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⤷❝Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | Snow is his own warning, blood play , knife play, mentions of killing, somnophilia, pussy spanking, impact play (Coryo spanks your ass like twice), riding, mating press, overstimulation if you squint, squirting, dub-con if you squint, fucked up lovesick! reader, fucked up dark! Snow, predator/prey dynamics if you squint, degradation, pinv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), creampie | lmk if I forgot anything

⇢☾Pairing: Ghostface! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: You're trying to outrun Ghostface, you fail and find out that he's your bestie and your love Coriolanus Snow, smut ensues despite the circumstances

⇢☾A/N: DARK CONTENT AHEAD, read this ast your own risk, do not romanticize!

Ps: i love this, depending on the response/feedback I get, I might write more Ghostface! Coryo

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‘Run, run, run’, your mind kept thinking, as the burn of pushing past the wind and all the halls made your legs go weak. You wanted to tear your ears off so you could mute all the screams that were echoing.

You didn't want to die. Fuck it. You're not gonna die.

One of the two Ghostfaces was chasing you, fast but slower than you. Something in your mind told you that they were playing with you. You were just a prey and the predator was being merciful by letting you live for the last time.

Alarms set off in your mind as you dash into an empty classroom, hoping that he will walk past it. You hide behind the door, praying to whoever is above for safety. Nobody listened.

The door to the classroom was opened and you knew it in your bones that you were doomed. That you had to fight, even if you're terrible at it. The creaking sound of the door sent shivers down your spine, your mind going haywire as heavy steps echoed into the empty.

“You can come out, baby,” he said, as he walked in without closing the door, “otherwise you won't get any kindness from me, bird.” The nicknames felt familiar to you but you pay it no mind. As he walks further into the classroom, you decide to slowly get out of your hiding spot to walk out of the door and take a run from it.

You can do it, can't you?

The answer was a no because even when you managed to take a step outside of the classroom, you were yanked back in, and thrown to the floor. The infamous Ghostface is in front of you with a shiny knife that makes your heart go wild but not in the right way. Fear and adrenaline fill your veins as you look around for any sort of weapon but to no avail.

“Don't you fucking come closer,” you snarl at them. “And what are you gonna do if I do, princess? I don't see a prince charming to protect you here,” he mocks you as he kneels, his hand playing around the with the knife in a rather enticing manner. Your eyes pinned on how he played with the knife around, your breath hitching as you could imagine it carving into your skin not to kill you but. . .

You possibly couldn't blame yourself for your thoughts. You knew you had kinks, but you never had a chance to indulge. Your exes were vanilla and you respected that, you never trusted anyone enough to indulge in your fantasies. Except for one person though by accident, he should be safe in his apartment right now.

Coryo. Coryo was safe, he wasn't aware the friend group was going to break into the academy. Coryo had to be safe. Even if you die at the hands of this stranger tonight, Coryo should be fine. He was never part of the main crew after all. His name from the elitists fell due to his wealth being nonexistent, all that existed in Snow was him and his wit. So there's no possible reason for him to be targeted. Coriolanus was safe.

“Cat caught your tongue, doll?” The masked man taunts you, the voice modulator, his knife inching towards your cheek, the blunt side pressing onto your skin. “Fuck off,” you spit out, trying to crawl away from him but you had no strength left. No fight left in you. Your legs hurt, you can't think, and the rest of your friends are fighting or worse dead.

Tears begin to fill your eyes as you begin to think about them. Last you saw Sajanus, he was getting stabbed, Lucy had run, and Tigris… She was one of the killers, you couldn't wrap your head around that. You looked at Ghostface, a pathetic part of wanting to plead for your life but your ego won out. You spit onto their mask. “Fuck you!” you yelled at them.

A growl sounding feral even through the voice modulator could be heard. Ghostface grabs your jaw with his free hand, “You should know better than to do that, pet,” he smirks. He flipped the knife, the sharp end now digging into your skin, cutting up the layer of the cheek so beads of blood would drag themselves onto the knife.

A small whine left you, but it wasn't out of pain. Your body was readily confusing danger with your desires and there's nothing your mind could do about it. Ghostface lets out a chuckle, “Freaky bitch.” His hand was still grabbing your jaw, your legs pushed down by the weight of his body, there was no way for you to fight (you didn't want to) as he used his knife to pop the buttons of your shirt one by one. Your skin, every inch of your torso and chest was exposed to him.

This should have filled ice in your veins, but fire burned instead, you should have yelled at him to stop, plead, anything instead you tried to nip the urge of rubbing your thighs together. Fuck, this turned you on to no end. The thrill. The danger. You were so tired of being good. So what if you end up dead, at least you'll get a good fuck out of this.

His knife begins to cut fine lines onto your skin, near your bra, dragging along the underside of your clothed breast. Red begins to paint across your skin. “Fuck,” you whispered when the knife dug too deeply near your left hip, a long cut that felt like he was carving out a letter. You take multiple deep breaths, trying to keep the tears at the edge. “Stop!” you whispered, “Just kill me, stop.” The murderer didn't reply.

Something felt eerily familiar about him, the way something was carved onto your skin. You sit up a bit, and he doesn't stop you and your eyes fall to the cut he had finished on your hip. A ‘C’. No, no, no, no.

“Coryo,” you groan, in pain and shock. Tigris being one of the killers, you suppose it made sense. But what assured you was the fact Snow was always marking you up, a finger tracing the letters of his name onto your hand, or the tip of a pen inking you with his initials onto your skin. This time he did it with a knife, something so permanent. It was such a Coryo thing to do.

A soft distorted laugh comes out through the mask before his hand lifts it. Coriolanus Snow with his manic blue eyes and a feral grin, his blonde locks disheveled for once greeted you. “You're going to enjoy this, doll,”

“You- I-” You couldn't form a single thought, how could you? Your Coryo (both of you were nothing, both of you were something. So close to being with each other forever but too afraid to jump that hill) was a murderer, he was going to kill you. A boy whom you watched for years grow up to be a man despite the circumstances, whom you had shared your first kiss with and who was your first love and the one who got away because of your cowardice was going to kill you. You were going to die by his hands. Poets would make it seem romantic, dying at the hands of your love seems like a mercy.

It wasn't.

Anybody but him, you didn't want your love to be tainted with this. You didn't want your blood to be on his hands, not on your Snow. “Anyone but you,” you whispered, “Coryo, no!” You flinch away when he leans in and a glare forms in his eyes. “I won't hurt you, doll. You're one of the good ones. You're my pet,” he whispered, his knife pressing onto the bleeding wound of your skin. “I have trained you so well after all,” he smirks.

“What- what do you mean?” You gasp out, your mind on the edge of your sanity. “You aren't afraid, you aren't screaming, you aren't crying and whining like a bitch like those other motherfuckers, are you?” He grins, “It's because your body knows that I won't hurt you. I have trained you to feel safe around me. I am your savior, doll.” He leans in closer, his hot breath hitting your lips with his every word, “You enjoyed the run. You enjoyed the chase. You don't care about dying, you want to be fucked. You didn't know it was me but I bet your slutty cunt is soaking through those panties anyway."

“Am I lying?” He whispered, “Tell me it's a lie, tell me you aren't wet, that you weren't enjoying this and I'll leave.” You couldn't bring yourself to lie, not when you were lost in those eyes. Is this why people say love ends you? It was a weapon that Coryo knew he held, an invisible dragger against your throat. “I-” You wanted to lie, you wanted too, you swear.

Instead, you close the pathetic excuse of a gap between his lips and yours. Your hands grab at his robe, pulling him in as you kiss feverishly. Like he was the air itself, you couldn't breathe, not when both your lips and your tongues meet. The moan you let out of the contact made you realize you had nothing left to yourself. Your mind, your soul, and your marked body belonged to him. The price for falling for the devil. A price you gladly paid.

He breaks the kiss with a gasp, his face in a boyish grin you have seen from childhood. “I knew it. You're mine, dove. Mine.” With that he licks a strip of nearly dried blood from your cheek, dragging his tongue onto your cut and letting out a moan from the taste of iron onto his tongue. Your taste. You whimper as he continues to lav at the blood covering your face, cleaning you up like a dog would.

His cold hands find their way to your back, playing with your bra clasp before finally freeing your breasts from their confines. He pulls back, throwing the knife far away from you both (did it matter? He would win in a fight anyway). His palms knead your breasts, as his needy lips keep pressing against yours.

“Is this real?” He asked, breathless. His fingers roll your nipples until they harden under his touch. You moan in response as your nipples keep getting teased, a sharp gasp leaves as he pinches the nipples hard. “Real or not real?”

“Real,” you whimper, “Real. Real. Real. Real. Coryo, I love you!” He lets out a growl as he hears your confession, his attention towards your breasts getting rougher as he drags his tongue across the canvas of your skin, his teeth marking you up wherever they pleased.

“Of course, you do, baby. I made it so,” he whispered, when his mouth meets your taut nipple, his lips wrapping themselves around the bud to suck as one of his hands was on your back and his opposite hand giving your breast rougher attention. Meanwhile, your hands had found their way into his robes, sliding them off so his shirt and his pants were in view. Your fingers immediately begin to unbutton his shirt to the best of their abilities, your mind not sure whether to focus on the task or the delicious heat of his mouth around your sensitive nub.

Coryo deciding to have mercy (he was sick of your uncoordinated hands, how pathetic you were) took it upon himself to undress while being on task. His lips left to find a home in the cuts he made all over his chest, the small cuts stinging from his licks. But the pain was delicious, could it be considered pain at all with how much you loved it? You suppose not. This was a pleasure, all pleasure given to you by a monster.

His toned muscles came into your view, your hands flying to his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulders causing him to hiss, he was down to your hips now. Near your mark, his initial carved so beautifully against your skin. He had to admire it, he had no choice but to.

“Such a pretty doll. My canvas, I can't wait to have you all to myself, am gonna mark you so nice,” his eyes meet yours. “You have no choice but to let me.”

He pressed a kiss to the deep cut, the blood from it made a mess on the floor. You suspected the only reason you were conscious was because of adrenaline alone. His lips are red with your blood pressed onto your lips, making you taste yourself. You moan, letting yourself be familiarized with the taste for the future.

Your hands find solace in his blonde locks as his hands unbutton your pants. “Let's see how slutty my pet is,” he whispered. He slides off your pants and underwear in one go, his fingers pressing into your heat, gathering the arousal onto his fingertips. He shakes his head, looking displeased (he was more than pleased inside, don't worry), “What a whore.” He pulls his fingers back and strings of your arousal follow. Then smack, smack, smack. Three slaps were delivered to your pussy making you jolt and moan wantonly. Your eyes widen and your cunt begins to ache, reddening from his actions, your clit puffing up and twitching, needing more.

“Please,” you plead, your voice weak, your vision blurry, you need to feel him inside before you black out. “Please, please, Coryo, baby,” you begin to babble, your mind a mess. You feel a kiss on your forehead. “Let go, dove,” he whispered, “I'm gonna keep you safe.”

You wanted to laugh at his words. His actions were the opposite of safe. It was anything but. However, your body had relaxed in his hold, your mind blanking out.

Your mind comes back to reality after hours. You open your eyes to meet pitch black, your body not on the hard cold floor of the academy classroom but on something soft. A bed. “Coryo,” you called, your voice filled with fear.

“Coryo,” you whispered again, turning your body to meet with another warm body. Coryo.

You let out a sigh of relief, and the pain of the incident now settled into your bones, like a distant buzz. You nuzzle into Coriolanus' chest, one of your arms around him. You realize both of you were naked. Completely utterly bare, skin on skin. Your breath hitches, feeling the heat coursing through your body again as you feel his soft cock onto your thigh, so fucking close to your cunt.

You bite your lip in thought, you want to know what happened after you lost consciousness. Were all your friends dead? Did they escape? Did they find out? You also wanted his cock, impatient because you waited for years, and despite the circumstances you knew when to seize opportunities.

Coryo was a heavy sleeper, it was like he slept with the weight of everything on his shoulder. Weight of his world at least. Plus he would like a treat, right? A man as insane as he is, he wouldn't mind your actions even if it solidifies his opinion of you being an whore for him.

Your fingers trace his chest, your palm feeling his heartbeat, your heavy breaths and his quiet ones fill the room. You take your palm and lick it, lubricating it before you grip his length. Your strokes were hesitant, your mind afraid that he would break up and he would be mad. But you feel his cock harden and you love it. You fucking love it. Your pussy gets wet as time goes by and his cock completely hardens.

You take his cockhead and slowly begin to slide it against your pussy lips. A soft moan escapes you as the tip nudges your sensitive clit. Your slick was coated all over his length as you kept grinding against his cock. And soon enough after a particular nudge, his cockhead gets caught in your entrance. It could have easily been pushed away and you could have continued with your actions. But you are pathetically needy and this was not enough.

A whimper escapes your lips as you begin to guide your hips forward to let the cock inside your cunt, stretching out your walls perfectly. You let out a gasp when he was fully in. His cock twitching inside of you. Now was the hard part, fucking yourself onto his cock without him waking up. Impossible but you didn't care at the moment.

You slowly started to roll your hips, taking his length deep inside of you, your walls squeezing around him. You let out soft moans, trying your best to control the animalistic need to ride his cock. Time passes and this continues, the ache of your cunt not fading but getting worse and worse with the need to cum. The pace wasn't enough, no matter how many ways you rubbed your clit raw wasn't enough.

Deciding to play with the devil, you pushed Coryo's sleeping body onto his back, your pussy holding onto his cock as you straddle him. The angle made it so his cockhead kissed your g-spot making you gasp as stars flood your vision, but it didn't trigger your orgasm, your walls oversensitive but throbbing to cum, cum, cum.

You wanted to wake up Snow, wanted him to fuck you, use you, and love you. But you decided against it as you begin to grind your hips, your swollen clit pressing onto his groomed pubic hair, the sensation making you bite your lower lip to stop a loud moan that would surely wake him up.

You couldn't keep up with this long, you wanted to cum, wanted to be filled with his cum as well. You begin to go faster, letting all sense of control out of the window as you slam down his cock again and again, letting his tip nearly breach your cervix.

Smack.

The sound of his hand meeting the meat of your ass freezes you. The area victim of his hit was reddening. “Why did you stop?” He voices, his tone filled with lust “Ride me, bitch. How needy were you that you couldn't wait, huh? Disgusting, truly. I need to train you better, pet.”

An apology remains to be said as his hand slaps your ass again. “Fuck yourself on me, doll,” he grunts, his tone reeking of impatiently. “Co-coryo,” you whine, your hips finding their rhythm but this time with Coriolanus thrusting upwards into your cunt, disrupting your pace. But neither of you cared, both of your actions borderlining to those of mating animals under a full moon.

His hands hold you down, gripping your hips tightly with his fingers printing onto your skin. It puts pressure on your previous wound, making you cry out and tighten your pussy around him reflexively. You wonder if your wound began to bleed again because the smell of blood began to stink in the air along with the distinct smell of sex.

Your thoughts were proven correct as one of his hands left your hip in favor of licking his palm on which your wound had bled. His thrusts turn frantic as the taste of iron blooms onto his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, Coryo!” You begin to moan, louder and louder as heat begins to coil up on your lower tummy. Your gummy walls get slicker and slicker as your sensitive nerves go overdrive with his thrusts.

He lets out a groan, and in a flash, you are on your back onto the mattress, pressed into it as his mouth latches onto your jaw. His hips rutted into you without a care. “You taste so fucking delicious, I bet your cunt tastes wonderous too, princess,” he moans as his teeth begin to bite into the flesh of your neck, his erratic pace bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your hands find themselves on his back, your nails scratching his skin and forming red lines which sting but he loves it so much. So fucking much. His hands pushed your legs up, pressing your knees onto your chest. He has you folded onto a mating press position. His cock reaching impossible depths inside of you.

A particular thrust of his made his cock fuck into your cervix, it makes you scream from the pleasure and pain of all, your body finally letting go. Your cunt spasming, milking his cock for what it's worth as clear liquid squirted out of you, covering Coryo who merely groans from it all.

He fucks you through your orgasm, his cock hitting all the right angles and as your pussy tightens around his cock just right. He cums, deep and nice into your womb. He continues to roll his hips into you, his pace slowing down as he fucks his hot, thick cum into you.

He lets out a shuddering breath as he pulls out and lays beside you. Both of catching your breaths. He breaks the silence first.

“I am going to tell you everything, doll but let me clean up the wound first.”

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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Competitive hate

adult Neteyam x female Omatikaya reader

Words: 2.7k

Summary: When you compete, it’s always a battle to see who will get the upper hand. And when you fuck, it’s the same struggle.

Warnings: explicit smut, rivals with benefits, hate sex, quickie, doggy style, choking, spit kink, come eating, degradation kink, mean Neteyam, teasing / mutual bullying, sexual tension, they really really hate each other

Notes: this is loosely inspired by a request but I can’t seem to find the ask anymore 😩 I still hope you’ll find this and even though it’s probably a little different from what you had in mind I hope you enjoy it :)

It's hard to explain what Neteyam has with you.

You were loud, annoying, conceited and a brat that didn’t even deserve to be called an actual competition against him. Where he worked hard to succeed, it was like everything in your life was just given to you by sheer luck. He knew it wasn't rational, not even fair, but he couldn't help it. You were pissing him off with everything you did.

Neteyam was the first to undergo his iknimaya and you followed suit, both of you succeeding on the first try. Neteyam was good with the bow, but you were just as good. You were a great hunter, but he was even better. You were faster, he was stronger. Both of you were incredibly smart. And when Neteyam was one of the youngest Omatikaya to make a clean kill during a sturmbeest hunt, you came along and robbed him of his title. It was as if you were taunting him.

No, definitely, Neteyam couldn’t stand you.

But those feelings were mutual.

As if it wasn’t already hard enough to prove to everyone that you were just as talented as he was, Neteyam seemingly took great pleasure competing with you in literally anything you did. There was something about the way he held his head high, so proud and confident in himself, it made you want to puke. He was a spoiled brat, acting like you were always just lucky and that’s it. Not an actual threat to him and his reputation. You were working so hard for all of this and he took this whole thing like it was a silly game. A way of passing time.

You couldn’t even hunt for your own food, without him showing off that his kill was bigger. Couldn’t even weave something for yourself, without him walking around in something that had much more complex patterns the next day, obviously fishing for compliments from other clan members, before they could even acknowledge your own work.

But you had your ways of getting revenge for his stupid behavior. Oh how you loved talking shit about him, to the pretty girls you had caught him sweet talking to. Making them avoid him, the next time he tried to flirt with them, giggling behind his back as they left him standing with that dumb, confused look on his face. It was probably partly your fault he hasn’t found himself a mate yet.

Neteyams way of staying calm while he felt his blood boil in his veins made him feel like a kid, but it was you, the brat. It was you.

So he repaid the favor by starting rumors about you that made all the guys your age whistle behind your back whenever you walked by. None of them were true, obviously. But there was something so satisfying to him, in the way you would get into trouble for throwing your fist at whatever poor guy actually believed you would suck his dick if he just asked nicely enough.

It was an endless back and forth with the two of you, always competing who was better, faster, stronger, smarter…. and neither of you could actually outdo the other. There was never a true winner.

But if there was one thing you both had in common, one thing you both strongly agreed on, it was probably the fact that you hated each others guts from the bottom of your hearts.

Which makes it even more complicated to explain how this had even started.

"Didn’t hurt you, did I?", Neteyam tilted his head as he looked down at you with a sharp grin. Why was he always so unbearable?

"Of course not, asshole", you mumbled as you tried to get rid of the dirt on your hands and knees. That prick had robbed you clean off of your kill, landing his ikran way too close and not only causing you to stumble and fall, but also frightening the Yerik enough so that it ran away. It had took you hours to track that damn thing down!

"Hm, that’s unfortunate", the olo’eyktan’s son chuckled, patting his ikran before the animal took off flying again. Great, so that meant he was planning on staying for a while…

"Don’t you have shit to do?", you spat it him, clutching your bow so hard that your knuckles turned white.

"I just thought I’d let you know that I’m back from my hunting trip and the meat will be enough to feed the clan for a few days. So there is no reason for you to make any unnecessary kills. Not that you actually could’ve killed that poor thing, not with your horrible stance anyways."

Great. Just great.

It wasn’t like you were trying to prove anything here. You just wanted to fulfill your responsibilities, help feeding the clan, even if it was just one dumb Yerik… How was it even possible for him to come back after three days and immediately, you stood in his shadow again? You could already hear the snickering of the other clan members, if you returned with empty hands. And all the talking about Neteyam, oh the golden child of the olo’eyktan, who had once again proven just how worthy he was of becoming the next chief. Fuck this. And fuck him too.

You didn’t even realize how tears had automatically began to prick at the corner of your eyes, your frustration too much to bear, not until you hear Neteyam scoff, "What? Gonna cry now because you have to return with empty hands, while I fed the whole clan by myself? That’s cute, are you really that desperate for praise or—"

"Thanks for stating the obvious, you genius. You can shut up now", you cuss, quickly wiping the tears away before they can fall, "All that talking gives me a fucking headache. Where’s your brother, huh? Don’t you have to babysit or something?" Like a child throwing a tantrum, you slam your bow to the ground and cross your arms over your chest, mumbling curses and what not under your breathe. Much to Neteyams amusement. It was so rare of you to loose your temper, but when you did, Neteyam had this special talent in making things so much worse.

Stepping over your bow, he approaches you, "So you didn’t miss me while I was gone? Must’ve been pretty boring with nobody to look up to."

You grimace at his words and scoff, "Oh don’t flatter yourself, I was praying you’d never come back."

"Yeah right, so you can feel like the number one for once in your life?", he chuckles, brushing a leave out of your hair in an act of fake affection. And that finally did it. Turning to him, you swat his hand away, fuming with rage, "I fucking hate you so much, Neteyam if you don’t shu—"

You’re cut off when his hand grabs your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks together so hard that you’re unable to speak without biting the inside of them.

"Watch how you’re talking to me", he growls through gritted teeth. But even though his own jaw was clenched, he kept smiling at you. If you didn’t know any better, he would’ve actually scared you like this. But you do know better.

And that’s how it always went. Probably how it all had started too.

In your eyes, there‘s this fire. But the heat in his eyes is different. Your fire wants to burn, Neteyam’s wants to consume. And it wants to consume you. And you let it, let him. Once, twice—

How many times has it happened by now? Neither of you can tell. You’ve lost count months ago.

Neteyams grip on your jaw is firm, prying your mouth open without much effort and you don’t even think before you act, letting your tongue roll out for him to see. And he grins, that bastard really has the nerve to grin that smug grin of his, before he pulls you closer and spits. It’s filthy. Humiliating. But you can’t help and clench your thighs together when he gives you the go-ahead and you swallow his salvia on your tongue.

Neteyams heart beats rapidly against his chest. In some sick, twisted way, seeing you practically steam in anger makes him so unbelievable hard. He likes that side of you, likes your attitude and when you’re a little feisty, because you try so hard to be better than him. Makes him want to fuck the brat right out of you.

He turns you, so fast that the world spins for a second, before your hands find purchase against a tree. You feel him behind you, how he presses himself against your bottom and grinds himself there. He’s hard, you can feel every inch of him, even through the fabric of both of your loincloths. And he chuckles when you push back against him, just as wanton and desperate as he was.

When you compete, it’s always a battle to see who will get the upper hand. And when you fuck, it’s the same struggle. It becomes a push and pull to see who will be forced to submit to the other, who will cum first, who will make the other moan the loudest.

Neteyams hand pushes down onto your lower back, makes it arch some more and he groans when your clothed sex rubs against his cock just right. His hands find the string that keeps your loincloth together, but he’s incredibly impatient and it’s so hard to open the tight knot that he huffs in frustration. And you’re not making it any easier with the way you push back against him over and over again.

"C‘mon just remove the damn thing", he grumbles, his fingertips itching to just reach for his knife and cut it off of you. Turning your head enough for him to see the way you’re rolling your eyes, you slip out of your clothes, discarding them to somewhere on the ground.

Neteyam then pushes you back against the tree, flipping his own loincloth to the side before he lines himself up with your entrance. It’s comically, really. So much so, that he can’t help but laugh with how easy he can push himself inside you. You’re wet, always so wet and ready for him it makes him sick. It makes him hate you even more with how easy you are, how easy it is to work you up like that. Normally, Neteyam enjoys to tease, wants to hear you beg for it just for his ego. But it’s been three days without that tight heat wrapped around his cock and he can’t hold it together any longer.

"I hate you. Oh fuck, i hate you so much right now", he huffs and the grip he has on your hips is hard enough to bruise. You moan when splits you open, pushes himself to the hilt inside you.

"Ah shit", you curse when the first thrust knocks you forward a little, "Fucking asshole…"

"That’s it’s, holy shit. Look at you, taking me like a fucking champ. At least you’re actually good at one thing, huh?"

"Just shut up and fuck me already, will you?", you sneer at him over your shoulder.

"Needy little slut", he spits the words like venom and than slams his hips forward, cock forcing itself deeper inside you, the blunt head hitting your cervix before he sets his pace. He’s rough and fast, deep strokes that knock the very air from your lungs.

There’s not even a response, no smart remark or anything else that would usually come whenever he insulted you like this. But the symphony of moans that you let out, loud and obscene, they do all the talking for you. It was embarrassing how fast Neteyam could turn you into a trembling, whimpering mess. The squelching sounds he expertly worked out of your pussy only added further to your humiliation.

You hate Neteyam. You really hate him. You hate him, hate him so fucking much that you didn’t think it was ever going to go away. His damn, punchable, handsome face was grinning behind your back, groaning when he felt you squeeze around him, because you were close already. If there was one thing he knew how to do right, it was how to make you come. And how to do it quick and with barely any effort. Neteyam knew how to angle his hips, knew which pace was needed and how much force he would need to put behind his thrusts.

And Neteyam hates you for knowing exactly what to do to push him over the edge. He hates the way your tail curls around his wrist, hates how you push yourself back to meet his thrusts and how tight you are, how your warm, wet walls seem to suck him further in until he can barely pull out properly.

"Shit, m'gonna cum", he groans behind you, "Gonna cum inside that tight little pussy, would you like that?" Your eyes widen. With what little sanity you have left, you glance over your shoulder and glare at him, "Don’t you f-fucking dare."

"What if I would, huh?", Neteyam chuckles and the next particular hard trust makes your eyes roll back inside your head, "Gonna make you walk around with my cum running down your legs so everyone can see what a little bitch you are for me." You know he’s bluffing. It’s what he does to make you mad, drive you insane with hate just because it feeds his big ass ego. Still, you can’t help but wonder if one day he actually would…

"N-Neteyam don’t—"

But he just laughs behind you. One of his hands comes up to your throat and then he pulls you back enough so your almost flush against his chest.

"I’m just fucking with you", he pants right next to your ear, his voice low and laced with amusement, "You squeeze me a lot harder when you’re mad, fuck."

The new angle allows him to put some extra force in fucking against your g-spot and your hands reach up to cling to him, nails digging into his arm hard enough to make him hiss and that in return makes you grin. He can’t stand the way your fangs show when you do that stupid face, so he adds more pressure into the grip around your throats and that’s enough to make you come. You choke on your own moans, trembling as he stills his movements and waits for you, holds you tight against him until you come down from your high. It’s probably the nicest thing he’s capable of doing to you.

Your head feels fuzzy when he suddenly spins you around once again, your legs effortlessly give in when he forces you down on your knees in front of him. The look you spare him is nothing more than a glare, still, you open your mouth as if he gave you the command and then stick your tongue out. Neteyams chest heaves as he strokes himself, the tip of his cock hovering just mere inches over your tongue. Neither one of you seem to want to break that intense eye contact as he works a hand over his shaft, fast and rough. You keep your mouth open and tongue out the entire time, not caring for the way some of your drool runs down over your chin and Neteyam can’t help himself when he catches some with his thumb and pops it into his own mouth.

He knows you’re going to be so insufferable about it, but he doesn’t care, not right now. Not when the sight of you on your knees before him is so damn good, he’s going to be so much more insufferable about this to you. It’s an endless circle of teasing between you two anyways.

"Oh shit", Neteyam curses under his breathe and finally, thick spurts of his cum land right there on your tongue. It’s warm, sticky and a little bitter too and you grimace when you swallow. Neteyam looks down at you with that satisfied grin plastered on his dumb face and now you wished you would’ve just spit it out…

"Just know that this doesn’t make me hate you any less", you grumble as you get up to stand on your wobbly feet, brushing the dirt off of you knees.

"You say that every time."

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zombiekillerbiceps · 1 year

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Hide and Seek

Note: I saw Scream 6 last night and remembered I'm attracted to men who want to kill me, beware ye who enter here etc.

Contents: NSFW, 18+, 3k words, LeonxReader, knife kink, home invasion roleplay, cnc with enthusiastic consent, Dom!Leon, ambiguous era, masochist reader, very slight blood, bdsm, hair pulling, choking, rough sex, degradation, threats, crying, insults (bitch, slut, whore), glove kink, boot kink, primal kink (adjacent?), spoilers for Scream 2, no y/n.

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"Yeah okay, so basically she's the mom of one of the killers from the first film," you told him, grabbing another hand full of popcorn, "and what's really fun is their last name Loomis is a reference to the doctor in Halloween, anyways, their whole purpose as killers is to make a point about how people are violent by nature and not because of movies, and how people are more likely to kill because the media glorifies murderers."

"You really like these movies, huh?" Leon asked.

He was, admittedly, a little bit bored. Slasher flicks never did it for him. But what he had was an opportunity to cuddle up on the couch with you and watch you get passionate about something.

Passionate was definitely one way to describe it. The way your breath quickened during the chase scenes and the way your mouth hitched up into a smile whenever Ghostface caught a victim didn't go unnoticed by him. When Ghostface was taunting the victims over the phone, your eyelids got a little heavy, your face a little red.

"What's your favourite part about them?" He asked, watching for your reaction.

You take a long moment to ponder it. The way they act as a mirror to the cultural zeitgeist of the time, reflecting fears, values, and cinema of the era was up there. The kills were always legendary too, just really brutal. But if you were being honest with him?

"The chase," you admitted, your cheeks reddening just a bit.

You two finished out the movie, and because it was your turn for Movie Marathon Night, you put on Scream 3. Leon waited until the moment when Ghostface was stalking a victim through their home before leaning close to you.

"I could do that to you," he said, his voice a low roll.

Your breath hitched in your throat, surprised and immediately turned on at the rumble of his voice. You looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"If you wanted me to."

You thought about it. Leon's heavy boots on the hardwood floor, his strength contested against yours, the glint of a blade against your throat...

"I definitely like the sound of that." You agreed, and then, sheepishly, "I like the knife too."

"I know," he said, and you burned in embarrassment.

It was a few weeks later that you were putting groceries away, the whole conversation (disappointingly) forgotten, when your phone rang.

Unknown Caller

Your eyebrows cinched together in confusion. Who could be calling you? You propped the fridge door open with your hip and answered the phone.

"Hello?" You ask, reaching over to the counter to grab the carton of eggs.

"Hello, sweetheart." The voice on the other end was deep, a little raspy.

"Leon?"

"Wouldn't you like to find out," Leon the Caller responded. "Do you want to play a game?"

"That's Jigsaw," you teased, excitement bubbling up in your stomach.

He didn't answer for a while. Long enough to make you double check the call wasn't dropped.

You pulled the phone back from your ear.

Still on. Full bars.

"Did I ruin the-"

"You didn't answer my question," he said, slowly, sharply.

You grin. "Okay, I'll play."

"Excellent. How about hide and seek?"

"What?"

"I'll give you ten seconds to find a place to hide, and then I'll come find you."

"Are you home right now?" You ask, straining your ears to hear anything in the house.

"Ten."

"What if I find you first?"

"Nine."

A prickle of fear slid up your back. His voice was sharp, serious. You'd never heard it like that before, and it made it so easy to believe that he wanted to hurt you.

You leave the kitchen, pace getting quicker as you scan for places to hide.

"Eight."

The coat closet was too small. The linen closet where you kept the board games too obvious.

"Seven."

Was he in the house? Do you lock the door to keep him out or does that just trap you?

"Six."

You start up the stairs at a creeping pace to keep quiet, thinking you could probably slip into the bathroom unnoticed if you were quiet enough. The stair creaked under your weight.

"Five. You'll have to be quicker than that, sweetheart." The taunting in his voice was unbearable. Smug, confident, and a fully loaded threat all at once.

A spurt of adrenaline. Your body is bolting up the stairs before you can think better of it.

"Come on," he groaned. "Too loud. You're making this too easy for me."

Your hands turn the bathroom knob and he chuckled over the phone.

"The bathroom? Really? A second-story dead end. You're smarter than this. Three."

"Shut up," you sputter out, pulling the door open defiantly.

He's standing there behind the opaque shower curtain. He tears it open, prying it off the bar entirely. He's wearing a tight black t-shirt and tactical cargo pants, tucked into military boots. You don't miss the knife holster on his shoulder, or the black gloves on his hands. His icy blue eyes meet yours and he feigns disappointment.

"Two," he says, over the phone and to your face. His voice is ice cold. He steps out of the shower slowly. Purposefully.

You expect the heavy boots to make some kind of noise, but he moves like a fucking ghost.

"One."

He drops the phone and charges.

You slam the door just before he meets it. His body slams into it and you feel the force shudder through the door and into you. You hear the doorframe crack. He didn't even have a lot of time to gain momentum, that was just his raw strength. Real adrenaline is floods your brain.

You turn tail and run faster than you've ever run before. The bathroom door swings open behind you. He's catching up with easy, effortless strides.

You make it to the bedroom and slam the door behind you. Your hands shaking as you go to turn the lock.

The doorknob moves under your hands. It won't lock if it's half turned. You struggle with it, fighting with both hands, your sweaty palms making it hard to get a grip.

You manage to wrestle it back just long enough to lock it.

Silence.

You back away from the door, your hands shaking. Your breath comes in quick, harsh breaths. Just when you start to relax, hard pounding at the door kicks you off again. Again. Again. Again again again again - he's going to break the fucking door down!

Silence.

You hear something metallic touch the doorknob. Something pops. It starts to turn.

You do the only think you can think of and dive underneath the bed.

The door swings open. You watch his boots, massive and impossibly fucking quiet cross the threshold.

"Sweetheaaart," he coos. "You don't think you can really hide from me, do you?"

You gently put your hand over your mouth and nose to muffle the sounds of your shaky, terrified breath.

You watch as he crosses over to your shared closet. He opens it. Then, with the unhurried confidence of someone who knows they'll get what they want eventually, he turns. One step, then another, he walks towards your hiding place.

His boots stop just shy of the bed. Just inches from your face. Impeccably polished, but undeniably beat up.

You hear the rustle of fabric. He tosses the blankets on to the ground, blocking your view.

This was bad.

You could just barely hear him cross over to the other side but, from the angle you were at under the bed, couldn't see it. For a painfully long moment, nothing happens. You debate bolting for the door.

A hand wraps around your ankle!

He begins to pull you out from under the bed, the leather of his gloves giving him grip against your bare skin.

"No!" You cry out, instinct taking over. You kick at him and he releases you.

You scurry out from under the bed, fighting against the blankets in your way. You hear him step up onto the bed as you come out from under it. You half- crawl, half- run towards your escape, looking back to see him jumping down, completely unbothered. Your legs are unsteady, everything in your body just trying to get away without really thinking about how.

You brace yourself against the door frame and use it to propel you forward.

His hands are on your shoulders, yanking you against him.

You struggle in vain, a massive arm wrapping around your waist. Your hands try to pry his grip off your hips but his gloved hands don't move. You try to find purchase on the ground but he lifts you until your toes can just barely touch.

He isn't even breathing hard, you realize.

This is easy for him.

"Let me go!" You are try to sound defiant but the high pitch of your voice betrays your fear.

"Let me go isn't our safe word," he says in your ear. You feel him relax against you a little, only just enough to hold you in place.

"Fuck you," you take advantage of his kindness and work your way out of his grasp. You dash for the stairs again but don't even make it a couple of steps before there's a sharp pain in your skull.

A gloved hand is gripping the hair at the base of your head. Electricity echoes through you. You whimper, body freezing up at the pain.

He's almost dragging you backwards. Your body hits another wall, hard enough to make your head spin.

Leon's hand is on your throat. His eyes are wild and dark, and you can tell by the way his gaze rakes over your body that he likes the chase just as much as you do.

His free hand reaches up to pull his knife from it's holster on his shoulder.

You forgot about that.

Your pulse roars in your ears, your body squirming against his grip on your neck. He tightens his grip. For a few seconds, everything becomes light and airy. Then he relaxes, and the oxygen floods back into your brain with a rush of endorphins.

"If you keep squirming like that, I'm going to really hurt you." Fuck, his voice so low and threatening... It genuinely scared you, and the fear just made him hotter.

Sharp, unforgiving features tower over you as he brings the knife point to your abdomen. He traces the hemline of your pants before tucking the curved blade under the hem of your shirt. He pressed in enough that the skin bends beneath the blade, threatening to slice open if you move.

"No," you whimper. "Please don't."

He pulls the knife away, eyes softening and meeting yours.

"No isn't our safe word," he says, but this time there is no mocking tone. His gaze is gentle, genuine, asking a question without asking it.

The fear settles in your brain as you meet his eyes. He would never hurt you if you didn't want him to, you trusted him with your life. The vulnerability is given willingly, as much as you act like it's being taken.

This makes you bold. You spit in his face, trying to turn your thrilled grin into a snarl and failing.

"Fuck. You."

Your spit runs down his cheek. His features harden. He looks like he could fucking kill you.

"You little bitch," he mutters through gritted teeth.

The knife is there against your skin again, a cold pinpoint threat. And then it's gliding up your body, tearing your shirt with it. He pushes the knife back into its holster and stares at you, exposed and cold.

Then he's wrestling you to the ground. You try to resist until your muscles ache with the effort. He does it easily anyways. If his combat training didn't tell him exactly how to manhandle you like a doll, he would still easily overpower you.

One hand pins you down by your back, while his other tears painfully at your denim shorts. You struggle against him, lifting your hips and "accidentally" making it easier for him to drag them off you.

"You're making it too easy for me," Leon taunts you. You try to get to your knees but he pushes you back down with a mocking tsk.

"Oh, look at this," he says. You feel the leather of his gloves pressed against your hole. He drags a finger down your slit, smearing the slick with ease. "Act like you don't want it, but this tells a different story."

Two fingers push into you. Hard. You're wet enough that it's easy for Leon to pump in and out of you, whimpers spilling from your lips. Usually, he would curl his fingers inside you, hitting the spot that made you white hot. But this time? Nothing. He pumps his fingers in and out of you almost intentionally avoiding making you feel good. He was just making a show of you. Playing with you like a toy. Taunting you with every wet push inside you.

Then his fingers are gone. He releases his hold on you to adjust his weight. You hear his zipper.

You wonder how far you can take this.

You drag yourself forward, actually managing to almost get to your knees this time. He lets out a noise of surprise before you feel two hands on your thigh, dragging your bare skin against the hardwood floor. You whimper in pain, and then he's on you again.

"Stop it. A bitch should know when she's been beat," his voice was heavy in your ear. He wrapped an arm around your neck, choking you and using your shoulders as leverage all at once.

You could feel his cock against your ass, so hard it must hurt. His free hand lines it up with your cunt, the tip just dipping into you. He groans with self restraint.

"Ready, sweetheart?"

"Please," you beg quietly, as if asking for it too loudly would break the scene.

He thrusts in one, smooth motion. His cock pushes into you, painfully stretching your cunt around him. His bicep flexes next to your face, using your body to pull himself deeper.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me." He buried his face into your shoulder, whimpering into the torn fabric of your t-shirt. "Such a little slut."

He sets the pace hard and fast at first. Your high builds quickly, legs shaking beneath him, biting into his arm hard enough to leave marks. The pain only makes him rougher with you, fucking into you hard and sharp.

"Such a fucking slut, you like when I take you like this?" You whimper a response, nodding against him. "Yeah you do. Fucking whore."

He adjust his position, fucking you faster. His breath is hard and heavy, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you take me so well. Fucking." His babbling became almost incoherent, a sting of curse words and praise and humiliation, but you didn't care. It was enough just hearing him talk to you, grunting words between thrusts and moans, pushing into you. Closer, closer.

"Fuck, you about to come for me baby?" He can feel you tighten around his cock. "Stop fighting it. Come on, come on me like the little bitch you are."

It's enough to send you over the edge, whimpering as you come so hard it almost fucking hurts. He rides it out with you, slowing but never stopping. You try to catch your breath.

"Fuck, Leon," you manage. "That was so good."

"Don't think I'm done with you yet," he mutters, driving his hips into you a little harder.

You cry out, body over stimulated, the adrenaline crash rendering you weak and shaky. He keeps a slow pace, but he pushes into you as deep as he can go, almost threatening to push through you.

"It's too much," you whine.

He laughs at you. Then you hear the knife unbuckle again. You're too exhausted to even pretend to fight back, the cold tip tracing your back.

It bites into your skin, sharp and painful. And then it drags up, the sensation like fire on you. It traces your ribs, up to your shoulders. You can feel a thin line of blood drawn from its tip in the round of your shoulder while Leon keeps fucking into you at that slow, tortuous pace. You're too sensitive, the pain too much. Tears start to collect in your eyes. Tension starts to build in your abdomen again.

Leon switches to the dull side but digs it in enough to make you whimper. He keeps fucking you slow, deep, coaxing you deeper and deeper with his sultry voice.

Your cunt starts to tighten around him again and even that hurts. You sniffle, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

Leon works the dull side of the knife against your throat and that alone is enough to almost drive you over the edge. His body hot and heavy on top of you, both of you sweating and moaning.

"You still with me, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice shaking slightly.

"Mhm. Are you?"

"Ohh yeah," he confirms. He ducks his head closer to the other side of your neck, and you work a hand up into his hair, holding him close. You surprise him by pulling his hair, some part of you hoping it will get a rise out of him, but it doesn't. The same slow, deep pace. Pain danced with pleasure, arousal and discomfort tightening in your stomach, threatening to overcome you.

"Cry all you want baby," he groans in your ear, "it's just going to make me fuck you harder."

It's a promise. His hips snap into you harder, dragging out another climax so hard you're left breathless.

He doesn't stop. He doesn't even let you catch your breath this time. He's stopped talking now, his breath hard and fast in your ear. You try to tell him it hurts but you can only stutter pathetically beneath him.

He pulled himself into you, threat of the knife ever present against your throat. Your body felt like it was on fire.

"I can't, I can't, Leon-" you manage to plead, your body working up to another orgasm.

"I didn't fucking ask if you could," he groans in your ear.

That sends you over the edge again, crying out as your cunt clamped down around his cock. Your body shakes uncontrollably, tears fall down your cheeks as your breath comes in moaning sobs.

You can feel his cock spasm inside you, spreading you more with each pulse. His cum is so hot it feels like it could burn you, his hips fucking it deeper into you as he rides through his high. Eventually, he slows to a stop.

You lay there like that on your hallway floor for a moment, before Leon released the knife with a clatter and rolls off of you.

Still shaking, you curl up to him He wraps his arms around you and you feel undeniably safe. Of course you do, you couldn't do all that with just anyone.

"Got a little carried away there," he admitted with a soft laugh.

"Yeah, I think you liked it more than I did," you joked back with a shaking voice.

He peppers the top of your head with gentle kisses.

"Are you still doing okay?" He asks. You nod against him.

"Sore. Overwhelmed."

"Let's get you into a bath, then how about we watch some TV together?"

"Yeah," you agree, kissing him. "That sounds good."

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holylulusworld · 12 days

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Ready for harvest

Summary: You and your alphas play another game.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 6 – Friday, April 19 – Slick

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: implied smut/light smut, somnophilia, use of a sex swing, implied taking turns, blindfolds, use of a safe word, aftercare, consensual degrading, daddy kink, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, established polyamorous relationship, fluff

Catch up here: Hungry like the wolf

A/N: The story takes place in Season 10. John is still alive for my storyline.

Words: 1,3 k+

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A snowstorm ruined your plans, but it offered a new opportunity. While stuck at the bunker with your alphas, you came up with new ideas to kill time.

Strip poker. Chasing a fake monster. Strip charade. Naked cooking contests.

Five days later you’re still stuck in the bunker, unable to leave it because of the snow masses blocking all exits.

Luckily you’re always prepared and got enough food, because and men around to survive for even for weeks without leaving the bunker.

“Good thing I bought all the good shit before the weather decided to fuck us over,” John grins at you. “What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to try it out? I got it in our playroom.”

You chuckle at his eagerness. It was his idea to turn one of the rooms at the bunker into a playroom for you and your alphas.

“Okay, show me what you bought,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “Daddy.”

“Careful or I’ll take you right here, in the hallways.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you grin, remembering the night John pounced on you after you sneaked into the kitchen for a late-night snack. He fucked you right there, on the floor for his sons to watch. “It was so hot and dirty.”

“Because we all took turns,” Sam suddenly stands behind you to grope your ass. For a man his size, he’s fucking stealthy. “So, what are we up to today? Can I sort the books at the library, or did we find something more interesting to do?”

You smirk at Sam.

“I think our omega wants to play,” John snickers. He unashamedly cups his crotch. It’s only you and his sons, and all of you have seen all of him over the years. No one around to judge you for being a pack’s omega.

“Hmm…” you run your fingertips over the sex swing hammock John decided to buy. You feel the soft leather to check the quality. “It looks nice.” You’re unsure for the first time.

“If you don’t like it, we can just chase you around the bunker and play hide and seek,” Dean joins the party. “We thought it’d be nice if you played pillow princess and just enjoyed the ride.”

“Pillow princess?” You snort. It’s not your style to just take it. “How will this work?” You tug at the straps to test the stability of the hammock. “Me?”

“I want you to wear this,” John purrs and holds a blindfold in front of your face. “We want to play guess the cock.”

“You’re kinky, Mr. Winchester,” you snatch the blindfold out of his hands. “Black silk, huh?”

“For special occasions, sweetheart,” Dean looks at the blindfold in your hands. “We want to give you a special night.”

“You want to get your dick wet,” you playfully slap his chest. “You horny bastard.”

Dean chuckles. “You know me so well, baby.”

“I know all of you,” you smirk darkly. “Every dirty little secret and every kink.”

“Do you trust us?” John cups your cheek. “We’d love to give you a new experience. But only if you want it.”

“Only if you promise to not tease me,” you poke your finger into his chest. “Last time you edged me for too long and then, you didn’t let me cum!”

“That was sweet punishment,” Sam taunts. “And we will do it again.”

“If you play your cards right,” you purr and step toward Sam to fist his flannel, “I allow you to massage my feet after you made me cum, Sammy.”

Your alphas smirk as you shimmy out of your panties and fling them across the room.

“Let’s test this nice swing…”

Your alphas helped you into the shamrock. Your men made sure that you were comfortable and felt safe. John asked you about your safe word and kissed you softly before using the leg and arm straps on you.

It feels like floating. “You look ready to get eaten, doll,” John whispers in your ear. He tweaks one of your nipples, causing you to shudder. “If you guess the cock right, you get a special gift after we are done with you.”

Dean kneels in front of the shamrock to teasingly run his tongue over your clit. He grips your legs tightly, enjoying you cannot close them when he playfully sinks his teeth into your clit.

“DEAN!” you grunt. He’s a teasing little shit, and you will pay him back. “I dare you!”

“How does she taste brother?” Sam watches his father and brother tease you with little licks and touches. “Dean?”

“She’s slicking for us, Sammy,” Dean growls against your flesh. “Y/N is such a good omega for us.”

You mewl at his words. Your chest swells and your body goes lax. “Daddy…”

“I’m here, doll,” John whispers in your ear. “Can we begin, baby doll?”

“Hmmm…” you nod.

“Do you remember your safe word, Y/N?”

“Papaya,” you murmur. “I’m all green, daddy.”

“Of course you are,” he replies and nods at his sons. “If you want us to stop, you will say it. Remember that you are the one in control.”

John’s features darken as he steps next to his sons. He cracks his neck and stares at your exposed body, ready for them to use you. You’re completely at their mercy, and his primal side loves it.

“Ready sons.”

“Ready if you are,” Dean and Sam say in unison.

“Yes…” you whisper lowly. “I want to play a game with all of you…”

You feel his hands on you seconds later. His touch is tender at first, but his hands get more demanding. He gropes your tits, roughly pinching your nipples. You know it’s Sam because he’s hiding the beast so well, but not with you.

“Fuck me,” you challenge. “Now!”

They don’t speak when they start using your body for their pleasure. It’s part of the game.

Sam is first. He’s rough, and demanding, but he pulls three orgasms out of your body.

You recognize Dean next. He takes his time to tease you, fingering you until you cry and beg him for an orgasm, but he will let you wait, and you’ll only find release with his cock inside of you.

John is last. He’s rougher tonight and calls you his whore, and slut. Your alpha was on the edge for weeks. One hunt had gone wrong, and he feared he’d lose another mate.

“Look at this, a whore to go,” John taunts you not only with his cock driving into you in abandon, but his voice making you shudder.

He’s unstoppable. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your spent body. You’re sore and tired, your safe word on the top of your tongue but you don’t use it. John needs to get this out of his system, and you won’t stop him.

Even if it’s against your alphas’ rules.

In the morning, you wake to John fucking wildly into you. You’re usually more than happy if he slips inside of you while you’re asleep, but this morning is different.

You cry, and whimper. John grunts into your neck, believing you’re into it as you wiggle underneath him.

“John,” it pains you to do it, but you cannot take more, “Papaya.”

He stiffens and immediately slips out of you. “Doll,” he nuzzles you. “I’ve got you doll,” John whispers. “You did so well. We are proud of you.” He wraps his arms around you and cradles you in his arms. “I’m gonna get you clean and take care of you.”

John picks you up to carry you inside the bathroom. “I’m sorry, daddy. It was…too intense.”

“No. I’m sorry,” he pecks your hair. “I was a bad dominant today. I should’ve seen your distress and ended the session last night. It was too much, and…” He sniffs. “Please forgive me.”

“I’m fine, John,” you hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re good alphas.”

John isn’t convinced. He calls for his sons, asking them to help him with you. “We need to do more aftercare. It was too much.” He admits, ashamed.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” Dean whispers. “We will take care of you now…”

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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HI POOKS!! So like this idea popped into my head so if it's alright with you could you do hc's for Ninjago where the ninja have a s/o who gets brain washed during a mission and is forced to fight their partner. (one of the ninja) To make it interesting, when the reader is brainwashed they say really hurtful things but the ninja have to keep it together because they know the reader doesn't mean it. At the end, when the reader is back to normal the ninja of that scenario tells the reader about everything(and what they said) and the reader feels guilty which leaves the ninja of that scenario telling them that it's fine and they're just happy the reader is safe. Hopefully that made sense thank you so much pookie!!❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Me when you 💖

Anyway teehee here you go!!

Ninjago - Ninjas When You Get Brainwashed

Kai

When you attacked him, he thought you were just being playful

Bad timing, considering you were on a mission, but not exactly alarming

You guys love to play fight and banter, so it took him a minute to realize that something was wrong

It was the look in your eyes that gave you away; there was no humor, no affection, nothing but rage behind those e/c irises

"You hit like a toddler! And you look like one, too, with that stupid spiky hair!"

Kai felt his heart twist at each insult

Knowing that you weren’t joking around made the words lose their hilarity

It also made him hesitant to fight you back; he didn't want to exacerbate whatever was going on here

So he just tried his best to dodge, blocking the blows he wasn't quick enough to evade

He asked you what was wrong, but only received more degrading remarks in response

Your incessant attacks with no acknowledgment for anything he said or did clued him in on the true nature of your behavior

Realizing you were brainwashed, he refocused his energy to thinking of a way to snap you out of it

Only one idea came to his mind; it was stupid, it was risky considering you were trying to kill him, but it was all he had

He stopped dodging you, letting you lunge at his throat

As you dove in, he grabbed your collar and pulled you in for a kiss

At first he felt you resisting, but he held on, and gradually you melted into his touch

When you pulled away, the hatred in your eyes had disappeared

You put your hand over your mouth, disgusted at your actions

“Kai, I’m so sorry! I think I got brainwashed—I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Don’t worry about it, my flower. Nothing I haven’t seen from you before, right? I’m just happy you’re in your right mind again.”

You smirked at his remark, leaning in to peck his cheek

He took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

“Come on, we’ve got a mission to finish.”

Jay

Jay shrieked when you pounced on him

He knew right away that something was wrong

You’d never do this; not to him

And the words you used… completely out of character

You and Jay were always sweet to each other, even when you were teasing

So your sudden barrage of insults and blows was much more than strange

Being a science fiction nerd, he guessed that you’d been brainwashed first try

He wasn’t serious when he thought of it at first, but he quickly realized that this was the only logical explanation

He couldn’t think of anything else that would cause you to act like this so suddenly

Mostly because he was preoccupied running from you and trying not to cry as you degraded him

He refused to lay a hand on you; no matter how brutish you were with him, he was determined not to hit back

So he just ran

Eventually you backed him into a corner

Your taunts were just getting annoying at this point—now that Jay had processed that it wasn’t really you, they just seemed redundant

You walked closer, slowly, talking all the while

"Tch, look at you... I can't believe I ever agreed to date you! Look at how pathetic you are!"

Jay’s hands balled into fists as he only got angrier

When you got within range, his body moved on its own

He clocked you on the side of the head, hard

You stumbled to the ground, and Jay gasped as he realized what he had done

“Y/n! Y/n, are you okay? Oh my stars, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“…Jay? Oof, what ha… oh. Oh no. Jay, honey, I’m the one who should be apologizing! I didn’t mean any of that! Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?”

You brought yourself up to a sitting position, cupping Jay’s face in your hands and examining it with concern

You knew that he could be sensitive, and considering what you just did… you were on the verge of panicking

He just closed his eyes, leaning into your touch with a soft smile

“I didn’t listen. I knew it wasn’t you. You’d never do that to me. I’m so glad you’re back, Y/n.”

Cole

Your relationship with Cole is fairly stable; you rarely have disputes because you're both pretty easygoing, which means you're willing to accommodate/compromise before any conflict arises

The minute you attacked him, screaming hurtful words, he knew that something was up

He tried asking what was wrong, but only got a kick to the shin in response

Luckily he’s a pretty sturdy guy, so he stood his ground, blocking your attacks while trying to speak to you

“Y/n! Just—ow—tell me what’s wrong!”

He was really trying to be patient with you, but it was a little difficult with each new soon-to-be bruise planted on his body

His waning patience combined with the knowledge that you were on a mission eventually motivated him to restrain you

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pinning your arms to your sides and lifting you off the ground

“Let me go, you… piggish brute! You unlovable barbarian! Release me!!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”

He squeezed tighter with every insult, eventually forcing the breath out of your lungs

You went quiet for a few moments, and that’s when he finally decided to put you down

You stumbled, having almost just fainted, but he caught you in his arms

With your body in his lap, Cole brushed a strand of hair away from your face

“Can you please tell me what’s going on now, my love?”

“Cole… I think I was brainwashed. I’m sorry, I… I can’t believe myself—”

“Not another word. That makes sense, actually. I’m just relieved that you weren’t mad at me or something. And I’m glad that you’re safe now, of course.”

He kissed your forehead, lifting you bridal style, making you giggle

He planted you on your feet and interlaced your fingers before nodding forward, urging you to follow him to complete your mission

Zane

You hadn't even said or done anything and Zane was able to detect that subtle difference

He didn't know what it was at first, so he prepared himself for anything as you ran at him

Judging your behavior, he quickly determined that you must've been brainwashed

The only trouble now was figuring out how to bring you back to reality

There were a hundred ways he could think of to un-brainwash someone... but which one would work?

"I don't know why I ever thought I could love you. You're a robot! You try to act human, but you'll never be like me. You'll never be enough for me."

This particular insult shook him out of his thoughts

The pain in his heart stunned him just long enough for you to pounce, pinning him to the ground

But as he fell, he reminded himself that this wasn't really you; the words that fell from your lips weren't your own

Now that pain bubbled into rage; you were being controlled, and you didn't deserve that

"Get. Out. Of. Their. Head!"

With a sudden burst of strength, Zane launched you off of him, switching your positions

Now, having you pinned, Zane glared into those hateful eyes

You entered a staring—no, glaring—contest

Gradually, as Zane squinted harder, gritted his teeth tighter, he saw your eyes soften

Eventually they fluttered shut for a moment, and when they opened again he knew you were back

His face immediately lit up, and he beamed at you

You smiled back as it all returned to your memory

"Thank you, Zane. I hope you know I didn't mean anything I said."

"Yes, yes. I'm only glad you're safe."

"Good. ...Uh, can you get off me now?"

Both blushing furiously, you scrambled to your feet

Zane awkwardly (but much to your relief) changed the subject by prompting you to return to your mission

Lloyd

You and Lloyd always talked things out when you had problems

You never took to petty insults during these talks, either

So when you came barreling at him, cursing him like an evil sorcerer, he knew something was up

At first he tried asking you what was wrong, but seeing that his words didn't register, focused instead on dodging your attacks

As he jumped around, avoiding your mechanically fast-paced blows, he noticed a strange look in your eye

It was as if a mask of hatred had been plastered on your face, and the real you was trapped behind it

Keep in mind this was a very slow realization; Lloyd had to divide his attention between dodging your hits, blocking out your words, and trying to figure out what was going on

In the time it took him to figure this out, you had worn yourself out quite a bit

Your breathing was heavy and ragged, and your form was becoming sluggish

Lloyd was losing energy too, but not quite as quickly

He decided to keep dodging until you wore yourself out

When your punches became slow and weak enough to bear, Lloyd stopped his agile movements and planted himself square in front of you

At this point, you were so tired that your punch to his chest was a mere touch, a brush of the knuckles against his green gi

"You... worthless... wannabe..."

He cupped your face, staring deep into your eyes, trying to get a glimpse of the real you inside

"Y/n."

The sound of your name stirred something in those dull, disdainful eyes

He said it again, softer now, and the mask broke

"Lloyd."

"Y/n. You're safe now. It's okay."

You slumped against him, murmuring apologies into his shoulder as he smoothed your hair

As much as he wanted to let you recover, he needed your help to finish the mission

He held out his elbow, earning a smirk from you as you placed your hand in the crook of it, allowing him to escort you forward

Nya

She was NOT having it

The very first insult you spat sent her into a rage almost rivaling yours

"Still can't believe they let a girl like you on the team. I mean, talk about a weak link!"

"Excuse me?!"

Her rage blinded her, and she fully engaged you in combat

You were both fighting with everything you had, making quite the commotion

Insults and fists flying, you'd never guess that you guys were actually dating

The thought occurred to Nya only after she had bested you, pinning you to the ground with her knee on the back of your neck

Still angry, she demanded to know why you did it

The fighting had disoriented you, shaking the effects of the brainwashing for just a second

"Nya, I... Gah! Get off me, brat!"

It was brief, but she saw you fighting to get out

Realizing at once what was going on, guilt flooded Nya's conscience

But she didn't let you go just yet

"Come on, Y/n! Fight it!"

"Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid—stupid brainwashing..!"

"Y/n? Is that you?"

"Yes. Yes, it's me. Oh, Nya, I'm so sorry..."

"I think we should both be a little sorry. I shouldn't have jumped you like that without thinking. But I'm glad you're back; you're a fighter."

You smiled at her when she offered her hand to help you up

Still holding her hand, you pulled her into a quick kiss

"We both are. Which reminds me... Shall we get back to the mission?"

Thanks for reading! And thanks to the sweet anon for this request! Take care loves <33

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bunnysbrainrot · 8 months

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Obedience at its Finest

Relationship: Lucifer!Castiel x fem!Reader

Content: degradation, pet play (remember when he called Crowley his 'puppy'? exactly), BDSM, slapping, oral (male receiving).

Summary: Castiel had accepted Lucifer to take over his vessel, leaving you as collateral for Cas's agreement with Lucifer. No harm would come to you, at least not in the way that you think. The Devil himself decides to see how far he can push to break you, you can only hope that you'll last. Though you had been attracted to Castiel before, his whole new persona takes you by surprise.

A/N: I was really excited to write this, so I'm hoping it gets the love it needs! Chapter two is already being brainstormed. This one may get pretty intense, especially in further chapters. If that's not what you're looking for, feel free to send a request!

Everything was different. The whole world had flipped upside down and it left you and the Winchesters confused. Castiel had agreed to let Lucifer himself take over his vessel over a month ago. The one thing no one anticipated was the Devil taking you, as 'collateral', he said. You were immediately swept away with a snap of his fingers, the last thing you saw being Sam and Dean's torn expressions while Satan whisked you away.

Now you stood in a throne room, the click of Lucifer's shoes being the only sound as he strode over to you.

"Tell me, I've had you here for quite some time," he opened, "do you know why I chose you instead of a Winchester?"

It was something you had contemplated for a while, why you of all people? Your eyes met Lucifer's as he smiled deviously down at you. He clicked his tongue when you shook your head, eyes wide with nervousness. His potential is unmatched to anything you had seen before. Just a snap of his fingers - hell, a single thought, could kill you. But he had every other chance since kidnapping you to finish the job and get rid of you, why...?

"Well, A: It's a pain in the neck - having a Winchester and Dad knows who else on my ass forever? Pass."

Lucifer stood beside you, craning his neck to ogle at your face while it remained still as stone.

"Come on! You gotta warm up sometime, geez. Don't you wanna hear what 'B' is?" His tone was jovial, a constant taunting when he spoke to you. Your eyes met his - the eyes of someone who once was your friend, potentially much more if it weren't for God's 'Favorite' taking over his life. Part of you mourned silently over Castiel, though you knew he wasn't truly gone, and that he was in there somewhere. Behind the, pun intended, devilish grin on his face.

You gave him a curt nod, to which he let out a deep breath.

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere," he said encouragingly. Lucifer stepped to the side to make a path behind you, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. "You see, I can admit that I may have taken you because of a... personal affection. If you know what I mean."

His lowered voice shuddered through you. A hand wandered to your chin, cupping beneath it to lean your head back, eyes meeting Lucifer's. You let out a small gasp at the motion that made him smile with great satisfaction.

Lucifer hummed, "Interesting. You like that?"

His taunting continued as a warmth spread over your body. He continued, "Well, I thought you and our buddy Castiel here were a bit closer than just friends. Or at least, that's what you wanted it to be."

The words sank in your gut, the truth behind them was a weight you couldn't shake. You didn't get the opportunity to admit your affections to Cas before he worked with Lucifer. It was a chance you had lost hope on, now that the Devil was involved.

He leaned closer to your ear, raising goosebumps across your neck when his warm breath brushed against your skin. A shuddering exhale left your lips, a familiar tightening in your stomach began to begin.

Was there seriously any way you were actually attracted to this?

"Let me tell you a secret, okay? Since Castiel never had the balls to tell you, I'm going to do him the favor." Lucifer's lips planted a soft kiss on your neck, just under your ear.

"He likes you, too. Well, that's one way to put it, at least." Your eyes shot open wide in shock, breath hitching in your throat.

"That's not true," you retorted.

He shook his head, "It's true. Very true, actually. I mean, Cas was actually the one who begged me to spare you. He really said 'to hell' with those Winchesters, eh? Would've been more fun if that were literal."

The mix of flirtation and teasing confused you. What was his game here? First he takes over your friend's body, then he confesses his endearment for you?

Lucifer's hands travel to your waist as he brought his hips to your rear, "Say, I have a way we can kill two birds with one stone, here. You like Cas, Cas likes you, I like you. I think we could have a little fun with that."

The tight sensation in your abdomen grew ever stronger, your thighs shifting together to stifle the feeling. This didn't go unnoticed by Lucifer's keen attention, eyes raking over your tense body.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he knew you wouldn't dare. Couldn't. So, he continued, "I think you like that idea. Dirty, dirty."

He wove around you to face you properly. Lucifer cupped your face in one hand, fingers tightening around your jaw. His voice lowered to a whisper once again, his voice gravelly.

"You see, you're a depraved little thing. Unfortunately I don't think your precious Castiel could handle it - but I can. And I have a feeling that you'd let me," Lucifer drawled on, trailing a finger down your throat to between your breasts, hovering just above the apex of your thighs. It would be an outright lie if you told him this wasn't exciting for you. Though he was in your friend's body, Lucifer's teasing, his sheer dominance, spurred you on.

Ever since keeping Lucifer company, he dictated everything that happened to you. No harm had come to you, in fact it was almost nice. You were doted on, though you didn't always accept it, prioritized with the best food and bedrest you had ever gotten. It seemed like Lucifer would go above and beyond to earn your affection and trust.

Today he had chosen a sophisticated outfit: a black button up shirt with a slim fitting black skirt to match. Your legs were adorned with delicate gray tights, black Mary Jane shoes to bring the outfit together. It was his favorite.

"Now, let's see how well you listen," purred Lucifer. "On your knees, pet."

Though logic told you to disobey, you lowered down, kneeling before him. The Devil rewarded you with a smile and a finger under your chin, angling your head upward.

"Good, good. I still think we could work on the obedience aspect of it. You're listening, sure, but I need more. As the true King of Hell, it's only fitting that you serve me as I need." He landed a firm pat on your cheek, the impact leaving you clenching your thighs.

He carded his fingers into your hair, gripping you securely to maintain your eye contact, "Let's start with that shirt. I want to see what's underneath."

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons, but Lucifer took over and tore down your stomach, buttons scattering across the floor. He growled lowly as your chest was finally exposed to him, your breasts caged in a black lace bra. He noticed how your perk nipples pushed against the padding, as if your body was telling him where you needed his touch. Pushing your shirt past your shoulders, Lucifer tugged it off and cast it to the side, his hands finding the clasp of your bra to unhook it. The air of the room made your skin crawl, the swollen buds on your breasts aching from the cold.

"Arms behind your back, sit up straight."

You obliged willingly, weaving your fingers together to present your chest to him. Lucifer ran a hand over your breasts, squeezing roughly, eliciting a moan form you.

He snarled, lazily drawing out the words, "Nice fuckin' tits." Hearing this come from your friend's mouth shocked you, though his degrading tone had you clenching your walls. Lucifer landed a sharp slap on your tit, a red splotch newly painted on your skin. Your mouth hung agape in pleasure, panting softly as he landed several slaps, paying special attention to your nipples.

It brought him pure joy to see you like this - your body writhing in ways that begged for him to touch you, shaking thighs trying not to let you fall to the floor, the bit of spit that spilled from your mouth and onto your lovely breasts. Finally, you were becoming what he wished for: a perfect slut. His new favorite toy.

"Dirty girl," said Lucifer. Two of his fingers gathered the drool from your chest, immediately thrusting into your open mouth. You gagged harshly, but the way his free hand gripped your hair made you whimper. Lucifer's smile was crazed, the joy of seeing you like this had surmounted his self-control.

You coughed desperately when his fingers left your mouth. Two hands reached under your arms and hoisted you up to your feet. It would take some time for your knees to get stable at this point; you felt like you could drop to the floor at any second. Lucifer cupped your face in both hands and roughly crashed his lips into yours, his tongue already begging for entry at your lips. Letting him in allowed Lucifer to ravage your mouth - greedy lips and hands alike moved across your neck and face until Lucifer had his lips firmly on your collarbone.

"Please... please, sir," you whispered. What you were asking for, you had no idea. All you needed now was any bit of friction to your swollen clit.

Lucifer's husky voice danced over your skin, "Such good manners. What does my precious pet need?"

'Pet' echoed in your head while you tried to calm your senses and form something coherent. Your reply came out in short bursts between panting breaths.

"I need... more... Want you... to... touch me."

All thoughts had left your mind from his touch, the only ache in your body being for him. To serve. To obey.

He paused, fingers rolling a nipple harshly between his fingers, "Nope. That's not how it works."

You cried out in a blend of pain and pleasure.

"You don't need anything. You want me to touch you. You want me to fuck you, to bury my cock so far into that little cunt until you're nice and stretched out," his voice grew louder with each passing second. The dominating voice took you over completely, bringing tears to your eyes.

Though you were crying, Lucifer smiled at you, seeming pleased at the outburst.

"Be a good doggy," he ordered, "and beg."

Your voice came out more desperate than you intended, pleading desperately to him, "Please, sir. I want more of you. I can b-be good."

This settled well with Lucfier, his only reply being a finger pointed to the floor, a silent command to get on your knees again. You followed the order quickly, knees scraping lightly across the stone.

Now with his hips at your eye level, Lucifer looked down at your blushed face. Thoughts of Castiel flicked through your head - if he would be willing to take you like this, how much you would like it, and how nervous you were to ask him to do it himself. Even still, this seemed to be the next best thing. The Devil gripped your jaw gently with one hand, quickly unbuckling his belt with the other. His busy fingers fiddled with the button and zipper of his pants and cast them to the floor. What waited for you now was an aching erection through his boxer briefs, twitching slightly as your mouth neared it.

"I have one job for you," announced Lucifer. His hand moved from your jaw and into your hair, tightening his grip to control your head.

"Use your tongue."

With a snap of his fingers the boxers disappeared, his thick length breaking free and hovering tauntingly in front of you. Lucifer gripped the shaft of his cock and smacked it against your cheek. His expression showed his amusement at your drooling mouth and half lidded eyes.

He tapped the head of his cock on your lips, "Open."

And so you did. The thick head now rested on your outstretched tongue, tasting of the precum that had leaked from him. Lucifer positioned you by your gripped hair before thrusting into your throat, slowly at first. Inch by inch, your mouth took in his cock, until he reached the back of your throat with a displeased grunt. His thrusts became more urgent, pushing farther back into your mouth than you could handle.

Or so you thought.

Lucifer shoved your head down, the sounds of your gagging filling the room while your spit fell to the floor in messy strands. For what felt like an eternity this went on, his grunts growing louder as he used you.

He tugged you off of his length, leaving you to gasp beneath him. You coughed while tears streamed down your cheeks. Lucifer gave you another grin.

"Good doggy."

Hi again, I hope you enjoyed! If you would like a second chapter, let me know in the comments. Thank you all for your support. <3

-Bunny

#supernatural smut #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spn #spnfandom #castiel x reader #castiel #lucifer x reader #lucifer supernatural

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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oh my gosh i luv ur stan hatefucking post 😭😭 i felt butterflies ITS SO GOOD

no bc hear me out i feel like cartman would totally do that... IMAGINE HE WOULD TOTALLY SNEAK IN CAUSE THE READERS PARENT HATE HIM

i love the idea u made and im asking if you could do it but with eric? :D if ya want to of coursee!!

- 🏩 anon :3

hi cutie!! thank you sm im really happy you enjoyed it :] !!!

cartman 10,000% would have to sneak in because he was such an asshole and your parents hate him.

like at midnight, here's eric cartman throwing rocks at your window. you'd open it and he'd accidentally hit you with a rock before laughing hysterically and climbing up.

"you're gonna wake up my dad, he'd kill you if he found you here." you roll your eyes and rub where the rock had hit you.

"your fault you talk so much shit on me to them"

"it's actually your fault you're such an asshole.." you mutter.

"'ey! what'd you say?" eric shouts and you smack his shoulder softly, shushing him loudly. "shut up!" you whisper shout. "why're you here?"

eric laughs, "i wouldn't be here for any reason other than to get my dick wet."

scoffing and rolling your eyes you lay down on your stomach, loudly sighing before he smacks your ass "ow, asshole!" you wince and he laughs.

too lazy and too tired to get up, you lie there and let eric strip you of your clothing. he kisses your back and whispers degrading comments at you.

eric brings his hand to your hips, pulling them up to leave you chest down and ass up in the air where he'd bring his hands to your wet cunt, teasing it before sliding his middle and ring fingers in, scissoring his way inside you. this pulls sweet moans from your mouth.

"shshsh, quiet slut." eric whispers out to you in a soft chuckle. but you couldn't help yourself. "such a loud little bitch, huh? yeah? need me to cover your mouth, huh? yeah?" he taunts in a baby voice with little nods as he slides his fingers out of you.

soon that hand is brought to your face where he pulls your head up by your jaw and eric shoves the two fingers that were just in your cunt into your mouth, soon sliding his cock into you.

the moans you attempted to let out were muffled by eric's fingers as his cock moves in and out of you, accelerating to a faster pace each thrust.

his other hand smacks your ass not too hard so it doesn't wake your parents, if they hadn't already awaken by the loud screeching of the bed.

the both of you were bound to get caught, just bound. and if you were, you feared not only cartman would be dead, but you would be too.

you'd known just how much your parents hated cartman, rightfully so. he was a jerk who'd bullied you your entire life ever since you were five years old.

"you're so stupid!" he'd laugh every time you'd get a question in class wrong. "slut!" he'd yell every time he'd seen you with a boyfriend. no matter what you did, eric was yelling or laughing at you for it.

you told your parents about everything he'd done, they also saw it. they hated him, so much.

it was fairly recently when you'd added a sexual aspect to your hateful relationship. ever since its gotten better with cartman, but not with your parents..

they still hated him, and that likely wouldn't stop.

"fu-ck–!" cartman groans quietly. "gonna cum.. cum with me precious."

when he said that you felt yourself growing closer to the edge. "cum with me, cum with me," he continued to repeat himself over and over again, every time he said it he thrusted harder.

and there that knot came undone and you came, feeling that warm liquid fill you up from cartman.

he'd lay beside you on his back, breathe heavily and softly chuckling. "can i stay the night, it's dark out."

"i guess so." you smile as he wraps his arms around you. "just be gone by morning."

#vanillaan #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman smut #eric cartman south park #south park smut #south park x reader #south park

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Kill Bill

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TW: stalker, possessive, toxic Rafe! Language. Dub!Con. Bondage. Degrading language. Dark!Rafe. Dom!Rafe. Anal play. Anal sex.

SUMMARY: Rafe's POV about how he plans to get her back, with unethical and unorthodox means, of course.

WORD COUNT: 2900

REQUESTED

Don’t know if you’re still taking request but anything in Rafe’s pov would make me so happy 😭🙏🏽

Iovdrew asked

hi babeee! how is everything going? i hope is all good love. you think you can do something based on “kill bill” by SZA? i think it suits rafe quite well. it’s okay if u cant. love u🤍🤍

Kill Bill

RAFE'S POV

What the fuck was she thinking showing up here tonight with him? A pogue?! At my house?! At my party?! It only made sense that I taught her little ass a lesson. That perfect little ass I know missed me. So why would I have to suffer when she was the one who made the mistake?

I waited until they left, acting as if I gave a shit about Topper's recent drama with Sarah. Some comment about her pulling away and my eyes noted how JJ wrapped her beneath his jacket. My fist curled around my drink at the thought of her smelling like him when I took her again. Marijuana and dirt was the best way I could think to describe it. A hint of saltwater. And blood if he dared to kiss her in front of me. Luckily for him and that pretty boy face, he was smart enough not to. Instead, he led her down my steps and towards his bike.

A convenient lack of gas from the brake I cut, stalling him enough to enlist Kiara's help as I caught my girl finding me in the crowd. A taunting lift of my cup and she rolled her eyes before turning away. A smirk developed as I took a sip to how I knew I would have her rolling her eyes for me again. Only this time in the way I knew he never could. And he would never have a chance to if I had a say in it.

"Hey…Need some gas?" She looked at me as if I offered her cocaine. Not exactly uncommon for me, but not for her. I'd never let her touch the stuff. Not when I knew the hold it could have over someone. And I only wanted her to be that addicted to me. And she would be. Whether she liked it or not.

"You have some?"

"Ward kept some in the shed…" Her eyes widened as she swallowed hard. The mention of the shed was intentional to the last time we were in there. A hook hung in the center of the room as I took her from behind. She dripped so beautifully for me. And she fucking remembered. I saw the fire in her eyes and the way she pressed her thighs together in remembering it. Remembering me. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't throbbing.

"Kie is gonna give us a ride."

Fuck. Kiara always saving the day.

"She's convinced it was more fuel efficient anyway…let's go, princess." He spoke intentionally to spite me as I only called after them.

"Have a safe night," Well aware hers would be anything but.

A few hours later, when everyone that remained at Tannyhill was too drunk or high to notice my absence, I slipped into the night and to her home. And I knew he was there with her. A radar for the leech that existed as JJ Maybank on high alert. But it didn't matter. I planned for this.

I finalized the final strap to the bed as she awoke. Her eyes took only a second to adjust before she glared at me.

"Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?" But as she asked, she offered another question before I could answer. "Why the hell am I tied up?! Let me go!"

"Did you think I went through all this just to let you go?"

"Stop! We can talk, okay?"

"I don't want to talk." I hovered over her, my hand at her jaw.

"I want to fuck." Her face paled even though her eyes widened with need. My hand cascading down her face and to her breast, a ready nipple already erect.

"Stop it…Rafe, I mean it!" But as she wanted to fight me, her body told me of her true need. My fingers removing the bralette from her breast and exposing her to me as she tensed to my tongue over the bud. Fuck I missed that little whimper she made when I did this. How could I ever think for a second I could be without it. Oh right, because I thought it would make her happy. Well, I won't make that mistake again…

"Good girl, baby…keep purring for me…just like you always did…" My hand continued even lower, my mouth set at her breast as she fought her body. Every nerve that I slowly broke behind.

"You still get wet just from this?" I asked, a finger against her panties for validation.

"Even worse…" I slapped her clit from over the clothes panties.

"You remember last time she got hit? Came for me all over my tongue…" I looked up at her, finding her biting her bottom lip until it drew blood. Fuck, was she trying to make me come already?

"I can still taste it…my girl's cum all over my face…mmm…" I nestled my nose against her, breathing in her scent. The scent I caused.

"Even sweeter than I remember."

"Please…Rafe…stop…" But her words were weak as I scoffed.

"You know begging only makes me want to come inside that pretty little throat…but I don't want to risk making you raspy…not before I hear you beg for it…" I bit over the fabric of her clit, the friction making her arch.

"But JJ…please." His name made me bite her, hard, as she winced. My weight shuffled off of the bed as I turned on the lamp across the room to get her attention. There, in a chair at the foot of the bed was JJ. Tied with his mouth, ankles, and hands kept out of place.

"JJ!"

"Fuck, she's already dripping for me, JJ…bet you never knew she could get this wet…"

"It's okay…" He tried to muffle behind his mask as I scoffed.

"It's anything but…don't worry, JJ…I'm not evil." I smirked as I whistled, the door coming open across the room. A girl I knew wanted JJ entered, her lips already moistened when she saw him.

"As promised…" I explained as she moved to her knees in front of JJ. His eyes wide as he fought against her until his cock was in her mouth. Then his eyes screwed shut, his hips making a slow rise as I turned back to her teary gaze.

"I haven't been with anyone since you. In here…" I reminded her of the bedroom as the wall behind the bed still wore the same wounds made into the wall.

"And he's already coming from some other girl.."

His moans were valid in this as he was lost to her skilled mouth.

"JJ!" To this, I moved over to him, pulling off the tape and stopping the whore at his knees.

"You want her to stop, JJ?" He clenched his teeth, dripping with need.

"Fuck…" She stoked him. "Look at our girl…she's so wet watching you…don't you want her to come?"

"Jesus…."

"Tell her you want her to keep sucking you, man, she will…she's good for it…" she grinned.

"Keep going…fuck…keep going…" My girl cried as I moved to her.

"Yes sweetheart…oh shit…you feel good…"

"Pogues may be resilient, but they're impatient…" JJ continued to endorse her, only helping my cause as she turned away.

"They don't know a good thing when they have it…" I pulled her panties down far enough to expose her to me as she shifted in sadness.

"It's okay, baby…I'll remind you why you only need me to make you come…" I began with two fingers.

"Fuck…you…"

"Not yet, baby…damn, I guess his impatience is rubbing off on you…"

"I hate you…"

"Good…you'll come twice as hard then…once when you hate me…and once when you remember you love me…" I returned to her, my hand applying pressure to her stomach as I made her arch immediately.

"I love it when you make it difficult…I can get every angle of you this way…"

She moaned. The way I knew she never did with him. The way I knew only I could make her.

"Untie me…please Rafe…I want to touch you…"

"I'm not falling for that, baby…"

"I want you in my mouth!" She begged as I saw the tears still in her eyes.

"Yeah?" She nodded as I moved to the edge of the bed, hiding her chin softly in my direction.

"Then suck me…"

"Untie me…" To her response, I silenced her with my cock. Her eyes rolling as she looked towards JJ, face red and lips parted as he was basking in his own pleasure.

"Focus on me, baby…I'd never hurt you…" She grazed her teeth on my skin as I hit her breast.

"Not unless you deserved it." I flexed in her mouth, the way she was in pain making me nearly come on the spot. The only thing better than hearing her come in ecstasy was that pleas of agony. Both welcome by her once upon a time.

"Be good and you get a reward…" I lowered my hand to her pussy. Jesus, she was crying everywhere for me.

"One to start…" I explained as she tightened around me immediately.

"Keep going…" I endorsed as her eyes closed, her brows raised to show her endurance turned to basking.

"You missed choking on my cock, didn't you baby?" She nodded as I lived for this submission. I could feel myself closer than I wanted to be because of it. But her pussy deserved my cum, not her dirty little mouth.

"Slow down…" She listened, focusing only on the tip as I filled her cunt. My palm rubbing at her clit as two fingers fucked into her. God she purred, too.

My perfect little kitten.

"You wanna come?"

She nodded in desperation. He remained audible as I teased my cock to her lips as she chased after it.

"I want to untie you, but I can't trust you-"

"I swear, I just wanna have you inside me…"

"One hand…" I offered as she bit her bottom lip with excitement, her hand moving directly to my shaft.

"Good girl…oh fuck…" I moaned as JJ came behind me. Her eyes ignoring the shift they'd tried to make as I nodded.

"See baby, I even last longer…"

"I know…"

"You miss it?"

She nodded.

"You want it?"

I grinned before unlatching her left ankle so I could turn her towards the bed.

"I want to taste you. And he's gonna watch. Maybe learn something…sit on my face…" She was quick to obey, my good girl knowing exactly where she belonged.

"Hold yourself open for me…" She reached between her legs and spread herself, dripping onto my lips. My tongue greedy to her as she bucked away from me.

"Don't come, yet…I promise you can. And hard. Just not yet. Not until I say…" I felt her use her clit against me.

"You want to make me come?"

"Yes!"

"Fuck.." I grunted before reaching up and leaving her untied in all ways but her right ankle that remained to the bed. Her hand wrapping around me and stroking me as I ate into her. My tongue savoring as she melted into my mouth. For a moment, I forgot about JJ and the girl. I just focused on her quivering at the edge of my tongue.

"I miss your ass…"

"Take it!" She moaned as I scoffed.

"You that desperate to come?"

"Yes!"

"Shit…you are…" I used her dripping to her ass. That little hole calling for me. My fingers beginning first as she clenched tightly around my other hand.

"Don't come…" I reminded.

"I need to! RAFE, I'm gonna explode!"

"Squirt maybe…" I slapped her ass. "I don't know about explode-"

"I'm gonna! It's…oh…it's so…fuck…Raaaafe! She fucked herself back into me, every hole devoted to me before I split her ass wider, spitting at the hole.

"Ooh, even your little ass is wanting me…"

"Please…take me, Rafe…fuck me…"

"Hear that, JJ…"

"Rafe! Me!" She moaned. "Please!"

"Turn around." She obliged. "You ride me and you make him watch. And I promise to make you come all over my fucking cock." My hand was stationed at the back of her neck as she began, hurrying to bury me into her. I missed my little vixen. I missed how she missed me.

"Harder!"

"You gonna come if I do?" She nodded quickly as I slapped her ass.

"Then you wait…"

"RAFE! I can't! I need it!" I took her breast in my mouth, leaving bruising and a bite mark as she arched beneath me. She always loved being marked and bruised. It's why I needed her every fucking second. To correct her.

"Not even using a condom, baby."

"I want to feel you come inside me…" Her nails are into my back, blood dripping down her trail as I flexed.

"Give me it…" She knew what I meant, pulling the blood to my lips.

"I wanna make you bleed…" She offered her lip as I took it between my teeth as she winced.

"Yes…" I grinned. "Baby, fuck harder…I want to feel how badly you want it." I ordered as I assisted in the rise made of her hips.

"RAFE! I'm gonna come! You're hitting right there!!!"

"Here?" I asked with a finger to her clit.

"Yes!!! Fuck! I can feel it…It's so close baby…"

"Oh shiiiit…." I breathed out as my balls tightened. I wanted to last. I needed to. But her pull and submission was too much. The clench. The blood. Her body. Her pussy. Fuck…that good shit…she was making me an animal rooting up into her.

"Yes! Like that!"

"Yeah baby?" I sucked into her neck, squeezing her ass as tightly as I could as my middle finger teased that hole.

"Please! PLEASE!" I obliged, fucking her through both holes as she left me. Her body trembling and her eyes nearly possessed. When she crashed, I threw her onto her stomach. My jaw forcing her to look at JJ who was being overstimulated by his whore.

"Yes…" He mouthed to her.

"Fuck you…" She spoke to him as I'd never loved those words more coming from her.

"You want him to watch you come again?"

"Please…I want more…" I pulled her hair and made him watch her.

"One hole left, baby."

"Fuck it…" I spit into her spread cheeks.

"It's already soaked…"

"It needs you…" I slapped her ass.

"Oh yeah? Let me hear you beg a bit then…if you need me…"

"I'll do anything please just fuck me there…right here…" She lifted her hips, opening her cheeks wider.

"Tempting, baby…"

"Oh God! RAFE please!" I teased her with the head of my cock.

"Here?"

"Fuck yes…"

"Has he?"

"No!"

"Good." I thrusted. Cruel and cold as she came the second I began. Her body trembling as I set two fingers back inside of her.

"Rafe….baby…"

"You used to take me all night…you have a lot to make up to me…and he's gonna watch every fucking time…"

"Rafe…"

"He loves it…" I smirked, scoffing at how her ass squeezed me. Warranting a slap of approval.

"Keep doing that ..yeah yeah yeah yeah…"

"JJ…" I pulled her hair.

"You don't fucking say his name while I'm inside you…"

"I'm sorry!" She rasped as I kissed her hard.

"I'm gonna fucking come again!" She announced, pained.

"It's too much…I'm gonna..I'm-Rafe…Rafe- I'm gonna!" And there it was, the thing he could never make her do. I knew it. The second I touched her I knew it. And she was doing it for me.

Spurt after spurt. She came hard, as promised. My own load filling her as I paused, feeling her relax.

Big mistake…

"I'm not done sweetheart…" I mimicked JJ's name for her as she eyes widened.

"I gave you what you wanted…" the pain hit me at the moment. She allowed herself to enjoy it so it would end. So the truth was simple. I wouldn't let it.

"Are you mine?" Her eyes shifted to JJ.

"Until you are, we aren't done. Even if it means you get fucking knocked up…I'll take care of you…but right now, you need to learn your fucking lesson. Having to each you drive around town with this pogue, when you will always be on your back for me…or any other fucking angle I want." I fucked into her again. Every ounce of anger projected into each snap of my hips as she continued to come.

It was the only thing that kept me from killing either of them. Something I wasn't even sure I was capable of until seeing how she looked at him. She might actually love him. But she wouldn't by the time I was done with her.

No matter how long it took…

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Todoroki!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling incest, just wanted a reason to write dabixsister smut, filth, non con, agedup!reader, prohero!reader, dub con, turn back now while you still can, slightly naive reader, nicknames used, degradation, cannibalism mentioned in passing, cunnilingus, 18+ only, children protect thine eyes and avert your gaze to something sweeter

Words: 1619

Summary: Uh oh, looks like Dabi has finally caught you.

“Pretty girl” Dabi cooes before his tongue makes a long, flat strip along the slit of your pussy making you meal and arch your hips up to meet his mouth “My pretty girl.”

God how corrupt he was. So much so that he didn’t care that he dragged his baby sister along to damnation.

Fuck did it feel good though as his fingers dig into the swell of your ass, controlling your movements. The strong, long muscle of his tongue fucking your cunt into oblivion. You didn’t care about forsaking your family when Dabi was between your legs having himself a grand ol’ time making you cry out his name.

He was cruel in his affections. Though Dabi made sure it was a cruelty that had your thighs quacking and ass clenching in his palms.

You feel like your clit is about ready to combust from his abuse of it. Dealing it nips with his teeth when you tried to move away from him. A small punishment compared to the lovebites that trail along the inside of your thighs. There’d be no way to hide them with the tights of your usual costume. Dabi dealt with them quickly.

Face burning from the intensity of his lips. The slight slippery texture of the staples along his mouth felt every now and then.

You try and crawl away from him for the upteenth time, but Dabi's fingers dug harder into the muscles of your thighs. He made sure you weren't going anywhere until he was done.

You tried fighting against him. The entirety of your fight you mentally chastise yourself for falling for Dabi's trap. For a while you'd been able to evade him in this cat and mouse game. Shoto would be able to talk you out of confronting Dabi in whatever dark corner he was lurking in.

Wanting to apprehend him before he hurts the rest of your family drove you to seek him out. As long as he lived you and Shoto would never be able to break free from the harm Enji Todoroki as long as Dabi lived. He would hold this against not just the man he had main beef with, but harmless Natsuo and Fuyumi too. Dabi would keep reminding the public what Endeavor did to his wife and kids and how the world would now pay for it.

Tried resisting the urge to fall for his taunts, his mocking little names that he attached to you. Your older brother needed to be stopped. And if anyone could go toe to toe with Dabi, it was possibly you. Endeavor was still wary about fighting his own son whom he'd thought dead. And while Shoto possessed his half and half quirk, the heat of his flames couldn't compare to Dabi's bright blue.

However, the heat of your blinding white flames could give Dabi a run for his money.

Heat and combustion converge to birth a transcendent luminosity. Well, that was how Shoto often described it. You never knew he was a poet.

That night just wasn't your night.

You were already running low on fumes by the time you encountered Dabi.

It was like he was waiting for this perfect opportunity where you weren't in peak condition to detect his footsteps approaching. Not even the reek of cigarettes that clung to him tipped you off.

Now you found it near impossible. Body betraying every rational thought that was trying to breach past the surface as he devoured you from the inside out. Plus he threatened using a quirk-destroying drug on you. The very same that robbed the now pro-hero known as Lemillion when he was younger.

The prospect of losing your quirk was worse than being assaulted. You didn't know what he would do once you were caught. Never thinking it could become reality. Initially you think maybe he'll kill you and throw your corpse at Endeavor and Shoto's feet. Rub in another victory for the villains.

Hungry. So fucking hungry Dabi was when the moment came where he finally caught you. You were fast, like a shooting star, when you used your fire quirk to propel yourself through the sky. Like Endeavor did. But Dabi wanted it more. Since first reconnecting with his beloved sister, it was all Dabi could think of. His dreams were plagued by your sweet mewls.

Fingers rip away the material of the bottom of your uniform with vengeful talons.

The same fingers that now delve past your sopping wet folds that have a vice squeeze around the digits as you squeal, attempting once more to put distance between you and Dabi yet also bucking your hips against his fingers.

What scared you most about this whole thing was how mind numbingly amazing he was making you feel.

Oh it was fucked up for sure that he made you sob and cry from the pleasure that choked you. His obscene slurping of your pussy actually accomplished in making you more wet.

The first man to touch you like this. . . and it was Touya of all people. Your older brother. Someone who was supposed to protect you.

You feel sick like you're on the verge of throwing up. But each time you think you were going to hurl, a surge of pleasure courtesy of Dabi's tongue and fingers pulled you from the brink. Felt like he was giving you whiplash as you went from crawling out of your skin in disgust and earth shattering ecstasy.

Did you want him to stop? Yes. . . No. . . You didn't know anything anymore. Your life was already terrible in the past and you barely just finished healing from what Endeavor put the family through. This was something not even your therapist should know about.

When you try to cover your face from the heat of your own shame, Dabi hisses and viciously bites your labia. Up until then you'd been moderately quiet but that bite caused you to cry out loud.

"Nuh-uh. Let me see your fucking face, Miss Hero. Wanna see the dumb expression on it when I make you come." He takes another vicious nip to your labia, making sure you would obey unless you wanted your pussy to become his chew toy. Tremors run through your arm as it slides away from your face to reveal the beads of tears that accumulate in your eyes and the bright red hue of your cheeks. Your bottom lip is chewed raw from your efforts to remain quiet.

How pathetic. You were supposed to be a prohero yet there you were splayed out in front of your villainous brother.

When your thighs seize and your body quakes, your head grows hazy and so light that you think you'll faint. Your orgasm ricochets in your bones, slick walls of your cunt convulsing around Dabi's fingers. That shit eating grin flaming wider across that it puts stress on the staples that hold his face together.

"Haa. . ." A breath is exhaled from him as he cruelly slides his finger out of you, fighting against your vice grip on them. "What would our father have to say about your behavior?" The crotch of his pants grow uncomfortable, the head of his cock smooshed against his zipper. Oh, the thought of Endeavor finding the both of you in this compromising position got him even harder. The shock that would seize the face of Japan's number one hero.

And if the rest of the world found out, well better for Dabi. Everyone would know that you belong to him. That he alone tainted the baby of the Todoroki family. The Spare Twin that no one cared much for. Your big brother doubts there's anyone in the world who adores and loves you more than he does.

His thumb smears the mess of your pussy across your puffed and tender. Enjoying the way you whine and squirm as he continues to overstimulate your already tender cunt. He knew you would be delicious, but never anticipated you being this fucking good. Dabi didn't want to pull away but there was more fun to be had before anyone goes looking for you.

For a moment he thinks back to the phone in his back pocket. A titillating idea comes to his mind of taking a picture of you in this state and anonymously sending it to Endeavor's agency.

Dabi wanted to enjoy this moment though. Possibly for the first time in years, Dabi manages to push Endeavor far out of his mind. Instead he lets himself be consumed by the sight of your chest heaving and the bright red that rose to your cheeks. You half-heartedly glare at him. He had half the mind to steal you. Take you away. Tomura highly advised against it. While you weren't the show stopper like Shoto, you were still very important to the public eye. They didn't need the heroe's efforts growing tenfold because a fellow prohero was kidnapped by them.

Instead, Dabi would just have to take what he could get and attempt to display discipline though he felt like a ravenous animal as he grazes his teeth against your skin. Your body radiates heat against his tongue, salt from your sweat delighting his taste buds. How on earth was it possible for someone to taste so good? It made him contemplate cannibalism. Would your meat taste just as good?

His hand lands on his belt, contemplating the pretty mess he's made of you. He'd have to wait until next time to truly claim you.

Leaning down to your pussy lips one more, Dabi gives it a passionate kiss that has you squealing once more. "Until next time, Miss Hero."

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elysiasduchy · 2 years

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AWAY FROM HOME PANTALONE X FEMALE WIFE! READER

CONTENT WARNING: PILLOW HUMPING, MENTIONS OF SUSPECTED CHEATING, SLIGHT PRAISE, SLIGHT DEGRADING , DACRYPHILLIA, DOGGY STYLE, OVERSTIMULATION/DUMIFICATION

PANTALONE didn’t usually believe the rumors going around the mages and maidens that strode down the halls, mouths full of gossip waiting to be thrown at any given opportunity. Especially ones regarding his wife knowing how many false rumors spewed from their mouths hoping to catch the mans attention, fatui harbinger or not.

It was obvious that Pantalone was a busy man drowning in paperwork daily, barley ever going to his hoke where his adorable wife resided- due to his absence a new rumor was made, it echoed through the halls even if he tried not to listen ti them. It was uncharacteristic for him to listen to a horrendous rumor made by some Ill-breed fatuus he would surely kill for bad mouthing his wife.

‘Did you hear? The regrators wife might be cheating in him!’, ‘I wouldnt doubt it, he barely ever spends time with her, who wouldnt fool around with another?’ The sounds if hushed whispers taunted him, he knew how little he soent time with you recently; and to be hinest, he wouldnt completely baldness you if you did cheat due to the lack if attention from his part.

So to debunk the rumors swirling the minds if the fatui members, he decided to go back home earlier THSN usual. To see if he would catch you cheating or if he woukd be greeted by your gentle kiss on his cheek before cuddling with him.

He unlocked the door expecting to be greeted by a hug or a ‘coming!’ He walked closer to your shared bedroom before he came to a sudden half- he heard muffled moans and whines coming from the room, your mewls echoed through his head? Where the mages righf? Were you bored waiting fir him so you decided to mess around with others?

Quickly opening the door he was surprised when he was met with the sight if you vigorously humping his pillow, tears adoring your face completing your pleasure stricken face. You back was turned to him, engrossed in pleasuring yourself you didn’t seem to notice Pantalone standing in the doorway with a teasing and half relieved smirk plastered on his face.

He walked over to you as you didn’t yet realize that he had entered and watched you jump a pillow like a common whore. His shoes tapping against the hard wooded floors brought you to your senses and much to Pantalones surprise- you opened your legs, basically inviting him to ravage you dumb.

And that’s what he did, flipping you- your stomach hitting the soft and expensive sheets that cost an entire fortune. He tutted, “I didn’t know my dear wife was such a whore, getting off to a mere pillow. Did you really think that would suffice?” You shook your head, the way his thumb circled your clit was occupying your entire mind. Unable to form coherent words, you could only mewl to any degrading sentences he threw at you.

The fullness that you felt was taken away from you in but a second, gloves filled with your glistening slick. You let out a whine, thrustingback trying to find the hand that stimulated you in ways you weren’t able. Pantalone suddenly grabbed your hips, with a grip that would be bruising if he held you even a bit harder.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he teased you with his tip, “my wife is si pretty, hm? Especially when your begging me to fuck you.” Pushing your head impossibly further into in satin pillow case, just as you were about to protest you felt him sheath his cock into your warm cunt you almost instantly righted around him.

Letting out a groan he let you get used to his size before fucking you stupid, he could hear faint pleads and sobs rip from your throat as he held you in place. He snapped his hips into your drenched heat a loud cry could be heard throughout the entire room.

If you were going to try and pleasure yourself by grinding against a pillow because of his absence then he would surely fill you full of his seed, fucking you until you could only let out dumb sounds- fucking you dumb until you could only think of him.

You had your fifth orgasm ripped from your trembling body, you swore that whenever you closed you could only see him- and soon enough he made you feel a pleasure able high only his cock could make you feel.

Suddenly he flipped you around once more, admiring the mess he made of you. Tear stained cheeks and mascara smudged around your eyes and cheeks. cute sobs and a variety of moans were the only things that managed to escape your lips.

You could feel him chase high once again, stuffing you full of his cum. You would surely not feel so empty for a while.

It’s safe to say this is my least favorite smut fic ever

#smut #female reader #x reader #pantalone smut #the regrator #the regrator smut #fatui smut #fatui #genshin #genshin smut #genshin impact #harbinger x reader

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 4 months

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Banda Sunato - NSFW Alphabet

Dear god this gif <3

Warnings: +18 - MDI - NSFW - Mentions of kinks - Blood - Degradation -Dub/con - Possible abuse - This is Banda he is a red flag -

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Banda can be many things but he CANT be soft. After sex he would either go for a shower for himself and not even ask if you need anything (will only ask if you want to join him).

Only if it was a very and i mean a very hardcore session of sex Banda would take you and force you to shower and take care of your injuries (he loves tu bring his knife to the bed).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: His hands. He loves to see them chocking you or using them to abuse your cunt with his fingers till you are crying for him to stop.

Yours: Thights and neck. Loves these two spots of you. He can mark your neck with his bites leaving it all purple for anyone to see. And he can cut your thights and play with your fear of being cut too deep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Oh, he LOVES to end in your mouth and face. Likes to see your post orgasm face and how his cum comes out from your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has no secrets because he has no filter on what he wants to do to you. Maybe his only secret is that him films your sessions together just in case you ever want to leave him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say a 50% ? Seems like the type of guy who does not care about sex that much but has had a few share of experiences.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Probably you tied down on the bed. (does that count?). He likes to have full control over you, and seeing you so vulnerable just awakes something primal inside him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I would say he is MEAN. He likes to push ur limits and taunt you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

FREE HC BECAUSE I GOT NO IDEA.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As i said before, he is mean and not romantic at all. Even if you are something more to him he is still a bastard who sees sex more of a way to satisfie his needs and not yours.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

HELL YES. Banda stalked you for sometime and would jack off when you were unaware of his presence, he keeps doing it but now at the tapes he has made of both of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Degradation

Dom/Sub (he is the dom)

Fear play

Public sex

Dacryphilia

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Any place at any time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any type of expose skin you have or blood. If he is back after a killing you bet you are being fucked for good. He also LOVES risks. If you two are for some reason in a cinema he will make you on top of him and ride him during the movie.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

This is Banda he does not have a "no".

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Defenitly prefers receiving, likes to use you as his sex toy and your mouth of course wont be left behind. He is also pretty harsh when doing it ignoring your cries (that turns him even more).

He may not be that good at giving oral at first but once he learns your weak spots you are a goner.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

ROUGH. This man has the time of his life seeing you under him with your head pulled back and telling him be is being too hard. Does not care.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh, they are a yes. Sometimes he would have a victim to track down and has no time to go all wild. These are the times he uses for a quickie, or during mornings if he feels like it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Will take any risk. For hiw own amusment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Mhm, lets say three rounds in a good day.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He only uses when he is with you. Wont let you use them alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A LOT. Dont worry he will make you cum but will make you beg for it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

When he feels like being extra nasty, he gets loud. But other times he is quiet, only letting out some groans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Banda thinks he owns you, no matter how or why you two started to have sex you are now HIS. He wont stop killing or hurting others (including your loved ones). But you are his and only his to use.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Normal. He only gets hyper sexual if he is back from a recent kill.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much he wants to torment you or laught about something. This also depends on what type of relationship you two are.

Friends with benefits, victim and abuser, boyfriend and gilfriend (probably by manipulation), both are crazy and like the sex, the dynamic change depending on it BUT he will still be a mean bastard who seeks hiw own pleasure and you are just a way to get to it.

#aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #banda sunato x reader

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bitchy-fics · 6 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 | 𝐀𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Alice in Borderland

♡ warning(s): gunshot, bullet wound, chasing, mentions of r*pe, sexual assault, degradation, taunting

♡ word count: 1,668

♡ type: oneshot, fluff, angst

♡ summary: Niragi decided to finally chase after his new target. Y/N was lucky enough to fall into the embrace of the forensic scientist.

''There are no rules at the beach.''

A sentence I wished I'd never hear. How this seemed like a good idea was beyond me; especially when I noticed the amount of drugs, alcohol and sex there present; a good portion being everything but consensual. I felt far from safe, even though Hatter claimed that was his top priority.

This is why I locked myself up in my room most of the day; only going out for food and games. I couldn't leave the building I found myself other than to possibly kill myself, so I had to create my own safety.

That protection I could give myself, however, turned out to be far from safe, even though I was practically invisible I didn't go unnoticed by most of the militants. Aguni left me alone and got the rest to listen to him, except Niragi. Niragi saw the fear in me that this building gave; the paranoia I gained as the weeks passed. To him, I was a rabbit who wished to get caught.

So anytime I was outside your room he'd creep me out on purpose; lingering around me, eyeing me, whispering in my ear if he got close enough, and eventually; started following me everywhere.

Today was his next step, instead of walking behind me he started to chase me; finding his hunt to have taken long enough, to have gotten me more scared than ever before. So after I was done with dinner he followed me quietly until he could attack.

He shot a bullet of his rifle into the ceiling, making me look at him in fear and quickening my pace in hopes of him not noticing. He called out for me again, which got me to turn around; this time to pin me against the wall. ''You think I haven't noticed you, huh? Are you that desperate for me? That you put on this alluring act of a scared rabbit?'' He breathed in my ear as he put his leg in between mine and attacked my neck with his pierced tongue. His long, wet muscle against my skin felt like the most gross and invasive feeling I had ever felt. It made my breath hitch and my heartbeat fasten.

I tried to make him stop, but anytime I tried he seemed to find a way to get me stuck in his force even more. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth with his, I wanted to kick him but he slammed his hips against mine, I tried to slap him but he forced my hands above my head making me unable to do so.

It was only Hatter giving a surprise announcement that saved me; he made Niragi look up in surprise for a split second, giving me the chance to kick him in the balls and run away. He screamed out in pain before regaining his posture and going after me; thankfully his gigantic rifle seemed to slow him down just enough for me to have a chance at survival.

I didn't know where I was running towards, and I didn't dare try and open doors; if they were locked Niragi would have enough time to come to me. And even if the doors were open, I had to be lucky to be able to lock them on time. But that would also be ruined entirely if people were inside a room like that; they would give me up to the maniac chasing me to save themselves.

The only thing I could do was run and wish to find a place where the door was wide open. Luckily, eventually, I did. I ran until I found myself going down a set of stairs, running through a set of doors that somehow led me to a room I had never seen before.

I didn't hear Niragi taunting me anymore, nor did I hear him running after me anymore. I sighed deeply, hoping that he lost track of me; little did I know that wouldn't be possible.

I finally looked around the hallway I had found myself in after taking in all the air I needed to calm down. The walls were tiled white, almost like a dressing room in the gym, yet also similar to a hospital.

I continued to walk through the hall until I heard some clattering in the room at the end of the hallway. I stood still and tried to make sense of the situation. It was not like I could go back; Niragi could be waiting for me for all I knew.

The clattering didn't seem intimidating; the least scary scenario I could think of was having accidentally walked into the kitchen. So I decided to walk towards the only sound I heard apart from the faint partying of the other Beach residents.

When I got to the end of the hallway, close to the door, I was able to look through a little window to see what was going on. I was frightened and terrified when I found out what I saw. An, one of Hatter's closest allies was carefully cutting up what seemed like a body—the body of one of our residents.

I froze in fear, not knowing what to do until I heard a familiar, terrifying taunt again. I looked up to the start of the hallway to see Niragi pointing his gigantic rifle at me, swearing at me, telling me that I was being too difficult, that I had finally gotten myself into a trap I wasn't going to be able to get out of.

In the one second I had at the chance of survival, I fell into the room where An was dissecting her body. She jumped up slightly, most likely because of the loud gunshot that was immediately heard after my entrance.

I looked up in fear, not being able to open my mouth and explain what was going on. Not that I had much time either way; Niragi slammed himself through the doors in a matter of seconds.

Before he had a chance to do anything to me, he looked up to see An with her gloved hands covered in blood, holding a scalpel. ''Are you still busy with that little puzzle of yours, you sick fuck?'' He questioned while resting his rifle on his shoulder. ''I think you're the sick one out of the two of us.'' She sighed as she looked down at me, desperately trying to get away from the monster in front of me.

''You're no fun; just let me have this little bunny, and I won't ever bother you again, deal? If you'd like, I could even keep her body intact so you can analyse her after the slut you're busy with now.'' Niragi offered to the woman in white, looking at me with the worst thoughts imaginable in his mind. I widened my eyes in fear, noticing my vision was getting spotty due to the sudden realisation I was a couple of hours away from dying. I'd be lucky if Niragi would get bored of me quickly.

''I don't think Hatter will be happy with you if you take that one; after all, she's one of our best players. If I were you, I'd find a different victim; it's not like you're that picky anyway.'' She answered sternly as she stood in front of me as if to protect me.

I was surprised it worked as quickly as it did; the predator simply rolled his eyes, turned around, and left the room. Of course, he wanted to leave behind an impact, so he made sure to shoot the same wall he had shot on accident before on his way out.

''Are you okay?'' An asked worriedly the moment she knew we were safe, crouching down beside me to check on me. ''I think so; just a little headache, that's all.'' The woman still decided to check around my whole head. ''You must be in shock; you have a big wound on your head. Keep still until I tell you otherwise.''

For the next couple of minutes, I did exactly what she asked as I watched her run hurriedly through her DIY labratorium. Eventually, she sat back down again with what seemed like an unnecessary amount of supplies. ''This might hurt, but I need to clean your wound first.'' She said before throwing a cup of boiled water onto my wound, making me bite down my arm at the sudden pain to prevent any screaming from leaving the room.

She gave me a rag once she started up the stitching, knowing I wouldn't be able to keep it down and probably hurt myself in the process. It was painful yet necessary; apparently, the wound was pretty deep. An said one of Niragi's bullets must've hit me partially; I didn't notice because of the adrenaline rush I had gotten.

''I'm sorry I bothered you with this; I never even knew this room existed.'' ''Most don't; that's why you shouldn't apologise; I can't imagine what would've happened to you if you didn't find me in here.'' ''I'd prefer not to think about it.'' This made the woman smile in amusement and understanding as she knotted up my stitches, took off her gloves, and put everything away.

''I must go soon; thank you for helping me, An.'' I said while yawning when she sat back down next to me again. ''Absolutely not; the moment you walk out of here, you'll most likely find yourself in the exact same danger as before, worse even.''

I didn't really know what happened after she told me I wasn't allowed to leave. I think the effects of the adrenaline rush, stress, and pain I went through finally decided to crash. The only thing I did remember was An picking me up and bringing me to her quarters.

At least I realised she did the moment I woke up in her embrace, caressing my hip softly while lying in her bed.

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Tiger's Prey

Just a little idea that's been haunting my brain yesterday...

Summary: Y/N is an adventurous and wild type of person who doesn't like to sit in one place at a time, feeling trapped and locked away if made to stay in a place for too long. But because of this, then general hongjoong Kim, heard them and wanted to see what he could do...

MINORS DNI

Warings: harddom hongjoong, degrading (whore, runaway cocksleeve, fucktoy) , some praises(good girl/boy, mine, good cub), cursing.

Disclaimer: I don't own ateez in anyway shape of form, this is simply a fanfiction and a idea to see where it goes. If you don't like these please scroll.

How in the world did you get into this situation Y/N...

Of course you knew that you're actions were going to catch up to you. You live by your own rules, you run around freely as you wish and won't let anyone else get in your way for it. Because what was the point? you're little antics weren't too bad or too serious, if anything you would taunt someone and then continue to run away. Till one day your little antics we're witness by the Tiger general.

He has a myth surrounded by his name and how it was achieved. The once innocent and happy little boy who enjoyed helping others more then his own self, a selfless man with nothing to hide, nothing to lose and nothing more to fear other then acceptance. They say for his last test, he was left in the woods for one month. A grueling process with no food, no water, no help for anything. He was left out there for a month and was almost assumed to be dead because there were no traces of him. Not even a small scrap of clothing was left till they finally home him.

He was calmly walking to the red silky rope, what was unnerving to some was how much blood was on him. The old torn and crumbled clothes had little drapples and spots of blood on almost every part of him. He was holding nothing but his mouth had the most blood stains on them. Some was dried, some were fresh. He had a single scar on his face, but behind him was a limping tiger.

No one knows how he got that tiger, no one knows how he was able to survive and tame it. But when he returned the Tiger stayed by his side till it got killed in battle. In which he was called the Tiger in their honor. But of course you knew better then to mess with someone with a name like that right? Well, that was until today when he was right there, watching you steal from a crate. Of course you would've paid them back later, the vendors always know you do on the same day without question or fail but this was.

Even before you could say anything, the look in his eyes was enough to make anyone who looked at him slowly step back in worry and fear for their own lives if anyone dared to say anything against him. Yet if there was one thing he loved, it was a wonderful game of cat and mouse. And you sadly caught the tigers eye

#hongjoong #ateez fanfic #ateezs #ateez smut #seonghwa

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deceitful-darlings · 2 years

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honestly rook is one of my favorite potential yandere characters lol.

yandere Vampire Hunter Rook finding you, a weak and hungry vampire feasting on some poor soul that stayed out too late. when you finally notice Rook, you try pouncing on him and using him as another source of food but Rook can only just laugh in pity at your attempts to get him. he immediately counters you and slams you into the nearest wall, pinning you so you can’t get free or attack him. he holds you down with one hand and taunts you by cutting his wrist on something sharp (that was nearby) and holds it by your mouth but not as close as to where you can freely drink from him. you grit your teeth and ask him why he doesn’t kill you already instead of playing with a predator. he simply chuckles and says something on the lines of “ah but you’re too interesting to kill mademoiselle. you have caught my eyes. and i’m afraid that once something does catch my eyes, it never leaves my sight.” finishing rather darkly. “ah but where are my manners, forgive me.” he moves his wrist to where your mouth can drink and as soon as he does, you latch onto him drinking whatever you can. feeling drained enough the odd hunter pulls his wrist away and bandages up the wound (he’s also pulled away from you which was nice). full from the meal you sit down rubbing your eyes and almost immediately fall asleep to which Rook chuckles. you were obviously a young vampire, turned not that long ago, because any older vampire wouldn’t be caught dead asleep out in the open nor in front of a vampire hunter. Rook made up his mind then and there to take you home with him, making sure to lock you up so you couldn’t escape when you awoke and putting dark curtains in front of the windows in your room to make sure you also didn’t burn to a crisp while asleep.

Ok but this is absolutely the type of thing Rook would do.

Most vampire hunters have a certain air about them, either professional or grisseled, but Rook is one of the odd ones. Most like him don’t make it past their first few hunts, and people expected the same of him, so you can imagine their surprise when he kept returning safe and sound. While flirtatious and ridiculously overzealous about him bizarre view of beauty, he’s deceptively effective and dangerously talented and hunting his prey. Some notorious vampires even fell to him, so when he finds you how can you think anything except that your life is over?

Whether through deliberately denying your urges to hunt as you didn’t want to harm, or simply being unable to, you hadn’t fed in over a week. Your hunger driving you nearly to the point of insanity, you jumped the first person you can across after scraping together enough of your sanity to wait in a backalley at night. When Rook finds you, you’re certain your life is over, the small part of logic in the back of your mind telling you that you can never win this. And you were right, you couldn’t.

You hate how he acts, the casual way in which he treats your fight, as if this is some kind of sick game to him as opposed to the cruel reality you called your life. It’s mocking, you’d rather he kill you on the spot. But he doesn’t, you can’t understand why he lets you drink from him, and you hate how degrading it feels to be feeding off the very man who caught and incapacitated you, but what chance do you have against your instincts? It’s dehumanising, reminding you how you are very much not human anymore.

You barely register him moving away, but when your vision fades you expect it to be the last time it does, that it was some kind of strange courtesy that the hunter had given you before finally ending you life, but to your surprise they open again.

A room you don’t recognise, a bed you don’t recognise, clothes you don’t recognise. But the man by the window-

Oh you recognise him.

It seems like a sick joke at first, you’re confused, thinking perhaps this is some kind of afterlife where someone who showed you kindness was your guide, but as the temperature settles into your skin and your stomach remains full from your feast the night before, it dawns on you. The bastard didn’t kill you after all. But why? Why would he keep a vampire, the very thing he was meant to exterminate alive? Wasn’t he joking when he said all of that to you? Wasn’t it just something you imagined up in your hunger induced hysterical aggression?

Apparently not, or else why would he be draping such heavy curtains across the window to keep it out of the room? Why would there be rattling chains keeping you secured to the bedframe? Those very chains that had him turn around.

“Ah, you’re awake ma chérie! Now, now, don’t struggle so! I wouldn’t want you to damage your wrists in your weakened state! Hm, kill you? Oh, how amusing! Don’t you remember my words? Don’t fret, for I will repeat them as many times as you need! You caught my eye ma chérie, and once I am enamoured my eyes will remain upon you for as long as I shall live! Ah, I see. It’s natural for newly turned vampires to be volatile, such a feral nature, unencumbered by the rules of our society, such a natural and pure beauty! I shall be patient with you, for that and love is all even a feral creature needs to accept those who mean them no harm!”

#yandere #yandere rook #yandere rook hunt #vampire hunter rook hunt #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #vampire mc #yandere twst #rook hunt #yandere male #vampire!mc #vampire hunter rook #tw rook #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #sfw #anon asks

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year

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BEX I’M SO EXCITED TO REQUEST SOMETHING FROM YOU!!! It’s nothing fancy, but may I request something where New Nightmare Freddy just mercilessly eats out an AFAB reader? Like, he’s just totally nasty and messy and keeps going until Reader’s a sobbing overstimulated mess? I have a major need. Please and thank you Bex, you’re the best <3

Ahhh! ACE! So I know this took me a minute but I am so happy with how it came out! Just some filthy fucking nasty pussy eating! What more do you need! Got this in under the wire but happy Valentines day, eh? I agree we need more NN! Freddy, he is the best and I hope to do more of him this year! Let’s not waste time, let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. NN!Freddy X AFAB! GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings. Use Of Bitch. Degradation. Dirty Talk. Dub-Con. Forced Orgasm. Cunnlingus. Fingering. Face Sitting. Knife Play. Pain Play. Fear Play. Blood Play. Chase. Cum Play. Freddy Just Being Gross. Crying. Overstimulation. Nipple Play. Rimming.

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“We’re Done When I Say Were Done.”

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He hasn’t needed to eat in years.

His body isn’t sustained by regular food. And yet still needs something to maintain himself, just what he gets energy from is different now. He gets power and life from taking it away from others, from making them utterly helpless and terrified and ultimately killing them, consuming their soul, stealing the very life force that made them, them. That is what he truly needs nowadays. He was more than capable of taking it, in fact the build up and the execution of it were far too fun for him, he loved drawing out the experience, “playing” with his food.

There are so many ways to toy with one’s food, and so, so many ways to feed one’s self, and currently we find him, between your spread thighs, eating you in such a fashion that while it doesn’t physically nourish him, it does satisfy him in a different sense.

You however were still trying to contend with the sheer speed with which he had snuck up on you, struck up a chase, and had managed to catch you. Seemed no matter which way you turned he was always right fucking there.

He did it with such ease there was no cloying or taunting variation of the oh so original, “Caught ya.” Because it wasn’t necessary. You filled in the blank for him in your mind and he could hear it, I mean this all technically did take place in your head didn’t it? You didn’t like to think about the mechanics, it could make your head hurt and you had a much more serious life and death situation to focus on at the moment.

When you were below him and he raised that sickening hand that was a mish-mash of exposed muscle and bone and blades, your eyes squeezed shut and you waited for the killing blow.

But it never came.

He didn’t end you like you might have thought, his hand fell, he did slash, but the razors only caught your shirt, your eyes flying open in surprise, and from the mild jolt of pain from the few thin cuts that grazed your stomach. He fed his fingers through the slits he made into your shirt with ease, he curled his fingers and he pulls, hard.

The fabric gives way and you jerk in fear as your torso is exposed, the remnants tossed aside, he finally acknowledges you, a sneer as he asks, “Scared?”

He leaves no time for you to respond as next the poor excuse for bottoms you wore to bed that night were torn away to join the same fate as your shirt. He was so strong, it took him no effort to strip you totally bare except for the sweat that had built up on your body from the chase through this blistering hell hole of steam and pipes and cracked concrete.

His monstrous hand came down, blades teased featherlight over your chest, cold metal brushed over your nipples and you inhaled harshly, sucking down a deep and shuddering breath as the sensitive skin stiffened into hardened peaks. The expression he wore was sadistic, the smirk twisted, his fingers closed on one and he pinched, he pulled and turned, rolling it in his grasp and making you let out a small and strained sound in response.

“I think you can do better than that, right?”

He tugged hard and you let out a yelp and he almost praised you but the tone and expression undercut it, making it fall just shy, “Better. But still pathetic.”

You feel the smoothness of cool leather against your thigh and the unmistakable hardness below it and the feeling of that forced upon you simultaneously turns your stomach and makes your clit throb.

Again there was no time to pour over or process because he rocked against your thigh as his bladed hand abandoned your chest, drags lower, fingers spreading the small amount of blood that had welled up from the tiny cuts he gave you earlier. He didn’t stop until two of his fingers were bordering either side of your clit, a small squeeze and your breath catches, eyes slightly unfocused and he was watching your face the whole time. You could almost hear the pleased purr at the reaction he got from the smallest touch, he could feel the confusing mix and mess inside of you. The fear and the slight nausea, the confusion and of course the shameful, guilty arousal. It was totally delicious, almost as good as it could get without killing you.

But not quite, there is still something better to partake in and he was intending to soon after a little more playing with you.

Your breathing was ragged, the fear was close to outweighing every other feeling because of how close the blades were on his fingers, the dangerous position. How one small slip up could fucking ruin and utterly destroy such a sensitive and intimate part of you. He didn’t stop his small probing and manipulation and how you had no clue what to do, to pull away or hump embarrassingly into his touch to get more of what you clearly craved. His fingers left you and your body went slack, relaxing until he laid down a firm and solid hit right where he had been touching previously. Your body bowed from the intense jerk of pain to your system along with a choked off moan. He let out a laugh that was somewhere between amused and malicious. “Hurts, hmm?”

A shaky nod and he repeated the action, harder and you whined from the abuse he brought to your clitoris. He tsk’d and a few more smacks hit strong and true, each one causing you to release another all too amusing sound and while you were still reeling from the last hit he took the opportunity to do what he really wanted.

He could smell your cunt, you were more than ready and he was simply dying to satiate that other lingering hunger he had. His hands on your hips he jerks you up and you inhale harshly, you were staring up at him, wondering his next move as he ground the smooth leather against you. The slick from you spread over the clothed bulge of his erection as he moved and he said in the most mocking way possible, “I’m sorry.”

He leaned down closer, “I’ll make it up to you.”

A harsh swallow before you asked, “How?”

He started to slip down, hands moving as he went, more thin cuts along your hip and down your outer thigh as he went, you hissed at the hurt and he hummed out as he found his place between your thighs, resting on his stomach as he provided the answer to you. He leaned in, unnaturally long tongue slipping out of his mouth before licking a strip up the middle of you from hole to above your clit making you cry out and arch before he told you, “I’ll kiss it better.”

You think if anyone else but him said that you would cringe and roll away but the heat behind it made you melt even more so than the heat in here already was.

Any lingering want to push him away or for this to stop has been put to bed when his mouth is back on you.

How could one ever begin to describe the taste of you in this state?

Describing how a person tastes might be difficult for some, trying to nail down and put words to the flavour of an individual, but he isn’t regular, is he? No, he isn’t human at all, he is so, so much more than that. He himself is like a collection of words, a living, breathing, idea, a story currently in motion and as such he has more than ample ability to describe what your needy and soaked cunt tastes like.

The unique cocktail that made up you was nothing short of delectable. A hot, heady, silky mixture, salt and a particular tang to it that was immensely pleasing to the palette. They say what you eat affects how you taste but again he isn’t mortal, he can glean so much more from the taste you provide, he swears that he can in fact, “-taste how desperate you are.”

He barely lifted his head or broke contact with his mouth to share that lovely little fact with you and dove back in between your thighs tongue first before you could even begin to conjure an adequate response, or a response period. You tasted like just what he knew you would and just what he needed, pure, unfiltered, barely contained fucking whore. It was just below the surface and he could bring it out to play with a few well placed licks.

He seriously wondered how long you had been deprived of anything like this, it felt like it had been ages from how you were responding. And speaking of, right now you were very tense, breathing shallow and thighs threatening to almost suffocate him, (well if he actually needed to breathe of course-), from how hard they held his head. His hands took care of that. Spread you wide and force your legs apart and flat to the surface of the bed to truly allow himself to do what he needed. You were gasping for air in short order as his tongue delved inside your parted lips, into your soaked and clenching hole, curving up and upon touching a particular spot you made the best sound you had so far tonight.

Back to you though and how you were handling all this. Your mind was a soupy mess of pleasure and scattered thoughts, trying to cling to anything as he ate you out in a way that felt like the one series of letters and syllables that could fit it was ferocious. How could he do this? Move his tongue inside you with such ease and simultaneously so much force? Your end was speeding towards you at a blinding pace.

His mouth seems too large. His tongue is still inside you, moving, sliding in and out, curling and working but also you could feel the wet heat of the rest of his mouth covering your clit, as if he managed to encompass your whole vulva with his horrible maw. Legs twitching underneath his hands, the string inside you threatening to snap, eyes squeezed shut and there was nothing you could have done to stop the impending orgasm, it overtook beautifully. A deep inhale in while you were on the edge and when you exhaled you were cumming.

You moaned, deep and genuine, voice wavering from the strength of it and your voice wasn’t the only sound. Eating someone out the way he was, it isn’t a quiet affair, it sounds lewd and obscene and wet, but more than that too, he also let out a moan against you upon the peak of sensation. The moan sent vibrations that made your body try to jerk against him, increasing it all even further.

He loved this part, feeling you clenching rhythmically around his tongue, undeniable evidence of what he forced from you. What made it even more delicious was the lingering reluctance, the wish that you weren’t so fucking into it and cumming so hard from the mouth of a literal monster.

His hunger was far from satisfied.

He didn’t slow even when your orgasm subsided. He kept going. The attempts at thrashing were ignored as was the beginnings of your pleas for him to, “Stop! Fuck, please-It’s too ahhhn, too much!”

Of course it was too much, it was all by design, it was the entire point.

You tasted better after cumming, he wasn’t sure how but you just did and of course, you were wetter even though some of it had to be from him. Long tongue slid out, he pulled back and in that deep, unnatural voice he told you, mockingly, “Scream all you want, I’m not stopping because you want me to, this isn’t about you.”

Confusion painting your features, “I-it’s not?”

A laugh, a sickening sound that made you clench around nothing and also made your hair stand on end before he tells you, “No it’s not. This is about me feeding myself from this-” His hand between your legs, his thumb stroking up and down your clit, dipping into your soaked hole, you hissed slightly from the overstimulation, “-sweet cunt. It is the best thing you have to offer me, addictive taste and I am going to eat it until I am done, no sooner.”

And then a funny little thing happened, him saying that, the look in his eyes, his hands on you, the fear you had felt totally melted away. True to his word, he didn’t stop, didn’t relent, more probing of his tongue, harsh sucks of sensitive flesh, nips of sharp teeth and cuts from his bladed fingers on your hips and thighs. The pleasure and pain intermingles in this scarily intense blend that makes you feel like you might lose your mind. He talks and what is odd is that when he does at points he doesn’t break away, you still feel the moves of his mouth but hear the sounds of his voice reverberating on the walls around you, he asks humiliating questions, makes impossible requests, expects you to keep track of the times you fall apart because of him and how could you ever do that? He forces you into many a degrading position, dragging you easily into whatever configuration he wishes, making you grind on his face as he holds you so hard you bruise. He leaves no part of you below the waist free from his mouth, clit and both holes are delved inside and abused till you gape and have wetness rolling down your shaking legs all while he orders you to- “Ride my tongue you desperate bitch.”

You are so far gone your body moves on it’s own, pace is uneven but you do as he wishes.

You genuinely lose count, you have moments of the briefest lucidity but they don’t last, you are lost to feeling and to the all consuming nature of him. He presses on the fresh cuts, makes blood spill and intermingle with slick and spit and sweat, he tastes all of you, everything you have to offer. When it all becomes way too much, when you have cum more than you think you ever have or maybe ever will again, too tender to have another wrung from you, the tears fall and you feel him break away only to be back on top of you. His tongue is back on you, tasting the salt laden streaks pouring down your cheeks and then he finally seems satiated, having tasted every single fluid he wanted from you. The last thing you remember before waking up was him nearly cooing about how you were a, “-perfect midnight meal.”

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