#the baysexuality summer is over

[nerobearo]

NOOOOOOOO MY BROMANCE

[daddyhausen]

{ y’all brought this upon yourselves istg. this is your fault @pxnkgirlie }

• heat — demon balor •

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{ summary } — balor was in heat needed his frustrations dealt with, he set his sights on the first little bunny he saw, that being you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, a/b/o { kinda?? it’s mostly balor being in heat }, cnc, breeding kink, home invasion, monster fucking, restraints, rough sex, somnophilia, male orgasm, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 867

{ pairing } — fem!reader x demon balor

{ genre } — smut

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it was that time again. where the heat warmed his loins, he became insatiable, desperate, where he crawled about his hands and knees like a wild animal in search of a hole to fill. the moon’s glow rained down across his skin, painting the patches of flesh exposed to it in silver-grey stripes, despite enjoying the night he kept close to the shadows so as to not alert anyone in such a peaceful suburbia, one he would very much disrupt with his mere presence.

a scent had carried him here, unbenounced to him as he seemingly snapped out of his animalistic trance, finally coming to in order to observe his surroundings for a moment. the houses all looked the same, a mere copy and paste of white and beige, the same pristine picket fence lined their front yards, the lack of individuality made balor’s stomach curl with disdain. the scent had picked up again, a brisk wind had elevated it, it was sweeter, richer than the last. balor twitched with excitement, the vine-like tendrils protruding from his back fluttered softly along with the breeze, his cock grew hard between his exposed thighs. the scent was close, maybe two or three houses over. he had never experienced such a sweet scent, he had sampled a few that could run in close second but by god that held nothing on this sweetness

he followed slowly, his knuckles leading his strides, carefully weaving through bushes and other shrubbery, making sure to keep himself hidden, sticking as close to the walls and the floor. soft grunts caught in his chest, his cock throbbing with such dispair, his seed already glossing the tip, slowly beginning to leak down his shaft. balor was beside himself, his heat had never been this bad, he’s never gotten off this quickly just by a scent. maybe he was losing his mind, or what was left of it at least. balor stuck up his nose, inhaling deeply as the scent grew more prominent. he found himself in front of the house it was permeating from. balor licked his lips feverishly, tongue hanging out past it has he scaled the side wall of the house, realising the origin of the sweetness was coming from the second floor. he peeked through the window, squinting his eyes to gain a clearer vision, he noticed a sleeping figure, sprawled out across the bed, the same scent radiating from between your thighs.

the warm summer air proved fruitful for balor as he noticed your body void of any clothing, such a welcoming invitation. balor’s cock leaked with anticipation, finally his frustrations were going to be dealt with. slowly, he pried open the latch of the window, slipping inside without so much as a word. he crawled over to the foot of your bed, admiring how wet your cunt was. you must have been touching yourself, it would explain why your scent was so strong.

his weight made a slight dip in the mattress, one that made you stir in your sleep in a minor way. balor was quick to act, the tendrils had a mind of their own, two wrapping around your ankles tightly, prying your legs apart, balor inhaled your scent deeply before the tendrils mimicked the same actions as before, wrapping tightly around your wrists this time securing them behind your back balor’s cock was flushed with arousal, teasing your dripping folds with the tip, surprised slightly at how slick your little pussy was. his breath became heavy, growls catching in his parched throat as he slowly filled you up, adoring the way your confused whimpers sounded as he stretched your walls.

“shhh, little bunny…” balor reached around, stuffing your mouth with your ruined panties which you’d discarded by your side previously.

“balor needs to breed you…” your soft whines flooded his senses, feeling like he was drowning in arousal as he gave the first, rough thrust. he had been waiting days for this, he definitely was not going to waste it by going easy on you. he bottomed out, remaining deep inside as he watched your hips squirm back against his cock, completely unaware you were being taken advantage of, nor that it was by a being that was otherworldly. still, your cunt continued to slick his cock with your wetness.

he began to move, rough and fast as he pounded into you. he was feral, unhinged, just so enthralled to finally bury his cock deep in a cunt. spit began to gather around the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin, staining your sheets, continuing to remain blissfully unaware of your situation. balor became even more frantic, his cock twitched inside your warmth. he could feel the clench of your sweet pussy around his size, god…even as you were so unaware, your cunt dripped for him. balor did not hesitate to fill you up, pumping you with rope after rope of his hot seed, breeding your fertile hole in the process. he’s even caught you whimpering at the sensation.

he pulled out, admiring the sight of his cum leaking from between your thighs. he knew he would need to fill you up more than once

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Into The Woods

Pairing: Reverend!Malakai x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, masturbation, mentions of corruption kink

A/N: I missed my dear Reverend Malakai so this is me getting my fix.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

The only place she was ever allowed to go that wasn’t a relative's house was the church. No parks - unless she was accompanied by her brother - no malls, no amusement parks, not even grocery shopping. She could only take a walk if the path she took led her to church, straight to Reverend Malakai’s arms.

He was the only one who understood her, he advised her of her behavior towards her parents, of their restriction, of her exaggerated submission to their rules, the conformity of going to law school to follow her mother’s frustrated dreams, and her lack of voice and power. He even took her out for a walk in the woods every Thursday afternoon, bringing along a red candy apple for her to snack on as they delved between the trees to a small shack where they would spend the next hours purging her from her fears.

Now, sitting on the last row of the black benches, she can’t help but stare at him. He was wearing an all-black suit with golden buttons. The jacket hung from the black chair on top of the pulpit, and the vest hugged his defined torso like a warm embrace from a lover. His hands were placed inside his pockets as he walked around from one end of the pulpit to the other.

His voice had the same monotone, stern timbre as always. She came to realize after a time that his tone only changed when they were alone inside the shack. In there it sounded faintly warmer, inviting even.

Staring at the man in front of her, she couldn’t help but let her fingers trace small circles on her exposed thigh, copying the patterns Reverend Malakai used to draw on her skin every afternoon. Her hands slipped beneath her white summer dress, crossing over her clothed crotch at the same time Reverend Malakai’s different-colored eyes dawdled her face. His orbs followed the path of her hands, and beneath the burning stare, she felt her hands lingering on her mound.

“The touch is allowed, and most certainly welcomed” He preached, while keeping his eyes on her “We should embrace it and make delightful use of it” Malakai smirked when she instantly pulled her hands away from the hem of her dress.

Once the sermon was finished and all the believers had left, Malakai walked towards the bench she sat on. He closed his hand around her fist and slowly pushed it underneath her summer dress, similar to what she had done minutes ago.

“I said the touch is allowed and most certainly welcomed. Which part of that did you not get, sugarplum?”

She felt her own fingers brushing against her wet panties, and Malakai covered her fingers with his as they rubbed her folds through the damp fabric.

“I was scared that someone might see me-” Her words got caught in her throat the minute Malakai’s free hand closed around her neck.

“Do you feel this?” He squeezed the sides of her neck, making a slight pressure settle on the top of her head. “That’s blood pumping faster through your veins due to the sudden lack of oxygen”.

His fingers pushed her panties to the side, so they could now rub her clit together. “Do you know why fear and arousal go so well together, sugarplum? It’s the adrenaline. The one you felt 15 minutes ago at the thought of someone catching you masturbating to me while we’re inside a church is the same adrenaline running through your body now. The only difference was that the first was driven by arousal and this one” Malakai added even more pressure to her neck “Is by fear”.

He released her neck and as she gasped for air, Malakai slipped his middle finger along with hers inside her tight walls.

“But can you see what fear is capable of doing to you though? You’re wetter than you were before”

Their fingers moved together in sync in and out of her, Malakai’s thumb pressed against her bundle of nerves as the sounds of her dripping core made him growl “Next time I tell you to touch yourself, you’ll do it, do you understand?”

She nodded quickly as his free hand closed around her neck once again, causing a new wave of warm liquid to coat their fingers.

“I want to hear the sounds of your wet pussy echoing through my church's next sermon. I want our faithful believers to see how even the purest angel is able to turn into a dirty little slut” Malakai’s voice rumbled against her ear “And if you deny it to me, you’ll find out that my hands can do much more than just give you hours of pleasure”

Malakai released her neck at the same time he pulled their fingers out of her core. He knelt at her feet and licked the small pool of wetness on top of the bench before his tongue covered her slick folds for a brief moment.

“Now” He pulled back to stare at her “Take off your clothes, toss them in the woods, and wait for me in the shack”.

A soft whine escaped her lips as she stood up on trembling legs to run out to the woods. Once she was out of eyesight, Malakai licked the finger coated with her juices and smirked “Run, little red riding hood, run”, before he pushed the backdoor of the church open, and stepped out into the woods.

[writinglionqueen]

Pyreworks

Your cottage at the edge of town had always been the perfect vantage point of Meadow Creek. It always had been the best view in the town, ever since you built the cottage so many years back. All those years ago. 

It was nestled at the edge of town, nestled upon some rocks against the small mountainous-like region of the area. Higher than even the mayor’s own home for a reason. For as long as you could remember, that reason remained why your cottage had been so far from town....and so high up. 

Nevertheless, your home had the best view of the fireworks upon this day. You sat from your front porch, watching the dark, late night sky light up with a multitude of colors, hearing the silent booms even as far away as you were from the town. 

The air was stiff with warmth and humidity....as it always was around this time. But the night was cooling off the summer heat slowly. You pulled at your black tank top, trying to get it to unstick from your skin as you watched the fireworks in thought. 

You wished you had Drew by your side, watching the people below celebrate...on such a day. You wished he was there to hold you and whisper sweet nothings to you to keep your mind off of what a night like this meant to you. But the moon was full and he was off in the mountains somewhere, hunting down deer or something during this month’s shift. The full moon had come to take him away from you. Its orange tint glowing, it’s light mocking you along with the fireworks below. 

Fireworks always had you overthinking things....always had your mind drifting back to times that were not so pleasant. A little over 300 years ago and you could still remember that night. Something so horrendous.... 

Having to flee under the firelight of fireworks...hearing their explosions go off overhead as you ran through the forest to find the man you hired to take you cross country and away from that god-forsaken town. Months into the laws they pass....the rules...the innocents that were murdered....you had to flee. Your life back then depended on you fleeing. You chose a festive night, 328 years ago to do such that. Using the festivities and noises and fireworks to run, to get out of there and move to the place you now lived. 

Being a witch back then....wasn’t always a blessing. Some people didn’t appreciate your gifts and talents...even if you never used it for harm. 

Sometimes this night made you remember how much those who possessed your gifts were unwanted. Sometimes this night made you remembered when you ran through dark thickets, through mud and dirt because you knew some were hunting you down....even on that night. 

You heard their shouts, their cheers, their dogs as they followed. But once you reached the wagon where your escort was waiting....it was over. You had sanctuary. He gave you a ride as far as he was able...away from the first settlement of your coven in the New Land. He was a kind and gentle soul. He would talk your ear off about topics to keep your mind occupied from witnessing your coven...your sisters...being killed for witchcraft. He would watch over you while you slept, hunted for you, and dropped you off here before Meadow Creek was founded and, in return, you gave him a blessing, paid him handsomely, and gave him tonics and things as he needed...which wasn’t often. But what he had done made you feel indebted to him, until his last moments of life. 

Without him...you probably would’ve been dead like your sisters. You wouldn’t have lived to see Drew and be here today. You wouldn’t have lived as long as you’ve had without him. 

Still though, the booms and colors of tonight captured your mind. Tonight made you remember such a time had existed. The lives of those lost could never be brought back...at least not by your hand. You knew that. The only being who could bring them back....would plunge the world into more darkness and hate...and you couldn’t let that happen. You’d never let that happen. 

For now, you watched the horizon lit with color, as far as the eye could see. Your mind, enraptured in your past...wondering about what would come next for a witch like yourself. 

Just a quick blurb for the Strange Magic Series....imagine this is before October of the last installment. But this isn’t to celebrate today....I just was daydreaming of having to flee during a firework show. Just a daydream I had to write.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Halloweek: Day 4

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat , @auburnwrites , @brie-mode-activated

Shoutout to @letsgivethisonemoreshot for sparkling my imagination with her original idea

Everyone in Sandy Fork - Delaware knew about them. In fact, once you moved here two months ago, they were the only subject the town folk and neighborhood seemed to be desperate to tell you about - even more so because you now lived two houses down from theirs.

”Don’t go out at night or alone and don't ever go inside those woods…Lord knows what these people are capable of. I’ve heard things…screams and cries for help coming from somewhere inside those woods. Trust me when I say you might want to keep your distance from them” You’ve lost count of how many times you’d heard that phrase in the past two months. Having lived in Los Angeles for the majority of your adult life, you doubted there was something those crazy hillbillies could do to scare you.

People love to invent stories about others, of that you most certainly knew. And having encountered the Briscoes a handful of times since you moved, you could say they weren’t as bad as people painted them to be. Mark - the younger brother, was the one you encountered the most. Whether it was in the grocery store or coming home from work, you constantly bumped into the man. He sure is a bit funky but then again, you were from L.A. and used to eccentric people.

If you were being honest, the man wasn’t that scary. He helped you sometimes with your groceries and even offered to help when he saw you struggling with the lawnmower, plus he wasn’t that bad, with a few more regular showers, a trip to the barber shop and new clothes he would look quite presentable. But the one that sure was a sight for sore eyes was his older brother - Jay.

You saw him less frequently and your encounters had been a bit more weird than the ones with Mark. Jay was more reserved, not shy, but more so the quiet type. You only met him three times but those were enough to make his presence known.

The first time you met was when Mark introduced you the day he helped with the lawnmower. The younger Briscoe was the one who did all the talking, with Jay only saying a brief “Nice to meet ya” two minutes before leaving back to his house.

The second encounter was a month after you moved. You were finishing polishing your car when you felt someone looking at you, one quick look over your shoulder confirmed your suspicions of being spied on. Except your spy made no effort to make himself unknown.

Jay was leaning against your fence with no shirt on, sipping on a beer and intently staring at you. His green orbs were shamelessly glued to your curves, traveling up and down your body before they went back up to your face. A shiver of need went down your spine and even underneath the summer sun you felt goosebumps rising on your skin. After what felt like ages, you finally asked “Can I help you with something?”. The only response you got from him was a sly smirk before he walked away.

And the third and last encounter was two days ago. You had enjoyed a much needed night out in town at Earl’s bar and grill. You had a few drinks, some warm food and since it was still early and a warm night you decided to walk back home instead of taking an Uber.

On the way back, you passed by The Briscoes’ house and some movement by the window caught your attention. Looking towards the front window, you saw a naked woman pressed against the glass. Her long, blonde hair was wrapped around Jay’s wrist as he pounded her from behind. Her eyes were closed in pure bliss and her mouth moved with unrecognizable words, but his gaze was fixed on you. You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment as he mouthed “I want you”.

You licked your dried lips and speed walked down the street towards your house, where you spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the handsome hillbilly.

You felt like a teenager all over again, being dared by your friend to go into the “forbidden woods” on Halloween night. Flashbacks of earlier tonight replayed in your mind…

“This is so stupid. There’s nothing in those woods! We both know the Briscoes are not the country version of the Boogie Man” You rolled your eyes in annoyance “Aren’t you a little too old to believe in neighborhood gossip?”

“Well, then prove me wrong” Mitch chuckled before making a toast with your beer bottles “Remember to call me if something goes wrong…I’ll make sure to call the police”

“I thought you were supposed to go rescue me! What kind of a man are you?” You joked with a smirk.

“The smart kind ” He laughed out loud and closed the front door of your house once he was out.

“This is so fucking stupid” You mumbled to yourself as the flashlight lightened the path inside the woods. The only sounds you could hear were the leaves moving on the branches due to the wind and the small twigs breaking underneath your feet. The more you entered the distant woods, the darker and creepier it got. The silence was deafening and successful in creating one of the most terrifying places you’d ever been in.

“Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, because Mitch is a fool and I’m an even bigger idiot! This is so dumb and pointless” You stopped in your tracks as you continued to talk to yourself “You know what? Fuck this and fuck Mitch. I’m going home”.

When you were about to turn around to go back home, a loud scream came from further in the woods. *What the actual fuck? No…it can’t be true. Oh God, please don’t tell me that those crazy hillbillies actually kill people in these goddamn woods. Can you imagine a sadder death though? Killed by two psycho brothers in fucking Delaware of all places! Jesus Christ, I should’ve stayed in L.A.* The unspoken dialogue roamed your mind until another loud scream made you freeze in place. Your ears seemed to pick up on every little sound and it didn’t take long enough for you to find out what was happening in those woods.

What you learned to be a female voice screamed and moaned while she begged for the younger Briscoe to “please, go faster”. You held back a loud laugh of relief upon understanding what they actually did inside those woods, “If the people only knew” You whispered to yourself before walking back towards your house. The fit of laughter soon died on your lips when you noticed the living room light on, *I didn’t leave it on. I turned off all the lights before I left* The thought roamed your mind and anxiety creeped up on you.

Your breath left in shallow pants as you walked up the four stairs of your front porch. The front door was partially open and when you stepped inside your living room, you quickly took one of the iron fire pokers and called “I’m armed, asshole! You got two minutes to get out through the kitchen door unless you want to celebrate Halloween in the ICU!”

The house remained dead silent as you walked towards the dining room area. As soon as you stepped inside the cozy room, a pair of arms hooked around yours, keeping your arms glued to your body and preventing you from defending yourself. You kicked and fought against the man’s grip, trying your best to set yourself free.

“Ya know, when they say city girls are damsels in distress they clearly haven’t met you yet” The unmistakable voice and accent somehow eased your anxious self and made your breathing normal again. “What are you doing in my house? I don’t recall saying you could come in” You looked over your shoulder at the green eyes that now stared back at you with malice

“But you did want me here” Jay smirked as he loosened his grip around you so you could turn around to face him. “I might be ignorant, but I think that the copy of your front door key placed on my window sill kinda speaks for itself, don't ya think?”.

“Have you ever thought it could be for Mark, not you?”

“If it was for Mark, you’d be the one screaming inside those woods right now” He pushed you back until your lower back bumped against the dining room table “But we both know that’s not what you want…No, you want - need something beyond that…something Mark can’t give ya” Jay leaned forward, tracing the pulse point of your neck with the tip of his nose. “But you know that I can. I can give you what you want and so much more, right, little peach?” His lips now hovered above yours, beard tickling your skin as he whispered “Isn’t that what all of you city girls want? A rough, crude hillbilly to give you the time of your life. Do you in a way none of those playboys can? Treat you like you’re nothing more than a pretty and preppy fuck toy. Toss you around, slap ya in the face, shove you face down on the mattress, spit in your mouth, pull your hair, spank you and watch the posh girl melt away with that pretty makeup on your face”.

“Jay” His name left your lips in a begging tone. Despair, need and want were written all over your eyes as you placed your hands on his biceps “Please”.

Jay’s smirk turned into a toothy grin as he clasped his hand around your throat “Shhh, shut up” His free hand roughly groped your breast, earning a soft moan from you. “I hope you know what you’re in for, peach. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll never want anything but this hillbilly’s dick inside of you”.