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[groenendaze]

finch is just. so cute. please look at him

[miupow]

I beg u for some crave hyuka thoughts pls 😥😥😥

im gonna end up making one of these 4 every member aren't i... first this ask and then one for soobin… i can see where this is going (i love it)

CRAVEVERSE ; werewolf!hueningkai headcanons .ᐟ ♡

cw ⸝⸝ sfw + nsfw hcs .ᐟ werewolf!hk (and werewolf!rest of txt) , fem!reader , no dark content warning for these hcs but general dark content warning for crave as an au. unprotected sex, gangbang mention, knotting, size kink, creampies, group sex, anal mention, possessive and protective behavior, pervy kai hehe

SFW ;

-> crave!kai who is the sweetest of them all!! has been so sweet and kind since he first met you, a genuine friend to turn to when the others are being so obtuse and mean :(

-> crave!kai who has the least control over his wolfish instincts though, both from being the youngest and from being only a half blooded wolf. he can get so aggressive if you piss him off, to the point he’s genuinely dangerous to be around.. he can’t help it though, and he always feels like garbage afterwards once he’s calmed down :( he can just crack. despite being such a sweetheart, you can’t help but still be a little afraid of him…

-> crave!kai who is always looking out for you! you can always count on him to tell you the truth, defend you, stick by your side… unlike his brothers, he loves humans, and by extension he loves you! such a cute silly human girl <3 so small and soft and cuddly

-> crave!kai who loves cuddles, loves scenting you, makes him purr like a kitty when you pet his head and let him muzzle into you!! is very physically affectionate and always giving you tight bear hugs <3

-> crave!kai who sees you as a person and not as an object. who loves listening to your stories about your life before them, who loves talking with you, spending time with you, getting to know you. who he falls in love with because of who she is as a person, not because of some divine instincts.

-> crave!kai who is babied by his older brothers, and he hates it so much though he never puts it into words.. he’s tired of being treated like he’s a stupid pup, he’s a man!! and you make him feel so manly when he provides and takes care of you…

-> crave!kai whos personality takes a complete 180 if he’s ever set off, possessive or jealous or territorial. a violent angry beast you don’t even recognize…

-> crave!kai whos overall ur biggest simp and ur biggest fan !! probably the most down bad just behind yeonjun lol (i imagine reader as older than tyunning in crave so take that as you will… tyunning x their noona kink will always be famous)

NSFW ; (under the cut!)

-> crave!kai who is still a juvenile in werewolf terms even if he is an adult by human standards. he’s not fully matured into his instincts or his powers, and therefore they control him more than he controls them . he hasn’t even had his first run yet by the time you come into his life, but maybe the pretty human girl always around him sets off his first rut cycle …

-> crave!kai who doesn’t know how to deal with any of his wolfish feelings! can’t help but be so embarrassed about how obsessive he’s become about marking, mating, and breeding, protecting his territory, providing for what’s his. he used to never feel like that before!!

-> crave!kai who needs to be held back from ruining you completely during his rut <3 first time he ever goes into rut he loses himself and hurts you!! and baby just feels so bad about it!! needs a hyung to show him how to control himself while breeding you good <3

-> crave!kai who has a big fat dick he doesn’t know how to use !! so big it scares you a little w a knot that’s even fatter , cums so much it gets everywhere, spills out from where he’s plugged you up and drools down your thighs in a nasty creamy mess

-> crave!kai with the biggest size kink in the world, who gets hard as a rock from seeing just how tiny you r next to him and his big broad frame.. he feels so protective over u :( even when he’s splitting you open while you cry that his cock won’t fit and he’s shushing you that it will, trust him, just relax! still so protective…

-> crave!kai who while being protective doesn’t mind sharing you with the others, likes watching you get gangbanged ruined from every hole n turned into a breeding cumdump <3

-> crave!kai who loves anal, who gets teased for it because it goes against his instincts but he just loves it so much omg

[mo2k]

EMBARRASSING / ANNOYING MOMENTS 💀

featuring. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi, reo, sae, rin, barou, shidou

warnings. bad grammar, cracks, little cursed words, kinda suggestive in shidou’s

bam’s note. this weird pleasure while writing this, my oh my <3

isagi. you were resting on a bench when he offered to go buy you ice cream. as he walked back with the cones in his hand. he suddenly stumbled on an unknown rock and faceplanted. he also got nosebleed, by the way.

bachira. is one to jump the last few steps of the stairs. it is just today there is some malfunctions. he haphazardly slip and instead let his lower back & butt slide down the steps. it swells and hurts like shit.

chigiri. can’t go on a day without biting you. from your lips, fingers, waist, to thighs. he claims he just can’t resist the urge to sink his teeth in your squishy flesh. now this is your sign to buy a muzzle.

kunigami. is toned with sexy muscles. and he always throws his clothing so carelessly. one day after practice, he threw his shorts and they strike into your face mightily causing you to almost fall on your back.

nagi. it’s the new attack movement that was updated in his game. and he was obsessed with it. in his dream he was rampaging some monsters’ camp and accidentally pulled that move in real life. his elbow bumped vigorously straight into your nose. critical hit, nagi.

reo. it was your anniversary. before you come back, he wants to surprise you in the most romantic way a man could do. he tried to set up the candles and rose petals. however, it looks more like he was about to set your apartment on fire. (he ended up calling his butler)

sae. you were watching his practice so he tryna look hot. running his hand from his chin to his beautiful hair, that was his plan. but boy forgot he’s been practicing for hours. and when the sweats touched his eyes, he cried in pain.

rin. he works really hard when he practices. which more often than not left him beyond exhausted each day. and you offered your shoulder for him to take a nap on the ride home. after a while, your shoulder felt somewhat wet. yes, he drooled your shoulder. he almost pull his hair out when he woke up. (a stream of saliva still pour from his mouth)

barou. couldn’t accept the sight of your room. you just invited him for a sleepover and cuddle. though it turned into him rearranging / cleaning every corners of your room anew whilst rapping moody complaints and instructions on how to properly tidy up one’s house.

shidou. has a habit of groping / slapping your ass. either he’s pissed or jealous or whatever he would reach for your butt. he does it too often and does it too shamelessly. even in front of the audience before his game starts or amidst his teammates. a smug smirk on his face, always.

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[dollwritesarchive]

one of my favorite headcanons for dio is that he doesn't allow his darling to wear panties. maybe even forbids it. he just loves easy access <3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, edging, fingering, little bit of degradation/humiliation because dio is and always will be a big meanie, almost blade play ( his sharp ass nails ), suggested past abuse / sexual conditioning ( from dio ), orgasm denial / control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ it’s always a good day when i get to write filth for the man, the myth, the legend: dio brando. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Do you even have the faintest clue why panties are forbidden, pet?” Dio asks, without looking up from the book resting against his crossed knees. “Page.”

with your fingers trembling, you obediently flip the page he’s done reading, shaking your head with a muffled and shy, “Nn— Nn.” with the hemming of your skirt stuffed into your mouth, you’re forced to bite down on it and keep it in place, high and out of the way of your vampire lord’s malignant digits.

the room was icy cold, but you weren’t trembling because of that. your thighs were shaking and sticky from his constant, torturously slow stroking of your sex. the length of his finger slotting between your weeping folds to probe, and you clench around air with a timid whimper. then, his thick knuckle grazed in circles, until your back arched and you tried to ride it. he would, then satisfied with your desperation to be stretched open, drag the sharpest point of his dagger-like, abysmal nail to tease your tender clit, threaten to cut into you.

your body wants to jerk back, escape his cruel taunting, but you were trained much better than that. you stood as still as you could, with your knees bent inwards against each other so that they don’t buckle, and watch his hand disappear between your legs as he tenderizes your sex, and then reappear a few moments later, sticky with your essence.

“No?” he teases, quirking a brow, but his crimson eyes stay locked on the page he’s currently reading, “Of course not. Why should you? After all, does a lapdog understand why it is that her master smacks her muzzle for yapping too loudly? Or does she simply accept that to yowl incessantly will get her popped in her pretty, little face?” there were memories behind his metaphor— the scariest moments of your time with Dio, when you disobeyed or annoyed him. you, too, had found your cheek stinging from his massive palm making contact, and had been banished from his lap to sleep on the cold, hard stone floor for your insolence.

“Page.”

you turn to the next. and you nod to show that you understand: it didn’t matter if you knew why Dio put the rules in place that he did for you, all that mattered was that you obeyed them.

“But, I will tell you.” two fingers worm their way to spread your netherlips apart, and you mewl and grip bundles of chiffon with your teeth, saliva soaking through the fabric. “I will never allow you to wear panties because of this right here. How easy it is to edge your soft, warm cunt when she’s completely exposed. Vulnerable.” when you shudder at the sordid way each syllable rolls off his sinful tongue, you catch a peek at his impish grin, before he jabs his middle finger against your entrance, with just enough force to feel your canal try to welcome the digit in, but he doesn’t slip it inside.

“L—Lord D—Dio!” you cry, the need to feel him take you all but overwhelming and you careen against his hand, hoping to coerce his fingers inside, “P—pleeeethhh…” you mumble, slurred, through your makeshift gag.

“I will have your little cunt drooling and tender for me whenever I please. Like she is right now, so hungry for cock that you can hardly stay upright. Milking air, wishing, begging for me to fuck it. You want me right now, don’t you? You want nothing more than for me to hollow you out? Break your body and your mind with my cock?”

you nod fervently, eyelids heavy with lust from his words alone, and your hips twitch and wriggle, whining for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

his eyes turn up from the page, and stare at your visage, nearly convulsing on his palm, before his tongue scrapes over a pearly fang, one signature dimple visible in the candlelight as he croons. “How much longer can you take this teasing, I wonder? Minutes? Hours?” you were shaking your head, hot tears in the corners of your eyes, but he kept going, as if he enjoyed how nervous the idea of being edged for hours made you. how frightened it made you. “Or perhaps, I leave you soiled and needy now, and play with you every day following, you’ll wake up, tied to my bed, with me between your legs, sucking on your sugary cunt— bringing you right to the very cusp of orgasm and then snatching it away from you no matter how you beg and cry for a release, until you’re so sensitive that the very sound of my voice in the dark alone forces you to cum.” your eyes roll back, defeated and moaning pathetically as he pulls his hand back from between your hips. your jaw hangs slack; the skirt of your dress sagging back into a skewed version of its place, and Dio shoves his dripping fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste just how badly you want him, pushing them deep until you gurgle and choke on them. “The possibilities to torment you are endless and exciting, my love, and that’s why you will never wear panties again. Turn the Page.”

[kadentherabbit]

Your fear is my pleasure.

This fic includes: Gun play, Kai being Kai, grinding against a boot, degradation, shitty writing, Kai may be ooc :(, Female reader…?, left on a cliff hanger, orgasm denial.

Divider by: @/osakiiz

The cold metallic feeling of the gun pressing further against your teeth filled your mouth; it had faintly reminded you of the taste of blood. Yet, you were snapped from your thoughts when Kai pushed his boot further against your heated core, causing a whimper to slip from your mouth, the gun still pressed against the top of it.

Kai had assured you that the gun was unloaded, even dropping a few of the bullets in front of you, but you weren’t exactly sure he had emptied the entire chamber. Thinking was the least of your worries as the muzzle was pushed down your throat with more force than before, you could tell he was getting more irritated by the moment.

“Now…I think you’re starting to understand the consequences your actions have, right lamb?”

You weren’t sure if he was expecting a response since you couldn’t give him one. The more you tried to speak, the more drool coated the gun, lips tightly wrapped around it before your tongue followed suit and treated the gun like it was your divine ruler's cock.

A lack of breath suddenly came over you, prompting you to pull away so you could take a deep breath. That pissed Kai off, his hand immediately grasping into your soft hair and yanking you back around his gun.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk, you never learn, it’s honestly shameful and for such a slut like you,”

It's been nearly an hour of just sitting at his knees and pleasuring the gun rather than him or yourself; it's painful. Your hips rutting against the leather of Kai's boot once more, the only pleasure you seemed to be getting tonight.

The movement of your hips didn’t slow, nor did the movements of your tongue or lips. Kai noticed as your eyes slightly rolled back and your bare heat leaked against the leather like a desperate puppy. He knew you were close, and he wasn’t having it.

"All of my attempts to get you to learn, like a good lamb, have been for nothing? Why would I let you finish when all you've proven is your ability to be desperate?"

His tone was harsh; it was always harsh. You expect nothing less from him. Kai yanked his boot from underneath you, the gun followed suit after a moment, dropping it onto the carpet next to you, large hands moving away from your hair and going to tug at the zipper of his jeans.

“You’re going to have to prove to your divine ruler that you can be worthy, hopefully you don’t fuck that up too,”

(Thank you to everyone who voted in my poll <3)

[verysium]

some hcs abt the bllk boys doing modeling shoots as pro-players? (like what they’d model for and the ways they captivate their audiences and stuff)? ty and love ur works btw 💞💞🫡

idk why but this ask made my brain freeze up and refuse to write anything for 3 days, so apologies if this is late anon:

sae would be so done. i mean....he walked out on a literal interview, so what makes you think he won't walk out on a photoshoot? he probably hates the very idea of plastering his face all over billboards and magazines. but his manager said that he was in desperate need of good publicity, especially after that stunt he pulled with the last commercial endorsement. if sae was forced to model though, he'd definitely be as stiff as a board. no facial expressions whatsoever and always sticks to one pose. oftentimes, this involves him facing the wall and only showing half his face. if the photographer wants a full frontal, he's going to have to deal with sae's "i don't want to be here and i'm being held hostage" face. even if sae does try smiling, it looks more like a grimace. the only redeeming quality here is that he is good-looking. if you look at the official art, he doesn't even have to try to get all of you drooling over him. that face card does not decline. like ever. so the shoots usually wrap up pretty quickly because out of the 100 images taken, at least half are going to be usable. he's photogenic from any angle.

kaiser would strike a pose for everything, even his own mugshot. i picture him as that one johnny depp advertisement for dior sauvage. blue lighting. a silk blouse with the top button open to show off a sliver of his sculpted chest. his hair is slicked back with gel, and his knuckles are decorated with silver rings. the tattoo just pulls everything together. if not a perfume commercial, then i think he'd model for adidas or some other german brand (maybe even a beer company if he's old enough). i don't think he has any trouble with the actual modeling part of process. he knows how to flaunt himself. the only issue is that kaiser is a lazy perfectionist. he would show up late to the shoots and then stays even later just looking through the shots and choosing which ones to include. puts a lot of time and effort into things like this. after all, his image and his brand are important to him.

shidou would be sponsored by an energy drink brand. like red bull or monster. if not that, then axe body spray lol. as for modeling, i feel like he wouldn't be able to sit still. probably pulls out crazy poses that piss the photographers off on purpose. it always cracks me up how one of his first appearances in the manga is him being muzzled and restrained in a straitjacket inside blue lock's time-out zone. he's so chaotic. you would have to hold him down and shove the camera into his face to actually get a good shot. i also picture him wearing lots of black leather, maybe even silver jewelry (eg. studs, piercings). and of course, you can't forget the hot pink accents.

isagi would model for family-friendly brands. if not that, then just japanese brands in general. i imagine him doing skincare commercials for shiseido or maybe even participating in a campaign for UNIQLO. as for modeling, he would be awkward at first but then gradually get the hang of it. always thanks the team afterwards and is very mindful of the photographer's suggestions. everyone says he is a pleasure to work with.

rin would model for luxury watch brands like TAG heuer or IWC. maybe when he grows older and further develops his career, he might even become an ambassador for louis vuitton or bulgari. overall, his advertisements are very elegant and professional. only endorses high quality products. never looks at the shots afterwards because he hates looking at his own face. gets somewhat embarrassed when his mama points out his billboards and makes clippings of his magazine covers. he absolutely flipped when a brand suggested that he do a collaboration with his brother. so when this collaboration actually did take place, it was like a repeat of the whole messi-ronaldo photoshoot. they didn't actually meet on set. they were just photoshopped together into the same frame.

barou models for calvin klein. lots of denim and shirtless photos. all of the staff got nosebleeds, and his fanbase went wild when the issue was finally released. there's this one image his fans worship religiously where he's posing in his boxers and there's a clear shot of his abs and happy trail. (he's so hot wtf) there's also another shot that wasn't used cus a million people would've been deceased. he's standing there with his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and wearing nothing underneath his denim jacket. his hair is also down, and his skin is all sun-kissed and golden.

reo models streetwear, and this is canon because he has the drip. honestly, his duality needs to be studied because he can go from high class gentleman to bad boy who wears chains and knuckle rings. he'd try all different sorts of styles, and he'd look good doing it. out of all the bllk boys, i feel like reo gets the most sponsorship deals because of his versatility. he does the styling, hair, makeup, posing, editing, etc. honestly, they need to hire him as a creative director already. nagi would tag along behind the scenes, but he'd end up scrolling on his phone the entire day.

[artlyloser]

[ID: Mostly black and white illustration of Laios from Dungeon Meshi. He is looking at the viewer with feral gold eyes and clawing at a muzzle on his face. His teeth are sharp and drooling. The background is solid black with sketchy red letters indicating he's growling. END ID]

Nah he don't bite I promise <3

[ohbo-ohno]

Love the idea of freshly kidnapped reader trying to bite soap when he gets too close and he coos at her, squishing her cheeks together ‘til her lips form a cute pout. “That’s cute, do it again and I’ll break your jaw.”

Then proceeds to fuck her in doggy, a foot on her head, a hand on her asscheek - squeezing from time to time and slapping it until she squeaks, and the other hand holding her arms behind her back as leverage.

Ghost just mindlessly scrolling on his phone beside them, not doing anything about their kitten’s little cries. With her arms practically tied up, and head mushed against the wet pillow from the drool of her leaking mouth, there’s no way she’d be able to scratch or bite now.

After Johnny’s rough fucking, darling cries - in need of some loving atp, that’s where Simon comes in. Tells his pup to lube his dick up by sucking it, before entering reader in missionary. Not letting her break eyecontact. He drives himself fully into her, slow but hard thrusts.

“You did this to yourself. Be good, and you’ll get treated nicely. Be bad again, and you’ll experience so much worse.”

Then he makes out with her. Lovingly <3

godddd i really don't write nearly enough mean soap. i write mostly either ghoap or ghoap x reader, and i always soften (for lack of a better word) both of them when i add in a reader, but i do lovelovelove the idea of soap being rougher and meaner with his pretty girl :(

i really do think soap is largely driven by his instincts. he's impulsive, and when he doesn't need to slow down and think, he doesn't. he wants to fuck you, so he does. you piss him off, so he's angry, so he takes it out on your body. he's got no reason to force himself to slow down when you couldn't leave him no matter what he does <3 the only restriction he has is from ghost, and simon's usually pretty willing to let johnny rough you up when you've been bad (it's a good reminder of your place, and simon loves the way you get all huffy and glare at johnny the next day, he thinks you're adorable)

btw im thinking of soap fucking you so hard that he nearly passes out himself, flops to his back next to you panting once he's come down, and doesn't have enough energy to properly suck ghost's cock :/ ghost gets to fuck two limp holes since johnny did all the hard work for him <3

also i loooove dark fics with the abuser actively hurting their victim but saying "it didn't have to be like this, i could've been nice". for some reason i don't care to examine that victim blaming reallyyyyy works for me lmao. ghost cradling you close and going "hush, i know, johnny got mean, huh? i coulda stopped him, y'know. coulda tugged his leash, maybe gotten him a muzzle, but you needed to learn, lovie. needed him to show you how mean he could be, make you see how nice he usually is. you didn't like him being mean, did you? no? i know, lovie, i know, so you're gonna behave now, aren't you?"

[annaofaza]

"Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent." Written for day 3 of @vashwoodweek. Set in TriMax/TriStamp soup universe.

After Wolfwood gets them shelter for the night, he slams the adjoining door to their rooms shut and cranks open the window.

He still can’t believe Vash is alive and not scattered across the cosmos or the ruin of JuLai in pieces. He still can’t believe Vash is snoring in the next room over, drool pooling onto his pillow, his head wound wrapped up in strips from the motel towels.

And he still can’t believe Vash is acting like the same self-sacrificial idiot when they first met.

Not even bothering to turn on the light, Wolfwood sets a dish on the windowsill with a clatter, yanking out his last carton of cigarettes and lighter before shucking off his jacket and throwing it onto the bed.

The night air is cold and clear, the cherry a tiny dot of flame, and for a few minutes, he hangs his face outside, closing his eyes, allowing the chill to freeze the inside of his nostrils and pebble goosebumps up his bare arms, then brings the cigarette to his lips.

How is it after all these years, that spikey-haired moron still drives him crazy?

“Violence,” Vash had blearily murmured, before passing out on the bed, “is the last refuge of the incompetent.”

Wolfwood feels his world go white, sharply inhaling the smoke in one long deep breath. His other hand clenches on the windowsill.

How dare Vash—the Humanoid Typhoon—judge him? How dare he call Wolfwood a coward? Hasn’t he told the idiot time and time again that he would have to make a decision, that bad things will happen anyway, that doing nothing doesn’t stop people from dying? Has Vash wandered around in a fairy tale world for the last 150 years?

No, he imagines Vash saying, perched up criss-crossed on his bed, the same pose he’d affected in the years Wolfwood spent wandering. He even has the same turquoise prosthetic, the voluminous red coat. Don’t you remember what I told you? Didn’t you see my scars? Nai believed what you did—that only his violence would stop the endless cycle of violence on this planet. Was he right, then?

No! But you wanted to find a way that would save the humans, the plants, and him. How did that work out, huh?

He turns away from the visage on his bed, staring harder at the two moons, luminous and silverly. Wolfwood flexes his fist, tosses his cigarette out the window, and lights another. Do you know what that did to me? To Meryl? How can you still think the same damn way?

Vash, screaming at him over another body. Vash, indignant and furious in a way that never applies to himself. Vash, who refused Wolfwood's offer to be able to save his own life before he has to face Knives—even more dangerous—a second time.

Do you care? Do you want that to happen again?

Wolfwood recalls Rai-Dei face down in the dirt, the clench of Vash’s fingers tight in his fist, the unyielding press of the muzzle against his forehead—not the first time, not the last. He’s experienced violence long before Chapel put a gun in his hands. Wasn’t starvation an act of violence? Wasn’t whatever Livio went through violence? Wasn’t what happened every day to Vash violence?

But violence set him free. Violence encaged him but liberated him. Chapel had made him; Wolfwood had unmade him. Incompetent? Violence saved his goddamn life!

But it didn’t, Vash reminds him. You still kill. You still hurt. You still choose to pull the trigger. You’re caught up in it, every day.

But is it my fault?

Vash pauses. No. It’s not.

Wolfwood's heart tightens in his chest. Vash is looking at him, pursed lips, naked sympathy in his eyes. He wants to grab him, shake him, kiss him.

Then what do you want me to do, if you won't make a choice?

Vash is silent.

"So you don't know everything, tongari," he mutters to himself, knowing deep in his bones he'll try to finish what he didn't even start, back on that rooftop. "And you'll just die again."

The last cigarette drops onto the floor, and Wolfwood grinds it to ashes with the heel of his boot.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Guilt & Revenge: Set Up For Failure

Whumptober, Day 3: Set Up For Failure

Guilt & Revenge Masterlist

Finally, one of these turning out the way I'd planned it. Hope you enjoy, please lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

TWs: muzzle & gag, being tied up/immobalized with rope, sort-of failed escape attempt, past torture, threats of torture, captivity

Amber had a muzzle strapped to his face. The muzzle even had a gag, so his mouth was forced open and he couldn’t speak. He had to struggle to even breathe. He was completely immobilized with rope; legs tied to each other and his arms tied to his torso. He wiggled around on the floor like a helpless little worm. It would have been funny, he thought, if it wasn’t for the circumstances. Wiggling on the floor like a helpless worm. 

There were three of them today- everyone except Eileen. That was something, at least. It could have been worse. It had been worse.

Hugo opened the door of his cell, and Amber tried to glare at him, but he didn't even step inside. Instead, he spoke to Amber, before even touching him. “You’re free to go.”, he said.

What??? Was he really? Could he finally leave? Get out? Go home? Why would they do that? Weren’t they afraid he’d go to the police? Amber’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Surely this was a trick. It had to be. But he hoped to high heaven it wasn’t. He just wanted out.

“All you have to do is walk out of your cell, and we’ll let you.” 

For a second it seemed unreal. Just walk out and he’d be free? But as he moved to do just that, his hope sank into fear. He was tied up. Of course.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. Amber tried to wiggle himself to the door. Maybe, if he could just get out of the cell, maybe that would count. Maybe that would be enough.

He could feel Mercedes and Paul’s disapproving glares. He wished he could glare back, or bite out an insult at them, but he was too busy trying to wiggle himself to freedom. And the wiggling hurt- it was aggravating all his injuries. And fuck… he was so tired. He kept trying, regardless.

“What, don’t you want to leave?”, Hugo taunted, “You know what we’ll do to you if you stay, right? We’ll keep torturing you. Like you did to us.” 

Amber wanted to roll his eyes. He never did anything like this. Yeah, stealing lunches, pulling pigtails, and pushing kids into mud wasn’t very nice of him, and he regretted it, but this was extreme. They had just been kids. 

He inhaled sharply when he wiggled in a way that tore open a scab. Fuck. Shit. Agh.

He wasn’t getting any CLOSER. He was causing himself extra pain and it wasn’t getting him any closer to leaving! FUCK!

He wanted to cry out of sheer desperation, but he couldn’t bring himself to give up yet. He had to get out. Even as he could feel the weight of disapproval in the room, the taunts from Hugo landing like physical blows to his resolve.

“We’ll whip you again. Electrocute you. Choke you. All you gotta do is leave, and you can avoid it. What’s wrong? Don’t wanna leave? Do you like being hurt?”

The rocking of the boat was disorienting, and the unsteadiness only increased Amber’s desperation. He wanted off, he wanted out, he wanted to LEAVE. He tried to time his wiggles better along with the soft sway of the boat, but he struggled. Most of his wiggles were badly timed, and accomplished absolutely nothing. The drool in his mouth leaked slightly over his lips, and he struggled to swallow. He couldn’t even wipe away the drool on his face… he’d bet he looked pathetic right about now. He could almost summon one fuck to give. Almost.

He wined out. It would be much easier to leave if he wasn’t tied up. Surely they knew that. It was probably the point. Amber wanted to cry.

“Oh, well… Obviously, you want to stay. And, well, if you want pain.. I’m all too glad to oblige.” Hugo stepped into the cell, picking Amber up by the ropes. Amber gave up on trying to not sob. He could hear the smirk in Mercedes’ voice when she spoke up, 

“That’s more like it.”

Paul stayed silent. Amber barely noticed.

He sobbed. The inevitability of it all hit him, or rather, his helplessness. Nothing he could have possibly done would have prevented what was about to happen, whatever pain he was about to endure. Even if he’d, impossibly, managed to get out of the cell, they wouldn’t have let him leave. It was just a taunt. A way for them to break his mind, his spirit, as well as his body. He hated the thought for even daring to cross his mind but.. it had worked, too.

He scrunched his eyes closed. It hadn’t. It hadn’t “worked”. That was bullshit. If they wanted to hurt him, he was still gonna make it as hard on them as he could. He would fight and scream and struggle.

Struggling, in all possible meanings of the word, seemed to be the only thing he’d been doing lately.

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[myymi]

if im not too late with the drabbles;

tails has a really bad nightmare about westside (parent abandonment or another traumatic incident) and he goes to his big bro sonic for some emotional support and cuddles

feel free to ignore this if they arent open :)

word count-1369

ao3

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He’s tired of running.

He’s tired of being chased.

But he doesn’t want to get hurt, so he keeps running despite how out of breath he was.

That is, until a figure steps out in front of him, causing him to skid to a stop.

Their head was a blurry mess, which he assumes is because of the tears in his eyes.

Somewhere in his mind he knows the real reason, but he doesn’t get much chance to think on it when more blurry figures surround him.

The forest scenery he’d been running through started morphing into other things. The village, the beach, other clearings around the island, until everything went black.

Everything but those damn figures.

They approached him, causing him to shrink down. He couldn’t do anything. They were blocking any chance of running, and everyone knows he’s far too weak to fight back.

His breathing quickened even more as he curled into him, biting down sobs as he prayed to some God out there to protect him despite knowing nobody would do anything for him.

He was a deformed freak. Why would someone save him?

One of the figures grabbed him, and then everything disappeared.

He was trapped in an endless void as voices bounced around the air, insults worse than anything you could think of thrown at him from every angle.

He just had to take it.

Covering his ears did nothing to drown it out.

A few voices were more prominent than the others. He recognized them.

How could he not, when they were laughing about how much better their life was now that he was no longer a part of it?

The voices eventually merged into one, the sentence being repeated over and over.

It started as some random one he’d heard years ago, then morphed into those of his ex-family’s. His older brother, mother, hell even his father despite the fact he hadn’t heard his voice since he was one year old.

It didn’t stop changing.

It eventually morphed into his new family.

First, Shadow.

Next, Rouge.

Vector, Cream, Silver, Espio, Charmy.

Amy then Knuckles. Until, finally..

It was Sonic.

“Why would anyone want a freak like you in their family?”

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Tails’ eyes shot open, breathing uneven and he felt his fur sticking to his skin in the most uncomfortable ways possible due to all the sweat.

His quick breaths slowed as he looked around, recognizing his bedroom.

He was fine.

No one was chasing him.

With a groan, the fox pushed himself into a sitting position. He brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, pausing when he felt the trail of tears on his muzzle.

He swallowed dryly, suddenly feeling very dehydrated. He glanced at his digital clock as he pulled his blanket off to the side, not caring about neatening it. He had to wash it and his sheets anyway because of all the sweat.

3:37 AM.

Tails wiped away his tears as he exited his room, socked feet taking careful steps on instinct to avoid all the creaky planks.

He hated the noise they made. He really needed to fix it.

The kit used the wall for support as he descended down the stairs. He took a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen.

He stopped in the living room.

Sonic was on his couch, sprawled out in a way that could not be comfortable in any way. Drool spilled from the corner of the hedgehog’s mouth, snores louder than most of the fox’s machinery filled the air.

Tails wanted to roll his eyes at the scene. It wasn’t unusual for Sonic to crash at his place unexpectedly–he did have a key–but did he always have to use the couch? He had a bedroom of his own for this specific reason.

But the fox’s breath felt caught in his throat at the sight of the older, his nightmare flooding his brain full force.

“Why would anyone want a freak like you in their family?”

His ears pressed against his head as new tears piled in the corner of his eyes. He swiped at them, but more immediately took their place.

His breathing started picking up pace and, before he knew it, he was in front of Sonic, his ungloved paw hovering above the hedgehog’s shoulder.

He forced his body to freeze, biting his inner cheek.

Tails is 8 years old now. He shouldn’t be running to his big brother because of a bad dream. He’s old enough to deal with these on his own.

But no matter how hard his mind begs his body to leave the teen be, it’s a losing battle.

His hand makes contact with the hedgehog’s shoulder, shaking it as softly as he can to tell the other he’s not a threat.

“Why would anyone want a freak like you in their family?”

With a grunt, Sonic’s eyes slowly opened as he looked up to see who woke him. Tails immediately regrets it, the teen looks exhausted.

That exhaustion seemed to disappear when Sonic saw the tears welled up in the younger’s eyes.

“You okay?” His voice was groggy, still catching up to the rest of his body being awake. The little fox shook his head as the teen sat up.

“C’mere, kid.” Sonic gave him a sympathetic smile as he opened his arms, inviting the kit to lay on him. Tears finally spilled over as Tails crawled into his hero’s arms.

Sonic shushed the younger, his left hand petting the kit’s head as his right held him close. The kid buried his head into the older’s neck, hiding his tears.

“D’ya have a bad dream, bud?” The teen asked quietly, his head leaning against the fox’s as he gently rocked them.Tails’ head bobbed ever so slightly, hands gripping the hedgehog with a strength you wouldn’t expect an eight year old to possess.

Sonic hummed, letting the kit know he heard him as he continued the slow rocks and gentle pets. He kept it up until the sobs quieted, the death grip on his back easing as the younger pulled away.

The hedgehog frowned at the sight of his brother’s face. It was obvious he had been crying even before waking the teen up, his eyes were too red and his fur was a complete mess.

“Wanna talk?” The older asked, using the hand that was petting the fox to wipe away his tears.

“I-It–” Tails shook his head and leaned into the touch, “It was just.. Bad memories. Westside.” The kit tried not to talk too much, his throat feeling scratchy. He needed some water, but he didn’t want to get up.

“Again?” Sonic frowned. The fox had been having a lot of nightmares about Westside recently.

“I-I know, I’m sorry.” The boy bit his lip, suddenly thinking that this was a terrible idea.

“No, don’t apologize, li’l bro. Not your fault.” The teen pulled the younger into another hug, feeling how much he was shaking.

“Still. I-It’s childish to run to you every time.” Tails grumbled, but he didn’t pull away from the hug. He cuddled into his hero, his namesakes providing them warmth as they curled around.

“Nothin’ wrong with being childish. Or needing help.” Sonic shook his head. He had to break the kit free from that thought process, but he just couldn’t figure out how to do it.

The fox didn’t respond, just closed his eyes as he worked on evening out his breath.

The teen hummed as he moved to lay back down, pulling the cover over the two of them without releasing his hold on his little brother.

“Get some sleep, buddy.” Sonic whispered as he scratched the spot behind Tails’ ears to help ease him. “We can deal with it in the morning.”

The fox nodded as he shifted slightly to be more comfortable, mumbling a quiet goodnight to the older.

The hug paired with the gentle petting made it easy for the kid to fall asleep. He was out within a few seconds.

Sonic sighed, pressing his forehead against the younger’s.

He just wishes there was something he could do to make the nightmares leave his little brother alone.

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This is the most in depth and thought out thirst I will ever write but your hc about Muerte liking biting during sex has me thinking.

Muerte likes the added stimulation of putting his mouth on his partner, clearly. Plus the trust to let a giant wolf with the bite strength to snap bones with ease to just put his jaws around your throat? Weirdly sexy, to him at least.

And because I’m an absolute freak I gotta know, how does he respond to the stimulation being taken away?

Like, does he get rougher because he has to make up for the loss of contact? His grip is probably bruising skin and leaving small pricks with his claws. he’d be bent over you with his mouth right by your head, probably drooling an awful lot because he needs your throat in between his teeth. It’s not even the fact that he just misses the feeling, he misses the taste.

Or, on the opposite end, slightly submissive Muerte? He’s too proud to beg but he’s getting dangerously close to it. You never thought you’d hear Muerte, straight up Death, whimper, but you swear you hear it in between his heavy gasps and him asking (pleading) for you to let him just taste you already. He swears he’ll do whatever you want, fuck you however you want, just please take it off. You can’t even process what he’s saying because of the desperate and sloppy pace he’s moving at.

But that’s just me <3

Anon you are so fucking smart

I’m going to assume that we’re taking away the stimulation via muzzling and honestly when you first suggest it Muerte is probably rather amused. He’s not offended or anything [honestly I see him as willing to try most anything out] but he definitely laughs because, well, surely he doesn’t need your taste that much. If you’re trying to one up him, in his mind you’re doing a very poor job, but Muerte will humour you anyway.

Now I think Muerte’s initial reaction to the lack of stimulation during sex is almost nonexistent. He might press the end of his muzzle against your throat and growl, but that’s really all. I don’t think he cums as quickly as he would otherwise, but apart from that during the first round he’s relatively fine with it. Muerte has, at times, a surprising amount of self control, and even if he finds himself craving your taste he doesn’t let it show. Not due to pride, but more to tease you, deprive you of the reaction you were hoping for. 

That doesn’t last long though, of course. The more you have him muzzled like this the thinner his self control gets, and it leads to a mix of dominance and submissiveness. 

The way he fucks you is dominant, aggressive. Muerte’s grip is almost bone crushing, claws digging into your skin as he fucks into you like a beast starved. The scent of blood doesn’t help either, and soon it’s sloppy and messy, but more importantly desperate, lacking any real rhythm as he tries to make up for the stimulation that he so desperately craves. Drooling from behind the muzzle as he tries to imagine your taste, growling and whining beside your ear.

And you’re right anon, more than the feeling it’s the taste of you that Muerte wants. The taste of your skin, your sweat, your pleasure, it’s intoxicating to him and the fact that he’s being deprived of it causes him to whine and beg. Like you said he’s a little hesitant to beg at first, but the closer he gets to his climax the more he lets loose. Muerte goes from growls to pitiful whines, muzzled nose pathetically buried in your neck [as well as it can be] as he begs you to take it off. He’ll be a good boy for you, let you do whatever you want with him, he promises, just please take it off and let him taste you. 

And yeah, good luck if you can actually process what he’s saying. Muerte has all but fucked you dumb, but if you can do take it off for him. His reaction is fairly cute in a way, tail wagging as he places his jaw around your throat, almost cumming immediately when he does.

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[randomanimehoe]

Yurio x Reader who grew up in agriculture. Part 2!

Part 2

Alrighty everyone I’m back with round two of this post. Since y’all seemed to like it I made a part two! Enjoy :3

Description: Yurio attempts to help with farm chores: it doesn’t go well

One day during the off season you and Yuri made plans for him to come visit your family. After settling in for a few days you tell Yuri that you have chores to take care of due to the fair coming up. Out of curiosity (and not wanting to be left alone with your dad who barely spoke) he decided to join you.

he didn’t know what he was getting into 

Wasn’t expecting to be woken up at the ass crack of dawn but you know, he wanted to help. He would slowly get dressed and trudge into the kitchen to find you waiting with a hot cup of coffee for him- which he down’s gratefully 

After y’all head to the barn to feed the animals. He watched with great interest as you show him the clipboard of the different nutritional needs of all the different animals and is amazed at how fast you prepare the feed. Seriously he’s only mixed up the feed for one horse and you’ve already fed 4! 

Once the horses are fed the both of you bring hay out to the cattle(he struggles lifting the bales)

Finally it’s time for his least favorite animals: chickens

He’s hesitant to enter the chicken coop. He says it smells…

He’s actually afraid of your larger laying hen Bethany who chased him around the day he arrived

You laugh and tell him to quite whining. 

He’s shaking as he’s filling the feeder and cleaning the water dish.

You roll your eyes and collect the eggs.

Once morning chores are done it’s time for breakfast and oh boy he has never been so hungry. (I think he normally has a very small, light breakfast because of skating. )

You both go inside to find your mother and sister setting the table with trays of eggs, bacon, French toast and fruit. You have to drag him to go wash up because he’s standing there with him mouth open, practically drooling. You can bet that once he finally gets to get he practically chokes with how fast he’s eating…

The day isn’t over yet though.

After breakfast it’s time to tend to the family garden while your dad takes care of the larger fields of feed corn he’s growing. Even still, that family garden is a lot bigger than Yuri anticipated….

Still he has fun weeding. The both of you make it into a game of who can pull the most weeds within a certain time period. You guys just repeat that until all the weeds are gone which takes about an hour. 

After that you divide and conquer with the watering: he does the smaller plants with the watering can while you handle the larger ones with the garden hose.

It’s not time to harvest anything yet so you guys are done with that for the day. 

Now it’s time to work your show steer and after exercise a few horses before turning the rest out.

This is the part that Yuri is excited for!

You catch your steer and show Yuri how to lead him around as well as the basics of showmanship. He drinks in every word you say about body composition, weight, muscle, behavior etc. Congratulations you now have a wannabe 4H kiddo

He gets a little sad though when he learns that the steers get sold to market. (Please give him a hug he’s in tears)

To cheer him up you decide to show him the horses and honestly he’s a little scared of them at first, they’re just so big-

You notice this and hand him a chunk of apple to give to your horse, showing him to hold his hand flat. He chuckles when he feels how soft the muzzle is and perks right up. 

Should I make a part 3?

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a dark fic, yandere!rohan, improper use of heaven’s door, toxic relationship, forced consent, creampie mention, suggested mindbreak, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“That’s perfect,” Rohan crooned, the only sound audible over the scribbling of his rapid sketching. his emerald eyes coruscate as he admires the vulgar visage you had no choice but to display for him. “Keep that pitiful expression.”

your face was flushed, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. there was a minuscule puddle of drool on the floor underneath your jaw. your eyebrows are cinched together, teeth sank into your lower lip as you muffle the pathetic whines that can’t seem to end. you’re panting, and so is he, because he’d practically ripped himself off of you and stumbled over to his desk to grab his supplies. the muscles in your toes were cramped up where they’d been curled so tightly, your thighs trembling, but you keep them spread wide as your knees ache, planted firmly on the hard floor. “Roh—“

Rohan cut you a warning glare, pursing his lips, “Shh, sh sh, shh,” the tip of the pen screams as it shoots across the sketch pad, “keep your mouth slack, just like before. Talking will only soil the realism. If I don’t capture this look on your face right now, I might simply go insane.” you could tell by the twinkle of obsession in his eyes, that he wasn’t exaggerating.

but still, you longed to move. to stretch your cramping muscles, to pick your sore cheek off the side of the hard floor. you could still feel Rohan’s foot planting it there, smearing his sole over your face and applying enough pressure on your head to make you dizzy. “W—when can I get up?”

“Spread your ass cheeks.” he barked, ignoring you, brows furrowed in concentration. “Show me the damage I’ve done already.”

eliciting a pathetic and hardly audible whine of subservience, your hands move before your brain can catch up with the demand, prying your globes apart and, thus, allowing a gush of cocktailed release — both Rohan’s and yours — from your cunt. it was spasming, milking nothing, and each time you clenched, you snagged your lip with your teeth. it’s not like you wanted to enjoy how roughly Rohan fucked you, or how sloppy he wanted his muse to be. you didn’t want to cum when he hurt you, but you didn’t have a choice. you couldn’t fight what had been etched into your psyche, literally.

Heaven’s Door. that’s what he’d called it when he explained it to you; an ability that only he possessed. you couldn’t see these powers, but somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying to you.

and you’d seen him use it before — bizarrely enough, though, trying to recall those moments were impossible.

Rohan promised never to use Heaven’s Door on you, but that was before you tried to leave him.

now, you didn’t have to ask him how he could make you do things even though you didn’t want to do them, or why you had blank patches in your memory all the time. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t fix your mouth to form the questions. he had, somehow, used his ability on you, and was keeping you muzzled and obedient now. with no freedom in sight.

Rohan moans out loud, clenching the pen in his hand when he sees the delicious destruction, “That’s it!” he cries, and you could see his cock, still hard and throbbing, beading with more spunk. he wants to grab himself and milk the rest of it out of him, you can tell, but to let go of his pen would mean he would lose the momentum at which he was creating a mirror of your position. “That’s exactly what I want to see, your body fucked out and shaking, your mind slipping, little by little. I’m going to fuck you stupid before long, and I’ll be able to immortalize that, too— once I’ve turned you into my brainless, little fuck doll. Look at how pretty you look.”

Rohan leans forward, flipping the pad around to show you, and you want to be humiliated. no, more than that, you want to cry. reduced to little more than his pathetic possession, you stare at the equally helpless girl in black and white on the paper. she looks less alive than you thought you did, less herself— or, yourself. were you becoming that? were you losing… you?

“I don’t…” your mouth fights each syllable, trying to keep you from speaking. “I don’t like…. This….”

for a moment, Rohan’s brow arches, and he tears the portrait from the pad, tossing it into a stack of at least a hundred more that were similar. all of you. fucked. ruined. “Oh?” he inquires, half taunting, “you’re unhappy?”

yes. god, yes. please, let your lips work with you. “Y—yes…” you wished you could use your hands to push up off the floor, but they don’t want to obey as easily as your mouth, one slipping forward to plug your desperate opening with two fingers, and you whimper. “I want…” to go home! for you to let me go! help! all of these were options that you tried to force to the edge of your tiers, but none found themselves upon them, and instead, your fingers pumped into you, curling at the knuckle, and your mouth betrayed your mind, “I want you to fuck me, Rohan. Again, and again, and again. I want to lose my mind on your cock…”

no! no, no, no!

at the very least, please let me keep my mind!

“Take everything from me. I want to belong completely… to you.”

[whumpsoda]

Just A Little Something!!

This is for some old ocs that I had a dream about and got some inspiration for!! I just really wanted to write this :3 lemme explain a little bit!!

cw: mentions of cannibalism, death

So this is Rufus and Elodie! Basically they live in a post apocalyptic world overtaken by creatures who inhabit dead bodies and are zombie like in the way that they have the constant urge to eat humans :] Rufus gets killed and taken over by one of these monsters, and this takes place with Elodie coming to visit him :3

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Elodie did her very best to walk as straight as possible, following the security down the maze of hallways, but the reality of the situation seemed to have begun getting to her. Sweat was seeping thick into pools on her clothes, relentlessly she was gnawing on the inside of her lip, and she almost believed to be getting lightheaded with her worries.

The air was sterile, filling her nostrils with the scent of a chill and cleaning solution. Licking her chapped lips, she counted the doors as they made their way past each one.

One.

Ten.

Fifteen.

She swallowed, gulping down thick saliva that rolled over her throat.

The door they stopped before was tall, much taller than her - and fairly thin. Metal, shiny, and reflective, too.

They were speaking to her, the guards, most likely warning her of how dangerously stupid this all was, and she nodded along ignorantly. Better to do that than get further caught up in her own anxieties.

A moment later, the door shut swift to the floor with an audibly striking click behind her, sending her into the tiniest of a flinch.

Clearing her throat, she met her son’s gaze. His eyes weren’t their deep, hypnotic brown anymore, rather a sparklingly unnatural yellow that worked to put you on edge. “Hey there, sweetie.” She began, taken aback by the crack of her voice, gritting it back. “How are you feeling?”

Eyes twitching, he shifted in his seat - at least, the most he could manage to with all of the restraints - his breathing audibly heavier around the sort of muzzle strapped around his mouth. Some sort of mask stemmed from it, straps criss crossing every inch of his face, save for his eyes.

It was the most important aspect, him getting any chance to even come close to biting her would hinder any chance of her seeing him ever again, but the fact that they had him kept like some wild animal did nothing to ease.

“It’s okay, honey, I know you must be a bit nervous.” Could he even understand her anymore? “I guess I am too, which is pretty silly. I mean, it’s just you.” Was she that stupid or just doing her darnedest to convince herself of it?

Flashing him a gentle smile, she did her best to ignore the fact that he gave not even the slightest of one in return. Without any speckle of recognition in his face, a slick, guttural growl slipped from his throat.

“I brought you something.” Stealing another step closer, she almost missed the hitch of his heavy breath as she presented him with his gift. “They almost didn’t let me bring it in. I fought them on it though. You know me.”

She chuckled, just a bit, and he cocked his head. Almost in surprise, she thought, but also more like he was inspecting his prey.

To her disappointment, he only stole a second of a glance at the book in her hands before staring wide-eyed back at her. A spot of drool dribbled out from the bottom of the leather over his face. She winced.

“It’s a book, you see? You’re favorite, from when you were little.” Dramatically, just as he enjoyed when he was just a mere few feet tall, she showed off the book to him with enthusiasm.

Furrowing his brows with a look of desperation, he rattled the metal strapping him in place with a strangled whine. A glimmer of a craze was evident beyond his sideways, slit like pupil, a spark of insatiable hunger.

She held out her hands to him, as if there was anything she could have done to ease his suffering. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay. It’s just mommy.”

Elodie made the foolish mistake of getting far too close. Saliva plip plopped to the tile, running down his neck furiously. Breath swiftly heaving in and out, he gargled a ravaged snarl, sending her stumbling back.

Rigid for a moment, she watched as he soon calmed, even if only by the slightest.

One breath in, one breath out.

“It’s just me, honey,” Elodie hardened her iron grip on the book in her hands, knuckles clammy and cold. “mommy.”

A croak, gritty and scratching a crawl up his throat began, deep and eerie, not at all Rufus’ voice. As the sound twisted, curling over itself, it almost sounded like something. Almost as if he parroted her.

A hand cupped her mouth, tears pushing at her eyes. “Mommy? Is that- is that what you said?” She couldn’t help but sink to a kneel, reaching a hand to correct his hair.

Snapping, Rufus nearly cracked through the cuffs keeping his wrists stuck to his chair. He roared wildly, growling with a starving desperation that sunk into the walls around them. The rests grunted as his nails dipped and curved into the metal, grip inhumanly strong.

The guards were quick to rush in this time, practically carrying Elodie out the door by her shoulders.

She couldn’t believe it. He’d said something.

Maybe Rufus wasn’t all gone.

[cyberrat]

Alastor goes into heat and he HATES it. Brought so low, *debased* in such a manner, a filthy, horny, mess. Desperate. Needing to be filled. So he makes his pet, his toy, his plaything take care of his needs. Husk gets dragged into satisfying him. It SHOULD be a chance for Husk to get his revenge, to fuck Alastor and wreck him, but Alastor is a cruel master <3 He locks Husk up in a chastity cage, and makes him fuck him with a strap on. Husk getting desperate, riled up with Alastor's scent. Leaking in his cage but every eager thrust of his hips does nothing for him but slap his balls against Alastor's taint. Alastor gets all the satisfaction of a panting, sweaty, desperate wild animal fucking into him while enjoying the pleasure of denying his favorite pet. Maybe he muzzles him, drool still dripping from that muzzle and spreading on his skin. But if he doesn't, then Husk is going to bite and tear and *Maul* Alastor's neck and shoulders, just the way Alastor likes it.

Hoooollllyyy fuck yesssss

Alastor being such a mean fucking bitch that he hurtles Husk into a heat/rut as well. If he has to suffer through one, then his pet has to as well 🥵

Husk just bunny fucking him so fast and dirty, hating and loving his situation in equal measure. It really is good that he‘s muzzled cause he‘d probably kill Alastor a few times before he‘ll be satisfied… and Alastor hates that shit. While he‘s dead and regenerating he has no means of knowing what‘s happening to him, after all.