#using scissors correctly

[yourlocallightsource]

makin it real SOOON!!

[dasnercaret]

1, 6, 9, 22 for the ask game? :3

1. siffrin x2 but also while i'm here loop is fantastic too, big fan of the loop

6. hey, i'm you, i failed. don't be me. do better. please

9. i would wish for all mosquitoes to be deleted from existence forever (dodges the question again /silly)

22. oh this one's really interesting - i think i'd probably be a paper type mainly! with a few scissors attacks though, as a treat. i think i'd probably have pretty straightforward names (i tend to be a fairly straightforward person), and they'd be named something along the lines of

generic paper attack called 'Color Burst', deals decent paper damage to one enemy

generic scissors attack called 'Ki-ken-tai-ichi', deals big scissors damage to one enemy with a very high crit chance

aoe paper attack called "Song and Strike," deals paper damage to all enemies with a chance of debuffing them (slowing them down).

also i would have a katana. i make the rules and i say i have a katana

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

Ultimately gender euphoria is looking in the mirror and going hell yeah I’m gonna get gendered so correctly at work

[heavencasteel420]

I’m just really fond of Will’s clueless girlfriend Megan. The thing is that everyone is skeptical about their relationship (even by two-freshman-dating-each-other standards) and he’s so annoyed about it because damn it he’s just trying to be normal! Joyce puts a good face on it but she is legit annoyed by this girl because she’ll make tactless comments about how their house is small. Jonathan thinks she’s worryingly out-to-lunch and is nice about it but in a way that strikes Will as condescending. Mike can’t stand her (in much the same way that Will can’t stand Eddie). Even sweet Bob is inwardly like huh they don’t have much in common. His Yearbook-girl friends think that he’s too good for her but they also kind of believe the (correct) rumors that he’s gay so they get it. Lucas is more polite than Mike but will absolutely talk shit about her with Mike in private. Only Dustin is uncritical.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Oh what's in my pants?? A knife! Wanna see it? 🔪🛌

[sweetassugar]

Your older sister had moved back in after college with her boyfriend. Your parents were often away on business trips and so you basically had the house to yourself as you took a gap year just working and having some fun traveling around before university. Honestly life was great and your sister was the best she often brought home sweets from her office for you and every Friday was movie night. It was nice having your reliable older sister back since you guys haven’t lived together in so long.

Her boyfriend however what was his name? Daniel or something. He was a piece of work. He mooched off of your amazing big sister and always made a mess! He came from a rich family or so you heard so he was going to nepo baby his way around life.

Since it was finally the weekend your big sis asked for some help reorganizing her room. You being the lovely little thing you are of course said you’d help as you knock on her door before feeling Daniel shove you in her room as soon as the door opened. “Fucking jerk!” You immediately cursed looking back at him before feeling him backhand you. You fell onto the ground holding your face as your big sis came to your side. “Be gentle! She’s delicate.” She defended you which only made Daniel sneer “yet you’re letting me rape her ass.”

Did you hear that correctly? He wanted to do.. what? Looking over at your big sis she looked conflicted before grabbing your arms and holding them behind your back. She helped you up before shoving you onto the bed feeling the bed dip with her and Daniel’s weight on the bed. Your legs were spread as they got tied with thick red ropes. “I’m scared what is happening?” You ask but no one answered you as you struggled and the more they tied you up the realization of what was going on sunk in.

Daniel wasted no time taking scissors and cutting off your shorts and tank top you often wore around the house. Once he got to your bare ass he lowered his face shoving it into your ass shaking it around his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at and worship your asshole. “You’re gonna be good for me right little sis?” Your sister finally spoke to you cupping your chin and raising your head. You struggled to keep your head up even with her help in this position only letting out a strained groan. “His dick is just too big I wasn’t going to let it anywhere near my ass I wouldn’t want to tear it after all.” She spoke her voice getting more and more condescending as she squeezed some lube on her fingers.

You felt her hand hover over your skin trailing down before Daniel lifted his face and your sister shoved two fingers into your tight asshole. You cried out and received a spank on your ass as Daniel mocked your cries reminding you how pathetic you looked right now. You couldn’t see behind you but you could hear the rustling of clothes as Daniel got naked lining his cock up to your asshole. “Baby sis is gonna lose her anal virginity before her pussy hm?” Your sister mocked before Daniel shoved his cock inside.

Your screams were muffled by a kiss from your big sister. She was kneeling by the bed her face next to yours as she continued to kiss you sucking on your tongue as your eyes rolled back. Daniel was grunting thrusting into you not caring about your pain as he raised his hand to slam down on your poor little ass over and over again until it was all bruised ): “Like that bitch? Being raped like this. Your sister used to struggle too now look at her.”

It was all so much his cock was too thick and too painful as it thrusted in and out of your tiny hole. You felt overwhelming pressure as your muffled cries fell on deaf ears. Feeling the fear the anxiety the betrayal of trust you couldn’t help but cry as your pussy clenched over nothing and you began to piss yourself. “Haha! We need to put this fuck meat in a diaper after this.” Daniel mocked he thrusts getting more aggressive before he slammed his hips down against you letting his cum pour into your ass.

As Daniel pulled his now flaccid cock out he looked down at your hole which was now gaping slightly and pressed the soft tip of his cock against it before releasing his own piss into your hole. “Good girl taking such a big cock for your first time. Your sister’s gonna lick me clean and then we can take your other hole next how about that pretty?” He asked but you could no longer hear him too zoned out in your own world the events today draining you completely.

[hitomisuzuya]

Aventurine x fem!reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Fingering. Edging. Soft Dom! Aventurine. Mind break

Still thinking about Aventurine. Bear in mind, I know ZERO about gambling😂 My birthday is on Wednesday.

When you innocently asked Aventurine to teach you about gambling, he adapted a rather unique method to teach you. And one that was very, very fun for him.

Cognition was utterly failing you right now, thanks to Aventurine's tongue swirling around and around your clit. He scooped your clit into his mouth to suck on, chuckling into your messy pussy as you let out a loud gasp of pleasure. Your fingers tangled in his soft blonde hair, pressing his mouth down onto your cunt as you grinded on his tongue.

If Aventurine's hypnotic eyes weren't focused solely on you, they would've rolled into the back of his head from how good your juices tasted saturating his tongue. "Tell me, princess, how many numbered slots are on a Roulette table?" He purred, releasing your clit with a soft pop to kitten lick it.

Your legs twitched as jolts of pleasure made your clit swell and throb against his tongue. You were struggling to think, and Aventurine was enjoying the show.

Whimpers as you writhed on his bed, furthering showing your struggle to think as his drool pooled between your folds. "Thir-Thir-" Pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes from his long, languid kitten licks, "Thirty six," You finally managed between moans.

"My good girl, that's right," Aventine purred into your pussy, taking your clit back into his mouth to suck on. Your walls clenched around nothing hearing his praise. Even the smallest words of praise (or degradation) made you fall apart faster for him.

You tugged on his hair, heat and tension of your approaching orgasm building tighter in your stomach. Aventurine had been working your clit over for who knows how long, always keeping you on the cusps of cumming before he quizzed you. Keeping the promise of an orgasm dangling just in front of your face.

A fun way to encourage you to think while you fell dumb on his tongue.

Aventurine brushed his nose on your clit, prodding his tongue on it before he pulled away. "Split betting on two numbers pays what?" A sadistic part of him purposely chose harder questions that required more thinking. Your struggle think while you thrashed in pleasure made his cock strain harder.

He traced the shape of your pussy with his tongue, poking the tip of his tongue and swirling it around your entrance. Your cunt clenched on the tip of his tongue. You tasted so good that he couldn't help but reach down to stroke his cock a few times.

"I..I don't know, Aventurine," You shakily said, tugging on his hair, "Please, just let me cum," You are on the verge of tears you were so desperate.

Aventurine chuckled softly. "Aww, logic is giving way to the need to cum. How cute," He circled your clit with his tongue again, tearing lewd moans from your throat, "You know the rules, sweetheart. Answer correctly, and you can cum," That keened a frustrated cry from you.

"L-Liar!" You cried out, making Aventurine's eyes glisten with amusement. You knew it was a big fat lie. You'd answered his first three questions correctly and still he denied you. All. Three. Times.

"Hmm? Use your words, sweetheart. Use your words and you can cum," He pressed delicate kisses on your sensitive clit, blowing on it teasingly.

You racked your brain, thinking. He'd told you the answer earlier when you'd discussed the rules. Only his hand had been creeping up your thigh, his knuckle grazing your clit outside of your panties.

How was anyone supposed to think or even comprehend anything in that situation?!

You tugged on Aventurine's hair again in an attempt to ground yourself. The need to feel his tongue fucking relentlessly into you was consuming you. "It pays..it pays," You were cut off when he decided to up the ante, plunging two fingers fingers inside of you.

He teasingly scissored your walls apart, stopping just short of hooking his fingers into your sweet spot. You let out a frustrated sob feeling his fingers ghost ever so slightly on your spongy spot. "Seventeen to one," You never hoped you were right so much in your life.

Aventurine smirked up at you, picking up the pace of his fingers as he lapped at your clit. "Correct, my good girl. Now for a harder one," He denied you yet again, slowing down the pace of his fingers. Fuck, you look so precious, needy and desperate for him to make you cum.

He knew he should ease up a little, knowing you couldn't take much more. Too bad he wasn't going to. You looked so pretty crumbling to pieces for him. Your eyes widened hearing he was going to hit you with a harder question. You couldn't even hold your breath, every time you did he prodded his tongue in a way that made you see stars and louder moans tear from your throat.

"Recite some of the Fibonacci sequence," This was a particularly cruel question for you, and he knew that. You have issues remembering anything numerical. This question was way beyond your scope. Back went his mouth to latch onto your clit, coiling the knot of your orgasm tighter.

Your hips bucked up into his fingers and tongue. "I don't know, okay. I don't know," You whimpered, writhing as your walls sensitive walls clamped tightly around his fingers, "I do anything, Aventurine, please. Just make me cum," If all logic hadn't been thrown out the window before, it was straight up chucked out now.

You were dizzy, aching from overstimulation, tears watering your eyes. Aventurine groaned seeing tears fall from your eyes. His cock nearly ribboned cum into his pants. Someone like you was crying in desperate need for someone like him. Someone who the world deemed at the very bottom of the barrel before he'd even grown up.

"Hmm? Anything?" He hooked his fingers into your sweet, making you twitch in bliss. "The gambler decides the odds," He taunted nonchalantly, "and I'm afraid, the odds are not in your favor," He laughed a little as you shook as you needily rubbed your pussy on his mouth, squirming and writhing as you moaned shamelessly.

[buttsmasher]

Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.

Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?

Hi cutie xx… Jalissa

Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.

We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.

However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on. 

I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.

“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me. 

“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.

“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.” 

“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”

He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.” 

“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.

“I’ll fucking show you faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.

“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry. 

PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR

“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF

He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.

“Dude,” PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT “Stop, please!” BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.” 

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.

“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass. 

“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.

“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes. 

“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.

“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.” 

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.

“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT 

He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left. 

“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”

“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.

I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.

I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground. 

He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.” 

He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.

All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

PFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

My legs fall slack against the gym floor.

PFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTBRBFFFFFFFFF

Next my arms fall.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Nighty night faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.

Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym. 

“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor. 

At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.

Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.

Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx

I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall. 

~~~Fin

Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3

[slut4celebs]

Do You Know How to Bend

Billie Eilish x Reader

Word Count: 1,016

Trigger Warnings: SMUT, MDNI. Scissoring, mommy kind, praising degradation.

Request/Synopsis: "a smut about bilie (wlw) since she was in dance she's really flexible" ... "I was thinking she uses that to her advantage in the bedroom, being able to bend is... certain ways"

Requests are open.

Billie smirked at her girlfriend, her fingers running down her arm from behind. The two were getting ready for bed, but Billie was starting to lose her focus with (Y/n) sitting on the edge of the bed, adorning only a bra and shorts. (Y/n) turned over to shoot her a soft smile, leaning over to press a soft kiss to her lips. Billie smiled into the kiss, frowning softly when (Y/n) pulled back to tug on a shirt. "No," she whined, bottom lip still out, "I had such a nice view." She dramatically dropped her hand from her girlfriend's arm to cover her eyes in playful sorrow.

"Oh, stop being a baby and just do something about it." (Y/n) grinned impishly, causing Billie to peak under her arm. She liked to make sure that (Y/n) was 100-percent okay with her actions, and by the taunting look that had taken over the girl's face, she knew that (Y/n) knew exactly what she was getting into. "Come on, Mommy, I need you. In fact, let me take care of you first…" Her hands slid up Billie's shirt, causing her to bite her lip in response. She loved when (Y/n) took on the dominating role, even though she knew she would eventually take over because she couldn't handle being submissive for too long. Still, she wanted to see how far (Y/n) would go. "Is that okay with you? If I fucked you, Mommy? If your pretty little slut made you feel really good?"

Billie couldn't help but smirk at that, licking her bottom lip before sucking it in. She went to cup (Y/n)'s face, her thumb sliding along her bottom lip. "Make me feel good," she said, her eyes searching her girlfriend's. Billie was positive that the color of her eyes much have resembled (Y/n)'s due to how dark they got from lust. She was enthralled by the way (Y/n) took onto this dominate role so well, with no practice necessary. Billie didn't know how, exactly, she just knew she was now stripped to her underwear from very swift and calculated motions that were too quick for her brain to properly process. It caused a thrill to shiver up her spine as she watched (Y/n), herself, strip down in front of her. Both of them laid clad in their bras and panties, eyes trained on each other, trying to predict the other's next move.

"Show me what you remember from dance. You must still be pretty flexible right? I want to see it." (Y/n) hummed mischievously. She, of course, knew to be careful due to the injury that caused Billie to stop dancing. After moving to remove Billie's underwear and her own, she quickly got to work. She had her girlfriend lay on her side, lifting one leg over her shoulder. The position was compromising as it allowed (Y/n) to see how wet Billie really was for her. It made her moan in delight. She moved to position herself correctly. She then looked at her, a mischievous smirk falling on her lips as she lowered her dripping cunt against her girlfriend's their bodies clicking into place together. "Fuck. You feel so good against me, Mommy."

The two of them chased their high, their clits clashing as their moans filled the bedroom. (Y/n), having the more stable position, grinded against Billie as her girlfriend lifted her hips so they were able to meet each other better. Their breathing came out as pants as the two continued to grind against each other. (Y/n) couldn't help but be impressed by the fact Billie kept her leg carefully propped against her shoulder, a skill she had to learn after many sex trials with Billie. Though, she supposed that her girlfriend's dancer start put her at way more of an advantage than her. That didn't matter though. What mattered was their skin growing sticky with sweat, their moans mingling, and the fact they were both about to hit their orgasm at the same time.

(Y/n) turned Billie's chin, taking on the same effect that Billie did to her. By the movement, Billie knew exactly was coming before (Y/n)'s thumb was even able to touch her lip. She let her lips part and watch as (Y/n) spit in her mouth. Billie moaned and swallowed before their lips crashed hungrily, (Y/n)'s body bending forward in a slightly uncomfortable position. But it was all worth it to reach this high with Billie as their tongues fought for dominance. Their cunts clenched around nothing as orgasms wracked both their bodies. Billie's legs shook with her orgasm as they moaned into each other's mouths. They didn't stop until their highs were both reached.

When they did, they were frozen, momentarily, in their spots. They pulled away from the kiss, disconnecting a string of spit that followed in their wake. "You did so good," Billie praised, forgetting that she had been the bottom for once. She let (Y/n) use her. And, fuck, it felt so good she was going to have to fuck her again later to show her how good she did. For now, though, they just held onto to each other, not caring that they were sticking. "I'm going to need to stretch the next time you are on top." She rubbed her thigh before kissing (Y/n) deeply.

(Y/n) kissed back before pulling away to dip down and press kissing down Billie's neck. "You might should stretch now because I'm not yet done with you." Billie looked at her in surprise, but she nodded in silent excitement. "I want to see just how flexible you really are." She kissed down her body, separating her legs, finding a spot in between them. "I want to see if you know how to bend, Billie." Billie's head fell back as (Y/n)'s tongue found it's way through her folds and lips around her clit. She knew at that moment she was in for an amazingly long night.

[frownyalfred]

Bruce invented a special tool to crack open body armor when it can’t be quickly removed and ALL of his kids hate it.

The tool, later known as the “scissors of doom” (Jason) came about after a patrol gone wrong where Dick hemorrhaged under his suit/armor and Alfred and Leslie barely managed to staunch the bleeding in time (Bruce cut Dick’s suit open and literally ripped it the rest of the way with his bare hands)

Bruce calls it the “spike.” When used correctly, it can crack open the base layer of armor and extend blades into the underside for fast and effective cutting. Prototypes, designs, and knowledge of it are all locked down to the Cave.

[tmwcs]

HI, I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH!!

can u do something,like a oneshot Or something for heeseung where because of being an idol he can't date but he's also a hormonal man so he gets hot and bothered due to stress and other factors often but now it's gotten to a point where he can't concentrate, he needs pussy. So he tells his manager who pulls him aside one day to ask him what's wrong with him. Now the manager arranges someone (YOU) as a stress reliever for heeseung. U can continue the rest hehe:)

”The Arrangement.”

Warnings: Idol HS and y/n, oral (fem receiving), reader is getting paid for sex, hints of rough smut.

“Heeseung, come on! More energy! Bring out Ethan Lee! Concert is in a few hours, we need everyone on point.”

Heeseung’s hands remained firm on his hips as he rolled his eyes and caught his breath. He was frustrated, angry, and disappointed, mainly because there was a lot of truth in the staff’s words, he wasn’t as lively or energetic…in fact, he was slacking. 

“Yeah….got it. Can we do another take?” 

The staff and creative director all nod and aired the track as the boys performed their routine. “Yes! Just like that! Keep doing that Heeseung!”

“Nice wink, Jake! Do that more!”

“Sunoo, more smiling!”

“Jungwon, tilt your chin down more on this part.”

“Nice one Niki!”

“Jay, too sexy! Tone it down just a tad.”

“Sunghoon, do that thing that the girls like, you know, lick the fangs. That drives them crazy, and we want them to go ballistic during the concert.”

By the end of the hour, the group had completed a lengthy six hour session, with only ten minutes to spare before hair and makeup. “Changeover!” the staff yells out, already herding the young men backstage. 

“Heeseung…you good?”

“Huh?  Oh…yeah….”

“You sure? You seem to be out of it, I know it’s hard to get rest when we’re busy on tour…just a few more days and we can finally get a break.” Jake was always understanding, and normally he could guess the issue and provide the motivation as a resolve for everyone, including the eldest. However, this time…he wasn’t guessing correctly. 

“Yeah…thanks.” Heeseung merely stated before changing into the first outfit. He wasn’t tired or feeling restless, maybe to an extent, but that really wasn’t the cause of his lack in performance. The man was yearning; hungry for a desire that could not be fulfilled by the pampering treatment of first class air tickets, the rising fame of popularity, or the lavish hotel stay. He needed flesh, and badly. 

While it was customary for idol’s to keep things hush-hush as far as their personal lives went, it didn’t mean that they could indulge, so long as it never reached public sight or hearing. What with the frequent dates he’s gone on with many of the most well known female idols, some younger or older, the rigorous tour schedule had kept him from maintaining anything steady, and for so long he had been running dry. He wasn’t necessarily desperate, just needed the warmth and comfort of a suitable woman. 

The concert ended, and as always, the group had served well and performed fantastically. The energy was thriving and the atmosphere was filled with screams as each member waved goodbye. 

Finally, it was all done. 

“Well…we got two more days here until we fly back. We gonna do anything?” Jake inquires openly as he high-fives each member. 

“Niki and I were going to go try out this restaurant. They charge $300 per steak.”

“Oh I heard about that place. Don’t they have a year-long waitlist?” 

“Manager got us in.”

Heeseung pretended to be asleep, propping his head against the window as his arms remained firmly crossed against his chest. His ears pricked up as he overheard the ongoing conversation inside the van. 

After arriving at the hotel, everyone went into their respective rooms. As usual, Heeseung had a room entirely by himself, which he and the members were instructed to tell the fans that it was all due to chance of winning “Rock, Paper, Scissors” when in reality, the eldest of the group receives such privileges as customary within the industry. But for the sake of reflecting the bond and “softness” within their image, the company deemed it better to lie about the room assignments. 

He tosses his leather jacket aside as it flops onto the chair backing. Exhaustion took over his entire body as he threw himself on the bed. His eyes slowly open as he reaches for his phone, half of his face still buried into the plush bedding as he explores his pocket and dig it out. There was no way he could spend another night alone, taking care of his needs by hand. WIth as many callouses he had, there was no way he could even make it feel natural or good, there wasn’t enough lotion in the world that could cover up and mend the roughness of his hardworking skin. 

“We need to talk.” was all he types in before sending off the message. 

A few moments pass before he hears the knocking at his door. “Well that was fast…Mr. Manager.” he softly whispers while lifting his body off the bed. 

“Heeseung, what’s up?”

“Need you to come inside for a second.”  Heeseung nonchalantly spoke out as he turned and lazily plops himself on the couch. HIs manager followed closely behind and took a seat across, looking at the young man intently before raising the concern yet again. “Everything alright?”

“You really have to ask?” Heeseung peeks from under his elbow as he drapes an arm over his eyes. He really didn’t like to make eye contact when it came to the topic of girls and dating…and this wasn’t going to be any easier. “I need a woman…”

“.....you mean….a date?” his manager tries to confirm, before a snappy Heeseung gently corrects him. 

“Not to date….I need a woman…I need skin…flesh…hair….and nails to dig into my skin with a feminine voice to scream out my name.” 

“....so you want a prostitute?” 

“NOT A PROSTITUTE!” on the verge of losing it, Heeseung sits up rather abruptly as he squares his gaze over to his manager. He really wasn’t trying to be impatient or unpleasant, he was in a vulnerable state of mind. No man should ever go so long without feel the pleasures of someone else’s body, especially someone who is constantly surrounded by all these pretty little fans that were filling his mind with all sorts of sordid thoughts….them with their perfect makeup, the sweet fragrances of their perfume and those damn long and elegant acrylic nails. Day in and day out, he’s surrounded by feminine energy, it all contributed to this sexual demise he was falling into. “I’m just going to put it this way….if you don’t find me someone that can keep their mouth shut, and spend one night with me, then I am going to lose it. I’m on the verge of doing reckless things, and I can’t control it. Just find me someone that isn’t a prude but isn’t desperate.”

The manager knew Heeseung well enough to know when the young man was on the road to destruction, this was one of them. The heat of anger coming from his eyes was enough to tell him what he had to do. The hardest factor about this thing is finding someone suitable, not only in appearance but in their manners; he’d have to be cunning and covert. 

Five hours in, he nearly fell to the ground in defeat when suddenly…

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“Hm? Yes?”

“You dropped this back at the last walkway.” 

“Oh!...Thank you….”

You turned to  continue on with your own business when the gentleman spoke out in haste, you had assumed it was because he wanted to thank you once again for returning his wallet, but the tune of his wording made you realize that that wasn’t the case. 

“Young lady, I have a proposition for you…do you have a minute?”

…………………….

A half hour later, after an internal hesitant debate, you caved in at the young man’s offer. You weren’t the type to ever hook up with a random man, even an idol, but the fact that you had been running dry since your last break up over a year ago, and not to mention the exquisite monetary offer that would cover three months of your rent, which would leave you that much stress free from everything else going on. Your final year in college has been more demanding than the previous, so much that you had to quit your part time job, which left you struggling financially. All of this led to the perfect combination of desperation, sexually frustrated, and mentally drained. By the time he mentioned that a non-disclosure agreement would mandate that both you and the idol would refrain from exposing your identities, you accepted. 

Expressing that you wanted to get it done and over with, the man took you to the lavish hotel room, the most expensive in your home country. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt, being taken to an extremely fancy hotel room to meet a young and handsome performer and spend one night with him…for sex. Should you bail out now? 

“We’re here. Here’s the key card, it’s on the third floor, room number 306.” 

You take the key card and paused, thinking for a moment if you should just tell him that the deal was off. But the subtle push over towards the elevator pretty much sealed your night. 

You walked through the narrow corridor, staring at the gold engraving of the numbers on the key card. With a deep breath, you gently knocked on the door before inserting the key. “Hello?” you gently speak out as you open the door. The entire room was dimmed with a golden hue with no one in sight; the massive bed topped with goose feather pillows and comforter sets up an enticing welcome as you breach closer to the main layout. 

“Well hello.”

You turned in haste upon hearing the deep voice from behind, and saw him. He was leaning back against the wall, behind the door panel side. No wonder you didn’t see him when entering, the wide door swing provided enough cover for him to remain elusive yet still having enough sight to observe how delectable you look. His manager outdid himself. 

“Oh…hi…I’m sorry…my name is–”

“Y/N…”

“Y-yeah…”

The manager must have already texted the idol your name. You couldn’t lie, this entire thing was uncomfortable, and you were on the verge of backing out when the man started to walk over, stepping into the warm light. He had a handsome face, and was tall…very tall, but of all things that got to you, was the glaring look he had in his eye. He looked hungry, famished even, with the way he stroked his finger across his lips as he tilted his chin downard, arms loosely crossed as he took each step steadily. 

“Um…I’m not sure…if I should–”

“You’re already here…might as well get it going.”

He grabbed onto your shoulders, proceeding to walk forward as he herd’s you backwards until your back meets the opposite wall. He really was hungry, and unfortunately for you, it was contagious. WIth the way his hands roamed all over our body, the way his mouth immediately latched onto your throat, and the way his fingers ripped your blouse apart, sending buttons flying all over, he was a demon tainting every sense of rationality in your mind and you loved it. Still, you were experiencing hesitancy, but the moment he peeled your bra down and began sucking on your nipples, leaving squelching kisses the soft skin on your mounds. “W-wait…”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he drags you down onto the ground, pushing you back to lay you down, leaving you completely vulnerable. He had to be hurting with the way he was feasting on your body, so much that you wondered exactly just how long he had gone without it, and was it longer than you? 

“I-I…” was all you could manage to stutter when he started to lift your skirt, ruffling it around your waist as he fingers the damask lining of your thigh high stockings. With a mouthful of your skin, he muffles his burning desire. “Stop trying to push me away…I’ve been hurting for so long.” 

You ignored his words as you continued to create some distance. You were torn, he felt so good rubbing your curves but also made you feel scared with how pushy and forceful he was becoming. You nearly screamed out when the sudden warmth of soft, plush lips tenderly kissed your clitoris. Being so caught up with his mannerisms, you hadn’t realized that he dragged and tore your panties off, leaving you bare and exposed. The way his tongue circulated around and pressed in between the folds of your womanhood caused you to drop your hands to your side, no longer putting up any resistance. He kept going, licking and twirling his tongue around, making your head spin vigorously as he committed the only gentle act of the night, which was placing his hands on your inner thighs and pushing them apart as he buried his face deeper into your core. 

You moaned out in extreme ecstasy, arching your back and digging your hips downward. You gulped down hard swallows as you try to catch your breath, but the sensation of his nose and mouth inducing the most pleasure you’ve felt in over a year had you inadvertently suppressing screams, choking on your own breaths. 

“O-oh!...Oh my God! P-please!” You dug your fingernails into the floorboard, squinting your eyes shut as you gasped out your moans, he went in faster and flickered his tongue deeper while shoving it inside your cavity. Groaning out his pleasures, he growls as he thrusts it in and out. He closes your legs together, pressing them closer to your chest as he wraps his arms around your thighs, still slurping and thrusting his oral muscle. Propping his stature on the caps of his knees, he hugs your thighs close to his chest as he lifts your derriere from off the floor as he brings you closer to the edge. HIs face shoved in against your taint, his slick tongue going in and out at a vigorous momentum, the faint echoes of his cheeks slapping into you as the impact caused your body to shift up while he had you partially levitated did you in, and you screamed out your moans. With your thighs shook, lips quivered, and chest heaving, you laid restlessly as the hot stream of fresh tears escaped from the outer corners of your closed eyes. Your heavy breathing became a rewarding sight as he remained in his kneeling position, unbuckling his belt. A smirk creeps up on his face as he sheds off his attire, chuckling in a demeaning manner as he looks down at you, somewhat pitifully and yet adoringly. 

“Oh pretty thing…the night is just getting started. Got a lot of pent up frustration in me, and unfortunately, I’m about to take it out all on you. Now…grab it…and scream out my name.”

……………………..

Days had passed since that night, and you still felt sore in between your legs. It was stingy, yet the pulsating rampage also reminded you of the greatest pleasure you had felt in all your life. Not even your ex-boyfriend, the one who was known to frequent the college campus girls, could even make you feel remotely as good. Must be an idol thing, either that or there must be something in the water in South Korea. Too bad you’ll never see him again. 

You were making your way over towards the bus station ahead, when a large crowd blocked your way. 

“Oh come on…” you tilted your head left, and right, all to find a small loophole within the bustling groups of young girls screaming their heads off and flashing dozens of pictures. You shuffled your way through, not paying any mind to your surroundings, when all of a sudden a young fellow dressed in black approaches you.

“Miss y/n?”

“Yes?...who are you?”

The man declines to answer, instead, he hands you a folded piece of paper. You unfolded it to read the contents, looking rather confused. 

‘Hey pretty thing, you free tonight?’

Looking up, the staff member smiles as he points to the side, indicating for you to look in that direction. Turning your head over shoulder, you were stunned to see the man from the other night, the idol who violated you with his tongue and cock, had you begging for more until the wee hours of the early morning. It was him…

“Oh my God is he looking at me?!”

“No he’s looking at me!”

“Heeseung! Heeseung!” 

All the girls waved and jumped, but the direct eye contact and small smirk told you of who he truly was looking at. He sends off a wink which had all the girls pool into an emotional and hormonal mess, leaving only you standing upright, with his eyes still looking directly into your own, he silently mouths out the words to you. 

“My…pretty….thing.”

[nonbinarylocalcryptid]

*rubbing my hands with mischief* guess who found an incorrect quotes generator

So here is a compilation of incorrect quotes from the Astyanax lives/daddy Odysseus AU

Odysseus: Once Astyanax thanked me and I couldn’t decide between “No problem!” and “No worries!” so I yelled “No worms!” to them as they walked away.

--

Astyanax, smol, facing a threat: I am in charge of this disaster!

Odysseus: I have a name, you know.

Astyanax, smol, a little shit: Polyphemus knows

Odysseus: ...

The threat: HAHAHAHAHA

--

Astyanax: Hey Odysseus, can I get some ice-cream?

Odysseus: Only a spoonful!

Astyanax: *Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.*

Odysseus: ...

Odysseus, tearing up: that's my boy

--

Astyanax, looking at Odysseus: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

Odysseus: I hEaR tHaT

--

Astyanax when he's told about the whole horse thing, looking at Odysseus: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

--

Astyanax, at Odysseus: Of course you have blood all over you, and pronouns.

Odysseus: I use he/him pronouns...?

Astyanax: FOR THE LAST TIME, EVERYONE HAS PRONOUNS...

--

Astyanax: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!

Astyanax, earlier while Odysseus was messing up (again): I'm going to throw myself into the sea.

--

Astyanax "I was raised by Odysseus what did you expect" of Troy: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes. That barrel? Not clothes. That middle-aged man who invaded Troy? Not clothes.

--

Astyanax: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?

Odysseus: Fake?

Astyanax: ...

--

Odysseus: We'll talk about this later.

Astyanax: Fine, I won’t be listening.

--

Odysseus: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first.

Astyanax: Rock.

Odysseus: Paper.

Astyanax: ...

Odysseus: First rule, never trust anybody

--

Astyanax: I am going to need you to swear-

Odysseus: Fuck.

Astyanax:

Astyanax: ...swear as in promise.

--

Astyanax: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!!

Odysseus: What makes you think I read?

Astyanax: ...right, my mistake, that explains a lot of things.

Odysseus: now I'm offended

Astyanax: like the time I was offended by a wooden horse?

Odysseus: ...

--

Odysseus: So, I've been thinking Astyanax-

Astyanax, young but tired of this bs: That's dangerous.

--

Odysseus: Damn, the power went out.

Astyanax: Don’t worry, I got this.

Astyanax: *stomps foot*

Odysseus: What-?

Astyanax: *Sketchers light up*

--

Odysseus: Hoodie pockets are so great. I can fit like three sandwiches and a grenade in there and my hands are still warm.

Astyanax, looking at the sea: I wish Poseidon would take me now

--

Odysseus: The joy of hanging out with Astyanax. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and he bites the tip of a marker off.

--

Odysseus: I should have left you on that street corner where you were standing

Astyanax: bUt YoU dIdN't

--

Astyanax: Odysseus, when’s your birthday?

Odysseus "I'm still thinking about the infant from that night" of Ithaca: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?

Astyanax: …So I know when to wish you a happy birthday.

Have some Odysseus and Hermes, as a treat:

Odysseus: Hi, I'm Hermes's emergency contact.

Counter Woman: You're here to pick him up?

Odysseus: I'm here to remove myself as his emergency contact.

[emotional-moss]

psa cause i’m seeing WAY too many people saying “ow taking off trans tape hurts so bad” “it’s peeling my skin/leaving abrasions” etc etc

TAKING OFF TRANS TAPE SHOULD NOT HURT

as someone who has incorrectly taken it off multiple times before to the point where it left huge red patches, blistering, and sometimes even bleeding: TAKE YOUR TRANS TAPE OFF CORRECTLY!!!

so here’s my guide as someone who’s been wearing it for around 2 years now, pretty much daily.

it takes time to do it correctly. it’s very time consuming and requires a lot of patience which is why i often wear tape for 5-7 days at a time instead of the recommended 3-4 days, because the removal process takes takes so fucking long. for me it can take around 15-20 minutes, however i do use 3 layers while some people might use 2.

you have to slather your tape in oil. like soak that shit. even if you think it’s enough oil, it’s not enough oil. oil up. you need more oil.

i recommend peeling from the corners first rather than just peeling from any old side. (if you round out the edges of your tape with scissors this doesn’t really apply).

pull SLOWLY. SLOWLY!!! yanking hard will leave abrasions and irritate your skin no matter how lubricated the tape itself is. it’s not like ripping off a bandaid. especially considering breasts are a generally pretty sensitive area. so always tug very slowly.

it should not hurt. it should not hurt. IT SHOULD NOT HURT!!! it’s perfectly normal for it to pinch a little bit, be itchy, or be uncomfortable, but actual stinging pain means you’re doing something wrong. usually because you’re pulling too fast or too hard or you didn’t use enough oil. if it starts to sting or hurt when you’re removing it, let go and apply more oil to the area.

massaging the edges of the tape and areas that you’re peeling from will loosen it a lot. ive found this to be particularly helpful when you start, so i usually apply slightly more oil to the borders and edges of the tape, so that the beginning removal is painless.

be careful around the areas under your arm - like sideboob areas. since trans tape pulls your breasts to the side rather than flattening them in front, if you remove it too harshly, it can cause severe abrasions where the boob has been pulled it to the side. it’s NOT fun and is painful pretty much every time you raise your arms etc. so be very careful and patient with those areas.

always wear nipple covers. this is a given but just in case anyone out there is going to be stupid: do NOT apply it directly over your nipples. the skin there is extremely delicate and it will get damaged even if you’re extremely careful. use nipple covers.

above all, be patient. it is a time consuming process and can be annoying or uncomfortable, but don’t rush. it is not worth it!! it is NOT fun to walk around with your boob areas stinging and irritated!! and it can make future trans tape application more difficult!! so give yourself ample time to do it.

good luck and i hope this helps ! stop taking off your trans tape incorrectly friends

[amomentsescape]

Wrong Place, Right Time

Billy Loomis x Reader

Summary: Billy wanted nothing more than to add four more teens to his killing list. However, you were the last one he expected to be there.

Warnings: Violence & death, fluff

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: It felt right to kick off my Slasher Summer writings with Billy. He's been a long time favorite of mine, and it just felt right. As a reminder, I am taking any and all requests. If you have a slasher you'd like me to write for, let me know!

He could already feel the adrenaline coursing through his body. He was practically shaking as he slowly crept in through the back door of a ridiculously decked out house.

"Idiots," he muttered. The people who lived here didn't even bother locking the door.

As he finally made his way inside, he could hear chatter and heavy music making its way from upstairs.

Billy smiled as he listened.

Word had clearly spread that there was some psycho murderer making their way around the area. It only seemed right for people to ban together at night, hoping that the large gathering would deter a killer from attacking.

But clearly this group wasn't being too cautious. Leaving the door unlocked and having the stereo on high wasn't exactly rule number one in any "how to stay alive in a horror movie" pamphlet.

With this being said, the group was doing at least one thing right.

They were all together in the same room.

This was going to make Ghostface's job a little more difficult, but not impossible by any means.

He quickly turned back towards the door and signaled that he was ready.

Stu nodded back at him, having been waiting outside for his cue.

Billy smiled as he watched Stu disappear. And that smile only grew when the lights all cut out, sending everyone into a hush.

He slowly made his way up the stairs in the dark, being careful not to make any sound.

He was close enough now that he could make out voices whisper-shouting to each other. One person finally groaned out a "fine" as they left the rest of the group.

Billy considered this for a moment and realized that they were likely heading outside to the electrical panel.

He let out a frustrated sigh at this, knowing that he was going to have to go after them quickly. Stu promised not to get in the way this time.

This was his night.

As he heard the front door slam shut, Billy continued his way upstairs. He'd deal with them later.

It didn't take long to get through the group. There were only three others besides whoever left.

Ghostface jumped out from the darkness and quickly stabbed the throat of some teenage boy he had seen once or twice in the halls of their high school.

The other two girls quickly jumped up and screamed as they witnessed their friend being slaughtered right before their eyes.

One headed for the front door, but he was quick to grab onto her hair and throw her hard against the ground. The wind was suddenly knocked from her and she barely had time to gasp out when the metal blade punctured into the middle of her chest.

She shook out a few spasms and coughed up blood before her eyes quickly glazed over.

Ghostface stood back up and made his way down the hall, having seen the second girl sprint in that direction just moments before.

He felt pretty confident as he walked, already knowing where she was hiding.

Only one door was closed and if Stu and him had mapped it out correctly, it was a small bathroom with a window barely big enough to fit a child through.

"Too easy," he muttered to himself.

With a few swift kicks, the door swung open to an empty room- or so one would think.

As he tore open the shower curtain, the girl jumped up and tried to slash him with a pair of pointed scissors she had found.

She was too slow however, and Billy was quick to grab her arm and throw her body against the tiled wall.

He grabbed her head forcefully and slammed it over and over before finally using his knife to finish the job.

Easy work, he thought.

With that, he suddenly heard yelling coming from downstairs.

"Guys?"

This made Billy freeze up.

That voice. How did he not recognize it sooner?

He slowly crept his way to the top of the stairs, carefully peaking over as to not be seen. And that's when he realized it was you.

For the first time that night, Billy was scared.

You were the only one that got to see a genuine smile from the boy, the only one who Billy thought was worth living.

You both had a couple of classes together, but neither of you said much to one another. Billy had to keep up his persona with Sidney, and he didn't trust himself to do that around you.

You were much too pretty and smart to talk to anyways.

Billy had overheard conversations you'd have with some of your friends during lunch or in between classes.

You loved the same horror movies as him and always glowed when talking about your favorite characters.

He couldn't help but smile almost every day while watching you, taking in every little quirk and laugh you'd let out.

Billy had no choice but to become smitten with you.

And this is why his dilemma left him at a standstill.

He didn't want to kill you. No, he couldn't kill you. You were just too precious in his world full of anger and pain.

But what was his other option? He just killed your friends.

In his defense, he'd seen you talk to these people once or twice at school. He didn't realize you actually liked them. He may be a murderer, but he's not heartless. He didn't want to kill anyone that you cared about. But it was a little late for apologies.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself.

As you stood at the bottom level, looking around for your friends, you began to hear footsteps descending the stairs.

You quickly spun to the side and saw him.

Ghostface.

Your jaw dropped as if preparing for a scream, but no sound made its way out.

What was the point anyways? Your friends were likely all dead, and that meant there was no one else to hear your screams for help.

But if he was going to kill you, he sure was taking his sweet time.

He was walking so slowly towards you. If it weren't for the current circumstance, you would have almost thought he was trying not to scare you.

As he got closer, you began to back away from him.

You kept going until your body hit the cold wall behind you.

This was it.

He finally found himself about a foot away from you, staring through you with whatever eyes were behind that mask.

Your breath hitched and your eyes began to water. Fear overcame you as you realized that you were going to die.

As the tears began to drip down your face, Ghostface closed the gap.

He raised his hand up towards you, and you flinched away knowing that he was going to grab you by the throat and crush the wind from your lungs.

However, this wasn't what happened.

You felt the leather glove softly graze against your cheek. You carefully tipped your head back in his direction, your brows furrowing.

"W-what are you-"

His hand suddenly caressed your face, his thumb running over the wet spots your tears left behind.

You watched his shoulders sag a bit, as if he finally let go of a breath he had been holding.

And without a moment to process what was happening, he disappeared into the darkness.

[jazmyn-fayth]

Kuroo smut🙏🏽🥺

Uni au. Reader and Kuroo meet in a pub or something and shit gets spicy 🌶️. However not hard core bdsm spicy but just ”I neeeeed you” spicy.

It’s my first time doing a request 😅, so I don’t know if I am doing this correctly.

Ofc I love this request I'll be so happy to write your first request.

If you don't like it just resend your request or leave a comment I'll gladly rewrite this.

Steamy first date - T. Kuroo

Warnings: use of; pussy, cunt, cock. Head (Female receiving), love at first sight?, cringe, porn with very little plot, semi public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cum eating, establishing relationship?

My request are open

Your dorm mate Aiko had dragged you to a Pub with her and her friends, she ran off with her friends to go flirt with the University's boys volleyball team

All of a sudden she ran over pulling you over.

"Kuroo!" Aiko called out to the rooster haired player

The boy looked over "yeah?"

"This is Y/n I think you'll to get along." She's shoved you forward into his chest

"im sorry" you apologized and and back away

"It's okay it don't mind, it's wasn't your fault, plus I don't mind having a pretty girl like you in my arm." His silky voice made it clear he was flirting.

After about 30 minutes of talking getting to know each other you ended up in the Pub's bathroom needily making out

Kurro had you against the wall making out kissing deeply, with so much passion as his tounge fought for dominance winning easily and pulled back pulling his and your shirt off taking a minute to admire you.

Before picking you up with easy and sat you on the counter next to the sink pushing you to lay back trailing his hands down your side and stopped at your pants

As soon as you nodded he pulled your pants off and kissed up your thigh slowly then stopped when he got clothes to your needy pussy, coming back to kiss you needily

"I want you so bad" he said breathlessly pulling you up and unclipped your bra throw it on the ground and started teasing your nipples running his finger over them and kiss your chest latching his mouth onto them

You moaned and he covered your mouth "be quite pretty girl we don't wanna get caught do we" Kuroo teased.

And he trailed his hands down again pulling you slightly off the edge of the counter to pull of your underwear then pushed you to lay back going back to slowly kissing up your tight looking in in the eyes with need before reaching your cunt and kissed around where you needed him the most causing you to whine

As he smirk then latch onto your clit still covering you'd mouth with on hand holding your legs apart with the other sucking your clit teasing to bud with his tounge and took his hand that was on your thigh and slowly traced the outline of your entrance with his finger before slowly thrusting one of his fingers in making you moan more against his hand and buck your hips into his face

He shoved another finger in and started to scissor you open curling his fingers a your g-spot making your legs start to tremble as you clenched around his finger, a feeling in your stomach started to tighten and you moan and spoke muffled by his hand

"I'm gonna cum of fuck, your gonna make my cum, oh shit" you rambled was muffled by his hand as he looked up slightly to make eye contact as he continued wanting to watch you cum.

As your muffled moans got louder as you trembled more and grabbed his hair pushing him into you as your tights clamped around his head as you cummed on his finger and face and he lapped it up riding out your orgasm.

And then stood up pulling his finger out of you uncovering your mouth holding his two fingers near your lips.

"Taste how good you taste for me, pretty girl" Kuroo said with a husky rough voice full of lost and desire.

You opened your mouth licking his finger clean tell he pulled them away and kissed you tasting yourself on his lips then he pulled away.

"Can I fuck you, pretty girl, I need you so so bad"

As soon as you nodded he pulled the rest of his clothes off and grabbed your thighs pulling the open and lined up his cock with your pussy

And slowly trusted into you both of you moaning when he bottomed out and he cover you mouth and leaned down sucking hickeys on you neck and chest to muffle his own moans as he started a needy pace going fast enough to make the counter underneath you creaked

"Oh fuck you feel amazing" Kuroo moaned as he continued moving

He continued trusting going faster as he started to feel his climax approaching and once again the feeling in your stomach started tightening.

"I'm cumming" you moaned against his hand as he pulled almost all the way out then slmaed back in sending you over the edge making you cum hard on his cock clenching around him triggering his own orgasm, burying himself into you rocking his hip as ropes of cum filled you.

He slumped forward and stopped covering your mouth

"I really like you, pretty girl can we maybe continue getting to know eachother after this maybe do this again sometime but as a couple next time" Kuroo mumbled against your shoulder

"I'd like that" you muttered back as he pulled out watching his cum drip out of your cunt.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓

🦇halloween masterlist - monsterverse masterlist🦇

warning - smut, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, knife/blade kink, oral, creampie, sort of loss of virginity?, nipple play, slut used.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The sound of thunder could be heard from within the walls, a mad scientist leant over his crafting table as he peered down at his latest creation. His monster lurked within the shadows, watching with curiosity as his creator informed him of her. Edward would finally get someone like him, someone to call his own, but he felt his stomach twist as he watched Bucky, something deep inside was telling him he wouldn’t be getting her all to himself.

Bucky moved swiftly, reaching over to his machine as he worked fast. Needing to connect it to you in time of the lightning or else it wouldn’t work. As lightning cracked throughout the night sky, Bucky pressed something against your chest, bringing you to life. You shoot up, eyes wide as your chest heaves rapidly. Your gaze darts around until it lands on the man standing in front of you, his hair wild, eyes crazed, and a shimmer catches your attention causing it to fall to his arm. Something inhuman rests there, making you feel as though he is one of you, whatever you are.

Movement from the corner of your eye catches your attention and you move toward it, landing on another man. His hair darker and wilder, face scarred and what are thought to be fingers that accompany his hand are instead scissors. The sharpness of them causes you to feel a tingle between your legs, something unfamiliar, for you are new to this world. Your mouth opens and closes as you feel you want to say something, but no clue on how. The crazed man beside you jumps, causing you to follow. 

“It worked! My god, finally!” Your brows furrow, wondering what he means. His eyes connect with yours and you feel a flutter in your stomach, the feeling foreign, but so is everything else. “Welcome to the land of the living, doll.” His smile does something to you, making you feel as though you owe your life to him, but a grunt interrupts those thoughts. 

Edward lurks forward, eyes wide and innocent looking, but something darker hides between. “Mine.” His grunt brings back those strange feelings between your thighs, causing you to squeeze them together. He looks toward his creator, repeating. “Mine!” No hint of a question can be heard. 

Bucky rolls his eyes, ignoring his monster and eyeing you. He did in fact create you for Edward but seeing you now. So beautiful, so unknowing. It did something to him, could he really give you up? You were his creation after all. His silver arm moves forward to brush against your soft skin but is brutally slapped away by another. 

“No touch. Mine.” You were confused, but also something else. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but seeing two men openly make it known they want you, did something to your insides. 

“H–h–el–lo...?” You try and speak, your words come out broken. Your brows furrow and head tilts wondering if you had said that correctly, two sets of eyes watching you. You try again, “he–l–lo?” It felt like you were improving, and with the smile that was making it’s way onto the crazed mans face, you decided to try it one more time. “Hello...?” 

Bucky jumps again, clapping. “Brilliant! Just brilliant, doll! You sure learned a lot faster than Edward here.” He cackles, throwing his head back. Edward? So that was the scarred man’s name, your eyes fell onto him as you thought, and you noticed his cheeks turning a sickly pink colour. Was that normal? Bucky returns to somewhat normal for a crazy scientist and looks back down at you. “Right, where are my manners? I’m Bucky Frankenstein, I am the one that created you and Edward here.” He leans forward and there’s a weird thumping in your chest. “What would you like to be named, doll?” 

You think, not really knowing any name, but one does appear in your mind as if it’s an echo, a sign. Your mouth opens again, and you softly reply. “Y/n… My name.” Bucky beams and Edward nods with approval.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He winks, ignoring the glare from the other. Bucky holds his arm out, helping you off the table. “Come, I.” A throat clears. “We shall show you around and once you get comfortable, you can decide which of us you would rather.” It seemed quite mean, for him to make you choose when you didn’t even know yourself yet. They showed you around before leading you to your room and leaving you to get comfortable, for they would want answers later. 

A week had passed since Bucky had brought you to life, you had learnt more by going down to the library or listening to the stories he would tell. Your speech was improving, and you felt happier but there was one thing you were dreading and that was deciding between the two men. You couldn’t choose, they both had different things you loved, Bucky with his knowledge and Edward with his affection. You knew you were created for Edward, and that should’ve made your decision easier. But something in your gut was pulling you toward Bucky, knowing that even if you did choose Edward, he wouldn’t let you go. 

The dreaded day had come, you had walked into the library, wearing a new dress Edward had gotten you. (More like stolen, but the gesture was sweet.) You halted in your tracks as you noticed Bucky and Edward standing there, a wild look in the formers eyes and a soft in the latter's. “Hello...” 

“My dear doll. The day has come, do you have an answer for us?” Your palms felt sweaty, and your heart pounded in your chest, you had learnt these were nerves. You look between them, your mouth opening and closing, your chest feeling tighter and tighter as it becomes hard to breathe.

“Is okay.” Edward grunts, nodding. “Pick him.” He begins to step away and finally it was no longer hard to breathe, instead you felt sadness erupt throughout you and tears brimming your eyes. This is why you didn’t want to choose, you wanted them both, but they never made that an option, so you pushed it away. 

“I–I can’t… I don’t want to decide!” As dramatic as ever, you run after declaring that and as if it were a Disney film, you ran into your room and drastically flopped onto your bed, burying your face into your pillow. 

Bucky shakes his head, gesturing to Edward to follow as they make their way to your room. To be honest, he was never going to make you pick one. He was insane, he wanted to mess with everyone and everything. Bucky wanted to drive you to your breaking point, so you had no choice to agree to sharing, he had planned everything to a T. As he and Edward entered your room and your cries filled their ears, he felt his cock twitch. Ah, that wonderful feeling that he hadn’t felt for so long until you came along. A feeling you gave him every time you entered the room, spoke, even existed. The amount of times he wanted to bend you over the library table and pound his thick cock into you was driving him even more insane. 

“Doll, it’s okay.” He shoved those thoughts aside as he and Edward sat beside you on the bed. “You don’t have to decide, we’ll do it for you if you allow us.” His hand rests on your upper thigh, so close to the spot you all wanted to be touched/touch. Your head lifted from the soft pillow, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Unknowingly causing their cocks to harden and twitch. “Will you let us share you, doll?” You nod, not being able to speak with how overwhelmed you feel. 

Edward’s hand slowly moves up your body, the feel of his blades and the coldness they bring cause you to clench around nothing. It’s as though he knows how you feel about them because he begins to taunt you, dragging them even slower, pressing the tips into you soft enough to not break skin. “Mine… Ours.” He corrects himself, smiling gently down at you as you whimper beneath them. With quick movement, the dress splits from the middle and falls delicately to the sides, exposing your bare breasts to them. “Beautiful…” 

Bucky groans, ruining the soft moment between you two as he roughly reaches over and fondles your soft flesh. His fingers brush against your nipples, flicking and rubbing them until you are a whimpering mess beneath him. Your mind is cloudy as he touches you, pleasure exploding throughout your body. “Such a perfect creation. My pretty doll.” Bucky groans, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking, causing your back to arch. 

Edward moves softly, pressing and running his blades all over your body as he watches your reactions. His eyes latched onto your glistening cunt, feeling his pants tighten as your juices begin to leak from your pretty hole. With slow and gentle movements, he brings his hand down to between your legs, experimenting as he presses the flat side of his blade against your puffy clit, enjoying the soft mewls that fall from your lips. Your hands fly out and clutch Bucky, tightening your grip as they continue to bring you pleasure. 

Bucky pulls away, leaving a string of saliva to follow as his eyes move down your body and glares at Edward’s hand. “Switch.” Without a fight, Edward slowly moves away with a pout until his gaze locks onto your juices that cover his finger replacements. You watch as he brings them to his mouth, eyes locked with yours as he licks it clean. You let out a soft moan, your hooded eyes watch as they move, switching places. “Good. You got her all ready for me.” Bucky speaks with a groan. You let out a gasp as Bucky rubs your swollen clit, making you wetter if that was even possible. 

Your hands lift as you decide to help Edward with his pants, needing to feel him in your mouth, taste him. See if he is as sweet as he seems. You move swiftly, moaning when you finally free his hardened cock. Your mouth falls open and you quickly latch onto his leaking tip, not wasting anytime as you begin to suck. Edward’s head falls back, whimpers escaping him, never having experienced this kind of pleasure before, Edward didn’t know what to do except dig his blades into the mattress. Your mouth so skilful as if Bucky himself made it that way. 

Bucky watches with heated eyes as you suck the soul out of his monster. His hands fall to his pants and immediately takes himself out, groaning as he wraps his hand around his thick, throbbing member, giving it a squeeze before slowly beginning to stroke it. “You’re doing so good, doll. A natural slut. One made for us.” He growls before laughing as he realises you were literally made for them, lining his swollen tip up against your sopping entrance, he groans as he slowly pushes in. Your walls squeeze him tightly, pulsating around him as he begins to thrust in and out. 

You moan around Edward, eyes crossing as Bucky fucks hard and fast into you. Your cheeks suck in, sucking him harder and swirling your tongue around his leaking tip. Your head bobs up and down, Bucky pounds into you. His hands grip your hips, balls slapping against your arse. Edward whines, his hips begin to jerk, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth and hitting your throat as he feels his orgasm approaching. 

“G–gonna… So close!” He moans, squeezing his eyes shut as spurts of cum shoot out of him. You moan softly, swallowing his cum and finally finding out that he was sweet both inside out and out. He slips out of you and sags into your bed, watching you with a happy look in his eyes. 

Your moans are loud, bouncing off the walls as Bucky pulls you closer to him. His cock slides in and out of you roughly, a ring of white coating his base which each movement. Fingers gripping your flesh so hard, it’ll leave bruises in the morning. Your hands grip the sheets, fingers and toes curling as your back arches from the bed and your juices squirt out of you, covering your creator. Bucky groans, leaning over your body as he thrusts a few more times before releasing thick spurts of cum deep into you, coating your walls with white. 

He leans back, peering down at you and pushes your hair out of your face. “Such a good doll for us.” The smile he gives is almost wicked, suited for a crazed man. Edward curls toward the two of you, carefully placing his arm around you as you all begin to drift off into a blissful sleep. 

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