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killerbananas · 2 years

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Zeke always has to have the last word.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 750+ wc | afab!reader x Zeke + ??

Warnings: smut; dubcon, voyeurism, exhibitionism, possessive behavior with a little cuckery, revenge sexual behavior, marking, degradation/humiliation, slut, objectification, come play, pearl necklace, embarrassment, humor, ??lmk

AN: This is sponsored by the classic scientific method: Fuck Around and Find Out. This is also unbetaed and maybe a little oddly written bc I'm inebriated. 🙃 Thanks to @blondeboyfriend for egging me on and suggesting one of our surprise guests.

The sun paints your skin in luscious ambiance, allowing Zeke to take in your appearance with awe-tinted nonchalance on the sparsely populated beach. You are one of the crazy few out in this heat, but at least it allowed him such a sight. His gaze spans along the valleys and peaks of your chest, areola displayed to the gods, down to your ill-fitted suit bottoms that hardly cover enough of your non-existent modesty, for when you flip over, both of your cheeks are proudly displayed, compliments to your thong, as he witnessed earlier.

It takes a few glances along the shore for Zeke to find his opportunity to return the favor he owed, peeved at your flippancy of letting your body be oogled by anyone walking by that could just abscond with spank bank material of you to jerk off to not ten feet behind you in the dunes.

Zeke takes a big inhale to collect himself; he couldn't argue since he was appreciatively enamored with the idea of being able to fuck, destroy, and love the very object of another many admirers' desire. Anyone else only got enough to be properly jealous of what was His. Well, that tops out for his ego stroking, but it also sparks another idea. Zeke believes he should make sure he leaves a nice mark on your body that will serve him a plethora of good: such as your embarrassment and fuel for the covetous.

With the ease of breathing, he pulls his cock out, starting to harden from his blatant palming and inner grousing at your audacity and the details of his solution. Within moments, he's thick and throbbing in his hand, prespend leaking down to aid in his valiant efforts of amping himself up at least once to edge before he bursts, hopeful to make sure he could give you every last bit of His seed. It only takes him ten languid strokes and the thought of you humiliated in public by being treated like a cumrag before he's losing it again.

"Fucking slut. My beautiful fucking slut."

He can't stop the heavy onslaught of his orgasm that nearly topples him into you as he bursts His shameless brilliant white ropes with which he ties you to him. He's panting, but basking still as he rubs his sensitive head into your perky nipple, leaving smears of liquid that drip down to join their brethren at the small pool on your tummy. He takes in the way thick lines sporadically decorate your upper torso while the sun continues to shine down without relent. He can't wait until you wake up, but knows the longer you lay there, the better his painting will set.

"You guys said you'd be at the beach, but this wasn't what I'd pictured."

A voice reaches your ears that you slowly begin to recognize. As you open your eyes, it confirms your suspicions and has you grabbing for your towel to bring around your chest. As the shield makes contact with your skin, you realize that there is something odd about the way it feels. You can't quite put your finger on it as you try to make yourself presentable enough to your company well simultaneously taking in everyone's features to judge how awkward the moment would be without your top. While Zeke watches you come closer, Reiner unloads the cooler in his arms with a thunk, Bertholdt next to him. Porco sniggers and points to your shoulder.

"Looks like you missed a spot."

Horror slowly licks up your spine as you investigate the white liquid you'd original believed to be sunscreen. While Reiner remains oblivious, Bertholdt has turned maroon in the face and Porco is still laughing while Zeke chuckles to himself.

"Excuse me a moment."

Mortified, you ditch your towel for your previously missed top and submerse your shame into the ocean waves. Emerging a few moments later, righted as much as your hands could make do, you sat on Zeke's legs and stole a bite off his plate.

"Huh. Those are some weird tan lines you've got there. How'd you get them?"

You choke on the delicious food in response to Reiner's innocent question. He squints suspiciously when he hears Zeke and Porco laughing, catching Bertholdt staring at the ocean as if transfixed on something that would take him out of the awkward moment and simultaneously stop his cock from hardening.

"What? I don't get it."

"Don't worry about it. We'll tell you when you're older."

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thewarrenist · 2 years

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ofsacriilege · 2 years

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open to m/f/nb - based on #11 HERE

"there’s been a mistake, really. i know you probably hear that all the time, but i swear it’s true.” delicate fingers wrap around the bars of her cell in the dungeon, pleading face looking up at them filled with worry and fright. “i didn’t steal anything, i swear on my life.” a glance behind her at the other few folks she’s sharing the cell with makes her heart jump and she presses closer to the bars, gaze fixed back on them. “please don’t leave me in here with these ruffians.”

#open starter #indie smut rp #indie kink rp #indie kink starter #indie smut starter #rosalina d. starter #go as dark or as light as you like #be cute and care for her #or rail her in front of everyone tbh #fine with dubc*n #but message me first if you want to go full nonc*n

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kashilascorner · 2 years

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Yesterday, this ridiculously well animated PV for a josei sm*t manga shook Twitter by surprise in what I suspect to have been a successful marketing campaign. It's kind of a shame it was not an actual anime because it did look good, but what has me more shook is that nobody is talking about the actual content 💀

#i had a quick check and it starts with dubc*n 💀#like on a scale from 1 (dubious at first but consent given at some point) to 10 (undeniably violent r*pe) i'd give it a whole ass 6 💀#and like...... you're into that kind of media....... well. but i just see no kne mention the fact lol like at least a tw guys #blabla #it is called something like ''the man who saved me from my isekai trip is a k*ller'' btw

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filthysins · 1 year

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open starter choose from maxine, gia, eva, cassandra, or anika (open to m/f/nb) based on: this post can switch to small/med gifs

they’re the last person she expects to bring her a drink, but here they are regardless setting a cup of something that smells strongly of liquor in front of her and making themselves comfortable in the empty space next to her. she doesn’t say anything at first, expecting some rude comment or something crude to come out of their mouth as usual. they’re hardly ever nice to her, if anything she’d label them a bully for how they’ve treated her. nervously she looks between the drink they’ve offered her and them, sighing softly as she leans forward to accept it with a quiet but skeptical thank you. she doesn’t drink from it yet, worried about how much alcohol they’ve had put in it. instead she tries to remain quiet, confused as to why they’re sitting there speaking to her at all. “why are you being nice?” she blurts out, not meaning to give a voice to her thoughts so bluntly but now that she has she hopes she’ll get an answer.

#indie smut rp #indie kink rp #openstarter #also the drink could just be a drink or it could be more than a drink feel free to get creative #soooo this is probs going to be a d*rk plot and include dubc*n

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bitingdcwn · 2 years

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open to f/nb, she’s your muse’s tennis coach who has some... unorthodox methods !

“how are you supposed to get better when you don’t listen.” eden huffed, brimming with frustration. it had been hours out in the blistering sun, watching the other girl make the same mistake over and over, failing to do what eden was asking with the precision she demanded. arms folded over her chest, her skirt swishing as she turned around, giving a peek of her underwear. “maybe we’ve been treating the wrong issue. your listening skills aren’t up to par.” she said firmly, making a decision then and there. motioning for her to come with a beckoning finger, she led the way to the empty locker room. “strip down. quickly.” she ordered, before she walked over to one of the showers, turning it on. “hurry up.”

#indie smut rp #indie lesbian rp #indie kink rp #this is about to go Somewhere #i would prefer this not rlly be dubc*n-y at all pls i'm not comfortable with that #open

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valeskafics · 11 months

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"No Escape" - Ettore x Reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

A/N: yes, its ettore, no im not sorry. this is a two shot so let me know if you want to be tagged in the second part or any of my other future ettore stuff hehe ❤️

Summary: Ettore never thought his death sentence onboard this ship would bring him face to face with you again, the girl he's been obsessed with since before he can remember.

Word Count: 2,293

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, HEAVY HEAVY DUBC*N, masturb*tion, gr*nding, somno, ettore being a nasty perv, mentions of ettore being murderer/r*pist, if i missed any please lmk

You don’t know how things got fucked up so monumentally for you. One minute, you’re walking home from your uni class, the next, a man has you shoved up against some dirty alley wall, demanding everything in your purse. You operated on sheer instinct. Your pocket knife that your brother gave you to use in case of emergencies was in your hand before you knew. It was an emergency after all, right?

Next thing you know, you’re sentenced to death, being shipped off for some experiment, to extract energy from a black hole, no less. You’ve never been to space, and you figure if you’re going to die, at least you’ll get to see it before you do.

The last thing you were expecting to see when you boarded the ship, however, was him.

Ettore.

You remember the man from your secondary school years. He was always a bit odd, but you’d thought him to be harmless. Your friends did not, and insisted you keep away from him. You’d always thought of him as sort of cute, in all honesty, and that he had pretty eyes. You were always quiet, sticking close to your girlfriends, never really dating or anything of the like. Sweet, shy, innocent.

And Ettore loved that.

He remembers how you looked in your uniform, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, always the last one to volunteer to raise her hand in class, and when you did, you spoke with that impossibly sweet, soft voice. He remembers the way you’d give him a shy little smile when you’d pass him in the halls, the way the scent of your shampoo would pervade his senses every time you walked by. Needless to say, Ettore was obsessed with you from the get-go.

After school was over and done with and you’d gone off to uni, Ettore found his own path, eventually getting arrested for going after one too many girls with the same features, same hair color, same eye color as you. He became known for it, for trying to find in these poor girls the one that he’d actually wanted all this time. Ettore dreamed of you night and day, of corrupting you, of taking your innocence, of those pretty plush lips of yours pressed against his and then wrapped around his cock. Fuck, the man gets hard even to the thought of you, he knows it’s pathetic that he stills fucks his fist to the thought of you, that every time he’s balls deep inside a woman, he pretends that it’s you, but he can’t bring himself to care.

And when he sees you? Those big doe eyes of yours looking around owlishly as you board the spaceship, going to your seat? He knows that there’s a reason he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. He stands up as you walk past him, blocking your path.

You look up at him, eyes going wide with recognition after a moment as you whisper, “Ettore?”

His eyes are hungry as he stares at you, giving you the slightest hint of a smirk, “You’re a long way from home, love.”

Ettore watches as you stumble backward slightly, away from him. He stares at you, eyes roaming the curves of your body which are evident despite the stupid fucking clothes they gave you to wear. He thinks he can even make out the outline of your nipples through your shirt, but he digresses. The only thing he can think about right now is that he has you within his grasp again. And that this time, he’s not going to let you get away. This time, he’s going to absolutely ruin you and take you for his own.

As everyone is escorted to their cells, Ettore follows after you, watching as you’re placed with Boyse and Mink, eyes following your gait, the natural sway of your hips tantalizing him as it did all those years ago. He feels his hand reach out for you, as if to grab you by the waist and pull you toward him, but after a warning glare from Dr. Dibs, he pulls his hands back, balling them into fists at his side, gritting his teeth at the interruption.

But the minute he’s able to catch you alone on the way back from dinner, he takes advantage of the opportunity, pushing you up against the wall as he stares down at you, one hand on either side of your head, caging you in. You look adorable, he thinks, as you look up at him, attempting to act as though he doesn’t terrify you.

“Waited a long time for this, love, and I won’t let you escape me this time,” he murmurs against your ear, “You’re mine now. You belong to me.”

You squirm in his grip, inadvertently rubbing up against the bulge in his pants, making Ettore let out a low groan as you plead, your eyes watery, “Please let me go-“

“You’re so adorable and helpless,” he taunts, his large hands moving to grip your hips as he grinds his hard-on against you, making you gasp, “I’ve dreamed of this moment,” one of his hands moves to run through your hair, tugging on it harshly, making you gasp, “Of pulling on your pretty hair while I fuck you into the mattress, make that pretty eyeliner and mascara you love so much run down your face while I fuck you with my fat cock.”

“You’re not allowed to-”

“I don’t give a fuck what that bitch Dibs said,” he hisses in your ear, “I’ve waited too long for this to let some bitter old cunt stop me from getting what I want.”

“Please leave me alone,” you continue struggling against him, making him let out a harsh laugh, moving to grip your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together slightly.

“You little fucking cocktease.”

You look up at him, terrified, your brows knitted together as you try your best to push the taller man off of you to no avail, “Please, Ettore, I wasn’t like the other kids, I was nice to you!”

He slams his fist against the wall beside you, making you yelp slightly as he continues speaking in a low, threatening whisper, “Don’t lie. You led me on just like you led on every other fucking guy at school. Prancing around in those tiny little skirts. You were nice to me but did you give me what it was I needed? No, you little tease. I wanted you so badly and you fucking knew it-”

You interrupt him, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Liar,” he snaps, continuing, “You fucking knew it. Just thinking about you drove me fucking mad. First time I ever fucked my fist was to the thought of you. They said I had a profile for my victims when they arrested me, you know? Girls that looked like you. Funny, huh?” You turn your face away as he leans in closer to you, his nose brushing against your chin as he inhales your scent deeply, “Still smell so fucking good. Such soft skin,” Ettore laughs slightly, “I’m going to fucking ruin you, you know that?”

“Please, Ettore, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go-”

Ettore lets out a low groan, “Fuck, sounds so good when you say my name. Can’t wait to hear you screaming it when I split that pussy open on my dick. But no, baby,” he smirks, “You’re mine now.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief when Monte pulls him off of you, immediately asking if you’re okay. You nod your head shakily, watching as Ettore is dragged off. He turns and stares at you over his shoulder before giving you a sly wink, a silent promise that he’s not anywhere near done with you yet.

That night, Ettore waits until the lights have gone out before making his move. He’s like a caged animal as he paces in his room, waiting for the opportunity to get his hands on you. He hears your soft voice, telling Boyse that you’re going to sleep, saying goodnight to her and Mink. Such a sweet, polite little thing you are. He smirks to himself and waits a bit longer.

After a few more minutes, he walks out, not even bothering to put on a shirt, just in the black shorts he sleeps in, glancing around the hall and making sure everyone’s gone to sleep for the night. He enters your room and sees you in the bottom bunk, Mink up top. Ettore sits on his knees and watches you, your chest slowly rising and falling as you sleep soundly. He trails his finger down the soft skin of your bare arm, breathing heavily as he stares at you. You’re smiling in your sleep, clearly having a good dream, nuzzling into your pillow, too far gone to wake from his touch. He slowly pulls your blanket off of you, his teeth sinking into his lower lip at the sight of your choice of sleepwear, just an oversized shirt, revealing the slightest hint of your ass to him. He rests a hand on your calf, trailing it up to your thigh.

You sigh in your sleep, your lips parting slightly. Ettore moves his hand to your cheek, caressing it, moving his thumb over your lower lip. He pushes his thumb inside your mouth, seeing your lips wrap around him in your sleep. He was already hard, but now, it’s almost painful as his cock strains against his underwear at the sight of you sucking his thumb in his sleep. How pretty those lips of yours would look around something else.

“Oh, baby, I’m finally going to have you,” he grins to himself, a feeling of triumph washing over him, “You can’t escape me anymore.”

You stir slightly in your sleep, mumbling as you move toward him, the warmth he provides. And for a fleeting moment, he almost feels guilty at the fact that he’s watching you like this, touching you like this. But the feeling passes quickly and he continues caressing your cheek, feeling your soft skin against his calloused hands. He won’t take you that night, he decides, not the first night. He has plans for you. To ruin you entirely. And he doesn’t want to rush those.

The next day, he’s assigned to cleaning duty and you learn more about what life on the ship will entail, including the daily exercises. Every day when he sees you in that white tank top, your tits bouncing as you run, he thinks he might just go insane. Now he knows you’re a fucking tease because you don’t even wear a bra, that thin sheen of sweat glistening on your body. And, of course, when you’re all told to crawl? He positions himself so that he has the best possible view of that perfect ass of yours.

Ettore knows you’re scared of him, judging by how whenever he enters a room, you leave, how you’re scarcely able to meet his eyes whenever he tries to talk to you. The more human part of him, buried deep down, hates that you’re so scared of him. But the more dominant part of him, the crueler part of him that caused him to do all those horrible things to all those poor girls who looked like you, loves that you’re terrified of him. He craves your submission almost as much as he craves you.

He keeps sneaking into your room every night, watching you sleep, standing over you, stroking your soft skin, breathing in your sweet scent. He feels quite accomplished that no one’s caught onto his late night trysts. That no one’s caught onto the fact that he cleans the bathrooms around the time you shower each day, making sure to stare up at you with that predatory look in his eye when you exit the shower in just a towel. Your wet hair, the water dripping off your body, all of it fuels his fantasies. Anytime he goes in the box, he thinks of you.

One night, he hears you ask Dibs for a sleeping pill earlier, saying that you’re having trouble sleeping. Ettore smirks at the idea that you’ll be even deeper asleep than usual. He stares at you all through dinner, those predatory blue eyes never leaving your form. He watches as you take your sleeping pill right before heading off to bed.

And that night, when he sneaks in, he climbs into your bed with you, his hand moving under your shirt to caress your stomach, feeling your smooth skin, the sensation making him even harder than before. His hand moves up to your tits, moaning at the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands as he pinches at one of your nipples, then the other, biting his lip as he feels them harden under his fingers. He grinds his cock against your ass, only covered by your flimsy panties, which he deftly moves down your legs, bringing them to his nose and inhaling your scent. He knows it’s sick, but he can’t bring himself to care. Ettore pulls his shorts down, grinding his cock against your bare ass, groaning under his breath. It’s almost too much for him to bear, his other hand moving to move your hair away from you, baring your pretty neck to him. His mouth finds your neck, knowing he has to quiet himself so none of the others hear. He kisses you, biting down on your soft skin, marking you, his tongue moving over your skin after he leaves his bite.

And that’s when you let out a soft little moan in your sleep. One that he thinks he might have imagined.

“Ettore…”

#ettore x reader #ettore x you #ettore x y/n #high life #high life movie #ettore imagine #ettore #ettore smut #ettore (high life) x reader #ewan mitchell x reader #ewan mitchell x you #ewan mitchell x y/n #my writing

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aajjks · 2 years

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Bad boy!Jungkook Headcanons

tw: NONC*N/DUBC*N KISSING, yandere themes, bad boy!jk, mentions of sex, sexual thoughts, asshole jk tbh, yn queen, extreme possessiveness, extreme jealousy, sexual undertones, degradation, cussing. name calling, he’s a manwhore tbh.

viewer discretion is advised.

note. THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL, DO NOT ROMANTICISE THIS BEHAVIOUR, I don’t condone this behaviour at all, this does not represent bts’ jungkook irl!

Jeon jungkook, the most clićhed notorious bad boy you can find in this world.

He is one of those classic tropes of bad boys.

popular, cocky, fuck boy, ready to fight anyone and shy (surprise)

This man likes to think with two things, his fist & his dick

Not the brain.

He is the most rude person you can imagine, a fucking bully who likes to do it to battle his own inner insecurities.

He hates the idea of love.

Girls are like tissues to him, throw em’ away after using them w/o a single thought. He only likes to get his dick wet.

You should absolutely be no exception.

Jungkook doesn’t find anything really interesting about you, yes you are okay to look at, he’ll admit.

But he thinks you’re so fake.

Yes you are fake, you know why?

Cus you don’t want him.

EVERYBODY WANTS THE JEON JUNGKOOK.

He’s the fever dream, the walking greek God, sex on the legs.

AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ACT LIKE HE DOES NOT MAKE YOUR HEART SKIP A BEAT?

He scoffs, what a dumb bitch you are.

Jungkook acts like he isn’t bothered by your ‘supposed’ disinterest in him.

Buy only God knows how desperately he wants to be the one you obsess over.

The one you can’t stop thinking about, the one who you dream about day & night

The one who’s name you moan out loud between the four walls of shitty bedroom.

Gosh. He just wants you to notice him. At first though, Jungkook thinks that it’s his undeniable lust for you that’s driving him insane.

I mean…. He is kind of a sex freak.

But then…. He likes to think that you have a problem. Why? Of course because you don’t even look at him, like them other girls.

Why? WHY? At nights, when he’s not stalking you… he grabs his hair out of frustration, his tattooed fingers grabbing onto the dark curly locks of his, his mind going crazy with the thoughts of you.

You are not just special, you shouldn’t be this special to him.

right?

So why does his chest hurt like someone fired a million bullets directly at his heart when he sees you the next day laughing along with Jaehyun?

That fuckin son of a bitch.

He can’t help it, he tries to hold his bubbling jealousy in, biting the insides of his cheek in order to stop himself.

He continues to glare at you. The way you smile so beautifully at NOT him but that fucker makes his veins fill with rage.

Jungkook wants to kill Jae.

He’s not even that handsome… he’s not cool enough like him…. He’s not him.

He’s not simply not meant to be with you.

It’s jungkook who’s meant to be with you.

You-You…. How can you do this to him…?

Don’t you see how much jungkook loves you?

Is this your way of punishing him for sleeping with so many people? For being so… unfaithful to you?

JUNGKOOK CAN ASK FOR FORGIVENESS FROM YOU!!!!

YES HE EVEN ADMITS IT NOW…. He knows he’s so much in love with you… finally after months…

He wants you. Only to himself.

Jungkook clenches his fist, no… he can’t let his rage takeover… jungkook- he doesn’t want to destroy you because of it…

He’ll just have to tell you.

Just how much he loves you.

And he tries to,

Later that night when he’s towering over your trembling figure, his eyes lost in your tear filled ones.

Oh Goodness…. He thinks. You’re so fuckin terrified, how pretty.

Jungkook finally takes his hand away from your mouth, you’re too frozen to speak as he finally leans in grands your body into his arms and crashes his lips onto yours.

Swallowing your screams away, his hand grabs your face as he pushes his lips depose into yours, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow.

He should know that what he’s doing is wrong, so fucked up onto so many levels.

But he doesn’t care.

Your tears don’t stop, so does his kissing.

Jungkook can’t help himself, you’re just so addicting.

He wants you so bad. You need to realise that.

And his kiss will make you realise his ‘love’ for you.

Because his confession couldn’t.

He’ll just have to take you away now.

Not that he minds really.

As long as you’re with him, nothing really matters.

You’re finally his, forcefully?

Yes. But at the end of the day.

You’re all his.

“I love you so much… please love me now… don’t hate me… you’re my good girl right?”

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itchyeye · 1 year

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also i know that dubc/noncon is just really appealing for people esp in ships where any sort of power imbalance is involved but i really can't vibe w how much jonelias content is so explicitly dubcon

like elias' whole thing is emphasizing that the watcher's crown only works if jon chooses to press onward and develop his true nature, and jon's whole thing is that he chooses to do so every single time

every choice they've made for the whole of their lives brings them closer to one another

#[🪳]mine #[r]👑👁#IF U THINK NONCON JE IS SXE U SHOULD CONTINUW 2 CHASE UR BLISS

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angi-writes-filth · 1 year

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| The Bad Guy | Karl Heisenberg/Reader

Summary: “Fuck, did this made you hate yourself. If you didn’t hate him even more, though, you wouldn’t have tried to escape in the first place.”

Note: This is prolly the first thing I’ve officially written on this blog, and another one of the shits I write on a whim because I’m controlled by my hormones. 😔 If Daddy Heisenberg doesn’t want to hatef*ck me, I’LL MAKE HIM DO IT! Also, excuse my grammar and if what I write sounds awkward... I’m not a native speaker and have no one to beta’d for me lmao lmao.

PLEASE read the warnings/tags carefully, and don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable. I won’t be mad if you scroll away. Do yourself a favor and don’t submit yourself to my bullshit just because of my masochistic ass!!!

WARNINGS/TAGS: (All of them lmao) Nonc*n/Dubc*n, AFAB!Reader, PWP, S*x as punishment, Hatef*cking, Marking, Brain-f*cked, Choking, Rough s*x, Karl insults reader lmao, Slapping, Over*tim(?) (mentioned), I guess you could say Karl is a Yandere in this? (If I missed any warnings don’t hesitate to let me know)

WORDS: 888

Marks.

There are so many marks littered like paint blotches all over your body. Most of them in the shape of big, thick hands. Some others, you don’t even want to look at, for the pain inflicted by them would be something to worry about later.

If there is a later, that is. As much as you’d like to say you know it will be, you can’t be certain anymore.

And you can’t because your eyes are rolled all the way to the back of your skull, your breath is ragged and broken, and your breasts jiggle violently once again for God-knows-how many times tonight. Despite that, the muscles in your lower abdomen seem as strong as ever, tightening harshly around the intrusion of the man that put you in this predicament in the first place.

“Great... I’m always the bad guy, huh?!“, he groaned, with a voice so pissed you don’t think anyone has ever heard it that way before. Not even his worst enemies could drown Karl Heisenberg in a fury half as intense as he’s experienced today. He’s thrusting into you violently, temporarily setting his hands around your throat as his hips piston in and out of you in a rhythmic pace. Choking you seems futile if what he wants is to silence your wails -of pleasure or pain, you don’t know-, because each time he slams against your g-spot, a satisfied groan of his own seems to answer your peaking screams. However, too focused on the punishment and not your pleasure, he refrains from angling his hips against it every time.

“You’re the bitch that runs away, and I get to deal with your fucking attitude because you don’t like it when I punish you?!”

Apparently, something you did earned you another slap to the face. At this point, between the tears and your skin flushed both by the shame and his hands, you must look insanely swollen and red. And yet, that doesn’t seem to stop Karl from digging his fingers with bruising force on your jaw, pressing your cheeks together to force you to look up at him.

“Tell me you’re fucking sorry”.

And you do. Your tears are spilling out, and you beg time and time again for his forgiveness, like a broken record.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!”

Karl shifts his hips, bringing his hands to the fat of yours to adjust them to his liking. With your lower half lifted in the air, supported only by his immense arm strength, his thrust become sloppy and slower; a relief for your pussy that’ll be sore in a couple of hours. Tho, as if he couldn’t deep enough, he was burying himself up to the hilt with each and every thrust, and fuck, does it feel good.

“Now you’re sorry, aren’t you, slut? Why, because you want me to stop?”

Even if you wanted to answer, the way his cock was deliciously dragged between your walls silenced any thought that wasn’t him.

Fuck, did this made you hate yourself. If you didn’t hate him even more, though, you wouldn’t have tried to escape in the first place.

And yet you couldn’t stop the way your guts coiled when he repeatedly hit the most sensitive nerves with the tip of his length; how it stretched you just right to where you’d feel it later and, when you’re alone, miss it plunged deep down your cunt. How his hands knew how to treat you rough but well, how to handle you like fine china and simultaneously use you like a fuck-doll. And now, you couldn’t stop what was coming when his thumb searched between your folds to rub slow, agonizingly slow circles on your clit.

That was the last straw before, once again, you became undone.

“KARL! K-Karl, I’m- N-No! I’m- cumming!”

A gentle wave, a car crash, a kiss from heaven. Your orgasm rocked through you like a shotgun, and yet lulled you into velvety euphoria like the finest of wines. You weren’t even sure if you screamed; but once your mind swam back to shore, bathed by sunlight and yet numb at the limbs, and you came back to yourself, you were still mumbling his name. Whiny and desperate, like the slut he’s forced you to become.

“K-Karl... Ka...rl...!”, you sobbed. His hands cupped the back of your knees to force your legs against your chest. Heisenberg fucked you through your orgasm roughly and nonstop, like a man possessed.

And when panic started to set in that the overstimulation might be too much for you to bear, from his deep, ruthless thrusts to the coarse hair at the base of his member tickling your over-sensitive clit, he suddenly lost control of his breath, and moaned out loud with his dick buried deep inside of you.

You could practically feel his cum spilling down your thighs, his balls and dick pulsating with a well-earned release.

Yet the man didn’t smile, nor smirk, not even looked at your teary eyes and fucked-out face with triumphant eyes. He only pulled your hips against his, cock still filling your quivering hole, as his hot breath fanned over your ear, and his deep, menacing purr echoed in your brain.

“Don’t you dare try to get away from me again...“

A warm kiss to your forehead, and you were pulled into his strong arms for the night.

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x oc #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil reader insert #re8 #re8 reader insert #angi writes filth #I'm sorry for writing this lmao #I just had the image in my head of rough s-x with Karl while he chokes the life out of me and I just had to write it #If anyone reads the tags #No - reader doesn't die #I'm just a masochist with a death wish nothing to worry about

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thewarrenist · 2 years

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Congratulations!!! 🎉🦅 #WarrenCountySchools #WarrenCountyNC #highschoolsports #highschoolsoftball #championship #NCnews #DubC #TheCounty #252news (at Warren County, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdPXsOWNAwq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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ofsacriilege · 2 years

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open to m/f/nb plot: based on // potentially this as well potential connections: significant other, friend, ex, complete stranger, boss, teacher, step/sibling, step/parent, anything else! tab*oo & multiple muses welcome!

"what are you-” words are cut off by a gasp as she feels their hands on her button up shirt, fabric straining for a brief second before it pops and her shirt spills open. she’s left exposed in front of them, t*ts out except for the thin, lacy white fabric of her bra, the cold air ( and unexpected arousal ) making her n*pples harden to obvious peaks in front of them. “i was...i was talking.” fingers grip the two sides of her shirt, fussing to try and pull it closed again.

#open starter #indie smut rp #indie kink rp #kink rp #smut rp #kink rp starter #alessandra l. starter #essentially just gimme some gross obj*ectifcation lmao #be mean to her #objectification tw #also the setting is open but DEF bonus points for public lmao #also the consent of this is super open #she can DEF be into it or it can be way more dubc*on-y #message me first if you wanna go nonc*on tho

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exiledlvsts · 1 year

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open to all genders muse--ruben plot; this dude is obsessed with you and he isn’t even your boyfriend themes; t*boo relations, dark, horror, obsession, nonc or dubc

“set foot outside this house and i’ll make you regret it.”

#NO LIKES ON MY POST #open RP #horror rp #smut rp #open starter

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cardvngreenbriar · 13 days

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dude i'm in the mood for a contemporary romance book but they're all either poorly written or somehow dubc*n i'm SOOOOOOO mad

#mich.txt #emily henry you will ALWAYS be famous #anyway i'm in the mood for hockey but when i tell you i caved and opened ice bre*ker hoooooooboy quit in chapter 1 #the writing was ASSSSSSS i was miserable #anyway !#are these books getting published on the first draft??????#i'm desperate for a good one and i refuse to listen to booktok that is a cesspool of every bitch who didn't suffer a wattpad phase

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"Nowhere To Hide" - Ettore x Reader

A/N: can be read as a standalone but reads best as a follow up to no escape.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Summary: Ettore finds you in the showers and makes his intentions perfectly clear.

Word Count: 2,244

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, obsession, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, HEAVY HEAVY DUBC*N, masturb*tion, ettore being a nasty perv, mentions of ettore being murderer/r*pist, s*xual harrassment, f*ngering

Ettore pulls his shorts down, grinding his cock against your bare ass, groaning under his breath. It’s almost too much for him to bear, his other hand moving to move your hair away from you, baring your pretty neck to him. His mouth finds your neck, knowing he has to quiet himself so none of the others hear. He kisses you, biting down on your soft skin, marking you, his tongue moving over your skin after he leaves his bite.

And that’s when you let out a soft little moan in your sleep. One that he thinks he might have imagined.

“Ettore…”

Ettore spills himself against you almost immediately at that tiny little sound alone. You’re dreaming of him. You want him. The thought is almost too good to be true. He hopes he heard you right and smirks to himself, tracing his fingers along your skin, moving one hand to rest on your waist.

“You like this, don’t you, love?”

Your only response is a soft snore as you continue slumbering peacefully.

When you wake up the next morning, you get up and head toward the bathroom to take a shower, stopping by a mirror to quickly try and tame your hair. That’s when you see the bite mark on your neck. You stare at it, confused, wincing as you run your fingers over the tender, abused skin. And, of course, you don’t realize until it’s too late that Ettore is already there, laying in wait for you. He watches as you remove your sleeping shirt, completely baring yourself before his eyes. He feels himself grow hard again at the sight of you, but this time? It’s not going to be his own hand that brings him his end. Only when his need is so agonizing that it’s painful does he begin to palm at himself, watching you as you lather your body with soap, rubbing your shampoo into your hair. You hum a happy little tune to yourself, one he recognizes as one of your favorite songs from when the two of you were back in school. But the sound of your voice only serves to further his burning desire, making him remember the way you moaned his name last night.

When you finally turn the water off, wrapping a towel around your body, you step out of the shower, moving to grab the hairbrush sitting on the sink, combing out any tangles. That’s when he makes himself known. Ettore steps out from the shadows and moves right behind you, his front pressed up against your back, his hardness grinding against you, so pronounced that you can feel him despite the towel.

“Morning, love.”

You gasp and drop the hairbrush, turning around to hold your towel in place, “What are you doing here, Ettore?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he drawls, his hands moving to your hips, his grip on you almost bruising as he whispers in your ear, inhaling your scent, “I’m here for you.”

“What do you mean?” you question, meeting those impossibly blue eyes of his in the mirror, now almost black, darkened with lust and ill intent.

“Did you enjoy the feel of my hands on you last night?” Ettore murmurs, “I certainly enjoyed the feel of your body.”

You turn to face him, gripping your towel as though your life depends on it, “Huh?”

He gives you a knowing little smirk before pulling you flush up against him, one hand traveling down to the edge of the towel, fiddling with it, “Your little moan of my name last night was adorable. You’ve made me wait so fucking long, love. All these years, fucking my fist to the thought of you. Now I can finally make you mine.”

You stare at him in confusion. Moan? What is he talking about?

“Ettore, I-”

“Mmm, love it when you say my name,” he groans, grinding himself against you.

You gasp at the action and rest your hands against his chest, fruitlessly trying to put some distance between the two of you, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Then I’ll have to help you remember.”

With that, he slams his mouth onto yours. The kiss isn’t loving or kind or gentle. It’s violent, bruising almost, but with every move of his lips, Ettore conveys his burning, uncontrollable desire for you. For a moment, you nearly give in and kiss back. You’ve never been kissed like this before, and while it’s intense and somewhat terrifying, it also makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt before. You pull away, breathing heavily.

Ettore stares down at you, admiring the way your chest heaves with each breath, your parted lips, swollen from his kiss. His eyes travel to the mark he left on your neck. He moves his hand that still rests on your hip up to your collarbone, fingers grazing across it before moving to the mark. You wince at the feeling and he smirks, making you realize that he was the culprit.

“Did you sneak into my room last night?” you gasp.

“So perceptive,” he coos, his hand moving up to cup your face, thumb tracing your lower lip, the pad of his finger pressing down against it, “Yeah, I did.”

You look at Ettore suspiciously for a moment before your eyes widen in realization, “It… It wasn’t a dream. It was real.”

Ettore nods slowly, his hand moving to the back of your neck to pull you in closer, his nose brushing against yours as he speaks, resting his forehead against your own, “It was very real. You’re mine. You were always going to be mine.”

He brushes his lips against yours, albeit more gently this time, surprising you. But you pull back, glaring up at him, your voice angry, eyes wide like a frightened animal. It both amuses Ettore and arouses him to see you like this.

“Don’t try to act all gentle,” you snap, “I know what you did to end up here!”

“Oh, I know you do,” Ettore’s voice lowers, his grip on you tightening slightly; his words sound calm but you can feel the danger that lurks beneath as he questions, a little smirk playing on his lips. He continues staring down at you, enjoying the way you glare up at him, that defiant little expression. It’ll make it all the better when he finally breaks you and makes you his entirely, “Wanna know why I did it, love?”

You shouldn’t want to know. It shouldn’t matter. He’s a murderer. But you nod in spite of yourself, staring up at him.

“They were a way to fill the hunger I feel for you,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, eyes flashing, “A distraction. I could never stop thinking about you. I would see you in the halls at school. Just seeing your face had me desperate to ruin you. To have you all to myself. Those other girls,” he laughs, though it’s without any humor, “They were almost as beautiful as you. So I couldn’t resist. It was the closest I could get to claiming you.”

“So you,” you swallow thickly, “You pretended they were me. The girls you took.”

He nods, as though it’s the most simple thing in the world, that he kidnapped women who looked like you and kept them, doing God knows what to them, “Yeah.”

“Is it true that you were planning on coming after me next, right before they caught you?” you ask quietly, “I remember the cop cars outside our house. My mum and dad told me to just go to my room.”

Ettore isn’t surprised that you’re asking this. His lips twist up into something between a sneer and a smile as he nods.

“Yes. My plan was always to take you. The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.”

“Were you,” your voice trembles as you ask, “Were you going to kill me?”

He seems genuinely surprised at the question and lets out a bark of a laugh, “Kill you? No. I just wanted you all to myself.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” you question, brows knitted together in confusion, “I liked you. I would’ve said yes.”

That throws him for a loop. You liked him back then? He stares at you, searching your face for any hint of dishonesty before admitting, to both himself and you, that it wouldn’t have ever worked that way.

“Because the rush I got from thinking about taking you was too much to resist.”

You try to pull away from him and leave, only for him to shove you up against the wall once again, pinning you in place, holding your wrists to the side of your head as his blue-eyed gaze bores into you.

“Don’t do that again,” Ettore hisses, “You are mine, do you understand? Don’t fucking fight me.”

“Please, Ettore,” you whisper, “You’re scaring me.”

He leans in, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, “Good.”

Ettore’s lips descend on your neck once again. He mouths at the hollow of your throat before moving to the sensitive junction between your neck and shoulders, kissing you, reveling in the way you shiver against him as he touches you, his hands letting go of your wrists to creep up under your towel, squeezing you, pulling you in close. You turn your face from him, screwing your eyes shut, attempting to ignore how good it feels when he touches you like this, kisses you like this, his teeth sinking into your flesh.

“Ouch!”

Ettore laughs against your skin as you cry out. You’re helpless, vulnerable, scared. And he knows there’s a part of you that likes it. You’re his, whether you know it yet or not.

“You enjoyed this last night,” he murmurs against you, “You enjoyed it and you want more. You want more of my touch.”

“No, I don’t,” you say, trying to convince yourself more than him.

“Yes, you do,” he taunts, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, “You know you do. You want this as badly as I do. Just fucking admit that you want me. Admit that you enjoyed kissing me.”

“No,” you insist, voice trembling as he begins kissing your neck again, your hands balling into fists but doing nothing to stop him, “I don’t…”

Ettore feels a twinge of amusement at your continued resistance. But your body betrays you. The way you subtly lean into him. The way your eyes are wide, pupils dilated as you gaze up at him. The way your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. He knows you want more.

“Yes, you do.”

He kisses you again, this time with an almost furious sense of urgency, biting down on your lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth when you gasp at the sudden sting. He moves his tongue against yours, easily winning any struggle for dominance you try to put up, his hands once again moving to your thighs.

“You said you would’ve said yes if I asked you out,” he says, staring into your eyes, “And now you pretend like you don’t want me. You still want me. I can feel it. Fucking admit it.”

“That was then,” you insist, though you let out a pitiful whine as his fingers move against your wet core, feeling you, “Ettore…”

He smirks as he feels you tighten around his fingers, even if you say you don’t want him, your body says differently. He curves his fingers and begins pumping them in and out of you, agonizingly slow, grinning wickedly as you whimper against him, forehead falling forward against his chest as your breath comes out in short little pants.

“I don’t want you,” you insist, eyes glossy with tears as you look up at him, though your hand moves to his wrist, urging him to work his fingers even faster.

Ettore thinks you look so fucking pretty when you cry. He smiles at the sight. The power he holds over you in this moment only makes him want you more.

“If you really didn’t want this,” he taunts, “You would run away. You would try to escape.”

At his words, you raise your hand and try to slap him, but his free hand quickly moves to catch your wrist, squeezing it tightly as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, pressing down against that spongy spot inside of you, making you let out a pathetic mewl of his name, your hips bucking against his hand.

“There’s no escape for you, love. Nowhere to hide,” he promises, or rather threatens, as he feels you squeezing around him, “You can run and you can fight, but I will have you.”

“F-fuck you.”

Ettore laughs as you flinch while speaking, as if you’ve never cursed in your life. And maybe you haven’t, poor, sweet, sheltered little girl. That’s when you spit in his face, hoping the action will disgust him. But all it does is make him let out a low groan of delight as you come undone against his fingers. Though you’re trembling from his ministrations, mind still in a pleasure-addled haze, he seems distracted for the moment, and so, you take the chance to shove him away from you and dash back into your room, leaving him staring after you.

“Nowhere to hide,” he calls after you darkly, “Don’t forget that, love.”

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