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cheolhub · 1 year

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PLS DO DOM YEONJUN WITH NOONA READER I BEG U 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

SLXT! — CHOI YEONJUN ࿐

summary. jealousy makes you say some things you don’t really mean. good thing yeonjun is kind enough to teach you a lesson or two.

wc. 1.4k

warnings. MEAN DOM!YEONJUN, sub f!reader, heavy degradation, use of the word slut, face and throat fucking, light praise, throat pie (?), teasing cuz it’s yj, jealousy & possessiveness (v brief), light dumbification (?), yeonjun is sooo condescending :( — MINORS DNI 18+

note. heyyy, i didn’t proofread this at all and the ending kinda sucks, but ty for requesting this <333 i don’t write honorifics in any of my works, but i still hope u enjoy this :) it’s all over the place lol. p.s. if i miss anything in the warnings lmk!

yeonjun can be so mean when he wants to. :( don’t get him wrong, he loves you and is borderline obsessed with you– which is exactly the reason why you shouldn’t be talking back to him. or calling him names. or threatening to fuck his friends just because you’re jealous.

now he has no other choice but to use you as his own personal fleshlight for the night.

“so much to say now, huh?” yeonjun grunts as his hands push your face into his pelvis. you gag over his cock that is now lodged in your throat. “c’mon, lemme hear it, baby. what is it you called me again?” he pretends to think, humming in a near condescending manner. “an asshole? a piece of shit?”

his grip in your hair tightens, pulling you off him. you’re gasping, coughing, spluttering over your saliva– which also seems to be dripping and bubbling around your mouth and chin. he smirks at the sight of you, biting back a mean laugh.

“why don’t you tell me the last thing you called me, sweetheart.” he coos, a soft hand cupping your mascara streaked cheek. his voice and ginger actions nearly deceive you, but as soon as you lean into his hand, he taps your cheek twice with a laugh, reminding you that he is anything but your sweet, loving boyfriend right now. “i said, tell me what you fuckin’ said, baby, or did sucking me off make you stupid again?”

you whine at his words, squeezing your thighs together as the dull ache in your cunt becomes unignorable. “called you a slut…”

“that’s right. and why did my pretty baby call me that?” he feigns innocence by showing you his infamous mock-pout.

you frown remembering, “‘cuz…”

“‘cuz what?”

“‘cuz… i thought you were flirting with the bartender.” you mumble, eyes averting from his.

yeonjun hums, “and instead of talking to me you went off and tried to get beomgyu’s dick wet–”

you object, eyebrows furrowing in anger at the accusation, “i didn’t!”

the hand tangled in your hair pulls harshly. he bends to where his face hovers right over yours. “don’t fucking lie to me. you and i both know there’s only one person here dumb enough to believe that lie ‘n you know it’s not me.” he spits.

you barely remember it, honestly. the entire encounter prior to the moment you were in now was a blur. you were tipsy after two shots, and maybe you made it up, but after leaving the bathroom and seeing yeonjun laughing at the young, beautiful, giggly bartender, you may have… jumped to conclusions.

you weren’t sure what to do, blood boiling at the way she looked at him as if he were the most fuckable man on earth. you (poorly) decided to spend the night with beomgyu and soobin instead. flirting, laughing, leaning into beomgyu with the most innocent smile and calling him all types of pretty names.

yeonjun, if it weren’t already blatantly obvious, was angry. why had you given all of your attention to his best friend and not him? he knew something changed in your demeanor once you’d come back from the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure what.

“babe, what’s wrong with you?” he’d asked, pulling you outside the bar even though you’d told him you didn’t want to. “you’re acting weird.”

“and you’re an asshole!” you emphasized, poking him in the chest with your index finger. you know you’d never act like this if you had been closer to the right state of mind.

“what?” he asked, confusion filling his face. “how am i an asshole?”

“you’re such a piece of shit, i can’t believe you! you’re always flirting with other girls like a fucking slut,” you snapped, a deep scowl and red hot eyes over taking your features.

“me? i’m the one who was flirting?” he scoffed. “sweetheart, need i remind you that you were two seconds from sucking beomgyu’s dick if i hadn’t stepped in.”

you laugh sarcastically, eyes rolling, “well, maybe i should go in there and do it!”

you don’t think you’d ever seen him so mad in your entire time of knowing one another. his hand gripped your smaller bicep and pulled you to the car, muttering “we’re going home,” under his breath. you immediately sobered up in said car, bringing up why you were so jealous and going as far as apologizing, but he told you to “save it.”

that’s how you ended up on your bruised knees on the hardwood with yeonjun fucking your face with his stupidly nice cock.

“i-i-i was jus’ mad, junnie, ‘m sorry.” you try to excuse, but he just chuckles.

“awww, you’re sorry? my stupid girl is sorry now?” he coos once more. “you call me a slut and then act like one with my best friend and now you’re sorry?” with every word, his tone grows harsher and so does the grip in your hair.

you nod dumbly, his words making you shift slightly for the tiniest bit of friction. “please forgive me…” you plead softly, tears filling your eyes.

“make me cum and i’ll think about it,” he hisses, standing to his full height and guiding himself back into your warm, wet mouth. he doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he’s shoving his cock down your constricting throat.

he can’t even help but groan, because, fuck, is your mouth a godsend. looking down makes him even more vocal, seeing your eyes screwed shut as messy tears escape you and your swollen lips wrapped around his girth– you’re fucking gorgeous like this.

yeonjun knows he’ll have to forgive you because he’s already so close with his hard cock twitching inside your throat. the fact that you’re taking him so well despite your inability to breathe properly is also sending him.

your blunt nails dig into his thighs as you continuously gag and moan around him. your pussy is beyond soaked at this point and the pain from being untouched is unbearable. you’re so aroused by his dominance and roughness that you’re compelled to get yourself off on his shoe.

you decide against it, though, in attempts to salvage any dignity you have left. you go for rubbing your thighs together as roughly as possible instead, broken, high-pitched whines erupting in your throat and vibrating yeonjun’s length.

“look at my little slut,” he pants, a smile adorning his face. “trying to get off while she sucks my cock. that’s cute, baby, really.”

you sob, digging your nails deeper, sure to leave a mark in his delicious thick thighs. you manage to get your eyes open to see the beautiful sight of him before you. his hair sticking to his forehead, his mouth hanging open as he lets out his pretty moans, and his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

you choke on his cock again, yet he has no mercy, fucking your face through everything. you gag and moan and make the lewdest sounds and it brings him all the more closer to his highly anticipated release.

the icing on the cake for him is one of your hands leaving his thigh to hide in between your legs. you’re so desprate you can’t even wait and he finds it so fucking hot.

“fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum…” he moans, actions becoming even rougher. when you whine, he chuckles breathily. “yeah, you want that? want me to cum in this tight lil throat?”

you attempt to nod your head, but it proves to be challenging, so you just eagerly gargle out, “mhm!”

your affirmation vibrates his entire body once more and he can’t seem to hold back.“fuck,” he mumbles, growing closer and closer– endless swears slipping from his mouth. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he nearly cries, pushing in and out of your throat, one, two, three times before he stills with a whine. his cum fills your throat and you do your best to swallow without choking, but your body betrays you. as soon as he pulls you off, you cough up his cum, letting it spill out of your mouth and dress your already-messy chin and neck.

you’re panting for breath and your throat is sore, but he smiles. “did so well for me, pretty…”

your voice is hoarse and meek when it comes out, “am i forgiven?”

“‘course i forgive you. you’re all mine and i’m all yours, pretty girl, don’t forget that.”

#yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun oneshot #txt smut #pls if this flops i didnt write it

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diacripticcomplex · 6 months

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Kou x yui 🫶🏻

Kou’s POV:

Man! I was so fucking tired, its been a really long day but in a good way, I got a lot of work done and still managed to go to school, witnessed my fan girls beat up and bully Maso-kitty, it was such a great day. I’m kind of hungry, I don’t think Ruki made anything tonight, ugh this sucks. I pass by the kitchen, and peer inside. She was in there making something that smells absolutely delightful, no better than Ruki though of course~!

“Hey Maso-Kitty, watchu making?” I ask her, literally going right behind her and hugging her, pressing myself as close as possible to her. “Ah Kou, you startled me…I’m making some pasta..” she says, she looked really focused on this. I noticed it smelled like Vongole sauce. “Are you making vongole Bianco ?” I asked her, she nods, this is honestly great! “That’s literally my favorite type of pasta dish, make me some too” I demand from her. “Oh..I’m almost done though..and I only made a portion for myself..” she reveals. My whole entire mood just drops. “So what? Its not like you bought any of these ingredients..stop being a stingy bitch and make me some.” I bluntly tell her, her eyebrows are frowning, she’s doing her usual sad face, that look annoys me more than anything. “I’ll make it for you after I eat..is that okay?” She says to me, but like I know that she wants to just eat it and let me starve. I begin to laugh “yes you can do that, but hurry up and eat im STARVING…you know what Maso-Kitty maybe I should help you out a little?” I tell her, my eyes gleaming at her, she begins to back away from me, with her plate. I corner her in the middle of the kitchen counter.

I snatch her plate and take a handful of the hot pasta and shove it deep into her mouth, she begins to choke on it. Hmm I like how she gagged on it. She pushes me away from her and spits out the food, coughing like crazy. I couldn’t help but laugh at how she looked, all pathetic. “No no, don’t waste the food, eat it off the floor.” I tell her, she looks up at me horrified, that wasn’t that bad of a request I have no idea why she is giving me that face..as if she wants mercy, I’m not giving her none today, she ruined my day! I grab her by her locks and push her head down to the food she spat out. “Eat it” I demand, I dug my nails into her scalp at this point. “No! Let go of me…whats wrong with you??” She had the nerve to ask me that. I see how it is, she wants to play stupid, I’ll make her regret that.

I lift her up by her hair, then push her into the marble kitchen island. She tried running away but I locked her wrists in my hands, shoving my knee in between her legs. I lean down, and bite her neck, that first bite of her blood..its so filling and slakes my every thirst, what the fuck is this? Vampire crack? Whatever, it doesn’t even matter. She was going to satisfy my appetite one way or another. “Kou..Please stop, I feel like I’m going to pass out. “ she says, and then she really does pass out. I let her fall to the floor next to that mess she spat out.

An hour goes by and I hear a knock on my door, it was her. She handed me a plate of pasta. The nerve of this girl..I was still mad at her so I dumped it all over her, I pulled her into my room and slammed the door shut, pinning her up against it. “You know what, maybe I’ll just eat off you..” I say, and began licking the sauce off her cheeks and slurping a pasta strand, some of it was going down her shirt and shorts so I decided to tear her clothes off of her. The sauce dripped down to her nipples and her pelvis, I licking her nipples and nibbled on them slightly, making sure to take all the sauce, then I licked down her naval to her pelvis, she jolted and gasped at this. “I’m just eating, what’s with these reactions~?” I say to her, I lift up her legs and pry them open, there wasn’t any food that went down there but I was interested in giving her some nice top tier head. I kissed her pretty pussy, and started to ravage it the fuck up, “Kou..No there’s no food there why are you..you doing this?” She could barely speak, I ignored her and continued to do as I pleased.

Her blood always tasted amazing, but her pussy was beyond me. She tasted so sweet like fruits, I remember when I was a human and tried some fruits for the first time, thats exactly what she tastes like, I could lick and slurp her all day, the juices were flowing and I was enjoying every drop that landed on my tongue. I looked up at her and noticed her clenching her lips trying not to moan. So I start fingering her, the oozing juices flowed out of her, I think I got aroused by that since I felt myself stiffen down there, I slip off my pants and pull my drawers down, sticking my meat inside of her, I gripped her hips, and swayed into her, thrusting passionately. I bring her leg up to my face and lick it, there was some sauce on it, and then i kissed her feet and started to suck on her toes as I kept fucking her, she was panting and breathing loudly but not moaning like crazy, still trying to clench her lips, I started to go faster and harder and that caused her to scream out, I changed the positions and we were in a spooning position while standing, it was definitely going to make me cum soon, I could tell she was already creaming on my dick. I could feel myself ready to burst, I pull out and nut all over her back and butt, then I slap her butt and kiss her nape. Now thats a great way to eat pasta.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #dialovers #yui komori #diabolik brothers #diahell #smut #kou mukami #Kou x yui #yui x Kou #mukami brothers #smut diabolik lovers #smut fiction #pasta is ate on Yui which is always great #we love yui #yui is the best

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sweettoothvn · 1 year

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Ahem

Nobles nsfw alphabet when? *coughs*SHESSOFINEEEOHMYGOOOOOD*coughs*

PFFF??? Aight NSFW UNDER CUT

A = Noble tends to make sure you're clean and relaxed when you're finished. If you're sore she'll massage any part of you if need be. She wants to make sure you're taken care of and that you know your loved (especially if you're just as kinky as him and have an INTENSE session,,)

B = Noble's ears are particularly sensitive. Their favorite part of their partners would have to be the lower region, specifically love handles and butt. Noble loves the squish!

C = They're not one to spit that's for sure. They're definitely swallowing. One of their favorite things to do is back shots as well~

D = When in their gilvan form they don't mind if you pull their tail. Also they have a degradation kink.

E = A lot. Noble is pretty familiar with most body types as he does have a big body count. He's also familiar with dom and sub as he is a switch.

F = Anything close and intimate where he gets to see her S/O's face. So that would be mating press or missionary. However she does like doggy style on occasion.

G = He definitely gets into the mood. He'll play any part you want him to and make sure he's delivering it well.

H = Clean shaven

I = Will constantly compliment and assure you if you're insecure about something. He's very guiding too if you're not sure (for example giving head, he'll give advice)

J = Why are some of your clothes missing? Don't worry about it. Maybe you shouldn't let Noble do the laundry for a while though.

K = Dear god where do we start- okay. I'm probably gonna forget some. Degradation (on him), Sadomasochism, Shibari (both ways), Pegging (on him), Hair pulling (both ways), Wax play (both ways), Blood Play (both ways), Biting, Orgasm Denial (on S/O), Dirty Talk, Voyeurism, Asphyxiation, Gagging, Humiliation, Servant (him being the servant), Exhibitionism, Prey/Predator (him being the predator), Non-Con (you have to have a deep discussion with him before this!), Experimentalist, he's into whatever you're into basically.

L = Kitchen :)

M = I dunno you breathing i guess, he's kind of horny all the time.

N = Ageplay, Scat, Vomit, Gore, Watersports, Foot fetish, Armpit fetish, certain aspects of food play (putting food inside other holes that aren't your mouth)

O = He prefers giving oral, hence why he got a tongue piercing. But he doesnt mind receiving head either

P = Without telling her what kind of pace you like (unless you're a virgin, she'll start slow then speed up) she's more on the aggressive side. However there will be a few days where she takes her time to admire you... and also watch you squirm.

Q = They don't mind quickies, if you ask they'll do it. They would just prefer to take their time with you. In private or not, they don't care-

R = Definitely into experimenting.

S = They can go a lot of rounds that's for sure, their stamina matching that as well.

T = He definitely has a lot of toys that's for sure. He usually just buys them while day dreaming about using them on his crush or S/O without knowing whether or not he'll actually use it.

U = Huge tease, however if you aren't in the mood for it she'll quickly back off.

V = Generally speaking, they're not too loud as they've perfected masturbating while staying quiet for uh... certain reasons.. but if you want them to be loud they'll oblige.

W = Will become extremely clingy after your first time with her

X = In human form she's got a few moles and stretch marks but in half-gilvan form she has numerous light markings on her sides, arms, stomach, face, and legs! Also, since Noble is intersex they have both male and female genitalia, however she is very flat chested. Also almost no ass.

Y = Their sex drive is too high, they need help

Z = It will take them a while to fall asleep after as they're so giddy from the experience. However if you go a bunch of rounds they'll pass out pretty fast.

#sweet tooth vn #special icing asks

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thesightstoshowyou · 3 years

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Can we have public smut with Asa? I know this man may not be that type but maybe he shows You off in front of his new victims? 😏😌 To show them how lucky you are. How You OBEY him on everything Even if it's humilliating/embarrasing? 😌😏

qhabqksnwksnw THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

Obedience

Asa Emory x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Exhibitionism, blood mention, throat fucking, humiliation, praise, knife play, creampie.

You follow the German Shepherd through the labyrinth. Carefully, the dog maneuvers under and over traps, effortlessly avoiding trip wires and rotting floorboards. Each time the Collector summons you, you’re always amazed at the level of training his animals have received.

The dog sits in front of a door you’ve never seen before. Trepidation growing in your gut, you raise your hand, knuckles hovering nervously over peeling wood. Still, the urge to obey is stronger than any fear you could possibly feel.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in,” comes the familiar, rough voice on the other side of the door. The sound instantly sends a shiver down your spine. The fading brass knob squeaks when you turn it, the hinges of the old door squealing in protest as you push.

Immediately, your face heats up and you discreetly move your arms in front of yourself when you find two other people—victims—tethered to the wall. You wear nothing but lacy lingerie, a fact the Collector must wish to flaunt if his posture is anything to go by.

He rests on a weathered sofa across from the captives, arm leisurely thrown across the back, one leg crossed over the other. The dark eyes under the mask assess you intently, piercing through to the soul he’s twisted to his liking.

Hastily you cross the room to kneel at his feet, dropping your eyes to your trembling hands. The Collector places a heavy hand on the top of your head and gives you a few quick pats like he would to the dog waiting patiently just outside.

“Take a look, Firefly,” he murmurs, using the hand on your head to twist your neck so you’re staring at the other victims. The woman is a little older than you, possibly mid to late thirties. Her clothes are tattered and grimy and she sports several, bleeding cuts along her left cheek. She glares at you and Sir with nothing but contempt.

The man is young, late teens or early twenties. He’s cleaner, less injured. Newer. His eyes dart nervously to you, to the woman tied to the wall next to him, and back again. He doesn’t dare look at the Collector.

A wise choice.

“These two show...promise, I suppose. Nothing like you, of course.” He twists your head back until you meet his gaze, “You know how I hate to be disappointed.” You nod. The Collector sighs heavily, stands, tucks his arms behind his back and begins to stalk around the room as he speaks, “You two have promise, yes, but you’re severely lacking in several important areas. To say you’ve disappointed me would be an understatement. You need a lesson in...” he turns back to you, “Obedience.”

The Collector strolls back across the room to stand menacingly before you. You swallow thickly, wondering what he has planned. You have a sinking suspicion when gloved fingers brush your lips.

“Open up.” You mouth instantly falls open and he pushes two, broad fingers onto your tongue. Well trained, you close your lips around them and suck, swallowing the taste of nitrile.

“It would benefit you both to watch closely,” he orders, free hand moving to his belt. Your cheeks burn with the realization of what he’s about to do to you in front of these poor people.

But you would never, in a million years, think to protest.

When his fingers slip from your mouth, you raise up on your knees and obediently stick out your tongue. He chuckles darkly and lays a hand on your cheek. It’s almost affectionate, the way he strokes your face, and you can’t help but shudder pleasantly at the silent praise.

As his hard cock slides past your lips, you try your best to ignore the captives watching the scene with wide, disbelieving eyes. The Collector grips the sides of your face and pushes completely into your throat in one, smooth thrust. Your shoulders tense and you wretch, saliva pooling in your cheeks as he begins his assault on your throat.

Compliant as ever, you remain as still as you can while gagging and coughing around the cock stuffing your face. The Collector grunts, exhales sharply and purrs, “You’re so good, aren’t you?” His words go straight between your legs and you moan around his length, eyes fluttering shut at the compliment.

You gasp and hack when he pulls from your mouth. Kneeling, he uses his sleeve to wipe away the tears trickling down your face and the spit dripping from your chin. He smirks when he catches you earnestly attempting to meet his gaze.

“Speak, Firefly.”

“Thank you, Sir,” you croak hoarsely.

“On the couch,” he commands quietly. As you scramble onto the cushions, he turns to address the others, “Are you taking notes?”

Not waiting for a reply, the Collector moves to settle between your spread thighs. Your lacy panties are pulled to the side and his gloves squeak as they drag through your gathering wetness. He examines the slick coating his gloved digits, turning them this way and that so they shine in the low light.

“See? Already wet. So keen to follow orders. Speak.”

“Yes, Sir, always.” Your eyes go wide in shock when you hear a barely stifled huff from the woman across the room.

“Eyes on me, Firefly. The lesson isn’t over yet.” His words hold dangerous promise and you nod. You don’t want to know what he has planned for such thoughtless interruption. Poor, stupid woman.

The Collector raises your hips and buries his wet cock into slick muscles. You sigh and tip your head back, hands fisting the dusty fabric of the ancient couch. Lazily, he rolls his hips and you let your legs fall open wider to accommodate.

You tense when you feel the familiar sensation of cold steel at your throat. The Collector drags the flat of the blade down your neck, across your collarbone, before coming to rest on a nipple. Gently, he rubs the stiff bud with the chilly blade, making you whine and arch.

His hips snap forward in appreciation and you choke on a moan. The knife moves to your hip as he grasps handfuls of your flesh, using the leverage to pull you onto his cock as he begins to hammer you into the cushions.

“Anticipatory, responsive, eager to please. Perfect obedience.” He speaks above your noisy moans, his tone even and level as though he’s teaching a class and not battering your insides. You bite your lip in an attempt to not interrupt him, but the warm coil or pleasure twisting in your belly is making that nearly impossible.

“Be good, Firefly. Cum for me. Give it to me.” Your response, as always, is prompt. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you tense and tumble over the precipice, blissful waves of pleasure wracking your core. Your spasming muscles milk the Collector’s twitching cock until he’s breathing sharply in your ear and spilling warmth into your guts.

“What do you say?” he whispers.

“Thank you, Sir, thank you,” you answer breathlessly. The Collector eases from your warmth, quickly tucking himself away before standing and straightening his clothes. He gives you one, long look, head tilted to the side in thought.

He sighs, “What is it I said I hate, Firefly? Speak.”

“To b-be disappointed, Sir.”

“Correct.” The Collector twists the knife in his hand, nitrile squeaking against the leather handle. He turns to face the captives, who tense and shake in abject terror. He continues slowly, “Unfortunately, I’ve found myself very disappointed.”

At the first scream, you turn your head away.

#asa emory x reader #asa emory #the collector 2009 #the collector x reader #the collection #n sfw #i’m really on a throat fucking kick lately aren’t i?#slashers #slasher x reader #my writing #thank you for the ask

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namjoon-koya · 4 years

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I’ve been having this on my mind, but how would, Bakugo, Midoriya, All Might and Dabi react to having a S/O who has a cat quirk? (IM SORRY)

Bakugo, Midoriya, All Might and Dabi reaction to their S/O having a cat quirk

(A/N: I got excited when I saw this 😳)

Bakugo:

He acts like if he doesn’t find your cat quirk cute (hehe he does)

Especially when you have your fluffy ears and fluffy tail sticking out he finds it extremely adorable.

Of course he won’t say it though he has to keep his “badass.” Image up.

Whenever he plays with your ears and you just purr in his lap that’s the end of him all he wants is to hear you purr all day.

Okay this dude at first thought your quirk was useless he was like “huh? A cat quirk? That’s a dumb quirk.”

He only learned that it was actually useful and very helpful.

You could climb to high places and just jump off and land on your feet (of course with Bakugo screaming in the background telling you to stop doing that)

Cats are also known to see in the dark very well so obviously you can too and Bakugo is just amazed at it considering what happened during the camp trip *cough cough it was dark as shit*

You’ll end up finding some jerks though who think you’ll “meow or cosplay for them.” And Bakugo will end up glaring at them and threatening them to back off.

Seriously though he tells them to back off you may look cute with your cat quirk, but that doesn’t mean you won’t kick ass.

Midoriya:

Okay baby boi writes down EVERYONE’S quirk so yes that means you too.

He doesn’t like showing anyone about it though because he feels like people will find it creepy, but you don’t.

You’re actually happy that Midoriya notes down what you can do with your cat quirk.

Some people think you just sit there and look cute, but they didn’t even realize how much potential you had with your quirk!

So you appreciate Midoriya noting down the small thinks about you.

Midoriya obviously finds your cat quirk cute though especially since you only purr for him and sometimes even go “Nya.” For him.

(You did threaten him to not tell anyone you did that for him)

Midoriya is so amazed whenever he sees you climb something so easily (lowkey makes him jealous because he has to bounce wall to wall to wall to climb up)

Yes you love cats (cat quirk.. you attract a lot of cats to you) and Midoriya absolutely loves it. It’s so adorable to see you stop to only crouch down a pat a cat (whose happily purring away)

All Might:

Okay this man has fought against worst villains, BUT HE’S SO SHY TO TALK TO YOU AT FIRST.

You’re so beautiful and cute and pretty and.. just amazing that he can’t even put it into words!

(So this is when people didn’t know about All Might’s true form)

He wanted to impress you so bad so he made sure to always avoid you when he was in his weaker form, but once he was in his All Might form he’d confidently walk around the school.

After the fight with All For One he was scared you wouldn’t like him anymore, but you only giggled and told him that you’ll always like him no matter what.

Toshinori just loves it when you’ll lay your head into his lap and just purr away as he plays with your hair (cutest shit ever)

Y’know how married couples act when theyll scold each other whenever they’re sick? Yeah you’ll be like that with him.

He works out too hard and he spits blood everywhere? “Toshi! I told you not to work out so hard.” You say as you hand him a napkin.

He’ll often feel discomfort in his side and the only way you make him feel better is when you let him cuddle into your chest and purr.

You still do hero work so he’s going to be very worried for you, but you always reassure him that you’ll be fine.

Dabi:

Not gonna lie, but he’s probably going to be the most *ahem* perverted about this.

I mean have you seen this manz? He’s insane, but we love him.. do we?

Dabi attracts a lot of people to him (who wouldn’t be attracted to him) , BUT he’ll only have eyes for you.

You’re cute, You’re adorable and hell you’r even sexy whenever you fight you’re his type of women he dreams of marrying.

You play hard to get though you love Dabi, but seeing him work hard to impress you entertains you (shigaraki gagging in the background)

Dabi is fucking possessive okay? Nobody and I mean NOBODY better say shit to you especially with catcalling he doesn’t care he’ll burn them to a crisp for disrespecting you.

He almost burned muscular for disrespecting you and shigaraki had to quickly threaten the both of them to calm down.

He finds comfort in you okay? He told you everything about his past and about his family that’s how much he trusts you since he never told the league about them.

You let Dabi rest his head in your lap as you gently stroke his hair and leave kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

He’ll often pull on your tail (gently of course) to tease you or play with your ears.

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quitesins · 3 years

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Vice Royalty

Vice Royalty Masterlist

Kaeya

Collab with @darlingsinscriptions

Tags: modern au, ceo type kaeya, Mafia boss kaeya, blood, violence, guns, death & injury [see masterlist for entire work tags]

A writing game between a friend and I, nothing but a google doc and forcing each other to continue from where we last left off [therefore the “chapters” are choppy asf].

Chapter 1

“Fuck!”

He coughs, a pounding in his head throwing off his balance. A trickle of blood pours down the side of his face, deep red against the brown of his skin.

The man attempts to stand once again, this time latching onto the pipes against the wall. With a struggle, he opens an eye, the other covered by a patch, and he can feel dried blood crack with the motion. Immediately, he’s greeted by a street light, dim but bright enough to send waves of discomfort to the blues of his unadjusted eye.

It’s an alleyway, dingy and dirtied. A veiled corner away from the high life of the city. Vines and wires crawl up the sides of the enclosing brick walls. His own hair caught in some of the tangle, the dark cobalt both stuck on his bloodied skin and entwined with the catching stems. The night is dark, but he’s illuminated by the light of the street that seeps into the alley, so he scuttles back quickly, taking cover in the shade.

The movements cause a spread of agony in his body, wounds opening, or opened, he can't tell.

“Where the fuck is he.” His eyes widen at the sound, and he scrambles to pick himself up, forgetting the pain, and runs.

He can hear the sound of passing cars cut through the wind. There’s also a distant chatter of people, a buzz of a late night shop, the incessant barking of dog and the treading of footsteps approaching but not close. Yet the loudest sound that rings through his ears, is the hammering of his own heart , how blood pumps through, torturing the nerves by his skull, a pulsating mix of terror and torment.

“I’ll get him, the bastard.” The same voice shouts out.

He grips tightly onto his sullied clothing, biting his lip before gagging at the sudden notice of blood and bile that had settled in his mouth. He spits it out, or rather lets it dribble out, trying to keep as silent as ever. Disgusting, he thinks before he takes a deep breath. It’s all smog, a bitter taste of pollution filling his lungs and he has to stifle another cough.

The sound of boxes tumbling over close by, brings the back to a panic, now he squeezes his eyes shut, resting his back as far as he could into the dark. He silences his breathing, his exposed chest no longer rising as the sounds of men go by.

“Fuck, where ever you are.” The voice calls out, “We’ll fucking kill you…”

“Kaeya.”

It’s pathetic, he knows it is. Still, he can’t do anything but run for now.

So I’m not exactly sure what this is but we were having fun writing it and it was actually decent quality so we thought, why not post!

#kaeya fic #genshin fanfic #kaeya fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfiction #genshin impact fanfiction #fan fic #kaeya angst #modern au #mafia au

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monst · 4 years

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Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Warnings again: Non/con,Food play, Force feeding til you puke, Oral (giving), Tentacles, tbh this is actually kinda freaky and not in a sexy way…

Enjoy!

“Say ah~”

You pressed your lips against each other firmly, teeth clenching behind your closed jaw. You couldn’t take another bite. You wouldn’t take another bite. Tamaki frowned at your slitted gaze, his pale pink lips pursed in a pout as he held the spoon up to your closed lips.

“Come now don’t be like this Bambi.” The pet name makes you recoil, a displeased grimace on your face. Sadly you don’t even move but an inch from him. You desperately wished you could move but your body was wound up tightly. Thick slimy appendages sucked at your exposed skin as they curled around your body. They pulsed against your doughy skin, the plush texture would easily deceive anyone but the grip it had on your form was nothing short of painful.

You could feel him constrict you further when you continued to refuse him. The metallic spoon had pushed past your lips, the cold metal rubbing against your teeth was uncomfortable as was the tart cream that now stained your lips and invaded your nose. You didn’t want any more cake. Your jaw almost loosened when his hand came up to grab your face, his fingers indenting the soft flesh of your cheeks.

“Why are you being like this again?” He asked, disappointment lathered onto his tone. You wanted to yell at him, spit in his face for even trying to act like you were in the wrong. You didn’t of course, you knew that if you did that would only invite another spoonful into your mouth.

“Are you trying to ruin our anniversary?” He sighed dejectedly. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. The word had brought back horrendous memories, memories of a time in which you were privy to who the hero Suneater really was. Memories of when you thought that when he called you Bambi it was because he thought you were a curious bright eyed individual. It had turned out that he referred to you as such because of your ‘endearing naivety’. He had called you such a name because he wanted someone to fawn over, someone he could take care of, someone he could guide, love and feed.

To him you were that abandoned deer, the one who needed to be protected and coddled. He didn’t understand why you refused to let him take care of you, why you sometimes refused to eat. He didn’t know why you were so ungrateful, why you wouldn’t eat every single last bit. He wasn’t asking for much, that wasn’t too much to ask of your lover right? So why were you always resisting?!

“(Name) Open your mouth or I’m going to get really angry.” His voice dropped, his indigo eyes narrowing to slits.

You held fast onto your position, you wouldn’t give, if you did you feared your stomach would rupture. Not only had he force fed you appetizers and his rendition of a ‘candlelit’ dinner but he was also feeding you roughly about two pounds of cake. Your belly was already full so much so that you could feel how taut it was. It pressed out uncomfortably and nausea was beginning to take hold of your senses the longer he pressed the frosting to your lips.

A whimper slipped past your lips when you felt his blunt nails dig deeper into your skin. You were almost relieved when he let go but to your horror his fingers pinched your nose effectively cutting off your air supply. Your lungs quickly began to burn as the thick tentacles began to also squeeze down on your ribs, almost as if trying to choke and press your lungs clean out of air. It wasn’t long before you needed air so bad that your mouth betrayed you.

Your greedy gulp of air was cut off by the spoon entering your mouth, the spongy texture of the cake almost making you gag. “P-Please!” you sputtered, holding what was supposed to be a happy treat captive in your mouth. “Please no more!” You wailed, rivers of tears sliding down your hot cheeks.

“But bunny you're almost done.” He pouted. “Be a good girl for me and finish at least two more spoonful's.” He cooed.

You nodded, sniffling stray snot as you swallowed. The two other spoons were agony and you were more than glad for it to have been over. “Drat.” He snapped all of a sudden. “I forgot to get you something to drink. I’m so sorry.” The soft tone he used was unsettling.

“I-It’s okay I’m not thirsty.” You trembled, you were going to puke if you had anything else.

“No, you need something to wash it all down.” He resolved. “But- (Name).” You felt your blood drain from your veins, a heavy weight sinking into your belly. “Open your mouth.” You shook your head. But the fingers of his other hand quickly took tentacle form and he was prying your jaw open. His dark eyes bore into you as he saw that you had lied to him and that your mouth still housed the cake. Without warning a thick silky tentacle was pushed in between your lips, it invaded your mouth and hung heavy on your tongue as it gathered all edibles to the back of your throat.

True to his nickname for you, your eyes widened looking akin to the wide eyes gaze of said beloved Disney character. He sipped into the channel of your throat and he groaned when he felt you swallow around him. His eyes stared at the bob of your throat as the sickeningly sweet morsel went down the chute. A gleeful smile lit his features.

“I’ve decided on what type of drink I want to give you.” The sound of him unbuckling his belt was more than enough of a clue to let you know what he meant. Using his tentacles he contorted your body to kneel on the floor. Looking up at him you realized you didn’t recognize who this monster was. But you didn’t have time to ponder on where he went wrong instead something else met your lips.

The pearly white bead of pre caught onto the pulpy flesh of your lips, The head of his cock was swollen, red and eager telling you that he had been enjoying himself and the situation he put you in for a long time. You could only squirm when he traced your lips with his cock, the bulbous head painting your lips white as if he were applying lip gloss. You thought of keeping your mouth closed but you were human and if there's one thing mammals like humans were good at it was adapting. Fighting him only seemed to bring you more pain and so you parted your lips allowing him to rest his girthy length on your tongue.

You let him use your mouth, you tried drowning out his pleased groans and sighs. You hummed when he praised and swallowed when he asked, you wanted him to finish and to just leave you be. Your nose was buried in his dark pubes when you realized that he was close.

“Bambi I’m gonna-” And he did, he came down your throat, the warm liquid sliding down to join the rest of what you had been fed. Soon it became too much and the excess spilled from your lips, you coughed and gagged and when he pulled out you retched. It came out of your nose and you heaved, your stomach lurching, body rejecting everything it didn’t need. You were wiping your mouth when you realized that the tentacles had left your body. Instead you felt something cool wipe across your lips. Both of you were silent as Tamaki cleaned you up. You could have left, you could have gotten up but there was a silent threat in the air and you could only sit and watch in muted horror as he cleaned up your bile. His silence was frightening and only when he was done did he turn back to you. A calm smile on his face.

“A-are you mad?” You asked timidly. He shook his head and walked over to the microwave.

“No.” He opened it and pulled out..tupperware.. “Because I made extra.”

#frightober 2020 #yandere tamaki amajiki #yandere suneater #amajiki tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki smut #tamaki amajiki x reader smut #suneater x reader #yandere suneater x reader

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darkmulti · 4 years

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Purple Panties (2)

Stray Kids

Parings: Bully!Hyunjin and Felix x female reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 1.3K

Requested

Part 1

CONTAINS DARK THEMES

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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I apologize for any mistakes. Like always, not edited cuz I’m too fucking tired:)

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A/N: warnings are after the undercut. LETS FUCKING GO I FINISHED THIS STUPID REQUEST, ABSOLUTELY HATE IT & I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LONG WAIT. Yeah it’s pretty shitty. Sorry for making you wait for so long only for it to come out as literal trash. I fcking hate myselfff.

⚠️Warnings: begging, dacryphilia, somnophilia, bondage, choking, spanking, physical abuse, overstimulation, marking, anal, threesome, breath play, spitting, biting, breeding kink, unprotected sex (please wrap before tap)

I do not condone or encourage this type of behaviour. This does not represent Lee Felix or Hwang Hyunjin in any way and is purely for entertainment. Please read the warnings carefully.

THIS STILL CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Last part will have fluff❣️

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“Tie her down, I’m not finished with her.”

Y/N squirms around on the bed, groaning and forcing her eyes open. Her head spun while Hyunjin tightly tied her wrist to the bed frame. She thought the boys were done with her. Why couldn’t they just let her go already?

“Ple-please! You said that you were finished with me!” Her bottom lip quivers as more tears slip out when she makes eye contact with Felix. “We didn’t say that we were finished with you.” Felix spoke deeply, coming closer to her. “We just said that you wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of today.” Hyunjin said, finishing off the sentence.

The boys nod at each other then look at her. “Well… let's not waste anymore time...” Hyunjin poured out a drink for himself and took a seat. “Knock yourself out, Felix. I’ll join in after my drink.” Felix hums in response and takes his belt off. “Our little doll lost her virginity today. I can still see the blood stain going down her thigh.” A sadistic smirk places on his face as he bends his belt into a loop.

“Please Felix! I’ll do anything you want except for this! Please have mercy on me! Please! I didn’t mean to-” a high pitched yelp leaves her mouth and her thigh muscle quickly clenches. The leather belt left a clear, red mark on her thigh. “No talking. You talk when I tell you.” The girl sharply breathes in, failing to hold her tears in. The only reason why this was happening was because of that stupid milk.

The moment Felix saw her tears, he lost all his patience. “Stop crying before I give you something to cry about.” He hits her other thigh causing her to cry even harder. “I-I’m sorry! I’m trying n-not to!” She bit down on her lip and held her scream in as Felix hit her again. “Do you not understand what ‘no talking’ means?”

“Why are you even letting her breathe right now? Take her Felix. Show no mercy on her. She loves it rough.” Hyunjin chirps in, clearly bored because of the lack of action. He looks over at Y/N who was frantically shaking her head ‘no’ and pulling on her wrist restraint. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. No means yes in my eyes...” Felix wraps his hand around her neck and squeezes it while his other hand guides his veiny, thick, cock out.

Y/N closes her eyes, hoping to knock out before they even start. She couldn’t think properly. What did she do to deserve this? She was able to handle their degrading comments but.. this has gone way too far. The girl was deep in thought until she felt something fill her dry cunt up once again.

Her mouth opened to release a scream but it was cut off by Hyunjin’s hand. Without giving her time to comprehend, he got on top of her and shoved his cock into her mouth, making her gag right away. She screamed and cried around him but he continued to push it down further while Felix rammed her pussy.

“Stop struggling! You’re only making it harder for yourself.” Hyunjin growled, plugging her nose. Her face began to heat up and her throat tightened around his cock. She looked at Hyunjin once again with pleading eyes and he finally took himself out. As soon as his tip was on her tongue, she coughed up cum and saliva. “Take her Felix, ruin her!”

Y/N couldn’t respond. All she could think about is breathing. Felix only pushed in harder while Hyunjin took another shot. “It hurts right? That’s good. Maybe you’ll learn.” Felix says in a gravelly tone. His words only made her sob harder. Learn what? She thought. Though her mind was frustrated, her body couldn’t handle more aggression. If she had said something to Felix, it would’ve provoked him.

Lost in her thoughts once again, a hard slap on her cheek brought her back. “Thinking of another man while I fuck you? Disgusting bitch! You’ll probably die by choking on a dick.” Felix smirks at his own comment and slaps her again. “You’re gonna cum for me again. I can feel your walls trembling around my cock. Stop acting like this doesn’t feel good.”

Her feet kicked Felix’s chest, causing him to stop out of shock. Hyunjin stood up and heartlessly slapped her across the face. “So you wanna play hard to get? I can play that baby.” Hyunjin whispered deeply, sending chills down her spine. The boys flipped her onto her side and both roughly entered her at the same time. She sobbed into Felix’s neck while her legs were tightly held down by Hyunjin’s.

Cum covered her private lips and upper thigh, making her feel gross and sticky. Her hair was damped because of sweat and her face was bloated because of the tears. Her eyes burned every time she opened it. What wasn’t hurting? She lost terribly against them. She wasn’t capable of saving herself.

Hyunjin wrapped his long arms around her and placed his head on top of hers. “You look so cute crying under us.” He muttered softly, frightening her more. The older male left gentle kisses along her neck, up to her jawline then cheek. His soft lips brushing against her smooth skin soothed the girl.

Meanwhile, Felix was in paradise. His eyes were closed, but his hips kept thrusting at the same pace. His cock was buried deep in her; from time to time, brushing against Hyunjin’s cock. He didn’t mind that Hyunjin pulled her away from him because it gave him more room to thrust. Both Hyunjin and Felix zoned out to their own little world, making it safe for the girl to zone out as well.

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“HOW DARE YOU FALL ASLEEP ON US, HUH?”

At this point she lost her voice. Tears filled her eyes causing her vision to blur. Y/N didn’t respond to the boys, instead she let herself go. Her mouth hanging open, her arms dropping down on the pillow, the tears sliding down her face. Felix came just by the sight.

“Please! I’m so so so sorry! I- I didn’t even feel you thrusting. I m- must have been unconscious.” She stutters out, explaining herself. Hyunjin bit her ear and kept thrusting harder, chasing his high. “Fuck! You little slut!” Another slap from Felix lands on her hot cheek. “Why can’t you just be a good girl?!” He scolds. “I really try! I’m so sorry for not being good. P- please forgive me. I- I’m just a dumb nobody. I need you to teach me please!”

Hyunjin and Felix couldn’t stop themselves from smiling. Felix pets her hair while Hyunjin slows down behind her. “You finally learned something, princess.” Hyunjin kisses her cheek, suddenly loving on her. She took this opportunity to catch her breath. Each time she took a breath in her pussy twitched around the boys.

“Are you guys done?” She mumbles out quietly. ”Felix may be done but I’m not.” Hyunjin slides out of her ass and stuffs it right back into her pussy. Quiet sobs left her lips when she felt him re-enter. The older males hand quickly covers her mouth as he starts to move faster.

Her insides were on fire. The pain wouldn’t go away. She laid still, unable to move and completely unfocused. It hurt to cum. It hurt to move. Hyunjin kept a tight hold on her when viciously fucking her. It was hard to breathe because of his grip around her stomach and neck. Felix enjoyed the sound of the skin slapping and almost fell asleep.

Sickening, I know.

Hyunjin finally felt his cock burst inside of her. Cum rushing in, painting her insides white. Y/N released a hard breath as she came again. Hyunjin pulled her close to him, refusing to take his cock out of her warm, wet cunt. He fondles with her hair until she falls asleep. Though Hyunjin was tired, one question kept him up.

What if she falls pregnant?

#non con #hyunjin smut #felix smut #stray kids smut

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writteninsunshine · 3 years

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Heaven’s A Lie - Lucas Baker/Ethan Winters - NSFW

Title: Heaven’s A lie

Author: Reno

Fandom: Resident Evil 7: Biohazard

Setting: Baker Family Estate

Pairing: Lucas Baker/Ethan Winters

Characters: Lucas Baker, Ethan Winters, Mia Winters, Zoe Baker, Jack Baker

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1376

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Part of the For All These Times series, Whump Fic Bingo fill #1

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Non-Con Kissing, Gore, Blood, Vomit, Sick Fic, Comfort From Whumper, Whump Fic Bingo, Trauma, Traumatic Experiences, Canon-Typical Violence, Mostly Canon Compliant

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: The last thing that Ethan needed was Lucas’s comfort, but that didn’t mean he was going to deny him. He didn’t have it in him to fight right now.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!

So, I was looking for a good whump fic bingo I could use for Ethan, since that man can take a beating like no one else. I didn’t find one I liked, so I made one myself. Requests are open for it, and only three slots are taken out of twenty-five, so please give it a look? People on FFN can PM me for the link or search HimboHungry on Twitter. It’s under my pinned! Warning, it’s a NSFW twitter.

Here we go: https://twitter.com/HimboHungry/status/1391276875415269379

With that, here goes nothing!

Resident Evil Fic Masterlist

Ethan Whump Bingo Fic Masterlist

Heaven’s A Lie

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There was no fighting it, now. Fatigue crept into every fiber of his being, and his eyes could barely stay focused and open. Pain wracked his body, and there was a distinct collection of saliva in his mouth, leaving him nearly drooling as he gasped for air like a man drowning, lost at sea.

0Heaving shoulders and a lurch in his stomach had Ethan crumpling to the grass, hands and knees bracing him against the dewy turf. The humidity of the swamp around them didn’t help the sweat dripping from his face, broken pants bursting from his nose. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to breathe out of that. With a painful heave, he gagged, coughed impossibly hard, and spilled the contents of his stomach all over the ground in front of him. It splashed against his arms, staining the sleeves of his shirt and hitting his face; he would have grimaced if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. Nothing but acid left him, as he hadn’t eaten in God knew how long. Dehydration was going to set in soon and only make the pounding in his head that much worse. Blood pumped loud and harsh in his ears, his vision swam and he felt another dry heave coming on.

For a moment, he begged any God listening to end this torture, but his ardent pleading fell on deaf ears. Nothing reached out to save him, and death was still lightyears away. How could he still be kicking after all of this? Every injury, every removal of his limbs. Jack had seen to it that he wouldn’t die, he thought, and that was the most shocking education he’d ever had.

Eyes watery and nose dripping over his lips after six more emissions, he staggered back to his feet. Swaying for a few seconds, he scrubbed at his face, smearing the tears and mucus up his cheeks, trying to regain control over himself. He had to get to the barn that Lucas was hiding away in, he had to save Mia, himself, and Zoe. That was his main focus, the only driving force to keep him going right now. A one-track mind helped in this situation, and he stumbled forward, the light peeking out from under the door a beacon showing him where to go next. Would this kill him? Maybe. The heaviness in his arms wasn’t helped by the gun in his hand, his arms nearly limp as he fought against the weakness in his knees.

Not paying attention to where he was going, lumbering ever forward, a sudden shout left him and he plummeted to the ground hard. No time to catch himself, the biting pain in his leg too much for him to handle on such short notice, his face hit the mud hard enough to bruise his cheek. With the wind knocked from his lungs, he lay there in agony for a long moment, eyes screwed shut as he tried to catch his breath.

Once he could wrap his mind around filling his lungs again, his eyelids lifted and fell sluggishly as he pushed himself up off the ground halfway, hips still glued down. Turning to look at his right leg, Ethan winced at the sight of barbed wire looped around his ankle, a thin, short leash of it tied to a stake in the ground. It looked like the kind screwed down, meant to keep a dog in the yard. That was him, now, wasn’t it? A dog trapped in a yard that wasn’t his, kept by someone intent on keeping him. Tears leaked down his face again, his nose a snot faucet, the fire in his face unable to compare to the tight grip ripping into his flesh.

Footsteps alerted him to a presence, and he grabbed the shotgun not far from his hands. They quivered as he looked up, expecting a molded to be coming for him in his hour of darkness. Forcing himself to sit up on his hip, he leveled the gun on Lucas, surprised to see the other man out of his control room.

“Aw, look at you, Ethan…” Lucas chuckled, his grin splitting his face nearly in half, “Caught like a coyote in a trap.”

Ethan was hyper-aware of Lucas’ southern drawl, ‘cai-yote’ leaving his lips, and he clicked another bullet into the gun in his hands.

“Now, now, no need for that,” Sauntering over, Lucas pried the shotgun from Ethan’s hands with more ease than the injured man wanted to admit to, and he watched as Lucas set it aside. Apparently, he had more sense than to simply throw it, and Ethan recognized that all too well. Self-preservation, at best, but at least Ethan wasn’t going to get shot.

“Fuck off.” Ethan managed, his voice wavering, cracking as Lucas kneeled down to take Ethan’s chin in his filthy hands.

“You ain’t in any position to tell me what to do, now, are ya, Ethan?” Lucas shook his head with a happy chortle, leaning in quickly enough that Ethan was stunned, stuck in place.

Dry, cracked lips met his in a violent kiss, and he tasted blood, snot, salt, and bile as Lucas’ tongue strong-armed its way into his mouth. A disgusted grunt left him as Lucas plundered his mouth, taking from him what he wanted and leaving no room to struggle against his advances. Ethan was exhausted, in too much pain to fight him as Lucas tugged him forward by his armpits, straining the limited reach of the barbed wire lacerating his skin. Another cry of pain left him when Lucas bit into his lip hard enough to split his plump, chapped flesh, leaving a trail of blood down his chin.

“There you go, Ethan… Look so good like this.” Lucas was nearly purring in excitement, blood thrumming through his system, “Want to make you mine.” His whispers against Ethan’s lips almost left him bereft, but he was sure he was past that point, now.

“Wh-wh-what do you want, Lucas?” His tone wasn’t as rough, wasn’t as spiteful as he’d wanted, but Ethan had to take whatever he could get at this point. Spitting at him, Ethan glared as hard as he could with= his wet eyes and watery, almost stern frown.

“Don’t go playing hard to get, now, Ethan. It’s unbecomin’. You’re dependent on me to get you outta this, ain’tcha? You oughta be nicer to me.” Lucas’s smarmy smile almost made Ethan sick again, he felt his stomach railing against his insides, bile rising in his throat.

Another rough kiss met his mouth, his blood mingling with Lucas’s saliva, staining both of their teeth pink. Suddenly, Ethan shoved at him, unsure when he cared not to give him his ire. God knew Lucas deserved it. Turning just enough to feel safe in this moment of weakness, a few dry heaves soon produced more stomach acid to slap on the ground, splattering more against his chest and arms.

“Can’t handle yourself no more?” Lucas asked, absently rubbing Ethan’s back as he spilled his stomach contents again, eyes red and puffy from tears and throat hoarse. Quivering, he leaned into Lucas’s touch, hating himself for wanting the comfort he provided. Elbows buckling, he did his best to fall to the side that his vomit wasn’t on, shocked to find Lucas scooting forward and sitting down cross legged.

Yanking Ethan into his lap, he held him close, wiping at his face and sweaty forehead.

“Pushin’ you too far, baby boy?” Lucas asked softly, his voice almost tender and eyes soft as he took in the sheer amount of pain in his face. Ethan nodded vaguely, eyelashes fluttering against his bruised cheekbones. Lucas was right. If he’d stayed away, he wouldn’t be suffering like this. On the other hand, Mia would have been, and he couldn’t find it in himself to give up on her. Eyes sunken in, he looked like he might pass out, and Lucas took pity on him. Reaching for the shotgun, he held it up above Ethan’s oblivious head, his eyes closed to the world, before slamming it down against his temple as hard as he could.

The world swam for a moment, Ethan’s vision hot and white for just a second before everything went dark.

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AN: Welp, I feel like this vaguely covers another part of the whump bingo, but I’m not going to count it because the theme is still being caught in a snare. At any rate, I hope you guys enjoyed the ouchies. I had fun writing this! It’s partially a vent piece, as a lot has been happening lately and it’s driving me crazy not getting it out.

Prompt: Caught In A Snare

#Resident Evil 7 Fanfic #Resident Evil 7 Fanfiction #Luthan #Lucas Baker #Ethan Winters #Non Con Kissing #Noncon Kissing #Gore #Injury

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parsnipspages · 3 years

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Can I request a headcannon of an mc who is an excellent cook but their baking is horrible, please? Like Solomon can make better sweets than them, type of bad

May or may not be speaking from personal experience

Thanks for the request! But oh honey oh no. In my experience; baking in general is less forgiving, one mistake deflates the whole soufflé!

I'm gonna default to just the brothers for now, if you want the Now-Datables, send another ask!

Lucifer:

His thoughts were multiple,

One; How.

Two; was this going to be what actually killed him, after everything.

His face was absolutely unreadable as he took a bite of what was supposedly a cake. How was this so terrible. Their cooking was fine, this must have been intentional. They were pulling a prank on him. There would be consequences for this.

You would have to convince him this was your honest best attempt if you didn't want to spend you night mammon style.

Mammon:

He had approached this with gusto, he had eaten your cooking before! It was amazing!

This was not. He struggled to keep his face from twisting in disgust as the cake hit this tongue. Bitter chunks of baking soda (poweder?), the unmistakable crunch of a little egg shell, the tang of burnt sweets.... was that a chunk of newt tail.... He really didn't want to hurt the humans feelings but he was very obviously suffering. Never again. He was gonna pass out.

Leviathan:

Similar to Mammon, he had thought this would be absolutely amazing! Unlike Mammon, he did NOT try and hide his disgust, spitting out the offending 'food' before it could destroy him. He would 100% be convinced that it was your way of saying that you didnt want to cook for him anymore, and he would sulk. If you didn't want to recreate those omourice dishes with him anymore you could have just said so...

If he finds out that you were actually trying though? oh you are never hearing the end of it. He can and will mock you for this.

Satan:

You have a 50/50 with him.

If he likes you already, he might assume that this was an honest attempt and he would try to not look like he just ate death. He would try and slowly give you books from his collection for baking, you can cook right? You can fix this.

If he does NOT like you yet, run. Just run. Find Mammon maybe, Satan will not be happy about this and he will be looking for blood. He's had bad food; this? this was a weapon. This was an attack.

Asmodeus:

Honey no, he would never trust your food again. He's eating out when you cook. This was food roulette. Do you know what stress AND bad food do to your skin? Let alone combing the two! He can just feel the breakout already. He just cant have this! He MIGHT be willing to help you get better if you are the one doing the taste tests.

Beelzebub:

The only one more excited than mammon, and the only one more distraut than asmo.

He was so upset, you could tell instantly. He loved your normal cooking so so much. How did you make something so bad? Are you okay? Do you need some sleep? A better kitchen? Better ingredients? He would be convinced you were not the issue here, but he WOULD be going to madame screams to get his sweet fix until he could figure out what happened. You can come with if you want!

Belphegor:

One; he was happy at first, you woke him up with your cooking! If he was going to get it at least it was for something good!

Two; What The Fuck. Human. Why.

He's making a show of this, he's coughing, gagging. Chugging all the milk straight from the carton.

and hell once he finds out you were TRYING to make something nice? He's joining Levi's mockery, only unlike Levi, he wont drop it. He will just keep. bringing. it. up. Oh you made a nice stew? Good thing you didn't need to bake it! A grilled cheese? At least you didn't need to crack eggs! He's honestly giving you so much shit. Might stop if you start crying, or if beel asks him to.

#lucifer-mcprideface #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me HC #obey me headcanons #Headspace Heresy #obey me

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whumperooni · 3 years

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BUNNY GIRL PREVIEW PLEASE ROONI I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU

Nonny, for you I will give a lil preview

and also to make up for the pussy lips i scarred the dash with

tags/warnings: kidnapping, noncon, faux incest

Keigo blinks back down at you and watches as your feet thump against the floor, as your upper body stays so very stiff to avoid your pretty little face from being sliced into.

A bunny. A bunny as the little sister, the sweet daughter of a pair of raptors- of predators.

The old man’s finally fuckin’ lost it.

“Yeah?” Keigo huffs out, leaning down to get a closer look at the poor, twitching thing before him. “And what does she think about that?”

Takeru hums and one of his talons slips under the leather band of the gag.

“Dunno. What do you think about it, baby girl?”

One quick movement and the leather snaps, falls limp. You try to spit the gag out, but it stays caught in your mouth and, god, even as fucked up as this whole thing is Keigo can’t help but to find that cute.

You’re such a pathetic little thing.

A huff from Takeru and the old man reaches down to yank the ball from your mouth. You cough and splutter and whimper out hoarse little shrieks, drip drool all over yourself as your frail little body bows over itself, and both father and son snort in amusement at the sight.

Weak. Cute.

You’re the type of prey he wouldn’t mind playing with- the type of prey he’d torture and tease just to watch you shiver and sob and shake.

But you’re not prey, are you?

“Pl-please- please let me go! Where- I want- where’s- where’s my daddy? What did you do with him?! Please let me go! Please! Please!”

Daddy?

Ah, that explains the fresh blood lingering in the old man’s scent.

You continue to babble, bawling and pleading, and all Keigo can do is let his lips curl into a smile, let his eyes grow hooded.

You really don’t know you’re shit out of luck. He’d feel sorry for you, maybe, if your tears didn’t stroke something cruel inside of him- if there wasn’t something quietly curious about the thought of a cute little sister to tease and bully inside of him; if there wasn’t something that wanted to hook his talons into your soft little bunny flesh and make you squirm even more inside of him.

Cute, weak, pathetic- maybe the old man hasn’t quite lost it yet.

Especially since Keigo knows deep in his bones that little sister, little daughter doesn’t mean unfuckable.

At least, not in this situation.

“Oh, baby girl,” Takeru sighs out- grinning like a bastard as he does. “Weren’t you listening?”

A big hand curls into your hair, pulls you up to stand on shaking legs, and Keigo licks his lips whenever his father jerks your head back, as the old man leers down at you with a smile.

“I’m your daddy now, princess,” he drawls, talons of his free hand drawing lazy circles over your stomach, tearing tiny rips into your soiled shirt. “And that over there is your new big brother. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and say hi to your nii-san?”

#kdjfkjdsklfjkdsjfklsd #i'm maybe a third of the way through it i think?#my goal is to finish it this weekend #but no promises #but god GOD does this make my brain go brrrrrrrrrrrr #tw noncon #tw faux incest #Anonymous

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totallyexhausted · 3 years

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Snippet- Be Better Than Me

Rick arched an eyebrow as Pink turned slightly; her eyes meeting the confusion and curiosity in his as she smirked. The doors opened slowly, creaking as they were forced open by two other mirages of human flesh, complete down to the male anatomy and overkilled muscles. Rick clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as the light flickered, the men entering the room, dragging another being harshly.

Pink chuckled slightly, and Rick lunged forward, the chains restraining his movements as he realized the third figure was Morty. His feet dragging slightly on the cement as the teenager struggled to gain any type of consciousness or strength in order to stand against the two men holding him up. His face bruised and bleeding, a cut tearing through his upper and bottom lip, across the bridge of his nose as blood still fell on his dirty yellow shirt.

The 17-year-old lifted his head slightly, his pale blue eyes meeting Rick’s momentarily as he tried to find his footing on legs that refused to stand. He whimpered lightly, realizing his lanky body wasn’t willing to cooperate. His vision wavering harshly as he tried to focus on the dimly lit room, on the flames dancing off the walls, on the wet feeling pained in his left side, or the dizzying fog invading his mind.

Rick growled as the men let Morty go, throwing him forward as the teenager collapsed against the cold ground, his face smacking loudly against the floor. Pink laughed as she dug a hand through his grandson’s hair, yanking his face from the floor so his eyes once again met Rick’s; pain, trust… disappointment surrounding his pupils before the 17-year-old groaned slightly.

“YOU BITCH!” Rick yelled, lunging forward again and gritting his teeth once more as the metal clasped around his wrists ate at the flesh. Pink snorted, letting the teenager’s hair go as he smacked once more against the cement. She turned, smirking, “Ah ah ahh, now. Is that really any way to talk to a lady? It seems as though your pet had better manners than you.”

Rick let out a breath, his eyes fixed on her. Anger rising in his chest as he connected with the unmoving form of his grandson. Blood was beginning to stain against the floor, spreading from a wound on his side as the teenager failed to move, failed to show any indication that he was still hanging onto consciousness. Rick cleared his throat, “Morty! M-Morty, listen, I’m goin-going to get us out of here! I’ll fix this!”

Pink laughed again, her voice echoing around the room as it bounced from the darkest corners in the chamber. She met Rick’s eyes, a grin forming on her face as she slammed her foot against one of the teenager’s hands. Morty screamed loudly. The cries emanating, covering any other sound in the room, and Rick flinched. He swallowed, tears pricking his eyes, and Rick grit his teeth as the teenager screamed again, pulling his hand closer to himself as Pink raised an eyebrow. The sound of bones breaking under force echoing in Rick’s ears as the teenager drew in a strained breath.

Rick took a slow breath as he calmed himself, “I’m going to-to fucking kill you!”

Pink shook her head, amusement masking her features as she took a step towards Rick; her arms crossed, “Oh really? You and what Army? See, I know you, Rick Sanchez. I know everything there is to know about all the other Ricks. After all, you’re not the first Rick or Morty to come stumbling into my territory… But… I must say… you smell much different than the others before you…”

She took a deep breath causing the older man to grimace slightly, “Thanks. It’s the lack of bathing and alcoholism.”

“Hm. All that wit. Hiding the enemy lurking in the shadows- the true Rick Sanchez. Such a pity, such a disappointment society must be to you as you are to it. Tell me, Rick, do you know what I am?” Pink asked, stepping around Morty. She took a few steps forward, wiping her hand over the dust, grime and blood covering the walls; letting the black dirt fall from her hand slowly.

Rick moved a hand, the chains once again jingling, “Really ugly?”

Pink smirked, her fingers once again meshing against the disgusting wall, “My kind, although few thanks to intergalactic terrorism, has the ability to see into one’s mind. To read into their deepest darkest parts of themselves. To learn the things hidden away, buried so deep, locked so tightly in the worst part of a being’s soul.”

“Sounds fun. I can-can accom-omplish the same thing with a few barrier reactors, a screwdriver, and a bicycle- a bicycle helmet,” Rick stared blankly, looking at his left hand as he tried squirming it from the chains gripped around his wrist. The metal digging harshly, blood lining his arm as the chain gave slightly. Pink snorted, moving closer, “You doubt my ability, then?”

“Oh boy, here we go,” Rick rolled his eyes, huffing, “The only thing I doubt, is that you do birthday parties on the weekends in order to maintain a rather clownish and some-somewhat de-demeaning flesh of a-of a wo-woman.”

Silence occupied the room, and Rick paused for a moment; his wrist throbbing as blood coated the chains, making it slippery, making it relatively easier to yank his hand free. Either that or dislocate it in order to try and figure a way out of here. He shivered slightly, freezing for a moment as stillness blanketed the room, and Morty groaned, moving slightly.

Fingers smacked against Rick’s face, pressing his chin and cheeks violently together as the hand pried his eyes away from his grandson. Fingernails digging into his face as Rick’s eyes connected with Pink’s, a crazed grin plastered against skin pulled too tightly across her face; her eyes lifeless and cold, sparkling with what Rick could only assume was the real alien harboring the pound of flesh like a puppet.

“You doubt me, then?” She growled, her teeth chipped and rotting as she smiled. Nails digging harder into his flesh, spit splattering against his face, and Rick grit his teeth as pain rose from his neck, exploding through his head as his vision faded, as the world faded and the pain etched into his skin from sharp red nails, dug deep enough to rip the flesh from his bones…

“Rick, I’ll say it for the last time! This is my house! And you will not plan a rebellion for the space war or whatever in my house!” Jerry yelled, walking down the stairs. He tripped slightly, missing the last two steps and stumbled into the wall with a soft thud. Rick watched amused as the younger man quickly tried to straighten himself; a wavering stern look washed across his face as he once again tried to show a dominance that they both knew wasn’t there. The older man rolled his eyes and turned back towards his project as Jerry repeated the statement.

Rick groaned loudly, “Jesus, Jerry. It’s the Dark Intergalactic Cause. You sound like a fucking moron when you say space an-and war. Look, if you can’t remember, call them the DIC Group.”

Jerry growled slightly, mumbling something under his breath as Beth handed her father a screwdriver. She smiled towards Jerry then her dad, “Well, I think it sounds like fun. Maybe you should lighten up, Jerry.”

Rick snorted, flipping a screw across the table as he turned towards the younger man, crossing his arms, “Y-yeah, maybe you should-should lighten up, Jer-ry…

Pain slicing through his left shoulder as Rick slammed his head against the boulder behind him. Screams heard from the dust clouding the atmosphere, and someone screamed his name as bullets and blasts flew through the air. Rick swallowed, gripping his shoulder, looking momentarily at the blood gushing from the stupid wound, before pushing himself away from the rock; his gun gripped hard in his right hand.

Bird-Person flew above him, dropping an atom bomb in the distance, the explosion sending a horrific gush of copper filled air across the crumbling planet. Rick coughed harshly, stumbling as he grabbed at the portal gun hidden in his lab coat; waiting to use it; waiting for…

“Daddy!”

Rick turned, dropping his coat on the floor as Beth ran to greet him. Her blonde pigtails jumping wildly as she ran across the hall, and Rick bent down, a huge smile radiating from his face. The 5-year-old threw herself at her father, laughing loudly as he swung her around gently.

She pressed her little hands against his face, smiling widely; her two front teeth missing from the other night. A small Power-Rangers Band-Aid plastered against her left cheek from playing outside. She dug her hands in her pockets quickly, pulling out another Band-Aid, placing it on Rick’s forehead as he carried her into the kitchen.

Rick threw a confused look towards his wife before Beth pressed her hands against his face once more, “I missed you, Daddy! We’re playing Doctor! Wanna play with us…

Blood. There was so much fucking blood. Coating his body in a shield as the lifeless body of his grandson laid a few feet away, his eyes fixed on Rick in a dull stare of a dead reminder. God, there was so much fucking blood.

Rick gagged harshly, throwing his body to the left as he vomited. Blood soaked hands wiping at his mouth as he shakily reached a hand towards Morty. There was so much fucking blood…

“Stop,” Rick mumbled weakly as his vision cleared and the pain evaded, nails releasing his face and the older man closed his eyes, glancing down at the floor. He swallowed loudly as Pink stepped away, chuckling softly, “Family. Really, Rick? Oh, honey. But you are nothing more than a poison injected in the blood of those you love. A drug. A fatal toxicity promising adventure. Tell me, are you even the real Rick Sanchez? Or did he die years ago?”

Rick swallowed again, breathing through his nose several times as the memories began to fade from his mind. As the hurt began to fade further in the background, and he cleared his throat as he looked up slowly, “Don’t flatter yourself. You know there isn’t such a thing as a real Rick Sanchez.”

Pink faltered, turning halfway back to face him, “Such a lie you’ve wrapped yourself in. All hidden by an old white little lab coat…”

“Sorry, next time I’ll be s-sure to wear a fucking tux-tuxedo,” Rick interjected, wincing quietly as he struggled again to pull his left wrist from his imprisonment. He felt the skin pull, sliding somewhat from the thick metal.

“What a simple mind. Filled with so much greatness. So much trust… love for his family. For you. Does he even know the truth? The truth about everything? About you? Does he even know who you are?” Pink stated. Rick felt a shiver run down his spine as he glanced back up, glaring towards the woman standing over his grandson’s limp form.

The older man growled, “Don’t you fucking touch him!”

Silence again. Embracing the dark room in a constant reminder of things and opportunities missed. And Rick felt his heartbeat quicken as he held Pink’s gaze; refusing to look away; refusing to break the threat he held against her. She snorted slightly before turning back towards the teenager, her hand gently tracing a cut on his lip like a mother soothing her child, “Why? What are you going to do about it? All chained and beaten? Besides… I think you’ve done more damage to him than I ever could in an eternity.”

The older man’s expression faltered, and he swallowed, hard. His eyes dancing over the stilled emotion on his grandson’s face; guilt sitting heavily in his stomach, and Rick fought the urge to gag as nausea coursed through his body, pulling his hand harder against the chains.

She was right. Rick knew she was right. Morty had been a kid- hell, he was still a kid. Only 17. Something Rick always seemed to forget. And whether he liked it or not, the kid was his grandson… whatever the hell that meant. He was his blood. Vulnerable. Susceptible. Following blindly as Rick drug him through realities, horrors, nightmares that could kill him- that had killed him. And yet, he trusted Rick with an unending love that he would never receive in return. He trusted Rick because Morty believed so fiercely that his life was nothing compared to a single smidge of his grandfather. And Rick knew- he knew the thoughts that haunted the kid every time, every silence parted between the teenager’s lips, every moment of unfocused emotion fixed on nothingness, the tears heard through paper-thin walls and red stains left unwashed in the bathroom sink- Rick knew. He’d seen the scars. The dark lines tanned against his grandson’s arms- the emotion hidden so damn deep behind a disguise of stupidity, bravery and that goddamn determination to prove himself enough. Rick fucking knew. And he never said anything… he couldn’t.

Morty had grown from the weird kid he’d once been. Fuck, he was still weird and awkward, but he was colder, harder, quieter, and he stopped worrying about everything somewhere along the way. He was devoid of things that phased other kids his age; still concerned with a girl out of his league, but no longer chasing after her like a lovestruck puppy. He’d matured into his own thought, towering over the young and pathetic memories of his youth. He reserved himself to isolation and solitude, creating a demeanor who would rather convey his emotions to himself in peace, and letting the world show their opinions of him. Letting society decide how they viewed him rather than fight against it. Because everything was bullshit, and nothing really mattered. A philosophy he had adopted from Rick, and one he lived by… one he’d die by.

Rick grimaced as he yanked his left hand free, busying himself as he tried freeing his other hand; trying to remember if he had any gadgets that could help him.

“Tell me, Rick,” Pink said softly, still caressing the teenager’s face gently, “Has he even seen the real Rick Sanchez crawling beneath your skin? Such rage. Such destruction. So much blood on your hands that not even the purest Rick or Morty could absolve you of yourself. Has he seen what you’re truly capable of?”

Rick paused, and glanced down at the floor, pressing his lips together as the question reached him. He heard shifting and looked up slowly to see Pink turning towards him, and he slammed his hand back to the chains on his left. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, “A pity, really. What pain it must cause you to look at him. To lock away everything in your past that is their future. How it must feel to hide yourself away from everyone because you’re so afraid they’ll see you for what you really are.”

Rick belched loudly, “A badass fucking sc-scientist?”

“A monster. An evil greater than anything lurking in the depths of the universes, greater than anything hiding among the other realities.”

The older man bit the bottom of his lip. His eyes grasping between Pink then his grandson then Pink.

All of the infinite universes, the infinite families and Ricks, the infinite realities he’d lived… hell, even he’d lost track of the reality he was born into. The reality he’d lost everything. The reality he’d destroyed… the reality he’d destroyed everything… burned, incinerated, broken into so many fucking pieces that not even he could put back together again. The reality he’d fucked so hard he couldn’t fix… the reality that’d seen him; truly seen him, seen his anger, seen his rage, what he could do, what he was capable of. Because he’d lost… himself, everything. The infinite universes all boiling down to that tiny fucking and insignificant reality that he’d destroyed himself; creating the shitshow of everything he was fighting for today. The reality he had killed himself, killed what it meant to be human.

Humanity. Humans. Weak and small. Pathetic and unimportant. The human race was weak and puny compared to the adventures lurking in the skies that he chased so desperately in the voids. Humans were weak. Sloppy. So many fucking emotions all wrapped in a wimpy fleshy suit of goopy matter. They were so easily replaced. Easily forgotten…

Despite everything, despite the Citadel, despite the vast realities and universes, Rick never had the fucking heart to tell Morty the truth… to tell him what really happened; he never had the heart to tell him about the one true Rick and Morty. About Beth. About everything he’d fucked up beyond repair; about the mess he’d created… and the inevitable end that hung over Rick as he haloed countless deaths, tragic and bitter, all his fault… including Morty’s own. Morty’s death… his end; that was something Rick couldn’t bring himself to face, but he couldn’t forget it either. Because it hadn’t happened yet, but Rick had already lived it.

Rick sighed, “…it’s better this way. It’s better he doesn’t know.”

“Why? You think it’ll protect him? How stupid you must be. You really don’t see it, do you?” Pink stepped closer, confusion etched into the tighter corners of her features; her flesh beginning to droop slightly as her form was starting to lose shape. She ran a hand over her face, fixing the wrinkles sagging under her eyes and mouth. She took another breath, stepping forward again, “You can’t see how much you’ve destroyed him. His mind, his thoughts, his emotions. How much hurt you’ve painted on his body; the nightmares and horrors you’ve created in the darkest parts of his mind; a darkness you’ve crafted out of the safe reality he knew, and the twisted pain and hatred you’ve fashioned out of what should have been happiness, love, and joy. Such innocence he once possessed. And yet, you fail to realize that the more you try to protect him, the more you try to save him, the more you destroy him. You fail to realize you’ve killed him… and you’re slowly killing anything that’s left.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Rick grit his teeth, “When I get out of here, I’m-I’m going to rip that stupid flesh from you-your bones, you moronic fucking slug.”

Pink smirked as she turned slightly, “Oh, I don’t doubt that as I know who you really are. But first, I’m going to have some fun with your pet. Don’t look so worried, Rick, I’ll make sure he dies quickly.”

She turned back towards Morty; her skin crawling and shifting as she shed bones and flesh; as she shed humanity, crafting her own form as acidic saliva dripped from her mouth. Rick pulled his left hand free, yanking harshly at his right as he heard bones crack, blood pooling from the pressure on raw busted skin.

A laugh echoed around the room as the lights darkened; the fire dying quickly, and Rick pulled harder, winching as his right hand came free, and he fell forward; his wrist connecting with the cement, breaking fully as the dislocated bone jolted upright. He cursed loudly, pulling himself up as he struggled for the chains wrapped around his ankles, and Pink screamed.

A blast lit the room quickly before disappearing, and Rick froze; his fingers trembling against the cold metal still wrapped against his right ankle, and he glanced up. Darkness covered the room, followed by an eerie silence that sent chills across the room. Something fell against the ground as something much larger smack against the walls, vibrating the chains hanging through the small chamber and crashing through a softer part of the wall, filling the room with dust.

Rick coughed loudly as light filtered weakly through the dungeon, and he squinted as his eyes met the pink glob of the slug monster. He scanned the rest of the room, dust hanging thickly in the air. Rick’s fingers still pressed against the metal chains as he swallowed softly, “M-Morty?”

Something clattered across the room sliding from the dust covered air, stopping at Rick’s feet as retching echoed off the remaining walls. The older man glanced down at the small gun sitting at his feet, the tiny purple blaster was barely anything Rick would consider harmful; but aimed correctly, fired correctly, the small fucker would be able to fire enough to kill something. Rick’s eyes locked onto the blood smeared across the handle as retching once again filled the room, and he looked up again, scanning what little he could see.

“Mo-Morty? Where the fuck are you, you dipshit?” Rick yelled, pressing his hands once again against the metal. His fingernails pulling backwards and ripping as he struggled to pry the chains apart. The rough metal sliced through more flesh on his fingers, and Rick cursed as blood began to drip down his hands.

Something moved, and Rick flinched as warm hands covered his, pushing his shaking hands away from the metal. Rick sucked in a steady breath as he traced over the busted knuckles and dried blood scabbed on the abused flesh; huge black and green bruises covering the left hand from where Pink’s foot broke bones; bitten back winces still audible as fingers were forced to grasp rough metal; and Rick looked up, letting out another long silent breath.

Morty’s face was covered in blood which Rick hoped was mostly from Pink. Blood trailing from the cuts on his face as his eyes, slightly unfocused, concentrated on the stupid metal. Dirt covered the teenager’s neck and shirt as holes tore through the old material. Bruises painted against dirty flesh, dotted with droplets of blood, and a bloody red mess gathering on the 17-year-old’s left side that looked more than painful.

Metal clattered to the ground as Rick’s eyes continued to trace over the damage. He rubbed his own wrist as it throbbed slightly, and Morty met his gaze. Unfocused blue eyes, lifeless and dull, pain hanging in the corners behind fake morality. Morty used to have Beth’s eyes; her bright blue eyes shining with so much wonder and life… but now, now, Rick feared the kid mirrored his own reflection more than anything else. You fail to realize you’ve killed him…

Morty swallowed slightly, choking on the dust surrounding them and blood ran down his chin slowly as he wiped it with his shoulder. He smiled faintly, “You oka-okay, Rick?”

Rick nodded lightly before finding his voice, “Wow. Those fu-fuckers really did a number on you, huh, kid?”

Morty’s eyebrows drew together as he wiped more blood from his chin. He sighed loudly, bending down to grasp the stupid purple blaster between shaky fingers. He swallowed again, “I-I’ll be fine. Let’s just go. I just want to go home.”

His voice was barely audible. Quiet and meek. Making Rick’s skin crawl as he hung onto every syllable. His mind racing as he wondered how Morty’s last few days differed from his own. The torture, the questions, the dimly lit dungeon…

Morty swallowed again, wincing as he turned, grasping the blaster in his hand as he walked towards the door. He grit his teeth as he forced his body to straighten, the wound on his right thigh busting open again and the slick feeling of blood trailing down his leg, meshing against socks that were no longer soft nor white. The last few days, weeks, fuck- months, had been hell. The time spent with Rick, the time at school, with people Morty thought were his friends, and the shitty idea of something bigger in the universes that deserved Morty as he was, all plagued from the twisted crappy mind of a youthful and Disney-inspired child that he had tried to kill.

The plan wasn’t supposed to go this way, that was for damn sure; but, considering Morty hadn’t had much of a plan when Rick convinced him to steal some Draxonen crystals, and the teenager’s own brilliant idea of stealing some weird looking weapon, Morty wasn’t really surprised it went the way it went. Besides, the pain plaguing his ribs, thigh, shit- the majority of his body, felt nice. It made him feel… alive. Something he hadn’t felt since his fight with Jessica’s boyfriend because he found out that her and Morty had slept together… several times in fact.

Needless to say, the plan was screwed to begin with. And Rick’s stupid crystals he’d probably inhale the moment they were home, stabbed through the 17-year-old’s pocket, piercing the wound further on his thigh. Morty swallowed, resisting the urge to puke again as the stale taste of blood filled his mouth; the stupid cut on his lip refusing to stop bleeding.

Rick cleared his throat, and Morty glanced behind him briefly to see the old man watching him. The idea that part of their situation was due to Rick pissed the teenager off… the other part was hidden in his jacket pocket; the small weapon pulsing, and Morty grasped his hand around the object, biting the inside of his cheek as spikes pierced through the globe, eating away at the flesh on his palm.

Rick didn’t give a shit about him. Something the guards had made damn clear even though it’d been obvious for a long time now. And despite his grandfather telling Morty how little he meant to him, the 17-year-old had always managed to pull himself up, to convince himself that somewhere, somehow, deep down, there was something, something riding in his grandfather that cared for the teenager. But that was just childish bullshit. Because Rick didn’t care about anyone except himself.

Morty should have known, and honestly, he should have cared. But he didn’t. It’d been a long time since he cared about something or someone. Jessica had fucked around with him for practice, and Morty had been okay with that because he was sleeping with his middle school crush; his parents calling it quits every few weeks when all the teenager wanted to do was scream for them to separate, to get divorced because he couldn’t take their arguing anymore; and Summer- Summer was moving out next Fall to attend some university a few states over. And Morty… Morty wasn’t really sure there was a point anymore.

The 17-year-old pressed his shoulder against the wooden door as he glanced again towards Rick. The older man’s eyes still transfixed on him, but a small gadget willed between his fingers. Morty rolled his eyes as he inched the door apart to see the hallway better. Black shadows danced across the dusty brick, voices in languages the teenager didn’t recognize several feet away, and the sound of an alarm blaring in the distance...

#Snippet from fanfiction #rick and morty #morty angst #morty a badass #self-harm #depression #rick fucked up #morty smith #smith family #rick sanchez #i am obsessed with the emotions in this show #morty is not the same as in youth #death #trigger warning #kb

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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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Gangsta 🔰Spooky Diaz

Part 1

Warnings: smut, filth, oral (m), weed smoking

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Oscar Diaz x black plus sized reader

I pass the blunt to Abuelita as she cleans the blood off Oscars face “so you were the infamous Loca? I had heard about you and thought you were ruthless” Abuelita hits off the blunt coughing. We both look at her “that’s some good shit”

“Yea well I still am just toned down a bit more” he hisses as she hits a spot on him

Abuelita takes a puff and passes it to Oscar “listen. I would never put you or Cesar in danger. I love you both too much for that” I can see Oscar is pissed. Now whether it’s the pain or the fact that I didn’t tell him about my past is unknown.

“You put yourself in danger Y/N. Not only you but Cesar. And who the fuck taught him how to drive?”

“I did” He closes his eyes and Abuelita finishes

“Oscar you have to realize she went out and killed someone for you. That’s the type of shit that’ll land people in jail but as long as they know you’re well the person who did it doesn’t care”

“Exactly” he stands tall

“Thanks Abuelita” She smiles taking the blunt

“I’m keeping this”

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We get home and Oscar sits on the couch sighing and rubbing his eyes. I sit next to him putting my hand on his thigh “Oscar I hope your not mad at me”

“I just don’t want you to do anything like that again”

“What do you want me to let you die? As you know my name used to be Loca so I do a lot of crazy shit. And one thing I won’t tolerate is anyone messing with my papi” I say. He chuckles.

“Your like a little chihuahua” he says leaning forward to kiss me. “I’m gonna go take a shower”

He stands up going upstairs to the bathroom. I go to our bedroom getting on my phone hearing the shower run.

I scroll through some videos and get horny. Not down there I just really wanna suck him off and hear his moans. I stand up pulling my hair up. I open the door and see him standing there with a towel clung to his waist dripping wet. He stops there staring at me and I sink to my knees watching his eyes follow me.

“Let me show you how loyal I am” I pull off his towel grabbing his semi-hard dick. I put him in my mouth feeling it grow. I start bobbing my head pushing him to the back of my throat. He purses his lips showing me his dimples and I smile. I pull his dick out letting a string of spit collect from my tongue to his tip. I tap his dick on my lips.

“You nasty bitch” he smiles “keep going” he moans

I use both hands to work his shaft. He grips the wall and his other hand moves my head further. I play with his balls looking him dead in the eyes.

Oscar moves his weight to the wall using both hands to steady my head and fuck my face throwing his head back letting out large pants and moans. I gag and gargle on his dick holding his thoughts while tears fall from my eyes “shit”

Oscar comes in my mouth emptying his load pretty quick. I massage his balls sucking out everything he has and I come off him with a pop. I come up smiling innocently.

“Mami you make me loco”

“That’s why my name is Loca” I wink

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just-call-me-johnny-archive · 3 years

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@vindication-thy-name-is-dwight

It’s the night of the first big Q + A, and already the room is filling with guests, all seated at their assigned tables with numbered paddles, not much unlike the ones used for auctions. It would make things go a lot smoother than without. It’s less than an hour from start time and most of the attendants are already in the back, getting ready or just shaking out last-minute nerves. It is rather new for the company to be so public.

The hallways are empty save for some guides to make sure that all guests make their way to the event room (and don’t have the opportunity to stray or sneak around). The hangar has long been closed off for any more arrivals. The staff is just about done taking inventory of every last one of the ships and vehicles. After they finish the last few rows, they block off the entrance to the hangar, standing in front of the locked door as the last few stragglers make their way to the Q+A room.

When all has been silent for more than two minutes, Johnny cautions rising from his lowered seat in his own ship. He can’t believe that Senor Diablo actually kept his word; he supposes he shouldn’t be too surprised; the Devil would know better that he’d never hear the end of it if he did cross Johnny in that way.

Johnny flips on the light in the ship, looking over the controls and taking it all in. He turns on the navigation screen and finds that his destinations are already pre-loaded. He frowns when he thinks about the Devil reading his thoughts for the coordinates, but he’s truthfully glad. Less to worry about so he can leave already.

He pauses, now thinking about his last interaction with Dwight. Telling him he’d see him later. Knowing that he would more than likely not- that it would be a while until they’d see each other again. But Johnny has already made up his mind; he won’t let Vargas continue to control their lives like this. He’s going to finish this and then he can go home.

Johnny boots up the ship and light floods across the considerable isle. It’s a rather large cruiser- has enough room for a small crew. He can’t imagine why Senor Diablo would give him such a large one. Perhaps to let the loneliness sink in ever deeper as he travels. Once the lights pop on in the main cabin, Johnny jumps and scrambles back into the corner of his seat, gasping.

There was a very pale, skinny, and well-dressed man in the ship with him and it was not Dwight Dwicky.

The stranger grabs Johnny by the neck and throws him down onto the ground, pinning him there. “Remember me?”

Johnny hisses at the explosion of black stars as his head makes an impact on the floor. He grips the one hand holding him down with both of his own, yanking and scratching. He struggles to get a good look at his assailant before his torso is stomped on. He coughs up some blood and refocuses his hold on the boot planted on top of his organs.

“Well, I guess it has been a while, hasn’t it?” The other man leans down, no longer choking Johnny, now grabbing the smaller man by the front of his shirt. He reels back his fist and lands a punch right onto the nose as he ends his question.

“But it does make me sad that you’ve forgotten all about me.”

Johnny holds his face as he reaches for a knife with his other hand until his arm is painfully twisted behind his back and the other is taken hostage as well. His attacker gets right into his face with a sadistic, glee-filled grin as he yanks Johnny’s face up by his hair.

“After all, we are brothers of the mind.”

Recognition hits Johnny all at once and he utters a vengeful snarl. “Why am I not surprised that I’d eventually see your ugly mug again.” He spits in the other’s face. “And once more, we are not brothers of any kind. I could have sworn my first lesson would have sufficed for you, but clearly I am mistaken.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, bitch,” Jimmy says, shoving a gag into Johnny’s mouth and duct-taping it into place. “Could never forget that you talk too damn much.”

“Can’t let you ruin the surprise, so I’ll have to let you sit there nice and comfy for the time being. Your prince charming should be coming around any time soon and the real fun will begin.”

Johnny fumes silently under the heat of the tape and the material jammed in his mouth. He attempts to wriggle his fingers and then arms and finds that the most he can do is maneuver his fingers and not much else. His knives are all in rather hard-to-reach places with his hands tied like this. He also realizes that sometime during the assault, Jimmy had tied his legs together as well. Nothing was budging.

He glares at his captor, looking around for another way to possibly signal for help- or at least to warn his partner and whoever else would come looking. Besides- what had he meant by Dwight coming? What reason would his partner have to believe that he’s in the hangar?

Johnny tries to focus on his ice powers to see if he could freeze the rope and snap it like a toothpick, but to his shock, the material seems to be unaffected.

“You don’t think that after all this time I’ve spent watching you, I didn’t take into account that you’re some type of Elsa bitch now? Let me commend you; your lessons were all well-learned and gave me much to think about while I was planning exactly what to do to you. You’re not getting out of this that easily.”

"Now just sit there and relax. Help is on the way."

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thesightstoshowyou · 4 years

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Big Bad Wolf

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Jesse likes to chase and you have no choice but to run.

Warnings: Predator/prey, knife play, oral, daddy kink, period sex, creampie

I’m back on my bullshit. Blame my uterus.

Your panting breaths bounce off the concrete walls, blending with the sound of your frantic footsteps until all you can hear is your panic. There’s no way you’re going to be able to hear him approach when you’re making all this racket. Be calm, you must breathe.

You round a corner, another endless gray hallway stretching before you. Where the fuck has he brought you? You wrinkle your nose as the sharp scent of bleach burns your nostrils. Overhead, florescent lights flicker and you press your back against the cool wall as you try to reign in your noisy breathing.

You listen intently, straining your ears to hear any other movement besides your own. Your head swings wildly left and right, searching the hall for the glint of a chrome mask. Thank goodness for these fluorescents—

As if on cue, the lights go out with a click and you’re plunged into darkness. You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your terrified shriek. Great. Now you’re really screwed.

A blood chilling rattle greets your ears—knife dragging on concrete—and you flinch, pushing away from the wall to hone in on the sound. Sparks fly to your right and you realize he’s closer than you thought. Heart shooting up into your throat, you turn on your heel and stumble, catching yourself on the wall and pushing away. You feel the whoosh as the knife plunges through air behind you, missing you by inches.

You skid around the corner, sprinting down the next long hallway, almost completely blind in the gloom. You keep your arms raised awkwardly in front of you for fear you’re going to slam headlong into a wall and knock yourself out.

Heavy boot falls echo off the walls and you have to bite back the scream that threatens to give you away. You do your best to ignore the realization that you’re completely fucked. He has night vision on that camera, there’s no way he isn’t going to find you….

You nearly collide with a wall, shoes sliding on the slippery floor as you stagger to a halt. With a grunt you land on your ass instead, quickly jumping to your feet and feeling along the wall for the next turn. Wall meets wall under your palms and your heart sinks.

Hastily, you feel in the opposite direction, only to end up in another corner. A dead end. You whip around and find the red light of Chromeskull’s camera poised at the other end of the hall. It illuminates his shoulder and half his mask, creepy design made more terrifying by the crimson light glinting off chrome.

Your lungs burn as you try to suck in air, racing thoughts struggling to form a plan, something, anything that could save you. You jerk when he takes a step, then two more before coming to a stop again. He’s teasing you, trying to make you panic.

Light from his phone screen illuminates the rest of his mask and you wince when you hear the screaming words he’s typed:

‘Big Bad Wolf has Little Red backed into a corner.’

“My, what a big ego you have,” you spit back, dropping into a crouch, preparing for his approach.

‘Ready or not.’ He launches himself at you then, racing toward you with frightening speed. Red light glints off his blade and you duck just in time, sparks flying when steel connects with the wall. You scramble past on hands and knees, pushing to your feet and launching yourself down the hall, but something catches on your ankle and you crash to the ground, sliding on the floor and tearing open your knees and palms.

“Fuck,” you grunt, reaching blindly for the wall to haul yourself to your feet. You bloody palm meets fabric instead of concrete and you freeze, head raising slowly until your gaze meets glowing red chrome. A boot presses into your chest, shoving you back to the floor and knocking the air from your lungs.

You cough and gasp when the foot lifts from your chest, but immediately still when a sharp blade meets your throat. Chromeskull crawls over you, straddling your hips. He taps the flat of his knife against your cheek and you huff in annoyance.

“Yeah, you won, I noticed. Not really fair when only one of us has night vision,” you grumble. You watch the camera light bob up and down with Jesse’s silent laughter.

‘Go fuck yourself,’ you sign in mock irritation. Truthfully, you’re biting back a smile.

‘Think I’ll fuck you instead,’ he signs back and your eyebrows raise.

“Really romantic location you picked—

He doesn’t let you finish your snarky comment, instead slipping the knife under your shirt and sawing through the fabric. You suck in a breath when you feel the sting of the blade as it nicks your abdomen. Warmth spills down your waist to drip onto the floor.

Jesse leaves the half-shredded shirt hanging off your arms and moves to your jeans, slipping the blade under the button and popping it clean off your pants. It clatters across the chilly floor, disappearing in the darkness. You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Must he destroy all your clothes?

Your pants fall open and he tugs them down your hips, only freeing one leg before sliding the knife between your hip and underwear, toying with the band. His fingers, clothed in black nitrile, push your panties to the side and teasingly stroke your folds. You whimper and are about to ask for more when you remember you’re wearing a tampon.

“Oh, Jesse, I’m on—

In a flash, the flat of the knife is against your lips, cool steel commanding silence. You wonder if you should press your luck, shaky breath fogging the shiny surface of the blade, but you yelp when he tugs the string, yanking the tampon from your bleeding cunt and tossing it behind him. So, he knew.

His fingers replace the cotton and you let your eyes flutter closed when he strokes your walls, curling the digits to make you arch off the floor. His thumb finds your clit and you moan against metal. An idea strikes you then that has the corner of your mouth twitching up in a sly grin.

Making eye contact with his camera, you drag your tongue up the blade hovering over your mouth. You hear Jesse wheeze behind his mask. He rips his fingers from your cunt and you groan irritably at the loss. His hand goes to your hair and he hauls you to your knees, his other fingers ripping his pants open.

Warm, hard flesh meets your lips and you open wide for him. His thick cock stretches your jaw uncomfortably and you gag when you feel him on the back of your tongue. The hand in your hair forces your further down the shaft until you’re swallowing him into your throat. Jesse bucks his hips, sloppily fucking your throat, knife returning to your face to hang threateningly near your ear.

You moan between gags, hear your spit splattering onto the floor, feel tears streaking down your hot cheeks. You must look a mess on the camera screen. Your hands go to his ass, pulling him closer in a move you know will destroy his resolve.

Another haggard breath leaves his mask and he pulls you off his cock, hands slotting under your armpits and heaving you off the floor. He lifts you clean off your feet, slamming you into the wall and pinning you there with his thighs. You wrap your legs around his hips, whining and grinding your aching, slippery pussy along the length of his spit-soaked cock.

You glance up when he doesn’t move and you find his head tilted to the side expectantly. He’s waiting for something. Again, you must fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Please, daddy,” you beg, allowing yourself to sound as desperate as you feel, “I need your cock, please fuck me—

He must be impatient tonight because he doesn’t make you finish, instead gripping your ass, shifting your weight to his hands and lining up. You scream when he slams home, impaling you in one smooth thrust. The knife handle rests in his palm, between the flesh of your ass and his hand, so the flat of the blade digs into your skin with each harsh pump of his hips.

You wince when it stings, sharp edge cutting into your flesh, but Jesse acts oblivious, gaze and camera focused intently on the bloody cock popping in and out of your slit. He shuffles his feet so you can lean back further and he jackhammers you into the wall until you forget about the knife slicing your ass.

Your hands fist the lapels of his suit jacket, knuckles turning white as your screams ricochet off the walls, “Daddy, daddy, yeah, yes, fuck, yes, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease….”

You hear the knife clatter to the floor as Jesse leans in and you press your lips to the cold teeth on his mask, your hot breath fogging up the surface as you moan his name. You tense, the spring of pleasure coiling within you ready to snap. You feel Jesse shaking against your palms so you wait, poised at the edge, ready to fall when he does.

Jesse’s hips buck faster, your cue, and your head falls back, lips parting in a silent cry as delicious heat washes over you in waves. More warmth spills into your belly when Jesse releases a long breath. The sticky combination of blood and cum leaks around his cock to drip onto the floor.

You pry your legs away from his waist and slowly he lowers you until your feet touch the floor. You grip the wall to steady yourself, wobbly knees threatening to buckle. Jesse always makes sure your cunt remembers him the next day.

“Where’s the exit in this god forsaken place?” you ask, shimmying back into your jeans, wincing when the fabric rubs against your lacerated rear. You peer up and down the hall as though the orange ‘Exit’ sign is going to miraculously show itself. You frown up at Jesse when he shakes his head.

‘Round two, baby,’ he signs.

“No way, Jess, c’mon, I can hardly walk—

Jesse shoves you down the hall and you stumble, barely managing to keep your feet under you. Incredulously, you stare back at him and he looks at his watch, tapping the face of it with the knife. Holding up his hand, he walks his fingers through the air, indicating you should move.

“Fuck me,” you mutter, turning on your heel and limping down the hall. The screeched words from his phone send a jolt of adrenaline through your limbs and you will yourself to run:

‘Your ass is next, Little Red.’

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