#+ GOT STUCK. + RAMMED MY KNEE INTO WALL

[apileofmoss]

OW

#flopped. onto my bed + put my feet over my head to pop my back yknow #+ GOT STUCK. + RAMMED MY KNEE INTO WALL #i was just tryna go eepy #mossy's mumblings

[heartfullofleeches]

Maybe a better idea..... Farmer Flemish giant rabbit Yan catches Foxboy reader, but gives reader the choice that if he becomes the yans malewife he can live.

(That was the plan to some extent in the long run, but the chase is fun, no? Regardless, here's a blurb of the two lovebirds)

Male Flemish Rabbit Yan + Foxboy Reader

Warnings: Imprisonment, kidnapping. Reader's pronouns are not mentioned, but they are thought of as male. The term Wife is used.

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That bastard....

"Let me out! Let. Me. Out!"

Rearing your legs as far back as the tight space would grant, your knees bump into your chest as you kick out. Metal grates dig at your arms with every slight turn and jostle of your body. Dirt and moulted feathers mat your fur, yet there isn't any poultry in sight for you to feast and console yourself upon.

Damn it... You knew it was too good to be true. That farmer was a fool, but a watchful and cautious one at that. He'd never leave the door to his pens open unless he was sick or injured. Maybe part of you had prayed that he was. Wrong as it may be to wish ill on someone making a living for himself, you were just trying to survive too.

"Let me out.... please.." Your voice wavers as the pains of hunger and stress exhaust what little strength you have left. Your balled fists slap pathetically against the metal cages as tears well in your eyes, daring to spill. You won't let them. You won't let him win.

"I said...GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

The gravel outside your wooden prison shifts.

"In due time, Love. We've got a deal to make first."

Dread consumes the emptiness in your stomach, pinning your limbs to the dirt covered floor as he at sinks to his knees. Your knees curl into your chest once more, body and mind subconsciously making yourself smaller as his larger figure draws into view - blocking your sight of the forest beyond his land. Your home. You don't even realize your crying till his fingers brush the wetness from your cheek. You have half a mind to bite them off as they get stuck between the grates.

You snarl- "If you wanted me gone you could've asked..."

The farmer presses a strong hand to his mouth, suppressing a laugh. "If I wanted ya gone, I would'a taken the sheriff's generous offer of a shotgun the last time I had him over. You know how he is about outsiders."

The bite in your stare remains - still, your legs quiver at the mention. "You aren't going to turn me over to him, are you?

He can't. The farmer is lenient towards your crimes, but that man.. That rabbit... He'll have you hanging from the town hall by nightfall.

"Please... I'll...I'll do anything...I'll work off my debt day and night, I-"

"Sweetheart...." The farmer rest a hand on the steel wall of the coop, gently petting its bars as he would your fuzzy little head once you agreed to be his. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you or make you do any hard labor."

"Then-" Your cracked tongue wets your splitting lips. "What do you want from me?"

The farmer cranes his head, meeting you eye to eye. The bags beneath his eyes seemed heavier than usual. How long had been out here waiting for you to return?"

"Cute little fox like yourself shouldn't be out here scrounging around for scraps or the occasional unattended hen. You should have a roof over your head, a comfy bed, all the food you could ever want."

What's he going on about? Another trap?... "If I'm not going to work for it... How does this deal benefit you?"

"I want you to be my wife."

"Wha?!- Ouch!-" Your head shoots up, ramming into the low hanging support beams. "Are you crazy?"

The farmer lets a chuckle slip. "Heh, I'd have to have lost my mind not falling for ya. Think about it this way, Sweetheart. You come home with me and I fill that belly of yours full of food. Or I call up the sheriff and he fills it with lead. Your choice."

Your howling stomach betrays any fight you have remaining. You don't have many options in this scenario. Push come to shove, you could possibly make your escape in the dead of night when he least expects it - taking as many of his hens as your arms could carry.

"Okay... I'll.. be your wife."

"Smart fox." The farmer stands - rounding the corner to the front of the henhouse. He lifts the wooden board that had fallen into place as you crawling inside hours ago. Your legs are too cramped and spent from all that kicking to fight him as he pulls you out by your tail and into his well built arms. The farmer presses his nose to your face, nuzzling your cheek as he walks off towards his home - carrying you bridal style.

"Welcome home, Hun."

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere hybrid #yandere drabble #yandere farmer #yandere male #tw yandere #male reader

[kakujis]

chifuyu x overstim;

warnings: afab! fem reader, slight dacryphilia (fuyu), overstim, not proofread. MDNI.

wc: 0.5k

a/n: i had no idea how 2 format this lil drabble so it's been rotting in my drafts for months MB!!! but pls imagine… chifuyu w a closet nymphomaniac gf who cant keep her hands off him especially after work!!! NFJCNSKCKSKFK!! like its been hours since he got home and you just keep bouncing away on his overstimulated cock!! ♡♡♡

“again?” he groans, head fallen back against the sofa, his black hair stuck on his sticky forehead as you coax yet another orgasm out of yourself.

“‘m sorry, baby, you just feel s-so good,” you pant, swiveling your hips as you use him like a personal toy. it’s so messy, the way your cunt is dripping cum and slick all over his lap. and chifuyu thinks its finally over as you slow down, hands absently trailing up his chest.

but you just needed a short break before you start again, mumbling even more sorrys as tears prick chifuyu’s pretty eyes. he probably can’t take much more of this, thinking he’s gonna die as his girlfriend rides him til dawn.

“baby just one more, i promise,” you coo, slightly readjusting yourself. but even that small movement has chifuyu whining, he’s so overstimulated, brows knit and face red. “you’re so handsome, fuyu,” you compliment, as he looks up at you with glassy eyes.

once you settle in a more comfortable position, now on your knees instead of your feet, you start to move again. the slide of your walls along the length of his cock always feels the best, that’s why no toy satisfies you like chifuyu does. plus, you know chifuyu likes it too, even when he’s telling you no more, his nails stay digging into your waist and his cock stays hard as you milk him of every drop of cum.

just like today, as he groans and whines, he makes no effort to move you off, instead starting to jut his own hips up into yours.

“thought you said no more?” you giggle, but he ignores you, planting his feet firmly on the ground to position himself to take control and rut up into you. your moans are loud, tumbling chifuyu’s name like a chant, but it’s nothing compared to the squelch of your hole which continuously drips liquid down your legs. the both of you are too fucked to think about the mess underneath, as you continue grinding on him, pussy twitching at how pretty his expression is, brows knit and jaw slacked.

you can feel your orgasm coming, the coil thats tight and about to unwind. luckily, chifuyu isn’t far behind himself, evident by the vice grip on your hips that is sure to bruise. it’s filthy, with each slap of his balls against your skin there’s sticky ropes of cum and fluid that keep the two of you connected.

“m’close, fuyu,” you whimper as he continues to ram up into you, this time it’s him fucking you stupid. “fuck, fuyu, fuck-“ you chant, lips ghosting over his as you gasp out obscenities mixed with the sweet tumbles of his name.

he mirrors you, mouth agape as he pants, hot breath mixing together, as you two stare at one another with lust blown eyes. “cum with me, baby,” he grunts, chasing after his high, “so pretty when you cum.”

it’s the praise that sends you over, eyes rolling as you mewl out his name one more time, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. you ride your high out on him as he follows suit, stuttering out hot cum into your clenching cunt.

you fall forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “no more,” he mumbles, head fallen against the sofa once more, eyes droopy. “seriously.” he doesn't even want to think about the mess he has to clean up after this.

“mmkay,” you reply, nuzzling into his neck. you’re full, just like you like it. as much as you'd love to go again, you figure it's time to give him rest. besides, there's always tomorrow. <3

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu matsuno smut #chifuyu matsuno x reader #tokyo revengers #chifuyu matsuno #pibby writing #pibby writing - midnight #like this was supposed to be a simple thirst post. how did it turn into this.

[krishakamal]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞

— Ram x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : In the grief of losing a position, Ram losses the most important person in his life .

WARNINGS : Angry!Ram, break up, angst, 0.9k words.

KAMAL'S NOTE : Hey guys, another fic here. This one was requested by @meenammaisslay in my other account. Hope you like it baby (I'm so bad with angst 🥲)

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The clay vase collided with the wall, shattering into millions of pieces. Ram grabbed his forehead in his hand and fell down on his knees on the ground. This was not supposed to happen. No no no. Where did things go wrong?

He worked his damn life off to become a special officer. He stayed separated from his people, worked for those British basterds, obayed them like a dog just to become the special officer and help his people but everything went down in vain. Instead of him, someone else was appointed to the position.

Ram felt lost. What will he do now? He had no idea. Unaware of his misery, you were hopping towards his house, humming and singing. A permanent smile stuck on your face. Today he was going to be appointed as the special officer and you were sure of it.

As his house came into the view, you fastened your speed. Walking up to the front door, knocked on the wooden door and frowned when you got no answer.

"Ram? Are you in there?" You yelled but still got no answer from inside.

Strange. He was supposed to be home by now. Was he late for work or something? Maybe you should come later. But just as you turned to leave, a sound of something shattering came from inside, followed by a scream you knew so well. Before you knew it, you were pushing the door and entering without permission.

The scene in front of you filled you with dread. Nothing was in its place. Things lying here and there, broken pieces of vase spreaded all over and in the middle of all this Ram sitting on the floor, his head bent down, defeated.

You could not control the gasp that left you, "Ram, what on earth happened here?"

You exclaimed as you made your way through the mess. You crouch down in front of him and shake his shoulders, "Ram, are you okay?"

Ram remained silent but he jerked your hands off of him. You awkwardly drew your hands back. Even though you were hurt, you didn't show it. Now was not the time. Ram silently got up and started walking up the stairs.

You followed behind him, "Ram, what happened? Come on, if you tell me then maybe I can help. Crying and hurting yourself isn't going to fix anything. Ram, just tell m—"

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Ram grabbed your both arms and brought you in front of him.

You flinched at his loud voice. He had never shouted at you before. You knew Ram would never hurt you but his bloody red eyes were scaring you. You breathed heavily and tried not to panic.

"R-Ram, c…c-calm down please." You plead. Eyes prickling with tears, threatening to fall down.

"CALM DOWN? YOU WANT CALM DOWN? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED? ALL MY HARD WORK WENT TO VAIN. I COULDN'T BECOME THE SPECIAL OFFICER!!"

Ram shook you aggressively before releasing you harshly, "Oh! How will you even understand that?"

You cupped his face, "Ram it's okay. W-We can find some other way o-or opportunity."

Ram pushed you back again, "Don't act like you understand me." Ram fisted his hair, "I-I don't understand. I did everything they told me to but they still didn't choose me. Do they, do they know about my plan? Did someone tell them? B-but who would—"

Ram suddenly stopped and looked at you, observing you. Your heart sped up. You didn't like the look in his eyes, full of doubt, anger and betrayal.

Ram started marching towards you and backed away with each step, "Did you tell them? Huh? Did you tell them about my plan? You did right? What did they offer you? Money, is it?"

Ram grabbed your arms again, making you yelp in pain, "Y-You are…. hurting m-me."

"And you know how much you have hurt me? Tell me, did they offer you money? Or was it something else? Did you fall in love with a Britisher behind my back and slep—"

"I didn't do anything." You couldn't help but raise your voice, "Leave me. Fucking leave me, Ram."

You forced your way out of his clutch. Your hurt was hurting. You knew how important it was for Ram but he had no right to talk like that about you.

"You probably did something stupid and now you are facing the consequences."

"STOP SPOUTING NONSENSE!"

Ram raised his hand to hit you. You instantly closed your eyes, waiting for the pain but nothing came. You opened your eyes hesitantly and saw the arm still in the air. Now you couldn't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Your lips trembled as you choked out the words, "R-Ram, you really were g-gonna—"

Words got stuck in your throat. Before you were sure that it didn't matter how angry he was, he would never hurt you. But now, you could not even recognise the man standing in front of you.

Your Ram would hit you, or shout at you, neither would he ever question your character.

His eyes widened when finally realised what he was going to do, "Y-Y/N, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry baby. I d-didn't mean to."

Ram tried to hug but you backed away, scared. Something broke in his heart.

"I'm really sorry baby." Ram whispered.

"Don't." You gulped down the sobbs that wanted to come out, "Don't call me that. I'll call Babai. Sober up and fix yourself. Maybe then we'll talk."

Maybe, not then. Ram knew he had messed up big time. He didn't try to stop you as you hurried out of the house, finally letting those sobbs out. You walk out of the house and probably his life without any intention of ever coming back.

The couple rings dug in your palm as you clutched them tightly in your fist. Maybe we just weren't meant to be.

© 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to KRISHAKAMAL. Do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

#rrr movie #ram x female reader #rrr ram x reader #rrr ram #ram x reader #kamal writes

[killerlookz]

Hi, if you’re not still taking requests, sorry! Ignore this! But if you are I was wondering if you could write a hurt/comfort angsty Dano!riddler fic where the riddler/Edward and the reader get into a big fight and then something happens like the reader leaves and once the riddler calms down he feels terrible ans goes to find her to make up/apologize?? This scenario plagues my minddddd

a/n: hiii!! sorry for taking such a while to get around to this!!! i used essentially? this general premise but changed it just *a little* so, i hope you enjoy!!!

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐬 (Edward Nashton x Gn! Reader)

description: upon finding out edward's true identity as the riddler, reader and edward get into a nasty argument where you end up walking out on him, unable to face that the man you love is simultaneously gotham's current most wanted. outraged and heartbroken, you're dead-set on moving on and never talking to eddie again. but things may have to change when you and edward happen to come into your once-favorite diner at the same time.

content: hurt/angst, break-up, enemies to lovers?, ideations of self-injury (nothing graphic/explicit), mentions of throwing up, pretty severe mental deterioration, comfort, make-up, fluff!

word count: 3485

It had been one week since the worst day of your life.

The worst.

One week since you'd walked out on the man you were certain you were going to marry in a fit of utter despair. You could remember every second of that fateful night as if you were still living in it. Each and every second played on a ceaseless spiral in your brain, over, and over again. Behind your puffy tear-stained eyes lay an incessant, unrelenting memory. You couldn't count the number of times this last week you'd contemplated ramming your head into a wall as hard as you could, as many as you could in hopes to induce some sort of amnesia so you could forget.

Forget everything, forget that night, forget The Riddler, forget Edward, completely.

You needed a new start. But how could you begin a new race when you were already coming in dead last at this one, tripping over your own feet with every inch forward you tried to make, your knees bloodied and ankles swollen.

You couldn't even attempt to move forward with your life, not when you couldn't drag yourself out of the past.

It started like a normal night.

"Normal"

It wasn't really a normal night, but it started way more normal than it ended.

Edward told you he was stuck at work and he'd be home late. But what kind of job keeps you in past midnight? He told you not to wait up for him, and wished you sweet dreams.

You thought he was cheating. And now you wished he had been cheating. It would have been a much easier pill to swallow.

You wrestled with the idea of Edward being unfaithful... deep down you knew Edward would never do such a thing, but why else would he still not be home after 2 a.m?

You heard the door creak open, and shivers ran down your spine at the high-pitched noise. Your head flung around and Edward's eyes went wide. He wasn't expecting you to be up, and he much less wasn't expecting you to be waiting for him in the living room.

"Where have you been Edward?" You got up off the couch, careful not to be too accusatory towards him.

"I-I told you, I was working." He shakes his head, his lip quivering, guilt already plastered all over his poor, sad face.

"Edward, it's 2:40 in the morning." You respond, a little more forceful, a little more accusatory.

"I stopped at the diner, baby. To get something to eat I- it was crowded." His breathing is so rapid you can hear each and every one of his breaths in and out despite being a good distance away from him.

"Eddie..." You started, slowly walking closer to him. You couldn't lie, part of you was absolutely inclined to believe him, but he answered your questions with such little confidence that there had to be something deeper.

The tension in your tiny apartment was paralyzing, so thick that it was suffocating. Despite being physically bigger, Edward looked so small, weak, shaking like a leaf in the apartment's entryway.

He had to be guilty.

"...tell me the truth Eddie- please, are you seeing someone el-" You're cut off by your own involuntary gasping. His face- right across Edward's soft, full cheeks, a dried sanguine streak. Your eyes trail to his arms, an army green jacket draped between the two of them.

Without thinking you're ripping the jacket from his arms, gripping hard at the rough green material as you force it from his grasp.

"Y/n- wait-" He pleads.

You unfold it infront of you and drop it just as fast as you took it when you see the hastily painted questionmark upon it's front breastpocket.

"No..." You shake your head violently, only able to muster up a pathetic whimper in your now swollen throat.

"Y/n-" Edward's eyes are tearing and his hands are placed out in front of him as if trying to gesture you to calm down. "Y/n, please don't cry- I can- please let me explain."

"You?" None of your organs feel like they're in the right place, your stomach is in your throat, your heart is buried way down where your stomach is meant to be, and your ribcage feels like it is inside your lungs. Each breath in brings you unimaginable, excruciating pain. You stare at Edward, unable to move, not even able to blink, your gaze does not move from his anguished eyes.

"Y/n..." Edward starts again.

And then it hits you, it truly hits you.

"It's you!" Suddenly you're wailing, unable to maintain your composure. Your knees give out from underneath you and now you're on the floor with the jacket. You double over, and your forehead rests against the cold wooden paneling on the floor. "GOD NO, NO!" You shriek, "N-NO- NO-NO-NO," you repeat over and over again in an unrelenting lament. You can barely breathe, and each breath that you can muster to get in stings worse than anything you'd ever felt before.

With each choking sob, your shrill voice manages new pitches and volumes you weren't even aware your body could make. For any neighbors listening in it must've sounded like someone was being murdered, and with your newfound discovery, you were surprised that wasn't the case.

You might as well have been murdered though, your heart already ripped clean and beat to a pulp, all that remained was a giant gaping cavity.

The floorboards creek and despite not looking up, you can feel Edward's presence on the ground with you. Slow hands inch towards you as he leans forward to caress your trembling shoulders.

"Baby please don't cry-"

"Don't fucking touch me!" You scream, ripping your head from its position on the ground, whipping your arm forward to swat Edward off you. Now you're looking in his eyes again and it makes you sick how sad he looks, and you're even sicker over how awful you feel for yelling at him. His wet eyes reflect the dim light of the apartment and he looks like a kicked puppy. Not even the realization of the awful atrocities that he's committed could taint his appearance- he looked as sweet as ever.

"I-I did it for you- I did this all for you!" Edward begins to lose it too, his voice cracks as it becomes louder with each word he speaks, tears rapidly running down his cheeks. "I love you- please y/n understand- can't you see how much I love you!"

"You murdered people Edward!"

"I-I-I was only trying to make this city better for you-for us! Please-" He heaves, nearly in a worse state than you. Nearly.

You don't respond, you're in no state to listen to his grotesque justifications. Instead, you only stare at him, desperately looking in his eyes for some glimmer of hope. You wait, anxiously for him to break out in a smile and an awkward laugh, telling you this was all some horrible prank, just some elaborate joke.

But Edward was not the type to play around with you like that. For a few moments, neither of you speak, the only sounds hanging around in the tension-thick air are the lingering wails of both you and your once beloved Eddie.

Finally, the silence is broken.

"Edward-" You shake your head in bewilderment, your voice already nearly nonexistent from your relentless weeping. "I-I'm not going to call the cops- I- I can't I- I can't- I don't want them to hurt you. I- won't tell a soul but... Eddie- Edward- I can't be with you. You're a killer."

You spent the rest of that night locked in your bedroom, packing your things, trying not to throw up, as you screamed and wailed for hours on end. Edward was on the other side of the door, yelling just as loud all night, constant pleas of "Don't leave me, I love you!" traveled through the thin wood of that bedroom door as the incessant pounding of his fist tried to fight its way to the other side.

You left the house once Edward's wailing had stopped, you'd opened the door to find him passed out on the hallway floor. You could barely stand to look at him, now knowing what he had done. Yet still, as you stepped out of the room, you leaned down beside him, praying to every power possible that he wouldn't wake up, and placed a small kiss against his cheek, still salty from the lingering tear stains. It pained you to know that was the last time you'd ever see him, puffy-eyed and passed out on the floor. You whispered a soft goodbye, and that you loved him, and ran out of the house, feeling utterly lost.

You'd been staying with a friend since that morning, having lied and told her that you and Edward were on a break and just "needed some space away from each other". She was surprised, yet happily welcomed you with open arms, telling you that you and Edward had always seemed so happy with each other and that she hoped you'd work out your differences. If only she knew.

You sat the counter of you and Edward's once-favorite diner, staring out at the kitchen in front of you, carefully trying to overload your brain with the intense stimuli of a friday night dinner rush in order to ease your mind off the memory of Eddie.

You felt completely disconnected from reality at that moment, your vision blurred from keeping your eyes open too long, and the rowdy conversations around you blended into one monotonous noise.

"Excuse me? Hello?" A voice says, and you can barely make out a figure in your peripheral. You blink a few times and shake your head, desperately trying to come back in contact with the real world.

"Huh?" You ask the figure back.

"I asked if you're ready to order." Your vision becomes clear again and you're able to see that that figure is actually a waiter.

"Oh!" You say embarrassed of your negligence. "Yeah," You nod.

You order and resume back to zoning out, looking down at your feet and letting your senses once again be overwhelmed by the raucous of the dinner.

Your attention is once again pulled back to reality when you can see from the corner of your eye someone sitting directly to the side of you. You sighed, supposing that you did not account for the lack of seating in the diner when you came in at such a busy hour.

You turned your head to the side, and all of a sudden your stomach was in the wrong place once again. Your eyes blew wide in disbelief, there was no stranger sitting next to you, it was Edward.

All of the emotions you came here to suppress started to fill you up at an alarming rate. Your instincts told you to get up and run, run far away but your body was paralyzed, tied down by the utter weight of your dread. If you even attempted to make an escape your weak trembling legs would give out before your feet even touched the floor, and you'd be left even more helpless.

Edward's head turned around, and now he was facing you too, his expression grew to the same petrified face that you sported. His mouth opened slightly as if to say something, but it quickly closed and he looked away. You turned your head down, trying to ground yourself as you looked back down at your shoes.

You swallowed hard, trying to repel the vile taste of your own stomach acid that burned the back of your throat. Everything stung suddenly, your eyes, your throat, your heart.

You knew that you should leave, but, you didn't want to. Despite everything, despite his actions, despite your own conscience, you wanted to stay. You wanted to stay there in his presence forever, and ever. Your trembling hands and the bile that threatened your esophagus meant nothing to you, you wanted to stay.

You peered up from where you were looking, just trying to get a slight glimpse at Edward. You watched his hands, his long fingers extended from his palms so his hands opened wide, then curled into fists. You suppressed a sob as you watched him continuously repeat the movement, the gentle curling of his fingers reminding you of how those hands once held you, how they dried your eyes when you cried, how they gently intertwined with your own hands when you walked along a busy street. Those hands that had once caressed every inch of your body you were now fighting just to look at.

You looked up a little farther, wanting desperately to see Edward's face again. The face that had plagued your every waking thought for the last week.

He still looked so soft, so sweet, but something had changed. The skin around his deep green eyes was darker than usual, a vague shade of purple had overtook his usual pale complexion. The rest of his face was nearly corpse-like, the pallor of death having overcome his sun-less face. His lips were dried and cracked- you'd never seen him looking quite this sickly. Edward had a habit of not always taking the best care of himself- but this was extreme.

A pang of newfound guilt had just hit you like a truck. You had done this to him. The urge to ask if he was alright overwhelmed you, the words impeding at your vocal cords. But you couldn't do it- you couldn't speak. No. Not to him.

You flinch as he moves suddenly, his head turning to look up at the waiter who's calling for his attention. Quickly, your head is back focusing on your lap.

You can faintly hear his voice as he announces his order to the waiter, the same he'd always ordered when you'd come here together. Memories of late nights spent in this very diner flooded your brain as Edward's hoarse voice reached your ears.

Hearing his voice, which had dwindled down into a raspy croak since the last time you spoke, made part of you want to just reach over and hold him tight, to place a small kiss upon his cracked lips. The other part of you wanted to scream at him, to berate him for ruining both you and what the two of you once had.

The internal conflict followed you throughout the night.

You stared down at the food your waiter had placed down in front of you, the meer smell of it making your mouth slick with saliva, priming your mouth for the disgorgement of what little stomach contents you had left.

You placed your hand over your nose in an attempt to keep your sickness at bay.

The bubbling in your stomach eventually became too much to handle, and you hurriedly dropped yourself from your seat, and quickly made your way to the restroom, trying not to make too much of a scene out of your haste.

You opened the door to the, thankfully, single-person bathroom, and nearly immediately began choking over the toilet as you bring yourself to your knees.

Despite your overwhelming nausea, you couldn't muster anything out besides a small amount of spit. There was nothing you could do to rid yourself of this feeling, no amount of coughing, or choking, or gagging could get anything up, this all-consuming sickness was just destined to stay with you as long as it possibly could.

You sit back on your knees before eventually pushing yourself up against a wall, and hugging your legs close to you. You slam your head in the space between your knees and begin to sob, trying your best to at least relieve the lump in your throat.

You're thankful for the loud diner, so no passerby could hear your sonic release of dispair. Your warm tears penetrated the fabric of your pants, as small water droplets dampened the skin of your legs.

"Why me!" you sobbed into your own skin. Why you?

Your thoughts raced at an unbelievable speed, as you desperately racked your brain for some sort of answer as to why this was happening to you. Why did the love of your life have to turn out to be a violent killer?

You thought and thought and thought as the tears came racing down your cheeks, and your whole body trembled with each strained sob. You thought about Edward's tortured childhood, about Gotham's wealthy, and the men that Edward had killed, Edward's desperate pleas the night you left.

And in a sudden, cathartic moment of clairty.

It hit you.

Your head raised from your lap and for the first time in a week you smiled, a peal of sudden manic laughter falling from your lips as your hands raised up to your cheeks and roughly brushed away your lingering tears.

How could you be so stupid?

Edward wasn't a monster.

He loved you.

You sat up from where you were hunched against the wall, combing a hand through your hair before leaving the bathroom, completely oblivious to your crazed appearance.

As you exited the restroom you could see Edward at the door leaving the diner. You make haste, shuffling across the diner in pursuit of him, pushing past wait staff, and hurrying out the door without paying.

A cool breeze hits your face as you step out onto the street, you turn your head and see Edward walking down the street,

"Eddie!" You yell, desperate for attention. He stops suddenly and turns around, and now the two of you are looking at each others faint appearances in the dim streetlights. You didn't think this far. Your breath wavers as you take in another inhale before yelling again, "I'm really sorry!" You yell again.

Edward says nothing, instead just stares at you, unmoving. You clench your jaw, on the verge of tears once again, and almost like you had no control of your own limbs, your legs are moving below you, and you're running towards Edward.

Before you know it you're flinging your arms around him, burying your head in his chest as your sobs pick back up.

You expect him to shove you off of him, just as you had done that night you left. You expect him to push you away, leaving you to stumble back on the pavement as he walks away, never to be seen again.

But he doesn't, before you know it his arms are around you too, squeezing you in a deathly stronghold. His grasp is comforting, familiar, and all that hatred, all that anger you'd been building towards him is melted away.

"I'm so sorry Edward," You're sobbing into his chest, desperately pleading for him to forgive you for walking out on him.

"Don't- no- don't apologize. No." He's repeating over and over again, more incessant with each of your cries. "No, let me apologize, I have to apologize to you."

You lift your head from Edward's chest and stare up at him, his sad, wet, eyes are no longer a source of pain, but rather once again those of a lover.

"Y/n- I- I just wanted to make this city better- I wanted a change- I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm so sorry for making you cry." He shakes his head, his lip quivering wildly as he lifts a hand to your cheek, gently caressing away your tears. "I came here- I've been coming here every day for the last week, desperate to see you, I've been looking for you. Every day looking for you. Hearing you scream like that- it- it was the worst thing I've ever heard. I needed to say how sorry I was."

Your heart is oddly warmed at his dedication.

"It's okay, it's all okay, I see it now Eddie," You nod, "You're what this city needs."

"You do?" His pretty green eyes light up with a joy that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Yes, my pretty boy, my sweet sweet pretty boy-" You're stammering, overwhelmed by all of your emotions. "I've been so blind."

"Y- you don't hate me?"

"I thought I did." You admitted, "But- I can't- I can't ever hate my Eddie." You shake your head, shutting your eyes tight. "My Eddie" you repeat in a whisper, opening your eyes.

"Are you still mine?"

"Yes. Always." Your head bounces up and down in eager confirmation.

Edward's hand travels to the back of your skull, where he pushes against it lightly, pulling your head down to his chest so he can hold you in a full embrace.

"I love you so much y/n" Edward says, his voice is hoarse and cracked, and despite not seeing his face you can tell he's crying.

"I love you too Eddie."

"Will you please come home then?" He asks hesitantly. You know he's speaking of the physical place, the home that you two have shared, but you can't help but feel like, nestled in his arms, you already are.

"Yes please."

#edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #the riddler #the riddler x reader #paul dano #paul dano fic #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #the batman #edward nashton fic

[whatifatinydragon]

Taking another step forward on the springy magenta turf of the mushroom plains, Faith contemplated her current situation. She was stuck on an island with a familiar stranger, surrounded by cows that looked possessed or perhaps faintly diseased, and with a faint but persistent sense that she was forgetting something.

Well, “familiar stranger” might be taking it a bit far. He’d introduced himself, and she’d made friends with him quick as anything. But there was still that lingering aspect of intuition that seemed too finely honed for someone she’d never met before. Not that she had any evidence to the contrary, unfortunately.

She halted both her contemplation and her journey at the edge of the spruce forest that had begun to spring up at the spot her neighbor had claimed. She’d brought along a knee-length leather coat she had painstakingly put together over the last… week? Month? She wasn’t sure, honestly- but she’d finally finished it, sewn in the runes for Unbreaking, and tried her best to dye the thing red, although it had turned out more maroon than anything. She supposed it was what she got for trying to dye it with beets instead of proper red flowers, but it was too late to turn back now. She’d been spotted, and Kitty was waving her over to… A large obsidian frame. Oh, joy.

She handed off the coat as she stared at the portal uneasily. They’d have needed to visit the Nether eventually, of course, but she hadn’t expected the time to come so soon. She was jolted from her thoughts by a metallic paw clamping down on her shoulder accompanied by Kitty’s voice.

“We shouldn’t venture too far out on our first trip, we don’t want to get lost, right?” He asked, flint and steel in his other hand.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “it’s pretty tough to navigate in there, and I’m pretty bad with directions.”

Agreement now reached, Kitty sprayed sparks against the obsidian and the swirling purple fire of the Nether portal sprang to life in an instant before them. Before Faith could get too caught up in poetic descriptions and wondering if “fire” was really the best way to describe it, though, Kitty had grabbed her hand and already stepped through, so, grimacing, she followed.

The wall of dry, oppressive heat that hit her entire body the moment she stepped through the portal was nothing unexpected, and, as always, left her wondering how anyone with fur could stand this place, but the yellow grass and golden trees that graced her eyes were decidedly not.

"What the fuck?"

Honestly, Faith couldn't have said it better herself. Clearly, whatever force had been changing the makeup of the overworld had also been hard at work in the Nether, and now the two of them were standing in the middle of an unfamiliar dimension with unfamiliar conditions.

But, judging by the sound she'd just heard, the not-so-unfamiliar presence of piglins hadn't changed. And one was headed right for them.

"Watch out!" She cried, leaping forward to shove Kitty out of the way of the piglin's golden blade and hissing as it clashed against the tough scales of her back, then said, rather redundantly, "there's a piglin!"

She turned and lunged again as the piglin swung a second time and Kitty drew his sword. She wasn't sure which of them had yelled, "I'll protect you with my life," this time, but she heard it echo through the forest as she rammed her horns into the piglin's head from her grip on its shoulder.

It quickly shook her loose, but she saw Kitty advancing as she tumbled to the ground, and by the time she righted herself it was gone and Kitty was already putting his sword away with a frown.

"You know," Faith panted, "I have gold armor at home. We should probably go get suited up."

"Oh, yeah, that's probably a good idea," Kitty said, and so they both stepped back into the portal.

This was Faith's least favorite part of Nether travel. The coming back. The air of the overworld curled around her as she leaned against the portal frame, dizzy and cold after the hot climate she'd been standing in a moment ago. Deep breaths. The air here actually had moisture in it, despite the lower temperature. She squeezed her eyes shut a moment, waving off a concerned comment from Kitty.

"Just portal sickness, you know how it is. Hah… I'll be fine on a ship, don't worry." Once she was confident in her ability to walk bipedally again, she jogged back to the half-constructed lighthouse.

Her storage was in the basement, and she’d used the third-floor door, so she took a moment to privately bemoan the poor lighting inside as she descended the stairs. The helmet she’d remembered was right where she’d left it, but that was all for gold. Frowning, she checked her stock of raw materials.

Thankfully, she found that she had just enough gold to make a pair of boots. She let the crafting table take care of that- no need to make them look pretty- before setting back out for the forest.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the waterfall was babbling along into the cave as it always did, and it was a real shame she would be spending it in a perilous underground dimension of heat and hellfire.

Ah, well, it wasn't like there wouldn't be a hundred more identical to it in the coming months. The mooshrooms would get to sun themselves in peace today, that was all. They deserved the relaxation after the terror of being hunted by two very hungry players for weeks on end.

On the note of potentially-invasive wildlife, Faith could see the evergreen forest up ahead! She secured her helmet to her head and ducked under the prickly branches of spruce until she found herself back in the clearing Kitty used as a home base.

He was elbows-deep in a chest, with gold ingots both refined and not scattered about on the mycelium around him. Mostly unrefined, to be honest. Little chips of it as well, looking like they had been sheared off of other ingots long ago and forgotten.

"What in the world are you doing?" She asked, and Kitty sat up so quickly he hit his head square against the lid of the chest he had been rummaging through.

"Looking for gold to make armor!" He said, sweeping a paw back to gesture to the bits of metal dotting the ground behind him.

Wordlessly, she raised the boots she was carrying into his field of view. They weren't the nicest she'd ever crafted, but they were still gold, so they should keep stray piglins at bay.

"Actually," she mused as Kitty sighed and took them, "Why doesn't your hand keep them from attacking you? It's gold, right?"

"Yeah, I dunno, I guess it doesn't count to them since it's, like, one of my body parts?" Kitty replied, shimmying his paws into the boots and giving an experimental stomp.

"What about your earrings and lip piercings? Too hard to spot at a distance?"

"Probably something like that. Maybe too small, like I said, I dunno. The inner mechanisms of their minds are an enigma!"

She nodded thoughtfully at that. Probably they'd never know for sure, but-

"Wait, what about your tail cuffs?" She asked incredulously, "They're kind of hard to miss, aren't they?"

All she got in response was a helpless shrug. Well, that was fair. An eternal mystery, right here. Right up there with why silverfish live in strongholds and what was causing the world to mutate!

When Faith had finished contemplating and Kitty had gotten all dressed up with gilded boots and leather coat halfway buttoned, the two stepped back through the portal with gritted teeth.

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The heat wasn't any better the second time. She wouldn't have minded nearly so much if it had been the humidity of a jungle, or the warmth of sprawling out on sun-warmed rocks, but the hot, still air and the mixed scents of char and pollen created an absolutely rancid atmosphere. She was tempted to gag, honestly, but she didn't want to open her mouth any more than necessary. Last time she'd been too distracted by the unfamiliar sight to notice the smell, and wow, did she wish she could go back to that.

Kitty was making a face that expressed a similar sentiment before he went rigid and silently pointed at something through the foliage. She tried to see what he was pointing at, but the trees were blocking her view. Just as she shot him a questioning glance, she heard the warbling cry of a ghast ring out through the forest.

Shit.

"Run, run, run, run," she hissed, "get away from the portal!"

She didn't need to say it twice. Kitty grabbed her hand and the two of them went sprinting away from the portal without looking back. They ran towards the fortress Kitty spotted before, tripping through soft soul sand and then skidding across the denser soul soil before they finally made it to one of the walkways and were able to ascend the crumbling bricks and sit, panting, in relative safety.

Not for long, however. Faith had just caught her breath when she glanced up and caught sight of a hovering pillar of fire.

"BLAZE!" She yelped, leaping backward, "behind you! Look out!"

"What? Where?" Kitty asked, turning back to look over his shoulder for it. Faith backed up another step.

"Come on, it's off the walkway, we can't fight it like this," she hissed, tugging at his coat.

"Oh, yeah, I see it now," he muttered back. Before Faith could propose venturing deeper into the fortress, though, Kitty spotted a vein of quartz they had to pause to mine.

The blaze shot several fireballs at them while Kitty was mining, a few of which Faith almost managed to deflect! Luckily it had pretty terrible aim, so neither of them got hit and they were able to get back to the task at hand quickly enough.

"Ready?" Came the question, as the two of them stood on the threshold of the roofed-off part of the fortress.

"As I'll ever be," came the reply, and they forged onwards with paw held in paw.

#roar of the distant sea #faith the cat sized dragon #islandcraft #fore the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time | ckitty #hello wander smpers. if you dont want to read about my thrilling time loop adventures I recommend blocking the islandcraft tag

[brunettegoddess]

Her phone was stuck in her pants pocket and a white lie told to Priscilla and Taylor to keep them there in the locker room. Enough was enough and after reading word for word carefully, there was no way she could sit back and do nothing. Her Italian temper was in full bloom at the audacity of he things Zahra said to Daria in public no less. Saying it at all was bad enough but in public baring some intimate details of their relationship. Mandy was only glad she hadn’t continued. “Okay, if I were a rat where would I be?” She said under her breath. Rat fit Zahra perfectly in Mandy’s eyes as Zahra had gone from one wrestler to another using her body and sex to turn their heads. She had caused Colby’s engagement to end and public humiliation and then stupidly her best friend had made the mistake of her life, letting this leech into her heart and her bed. Mandy’s blood was boiling. “I knew I hated her but I tried to get along with her, I tried for Daria’s sake but I knew she was trouble.” Again muttering under her breath. 

“What the hell is that?” It was clearly the sound of giggling come from one of he spare rooms. “Do people have no sense of dignity anymore?” She tried the door and found it open. Pushing it slightly she walked in and her eyes grew wide. Zahra and Kiana James were half dressed and Zahra had the married woman against the wall feeling her up as Kiana returned her kisses and wrapped her arms around her. “Oh hell no.” Mandy had brought this very woman up to Daria a week ago. “Get dressed and get out of here Kiana.” Mandy yelled as she stood in front of the two of them. Mandy had seen a lot in her days and nothing phased her anymore but her mind wasn’t on that. Zahra started to yell back at her. “Oh, what have we here. Dari’s little lap dog come to fight her battles for her. Did you ever tell her you loved her?” Mandy was in shock momentarily because how...? “What, you think I couldn’t tell? You think I didn’t know you hated me at first. I was doing what you wanted to be doing, fucking the woman you love and she was all over me even in front of you.” 

Mandy didn’t say anything because the shock was over and instead she was charging Zahra, ramming her back first into the wall. Kiana had quickly got out of there and was probably fearing for her job knowing the pull the nxt women’s champion had. “Don’t you ever let her name leave your lips again.” Her knees went up with perfect strikes. “How dare you talk to her like that and make her feel like some piece of trash that you used and discarded.” Yes she was angrier than she had ever been. This had been building for years but she let it go but not after reading the things Zahra said. “You hate what comes out of my mouth because it’s true, you hate knowing where my mouths been and wishing it was yours.” It took everything in Mandy not to blurt out that she had been with Daria way before Zahra had but she didn’t and was was touched that Daria had kept their secret from the woman. Her being in her thought was bad because Zahra came back with her own kicks that rocked Mandy backwards. “Too busy thinking about her in bed cost you.” Zahra said smugly as she grabbed Mandy’s head and rammed it into the wall. Pain shoot through her body but she was woman possessed and came right back with a punch to Zahra’s face. The fight was loud and neither woman heard the door as it opened. 

@pridexfighter

#tw violence

[chippedaxe]

hello!! could i ask for a request where dream used to be a top but his ego has gotten up too high and the reader is tired of him being a bitch and decides to turn into the bitch? so it’s like sub!dream x dom!dream. i don’t really have ideas of what could happen, maybe dream won lost a manhunt and is pretty mad and yeahhh :) thank you already!

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Title: Poor Baby

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, praising, teasing, degrading, bit of humiliation, nipple play, fingering, anal play, begging, idk if there should be more.

Pairing: Sub! Dream X Dom! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia,

Synopsis: Dream tries to dominate you but you've had enough so you toy with Dream.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: tbh i was rlly confused so i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3

- if it doesn't make sense like halfway thru the story then I'm rlly sorry, I wrote half of it one time and half of it another time (and I don't rlly reread or edit my work)

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Dream storms into the room looking angry, his hands have been balled into fists and you can tell that he's not thinking rationally "Dear- what's wrong? What happened, baby?" you tried to calm him down but he completely dismissed you "Take off your clothes." he ordered "excuse me?" you were taken back "come on- please just take off your clothes,, manhunt made angry.." Dream grumbled.

"Baby, just calm down.. Rest" you pulled him down onto the bed gently "Sweetheart, don't you want my cock?" Dream grabs your chin and looks into your eyes "of course I do-" he stops you right there "Then why're you being difficult?" he caresses your cheek, "Well I just feel like you're acting like a serious bitch right now" you confessed bluntly.

"Me? A bitch?" Dream groaned at your words, his hands reaching out to touch you but you stand up from the bed "Yeah. A really big bitch. So why don't you just calm down and rest, okay?" you put your hands on your hips and looked down at him "You don't give the orders okay? I give them! I'm the dominant one here!" Dream exclaimed "Then maybe I should be." you shut him down.

"What? You? Dom me? I don't think so" Dream chuckled to himself, "You think it's so funny now but wait I'm making you dizzy and seeing stars from how good I can make you feel.." you warned him "How do you expect to get me to be submissive for you?" Dream growled "Watch me." you responded as you then approached him.

You straddled his knee and crawled onto his lap, your hands moving to his chest "This is all you've got?" Dream rolled his eyes "Of course not, this isn't even close to the beginning" you leaned down to kiss his neck. You turned your head to the side and began suckling roughly on his skin, biting gently every few seconds "Ah- Yeah, keep doing that, doll." Dream tried to make it seem like he was in control but his words only affirmed your new dominant position.

"Yeah? You like it when I suck on your neck? I bet you'll like it a lot when I suck your cock too.." you tease him, your hands feeling up his chest and groping the man. "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you" Dream tried to sound scary "Punish me? But I'm being so kind, dominating you when you're clearly not fit to be on top.." you decided to bully him a little bit with some degrading words.

"Huh? What? What're you saying.." Dream started to get real riled up, his face starting to glow a bright red "What? Is my Dream angry with me?" you acted coy, kissing his jaw and pouting "Sorry Dream, I know how sensitive you are.." you teased him further "Don't make me flip you over and ram you- I will do it!" he threatened "Oh I bet you will.." your voice was condescending.

Your hands slid Dream's shirt off his body, revealing his tense muscles "Oh wow.. You look so pretty, all of this for me darling?" you cooed "Don't talk like that, I'm not you're little sub!" Dream shouted "Of course not, you're just someone who's below me and is acting quite submissive..." you pointed out. Your hands were cold, finger tips colder, pinching Dream's nipples to get a reaction out of him.

"H-uhgh..." Dream let out a small noise, his erection growing in his pants until it became a raging boner. "Aw you like when I play with your nipples? That's adorable.." you tease him as you continue to toy and play with his soft buds "n-no!" he was surely embarrassed, probably feeling humiliated. "Stop it- You're humiliating me!" Dream complained "Oh am I? You want me to stop? Then beg me, slut."

Dream went quiet and he froze up a little bit, clearly not expecting you to talk to him like that "Speak Darling, or are you too dumb?" you teased him. Dream gulped nervously and glanced up to meet your gaze "Please stop teasing me- please!" he gasped. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" you leaned over him.

Dream shuddered slightly "I want you to touch me properly!" he spoke up "What's the magic word?" you placed your hands on your hips, clearly enjoying the sudden change in superiority. "P-Please.. Please touch me, Please.." Dream groaned softly, you almost felt bad from the way he was begging you. Almost.

You looked down at him, his cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the tight fabric "It hurt's so bad.. Please help me.." Dream hugged you and hung his head on your shoulder. "Okay baby, I'll help you.." you unzipped his pants just a bit so you could slip your hand in to palm him gently.

"Ah- I need more.. Please.." Dream bucked his hips up against your hand, desperately trying to grind against you but to no avail. "Be patient darling" you hushed him up and pulled his penis out, stroking his length gently. You admired the way it throbbed in your hand, twitching slightly as Dream rolled his head back and groaned "You're not usually this vocal, something change?" you smirked at him.

"That feels so good, so good.." Dream rolled his hips against you, legs closing together to give him a little more friction "Uh uh- open up." you slapped his thigh which made him open them back up reluctantly. You wanted to give in and let Dream fuck your insides but you fought the urges, today you were going to fuck him instead.

You took off his pants finally, letting the blonde boy relax more. "I'm gonna try something new with you, alright?" you didn't give Dream much time to answer as your hand dipped down between his legs, one of your fingers thrusting into his tight hole. "Ah! I- I've never touched there before!" Dream was feeling a little bit shy clearly.

"Your walls are sucking my fingers in so well, oh my god.. I should definitely buy a dildo or something for you.." you thought out loud to yourself. Dream quivered underneath you, his hole clenching around your finger at the thought of you fucking him with a toy. "M- More.." he was definitely feeling ashamed, his head turned away to face the wall.

You gave him what he wanted and stuck a second finger inside, curling them gently to press against his prostate. Dream squealed and covered his mouth to hide his lewd noises "Hands off." you instructed "But-" he protested "But nothing, hands off yourself or I'll stop touching you" you argued. Dream swallowed his pride and removed his hands, letting out a loud sound when your fingers thrusted deeper inside of him.

"Do you like this?" you asked "Of course- It feels so sO good!" Dream cried out "You like it more than when I play with your penis?" you questioned, Dream nodded and bit on his lip to keep quiet "So.. You'd let me do this again sometime?" you were starting to feel really excited "W-Whenever you want!!" Dream was now completely your bitch.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum, it feels sO weird!" Dream babbled on and on "Nuh uh- not unless you say you're my bitch." you wanted desperately to hear him say those little words "What??" you slowed down your pace and started to gently remove your fingers "No- No! I-I'm your bitch! I said it! I'm your bitch! Now please let me cum!" he bawled.

"Good boy.." You sped it up, not giving any mercy to his ass as you finger fucked him. "AH! I'm cumming! FUCK!" he arched his back, walls convulsing around your fingers as his hot white liquid spat out of his cock and ran down his legs. "Dirty slut, go clean yourself up" you snickered down at him before pulling your fingers out of his ass and leaving the bedroom.

You're not a monster so you obviously won't just be leaving him there, although it's not like you're gonna help him much. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to hand it to him, he weakly reached out to grab the bottle but dropped it "Don't tell me.. Does my little slut need help drinking from a bottle? Pathetic.." you spat at him before drinking some of the water.

You grabbed his chin and opened it gently, spitting your water into his mouth for him to swallow. Dream gulped it down and flushed a deep red, "Thank you.." he thanked you and was flustered. "No problem, I love you baby." you kissed his cheek "I love you too, thank you for taking care of me today.. I think I liked it better when you were in charge.." Dream admitted "I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart" you smiled at him.

#dream smp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dsmp smut #dream smut #dream smp smut #dreamwastaken smut #c!dream smut #Dream x reader smut #Dreamwastaken x reader smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut

[yunopouts]

1,2,3 - n. jaemin

-> pairing: sadist(kinda)!jaemin x fem reader

-> genre: filth smut

-> warnings: spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex (kinda? not really tho), oral (f receiving), biting, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, squirting, creampie

-> word count: 2.1k

this is some weird shit. prepare yourselves.

The ending is where the actual filth starts (literally for like 2.3 seconds tho)

I am so sorry.

After laying in bed for literally five hours, you decided to get up and walk around your apartment. Your boyfriend was at work and you couldn’t go out because you’re living during a fucking pandemic (w/n: YES MAKE THAT SHIT REALISTIC😩), so you were stuck at home. All by yourself, with nothing to do.

You walked yourself to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbed out the juice.

“I can just drink from the carton.” You thought out loud. “No, that's kinda gross, I can’t do that.” You shook your head and just grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Thinking of what you should do, you wandered around, sipping your juice from time to time. “I don’t want to watch tv, cause I just finished doing that. Jesus Christ, this shouldn’t be that hard to do.” You whined, stamping your feet like a child throwing a tantrum to get what they want.

Heaving a sigh, you continued moping around.

“Screw this, I’m just gonna shower.” You chugged your juice and set the glass in the sink before heading to the bathroom.

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When you walked out of the bathroom all clean, you headed to the living room- where you were unexpectedly met by your boyfriend, Jaemin, who was sitting on the couch. You stopped in the entry way, making eye contact with him and smiled when he called you over.

“How's my pretty girl doing?” he asked, looking up at you with a lazy smile. His hands traveled from your waist, around to your ass and down to the back of your thighs, sliding up and down.

“Fine, bored.” You replied with a sigh. “You okay?” you ran your fingers through his hair. Jaemin leaned forward, pressing his lips just above the waistband of your pants.

“So perfect.” He purred in response, kissing you again, slowly moving further and further down your waist. His eyes connected with yours, glassy, dark and filled with lust. From your thighs, Jaemin’s hands went up and started to tug down your pants, helping him by shimmying out of them.

Standing up, Jaemin brought you into a kiss, one that was slow yet needy at the same time. You gasped when you felt a burning sensation against your ass. Jaemin smirked against your lips, doing it again, making you moan this time.

Arms wrapping around your waist, you lead your boyfriend backwards, slow enough to get there without tripping on anything. As you kissed, Jaemin kneaded your ass, groaned into you and pressed you against his groin, where you felt his erection.

You reached your bedroom, and your boyfriend pushed you down, your back hitting the soft mattress. Practically ripping off your panties, Jaemin spread your knees apart, licking a stripe up your pussy. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy that’s so so wet for me.” He said, spreading apart your lips. The boy stared in awe at your glistening heat. “It never seizes to fascinate me at how fast you get so wet for me.”

Without warning, he shoved two fingers into your hole, savagely ramming them into you. Nothing left your mouth; nothing could leave your mouth, not even a croak. He hadn’t even actually started to fuck you; it was just with his fingers and your voice was caught in your throat.

“What?” Jaemin stopped. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” you couldn’t respond as you were still trying to catch your breath.

“S-sorry, just feels good.” You managed to choke out, finally getting air back into your lungs. With a satisfied smirk, he re-inserted his fingers, but thrust at a painfully slow speed. “Jaemin, faster.” You whined.

“Ah, ah, ah~ don’t get greedy, pretty girl.” He continued with his pace, curling his fingers up from time to time. “You know how much I hate greedy people.” The boy leaned forward, placing the flat of his tongue against your clit. He moved the muscle quickly, making you cry out in pleasure. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling and running your fingers through it. “You know,” he spoke between licks. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Jaemin attached his lips to your clit and sucked before letting go of it with a ‘pop’.

“In the studio, when we were recording ‘Make A Wish’;” the thrusts of his fingers slowly increased. “When we were in the practice rooms.” He used his tongue again, swirling it around to lap up all your arousal.

“That’s… sweet.” You choked back on a moan but failed miserably.

The sweet noises you were eliciting from your clit being flicked and abused was enough to get your boyfriend grinding against the bed.

“Oh fuck.” You moved you’re hips to the feeling, needing more, to which he pulled out.

Jaemin left from your core and was now hovering above you. When you met his eyes, forcing you to witness him sucking his fingers that were practically dripping with your wetness. That action alone was enough to make you shake as your first orgasm washed over you.

Jaemin watched this happen, moaning in pleasure and delight; the fact that you came from a simple glace at him turned him on a lot..

“I got so hard that Taeyong sent me home early.” He stated. Jaemin licked his lip before almost closing all the space you had between your faces.

Almost, is the key word.

He stayed hovering, lips three centimeters away from your own. You tried to kiss him, but that made your boyfriend move backwards. When you pouted, he moved back to the same spot, smirking. “Turn around for me, beautiful.”

His tone was deep and full of mischief. It got you kind of worried, but you complied, slowly shifting your body so that your back was to him. Jaemin pressed against your back, making you feel his erection against your ass, as he brought his lips to your shoulder and kissed it lightly.

Suddenly, you felt something sharp in the same place where he kissed you and you hissed, pushing against him. He let out a throaty moan in your ear, more arousal dripping from your heat. He licked, kissed, sucked and bit his way down, littering your back with all sorts of shaped markings. When he reached the small of your back, he stopped.

He pulled away before he started to knead your ass. “You look so good from behind.” You could practically hear the smirk in his cocky tone. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Then do it.” You said.

“Patience, pretty girl.” He instructed, going silent for a second, before sending down the palm of his hand against your ass. You yelped in pain, shoving your face into the pillows of your shared bed.

“That’s one.” He grunt before smacking you again. “Two; three;” he continued until he reached ten, your ass stinging. “All done.” He sighed as he brought you back up, gently turning you around so that he could see your tear stained face. “Sorry, pretty girl.” He kissed your closed eyelids.

You shook your head slightly, “It felt good.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled against your forehead. Jaemin brought his pants down, revealing his clothed cock. “Help me out with this one, will you?” the boy asked you once he noticed you were staring down at the darkened spot on his underwear.

Your hand found its way into his boxers, grabbing his dick. Connecting his lips with yours, Jaemin mewled at the feeling of both your lips and your hand on him. Your thumb gently touched the tip, spreading around the precum. Your wrist worked in circular motions, sliding up and down his shaft, making the boy a moaning mess. He bucked his hips in time with your actions, letting out a shaky sigh against you.

“Shit.” Jaemin parted from your lips so he could throw his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He whined.

Three more strokes and the deed was done; Jaemin’s cock was twitching in your hand as you let him ride out his orgasm.

“You’re still hard.” You stated, staring at his dick, that was still very hard.

“Didn’t I explicitly tell you how fucking horny I was today?” he glanced at you with a raised brow.

“Oh, right.” You recalled. “Get on with it then.” Jaemin let out a laugh, kissing you once again before moving back on top of you.

Just like he did before with his fingers, Jaemin pushed into you with out warning, leaving you breathless once again. He thrust in and out of you slowly, thoroughly enjoying your pleads to go faster.

“You’re such a good girl.” He growled, placing a finger on your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he pumped in and out of you at a pace that satisfied you. A hand slid up your torso, finding its place around one of your breasts. He squeezed it a bit and played with the nipple, rolling it in between two fingers. “God, I love you.”

Jaemins cock felt so good. It filled all the space available in your pussy and your walls always clenched around him, whether you meant to do it or not.

The boy let go of your tit and pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, leaning in, fucking you faster and deeper than before. He pushed your waist down, squeezing so hard that you were sure to have marks from his nails later. Lowering your eyes ever so slightly, you watched how your boyfriends’ eyes were trained on what was poking out every so often when he plowed back into you. The tips of your fingers traced the area in which he was looking at so intently, making him moan loudly.

“Do you like it when I fuck you hard like this.” He asked, finally connecting your eyes again. “Fuck, I can see where my dick hits you.” You bit your lip and nodded, grabbing at his arm and giving it a light squeeze, letting him know that you were close.

“Do it.” He huffed. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

Jaemin fucked you through your second orgasm, but continued to rail you, like nothing had happened.

“No more.” You whined in protest, clawing at his back as he adjusted his position.

“Haven’t cum.” He remarked.

Twelve minutes more and Jaemin was still at it, fucking you nice and hard.

After a while, the pain and pleasure of cumming for a third time had finally come to an end when his snapping hips had come to a sputtering stop, allowing himself to release inside you. Jaemin bit into your nape as he came, your fingers slowly drawing small patterns on his back. He pulled out, somehow still hard, but at least not fully.

When he rolled off top of you, he brought you into his legs, spreading them open and keeping them that way, using his own legs. Traveling to your cum filled hole, his fingers entered you, slowly pumping in and out. His left hand found itself at your clit, adding more stimulation to your already overstimulated heat.

“Fuck, Jaemin.” You yelped, writhing in his arms.

“We both know what you want, pretty girl.” He spoke in a condescending tone. “So be quiet for me until I give it to you.” He nipped at your earlobe. You complied, moaning instead of a worded answer. “That’s my girl.” You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck.

The motions his fingers were making on your clit soon became bigger and stronger; the fingers in your hole sometimes pulling out to smear his cum on the rest of your pussy, re-inserting themselves afterwards.

The wetness of your pussy and his cum mixing together made the filthiest of noises, but to Jaemin, your moans were all he could hear, sending him into orbit, causing his fingers to move quicker and quicker.

You tried inhaling, but barely any air actually made it into your lungs.

“J-Jae-” you gasped. In your ear was a deep chuckle, meaning Jaemin probably came back to earth when he heard the heavenly noises coming from your pussy.

“Fuck, scream my fucking name.” hands working at the speed of light as you came.

And this time you came hard.

Harder than you have before.

So hard that you squirt, juices leaking everywhere on your sheets.

As you screamed, like Jaemin said, his voice raised too, laughing out in amazement.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Was all you heard him say before passing out.

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could you do hange + 12,29,42,92 if it's too much just 12 and 29

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.” “I can’t- please- I can’t-” + Hange

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a/n: just a heads up i tend to use all pronouns for hange, in this fic I use they/them and they’re amab (assigned male at birth).

cw: dom!hange, daddy kink, overstimulation, office sex, some choking, squirting.

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“You asked to see me, Commander?” You opened the door to Commander Hange’s office, letting yourself in with a polite bow. You knew what they wanted, they always asked to see you after a very hard expedition or a rough day.

“Yes, I did. I’ve had a horrible day and Eren makes it really hard to not punch him until he’s passed out.” They cleaned their glasses with a sigh before looking up at you.

“Go sit on the couch.” They looked over to the couch and you complied, taking your jacket off on the way there, leaving it on the arm of the couch.

“What happened with Eren?” You asked, biting your bottom lip nervously. Hange made their way over to you, hand meeting with your jaw and tilting it so you can look up at them.

“I don’t want to talk about anything. And now, I’m going to fucking ruin you, if that’s okay.”

Their words went straight to your core, making you rub your thighs together as you nodded eagerly. With a smile they straddled your lap, lips attacking your neck as you wrapped your arms around their waist. Hange hopped off you, removing their jacket and you got up with them, helping with the unbuttoning of their shirt.

“Sit down.” They ordered after completely stripping you of your clothes. “Open your legs for daddy, I want to see you.” You did as they said, legs spread wide on the couch, wet pussy on display for them. They didn’t waste any time in getting on their knees, tongue lapping at your clit, fingers probing at your hole that clenched around nothing.

“Please, daddy, need you.” You whined, hands gripping the pillow next to you.

“You got me.” They grinned before slipping their fingers inside you, watching the way your face shifted, eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaping open and eyes rolling to the back of your head. It was truly incredible, god-like the way Hange managed to make you feel so good with just their fingers every time. Somehow though, every time lasted longer than the last. Maybe the Commander was just as stuck on you as you were on them.

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You didn’t regret when you agreed to try three fingers, but you were crying out Hange’s name in desperation, mixed with whiny ‘daddy’s, after four orgasms back to back. They were working a fourth finger in, their other strong hand keeping you in place when you squirmed.

“Hange, please-”

“What was that?” They suddenly stopped moving, looking up at you threateningly. You gulped, eyes blurry and teary not sure about the expression on their face.

“I meant, daddy. Daddy, I can’t take it.” You pouted, though the way you fucked yourself on their fingers by rocking your hips and the juices dripping on the couch said otherwise.

“You can.” They laughed softly and a hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides ever so slightly, just to hear you let out that beautiful gasp. “Besides, all this time I was nice enough to prep you. Don’t I get to fuck this little hole too?” They asked, tilting their head to the side with a mocking smile.

“You do, you do!” You moaned desperately at god knows what orgasm of the evening, not noticing that you had made a sticky mess all over Hange’s arm, not until they got up to unbuckle their belt.

“Didn’t take you for a squirter.” They chuckled, grabbing your legs and flipping you over. A hand came in contact with your waist, pressing on the small of it until you were arched perfectly for everything to be on display for them. Hands took the fat of your ass and squeezed it, enjoying the way it bounced after they stopped, a finger trailed from your waist to your cunt slowly, making sure you shivered with anticipation.

“Gonna take it and be quiet, okay? Don’t want anyone to hear.”

“Yes daddy.” You nodded before they rammed their cock inside you unexpectedly, making you scream out with pleasure. The sting of their cock trying to fit inside your fluttering walls made you feel so perfect, so good, and the sensation never left because before you knew it Hange had fit all of their length inside you. Balls slapping against your clit, making the aftertaste of your orgasms so painfully good, you were creaming around their cock again and again.

Hange was close too, so close, but they needed more from you. They wouldn’t stop until you were completely fucked out and unable to leave for your chambers.

“Daddy, please-”

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” They said as they grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling on it for leverage.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m coming, coming...” your words got lost between moans and desperately yelps every time they slapped your ass when you squirmed away from their cock.

“One more for your Commander, won’t you? Need to see if you can squirt again. Maybe this time I’ll make you lick my cock clean.”

“I can’t- please- I can’t-” you mumbled incoherently, another orgasm flushing through your body without even a little build up, having you fuck your self against their cock as they stopped thrusting to fill you up with their sticky cum.

“See, I knew you were a good girl.”

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Feel It

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One 

This One Too

A/N: Hehe...size and pain(I got a lil carried away with this one teehee) kink and daddy!harry😌prepare to be h worddd!! It’s a tiny bit cute too, but in a hot way for sure...the best way I can really describe this one is by saying that it’s filthy. Enjoy🙃

You wanted to feel it; like really feel it. You wanted to feel all of Harry’s cock pushing all the way up into your stomach over and over again as he fucked into you. Whenever you had him in your hand or in your mouth, your mind always drifted to how good he’d fill you between your legs. The way you stuffed your mouth and throat with his massive cock was the way you wanted him to stuff your cunt. It’s just that he was so big, almost too big if you had to be completely honest. You were barely able to completely wrap your hand around his shaft. Not to mention the fact that he was beyond blessed when it came to his length. You could confidently bet a good amount of money that when you saw him for the first time, your jaw dropped to the ground and your eyes fell out of their sockets from how big he was. But even though this is the case, even though Harry has an intimidating monster in his pants, you are still very determined to take all of him inside. 

You weren’t completely sure if you had an underlying pain kink that you were beginning to uncover, but you were completely obsessed with the idea of Harry stretching you out. Like whenever you thought about the sting that came from Harry stretching your walls to accommodate his cock, a warmth would flood your body and you’d feel a tingling sensation forming between your legs. But if you were to sit down and really think about it, you having a pain kink wouldn’t be that much of a revelation. You were constantly daydreaming and actual dreaming about Harry not showing you any mercy and just ramming all of his big cock deep inside of you while you cried about how big he was and how hard he was going. You were constantly looking for him to choke you too. You could care less about whether or not it was a hand tightly wrapped around your throat or him forcing his cock down your throat causing you to claw at his thighs and gag until he finally pulls you up by your hair to let you get a couple breaths before forcing you back down to take him again, all you cared about was him taking that type of control over you and making you struggle a bit. You were also obsessed with Harry spanking you. You couldn’t get enough of him taking you over his knee when you were being bratty, you loved it when he delivered little slaps to your inner thighs to keep them open when he had his head between them, and you also loved it when he delivered those slaps to your cheeks. They weren’t too hard but they were hard enough to leave behind a bit of a sting. 

And to make it fully sink in that did in fact have a pain kink, you were also in love with Harry degrading you a bit. Now you weren’t completely sure on whether this fell into the “pain kink” category, but you decided to put it there anyways. See, you only let Harry go but so far with it because even though you were dying for Harry to really give it to you and practically give your insides a beating, you were still soft and sensitive on the inside. So to get the best of both worlds so to speak, Harry sat you on his lap and the two of you came up with a list of names that Harry could call you. And from that point on, the the names on that list were on constant rotation. He’d always use them patronizingly you whenever you were crying about how full you felt (even though he was only a little over half way inside), when you were begging him to let you cum, and when you were begging for his cock. He’d be so smug and condescending with it all on top of doing everything else you absolutely loved! Whenever the two of you went at it in any capacity, you were always on the verge of exploding. 

So to simply say that you had a pain kink would be an absolute understatement. But going back to wanting to “feel it”, you were going to have and feel all of Harry’s cock inside of your cunt no matter what. Even if it meant being a little bratty to do it. 

After almost two hours of lying in bed with Harry watching a movie on Netflix that ended up being a bit of a let down, you were bored. And the only thing you could think of that would quench your thirst for excitement and fun was sex. Luckily for you though, Harry was always on board for some impromptu and hot sex. So that’s what the two of you decided to spend the rest of the night doing. It all started with a simple make-out with the two of you practically dry humping each other in bed through whatever clothes you had on. This little make-out session of yours was filled with a lot of laughs (together, the two of you were too playful for your own good),  a lot of touching (obviously), and a lot of tongue (obviously again). Now while this make-out did last a hot minuet, it did escalate to something spicer pretty quick. Before long and after a lot of dry humping and a countless amount of sloppy tongue filled kisses, you and Harry moved into the second stage of your night in bed together. This stage included the both of you completely naked, Harry lying on the bed, and you lying on top of him with your body going in the opposite direction, giving the both of you access to the area between each other’s legs. This was definitely one of you guys’ favorite positions. You got to have your mouth on Harry while being pleasured with his and Harry got to have his mouth on you while you pleasured him with yours. It was a win win situation through and through and the two of you absolutely loved it. Harry had his arms wrapped tightly around you right at the swell of your backside to keep you in place as he skillfully licked into you. His face was nestled between your thighs as he continuously devoured your pussy. And while he did this, your mouth never left his cock. Aside from catching your breath after you took all of him into your mouth and throat, your mouth was always on him. You suckled the thick head of his cock, you licked up and tugged at his shaft,  and you bobbed your head up and down on him. Harry even helped you out a little at times and either unwrapped one of his arms from around you to bring his hand down to the back of your head so that he could force his cock down your throat or closed his thighs around your head when you see-throated him so that you’d be forced to keep his cock in your throat for a little longer. You also rolled his warm and pretty heavy balls around in your hand as you mouthed at his cock. And during this entire time, the both of you could feel the vibrations from your moans resonating throughout our bodies which only caused you two to moan even more and fall right over the edge and into your first releases of the night, letting go right in each others mouths. 

And once you and Harry fully regain the feeling in your bodies after the seismic releases you two had, it was time for the third and final (and funnest) stage of your night together. After giving one another the green light  that you both were ready for the next round, you roll yourself from on top of him and you move to straddle his lap, placing yourself right on top of his cock to which Harry is quick to flip you both over so that he’s on top and in control. As soon as he’s on top of you, Harry smears his lips against yours for a messy kiss as he slightly ruts his cock against your leg, and as one of his hands begin to travel down your body. You felt his hand squeezing at one of your breasts and pinching your hardened nipple before traveling further down your body. Before he brings his hand between your legs, he flattens his palm against your lower stomach and applies a bit of pressure there, causing you to let out a muffled yelp and causing Harry to let out a muffled chuckle from how sensitive your still were. After applying a bit more pressure to your lower stomach and ticking you a bit while you squirm helplessly below him, Harry finally brings his hand down to where you wanted him the most. As soon as his hand slides down your cunt and just cups you, your body goes limp against the bed and you relax into his touch, still lazily moving your mouth against his. 

“Ready for m’cock baby?” He mumbles against your mouth, giving your pussy a couple of light slaps.

“So ready!” You whine against him, rutting your hips up a little against his hand.

“Good girl.” He chuckles, giving a final tap to your still buzzing clit, before moving his hand from your cunt to his cock to line himself up with your entrance. Controlling his cock with his hand, he does a once over of your pussy, dragging himself up between your folds and to your clit, and back down to your entrance. He then begins to slowly sink into your plush and tender walls. As he does, your hands go straight to his biceps where you dig your nails into his skin.

“Oh my g- so big!” You pant, as he pushes halfway into you. Just taking half of him gave you the sting you loved so much, and made you feel so good and incredibly full. But you wanted more. You just knew that you’d feel even fuller and better if you had all of him inside of you at once. Plus you knew for a fact that Harry would definitely enjoy having his entire cock engulfed by your pussy. All you had to do was convince him to go deeper. 

Once the both of you calm down a bit, Harry begins thrusting into you, delivering shallow yet powerful thrusts into your cunt as the two of you moan loudly into each others mouths. As he continues to thrust into you though, your thoughts were stuck on him going deeper into you and filling you to the brim. You no longer wanted it, you were now in need of and desperate for it. 

“Deeper, Harry, I want your cock in all the way inside me.” You whine through your moans, slightly pulling away from his mouth in the process. 

"Baby I don't want to hurt you..." He whispers back to you, afterwards reconnecting his lips with yours. Now you would’ve melted into his embrace and continued on enjoying the pleasure he was giving you with his cock; if you hadn’t heard this same exact line all of the other times you’d asked him to go deeper. You loved that he didn’t want to hurt you in this way and you were so lucky to have a caring boyfriend like Harry. But you were a bit over being treated like glass in this aspect, you wanted it rough and deep. This is the time where you had to get a little bratty in order to get what you wanted. And the one thing that would definitely do the trick of flipping the soft and sweet side of Harry off, is his narcissistic side. Especially when you were the one poking and prodding at him and his abilities in the bedroom that he never fell short of defending. So as he continues on thrusting into you, you bring both of your hands up to cup his cheeks before pushing his mouth from yours and locking your eyes with his. When you do this, Harry’s thrusts come to a halt and his full attention is on you as you say the one sentence that changes the atmosphere around you both.

"Yeah? How are you gonna hurt me when I can't even feel your cock in me?" You ask, even though you were shaking with each of his thrusts before.  When you say this, you can see Harry’s eyes darken a bit as he takes in what you just said to him. From the outside looking in, there’s an obvious appearance of Harry having all of the power. But in actuality, you had a bit of power yourself. You were able to perfectly piss him off to the point where he could care less about whether or not  he went too deep inside of you. Which was exactly what you wanted. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, baby?” He asks, picking back up with his thrusts and picking up the speed, you can feel his cock beginning to push in deeper than he’d ever been.

“More…please, right there!” You’re a whining mess under his skillful strokes, continuing to push deeper into you.

“Oh, can you feel me now, baby?” He asks condescendingly, playing into the little game you tried with him. 

“Mhm” You hum pitifully. 

“You sure about that?” He asks. “Gotta get it all the way in my baby, gotta feel it in there.” He pants, pressing down into your stomach while you go back to clawing at his biceps as your mouth just hangs open. Neither of you could believe how deep inside of you he was. You could feel him nudging at the put of your stomach with each and every thrust. Harry on the other hand could not only feel what it was like to be nudging at the deepest part of you, but he could also feel where he was inside of you. With every thrust, Harry could feel his cock nudge at his hand that was on your lower stomach. The both of you were losing your minds from this. “That’s it, only the best cock for my baby.” He’s grunts, continuing to deliver the deepest thrusts he’s ever given you.

“Harder Daddy.” You manage through a whisper. You may have been losing your mind a tiny bit more than Harry. But you were asking for something, making your wishes known. Which meant that Harry had to oblige. 

And that’s certainly what he did. 

From that moment on, Harry had one goal: fuck you, mainly your pussy, sore. And Harry went above and beyond in accomplishing this goal. He was consistent with having a tight grip on your throat as he pounded down into you. He roughly flipped and pushed you into so many positions that your body would definitely be sore in the morning. And most importantly, he mercilessly pounded into you. All you could do was scream from how good it felt to be fully manhandled by him. Your pain kink was definitely being fulfilled. It became so much for you that you were screaming for him to stop. But Harry just ignored all of those cries and kept on fucking you however he wanted. See, the two of you had a little thing going where stop didn’t actually mean stop. The safe word you and Harry came up with meant stop and unless it’s used by either one of you, there would be no stopping whatsoever. And of course, you and Harry had a serious conversation beforehand that solidified you guys’ limits and what was best for the both of you so that this added layer to your sex life could be fully explored and enjoyed. Harry was definitely enjoying it this time. 

“Aww, does it hurt my little slut? Am I too big and for you?” He coos patronizingly after flipping you over so that you’re lying on your back below him again, never once letting up on his rough and deep thrusts.

“Yes daddy!” You cry as little tears streaming down your face from how intense everything was for you. Your legs were quivering as he relentlessly and deliciously pounded into you over and over again. Even though you were beginning to feel a dull throbbing sensation between your legs, the pleasure Harry was giving you was through the roof and you were soaking all of it up. 

“Well that's not my problem now, is it? Just wait until I shove my cock into that cute little ass of yours.” He chuckles cynically as he begins to feel the rumblings of his release forming in the pit of his stomach. As he continued on thrusting, the rumbles got louder and louder, causing his thrusts to become staggered. But to keep going and giving it all to you, Harry began to grind into you, keeping his sore hips tight against you so that his cock would be fully lodged between your walls. You were already extremely close to the edge, but what pushed you right to and almost over was the feeling of the curly hairs surrounding his cock rubbing up against your now beyond buzzing clit as he grinded himself against you. The feeling only made you try to tighten your legs up but Harry was quick to stop you in his tracks. “Keep those legs doll, I'm not done with you just yet.”

“M’gonna cum!” You pathetically whimper out to him, realizing that you weren’t going to be able to hold it in. 

“You're taking me whole and you still manage to look all pretty for me.” He praises, taking in your completely fucked out face qne body, your tearstained cheeks, your just about limp body, and your cute little cries. Now he really wasn’t going to be able to last any longer. “Just let daddy do all the work for his dumb little pup. Daddy’s gonna make his favorite little set of holes cum.” He reassures before wrapping a hand around your throat and going back to delivering power filled blows into you one by one, catapulting you both right off the edge together and into your releases. Not to his surprise, as he floods your stomach and walls with his thick cum, you squirt heavily all over him, getting Harry even more wet with your juices. 

Once you two were all done cumming and squirting, Harry pulls his cock out of your used pussy. Before falling back onto the bed next to you, Harry leans down and gathers some of his saliva in his mouth before spitting it down into yours. He does this a couple more times, each time lauging a bit from your eagerness for more. He then releases your throat and gives your cheeks a couple of small slaps before falling onto the bed next to you. 

“That was fun.” Harry hums happily beside you, relaxing in the fact that this was just the beginning. 

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MY bully !!!

genre; smut | bully!sicheng x bullied!reader

wording; 2.2k

warnings; sadist sicheng, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, bulge kink, slight marking, bruises (?)

you don’t understand why your bully, dong sicheng would go so far to bully you. he would always make fun of you, pinch you, pull on your hair, make you trip or pour some sorts of liquid in your hair.

it seemed like he enjoyed seeing you hurt, his eyes would always twinkle every time he saw you tearing up.

you’ve tried telling principals and counselors about your issue with sicheng before but they couldn’t believe you. “sweet dong sicheng bullying? are you sure?” they’ll always say something alike those lines.

no one knew about you being bullied, his friends had no clue and you had no one to talk to, your parents were rarely home and when they were they were sleeping. you were just alone.

and here you were, in his house on the floor of his room sheilding yourself from him. you two were grouped as partners for a project, but you knew once he willingly wanted to be your partner it would be bad.

other students and your teacher thought it was nice of him to wanting to be partnered with the quiet girl but you knew once you’re both alone it would be hell.

“i said stand up!” he yelled raising his voice towering over you. his jaw clenched and fist tightened like he would beat you up harder if you don’t do what he says.

slowly standing up to your feet you backed away hitting the wall. your uniform messed up, a few buttons ripped out of your blouse almost showing your bra, your shoes lost somewhere in his house and hair messed up.

you cried silently, “p-please sicheng stop!” you screamed, hoping your please would stop him. knowing him, it just made him more of a sadist.

“why? so you could go back to being a fat slut in school?” he got closer to you and pulled your hair, a loud shriek coming out of your lips. “who the fuck is going to put you in your place but me?!”

“please stop! i’ll do anything you want! please..” you cried in his face as your scalp continues to sting. “anything?” he asked, his voice going deeper then it usually is.

“yes!” his grip he had on your hair fell, the sting becoming less stingy. you thought this was it. ‘no more bullying for me..’ you thought thinking you were victorious.

“take your shirt off.” he demanded. “what?” you thought you must’ve been hearing things. “i’ll just do it for you, you’re so disobedient.”

even if he was already close to you, he came closer. his hands going up to your blouse to unbutton your shirt. “s-sicheng what are you doing..” you asked slapping his hand away from your shirt.

it wasn’t a good idea to do that since you saw his hand raise up and a huge sting went to the side of your face, he had slapped you. it’s not like he hasn’t done it before but it would always have you shocked every time he did it.

“do you want me to go back to beating you up?!” he screamed in your face. you shook your head as a couple of tears began to fall off your face.

“then shut up!” he yelled. his hand went back to your shirt, roaming his hands down your waist and back up. a small tingle came from between your thighs, wishing you actually weren’t turned on by your bully.

“besides, you said you’ll do anything i want.” he mumbled before attaching his lips to yours, not even giving you a second to think.

you stood there thinking if you should kiss back or not, you jerked up once sicheng pinched your stomach and groaned, giving you the sign to kiss him back.

you hesitated for a bit but once sicheng growled again you decided to not make it worse already. you moved your lips against his, a moan falling out of mouth, and his hands trailing to the buttons of your shirt.

he was slow kissing you, with every button he unbuttoned you could feel the the cold temperature touch you. his lips now moved to your neck, sucking and licking your neck till he found your sweet spot.

your shirt was already unbuttoned all the way down and his hands roamed your soft hips again. “oh my god..” you moaned throwing your head back one sicheng sucked down on a part of your neck.

“you like that?” his deep voice driving you crazy. you nodded your head, small gasps leaving your mouth after he sucked into your skin harder.

“so good!” you whined. one of his hands trailed down your your thigh and you already know what he was going to do. his hands made its way towards your inner thigh and you couldn’t help but anticipate.

“let’s check how needy you are.” he bent down on his knees and made you spreed your legs. he could see bruises from where he would hit you and it made the boner in his pants grown. “pretty..” he trailed his hand along your bruises.

his hands pushed your skirt down leaving you in your white panties, a wet patch marked on it. moving your panties to the side he stuck a finger between your folds making you let out another moan as he touched you.

he pulled his finger back out and watched him as he moved his finger towards his mouth and sucked it dry. “so fucking wet.” he got back up and pulled you to lay on his bed.

“take your bra off.” he demanded as he began to take his pants off, you followed in suit.

he only took his pants off and only let of his white blouse and boxers on, his big dick print showing. “dirty fucking girl.” his hands went back to your panties moving them to the side.

“you got the prettiest pussy i’ve seen.” his eyes glued to your bare wet pussy. his finger sliding up and down on your folds making you arch your back and let out gasps.

he stopped moving for a bit but before you could ask what happened a slight pain in your lower area hit. “so tight around my finger..” he began to pump his finger in a fast paste.

a smirk forming on his lips, “tell me have you masterbated before?” you shook your head no. “really? so you’re a virgin? right (y/n)?” “yes!”

you yelled as tears formed in your eyes, the feeling of being stretch out hurt you, but you knew sicheng was enjoying this. “it hurts!” you whined closing your legs shut.

“if you can’t even take one imagine my dick.” he spread your legs and took out his finger feeling nothing in your hole, till he pushed his finger back again adding a second finger.

a loud moan left your lips with other moans following behind. his two fingers pumping inside of you in a fast pase while stretching you.

“si-sicheng oh my god.” you gasped barely able to make out words. his long slender fingers going in and out of you making your legs tremble, feeling a sort of urge to pee in your lower area.

“im about to come!” you yelled and just when you were about to release he took his fingers out. you looked back at him raising your head from the mattress.

“huh?” you saw him lick your juice off his finger. a ‘hmm’ leaving his mouth. “taste so sweet.” he crawled on top of you and kissed you again, this time prepared to kiss him back.

tasting your own juice on his lips, his lips trailing kissed all the way to your thighs. “i’ll save this for another day.” he gave your pussy a peck before standing up and freeing his dick from his boxers.

his dick was huge, it was both long and thick with veins, his tip shaded with a pink color, it was the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and couldn’t wait to have him in your mouth one day.

he jerked off a bit before he put his member near your clit and started going up and down. “wait— are you not going to put on a condom?”

“no.” you widen your eyes, he looked up from your pussy to see you stare at him shocked.“sluts like you don’t deserve shit, if i come inside you, you’re gonna take it like a good girl, you understand?”

your nodded your head shamelessly before your head fell back down on the mattress, letting out small gasp.

his cock teasing your entrance before slipping in inside you, you winced in pain and cried out. his tip was only inside you and it was making you feel like your insides were ripping.

“fuck, i should’ve used you sooner.” sicheng groaned before pushing all the way in and bottoming out. “ah!” you yelled in pain as tears started to fall out.

“shit.” he groaned. his eyes moved from your pussy to your face- eyes watery and your nose slightly red. his eyes lowering to your breast, they were a perfect size and he could wait to fuck you to see them bouce. his eyes going down to your stomach where his dick print was showing.

all things just made reasons for him to continue to fuck you.

his pulled out before slamming back in, repeating the movement faster every time making you clench around him. “hngg!” you cried as more tears ran down your face.

“so fucking good, am i fuking you nice slut?” he murmured keeping his eyes on your face. “it- it hurts!” you whined clenching harder than before.

“shh, you’ll feel nice in a second.” he ushered bringing one of your leg up to his shoulder hitting you deeper into your belly. the new position making you scream out, the neighbors probably heard you already.

‘hnng’ you moaned as the feeling of being stretch out faded. “fuck.” you mumbled closing your eyes feeling pure pleasure.

“sich don’t stop.” you help onto his hand. “whatever you say slut.” his thrust became faster in a inhuman pase. “do you see me in your stomach?” his hand made its way to your stomach seeing how his cock would make a pump in your stomach.

“yeah.. it feels so good.” a tear fell off your face, it was too good. the fact that your bully was fucking you so hard and rough almost felt like a dream.

you clenched around him tighter making him gasp of the feeling of your walls close around him. “i-i think im close.” your grip on his hand tightened.

“hold on im almost close.” his tip began ramming in and out of you, hitting against your cervix with every movement.

you yelped, “sicheng!” your legs shook violently around him, his breathing becoming ragged and a few curses in mandarin leaving his mouth.

“come (y/n).” he groaned before ramming back into you. sicheng grabbed onto your hips, digging his nails into your hips, surely leaving marks.

with a final thrust, you let out a loud moan clenching around him before releasing. your vision going white as you came.

sicheng followed behind you, spilling his seed into your hole, he groaned, his cock becoming soft inside you. he slowly pushed in and out of your trying to not hurt you while pulling out.

a trail of his come mixed with yours and a bit of blood spilled from you, messing up his sheets but you were sure he didn’t care about that.

sicheng pulled his boxers back up, walked out of his room and came back with something to clean you up. he pulled your panties back up and put your skirt back on while you just laid there.

he made you stand up from the bed and pulled your bra and shirt back on. his eyes stayed on your neck for a bit, looking at the purple hickies he had marked on you.

“hope you know you’re mine now bitch.” he mumbled before kissing your neck once more. “y-yes sicheng.”

he pulled you up from his bed and dragged you to the front door, where he’ll just let you walk by yourself.

“buy yourself some pills and don’t come to school with underwear tomorrow or else i’ll leave you with a broker wrist.” he opened the door and kicked you outside his house.

“yes sicheng!” you walked out of the house with your legs wobbly from sex. you thought he would just slam the door in your face but he walked closer to you and pecked your lips once more.

a deep shade of red showing on your face. “yeah now go!” he yelled again in your face before walking back in and slamming the door.

thankfully your house wasn’t that far from his but it was still hard to walk. you got home took a shower, ate, went to the closest pharmacy and went to sleep.

sicheng on the other hand layed on his bed with fresh new sheets thinking of what he’ll do to you if you made him mad again, usually he’ll jack off at this time while thinking of you crying or bring bruised, but he wasn’t feeling it today.

his eyes wandered his room to see your backpack was still there, a smirk fell on his face knowing he’ll probably use this as a excuse to return this to your house in the morning and fuck you in the living room before school.

or maybe in the school stalls you could suck him off to get your backpack back.

who knows what will happened after this.

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