#Dove! 🕊️

[inkybloom-luv]

Words Unsaid 5, Scarabian parties are loud

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Professor Ségdae Tonyx belongs to @dove-da-birb who has graciously allowed me to use them as an actually good teacher that cares about Inky,, justice for Inky, ramshackle is terrible

Hi hi hi everyone! Part 5 is here and for those who maybe need a little nudge, Inky is in fact, a little ✨tistic✨ and for this chapter I've been pulling from my personal experiences but I find it's a little hard to describe at times, I still tried my best for y'all tho!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 6 Part 7

Tw: meltdown; trash talk

2.1+ k words

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When the call came in through the more than slightly old wall mounted landline that the Ramshackle prefect and Grim were to pack their clothing as well as other essentials and report to the headmage's office immediately, Inky was left confused and Grim, well, he was worried that they were getting thrown out after all. "Because the prefect wasn't pulling their weight" he said, knowing that he caused more messes than she did. So they both sat in the office silently.

They had been soaked and shivered from the raging storm, which had rolled in from the sea around the island and due to its nature, as it was a magical storm, would not stop for a few days, maybe even the rest of the week, but that was unlikely according to the headmage. Also according to the headmage, they would be temporarily residing in Scarabia. Reason being that the Al Asim family had agreed to donate funds for the renovation of Ramshackle. Why they donated? The headmage would not say, but it was absolutely because of the absolute garbage living conditions of having to stay in a building that was falling apart around Inky and grim.

"Thanks to my endless generosity, and a hefty donation by the Al Asims, Ramshackle will be renovated! Professor Tonyxx will be overseeing the process as they insisted..!" Were his words. At this point this was dragging in entirely too long and the prefect was somewhat struggling with the feeling of the wet fabric against their skin. Inky had always hated the feeling. Sensory issues are what that feeling was referred to. Usually Inky would manage, sure, a little wet clothing was fine, but this time she was soaked and she hated it. It was getting more and more overwhelming when their thought process got interrupted with a knock from the door.

"Headmage, is the prefect in yet? Kalim sent me to pick them up" A familiar, albeit muffled voice sounded through the door. It was Jamil.

"Come in Viper, they're here..!" The headmage answered and the old mahogany door opened to reveal Jamil Viper, clad in his dorm uniform, hood pulled up, the one that made him look like a snake from the side, as Inky had remarked in a letter. Even if Jamil had no clue about that. She looked at him, all dry and still so pretty. He was recovering, well, to her, he should have already been fully recovered despite a slight pain still surprising Jamil every now and then.

Inky nodded up at Jamil in greeting, which he returned, puzzled on the inside on why she was still wet and hadn't been offered a towel at the very least. "Take her and Grim to Scarabia and ensure she feels welcome there viper..!" The headmage said, mumbling something about how he was generous enough to allow this.

Outside of the slightly dark office Jamil used his magic pen to summon a towel each for both grim and Inky, though while Grim had his towel flopped down onto him by magic, Jamil was nice enough to actually hand over the towel meant for the prefect. "Here, you're still soaking wet.. the headmage didn't offer you anything to dry off with I see..?" He said, to which the prefect shook her head. They weren't even speaking to him apparently. Not like Jamil would know but the prefect had simply gone nonverbal.. Grim however communicated just fine and thanked Jamil for both of them.

Generously enough Jamil carried the one slightly large bag the prefect did have while the prefect in question carried a smaller bag with Grim's essentials. Jamil noticeably slowed his pace when he realised the prefect was limping a bit, the fact that he still saw the bandage on their arm, he regretted hurting her. It would most definitely leave a scar, aside from that all the other more minor injuries did still worry him. Crowley was running this girl more ragged than Kalim ran him at times. Jamil felt guilty for what he did, adding to her woes instead of lightening the load like everyone else should have done ages ago. He felt sick to his stomach when he remembered he'd sent her to die out in the desert after she'd nearly drowned barely a few weeks before. And now they weren't even speaking to him.

At least they'd reached Scarabia in little time despite going slower than usual. Kalim was there to greet them both, waving at the prefect. He dragged them off to their new room, Jamil and Grim in tow, so that Inky could put her things away and shower so they could heat up their cold body. Kalim gave them the whole excited spiel of them making themselves at home with Grim and that there was a small party later that had been planned in advance. The prefect was welcome to join them, according to Kalim. While she showered and changed Jamil was busy in the kitchens preparing some finger foods for the party that would be in a few hours, two maybe.

If he was really honest he wasn't even actually thinking about the food, but Inky instead. Something was up. Something about her felt a bit more off. They were struggling to keep their eyes open earlier. And she hadn't said a word since.. well, since he had come to pick her up. Maybe even before, he didn't know. He wished he did. He wished he knew.

Apparently the prefect spent a long time in the extra bathroom, that was according to grim, who had joined Kalim in the lounge. Him and the housewarden were talking.

"Inky's overwhelmed today. She has been for a while.. don't tell her I told you this though, she'll get upset because she'll 'dampen the mood' or whatever.. can you give me more of that tuna?" The cat thing said, nodding along when Kalim handed the delicious canned food over.

"Thank you.. anyway. She likes Jamil a whole lot, read her.. well it's not a diary but whatever. Have him watch over her a bit tonight. There's gonna be a few really loud people here today from what you've said about this party." Grim finished as Kalim agreed to what grim was saying.

"Yeah.. I'll host less parties while she's here, this one's just been planned for a really long time, or I'd be calling it off at any moment" the white haired housewarden laughed to himself, if only to make the topic feel less heavy. "He'll be there to watch over her, no worries..!"

When it was time and the party was in full swing it was a lot of things all at once, people chatting, music playing, lights that flashed and pulsed along the walls and decorations. The prefect Inky stood in the corner farthest away from the loud music in a t-shirt and sweatpants courtesy of Kalim, she'd refunded anything else as she wasn't really in the mood to wear something that could pay for her living expenses for months. Unfortunately some Pomefiore students had thought she'd be rather fun to mock because of this. They witnessed her orientation, they witnessed how the mirror had told her she was not wanted at this school. And they didn't like the way she looked that night, it was a party, not her living room, so why should she show up in sweatpants and a t-shirt? A cute little party dress was the right way to go, but she wouldn't fit into one. That's what they were whispering about at least. Not that it was true but at the moment Inky had little will to fight back.

Fact is she was really only barely keeping it together. The party was too loud for right now, she was exhausted and people were making fun of her. So as tears started forming in her eyes she sank to the floor, covering her ears as they started falling. Her body shook as she sat there crying at the back of the lounge as the Pomefiore students continued to mock her, but they were quickly silenced when Jamil approached them, and he glared at them.

"What joke must you be telling that it's got all of you laughing? Please, do tell me so I can tell the housewarden, I'm sure he'd love to hear it as well" He said, venom lacing his words, which seemed to send them spluttering for an excuse before dispersing. All of them avoided his gaze in fear of getting hypnotised. Good. He might've. But instead of focusing on that he went over to Inky, who had been trying her best to be quiet and to block out the song blasting through the speakers at the moment. He knelt down to her, tapping one of her knees gently. It got her attention, she flinched slightly in surprise in response before lifting her head quickly and looking at Jamil with wide, tear filled eyes. She looked so frightened, Jamil's heart sank. He hoped with every fiber of his being he wasn't the cause, but at least.. she looked at him, in his eyes. He nodded towards a door. That one led to a corridor, where the way to Kalim and his rooms were. It would be quiet there, his room was somewhat soundproof after all. He held out his hands and quickly, along with a sound that indicated she wanted out, Inky gripped them. Jamil recognised the simptoms, a meltdown. The way she was covering her ears before he intervened, she was pulling at her hair.

She wanted out. So he would take her out. She was breathing heavier than normal, heaving slightly even, as if a boa constrictor was wrapped around her neck. And if he could alleviate whatever else she felt, he would. It wasn't enough to make up for the scar that was forming on her arm.. but it was a start to him.

Luckily the walk wasn't long. And once there he guided her to sit on his bed, so that he could close the door fully and lock it too, they didn't need any disturbance right now. Who knows what that would do. So now he stood across from her, from Inky. She clutched her legs to her chest as she cried a little more, so Jamil gave her a glass of water. She didn't like the taste, he knew because she'd mentioned it over lunch, but it was all he had at the moment and he didn't want her to have a headache.

They sat in silence. They sat across from each other until she was done. She was looking at the bed Inky sat on most of that time while Jamil's eyes were on her and her only. Yes Jamil was worried for her since she wouldn't speak, couldn't speak, but he still found her pretty, even now when she looked so disheveled. How come he never noticed just how pretty he thought she was? But then she was done. And he placed the glass on his nightstand. What now? He didn't know what to do, but he should think of something, right? Why was it that now of all situations when he needed his brain to work as normal, it wouldn't? What was it that really made his mind blank so much?

Jamil was in his own head at the moment, maybe even a little too far for once, since he hadn't even noticed Inky uncurl herself slightly to come closer, closer and closer yet, only to somewhat throw herself at him to hug him. And she just cried. That's what brought Jamil back from his almost chronic habit of overthinking so that he could find a good solution. But now instead of thinking about what he could do to help her, he landed on his bed, Inky half way on top of him and laying there holding onto him for comfort as she let out an actual sob.. and a sniffle and another and another.

It took him a second but he realised all he had to do.. was hold her there for a bit until she didn't cry anymore, until she felt comforted enough. Not that Inky did move after she stopped crying. She was too tired and it was warm and comfortable where she was. So she fell asleep, right there, resting her head on Jamil's chest. And Jamil stayed there. The dark haired young man had no intention of waking her for once, because right now? He was crying himself. He didn't even notice. But he knew she didn't hate him now. That she trusted him enough to not attack her again. That she felt safe around him. And so for once, he too slept. Because he could, once at least, not bother with the party or the cleaning. This was more important. This felt better.

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@azulashengrottospiano

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[konigsblog]

being your captain's crybaby...

warnings: degrading, dacryphilia, dub-con/non-con, blowjob, face fucking, afab!f!reader... dark content // dead dove: do not eat.

john price can't stand the sound of crying, the sound of your fearful sobs as he guides your head between his thick, muscular thighs, gripping his hard, girthy cock by the base, holding it firmly and demanding you follow by his orders, for you to open your mouth...

you open your puffy, swollen lips, tears rolling down your cheeks slowly as he begins to sink down your throat. you gag painfully, gurgling as he sinks even further, easing down your strained throat to teach you a lesson for being so disobedient. he grunts hoarsely, already getting frustrated at the sounds of your muffled weeks and pained, agonising cries. the way your cheeks are glistening, your eyes glossy and looking up at him as he presses further down your throat, grumbling out something incoherent whilst keeping a firm grip on your hair, making sure you don't wriggle away from his grasp.

you swallow every inch price has to offer you, easing deeper down your wet, little throat, your puffy lips tightly wrapped around his thick, hard girth. you moan, muffled and stifled by his large dick stuffed into your wet mouth. your cheeks stained with tears, balls pressed against your chin, drool dripping from your swollen lips as you gulp down every droplet of his pearly load.

you feel pathetic; a whiney, little crybaby. being belittled for crying so much, for not living up to your captain's expectations and standards.

a pathetic and worthless soldier... :(

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[dilfprayers]

Angel

real!dad leon kennedy x afab!reader

tw: incest

short yip yap, 100% filth // related to: My, Penitence

an: i felt like yapping about just some sex between leon and the reader in the tl of my last story in between working on the actual second part of the story & some other stuff >_<;;; it isnt much but hehe

"Somedays I'm convinced your dad is more of a boyfriend than this 'mysterious' guy. You're always with him but I assume it's cause you're such a daddy's girl. He can't let you go, huh?"

Your friend jokes while blowing out the smoke from her cigarette.

"Probably just as overprotective now since his only child is having a kid. Must be a big thing for him."

You chuckle in response but you knew the truth. You knew all of what truly was happening. The sexual relationship with your father had went on for a while now. But she'd think you're insane, right?

"— I really wish I could meet the guy who got MY best friend pregnant!"

"My dad."

You respond softly, hearing a light cough. She choked on the smoke from your response.

"What?- You're fucking with me. Right?"

You gaze over, that warm smile remained on your face.

"Of course I'm fucking with you."

You lied, gently ghosting your fingertips over your belly. You felt the gentle kicks in response as your smile widened more. You were having his child. Your father's child.

You couldn't be any happier.

_

What was normal? You don't exactly remember what it's like to be a normal person like everyone else around you was. You adapted back to your roots and all the shit your father dragged you into.

Your first time, second time and yeah.. Whatever time by now wasn't as ideal. But you slowly but surely gotten back into that headspace you had a while back and enjoyed when he came up from behind to touch you or fuck you. You loved your daddy in a sick way all over again. You made the most sense out of it though even when he had spiraled from drinking and would smack you around, beat you till you saw nothing but darkness but you enjoyed finally being intertwined with him. You finally were close with him like the way you wanted it to be.

If anything, he molded you into what you originally wanted to be in the first place.

"Daddy.."

You're obviously mentally gone in the head, busy nuzzling against him like a needy dog while he has his arm wrapped around you, watching television with you. He glances over, a warm smile etched on his face - seeing you all up on him. He found it cute and amusing.

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Need you.."

"Now?"

"Noooww.."

You thought you'd be past this when you were in your so called "healing" phase but that was short lived after he had you all to himself after the divorce — he seemed to have forgotten all about that, didn't even speak about your mother ever again and only spoke about you or ranted about work. The usual.

"Huh, alright. My pretty angel wants her daddy, yeah?"

"Mh.." You shift around, crawling right onto his lap while staring into his eyes lovingly. He enjoyed the sight of you, all bubbly and needy. It's exactly what he wanted out of you.

So with that, he didn't waste anytime in pulling his pajama pants off and his boxers, letting his cock fling out. You notice it and bite your lower lip with excitement; glancing towards him again with an ecstatic look on your face. This night was gonna be a long one.

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You two were at it for a while, loud moans and begging filled the room. The scent of sex pooling throughout as you felt yourself in a new state of bliss. For the longest, you tried to get him to stop whenever he stopped by your bedroom at night. After he had taken your virginity, he couldn't get enough of you. Kept mentioning how you were like your mother but better.

At first it was weird then it turned out to make you smile when he said that. You craved for those compliments, hence why you started doing the things you did when you felt him slightly straying away from doing things with you. Changed your attire, purposely did the cliché thing of bending over with skirts or short dresses on so he could see your panties. All of those had brought him further into this taboo relationship. It never was meant to get out of hand but you both couldn't help it. If he was sick in the head, then you were too.

"Daddy's cock feels so- Good!!~"

You cry out, grazing your nails along his back. Your breasts brushed along his chest as he groans, gazing up at you. He was happy himself even if somedays he sat there with a concerned expression whenever he was laying there in bed with you.

"Oh?"

He replies, gripping to your hips before he decided it was time to take charge. He moves his hands up in a better position before grabbing you and pinning you down to the couch, slamming his cock back into you. Your moans are strained out while he stares down at you with a smile. He enjoyed seeing you like this regardless of the doubt in the back of his head that was faintly there.

"I'm gonna cum soon.."

He grasps your hip with one hand while his other hand was in yours, intertwining the both of your fingers together. It was bittersweet and you squeezed at his hand while looking up at him. His movements progressively gotten rougher and faster — nothing but the sound of skin slapping against each other and the loud squelching noises were heard through the room.

"I-inside?..Please.. Please inside!"

To his surprise, this was the first time you begged for him to cum inside. Surely, you expected him to do this on his own but he always pulled out of you each time in the past but this day was different. His cock throbbed from your pleads — only moving rougher than before as a low growl left his throat.

"Inside? You want daddy's cum inside, huh? Dirty girl.."

He wasn't gonna turn down your plea, if anything he was all for it. He tensed up, quickening his pace while you both made eye contact with eachother. The way you stared at eachother made butterflies go crazy in your stomach. Before you knew it, you both had leaned closer to eachother, sharing a passionate kiss that a father and a daughter shouldn't share, but you two were different.

It felt good, so it didn't matter if it was wrong or right.

You muffle moans into the kiss, slipping your hands away and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your legs naturally remain wrapped around his back as his thrusts gotten rougher and deeper while time passed.

Seconds later? You both are crying out moans into the long-lasting kiss, you made a mess all over the sheets and his cock that was twitching inside of you — filling you to the brim. This might've been the most he's ever come..

You both laid there, out of breath while you felt his weight ontop of you. His embrace was warm and it kept you at ease after the session you both shared.

"Ah.....I..I love you, angel."

He rasps out, nuzzling into your neck. You could feel his stubble scrape at your skin as you gazed at him with a faint smile.

"I love you too, daddy.."

You truly did replace your mother. You weren't his daughter anymore.

You were his wife.

#realdad!leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy smut #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #🕊️ — drabs

[imma-hallyucination]

take it

female reader x non-idol!seulgi (feat. lackey!bang chan x reader)

2558

18+. MDNI.

Additional Warning From The Author. This is very explicitly noncon. A lot of potentially triggering words, phrases and emotions are graphically depicted. If the warnings are triggering to you, please do not read this fic. I do not condone or approve of the actions depicted in this fic in any way, shape or form.

dead dove: do not eat—rape/noncon; pwp; gangbang; drugging; smut—dom!seulgi and bang chan; rough sex (face and pussy slapping, choking, scratching, hair-pulling); humiliation, objectification (toy, doll, etc.), degradation (whore, r@peslut, etc.), acting “like a child” used as an insult; vaginal fingering; oral (f. receiving); face-sitting, scissoring, missionary; semi-public sex, drugged sex, unprotected P-in-V sex; watersports (piss kink), mommy/daddy kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage (reader is tied and gagged for most of the encounter); snuff porn (reader is being filmed, it’s implied the video is posted online)

“baby, fuck your life / and I know you want it, baby / you know I want you / don’t underestimate the things that I could do„

Completed 14.02.2024 (dd/mm/yyyy)

Masterlist. Navigation. AO3.

You blink your eyes open, fighting to gather yourself in spite of your foggy vision and the setting sun shining into your face. Your jaw hurts from having a sweat towel stuffed in your mouth for god knows how long, and you groan around it at the heavy pounding in the back of your skull.

You wriggle where you lay, attempting to sit up or roll over—anything—but your hands are tied behind your back with what you think is rope, the skin around your wrists itchy and raw. It makes you whine, arching off the ground before realizing with a slow start that your back is bare.

You crane your neck and let out a confused noise when you realize you’re naked, something nature emphasizes by blowing the wind against your bare pussy. You shiver, and your nipples perk from the cold.

Your eyes struggle to focus and your head hurts—your skin tingles all over and the grass against your bare ass makes your skin itch. How did you... Did you come here alone? You can’t remember. You can’t—

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

The hair on your arms raise as you roll your eyes almost to the back of your head, locking eyes with a pretty woman around your age. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t put a name to her, but you know you know her and she makes your body spasm with the need to run.

“Look at you,” she tsks from where she sits crouched above you, brown hair rolling over her shoulders in waves. Your eyes catch on the studded band on her upper arm, and it leads your eyes over the loose black boob-tube covering her chest. Your eyes glide over the exposed skin of her sides and stomach all the way down to the frilly black skirt hiked over her knees, gawking at the sight of her black lace panties. “So weak,” she tuts. “So vulnerable.”

She stands up and walks next to you. You turn your head, swallowing nervously at the sight of her Doc Martins. She turns to look over her shoulder at a man in all black (has he always been there?), his dark blue jeans ripped at the knees and tucked neatly into a black pair of combat boots, fluffy black hoodie enveloping his broad frame. A black mask covers his face, and he has a handheld camera pointed right at you. “You getting this?” the lady asks him.

His voice is deep and accented when he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” the woman says. And suddenly you remember her name is Seulgi. Your head pounds like a jackhammer is being held to your skull as flashes of a bar enter your mind, closely followed by more flashes of a pretty girl. Lots of shots. Getting sick in the the bathroom. Seulgi taking you to her place. Blurry, out of order flashes of having your clothes forcefully removed by a man you don’t know, and of pills being put into your mouth and forced down with water.

Dread settles in as you recall these memories—what are you doing here? What does Seulgi want to do with you? She steps forward and your head spins with panic. You feel fuzzy and light, and even though you want to move away, your limbs are heavy and tied and you’re itching all over.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Seulgi taunts, crouching next to you. “Aren’t you ashamed to have gotten yourself into this situation?” She runs her fingers down your side, over your hips. You shiver, squeezing your legs and whimpering into the towel.

Seulgi chuckles darkly, her eyes sparkling as she looks you over. The man with the camera walks around you, trying to keep your face in frame as Seulgi reaches up to palm your tits, her slender fingers wrapping around the flesh and squeezing. You whine in the back of your throat, trying to push yourself away; confusingly, your back arches off the grass and into her hand.

“A rapeslut, aren’t you, darling? Arching into mommy’s hand like that.” She smiles sadistically, pinching your nipple painfully hard. “Need mommy to touch you?” Her hand travels from your chest to the inside of your thigh, teasing so close to your entrance your thighs spasm with the desire to get…away?

The tears come without warning. They pool in your eyes, blurring your vision as they fall down your cheek, dripping down to your ear. You can’t beg, so you cry and vehemently shake your head, whimpering into the cloth stuffed in your mouth like a little girl crying into a stuffed animal.

“Stop crying,” she orders coldly, and the hard smack she delivers to your cheek is shocking enough to momentarily quiet your cries. “Haven’t even started yet and you’re sobbing like a fucking child.”

Despite the clear warning in your voice, the sting in your cheek and the fear that twists at your stomach when you feel one of her fingers slide through your folds makes you cry harder, wriggling to get away from her and failing miserably—your limbs are heavy and your head still hurts. The cameraman is standing over Seulgi’s shoulder at an angle that looks down on you as she moves to stand in between your legs. “You wanna cry?” she asks mockingly, a sadistic, borderline psychopathic smile pulling her face into a horrifically beautiful warning sign. “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

You whip back and forth to the best of your abilities, sounds of distress muted by the cloth muffling your mantra: NO NO NO NO.

“Come around here,” Seulgi orders the cameraman. He walks around and sits next to her, holding the camera in a way that captures the full extent of your nakedness while still keeping Seulgi in frame. She forces your legs apart with her knees, and the cameraman takes a second to move the camera closer to capture how you involuntarily clench at the way the wind blows against you.

You’re still crying, and scream into the cloth when Seulgi drags her finger through your folds, the squelching sound making shame and disgust curl around your throat. She does it once more, this time hard-pressing the pad of her thumb against your clit—it makes your back arch. She laughs. As much as you hate it, you crane your head to see what she’s doing, your head pounding so hard you feel dizzy, your vision blurred by tears that never dry up.

She’s spreading your pussy open for the cameraman, who’s got the camera close to her hand, and you involuntarily throw your head back when she inserts a finger. You try to close your legs, but she shoves them open again with a hard smack to the inside of your thigh. You sob into the cloth even as you shiver when she adds another finger and curls it inside of you, the squelch it emits making you sick to your stomach.

“Fucking pathetic,” Seulgi scoffs, eyes honed in on where her fingers disappear inside you. “Fucking whore. You enjoy getting fucked in the open like this? Enjoy getting raped? Recorded? Fucking rapeslut,” she growls, pressing down hard against your clit. You squirm against the floor and pant hard, flinching hard when her hand comes down hard and fast against your pussy, tears streaming down your cheeks in a never-ending river of frustration at not being able to do anything to save yourself.

“Look at her, Chan,” Seugli sighs, spreading your pussylips for the cameraman—Chan—to zoom in with the camera. “God, people are going to go crazy over this…”

You shake violently, clenching and unclenching without meaning to. Your eyes are pounding, if that’s even possible, the drugs they gave you making you lightheaded even though you’re laying down.

When Seulgi leans away from you, you allow yourself a relieved sob, thinking that maybe, maybe, this was all they wanted—they’d blackmail you into silence, but they’d spare you anything else.

Of course, god isn’t kind enough to grant you that mercy.

Seulgi hoists her skirt up over her hips, spreading her legs so Chan can record the dark spot on her panties as she rubs herself over the material, biting her lip in a way that makes your thighs glisten with arousal. You cry into the cloth, shame stabbing you in the stomach: your body betrays you even now.

Seulgi pulls her panties down, circling her clit a couple of times before scooting closer to you, and you only realize what she’s about to do once she’s straddling you.

You shake your head, whimpering and sobbing and shaking and begging, begging her to please stop, please let me go, even though you doubt she can understand you with your mouth full.

She slaps you again. “Shut up, whore. Take it like a good girl. Don’t disappoint your mommy.”

You cry still, even though it gets drowned out by the unholy, treacherous moan that leaves your lips the second she starts rubbing against you, rolling her hips in a way that makes your eyes roll back.

Your entire body is tense, and you can’t stop crying, but you feel a distantly familiar coil in your stomach as your clits rub together. Seulgi’s hands are painfully tight around your breasts, and then scratch down your breastbone to just above your bellybutton hard enough to make the skin angry and red and burning. Burning as you cum, burning as your cum mingles with hers, as she slowly grinds against you, riding it out.

Your eyes flutter open; tired, red and irritated, only to land on Chan—camera focused on your and Seulgi’s intertwined bodies, one hand palming his crotch.

“Sit on her face,” he breathes, like it takes actual effort to speak.

Seulgi glares at him. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m sorry, madam,” Chan apologizes immediately, though he doesn’t stop playing with himself. “But I think it’d be good. For the video.”

Seulgi rolls her eyes at him even as she stands up, pulling her skirt off and standing over you. “Fucking perv.”

She leans down, and removes the cloth from your lips.

“Please,” you beg hoarsely, crying with your whole chest. Your wrists are raw, and your head hurts—you can barely focus on anything else. Your muscles are so tense they’re starting to cramp. “Please, I just want this to end, please, I—“

Seulgi squeezes your cheeks until your lips turn into a pout, uncaring of the tears staining her palms. “Shut up,” she hisses. “No one likes a talking doll. They’re annoying. You’re a fucking toy. Toys don’t speak.”

You sob again, trying and failing to shake your head. “It won’t end until you make mommy cum again. I don’t care if you get tired, hell, you can suffocate for all I care,” she squeezes your cheeks so hard the skin around her knuckles turns white, “you will make me cum.”

And just like that, she’s letting go of your cheeks to lower herself over your mouth. You try and turn away, but she’s on you, and you can taste her on your tongue.

She grinds down on you, rubbing her cum all over your face. You try and keep your mouth closed, but she grabs your hair and roughly pulls at it, hard enough that you yelp in pain.

“You better start,” she warns, grinding more vigorously against you.

Afraid of what might happen if you don’t comply, you gingerly press your tongue against her, hating yourself when your stomach clenches at the lewd moan that leaves her lips in response.

As you drag and suck and kiss over her pussy, you’re painfully aware of Chan’s camera situated by your shoulder, and you can’t stop yourself from crying at the realization that your face is going to be all over the internet.

You push your tongue in and out of her awkwardly, your jaw hurting as she continues grinding hard against your face, tugging harshly at your hair either because it’s not enough or for her own amusement—you can’t tell—but the cry you let out in response is what tips her over the edge.

She cums, and it’s everywhere. Your cheeks, your nose, dribbling down your chin onto your neck, in your mouth.

You pant as she stands up on shaky legs, your chest heaving, tears mingling with Seulgi’s essence, and then, before you can realize what’s happening, she’s pissing. All over your face, squatting above you as golden liquid mingles with all the other fluids already sticking to your skin. Seulgi groans as she releases, her stomach muscles contracting and relaxing, holding still above you even as her thighs shake; waits until the stream tapers off to stand to her full height.

You gag as the acidic taste mingles with the saltiness of your tears and the sweetness of her cum, as the stench seeps into your skin.

You don’t even have the energy to cry anymore—your throat is scratchy, and the pounding behind your eyes is enough to make your vision blur and dot around the edges. You’re nothing more than a toy—something to be marked; pissed on, fucked, used—a sexdoll meant to take it like a good girl.

“Let me have her, mistress?” Chan asks, and you notice now that he has his dick in his hand—big and veiny and leaking with precum. “Please?” he adds for good measure.

Seulgi, you notice, is sweating, and she gives a dismissive wave over her shoulder, holding a hand out for the camera. Chan gives it to her immediately, not even bothering to push his pants further down than his knees before he’s laying on top of you.

“Please,” you beg, and then choke and cough when he shoves two long fingers down your throat, pressing against the back of your tongue so you gag around them.

“Always liked you better quiet,” he groans against your jaw, rolling his hips against yours.

The tip of his dick snags on your entrance, and it makes your entire body jolt.

“Dirty girl, getting fucked in the open like this,” he says, rubbing against you—maybe that’s all he wants to do, you hope. “So fucking naughty. Fucking slut,” he growls, making you gag around his fingers again before leaning back to align himself to your entrance.

You scream when he shoves himself all the way in, biting down on his fingers. He yells angrily and pulls his fingers out of your mouth to slap you across the face. Your vision swims and you groan, your back scratching against twigs and stones when he pounds into you.

“Fucking bitch,” he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying enough pressure to make your head spin. “Biting daddy’s fingers like that, like an ungrateful whore. Gonna show you.”

You hear squelching beside you and realize dumbly that Seulgi is rubbing herself in time with Chan’s thrusts, your body bouncing with each painful thrust he delivers.

As he nears his release, his grip on your neck gets tighter, and when he cums inside of you, you let the dark embrace of unconsciousness spare you any of what happens next, a single tear dripping down your cheek and into the dewy grass next to your shoulder.

#dead dove do not eat #dead dove #dead dove fic #🪦🕊️ #red velvet fic #red velvet x reader #red velvet smut #seulgi x reader #seulgi smut #skz x reader #skz smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #tw: r*pe #tw: noncon #cw: r*pe #cw: noncon #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #kpop gg #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Say your prayers little girl

Vampire Priest Joel Miller x f!stripper reader

Warnings: Dark fic/Dead Dove, non/dubcon (non bc he uses his powers on her taking away her consent but she does want it), religious theme, p in v (wrap ya dick kids), vampirism, blood, neck biting, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving), dark fluff?? (The ending ended up softer than I intended), squirting, I believe that’s it!

Summary: Working in the adult industry tends to leave a bad taste in people’s mouth when they find out about your job. Growing up the church has been the only place you’ve been able to find solace and that’s where you seek solace now.

A/n: So I have no experience fucking vampiric priests but I do have religious trauma and a deep seeded need to fuck creatures of the night. Lightly edited, not beta’d, all mistakes are mine! Enjoy!(:

(Mood board made by moi 😇)

Living in LA is nothing like you imagined. Growing up in the Midwest, you moved out here for a fresh start with the hopes and dreams of becoming a movie star. Those hopes and dreams were dashed rather quickly when you struggled to find acting jobs and instead had to resort to working at a high end gentleman’s club. If you were being honest you did enjoy working at the club. You liked the attention, you liked the other dancers but most of all the money. However outside of the club it seemed as though everyone knew what you did for a living and despised you for it. Never in your life have you felt so judged by every passing face. You purposely wear an extra large hoodie with the hood up and sweat pants on just to go to the grocery store.

After working at the club for a few months, one night, around 3am, you were just getting off work. It was a chilly early Sunday morning, the streets covered in fog. Normally you drive to and from work but this particular night you didn’t have your car since it broke down on you a few nights ago. Walking the few blocks to your apartment you just happened to glance down the street you were crossing and saw a church sitting on the corner. Having only lived in the area for a few months, you hadn’t really explored it. Noticing the church doors were open, you decided to walk down to the church and take a peek inside. You grew up in the church. Your family went every sunday, your mom was the Sunday school teacher and your father and brothers regularly volunteered to help be alter boys or set up for fundraisers or whatever else the church needed. You always struggled with what they taught and stood for. If God is the one and only that you should worship why are we praying to all of these patron saints? If God answers prayers why isn’t he answering the prayers of those starving? Of those that are abused or dying from illness? Why does Debra from Mississippi who is judgmental and mean to others get her prayers of a fancy new car get answered but not little Susie who prays she gets taken away from her abusive father? At a rather young age, you struggled immensely with your faith and beliefs but you always found the church to be a place of comfort.

Approaching the front doors you notice some lights were on and someone was playing the organ. You slowly walked up the steps and went through the doors. As you walked in, there were pews on either side, a few random stragglers scattered all over and in front was an alter of Mary surrounded by lit candles and flowers laid at her feet. You passed the first two pews, choosing to stand in the back and just observe. You could hear someone quietly crying and sniffling, a couple of others whispering the rosary and before you know it you can hear soft footsteps behind you.

The sound of a man clearing his throat comes from behind you, making you jump and turn around.

“Well hello there. And who might you be?” says the priest with a smile.

Putting your hand over your fast beating heart, “Oh hi I’m so sorry Father. I saw the doors were open and I couldn’t help myself. I’ve always found comfort in the church.” You tell him as you introduce yourself.

“It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Father Joel. Unfortunately we are about to close for the day. You see we like to keep rather strange hours for those who seek out the lord when others are usually in bed. But we will open back up at 10 o’clock tonight if you would like to come back.” He says sweetly as he touches your arm. You can’t help but have this overwhelming feeling of calm. You feel safe and wanted? Your not sure if wanted is the right word but it’s the closest to what you feel. The two of you smile at each other as the priest lifts open his other arm as a guide for you to go back out the doors you entered. You cast your eyes down as you walk back out into the early morning fog. Before you go to step down you turn back around only to be greeted by closed doors.

Hmm that’s weird. You didn’t hear the doors shut. In fact you didn’t hear anything nor did you see the other people leave. Confused as to what just happened you continue on your way back home.

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It’s been six months since you first discovered the church. You try to go as often as you can finding comfort not only in the church but with Father Joel as well. It didn’t take long for him to catch on to what you did for a living. But he never made you feel bad for it. In fact he seemed to be proud of you. One night you were on stage at work and you swore you saw his face in the crowd. That same night you found an envelope in your locker stuffed with money. Five thousand dollars to be exact. But today you decided to take the night off and go spend time at the church. The real reason why you liked to spend so much time there was Father Joel. You couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He had these beautiful brown eyes, fluffy curls on top of his head, the sweetest smile he seemed to save just for you. Oh and his smell! He had this scent to him, a clean yet woodsy scent that never failed to travel from your nose directly to your cunt. Ever since you’ve met him, you’ve been having these dreams of Father Joel. In these dreams you usually run into him in random places, sometimes it’s your house other times it’s a trail in a park you find yourself walking on. But every time he always gives you this look, a rather creepy smile and his eyes change color making him look evil before he dips his head down and kisses your throat. Always leaving kisses on your throat, kissing up your neck, nibbling on your ear sending the most delicious chills up your spine. You always feel this mix of being scared of him and also needing him so bad you might explode if he doesn’t touch you. Most of the dreams are just that. Running into Father Joel, him kissing your throat and neck and then you wake up. However lately the dreams have gone further. He’s started kissing your lips, you swear it feels as though he is actually pushing his tongue into your mouth and he’ll undress you leaving you naked and vulnerable. All for him he’d say as his eyes scan your body much like a predator would size up its prey. In your dream last night it was the same thing except this time after Father Joel undressed you he pulled his cock out, turned you around and pushed his cock in in one thrust. It felt so real you almost forgot it was a dream. He thrusted only a few times before you woke up only to be laying on a wet spot. As you jumped up off the bed, you gave it a quick sniff to make sure you didn’t pee. And sure enough it wasn’t pee. You must have been so turned on from your dream that your juices leaked out of your panties and left a little spot on your sheets.

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It’s already 11 o’clock at night when you make your way to the church. Wearing your favorite black dress with cap sleeves that hang off the shoulder and the bottom hits a little above your knees, you already feel better as you come into view of your sanctuary. Walking right in you immediately run into Father Joel hitting him square in the chest.

“Woah there little one. Not so fast now” he chuckles as he helps you straighten yourself back up. His hands holding your biceps as he stills and just stares at you.

“Father Joel I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You say breathlessly with a chuckle. Your smile almost wiped clean off your face when you see the way he’s looking at you. His eyes. . .

Almost in a flash his eyes go back to their normal brown shade and he smiles at you again.

“You look beautiful tonight. Go on go find a seat in the front row. I’ll be in there soon.” Father Joel tells you. As if by magic you quickly walk to the front pew and sit down. You body moved automatically as if you had no say in your body at all.

Folding your hands in your lap, you look straight ahead at the alter of Mary. Her statue looks as if she’s looking down at you with a soft,caring look on her face. A look that’s almost as if she feels sorry for you.

Soon enough you feel Father Joel’s presence next to you. However you’re stuck. Frantically moving your eyes all around, You realize you can’t move your neck or your arms or any part of your body. Starting to feel scared, your stuck sitting down, facing forward with your hands in your lap. That’s when you feel Father Joel’s hand land on your thigh.

“You know sweetheart it’s not appropriate to wear pretty little dresses like this to church.” Comes his husky low voice whispering in your ear, “especially at night all alone.” His hand starts to slowly move up your thigh, pushing your dress up.

Gasping as if you’re just now able to catch your breath, you can feel your body and your able to move again. You barely move your head to the left when you felt his face on yours. His nose brushes your cheek and you can feel his warm breath on your face. His lips almost touching your cheek.

“You never know who or what you’ll run into sweetheart.” He says as he continues to push up your dress, his thumb rubbing your thigh. Soon your dress is pushed all the way up, exposing your black panties underneath.

“Oh sweetheart,” he says tsking, “you’re wet. Don’t you know lust is a sin baby?” Father Joel said in a very low, hushed tone. He took his finger and rubbed up your clothed slit making you notice the wet spot on your panties.

Sucking his teeth he makes a disappointing noise,

“F-fa-father Joel w-what are you doing? I- we we can’t do this! Y-you’re a priest.” You hurriedly whispered to him. In your head you wanted him to touch you, you wanted your dreams to come true but you also knew he took vows as a priest. There was no way he could ever have relations with you. Not in the way you wanted.

“Oh sweetheart don’t be so naive,” he says as he nips at your neck, “I never said I was a good man. I never said I was a man at all.”

Terrified at the last thing he just said, you turn to face him and that’s when you see his pupils have gone black and his lips pushed back, exposing fangs.

You gasp, eyes go wide as you take in the sight of a man you thought you knew.

“Now get on your knees and pray.” He demands.

Your body obeys his demands as you sink to your knees and you bend forward, resting on your forearms, clasping your hands together as your bow your head in prayer.

You happen to glance up at the statue of Mary and she’s crying tears of blood! The flames of the candles seem to be flickering even higher and you notice there’s no other noise, no music, no murmurs. You feel Father Joel kneel behind you, his big hands gripping your hips and bringing your ass to meet his crotch.

“Mm you’re such a good, obedient little one,” Joel croons as he grabs your hair and pulls you up so your back is touching his chest, “Don’t worry baby you’ll like this next part.” Smirking, he whispers in your ear before opening his mouth and biting down on your neck just below your ear.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, the searing pain you feel from the bite. Tears start to fall down your face, you’ve never felt a worse pain than this. The pain seems to get worse, you can feel him sucking the area he just bit. All too soon you feel your energy drain.

Licking his lips, “Mm you have the sweetest taste my little one. You’re mine now. Your blood is mine, your body is mine.” He says in a hushed tone as he begins to lick your wound, laying chaste kisses on and around it as he goes. As weak as you are, you can’t help but feel these licks and kisses, it’s almost as if they’re in high definition. In fact all your senses feel sharper, more defined. Joel brings his wrist up to his mouth slicing open his wrist on a fang.

“Open wide my little one, I need you to drink the body and blood of your savior.” Joel says as he lifts his bleeding wrist to your open mouth. You suddenly find yourself extremely thirsty, your throat burning. When he offers his wrist, you suck down every drop greedily.

“Mm ooohh yes just like that baby drink every drop.” He moans out loud. Hearing him moan as you drink from him turns you on. Makes you want to do more to cause him to make those sounds.

Your face is covered in blood just like Father Joel’s as he pulls his wrist from your mouth and shoves your head down, forcing you back into a bow.

"Give your body to me now, let your savior in little one." Joel grunts out as he let's go of the back of your head and reaches down to pull your panties down. They drop around your knees, your hands go to clasp in prayer again as you feel him pull his cock out and rub it up and down your soaked folds.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, my cunt craves your cock Father. Please fuck me. Use my body, it's yours." You confess to him. This man, this creature, whoever and whatever he is; you want him. Your very soul now craves him.

Grunting, Joel slowly dips the head of his cock in your entrance, just barely giving you the tip before he pulls back and dips back in, giving you a little at a time. After a few teases, he pulls out and thrusts his cock in in one swift motion, filling you like no one has ever filled you. He begins to pump his cock in and out, you can feel your walls stretching just to try and accommodate his length.

"Ooohhgg nnggg yes father!! Oh fuck me! Fuck my cunt father!" You moan loudly, without a care in the world, "My body is yours! All yours! Fuck your cunt Father!" You scream out as he continues to pound into you mercilessly.

Hearing you declare yourself to him has Joel ready to bust. He's been watching you this entire time. From the very first meeting that he orchestrated, he knew you'd be so sweet and everything he wants and needs. He first saw you walking into the club, you looked too young and innocent to be a dancer. He immediately tapped into your thoughts and was able to discover everything he needed to know. Like how you're new to the area and very much alone and how you struggle with your faith in God but find comfort in the church. That gave him the idea to set up a trap just for you. See Joel owned this house on the corner. It's one of many, and this particular one, he decided to decorate it like a church. One day, he just happened to walk by your apartment and saw your car parked out front. Good thing he happened to be there because your car was leaking fluids, and Joel just happened to have a knife on him and he cut your fluid lines. It took you a couple of days but eventually, you stumbled upon his church and now he has you right where he wants you.

Joel continues to pound into you over and over, spearing you on his cock. The head kisses your cervix, making you scream out in pleasure. You can’t help but fuck yourself back on his cock. Pushing back on him almost as hard as he’s pushing into you. You feel yourself getting so close, never having felt a cock fuck you so good you came from penetration alone. You just need a little bit of attention to your clit.

“Fuck that’s it baby just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Nngh ooh oh fuck”

You feel Father Joel’s thrusts start to stutter, after a few more thrusts you can feel his dick pulse inside you, coating your walls with his thick load. You let out a whine as you feel him pull out. You were so close to coming, if only you could’ve touched yourself a little bit you would’ve came but he finished before you got a chance.

Joel pulls out and holds your pussy lips open with his thumbs as he admires his cum slowly pushing out of your entrance.

Hearing your whine Joel grabs your hips and helps roll you on your back. Once your completely on your back, he opens your legs, pushing your knees back up in your chest,

“Oh you poor thing. You didn’t get to cum yet did you? You just let me use this pretty little cunt huh? Don’t worry sweetheart it’s my turn to worship your heavenly body at the alter I built just for you.” Joel says to your sore pussy. Looking down at Father Joel, watching him stare at your cunt has you whimpering as he lowers his face and licks a wide stripe up your slit. Holding your legs up and he keeps his hands on the backs of your thighs, you can’t help but gush even more as he begins to suck on your clit as though it’s the most delicious piece of hard candy he’s ever tasted. You feel your high begin to build again in no time.

Joel can’t help but moan into your pussy. The taste of you and him combined is the sweetest nectar he has had the pleasure of experiencing. He starts to swirl his tongue around your clit while simultaneously sucking on it making you squirm around. His grip on your thighs tightens as he continues to feast from your body.

“Ooh oh fuck right there! Right there! Oh fuck! Yessss!” You scream out loud as you hit the hardest orgasm you’ve ever received. You pussy gushes so hard you actually squirt, watching it hit Joel in the face. He has a look of intense hunger as he opens his mouth to collect every drop.

Joel’s mouth leaves your body as you continue to lay there with legs shaking. He slowly lifts up and looks at you with a devilish grin.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up my love. There’s a lot I have to teach you and show you now that you’re mine.” Joel says as he pulls your panties up. Finally starting to get your wits about you, you realize your covered in blood. So is he. Joel goes to stand to fix himself when he rips the white collar out,

“Don’t need this anymore” he chuckles as he throws it to the side. He reaches back down, placing an arm under your back and the other arm under your legs and picking you up like a baby, cradling you to his body.

Glancing around the empty church, “Father Joel what happened to the other people who were in here?” You ask.

“ Just Joel baby. You can call me Joel. And they were all an illusion my love. Merely a figment of your imagination. I had to make this church believable for you sweetheart. If I kept it empty you would’ve been suspicious. I couldn’t have that now could I?” He replies.

Despite all of the red flags that have been going off, you are perfectly content. Happy to be in his arms as he walks out the doors and down the steps to a car parked outside. Carefully opening the door, Joel sits you down in the passenger seat before shutting the door and walking around to the drivers side to get in.

Once inside the car, Joel starts up the engine and goes to grab your hand,

“Let’s go home my love” he says to you smiling. You smile back at him, ready to spend the rest of your days by his side.

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this! It literally came to me the other night while I was getting dicked down lol (: anyways yea. Thank you so so much for every like/reblog/comment! You guys are the best!♥️

#vampire priest Joel #joel miller #Joel Miller au #vampires #spooky fic #dark fic #dead dove 🕊️ #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #tlou fanfiction #joel tlou

[silverskye13]

I talked with my psychologist about RnS and told her about your fic. I told her it was a book. She just messaged me asking me for the name. I think I've made a grave mistake - Dove

I'm vibrating out of my skin why does your therapist want to read RnS?? Can she sense my mental illness from all the way over there???? Aaaahhhhh???????

I'm,,,, mostly joking I'm sure she's just really invested in something one of her patients is also invested in, and wants to use it as a point of connection or something.

I mean. You can. Tell your therapist it's a fanfiction. She's allowed to read it. I'm wildly curious why she would be interested. That's crazy.

#rns asks #anonymous #this is all positive by the way #im? delighted? concerned? thrilled? thrilled. im thrilled #good luck and godspeed dove 🕊️

[wordycheeseblob]

Look at those mafiosi

#mutuals mugshot group <3 /j #aubbie 🌻 #dove 🕊️ #henky 🍸 #vivi 🌟 #vio 💫 #lorei 🌼 #arsonino 🧨 #spoopy 🐡 #Saki 🌊 #drew 🎨

[ailius-suffers-through-art]

more memo pad doodles

#finally finished last specter and am now on to miracle mask #with every game i get to test how the memo feature has improved #the prequels are heaven for memo artists ngl #i adore the limited color palettes #still a bit sad that they removed the thin line feature from last specter though #LET ME HAVE MY THIN LINEART DANG YOU #professor layton #professor layton and the miracle mask #clive dove #crow #flora reinhold #luke triton #clive albatross #original art #Professor Layton: Clive And The Mechanical Songbird 🕊️ #if you're wondering what that last tag is #*mickey mouse voice* its a surprise tool that will help us later

[sigmoon]

༘ ೀ⋆ Lupus In Fabula 「 Teaser 」

I’m working on a dark content series with Nikolai, which I will most likely post on my Ao3 when it’s ready; I have a feeling that tumblr might not be the right platform for this story. Below is a little sneak peek for you.

It was about time you’d get a new number. Each time your phone buzzed or rang, you felt sick with an eerie mix of contempt, fear, and heartache. You knew all those missed calls and unanswered text messages should be left ignored, but despite the hurt and the feeling of violation that was still stuck inside every fiber of your body, the yearning for what had been remained intense, no matter how many days passed with you tied to the safety of your bed, hidden underneath your duvet, as if things might go back to normal one day, if only you avoided reality for long enough. You felt unable to make a sound whenever you felt the weight of one of your parents sitting down on the edge of your bed, asking whether you were hungry or wanted to go outside for a few minutes to get some fresh air.

Their tone was too gentle and kind in your opinion. After betraying their trust, lying, stealing, taking all they’d done for you and spitting on it, driven so far to be willing to leave it all behind for a demon that would’ve soon devoured you entirely, leaving only the empty shell of your body behind, you felt undeserving of the care and understanding they offered you.

You could imagine the guilt that weighed down on the shoulders of your parents, threatening to crush them. How could they be angry with you when they were faced with the realization that you’d almost slipped through their fingers entirely, dragged away into the depths of hell by said demon? It upset you that there were no punishments, no screaming, nobody blaming you when all you longed for was a way to atone for what you’d done. Beneath your blanket, where all sounds were muffled and incoherent, their tender, pleading voices were drowned out by the deafening buzzing and ringing of your phone, taunting and mocking you for your naivety.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x reader #bungo stray dogs nikolai #bsd nikolai #bsd x reader #nikolai gogol smut #nikolai smut #🕊️ #dark content #dead dove do not eat #bsd smut #fics 📖 #tea time #bsd imagines #nikolai imagines

[inkybloom-luv]

Words Unsaid 6, Soft

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Haiiiii so as a special little reward for one of my moots for doing work and being productive I decided to hammer out part 6 subssubs enjoy! <3

(you're doing amazing Kren go you!!)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 7

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With the ring of his Alarm Jamil came to, he tried to ignore the alarm for a moment, slightly clinging to the comfortable, soft and warm weight on his chest. Though he did crack his eyes open at that, turning off his alarm with one of his hands. He raised his head a little to look at his chest, where Inky still laid, still slightly asleep, lightly clutching a fistful of his shirt in one hand and holding him close with the other. She was slightly snoring too, how cute. At least she wasn't wearing her glasses, that'd be uncomfortable. She must've taken those off yesterday when Jamil wasn't looking, or something.

Either way, the way the sun was peeking through his windows, through his curtains, the way the light hit her? She looked beyond gorgeous despite her slightly messy curly hair, despite the clothing that didn't quite fit her. It took his breath away for a moment. She laid so still he could count the freckles on her face, so lovely. And she was so soft. Jamil's hand traced along her back, reaching a patch of warm soft skin where the shirt Kalim had lent her lifted up over night. His heartbeat quickened. Did she feel like this when she looked at him? Because she looked like a dream right now.

Jamil just stared at her for a while, he knew he should wake up, that he had to start on breakfast or whatever duties else he had, but he couldn't bring himself to.

Eventually, but not too long after he had thought about having to read away but being absolutely incapable, she stirred. Inky grumbled, using Jamil's chest to hide from the sun that had woken her with its light. It was too cute, Jamil couldn't help but smile to himself for a moment, lifting his hand to stroke her hair. Now that made her let out a pleased sound. Maybe she wasn't quite aware yet but that was good, it meant Jamil could keep staring a little. Even though it was only a little, it still felt nice. He'd hurry with breakfast in a bit, but for now he got to watch Inky wake up. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking away her sleep and trying her best to look Jamil in the eyes with the light being just slightly too bright still. She smiled too, couldn't help it, a happy smile, a smile of a lovestruck idiot perhaps too, but Jamil didn't know that was what the latter looked like, what he did know is that he liked it, he liked it a lot when she looked at him like that. Onto his eyes when she was clearly at their most vulnerable.. how sweet, how wonderful.

After a few minutes Inky did actually move to get up, stretching her upper body as Jamil sat up and did the same, though he moved to get off his bed. Alani searched around for her glasses, they'd landed on the other side of the bed overnight but at least they were fine. She put them on when Jamil had approached her with some clothing spares he had. A fresh pair of sweatpants, courtesy of himself this time, and a spare basketball jersey.

"You can change into these.. they should fit you well and I don't mind if the jersey gets sweaty, grim mentioned you aren't as heat resilient last.. last time you were.. here" Jamil said, pressing his lips into a line and reminding himself that he'd done something terrible the last time. But before he could think himself into more of a pessimistic view Inky took the clothing from his hands with a sweet smile, to ease his nerves. It worked a bit, until Jamil spoke up again.

"I'm.. sorry. Truly sorry. I did terrible things to you and I even tried to kill you. I hurt you. I hurt you so badly you still wear a bandage. Let me make it up to you, please..?" He somewhat ranted on, he couldn't even look at her for a moment until she tugged at his shirt, for him to see that she was looking at him, right into his eyes. Wasn't she scared at all? Most everyone else certainly was.

"Jamil.. it's okay. You may have hurt me.. but I'm not scared of you. I could never be. I've been wanting to visit you for weeks, but I couldn't because I was preoccupied. Now that I am here, I will stay." Inky said, surprising herself with how steady her voice was. "Thank you by the way.. for the clothing and especially last night.. sorry you had to see that, I never really wanted you to, it's kinda pathetic"

Jamil blinked at her for a moment. She thought that? Really?

"Of course I helped you last night.. it was the least I could do, besides, you looked more than distraught." He said, taking a breath before uttering his next few words. "After you changed.. would you like to.. join me in the kitchen to make breakfast? I remember you being a good cook"

Inky would love to do that, she nodded and told him so. She changed in the bathroom adjacent to Jamil's room, he had the luxury of having a room with one of those as the vice housewarden, and Jamil changed in his room, waiting for her to finish. She knocked on the bathroom door just to make sure Jamil was dressed before entering, now wearing his sweatpants and *his* jersey. Jamil stared for a second. Her hair was so poofy and the jersey looked good on her too. She was smiling at him, was she blushing? He could swear she was.

They moved to the kitchen but even then Jamil couldn't help but sneak glanced over as they prepared breakfast. Inky had been helping him cut and prepare some requested dishes that he had the recipe for all while he freestyled a little. This domestic moment felt nice, calming, healing, good. And Inky looked so happy to be around him in a calm, appreciating, loving way. Good god. By the sevens. Jamil couldn't also be falling could he? No way. Sure this had likely been brewing unnoticed for a while but absolutely not, he couldn't be, could he?

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@krenenbaker

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#inky's works #moots!! <3 #dove! 🕊️ #disney twst #jamil viper #jamil x oc #oc x canon #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil fluff #jamil x mc #jamil viper fluff #jamil viper x mc #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst angst #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland angst #Kren! 🌾 #this is for you kren #a little treat #you mire than deserve it #great work today!! #→yuu sona things

[hisui-dreamer]

Why are the rp blogs lightheartedly harassing you *crying from laughter*

i honestly don't know??? azul started, then riddle and jamil followed???😭

#its funny ill give them that #still i was like ????? heLLO???? #✧dove🕊️✦ #✧asks✦

[dilfprayers]

are you really okay in the head?

real dad ! leon kennedy x afab ! reader this totally isnt more icky!dad leon stuff (it is) - incest warning

you did this.. with your dad? like you know.. YOUR dad. think about it. the one who raised you since you were a kid?? holy fuck what's your problem?

you knew you were fucked up the day you purposely left your door creaked open one night after seeing his texts in the family group chat of him being stressed. work was fucking hell as usual.

once he's home, he's already pissed off his wife didn't leave dinner before going to work her nightshift. groaning, he walks down the hall to see you laying on the bed in your bedroom, back facing him while you are doing your college work on the laptop. thing is, your legs are spread out, your pussy directly seen under that pretty nightgown, of course he's gonna want to come into your room. n' come into something else too.

he'll quietly sneak in, come into your room - you'll act surprised

"daddy? you're home!-"

"oh- what are you doing-?"

"hey...hey- stop!!"

but its what you want right? you thought of this moment and now its really happening. he has you on your knees with your mouth full of his cock. slobber all over the place..

"come on.. you're a good girl.. you love making daddy happy.. right?"

his cock pushed deeper down your throat as you gag, tears streaming from your cheeks. it burned so bad, you don't even know how you didn't throw up or something yet. luckily you didn't..

"that's why you presented yourself the way you did, yeah? dirty fucking whore..i should've known the day you started wearing skirts.. y'never wear skirts.."

his words hurt too. it was striking you through the heart but you know its true. you're terrible. a terrible fucking person.

but yet, you are still there, bobbing your head, tears streaming down your cheeks and soon enough his cum is pouring down your throat for you to swallow. but you cant take it.. you abruptly pull back, coughing up a storm as some of his cum spills from your mouth and you are hunched over on the floor, tears, saliva and his cum spilling to the floor.

"..."

he tuts quietly, yanking you up by your hair and tosses you right onto the bed while he leans on the bed with his knee, glaring directly at you.

"tonight's gonna be a long fucking night."

#dad!leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy smut #dead dove fic #🕊️ — drabs

[xdaddysprincessxx]

The Cabin in the Woods

Dave York x f!reader

Dark fic/dead dove, kidnapping, Dave is mean, dub/noncon, piv (wrap your Willy kids!) light dick sucking, dick biting, no description of reader other than having a vagina and grabbable hair, cream pie, scary dark basements, uhh probs some other things I’m forgetting but bottom line: this is dark. Dave is not a nice guy. Enjoy!

Summary: it’s been a few days since your world was turned upside down. Running on pure adrenaline, you plan on getting loose and running as far away as you can but can you outrun your kidnapper? Do you even want too?

A/n : yeaaa this is my first fic(?) idk I wrote this on my phone, purely horny brain rot for my suburban murder daddy. Not edited or beta’d. The more I look at this the more I hate it and feel like it doesn’t read well but in the words of the loml @toxicanonymity fuck it we ball

Your daily life has always been mundane. Predictable. Comfortable. You work, go home to a studio apartment just a few blocks from your office, every other day you order takeout, you try to workout and go out on the weekend but your couch and netflix stay calling your name. It’s the middle of September where it’s chilly in the morning but by the afternoon your sweating bullets so you decided to try and look cute by wearing your favorite black tshirt dress. Work is the same as always except you’ve recently been working on a new case, a murder/suicide. There’s something weird about this case though. A husband shoots his wife at the kitchen table before turning the gun on himself. No apparent marital problems beforehand, no affairs, no real motive behind why he would do it. And then there’s the blood splatter. It just doesn’t add up. There’s something strange about this case you just can’t place your finger on it.

It’s already half past 7 at night, you got lost in your work yet again and lost track of time. The office is empty and mostly dark. You can’t help but get the creeps as you leave your office and start walking towards the elevator. Not even half way down the hallway when you swear you hear a loud thud making you jump out of your skin as you turn around trying to figure out where the noise came from. With your heart in your throat, you pick up speed, walking towards the elevator. Just as your rounding the corner you run straight into a solid chest belonging to a very handsome man you’ve never seen before.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” You stammer out as the handsome man just chuckles

“You outta be more careful sweetheart. Not good for your health to run into bad men.” the man said with a smirk

That’s a weird statement. Not good for my health? Bad men?? Your mind starts running wild as the handsome man snakes his arm around your back and before you can even react his other hand is coming up to your face, pressing a soaked cloth to your nose and mouth

“ Sorry sweetheart, it’s nothing personal.” is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

You’ve always had weird dreams all your life. Even had some dreams that later came to fruition in real life. But this has to be the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. You dream of these beautiful brown eyes. Of a rough, deep voice. You can feel his hot breath on your neck while he whispers in your ear.

“ I need you to be a good girl for me sweetheart. This is for your own good.” As much as his voice alone has you turned on, you can’t help but have this nagging gut feeling that something is deeply wrong. You’re scared but can’t remember why. Suddenly everything around you melts away and your in a room you’ve never seen before. Blood red walls, a beautiful matte black four poster bed in the middle of the room. However you notice there’s no windows. That’s when you feel a hand on the back of your neck, guiding you towards the bed.

“Now I need you to do what I say sweetheart. It’s for your own good. Don’t fight me or try to run or else you won’t like the consequences.” the brown eyed man said in a low, rough voice. As soon as he said that, you suddenly find yourself at the bed. With his hand still on the back of your neck, guiding you, you climb up on the bed on all fours when he removes his hand. You don’t know why you feel the need to lay on your back with your hands above your head but that’s exactly what you do. That’s when you finally see the man standing above you as he tied your wrists together to the bed post. Just as he finishes tying you up, everything starts melting away into pitch black darkness.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the light. It’s not super bright but bright enough when it feels like you’ve been stuck in a coma for a month. Your definitely in a bedroom, very simple. Just a regular full sized bed in the middle of the room. A small dresser to the right of it and a chair in the far right corner facing the bed and a man sitting in it. That’s when you realize your laying on your back with your hands above your head and that your wrists are tied together to a bed post above your head. Holy fuck do your shoulders hurt.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty. Or I guess good evening.” Dave says as he chuckles at his little joke.

The man! The mystery man you ran into before falling into this deep sleep. Wait no it wasn’t sleep. It’s all coming back to you now. He put a wet cloth over your nose and mouth. He used chloroform on you!

“Now that your awake, I’m going to need you to cooperate. This is for your own good sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you but you are playing a very dangerous game.”

“What? I don’t know what your talking about. I’m not playing anything! I swear! You must have me mistaken for someone else! Please! Let me go, I swear I won’t tell anyone about this just let me live please!” You try to beg as you find your voice again after being asleep for god knows how long.

“Aht see that’s where your wrong. You were working on the Bernstein case correct?”

Confused, you nod your head as best you can. What does work have to do with this?

“See here’s the thing sweetheart, my team and I, we’re bad men. We do bad things for money. And you, princess, were dangerously close to solving the mystery which would be very bad for my men and I.”

You lay there with a confused look on your face as the puzzle pieces begin to fit in your brain and suddenly you’re able to put 2 and 2 together. You knew there was something off about the case but you had no idea he had any involvement or who he even was.

“ I - I’ll stop working on the case! I’ll tamper with the evidence, throw them off your track! Please! I’m sorry! I won’t tell! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I really do enjoy hearing you beg sweetheart.” Dave shakes his head and chuckles darkly. “But begging isn’t good enough. Not when it comes to this.”

As your mind starts racing a mile a minute, you subconsciously start to press your thighs together for a little crumb of friction. The dream you had about this mystery man had you turned on and now that your awake, seeing his face and hearing his voice more isn’t helping your little predicament. While your lost in your head you don’t realize he’s been watching you like a hawk and has noticed every little movement you’ve made.

The man moves closer to the bed your on when you snap out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about pretty girl?” he asked as he sits down next to your body. You look up at him with wide eyes

“ I - uh nothing.” You manage to stammer out, knowing damn well he can see right through you. “ uh huh. Is that right? So you rubbing your thighs, squirming like that, that’s nothing?”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. It’s like he can read your mind! You’ve literally been kidnapped and tied up but yet instead of trying to get out your brain is stuck on dick. Your own pussy has betrayed you! You can’t help but notice this dark look come over his face. A hungry look in his eyes. And you can’t help but press your thighs together even more, causing your squirming to increase.

The mystery man lays a massive hand on top of your thigh making you hyper aware of the fact your in a dress. He starts rubbing his hand up and down your thigh, sending chills down your spine. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve last been laid. And the first man to touch you in so long just happens to be your kidnapper?? The universe is playing a cruel joke on you.

Your breath hitches as his hand makes it’s way up your thigh. You can’t help but notice how large and veiny his hand is. How warm . .

He breathlessly says your name. “Look at you. You’re a filthy little thing. I’m a bad, bad man who could do anything he wants while your completely helpless. And all you can think about is how bad you want me right here.” The mystery man says right as his hand stops at the apex between your thighs.

Dave tsks, “Now what am I going to find when I lift this pretty little dress up? Huh? Soaked panties? A wet little cunt who wants to be used?” He says in the most condescending voice as he slowly lifts your dress up.

Embarrassed at the fact that he’s right. Your panties are soaked. You can clearly see the wet spot on your white cotton panties you had on. “ I- I uh I don’t d-don’t k-know-ow” you barely even stammer out, words completely lost to you.

“You y-you d-don’t know-ow?” He mimics your stuttering words, “oh princess I think you do know. I think you know just how bad you want me to touch you right now. How bad you want me to use my fingers, my cock to make this wet little cunt feel good. I thought you were gonna be my good girl? Good girls are honest and beg the bad men to fuck their cunts.”

You swear you damn near cum just from his words alone. “ I- I uh I . . “ you still can’t even get words out. As you try your hardest to find words, the mystery man oh so slowly takes his forefinger and runs it up and down your clothed pussy. Making you throb even more just from the light touch.

“ I- I want you to fuck me. Please.” You say as you look down, unable to look this man in the eye. You can’t believe you even said that. You don’t know who this man is, don’t know his name, you’re still tied up to a bed somewhere you don’t even know. What is wrong with you?

“There’s my good girl.” He practically croons as he starts to slowly pull your panties down.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Now listen to me and listen carefully. The better you are for me and do what I say, the better all of this is going to be for you.”

“ Yes sir.” You said. On the inside, however, you’re speechless. What is even happening right now? Who gets off on being kidnapped and wants to fuck their captor?? Nothing in life has ever prepared you for this or even made you think a situation like this would ever even occur.

The mystery man’s hand leaves your face and goes to his belt and begins unbuckling his pants. All you can do is sit there, arms above your head, neck at a weird half up position and stare as he pulls his thick cock out. Your eyes widen as you see what exactly he had hidden in his pants. That is easily the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It’s a good 7 inches if not more. Girthy as hell, a huge prominent vein. The head is a tanned pink and slows changes to a darker tan shade down the shaft. You can barely make out dark curls around the base but for the most part you can tell this man keeps it nice and trimmed down there. You had no idea he was gonna pull out a damn horse cock. And why is it making your mouth water?

The mystery man spits in his hand as he goes to stroke himself while his other hand goes back up to your pussy and slowly starts to circle your clit. Everything about this is so wrong but he feels so good.

Unable to stop yourself, you moan out loud, “Please” you croak out. Not sure what your asking for, just knowing you want more.

All he does is chuckle at your request. But nonetheless his forefinger makes it way down to your opening and dips inside. Just barely entering your wet heat and it has you on the verge of tears. After a couple of teases, Dave inserts his middle and ring finger into your pussy.

Oh the relief! Your whole body heats up from how good his fingers feel moving in and out of you. Maybe there is a god. Maybe this big, bad man is merciful.

After thrusting his fingers inside your sweet little heaven, Dave moves his hand away from your pussy and goes to stand up next to the bed, causing his dick to be right in your face.

“ You want a taste pretty girl? Go ahead stick your tongue out baby”

You do what he says quickly. It’s almost comical how fast you stuck your tongue and boy did he notice. Your starting to believe nothing gets by him. Except one thing. Your restraints. They’re tight but not tight enough. All you had to do was wiggle them just so and you’ve managed to loosen them up even more.

Dave takes his cock in hand and sits the head on your tongue. He gives it a little thrust while you do your best to swirl your tongue around the tip. Dropping your jaw wide open, he takes that as you want more and thrusts his cock half way in. The sudden intrusion caused you to gag around his cock, sending spit and drool down your chin.

He keeps thrusting into your mouth despite your gagging. It seems to only be turning him on even more seeing your teary eyes look up at him.

“Fuck princess. Your sweet little mouth feels like heaven.” Dave moans out as his eyes roll back.

That’s when you decide to take control of the situation. With your hands loose, you yank down, freeing yourself and bite down hard. A metallic taste floods into your mouth and you know you’ve drawn blood.

Dave’s enjoyment is cut abruptly when you bite his dick. He falls backward trying to get his dick out of your mouth and slips on his pants. You jump up off the bed and manage to get past him while he’s on the floor cussing, trying to nurse his injured cock.

You bolt out the bedroom door to reveal an open floor space. You quickly realize your now in the living room and make a dash towards what you think is the front door. After a few seconds of desperately trying to unlock it, you finally get it and bust out the front door onto the porch and down the stairs. From the looks of it, you’d say it’s probably about 6 or 7 o’clock in the evening. The suns going down, you might have another hour of light left. But you don’t care. You run full speed into the woods in front of you. All you know is the mystery man took you, brought you to a cabin in the middle of the woods, night is approaching and you’ve just escaped his clutches.

After running what felt like hours in no particular direction, you start to feel yourself tripping over sticks and leaves. You immediately start to fall to the side when you crash into a tree shoulder first. As you steady yourself and try your best to take deep breaths while also catching your breath is when you hear him.

“Sweetheart come on out. You and I both know you don’t know where you are but I do. I know these woods like the back of my hand.” he shouted out. The mystery man sounds close. You start to move as fast as you can without making a sound, practically holding your breath so you don’t get caught. You’ve managed a fast half walk half run from tree to tree, frantically moving your head all around to make sure you don’t see him coming towards you. As your hiding behind a rather large tree you decide to take a quick second and look from behind it to see if you can see him or not. When suddenly you hear a twig snap right behind you and that’s when you feel a large hand yank you by your hair, pulling you backwards into the mystery man himself.

Wrapping his other arm around you tight, with a death grip on your hair, he leans down by your ear and whispers “Gotcha.”

“You little fucking bitch. You bit my dick. I was being nice and showing you some mercy because you were being such a little slut and you bit. My. Dick. Now your gonna see the monster that I really am.” Dave growled in your ear.

With that he keeps a tight hold you as he shoves you down on the ground, belly first. His body following yours, Dave puts his full weight on top of you. With his hand still grabbing your hair, he pushes your face into the dirt and manages to lift your dress with his other hand.

“If you try anything else I swear to god I’ll make this even worse for you.” He spat on the side of your face as he pulls himself out of his pants. He quickly spits into his hand, lubing his cock up and thrusts into your still wet pussy. Fucking hell his cock splits you open. You have no time to get used to his cock inside of you before he’s thrusting like a mad man. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. Thank god for his ministrations from earlier because there is no way in hell you could’ve taken all of him without it.

“Such a fucking dirty little slut. I can feel this cunt squeeze my cock sweetheart. Don’t try and lie to me. You fucking love this.” Dave growls at you while his massive cock pounds your poor pussy. And he’s right. You do love this. The way his cock is splitting you open. The delicious way he’s forcing your pussy to take every inch. Even his body weight on top of you is making you gush around him. Both of you grunting, you from trying to get away and him from pounding the life out of your pussy.

“Ngh that’s right take this fucking cock slut. Take every fucking inch. Hnnn fuck yes. Fuck. Look at you, already cockdumb. Can’t fucking say a word, just taking it like the filthy little whore you are.” Dave grunts out as he continues to mercilessly fuck your pussy.

His words alone have you creaming. You can’t help but moan. No point in trying to hide it. You know he can feel it. You’re so wet and creamy now from his unrelenting cock. You’re so close, if only he would just touch your clit or you could move your leg just right and get a little friction where you desperately need it. You swear you feel him speed up and after a few more thrusts, you feel him pulse deep inside you.

“Fuck sweetheart. That’s it. Take my fucking load deep in that sweet pussy.” he says panting in your ear. After a few more seconds of him panting in your face, he sits up on his knees, still pinning you to the ground. He puts himself up, stands and yanks you by your hair once again to make you get up.

As he turns you to face him, you realize what a mess he made of you. Tear streaked face, dirt and leaves stuck all over your body and in your hair. Cum trickling down your thighs. The bastard looks you up and down and just smirks.

The walk back to the cabin was quiet. You knew you were fucked. Literally. As soon as the two of you re entered the cabin, he took a left turn instead of going towards the back where the bedroom was. Soon you approached a door with a chain lock. You knew deep in your soul you weren’t making it out of here alive. After unlocking the door, he opened it to reveal a set of stairs going down to what you assumed must be the basement.

Dave tightens his grip on your hair as he guides you down the stairs in front of him. Once you both reach the bottom, he turns you to the right and all you can see is a damp, dark basement. Two little basement windows are the only light source to help you see where you are. Cement walls, some boxes stacked on the far right wall, what looks to be a washer and dryer just a few steps in front of you. He flicks a light switch on, flooding the room with light, causing you to blink real hard because of the sudden harsh light blinding you. Dave continues to be silent as he walks you over to the other side of the boxes to reveal a set of cuffs attached to chains stuck in the cement wall. He lets go of your hair only to shove you down on the ground and put a cuff on each ankle. Wordlessly he chains you up and turns back around to go back upstairs.

“Wait!! Wait! Please don’t leave me down here! I’ll be good I promise!! I’m sorry for earlier! I won’t do it again! Please!!” You begged. You pleaded to him to not leave you only for him to stop and turn to look at you

“It’s too late for that sweetheart. Begging will get you nothing. Your lucky I’m putting you down here when I should take you out back and put a bullet between your pretty eyes.” And with that he turns the light back off and stomps up the stairs, leaving you all the alone.

- I hope y’all enjoy this! My first fic ever! So I’m super nervous lol I do hope it’s good and reads well, the perfectionist in me is saying it’s horrible and delete, delete, delete but I’m not. Im posting it lol but yea if y’all like it I could definitely do a part 2(:

Tagging a few of ya that encouraged me to write this and a few I think would enjoy(:

@toxicanonymity @lumoverheaven @bonezone44 @neverwheremoonchild @wannab-urs @multiversed-daydreamer

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[byakuyasdarling]

I have put a lot of hours over the last few days into these as a kind of self-care practice. It’s been very relaxing to use a way simpler and softer style and experiment with some texture brushes <3

I really enjoyed writing up the text and creating the individual pages. Making this really helped me emotionally ♥️

[All REBLOGS are appreciated and encouraged! —🌟]

#oc x canon #self ship art #self care #self ship #self insert #fictional other #romantic f/o #danganronpa oc #danganronpa self insert #selfship art #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #f/o community #positivity #Freya’s Finest | ♦️ #art with freya | ♠️ #ship tag: book lovers ♡ #andreagami #little dove 🕊️

[etherealkins]

mad scientist moodboard with themes of green, vials of liquid, stars, coding, and experimentation!!!!!!

requested by: anon | made by: aziraphale

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