#not to sound old but fuckkkk

[peramess]

TW: Smut, Blood Sex, Swearing, Gore, Murder, Crazed Reader, DARK WRITING, Bit of Angst, Etc

Paring: Michael Myers X Female Reader.

A/N: Holy fuckkkk???? I posted???? Ohhhh my goddddd???? Anyway, i hope this it good for ya! :P

A harsh sound of sawing sounded throughout the small, dim room, the four concrete walls housed many cracks and patches of old, muddy colored blood, the ceiling was crumbling within itself, the old wood molding and in one of the corners, a wet substance dripped from a broken pipe sticking out of the ceiling, the ground was covered in new and old blood, and bits and pieces of human skin and bones. You hummed softly over the sound of your sawing, the music helping you concentrate on your task at hand.

Quite literally, you snickered to yourself as you waved the sawed off hand into blank, cloudiness eyes of the corpses face that laid bare before you on a metal table, before tossing the hand into a steel bin full of other decapitated limbs and blood.

As you threw the hand, your hand caught your gaze almost immediately.

Taking a moment to stare down at your hands, wet blood staining your skin all the way up to your shoulders to which was dryer and crackling over your skin but that didn't deter your fascination. It was art in your eyes, and you reveled in it. The smell, the dark color, the warmth of being submerged in it, even the taste. Everything about blood pulled you in, warmed your insides alit, creating this air of pleasure and destruction and power around you. Just looking at it, breathing in the coppery tang filled you with pleasure and joy.

Closing your eyes, you let out a silent, breathy groan as you placed the bloody hand saw onto the metal table, the toothed blade bathed in red substance as it glinted under the rustic, metal pendent lamp. You would've admired it, taken a photo of its beauty, had you kept your eyes open, but you didn't, you couldn't help but sink into the desire of being bathed in the wet blood on your hands. Bringing them up to your face, you began to rub one hand over your neck and the other over your features.

Oh, how badly you wanted to surrounded by it. To be immersed fully, to drown in it. It's... It was absolute Heaven.

"Fuck." You whispered breathlessly as a heat pooled down into your groin, you could feel your face pull into one of pleasure as you covered yourself with the blood from your hands, and a delightful hum thrummed your entire body.

Wetness bloomed within your panties, the fabric becoming coated with your desire, as your breasts tingled and your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your messy top. You knew your fixation with blood was abnormal, strange, disgusting, disturbing to others, but you couldn't give a fuck of what others thought and saw you. Most of your victims claimed you a monster, and you decided that yes, you were and you loved it. Besides, they deserved it, to be gutted like the fools and pigsty they were. To be given such treasure, such beauty, within themselves and only for them to waste it and not fall under the depths of its magnificence befuddled you, offended you so deeply that you had to do something about it. They do not deserve this. They do not deserve to hold that pureness within their selfish body's.

At the age of sixteen, you were finally free of the constant, looming pressure of your peers and their ignorance when you made your first kill. You were free from your shackles and lived amongst the gods as you rubbed your face and neck in absolute beauty. But of course, it was short lived, after your second attempt to reach that holy place once again, you were interrupted by the bigots who swore to protect those lower to them, thus being hauled off to Smith's Grove Surgical Hospital. The wretch that was taken from you was your last unsuccessful kill, of course, you killed the cop who found you first, and the lawyer that was put on your case, and a few nurses at the hospital.

A smile crept onto your lips as you reminisce the screams of utter terror they gifted you so freely, they're fearful gaze watching on as you tear them open just to paint yourself with their hidden beauty.

"As I bathe in the blood of the unworthy, I step closer to divinity, and my place amongst the Gods is assured."

Those words, those words were spoken by you each time you bathed yourself in their essence, and even now you speak those holy words, the smile on your lips growing as your chest rumbled from laughter.

If only they knew this pure ascendance, to know where their true beauty lay just under layers of skin and fat. But, of course, they don't. The absolute idiots. Why? Why do they not see?

"Why was I placed in a world of vermin?" Your smile fades as you are pulled from your high, your words just a mumble, "They're so fucking blind, so fucking stupid to not see." Your features twist with disgust, your palms fisting with anger as you stared at the wall before you, "To live amongst these... these hypocrites who cry and fear they're own beauty within themselves yet pledge themselves to wars, to the destruction playing on their radios and TVs, wasting themselves away for the horror they read on newsletter's I would gladly bestow onto them for free. and yet I am the monster." You huff, your body bending forward and you place your hands onto the blooded table.

I will be that in they're eyes, and I will proudly wear that badge with a smile, as long as I can make them see, to witness their magnificence being fully appreciated and cherished instead of it being wasted by their stupidity.

Breathing in and out slowly, your agitated nerves dwindling into embers then ash as you watch a trail of blood drip down of the table and onto the floor with fascination.

"Tell me, Michael," You spoke softly, your gaze stuck the the magnificence before you, "Are you like the pests that roam with blind eyes? Or are you like me? A... monster? A monster that sees their own potential, their own worthiness and holiness?" Reluctant, you broke your gaze away and rose up to turn behind you, to look upon the man standing in the opening of your doorway. You knew Michael from your unwelcomed stay at the hospital. But you only met him when you were there after a year. You were seventeen then, and he, sixteen. It was obvious from the moment you two met, you two would be inseparable.

And, of course, someone knew that before either of you did. Dr. Loomis, your shared psychiatrist. But one thing he didn't see was just how you two would become fast friends.

Ms. Ursula - or, in your words - Mrs. Cuntface. She was a widowed nurse who pushed her rage and frustrations onto patients as long as the higher ups wasn't looking, an absolute bitch. She was assigned to sit in the room you and Michael were placed in, to watch how you interacted and to chart it down for Dr. Loomis as he was busy with another rowdy patient of his. You and Michael didn't say much at all, well, only you spoke - just a little - he spoke not a word towards you nor to the nurse. He only stared, his bright blue eyes hollow of emotion staring you down from behind his black mask. You could tell it was self made, from the cracks and wrinkles, you guessed it was made from paper mache, (you don't really know though since you never made anything out of the stuff), his hair is a dirty blond and unkempt as it hangs over his shoulders, and a throng of strands hid the mask some. But one thing you noticed out of everything else, was his wrists chained to the table, just like yours.

Was he like me? Does he fall witness to the desire of ascension just as I do?

"I like your mask." You spoke with a small tilt to your head and you noticed his head slowly following your movements. "Can you tell me your name?" The only sound that was made after your question was from the nurse huffing in annoyance. You ignored her and tilted your head in the opposite direction to see what he would do, and as you predicted, he mocked your movements at a gradual pace. You smiled at that and then introduced yourself, all the while moving your head side from side with him following along.

"Will you shut up!" The nursed would yell in pure annoyance as she sent you a firm glare. You only smiled in return, "Make me, worm." You had giggled as you gazed into her eyes, her features pulling into one of rage, and the redness flowing up into her face entranced you. But it was short lived as she stomped onto her feet and rushed to your side with a raised hand, slapping you across your face. But, you only laughed as your cheek began to burn.

Laughed as she then yanked your frizzy hair back, snapping your head up to hers. Her face was so red with pumping blood that it made your heart stutter, the rage in her eyes absolute and her sneering mouth forcing crinkles around her old, ugly face.

No. That will not do. You thought, your chest seizing from disgust that rolled over your excitement, it needs to go. That beauty shouldn't be hiding behind her disgusting, wrinkled skin. No. No. No. No. I will not have it.

Her voice was muted to you even though her lips moved in a rapid pace, her yells and cusses towards you all silent against your beating heart bombing into your ears as your stomach churned with determination to rib by her offensive wrinkles and spotted skin.

And even though her hold on your hair was tight, the rage and need didn't quiet, quite the apposite, in fact. It burned you, gutted you so deeply that her skin was still there. IT. NEEDS. TO. GO.

With a powerful surge, you rose, your lips parting quickly as your teeth sunk into the meat of her nose and upper lip. Her screams was lost to you as blood filled your mouth. Yes. Yesss. You could almost cry from sheer happiness as your tongue tasted the sweet, sweet blood gushing into your mouth. And you moaned in pleasure.

She tried to pull back but it wasn't easy, your teeth had deepened into her skin so much that even she knew if she continues, her skin would be ripped from her. But she wasn't thinking clearly, panic and fear forcing her frantic hands to push you away, and with a snap, her skin was torn from her as she fell against the table, her trembling hands holding her face as she screamed and sobbed.

Your sour mood was no more as the blood pooled from the large gash behind her hands, painting her body with the art you've allowed to be set free. You laughed, the joyous sound forcing your lips apart and the skin fell from your mouth and onto your lap.

So beautiful. So, so beautiful.

She was gasping for air, drowning in her own blood. You continued to laugh, chanting those sacred words over and over as you rocked back and forth in glee, the cuffs bounding your wrists clinking against the table from your movements.

You watch as she staggered to her feet, her wet hands pulling at the tables sides to help her pull herself up as she gasps and sobs for help, her upper half falling over the table as she heaves. And you watch as Michael, now standing, his hands still bound just as yours are, reach for her head. He struggled slightly as he pulls her to him by her hair as she thrashes and turns in his hold and you rushed to your feet and pushed your knees onto the table. Now with better access, you bent down and sank your teeth into her screaming face once again, tearing into her cheek and pulling back before diving back again and again until there was nothing left. All the while, Michael, had held her in place as she thrashed and pulled away from you both but he never let go, not until she ceased all movement.

You couldn't stop laughing, the art under you too pure and too joyous for you that just the thought of holding in your happiness was far too cruel.

"You did amazing!" You told him after your fit of laughter, but the smile was just as big and bloody as before, you stared at him, your chest heaving with excitement, "You helped me set her free!" You exclaimed with a laugh. "And-! And look! We both are wearing masks now!" You laugh and laugh as he only stared, and even though he stood there emotionless, his eyes told you a different story, he was proud, happy to find someone like him. "You're like me." You gasp with a laugh, "We're partners now! You and me!"

Is he? You think now as you stare at him, the dim lighting in the room showing very little of him as the upper half of his body was coveted in shadows. He helps, yes, but he doesn't express your joy, your fondness for the art you shed, you see that now. He... He doesn't see.

Your heart quaked heavily at that, your stomach rolling in fear. If- if he doesn't see... I can't... - I can't be with him. I won't be with him. He's... Just like them.

"Tell me you see, Michael!" You yelled, your body slumping against the table behind you, your hands bracing the side of the cool, metallic table. Your chest now panting with terror as your eyes weld in angered, pain-filled tears.

He stood, unmoving, his hands limp by his sides, his legs locked to that one spot and it angered you more by his lack of response. You knew he couldn't speak - or atleast, won't - you knew he was a statue until he wanted to move, but it just angered you. He knew how important this was to you, knew how highly you thought of your artwork, of you masterpieces, and yet, he just stands there!

"You don't see..." You gritted out with hatred. How dare he! How dare he steal your heart! Your love! Your help! Just to fucking throw it out once you realize who he actually was. "You don't see. You don't see!" You yelled now, spinning around to bang your hands against the table, reaching for anything in your rage-filled state to throw and smash onto the floor and walls, "You don't see! YOU DON'T SEE! YOU DON'T SEE!" Shaking the table until you push it over in your rage, the body and handsaw crashing onto the floor with a loud thud, you screamed the words over and over.

You paused, your body wracking with shudders of determination and hatred as you looked for your handsaw, and quickly found it by the barrel of blood and organs. Racing towards it, you snatched the tool from the floor and turned to face him, but he was already there, in front of you, just an inch or two away. You sneered up at his masked face with betrayal, "You worm! Do I mean nothing to you!?" You screamed, raising your hand that held the blade to aim at his chest and jumped on him, usually, his tall, secured build wouldn't move for anyone, but for you, he allowed himself to fall back onto the floor with you on top of him, and he watched with admiration and greedy lust at your rage, your furry. He enjoyed this side of you: all passionate rage, of blinding hatred that tinted over your face, and watching you bathe yourself in the blood of your enemies and those who get in the way, he enjoyed the death you brought forwards, the destruction painting you. But, no, he doesn't see your fondness for the blood you call godsend, he doesn't see why you seek it, need it, breath it. He doesn't care for it. Never did. He only killed those who get in the way, he doesn't relish in they're demise because he truly doesn't care.

But one thing he never understood was why he cared for you. Why he would bathe himself in the red substance just to see your eyes light up with that dark excitement, to tear into his clothes and force his mask up to bruise your lips against his. Just thinking about it made his cock harden and rise, and as you screamed, your body moving against him, you directing your powerful rage at him, burned him with lust. He doesn't care why your angry, but he does know that if he doesn't try to calm you, there will be consequences.

So, he pushed his mask up halfway up his face with one slowed hand, the other gripping around the front of your throat, choking you slightly as he forced your mouth down onto his, ceasing you of words. Before you could react, he already began to move to ripping your clothes off from your back, first your thin top, then second, your leggings, then third, your soaked panties.

Fuck. You thought, your anger subsiding slightly as the cool temperature of the room nipped at your bare skin now, your body shuddering as his strong, callused hands palm your ass as he tongued your mouth. His tongue was hot and wet against yours, and you groaned as you could taste a coppery tang along with him, his taste, his spit.

Your breasts rubbed against the fabric of his jumpsuit once you threw your shredded clothes away, your nipples becoming sensitive and your pussy blossoming with heat, your core empty, needing to be filled by his cock which you felt under your inner thigh.

With your rage sated for now, you pulled back and growled at his jumpsuit, and with quick, shaky fingers you found the zipper to his suit and pulled it down, reveling his hairy chest and navel and then his cock which sprung free.

"Fuck, baby." You groaned as you looked down at him, even without blood he was a masterpiece, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't look much better without it. His chest and cock was tainted red with heat and you palmed up his chest before scraping your nails down to his navel, his body rumbling with a silent, affirming growl as he, in turn, grope at your ass and thighs, pulling you to grind your wet, hot pussy against his hot, hard cock.

Moaning, you allowed him to move your hips for you, your clit gaining glorious friction on his cock as your juices coax the skin between you. Pressing your hands again his stomach, you grinded hard against him, moving your hips with his, his hands was tight with their hold on your skin, but you loved it, loved to be marked by him, to be bruised by his desire for you.

"Fuckkk." You gasp breathlessly, your head falling back and eyes closing in bliss. The pleasure was great, but it wasn't enough, you know this, as well as he does, but that doesn't mean you don't enjoy the thick, hard member rubbing against your pussy. It just wasn't enough to make you come, is all - well not without blood, of course. But that doesn't deter your lust for him, for his cock. So, without hesitation, you reached in between you both and gripped his hot cock in your hand and aimed his head at your entrance, and before you could even push your hips down, he did it for you.

His hands now grip your hips, pulling you down as he thrust upwards into your tight pussy. Gasping at the intrusion, your walls and core aching by the girth of him, your body burning with fire as your moans were pulled out of you as he forced you down and down again and again, his own hips moving up. Your nails scratched his stomach, his body quivering and shuddering as pleasure raked his body from head to toe, your pussy hot, and wet, and tight just for him. He watches your breasts bounce, you hair along with it as he uses your body for his needs, but he knew you love it, too, loved to be taken however he wanted you.

All of a sudden, he sat up, one of his hands moving to the back of your head to grip tightly at your hair, yanking your head back as he bites and mouths at your neck before pulling your gasping mouth against his in a heated kiss. Both of you ragged of breath, both chests heaving as he fucked you down onto his cock, your breasts rubbing just right against the jumpsuit, creating a strong shiver from within your body as you gasp into a rough, biting kiss that leaves you both panting and needing for more.

With a surprised gasp, you felt something wash over your body's as a loud bang sounded into the room. Opening your eyes, you saw Michael was now covered in blood and looked down to see your own body covered in the same substance. And just underneath your body's, an enormous amount of blood pooled around the both of you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You gasp loudly as you realised that Michael pulled the large barrel of blood on top of you both, coating you both from neck down in blood as limbs and organs splayed around you.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." You moan with a breathless smile, your orgasm now high on it's peak. Fucking your hips down with renewed vigor, you claw at his shoulders as you move to suck his blooded neck into your mouth, filling your taste buds with its metallic taste.

He does see... He sees me.

@vomitgoth-snuff I hope everything was to your liking!

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[romanreignseater]

Press Play Pt. 1

Roman Reigns x Black Female! OC! (Xena)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, sex tape, leaking of relations, angst, breaking up with Roman, and a cliffhanger 🙂.

“Being the girlfriend to a famous divorced father of 5 wasn’t your plan at 26 years old. You trusted him with your life, so you agreed to film a little something, but now you regret ever meeting him when your whole life is exposed.”

A/N: The first part to my three part series, the next two parts will be out on the next two Sundays!! I’M SO EXCITED, I’m showing substance 😆!!

GIF: @jeysuso

“Turn on the camera baby.”

“Arch your back.” Roman gave a swat to Xena’s ass as she failed to arch her back.

“I can’t, it’s too much…” She begged for him to show mercy, but he still wasn’t satisfied.

As Roman’s iPhone recorded the whole thing.

Wanting to spice up the relationship, Roman asked if it’ll be okay to film some personal tapes. In order to suffice the physical intimacy when they were away from one another.

Little did she know…

“I’m not gonna say it again, arch that FUCKIN BACK NOW!!” Following his orders and wanting to cum again so badly after being denied, Xena let her back arch and stretched her arms forward.

“That’s it baby, now look at the camera while I fuck the shit out of you.” Xena’s eyes glossy as she stared up at the 6.7” screen showcasing the vision of her Samoan beast, body clad in sweat dripping from his head to his toes.

He slowly stretched her cunt out with deep strokes, taking the breath out of her as she looked at his eyes through the screen. Xena fell underneath his spell once again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her g-spot being hit instantly.

Once his assistant, now his girlfriend of 3 years. After a messy divorce with his wife, Xena soon came into his life and the rumors began.

“New Assistant?! More Like Old Affair.”

“Young Woman Nabs An Almost 40 Year Old Professional Wrestler, Roman Reigns.”

“Roman Reigns’ New Slut Gold Digging Girlfriend.”

They were harsh, but Xena was tough.

It had been almost 7 years since she watched WWE, and she remembered Roman during his Shield days and the roaring boos of the Big Dog. But, he did a complete 360. Bigger build, bigger personality, and a different outlook of his career in general.

Xena had no intention of even starting a relationship with him, but everything fell into place.

“Right there, please.”

“Please what mama?! Tell the camera what you want.”

“I want your cum to fill me to the brim.”

“Ya wanna have my baby you little slut?!”

“Yes daddy please.”

His pace quicken, his dick gliding in and out of her pussy smoothly. Xena’s ass galloping against his toned thighs. Roman’s thumb lodged into her winking hole, beating her cunt into a pulp. Her head bowed down into the sheets, writhing at the immense pleasure. Soon to be lifted up, staring directly at the camera.

“Take this dick and say ‘I’m a little slut.’ Go ahead. Straight into the camera.” Saliva decorating the entirety of Xena’s chin as she babbled. “What was that baby they can’t hear you?!”

“I’m SUCH A LITTLE SLUT!!”

“Good girl.”

“FUCKKKKK!! I’m gonna cum, keep fucking me please!!”

Roman’s thrusts hit harder and harder and harder, so hard the Xena was almost sent flying into the camera. Her pussy began to convulse as it was obliterated by a giant Samoan cock.

Xena’s arch reversed as she reached her high. “Fuckkkk..” A guttural grunt came from the mouth of the Samoan as he spilled his seed inside of pulsing cunt. He pulled out as Xena laid slump on the bed.

“That’s a wrap folks.” Roman ended the video. Roman’s choice of recording was clips on Instagram. How smart… As he went to turn off his phone and get a rag for Xena, his finger slipped and he pressed “Add to Story.”

He grabbed a rag and cleaned her up. Putting his phone in charge, it was now set to self destruct.

The Next Morning.

Xena woke up to the sound of her buzzing and vibrating phone. She sees 20 missed calls from her best friend. High on alert she called back. “Taylor what happened? Is everything okay?!”

“Your sex tape is ALL OVER THE INTERNET!!”

Chuckling, “What are you talking about Taylor?! Tell me you’re joking…”

“I’m serious and it’s trending number one on Twitter.”

Checking social media, her getting the shit fuck out of her was sprawled number one all over the internet.

All the breath was sucked out of her as she felt the urge to cry, but then a surge of pure anger came over her.

She turned to a peacefully sleeping Roman and repeatedly slapped him across the chest. Jumping up from his sleep, using his arms to bar the attacks. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I HATE YOU, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

“What are you talking about?!”

In a broken voice, “You released our tape last night?!”

“WHAT?!?!”

“IT’S ALL OVER… EVERYWHERE!!”

“I never released our tape.” Checking his phone, Roman realized what happened. He accidentally released their tape on his Instagram story. Even though it was 1 minute, that 1 minute went a long way through the internet.

“Baby it was an accident.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me, after everything the media already says about me?! You’d betray me like this…”

“Baby please my finger accidentally slipped last night when I was closing my phone. I promise on everything, it was a mistake.”

“You’re right. This whole thing was a mistake.”

Grabbing her belongings from the closet, she threw on her crocs and shorts, and stormed downstairs. “Baby stop.” Roman putting on his sweats while running down the stairs.

She placed her items in her car and slammed the door before Roman could reach her. He banged on the window begging for her forgiveness. Rolling down the window slightly, “We’re done.”

And with that she backed out of his driveway, with his mind spinning about when he would see her again.

He collapsed to the ground and cried.

“I’m sorry.”

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Will Xena hear him out or shut him out completely?! How will this breakup affect Roman’s career?!

Find out next week on “Press Play.” 😜.

THE END!!

That was a little rollercoaster, but I hoped you all enjoyed and I released this way too late, I’m so sorry ☹️.

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[diacripticcomplex]

Ayayui?

Ayato's POV:

There's this one human holiday I'm fond of, I think it's called Halloween or something like that, humans get to dress up and scare each other, a concept called "trick or treat." I told Yui about it, and she said it was just for kids. Kids get to scare the living shit out of people on this day? I'd love to be a human child if that's the case. It wasn't halloween today or anything, but it would be fun to scare the fuck out of her, and fuck her in the process too.

When I was at the shopping district yesterday I found a ghostface mask, the ones that were used in that American Movie about the killings, it wasn't even scary, I've killed people in more creative ways before, they should take notes from me. Anyway, I ended up buying the mask, I'm going to use it for a scheme.

"Hey tiny tits, wanna watch a movie with me tonight? There's no school tomorrow." I ask her, then state. She gives me that suspicious look, she's really learning. "What movie..?" she questions. "It's an American movie, I know you suck at English so I purchased it with subtitles, what do you say?" I asked her again. She still is giving me hesitation. "You know I went out of my way to do this, the least you can do is watch it with me." I guilt trip and it works, she agrees. "Alright, I'll meet you in your room in a few minutes, get comfy." I command. "Why not the living room?" she asks, I smirk at her. "Cause' we might get horny and start fucking like rabbits." I let out, jokingly but I wasn't actually joking. She rolled her big eyes at me, anyway I went back to my room to retrieve the mask and I hid it well.

We plopped onto her bed, after I turned on the movie, "I said get comfy, this is your bed. Why are you sitting all the way over there?" I ask her, she scoots over a little closer and I grab her, getting us in a cuddling position. We start watching the movie, I believe this was Scream 1, the original it was old but still pretty good quality.

Finally the movie was over, “Ayato why do you like watching such strange movies at night?” She asks me, I yawn “they just help me sleep better, I’m gonna call it a night” I tell her, then leave. She didn’t seemed scared it wasn’t really scary to begin with. But I was going to wait for her to go into the bathroom to mess w her. I put on the ghost face mask and hide in her bathroom, I take out a dagger, it was a real dagger too. Maybe 10 mins go back and she finally goes into the bathroom, she took off her towel she was nice and naked, I wanted to just rail her by the sink instead at this point- that would be an even better idea. I ran up behind her and cover her mouth, holding the dagger to her throat. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” I say in an attempt to sound like a ghost face killer. “What the..?! Ayato let go of me!” She yelled out, “I’m the ghost of billy loomis if you watch that movie you summon me.” I said to her, trying to sound convincing who knows if it’ll work or not? Would be hilarious either way.

She tries wrestling out of my grasp but I have a secure grip on her, I pressed up myself against her ass, I got a little hard in the process I’ll admit that. “You like it rough don’t you pancake?” I say then realized I slipped up by calling her that. “Ayato…it really is you??” She sounded relieved. I grab her ass cheek, then bend her down, I wiggle out of my pants a little and slide my dick right into her, fuckkkk it felt so good that first insertion always does it. I start fucking her fast, pulling her head back and keeping my hand gripped to her throat, I kissed her shoulder blade . Fucking in this mask made me feel super hot. After a few minutes I change the position, I turn her to face me, and I lift her up fucking her standing up, she had her legs crossed on my wait and held me super close, I wasn’t going to drop her but I definitely was going to nut. A few more strokes and I really did.

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[fuckmymunson]

HI!! so idk abt you but the ka’s theory maies me FERAL. so if youre comfortable, Vamp. eddie eating out reader on their period. once again you DO NOT have to do this if you are not comfortable

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To say you had a bad day was an understatement, you had probably one of the worst days in your life, and on top of that, your car engine died in the middle of the road, so you had to walk to the closest gas station to call your parents. You had to walk your way to Eddie's trailer, because it was closer than your place, and just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you felt the disgusting sensation of blood between your legs.

This wasn't your day, at all.

After fighting a few minutes with the keys, you slammed the door behind you, scaring Eddie, who was in the living room, drapes closed and reading an old car magazine.

"Shit! You scare me the fuck out of me, babe." His fangs peeked through his plump lips, smirking. He took notice of your distressed self, and changed that smile to a frown. "Is everything okay?"

"No. Everything is not okay." You sighed, throwing your backpack and keys to the floor. You were tired, sweaty, and the cramps were just getting started. "I'm going to take a shower." You announced, and Eddie stood up, because it was your routine, to shower together in his tiny bathroom.

He remained silent while you undressed, looking at how you struggled with your clothes, frowning at your frustrated scoff and gasping quietly at the way you cursed while removing your blood stained underwear. He would be lying if he said the smell didn't turned him on. His fangs dig softly on his lips, he felt the question on the tip of his tongue, but you were already having a bad day, you didn't needed your weird vampire boyfriend asking if he could eat you, while you're on your period.

"Eddie if you have something to say, just do it, don't stare at me for five minutes."

He blinked, opening and closing his mouth a few times. You rolled your eyes and slid the shower door, clouds if steam fogging the mirror, when Eddie's hand grabbed your arm before you could step in.

"Can I eat you out?" He bluntly asked, and is your turn to blink, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"Can. I. Eat. You?" He repeats, flicking his eyes down between your legs, then up, at your face. "Please? I know you're having a bad day, and I know sitting on my face always brights you up."

"But, Eddie—" You blushed, avoiding his doe brown eyes. "I'm on my— Oh." It clicked you. It made sense. Lowering your gaze, you noticed the unmistakable sight of his hard cock against his tight black jeans. "Are you sure?"

"Been waiting ages to do it, being honest." He confessed, smirking. "I mean, I guess with these now." He said, opening his mouth and pointing at the sharp fangs with his thumb. "It makes sense, but I would do it either way."

"Uh." You nod, still surprised, but curious. "Well, lemme just shower and—"

"Don't wanna wait." Eddie tugged you by his grip on your arm, sitting you on the edge of his bed, kneeling on the carpet and placing your legs over his shoulders. "I can't wait to taste this pretty pussy."

The groan that ripped off his throat the second his tongue met your centre, was obscene. He started slowly, smearing your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and kissing your thighs.

"Fuckkkk." He groaned again, rolling his eyes. "You're so fucking sweet, baby. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal."

"Shut up." You replied breathlessly, god, it felt really good.

Eddie continued his laborious task. The slurping sounds were borderline disgusting. The occasional deep moans of pleasure combined with your needy whines worked wonders, and soon, all of your stressed was sucked away by your boyfriend <3. His tongue was flat against your clit, tracing tight and quick circles, as he raised his eyes so he was looking at the adorable frown you had, a clear sign of how closer you were to cumming in his face.

"Cum, cum princess, please." He begged, voice muffled by your thighs around his head. "Give me all of it, your sweet blood and your tasty cunt. All mine."

You came, clenching around nothing as his thumbs spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that slid down. Eddie stood up, and his face was a mess, with a sly smile and covered with blood and your cum. He just laughed and licked his lips sensually.

Then, he gasped loudly, eyes widening and turning around to sprint towards the bathroom.

"Shit! The water is still running, Wayne is gonna kill me!"

#omel is speaking! #omel's asks<3 #currently at work! #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #vamp!eddie #vampire!eddie #eddie munson x you #stranger things smut #tw: period sex #eddie eating you out as he should 🙄

[elvisgirlforever]

Raymond's neighbour part 1

She moved in next to one of the most ruthless and gorgeous gangsters know to the streets of London.

I had found a cute town house which was a little bit run down on the out skirts of central London I had immediately took a liking to it when I viewed it with the real estate agent it had this homey feel to it and I started to imagine all the different things I would do to it to truly make it my home so I immediately signed the mortgage for the house it had been months now and the house had been renovated to my liking and I finally moved in.

It had been a month now since I moved in. As I was walking in with my bag of shopping from good old Tesco I layed my eyes upon my neighbours house for the first time it had always slipped my mind but wow was it a magnificent house it had true character I wonder who lived there but that thought only lasted a second as my attention was drawn to the sound of ripping coming from my shitty Tesco bag as milk and eggs splattered all over the floor "fuckkkk" I muttered in pure annoyance to the shity bag as I went inside.

I sighed as I slumped onto the couch getting ready to put on Friday night dinner and eat my microwave pasta I realised I had forgotten the cheese I slowly got up from my comfy position and made my way to the kitchen to get the cheese, whilst in the middle of grating the cheese the sound of two voices conversing outside caught my attention so me being me went outside into the garden and began to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two males, "I love a Barbie" I hear one of the men say "so it heats up your knees and cooks at the same time" he says "you gotta show me how to get one Raymond" that name stayed there for a sec seeping into my soul 'Raymond' then the tone of the conversation changed "well you can take it if you fuck off now fletcher" i realised this isn't something I really should be listening to as I attempted to retreat into my cozy home my back went crashing into an old deck chair which caused me to fall back in a loud crash alerting the men to my presence I heard the one I'm guessing is Raymond usher fletcher back inside "shit great going neighbour" I said to myself.

I finally Built up the courage to knock at Raymonds house and I hope my little mishap yesterday had been forgotten. I walked up the old warn steps to his tall navy door and rang the bell which released a soft ding throughout the rustic styled house "coming" I heard a male voice say,the door opened with a soft creak reveling a tall man with blue eyes glasses a beard and slicked back blonde hair without realising my eyes began to travel down and take his frame in he was built brawd shoulders muscular arms and big hands my mind began to slip to images of his hands around my neck but those thoughts were stopped by a deep voice "hello can I help you?" I then remembered the reason I had came here "hi yes my name is y/n I just moved in next door thought I'd come and introduce myself" I said with a warm smile I noticed Raymond look me down eyes travelling to my low cut dress which exposed my cleavage he cleared his throat and responded "nice to meet you y/n my name is Raymond do you wanna come in for a cuppa just put the kettle on we can get more acquainted" he said eyeing me down once more with dark eyes.

I apologize for the bad grammar as this is my first fanfic hope you all like it and if you give me some input that would be greatly appreciated xxx

#Raymond smith x fm! reader

[hrina]

i fr am not trying to sound condescending but if i end up sounding like a dick pls skip this ask, but from one thick girl to another, how did u let go of the fear of your body and have sex/lose your virginity. idk i just turned 21 which ik isn’t old but i just wanna have these experiences alr bur i’m so afraid to shoot my shot bc of the rejection and how ppl might react to my body 😭 and yk i wanna let go of the mindset that i have to be small to have sex but fuckkkk it’s hard :(

i think it helps that i am also attracted to women as well as men, so like i think about how if i was dating and/or having sex w a woman, would i be judging her for her belly or her stretch marks or anything else? and the answer is always no. im attracted to fat women—women with big stomachs and love handles and double chins and cellulite and arm fat. so putting myself in those shoes and projecting that same attraction onto MYSELF was key, and that helped me overcome my insecurities a LOT.

now if ur straight: it also helps to remember that men’s bodies aren’t perfect either, i know there’s obviously a lot more stigma surrounding women’s bodies but when it comes down to it (aka ur getting naked with a man) they literally do not give a fuck. like they’re just excited to be getting some puss skfnsndnsnfbsb

#anon

[khodorkovskaya]

03.07.23

two things today! well actually three, the third one being that i feel like a bad friend to nik. more specifically i feel bad about being a bad friend to nik. but that's not very interesting. so here are the two things i wanted to talk about today:

getting cockedblocked by dinosaur stickers

i had a dream about my groomer and i thought about what happened again and it's so funny and absurd so i wanted to tell you about him.

1. so i went to the stationery store today cos i needed to get envelopes and there was this hot guy in the queue. so i was like heuheuheuh. and he started talking to me! and i was like oh my god, is this actually happening? like im being approached by a hot person for the first time in my life and not some a weirdo.

oh also, side note, i couldn't stop myself from buying holographic dinosaur stickers too. like. holographic dinosaur stickers!!!

so anyway this guy starts talking to me and he tells me he's from sweden and his travelling around europe. and he's going to milan by train tomorrow and since there's no wifi, he decided to buy a little notebook to pass the time. and i was like ooo what are you gonna write in the notebook? and he was like poetry. and i was like thinking to myself like oh my god. a hot guy who's also a sensitive soul. wow.

and he asks me what im buying and so i show him the holographic dinosaur stickers like "yeah i love dinosaurs".

and then he goes to pay for his notebook and just... leaves.

without saying bye to me. nothing.

like was it the dinosaur stickers that turned him off?????

like come on!

so i stood there with my stickers like uhhhhhhh

so yeah, that was very funny.

if anyone catches a swedish looking guy called theodore in milan tmr, lmk! i have questions!!!

2. so i had a very sort of disturbing dream today. in the dream the guy who groomed me when i was 17 reached out to me like "hey whats up". and in my dream i was like oooooo im looking for a lover, right? how about we hook up? so i sent him a message like "heyyy" but then i remembered that he was into spanking so i was like ew no actually never mind. and then i woke up and felt sick.

and i thought about it today bc as silly as it sounds i still have this fear that one day i'll bump into him on the street. like we went on a date to this restaurant in the old town once and every time i pass by that restaurant im like shit what if he's there! which is ridiculous like he doesn't live there. and plus he's from a different city, so there really isn't a chance. and it's been many years but i sometimes still imagine scenarios of like accidentally meeting him and it sends shivers down my spine.

the last time he messaged me was when i was already with B. i think i even documented it on here cos receiving that message shook me to the core. i was like fuckkkk. i remember he invited me to his flat in lausanne or something. and i was like 😬😬😬

but yeah i was thinking about him today and how weird of a person he was. so i was 17 and he was like 50+. i told him that i was 18 but still like why would a 50 yr old pursue an 18 yr old. like why did he become this way? what was going on in his head? like

i remember when we were on our way to germany (yep, i went to literal germany with this man) he said, in all seriousness, that women mature faster than men and at 18 a girl already has everything figured out. like ??? i look at photos of myself at that age and i look like a child in makeup like those kids in toddlers&tiaras. and i remember him telling me that i had the perfect body and like yeahhhhh i had the body of a child but with breasts like what the fuck.

(omg so i wanted to find a pic of him to show you guys like his vibe. so i went on his facebook profile and he has a pic of him when he was younger and he looks exactly like nik...... this is so creepy. cos like me and my london bestie used to joke about how nik is gonna grow up to be this like weird 50 yr old who only hangs out with 25 year olds. and wow. okay.)

but anyway, to give you an idea of what the guy was like, so first of all he's from podgorica. and his last name is kočan. like as in cabbagehead. 💀💀💀

and he's this like typical old guy who goes clubbing type. like skinny jeans + some weird thin scarf + thick framed rectangular glasses. he has this like purposefully négligé beard and grey hair that's shaved on the sides. he has a basic tattoo on his shoulder that he got when he was younger and now regrets. and uhh yeah.

now that i've looked thru his facebook photos, he often appears in the bojack horseman outfit lol. like skinny jeans + jumper + blazer to the club combo.

he has a lot of friends. every photo he posts has so many comments like "love you [name]", "have a great time", "miss you", "let's hang out", etc. he's very social and people seem to love him.

and used to do ket a lot, tried to get me to do it too. and it's weird cos i remember when he'd kiss me he tasted like cinnamon. so now i have this weird like association. like ive never tried ket but whenever people mention it im like "oh, the cinnamon tasting drug". ive always assumed it tasted like cinnamon. even tho apparently it tasted like piss..? anyway.

he's a dentist of some sort...? and i don't remember whether he owns the club yacht or he's a shareholder or if he's just friends with the people who run it. but basically there's like this cruise on a yacht with techno music.

he has a daughter who's like 10 years older than me.

yeah. anyway. this is weird. like i wonder what he was thinking when he was pursing me. and he wanted to make out and touch me allllll the time. like a man in his 50s... with a presumed 18 year old... likeeeee. i just want to take a peek inside his head, you know? like it's so weird. does he realise how fucked up he is? what makes a person become this way?

wow okay i scrolled to the bottom of his facebook profile and his younger pictures look so much like my friend nik it's creepy af.

oh i almost forgot! he has a tiny penis! it was so small that the condom kept falling off. it was hilarious.

so um yeah! were you groomed as a minor? lemme know in the comments bellow! 😃😃😃😃😃😃

#july

[oceanmoss]

not to sound like a 13 year old but fuckkkk moneyyyyy fuckkkk capitalismmmmm fuckkkkk the patriarchyyyyyy i can't do this anymore :(

#fighting for my life yk what i dont wanna try to change anything in my life anymore i retire #🧷

[goremet-chef]

bro...... reliving old trauma cuz nooo..... i must share because im like. GETTING MY NIGHTLY PARANOIA

in 2021 february 5th, 5 am (aka still fucking dark as hell outside), there was this car outside my window? (i live on the 2nd floor, the car was out in the culdesac behind our house which means i could see it on the street)

and it sounded like someone was in it tapping the horn to some weird specific tone, almost like a song? but fucked up right. AND IT SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME!!! because like.. i hate that shit man audio horror is the type im most receptive to because my brain has a tendency to replay shit i hear in astonishing detail!!! sometimes its full on hallucination, and it fucks me up when its horror related like actually the worst shit imaginable

SOOO i was scared and afraid to look but finally i did and THERE WAS NO ONE IN THE CAR MAN.... but the horn. like. what the fuckkkk there was no one AROUND it either

it fucked me up so bad that my brain forced the memory of what it sounded like out of my head permanently KSJFS thank you system trauma response get that shit out!!!

[omgcatboi]

Fuckkkk you're so hot with your gut hanging so low, just imagining how heavy you'd feel on top of me makes me go 🥵🥵🥵 damn

Any chance to get a full body shot? Or like a vid(fuck, pleaseeeee)? (Safe for the face of course)

Unfortunately it's hard to film my entire body as I have no one to film for me ( and I'm limited on angles, here ) but, I do have an old vid of me flopping my belly on the camera for a fun suffocation POV that I could spare? Sound like a fair trade?

#fatty answers

[allkinds-oftrash]

The Crown S5E7 Commentary

Non Spoiler Gist: Brilliant brilliant Diana centric episode - I loved every single minute of it! It was also interwoven well with Bashir prepping and manipulating Di into the interview, Diana’s romance with Dr. Hasnat Khan and a secondary  C-plot of Lizzie having lunches with William and Margot. 

Spoilers Under The Cut: 

The Bashir Interview episode Let's gooo

We love a Diana-centric episode Gosh she sounds so much like her I'm getting emotional I just love her so much??? This monologue on being separated is on point

Oooh we're getting Tween William this should be interesting Is that Dominic's actual son?? Nepotism at it's finest I wonder what he thinks of his dad's irl cheating and if he finds him being Charles as ironically meta as I do

Awww Harry my babeyyyy

Also gosh the press really were everywhere and invading every aspect of their lives huh This is so taunting he's like a spectacle Not them fighting at his school too LMAO THE SPITE HUG YES SHOW HIM THE LOVE DIANA

Bashir is KNEE deep in his research era huh Honestly all the scenes of him so far is just me being old enough to love Diana on my own and just watch every available clip and read every article on her. I was in the trenches with my Diana phase as a tween

Why does the actor look like this Tamil actor I know I'm shook they look very similar and like they could be related Okay I googled him no they do not only in this get up for some reason hsjjsjs Damnnn he's an ambitious one isn't he What are they doing with these bank statements???

Holy fuck the Earl Spencer's casting is EERIE they look THE SAME

What the fuckkkk I knew how he got the interview was unethical BUT NOT THIS UNETHICAL This is so shady omg omg This man I swear to God like he didn't waver ONCE

Lmao Diana saw this man ONCE and is a goner for him. She's just staring hshahh I really thought we'd get her and Dodi around this time but Hasnat Khan is pretty cute too I'll give her that She's adorable omggg

DIANA YOUR FRIEND'S HUSBAND MIGHT BE DYING AND YOU'RE THIRSTING OVER A MAN I cannot this is too funny pls Diana babes please read the room

Not William being short with his mother Goddd her phones being tapped is so scary

Oh dear god not the guys trying to take a pic of her WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK HER BRAKES AREN'T WORKING What the fuckkkkk I had a heart attack that was terrifying

Lmaoo this interaction with the Spencers - PEAK siblings Her paranoia was really preyed upon huh Poor her Patrick would notttt Bashir is lyinggg This is so painful to watch Danggg the way Elizabeth's face went red so fast damn girl she turned it ON

Oooh Willy is having lunch with Lizzie this ought to be fun Damn this boy has got the voice down we love to see it I really like their dynamic it's really sweet and kinda humanises them for me despite my issues with the two of them

NOT CHARLIES STILL TALKING ABOUT GORDONSTOUN The trauma is real yall

Awwee Diana in the hospital I love her so much she was really the sweetest soul wasn't she Lmaooo Di's like Oh??? My crush has noticed mee!!! She's so into him this is so cute I'm so invested in this sldhddjd

Ohmygod she called him sexy hskdjsk Dianaaaa A HUSBAND I LOVE HER BEING FLIRTY This Diana is SUCH A VIBEEEE "I'm constitutionally single" Lmaoo I'm using that They are ADORABLE why did it end 😭😭

Boooo Bashir leave her aloneee Holy shit mans is really laying it thick and telling her everything she wants to hear

Not Oprah being name dropped as an alternate for an interviewer Imagine if she had gotten the Di interview and also the H&M one - that would have been a TRIP

Damnnn the duality of the two Pakistani men in her life during this time. It's a very interesting parallel to see. One manipulating and exploiting her and the other offering her safety, privacy and kindness

Lmaooo Bashir did not say "I think she has a thing for me" Okay but thank god he didn't mean it like That That 1991 tour meant a lot to her didn't it? Lowkey wish we saw it instead of the Russian ep  We all have that special country away from home we fell in love with so I get it. I'm just glad they didn't make it out to be a exotic country or fetishise it in her eyes

Ohmygod she looks like Sophie Turner in that getup I got shook AWWE THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS I LOVE THEM OHMYGOD WHAT IS THIS FOREPLAY Their flirting is on point He keeps asking for consent it's so sexy

DR KHAN NO HSJDJJSJ Girlie was trying to be deep about her broken, neglected heart and this man goes "No your heart is fine. Quite a strong pulse actually." God he's SO endearing GJSHSJC DIANA I SWEAR She's sooo into him Bro she likes youuu and you like herr She did not call him a frog I'm screaming djdkdkd

Jesus Christ Lizzie we get it stop name calling and just say her name Yall are awful

Jesus Bashir are you trying to isolate her from EVERYONE Mans really using his mother tongue to his advantage I do sympathise with his struggles as an MOC in a very white industry  Gosh this is all so complex Like yeah he was REAL shady about it but he also did let her feel understood and allowed her that platform to lay it all on the line

"You can trust me" K Bashir K 🤡🤡

Oh dip this isn't the actual interview ep. Aights gonna take a short break before I watch the next one!

#The Crown #The Crown Season 5 #The Crown Spoilers

[millyhelp]

Jason Todd with a Latin girlfriend? And that typical culture shock when his girl asks him to take off his helmet to give her a blessing (a kiss on the forehead and the typical catechism phrase or a prayer, like "Dios te bendiga" I'm not going to say the prayer because I didn't go to catechism 💀) or the simple fact of Jason's strange look on the reader when he sees her wiping the table with an old shirt.

I DON'T KNOW, I'm from Mexico, I need something Latin, I like the idea of a Latin Jason but I prefer the idea of Jason with his Latin girl.

— 🐿️

GURLLLL I got you!! Well, I'm a latin too 😂 a Brazilian one, but a latin. I love Latin!Jason Too!!! He is just amazing and... fuckkkk. In my country we also have this custom of blessing people, but it's a different way.

Can I put you in my anon list?? I loved the emoji so much! AAAAAH

Que Dios te bendiga.

Jason Todd x Latin!Reader

warnings: none? Just something cute and religion? I would say more faith and prayer.

Jason was about to leave for patrol, his helmet was already on his head but you stopped him.

"Hey, that this off!" You poked his chest with a finger. Jason was definitely taller than you. You wore an old shirt that reached the top of your thighs.

"But I already kissed you... do you want another kiss?" the voice with the modifier gave you goosebumps

"Tempting, yes, but I want to bless you!" You poke his chest again. "Vamos! Necesitas irte!"

"Okayy, okayy." Jason takes off his helmet and leaves it under his arm. "I still don't understand why you always do this..."

Jason lowers his head to you and you place your small fingers on his forehead.

"Que Dios te bendiga y te proteja. Que los ángeles te traigan sanos y salvos hasta mí. Amén." ("May God bless you and protect you. May the angels bring you safely to me. Amen.") Jason smiled at you and lifted his head.

"Can I go now?" one of his eyebrows raised and a smug smile appeared on his lips

"¿Dónde está mi besito?" Jason laughed at the pout you made and pulled you into a deep, loving kiss.

"I will be back. Safe and sound for you." He whispered against your lips and walked away putting his helmet back on. He jumped out the window and you watched him until he disappeared from your eyes.

As much as you blessed Jason, he feared that your prayer would not be heard. He is a murderer, murderers cannot be saved. But he was sure that God would hear your through your good heart, and he always returned home, safe and sound, with some bruises, but safe.

Safe for you.

HOPE YOU LIKED

#jason todd #jason todd fluff #latin!reader #latina!reader #millyhelp asks~ #red hood #red hood fluff #anon #🐿 anon

[thisloveforyourmom]

no offense but how on earth does the voice acting industry get away with having 44 year olds voice 15 year old characters....i have no like fucking ETHICAL concerns or anything im just wondering how everyone seems to accept that vnfjdvnj. TODOROKI SOUNDS LIKE A 44 YEAR OLD IN THE ENGLISH DUB AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE

#BRO HE SOUNDS LIKE AN OLD MAN WHAT THE FUCKKKK #todoroki shouto #bnha dub