment. You were proud. “Just so you’re aware by the way, Verosika Mayday announced  the release date of her Paint it Pink album like 35 minutes ago and people are already bringing your name into it. You got a lot to deliver with this upcoming tour.”

Lucifer bless Velvette for having the brain cells to keep up with surfing the modern social media tides you continuously wipe out on with every attempt. You could stomach social media enough for your job, but Velvette made sure to get you a top notch social media advisor to handle your accounts to make it seem like you were more active than you were. True as it was that your vocal synthesizer brought a new flair to the world of music; especially in the rise of electronica, techno and pop where your new voice couldn’t compare to any other sinner in the genres, this factor has also lead to a cluster headache of… Let’s just say controversy. Old fashioned demons in particular were the bane of everything you deemed holy just because how fucking annoying they were making their periodic hangups your god damn problem.

Before you could properly offer your gratitude your attention is taken by an obnoxious thump and “A-hem!” in the direction of the dressing room. Turning you can see the green lop bunny ears of your costar and you can assume she’s trying to tell you to move your ass. Drama was the last thing you had energy for so you blow a kiss goodbye to Velvette and made two shakes of a lamb's tail into the dressing rooms.

Today you didn’t need to worry about outfit planning, just something comfortable that you don’t mind sweating in for the better part of the day. A simple pair of running shorts, tank top and loafers should work more than fine for today, hopefully as long as Valentino didn’t decide to sit on today’s choreography exercises…

It wasn’t exactly the norm for dance practices for the remaining member of the V trifecta to sit in and give his shit commentary- kind critiques on your movements and appearances. If it were up to you or any of your coworkers, Valentino wouldn’t be anywhere near your production but alas, contractual standards came first. One of the stipulations upon starting your career as Monarch was your introduction to the Vee network and the ongoing partnership the three overlords held to upkeep their power within hell. Long and short, this meant that with each contract the Vees delt the other two business partner would also have to reap some sort of benefit; typically monetary gain.

In your case, Velvette easily got her reward by using your team as breathing mannequins to advertise her fashion line, not to mention she would ultimately be credited in every comment of the flashy costumes you wore at concerts and venues. Valentino’s side had free royalties to your music to play in his clubs and this usually came along with him having a say in the dances that go with the song. Every fucking time it was a Valentino session you all knew you were in for a long day of overtime, muscle pain, and playing sexual harassment bingo.

Two knocks on the door put your thoughts to a screeching halt.

“Monarch dear, are you descent~” Ah, it was your favorite voice in all of hell~ you run to the door with a skip in each step like a puppy listening for dangling keys outside the front door.

“Never~”

“Are you dressed?”

“Yes!”

“There’s the answer we’re looking for,” You welcome him inside with a pleasant “come in” and Vox follows as such. You maintain a safe distance and subtly restrain yourself by clasping your hands behind your back but you weren’t going to deny, days like today the tightrope beneath your feet of professionalism and your heartache was especially loose. You’re certain the love you felt for the man who saved your spirit was last year's news to everyone in the building, actually your “inappropriate devotion” has been the source of countless catfights among your bandmates.

“Monarch love! Horrific morning isn’t it~” You could listen to him talk all day, and when he approaches you and clasps a hand over your cheek leaning into the touch feels like second nature.

“Every day in the studio is a horrific morning, but I know that’s not what you came to talk to lil’ ol me about, isn’t it?”

“Why, you hurt me! Can’t I just start my morning visiting a beautiful painted lady?” You blink in a moment of silence until he finishes. True you loved soaking in his flattery, but not in feigned procrastination. “Valentino and I spoke this morning, or rather he threw a tantrum because I didn’t tell him I put Pomp and Circumstance on your schedule today..” 

Aaand there it is, of course you get to not only work with STI Patient-0, but he was already off to a shit mood to start the day. If the scales of fortune decide to tip your way at all during today you hope this tips in your favor, given the… technique you developed to avoid interacting with him as much as possible.

When you lift your head to meet your reflection, you have to tilt your head a bit higher than you remembered last, and your arms were now coiled around his waist. Oh, it seems matter won over mind again. The hand that once danced feathers over your cheek now caress massages in your scalp. Scandalous, sure. But there was nothing wrong with comforting a friend after a rough morning, right?

“Come, everyone else is already in the studio. Sorry I couldn’t start your day with anything pleasant, I hate being the reason you have a frown. So,” Your vision cuts into frames of bright white and a following zap, once, then twice again. In what feels like an instant Vox disappears and reappears within the electricity, but the second time he holds a brown fast food bag and a bright green M.

“OH MY GOD I LOVE MAMMONALDS! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!!” Stars of reflected light build in your eyes when you saw the bag. Reading the receipt taped to the front you can already tell the breakfast order is your favorite even down to your specific requests that made the receipt  go down past the bag but you knew the employees wouldn’t even dare try and get Vox’s order wrong. 

“Take a minute to eat and come to the studio, I didn’t get you a drink because I knew you were going to get coffee so I’ll get you a milkshake after choreography, kay?” You nod your head while already pulling out your side of hashbrowns and chowing down like a hamster nibbling a sunflower seed.

It was a sight so cute Vox wanted nothing but to squeeze you so tight your eyes pop out of your skull.

But there was no time to waste. Vox vanishes with a flicker of the lights and bolts yet again, and you take a couple last chews before you’re sure hes gone.

Standing up you make way to the connected bathroom to your dressing room and open the toilet seat. Immediately you shove two fingers into your throat and probe the back until it triggers your gag reflex enough to regurgitate every last bite you took. The slime of cheap grease and burn of overused salt always made you restrain a gag without fail anytime fast food was given to you, but god Vox just would not stop ordering that shit for you. Perhaps there was a chance you sold your “love” for Mammonalds a little too hard the first handful of times he’d gifted it to you; actually, you probably wouldn’t be in this situation at all if you just refused his offer to hand feed you a fry earlier on in your contract, and by all means you wanted to, but your body’s impulse had won that that day.

Tossing out the remaining food out of the bathroom window to the dumpster in the alley below you and flushing and cleaning any remnants of bile, you give yourself one last tidy up and make way to the next place you’re needed: the dance studio.

By some unholy miracle when you stepped out of the elevator, you weren’t met with condensed red smoke to the ceiling and a moth throwing a drink at your head. Drink or a bullet, whichever he thought would please him more.

“Fucking christ all mighty, the “Princess of the Hour!” finally arrives.” As expected, everyone had already gathered long before you while you were caught up with Velvette and Vox, the first one to greet you being the same moody green bunny from earlier, rolling her eyes and doing little jazz hands mid sentence to hammer in her sarcasm.

“Good morning to you too, Tea!! I’m glad you’re feeling well~” You made a decision to go on the dismissive today, Tea in particular always seemed to be in sour moods when it came to you being as chummy as you were with the Vees for a mere contracted soul. At the end of the day you couldn’t give less a shit about that twats petty jealousy issues if she only had the decency to keep it to damn self instead of making it your problem, and your problem at work nonetheless.

“Oh shut the fuck up Tea we aren’t in the mood for this today,” The lanky azure colored salamander man gently flicked Tea on the back of the head with a roll of the eyes and a vertical reptile blink. Out of all the members of your little group, Sirius was the closest thing you had to a voice of reason and it made him the most tolerable out of the bunch. In the corner too engrossed in their own conversations to even pay mind to any of you were two harpy girls, sisters actually. Black Marlia on the left and White Russian on the right, both of them added a much needed flare to your concerts and were the only two who could go airborne long enough to perform choreography above the stage, you liked to think they were valuable assets even if you could count the amount of times either has spoken to you on one hand.

“I hear we have to deal with Valentino’s bullshit today…” Sirius attempts to continue the conversation as the five of you start properly getting into position for when said moth comes in, it would look as if you’d all been wagging your tails for his arrival this whole time.

“You are the third to remind me of his existence today, if that number goes up I might have to fly away and leave you hanging~”

“Oh and here I thought you’d be ecstatic to be commanded by one of your masters for the better part of today.”

“Not the one who immediately calculated my ass and chest size in his head as an introduction.”

“Was he right though-”

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!” And just like that, any hope of this being a well off- or even standard Valentino work day just died on arrival. You all do exactly what he says and don’t utter a peep until he says bark. Throughout the early hours of the rehearsal, it was evident that he wanted to be here the least out of any of you which was something that as much as he made your skin crawl, you had to respect. No one likes work already but you could understand how the brand you had was so softcore in comparison to what he was used to, the whole choreograph just looked like a bunch of pillows flopping around on stage to him.

Your understanding should not be confused with sympathy however, simply put knowing how your bosses think is rule #1 when it comes to maintaining a proper work/life balance, and in this case it would be minimizing the amount of halts and rechoreographing out of nitpicks. So, while your brand was one that strayed away from deviance and sex to keep the illusion of ownership, being a bit more risqué than your typical sets here and there wasn’t a crime and would give Val more to look at even if only teasingly.

“No! No! NO THIS IS ALL FUCKING WRONG!!” Yeah who the fuck were you kidding, if you all weren’t having an orgy this jack off was never going to be pleased.

“Did you all learn how to dance in a fucking church?! Are you all such angel cunt lickers that you can’t handle presenting any TNA is that it?!”

Yeah… This was going to be a long work day…

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[celestiaras]

i posted this last night but deleted it for some reason, but who do you guys wanna see for kinktober? (niji, fsp, holo, indies, etc, preferably in my character list but feel free to ask for someone else, no promises but i wanna see :3)

[yourstrqly]

down your throat, ødegaard

pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader

warnings: smut — blowjob, also fluff because its martin ødegaard !

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Tiredly, you opened your eyes slowly, taking in the sight in front of you. There he laid, naked like God made him, his eyes focused solely on where his hand ran your left hip up and down gently. You closed your eyes once again, enjoying his touch which was far from the way he manhandled you just six hours before.

"Don't let yourself fall asleep again, min kjæreste", he whispered whilst nibbling playfully on your ear. The norwegian pet name pulled your heart strings and made you smile a little but you really had one thing on your mind and that was sleep.

Kissing your cheek as his hand roamed up your body to your throat where it stopped, squeezing it softly to get a reaction out of you.

"Come on y/n. Let's take a shower before work."

You got the point; everything pretty much smelled like sex and sweat, and it was better to take one than spray on some strong perfume right before going to work eight hours. However a voice in your head cried for an hour more sleep and the desire to do it was overwhelming.

Martin's hand wanderd to your temple, massaging it which in return made you purr like a cat. He knew how to get a reaction out of your body — you had been casual hooking up since January and it was already March. You had been single for a few months, looking for some fun and well.. he catched your eyes with his stern face as he had watched over his teammates on a night out. Normally your type was brunette, full lips and a bulky build because you craved a man who could be rough in the bedroom and be a protector but Martin didn't need to be the biggest in the room; he seemingly owned it. He was hot in a way you couldn't explain and he had more sides on him than the first glance let on. You did fall in love with him over time — you didn't only fuck for fun, no, you met up to grab some food or walk around for hours, talked every other day over phone and once in a while he asked you to be his date for an important award show.

It felt like you were already in a committed relationship.

"With you?", you sheepishly asked him, already knowing the answer. Martin grinned at you and kissed your lips to get a sweet moan from you.

"Only if you want me to."

"You bet I want you", you mumbled between wet kisses, grabbing a fistful of his golden hair. Letting him go, you rolled on your back, waiting patiently for his next step.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Please, you've fucked me good, I can't imagine walking at all." He rolled his eyes in mock irritation but nevertheless pulled you in his arms, securing you with his hands on your ass whilst you clasped your legs around his midsection, hands on his back, feeling his strong muscles work under your touch. Martin looked like one of those Greek gods without even trying.

Walking in the bathroom with you in his arms didnt seem to mind him a bit; he pinched you in the side to let you know that you arrived and dropped you to your feet. He wasn't even a head taller than you, however his aura spoke a different language, taking the full room. You starred each other down, enjoying the tension you built up. The man turned around, giving you a good view of his body as he stepped in the shower.

"Pretty girl, don't you want to lose that shirt of mine and join me?", questioned Martin who started to relax his muscles under the warm water.

Still you stood there, bitting your lips at the view which he quickly noticed and took the upper hand. He firmly gripped his hard dick, strocking up and down as he let out low moans. His head leaned against the cold tiles of his spacious shower, ignoring your presence which you didn't like. Hastily you ripped your shirt off ( one of his arsenal shirts but sharing is caring! ), opening the shower and stepping inside.

You sank to your knees, kissing the flesh of his hip bone, whilst one of your hands touched his abdomen, feeling his muscles clench under your fingertips. Despite your butterfly kisses all over his hips he didn't spare a glance at you, annoying the shit out of you so you stopped his hand from stroking and gently sucking on his tip.

Martin let out a loud groan. "Knew you wanted to put your lips on my cook, min tøs."

Motivated by his degrading wording, you began to move your mouth up, taking his dick halfway before going back to the tip, kissing and sucking it hard, elicting one of his pornographic moans. Gradually, you took it further, taking more of the length as you looked up at him and meeting his gaze. His eyes were clouded with Lust, hair wet from the water which made its way down his body.

Wanting to hear him getting louder, you opened your mouth wider to take it all in. His tip reached the back of your throat, causing you to moan on his dick. The vibration sent him extra pleasure and he couldn't stop himself to fuck himself into your mouth.

He wimmernd, chanting your name.

"Fuck y/n, I'm going to cum."

You hallowed your cheeks, pleasing him even more before he spilled down your throat, tights shaking under your fingers. You still bobbed your head along his cook, milking him off his last drop. Then you let his length out with a satisfying pop, kissing your way up to his lips, making him taste himself. Martin broke up the kiss first, his eyes holding an emotion you couldn't explain.

"I'm not letting you go, you know?", he said, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead once he turned the water off and started to towel down your body.

Jokingly you replied, not realizing what he actuallymeant. "I have to work, sunny. Can't drop everything for you."

Turning your head to meet his eyes, he gave you a waning look. You searched for the answer in his eyes, wondering what he was trying to tell you.

"It's me and you, okay? I don't want to label this", he pointed between you both, "as a casual hookup."

Your breath caught in your throat and fear spread through you. He wouldn't dump you after you sucked his dick, right?

"What do you want then if not hooking up?"

"I want you to dress up for tonight so I can take you out on a real date, yeah? I want more than just your body and I want to be able to tell everyone that we're dating." Your heart fluttered at his words and you nodded in agreement. "Fantastic. I'd fuck you but time isn't in our favour", Martin smirked, hitting your ass.

[escapistgarden]

Only you take all of me

݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ sub!bang chan x fem!reader

word count: 408

content warnings: smut, sexual content, subby channie, pussy eating, established relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), mommy kink (sorry this one came out of nowhere) , excessive use of the word pussy (so sorry), coming untouched.

authors note: this is my first time writing smut in a very long time! Please go easy on me! I hope you enjoy!

݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ thank you for reading!

you and chan have been dating for a few months now but nothing sexual has happened between you yet. Lots of Makeout sessions and clumsy fondling over the clothes. Neither of you have pushed to go any farther, so you don't bring it up.

Tonight is different for you though. You and chan have been making out on the couch for the last few minutes. Sitting in chans lap grinding your hips against his. His moans are so pretty and sweet, he whimpers when he feels your hot pussy against him.

You pull away from him, watching as he pants for air. His face is flushed and lips swollen. It's turns you on just seeing how little you have to do to turn him on. Looking at him now you feel bolder then ever.

"I want you to eat me out tonight, do you know what to do?"

He nods dumbly. You undress quickly excited to see exactly how much he knows. Soon enough your legs are spread wide and you can feel his hot breath against your folds. You reach down rubbing against your clit, the eager to please look on him makes you so wet.

He leans forward giving a kitten lick, the first taste makes him whimper. His tentative licks turn into full on hungry mouth fulls. He's eating your pussy so well, fucking his tongue in and out of your hole.

You grind your hips up to meet his face, moaning loudly as he continues to devour you. He looks up at you, mouth still glued to your pussy. Channies eyes are glassy and he's whimpering into your folds. The image alone makes your pussy gush.

"Sweet boy, keep going, eat mommy's pussy" he groans loudly, thrusting his hips into the air. He starts eating your pussy intently, eyes closed and completely focused on his job.

You grip the back of his head, pushing him down grinding your wet pussy across his face. Before you know it your tightening your hold and coming against his mouth. You can hear channie sighing against you.

"Do you need me to help you out baby?"

He looks away, Chan sits up straight and pulls his shorts down. His boxers are soaked with cum.

"Sorry mommy, I couldn't help myself"

You chuckle quietly and pull him down to your chest, "next time I'll help you out with my mouth too"

"okay mommy"

"Good boy"

[demonbanger]

Part two of the incubus ! Eustass fic cumming soon >:) , will be tagging again those who asked to be tagged in the part 1!!!

I’m very excited to say I might make this a series

// also drawing some of my fav anime boys so stay tuned for that too

[love-dove-noora]

Poison ivy

As Osamu Dazai sat at the bar, nursing his drink, he couldn't help but notice the woman sitting a few seats down from him. She was stunning, with long, flowing hair and a figure that could turn heads. But there was something about her that set her apart from the other women in the bar. Maybe it was the way she held herself, or the dangerous glint in her eye. Whatever it was, Dazai was intrigued.

He decided to strike up a conversation with her, and as they talked, he found himself drawn to her more and more. She was witty and charming, and there was an underlying current of danger that made his heart race. They shared a few drinks, and before he knew it, they were leaning in for a kiss.

It was then that Dazai felt something strange coursing through his veins. It was like his blood had turned to ice, and his body was suddenly numb. He pulled away from the woman, gasping for air, and looked at her in shock.

"What did you do to me?" he whispered, his eyes wide with fear. The woman smirked, her lips red and full. "Just a little taste of my power," she purred. "I'm like poison ivy, darling. Seductive, secretive, and sadistic."

But despite his fear, Dazai couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. There was something about the woman that called to him, something dangerous and alluring. He knew he should run, should get as far away from her as possible. But instead, he leaned in closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I think we should go somewhere more private," he said, his voice low and husky.

The woman smiled, and together they slipped out of the bar and into the night. They walked for a while, until they found themselves in a deserted alleyway. The woman pressed Dazai against the wall, her lips on his neck, her hands roaming his body.

Dazai felt the icy numbness creeping up on him again, but he didn't care. He was lost in the moment, lost in the heat of the woman's touch. He knew it was dangerous, knew he was playing with fire. But he couldn't help himself.

But even as he cursed himself for being so foolish, Dazai couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He knew that he would see the woman again, and that the danger would only grow more intense. And he couldn't wait.

[nekrosdolly]

Hey is it okay if you could write a fic where the reader uses the safe word for Albert Wesker, im curious on what you think about that. If not, then I hope you have a nice day!

hiiii anon! i'm not taking requests for full fics but i will definitely indulge you with a ficlet since i haven't written anything like this for re5 wesker yet! (also you're never a bother don't think you are <𝟑)

quick cw here; cnc (consensual nonconsensual), degradation, collaring + leashing, bdsm elements, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wesker sub!afab!reader, hurt/comfort aspects, reader is wearing a skirt

albert's been more brutal than ever, his grip on your hips so hard you fear they'll break. he's stressed- that much is apparent just from looking at him- furrowed brows, a fierce frown, and threateningly red eyes behind his shades.

that's why you're here, though. his cock is buried in you so deep you can feel it in your gut, the fat head nearly piercing your cervix with every single thrust he gives. his words are mean and normally, you'd like them, but today is weird for you, too. you're not yourself today and you'd hoped, that by putting on your collar and surrendering yourself to him like you do often, you'd feel better. you don't. if he can tell something is wrong, he doesn't say it. you have a safeword for a reason. your noises are quiet and muffled with your head being shoved into the couch cushions. the way he's filling you is heavenly, but you're not in the right headspace. it worsens when he tugs on your leash.

"umbrella!" the safeword you two agreed on leaves your lips in a sob, and you're a wreck. it's a hard stop, a means for you to get out of any scene that became too much and skip to aftercare.

the scene falls- he pulls out and takes your collar off, tucks himself in his pants, and straightens out your skirt before he even thinks about trying to move you into a different position.

"i'm here, darling. it's alright. i'm going to move you so you're on your back, alright?" he places his hand high on your back, between your shoulder blades to negate anything sexual about his touch. you nod weakly, quiet little sobs escaping you. he gets out from between your legs and flips you over so you're able to breathe easier and so he can soothe you better.

he's by your side within seconds, knelt beside the couch and fixing your shirt to cover your breasts. his other hand cups your face, giving you something to hold on to.

"shh, dove, it's going to be alright. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you." he takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles. you shake your head lightly.

"not your fault. i just don't feel right today." you mumble, turning on your side to face him properly. he sighs, his eyes not as red anymore, and kisses your forehead.

"you should have told me earlier, sweet thing." his worry for you becomes visible as he removes his sunglasses and sets them aside. your tears are less severe now that he's comforting you, your body not shaking as much. you ache from his rough treatment, however.

"i know. i'm sorry." he strokes your hair, a small "tsk" leaving him.

"it's just fine. come, let's get you cleaned up." he picks you up bridal-style with ease, your head resting against his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom. standing would be a lot for you right now and he knows that, so he sets you down on the bathroom counter with a kiss to your temple and runs you a bath.

you're as still as a doll as he undresses you, kissing every inch of you to further reassure you of his love. he's sweeter than usual for the rest of the night- practically coddling you- because he knows you need it like he needs you.

[yoonstaxr]

Esteban vestido de mulher alugou uma mansão na minha mente e eu estou surtabdo com isso 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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♡﹕𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓! — PROLOGUE

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A/N﹕YAY I FINALLY FINISHED THE PROLOGUE FOR MY FIRST SERIES!

This is the first full fledged fanfic I have written in a long time, I hope anyone who finds this finds it enjoyable, I had a fun time writing this prologue chapter and I currently have around a 10-12 chapter vision for this series as it stands, but if this proves to be something you guys like I will be happy to extend the series! I do plan to create a tag list, if you would like to be added shoot me a DM and I will add you to the list! As always any replies will be made through our main acc @caravan-mad!

This prologue pretty much gives most if not all the information about the reader aside from important plot details. I wanted the reader's demon form and time period to be as ambiguous as possible and limit the use of Y/N, the reader in this story has allegories to butterflies.

Not all chapters will have warnings nor does this one, however the full fic will contain dark content and will be under the dead dove do not eat tag.

Some content will include but are not limited to: Unhealthy relationship dynamics, N.SFW, Unrequited love, Yandere themes, Dubcon, and pretty much any tag youd find listed in Hazbin Hotel tbh

𝐄 × 𝐌/𝐅 × 𝟐.𝟔𝐤 × 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 × 𝐀𝐎𝟑

♡﹕Bored at work performing repetitive choreography and pleasing faceless demons, you find yourself reminiscing on life, death, and limbo.

♫ envy baby ~ ♫

“Lights clear? Sounds clear?” 

“We’ve been fucking over this Steven! We’ll know it’s clear when they finally stop tuning our shit-” 

“Anne chill, we still have six minutes till airing. Don’t waste all your energy on the roadie.” 

“That crowd doesn’t seem to be getting any quieter does it…” The little imp’s observations were now only being met by eyerolls and silent treatment by the two drummer girls as the completed instruments silenced in countdown. 

Lights crew above, sounds crew from behind, and effects team surround. The way every single backstage member of your cast would run and scurry around you to get their various tasks done always made you think of little mice, rats even, so worked up making sure everything was in perfect position before those curtains had a chance to stop separating you, from them.

It was cute enough to make you laugh as though you were still a highschool girl.

“Broadcasting live in 60 seconds!” Dark blue scene lighting begins to fade your entire surrounding to a pitch black, and among doing so freezes your little mice into statues all around. Only the tiniest crack in the fabric ahead illuminated the space with a sharp vertical line down the curves of the figure that stands as the adorning center piece of this particular attraction. Roaring bass brings about a quake to the stage beneath your feet, queuing time for you to give your puppies a treat.

“Awwwe~ Did we leave you waiting long?” The volume of pure passionate devotion always rang to your ears louder than any electrical speaker could achieve. 

The wave of the new future adorned in electrical inventions was something you’ve always been prepared to face; why even in the faint blur of the overworld it was all the grown ups could ever yap enough of! No, that wasn’t where that bitter taste came from.

In the full truth of things, you just never knew you’d stick around long enough to bear full witness to its infection of mankind.

Oh come on. Who are we kidding right now?

“Hi. I wanna people save, all right? ”

You’ve never been more liberated.

“You’re in m-my way!!”

Your eyes have but a second to adjust to the flood of bright neon before life hits play once again. The choreography you, and and the other 4 devils fanned out beside you have programmed into your bodies for the past months flow across the stage with ease. among the camera men you can make out the mass of waving pen lights stirred ablaze after the long anticipation, oh how you love they always use the color dearest to your heart…

“The tightrope falls, broken by others”

Once you felt the rushing high of the stage the first time around tolerance for it subsided immediately after. You’ve seen the looks on those poor saps down in the front row, each one hyper fixated on every movement you make wishing they could be you, or be up here with you.

And of course, you all flash them bright smiles, longing gazes and praise them with verses of purity more fitting for the angelic souls looming up above. Customer service is the utmost desired, as they say!

“What a lady, she’s gonna jump

towards the light and shatter humiliatingly”

Actually, can you even remember when your first performance was? How old were you even? All of this came from a cheap shot of gaining a few quick pennies back in the day. Landing yourself a handsome and rich husband with the filth you wore on your back was the first childhood dream you found dead on arrival, but what you were cursed in status you were blessed with the cuteness that made kittens hiss in envy. To say you had “the voice of a goddess” would mayhaps be a bit too presumptuous, but who were you to refute the compliment when it came your way?

Well, maybe trying to parse through finding the day your career debuted or took off was a fool's errand, but the moment it ended certainly still remains as a burned film stuck to your mind. You stopped caring about the “Oh woes me~ what did I do to deserve this~” a long time ago. Still, the punishment you received in death far exceeded what you ever did to earn in your eyes, more so than your sentencing of eternal damnation.

“High and without care I’m lonely, lonely”

Right on que, as always every time you reach exactly 32 seconds into your first song the intrusive memory flashes the same images of the past over your current reality it almost feels as if you were stuck suffering that fate again each time.

You wish there was more to say on the matter of your demise, but there’s only a brief two second window between staring down some heckling loud mouth making a scene in the crowd and a bomb beneath the stage going off before your soul is falling down under the earth’s crust as a blazing comet onto the asphalt below.

And two days before your 21st birthday too are you serious?! UN-Fucking believable!

“From their idle words, the clown becomes a prisoner”

The only thing you wanted to do was scream in the immense burning agony you were suffering until the whole world knew the kind of pain you were in, but each time you cried not even a croak could get past your scorched throat

Even after the blazes subsided and your charred cocoon was all that was left behind, the inferno decided your vocal chords were going to be its payment.

…. That was it?

This was your payout…

And after all that work…

“It’s the same love as always, no way I’d have regrets”

Surreal didn’t even begin to describe what became of the following weeks, months, you haven’t a clue. The construct of night and day seemed to mean jack in the bizzare wonderland of maddness holding you, only so much telling what shade of putrid red in the sky was darker than the same shade of fucking red from two hours ago! What a productive way to spend your newfound endless time!

Every aspect of this place made you absolutely sick, enough so to have you still praying you just were drugged and having the worst trip of your fucking life, but the horror in maddness is the consistency that lies between the lines. You’re certain that damned illuminated “WELCOME TO HELL!” sign and the stranger you befriended in the mirror was that line that made you finally cave.

“Hey, it's a amazing.”

Honestly, you couldn’t say what specifically led you into the epiphany you had, all of a sudden one day you heard a sudden snapping sound in your conscience, and like that everything made sense to you. Why your life was snuffed before you could emerge from your cocoon, why your makers deemed this your new home, and why that bomb taking your life just wasn’t enough to deem your afterlife a hell.

There was a certain liberation that came with hell that you were never going to get being the glowing little diamond you were in human society, through terrorism, cannibalism and bloodshed one thing would remain a constant throughout devil society. No one would ever give a damn about anything.

Hell became your fucking playground by the time your first extermination came around, and keeping on the move while broke as shit was a cakewalk this time around, but your first encounter with an overlord after catching your foot in the grave in the casino humbled your inflating ego. Chaos for society did not necessarily mean chaos without hierarchy, and going without a voice to call your own put you at an extreme disadvantage.

“LA-LA-LA!”

The crescendo of the opener is right around the corner, for the leading front and center of your group your vocals and choreography had primarily remained reserved for backup. The primary color of lights among the crowd made the obvious clear with who the majority of these demons were here to see, your manager was aware of this more than anyone else.

Your fans tended to be aware of this for a majority of your shows, your parts in particular tended to stand out even as mere background vocals.

“I’m ready for this this lover baby! 

My garden of love is in danger from a drawing hand. 

Truly, this this lover’s crazy! 

In the garden of harm, the bud of a human is a lie-ai-a!”

Sinners rejoice once the solo everyone was edging towards drops with the bass of the loudspeakers and the flares of the strobes above. The pitches your vocals were now capable of hitting and the frequency you were able to synthesize between notes wasn’t just inhuman, it was impossible for any singer whose notes carried on oxygen.

Your manager always made it a note in the writing room or when creating your setlists that overfeeding wolves with delicious treats would dull the taste over time, your solo singles often did well enough to prove this didn’t need to always be the case, but whenever it came to the business decisions you always put your full trust in him. Where you are standing right now is more than enough proof in your eyes that he knew exactly where and when to move his pawns, and in doing so he turned you into a valiant queen.

“Ah! I love you and even things about you I probably shouldn’t love 

I love you too much, on a count of one and two 

Lie-lie loving you, such words 

and doing such things, you’re in m-my way!”

Survival was of the least of your concerns after so much time had passed, but survival was all you could find yourself able to do in your forced retirement. Where you yearn for character in sound you were able to temporarily find when turning to radio, but living vicariously only quenches so much before greed starts cozying up within.

Plausible excuses for your laziness were wearing thinner by the day, even the last sane smolder of human morality trying to keep itself sparked wanted nothing more than to argue you weren’t supposed to be living to the fullest in hell, but the mute silence in your throat was beginning to phase your memory of the voice your inner conscience called its own too, and you'd sooner go mad trying than wither away again a fucking waste.

“Here comes the love maniac who never misses,

Stack up all the whining,

Fall in a high-fi love lie-ai-a!”

Overlords were still beings that had you nauseous upon first glance, your first meeting of one of these overlords had you vowing to never end up in the claws of one again, should you find yourself in a deal you can’t unbind yourself out of. Pride stuck thick to the roof of your mouth and there was nothing more you wanted to do than stick to your morals and prove use on your own, but reality had pelted you with stones throughout your entire afterlife.

You were going to need to write out a loan before you’d find yourself with any ounce of power to call your own, not like you didn’t have options for whom to choose! Even so, you needed to keep a steady head and an even sharper nose. In your ponderance you'd come to realize there was only really one option for you to go to this whole time. Maybe that gambling kitty taught you a valuable lesson on staking bets in the long run.

“Copy their acting and keep the truth hidden

Stacking three and lonely, lonely 

You’re surely a clown, a prisoner”

A bet on the future was what you were going to stake it all on.

“Copy their acting and keep the truth hidden

Stacking three and lonely, lonely 

You’re surely a clown, a prisoner”

Everything about how the world operated changed so rapidly from the days walking in the sunlight to your eternal party in the redlight, the wave of the future had finally hit with the promise for a solution to everyones problems. There couldn’t have been any better timing, if technology was going to be the way of the future, who's to say you couldn’t prove what was achievable? Like that, you had your sales pitch. The hardest part on your end was complete.

“Hey, it's a amazing.

LA-LA-LA!”

“So you were a singer in life and lost your voice in death, and just what the fuck made you think I was the man to go to for this?” Those were the magic words you were waiting for, with his composure shaken it wasn’t long before he was the one asking the questions and allowing the ball to move into your court. Your fingers dance on the illuminated tablet laying on the table once again before you flip it over toward his direction.

~Have your inventions not made it to that level of advancement yet?

Hook, line, and sinker. You had a hunch a passive aggressive challenge toward the ego would be what ultimately won you over with any overlord you chose, but the speed in which he stood from his desk and held out his hand, it felt almost too easy.

“If it’s a new voice you wish to invest in, consider your stocks opened, Monarch!” Finally…

“I’m ready for this this lover baby! 

My garden of love is in danger from a drawing hand.”

“Now for what you have to offer me,” You don’t care. “I hope you weren’t planning on extorting me out of a generous gift and then making the big bucks with it, hm?” These overlords just love to hear themselves go on.

“Truly, this this lover’s crazy! 

In the garden of harm, the bud of a human is a lie-ai-a!”

“I suppose I could just issue a royalty for your voice, after all you wouldn’t be making a sound without my tech. Lucky for you, I’ve been having fleeting thoughts of entering the music industry. So why not invest in each other instead~”

“Ah I love you and even things about you I probably shouldn’t love 

I love you too much, on a count of one and two”

Being owned by an overlord in the end wasn’t so bad, or maybe this is the fated “stockholm syndrome” everyone seems to be crying about these days. Either way, the biggest price you had to pay in the end was just having someone else do all the “business” part in show business.

Naive maybe, but rosey eyed you weren't. For all that he’s done you still fail to see how your end of the deal has in any way repaid what’s given, which can only lead to one thing down the line. You were going to have to give him your everything.

… Yet, how could you find yourself ungrateful to someone who fulfilled your afterlife dream and still continued to provide for you?

“Lie-lie loving you, such words and even such things, they’re in m-my way!”

The audience went absolutely ballistic at the final group pose signifying the end of your opening set, some of the really hardcore fans in the front row you swore passed out the second eye contact was made.

Yet when you turn your chin upward to the VIP section after performing your tricks so well, all you’re met with is a turned back and a schmoozed up producer instead of a tasty bone.

“Thank each and every one of you for coming to see us tonight!!” No, you only wanted him to come out to see you.

Only you.

Hey, Vox?

Can you just turn your stupid flat head this way?