#when i spit and see all the blood i immediately start gagging but this was the first time i actually vomitted from it it was so gross

[demadogs]

el’s so lucky with her dainty little one drop nosebleeds mine are violent and visceral and make me throw up bc i could taste blood in my mouth its a whole scene

[simpjaes]

Would you ever do mtl be into cnc 👀

cnc stands for consensual non consent, please do not read this if it's going to upset you. reminder that cnc is consensual and agreed upon by everyone involved!

warnings: anal, jake repeatedly goes past the boundaries, safe words, dry penetration, crying, being physically overpowered, the act of saying "no" for fantasy sake, fainting, the act of gagging where you can't say the safe word, various roleplay mentions, knife/blood kink.

MTL: hyung line + consensual non consent

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★ heeseung: he would be the one bringing it up to you, and would probably be a little shocked when you immediately agree. then again, you could never seriously say no to those big sparkling doe eyes. if he wants to hear a no, if he wants to see you try to fight and cry your way out of something, if that's what gets him going, hell fucking yeah, you can play that part for him. And he loves it too. Heeseung can always be quite rough in bed, safe words and all, but he would definitely go harder the second you say no. and he'd also know deep down that you only say no when you want him to go harder, and make it hurt more. additionally, he'll probably take all of your holes, even the ones where- outside of the cnc fantasy- you're a bit unsure about. but that's the thing, you're not against it, and offering nothing but his spit-coated cock dryly pushing past your rim is-- well, even you're not sure if the way you writhe was real or not. still, even through it all, heeseung would keep a soothing hand somewhere on you to comfort you, simply because he knows he may or may not teeter on the boundaries that the two of you set in place.

☆ jay: with jay being the service top of all service tops, I think he would be willing to do literally anything you ask both in the bedroom and outside of it and not falter for a second. i don't think he would be the one bringing it up, but he would absolutely be the one playing the role as an aggressor for your pleasure. Would probably be a bit too gentle for your liking at first, or on edge a little bit about it but I also think he'd end up enjoying the way you give him the power after a little while. he'd start really playing the role when you cry and writhe to get away from him, acting like you're not absolutely dripping down his balls as he forces himself deep and holds you against him. jay would probably surprise you too, disguising praise with awful filthy words, like, "so tight when you try to fight-" and "does it hurt enough?". hm, not to be hella biased but i also think jay would unlock a few kinks through this, blood, knives, ropes, chains, etc. after all, partaking in a kink so extreme does tend to open the doors for all sorts of pain and pleasure to safely partake in together. do I think jay would lend a little cut before sucking your blood up if you so much as gave his knife some heart eyes? yes. do i think he would tie you up, forcing you to curl in on yourself so he can fuck every part of you? yes. but also, i think he is the fucking king of aftercare and would keep you patched up and comfortable after the fact, making damn sure you know he loves you.

★ jake: he's into it 100%, and eventually one of you would bring it up and offer discussions and boundaries after checking the internet history lmfao. the thing with jake is, he may be a bit too rough with it to the point you've had to literally shove him off of you because you see the light in his eyes die and something else take over. I'm talking like, he's holding your head with both hands slamming into your throat, and even if you fight to breathe you know it's part of the fantasy and you can't literally shout the safe word because well...you know, cock bruising your throat repeatedly. like he definitely would lose all sense of humanity with the fantasy and chase only pleasure, only hoping you get something out of it after the fact when he comes back to himself. def has made you faint a few times and kept going. i think it gets to the point that you wouldn't exactly be scared of him, but you'd have to sit him down and be like "okay we need a little more than a safe word or something because-" and he'd immediately go into panic mode and apologize repeatedly for always going a bit too far. would also be trained to wanna fuck you every time you tell him no. like "no, not tonight jake, i have to work in the morning." then he's immediately rolling you onto your stomach, ripping your pajamas down your legs, and burying himself in like "hm? what was that?"

☆ sunghoon: you bring it up to him and he's curious but probably not that good at it at first. always asking if you're okay, always saying shit like "are you sure you don't wanna say the safe word?" and instinctively stopping his hips every time you fight. i don't think he'd have it in him until he gets comfortable and fully trusts that this is what you want. but....when that clicks in his head OH MAN. holding you down and pushing in dry, gagging you with his fingers, writing all over your body, hurting you, forcing you to cry for real. the difference would be like night and day, feeling him use his strength against you in all of the best ways, making you hurt only to still get you off repeatedly and humiliate you for it. would also get a little too into role play and do the whole kidnapping scenario, doctor and patient, teacher and student, step bro and step sis. like you'd 100% rip his darkest fantasies out of the darkest parts of his brain and let him act them out on you. after care king #2 though, definitely making you forget about how fucking terrifying he can be.

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[etherealxwitch]

Scream For Me

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie x Reader

Summary: An unknown caller leaves you scared and horny

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dub-con, cnc, knife, blood, oral (m and f receiving), praise, degradation, choking, reader is gagged, spit, name calling (slut), fingering (f receiving), slight anal play, impact play, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, breeding kink

WC: 4.2K

(happy halloween! i hope you enjoy this fic!)

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What people don’t mention when running from a masked psycho killer is the slight thrill that you feel. Your adrenaline starts pumping and your heart is pounding with every beat. It’s like your whole body is vibrating and you can’t tell if it’s from being so petrified or not. What you do know is that hiding in this closet isn’t going to work out much longer. You can hear the heavy boots make their way across the floor and you slow your breathing, trying to be as quiet as you can. Hopefully, it just passes and leaves you alone, but you know that won’t happen. You’ve seen the news, you know that he gruesomely kills everyone he goes after and you just so happen to be the next on his list. 

You didn’t think your night would turn out like this. It was normal at first, you had the house to yourself and planned on relaxing. That was until you got a call. When you answered the first time all you could hear was someone breathing on the other end, the second time was when this mysterious person spoke up. 

“Sorry I didn’t speak earlier.” What a weird way to start a phone call. The voice was rough and sounded a bit weird, but you thought nothing of it.

“Who is this?” Usually, if someone misdialed the wrong number, they didn’t call back to apologize. Whoever this was must have really wanted to talk to you. 

You heard rustling in the background of the call, like the person on the other end was moving around. “Just someone..” his voice trailed off and that’s when you started to get a bit concerned. “Someone that you may or may not know.”

The call was getting weirder by the second and you were tired of your time being wasted. “Listen, you had the wrong number the first time and that’s okay. I’m just gonna hang up now.” You pulled the phone away from your ear and just as you were about to hang up, you heard a soft ‘wait.’

Slowly, you brought the phone back up and waited to hear what was so important. “I wanna know what’s under those tiny little sleep shorts.” That’s when your heart dropped. The phone fell from your hands and you immediately went running and hid. Sure, it could be a joke, but you weren’t about to risk that. 

And that’s how you ended up here. 

As the boots get closer to the closet you’re hiding in, your breaths become slower, so slow that you start to hold your breath. You can now feel the fear start to take over the adrenaline and you were ready to plead for your life. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” The voice changer that the killer was using made the hair on your arms stand up. He was so close and you’re sure that he can hear your heart pounding inside your chest. “Just wanna play with a pretty girl, that’s all.”

The door to the closet swung up and you were met face-to-mask with the psycho killer. “Gotcha!” You tried your best to scurry away, but he caught you by the hair and pulled your back against his hard chest. “Don’t think you’re getting away that easily.”

As you looked up at the mask, you realized that the voice was much less scary than what you were now faced with. The mask was a stark white, mouth and eyes filled in with black. It looked like someone was screaming or wailing in pain. The eyes were at a weird slant and it gave you a feeling, a feeling that you just couldn’t shake off so easily. “See something you like?” The mask's mouth was right now to your ear. You could hear the other person breathing and you gulped. “Don’t act so bashful now. You weren’t when you were prancing around your living room in these short pajamas, being a tease, and making my cock so hard.”

You didn’t even process what he said, you didn’t care. “P-please, I’ll do anything you want.” Tears began to prick your eyes in hopes that pleading could work for you. “Anything, I’ll do it.” 

The masked killer let out a sadistic laugh and you felt your stomach drop. You were so focused on pleading for your life that you didn’t even register what you were fully saying. Before you knew what was even happening, you were being pulled by your hair to your room. How did this person know where your bedroom was? How did they even get into the house? Your mind was boggled with so many questions and you knew you’d get no answers. 

“You said you do anything, huh?” You looked up from your place at the bed, the person under the mask looking right back at you and cocking their head to the side. “Let’s see if you mean that.” They pulled the black robe that they were wearing over their head, leaving them in just the mask, an old DIO tee, and some ripped jeans. The shirt looks so familiar, but you just let it slip from your mind. 

Your mouth gets dry when you notice their hard cock pressing against the zipper, just begging to be let out. “Don’t have me waiting all day now.” You felt the blade of the cold knife press into your cheek, just enough to let you know what the killer could actually do to you if he wanted. 

Your shaking hand reached for the belt that held up his pants. Once you realized what you were doing, you pulled back. “I-I’ll do anything but this, please.” Tears were streaming down your face again, you just wanted to live. “I didn’t see your face, you can just leave and I’ll act like this never even happened.”

Above you, the guy let out a chuckle and tutted at you. “Tsk tsk, I’ve already made my decision,” his hand wrapped around your hair and pulled hard, making you yelp in pain. He hooked his thumb in your mouth and spit a glob of saliva onto your waiting tongue. “If you want to live, I suggest you start sucking.”

This was actually happening, was it? This was how your life ended? You were too lost in your thoughts to realize that the man in front of you had dropped his jeans and boxers to his knees, his cock now right in front of your face. The size and girth made you gulp. 

“Aw, are you really that shy?” His calloused thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it plop back into position. “I know all about you and what this pretty mouth is capable of. Why do you think I picked you for tonight, hmm?” You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew they were looking down at you, watching how the tears slowly fell down your cheeks. 

“Don’t cry, you’re too pretty for that and it’s making my cock even harder. You flinched with the head of his leaking cock touching your lips. His rough hand immediately came down to hold your head still, his cock slowly sliding into your warm mouth. “Fuck, that’s it. Just let me use that pretty mouth of yours.”

His hips bucked into your mouth causing you to gag around his throbbing cock. “Is it too big for you?” Again, his cock hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water more than they already have been. “Guess you’ll just have to suck it up.”

Both of his hands reached for your head, holding it still as he fucked your mouth. Spit pooled in the corners of your mouth before dripping down to your chin. His balls squished against your chin with each thrust, making a squelching sound reach your ears. “Never knew you could be this dirty. Just gonna keep ruining every part of you.”

When you looked up at him, you watched as his hand came down and two of his fingers clamped down on your nose. You were struggling to breathe more, coughing around his cock but he didn’t seem to care. “C’mon, you can take it can’t you?” Your nails scratched at his hairy thighs before he pulled his fingers away. “There, now you can breathe.”

He pulled away, giving you a chance to actually catch your breath. Your makeup had stained your cheeks and your lips were red and swollen. You barely had a chance to recover before he was pulling your head further between his thighs, his heavy sack now pressed against your lips. 

You know what he wanted, it was evident in the pushing of your head. When your tongue rolled around one of the cum filled balls, his head dropped in pleasure. “That’s it,” you sucked both balls into your mouth, rolling your tongue over both of them. “Keep sucking, just like that.” 

The balls tensed up in your mouth and you couldn’t deny the throb that was starting to form between your legs any longer. This was so wrong, but your body felt that it was so right. 

Again, he pulled your head away and forced his whole cock into your mouth. The way gagged you around his cock, made him groan out even more. “Listen to that,” he held his hips still, his cock just resting in the back of your throat. “God dammit, never wanna stop using this mouth.”

After a few more thrusts into your mouth, he pulled his cock from your raw throat, a string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his cock. His pants are now completely off, giving him more access to move. “I don’t want to cum just yet.” He helped you stand up before pushing you onto the bed. “Gotta get more of a taste of you.” 

You sat up on your elbows, your heart pounding in your chest. The closer his hands got to the hem of your shorts, the more you wanted to close your legs. You know if you tried that though, it wouldn’t work out for you in the end. Instead, you endured it. You endured his rough hands slowly pulling down your shorts. He stopped to let out a groan at the sight of your panties barely covering your pussy. You cowered under his eyes, wanting to turn away from them. 

“I just knew you were hiding such a perfect pussy under these shorts.” He tossed the shorts to the side, not caring where they ended up. His thumb ran over your clothed clit, causing your whole body to shiver. “You like this don’t you? Like that you’re being touched in such an intimate way?”

You didn’t answer him, just nodded your head yes. He didn’t like that so much, smacking down on your thigh. His ring-clad fingers left behind a sting, a sting that you were loving at the moment. “Y-yes, yes I like it.” Your voice was weak, the words already coming out broken.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His soft lips, in contrast to his hands, kissed over your ankle. He nibbled over it some, smirking up at you when you let out a tiny gasp. “I cannot wait to hear more of those pretty sounds,” his tongue darted out and licked over his bite mark. “M’gonna have you screaming for me.”

The cold blade of his knife ran up your thigh, sliding briefly under your panties before pulling away from them. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect next. You felt the blade press into your supple skin, causing you to let out a hiss at the contact. It stung and felt good all at once. The knife carved in more, you could tell he was marking you with letters, but you couldn’t tell just what they were. When you lifted your head to get a look at the masked killer you noticed that his mask was pulled up a bit, exposing a toothy grin. You felt the blood begin to drip down your leg, but it didn’t drip for long. His tongue caught the blood, swallowing it down. 

“Tastes good, but I bet this pussy tastes even better.” He spread your thighs wider, you helped just a bit. “Knew you wanted this.” He kissed your pussy over your panties, before pulling them to the side. When he spread your pussy lips apart, your slick strung between them. 

You didn’t have much time to protest before his tongue swiped over your clit, swirling around the swollen bud. Pleasure took over your body and you tried your best not to moan, not to let him know how he was making you feel but it was beginning to get too much. Each swipe of his tongue against you was sending you into a spiral, adding more fuel to the fire inside of you. 

A moan finally left your lips when he suckled your clit in between his plump lips. “I-, oh god.” You couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t deny just how good he was making you feel. It’s when you felt his teeth that your back arched off the bed. It was a foreign feeling, but you were beginning to love it too much. 

He pulled away, his lips and chin covered in all your slick. “Feels good doesn’t it?” His tongue swiped down to your pussy hole, making you clench around nothing. “This will feel even better.”

Slowly, his tongue slid in and it made your eyes roll right to the back of your head. You could hear the squelching noises from between your thighs and you let out a small giggle at it before you moaned again. Your hands search for anything to grab onto before settling on the sheets below you. This man had skill, knowing just how to roll his tongue inside you and how to add pressure with his thumb right to your clit. It felt like you were getting pleasure from each angle. 

“Tastes just like honey,” he hummed against you.

Between the pressure from his thumb and the swirling of his tongue inside you, you couldn’t hold it together anymore. Your body writhed against the mattress, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. The moans rolled off your tongue and your back arched towards the ceiling, you had no control over your body. 

“Did I fucking say you could cum?” Smack! He smacked against your pussy, his rings catching at your clit. The action made you clench around nothing and he chuckled. 

“I- I’m sorry?” You didn’t know what to say, your mind and body still coming down from your orgasm. Your breath had barely been caught when he pulled away. 

“Sorry?” He moved from his position between your thighs to be right by your head. “You will be sorry.” He pulled you by his head and slipped behind you. “Let’s get this shirt off.” 

You watched as he grabbed the knife, sliding it under your shirt and cutting through the flimsy material. Your nipples hardened immediately and you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold air hitting them or the feeling of being used. 

His hands gripped at your boobs, smacking them, and then pulled at your nipples. Your hips rolled against his and you could feel his cock rutting between your ass cheeks. “Now you wanna be a good girl?” He reached onto the floor and grabbed your panties, shoving them into your mouth. “Let’s just see how good you can actually be.”

Fingers traced down your body, one hand still playing with your nipple. Slowly, he brushed over your clit, making you buck into his touch. You couldn’t moan, just letting out a tiny hum from the panties in your mouth. He rubbed your clit between two of his fingers, just like your nipple and your breathing was already becoming more ragged. 

“Yeah, you like that?” His hand left your nipple and came up to your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off a small amount of your air supply. “Like being treated this way?” 

You coughed out a moan when he slid two fingers into you, curling right at your g-spot. He knew exactly where it was and it was rubbing against it relentlessly. Your hips ground against his hand, adding more pressure than before. 

“You're gonna cum again, aren’t you?” He was right. You were already sensitive from your last orgasm and his fingers were sending you into overdrive. “Go on, make a mess for me.” 

And that’s when you heard it before you inevitably felt it. You heard the gush of yourself cumming against his fingers, your vision going blurry. The squeezing on your throat didn’t let up even as you struggled to breathe through your now second orgasm of the night. Your whole body went limp and you felt yourself drip down his fingers and onto the sheet below you, doing exactly as he said and making a mess. 

“That’s a good fucking girl,” his words weren’t helping at all. You kept cumming for what felt like minutes before your vision finally wasn’t blurry anymore. 

He pulled his fingers away and spread them apart in front of your face. You noticed how they glistened and your orgasm was strung between them. “It’s your turn to get a taste,” he removed the panties from your mouth and replaced them with his fingers. Greedily, you sucked them dry, turning your head to the side and making eye contact with him through the mask. “Fuck, you’re just a little slut.”

This man started out having you beg for your life and now you were wrapped around his finger, quite literally.  Funny how things change, right?

You were pushed down against the bed, your stomach flopping against the mattress. “Now, it’s time for act three.” Behind you, he was stripping the rest of the way. Of course, the masked stayed on. “M’gonna fuck this pretty pussy until I’m absolutely satisfied that you’re worth living.” 

His hands grabbed your ass, rubbing over the smooth skin before pulling back and spank! Your body jolted forward from how hard he hit, more tears threatening to spill. “Shit.”

The head of his cock rubbed against your very sensitive and swollen clit, causing you to whimper and him to groan at just how wet you are. “This pussy is so pretty,” he slowly slid in and groaned at just how tight you were. “Sad that it’s about to be ruined.”

Your head was pressed against the covers, muffling your moans at being so full of cock. He didn’t like that, grabbing your hair and pulling you up so that your back was flush against his bare chest. “Scream for me.” He pulled his cock all the way out before slamming back in. You screamed out a pornographic moan, so loud that you’re sure the neighbors could hear. “That’s more fucking like it.”

His hips kept snapping into yours, making your body jolt and moans spill from your mouth. “Please, fuck-, please don’t stop.” Your words were coming out broken, he was making your brain and body feel so fuzzy. The way his balls were slapping on your clit was just making you moan more, “feels so good.”

“Yeah? Feels good?” He grabbed your hips and made you grind against his cock. His head fell forward in pleasure, hair falling from behind the mask. “This is my pussy now,” he reached around, and his thumb found your clit. “Just made for me.”

“Y-yours, it’s yours.” How were you already so close? You could feel your toes start to curl and your thighs start to shake. He knew just how to push the right buttons and say the right things. 

To add to the pleasure, he spits down into your puckered-up and takes his other thumb, and rubbed the spit into your skin. “Gotta give this pretty ass some attention, don’t I?” You felt his thumb push into the right muscle and you almost lost it. He held it there, his thrusts helping push the thumb in deeper. “So tight, so pretty.”

You clenched around his thumb and cock. It felt like your body was going into overdrive. “Please, please.” You had no idea what you were begging for. Was it for you to cum or for him to fuck you harder? At that moment, you didn’t care, you just wanted all of him.

He timed his thumb rubbing your clit to the harsh thrusts of his hard cock inside your pussy. You could feel each part of his cock; the veins, the mushroom-shaped head. Fuck, he felt so good. You clenched around his cock, trying so hard to hold off your orgasm but one more of his thrusts into your g spot sent you into a frenzy. 

“Oh- oh my god!” You felt yourself gush around his cock, your body falling limp against the mattress. Everything was on fire; from your head straight to your toes. You couldn’t contain the moans or profanities falling from your lips, you had no card in the world other than your third orgasm ripping through every inch of your body. 

“Atta girl.” He didn’t stop thrusting, not until you had stopped cumming around his cock. When he pulled out, his whole cock was covered in his cum and he smirked at the sight below him. “Look at this, proof of how I own you.”

You tried to move, tried to roll over but your body was spent. He flipped you over though, your back now pressed against the mattress. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.” 

“Please, I can’t take anymore.” Every part of you was sensitive. The slightest touch makes you whimper. 

He didn’t care though, sliding his cock right back into your very soaked pussy. You listened to him groan and looked down at where the two of you were connected. That’s when you saw it; the initials carved into your thigh. E.M

You both smirked as you traced your fingers over them. A thrust distracted you from looking, your hands grabbing at his thighs. “Holy-.” 

“It’s my turn to cum.” This time was about Eddie’s pleasure. He was chasing his own release and you were just his fleshlight. Eddie grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them forward, your legs now pressed against your chest. This new angle made him hit deeper than before. “The best pussy in the fucking world.” 

Your legs shook with each snap of his hips, his pubic bone rubbing right against your clit. The pleasure inside of you was already building it, still not fully recovered from the last time. “Eddie, I-.”

“Sh, baby. I know.” He grunted when you clenched around him, his head falling back. Eddie was already so close to cumming, holding back early just so he could focus on you. You knew he was close, could tell by how red his chest was getting and how his thrusts started to falter. “You gonna cum with me?” 

“Uhuh,” was all you said before his hands gripped your hips and pulled you to him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. 

It didn’t take long for him to cum after that. His head was falling into your shoulder, his cock stilling inside of you as his cum pumped deep into your pussy. His breath was hot against your neck, fanning over you with each grunt he let out. Eddie came so much that you could feel it start to drip from your ruined hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” 

You held onto him tightly as your own orgasm came, his name like a prayer on your lips. “Eddie.. my god.” Never have you orgasmed this hard. Your whole body was stiff as the pleasure raked through your body, sending a tingly feeling through each of your nerves. You soaked every bit of his cock. 

Moments passed before the two of you said anything and you could feel his cock soften inside of you. Breaths were the only thing to be heard until he pulled out and you both hissed at the sensation. When Eddie looked down to watch his cum spill out of your spent hole, he scooped it back up and pushed it inside. “Can’t let this go to waste,” you couldn’t see his face but you knew there was a smirk plastered across it. “Wouldn’t you just love to have a serial killer's baby?”

Eddie plopped down beside you on the bed and finally took the mask off. His face was red and covered in sweat and sure enough, there was that smirk. “How was that?” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. “Tell me you don’t do all of that with your victims.” 

He joined you in laughing and shook his head. “Of course not, baby. You’re my special victim.” Eddie places a tender kiss on your forehead, the total opposite of what just occurred. 

“Thank god.” You snuggled into his side and smiled as it was his turn to trace over the letters he has carved into you. 

“Next time we should invite Harrington.” Eddie’s eyes looked into yours, a devilish glint in his brown eyes. “That way you can be fucked by two killers.” 

Your pussy throbbed at the idea, but you pushed that thought far from your mind for now. You needed a break; the both of you did after tonight’s festivities.

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[fruityrituals]

inked & marked

swiss ghoul x fem reader

summary: swiss acts on his feelings about a new tattoo you got dedicated to the ghouls

cw: explicit, unprotected sex, breeding, bondage, breath play, oral, blood, mask kink

(18+) / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ghost Masterlist

(divider below from @cafekitsune) | pics above from pinterest

Today is the first time in a while that you have a lot of alone time. The ghouls and papa have been on a break from tour for a couple months now and today they've started doing practices since tour starts again in a couple weeks. You had no idea what to do with your day without the multi-ghoul. After cleaning your’s and Swiss’ room, doing some chores around the ministry, and giving yourself bangs, you look at yourself in the mirror after a shower and look over all your tattoos and decide that its time for a new one. The last few months, you have been thinking about getting a tattoo dedicated to the current Ghost era since they would be changing a lot of things soon and you want to have some type of permanent memory since you met Swiss in their current era. You get a tattoo of the ghouls helmet on your hip and once you get home, you strip down staying in just your black lace thong and bra with your knee high socks and laid in bed listening to music waiting for Swiss to get back. You know your ghoul and know that this tattoo will get some type of reaction out of him.

Swiss gets home about an hour later walking through the door of your room still dressed in his helmet and stage clothing as he says “i really need a bath i’m very sweaty and smelly and i-”. He pauses when he sees you in the bed in your lace. He quickly shuts the door behind him and quietly walks over to the bed. You were laying on your stomach with headphones on and reading a book so you don’t hear him come in. He observes your body as he starts to undo his vest, then tilts his head when his eyes reach the new tattoo. When he notices you don’t know he’s there, he lets his tail come around, caress your tattoo, then the tip of his tail slaps your ass. You jolt and turn around quickly looking up at Swiss with a hand over your chest “you scared the shit out of me!”. Swiss points at the tattoo as he keeps his eyes on it and says “whats that?”. You grin looking from him, to the tattoo, then back up at him “a little memory of the era i met you in, also to show my love for all of you guys. you like it?”. Swiss grins under his helmet as he takes off his vest and starts undoing his shirt taking that off too leaving him in hit helmet, pants and boots “undo my pants” he says as he looks down at you on the bed. You quickly crawl over to the edge of the bed in front of him as you run your hands down his torso first then undid his belt. Swiss was already bulging beneath the fabrics and it doesn’t take you long to eagerly undo his pants letting his dick spring out. You bite your lip looking up at him as you watch his chest rise and fall, “suck”. You grinned wrapping a hand around his length and place your other hand on his thigh as you spit on his tip before you start stroking his cock. He immediately moans knocking his head back as his tail comes around and wraps around your neck. You swirl your tongue on the tip and then take him into your mouth hitting the back of your throat each time as he moans out “fuck, such a good girl” as his tail tightens around your neck. You guys have safe words and gestures if you ever need him to stop, but if you couldn’t speak, your gesture was tapping his thighs, so he puts both your hands in his thighs as he wraps your hair in his fists and thrusts into your mouth taking all of him until you’re gagging on him. His tail wraps tighter around your neck until the edge of your vision starts tunneling and your head becomes hazy. After a couple more thrusts and his tail tightening, tap both his thighs with your hands 3 times and he loosens his tail and releases your head quickly pulling you up into his arms. He kisses your neck as you catch your breath and let you vision come back to you.

Once he hears your breathing evened out, he shoves you on your back onto the bed and quickly rips off your panties. You adjust yourself so your hips are half way off the edge of the bed as you watch him kick off his boots and the rest of his clothes, he then pulls off his helmet and he had a smirk on his face as he places the helmet on your head and secures the buckle under the chin since it was too big for you. You grin up at him then bite your lip as he gets on his knees beside the bed. His tail comes around and runs along your tattoo on your hip and around your pelvis then to your clit making you jolt and let out a soft whine. Swiss lines up his cock to your entrance slowly pushing into you as you drop your head back letting out a relieved moan. He grips your hips with both hands making you flinch as he sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt. Swiss only give you 10 seconds to adjust before he grunts and starts thrusting inside of you. He takes one hand off of the tattooed hip trailing his hand up and down your body then up to your neck wrapping his hand around it. You start to sweat already with the helmet on and you cant see him that well because it doesn’t fit you right. His tail is rubbing against your sensitive bud as he thrusts into you “you look so hot with my helmet on baby while you’re taking my cock like such a good girl”. His praises and the pace of his cock ramming into you combined with his tail working your clit sends your head tilting back causing you to arch your back and moan out his name.

Swiss wraps his arms around you as he pulls you to his chest and stands up from the ground while still buried deep inside of you. He sit on the bed putting his back against the headboard and settles you into his lap. You readjust yourself as you place your hands on the headboard above his head and start bouncing in his lap. Swiss lets out a whiny moan as he undoes the strap of the helmet and take it off of you “i need to kiss you and see your beautiful fucking face” he wraps one hand on the back of your neck and starts kissing you roughly as you both moan on each other. You pull away from the kiss after a few moments and look down at him and find him looking up at you with such lustful eyes and you say “so you like my new tattoo then?” You grin at him as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it then bit it softly looking up at you through his lashes before pulling his mouth away and says “fucking love it baby and i love you” he kisses your neck and you moan out “i love you too” then you both kiss each other roughly again. You feel your orgasm sneaking up and he knows it as he feels your walls tighten around him. He shakes his head and pulls out of you causing you to gasp. You glare at him “what the fuck Swiss!” he grins as he puts his hand over your mouth and says “not yet baby” and removes his hans from your mouth and kisses you gently before moving you off his lap “hands and knees now”

You quickly move onto your hands and knees on the bed and he gets behind you. He leans over you as he pushes your face down into the bed leaving your ass in the air, then he takes your hands putting them behind your back and his tail comes around and secures your wrists together. Your heart is racing and your squirming and dripping on the bed waiting for him to absolutely rail you from behind. Swiss leans down running his tongue up your back, then he sinks his teeth into your shoulder biting you drawing blood. Your legs tighten together as you squirm a bit and he licks the blood from your shoulder then slaps your ass “spread your legs”. You let out a yelp and flinch as you keep your legs together liking to push him over the edge. He leans down and presses his lips to your ear “did you hear me? i told you to spread your legs and i wont ask again”. That sends shivers down your spine straight to your core as you reply “make me”. Swiss lets out a low chuckle as he sits back up and slaps your ass with both hands then leans down and sinks his teeth into your hip right above your fresh tattoo. You gasp letting out a whine into the bed as you give in and spread your legs for him and he replies with a “good fucking girl” then thrusts into you without warning sending a loud moan passed your lips as you bite the bedsheets. He starts thrusting into you at a harsh pace. The sting from him slapping your ass, the pain from the bites he made combined with his tail restraining your wrist and his dick slamming into you makes you feel like you are about to scream and come undone. He grips your hair with one hand pulling your head back as he continues his pace. You start to tighten around him and he moans at the feeling as he wraps a hand around to you neck and pulls you up flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you like that. His hand tightens around your neck as he whispers into your ear “i’m going to fill you up baby”. You nod quickly letting out a whine as you grip his arm and you quickly come undone and he follows close behind you as you both moan out and he empties deep inside of you as his thrusts become sloppy. He leans back on his heels as he wraps one arm around your torso and keeps the other hand around your neck as he kisses your lips roughly and keeps you there for a few more moments before slowly pulling out of you with a groan.

Swiss scoops you up right away carrying you to the bathroom setting you on the toilet as he starts filling the tub with warm water. As the tub fills, he walks over and stands in front of you cupping your cheeks and leans down kissing your lips very slow and sweet. You both smile on each others lips as he whispers “i love you” and you reply with and “i love you too”. He helps you into the tub once its filled and he sits behind you with his legs on either side. It always made you chuckle when he takes a bath with you because he was too big for it with his knees sticking out of the water above the edge of the tub. He takes a wash cloth wrapping his arms around you as he gently washed your body for you, then your hair. You return the favor to him and once you’re both out the shower and in bed, he walks over to you with some ointment for your tattoo. He kisses your ghoul tattoo then applies the healing ointment on it gently. Once he gets into bed, he pulls you flushed against his chest and you both sleep tangled with each other.

[muffinsin]

iv been thinking of a request that regards the Dimi daughters with a s/o who just so happens to be a cannibal, but to make things more interesting, s/o wants to tastes them specifically (and not in a hot way-), insert s/o's feral side here ig

I saw this and I knew I immediately had to get started on this XD

Masterlists

Bela

It becomes clear very fast that you’re cannibalistic

It’s not exactly something you’re able to hide around her

Especially when she smells the blood in your breath and spots it below your nails, even after you scrub your hands clean. When she tastes it on your tongue and lips and feels it on your body

She allows you a certain number of maids per week, and normally limits it to prisoners only

Of course, you’re more than allowed to try to hunt for your food, too. Sometimes, she brings you back something of one of hers

“If you want to get your food elsewhere, you’re free to do so”, she claims, after a whined complaint regarding eating only the prisoners

Perhaps, you should have clarified what you were in the mood for

What you always are in the mood for

Perhaps, she should have chosen her words more carefully

Bela wakes up once, her eyes blinking to adjust to the darkness and her brows furrowing at the odd feeling on her skin

When she looks down, she finds her arm in your lap, oil and herbs spread on her skin

What are you doing?

You can only watch, your head lowered, just about to have a lick at her

When you explain it, she is unsure who is more flustered between the two of you

You- attempted to- eat-her. Not to hurt her. You just feel this…urge?

It has her cheeks burn bright pink. She takes it as an odd sort of compliment

She is quite angry, too, however

After a good scrubbing of her arm, you feel like a child scolded as she stands with her arms crossed, scolding and yelling for what feels like hours

Why would you want to eat her?

She doesn’t grant you to bite into her skin, never

She does allow you a taste of her blood, though, if you insist you want it

Drinking your blood herself, Bela doesn’t blame you for this want. Though, just as she would not eat chunks of your skin, you are not to attempt doing it to her

So, at times, and only when she feels particularly generous or in a certain type of mood during your bedroom activities, you’re allowed a taste from her

You’re never too harsh with her, nor too demanding, and never take what you aren’t given

You know, this bliss she gives you would be taken if you were

During these times, she usually allows you to drink from her neck or thighs

Only sometimes are you presented a wound of hers to lick clean

And never, never are you to inflict the wound on her yourself

Cassandra

She’s into it

100%, fully, with her body and soul

It arouses her, and excites her, and is oddly romantic to her

Now, she knows not to let you eat her, for both of your sakes. The idea of it is fun enough to her, though

She warns you, multiple times, she doesn’t taste well. Her blood, perhaps, but not her skin

She is made of flies, after all

Of course, this doesn’t stop you. You’re used to the flesh of the staff, yet you can’t help but fantasize of Cassandra

Her skin is pale and soft, albeit scarred at places

You yearn to taste it, despite her warning

A single bite into her arm once confirmed them to be true, however

She awoke to your gagging and spitting out flies, and while she’d normally be upset at the blood pouring from the wound on her arm, she was laughing too hard to do so

To see you choke and shed tears at the uncomfortable feeling in your throat, caused by many flies buzzing and flying defensively…she relished the moment

She made sure you knew not to try it again, though. Or else there would be severe consequences

After all, she is all too eager to taste you, too

However, the fantasies of tasting her remain

She catches the longing gazes, the flashing eyes when she cuts herself while sharpening her sickle, or the lip trapped between your teeth when she undresses and reveals her body to you

She knows, you are by far not satisfied enough with the bodies she grants you, the maidens she shares with you

She knows fully well, you yearn for her

As such, she loves to tease you

Cassandra loves nothing more than to expose her flesh to you, to make herself bleed and to see your reactions to it

At times, she does grant you a taste

When she tips a glass to your lips, your eyes pressed shut in concentration as you view the droplets of blood smear alongside the rim, then drip inside

You lick it clean, every last drop

Cassandra’s eyes always flash at this. It’s a form of worship to her. A dark, twisted kind of love

Often, she will indulge herself and snatch a taste of you, too

At times, when she feels especially generous, she grants you a taste of her blood directly from the source

You’re allowed to drink her blood only when she permits it, and know not to push it or bite down on her skin again

She loves the feeling of your tongue on her when you lick the blood, and even more so, perhaps, loves the torture she puts you through and the amount of self control it takes not to pierce and part her skin

Honestly, she’s so in love

Daniela

She doesn’t realise you’re cannibalistic until you point it out to her

Being so used to her sisters and mother, she just…fed you human flesh from day one. And you never complained, of course

In fact, you love what she provides for you. It is by far better than any food you could, or would want to, hunt yourself

And she’s always so sweet, so caring with you

She brings you the best parts of a body to share them with you

When you laugh and point out humans aren’t quite known to eat meat, her eyes grow wide

She immediately fears she’s made you seek after weeks of feeding you nothing but the flesh her family likes to eat

How very wrong she is

However, while you reassure her, the food she retrieves you is delicious, you can’t help but think of more…unhinged options

Naturally, this intrigues her

When you ask her one late night, both of you slightly tipsy, to taste her, she doesn’t immediately deny it

She does heal fast, after all…

She won’t deny being curious about it. Her terms are simple, though

If you get a taste of her, it’s only fair she gets one of you

Of course, a smaller one. Both of you, just a little bit, just enough to give one another a taste

Really, it’s unclear who is more feral: you, or Daniela

When your skin is cut and passed to each other, two very different reactions can be observed

Daniela’s hum of pleasure, a giggle, gleeful. You taste marvellous to her, better than your blood, even!

She is, however, fast to press a rag to the wound on your arm

Your reaction is a little…different

She tastes sweet for but a moment, the sweetest meat you have ever tasted

For a moment, you think you might become addicted

Then, this moment passes, as the skin breaks and two flies desperately clap their tiny wings to get back out of your mouth

You gag, your lips parting and tongue sticking out as you watch the small insects reconnect with her skin

She giggles, and with a smile, kisses your pout away

Really, you can’t keep pouting when you’re offered her blood

A little compensation you can’t say no to

[fairy-writes]

Hey there :) I hope you’re having a fantastic day :) please could I request action prompt 13 for gojo satoru 💙💙

ANGER AND ANGUISH

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing(s): Gojo Satoru x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Sharing a kiss after a massive battle (Action Prompt #13)

Notes: Idk if this cursed spirit idea even makes any sense, but we’re rolling with it anyway.

Also, TW for minor descriptions of gore

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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The acrid scent of blood and smoke is thick on your tongue, making you gag and dry heave, hunching over as you spit onto the ground. 

Was it over? 

Please let it be over. 

There’s a ringing in your ears and a hand at your back. 

Someone’s saying something. Shouting something. But you can’t hear them. 

You turn, dazed and confused. Who is talking?

Itadori Yuuji. 

He’s screaming at you, but you can’t understand what he’s trying to say. You can see the flash of a fire alarm going off in the background. You squint, and he seems to realize what’s happening. So instead of saying anything more, he hauls you to your feet, slings your arm over his shoulder, and takes a step forward. You stumble after him. 

Only to freeze when he seemingly hears something. You watch as the blood drains from his face, and you can smell it. 

The scent of something rotting. Something long dead but somehow alive at the same time. 

You know that smell.

So you turn and see the cursed spirit perched on the teacher’s desk, chattering its teeth as it watches the two of you hobble away. It cocks its head to the side like some curious dog. It was almost human-like. If humans stood seven feet tall, hunched on all fours like some deformed hunchback, that is.

That’s right…

You remember now. Why you were even here. 

It was supposed to be easy. That was the whole reason Yuuji had come along—for extra training. It was supposedly a simple grade-two cursed spirit infestation at an elementary school. Kids had gone missing, only for their contorted and mangled bodies to be found days after their disappearance, bellies ripped open to show feasted upon innards. 

You accepted the job almost immediately. 

Except the moment you encountered the beast, you knew there was no way it was a grade-two spirit. It was grade one, at the very least, maybe even a special grade. 

Where was Satoru?

You had texted him just before the fight started, just a simple “I’m worried ‘toru.” He hadn’t responded. But you knew he had seen it.

So where was he? 

That led you to where you are now, being dragged along by Yuuji in an attempt to get away before the cursed spirit could come to eviscerate you both like it had done to victims in the past. 

All the while, you couldn’t look away. Couldn’t look away from the emaciated body. Couldn’t look away from the too many too-sharp teeth. And most of all… couldn’t look away from the blank, milky-white eyes. They were solid orbs of fallen snow, not another color found in the murky depths. 

“Don’t look at it!” Your hearing was coming back. It was still muffled, like someone was talking through cotton, but you could hear it again. 

The tap tap tapping of the claws.

The unnatural clicking.

The chattering of those teeth. 

No mouth should ever be that wide; no smile should ever have that many teeth.

You manage to tear your eyes away from the being, but in the process, you trip over a half-smashed desk and go crashing to the ground. Yuuji tries to keep you both on your feet and tries to keep going. But your cursed energy is depleted, and Yuuji—as superhuman as he was—can only keep going for so long. 

The corner of a desk cracks into the side of your skull, and your vision goes white. There’s something wet and sticky dripping down your face, and when you go to wipe it off, your fingers come away red. 

Yuuji is struggling to his knees, hands trembling and breath coming out in little panicky gasps. 

He’s scared.

And there’s nothing you can do about it.

Except…

Maybe…

You turn on your knees and use the edge of an unfallen desk to pull yourself upright, finding your weapon amongst the rubble and holding it at the ready.

Maybe if the spirit kills you here… maybe then Yuuji could get away…

So there you stand, knees shaking and teeth gritting together as the cursed spirit gets closer and closer. 

“Suck it up, damn it!” You curse yourself. You’re supposed to be a powerful sorcerer. Someone that others can look up to. The one training the next generation. This should have been easy. 

When had it gone so wrong? 

You close your eyes and feel a certain kind of peace. 

You were going to die. 

But that was okay. At least Yuuji would be safe.

Until…

“Playtime’s over, you little goblin!” Comes a familiar voice. Your eyes shoot open, and you see him. 

Satoru.

His sapphire pools are ablaze with an emotion you can’t quite put a finger to. He very near hovers in the air and has a hand extended. He meets your eyes with a sort of boyish charm, and then,

“Did you miss me?” He quips with a grin, and you let out a disbelieving laugh.

You weren’t going to die here. 

The next time you open your eyes, you’re in the hospital.

The stink of the antiseptic and medicine makes you hunch up in bed and retch. It reminded you all too much of the smoke and blood and the smell of rotting flesh. 

You’re dry-heaving into a garbage bin next to your hospital bed when the door slides open and shut. Glancing up, your eyes meet azure eyes still lit with the emotion from before. Abruptly… you realize it’s anger. Mixed with a myriad of other emotions, but that’s the first one you put a name to. The longer you stare at him, the more you realize what Satoru is feeling. 

He’s angry and worried and oh so sad. 

Angry at you. 

Worried about you.

“You were going to die.” His voice is thin and small and so uncharacteristic for someone like him. 

“But I didn’t.” You whisper and watch as he clenches his fists so hard his knuckles turn white.

“You had given up.” His tone is sharp and biting, a stark contrast to the scared man who had been standing before you mere moments before. 

You go to swing your legs over the side of your hospital bed, and despite Satoru’s anger, he’s at your side in an instant. His hands are large and calloused at your wrist and back as he guides you into a more comfortable sitting position. 

But he doesn’t take a seat at your side. Not like he used to when you were teenagers, and you’d get injured doing something reckless. 

He’d sit at your side, showing you some dumb video or photo on his phone while Suguru stood back, watching in amusement. 

Oh, how you missed those simpler times. 

You look into the eyes of the man you loved so much and find him watching you with those deep blue eyes you adored.

“You were going to die.” He reiterates, standing before you with his hands in his pockets. You had known him long enough to know it was an attempt to hide his worry. He had done it since before you had even met.

“I can’t lose you. Not like I—” Satoru doesn’t have to finish the sentence for you to understand what he was going to say. 

“Not like I lost Suguru.”

You reach out with a trembling hand and fist it in the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer so you can lean your forehead against his stomach. You feel a hesitant hand in your hair, gently ruffling the tresses as you bite your lip. 

“I’m sorry.” You croak, and he finally moves. He takes a seat at your side, pulling you close to his side. You rest your head against him and have to ask.

“How’s Yuuji?” You whisper, and he huffs out a laugh,

“He’s fine. A little shaken, maybe. But worry about yourself once in a while, would ya?” He says, and his voice cracks.

And that sound alone breaks your heart.

Scooting yourself onto your knees, you turn to face Satoru and cup his face with soft hands. He lets you readily, looking at you with eyes so filled with anguish that you can barely stand it. So you close your eyes and press your lips to his.

His kiss tastes like unfallen tears. 

[sleepysexygirl]

POISON.

18+ under the cut.

warnings/tw : jealousy, arguing, choking, slapping, spanking, creampie( wrap it up ) and spitting. i think that’s it😭

hamzah arrives outside of the bar to pick you up from a quick drink with your freinds. to his surprise he sees you standing outside waiting for him, with a man. his blood boiling as he tells you to “get in the fucking car.” cutting off your conversation with the man.

you hop in the passenger seat, waving goodbye to the man as hamzah looks at you with a stern expression before backing out of his parking space, driving home. “whats wrong?” you say as you look at him inching your hand towards his.

he quickly swats your hand away, leaving you shocked and with tears in your eyes starting to form. “you know what you fucking did, don’t act all sweet now. fucking talking to that guy, giggling laughing, you wanna be a little slut? fine ill treat you like one too. just wait until we get home.” he says with a deadpan expression almost whispering.

you look at him your mouth almost watering wondering what he’ll do to you when you get home. “oh really?” you say looking at him scoffing to piss him off even more.

he pulls into the garage, telling you to “get in the house. now.” unbuckling his seatbelt.

once your upstairs he shuts the door behind you, motioning for you to get on the bed. before you know it he has you face down ass up with his hand coming down hard on your ass. “cant wait to ruin this fucking pussy.” he growls as he yanks down your shorts, a string of your wetness following.

“poor baby is just too wet to think arent’cha?” he fake pouts, running his fingers up and down your slit. he suddenly shoves two fingers into your dripping hole, eliciting a loud moan from you.

he continues, expertly curling his fingers with each thrust. you moan loudly, feeling a familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach. he feels you clenching around him, quickly sliding his fingers out, leaving you humping the air.

he slaps your clit, causing you to jump forward. “aww you really thought you were gonna cum? i know this leaky cunt needs it so bad.” he says making fun of you as you hump the sheets beneath you.

“on your knees slut.” he spats at you, as you follow his instructions immediately. his hard cock pressed against his stomach, you stroke it before looking up at him as you slip the tip in your mouth.

you gag and sputter as you take all of it in your mouth. “fuck. such a good girl f’me taking it all.” he says before slipping out of your mouth, only to stuff his cock back in. thrusting into your mouth, having a death grip on your hair.

mascara runs down your face, as he brutally fucks your throat. “fuuuuck.” he moans as he shoots his semen down your throat, swallowing it all.

hope yall liked it!! my first fic so sorry if it’s mildly fucking horrible😭😭

[captain-mj]

Muzzled Ghost prompt! Where Ghost gets caught and Soap immediately goes to find him. When he does he finds that Ghost has freed himself but still has a muzzle stuck to his face and well Soap might get a little too hot under the collar seeing his Lt angry, victorious, and annoyed about the muzzle but surely they don't need to get to the exfil right away do they?

Yes... Yes... I'm loving these asks

Soap was staring. He shouldn't be, but christ how can you blame him??

His Lt was a sight to see. Stripped down to his tactical pants, lines over his chest from where he was no doubt tightly tied down, but never secured. His blond hair spiked up and messy. He was clean, no blood or dirt on him which was shocking considering. Though, it seemed Soap had killed everyone coming in, meaning Ghost just had to free himself.

That was all... one thing. Already, Soap would be gagging for him. But now, there was the added fact that Ghost was collared and muzzled. They had used brown leather ones, obviously meant for a human with the way they curved around his jaw. The collar and muzzle had a string that kept him from moving his head properly.

"Johnny, thank fuck. It's locked. You have a lockpick right?" Ghost looked at him, pausing once they made eye contact. Soap realized he was drooling. "I know you like me shirtless but pull yourself together Sergeant." He crossed his arms over his chest like he was a blushing bride trying to protect himself from Soap's wandering eyes.

"I um... Yeah I..." Wait. He laughed awkwardly. "Actually... I don't have a lockpick... Mine broke at the beginning of this mission. Remember?"

"Jesus fucking Christ." Ghost tugged at the leather, making it press taut against his skin and Soap went weak in the fucking knees. "Help. Me." He hissed at him.

"You look so fucking good." Soap mumbled, accent thick as honey over his words.

Ghost went red, all the way down his chest. "You kinky bastard. Like seeing me in a fucking collar?"

"Collar is helping, but that's not my focus, Lt." He reached up, grabbed the muzzle and yanking him down. Without his boots, Simon was still tall, but he didn't tower over him quite as much.

"Bloody Hell." Ghost mumbled out. "I'm the one muzzled but you're the one acting like a fucking dog." He looked embarrassed. Fucking hell. His badass Lt, bashful..

Soap couldn't kiss him so he pulled him closer, starting to back him up.

"Eva-"

"Can't it wait just a minute, Simon? I think if we don't fuck, I'm going to die here." He pressed his hard cock to Ghost's legs, looking up at him desperately.

"Jesus Christ. Are you still open from before?"

"Yep! Shame I can't fuck you, but we can always get a muzzle for home."

Ghost shook his head but let Soap desperately undo Ghost's pants. He shoved him down, realizing he was probably sore and hurting from everything.

"I'll just take care of you right now okay?" Soap got on top of him.

Ghost shook his head and looked up at him. "Jo-"

"Put your hands behind your head and keep them there." Soap interrupted.

Ghost stared at him for a moment before slowly, achingly, complying. He crossed his wrists, pale skin all on display. Soap needed to appreciate this view more. Fucking hell.

"God you're gorgeous."

"Johnny." He bit it out like it was warning but he was clearly starting to enjoy himself. Soap took off his pants and settled more properly on Ghost's hips.

Ghost stayed eerily still, staring up at him. His pupils had dilated, taking up the majority of his iris. Soap swallowed thickly and wondered briefly how feral Ghost could get. Part of him wanted to push. See what he could make him do. Ghost had a knack for making Soap a pathetic needy mess, but with the way Ghost was staring into his soul like he'd devour it if his mouth wasn't covered, he wondered if that went both ways.

Soap spit on to his fingers before sliding them into himself. Ghost tensed but his hands stayed where they were supposed to. It would sting a little, but Soap hated having to wait through prep in the best of circumstances. He knew it was necessary, but Christ, he wanted the real thing.

So Soap quickly sank down on Ghost, panting softly at the feeling. "You're so big."

Ghost's hips jerked up into him and Soap quickly grabbed the collar. The tiny whimper that got from Ghost was going to be in every single one of Soap's wet dreams for the rest of his damn life.

"Don't move." Soap ground down on him and Ghost fluttered his eyelashes at him.

"Johnny. Please, we don't have time for you to tease me."

God Soap hated that he was right. He started moving faster, slowly moving up and down on him with a lazy grin. Fuck it felt like Ghost was tearing him apart, but he wouldn't let Ghost know that. "You so rarely give me control, sir. Forgive me for wanting to indulge." His thighs pressed against either side of Ghost's hips, clenching around him.

Ghost moaned. Soap almost drooled at the sweet sound. His mouth could be seen through the leather and he could see it was open. His soft tongue just barely visible. He was trying so hard to stay still.

"Good boy." Soap offered and Ghost groaned, head falling back. He started riding him much faster, with much more purpose. His hands reached down and grabbed the soft flesh of his pecs. Soap wanted to be greedy. Take his fill of this before the mask went on and Ghost went back to being his rough and tough Lt. He leaned down and bit his shoulder, feeling him almost shake with the desperate need to touch Soap.

Ghost looked at him, eyes hooded and desperate. Black greasepaint smearing down his face. "Fine."

"fine?" Soap echoed, a bit confused.

"I'll let you muzzle me and get fucking creative later just speed up." Ghost groaned.

Soap's brain went wild with ideas already but he couldn't deny him. He scratched down his chest as he bounced on him, twisting his hips slightly when he almost got to the base of his cock.

Ghost panted and moaned, making it hard for Soap to keep a rhythm when he sounded like that. His hips kept stuttering or thighs clenching.

"Come on, Simon. I got you." Soap ran his nails over and Ghost came inside him, going quiet as he did. He stroked himself to finish on Ghost's chest.

They silently got dressed afterward and eventually found Ghost's gear. He had his extra lockpick in and they quickly got Ghost out of the muzzle and collar. He pulled his mask back on.

Soap stashed the muzzle into one of his pockets. For later.

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 6 - Made to Watch

Day 6, and a continuation of the story for Day 4! This'll happen a couple of times bc the prompts just happened to line up and hey, might as well make my job a little easier, right?

@splinnters sixth tag's the charm! Hope you love all of this reading material!

Words: 2.2k

“Get your hands off of me!” Cole snapped, pushing back against the arms forcing him forward. He really could’ve used his super strength, but the fuckers had slapped him with vengestone cuffs before he could blink. The room around him spun around, stone walls blurring together as he was forced into a chair; Cole tried his best to fight back as they cuffed his legs to the chair’s, and he snarled at the man who knelt down in front of him.

“If you don’t start cooperating, then it’s just going to be worse for you,” the man scoffed, and Cole wanted to wipe the smug look off of the man’s face. “Now, I’m sure you already know who we are.”

“The Sons of Garmadon,” Cole spat, flicking his bangs out of his face. “Yeah, I’m familiar with the name. Now what the hell do you want?”

“Just a small bit of information,” the man said smoothly. “Nothing too important.”

“Where’s Jay?”

“Oh, the blabbermouth? He’s coming in now.”

Cole was forced to watch as Jay was pushed in through the door, and he immediately felt like he had been sucker-punched. There was a large bruise blossoming across Jay’s eye and they had him gagged, and Cole could see that he was limping before he was strapped to a chair much like he was. He was bleeding profusely, and Cole’s stomach turned when he saw burn marks littering the blue ninja’s thighs and chest through his ruined gi. His brother was twitching, head moving from side to side as if he couldn’t control it. Jay looked up at him, and Cole could see the relief in his eyes when he saw that Cole was uninjured.

If only Cole could say the same.

“Let us go,” Cole snarled, trying to stand up and take the chair with him, but they had the foresight to bolt it down to the floor. “We don’t have what you’re looking for.”

“Don’t you?” the man said mockingly, and he strode to the other side of the room. He watched as the man picked up some sort of black rod, giving it a once-over and a few test swings into the palm of his hand. It was a baton.

Jay’s eyes widened as the man walked behind him, and the man grabbed his chin. “This one refused to talk, and you can see what happened to him. Let’s just hope you can make better choices.”

“I won’t tell you shit,” Cole said, but he only had eyes for the large burn on his brother’s neck. “Do whatever you want to me, I don’t care.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand,” the man said easily, letting go of Jay. Jay immediately tucked his head back down, almost as if he were hiding from sight. It only seemed to amuse the man. “We’re not going to hurt you, earth ninja. He is the one who is going to be taking the hits.”

Without warning his hand lashed out and caught Jay across the face, forcing his head sideways with a loud clap against his cheek. Cole shot forward but the vengestone was too strong; it held him in place, and when he tried to call for his super strength it never came. Jay exhaled, and Cole could see the way the breath dragged on his chest.

There was so much blood. Jay was covered in it as well as vomit, and the stench was overwhelming, burning through the nostril hairs that Nya was always telling him to trim anyway. “What the hell did you do to him?” Cole demanded, and the man only chuckled.

“For being the lightning ninja, he has a surpriisingly low tolerance for electrocution. The cattle prod made quick work of him.” The man reached forward and ripped off Jay’s gag, smirking at the way Jay started gasping for air and at the spit leaking down his chin.

“Don’t talk like I told you anything.” Jay said, his voice rough and scratchy as if he had been screaming, “when you know damn well I didn’t say a word. Don’t let them trick you, Cole.”

He wouldn’t have thought for even a second that Jay would’ve cracked under the pressure. “Electrocution? With what?”

“Cattle prod,” Jay said casually, and Cole’s eyes widened. “I’m fine.”

“That does not sound like you’re fine-”

And this was when the man decided to make his presence known once again, sneaking behind Jay and keeping his steps light as he went. The earth ninja frantically tried to signal to Jay about the man, but the lightning ninja only looked confused until the man had grabbed his hair and yanked upwards. Jay shuddered, closing his eyes as the man trailed a single finger down his Adam’s apple, swallowing thickly. The sight made Cole’s gut churn with rage, and he knew the man could see his mood shifting.

“Maybe this one wouldn’t tell us anything,” he mused, “but I’m sure you would be if you had the right motivations. Where is your master?”

“Wu?” Cole asked warily. “We don’t know where he is.”

“Nice try, but this one has already pulled that card,” the man yanked on Jay’s hair again, making the blue ninja groan, “so let’s try this again. Where is Wu?”

“I’m telling you, we don’t know where he is,” Cole stressed, “we probably have even less of an idea than you.”

“So you’re telling me that you’ve been searching all of this time, and you don’t know a single thing about where he might be?”

“No, we don’t.”

The man looked almost apologetic, picking the baton back up and twirling it a couple times. “Such a shame. I guess we’ll just have to look somewhere else.”

Without warning he slammed the butt end of the baton into Jay’s temple, and Cole cried out as Jay’s head fell forward. He was still conscious, but Cole didn’t know if that was going to be the case for much longer. Jay picked up his head, squinting, his hair matted down with drying blood. Every part of Cole was screaming for him to get them out of there through any means necessary, to get Jay to the closest hospital or even just a hotel room. Anywhere that wasn’t here.

“Get your hands off of him!” Cole growled, fighting against the vengestone holding him back. That was his brother, dammit!

“If you want me to leave him alone, then you’re going to give me information,” and this time it was Cole getting the baton as it slammed into his ribcage, winding him. Cole wheezed, thankful for his body’s durability as the throbbing quickly subsided.

“I already told you, we don’t have any!”

“And I don’t think you’re telling me the truth,” the man said angrily, hitting Cole with the baton again, this time on his head, “so we’re going to be here for a long time until you do start telling me something.”

“Oh I’ll tell you something: go to fucking hell!” Cole shouted. Jay looked at him in amazement, even though Cole could see the terror hidden away. And it suddenly occurred to Cole that the man had said that while he wouldn’t be getting any punishment…

…Jay would be.

Fuck.

“Wait,” Cole tried, watching as the man reached for something on the small table, “I didn’t mean that. We can tell you one thing, but it won’t be much-”

“Don’t bother,” the man said, “you’ve already pissed me off enough. I’m going to rough up your friend a bit, and then you can tell me what you need to tell me.”

Shit shit shit shit shit-

Another gag was thrust into Jay’s mouth, and the man pulled it back far enough to draw blood as the rope chafed against the sensitive skin. Jay choked on it, trying to spit it back out to no avail, but he really lost his shit when the man tied a blindfold around his eyes. Cole’s stomach dropped when he saw how hard Jay started to thrash, and he knew that he had to do something or else Jay was going to hurt himself.

“Jay,” Cole said gently, uncaring of the way the man’s lips curled in disgust, “I’m here, I’m right here, and it’s going to be fine, but I need you to calm down.”

His brother rapidly shook his head, and Cole sucked in a breath when he saw the glint of the dim light off of the baton before it came down onto Jay’s shoulder. Jay yelled into the gag, trying to pull away from the man but stuck in place, and Cole struggled against his bonds as well. “Stop!” he pleaded, heart breaking at the sight of his brother crying through the blindfold as he was beaten in the chair, over and over and over again.

There was a sharp crack! as the man swung at Jay’s kneecap, and Cole flinched when it was quickly dislocated. Jay jolted forward, shoulders hunching and chest heaving as he swallowed back what Cole knew was vomit, almost choking. Cole couldn’t look away, even though the sight made him sick; Jay needed him to be there and dammit he was going to be right there with him. His eyes were glued to the burns on Jay’s thighs, too deliberately shaped and placed to be done with a random object, and he remembered what the blue ninja had told him earlier: he had been hurt with a cattle prod.

A cattle prod that had enough juice to burn against the skin.

I need to do something, Cole thought frantically, watching as the man started to touch Jay’s burns, twisting his fingers and smiling as Jay cried from the pain. Jay’s rope-burn was only growing worse, the ropes turning redder and redder with every passing minute as he bled. His brother was right there and there was nothing he could do to protect him.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for when tears started rolling down his face as Jay yelled his name through the gag.

Finally, the man pulled away, and Cole’s heart ached as Jay collapsed in his chair. The lightning ninja was exhausted, and Cole had just enough give in his restraints to bump his foot against Jay’s. The auburn-haired boy looked back up at the ravenette, and Cole hated how his eyes shined with unshed tears. Was there anything he could’ve done to prevent it?

“You know what I’m looking for,” the man said, pulling back the baton. Cole despised how Jay’s blood was dripping from it, making small splats on the stone floor, “so feel free to tell me anything you know, or else Pretty Boy here gets it.”

Jay flinched at the nickname, and hearing it made Cole see red. But he couldn’t afford to lose it now; Jay was hurt the last time he ran his mouth, and he didn’t know how much more Jay could take.

“I can’t tell you where he is,” Cole started, “but I can tell you where we’ve already looked. That’s the best I can do.”

The man scoffed. “If we managed to capture you, then isn’t at least a little bit indicative that we’ve been following you? We already know everywhere that you’ve gone-”

“Do you know where the others have searched?” Cole asked, fully aware of just how sensitive this information was. But Jay was more important, and he trusted the others to be able to take care of themselves.

His brother was shaking his head, telling him not to do it, and Cole ignored the pleading look in his eyes as the man looked at him with intrigue. “No, we don't,” he said.

“Bring me a map and I’ll mark all of the places we’ve already searched,” Cole said, “but on two conditions: you don’t hurt him anymore, and you let us go when I’ve given you what you need.”

“Consider it done,” the man said happily, and Cole’s blood was boiling as he wrenched Jay’s head up by his hair again. “You hear that, brat? It wasn’t that hard. All of that nonsense and for what? You to start crying? How pathetic. Just be grateful that one of you has some common sense.”

He ripped off Jay’s gag and threw it on the ground, turning away. They were alone as the man left through a hidden door, but Cole couldn’t care less about that as he looked at Jay. Jay looked furious, and that was understandable.

“You can’t give them that information!” he hissed. “Why would you say anything?”

“Because they were hurting you,” Cole said simply, and Jay looked away, a bitter smile playing at his lips.

“It doesn’t matter. I am not worth that information-”

“Yes, you are,” Cole said firmly. “If it was between you or giving up some locations, I’m choosing you every single time.”

“That’s not the smart thing to do.”

“When have we ever done the smart thing? I don’t give a flying fuck about what’s smart and what’s dumb. Now shut up and let me comfort you, since my big mouth is what got you all messed up like that.”

Jay coughed, a tiny bit of blood leaving his mouth. “Fine. But you’re explaining to the others why there’s a bunch of snot-nosed assholes with cattle prods chasing after them.”

[420sharky770]

the feeling of love Part 1

Summery: your walking home drunk and get lost and someone uses chloroform on you

warning: rape kink, vampires, biting, spitting, hitting, hair pulling, creampie, blood, lots of blood.

word count: 1.8k

it was a cold night, you got back from the club and you could barely stand, "mmph.." you groaned as your heels were killing you, you fell over into a street light, like a fucking idiot.

A man walked up to you, he was beautiful. Marvelous. He had hair that was black and slicked back, he was 6'3, buff but not to buff, he was handsome and pale. he smiled down at you, "might I help you ma'am?" you looked up at him and nodded and he wrapped a arm around your waist and the out of know where covered your mouth with a cloth and you almost immediately passed out.

when you woke up, you were tied to a chair, your dress was ripped and you were frighten, you couldint move and couldint speak, you had a gag in your mouth and the man came in with a smirk on his face as he stood in front of you wearing a black dress vest and a white button up shirt under it and some dress pants on. "how disgusting.." he said and wiped a tear from under your eye, "whats wrong, honey?~" he smiled an evil smile "scared~?" you wanted to scream but you couldint, you just cried, and then you closed your eyes and clenched your knees together. he scoffed "you think that will save your needy little cunt?~" you began to cry more and shook your head no, he made you look up at him by grabbing you by your hair and he smiled down at you, all you could see where his bared fangs. your eyes widened in horror and your breathing began to start to speed up. Your heart raced and he took in a good whiff of you, he groaned with pleasure "ugh.." he moaned as his rock hard cock throbbed in his pants he stood up straight and undid your ties and while you tried to fight he through you over his shoulder and went to a bedroom. he slammed you down and began to rip your dress off fully, only to see your completely naked under it, "how disgusting, you really are a whore areint you?" he smiled and you tried to fight him off "LET ME GO!!" you cried and he sat up and held his right ear and growled "dont. scream." "LET ME GO THEN, YOU BITCH!!" with those words, he bitch slapped you. he hit you so hard your face went into a pillow and you held it as you cried softly and quietly to scared to actually make anymore loud noises. "Thats better" he yanked you by your ankles to him.

he looked at your face, your hair was in your face with some blood, spit and tears. he gently put the hair behind your ear and smiled, "so beautiful.." where he hit you was starting to bruise.

"please dont hurt me...please..." you cried looking down and trembling in his cold grasp. he held you close and whispered in your ear, "be good and it wont be so bad~"

you looked at him scared and he said, "now open your legs~" you didint, you disobeyed and he got irritated, "If i tell you to do something. DO IT." you flinched when he yelled, and he slammed your legs open effortlessly.

you cried in fear and coverd your face not being able to do anything else. he held your legs open while he went down town on your pussy. your pathetic wet pussy. "aww you dont like it?~ it seems like you do~" he kept going, and you moaned and squirmed, not fighting as much, "n-no...i-i dont want th-this.." you quivered with pleasure. he kept going and then he felt your orgasm blossoming up and he stopped and looked down at you as he sat up straight. "n-no! please keep going!! please!" you cried and he got even more hard from your begging. "aww i thought you didint want this tho, honey~?" you cried and trembled as he alined himself with you, and rammed in, you let out a shreak from his girth and he grabbed you by the throat. "what did i say about screaming." you cried "im sorry! im really sorry!" you manged to choke out as he held your shoulders now and pounded into your little pussy.

he watched you struggle and beg for mercy, he watched you fight the pleasure and soon to be railed in. he pounded you, pounded you good to. right in the cervix and in the G spot. you cried of pleasure as he pulled your hair and just barred his face in your neck and bit into you neck and sucked some of you blood while he fucked you till you squirted and had an orgasm, oh but no. he kept going after that. your eyes rolled back with your mouth in a "o" of pleasure, he pounded you as fast and hard as he could and came in your needy cunt.

you squirmed under him, he breathed and sat up and pulled out, started to get dress and shoved you away...shoved you away.. you looked down and hugged your knees. "get dressed, im taking you back. not like anyone will believe a vampire fucked you" he snickered. he heard soft cries and looked back at you, "what are you crying about now?" you sniffled. "please.."

he was almost shocked, "please what?" "please dont go.." you hid your face ashamed. he stood silent, shocked. "e-excuse me?" "please keep me..please fuck me like this everynight..please.." he just stood there and slowly walked over to you, he gently lifted your chin to look up at him, "you want this..?" you slowly nodded and tears filled your eyes, "your the only one who wants me.." you began as you cried "you actually wanted me enough to do this..please keep me..ill do anything..please dont push me away too.." he was shocked. he sat down neck to you and pulled you into a soft hug, kinda feeling bad. as he hugged you, he felt all your pain from when you were younger. how lonely you always were. "ill keep you.." you looked up at him, "you will..?" he nodded, "yes my little one. youll be mine. forever. whats your name sweetie." "Y/N..." he smiled, "im Azeal" you smiled softly and he kissed you softly. "you actually liked being raped..?" you slowly nodded, you looked so ashamed of yourself. he smiled and kissed your neck, "how about i make you mine forever..."

[ohmyejun]

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐋 | XDH

✩... 1.1k

✩... fluff, crack

✩... there may be slight mentions of blood i think, idk if there's anything else

✩... finally posting actual content again 🤭 this is very random LMFAOO but enjoy, i was scrolling through tiktok and found a few wisdom teeth removal videos (on my fyp.... god what are you tryna tell me?) so i thought why not? this is the first day when you're on laughing gas btw

⎯⎯ ୨ headcanons! ୧ ⎯⎯

GUNIL...

- he'd be holding your hand the whole procedure and watching you closely to make sure you're okay, regardless if you're asleep or not

- probably got grossed out by the procedure and had to turn his head a few times (a lot)

- immediately asked you how you felt when you woke up and questioned the dentist endlessly

- told you dad jokes the whole way home, which made you cry but made him laugh

- once you guys got home, he'd go into full on mother mode

- feeding you soft foods, helping you drink things

- he'd massage your swollen cheeks and lay soft kisses on them while you laughed, but you quickly turned emotional once he told you he loved you as you guys were cuddling

- the type to take pictures of you while you're resting cause you look adorable with your swollen cheeks and would play with your hair as he fell asleep beside you

JUNGSU...

- he was so scared for you the whole time you guys drove there, and the fear just got worse as the operation got closer

- he watched you closely but kept asking the doctor if you were okay and if you would be okay once you woke up

- when you woke up he kept asking you if you were okay, asking you if you remember him and asking you what his name is, etc

- he definitely drove home very carefully, glancing at you every 5 seconds as he held your hand tightly

- everytime you would start laughing it would make him smile, but everytime you would start crying he'd start panicking and trying to calm you down

- once you guys got home, he immediately tucked you in and wouldn't let you get up.

- he made you your favorite smoothie/milkshake and helped you drink it, watching you closely with worry yet softness in his expression

- he wouldn't leave your side at all, and if he did, he came running back as soon as he was done

- changed your gauzes for you all the time cause you would spit them out or your mouth would just keep bleeding

GAON...

- he kept asking you if you were ready with a smile on his face, he seemed so giddy about it while you were irritated and terrified

- he was just excited to see you with the laughing gas so he could have something to tease you with

- the whole idea of the experience made him laugh as he thought about it, but it only made you more scared

- when the operation started, the sight of the process was enough to make him gag, he couldn't look, and he became worried for you

- once you woke up, he couldn't help but laugh at the sight along with your reaction

- he probably carried you to the car on his back, careful not to go too quick or trip on anything

- on the drive back, he'd be laughing at the random shit you say, but once you start crying and ask "are you laughing at me? why are you laughing at me?" he'd immediately stop laughing and apologize like a million times

- once you guys got home, he immediately pulled you into bed and tucked you in with him bear hugging you, not letting you go

- he felt bad about laughing when you were crying, even if it was funny

- he'd try his best to take care of you even if he had no idea how, but figured it'd be easier once the laughing gas wore off so you could tell him what you needed

O.DE...

- he kept telling you you're gonna be fine, and it stressed you out but it wasn't his fault

- you actually thanked him a lot, he was doing his best to calm your nerves

- during the procedure, he ended up falling asleep against your arm

- you woke up first from your anesthesia, having to wake him up

- what woke him up was the sobbing coming out of you from the fesr that he wouldn't wake up

- you thought he was dead

- he woke up and immediately hugged you and wiped your tears, laughing at you

- he also carried you on his back like gaon did to the car

- he definitely stopped and got you your favorite drink, helping you sip it

- he kept telling you how good you did even though you knew damn well you were asleep the whole time and didn't see or feel any of it

- when you both were home, he'd watch a movie with you and the couch and be ready to get you anything you need

- definitely had you both bundled up but didn't wanna be all over you just in case you were uncomfortable, he also wasnt even really that big on cuddling and stuff

- but he'd push that aside anytime for you

JUNHAN...

- he was probably more scared than you, and he wasn't even going through it

- "you're gonna be okay, right? the pain won't be that bad, right?" it turned into you being the one reassuring him

- during the procedure, he fell asleep (fainted) on your arm

- he woke up to you caressing his hair while sobbing softly cause he looked so damn cute

- immediately checking up on you, he questioned you on the dentists on your state and health

- the whole drive home, he just kept saying how glad he was that you were okay and how he was genuinely scared for you, but you were out of it so you just kept laughing

- at home, he tucked you in bed but didn't know whether he should hug you or not, so he kept pulling his arms away everytime he hugged you and put a hand on your shoulder, using the other to play with your hair

- he wouldnt leave your side till he knew you were asleep and even then, he still needed to be careful

- he went to the kitchen and started cooking food for you as quiet as possible, having mini panick attacks every 5 minutes and listening closely in case you called him

JOOYEON...

- you convinced him to get it done with you because he needed to anyway

- you were the one laughing, he was sitting there in complete terror as he thought about the process

- after the process was over, you both were like crackhead best friends on a bus bench, high as hell

- you guys laughed and cried together in less than 5 minutes, and you guys ended up getting gunil to take you guys home

- after gunil made sure you guys were good, he left you guys there together, leaving complete chaos

- you two should never do drugs together. ever.

- one cried while the other laughed and vice versa

- good thing you guys had ice cream

- you both managed to make the biggest bowl of ice cream you guys had ever seen and ate off of it for 3 hours (yes, it did melt)

- you guys helped each other despite the chaos that filled your home, helping each other change your gauzes and helping each other eat, even tucking each other in

- words could not describe how tight you guys held each other that night

[philomenie]

MOON HILL - SNIPPET - OUTTAKE

CN Fantasy, Mystery, Mention of Blood, Torture, Killing, Betrayal, Smut, Sex

Pairing: Noah x Nicholas

I don't know yet whether I'll integrate this scene back into the story or not, but I think it would be a shame to just delete it. So it will at least appear as an outtake

for the time being…

who knows….

Nicholas goes to his friend and strokes his face lovingly. Noah looks at him.

"I think you need a little distraction!" Nicholas remarks.

Noah grins, "That's exactly what I was thinking earlier!" He leans down to the smaller man and kisses him tenderly.

Nicholas loves Noah, has always loved him. Noah knows that, but he doesn't always take his friend's feelings into consideration.

When Noah fell in love with Yuki, Nicholas withdrew; when she rejected him, he was there for him, comforting him, loving him, putting up with his moods, trying to soothe his anger, guiding his impetuousness.

Noah is not an easy being, even for a demon, Nicholas knows that, but that is precisely why he loves him.

Nicholas slowly unbuttons Noah's shirt, pulls it off his shoulders, then pulls his top over his head, letting it all fall to the floor.

Noah looks at him hungrily.

Nicholas widens at his friend's body, the muscles, the tattoos, everything perfectly proportioned. He leans forward, sucks a nipple between his lips, Noah groans.

Nicholas undoes Noah's belt, then his pants, Noah shakes the black suit pants on the floor, kicks them away impatiently.

Nicholas runs his hands over Noah's growing erection.

"How do you want it? How do you want me to serve you?"

"Kneel!" Noah is so aroused that he uses few words.

Nicholas willingly sinks to the floor in front of Noah, pulling Noah's tight boxer shorts with him. The vampire's stiff penis bounces back and forth.

Nicholas grasps it with both hands, licks the glistening glans, Noah moans, claws one of his hands in Nicholas' hair and presses him closer to him. Nicholas' mouth completely envelops the hard cock, taking in what he can't with his hands.

Noah begins to thrust into Nicholas' mouth, repeatedly hitting the roof of his mouth, causing Nicholas to gag. Tears run down his face,

Noah looks at his friend "That's it, that's exactly how I want you!" He increases his pace.

Nicholas has to gag harder.

Suddenly Noah pulls back, pulls Nicholas to his feet, kisses him greedily and tears his clothes off.

"I want to fuck you!" lifts him up and carries him to their shared bed.

Noah drops Nicholas on top, Nicholas knows Noah won't be gentle today, just the thought of it makes his own cock hard. Noah sees this with satisfaction.

"On your stomach, ass up!" he orders, Nicholas complies immediately.

Noah spits into his hand, spreads Nicholas' buttocks, rubs his saliva between them, into Nicholas' hole, Nicholas trembles with excitement.

Nicholas feels the tip of his cock at his entrance, he arches towards it. Noah thrusts, hard, Nicholas gasps.

Noah grabs Nicholas' hips and hammers into him. Nicholas is almost unable to cope with the onslaught and can barely support himself.

Noah grips his throat, pulls him up against his chest, pushes further into him.

"Do you like it, my little peuchen! Is this how you want it?"

Nicholas nods, unable to find the words.

Noah squeezes Nicholas' throat a little tighter, with his other hand he holds him around the waist, thrusting further.

Nicholas gasps for breath.

"Grab your cock, come on, stroke up and down, I want you to cum for me, I want to see you cum!

Nicholas does as he is told, starts to touch himself, as Noah squeezes his throat even tighter, he increases his pace. Noah growls in approval.

Nicholas feels his senses fading, his movements become irregular, Noah's hard thrusts make his body tremble. He feels the pressure in his abdomen building up more and more, feels his own cock trembling under his hands, the first drops of his semen appearing.

Noah's voice is a hoarse whisper in his ear, "Yes Nicky, just like that, cum for me!"

And Nicholas pours himself onto the sheets, moaning and panting.

This sight is enough to lift Noah over the threshold of his own orgasm, moaning and jerking as he spurts his seed into Nicholas.

Exhausted, they both sink onto their bed.

Noah pulls Nicholas close and kisses him.

"You always know how to calm me down!"

Nicholas beams.

[builder051]

Whumptober 2023 days 4, 23, 26, and 30: you in there?/shadows/you look awful/borrowed clothing

Nat + Barton fam

*Beware* there is a tiny reference to eating disorders. There’s also a lot of talk about consent, and it’s meant to be taken lightly. Of course it’s an important topic, but it’s not meant to read as if Nat and Clint are especially uncomfortable with each other. They’re established as friends (with benefits? You decide as the reader).

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It’s not so much a knock, but rather an awkward thump on the front door that interrupts their post-bedtime routine.

Laura mutes the TV and gives Clint a quizzical look. “Is that another raccoon, do you think?”

“Nah.” Clint rises from the sofa. “A different kind of vermin.”

“Oh.” Laura nods, and they share a knowing smile. “Should I get the med kit?”

“Probably,” Clint says. “But I’ll get a visual on her first.” He crosses the entryway and unlocks the door.

He starts to ease it open, but immediately flings it back when Nat all but topples in on top of him.

“Whoa.” Clint grabs her around the waist and pulls her across the threshold. He squints into the shadows beyond the porch light, looking for a possible car or an attacker lying in wait.

“How’d you get here?” He asks Nat. “You’re not being pursued, are you?”

“Hm.” Nat buries her head in Clint’s chest. “Sorry,” she murmurs.

“Sorry for what?”

Clint barely gets the words out before a quivering jerk wracks Nat’s body, and vomit floods between them.

Clint loosens his embrace. Nat doubles over and retches again. She’s wildly unsteady on her feet, and he quickly regains his supportive grip. “Ok,” he says. “It’s fine. Don’t be sorry.” The mess down the front of Clint’s shirt smells pungently of alcohol mixed with something syrupy sweet. “Get all of it out of you.”

Laura comes running with a couple of kitchen towels. She hands one to Clint, then sees to the puddle on the floor with the other.

Clint dabs around Nat’s nose and mouth, then holds the towel under her chin to catch her next gag. It’s fairly unproductive, though. Nat spits out a few strings of spit and bile. The sickly mucous stands out with streaks of yellow and red against the white fabric.

“Is that blood?” Clint asks. He really doesn’t want to know the answer, but he also doesn’t want to overlook the possibility of internal bleeding.

“No,” Nat chokes. “Just—um. Stuff.”

“Helpful,” Clint comments. He runs through a mental list of possible culprits. Strawberry daiquiri pre-mix? The dissolution of Robatussin liqui-gels? He can’t seem to find an option that isn’t also fatal. He tries teasing out a little more information. “Did you drink something? Take something?”

Nat doesn’t answer. She coughs a few rimes, then lifts her head and straightens up. “It’s, I’m… I’m fine.”

“Right.” Clint shakes his head. “You look awful, you know.”

“Don’t be rude.” Laura finishes with the floor and offers her own opinion. “But, sweetheart. You’re still so pale.”

Nat blinks. Her eyes look dark and wet. Oversized pupils swallow her irises, and her lash line appears pink and a little puffy. She glances toward Clint, squinting as if she can’t quite make him out. Then her eyelids flicker and fall shut.

“Alright.” Clint wraps one arm around Nat’s shoulders and slips the other under her knees. “The next best thing, right.”

“Here.” Laura rushes to straighten up the couch. She has a throw pillow and blanket ready by the time Clint crosses the room to lay Nat down. He props her head to the side so she won’t choke if she throws up again.

“She doesn’t feel feverish,” Clint reports. He kneels at Nat’s shoulder and prods her in the upper arm. Her fine body hairs stand raised and her skin is bumpy with gooseflesh. “Hey,” he says softly. “You in there?”

“Give her a minute.” Laura gives Clint a poke of his own. “You have to practice your bedside manner.”

“What?” Clint gives her a brief scowl. “I’m great at this.”

Laura puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. “I’ll get some hot water and washcloths.” She takes a step toward the bathroom. “Or should I run the tub?”

“Whatever you think.” Though his wife continues to ask his opinion in tough situations, he’s well aware that she already knows what’s best.

“Sure.” Laura disappears down the hall.

Clint presses his lips together and digs in his eye socket with the heel of his hand. “Oh, bless it…” he mumbles.

“Since when…” her voice is weak and gruff, but Nat manages to force out the rest of her question. “Since when are you religious?”

“Huh?” Clint drops his hands and rests them on the edge of the couch. He can’t help but smile when he sees her eyes open to tiny slits. She’s still far from alright, but her quick return to consciousness is a step in the right direction.

“You don’t bless people…”

Clint shrugs. “I would’ve said ‘fuck it,’ but I didn’t think you’d be up to that.”

“So you’re objectifying me now?” Nat has no problem throwing curse words of her own. “Fucking pervert.” She coughs and swallows heavily. “You-you shouldn’t…how does it go? Don’t force unconscious people to drink tea?”

Clint laughs. “You remember that training?”

“Do you? I think the handout is somewhere in my desk drawer. If you want to borrow it.” Nat puts on a shaky grin.

“I might take you up on that.” Clint lets the levity leach out of his tone. “I know you’re not ok. But, like, how’re you doing?”

Nat considers for a moment. “Gross,” she finally answers. She swallows again and makes a face.

“Tell me if you’re going to puke.” Clint puts up his hands as if pushing her away. “But I think you’re probably out if gas.”

“Probably.”

A moment of silence ensues. Then Clint hazards, “What, uh… What happened?”

“Eh.” Nat clears her throat.

Clint isn’t sure if she’s still congested or if she’s letting him know that whatever comes next will be a lie.

“Just had a bad night.” Nat leaves it at that.

“Ok.” It could mean any number of things. A solo mission. A blind date. Partying under a bridge. An alcohol binge to treat the wounds her fingernails make in the thin skin of her throat. Clint knows he isn’t allowed to press further. He chooses a different direction. “How’d you get here?”

Nat coughs, then whispers, “Grand theft auto.”

“Are you being serious?”

“Left it on the shoulder a couple exits back.” Nat takes a breath. “Keys are in the ignition. They won’t be able to tie it back to me.”

It still sounds too good to be true. “You sure?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. “What about fingerprints?”

“Gloves. Duh.”

“And you ditched those too?” Nat didn’t arrive with them, Clint is positive. She came empty handed. Clint doesn’t know if she even has a phone on her. He’d felt no pocket bulges when he’d been holding her around the waist.

“Yeah.” The word distorts as she looses a yawn.

“You can go to sleep soon,” Clint says. “I’ll probably wake you up every half hour, just in case you’re concussed.”

“‘M not concussed…” Nat pushes with her elbows and sits up. “Maybe you’re the one conked in the head. You’re asking really stupid questions.”

“Hey, you passed out on me.” Clint attempts to set the record straight. He glances down at the mess spread over his chest and abdomen. “And I used to really like this shirt.”

“It’ll wash,” Nat says dismissively. “You have a wife.”

Clint raises his eyebrows. “That’s some pretty serious stereotyping.” But it’s not like he’s going to hold her to a standard. Nat’s had a hell of a night already.

“What’s she doing now?” Nat asks knowingly.

“Pouring you a bath and getting hot towels,” Clint replies. It’s the truth, no matter how he slices it.

“Mm.” Nat shrugs, then tucks her chin close to her shoulder. “I didn’t ask you guys to go all out of your way.”

“Oh, I know you didn’t,” Clint says quickly. “What is it you want? What do you need?”

“Place to sleep.” Nat nods to the couch. “Here’s fine.”

“Ok,” Clint agrees. “Good.”

“And something different to wear. Wet clothes are weird without a bra.”

“That’s what you’re concerned about?” Clint gives an embarrassed chuckle. “Not that you’re covered in yuck?”

“You are too.”

She’s right, Clint has to admit. “I’ll tell Laura to cancel the bath and get you some spare pajamas.” Clint gets to his feet. “Don’t move. And I won’t come back until you’ve changed.”

“Hm.” Nat seems to consider it. “Since when are you chivalrous?”

Clint knows it’s a joke, but it still feels awkward, especially when she’s clearly in the weaker position.

“We have an electric kettle,” Clint says slowly, unsure if the humor will still land. “Do you want a cup of tea?”

“Thanks for offering.” Nat tries to smile, but ends up choking on her words. “Ugh. How about ice water?”

“I can do that.”

“And a rush on that clean shirt.” Nat looks hard into Clint’s eyes. “I actually don’t care if you see me topless.”

“Ok. I get it.” Clint keeps the eye contact. “But I’ll give you some privacy.”

“You don’t have to—“

“Maybe I don’t want you to see me topless.” Clint lifts one shoulder to his ear. “I need some new clothes too.”

“Yeah.” Nat looks down at her hands. “I didn’t really mean it, though. They’re not stupid questions.”

“Fair enough. I’ll grab Laura and we can both clean up.”

Nat nods. She pulls her mouth sideways, but her lips twitch up at the corners. “And, uh. If you want to join me for an ice water afterward, I wouldn’t say no. Especially if you’re still set on being a head injury alarm clock.”

Clint does intend to keep watch overnight. “So that’s a yes? You consent?”

“Yes.” Nat rolls her eyes, but winces hard. “I’ll consent to some painkillers, too. Do you have morphine in your medicine cabinet?”

“No, unfortunately,” Clint tells her. “But there’s Percocet.”

“I’ll take it. Ice water and the big pills,” Nat says eagerly. “And don’t forget a fresh fucking shirt.”

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Outsider pt 1 (2/19)

Outsider Series 2 Broken and Bright

Her eyes flickered open to the throb of pressure in her right wrist. The heart beat in her wrist was nothing compared to the beating sharp ache in her right leg. She had blacked out just after he had left her there. Broken but aware in this hot damp room she found it comforting. At least it couldn't hurt her. And at least he was not here. She closed her eyes, and felt warm tears pooling at the corners. He wasn't here, she chanted.

The ringing in her ears began to settle down as she tried to move again. She had not traveled far; maybe a few feet from the spot he had last attacked her. Awenha laid where she had fallen in the haste to escape. Breathing came hard, she felt like a hundred pound weight pressed her into the floor. She felt so heavy and so incredible spent that even if she willed her body to move it might not happen. But she did it anyway.

Awenha counted down to one before she forced her weight onto her back. A tearful snot ridden whimper broke the silence.

The salty bitter taste of blood at the back of her throat started the gagging. She wretched and spit into a painful roll as thick fluid mixed with blood spilled from her mouth onto the concrete. Thankfully she was able to fall to her stronger side, though now, her leg lay in a precarious angle. Memories flooded her mind. Flashes ripped through her that forced a reminder of the smell of his breath, the feeling of his lips on her, and the sound of his pants. The way he looked at her when he- Awenha forced herself not to think about it. Not now, she warred with her mind.

It did not happen. Don’t speak of it to anyone, her spirit implored to her battle ragged mind, but she could still clearly make out the shape of his eyes.

“He came in.” Awenha’s voice halted in her throat. The tired shabby rasp scared her into silence. It was her voice, she reminded herself.

“He came in. The man attacked me. That’s all.” Awenha whispered. “Nothing else. I wasn’t powerful enough to stop him.” Her voice frayed off into a sob.

No, her mind screamed. It was a twisted thought process. She reserved herself to relinquish any form of normalcy the minute he walked out. But there had to be consistency here. Awenha self corrected quickly thinking that if there was the slightest hint that alluded to another kind of situation, any agent worth their grit would know immediately. And it wasn’t for them to know. Shame flooded over sadness as she thought about the looks from other agents she would receive.

“It is secret.” She said weakly and wept into the warm recycled air of her lab.

Awenha finally appreciated the fact there were zero cameras in her lab. It had been the policy since day one. Too much information coupled with efficient techniques were too valuable to lose to terrorists. Awenha exhaled slowly. They would only ever see her run into the lab followed by the man then a few minutes later watch him walk out alone.

“I saw him in the corridor. He ran after me and attacked me.” Awenha grew more convinced that the sound of her voice was stronger now. 

Blackness surrounded every object in her vision. The raging pressure along the side of her head pulsed then once again her eyes struggled to stay open.

“I saw him in the corridor.” She resisted the tired feeling.

“H-he ran after me…”

She was passed out. And for several minutes her broken body trembled there, as the memory of violence replayed over in her mind. Ghostly whispers tumbled from dry cracked lips. Tears puddle to the floor as softly shut lids wept.

The door swung open and in stepped a woman with red shoulder length hair. Crystal clear green eyes of Agent Natasha Romanoff surveyed the room, her thoughts and observation quickly collected the clues of engagement. Her thick lips pursed together in disdain as she spotted the legs of a woman.

“I found a woman, uh-“ Her deep resonating voice carried through the walkie as focused eyes swept the room for more information. Sharp eyes fell upon a panel beside the door where a basic plastic plaque hung.

 “Doctor Awenha Tiakan. Sublevel 5, east wing, room 004. Hurry.” she reported.

Romanoff approached the woman, careful not to move her too much. She gently pulled on her shoulder to lay her flat on the floor. “Jesus.” She hissed and placed her right hand under Awenha’s head to catch it. Romanoff had seen hamburger meat pressed better than this woman’s face.

“Barnes is out of control.” she whispered.

Always diligent in her profession, she searched the woman’s face looking for the path of destruction. The doctor’s face was hit first; the blood was almost dry on her tanned skin. Romanoff looked down the line of Awenha’s body and saw another bruise maybe it was more than likely blood pooling under the skin, a break. Still she looked beyond searching the contents of the room; the crowbar was not too far away. All of this for a tech, she thought. What had this woman seen? She sighed angrily and looked back at Awenha’s face who was now trying to open her eyes.

“Doctor Tiakan?” Agent Romanoff spoke softly.

Awenha eyes slowly focused on the face of a woman with red hair. She could hear her and grateful of her presence Awenha reached out. Romanoff took her hand calmly.

“I was in the corridor.” She croaked. Her throat was desperately dry as she tried to speak again.

“He-He ran after me and attacked.”

Awenha’s brittle voice weakened as she faded into unconsciousness. Romanoff gently dropped her hand across her abdomen just as a team of four emergency responders poured into the room. The agent removed her hand from behind the doctor’s head and stepped away. Romanoff observed their careful motions of moving the doctor to the bed as she pulled her radio from her hip.

“Multiple incursions on this level Tony, most have woken but there’s four dead.”

“We’ll add it to his list of crimes.” The voice of Tony Stark rang true over the receiver. “Anything else?” 

Romanoff walked out of the room into the corridor, her voice lowered as she spoke.

“There is a woman here, appears to be the lead of her team- she’s been hurt.” She released the talk button and clicked her tongue in thought as she stared at the floor. There was more here she assumed, there always is most of the time in her line of work. She pressed the walkie as her thoughts concluded.

“I have a feeling she might know more.”

“There isn’t time to find out. Secretary Ross wants a brief. Time to tap dance, so get back here I need backup.” he clipped off.

“Copy.” Romanoff hooked the walkie back to her hip and turned back toward the room. The team was trying to soothe Dr. Tiakan into letting them help.

“Please stop!! Don’t do this!!” She shrieked followed by a guttural groan.

Romanoff quickly approached the scene stepping toward the raised stretcher.

“Doctor Tiakan. These men are here to take you to the facility hospital.” she said softly.

Awenha’s judgment cleared when she saw the woman. Startled, haunted eyes stared up at Romanoff.

“It’s okay.” Romanoff spoke gently toward Awenha, soft hushed tones though pointed addressed the doctor.

“My name is Natasha, I found you here and I called them to help you. Please let them.” she said.

Awenha’s dark eyes stared angrily at the men on either side of the agent. The tightness in her chest increased the longer she sat up. She took a deep breath and remembered it was over now. The attack was in the past and these people were here for the after. Awenha relaxed and slowly she silently agreed to cooperate in their efforts in aide. With a wince she laid carefully back down on the bed.

Natasha stepped back, Awenha’s eyes locked with her and let the paramedics continue their work as they rolled her out of the lab. The agent’s eyes lingered on the group as they exited the room and then down to the floor to the workstation behind it. There was a bundle of fabric partially exposed. She walked to it and squatted down to get a clear image. With one movement of her finger it became apparent what the fabric was and who it belonged to.

“Son of a bitch.” She whispered.

They had turned the lights down for her comfort. It had seemed more out of her physical state than her mental state. The giant bruise across her right cheek had finally peeked in swelling by completely blocking her vision in that eye. They had piled two warm blankets on her body as the hospital level was often freezing. And they had thoughtfully raised the upper body and provided her a call pin attached directly to her wrist. And the room was sparsely decorated as in the fashion of an efficient military facility with a couple of windows and one chair in the corner of the room.

Awenha rested her focus in that area. The red haired woman sat there her eyes trained outside mostly lost in thought rather than what was there in front of her. Awenha’s mind raced as she tried to remember if she had said something off about what happened. Otherwise if she had been believed, why would a member of the Avengers be in her room at this moment?

Once again her need for secrecy began to be reevaluated. If she could tell anybody it would be Agent Romanoff, Natasha. After all she was a seasoned spy turned hero; she was trained for most scenarios and most likely had experienced these circumstances more than once.

One of her grandmother's favorite quotes pierced her thoughts. War and strife spares no one when it crosses your path. 

And lastly, Natasha, while educated in aggression was after all a woman. More than most she might have already suspected the collateral damage women experience in hostility.

“Agent Romanoff.” Awenha perceived she interrupted the agent’s thoughts as Natasha’s head swiftly turned to her.

“How long was I out?” Her voice sounded stronger now, more in control of her emotions. Awenha folded the crisp blankets back from the top of her body. She could feel something hard against her right leg that hugged it uncomfortably tight. The cast on her right wrist wasn’t the usual standard seen out in the world. Plaster was replaced with sleek white plastic. And once she finally heaved the blankets off her legs she could see that her right leg, from the knee down wore a boot in the same material.

“Few hours. You have a fractured radius up here,” The agent approached her slowly while pointing at her wrist. “And I’m pretty sure I heard the doctor say you have a few metal pieces holding your tibia shaft together under that cast on your leg.” She stopped short of a few feet on the left side of Awenha’s bed. She crossed her arms lazily while regarding Awenha.

She was cool-headed, and driven in her methods as she observed Awenha.

“Seems overkill for someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” The tone in the agent’s voice had Awenha looking back at her knowingly. Betrayed by her inability to focus her emotions elsewhere she glanced to the window instead of looking Agent Romanoff in the eyes.

“Hey.” Natasha’s voice softened and Awenha’s gaze returned. “You don’t have to talk about it with me. I am here to understand the reasoning behind it. What prompted this?”

The silence continued on Awenha’s part. But her mind landed on the thought that the man who attacked her seemed to realize something after the act. Was it remorse?

“They call him the Winter Solider.” said Natasha.

Awenha rubbed the tear from her left eye. She slowly took in the information that perhaps the attack had nothing to do with the impostor and everything to do with the work she preformed.

“He’s an assassin. Excelling in completing his missions one hundred percent is his profession. But he came after you and left you to live.” she added.

He did let her live. Fear once again moved through her body and plagued her mind of what would happen if he returned.

“However there is another element to this story. I checked the feed when they brought him in. You were there.”

Awenha knew the answer certainly. And it would keep other questions at bay for the time being.

“I have heard of Doctor Broussard’s work. I wanted to meet him.” She said hesitantly. Natasha’s expression turned from intense thought to realization.

“I knew what his face looked like and when I saw the man that claimed to be him it didn’t match what I knew.” Awenha continued.

“There wasn’t too many words spoken but it was clear he knew what I was beginning to realize.” she added with a sigh.

Natasha nodded her head in agreement. Everything that had occurred was starting to fall in place in the agent’s thoughts. But to come to Tony with this without proof wouldn’t do anyone good.

“I will look into it doctor.” said Natasha.

“My name is Awenha. I never really took to the title.”

Natasha approached and with both of her hands placed them on Awenha’s left hand.

“When this is over, anything you need to talk about you can come to me. Okay?” Natasha appeared approachable to Awenha, with her soft voice and calm demeanor, perhaps, a spy and Avenger could be many things.

“We’ve only met in passing but I promise I am a great listener." she said with a smile. "You might be thinking that keeping it a secret will make it not real. But that’s no way to live Awenha.”

Fresh tears fell from her left eye it slid down her puffy smooth skin and into the crease of her mouth where more followed.

“No way to live.” Awenha said flatly. But her expression of grief let down the off handed tone of her voice. 

“I like to think I’m a pretty good judge of character.” Awenha felt Natasha’s hand slightly squeeze her finger. “There is more to you than what happens to you. And people can take so much from us that it can leave us hopeless. But I don’t see that in you.”

Natasha released her hands then leaned over to the small side tray to grab a few napkins. Grateful for her honesty Awenha took them and wiped her face. She was looking at the cast on her forearm and wrist. The brutality she had experienced in this place had her yearning for her mother. The place she called her true home lay there in the safety of that woman. She would have to dodge the baggage again of returning, but it was worth it, she told herself. She could take it after all, and always did.

Awenha shook her head slowly, batting the emotions away, as more tears fell from her eye. Natasha smiled knowingly and gave her hand another light squeeze. She watched the agent take her leave from the room.

She laid her head on the pillow exhaustion seeping as she shut her eye. The taste of iron in her mouth was subtle and the pressure across her back seemed to no longer have a heartbeat. Her body sank into the bed.

She sighed despairingly at the thought of getting out of this bed. Her bones and aching body felt at ease finally though her physical comfort stood in stark contrast to her emotions. The anger in her belly rose at the thought of reigning in any emotion other than strength. But that strength was for the other people around her. Not for her, never for her. She was an outlier after all. The odd girl out that was relegated to being stuck in a permanent state of transition. The girl who comes and goes, like the wind. Who never really belonged to anyone, or anyplace.

 She was use to it.

Awenha allowed sleep to overtake the nagging thoughts. This night she fell asleep with visions of the most beautiful sunset she had ever seen as she danced alone in the wind. Wild hair bushy, and whirling flew into the breeze. Where none of her dreams were dashed away or scattered into the gusts that whipped around her. 

She didn't feel unusual. Her home was right where she stood.

She was free.

[yandere-sins]

Captured

We’re bringing down the last boundaries between us and this not-related-brother of ours (;

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Stepbrother x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Biting, Kicking), Hinting at sexual acts, Blood Mention/Consuming blood, Reader being tied up (Rope), Implied Murder (off-screen), Biting and mention of biting off pieces of human flesh, Unrelated Stepsibling-cest implications, Possessiveness

Prompt: @sintember Captivity - How long has it been? Does the sound of your captor getting closer bring fear or hope. Has it been long enough to become joy?

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Letting out a sigh, you wanted to move only to find yourself restricted by quite a few things at the same time.

Most prominently: the ropes around your wrists and ankles were still there. They rubbed over your already torn skin, and the stinging pain made you jolt, forcing you to wake up much too harshly. You had no idea how long you had fallen asleep after your stepbrother took away your best friend, and you were unsure if he had even returned. Though that question resolved itself quite quickly as you felt a warm body stir behind you, letting out a blissful sigh before pressing lips to your shoulder blade.

“It’s still early, you can sleep a bit longer ~” your not-really-your-brother mumbled, sleep drunk, before nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “I just had such a lovely dream too…”

You were awake immediately. Even though you usually had difficulty getting out of bed, you were now wiggling and arching your body out of his reach, remembering everything. Even though your head hurt from crying before falling asleep and your eyes were puffy, you did not want to stick around and sleep peacefully next to—what you assumed he was—a murderer.

Throwing your body around, you faced him, one of his eyes sharply open while he kept the other closed, no hint of sleepiness in it either as he seemed to be just as alert and awake as you. Pulling your knees between you and your stepbrother, you pushed your feet into his abdomen, causing the closeness between you two to split apart roughly as the push threw you back into the wall behind his bed and him down from the mattress.

“H-Hey!” he complained loudly, and now you were certain now he had been awake and feigned being asleep when he talked to you before.

“What did you do!” you yelled at him, only now realizing he had taken off the mouth gag for some reason, and you could actually speak, your feelings just cascading out of your mouth like a waterfall. “You sicko! You bastard! What did you do?! How could you… How could you hit him! What happened!”

Caught between fear and anger, your voice swayed between loud and furious and worried and fearful for your friend. You wanted to know! You had to! But you also felt scared about getting an answer that you didn’t want to hear.

“Ah, fuck,” your stepbrother complained, rubbing the back of his head he seemed to have hit when he fell, but you didn’t feel any sympathy for him. “What–!” you wanted to start again, but he shut you up with a hand over your mouth, and you reacted immediately, biting into it until the taste of iron coated your lips. Your brother seemed displeased by the bite but, for some reason, didn’t pull away. After a long while of biting him and him shushing you, asking you to be quiet and not wake your nosy neighbors, you had to realize that you didn’t have it in you to bite out a piece of his flesh, finally backing away.

A sigh of relief overcame him, and he took his hand away, staring at the glaring marks in his hand for a while before bringing it to his lips, licking off the mix of blood and spit you left on him. At the same time, his eyes darted back to yours. You were shocked to see him smile as blood dripped from his mouth, illuminated by the moon shining in, but he merely chuckled as if this all was no big deal and a pleasure to endure.

“What did you do?” you hissed at him again as you used all your strength to composure yourself in front of this animal. “And how long do you plan to keep me like this?” Your addition was emphasized by you forcing the ropes back into his view, twisting them even though it hurt you more than it seemed to impress him.

“Why?” he asked, nonchalant. “You don’t like them? I put so much work into tying them.”

Grabbing your hands, he pulled them up, and with them, your whole body towards him. Kissing your knuckles while staring into your eyes, you neither felt safe nor less frustrated with him for ditching your questions. It only made you angrier, and you shook your hands in his grip until your knuckles brushed his nose. He scrunched it, closed his eyes for a second until the pain subsided, and then opened them, his expression grim as you finally managed to upset him.

But instead of scolding or saying anything, he simply brought the side of your hands to his lips, opening them to reveal his teeth before chomping down on the flesh beneath your right pinky. You gasped as the pain hit you, realizing he was doing the same to you that you did to him, but your wiggling and trying to tear it out of his bite only hurt you more. This made you realize you also weren’t as strong as him as you had to fear he’d actually bite off a piece of your hand to prove his point.

Perhaps, what you were lacking, were his psychopathic tendencies.

And now you were suffering because of it.

“S-Stop!” you whimpered, the pain growing unbearable as his teeth dug deeper and deeper into your hand. “Please…”

Your barely audible pleading seemed to do it as he pried his teeth out of your skin, leaning his head back and letting out a joyful moan. “That’s it,” he muttered, and you felt your stomach revolting against the insane implications paired with the sensual tone in his voice. He was a goner, for sure. With his free hand, he wiped up the blood—your blood!—dripping down the corners of his mouth, pushing it back and licking his finger before looking down at you again, a satisfied smile playing on his red lips.

“I took care of him. That friend of yours. He’s not gonna bother us anymore.”

Your mouth fell open, tears brimming your eyes from pain and fear. “No… no, no, no, you’re lying!” you accused him, shaking your head in disbelief as the worst kinds of ideas shot into your head.

“Hm,” your stepbrother contemplated, dissatisfied with your reaction. “That’s the moment you should be thanking me for my service,” he explained to you, waiting some time for you to react, but you merely sobbed quietly, trying to pull your hands from his hold to cover your face.

Feeling the tug, he returned it much harder than you did, making you jerk forward and on your knees. “As for those…” he mused, his fingers touching the ropes around your wrists. Watching you crumble into yourself again, he quickly lifted your hands into the air and over his head to lock behind his neck, forcing you to press your face into his chest and allowing him to hook his arm around you. “Well, mom and dad will be gone for the rest of the summer vacation. I think you’ll have to prove to me that you don’t need them before I take them down if you don’t want them to stay on for that long.”

He said all of this with a carefree smile, but deep down, you could feel the malice seeping from his lips. “Aren’t you happy we get to spend all this time together? Just you and me?” he asked innocently, and the thought alone of him having all the freedom to do what he wanted made you want to seriously throw up from how ill you felt.

“You’re sick… why are you doing this? Why me?”

“Hmmm,” he hummed contemplatively, lifting you up in the air and holding you in his arms so he could turn around and lay down into bed again with you on top of him. Bringing his hands to your face, he traced your features, over your eyebrows, down your nose, and the rim of your lips. “I loooove you,” he hummed sweetly, almost drunkenly from his feelings. “I love this cute face and potty mouth of yours. I love it when you glare at me, and god, you turn me on so much when we wrestle for dominance. It’s unbearable some days.”

All of his confession made you shudder violently, the shivers not ceasing even after the words reached your mind. “You make me sick,” you confessed, genuinely even.

“Mhm, we’ll deal with that when it comes to it, but for now…”

Sitting up with you on top of him, he turned you over, so you were under him, his face hovering above yours. “You’re all mine now. My sweet darling, no one’s going to come for you. You’re my…”

He thought for a second, the most gruesome grin full of triumph and smugness about it.

“You’re my captive now,” he explained to you. It made you wish you could actually just throw up into his face, but all that your body managed to produce were tears of frustration stinging in your eyes and burning a trail down your face.

“Now and forever.”

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Hey 👋

I swear I'm addicted to your writing😁 Thank you for the amazing post❤

Can I request a usually calm reader coming home to Hanni and Wil with n bruise on their cheek and/or blue knuckles from n fight. And when they question reader they find out reader defended their relationship.

Or

Them reacting to reader with cigarette burn scars from childhood or self harm scars.

Sorry if it's specific I had a dream about the first one and I'm insecure about my scars😅 Also if it makes you uncomfy ignore me🤣

Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon💕

Hey anon, sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Gender neutral y/n comes home covered in bruises. Their lovers Hannibal and Will need to know why.

trigger warnings: blood, threats of violence, mention of firearms, stalking

You spit a mouthful of blood into the snow before you even thought about turning the doorknob. Any random passerby would look at you and think you were attempting to rob the place. You couldn't say you disagreed, though: your hood was pulled over your head and you held a tire iron in your singular non-bleeding hand.

You knew it wasn't wise to let the old-money Baltimore socialites catch you in such a compromising position, but you had to double-check your mental map of the house one more time. Hannibal would undoubtedly be cooking; hopefully so in his element that he wouldn't notice you slipping by. Will was the one you had to worry about. When it came to you, he'd become as alert as a German shepherd with protective instincts to match. Where he was in the house was anyone's guess, so you needed to be on guard.

You removed your heavy boots and opted to leave them outside. You then tossed the tire iron behind a nearby planter and slowly, quietly turned the knob. The door creaked as it opened, making you cringe. The sight of neither of your partners immediately running up on you was a bit of a relief; you hadn't been discovered quite yet.

You just needed to make it upstairs so you could barricade yourself in the master bathroom and use that oh-so-rare sliver of privacy to cover up your bruises. Then you could climb down the trellis, grab your shoes and make a proper entrance with hello kisses and whatnot.

"[F/N]?" Hannibal called out before you could even breach the threshold.

With no thought on your mind other than "fuck", you turned your head away from the direction you heard him. "Yeah, I'm home."

"I'd rush to give you a kiss, but I'm a little tied up at the moment." He said, undoubtedly grinning to himself as he trussed a chicken with sturdy cooking wire. "So you'll have to come to me."

"Oh, yeah." You called back. "Let me just get cleaned up first."

"If you insist." He said with a dramatic dip in his voice. "But hurry right back. Dinner is almost ready."

Hurdle one was cleared. Now all you had to do was clear the second, much higher hurdle.

You ascended the stairs, but forgot to skip that one consistently creaky step that always alerted the dogs. A small army of dogs came pouring into the upstairs hallway, blocked only by the baby gate Hannibal had installed as a compromise. Enthusiastic barks filled the foyer as you desperately tried to calm them down from the top step.

"Winston! Max! Harley!" You rattled off as many names as you could remember. "Hush, please!"

"[F/N]?" Will said, turning the corner.

You momentarily considered throwing yourself down the stairs. It would be easier to explain the bruises and you could still soak up that sweet, sweet throuple affection without having to tell a story that even you didn't entirely believe. Common sense, however, kept your feet firmly on the ground.

Will appeared in your line of sight. You pulled the brim of your hat down and stuffed your hands into your pockets. "I, uh- forgot how to open the gate again."

The dogs parted in Will's path and he looked at you with suspicion as he effortlessly opened the gate. "Is everything okay?"

You turned your head to the side. "I'm fine. It's just really cold outside."

"I'm sure those wet clothes aren't helping." Will cocked his head. "We can start by throwing that hoodie in the dryer-"

Before you could pull away, he pushed your hood and your hat off in one fluid motion. He knew what was going on.

"I'm no doctor, but I don’t think busted noses and black eyes are side effects of low body temperature." He said, folding his arms.

You put your hand up, unintentionally revealing the bruises on your knuckles. "You learn something new every day."

You tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

"[F/N]--" Will said, a blistering fury beginning to percolate in his chest. "Who did this to you?"

"I ran into a bus stop." You lied, not even trying to make it sound believable.

"That bus wouldn't have happened to be headed to Dacula, would it?"

Your silence spoke louder than any excuse you could think of.

Will sighed. "Right. I think I know what happened."

"Will, I-" you protested.

"Save it for dinner." He scolded. "I'm sure Hannibal would love to hear this."

You'd been found out it was much worse than anticipated. You felt like you were on trial, which, given the circumstances, you could have actually been on trial in a real court of law on the charge of aggravated assault. However, that didn’t make you feel any better.

Hannibal demanded an explanation and couldn't wait until dinner. He was willing to let one of his culinary masterpieces burn in the oven, knowing of course that a much rarer delicacy was in the cards once you gave him a name.

He brushed his finger over an open cut under your eye. A light click of his tongue reached your ears as he examined your face.

"Give us a name, love." Hannibal probed, holding your jaw between his fingers and following the trail of bruises down your neck. "Who did this to you?"

"It's not a big deal, really." You assured him, squirming against his grip. "I started it."

"Now that, I find hard to believe." Hannibal contested. "You're not a preemptive strikes kind of person."

"Nor would you go all the way to Dacula to throw a few punches." Will added, approaching you with an ice pack.

"Okay, so maybe I finished it." You corrected.

Hannibal smiled proudly to himself. "That's more like it."

"What exactly did you finish?" Will asked, gently placing the ice against your bruised knuckles.

You sighed. You mentioned Dacula once and they already knew the answer. They were just waiting to hear you say it.

"My ex-boyfriend, Sidney." You leaned back on your one good wrist. "He was a being a completely irredeemable shit, as usual-"

"Details, darling." Hannibal said in too singsongy of a voice than was really appropriate while wrapping your hand in gauze.

"Acting entitled, talking like I belonged to him-"

"You have no idea how little that narrows it down." Will shook his head.

You were compelled to agree, but couldn't bring yourself to admit that and the fact that you ever dated Sidney in the first place. "Right."

"That isn't out of character for him." Hannibal said.

"And certainly not enough to make you willingly drive back out to cousinfuck nowhere to beat him up." Will finished.

"I didn't go out there with the intent to beat him up!" You contested. "He said that if I could meet him for coffee he'd never speak to me again. I know it's a lot of gas money, but I really was gonna hold him to the whole 'never speaking to me again' bit."

"So what happened?" Will asked, growing impatient.

You looked at the ground, embarrassment stopping the words at the tip of your tongue.

"Somehow, he caught a whiff of our... arrangement." You tightened your hands into frustrated fists. "And he made some really shitty comments about... you."

Hannibal and Will exchanged looks. They let the silence linger, urging you to fill it.

"He went into obscene detail about how mmf threesomes are his favorite category of porn," you tried not to gag as you recalled the disgusting details. "And then said if I 'let him watch', he wouldn't tell the local baptist church that I was a whore-"

"The man is a pig." Hannibal said, matter-of-factually.

"I got up to leave." You continued. "Obviously. Then he said he knew where you lived. Announced it to the whole diner. Started to go through his list of semiautomatic weapons. So to make sure he knew I meant business-"

"You threw the first punch." Hannibal finished the thought for you.

You nodded. "Naturally."

Will smiled to the floor and pushed his glasses up his nose. "I would have loved to see that."

"As much as it pains me to say," Hannibal began, resignedly agreeing. "It's only fair that you stand up for us the way we stand up for you. From time to time."

Will brought your bruised knuckles to his lips. "Though we desperately need to teach you how to dodge. Because the next time you come home covered in scratches, someone will pay."

You took both of their hands. "I should get beat up more often."