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[starpoweredv1b]

lamb to the slaughter

tw. fem pov, spanking, legal age gap, dub-con, predator/prey-ish kink, blood kink (?), degradation, rough and painful sex, size kink, choking, tba

thinking about bestfriend's dad!sylus and how he's very strict but has a soft spot for you because you make his angel so happy but also because of the way your curves look in those clothes you like to wear, the way you looked at him through your lashes when you spoke to his way taller self, and especially the way you yelped or whimpered.

don't get him wrong. he loves strong women. his wife, his kid, they're all strong women. but you? you scratched an inner primal part of his brain that wishes to break things. the one that makes his heart race when he has someone's pulse in his hands as they beg for their life. his pretty little lamb. god he wanted to mark your pretty skin and cover you in blood. rip you apart into shreds as you cry all pretty and unravel beneath his touch.

so when the ultimate opportunity of all opportunities presented itself in the form of his wife being away on a work trip and his daughter being sound asleep during your sleepover with her, sylus got his big break. he was seated on his couch, fingers swirling a glass of his favourite wine to aerate it when you descended down the stairs.

now anybody else would be wearing less revealing clothes when sleeping over at someone's house especially when their dad was home. but not you, his sweet little naiive lamb. you were there in your pretty shorts showing delicious skin. skin that he would love nothing more than to sink his canines into. maybe lap up the blood when the skin breaks. the vein in his clenched jaw twitched.

his red irises trailed your form as you stumbled all sleepy to his kitchen, tiptoeing to get a glass on one of the higher shelves. the one with the cute cat print on it. the one reserved for his wife. your audacity was truly something else. the way your shirt rode up your skin, exposing tantalising slivers. he finds himself standing up, adjusting the bulge in his slacks as he walked towards your unsuspecting form.

"the guests' cups are in the cupboards."

he says in that smooth drawl of his, fingernails tapping the side of his wine glass before he sets it down. he had a lazy smirk, an eyebrow cocked as he scans your form the way a wolf would from behind the fence when they see lambs. sweet, delicious, lambs.

"s-shoot, sorry mr s! i was not aware of that!"

mr s. what a stupid nickname. but coming from you, he found it amusing if anything. cute, even. he waved it off dismissively.

"it's quite alright, little lamb. you just incurred your very first strike."

you looked at him all wide eyed and parted lips. unsure of how to even respond. a strike from the infamous leader of the onychinus during a sleepover with his daughter was not something you could have prepared for in any way. you could see the way his pupils dilate and ate at the reds of his iris. you swallowed softly, instinctively stumbling away from his tall imposing figure only to end up dropping the cup. the shattering sound pierced through the tension.

"and that's two strikes."

he says with your chin between his forefingers, held in a firm grip. that was how you found yourself bent over his office desk, your own panties stuffed in between your teeth as he spanked your ass, watching it go taut with each swat of his belt. it was beginning to darken, fat droplets of slick beginning to roll down the sides of your spread legs from your inner thighs. he wondered how translucent your panties would be if he were to remove your shorts from where it pulled and latched around your ankles.

"you're doing surprisingly well, little lamb."

he taunts, leaning over. his stiff bulge pressing against the curve of your ass as he bends over to whisper against the shell of your ear.

"that's very unfortunate...for you."

he says before delivering a sharp stinging blow to your wet pussy, the loud squelching sound resounding in his spacious office mingling with your pained grunt. he clamped his fingers onto your scalp, tugging your head back to give you a mocking forehead kiss as he licks your tears.

"the faster you break, the easier it'll all get..."

he whispered before nipping at your ear lobe. with both your hands held behind your back by his larger ones and your thighs kept apart by his long muscular legs, you felt him free your head only to unzip his fly. he swiftly secured his belt around your neck. the buckle's tightness just shy of lethal, leather pressing on your throat as he yanked it backwards to make you look into his eyes.

"it's going to hurt...but you'll take it for me won't you, little lamb?"

he says in that drawl of his. as if all he was asking for was a simple favour and not to spear you open on his fat cock that nestled between the zipper of his slacks. tip leaking with pre as he slides it over and over between your slick folds. with a firm tug that almost cut off your breathing entirely, he thrusted into you in one fell swoop. the tip of his cock nudged against your cervix and the stretch made you cry out. your knuckles began to whiten from how hard you were gripping the edges of the table. he gently tucks away your hair with small cooing tuts before thrusting inside again.

you began gasping for air, the panties in your mouth and the leather around your throat doing little to help. your fingers began to scramble at your neck, desperate for air. for mercy. he groaned at the pathetic sight, going impossibly faster and harder. you could feel him rubbing the back of your navel from how your lower tummy pressed against the table edge. your vision began to turn spotty with fuzzy black dots and your eyes began to roll.

"so tight- hff- maybe next time i'll have to carve out this pussy to hng- make space, hm?"

his threats and brutality made your traitorous body grow wetter. his groans and grunts of pleasure only spurred you on even more. you've never been treated so roughly before. your whole body rocking with the table, both of which would surely be left with marks all over. he reached down and pinched your clit harshly as he released the tightness around your throat.

you gasped, the rush of unrestricted air into your lungs mixed with the sharp pain making you double over as you coughed. weak spurts of your cum sputtering out as you clenched around him. he groaned as he pulled out, cumming all over your bruised ass. he was panting as he rubbed the cum into your stinging bruised cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze before letting you stumble to the floor right on where it hurt most.

he felt the same rush of power that usually came before a kill. you looked so beautifully pathetic, snivelling and crying at his feet with your legs all splayed out and his cum staining the backs of your thighs. the sight of your puffy pussy made his cock twitch against his stained slacks. had it been just the two of you, he would have fucked you over and over. made you bleed and beg and wail beneath him. but sylus was a patient man. he could wait until next time.

he carried your weakened form onto his table and handed you a napkin. you watched through your tears as he tucked his still hard cock away and zipped up his pants, white hair sticking to his forehead from working up a sweat. he tilts your head back and poured some wine between your lips, eyes tracing where it dribbled and seeped into your shirt.

"there, that should help with the soreness."

he says simply before setting the glass down once more. he leans in, lips ghosting over your bruised ones as he traced the side of your jaw.

"until strike three, little lamb."

[windybluebelles]

Petition for all the dark haired kids wearing red hoodies to have gamer tags floating above their heads like in Minecraft.

DC why tf is there so many of them, why do you never give them any other distinctive features????

[acoustic-crayons]

"Why, someone is getting tired of my cooking,"

If y'all like good John Dory angst with some HickDory side severing, you should read AhkiKris's fic Guilty As Sin?

This particular drawling is based on the chapter 18 cooking scene!

[below the cut for a bonus yandere joke pic]

"They're probably wondering where you are. If Branch and I weren't on okay terms, he'd probably think I kidnapped you."

This is what happens when you make jokes about kidnaping and yanderes in the comments with the author lol

BTW They don't have tails or anything in fic so the actual ficart reflects that. This silly extra piece on the other hand is free game lol

[reinafish]

DARK SONIC‼️‼️ Chat this genuinely was just supposed to be a sketch uhm-

Alt ^_^:

[wickjump]

oh the art of goring your comfort characters in increasingly brutal ways will never cease to provide me joy in the darkest of times. yes, gay boy, break down near entirely after weeks if not months of isolation and torture, becoming a husk of yourself, only for you to be dragged back to the surface when someone you love is shoved into your cell. yes…. i love unrealistic angsty situations…..

[that-random-person-again]

I enjoyed this game

[felixtheunfortunatelyfortunate]

eat the rich

[rabid-orannge]

GOLDEN PRINCE LOOOOREEEEEEE

So, basically, once upon a time there were Golden Prince and Pink Princess who were brother and sister, and they both had territories within the playrooms. One day, the Princess grew jealous and staged a coup, feeding her brother a poisoned cake. When he got sick, she kicked him out and took all the territory for herself. The Prince somehow wandered into the hospital halls, territory of Betty Nurse. He was lucky enough to be found by Betty. The poison literally ate a hole through him and he was falling apart, but Betty managed to put him back together, even if she had to replace half of his organs in the process (they were damaged beyond repair). However, she couldn't save everything and the whole ordeal left the Golden Prince with a lame leg (that's why he uses a cane) and some other complications (Betty had to put in some additional stuff during the operations to mitigate them)

Also, Golden Prince is not and never was a human, his anatomy is waaay different from ours

[purplecatghostposts]

Do you have any headcanons on what Brian, Alex and Jay’a backstory’s are like?

I personally give them dark back stories and that’s why they we’re so easily manipulated

I mean honestly I think they were easily manipulated because they were just regular guys before! I do have some details of their backstories (including pre-MH stuff) that I stick with though:

Brian

- Single mother and only kid. Dad skipped out, Brian resents him more than his mother does because she doesn’t like to waste time thinking about him

- Brian and his mother were close, he called her pretty frequently. His missing poster was the first to go up when he stopped responding

- In at least two scenes showing Pre-MH, nobody knows where Brian is despite him being needed for a scene in one and them hanging out at his house for another. Because of this, I often HC that Brian was frequently losing time and waking up in weird places due to the Operator around this time. Not wanting to worry anyone however, he kept this to himself and always tried to play it off as something else

- While Brian and Tim were never officially roommates, they talked about it a lot and planned to do it next semester, though unfortunately never got that far

- Brian has been openly bisexual since he was young, even if he didn’t have a label for it back then. He got some shit for it, most of it being pretty backhanded stuff considering he was popular

- He met Alex during Freshman Orientation at college and immediately clocked him as bisexual before Alex officially came out to him

- While Brian is a popular guy and gets along with a lot of people, he only has a few close friends because he chooses them wisely. He had a handful of not so great ‘friends’ in High School that he’s no longer in contact with and is subtly wary with most relationships going forward

Alex

- Didn’t fully realize he was bisexual until High School but stayed deep in the closet until he could move out

- His family (of which Alex is the third kid of four) is largely shitty on top of being homophobic, especially his father, and he cuts off all contact when he moves out for college. He didn’t tell them what college he was going to either, leaving in the middle of the night

- The only family he IS in contact with and has a good relationship with is his cousin and his husband, as they’re the only other gay people in the family (though technically disowned, not that Alex cares) and have always been more of a family to Alex than his actual one. They got really worried when Alex sends Rocky up to live with them but they take good care of Rocky. When he drops off the map, they are the people who eventually call in a missing person report for him

- Alex got Rocky in High School and took him with him when he left. When shit goes on with the Operator, Alex sends Rocky to live with his cousin out of fear that something will happen to him if he doesn’t. Rocky outlives Alex because of this.

- Alex met Amy in a shared class in his Freshman Year. They end up dating about three months after but eventually in her second year, Amy ends up transferring to a different college in order to pursue her degree as the other college had better options. They remain long distance and visit each other as much as they can

Jay

- Him and his Moms have always been the odd ones out in their town so Jay was pretty used to the idea that people were always gonna find something to dislike about him no matter what he did and he might as well be himself if that’s the case

- Openly gay for as long as he can remember

- Didn’t really have a whole lot of friends growing up but fortunately while enduring some bullying, also knew how to snap back in a way to make them back off. Eventually everyone knew to just leave him alone

- His family, while living comfortably, has always been careful with money, causing Jay to pick up the same habits. He saved a ton of money before college and always has at least a dozen of coupons in his wallet

- When Jay stops answering calls, his moms went looking for him themselves. They’re used to only relying on each other so they don’t bother with the police. They find answers, just not the ones they want, but Tim is always welcomed to the Merrick Household. No matter how much he blames himself, they know otherwise. Call it mother’s intuition.

- Jay had a TON of cats growing up so he’s very friendly with them and can spout Cat Facts at any given moment

[autistic-katara]

…please guys just shut up for the love of god

[diapause]

not that I've spoken about things this personal on here in years but I'm very likely going to the police soon with hard evidence of what was done to me as a child so. wish me luck

[acoustic-crayons]

Little Cooper Doodle

[erinerror144]

TW: Unwanted pregnancy, past r@pe, abandonment issues (is that a warning-? Better safe than sorry) fucked up demon customs and gender dysphoria? Maybe??

Idk I was feeling shitty alright?

Is pregnancy a warning? Well it's unwanted so-

Maybe I should not post this- eh

DON'T IGNORE THE WARNINGS

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"I'm alone..I'm truly alone papa..mama...I'm trapped in a future you're not in...I'm mated but my mate wants nothing to do with me...I'm pregnant but I don't know what to do...h-he is done with me...a-and I don't think any of them know that I'm pregnant...I don't even have a place to raise my kit...and what if they decide I'm too dangerous for the kit and take my baby away...? I-I know they'd be right...and it'd probably be for the best as I..I have no idea what I'm doing...but my kit is the only one I have now....what do I do...? He mated me and basically threw me away...no demon would want what's left after that....even if they take my kit..no demon would want to even associate with me...a-and everyone is acting like they did no wrong....how....? How when they planned to take me from you forever and did it...? When he claimed me when I had no idea what he was even doing...? When I kept saying no and stop and begging him to even explain why he was touching me this much and why it hurt and felt good and-...." he stopped, a sob forcing it's way out of his throat, "And somehow I'm the bad guy...? When they were the ones to break my mind and twist my life...? When they forced me to leave my home and live with him because we're demons and I'm already claimed and pregnant....now I don't have a home..I don't have anyone....." he stopped as he curled up against his father's grave, sitting between the two graves that were hidden deep under ground.

[arctasy]

shelby’s recent statement on twitter

[iii-of-ender]

pics under cut (no blood)

@gracklecracklepop

erm. a blue jay has been massacred in my yard

[dumpster-fire-rats]