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[vilsoo]

FLIRT WITH DEATH⌇GOJO SATORU

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 4,060

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : at a halloween party you watch a live performance from an underground band, admiring the lead singer; gojo satoru. somehow grabbing his attention, you spend the rest of the night together. but for gojo’s reckless and greedy thirst for fame, he had other plans for you…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : groupie, noncon (reader is drunk and high), intoxication, betrayal, psychotic gojo, fame glorification, ritual, drugging, degradation, teared clothing, brutal murder, gore. DNI IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH TRIGGERING CONTENT ⚠︎

inspired by the ritual scene from “Jennifer’s Body” (2009), “Pearl” (2022), and Maxine from “X” (2022)

HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

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The very moment your wondering eyes met with Gojo Satoru’s was the moment declaring the last night of your life. That frightful Halloween night, you were the one with the shiny price tag that captivated him that night.

Everything was going perfect. It was one of those cool autumn nights, the city radiant with luminous, twinkling colors. You were at this Halloween party taking place at a friend-of-a-friend’s luxurious mansion. The nightly ambiance was exhilarating, the Halloween decorations were spot-on, and the drinks were strong enough to ease your mind. There was also a large platform set up as a stage with instruments, multi-colored spotlights, and a fog machine lightly filling the room.

You were leaning against the wall finishing up your drink, all glamorous in your skimpy costume while absentmindedly seeing young adults on the dance floor all over each other and raising their red cups in the air with a grin. That’s when the loud music started to fade, and a man walks up the stage with a microphone.

“How’s everybody doing tonight!?” he exulted, hyping the crowd up with cheers. “I know y’all have been waiting long enough to see our guest performers tonight! We have a tribute act performance by our favorite local grunge band, who just debuted three months ago. Now, please welcome, Flirt With Death!”

The crowd goes wild again, hyping up the band members as they make their way up the stage. Hearing the name suddenly heightened every nerve of your body, as if you were just electrocuted by the most hazardous downed powerline. The more the party got louder, the more your adrenaline rushed. You were in utter bewilderment of everything that was happening at that moment, and nothing could tame the fiery excitement coursing every fiber of your being.

Flirt With Death was your favorite band from your city. And to have them be guest performers for this insanely huge Halloween party caught you utterly by surprise, vanishing your regrets of showing up here with people you barely know. Squeezing your way through the crowd to get closer wasn’t much of a problem since it was loosely crowded. Your body falls to a feverish state at the heavenly sight of the lead singer, Gojo Satoru. Nothing could soothe the erratic adrenaline rushes from being up close and seeing him in person for the first time.

“Thank you for having us tonight. It’s so good to be here with y’all!” Gojo exulted into the microphone, the teeth flashing from his wide grin so radiant you could become blind. “We’ll be singin’ a few of our favorite covers! I hope y’all enjoy and have a happy fuckin’ Halloween!”

The crowd roars again as the drummer counts off with the sticks and the electric guitar riffs take over your ears. Nothing— literally nothing could compare to the elated expression plastered on your face that night. It was as if your body was on fire. As if a brilliant, radiant firework set off in your chest. You had a restless heart, a squeezing sensation in the outer edges of your body, and a rushing flow of ecstasy from the exhilarating moment…

You managed to make it to the front of the stage, craning your neck back and grinning so widely as Gojo was doing dramatic poses and expressions to the lead guitarist playing the intro to the song “I Wanna Be Your Dog” by John McCrea. The electronic punk riffs sounded incredibly vibrant, thrilling you and everybody else in the party as if you were in a rave. Dark red spotlights, increased fog from the machines, the clashing of the drums overpowering your ears, and Gojo’s titillating stage presence sending you ablaze.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him; that frost-haired man with pale, angelic skin, glossy soft lips, and an enticing appeal to him. It felt slightly infuriating to you that there could be other girls from the crowd who’s never seen this heavenly man before and could start falling for him. Ever since you discovered them, you started gatekeeping— the band, the discography, and Gojo himself. They were still unknown at that time, their monthly listeners on Spotify ranging around 60,000. Without thinking twice, an exhilarating thought rushed past your mind that night: A chance to interact with Gojo before anyone else could.

If only you knew that your desperation would soon lead to your demise. Because at that very moment, where the world slowed down and fell blurry to the climax of the song, it felt as if it was just you and Gojo. Acknowledging your curious presence down at the crowd. Him making the most intense, prolonged eye contact with you through those hypnotizing, icy blue eyes, burning into yours. The last time of your perfect life where everything felt so surreal— being noticed by your long admired idol. Gazing down from the stage, giving flirty winks and genuine smiles at you like the only girl at the party. It was your dream come true, your perfect fairy tale ecstasy, your moment.

“What’s your name?” he asked, squatting down on the stage before you without the microphone.

“Y/N,” you replied, internally gushing.

“Let’s have some drinks together, Y/N. Meet at the bar later!”

But little did you know that spending the rest of the night while drunk was your last ever experience of happiness.

After the band's performance, you were at the designated bar. You felt like the most ravishing, enchanting girl at the party that night— to ever be offered drinks in the presence of the most beautiful man you ever laid your eyes on. You were stunned beyond your belief. Gojo wasn't even a big star (yet), but in your own eyes he exhibited the title so perfectly. He watches the way you get all coy and coquettish with him like a hopeless romantic, swooning over his divine voice and how his songs were like harmonious love spells to you. You tell him that his divine talent and beauty blossomed something in you the day you discovered him back in Summer 2021, that sultry, sensual Summer where nothing mattered to you... Consuming his music, his creativity, his passions, his undying love for his listeners… There was something about Gojo fucking Satoru that utterly bewitched you.

An ardent couple you two were that night, drinking and giggling together as the crowd of the party kept growing when time passed. As the man kept buying you more drinks, you didn’t realize he was moving you to different areas of the large estate. First, the both of you were on the dance floor, feeling the stranger caressing your waist when you kept moving your body on his. He cupped your face as if he knew just what you wanted. And once your lips finally met, something like fire and passion ignited, deepening the kiss. As if a kiss from who you thought was Gojo Satoru himself couldn’t intoxicate you more, he kept encouraging you to drink up from his cup, holding your chin up and watching the way you consumed the mysterious liquor. And then at that moment, everything started to change.

You were slowing down while the world around sped up. Nothing was making sense to you. Your eyes began to sulk and your knees felt weak. The next location you remembered that night was somewhere in a secluded lounge area, where nobody else was. You kept babbling on and on about nothing, since you lost hold of your coherence, allowing him to keep you drinking. He was moving you around like a lifeless doll, feeling all fuzzy and floating as he kept speaking words to you that you couldn’t make out. But of course, in the vulnerable state you were that your mind couldn’t keep up with, you listened to everything he said to you and took every word and every behavior of his as if it was good for you.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” he cooed in your ear while you were on his lap. “I’ll own you in every way possible… because after this, I have a surprise for you.”

There was nothing that could stop your strong and unbearable passion for Gojo. Even in your drunken state, you couldn’t get ahold of your excitement. You were ready for this, you were made for this. Made for him. This was your everything with him, and being high and intoxicated together felt like writhing into an unexplainable ecstatic state of mind. The slapping of your skins, the sweet moans, loss of breath, the heat, the unforgettable sensation. Each hard thrust into your aching cunt sent you ablaze. Oh, to lose yourself in indulgence to one of your wildest groupie fantasies.

You made Gojo’s hair disheveled, his heated gaze so lust-driven and hazy, as if his mind is fogged by something else other than you. He couldn’t wait by the time he was finished using you. But the need to make a mess of you was also one of his priorities, and even when he pulls out and watches his cum dribble out of you, it doesn't feel messy enough. At a loss of coherence and balance, your mind molded whatever he did to your numb body on that red sofa as your heated fantasies being fulfilled. You were clouded with so overwhelming pleasure all the way to your core, knowing that you were getting fucked so hard and good that night by your celebrity crush. It felt as if nothing mattered. It didn’t matter how fucking sick and wrong it felt. You were only dependent on Gojo taking care of you that your lust and salaciousness for him were fulfilled.

“Would you do anything for me, Y/N?” he mutters while he was kissing your neck and fucking into your cunt, drawing in an intense orgasm rising in your stomach.

“I’d do anything for you, Satoru…”

“How much do you worship me, Y/N?”

“I worship you with all my soul, Satoru…”

“Would you die for me, Y/N?”

“Yes, oh— oh my god, Satoru!”

“Do you promise me you’ll die for me? I’ll give you your orgasm if you promise me.”

“I— I promise!”

It really was twisted for your vulnerable, unstable mind to create this visage of him “taking care” of you, especially the way he aggressively handled you and managed to drag you away from the party. Your numb body in his care, shoving you into the back of his vehicle with your hands bound behind you. Away from the people, away from his band mates, away from everyone. No one in sight to witness your last appearance…

The next thing you knew, you felt something hot fanning onto your skin. Your eyes fling open at the sight of fire just mere inches away from you, suddenly feeling panic and confusion jolting through your entire body. You try to stand up but your thighs and shins were tied together with rope, bounding you to stay on your knees along with your wrists tied to a post behind you. You tried to scream for help but all your words were muffled by a gag. Looking down on your body, your costume was all torn in shreds that revealed your breasts. Finally realizing your most dreadful situation yet had every pulse in your body rapidly taking over your ears from such unimaginable, staggering fear. All alone, tied up in the woods at night with a ritual set up right before your eyes. Candles, powder, flowers, and unique rocks all organized around you…

“Well. Took you long enough to finally become sober. You drank so fuckin’ much that you puked in the back of my car. What a mess.”

You froze as a familiar voice from behind drew closer, hearing the rustling of leaves and trudging of dried dirt just to stand before you. And there you were; bewildered. Who you thought you could trust, the lead singer of Flirt With Death, Gojo fucking Satoru— that godsend man with a voice as heavenly as angel hymns… looking right down at you with a smirk on his face.

And there you finally realized; Gojo Satoru was nothing but a twisted, revolting man. He would go beyond recklessness just to embrace the fame, the fortune, and the adoration.

“What’s the matter, eh?” he chuckled, popping open a bottle of Delamain Cognac. “It’s not my fault you wanted to get wasted. You were so wild out on the dance floor and with me. I know you know I may like my girls fuckin’ wild, but after all that… I just had to take you out here. Away from the party and everyone. But at least I’m the only decent human being to take care of you.”

At first you lied to yourself that this couldn’t be him. But the denial you puddled up just to admire and satisfy this man, soon fell short to a malicious, cruel truth. You couldn’t help but let out more tears and sobs, shaking your head rapidly while feeling an uncontrollable ache in your heart like you were stabbed numerous times with a razor-sharp knife. Your trust, your admiration, your passion to be with him all crumbled down in the most gut-wrenching and acrimonious pain you’ve ever endured.

Suddenly, you were furious. So fucking furious that you started cursing and chastising at him, not caring if your words were muffled or if tears streamed down your face. You yanked hard on the ropes that was tied to the post as if you were going to charge right at him. But the man smirked down at himself, hefting a chuckle at your poor attempt of running free from his rope artwork. As kind as he could be, he ambled closer to pull the gag off your mouth and held your chin up.

“You fucking idiot,” you condemned sharply to the singer, glaring up at him. “Do you not think about what would happen if your bandmates found out what you were doing? Kidnapping and killing one of your biggest fans? And for what fucking reason?! Why me?”

Gojo’s heart raced, feeling hysterical and every immense level of insanity every second from the atrocious words you spat. He kept smirking down at the ground, the most twisted smirk you saw from him it horrified you. He then chuckled wickedly. His adrenaline was soaring, hence this was the first time he’s ever attempted doing a ritual for the better cause of his world. A world where everyone will know his name, plastered everywhere like billboards, magazines, articles, movies, TV shows…

“Oh, kidnapping and killing you? What the fuck do I look like, those fuckers you hear from True Crime? No… I’m Gojo fucking Satoru. I’m a fuckin’ star. The whole world is gonna know my name. A man like me deserves to have his name in spotlights. A man like me deserves to be the center of attention with all the flashing lights and the press running toward me for interviews. And once I sacrifice you to the devil, he’ll gift me popularity in return. This is the life I deserve and accept… And my bandmates? Their only use is making me my goddamn music. Nobody will care about them since they’ll be irrelevant compared to me.”

Your heart faltered, shaking your head rapidly at the shame Gojo forced you to endure. The shame for ever falling for him, the shame for drinking even though you couldn’t remember well if he was the one buying drinks, the shame for putting yourself in this situation.

“Sacrifice..?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Gojo beamed enthusiastically, taking another heavy sip of his alcohol. “I’m linked with my demons and my devils now. Like fuck, do you know how hard it is to make it as an indie band these days? Of course you don’t, you’re literally a nobody. But this fucked up industry is only useful for their hyperfixation on a top celebrity and I’m gonna take advantage of that. And because of your ‘undying love’ you professed to me… the greater your admiration, the better my reward will be. The devil would love that.”

“No. No…”

Gojo shattered the wide bottom of his wine in the fire, watching the flames blooming greater. “You know, Y/N? I just— holy shit, I just had to fuckin’ break you! I just wanted to ruin you because you were my biggest fan and for the fun of it. If I made you the happiest woman alive tonight just by spending time with me like my fucking groupie or some shit… I could so easily take that away. Oh, Y/N. You should know better than to glorify your idols…”

When the shards from the bottle scattered, in the corner of your eye there was a tiny glass shard right next to you, sharp enough to free you from your ropes. Before Gojo could turn around, you grab it from the ground with your mouth and spit it right behind you for your hands to grab. Your heart was pounding erratically when he turned around, raising the weapon above you with both his hands as if he was holding a dagger, licking the bottom of his lips and chuckling deeply at your helplessness. Your eye immediately caught the shiny glints on the shattered wine bottle, catching your own horrified expression through the reflection.

“With the deepest malice, I deliver this broken woman onto thee,” he recited with charisma.

You went back to sobbing and crying out, tugging as hard as you could to break free but all you endured was the agonizing pain stinging your wrists. The blood flow from your fight or flight response being blocked was already turning your hands numb. Every inch of your fragile body was in pain from the fire and the agony. But luckily, you managed to get ahold of the shard clenched in your fists.

“Oh, come on. You’re too fucking pretty to be crying like that for me,” Gojo coaxed. “Sadly I can’t make any promises on how quick you want this to end. I mean— it is my first time murdering somebody. And for a really good cause, too!”

“Fuck you!” you spat out, your voice shaky from the tears welling down your aching face. With your rage fuming in your core, you forced yourself to glare sharply into the hypnotic eyes of the vile man one last time, your nose flaring with hatred and your jaw clenching tightly.

“I hope the whole world finds out what you’ve done,” you whispered, hefting a weak scoff. “Because once you do this… you’ll have to live with this memory forever. That on this Halloween night… you took an innocent woman’s life.”

Gojo, as insensitive and nonchalant about the situation he could be, replied with nothing but a scoff. He then lowered the bottle in his hands and squatted down to meet your eyes at the same level, deadpanning into you coldly.

“Let me tell you something. The whole world is too busy idolizing the most fucked up people. Whether I be famous as a talented singer, as a vile murderer, or maybe a fucking Satanist— this world will idolize me no matter what. Lots of women and men will continue swooning over me. My name and my face will appear everywhere, from articles to national billboards and TV. And I’ll never experience a downfall in this career I’m about to enter in, you know why? My fans will just blindly follow me like dogs. Flirt With Death will be the most successful indie rock band in Hollywood after I give Satan what he wants. Which is, a lucky woman like you.”

“Lucky? You’re a sick fucking bastard!” you cried out.

“Oh, but you are lucky!” Gojo bantered, slanting his head at you. “I’m even planning to write a song about you. You know, as my biggest fan, I think that’ll be pretty cool!”

He inched forward and held the back of your head with his right hand, soft caressing you as you sobbed uncontrollably. You were deep down repulsed from him caressing you and trying to comfort you as if you weren’t about to face a possible demise. But it was all a distraction for him while still cutting through the ropes slickly, even having to hurt yourself. You had no mental energy to flinch away from him or curse him to get off you. You just kept your eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against yours, taking in his scent that you used to admire but now fall physically sick from. Being in the presence of this man alone now made you ill.

“Shh, shh… I’m gonna count to three, and then it will be all over. Okay?”

“No, please!”

“Three!”

Your eyes immediately flung open and you threw your head back in an instant, head-butting him as hard as you could before he could grab the bottle off the ground. You screamed from the immense migraine pain throbbing constantly in your head, panting heavily as you slipped your wrists free from the ropes you managed to cut with the shard. Then, you cut through the ropes binding your legs, wincing from the shard cutting into your thighs from rushing to break free. As you stood up, Gojo started frowning after his temporary unconscious state. You had to run.

No, not run.

Burn his fucking body. Then run.

Before any innocent girl that Gojo may prey on could suffer through the same traumatic fate, you dragged his unresponsive body near the fire by holding under his arms, struggling from how heavy and strong he was. You were almost there, almost ready to run and embrace your freedom. The adrenaline rushing in your body was unbearable and you were deep down frightened. Your head was also still pounding after forcing all your strength and willpower to thrash into his head. But it was the best you could do to knock him out. You would do anything to survive.

“Got’cha!”

When Gojo’s eyes flung open and grabbed your ankle, you stumbled over and screamed, almost about to fall into the fire until he grabbed you and shoved you in a different direction. He got on top of you and got ahold of your struggling body, still screaming in agony and the unbearable pain scorching in your back from the wine bottle shards on the ground poking into you. He pinned down your bleeding wrists onto the ground and straddled on top of you. All of a sudden, you resorted back to crying from this unpredictable ultimatum. What you thought was a chance of survival had left you in a state of hopelessness.

“That was a fucking sick move back there,” Gojo marveled, breathing heavily into your face. “I admire your will to live, sweetie. I really do. But remember the promise you made to me when I fucked you at that party? As my groupie, you receive the honor of dying for me.”

“No!”

Before you know it, your eyes widen in horror at Gojo snatching a large shard off the ground and brutally stabbed it in your throat. You immediately gag and choke from the blood clogging in your throat after screaming in immense pain. Puddles of crimson clotted blood coat on the grass and soak your neck. You struggled to raise your arms to try and gouge his eyes, but your staggering strength began to falter. In fact, he kept repeatedly stabbing your throat. It didn't take long until your weakened, bruised, and ruined body grew numb. A sign of your beautiful life fading away tragically.

Moments later after gasping your last breath and dying right there, Gojo pulled out plastic gloves from his pocket and proceeded to cut open the middle of your chest to snatch your heart, which was perfectly unharmed. It made him gag a little, but he managed to fight it with his motivation. Your heart was the final offering piece for the ritual, and the gateway to his taste of success, fame, and fortune for Flirt With Death. For him mostly.

“I will remember this night,” Gojo whispered, grinning widely now that his dreams were right at his fingertips. He could feel it, he could taste it.

“I’ll brag to your face all about my new life when I meet you in Hell one day…”

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NOTES :: i know i’ve written a murder scene before in god’s whore but this one was a pain to write 💀 i’d also like to clarify that my depictions of nonconsentual sex, coercion, manipulation, and brutal murder are FICTIONAL and are NOT MEANT TO BE ROMANTICIZED OR GLORIFIED.

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[rivashi]

deceived

synopsis: he’d punished everyone and anyone that dare lay a finger on you.

pairings: ???!matsukawa issei x afab!reader

genre(s): NSFW, DC, SMUT, slight angst? (idk, maybe if you squint), thriller? to wholesome, eventual fluff, established relationship, medieval fantasy!au, timeskip!au, porn w/ plot | scenario

cw: 18+, MINORS + AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS DNI!!!, sacrifice, mentions of religious themes (kinda? idk), implied kidnapping, tied up, mentions of murder + death + corpses + blood (obviously), implied deliberate massacre, GORE [via decapitated head], minor character deaths, manipulation, yandere, size difference, monster fucking, consent, gentle to rough, public, clothed, marking, groping, nipple + clit play, oral [f receiving], cunninglingus, fingering, praise, multi orgasm [f], overstimulation, squirting, petnames [dear, darling, love, good girl], implied multi rounds.

wordcount: 3.0k holy shit, my longest fic yet

note 1: my application for the honeymoon avenue: the beach episode! by @crybabycrisis a.k.a my 1st collab piece in this new blog <3 and special thanks to @karamfilmare for beta reading <3 thank you, moni !

note 2: this is heavily inspired by the games; subnautica, subnautica: below zero, and shadow of colossus !

note 3: ironically despite the cws, the actual smut part is admittedly quite vanilla.

Today was warm and bright.

The Sun beamed brilliantly as you basked in its heat, breathing in the distinct scent of the air instead of the accustomed whiff of the chilly weather. Several eyes bore into your direction, and those within hearing range spoke in hushed tones to themselves, either completely ignorant of the fact or purposely doing so. 

Call it a hunch or instinct, but you are always most certain you are the subject of their sneaky glances and hush whispers. Especially whenever you are accompanied by the villager's Elders, their gazes harden. As much as they try their best to hide it behind their fake innocent smiles— you knew they were telling gossip about you. 

Rumors of this caliber quickly spread like wildfire around your close-knit community. In every community, there was always a person that spoke behind closed doors, and that person was… her. 

(R/N) disliked you. She openly admitted it to a fellow villager behind your back whenever she thought you weren't listening. Perhaps, she even hated you for being favored by the Elders. Perhaps, she despises how you were exempt from the physical labors because of it. Therefore, she was the perfect person to get information on the ruckus earlier.

So, you wait… 

Spending the rest of the afternoon in your hut, face buried in a book after cleaning the tiny space. The constant ticking of the clock on your wall mildly reminded you of how much time has passed. You remain seated in your lounge, waiting for the surroundings to darken like you've always had – this time to sneak out to gather intel instead of visiting your boyfriend. 

You expertly stepped out of your hut without a sound, heading towards a specific location. The skies were littered with a veil of clouds, making it easier to creep up to your destination: the Leader's hut, where the adults have their meetings at midnight. The bushes gave you plenty of cover to stand near an open window as you listened in to (R/N) carelessly informing the Council about the severe problems caused by the God in the sea.

You knew of the God who resides in the sea. Colossal Emperor, as they call it. You've heard stories from the Elders of its large stature and how it can cause rainstorms every time it resurfaces above the sea. You found the tale intriguing, as terrifying as it might sound to a child and the other village folks. You'd always visit the beach where the said God surfaces, hoping to catch a glimpse when it does. 

You shook your head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "There's only one way to stop these constant rainstorms, and I suggest we bring an offer." She proposed.

"We can't. We have limited cattle and crops." Countered by another.

"How about a human sacrifice?"

"That's inhumane! Everyone has a role in this village—"

"Besides one." Everyone fell silent, and you immediately knew who she was referring to. "She hasn't contributed to this village like the rest of us have. She served this village for no purposes besides entertaining the Elders."

What she said was the truth. Although, advantages were keeping the Elders company, such as being favored by them and being exempted from physical labor. They were not the ones in charge of this village's community. It was the Council and their Leader, Irihata Nobuteru. 

"I agree with bringing an offering for the Colossal Emperor, but," Irihata started, "we mustn't stain our hands with murder." The rest of the Council agreed with the Leader's statement, and there was a slight pause before he broke it. "How about we vote on which approach we should proceed with?"

"Who votes for bringing an offering such as food, cattle, and so? Please raise your hands." Several hands raised their hands, but it was clear that the majority would vote for the next option. "Since the majority didn't raise their hands, is it safe to assume that everybody agreed to offer a living human?" Everyone nodded.

"Let us hope this sacrifice will suffice. We can't afford another rainstorm if this fails." With that, they ended the meeting right there and then.

The following morning came, and two women from the Council were in front of you. It was really quite a sight to behold, watching them squirm and stutter at your front door as they attempt to explain your circumstances that you already knew. The shame and guilt on their faces bring you slight solace for your own sake. You didn't dare interrupt them nor ask for an explanation— you were sure they'd give you pointed and disapproving looks.

The whole village knew you were orphaned, which is why you were close to the Elders, as they were the ones who raised you as their own. Additionally, they knew you didn't have any lover they knew of – making you the perfect sacrifice to offer for the Colossal Emperor.

"… when?" You simply ask, looking down at the ground as you clenched your hands into fists while trembling slightly. A mix of emotions swirled through you: sadness, confusion, frustration, hopelessness, and… rage.

"Tonight, at sunrise." You nodded sadly in understanding before closing the door with a soft thud as you slid down against the door with your hands on your face. You knew it would eventually come to this – it was in a human's nature, after all. To simply discard those who aren't helpful to them. You just didn't know; it would be this quick for them to throw you away.

You spend your morning reflecting on your time here at the village, reliving the memories you shared with the Elders. In the afternoon, you visit them and say your goodbyes after informing them of your fate. These people were the ones who became your parents and family, especially Granny Aoi. You decided to stay there, giving them one last memory before you ultimately disappear from the village and their lives.

Night came faster than you anticipated, and you quickly sneaked out of the Elder's hut when they least expected before walking towards the Leader's hut and knocking on his door. He opened the door, revealing his relatively short yet large build.

"Yes?"

"Just in case, can you promise me that you'll evacuate the Elders and children, taking them as far away as possible?" Your abrupt request seemed to have taken him by surprise. It was unexpected. "This is my only condition."

Irihata reluctantly agreed to your favor, and you left him be for the night. This interaction, however, gave him an unsettling feeling in his gut. It was… as if you knew something that he doesn't, and he can't seem to pinpoint it. Your words stay with him, haunting him until he finally gives in. Irihata woke the Elders and children, telling them to leave the village immediately and to hide in a large cave within the forest until further notice.

Meanwhile, you walked down the beach to visit your boyfriend. This was located underneath a cliff just a few miles away from the village. The Elders have always warned you to avoid that cliff as the Colossal Emperor is said to snatch unsuspecting people there whenever he resurfaces. Yet, he never appears whenever you are there.

But you did meet him there whom you've met purely by chance. It was at night during one of the rainstorms that the said God would cause, and yet, you didn't see a towering monster – what you saw was a man in the water, staring off at the cloudy skies above. You learned that his name was Matsukawa Issei. You're not exactly sure what drew you to him in the first place – he was mysterious and brooding from a distance. Still, with you, he was easy-going and always managed to make you laugh somehow.

A smile forms on your lips as you spot him leaning against the edge of the docks with his lower half submerged in water. "Is it finally the day, my dear?" He asks with a toothy grin when you reach him, and you give a grin of your own in return. 

"Indeed, it is, my love."

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The cold rain breeze made you shiver as you woke up, tied up on a wooden post that was promptly embedded into the ground. The rain trickled heavily, covering your surroundings in a thick mist. Despite this, you can still trace multiple silhouettes in front of you. Besides the crashing waves beneath you and the loud rain pouring, you could still make out a… prayer?

In your stunned state, it sounded almost like a ritual. But before you could recover from your daze – the post you were tied to suddenly spun around, knocking the air out of your lungs as you gasped in horror when you faced the cliff edge. The uneasiness in your stomach grows as you stare at your fate.

Will this be the end? Will this really be how I leave this cruel world by being sacrificed to a God I don't believe in?

A sting of pain on your palm managed to bring you back to reality – a warm liquid dripped down from your hand. You could almost whiff the scent of blood through the overpowering combined smell of the earthy soils of the forest nearby and the briny waters of the sea below.

Then, you and your companions hear the sounds of water splashing on the rocks underneath and accompanied by a low roar. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you came face-to-face with the humongous anomaly.

"Oh, Colossal Emperor, please accept this humble offering from us, and in exchange, would you be so kind as to ease these rainstorms?"

The creature brought up a clawed limb, tearing through your bindings, before picking you up in its hand and staring at you. The villagers below rejoiced by God's acceptance of their offering; however, they soon realized that the storm wasn't easing away.

Confusion was written on their faces as they watched the Colossal Emperor open its hand and see you stand on its palm with a triumphant smile. Their confusion slowly turns into fear as it lets out a deep growl when it inspects your wounded hand.

You dared lay a finger on her?

It spoke telepathically in their minds. The voice sounded of a male human with a deep and alluring tone. They could also hear the low rumbling noise from its throat as it raises itself more, showing its proper height to the people.

"We've offered you a sacrifice!" A council refuted.

It clicked its tongue. You hurt her.

"It was necessary!"

Was it? It chuckles darkly. How foolish of you to think I control these storms when I simply emerge when it happens? It paused for a second, letting its words sink in. A shame, really. You all could've lived but

Anyone that touches what's mine is punishable… by death. 

The rain had ceased, and the sunlight shone brightly through the cracks of the clouds in the sky. There you were in your soaked and mud-covered white dress, standing eerily still at the center of bloodied corpses of the adults and former Council members – except one. You crouched down to Irihata's eye level, his blood-covered body trembled as he stared at (R/N) 's decapitated head at the front of his feet.

"Why?" He asked desperately and almost pathetically in a hoarse tone while looking up at you. You saw the immersed feelings of suffering and anguish in his eyes that were practically eating him alive.

You offer him a kind smile, making him almost forget the whole ordeal. "Because you deserved it, leader."

"For you, death is a mercy you aren't entitled to." 

Again, your words echoed in his mind. A forever reminder of his failure to protect his people who were with him as he watched your retreating figure, leaving him there to wallow in his thoughts. You were practically glowing in excitement as you walked back toward your lover at the idea of your new lives together.

He again lowers his palm to the ground, just enough for you to climb onto it. Lifting it up to stare at each other, wordlessly communicating before slowly pushing his torso off the cliff, preparing to take his leave with you. 

"Wait!" Irihata yelled, running to the cliff's edge and hoping to catch up on you before you left. But he was too late, both of you – you and the Colossal Emperor vanished with a massive splash before he could even reach the edge.

You two quickly arrived at your stop, just as hasty as you left. Matsukawa settles you down on a beach shore after roughly dragging you underwater. The wet smooth gritty sand beneath you clang onto your bare feet and in its crevasses, making you cringe at the contact before it was washed away by the tide.

 "We make a pretty good team, don't we?" You turn to face him, mirroring his twisted grin. "I still can't believe it worked." Although still towering over you like a predator, his current form resembles a human-sized scale and height

This, whichever form he took – either his monster form or his humanoid form, was the man you fell madly in love with and would do anything for him— even dirtying your hands with blood.

"You doubted me?" You gasped dramatically and playfully at his reaction, arching a brow in amusement. He shakes his head while chuckling, making you join him promptly afterward.

"No. Of course not, dear." He starts, "I didn't think it would be this easy. It went just as you told me, step-by-step and bit-by-bit."

The early events were all a part of your plan. It started with a misunderstanding about being exempted from physical labor— you weren't, never was, and never will be. However, you planted a seed of doubt in them by letting them think that you are, and they fell right through your trap. The rest you predicted in due time, planting more lies to grow their hatred and pettiness towards you until it ultimately led to their demise.

Your thoughts are interrupted by his excellent hands cupping your face, making you look up and into his dark-colored eyes— only to be taken aback at the rare display of raw emotions: a mixture of adoration and devotion swelling in his eyes. Unable to look away, you watch him glance between you and your lips.

"May I?" You nodded, and his lips captured yours immediately, making you melt into him. The little, breathy sounds you made were driving him to his limit. He so desperately wants you. Teeth grazing slightly on your bottom lip as he sucks on it, fingers twined into your hair and clenching into a fist, tugging on it slightly and earning an airy gasp from you.

When you part with your lips, Matsukawa instantly shoves his tongue down onto you and expertly explores your mouth for the first time. You pull him closer, removing the little distance between you and him. You found yourself snaking your arms around his neck as his tentacles wrapped around your legs, effectively trapping you.

Matsukawa hurriedly untangles his tentacles around you, lifting you up in his arms with your legs securely hooked around his waist before carrying you over to a rock near the shoreline. He gingerly places you on the rather large flat surface. Goosebumps ghost on your skin upon contact with the rock's cool and smooth texture as he grinds his slightly opened cloaca against your clothed sex.

You whimper into the kiss before pulling away and looking up into his eyes with uncertainty and desire as he peers down at you. "You do not need to worry. Just relax, leave everything to me… Let me take care of you." He says, brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face and pressing soft kisses all over it.

He starts rubbing your shoulders and arms just as you like it, making you relax and sensitive at his touch. You feel an unfamiliar writhing appendage slipped inside your dress, tugging at the collar and revealing your breasts to your lover while another pair grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs more to him. At the same time, he continues to hump against you. 

His lips are now on your neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and marking it with love bites. "Mine." Matsukawa said possessively, his lips trailing down as two tentacles groped your now exposed breasts with their suckers, pinching and tugging your nipples.

A gasp ripped from your throat as two more of his tendrils pried your legs apart by your ankles, making your dress hiked up to your hips. Exposing your soaked underwear to your lover's eyes for the first time. Another large one slithered around your waist, keeping you still, while a smaller one pushed your panties to the side.

Instantly, his mouth attaches itself to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man without a care. So pussy drunk on making sure your pussy is fully coated in his saliva. At the same time, he crudely groans, the vibrations shaking you to your core. His only focus is on you, the way you keen and writhe beneath him. Not caring about how obscenely drenched your pussy gets or how roughly you tug on the curly locks of his, practically living for it. "Such a pretty hole… So delectable." Heat rushes throughout your body as he mumbles praise after praise, making you forget your worries and nervousness. And only focus on the newfound pleasure you are experiencing. 

His lips moved to your clit, sucking with his tongue. Flicking and twirling around the sensitive nerve, he plunged two fingers inside your entrance, slowly stretching you out. You were already pulsing around him while you let out unfiltered moans, whimpering as he touched every sensitive spot of your gummy walls. He felt you spasm, warning him of your climax. It only takes a few more thrusts to send you over the edge. 

But he doesn't stop. Matsukawa continues ripping through orgasm and orgasm, again and again from you. It wasn't until you squirt from overstimulation that he pulled away reluctantly with what little resolved left in him. His longing eyes peer down to see your eyes half shut, your mouth open with drool on the corner of your lips.

"Don't fall asleep now. I'm not done with you yet."

#🩸 — dark content #🍷 — spicy content #🌸 — fluff content #river.writes #honeymoon avenue: the beach episode! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu matsukawa #haikyuu mattsun #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa scenarios #matsukawa imagines #matsukawa smut #matsukawa fluff #tw kidnap mention #tw gore #tw death #tw yandere #tw monsterfucking

[konigsblog]

reader getting gang raped for talking shit about men 😛

something the 141 would do with their enemy. :( 🩸

tw/cw; rape/gangrape, non-con/dub-con, dark content. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

can you really blame them for their inhumane treatment? you were supposed to be on their side, a fraud, sharing precious and important information to the enemies, soiling their plans. they trusted you, took you in as their own, with open arms and a warm heart.

you weren't familiar with this side of them. callous, hurtful, violent. they were brutal with you, violating your every hole ‘til you were coating them in your crimson blood, spread out and presented to them for them to brutalise. despite the piteous cries that echoed in the interrogation room followed with pleas of forgiveness and mercy, they weren't gentle. not even kyle or johnny, who now demanded you refer to them as ‘soap’ and ‘gaz’, no longer on a first name basis. fuck, they were so careful with their beloved teammate.

your sudden and shocking betrayal left them savage, revengeful, and vindictive, and they couldn't help but feel disgusted with you, raping you until you were limp in their arms.

they'd tell you that you had it coming, you should've expected to be tortured for your betrayal. your previous captain was merciless with you, with each rough thrust stretching your asshole open, your cunt practically swelling with this abuse, split open and fucked into, reduced to a hole for their pleasure and an outlet for their frustration. ghost bit into your skin, enough to draw blood, while you sucked another off, the muzzle of a gun pressed against the crown of your skull.

they wouldn't kill you—not yet, at least—keeping you as a slave for their own use, beaten and raped ‘til you were unrecognisable, a shell of your previous self.

#orla speaks #tw: rape #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #tw: dark content #tw: non con #captain john price #captain price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz call of duty #john soap mctavish x reader #soap call of duty #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley smut #tf 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod x reader smut

[kithj]

Announcing the Queer Vampire IF Jam!

This is a month-long game jam that will run from January 10 - February 20th. The goal of this jam is to create more interactive fiction games about queer vampires, focusing both on queer relationships and queer experiences as told through a vampiric narrative.

JAM RULES:

Your project must focus on queer characters and vampires. Queer relationships, romantic or platonic, as well as other queer experiences, whether gay, lesbian, bisexual, ace, aro, trans and nonbinary - this is an inclusive jam. 

You can write from a human or vampire perspective (or both!)

This jam will accept any medium, so long as the work is an Interactive Fiction.

This jam will accept adult content as well as games covering heavy & uncomfortable topics, but please be sure to properly list trigger warnings either in-game or on the game page.

Entries that promote any kind of bigotry will not be accepted.

Games should not include any AI generated content.

You can submit as many entries as you'd like.

You are allowed to start working on your project early! That's why I'm announcing it now. This jam is unranked and it's not a contest, this is just for fun.

Submissions open midnight, January 10th EST. They'll close February 20th at 11:59pm EST.

Join the jam here!

🩸​Get dark and bloody and nasty.​🩸​

hosted by me, @nyehilismwriting, @attollogame

#interactive fiction #games #itch.io #game jam #umm idk. how to tag this #vampjamp #is the official jam hashtag tho none of us even use twitter but. vampjamp!

[fyodere]

omegle sexting with Fyodor. ♡

midnight confessions.

“ I hope nobody catch us

but i kinda hope they catch us ”

— LES

﹙ 🦇 ﹚── parings: fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader ♡

₍^. .^₎⟆ ── content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), college!au, fyodor is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, reader is a freshman, fyodor uses the pseud ghost face online, light corruption kink, sexting, petnames, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, dirt talk, light dom/sub dynamic, implied catholic guilt, fyodor is a creep perv ♡

﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Why you were still awake? It was the middle of the night, and the student dormitory rested in the silence of the moonlit hours. However, your insomnia and a restless curiosity propelled you into the vastness of the internet. Your idea was curious but fitting for the moment. You decided to venture into anonymous chat sites, just like you used to do in your adolescence. Maybe that would be enough to make you sleepy.

Of course, there was a chance you would encounter a creep in those forums. But at this point, who cared? The night was incredibly boring; you needed to take the risk, needed to seek excitement.

﹙ 🩸 ﹚── author's note : GUESS WHOS BACKKK i wrote this listening to my late night texts playlist so the content here is JUICYYY i can’t get enough of pervy fedya content so HERE I AM also i had the idea to write this thanks to this one fyodor fanart i hope you enjoy it <3

2:27 am

 

You huffed, pulling your blanket up to your nose. You turned, in an act of courage, to your clock, hoping you had seen the time wrong. But no. Oh, no! It was still the middle of the night. Your body was exhausted, but your mind was racing, processing many thoughts that could cross your mind.

 

You shouldn't be awake. It was late at night, and college life was wearing you out. Amidst books and assignments, you found yourself immersed in a sea of responsibilities that seemed never-ending. The dark circles under your tired eyes betrayed the sleepless nights and quick naps during classes. But on that night, even though you knew you needed rest, something kept you awake. Perhaps it was the anxiety about the unfinished final project, or the feeling that time was slipping through your fingers. Lying in bed, you wondered if sacrificing your sleep and health for academic success was worth it. In the silence of the night, you reflected on your choices and questioned if this was truly what you wanted for your life.

 

In the quiet of the room, the faint moonlight revealed a common scene: scattered notes, open books, and tired eyes staring at the ceiling. No one should be awake at that hour. Not your senior, Dazai, or Atsushi. And even if they were awake, who are you to disturb them? Amid tight deadlines and academic pressure, you navigated through the nighttime challenges, seeking balance between dreams and reality. As the hours passed, reflections on the price of knowledge intertwined with the desire to overcome the limits imposed by fatigue.

 

You looked around your room; it was a mess. You sighed again, letting the air oxygenate your brain, begging for a bit of patience. Then, with a head full of thoughts, you had an idea.

 

You stealthily walked to your small desk, where your laptop was. You picked it up and took it to bed, lying down comfortably and turning on the monitor, letting the screen light up your room.

 

Why you were still awake? It was the middle of the night, and the student dormitory rested in the silence of the moonlit hours. However, your insomnia and a restless curiosity propelled you into the vastness of the internet. Your idea was curious but fitting for the moment. You decided to venture into anonymous chat sites, just like you used to do in your adolescence. Maybe that would be enough to make you sleepy.

 

Of course, there was a chance you would encounter a creep in those forums. But at this point, who cared? The night was incredibly boring; you needed to take the risk, needed to seek excitement.

 

The computer screen became your window to the unknown. You saw each conversation as a calculated risk, a word game unfolding in the cyber twilight. Amid anonymous profiles and shared stories, You navigated between fascination and caution, aware of the thin boundaries separating adventure from recklessness.

 

In the early morning, where the boundaries between the real and the virtual fade, you became a solitary explorer, guided by curiosity and drawn to the digital enigmas the night revealed.

 

You shouldn't be awake. In the stillness of the night, you decided to venture into the depths of the internet, exploring the nightly dangers hidden in virtual shadows. Alone in your room, the faint light of the monitor revealed your curious expression and a glint of audacity in your eyes. Navigating through chat rooms and forums, you connected with strangers, engaging in conversations echoing secrets and unknown stories.

 

Cautious but driven by the quest for new experiences, you explored this digital world on the fringes of convention. The keyboard keys echoed in the silence, creating a fragile link with distant strangers. Each typed word carried a hint of mystery and vulnerability as you danced on the tightrope between curiosity and the risks hidden in the cyber darkness.

 

Amid digital shadows, you found a strange sense of freedom, challenging the boundaries of the unknown in an attempt to break the monotony of the night.

 

However, behind the screen, uncertainty loomed like a constant shadow. You, intoxicated by virtual adrenaline, realized that the price of nocturnal boldness on the internet could be high. Caution became a necessary ally as you navigated the turbulent waters of virtual relationships, aware that not everything shining in the darkness is safe.

 

Yet, curiosity and the thirst for something exciting flowed in your veins.

 

You entered another forum, using a random nickname for identification. No one needed to know it was you. Eager to start a conversation, you initiated the chat.

 

You: well well, what’s up?

 

I didn’t took long to the stranger reply.

 

Stranger: You know what? Nothing much. Just killing some time talking to strangers. You just can’t sleep, huh?

 

You: yeah. always come here?

 

Stranger: Not always, but enough to recognize the other regular people chatting here. You must be new.

 

You: oohh smooth ;) how did you know?

 

Stranger: You can recognize a newbie a mile away. No one talks this open and nice.

 

Stranger: You seem to have caught my attention. What is your name?

 

You: you mean my real one?

 

You: mhmm… isn’t dangerous tell my name online?

 

Stranger: Smart girl.

 

The simple praise made you cover your mouth with your hands, you were blushing.

 

Stranger: Ahh, I like this one. You see, you are right, the internet is dangerous, but we, people who frequent those websites, are even more dangerous.

 

Stranger: but I can find your location in one hour, so what is the harm to give me your name, sweetheart?

 

You: playing dangerous, hm? I like that ;)

Then you told him your name.

 

Stranger: Ah? Cute name, fits such cute creature.

Stranger: You can call me Ghost Face for now.

 

You let out a nasal laugh. How could he be so cheeky?

 

You: im glad that you like it, pretty boy

 

Stranger: Pretty boy, huh? If people could hear you, they might think that I am some kind of lady magnet.

 

Stranger: Maybe I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much.

 

You: Oh? Why not, Ghost Face?

 

Stranger: Ah, you are such a tease. I can’t imagine what secrets you are hiding, but now, I am even more interested in you. What a dangerous girl.

 

Stranger: Flatter me more, pretty girl. I'll play along with your mind games for some more time.

 

You chuckled, feeling your cheeks warm again. Whoever was behind that screen, that person knew how to get reactions out of you.

 

You: mmm… smooth, yeah?

 

Stranger: You little vixen.

 

Stranger: You know it. But, to my surprise, you might be smoother than a snake. I wonder how many guys you make blush?

 

You: ah, not that many. I’m pretty lonely at college

 

Stranger: Lonely at college? Now that is surprising. I thought that you should have boys chasing you. You must be really shy, huh?

 

You: uhhh kinda…

 

You: you’re a good people reader

 

Stranger: You know, I really do like your attention. You are really making my night, pretty girl. And don't worry, I'm not a people reader. But I am really good at reading you.

 

You: smooth as always, Ghostie, hm?

 

You: Ghost, are you in college too?

 

Stranger: Yeah.

 

Stranger: I major computer science and work remotely.

 

You: really?

 

You: tell me more about you work

 

Stranger: Well, to be totally honest with you, it is a shady kind of job. I work with some not so nice people with even nastier interests.

 

You: ah… so Ghost Face is a bad boy, huh? tell me more about it

 

Stranger: You caught me, pretty girl. I am a bad boy, not going to deny it. I do all kind of thing related to computers and technology. Things that many would consider illegal.

 

Stranger: Let's just say I help people getting information that should stay hidden.

 

You: mhmmm… that explains why are you so smooth

 

Stranger: Thank you, pretty girl. I like the way you compliment me. You are really making my night, you know? Would you like to know the other reason I am smooth?

 

You: yeah? tell me, Ghostie

 

Stranger: Damn. You really do want to hear it, don’t you? I know you are very innocent right now, but be careful of what you wish for. You might not be ready for what you are going to hear.

 

Stranger: You know, in a world of deception, people like me find it hard to trust someone. But I trust, for some weird reason, you. So there is one important question that I want you to answer. It will be an important step to show me how much I can trust you.

 

Stranger: Do you have a boyfriend?

 

You: no ;)

 

You: mhmmm… it’s kinda late

 

Stranger: Yes, it is late, and you have no excuse for your misdeed. If I was your boyfriend I would never let you be alone when it is this time. You would be with me all night, in my room. You would not be up late talking to strangers on anonymous sites.

 

You: oh, Ghost… you’re making me soaked, mm?

 

Stranger: Oh, darling, is it starting to feel hot between us? You know what I would do if I was your boyfriend in this very moment?

 

You: mhmmm… tell me

 

Stranger: You want to know? Well, darling, first, I would whisper all my naughty thoughts to your ear. I would tell you all the things people would say are gross. And I would kiss you all over your body. I would make you feel good, in places you would not dare to touch.

 

You: oh, Ghost…

 

Stranger: Oh, dear, I am gonna give you attention like you deserve it. You are only my girl and I will make it very clear. I will show you the pleasures of the world so you only think of me. I will give you so much pleasure I hope you never want to leave my side.

 

You: Ghost…

 

You: I think you should give me your real number

 

You: so we can go more private yk

 

Stranger: Oh!

 

Stranger: Sure.

 

Stranger: You can call me Fyodor. ;)

 

After Fyodor sent his number, you quickly added it to your contact list and promptly began typing the next message, longing for contact with the enigmatic boy behind the screen.

 

You: Fyodor

 

You: can I call you?

 

Fyodor: Sure, I would love to hear your voice.

 

You quickly called Fyodor, who promptly answered.

 

“ … Hello?” You said slightly unsure of having called the boy.

 

Pretty girl... You are the cutest thing. Fyodor thought.

 

“Oh, oh, you sound so sweet, darling.” Fyodor said. “Your voice is soft and gentle. You sound like the kind of girl a man would want to listen to all day long. You make me feel things, sweetheart.” He said after a deep breath. “Please, can you tell me where you are right now, dear? Are you in bed?”

 

“Yeah, I am.” You replied.

 

“Please, let me know how the bed feels... Are you comfortable? Does it feel nice to have the bed all for yourself? I would love to be in bed with you...” He chuckled.

 

“Mm… my bed is pretty cozy. The college dorms are not that big, but they are pretty comfortable.” You answered.

 

“Oh, dear, this is so much better. If I was with you right now, I would want to feel your skin against mine.” Fyodor whispered the last part, leaving you in chills. “Fuck.” He whispered again. “I have to turn down, but we can keep chatting.”

 

“Okay.” You chuckled, and they got back to the text messages

 

You: I’m wearing something you might like right now.

 

Fyodor: Mhm?

 

Fyodor: Let me see.

 

You: [Photo] ;)

 

Fyodor’s eyes widened as he opened the image. It was a photo of you wearing a light pale lilac blouse that was too loose for your size. It almost covered up to half of your thigh, you weren’t using socks, leaving your legs exposed. Fyodor’s throat went dry when he saw you in that state. His face automatically became hot and his heart started to beat faster than usual. How could you have such a big effect on him?

 

Fyodor: Lord, please forgive me…

Fyodor: But, God, you’re making me feel so fucking weird…

 

Fyodor: If you were here right now, the things I’d do with you… shit, I’m definitely not seeing the gates of heaven.

 

Fyodor: I mean-

 

Fyodor: God, I’m so sorry. I typed without thinking first.

 

You: No!

 

You: It’s okay

 

You: I was kinda looking for this type of reaction. Lol.

 

Fyodor: So, my dear, you’re comfortable with this?

 

You: Yeah!

 

Fyodor typed for a while. The typing… under his contact made you anxious. What was him thinking?

 

Fyodor: Let me make you another question. Do you trust me?

 

He was typing again.

 

Fyodor: Let me take care of you tonight. it’s too bad I’m not there with you… I can’t get enough of you.

 

This time it was you the one who was left speechless. Your jaw literally dropped to the floor, you were surprised at how straightforward and bold this stranger man was.

Fyodor: But tell me, what do you like?

 

You: I don’t know… I never did it before.

 

Fyodor: Then, how about we find out together?

 

Fyodor: I want to explore your body if you’d let me. Would you?

 

You: Go ahead.

 

Fyodor: Darling, you’re such a fucking tease, you know that? We've only been talking for a few hours and I want to do the wildest things with you. You're making me think the biggest dirty thoughts, you're awakening things in me that I didn't even know could exist. All I can think of is your pretty lips around me.

 

You: Mmmm…

 

You: Now you’re making me want it too.

 

Fyodor: Dear, touch your thighs.

 

Fyodor: Gently.

 

Fyodor: God, your hair looks so silky.

 

Fyodor: I wish I could caress it as you’re on your knees.

 

You: MMM????

 

You: fuck

 

You: I would love to imagine you but I have no idea how you look like :(

 

Fyodor: Oh. Hold on, dear.

 

Fyodor: [photo] ;)

 

Your eyes widened when you opened the image. It was a mirror selfie, Fyodor had long black hair that touched his shoulders. His frame appeared to be lean and well defined. He was wearing sweatpants that highlighted his bulge. This made you salivate. Who knew the pervert from the anonymous website could be so handsome?

 

You: fuck.

 

You: you’re so— I can’t even put into words

 

You: I need you.

 

Fyodor: I need you too, dear. I crave you.

 

Fyodor: Darling, are you caressing your thighs as I requested?

 

You: uhum!

 

You: I am

 

You: but I’m feeling itchy down there… :( may you help me?

 

Fyodor: Oh, of course I will, my darling.

 

Fyodor: But first I need you to touch your beautiful exposed thighs.

 

Fyodor: You could see my hands on the picture, right? Imagine my hand on your thighs.

 

You: your hands are pretty big…

 

Fyodor: Yeah? Feel them. Feel them caressing you, gripping you, scratching you. Feels good, yeah?

 

You: you’re making me feel so itchy…

 

You: I need to touch it, Fedya :(

 

You: please

 

Fyodor: Hm? I am the one touching you, dear.

 

Fyodor: And it’s not time for it yet.

 

Fyodor: Now, put your hands on your chest.  Grip them, feel all the softness

 

You: fuck

 

You: I want to scream your name, Fedya :(

 

You: I need you.

 

Fyodor: I crave you too, my darling. Watching you like this makes me want to touch myself too… should I?

 

You: please

 

Fyodor: My dear, can I call you? I need to heat your voice again.

 

You: go ahead

 

You felt your heart race when you saw that Fyodor was calling you. You had already heard the man’s voice a few minutes ago. But now, they were more intimate than ever. You felt your body heat up as you imagined the dirty things Fyodor would say to you in a few seconds.

 

You promptly answered the phone.

 

“Dear?” Fyodor said with a husky voice. You wondered if he could hear your heartbeat.  “Now, let's get started.” He continued. “Close your eyes and imagine me touching you all over your body, running my hands over every inch of your skin.” Fyodor could hear your deep breath. “Can you feel it? The anticipation building up inside you?”

 

“Fedya…” You whispered. “Yes, I can feel it. I can feel you. God, I wish you were here with me, touching me, feeling my skin against yours.” You tried to say with more posture, but your voice was cracking with sighs and deep breaths.

 

“I can't be there with you physically, but we can still explore our desires together in long distance.” He replied. “Close your eyes and imagine my hands on your thighs, slowly moving up towards your hips.” He started to put his hands inside his pants. “Can you feel the warmth of my breath against your skin? The soft touch of my lips on your neck? Can you feel the electricity building between us?”

 

“Fuck… yes. I can. But I want you down there.”You said with your voice dripping lust.

 

“You want me down there, do you?” He asked. “I want you to imagine that I'm right in front of you, kneeling between your legs. My hands are running up and down your thighs as my lips press against the most sensitive spot on your body. Can you feel it? The heat building up inside you?” Fyodor smiled when he heard the sloppy sound coming from your line. “Just let go and enjoy the pleasure. Let me take control for a while.”

 

“I want you to take control of me, Fedya.” You said between deep breaths and dirty whispers. “To fill me.”

 

“Fuck… I want you to feel every inch of me inside you, filling you up completely.” He answered right after listening to your words. “I want you to touch yourself for me. Imagine that my hands are on your body, touching you exactly how I know you like it.” Fyodor started to caress himself, gripping his manhood. “Can you feel my touch? Can you imagine what it would be like if we were together in person?”

 

“Yes… I can imagine.” You said after a long sigh, sightly moaning. “But what about you? What are you thinking?”

 

“I'm thinking about how much I want to make you mine. I want to see you writhe with pleasure as I take control of your body and give you everything you've been craving.” He smirked.

 

“I want to squeeze you.” You confess after a long sigh.

 

"I'm already rock hard," He admits, his words tinged with desperation. "I need to fuck something, I need to fuck you, right now. I want you to imagine it inside your tight little pussy, fucking you so hard that your walls are shaking, your body trembling with pleasure and pain.”

 

“Uh, huh. Sure, everything you want, Fedya.” You said biting her lip.

 

"Good girl," He praises. "Now, I want you to rub your legs together, okay? I want you to imagine my cock in your mouth, sucking on it, and swallowing my load. You're a good little naughty girl, aren't you?"

 

“Yeah, anything for you!” You said in a more poised voice, doing as asked, becoming dizzy with the wave of pleasure that passes through your body.

 

"I knew you were a good girl," He says, ready to take things to the next level. "Now, I want you to imagine me fucking you from behind. Imagine me thrusting into your tight little pussy, claiming you as mine. It's hot, isn't it? Keep going as I request, okay?"

 

“You’re so rough… I love it.” You said between sloppy sounds and moans.

 

“Oh, dear," He groans, his words laced with arousal. "I am rough, I admit it. I like to dominate and fuck you hard, leaving you sore and begging for more. I want to make you my little bitch. I'll fuck you until you can't walk, until you can't breathe, until you're completely spent and used up."

 

“Fuck, keep going.” You were almost screaming now.

 

"You're such a good little naughty girl," He compliments, his words dripping with lust. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, so rough, that you'll feel like you've been through hell and back. I'll leave you bruised and battered, with a hole so raw that even the slightest touch will make you scream in pain. I'll fuck you until you can't take any more, and then I'll make you swallow my cum, filling you up with my seed."

 

“You want to fill me up?” You said, feeling the wave of pleasure more and more strong going trough you.

 

"Oh, yes," He grits out, his voice growing more intense. "I want to fill you up with my seed, to mark you as mine, to claim you as mine. I'll fuck you so hard that you'll never forget me, never forget what I did to you. I'll make you my slut, and I'll never let you go. I'll own you, possess you, and break you down, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a broken shell of a woman." He tries to speak with a more husky voice.

 

“I— I’m close!” You were almost screaming, with the voice dripping lust.

 

"I'm about to cum," Fyodor warns, his breathing becoming ragged. "I want to fuck you so hard that your insides are shaking, your body trembling with pleasure and pain. I'll fuck you until you're begging for mercy, until you're too tired to even think, and then I'll make you swallow my cum, filling you up with my seed, making you my cum dumpster, my possession, and I'll never let you go. I'll own you, and I'll destroy you, piece by piece, until you're just a broken doll, a toy for me to play with."

 

“Mhmmm!” You were moaning for him, inattentive if you would be waking up your colleagues from the student dorm.

 

"I'm cumming," Fyodor whispers, his words tinged with lust and satisfaction. "I'll fuck you until you're begging for mercy, until you're too tired to even think, and then I'll make you swallow my cum, filling you up with my seed, making you my whore, my bitch and I'll never let you go.”

 

“Cum for me, Fedya” You said touching your most sensitive spot, yearning for the man’s touch on the other end of the line.

 

"Ah— fuck, I am cumming," Fyodor confirms, his words echoing with lust and satisfaction. "Here it comes," Fyodor grunts, his words filled with lust and satisfaction. "I'm cumming, imagine me shooting my load into your tight little pussy, filling you up with my seed.”

 

“F-Fyodor—! Ah—!“ You screamed, imagining everything that he said. The image of Fyodor’s cock was sent along, and as soon as it appeared in front of you, you could feel the sensations of his words rippling through you. Your heart raced with excitement and fear, and you felt yourself begin to shake from the intensity of it all. You gasped, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over your cheeks.

 

The image of his cock, thrusting into her tight little cunt, made your entire body shudder with pleasure and pain. It seemed to be penetrating you so deeply, and yet you couldn't help but crave more. His words continued to fill your mind, making you feel like a helpless little girl, unable to resist his dominance or his power.

 

"Mhmmm," He moans, his voice thick with desire as he continues to shoot his load.

 

“Fuck! This was… fuck. I— I can’t even put into words” You said between heavy breaths.

 

Fyodor chuckled softly, a sound that reverberated through their connection, sending a wave of heat and desire through your body. He knew exactly what you meant.

 

He laughed cruelly at your reaction, savoring the moment. He knew that you was struggling to find the right words to describe how you felt, and he found it amusing that you were so overwhelmed by his presence. He wanted you to feel small and vulnerable, to understand that you were nothing more than a plaything in his world.

 

He grunted again, as if it were determined to claim every last inch of you. The feeling was intense, and it only served to fuel his desire for more.

 

"Good," Fyodor grunted, his voice still filled with lust and satisfaction. "Because I want you to feel every single bit of what I'm doing to you, and I want you to understand how much I own you now.”

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd smut #fyodor smut #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd

[sunkendreams]

Dwayne or David facesitting. Period. Like, vampires don't need to breathe! Hell, let em stay down there for hours. Also, am I too gross or crazy to think about having fun during that time of the month? 🩸

blood moon.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. | dwayne (the lost boys) x fem!reader

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | drabble — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 3.7K.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT (mdni), dubious consent (mild coercion) cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), reader is on their period, bloodplay (lots of it, he’s a vampire), facesitting, biting, hair-pulling, pet names (mama, girl, sweet girl), dwayne is hungry and he’s nasty, kissing, vampire antics, possessive dwayne, Dwayne is a little selfish in this

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | wow ,,, a fic three days in a row ??? you can tell I’m hyperfixated because I’ll produce a ton of content very rapidly. Also, I love dwayne so much, he’s my daddy. ALSO — please keep sending me horny requests for the lost boys, I’m being fed !!! also, hello to all of my new followers & tlb fellows :)) love y’all and hope you enjoy!

A blood moon — it was a humorous term that your mother used to use for your menstrual cycle, something that you’d grown to despise with every fiber of your being. It was another unfortunate shackle of humanity, a reminder that you were still flesh and blood. Whenever your time of the month came about, you were always tempted to beg David for a sip of that forbidden wine.

The oppressive heat of the cavernous labyrinth that the boys dwelled within had felt somewhat comforting to you as you curled up on Dwayne’s makeshift bed, form contorted into the fetal position. A slow, agonizing pain spread throughout your lower abdomen, making your muscles feel weak and useless.

Sunset was just upon the horizon as you struggled to endure the suffering that you were forced into with each passing month. The mattress felt cool and smooth underneath your cheek, having abandoned the scattered pillows in favor of awaiting your demise. You wanted to sob, biting at the inside of your cheek, teeth scraping against flesh as your fists balled into the blanket.

Everything hurt — what began as a dull ache soon manifested into a pain that gripped your entire body. Your back was sore, head throbbing, and your insides felt as if they were being stirred around by the hand of another. You clenched your teeth, not wanting to move from your spot, anchored to your slice of space.

Once dusk fell, the vampires you’d been living with came to life, no longer hanging from the rafters of some dark, damp alcove. You could heat Marko and Paul’s guffaws and laughter, accompanied by David’s stern, tempered remarks. It all served as idle background noise, prompting you to close your eyes.

The noise dissipated — it was too quick for your liking. Silence settled in, save for the faint rustling of ambience within the cave, combined with something rattling around out in the remnants of the old lobby.

As much as you didn’t want to move, you sluggishly rolled out of bed, discomforted by the sensation of sloshing liquid rushing between your legs. It was the worst part of your cycle — the unpleasant sensations, the feeling of being wholly unclean. You draped a blanket around you, hobbling from Dwayne’s roost.

Strong, veined hands were buried within the grease-laden guts of a motorcycle, dismantling a variety of components. The vehicle was partially dismantled, stripped down to the metal underbelly. Dwayne’s dark tresses were disheveled from slumber, parts of scrap scattered around him. An elongated, metal screw was lodged between his teeth as he concentrated on his work.

He could smell you long before you’d crept into the lobby, but he hadn’t expected to see you in such a downtrodden state. Dwayne was often respectful of your space, especially during your cycle. It wasn’t something he would ever endure, but watching you writhe and suffer wasn’t entirely enjoyable, either.

“Dwayne?” You croaked, awkwardly shuffling across outcroppings of debris and dirt, draped in your shoddy sheet as you spotted your boyfriend. There was something beautiful about him, particularly when he practiced his hobby of playing mechanic. Specks of black oil lined his forearms and fingertips.

Without missing a beat, Dwayne turned to look at you, hazel hues drinking you in with reverence and concern. Dark brows furrowed together as he abandoned his current project, grabbing at the tattered, red cloth that rode around within his back pocket. “Hey,” That familiar baritone held a subtle warmth to it. “What’s wrong, Mama?”

You knew that he knew, but he still asked you nonetheless. As he swiped away at the oil and pungent grease, Dwayne stepped closer toward you, stooping down to press a kiss against the top of your head. You smelled wonderful, natural sweetness intermingled with that of your menses.

“Everything,” You exhaled, shuddering when his large palm splayed out across your back, rubbing soothing circles into your sore flesh. “Where are the others?” Admittedly, it was a bit unusual to see Dwayne alone without the company of the pack.

“Hunting,” Dwayne confirmed, and without hesitation, he hooked a strong, taut arm underneath your legs, hoisting you up as he carried you like a blushing bride. Cradling you against his chiseled chest, he made sure you were back in bed, where you belonged. “I was worried about you.” He confessed, laying you back against the mattress.

His throat was burning — a fire so intense that he wanted to scream, but Dwayne was rather talented at smothering his hunger for the good of another. His thirst would be extinguished soon enough, whenever he could leave the cave to find unsuspecting tourists. He sat down along the edge of the bed, hand massaging into your thigh.

Guilt rippled through you, knowing that Dwayne had abandoned the hunt to tend to you, this fragile human. His brows furrowed together — he must’ve been reading your thoughts. “I’m sorry. You should go feed.” You encouraged him, despite keening into the comforting chill of his hand.

Dwayne’s mind had gone elsewhere — there was a way that he could feed without having to abandon you. Of course, it was purely self-gratifying and your best interests were secondary to his starvation, which crawled across his stomach, burning a hole through him. He kept quiet, gingerly massaging your leg with his hand, which drifted towards the swell of your hips.

He didn’t like seeing you this way, agonized and letting yourself sit in the suffering. “If there was something that I could do to help, would you let me?” Dwayne asked, gazing down at you with an incendiary look. It was distinct, reminding you of the plethora of times he’d seduced you. Your stomach lurched, insides feeling as if they were withering away.

Your expression was somewhat quizzical, lips parting slightly as you reached for his arm. He was so much bigger than you — the strongest of the pack, urging you closer until his fingers could sweep away the hair framing your visage. That thick, coppery swarm of blood invaded his nostrils, singing his throat yet again.

“What do you have in-mind?” You asked, somewhat hesitant as he caged you in between his arms, bending down to press a hungry kiss to your lips. Sex was the furthest thing on your mind, but you relented, moaning into his mouth as you reached for his dark tresses.

Dwayne was a phenomenal kisser — passionate and slow, as if he were savoring every second of it. Though, he had a tendency to let it whirlwind into something ravenous and primal, fitting for the quiet, stoic vampire. He exhaled, kissing you with a thinly-veiled desire, hand moving to cup your jaw.

“Could take the pain away.” He uttered, withdrawing from your lips with an indiscernible expression. Dwayne was always difficult to read — endlessly complex, an enigma that you wanted to unravel. His mystique was always present, but you knew him better than most.

To you, it was an act of generosity — you were gullible, naive to Dwayne’s true intentions of feeding from you whilst making the ache fade away. Your heart fluttered within your chest, causing you to wet your lower lip. Dwayne’s thumb rubbed along your jawline.

“How?” With a soft gulp, you swallowed the growing lump within your throat, feeling his lips graze your jugular. His natural musk was enticing, often intermingled with the twang of stale copper and machinery oil. Dwayne shrugged his jacket off, bulky musculature engulfing you.

His shadow eclipsed any sliver of torchlight as he bathed you in darkness, gaze dusky as he gave you another deliberate kiss. Dwayne was silent, adjusting himself until he knelt at the foot of the bed, partially on top of you. His hand pushed against the inside of your knee, and that’s when you stopped him.

“N—No,” Your protest was weak, embarrassment rippling through your voice. There was something that felt inherently dirty to you, if Dwayne intended to follow through on whatever it was he planned on doing. “Dwayne, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” A shrewdness crept into your tone.

He read your mind — you thought he wanted sex. If you weren’t in so much pain, he would’ve been fucking you within an inch of your life by now. Dwayne’s chest rumbled with a brief chuckle, lips curling into a faint smile, pearlescent teeth glimmering against his caramel skin and stubble-coated visage. “Not like that,” He exhaled. “Something else. Help us both.” He murmured, stroking along your leg.

So that’s what he wanted.

Admittedly, you were a little nervous about the idea. He’d never insisted on feeding from you before, and certainly not in this manner. It sounded so crude and messy in your head. He’d bitten you, but never enough to cause any lasting harm. “I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling another sharp, dagger-like jolt course through the pit of your stomach.

“It’ll make the pain go away,” Dwayne was gorgeous — like a chiseled god, crouched between your legs as he sought your consent. Of course, it was somewhat swayed through consistent persuasion, but there was something mutually beneficial to be found in this. “Let me.” His voice dropped to a husked octave, dripping with something amorous.

You were still hesitant, heart beating like a fluttering of a hummingbird, swift and constant, pounding just above your breast. Goosebumps coalesced along the length of your spine, crawling across your flesh like a tidal wave as he pressed a series of kisses against the inside of your thigh, face dangerously close to swarming forward.

“Okay, just — Just go slow.” Molten heat sloshed within your belly as Dwayne stalked forward, musculature parting your legs. He was so broad and strong, smooth underneath your fingertips as they brushed against his taut, veined forearms. He bracketed you in, arms like a cage as he kept you close.

Dwayne felt that blistering itch within his throat, the urge to feed, to savor the sanguine heat between your legs. He had no intention of being slow. Once the feeding commenced, it was difficult to stop. “‘Course, girl.” He nodded, dark eyes glued to your features as he flattened down against the mattress.

Sinewy hands curled into the waistband of your panties, slipping beneath the shirt you wore, one that didn’t happen to be covered in age-old blood. You were flustered, beginning to squirm as Dwayne peeled it all aside, menstrual pad included.

He rucked your shirt up, propped up on his elbows as his palms gripped at your hips so hard that it was sure to leave bruises. That smell of blood hit him immediately, scorching his throat and insides until it was all ash and dust. Dwayne was silent, broad tongue parting past until it drew along the length of your cunt.

Blood wept from your core, which felt uncomfortable for you, initially. You huffed, nearly sinking down into the mattress in a heap as Dwayne began to openly lap at your slit, drinking you in as if you were the most delicious thing he’d tasted. Your cunt clenched, nerves set ablaze as his nose bumped against your clit.

You tasted saccharine — coppery and vitriolic, but it was his sort of feast. Dwayne let out a grunt, lapping at the blood that oozed from your cunt, letting it linger upon his lips, invading his senses. Once he heard your sweet moans from above, he tugged you forward, a growl ripping through his chest.

Those aches and pains were sluggishly beginning to ebb away, soothed by the vampire who drank from between your thighs. It wasn’t as much as he wanted, but it was enough, tongue raking hot embers across your cunt as the pleasure unfurled within your stomach.

“Dwayne,” A blissful sigh escaped you, back beginning to arch off of the bed and toward his mouth. Your fingers clamored to hold on, finding their purchase amongst his tousled mane of jet-black hair. He’d eaten you out before, but not like this. There was the added element of blood involved. “D—Dwayne, don’t stop.” You whimpered.

Within the dim light of the alcove, those orange flickers of light from the small array of candles made his skin look like velvet. Those dark eyes never left you, pinning you in-place as he drank freely from your cunt. Your menses stained his mouth with red, tongue occasionally drifting from your entrance to your clit.

A burnished, golden sheen glistened within his eyes, hunger somewhat dissipating. He wasn’t satisfied nor satiated, intending to drink his fill — as for you, he suspected you’d have to endure his constant lapping and sucking until you were nothing more than a sobbing mess.

Your poor legs were quivering, wobbling on either side of his face as he steadied you, hands clamping down to keep you still. He idly massaged into the pliant flesh of your thighs, tongue assaulting your cunt with a viciousness to it. Crimson dribbled down his chin, but your flow was beginning to taper off from your prone state.

A myriad of throaty, wanton mewls escaped you, toes curling in delight as he gingerly suckled at your clit. The sensation was temporary, fleeting as his attention drifted elsewhere, tongue lapping at another slow-trickling rivulet of blood. Dwayne hummed, deep and gravelly, stubble tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

It was only when he withdrew that you were babbling and stammering, wanting to know why he’d suddenly stopped. “W—Wait,” You whimpered, pitiful as ever, cunt aching something awful as he licked at his lips. Seeing Dwayne’s mouth and chin drenched in a darker shade of scarlet made you feel hot, heat creeping through your belly. “Please.”

His hearty chuckle made you irritated, but it was short-lived. You watched as Dwayne settled himself onto the mattress beside you, hues a vibrant gold, his countenance stained in your menstrual gore. “I’m not finished, pretty girl. Still hungry.” He reassured you, and plucked you up with two strong hands.

You were eternally grateful for Dwayne in that moment, who placed you on his chest. Without missing a beat, he bumped you forward, and you were gazing down at Santa Carla’s most stoic, vicious predator. An endless hunger danced within his eyes, soon to be quelled by the delicious blood that pooled between your legs.

Dwayne could tell that you weren’t expecting this, and it certainly made it all the more enticing for him. You were so smitten, his sweet little human. He’d fantasized about having you sit on his face until you were nearly unconscious, but this was all the more sweeter. Embarrassment flooded through you, but Dwayne seemed entirely unphased.

Initially, you were scared of hurting him, a notion that Dwayne found to be a little too innocuous. He could hear your heartbeat pounding away beneath your collarbone, thrumming like the beat of a drum as he lowered you back onto his mouth.

Your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his head, dark tresses splayed out like a halo. With this newfound angle, you were staring at Dwayne — or more like, he was gazing at you. His tongue quickly invaded your throbbing cunt, blood catching on his lips. It was messier this time, making you tremble beneath his hold.

A liquid heat coursed throughout your body, pooling heavy within your stomach. Cruor oozed from your throbbing cunt, and now that you weren’t lying on your back, Dwayne was getting another taste. He continued to dutifully lap at your slit, ensuring that he didn’t miss a single drop of blood.

It sat thick and heavy upon his tongue, beginning to bring some semblance of relief to that raging fire that scorched within his throat. His pain was relinquished, and so was yours — a mutual exchange. Even then, he wanted more, digits digging into your haunches as he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again.

There was something disgustingly entrancing about the way he greedily lapped at your core, face buried deep within your cunt, hungry for your menses. If he wasn’t a creature of the night, you might’ve been somewhat indifferent to all of this, but he was bringing you such a wave of relief.

You wiggled your hips, accidentally grinding yourself onto his face, and Dwayne indulged you. As he lapped at another stream of crimson ichor, you moaned, chest heaving with heavy pants and wanton mewls, hands perched along the rickety, half-torn headboard.

“S—Shit,” You exhaled, tears stinging your eyes as you began to make that steady climb toward your climax. Dwayne didn’t stop, never relenting or slowing any movement as he lapped at your cunt, broad tongue swiping over every inch of your slit. The pleasure began to outweigh any pain you felt, muscles spasming. “Dwayne!” A whine left you, head rolling forward.

A deep, guttural growl emanated from Dwayne as it rumbled throughout his wide chest. It was mesmerizing to watch him from above, your hands splaying themselves along his bronze shoulders. His mouth drifted toward your inner thigh, and he looked to you, seeking approval before he bit you.

With a messy, lazy nod, your cunt throbbed and pulsated with molten heat, causing your nails to dig into Dwayne’s skin, hard enough to leave behind crescent-shaped imprints. Golden, crimson-ringed irises flashed in your direction as his countenance contorted into something inhuman, monstrously beautiful in your eyes.

Pearlescent fangs and pretty teeth sought out the pliant, soft flesh of your inner thigh, and he bit down — hard. It left behind the angry-red marks of unusual teeth as ringlets of a sanguine color trickled down your leg. Dwayne licked his lips, appraising you with an incendiary stare as he hastily collected every scrap of your lifeblood.

“M’close,” You whimpered, shuddering when he pressed a kiss atop the freshly-formed bite. His face promptly nestled back to the cleft between your legs, drawing another stream of your menses into his mouth before seeking your clit. “Close.” You said again, breathless and drunk with desire.

Dwayne felt his cock twitch within his jeans, able to smell your arousal through the haze of blood. The siren’s song of cruor was far more powerful, but even then, he could savor both with a feeling of sheer delight. His hunger steadily dwindled, fed by your saccharine cycle — if only you were like this all the time.

His lips formed a tight seal as he began to suck, causing you to nearly double over. “Don’t stop, Dwayne,” Perspiration began to break out along your body, coalescing along the length of your spine, dewy beneath the shirt you wore. “Please, please.” You were desperate, wanting to feel that white-hot explosion of a release.

Exhaustion settled in, your energy having been expended by keeping yourself aloft atop his face. Your cunt tasted sweeter than anything he’d had before in his centuries of existence. Dwayne considered you to be his fountain — a very captivating fountain. His touch screamed with amorousness as he rocked you into his tongue.

At last, your body began to quiver, muscles twitching and spasmodic as you climbed toward your orgasm. Dwayne could feel your weight fall a little heavier atop him, and he happily supported you, so long as you were bleeding. He added that edge of teeth, letting them graze over your clit with a feather-light pressure.

It sent you careening over the edge, cumming onto his mouth with enough mewls and moans to last him for days. It echoed throughout the alcove, and you were on the verge of sobbing, having gained some sliver of relief in the end.

Dwayne lapped at your cunt through it all, consumed by the shadow of greed and possessiveness. He could hear the rest of the boys clamoring throughout the cavern, which soured his mood just a little. They had a poor habit of acting up whenever you were enduring your menstrual cycle — understandable, of course, but an annoyance for Dwayne.

With a grunt, he gently nudged you back onto the taut, musculed expanse of his chest. His mesomorphic stature felt so solid underneath your pliant body, and your hands brazenly felt along his sternum. There was no heartbeat, forever frozen by immortality. His countenance was one of sheer satisfaction, lips and chin smattered in your blood as he licked at his mouth.

“Feel better, don’t you?” Dwayne mused, unable to withhold that little twinge of amusement in his voice. His large hand rubbed and massaged along your thigh, drifting up towards your hips, and then back down again on a continuous loop.

You nodded, feeling all warm when his body shook with a brief tremor of laughter. Dwayne sat up just a little bit, palm grasping at the back of your neck as he brought you forward for a very intimate kiss. A startled gasp tore through your throat, but he held you there, letting you taste yourself — ichor and all.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your entire physique hummed and buzzed with satisfaction. Of course, the ache of your cycle never fully dissipated, but Dwayne had certainly done his part in quelling the pain, for now.

Dwayne gingerly patted the swell of your ass, copping a feel in the process before pressing another string of kisses against your neck. He grabbed at the hem of your shirt, rucking it up a-ways. He was quiet, and you were fine with that, eyes widening as he wiped his mouth off with the remnants of your nightshirt.

Jesus — you knew better than to tempt fate, arousal stinging at your core again. You huffed, taking a moment to compose yourself as you attempted to reach for your panties. He intercepted you, snatching your wrist before your fingertips could even reach the lace trim.

“Not tonight, girl,” Dwayne uttered, placing you right beside him, bulky arm curling around your frame. He made you feel so safe — a glaring juxtaposition to his ravenous hunger and vampiric state.

You felt a pair of fangs tauntingly scrape over your jugular, able to feel the chill of his bare chest nudging into your back. “Might get hungry later.” He rumbled, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of your shoulder.

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Scream For Me Doll~ Ghostface!Ellie x F!Reader

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ITS FINALLY FUCKING HEREEEEEE!!!

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I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish this fic, I wanted to make it the best I could for you deranged Beauties~. I will say though, I only proofread half of it (I'll proofread the other half later - sorry I just wanted to post it already heeheheh~) so any mistakes I apologize they will be fixed in the future!

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This fic IS NOT for everyone, so please if it isn't your cup of tea...move on. Any type of hate sent my way I ask for it to not be anonymous so I can do you the justice and block you straight up. This fic contains the following: (If I forget to put a TW please let me know so I can add it on!!)

LOTS of dark themes, Filthy smut, Knife play, Blood play, Self harm (Ellie's behalf - slightly intentional - she cuts herself on the blade), Degradation (Very minor), Possessiveness, Stalking, Cursing, Deranged reader and Ellie, Mentions of murder/killing.

I think that's it - again if I missed anything please let me know. BUT that's about it folks, hope you Beauties~ enjoy!! (7839 Words)

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The sound of breathing was the only thing to be heard, Ellie’s warm breath bouncing off the flesh of the mask and back into her own. She learned very quickly how to stay quiet in situations like these. Her robe almost touched the floor, flowing right along with her movements. The sun had set hours before, a warm yellow moon took its place. Darkness cascades over the town, it was during these hours where she thrived the most. The shadows made for her stalk within the night, hiding all of her secrets in its shroud. She slowly creeps towards your window, forever thankful that your room was located on the first floor. 

A lot of her nights were spent like this. Reveling in her recent victims over the weeks to then come and celebrate by watching you at your most vulnerable. You weren’t on her hit list, far from it actually. Her obsession for you was different, not one of bloodlust. Although she’d love to see the deep velvet color of your blood drip down your stomach. The tip of her blade digging into your skin, not too hard, not too soft, but enough to pierce the skin. She’d imagine rubbing her gloved thumb across the liquid, smearing it towards your hip bone. Where she’d then grip your waist, squeezing the soft flesh in her palm. 

Her true bloodlust was for the imbeciles who fell into her traps, never clever enough to understand the gravity of the situation they’ve put themselves in. What genius would walk through an alleyway alone after a night of drinking? Or answer a phone call in the deep hours of the night? Only idiots would and Ellie hated the idiots of the world. The ones who deserved to be silenced by her blade, one less ignorant human on this planet. She saw the evils she committed as an act of justice. Just what society needed, one less idiot to exist. But fuck there were so many. That’s why she enjoyed you the most. You weren’t like them. 

The way you were always aware of your surroundings, keeping up on the latest murders of the month. Those murders being her own work of course. She saw the way your eyes lit up at the idea of figuring out who the infamous Ghostface was. You were determined, it was cute in your own way. Ellie was always one step ahead though, she knew about your obsession with the slasher. Being your close friend was her advantage to the game. It was her fun version of tag, except for the fact that you were unaware you were playing it with her. Coming so close to touching her, the tips of your fingers stretched out wide but she was able to run and hide. You having to start all over again just when you were so close. She loved when you got close. 

She’d listen to all the theories you’d come up with about who Ghostface could be. You’ve gotten close a few times, even if it was jokingly pointing the finger at her. You’d laugh off the idea of Ellie being Ghostface. It’s too hard to believe your childhood friend who you’ve spent every waking moment with to be the one. You told her she didn’t have the guts to commit such acts, too blinded by the nurturing friendship the two of you shared. As clever as you were, in which Ellie respected, you always missed that one piece. 

There was a moment that she did want to tell you, to scream it off the rooftops or to stand outside your house with it written in bold letters. Hey, it’s me! I’m Ghostface! Surprised huh? But she knew that’d be too risky, as much as she trusts you with her life she doesn’t fully know if you’d be able to keep this under the wraps. Would you run away screaming, telling the first officer you see? Or is there that slight chance that you’d be alright with it… 

This was another fantasy Ellie loved to live in. You overjoyed with the fact that she was the one. Running up to her and caressing her mask, blood staining the tips of your fingers just moments after her fresh kill. But she knew better. Out of all the secrets you two shared, this was the only one she kept to herself. 

Little did she know you had secrets of your own. Your obsession with the slasher didn’t just end at finding out who it was. You wanted them for yourself. You wanted to trace their mask with your fingers, dragging them down the oversized robe and over to their gloved hand. You dreamt of grabbing that hand that yielded the knife. Tracing it up your chest to your delicate throat. To feel the cool blade against your skin would welcome heat that would pool between your thighs. You wanted them to use you how they wanted, bending at their will, doing whatever for them. It was a fucked up fantasy you couldn’t stop. But did you truly want it to stop? 

You had to bite your tongue every time you talked to Ellie about them. She was intrigued with your theories, always ready to listen in on the newest piece of evidence you brought up. But you didn’t want to face the judgment of her words when you told her the main reason you wanted to see what was behind the mask. You imagined her reaction once. You didn’t imagine it again after that. 

As she peers in she feels her chest swell up. It never felt any different for her, you always made her feel a certain way. Especially during these times. When she had the mask on, it changed her. She became a different person, she felt free. She felt like her true self. It was funny in a way, usually people put on a mask to hide their identity. But it wasn’t the same for Ellie, it brought out the worst in her. She loved every second of it. 

You were fast asleep in your bed, legs in a tangled mess with your blankets. Your brows were furrowed, tightly knit together. She was curious as to what you were dreaming about. Was it a nightmare? Troubles from something that happened earlier in the day? It took everything in her to not climb in through your window, coming close to you to smoothen out the lines between your brows. Her eyes trailed down to your lips, taking in how soft they looked. How badly she wanted to glide her gloved fingers across them. Just to hook them into the side of your mouth and pull back the flesh, making you smile like the joker. 

Her nightly ritual would soon come to an end. Much to her disappointment she had to go back to being the regular old Ellie. The Ellie no one suspected was Ghostface. She took in your features one last time before descending back into the night, the darkness consuming her once again. 

Finding the abandoned shed by her house she shed herself of her shroud and mask, putting them away in her pack. She returned home shortly after, unlocking her door with her key. She couldn't wait to also get some rest. Unbothered to do anything else besides sleep she threw her pack across the room. Flopping into the bed it didn’t take long for her to be whisked away into lust filled dreams of your face. 

The next morning came in a hurry. Ellie woke up in a sweat, the stuffy heat of the summer causing her clothes to stick to her skin. It didn’t help that she fell asleep with her jeans and t-shirt on, too tired the night before to change into something more comfortable. Her hand reaches over on her nightstand, grabbing her phone she checks the time, 11 a.m. It wouldn’t be long until you’re knocking at the door, you both had previously made plans to go out today. Finally having a matching day off you didn’t want to waste it away, even with the stupid curfew in place. Jackson didn’t have much to do but you both made it work. Your favorite spot was going deep into the forest, dangerous yes, but you enjoyed the quiet serene scene. The only sounds being what nature wanted to sing to you that day. 

Today would probably be one of those forest days. The overwhelming buzz of fear that clouded the skies of Jackson was starting to be too much for you to handle. You wanted, no needed, a mini escape from it all. And who better to escape all of it with none other than your loyal friend. She understood how you felt, how sick of the people you were. She understood it all too well. 

Ellie placed the phone back down on the nightstand, rubbing her eyes as she sat herself up. Letting out a sigh she climbs out of bed and goes to get ready for the day. It doesn’t take long until you’re knocking at her door. Toothbrush in her hand she rushes over to let you in. Your soft smile sends flutters to her stomach, precious as always. She sends a smile back your way, standing off to the side to let you in. You were wearing a regular t-shirt and shorts that hugged your thighs just right, she couldn’t help her eyes from checking you out. After you walk in she closes the door and returns to the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

You walk over to the door to the bathroom, leaning against the frame watching her finish up. You gave her a knowing look and she knew what would come out of your mouth before you even said it.

“New evidence?” She asks. 

Your grin widens, “Maybe…”

“Spill, now.” 

This happened often, you’d have some new “gossip” about the killer from your unresting research. While Ellie would sit and listen, wanting to know how close you’ve gotten this time. 

“So you remember a week ago when that random man was murdered?” 

Ellie pretends to think about it for a second. She knew exactly who you were referring to, he was a tough one. His extreme persistence to survive almost caused him to escape her grasp, almost. She nods at you. 

“Well apparently he put up a fight.” 

Ellie’s face cringed, thinking back on the memory. Her expression quickly changed to a confused one, now wondering how you knew about his persistence. 

“I know I know, the only reason I found this out is because of someone sharing some info on Reddit.” She waits for you to continue on. “So their Dad is a cop blah blah, shit no one cares for. But because of this he gets inside info. So get this, they found a piece of the handle to the blade Ghostface used to kill him. There’s some overly complicated science as to how they know he struggled. But the piece of it gives them a slight advantage on what weapon the killer uses. It’s honestly crazy how the knife broke. It’s said that the Buck 120 is very durable, some luck huh?” 

Fuck-

Ellie knew her mistake but didn’t think it would be found so soon. By the time she realized the piece had fallen off it had already been too late. That night she was consumed with the need to see you. Specially after that persistent fuck gave her such a hard time. The stress of it all ate her alive, for once she feared she would be discovered if he was able to escape her grasp. Luckily with one hard strike she was able to finally take him down. Enraged after the fact she kept up the hard strikes at his weak skin. Definitely a blood bath, all the emotions clouded her mind. She didn’t realize that her harsh slashes may be the one thing to bring her demise. When she saw you that night all the stress seemed to disappear. She returned home that night, dread still heavy on her head. Seeing you truly did help her but soon as she left you it all came back. The next morning was when she saw the lost piece in her handle. Cursing herself at her stupidity, it was too late. She never goes back to a kill, no matter how satisfying or difficult. It was too risky, the bodies were found usually a day or so after she ended them. 

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of your voice. “Earth to Ellie, you there?” 

She rinses her toothbrush and spits out the paste in her mouth to answer you. 

“Yeah.” She laughs it off, “Sorry. Just thinkin’ about what you said.”

You tuck in your lips nodding slowly at her words. “It’s crazy to think about isn’t it? I’ll find out who it is eventually I know it.” 

“Oh you do now?” Ellie forgets about her previous thoughts. More interested in your words instead. 

“Mhm~ You know how close I’ve gotten.” 

“I also know how many times it’s slipped from you too.” 

“Whatever, I don’t wanna hear this shit talk when I find out who it is. I’ll prove everyone wrong.” 

Sure you will. Ellie thinks, “I’m gonna talk shit regardless. You know this.” 

You laugh at her words, “You’re right. Anyways hurry up, I wanna be out as long as I can before curfew.” 

Ellie finishes up what she has to, not wanting to keep you waiting. As she gets her things together you go to sit on the couch, patiently waiting. After she’s done you both head for the front door. Before you can leave Ellie mutters a hold on forgetting one last thing. She goes back into her room before descending out with her guitar case in hand. You smile warmly at her. You always loved when she would bring her guitar. Playing the tunes you were never tired of hearing. You opened the door for her letting her exit with her case. Following her out you both took off to the calming forest. Letting go of all the troubles that plagued your minds. 

After a few hours you and Ellie made it back to her house. The time spent in nature was a refresher you both needed. Similar reasons neither of you were aware of. The two of you didn’t eat the whole day so you both agreed to get food once settled in Ellie’s home. Not wanting the night with you to end Ellie made sure to invite you over after. She knew she’d be around you. Regardless if you stayed or not. She could either have you here or have you through your window. As much as she did enjoy the latter, she wanted to be around you as long as you’d allow. Even if it was when she was regular Ellie. 

The both of you settled down onto the couch. Ellie loaded a game up to pass the time, knowing you’d enjoy watching her play. Ellie made you comfortable no matter the situation, being in her presence made you feel such a relief. A relief no one could provide in the same way that she can. You were scrolling through restaurants in the area on your phone. Stretched out sideways along the couch. Your back against the armrest and your legs over Ellie’s as she sat regularly. Her arms were resting on your lower thighs, fingers pressing away at the buttons. She told you to pick what you wanted, not caring what you’d order. She’d eat whatever you put in front of her anyway. You didn’t want anything too crazy, just something comforting and simple. Which is why you decided on pizza, can’t get more simple than that. 

“I’m gonna get us some pizza.” You look up at Ellie from your phone.

Her eyes were trained on the screen, “Sounds good to me.” She shrugged slightly, replying. 

“Okay I’ll get us a large and a drink as well.” 

Ellie throws a quick glance in your direction, “My card should be in my pack in the room.” 

“I can just buy it Ellie…” 

“Fuck no.” When she looks back at you, this time she doesn’t break eye contact, “I invited you over to eat so I pay for it, yeah?” 

You didn’t bother to argue back with her, you’d lose in the end. You always did. You mumbled alright and she lifted up her arms so you could slip off the couch. The warmth of your legs were gone, causing her to shiver from the cool feeling of her air conditioner. 

You walked over into her room searching around for her pack. Your eyes scan the room when they finally land on it thrown over into the corner. You walk over kneeling down to open it up, digging through it you suddenly feel a sharp sting on your finger. Pulling your hand back from the pack with an ow you look hold your hand to see blood dripping from your middle finger. 

“What the fuck?” You mumble. 

Instead of making the mistake to dig around unaware again you slowly pull open the sides of the pack, opening it up to peek at what's inside. Your brows furrow at the black cloth harshly shoved in it. Slowly pulling it out to examine it an object flops to the floor. Snapping your head down your eyes widen, You can feel the blood draining from your face. A sharp flutter fills your stomach, it was a mask. But not any mask, a Ghostface mask. Picking it up with your free hand to examine it you now notice the red splatters, it stands out from the contrast of the bold white mask. Is that…blood? You think to yourself, it can’t be. This is a joke, there's no way she’s Ghostface. You smirk to yourself, was she really trying to fuck with you like this? She’s done stupid jokes before but never went as far as buying the costume to trick you. Some tricks, huh. Nice try Ellie. 

Did she really think you were that naive? You were going to get up and confront her when the sting of your finger got your attention again. You almost forgot about the cut, you then realized that nothing in your hands could’ve sliced you like that. Don’t tell me she bought a knife too, oh Ellie-. You reached into the pack again, carefully this time knowing your chances of getting cut again were high. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat when you saw the light shine off the blade, she really outdid herself this time. You grasp the handle and bring it out from the bag, it was the exact kind of knife Ghostface used. The knife had the smeared red on the blade as well. 

One part of you couldn’t believe the lengths she’s gone this time to fuck with your “investigation.” But the other part of you couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of her going this far. She didn’t truly know what these things did to you. If it was her, which was a long shot, you wondered how much easier everything would be. Not having to worry about who was behind the mask, not that you really cared, but it was something that crossed your mind. What if it was someone you couldn’t stand, would you be able to still keep up that fantasy of them? Could you still keep it up if it was Ellie? Your feelings for Ellie were that of a roller coaster. In friendship terms everything was smooth sailing, there’s no one else on the planet you could trust your life with more. But when it came to the topic of it being more than a friendship, that was a different story. You can’t say you never had feelings for her, you have. You just pushed them down when you realized how badly it could ruin everything. Plus you had no idea, doubted even, that she liked you the same. So you buried your own feelings deep inside, not daring to let them out again. Sometimes though she’d do things that made you shiver. That would cause those feelings to bubble over again, reaching for nothing but the disappointment you’d give them when you continued to shove them under again. 

Although, to know that she did this all for you made those feelings bubble over again. Could she have a clue about your true intentions of wanting who was behind that mask? Is that why she went this far? To make you believe it? To fall for her instead of the true Ghostface? No, she wouldn’t, it’s just a dumb prank. 

You laughed at your thoughts, going the extra mile once again, your delusions would constantly take control when the masked killer was involved. You twirl the knife in your hands one last time before you decide to put it down. As you check it for the last time your fingers smooth over something rough on the handle. Curious, you look at what the disturbed surface could be. 

As you study the handle your heart drops. No, no, no- this can’t be happening, you think. You can feel the anxiety swell up in your chest. You forget how to breathe, your thoughts racing a million miles a minute. All of the countless hours you spent searching, all of the sleepless nights you’ve had. The endless amount of research you would study, day after day. Stuck scrolling on your computer not resting until you get so close to finding out who it could be. The theories of all the different people you had, you even bought a cork board to help your search. You pulled some crazy shit you kept to yourself to find out where or who they could be. Putting yourself in danger in hopes that you’ll be the slasher's “next prey.” 

All of this for what? For it to be your best friend this whole time. The one person you were so sure of it not being. Fuck you felt so stupid. You grew up with her, you knew her better than you knew yourself. You felt pride in knowing that she would never be capable of such a thing, but she was. And here you are, staring at the handle with the piece of it missing that was just discovered by the authorities. As much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t. Why did you want to deny it? 

In a way this makes everything easier, your mind travels back to your earlier thoughts. The thoughts of what if Ellie was the killer. But why didn’t she kill you yet? If no one was safe from her slashes then why were you? Question after question filled your head, trying to piece all the evidence together to figure out just what you have missed. While in deep thought you heard a loud thud. Locking in place you slowly turned your head to the sound. 

Ellie stood by the door, frozen. The controller that was once in her hand now faced upside down on the floor. She was wondering why it was taking you so long to grab your wallet. She knew it was in her room, in some pack that she threw on the floor yesterday. She hasn't touched it since. It wasn’t until she started thinking about it that she felt the color drain from her face. She was so exhausted yesterday that she forgot to put her Ghostface pack in the hiding spot she usually does. It slipped from her mind until this moment. Now she’s paying the consequences, walking in on you holding her knife. The very knife you just talked about hours earlier. The single piece of evidence that would be 100% proof of Ellie being Ghostface. 

She didn’t know what to do or what to say. Scared that any wrong move would result in your panic, your screams filling the air as you ran for the door. But you didn’t. You didn’t move an inch, holding the knife in your hand you stared back at her. All of this time it was her, you didn’t want to admit it but you felt a sense of relief. You did it, you found out who Ghostface was. 

You opened your mouth, trying to get something out, anything out but you couldn’t. Caught like a deer in headlights you thought about your next move. As you thought about it, so did Ellie. You weren’t supposed to find out, even if you did she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted it on her terms, if she were to ever tell you anyway. 

As flustered as she was she managed to speak first, “Seems like all that research paid off huh?” She chuckles. 

Leave it to Ellie to make light of a situation like this, you were used to it though. She always jokes around when shit hit the fan, it was one of the many things you loved about her. You just weren’t so sure if this time was the right time for it. You looked down at the knife again, your fingers gliding against the abrasion.

“It was you the whole time…” Ellie’s eyes widened at your voice, “I busted my ass on research and it was right in front of me the whole time.” 

“Surprise…?”  

You let out a dry laugh at her response, how could you be so fucking stupid. She goes to open her mouth to speak again but you beat her to it. 

“Do you know why I really wanted to find out who Ghostface was?” 

Fuck it. It was out in the open so you might as well be honest. You didn’t know where this confidence came from but after finding out who a serial killer was you realized you only really have two options. She would let you go, which you think is unlikely or she would have to end it right here right now. Killing you to keep the risk of her being found out by the public. You didn’t think she was capable of killing you, you were her childhood best friend after all. 

She stays quiet, letting you continue. You figured you had nothing to lose now, why not let it all out in the open. 

“Finding out who was behind the mask really isn’t all that important to me. Honestly I could give less of a fuck who’s behind it. I just want them for myself. My fucked up fantasy of being with the slasher is all that I’ve been craving.” You sigh, your words becoming just a whisper. “It’s sick… I know.” 

Did Ellie just hear you correctly? Are her fantasies becoming reality right before her eyes? All those nights at your window, watching you, craving you. You writhing under her as she pleased you in the one thing that made her feel like her true self. She watched as your face fell in despair, you were ashamed. There’s no need to be ashamed. 

She wasn’t aware that she said her thoughts aloud, not realizing it until you lifted up your head. 

You looked at her with a shocked expression, “You don’t think so?” 

“How could I?” She starts, “You know what I do. I have no room to judge anyone, plus I’ve wanted nothing more than this.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, did you hear her correctly? 

She continues on, “I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever. I wanted to tell you so many times but I didn’t know how. Your reaction was something I was scared of the most. But now that I know you want this, I’m ready to take the next step.” 

“What is the next step exactly?” You ask. 

Ellie’s soft expression changes in an instant, a smirk adorning her lips. 

“I make you mine.” 

You felt a slight pang of fear but not too much. Her words catered to your sick mind, they went straight to your core. She took slow steps towards you, as to test the waters on how you would react. You didn’t move an inch, letting her slowly make her way towards you. The grasp you had on the knife tightened in anticipation. When she came close enough she reached out to your hands, loosening your grasp from the knife she took it from you. Her eyes leave yours to study the object in her hands, the object she knew all too well. Her eyes darken as she grasps the handle, pointing the tip of the blade towards you now. The smirk never leaves her lips when she drags the tip of the blade lightly up your throat, stopping to tilt your chin up towards her. 

“You want to be mine right?” She asks. 

You bite your lip, “Only if you’ll allow it.” 

It was at this moment that you saw the true change in her eyes. The Ellie you once knew, the Ellie you grew up with wasn’t the Ellie in front of you now. This Ellie was different…darker…possessive. You wanted to know this version of her more than anything, the true her behind the mask. The person you dreamt of having for so long was finally yours and you were hers. It was at this moment that you knew there was no going back, the two of you now becoming one in her secret. You’d do anything for her, be anything for her. She felt the same, all those nights she watched you at your window. She’d get rid of anyone who tried to hurt you in any way, she’d protect you from any danger that dared to wander around you. God forbid she catches the ones that hurt you, they’d regret their last moments. 

Her eyes flickered back towards yours, keeping eye contact for just a moment before trailing around your face. They stop at your lips, how badly she’s wanted to kiss the plush skin for so long. She wastes no time and throws her knife to the side. Grabbing at the sides of your face she roughly presses her lips to yours. Your hands grasp at her shirt, kissing her back with just as much fervor. The kiss was far from innocent, teeth clashing and spit mixing, just how she liked it. She took your bottom lip in her teeth, pulling at the flesh and letting it flick back in place. Her lips lock back onto yours, you pull her closer by her shirt, needing to get as close as possible. 

She pulls back after a few seconds, you let out a whimper at the loss. Your eyes filled with desperation as you stared up at her. She coos at the sight, her thumb swiping the spit across your bottom lip. 

She licks her lips, “You gonna let me have you tonight?” 

You enthusiastically nod your head, “Y-yes.” You’re still shaken up by the sloppy kisses you two just shared. 

“Yeah? Gonna let me try something out on ya?” 

You continued to nod your head, you didn’t care what she did to you. You’d give her whatever she wanted if she asked, she knew this. Yet she still wants to make sure you’re okay with it. She then took your hands in hers, pulling you to stand up along with her, she then led you to the bed. She pushed you back onto it, you flopped onto the mattress waiting for her next move. She admired you for a moment before walking back by her pack, she grabbed the mask off the floor and slipped it on. 

“You want me to fuck you in this mask hm?” She asks. Not giving you time to reply she continues, “How much did you dream about this?” 

Your words were stuck in your throat, it was all too much but it was so fucking good. You had envisioned how your first night with Ghostface would play out. Staring into their mask, their fingers buried in you, giving you the utmost pleasure you craved. But this? This was better than anything you could have imagined. Especially when it was with the one woman you loved more than anything. 

She picked up her knife, twirling it in her hands. 

“I would use this but that persistent fucker had to ruin it for me.” She shook her head, the loose fabric at the ends swayed in the air. “Good thing I got another.” 

She walks over to her closet, digging around until she pulls out another Buck 120. She flips it over, checking out the shining blade and admiring it. She loved nothing more than her ol’ reliable knife. 

“Got this one as a back up, y'know just in case incidents like before happened. A slasher must always be prepared~” 

Her head looks up, the soulless black eyes staring into yours. You can hear the teasing tone in her voice when she talks to you. She’s well aware she has you wrapped around her finger, ready to do whatever she pleases. 

She stalks towards you, “I’m gonna fuck you with this knife now~.” Her hold on the knife now tighter, “Don’t worry baby it’s clean, haven’t killed anyone with this one…yet.” 

Your eyes widened, her words went straight to your core. You couldn’t help the little fidgets your body made as she slowly made her way towards you. You couldn’t see because of the mask but her eyes were trained on your thighs that clenched together in anticipation. You couldn’t help but rub them together, needing some sort of friction to relieve the heat building up between them. 

You couldn’t help but ask, “Which side?”

Ellie groaned at your question, “Fuck baby~ you want the blade? Are you that psycho for me?” 

You didn’t particularly want to be mutilated tonight, even though somewhere deep down in your fucked up brain the thought was there, you just wanted to make sure Ellie was on the same page. 

“Just curious…” You reply. 

She now stood in front of you, knife in her right hand. Her free hand comes up to rest on your knee, pushing it to the side to open your legs up for her. You can hear her heavy breaths through the mask. 

“As much as I wanna see you bleed, I don’t want it that way. That’s what your thighs are for.” 

Her hand strokes down your thigh, stopping midway to squeeze at the flesh. She brings her knife up to your skin, slicing it lightly enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. She flicks up the knife, her skills on display as she scoops the blood onto the blade, bringing it up to her mask and smearing it on the white rubber. She drags the knife down to the tip of the chin, tapping it against it a few times, as if in thought of what her next move is. You whimper at the sting of the cut, little droplets still flowing from it. She reaches up to smear the blood across your thigh, taking her time watching the way the red liquid spreads. 

“I’ve wanted to see you bleed for me so bad. S’Better than I ever imagined.” 

You bite your lip, holding back your whimpers as you wait impatiently for her next move. You wanted her to do something, to do anything to relieve the ache you felt. She turns the knife around in her hand, the grip pointing towards you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you with the handle instead. That way every time I slash someone I have a memory of you with me. It’ll be the only thing I’ll think about with my victims.” 

Her words flooded through your veins, firing up every cell in your body. You didn’t know she had such a way with her words, if she kept going you’d probably climax just from them alone. As much as her words had an effect on you, you wanted her to go along with her promise. 

“Please…just fuck me already Ellie.” You beg.

“Patience Doll~ You out of everyone should know I like to take my sweet time when it comes to my victims. But since you said please, I’ll give you what you want.” 

She sets the knife down next to you on the bed, her hands grip at the waistband of your shorts pulling them down. You were soaked, the fabric of your panties so wet that you could see the outline of your pussy. 

“Mmh so wet for me, all I did was speak to you and draw a little blood.” Her thumb presses into your slit, pushing against your juices. 

Her fingers hook into your panties pulling out the fabric, she then grabs her knife and cuts off your panties. You breath hitches at how close the blade was to your core, any closer and she would’ve cut you. Making you bleed for the second time that night. She chuckles at your reaction then shoves the panties into her back pocket, saving them for later. 

She pushes up your thigh, opening you up for her and lines up the knife handle to your entrance. She teases you, gliding the end of it up and down your slit collecting up your juices to lube up the knife. 

“You ready Doll?” She asks. 

You whisper out a yes as she slowly slides the handle into your pussy, watching you grip onto it. You can feel her push back on your thigh more, making you stretch so she can get a nice view of you. Even though it was happening in front of her she couldn’t believe you were sprawled out before her like this. She’d catch herself staring at her knife imagining how it would look against your skin, how much she craved to slide it through your folds. Now that she was here it was almost too much, but she didn’t let her excitement take control. She wanted to fully immerse herself in this experience, taking all of you in. From the scrunches of your brows to the curling of your toes, she wanted to see all of you. 

She carefully dragged out the knife, her hand delicately holding the blade. She pushes the handle in and out of you, setting a slow steady rhythm. You writhe under her touch, not being able to hold back your moans anymore, the cool handle adding to the pleasure. You grab onto her wrist, holding her tight. You look up at her mask and she catches your movements tilting up her head. You’re staring hard enough to see her eyes through the meshed fabric, seeing the darkness behind them. She’s wanted this just as much as you did and you’re so glad it’s her that’s giving you this much pleasure. As good as it felt you wanted more, the slow pace was killing you. In a way you felt like she was holding back, still too afraid to lose herself, scared that she might hurt you. 

“Ellie…” You moan out, she twists the knife slightly muttering a yes. 

“Please don’t hold back.” Her movements stop and you whine at her, “I want you to let yourself go, let Ghostface come out.” 

Ellie’s hand quivered at your words, were you sure? Once she’s in that mindset she’s gone, she doesn't wanna risk too much. Although her dark thoughts were always in the back of her mind, how badly she wanted to drill her knife into you and watch you squirm at her force. 

“Baby, are you sure? I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” 

You loved when she called you that, “Yes, I’m sure. I want it this way, I’m begging you~.” 

You gave her wrist a reassuring squeeze and that was all she needed before the light in her switched. The Ellie you grew up with, knowing better than anyone is not the Ellie that’s in front of you now. That confirmation from you was all she needed to let her true side take control. It happened so fast you didn’t know how to react, Ellie had grabbed you and flipped you over. Making sure your ass was up in the air, almost hanging off the edge of the bed. You braced yourself on your hands, an oof coming out of your lips when she pushed your face down into the mattress. 

You felt a harsh smack on your ass, you moaned at the sting it left behind. She kneads the flesh after, spreading you open and admiring you from behind. Without second thought she reaches down to grab the knife, this time firmly grabbing it by the blade as she plunges the handle inside you once again. She wastes no time fucking you hard and fast, her knuckles white from how hard she holds onto the blade. 

“F-fuck Ellie!” You gasp out. 

You’re in ecstasy, loving the way her demeanor changed. She loses herself in you, focused on the handle pushing in and out of you, how your juices cover the handle and drip down the blade onto her hand. 

“You like that Doll? You’re taking this knife so well~ M’so proud of you.” 

Your moans grow louder by the second, you’re not able to hold back anymore, not that Ellie wants you to anyway. You grip the bed sheets tight, your face repeatedly pushing into the mattress at her relentless force. You knew she was strong but fuck not like this. You were never really on the receiving end of her strength to truly know but now that you were you could see why no one stood a chance against her. She slaps at your ass again before she brings her free hand down to rub circles against your clit causing you to cry out. If she kept fucking you this way it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high. 

“Shit-” You heard her whisper. 

You whip your head to the side to look at her. You can see her head tilt up to look back at you, she suddenly took her hand off your clit to reach up and tear off her mask. Her hair was a mess, tangled and stuck to her face in other spots from her sweat. Her eyes were blown wide, a harsh darkness to them you’ve never seen before and her lips. Her lips were red and plush from how much she bit them at the sight of you. You were a masterpiece to her, this was all she ever wanted. When she pushed her hair out of the way you noticed the blood that smeared along her forehead. She saw your eyes on her hand and gave you a lopsided smile, her hand going back down to rub at your clit once more. 

“Fuckin’ you so hard I cut myself.” She laughs darkly, “You don’t mind right?” 

Well fuck-

Your eyebrows scrunched together at her words, “No!” You moaned. “Don’t mind.” 

You could barely form sentences from how good she was making you feel, she knew this and she reveled in that fact. A cocky smirk on her lips as her eyes watched the way you squirmed and stuttered under her. She could give less of a fuck that she’s bleeding, your pleasure being the only thing that matters. It didn’t take much longer for you to feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, you were close. 

“Ellie I’m so close, please don’t stop~”

“Don’t plan on it Doll~” Ellie replies, speeding up her movements, if that were even possible. 

You bury your face into the mattress but then you feel a harsh smack to your clit. 

“I wanna hear your moans Sweetheart, don’t hide them from me now.” 

You nod your head rapidly, tears are starting to form in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re experiencing. Who would’ve thought you’d be right here, experiencing the one thing you wanted the most, you never thought your day would end up like this. You’re thankful nonetheless, this is exactly what you wanted and you wouldn’t want anyone else doing it to you. 

It didn’t take long until you reached your high. 

“Ahh~ I’m cumming!” 

Your back arched more, pulling at the sheets so hard they come undone from the edges. Ellie doesn’t slow down her movements either, ignoring the pain in her hand she keeps sliding the knife in and out of you. She watched as your juices flowed down onto the blade and her hand, mixing in with her blood. It made her moan out loud, a sight she’d never forget. 

“Mmm cum for me Doll, just like that. I wanna see your juices on my blade.” 

She helps you ride out your orgasm and your legs start to tremble. She chuckles at the state you’re in and slowly pulls the blade out of your pussy, watching your sticky juice strings stick to the handle. You watch her bring up the knife to her lips, sucking your juices off the handle, you whimper at her actions. When she’s done she throws the knife to the floor, her hands back onto you she spreads her blood up your thigh and onto your ass cheek as she gives you one last squeeze. You’re panting as you turn yourself over to lay on your back, she helps you lie down with a dark smile. She loves how she got you to this point, as much as she’d like to do it again she decides to save it for another night. 

She reaches over to give your hand a quick squeeze saying she’ll be right back as she walks over to her bathroom. After a few moments she comes back with a wet towel, a cloth is tied around her hand to stop the blood from flowing. She walks over to you and wipes away all the blood and cum off your body, giving soothing strokes to your skin afterwards. 

“So…” Ellie starts, “You gonna turn me in?” 

You can’t help the snort that comes out of your throat, “Fuck off.” 

“Is that a no, or?” She questions a knowing smile on her lips. 

“I let you fuck me with your knife, do you think I’m gonna turn you in?” 

She laughs at your response, “Just fuckin’ with ya.” 

She climbs into the bed lying next to you, throwing the towel onto the floor, she faces you and strokes your cheek with the back of her knuckles. You look over at her with tired eyes and a warm smile, she really does switch up fast. 

The two of you wrap up in each other's arms for the rest of the night. You ask all about her time as Ghostface, wanting to know every gory detail and she tells you it all. After a few hours of chatting you both lay in silence, content in each others presence. 

Ellie speaks up first, “So…about that pizza?”

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HULLO MY LOVES !! i’m very much excited since this is my first kinktober so lets all have fun together, shall we? 🩸

warnings are included, every fic is properly tagged by me, some days include dark content (no heavy dc though!), do not! interact with said posts if you‘re getting triggered by it‘s content.

rules. main masterlist. ao3.

ꗃ characters i’m using for each day will be kept hidden as a surprise until their due day (day i‘m posting the fic). ✧˖*°࿐

IMPORTANT: i don‘t take requests for this, all characters are already chosen. If you still send me a request i will block you.

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — ZHONGLI : PANTALONE : AL-HAITHAM : CYNO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — HEIZOU : ITTO : KAZUHA : TIGHNARI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟑 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — ALBEDO : KAEYA : DILUC : CHILDE

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟒 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — XIAO : GOROU : DAINSLEIF : AYATO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟓 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DOTTORE : SCARAMOUCHE : VENTI : ZHONGLI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟔 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — THOMA : CYNO : ITTO : XIAO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟕 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DOTTORE : PANTALONE : PIERRO : CAPITANO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟖 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — TIGHNARI : ZHONGLI : ALBEDO : DILUC

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟗 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DOTTORE : SCARAMOUCHE : AL-HAITHAM : CHILDE

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟎 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — CHILDE : CAPITANO : PANTALONE : PIERRO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟏 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DILUC : CYNO : AYATO : ZHONGLI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟐 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — CYNO & AL-HAITHAM

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟑 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DOTTORE : XIAO : CHILDE : KAZUHA

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟒 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — HEIZOU : KAZUHA : ALBEDO : TIGHNARI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟓 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — KAEYA : DILUC : DAINSLEIF : ALBEDO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟔 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — XIAO : KAZUHA : HEIZOU : CYNO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟕 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — KAEYA : GOROU : SCARAMOUCHE : DOTTORE

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟖 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — ITTO : THOMA : KAZUHA : DILUC

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟏𝟗 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — AL-HAITHAM : CHILDE : AYATO : ZHONGLI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟎 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — ALBEDO : HEIZOU : PANTALONE : SCARAMOUCHE

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟏 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DILUC : SCARAMOUCHE : HEIZOU : TIGHNARI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟐 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — ITTO : AYATO : KAZUHA : ZHONGLI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟑 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄/𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DILUC : KAEYA : THOMA : CYNO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟒 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DAINSLEIF : CHILDE : XIAO : TIGHNARI

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟓 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — HEIZOU : KAVEH : CYNO : AL-HAITHAM

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟔 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — XIAO : DILUC : KAZUHA : AYATO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟕 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — PANTALONE : DOTTORE : SCARAMOUCHE : AYATO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟖 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — ITTO : CYNO : CHILDE : KAVEH

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟐𝟗 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — KAZUHA : TIGHNARI : ZHONGLI : KAEYA

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟑𝟎 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — AL-HAITHAM : HEIZOU : DILUC : XIAO

𝐎𝐂𝐓. 𝟑𝟏 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — KAZUHA : CYNO : ALBEDO : TIGHNARI

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 ✧˖*°࿐

• 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. — DILUC : KAEYA : ITTO : CHILDE : SCARAMOUCHE : KAZUHA : AL-HAITHAM : TIGHNARI

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MANEATERVILLE FRIDAYS🩸we feed your fear from the thirst for blood, flesh, and lust that terrorizes the handsome men in town! can you survive the vastly evil sensuality of maneaters, femme fatales, witches, and vampires?

𖤐 OCTOBER 6TH: ❝ SEASON OF THE WITCH ❞ starring GETO SUGURU (jjk)

“love spells aren’t enough to make you mine forever…”

⚠︎ CW: witch disguised as sex therapist, implied homewrecking, slight yandere, witchcraft, seduction, impersonation, bodysnatching, body/soul possession, kidnapping, eventual smut, horror/thriller themes.

𖤐 OCTOBER 13TH: ❝ MY GIRLFRIEND IS A SUCCUBUS! ❞ starring MICHAEL AFTON (fnaf)

“an insatiable lust for flesh, gore, and sex…!”

⚠︎ CW: established relationship, modern au, halloween setting, malewife himbo bf/girlboss demon gf dynamic, succubus!reader, revenge, murder, flesh eating, tentacle bondage, msub!michael.

𖤐 OCTOBER 27TH: ❝ LUST AT FIRST BITE ❞ starring LEON KENNEDY (re4)

“i’ve always wondered what you tasted like, your highness..”

⚠︎ CW: historical royalty au, duchess!reader, coercion so dubcon warning, seduction, hypnosis, eventual smut, bathtub sex, marking, neck biting, blood drinking, mentions of killing, loss of innocence, multiple orgasms.

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S&H CITY SATURDAYS🍷a dark and gloomy city bound to corruption, sin, and immorality known as the devil’s playground. lurking within these streets beholds the prurient reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

𖤐 OCTOBER 7TH: ❝ DEATHGASM.COM ❞ starring SIMON “GHOST” RILEY, KÖNIG (codmw2)

“never go too far in the dark web…”

⚠︎ TW: dubcon, kidnapping, sadism, voyeurism, drugging, bondage, impact play, sex toys, livestream sex, manhandling, exhibitionism, forced creampie, double penetration, mind break, mask kink.

𖤐 OCTOBER 14TH: ❝ FREAK NEXT DOOR ❞ starring TOJI FUSHIGURO (jjk)

“i love watching you every night from my window...”

⚠︎ TW: noncon, drugging, stalking/voyeurism, murder threats, perverted neighbor, kinda yandere, forced cuckolding, minor gunplay, bondage, degrading, dark obsession, kidnapping, eventual smut, forced creampie.

𖤐 OCTOBER 28TH: ❝ BREAK MY MIND ❞ starring WILLIAM AFTON (fnaf)

“it is not your flesh that sustains me; it is your fear…”

⚠︎ TW: dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, kidnapping, murder threats, fear play, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.

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HALLOWEEN DAYS ❤️‍🔥 these dark woods satisfies those with teratophilia… deadly creatures preying on their victims, serving their lustful fantasies with wild, animalistic urges! your arousal and fear may provoke them further, so beware…

𖤐 OCTOBER 30TH: ❝ SATAN’S PLAYTHING ❞ starring SUCCUBUS!GOJO SATORU (jjk)

“you look so pretty getting stretched out like that…”

⚠︎ TW: dubcon, female!gojo satoru, tentacle trap in the woods, tentacle bondage, rough tentacle sex, mindbreak, double penetration, subplot from god’s whore, throat fucking, degrading, 1980s setting.

𖤐 OCTOBER 31ST: ❝ BLOODMOON WHORE ❞ starring WEREWOLF!MIGUEL O’HARA (atsv)

“your perfect little body is all mine to breed tonight…”

⚠︎ CW: established relationship, miguel in heat, rough sex, soft sex, marking, biting, possession, breeding, knotting, impregnating, degrading/praising, power struggle, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex.

ALL WORKS BELONG TO VILSOO © 2023 . please do not steal my kinktober prompts/works/themes! reposting any of my works outside tumblr that minors can access is strictly prohibited. will be cross posted on my ao3 soon.

#( 🩸 ) — horrorland. #kinktober 2023 #jujutsu kaisen smut #fnaf smut #resident evil 4 smut #spiderman atsv #miguel o’hara smut #call of duty mw2 smut #codmw2 smut

[megistusdiary]

Omg. Please. You just gave me the idea of Professor Arlecchino??? Am I the only one who thinks she'll look hot in glasses?? I need her to be bending me over the table and whisper how good I'm doing (on the homework ofc, definitely not taking her strap)

-🩸

morality begone, let's discuss professor!arle omg...

of course, she has to be unmarried though. we aren't homewreckers (i hope-)

i'm imagining her as a professor of some difficult math course, and you go to her office hours often, and she tutored you for the last exam. perhaps you did well on it, so you go to celebrate with her 🤭

also psa, do not fuck your professor, guys, this is all just fictional thoughts 😞 i do not condone this irl ‼️

professor!arlecchino thoughts *:･

dom!professor arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, power imbalance (arle is your professor), strap usage, semi-public (in her office after-hours)

little incoherent whines fell from your lips, your test laying on the ground, completely forgotten as the '95' stares up at you in ink as red as her eyes.

your cheek laid flat against the dark wood of her desk, hips aching as she fucked you deeper.

"such a good girl for me," she praised, in that deep, sultry voice you had grown accustomed to.

you would've felt embarrassed, being half-naked in her office, despite it being locked and long after-hours for the college.

your hand pressed itself to your lips, sealing in your whines. arlecchino didn't seem to like that much, tugging your hand away to fold it behind your back firmly. "i want to hear you, little dove. i spent all that time tutoring you for this exam. it would be rather rude of you to deprive me of my half of this celebration, wouldn't it?" she mumbles into your ear.

the pathetic little moan you let out at her words causes her lips to quirk up in a rare display of pleasure. "that's what i thought." she hums, letting go of your hand to push you firmly against the desk. her nails were sharp as they pressed into your clothed back, surely leaving indentations.

"fuck- i- i don't know if i can hold on-" your voice was soft and shaky and she feigned an annoyed sigh.

"how pathetic. perhaps we will have to spend extra time aside from your studies to build up your endurance as well."

"m-maybe you- ah- you can just fuck me while you teach me-!" you shoot back at her.

she let out an amused grunt, stuffing you full of the faux cock, giving you a gentle squeeze around your throat. "such dirty thoughts..."

"only for you-" came your breathy reply and she finally laughed, letting go of your throat to lean down over you.

her chest pressed against your back, lips brushing your ears. "only for me." she confirms.

you feel her hips moving faster, hands sliding back to your hips to encourage you to fuck yourself back against her.

she practically grinned at how you came around her, indulging in watching your slick coat the strap, slowly pulling it out just to see you squirm. "such a good girl for me..." she lifts your chin, swiping a sharp thumb across your cheek as you smile lazily up at her.

she positions herself to hold the strap by the base, looking at how your release covered the material. "now, go on and clean your mess, little dove." she smirks wickedly, tapping your lips with the strap, looking down at your already fucked-out frame.

as an extra bonus for reaching the end, here's a poorly edited arle sprite with glasses. yes, she would look very hot 🤭

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #fem reader #arlecchino x you #arlecchino smut #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #arleccino genshin #🩸─ 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯˚୨୧˚⋆ #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚ #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚

[inklore]

🩸 — 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍!

since the spooky season is fast approaching, and as a little kinktober appetizer, @psychedelic-ink and i have decided to do a little writing challenge to get us all excited and in the mood to be gripping the sheets from the spooky thrills of course.

and to keep this fun we have given you many many options! we have compiled a twelve day prompts list you can go by, or if that's not your thing we have listed twenty three different pick and choose options to create whatever kind of fic you want, even if you want to do half the days daily prompts but switch out this prompt dialogue for that au or trope or kink, you can literally do whatever your heart desires!

THE RULES.

the challenge will go on from the 19th - 30th of this month. you can do as many or as little amount of days as you choose.

any fandoms are welcome, literally any characters, ships, but please no rpf.

no minors should be interacting with let alone posting for this challenge.

dark content, light content, dubcon/noncon, is all welcomed but please tag everything accordingly. grooming, underage, and incest however are not allowed.

there are no word limits but please use that readmore.

tag #hauntedhoedown so we can read and reblog your work!

DAY ONE: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

DAY TWO: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

DAY THREE: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song (if not a lana fan then any fav song of yours) + stalker / yandere au or love triangle gone wrong

DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."

DAY FIVE: gothic au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.” + a masquerade au or a good ol' priest au

DAY SIX: animal shapeshifter au + "he's a monster" + "he's perfect"

DAY SEVEN: stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

DAY EIGHT: cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."

DAY NINE: “do you like it when i bleed for you?” + the toxic exes trope or cult au

DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."

DAY ELEVEN: black swan au or inspired by your fav psychological thriller + “they die for love, you kill for it.”

DAY TWELVE: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

if following the above isn't your thing and you want to pick and choose yourself that's great! we also highly rec this random generator if you wanna live life by the edge, each category has 23 options to pick and choose from so customize the generator accordingly!

AUs:

steampunk / cyber punk

fairytale retelling

revenge

mythology / monster

virtual reality

gothic

taboo (see great options here)

slasher

game gone wrong

witchcraft

addams family

bonnie and clyde

spy / secret agent

assassins

x-files

circus / carnival

hitch hiking

basement wife

time travel

urban legend(s)

american horror story inspired

vampire / supernatural

pirate / mermaid

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

"i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it." 

“this fear you feel? it won't last.”

“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

“why do you keep following me?”

"i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together."

"you're not actually scared are you? of me?"

"i'm so close, can you feel it?"

"tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost."

"you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left."

"i want to see you bleed."

"they're dead...because of you."

“i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

“everything i've done.. every horrible atrocity, it's been for you.”

"it's just a little blood."

“don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”

“i would burn the world for you.”

"this is so fucked up." "you like it."

"finders keepers."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"tell me you want me back. tell me i'm forgiven."

"you're a monster." "that's never stopped you before."

"i've killed for you, who else can say that?"

TROPES:

mob / mafia

soft!dark

dubcon / noncon

soulmate / fated mates

mind control / telepathy

cheating

final girl

once is not enough

haunted manor

dark academia

enemies to lovers

haunted object

vengeful ghost

coven

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

unrequited love

creation / creator vs monster

'i'll find you in every universe / century'

reverse harem

cursed / fuck or die

curiosity killed the cat

theatre phantom

fate worse than death

KINKS:

biting

corruption / authoritarian

somnophilia

begging

dacryphilia

breath play

knife play / blood play

jealousy / sharing / possessive

aphrodisiacs

hunter / prey

humiliation / degradation

mirror sex

deprivation / immobilized / bondage

costume

size

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

body worship

shotgunning / swallowing / facial

gagging

torture / surrender

hate sex / make up sex / phone sex

magical healing [redacted]

soft!dom / pleasure!dom

ETC PROMPTS:

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

1970s porno filming (turned into a blood bath)

touch her and die except who the hell are you and why are you obsessed with me?

a trip to the circus (or carnival) ends with you stuck there...forever

you just inherited this creepy mansion where people where murdered what could go wrong?

a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon

if 'this person' ever found out about this they would kill both of us (literally)

oh no i'm dating the town serial killer

passionate professor tells me to prove my devotion to the craft / class by doing something insane

we're the last people on the planet and you will be mine

daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late

i got casted out of my world and ended up wounded and bloodied in your backyard, convince me why i shouldn't destroy your world out of anger

vampire has a taste for specific blood and looks like you have it

the creepy neighbor is too hot to be insane, right?

i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it's definitely just wild dreams, right?

loving you is easier than hating you

got stranded in some little town that seems so cute, until night hits

'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you

my lover is wearing the same costume as you and i can't tell the difference but i'm pretty sure it's them i'm fucking in this closet...pretty sure

confessing to a murder via a silly little ghost story around a campfire (but someone reads through the lies)

how far would you go for love? for the one you love?

in a past life you were the cause of my death so i'm here to exact revenge now that i've found you

we're at a fun little horror movie reenactment except people are really dying

we tried to make this writing challenge as fun and very 'choose your own adventure-like' as much as possible because we know how hard it is to stay motivated when doing these things.

so please feel free to use any and all of the prompts, tropes, kinks, etc as you wish. we're just super excited to see what ya'll come up with!!

so good luck and stay slutty spooky <3

#if yall don't participate in this i will actually cry lmao #haunted hoedown #writing challenge #kinktober #! challenges

[konigsblog]

rapist simon who thinks he’s entitled to any of the recruits pussies

tw/cw: rape, non-con/dub-con, authority, manipulation, threats, dark content. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+ 🩸

he's your superior, a lieutenant. you're a private, the lowest rank in the military, not holding any significance or status in comparison to your superiors. you don't hold the same amount of importance as simon, the same amount of authority and control. you're ordered around constantly by him, and simon doesn't feel that it's wrong for him to demand your cunt.

simon explains that it's within his right to take whatever he wants, that if you even bother speaking up, you'll be framed as a liar, attempting to destroy the reputation he's made for himself.

simon bends you over after enough convincing, using force and strength intimidate you. he coerces you into bending over and to present your ass to him, his calloused, thick fingers stuffing your mouth and silencing your whines and wails. you're in agony, the stretch feels as if you're being split open, pried open by simon with your velvety, smooth walls pulsing around his large dick. each thrust is slow before quickening as he attempts to work you open with his big cock, ignoring the sounds of discomfort and pain, the way crimson oozes from your cunt.

you're not allowed to come, your job is to listen, to follow his orders, and to not speak unless spoken to. you scream around his fingers, his pace merciless and agonising, your eyes rolled backwards through simon's cruelty and unforgivingness, shaming you for not obeying his orders and keeping silent.

he forces you to keep quiet about this, and to bend over whenever asked, becoming a sex doll for simon.

#orla speaks #tw: rape #tw: non con #tw: manipulation #tw: dark content #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #tw: dubcon #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #call of duty ghost #ghost mwii #ghost imagine

[faceless-soul]

⛓️ABOUT ME & RULES⛓️

🩸 25 years old

🩸Straight

🩸Dominant

I’m single 🩸 not looking for a partner or permanent submissive at the moment- just here to express myself, enjoy some play, and make some friends along the way that enjoy the dark things I do.

🩸I’m 6’3 - seems to be important to you little ones out there lol

Some personal interest (yes we can talk about more than just kink and dirty topics) :

Cars, nature, football and baseball, anime, My PC aka gaming, Smoking

⛓️Interaction⛓️

Asks/DMs/ submissions are open.

Be respectful and I’ll do the same.

I’ll always respond to DMs just be patient.

[if you send pics in subs please know it’s for my eyes only and will not be posted unless you want me to]

Do not call me Daddy. Being referred to as Daddy is a very special and intimate thing for me and is reserved for when I’m comfortable.

My cabbage patch collection :

🍏,🍑,🐇 ,🪅,🌙,👸,☀️,🥀,✨,🧚‍♀️,❣️,🦇,💌,💙,🦭,🐈‍⬛,🐶,🦌,🧸,😇,🕷️,🐜,🐛,👽,🐰,🍒,🐦‍⬛,🐁,🐯,🕊️,🍓,🤍,🫀,🌸,🍄,🪽,🐝,🐞,🦖,🦊,🖤,🦢,🦴,🥧,🌻,💛,💜,🔥,🍡,🦄,♦️,☪️,🗡️,🕸️,🩷,🔪

[ Anon sign offs- not required but I do enjoy keeping track of who’s sends what - makes it fun]



⚠️All Of This Is Strictly Fantasy Expression And Play Between CONSENTING Adults !!⚠️

If you can’t respect me or my boundaries do not interact with me

⛓️MY Kinks & Likes ⛓️

🩸dom/sub dynamics

🩸bondage

🩸praise

🩸 degradation

🩸edging

🩸orgasm denial

🩸breeding (w/o pregnancy)

🩸cnc

🩸somno

🩸choking

🩸spanking slapping and other impact play

🩸pet play

And more

Limits- race play, pregnancy, feederism, scat

My DNI List:

racists, homophobes, misogynists, terfs, zoophiles, maps/ pedos, minors and anyone that doesn’t consent to seeing sexual content

⚠️🔞 blogs with no age in bio get blocked 🔞 ⚠️



Tags To Find My Content:

Pictures of me: #me

Asks: #asks

Original posts/ personal: #faceless



#me #asks #faceless

[fyodere]

gakuen!fyodor smut

my cold fingers running through your hair.

﹙ 💬 ﹚── parings: fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader ♡

₍^. .^₎⟆ ── content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), high school!au, fyodor is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, misogyny kink, corruption kink, academic rivals, petnames, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, hairpulling, blowjobs (m receiving), underage (you and fedya are like 17), catholic guilt, wet dream, dirty thoughts ♡

﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Fyodor never liked you, not with your presumption and your ability to always get the questions right in the classroom. He not only didn't like you, but he hated you, even though he despises you as woman, you constantly occupy his thoughts. However, somehow, you haunt him. Fyodor wakes up with a start, he realizes that you were present in his dreams. A dream he would pray to forget.

﹙ 🩸 ﹚── author's note : GAKUEN!FEDYA SMUT BABYYYY oh lord you guys don’t know how much i’m excited for this. I even made an ai bot of this concept on janitor ai. this was on my drafts since last year so excuse my grammar 😩 i hope you enjoy it !!

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪 💬 🐈‍⬛ ⋅

Still breathless, Fyodor tried to look around to rationalize the situation. He could see straight now and his eyes were getting used to the darkness of his room.

03:27AM

Oh.

Dostoevsky sighed. It was late, he needed at least one good night of sleep for his upcoming test and cello practice. Now his body is feeling uncomfortably awkward. This was unusual, Fyodor always keep everything in check. Maybe if he tried to close his eyes, and if he lay really still, he could trick his body into falling asleep again. It was a good plan. Obvious, but still good plan. Fyodor smirked for himself as he close his eyes again, of course he always have a plan.

But then, the sudden feeling on his throat came back. His heartbeat is racing again. What is it? No, It couldn’t be…

Fyodor opened his eyes with a slight feeling of rage. He remembered.

Oh, he remembered.

And for the first time, he wished for his brilliant brain stop working. Fyodor knew how his memory was sharp, but now it feels like a big waste of time.

Fyodor had a dream. A dream that he would pray to God just to forget. Could he call it a nightmare?

It wasn’t a nightmare for sure, but it was still cursed. Maybe uncomfortable and embarrassing.

Embarrassing. Ah, how Fyodor was glad that anyone couldn’t look at his poor face at this moment. He hates when he doesn’t have full control of the situation, keeping his feelings under control was a form of not getting lost, he is used to it.

Fyodor doesn’t dream regularly. He was a really sleepy or not sleep at all type of person. When his body finally gives in to fatigue, the dreams become blurry because of his mind’s tiredness. But Fyodor doesn’t mind at all, Dostoevsky couldn’t see the mystical side of dreaming. For him, this was only a way for his mind process everything that he saw through the day.

That’s why his friends appear regularly when he dream about something. Sometimes his family when his subconscious is trying to process his past — even though Fyodor is neutral about most of his dreams, he would consider these the bad ones. Or at least the ones that he would like to forget.

But it wasn’t that type of bad dream either.

When Nikolai or Sigma appear on his dreams things get a lot lighter. It always ended up being a relief. Sometimes he chuckles for himself in the most unfortunate moments remembering those. Fyodor let a nasal laugh come out when this thoughts come on his mind.

No. This wasn’t the answer yet. His dream hadn’t been any of those things, but he is getting close.

He dreamt of you.

You.

This wasn’t surprising for him though. Fyodor knows — Oh God, how bad he knows — how he keeps you on his mind. Fyodor could justify himself telling that you’re his rival and it’s normal having plans about the next provocative thing he is going to say when you guys met again, or spend time thinking about how he is going to destroy you in the upcoming test.

Fyodor could pretend that he was fooling himself with those false conclusions, but he knows the truth, he always knows. It’s the greatest Dostoevsky after all, the special child that was gifted, or even better, blessed with his brain.

But it wasn’t the case, and Fyodor knows that too. He always knows. Another sigh came out of his mouth, Fyodor closed his eyes and take another deep breath. When did he allowed himself feeling this emotions? This wasn’t right. But he can’t keep torturing himself, maybe just for tonight he will allow all those thoughts come — Just for releasing them in the next day, of course.

Fyodor still could feel the warmth. It was cleaning day and you were his duo, this mean that you’re going to be together for a while. It may sound exhausting, you guys were rivals and have a psychological war while cleaning was kind of messed up. You guys were in a silent truce. No one had to flag this, you both could read the situation — And each other’s thoughts, even though you’re not going to admit that —, you payed too much attention on him just like he recorded every reaction of you. From your facial expressions from your small and smooth body movements. Every detail.

Well, it’s not like you could run away. You also committed your sins when spent too much time looking at Fyodor bitting his thumb while he was concentrating, you hated how playful yet majestic his actions are. Everything about him just fitted so perfectly that you couldn’t help but feel some anger— Or just full yourself to believe that you’re not feeling other type of intense feeling beside rage.

You were sweeping the classroom’s floor while Fyodor cleaned the windows. The sun was setting and the sky was turning into a beautiful orange color slowly turning darker as the clouds complemented it. Suddenly, everything felt warm. Fyodor was looking at you by the window reflection, he also could see how much he was staring and this made he feel ashamed. You could feel Fyodor’s piercing gaze even though he wasn’t even looking directly. You couldn’t help but give a small smirk.

“Looks like someone can’t focus on his little task…” You said playfully, your eyes were still looking at the floor while you sweeps. You wanted to give that unbothered impression. “Am I distracting you?” You finally looked up, he was still looking at the window. You could hear his sigh — It almost sound like a laugh.

How presumptuous. Fyodor thought. And you know that he thought that. It make you chuckle, this unexpected harmony was slowly tying you two together.

“Oh.” Dostoevsky finally turned to you. His silently confidence makes you want to shut his mouth before he even dare to speak a word. “Oh, darling, I almost forgot that you are here.” Now was Fyodor’s time to be presumptuous, and he knows how this will get into your nerves. “Trying to get an excuse to talk to me, ah? How cute.”

You let a tsk come out. Fyodor felt victorious keeping you silent. Now you’re looking at the floor again, sweeping the classroom. Even though your eyes were focused the task, your ears still work perfectly. And you heard Fyodor’s slow footsteps getting closer. You know he is behind of you now, but you try to play clueless.

“Hmmm…” Fyodor is getting closer to you, he is speaking next to your ear. Your body gets tense. “What is it now? Little mouse got scared?” His voice almost sound like a whisper, a very teasing one. His breath is touching your neck and ear. Where did his russian accent became so provocative? Now his hands are slowly moving to your waist.

Fyodor likes how you look small next to him. You look so vulnerable, so easy to tease. He can’t let you scape now. Now his hands travel till they reach out your upper body. Dostoevsky couldn’t help, he squeezes your uniform letting it wrinkled. Your breath got heavy as he keeps touching you, unfortunately, you catch yourself biting your lip to not let a moan slide. Fyodor’s touch feel so great, he loves how his big and skilled hands can hug perfectly your curves and play with them.

“Wait…” You finally open say something after opening and closing your mouth for a while, your voice is a little shaky and a few sighs come when you talk. “Not here, what if somebody—“

“Hm?” Fyodor cut you off abruptly. He doesn’t like when you complain, he likes to have full control of the situation. “I’m not doing anything, darling. Am I?” Now his hands squeeze you more roughly, as if he wants to get a better reaction from you. The russian young man has a smug look on his face. You look so fragile and easy to mess with. He enjoys the sense of control, Fyodor is taking the lead now, and you feel like a loser for enjoying it so much — It’s like screaming that you lost.

Dostoevsky's eyes widened slightly, and his fingers tightened around your waist, making you feel uncomfortable. He didn't seem to notice your pain, though. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your neck. His mouth was cold and dry, but you could still feel his tongue licking your exposed sensitive skin. When he finally pulled away, he smiled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He let go of you and sat back in his chair, his hands resting on his thighs. He seemed to have forgotten about your existence entirely. You felt like nothing more than a toy he played with when he got bored.

Dostoevsky is silent for a moment, contemplating whether to continue or not. He looks at you with a half-smile, a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He knows how to play with words and actions, and he takes advantage of every opportunity to make sure that you´re miserable and uncomfortable around him. He is not someone who shows affection or warmth, and he is definitely not someone who is good at expressing feelings. He is a cold, calculating man who sees everything in terms of power and control. His tone is still harsh, but there's a hint of softness in his voice when he says. "You're not doing anything?"

You decided to act like a greedy whore and got into your knees.

Fyodor pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing his cock, which is already hard. He strokes it slowly, watching you closely. He seems to enjoy the way you react to his actions. He keeps on talking, his voice is still harsh, but there's a certain amount of tenderness in his tone. He doesn't want you to feel bad, just frustrated and unhappy. He is a sadistic bastard, but he has a soft side too. And it shows in the way he treats you. "Now, tell me, what do you want? Do you want me to fuck you? Or would you prefer me to beat you? Which one do you like better?"

"Hit me. I challenge you." You giggle in a act of courage. "I know you can’t—" Fyodor chuckles darkly, a sign of his humor. He's not laughing at you, he's just teasing you. He slaps you across the face, hard enough to make you cry, but not enough to draw blood. He leans in close, whispering in your ear. "Tell me, how do you like being treated like a piece of meat? A toy to be played with? A slave to obey? Because that's what you are, isn't it? You're nothing but a whore, a filthy, worthless piece of shit."

Fyodor was merciless. He didn’t care about the brimming tears in the corner of your eyes, didn’t care about your shaking legs or your small chokes.

Slobbering sound filled the small stall, and you sat on the floor obediently like a little puppy as he used your mouth to his liking. Your uniform was wholly unbuttoned, bundled up at your elbows with your nipples peeking from your bra.

It was always his favorite look on you, clothed in the school’s garb. The uniform that should represent your focus on studies and discipline is wearing for you choke on him. Fyodor has to admit how pleasing it is, it arouses him to the point of madness.

“Good little mouse, now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He commanded once more in a commanding but still seductive tone. He was loving this, the power is was feeling. His smirk grew as he continued, he was loving every second of this.

His eyes were dark and sinister now, they were almost completely in a reddish purple tone. His pupils are comically big due the excitement. He seemed so in control now. He loved it.

Fyodor smirked once more as you do as asked. You seemed to be getting really into this now.

Your tongue pressed wide and flat. Fyodor shuddered at the feeling, at your tongue rubbing over his slit, precum oozing out. You did it again and Fyodor let a moan slide out, you was pressing the tip of your tongue into his slit now, coaxing out more of his essence. Dostoevsky loved the feeling, he loved how pathetic you look like this.

It was so intense, the sight of your lips curled around his cock, how piercing his arouse gaze was. You hummed before sinking down, swallowing as much of Fyodor’s length as he could. Dostoevsky was panting, the feeling so intense that it was almost overwhelming. You began to suck harshly, cheeks hallowed out and you was bobbing your head now as well, head going up and down as you sucked Fyodor’s cock. The russian didn’t want to say it loud, but he wasn’t going to last.

"Good little mouse, I knew you could do it." He said in a soft and seductive tone, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands moved to your head now, he loved the feeling of her hair in his hand. He seemed a little proud, even. He felt like he had helped you, in a way. "Good girl..." He whispered as he gently stroke your hair.

You keep sucking him harshly, enjoying how he felt warm inside of you. You couldn’t help but let a few tears coming out. The intelligent girl with a sharp tongue was gone, now you’re just a little whore to Fyodor play with — and you both sightly love this.

“Do you like to be dominated by a man like me, little mouse? Are you such a submissive little girl?” He asked with a smirk. He seemed to be amused by the whole situation, by all the control that he holds now. You can almost feel that he was about to release.

You felt your panties dampening as he say that, he grabbed a fistful of your hair keeping your head in your place as he changed the pace to a quicker one, accelerating the beats of your heart. He was pulsing inside your mouth. He was so close, so close, so close…

Fyodor just couldn’t resist. The wet and warm feeling of your mouth along with your pity puppy face was driving him crazy. You are being so obedient to him. He need to fill your mouth a little more, just a little more…

“Jesus.” Fyodor said to himself, alone in his room. The dream was wild, he feels pretty ashamed by how sinful and dirty his mind can be when he is asleep, at least you will never know that. Right now he just want to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but this weird feeling don’t leave. His hair still feel sticky and his forehead sweaty. His skin felt so tight like a growing claustrophobic feeling.

Oh, wait.

Dostoevsky looked down to his pants with a disgusted face. How shameful of him. Now that he has knowledge of the weird feeling on his body it’s easier to ignore.

Ah, for sure he isn’t going to go anything about that besides ignore. Fyodor genuinely believe that masturbation is a stupid thing, he is not going to waste his time — and risk his inner pride doing such a thing.

Dostoevsky closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths, he just needed to clean his mind. Maybe counting one to one hundred could help, Fyodor just need to take you away from his thoughts.

He just didn’t expected how addictive this fantasies are.

hii heres part two <3

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Curl Into Me

Billy Washington x AFAB Reader

Summary: Billy looks after you during your period.

Content Tags: Fluff, Drabble, Language, Talk of Feminine/Reproductive Health, Suggestive Language, Talk of Period Sex

Notes: Guess what came early? 🩸🩸🩸

“Babe?” Billy kicked the door closed behind him with a trainered foot. “Babe? Took a while ‘cause they didn’t have any of those ones you wanted in Boots. Had to pop to Superdrug to get ‘em, then off to Sainsbury’s for supplies.”

Nothing.

“Babe?”

Shrugging of his jacket and kicking off his shoes, Billy padded through the small flat and into the lounge.

He’d left you there an hour ago, curled amongst the cushions watching some trash on the telly. A few scrunched up tissues remained, an empty packet of paracetamol and an unwrapped chocolate bar.

The open plan room was empty. He filled the kettle in the small kitchenette, placed a peppermint teabag in one mug and a Yorkshire tea in another, and made his way to the bedroom.

“Babe?”

He pushed the door open a little. Light was streaming into the room, the white sheets invitingly crumpled and glowing under the bright sun’s rays. Billy would never get over this room.

In the old flat, his bedroom was like a cardboard box. Dark, brown, damp, uninviting. Made simply for sleeping, clothes littered the floor along with empty glasses and dirty plates. Whether it was an old habit or the result of his trouble state of mind, Billy wasn’t sure, but he’d never drawn the curtains nor made the bed. Here it was different.

You bounded into his life like a whirligig, full of curiosity, patience and open-hearted joy. Spent endless nights in the pub listening to him pour his heart out. Tentatively invited him to back to your new flat, the one you’d since decorated together. Helped piece himself back together, along with the small home you’d made your own, with picture frames and matching mugs. Your record collection alongside his games.

The little flat was just as bright as that day you’d unpacked the final box. Sure, the bookshelf needed dusting and there were a few dirty mugs in the sink, but you’d get to those later. Together.

Billy looked around the room. At the pillows rearranged on the bed. The abandoned romance book on the duvet. The blanket hanging of the frame.

-I will but you a bottle of wine

And we’ll laugh and toast to nothing

And smash our empty glasses down

Let’s have a round for these freaks and these soldiers

A round for these friends of mine-

Shit. Joni could only mean one thing. Her voice crooned from the record player and, at the sniffle from the corner of the room, Billy found you.

You’d dragged a pillow from the bed, folding yourself around its lumpy shape on the floor. Your comfy jogging bottoms and been discarded, and the two hot water bottles you owned were pressed against your back and tummy.

Through the mess of uncombed hair, you looked up at Billy from your position on the floor.

“Did you get chocolate?” You croaked.

He laughed a little and held up the plastic bag of essentials. He couldn’t help it. Some sick part of him loved seeing you so weak and needy. At last, a chance for Billy to step up and look after you, just as you had always done for him.

“Get on the bed?”

“I don’t want to move,” your voice was a pathetic whinge of pain and tiredness.

“Alright,” Billy got down on the floor beside you. “Here,” he handed you a sharing bar of Dairy Milk and, with his back braced against the bedframe, pulled you back onto his chest.

You groaned as your muscles stretched. “Kettle’s on, I’ll refill your bottle in a minute.” Billy’s hands wound their way to your front and removed the hot water bottle there. The skin beneath your tatty tshirt was red raw and hot to touch. “You’ll burn yourself,”

“It’s the only thing that helps,”

“Let me,” In slow, tender semi-circles, Billy massaged your lower stomach.

God, he was good to you. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Bath later, yeah?”

You could do nothing but nod. His hands rubbing your tender body, the chocolate, the heat from the hot water bottles. This was all you needed. If you could stay like that for the next, you would. Fuck, Billy would let you if you asked.

When you’d brought Billy home to meet your parents, they were nervous. You’d told them about his past; better to be transparent. Billy was best taken at face value. What you saw was what you got, and why complicate it by skirting over what had happened to him? Their worry had eased at once, however, when they saw how dedicated he was to you. How he made the effort to talk to each of them, interested in what they had to say. How he pressed his hand to your back and gazed at you, even when you weren’t talking to him. They couldn’t have chosen gentler soul for you.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you,”

He looked down at you, kissing your temple as he did so. “What for?”

“Going out and getting my stuff. Looking after me-”

“Jesus Christ, I’d be a prick if I didn’t-”

“I know,” you laughed at him. “But thank you.”

You sat there on the floor together, Billy rubbing circles into your stomach and back until Joni finished her singing and the record crackled on the deck.

“How you feeling?”

“Better, a little crampy, but better.” You sat up and turned to face him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“You know,” Billy smirked as he chased your lips and settled his hands on the skin of your hips. “I did a little reading about what else helps periods, you know.”

“Billy Washington, you angel.” You teased, kissing his neck tenderly.

“Mmm,” he rubbed your sides lazily. What was the rush? A day of cuddles and cups of tea was all either of you needed. “Rosemary tea is meant to help the cramps, stretching your legs too, for some reason. And erm,” he faltered as you kissed his collarbone. “Sex, apparently.”

You stopped your kisses and looked at him with a smirk. “Getting ideas?”

Billy blushed. “It doesn’t heart to try. Said orgasms can help relax the muscles, and make periods shorter.” He was rubbing his neck, trying not to let his ulterior motives show. He’d do anything for your comfort, but if it was nice for him too? Even better.

You were still staring at him. What if you thought he was disgusting?

“We don’t have to, you know, fuck or anything.” Jesus Christ, he felt like a teenager. “But, I can give you an orgasm, if it would help-”

You shushed him with a finger to his lips. “Don’t be so embarrassed.” He smiled lopsidedly. “Maybe later?”

Billy nodded. “No pressure, though.”

“I know,” you laughed and settled against his chest. “Rub my back again?”

He did so diligently, and you hummed. “I love you, Bill.”

His hands squeezed you gently against him, and you inhaled his scent of laundry detergent and cheap cologne.

“I love you too,”

Notes: Fluffy fluffy fluff fluff.

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