#spicy writing

[love-toxin]

MR O’HARA HAS ME ACTING FERAL BOTH OF MY LIPS HAS BEEN DROOLING SINCE I WATCHED ATSV OPENING NIGHT… I NEED HIM TO DESTROY ME

RIGHT??? LIKE--LIKE--

(cws: across the spiderverse spoilers, gn pronouns, smut, rough sex, mating press, size kink, biting/venom, belly bulges, mindbreak(?), breeding mention, a bit of forbidden love trope)

Like....imagine, if you will, becoming an assistant for the Spider-society after your dimension is destroyed. It's mostly because Miguel took pity on you since you're not a spider-person, you had nothing to do with the unravelling of your world, and/or you were meant to gain your spider-powers but an anomaly in your dimension prevented it. Since there's no place for you in another multiverse, he keeps you on his team both to give you asylum and to keep an eye on you just in case you prove to be an anomaly yourself....but it becomes pretty clear pretty early on that you're not really a threat. Not for violence, at least.

You're just a sweet thing that gets doted on by nearly everyone in the society--you're either a refreshing break from the endless spiderman variants running around or you remind the spiders of their Mary Janes, their Gwen Stacies, their Gayatri Singhs, and being a civilian to boot makes you the perfect candidate to have your things carried for you and be given web-slinging rides around the facility even though you're supposed to be the assistant here.

But even so, even though you're treated so lightly, Miguel really likes you and even--gasp--enjoys your company. It can be hard to tell with him, but the most perceptive of the spiders notice that Miguel keeps you in his good graces always. When he's stressed or in a bad mood, he collects himself before he speaks to you. He never snaps at you, and on the very rare times you get caught in his crosshairs, he apologizes quietly and gently and reiterates that whatever it was about, it wasn't your fault. He gives you so much wiggle room for error to the point that his companions sometimes complain outright that he's such a hardass, but he never berates you when you make a mistake, and without fail Miguel will come up with some reason for it; "That's because they don't screw up as often as you do" or "At least I can trust them to do their job", or he'll just tell whoever's bitching to leave you out of it and he'll dismiss you to discuss the matter privately.

Surprisingly, those incidents don't bother him nearly as much as when the inner circle starts getting closer to you. He feels this deep need to pull you away when Gwen offers to take you on a trip through the dimensions (although that's just plain dangerous), but it also bubbles up when Hobie hangs around and encourages you to join his band, and when Jess asks you questions about your life and is eager to hear about any potential romances you might be getting yourself into--there's a lot of single spider-people out there, and you're not tied to any dimension, so you've got plenty of options!

God, Miguel hates when Jess brings that up. You don't need to go anywhere, your place is here. You can stay here safely, which is something he can't promise in any of those other dimensions the spiders come from. But that's not the real reason, he realizes that when he feels that tingle at the sight of you holding Mayday and playing with her, having been given the task of impromptu babysitter for Peter when he has to rush off and do damage control somewhere.

It's you. He likes having you around, and it's not about letting you venture off into other dimensions, he just doesn't want you to leave him. That's why he loves it when you reply to those people, when you tell them "Oh, but I couldn't leave Mr. O'Hara! He'd lose his head without me." or "I really like this job, actually. I wanna keep working under Mr. Miguel." and especially "Miguel saved my life, I owe him all I can give. I could never leave him all alone." because it just reaffirms that desire for him to keep you as close to his side as possible. When he replays those videos of himself and his daughter, the pain is dulled for a while as he sees your eyes in hers, and envisions a future where you create a new family with him--one that he can properly protect this time.

It's that fantasy that emboldens him to lay hands on you, your body so puny and small in comparison to his massive frame, so fragile as he holds your hips in both hands and waits for you to tell him this isn't really what you want. He's waiting for it, anticipating it, even reminding you that you have the option when you look up at him shell-shocked. He promises that your answer won't affect your position here. It falls on deaf ears, however, because you desperately want to kiss him but you just don't think you can reach.

It's so adorable to see you try. Up on your tiptoes, clutching at his suit, straining to try and reach him where he's at--all it takes is an arm around your waist and he's got you off your feet and in the air, perfectly situated to press your pretty mouth to his own and awaken his instincts that have laid dormant all these long years. The stress of keeping each and every dimension following its intended canon has nearly broken him, it might have done so already if not for your unexpected appearance in his life. It's riled him up so much he doesn't think twice about taking you back to his place, nor gives him second thoughts when you help him peel that tight suit off and he tears through your clothes just as easily--maybe it really doesn't matter. His world is gone and so is yours, but you're both still here and you're begging him for another kiss, for more attention. How sweet could you possibly be? Pleading for something you'll always have and not realizing it's the least you deserve, perfect as you are?

Miguel just can't help himself anymore, he's too far gone and you’re too angelic for him to let down when you want him so badly. You don't seem to mind the rough treatment as he pushes you down either, no, you thrive on his aggressiveness and even encourage it to come out as he clambers over you. That pretty smile and those giggles as he shoves your thighs apart and spits, his venom sending electrifying tingles up and down your spine as he fingers the makeshift lube inside you. He's so bulky you can't even get your legs all the way around him when he lowers himself, forced to let your heels scrabble down his lower back as you struggle to find some kind of purchase on him--to just grab something and let it keep you steady as he slides in and rocks you into oblivion. The toxins loosen you up too, thank god, or else you'd be seriously struggling to take him in when he's practically twice your size. And he doesn't want to force it in, he just wants to ease you into the process before he allows himself to batter your poor body with thrusts that shake the whole bed--it's a little bit of payback for flaunting your pretty self around his office without ever telling him how you actually feel about him. Now you know exactly what you've been missing.

Drooling, hair sticking to your skin, sweat dripping down your chest, body gripping him like a vice yet endlessly slick....you're a total mess and he couldn't be more satisfied. You don't even try to keep yourself together, but that's all that he wants--he wants you to lose yourself in the way he makes you feel so you won't ever want to leave. The taboo is there; you're not from his dimension, he shouldn't be planning any kind of future with someone who doesn't belong in his world. But it makes it all more thrilling in the moment even if he can reason his way around it, it makes his every thrust gain power until he's breaking your willpower down enough to have your eyes rolling back in your head, hips jumping weakly as you try to participate. You don't even know how good you make him feel without lifting a finger.

Gliding through you as if you couldn't be more willing to take him, his position is clear just from a glance down at your stomach--the bulge is obvious, and as sickening as it could be your whines as you brush your fingertips over it sing his praises without a coherent word. You're so wet and stupid and needy on his cock, clearly he should've done this a long time ago when you were so much worse at hiding your pining looks at him from across the room. If he knew it would culminate into this, he would've saved the assistant crap and turned you into his stress relief toy that very first day. If he had, you might've already had a family by now....knowing him, at least.

It's still just as sweet to lick your tears up now, though. You're already drunk on his cock, it doesn't make much more difference for him to sink his fangs into your throat and pump you full of more venom straight from the source, the shock sending you straight into orgasm and dragging it out for so long he fears you might just pass out from the pleasure. It's like he's juicing up a plump little fruit until it's so ripe it could burst. And as if your own ecstasy wasn't enough, you really lose it when Miguel has you pinned and flooding that sore, fluttering little hole with so much seed it burns. Jets of pearly-white cum squirting down your thighs, painting you like a canvas without him even pulling out, because you just can't take him at his peak and you know it. You just have to whine and squirm beneath him as he fills you up, his hot breath puffing over your cheeks as he keeps you barely still enough not to wiggle away. With a shift of your hips you nearly slip off right up to the tip, his cum sloshing about and making everything too slick--but a hand slides up your neck and grips the crown of your head, his biceps flexing as he slowly pushes you back down with vermillion eyes piercing through your heated flesh. Lower, deeper, until he's seated himself up in your guts again and holds you there to milk those last few shots out of him, keep him nice and warm with those precious walls uncontrollably spasming around him. Doesn't stop you from pulling his head down closer, though, and whispering your praises while begging in whimpers in equal measure, urging him not to stop now. You're not ready to let him go.

How convenient is that? Miguel won't ever let you go, and he's known that deep in his chest since the moment you arrived--it couldn't make him any more satisfied to know that you feel the exact same way.

#don't look at me i know im 100% off the shits #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman x reader #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

[sarahthebanished]

warning: heavy smut, porn with a plot, handcuffs, oral sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, teasing, rough sex, p in v sex, drug use, heavy adult lanuage, dirty talk, mild degredation.

Part Two

check out my masterlist here. manip by Shelby Chamberlain.

Eddie didn’t know how he got himself into this situation. His hands were above his head, shoulders stretched into an almost uncomfortable position. His wrists being squeezed tightly by the cold metal of the handcuffs that HE had planned to use on YOU.

But as you spun yourself around at the edge of the bed, hips swaying to the music, joint in hand…he didn’t really regret it.

You were wearing his hellfire shirt and a pair of black cotton panties with delicate lace trimming. Your hair wild around your face, eyes heavy from the weed. Eddie could watch you forever.

“You gonna turn around and show me the good stuff?” Eddie called out to you over the music. You shot him a sly glance and rotated your hips a few times until your ass was facing him, continuing to dance slowly. Eddie’s dick was already starting to harden just watching you.

“You want some?” you asked Eddie, holding the joint out. He nodded and you stowed the joint away between your lips as you crawled across the mattress to Eddie.

Taking a deep draw, you brought your lips to his, centimeters from contact, and blew the smoke out slowly as he inhaled it into his own lungs. Eddie jerked forward, wanting to touch you, forgetting for a moment that he was restrained. He growled a little when he realized.

“Poor Eddie can’t put his hands on me,” you cooed, withdrawing and perching on your knees in front of him. “Wish you could touch?” you teased, spreading your knees across the fabric of the sheets until your clothed heat was on display.

“I do,” he admitted, licking his lips. You saw through his boxers that he meant what he said, his arousal pressing through the fabric.

Eddie watched with desperation as you placed your hand on your own pussy, rubbing yourself through your panties slowly. You exaggerated your own pleasure for the purpose of taunting him, head falling back and letting out a needy groan.

Eddie wriggled his hips, desperate for some sort of stimulation. None came.

“Please, let me touch you.”

You cocked your head to the side, as if really considering it, before pushing off your knees and standing on the mattress, your head almost touching the low roof of the trailer.

“Hold this,” you instructed, sticking the almost burned up joint in Eddie’s lips and then wriggling out of your panties, which you tossed into Eddie’s lap. Eddie took an inhale of the joint and blew it out his nose as he watched you. God, you were evil.

Yanking the joint front his lips and placing it in yours instead, you sauntered over to him and placed a leg on either side of his torso, looking down at him holding all the power in your pretty little hands.

Your pussy was inches from his mouth, and he could smell the sweet scent he had grown to love. His cock twitched and he pulled forward, his wrists straining on the cuffs. You leaned forward slightly, allowing his lips to barely touch your mound.

“Wanna taste you,” Eddie sighed out with earnest. “Please.”

Taking a step forward, you gave him what he wanted. Eddie ran his tongue in between your lips and found the delicate little bud, loving how you spasmed from the sudden sensation. Eddie wasn’t shy, using his tongue to work every inch of skin he could reach, licking, sucking and kissing. You threw your head back and moaned, legs trembling softly.

You didn’t let him enjoy for long, before stepping back and pushing at his head with your hand.

He looked up at you, your wetness and his spit glossing his lips and chin. “Come back,” Eddie insisted but you shook your head no.

“Your tongue feels so good, Eddie,” you praised him, rubbing your hand across your thigh and toward your aching center. “Let me make you feel good,” Eddie encouraged you, his mouth open and ready, hands opening and closing, grabbing at nothing from their spot against the bed frame.

You took the joint from your mouth and snuffed it out in the ash tray next to the bed, before standing at attention in front of Eddie once again. You slid two fingers through your slit and gathered the wetness, bringing it to your mouth, sucking your fingers clean. Eddie groaned. “Fucking hell,” he banged his head against the headboard. His hips bucked involuntarily.

“Baby, please,” he begged, “let me make you feel good.”

You stepped back in reach and let Eddie continue to work you with his tongue. Bracing yourself with one hand on the wall and the other on the back of his head, you gently rolled your hips into his mouth as he guided you to release. “So fucking good, Eddie,” you praised. “Gonna make me cum all over your face.”

Eddie groaned at this, vibration from his throat transferring to your clit which increased the pleasure. “Keep going,” you encouraged, though you knew he wouldn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” a slew of curses left your mouth as your orgasm rained down on you. Eddie was staring up at you, eyes wide and mouth buried in your pussy as you came hard. After a few seconds, he slowed and eventually stopped and replaced his desperate licks with gentle kisses to your thighs.

You collapsed on the bed, legs still around him. Eddie eyed your pussy, dripping and slightly swollen, it was wet and ready for a good fucking. If only he could get to you.

You laid there, catching your breath and enjoying the post orgasm bliss. Eddie was tortured, your body just out of reach again. His balls ached and his dick felt like it was going to burst from the pressure. He wanted release so badly.

“Please, sweetheart,” he whined, “I need to fuck you.”

You laughed, “how bad?”

“So fucking bad.” Eddie answered, he was practically rabid. His thoughts were blurred, nothing but desire. You moved towards him, hands touching him through his boxers. He hissed and bucked up into the touch. “So fucking hard for me,” you toyed with him.

“All yours,” he whispered out, basically drooling on himself. “Mine.” You repeated, leaning in to kiss him. Eddies lips crashed into yours, devouring your mouth like he had done your pussy. You tasted yourself on him and it made your walls clench.

You pulled him out of the hole in his underwear, stroking his length with a tight fist. He groaned into your mouth. “Such a needy baby,” you commented, thumb wiping away the pre-cum that was oozing from the tip. “Need you,” Eddie said, “need to be inside.”

He was fucking up into your fist harshly, the dry friction feeling too good on his aching erection.

You straddled him, using your hand to place his tip right against your opening.

“Is this what you want?” you asked him. “Fuck yes,” he answered by thrusting upwards causing the entrance of your wetness to wrap around his head, but you kept your hips just high enough that he could go no further.

“I swear to God, woman,” he groaned, hanging his head limply and violently thrashing his wrists at the restraints. “Let me out of these and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Eddie said the words like a threat, and you chuckled at them. “No, no. You can stay where you are.”

You rotated your hips, the head of Eddie’s sensitive cock barely inside of you, and he moaned. “Stop that.”

“I don’t think you really mean that,” you answered, grinding down a little further onto his length.

“I can’t stand it,” he seemed like he might cry. “You’re fucking evil.”

You sat down on him fully, quickly taking the length of him. Your walls stretched comfortably to accommodate his size, form fitting like memory foam. He let out a cry of satisfaction.

“Take what you need, baby,” you gave him permission and Eddie began fucking up into you as quickly as he could, the head of his cock slamming into the spot inside you that made you scream. Eddie was wild with need, his eyes focused on your breasts, still in his hellfire shirt, bouncing with his motions.

“Fucking tease,” Eddie hissed out, his balls slapping into your ass with each violent thrust. “Is this what you wanted, huh? You wanted to be fucked hard?” You placed your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself, his upward motions so intense he was almost throwing you off of him.

You were making the most unholy of noises, filled with sensation from the brutal pace as he fucked up into you like a toy. “Eddie,” you cried his name. “You like being fucked hard, don’t you sweetheart? Little fucking dirty girl,” his words made you needier and you began to bounce down into his thrusts, which pulled an animalistic grunt from his throat.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, “fuck yourself on me like a desperate slut.” And you did, bouncing on his cock until your thighs were burning and you were right on the edge of another orgasm. “You gonna cum, sweetheart? Cum all over my cock. I want you to.”

Eddies words sent you crashing over the edge, your motions stopping as every muscle spasmed. At your lacking, Eddie picked his pace back up, and you screamed so loudly you were sure the entire trailer park could hear. Eddie felt your pussy clench around him, and that combined with the sounds and sights of your orgasm pushing him right to the edge himself.

“I’m close,” he warned, signaling for you to jump off.

But you didn’t.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned you again, with more urgency.

“Cum inside me, Eddie, please,” you begged him this time, the roles of desperation reversed despite the hand cuffs. “Fill me up.”

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie cried out, releasing inside of you suddenly, his thrusts faltering for a moment before he continued to fuck into you, milking himself for all he had. He let out deep grunts of satisfaction and your body went limp on his, hunching over to rest your head on his shoulder.

Still inside of you, Eddie came down off his high as you gently kissed and nibbled at the exposed skin of his neck.

“Was so good,” you praised.

“Let me out of these fucking things, yea?” Eddie asked, feeling bruising starting from the pull and tug.

“I don’t think so,” you said, rolling off him carefully and admiring the mess left behind on his softening dick. “We can go round two here in a little bit.”

Click here for Part Two

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#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #one shot #spicy writing #eddie x fem!reader #perv!eddie munson

[monstercampus]

Ellie, spare some crumbs about the Headless Horseman pwease 👉👈 is he mean mean or mean 🥺

(cws: dub/noncon)

Oh, he is mean. You'd think a mascot whose likeness has been chibi-fied and cartooned into adorable stickers for the book store to sell would be cute, right? Nice? Friendly?

Nah! The Horseman is mean as hell, and he's fucking nasty. He's old as shit and crotchety too, riding around on his horse like he owns the place and swiping at students who trample on the freshly-demon-horse-mowed lawns. Hundreds of years ago he was a renowned duke, known for both his prowess in battle and his beast-taming skills for miles and miles around. But being beheaded cut that career a bit short, and after his soul wandered aimlessly for decades looking for it, he finally settled on campus grounds and the student body adopted him as their mascot. Since then, he's begrudgingly worked for his "room and board" so to speak as a fixture on the sports field, often trotting around keeping students in line or tending the lawns and the vegetable gardens. He's mostly active at night as a patrol for naughty students breaking curfew or potential intruders, several of which he's caught over the last century and.....helpfully dismantled.

Your best hope is to just avoid him, not gonna lie. He's not giving you special treatment just cause you're a human. In fact, he can be even more brutal than he would be towards a monster student that he's caught outside after dark, because if he catches you.....well, it's been a long time since he felt any warmth, and humans are much more fragile than monsters. If he can't fight you properly and he knows you won't be able to run fast enough for him to give you a scare, then he'll have to resort to other means.

'Other' meaning he'll just have to sit you on his lap and see if he can fit inside. You dumb humans are so easy to rewire--you can be trained to take monster cock, it just takes practice. And when he yanks you up and keeps riding around with you settled there, squirming and blubbering in his lap for anyone to stop by and watch, it won't take very long to get you used to it. If you can somehow make him cum you should count yourself as one of the lucky ones, but a sloppy mess spilling down your legs doesn't mean he's gonna pull out any earlier. You're staying there until he's done, until you've received adept punishment, and only then will his apparition finally disappear as dawn breaks and you're left pitched over in the grass--weak, a little drunk off his musky smell, and totally wet, soaked in your own fluids and his. Good luck running back to your dorm without anyone spotting you on their way to class!

#headless horseman #headless horseman x reader #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster campus #monster campus introductions #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

[yanverse]

I’m curious how the yans would react to their darling suggesting being free use? Some of them would never act right EVER again; but I also think some would start out too nervous to make a move, but once they do it a few times, they become something of a menace.

prrrrr.......free use, you say? i have.......ideas >:) (lmk if u want more! <3)

Elias, Kaito, Lilith, Isabelle, Adrian, Nina

(cws: free use kink, domination, degradation, dressing up, fingering, overstimulation, messy sex)

Elias obviously needs to keep you around while he's working, and it just so happens that he's also in need of a good secretary for his practice. Win-win! He can have the best of both worlds: keep you close enough that he can see you whenever he wants, and you've got something to busy yourself with when he gives you paperwork--but aside from filing a few things you basically just get to mess around on the computer while he's in session. And unless you're into it, you won't be hearing any questionable noises and thumping through the wall--he's had to rebrand and lost some repeat customers, but he's a taken man now, so no more shenanigans.

Of course, that means you've got a much hornier, much needier cowboy on your hands than you're used to. He doesn't need to jerk off between clients or on his break anymore if the mood hits him midday--that's what he's got you for now, right? He can just waltz out of his office, tap you on the shoulder, and drop to his knees right there. Worried you'll get caught, that someone might walk in early or a solicitor will drop by? Then you just need to stay nice and quiet while he's under your desk. He might just end up leaving indents in the floor from the spurs on his boots, cause it's so easy and you're so accessible and you don't even have to stop working! In fact, if he's in the mood to tease, he might dangle the threat of stopping over your head if you don't keep working while he goes down on you.

But knowing him, there'll be an equal chance of him rushing over, locking the door to the office, and just throwing you over the desk like he can't wait a second longer to have you. There's a reason he's got so much time in between his clients, and it's because there's no better time to mess up his cute little secretary, and make sure you have to sit with his cum leaking down your legs the rest of the day.

Kaito has half a mind to just sit you on his lap all day. He doesn't have to go out for work, he barely leaves the house as is, and you're around each other most of the time anyways. Why not? He could game or tweak his latest sketches with you settled and comfy on his lap, his cock twitching softly inside you with those pretty mewls of yours perking him up. That, to him, is heaven.

If that's not the case, though, then sparing a hand to entertain you is just as good. Especially if you're in an argument, or if he's mad at you, or if he's just annoyed but not in the mood to talk about it. He doesn't even have to be paying attention, but more than likely you'll be begging for him to give you some.

With the spare seat next to him and his eyes glued to his computer screen, he only needs one hand to fiddle with his tablet pen as he shades his latest drawing. And all the while he has his fingers buried between your legs, his reactions minimal as you soak his chair with sweat and grab at his sleeve in desperation. You keep cumming all over yourself, you're a mess, and he's already gonna have to clean you up after so at least don't distract him. Each orgasm aches more than the last with overstimulation melting your brain into your skull, but you won't even stop him. You probably could, but why would you? He said it himself: he's gonna clean you up when he's done, you just have to wait until he finishes up. But knowing Kaito, odds are he's gonna make you much, much messier before he actually gets to that part.

Lilith loves providing for you. She loves to make you happy, to come home with money and food and love, and to shower you with everything she has without you having to lift a finger. You love her, you've done enough.

But when the opportunity to bus tables at her restaurant comes around, it's a hard deal to ignore. Extra income, extra time together, and extra chances for you to socialize and put in some hard work? If you're all over it then she can't exactly say no. A good girlfriend wouldn't say no to such a simple request. It may have her biting her nails at first, but seeing you succeed fills her with a feeling of pride that gives her an extra spring in her step on those extra-hard days.

But she's lucky that the diner has so few willing waitresses and such a small staff to begin with, because you two can get so close to getting caught with your pants down. She'd never consider getting off at work before this, but with you so present and available all the time...shooting her those lusty looks across the dining room, bending over just a little too far while you're cleaning tables, brushing by her just a little too close while she's taking an order...if she didn't pull you into the bathroom and push you up against the stall, she might just go crazy. Whether it's your hand up her skirt or hers down yours, it really doesn't matter--if you're going to let her touch you whenever she wants, then she has to take advantage of it. Nearly every break soon turns into a chance to get away, her lunch swapped out for a glorious ten minutes with your legs spread, body bent forward, and her tongue making short work of that promise you made that you'd stay quiet.

Isabelle isn't offered the suggestion of free use. You are free use. You're her toy, you're meant to be used, and you're smart enough to know that she doesn't take such a stance lightly. She's not fucking around with any of that touchy-feely, "casual dominance" crap. You'll know she's dominating you because she won't let you forget your place--look away for a moment, let your guard down, and you'll be pounced on before you can make sense of it. Even if she's just finished making you cum for every year you've been alive, she could very well come back into the room after a minute and decide she's not quite done yet. Bathing, showering, eating, sleeping, it's all the same. So long as you're still breathing, there's an incredibly high chance that you won't go very long without her weight pinning you down or your legs pulled apart for her to have a taste. But at least you're still alive, which is more than can be said for Isabelle's other playthings and romantic interests.

You would think that someone as poised, confident, and professional as Dr. Moorwell wouldn't be nearly as intrigued by the concept. Adrian is a romantic, after all--a chivalrous one at that--so you would struggle to imagine him as being so crass and self-indulgent with his lover.

Alas, he is. In fact, he's like a beast while in pursuit of it. Adrian loves to catch you while you're unawares; reading, reaching up for something on a high shelf, organizing his library, taking a sip of your drink, crawling under the sofa to retrieve whatever you dropped, the view makes him shudder and his belt comes off like the buckle is melting. There's always a touch first, a light tap or a brush down your sides to reassure you that it's him, but it's just a formality. The quick smack of his palm hitting your backside is the real test, because so long as your cute little squeal is followed up by a whine or a moan, he knows there's no risk. He can squeeze you, pull you apart, violate those precious, sacred spots so deep they've never seen the light, and it'll satisfy you to the point of making you gush all over him like he's turned the dial of a sprinkler.

At this point he might as well give you the title of housemaid. Your presence in his home reassures such tidy, homely feelings even amidst the stacked clutter and the piles of unread books. Besides, he'd have an excuse to put you in one of those silly, frilly costumes with the headbands and the wrist cuffs, and you could call him--w-well, it doesn't matter what you call him, so long as you prance around as happy and sweet as usual, and look at him with all that love in your eyes even once he's reduced you to tears and trembling legs.

Nina would be the last person to ever accept such a sinister request. Touch you? Unprompted? Without gloves, or a thorough hand washing, or..? You seriously think she would ever do such a thing on a whim?

That terrible attitude only lasts a few minutes, however, because her complaints are only a farce for how her mind has started working in overdrive. Because you like her enough to ask her for something so lewd. Because you think she's pretty. Because you look at her and think hot, wet thoughts despite her difficult attitude and her insistence on keeping everything clean. You desire her, and that's a feeling that's only come by on very, very rare occasions.

Hence why your request is fulfilled so quickly--like, less than twenty minutes quickly. Less than the time it would take for her to shower and scrub and go through her step-by-step routine in order to touch you, because the waiting is too agonizing and she just has to feel you. To feel your love and your beating heart in your chest, your pulse pounding all the way up your fingertips as you spread her open on your stupid, dirty, filthy hands. The only reason she'll allow it is just because it's you, but don't you dare get a big head! This is just more convenient for her. She'll just take a shower afterwards. But...well, you're coming with her. It'll surely be easier to clean up if you're already in there, so if you think your bathing time from then on is going to go uninterrupted, you'll be very sorely mistaken.

#yandereverse #spicy writing #elias norwood #kaito ooe #lilith surrey #adrian moorwell #isabelle dmitriev #nina sojourn #male yandere #female yandere #ellie writes #yandere x reader #anons

[himbo-in-limbo]

BONNIE WOULD WEAR THAT DADDYS BOY SHIRT HE WOULD

Bonnie: *Wearing shirt.*

Freddy: Bonnie! You cannot wear that!

Bonnie: But why daddy?

Freddy: I-

Me and You also wearing said shirt: Yeah, why not?

-🐦‍⬛

Tw daddy kink LMAO n raunchy topics so kiddies be gone!! 🔥

Just standing next to my wife makes me very happy…

Anyways yes he very much would 😏 maybe Freddie stutters bc he’s used to being called that in private hur hur hur

We’re all mostly surprised that they made the shirt in his size…

#crow asks 🐦‍⬛ #my art #digital art #tw spicy #spicy writing #not rly but #glamrock fronnie #tw daddy kink #i’m so eepy

[erenspussy420]

twst guys who would totally let you use them as a  🍆🍆 part 2

Part 2, to using the twst boys as you’re 🍆👅. I take no criticisms on this, it’s brainrot at it’s finest.

Fem Reader insert

Everyone is 18+above.

MDNI, 18+ONLY

If anyone knows how to link posts to each other please tell me, I’m very dumb.

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Leona Kingscholar: Yeah I fucking said it, but I have a point! And so does he! And so did you with the way you promised him he can use you as he likes next time. All he had to do was let you use him and he could sit back and enjoy the show. He's taking you in his dorm room, even if the windows are wide open who the fuck is even ballsy enough to try and take a peek? No one, who still has any common sense. With that, Leona lays on a mountain of pillows, watching you drool on his cock, using your hand to make up what your mouth couldn't fit. You’re hands on his hips, bobbing your head up and down, mewling, when his hand gives you guidance to take more. Your top is gone, with your tits out free for him to enjoy earlier when you massaged his cock between them, they’re still covered in his thick white seed. He lays back with a smug look on his face, as you pleasure yourself with his dick alone. Maybe he should let you do this more often.

Neige LeBlanche: Even with his sweet and usually calm composure, his hand that holds his tea cup is shaking so bad he spilt half his tea before he could even set it down. Oh, how can you do this to sweet, innocent, doe eye Neige? Because you want to, and he usually can't say no to you even to this. Neige has to sneak out of his own dorm to yours as he shared a room with some of the dwarves, the thought of you using him urged him to sprint faster in the forest. He has to be careful ok, can’t have fans find out. Even if the idea of you, with your phone out camera rolling as you fuck Neige into the bed, both of his wrist held over his head were in your grip, and a camera pointed down on him as he begs you to go faster. He has complete trust in you, but the idea of you two on camera is thrilling. You kiss him hard, rolling your hips down on him, before telling Neige he’s going to be your toy until he’s emptied everything in you. He hopes he can make it before the first bell in the morning. Bonus: He gets his own video of you using him, he was so lucky to have his phone on silent in his dressing room, because he sure damn wasn’t silent in that video.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul's glasses cracked the second you tell him you want to use him as a dildo. He's so fucking happy no one is in the office except you two when you told him that. If he wasn't trying to stop from dying, he would admire your bravery. He's a hot mess though, so please give him time ok, he'll do it for you ok. But human form, gotta work your way up to living the tentacle dream.  With pants off, boxers shoved down, you're making yourself comfortable on his lap, grinding against his dick, as his hands dig into the armrest of his chair. The heat of your cunt on him,  grinding down on his hard dick, how badly he wants to be in you, but you won't let him yet. Then the praises for him as a dildo, from the way it stretches you out, the feeling of it throbbing and how it’s cute, is make it hard for him to swallow, especially the way you describe wanting his tentacles in you, cause the tentacle dildo back at your dorm isn't enough. He can feel his body burn up at that, you- you have a tentacle dildo at your dorm. His mind is racing before he knows it you shuffled back a bit, taking his wet cock into your hands squeezing it as the pearly white cum milks out. He's gasping, writhing in his chair. "Oh this dildo is so good, mmm I just wonder how many more can I stuff in me next time?" Fuck, he can stuff you as much as you want.

Rook Hunt: Please, please look at him and tell me he wouldn't. He would be so ecstatic at the idea of it. You don't have to even convince him, just stop him from going all out ok. Rook is a great lover, so supportive, he takes in account of all your needs and praises your courage when you two are in his room, surrounded by rose petals and nice smelling perfume in the air. He even tied himself up for you for easier access, don't ask how he did, but it's very nice of him. Gag him, please. You might want to, but you're going to miss out on him praising you to his full vocabulary. You're so beautiful in his eyes, even with sweat beading down from you, as you snap your hips down on him, taking him fully to the hilt, you're bent forward using his legs as leverage as you continue to pleasure yourself on him. He has a beautiful view of your behind, his eyes dilated at the sight of his cock coming in and out of you so smoothly, the slick of your pussy on him. Is it so bad he helps with a bit more thrusting for your pleasure? The way you're moaning as you shove your hips down wildly on him, has him pick up the pace for you. He's very glad the mirrors on the ceiling are showing the most beautiful reflection for him.

#twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst azul #twst leona #twst neige #twst rook #rook hunt #leona kingscholar #neige leblanche #azul ashengrotto #spicy writing #twst x y/n #reader insert

[grapenamjams]

All For Me

Genre: smut, NSFW

Characters: Muriel from the Arcana & fem. Reader

Contains: oral (M. Receiving), M. Masturbation, Voyeurism?, soft dom Muriel?

A/N: tried a different writing style. I don’t know if I like it though….

You considered tonight one of those moments were you were glad that you had been blessed with the ability to use magic.

Enchanting the walls of your room above the shop to contain the noises coming from your bed. Keeping every gasp and moan private, to only you and Muriel.

Of course Muriel’s moans we’re currently muffled against you. With you’re Thighs on either side of his head, his tongue lapped, swirled and sucked as much as he could. His now expert mouth after countless nights like these, had your moans and praises be the ones reverberating off the invisible walls.

Having both of your hands gripping the headboard infront of you as your mouth loosened with moans as Muriel’s tongue flicked your sensitive clit while sucking. The noises your body made along with his deep intakes of breath increasing that pleasure flowing through you.

You could feel the all to familiar build up within you’re core. Needing more, you thread your right hand fingers through his dark thick hair, pulling slightly causing him to moan into you which sent a vibration through you that made you start to grind against his mouth.

His stubble added to the pleasure to your center and along your thighs, imagining his beard soaked with your essence. Muriel indulged your greedy movements for a second, flattening his tongue so you could use it as you pleased.

But a whimper and plea falls out of you when his large hands tightens around your hips, stoping you, knowing well enough if he had let you continue, you would have came sooner than he wanted you too and he was far from done tasting you.

Your hips jutted unconsciously having Muriel let out a disproving grunt. Lifting you slightly away from him to look at you. The sight alone could have made you go over the edge. His face underneath you with a gleam of both sweat and your juice. his usual forest eyes darkened with want and his jet black hair a mess in your hand.

Unfortunately you were instructed to place it back on the headboard, in order to keep you from squirming above him. The ache pulsing from your center from the brief lack of stimulation was soon replaced by his warm tongue.

Muriel Hummed in delight in being able to taste you again, never being able to get enough of you. Enjoying everything about being in between your legs, being able to stay there for hours if it was possible. His movements were soft and slow, taking his time with you. Committing every gasp, clench, and shiver from you into memory.

One hand stayed on your hip as the other went up your back feeling your hot skin under his rough hand splayed out against your back. Making way to your lower back again he pushes you more into him. Continuing his torturous play.

That’s what it was, torture. Somehow he has been keeping you right along the edge. Building you up till your brain thought of nothing else but his mouth on you. If you moved your hips you knew it would cause him to stop and torture you further, and you didn’t know if you were able to handle that right now.

You opened your eyes when your head leaned back at a specific jolt of pleasure ran through you. A gleam catches your eye, realizing it was the reflection of a mirror at the corner of your room, it was angled in such a way that allowed you too see Muriels lower half, which meant you could visibly see his own need straining against the fabric of his undergarment.

An idea made it’s way into your head that filled you with more arousal than you thought possible. He was making you feel so good that you also wanted him to find release. Wanting him to use you to get himself off.

Muriel’s eyebrows rising up and his mouth stopping for a moment was a sign that he had heard your words. Eyes looking up at you taking in your moving chest, flushed face and teasing smile above him. He was throbbing from the moment he placed you on his face. Aching with each passing moment. But up till now he was solely focused on you, now that it had come to his attention the fabric was to constricting and uncomfortable. After some encouragement from you, relieving some shyness about you seeing him like this. One of his hands left your hips to reach down his toned stomach to take out his painfully hardened cock.

A pleased sigh leaves his mouth at the relief. You watch it twitch in the mirror, tip blushed pink with a large drop of precum already running down the length of him making your center throb and pool with more arousal. You continue to watch as Muriel begins to move his hand, fingers spreading the liquid around. His hips jutt out slightly at the new and needed sensation, having a pretty moan ring out. Your eyes look back at his face, seeing his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

However it didn’t take long for his eyes to open, giving you a small grin before his mouth was on you again. Having you moan out his name. His moans were constant and deeper now that he was touching himself. You tried to not shut your eyes as you watched his hand in the mirror moving up and down, setting a pace for himself.

Seeing him pump himself, with his moans sending a stream of vibrations through you as he ate you out the same time was to much for you. Already being at the edge for so long with the added sensations, a plea left your lips as you shut your eyes. A muffled response was given to you as well as a moan and lips around your clit helping you let your self go over the edge feeling that rush of ecstasy. Your hands turned white from gripping the headboard in order to not close your thighs around him.

Your hips unconsciously moved, ridding out your orgasm as Muriel’s tongue went up your slit wanting to catch everything. Your breath was still shaky as Yelp left your lips. Muriel’s tongue not stopping,flicking and sucking your clit.

A protest died on your lips when his tongue entered you again. resting your head on the wall whining at the overstimulation. Your hips lifted up to get away but with one hand the large man under you seated you back down, not letting you go.

The hand stroking himself quickened it’s pace just as his tongue. He pressed himself into you like he was a desperate man without water. His moans were unrestrained mixed in with curses and praise. He asked for one more, he wanted you to go over the edge once more for him, he was so close. His mind fogged over, your scent the only thing he could sense.

Nodding, not being able to deny him anything you lifted your head once more to look at the mirror. His hand almost looked like a blur in some instances while he sped up and slowed down. Your moans joined his as did your praise encouraging him further.

Because of your sensitivity, you couldn’t last as long. your moans increased in your shared space. And as your second orgasm of that night overtook you, his name fell from your lips repeatedly like a chant. Hearing you and your thighs squeezing him so that he is totally surrounded by you, Muriel came with a loud groan watching his hot release falling on his stomach and chest.

He continued to stroke himself, feeling the jolts of over stimulation start as he tasted every last drop from you. There were small tears at the corners of your eyes, from having two orgasms in a row and simply feeling the effects of pleasure Muriel can only provide you. still coming down from your high, You giggled as Muriel left one last kiss on you before moving you down to lay next to him.

Looking at each other’s eyes taking in the post orgasm glow of each other, Muriel wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes. Asking if you were okay, concern filling his eyes, starting to apologize if his actions where to much or if he asked to much of you. You smiled and shook your head reassuring him that you felt amazing, that he was everything you ever wanted. A blush bloomed on his cheeks before cupping your face in his hands to bring you in for a kiss. Mumbling three words that where only meant for you.

#thearcanastory #thearcanamuriel #thearcanaoneshot #muriel the mountain man #writing #muriel the hermit #muriel x mc #the arcana game #muriel x reader #muriel x you #muriel smut #smutty #spicy writing

[love-toxin]

bonus night - mike schmidt

plot: jk it's just por-//SHOT

(cws: fem!reader, FNAF movie spoilers!!!, rough sex, riding, begging, a teeny tiny taste of dom mike, tit sucking, bruising, protected sex w/ a twist, post-fnaf canon, established relationship)

wc: 2k

There's absolutely no question that it's been a long fucking day. One of many, in fact, both behind him and yet to come.

Aside from his sleep schedule still being tremendously fucked from that five night ordeal, Mike's also had the stress of landing a new job and keeping it this time. He's lucky–god, he's lucky that an old friend of his just happened to have a connection–but that just puts more pressure on his ability to keep a level head and not lose this one. Plus, with his meds cut out as well as a whole host of new traumas to keep him up at night it's almost more stressful than fighting for his own life. With today being the end of orientation and the first real shift on the job, it's finally sinking in that a new chapter of life has started but his problems are still an uphill battle.

Bills, backpay, rent, Abby's therapy, pacifying their aunt who was quite aghast at waking up disheveled on their living room floor…it's been a process to say the least. His one saving grace has been you. You. His beautiful, gentle angel, with a voice like sugar and honey and skin as soft as velvet, warm like a shallow pool on a summer's day that he'd want to float in for hours. You're so precious he can't think of a single thing he's done in life that tops being your lover, or even comes close.

Well…maybe there's one thing.

“Mike,” The squeaking of the bed beneath you just barely drowns out the high, sweet whimper that your voice has melted into. “Please baby, slow down-”

A squeaky “ah!” flies from your mouth regardless of that insistent plea, your lover's hips like stone pistons as he bucks up and topples you over to land back against his chest. He loves you there; the feeling of your tits squished against his chest as he holds your ass in an iron grip. Thumbs dig into each cheek, palms splayed out to keep you spread but still in your place–stretched enough to take him but tight enough not to let him slip out. Not even now, an hour after he carried you through the door over his shoulder, when his spit and cum and sweat have coalesced into a damp sheen spilling over his lap. Fuck the mess. He'll clean it up later, if he doesn't just throw his whole bundle of sheets into the wash to scrub away the evidence.

Each thump, thump, thump of your body thrown down rings more in your ears than his, but both of you feel it equally. Your womb kissed with hard, stinging passion on every thrust, and Mike's stomach twisting and flexing as his cockhead beats that spot raw, instincts begging him to drain all he has left inside. He's got lots of pent-up energy to spare, and on the one night that his sister's gone to a sleepover you can bet he took the chance to let some of it out. He'd barely had time to grab a condom–as eager as he was, it pales in comparison to the heat between your thighs when you see him get all riled up. If he'd let you put it on for him, you'd probably have it off in a second. Now he's just at the mercy of your needy and downright addictive pussy.

“Fuck!” Your mewls shift into a spitting, hissing curse when he bites down on one of those beautiful breasts of yours. Unlike what a weaker man would do, Mike isn't averse to leaving bruises–what else could be expected? He tries to be a gentleman in public and you always tell him he is, but the desire to put hands all over those pretty tits and mark his claim on them is second nature now. And no matter how much you'll complain about them being sore afterwards, you'll still push them in his face with that devilish look that's daring him to do it all over again.

Besides, he can't resist those things swinging right in front of him. And you'll forget the sting so quickly, his tongue will make short work of those shallow wounds you feel as he latches his lips and starts to suck. Greedily.

“Mike!”

Your hands in his hair won't stop him. But they don't really want to–as always you love to tug but you never push him back, you don't try to get any more space between you because what's already there is still not close enough.

God your whiny voice is so cute. He couldn't feel more lucky to have picked you up when he did. How would he know that the girl he helped out once for an ice cream would end up being his girlfriend? He just thought you were cute, and he felt bad seeing your face fall as you counted out your change in line, so he hadn't thought twice about the dollar he put down on the counter in your stead. Such an adorable little ditz, and now he's got you riding his lap and kissing him awake nearly every morning. If he wanted to catch a break, this is it.

“M-Mike, m'gonna cum,” Your whimpers dig into his ear and tug at the strings of his heart, his head already turned to soothe you with a low, soft shush brushed by your cheek. There there. With a stroke of your hair, you're melting again.

“Mhm,” He hums again, his warmth a lull following the furious heat that's been sparked by the friction of his hips pumping at a violent pace. “Shh, sh sh. We’ll go slow, I promise.” His murmuring muddies your head, his fingers descending quickly towards their destination. Once they reach it at the crest of your soft, pudgy mound that's been brutalized by his cock, he's glad to see you finally let that tension go as you slump forward into his chest. You just need to cling to him for awhile, and he certainly won't be complaining.

The smell of your sweat, your heat, your sleek, soft tongue wetting the bruises your teeth leave in his throat, all that whining and groaning and high, girlish squealing as your hips hump his lap–these and more are all reasons he has to absolutely worship you. Your starry-eyed gaze as you look upon him in ecstasy etches itself into his very soul. He won't ever forget this…he won't ever forget you. Not the warmth of you both being cheek-to-cheek, your hand coaxing out his end as it trails reverently from his jaw down his heaving chest.

“Pleeeeease,” You whisper, so achingly sweet he could cry as easily as cum. “Please, baby?”

Please. Such a pretty word. Prettier from your mouth most of all, so pretty it hurts–nearly stings as he digs his nails in and leaves marks on each cheek, though it will moreso for you when you wince at sitting down at your desk tomorrow morning. You're shaking, trembling more like, and even if he made you wait for it you wouldn't be able to obey. The spasms wracking through you can't be controlled, nor can the grind of your hips down as you let those strong hands drag you all the way to the base. So far that it causes a twinge in your expression as the orgasm passes, your ecstasy blotting out the stretch that you're gonna feel all the way up to your hips in the morning.

But he's got to get in deep, has to make it ache, so he's got a grip so firm it's trembling up his arms and you're shaking even harder on top of him as he digs in and lets loose. There's no question he's hit your womb, it's more curious to whether he's broken through it or not…by the way you bite down on his shoulder and bear the pressure, though, he must be nearly there. Nearly squeezing through that tight, tight wall so he's draining his seed right where it's meant to be. And you paw at him all the while, lower lip quivering, tears threatening to spill, yet you won't let up on rubbing yourself back on his thighs–it just isn't enough until you've taken all he has to give, and even then he can spot that gleam in your eyes that begs for even more. The fact that the condom's split isn't even in his mind, it's floated so far away he won't think of it until it's too late to stop.

Yet all that heat hits the same end after the climax. The friction subsides, the breathing slows, and the two of you are left in content silence as you quietly come back to your senses. There's something even more intimate about losing oneself as a collective; being so hedonistic in pursuing an indulgence, yet facing the fear of baring your own heart to one you love in the process, and reaching an even more satisfying end as it all comes to a close. It's glorious. He wouldn't trade it for anything. He wouldn't trade sex for his own life now that he's had it with you. But, again, he's still coming down from the high–he’ll most certainly feel the embarrassment of losing himself so indulgently as the cool air from the AC starts setting in.

“Was that good, baby?” Your tone just drips with deliciously sinful innocence, god. You've got such a proud expression on your face as he finds the words through his post-coital haze, hands inching back down your ass to grab handfuls of it yet again. Once he's got a grip he tugs, and draws you closer to meet you in a kiss–and as wet as it still is from the exercise, the way you lean into it and giggle is just enough to send his heart burning into passionate flames yet again.

“Very. Always is.” Panting, sweaty, he'd have no trouble convincing the neighbors he was just having it out on a treadmill for the last hour. If he could afford one.

“The best you've ever had?”

“Best. Best and only. Can I get up now?”

“Mmm…” You make a show of thinking up your answer only to tap him on the nose as you lean forward over him. “...No. I like this.”

Mike claps you on the ass suddenly, the smack echoing loudly in his modest little bedroom and eliciting a squeal from you that's just as punctual. Your squirming only draws a heat up inside him again though, and he knows better than anyone that that's exactly what you want. You'd be happy if he never got out of bed again, and if he spent all day with his cock nestled nice and warm inside you.

“Up. I gotta piss. Don't make me count.”

“Fiiiiiiine.” Huffy and puffy as always, you soon relent and slip off with a bit of manoeuvring to flop into bed beside him. “Can I at least hold it?” Rather than say something equally as shameful, he just pushes his pillow over your face with reddened cheeks and ducks with laughter as you launch it back at him, already up and on his way to the bathroom to wash off–and to soon find the evidence of that broken contraception that's definitely gonna plant a seed of worry in him when he realizes. Or…maybe not. God knows how many jokes you've made about wasting his cumshots in your mouth, and how often you've jumped him with no inkling of whether he's got a rubber in reach or not.

Maybe this is just another chapter of life, one more stage he's been readying himself for unconsciously. Whatever it comes with, he's gonna be beside you either way–so in a sense, he's more prepared than he's ever been to face what lies ahead.

#mutuals if u look at me im legally required to gag u #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #spicy writing #fnaf movie #fnaf mike #ellie writes #2k

[sarahthebanished]

The one where Eddie is obsessed with your ass and gets himself worked up when you’re trying to go to sleep.

18+ Short one shot. Smut. Quickie. Unprotected sex. Ass worship. Begging. Cum shot. Mild dirty talk. No plot, just porn. Tenderness.

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Did he just bite your ass? He definitely just bit your ass. 

Laying across the bed on your side, in just your shirt and panties, you were SO tired you had almost fallen asleep immediately upon contact. Eddie was, of course, practically worshipping your backside. Squeezing and grabbing at the cheeks, his cold rings pressing into your warm skin. Bending over to plant kisses, lick, nibble, bite at the flesh. “Baby,” you groaned in a half hearted effort to get him to stop. “You’re gonna get yourself all worked up.” 

He stood up from the bent position he had been in, pressed himself into you, and said blatantly “Too late.” 

You chuckled and looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes wide with arousal. “I’m so sleepy, Eddie,” you protested. “Don’t have the energy.”

“Just stay there, sweetheart. I’ll do all the work.” He watched your face carefully. 

You smiled and laid your head back down, a silent consent, and you heard him fumbling frantically to get his belt undone and pants pulled down. 

He spanked your cheek roughly, pushing your legs up towards your chest to poke your ass out even further. “So, so good to me,” he praised, hooking your panties in this thumb and pulling them upwards, holding them out of the way of your slit. 

In an instant, he was pushing inside of you. You moaned at the sensation. His thrust were gentle at first, but grew faster as you made noises of approval and looked up at him. Sleepily, you laid there, muscles relaxed and folded up under his gaze, being fucked into like a toy.

“Mmm” you whimpered softly, running a hand around your breast that was bouncing in response to his thrusts. You twisted your own nipple and Eddie groaned loudly at the sight. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned a compliment down on you as his pace quickened and his breath hitched. Knowing he was close, you encouraged him without a word, staring into his eyes. His grip on your cheek and thigh tightened as he thrusted faster and faster into your tight, wet heat. 

“You gonna cum for me, Eddie?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Mmhmm”, was all he answered, unable to form words due to the pleasure. He bucked into you a few more times, before you felt a sudden absence, and the hot droplets of his orgasm rained down across your exposed hip and ass cheek as he grunted with satisfaction. 

He leaned over your torso, kissing you sweetly a few times. “Thanks baby,” Eddie expressed his gratitude earnestly, “let me get you a towel.” 

After cleaning himself off of you, he adjusted your panties into the proper position and stripped down, crawling into bed next to you. 

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he kissed your forehead before laying down on his own pillow. “G’night baby,” you replied quietly, already drifting off to sleep. 

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie smut #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things smut #smut oneshot #one shot #ass worshipping #spicy writing

[monstercampus]

foaming at the mouth for efraim. i need to get passed around like a blunt between him n his other insect friends like immediately

prrrrrr!!! i went a lil....nutso <3

(cws: afab + gn pronouns, drug use, free use/taking turns, established relationship, vaguely/mostly consensual, breeding, oviposition, insect mutants, mild photo/video recording, exhibitionism, weird dicks, venom/monster "substances", unintentional knotting, oral, cum drinking)

wc: 1k+

Maybe Ef invited you over to roll a blunt with him but you showed up to find all his close friends :) hangin out in the dorm with him. Z and his other slime roommate are gone for the day so it's just you guys--and it's just a chance to make new friends, y'know? C'mon in, they're nice guys. You're not even sure if they're students at MC but who cares? As Efraim says, they're cool and they "just wanna hang".

There's that one guy with the dark hair that's supposedly a beetle hybrid; all smooth, deep skin with an array of small carapace shells all up and down his back, lining his skin almost like plates that you'd find on armour. Then there's Efraim's touchy friend who sports the deep, red eyes of a wolf spider, each extra set that makes up six running smaller and smaller as they scatter down his cheeks like red rivers. The sideways fangs that gleam when he opens his mouth are a bit off-putting, but he promises not to poison you, sweetie. And then there's the guy that's scattering little sparkly particles wherever he turns--apologizing every time he gets it on the couch--because his wings are covered in the stuff, as is his fluffy collar and antennae and his curly white hair itself. He's an albino moth, but as pretty as he is it doesn't preclude him from leering with just as much interest in you as the rest of them. He's a couple years older, so is the spider--it makes them bolder, more apt to offer you their rolling skills and to make sure every joint you smoke is taken care of before it even reaches your lips. Pretty things like you don't have to roll their own blunts.

It's not until a half hour passes by, when you're all sufficiently smoked up, that you mistake Efraim's lap for the couch and sit your ass on it. The joint he's got half-smoked perches in his mouth so he can wiggle you back in, keep you from getting up when you realize cause he doesn't really want you to get up. You're so comfy and warm. The guys don't mind, they probably didn't even notice.

Even if they didn't, it's a little hard not to notice when Efraim takes you out of the living room into the kitchen and slots himself between your legs. He barely bumps you against the counter but you're in it at once; kissing, belt unbuckling, his rough hands turning you away and bending you forward over the counter cause that's what you wanted. No need to say it, he can smell it. Just have to keep quiet so his stoned friends don't notice while they're playing video games on the tv just a few feet away. He moans into your ear as he slips it in cause you just feel so hot, and he loves the sound that pretty pussy makes when he's making love to her. He's trying not to make it obvious but fuck he can't help filling you up when he's all riled.

"Just gonna have to hold it in, sweets." He chuckles in your ear before kissing it and hiking your bottoms back up for you. One of his friends rolled another joint for you and you're not just gonna reject it, are you? He ushers you back to the little party with a smirk when you take it for a good, long pull. The others aren't dumb, this wouldn't be the first time Ef--or any one of them--messed with their significant other while the rest of them were hanging out. But none of them have ever dated a human before and Efraim seemed certain that they were a sluttier species than they looked. The fact that you don't say anything when his beetle buddy starts rubbing your knee is proof enough.

Ef's eyes zero in on you with intense focus when you start reacting to the touches, not that you notice. You turn your head and guy's dark face is right there, his eyes boring holes into you from centimeters away as he asks for a kiss. His hand slides up to cup you when you dazedly nod your head, his thumb finding your clit through the fabric the moment your lips touch.

It's any wonder, through the smoke and the haze of recreational drug usage, that you manage to pull each other's clothes off with any success. He's barely an inch away from you the entire time and you can barely work your fingers, but you both somehow manage on the cramped couch until he presses you over the arm of it. From here, you've got a full view of the tv screen as your boyfriend and both his other friends duke it out in their fighting game--all while his buddy that you barely know gets down on his stomach and slides his tongue up your inner thighs. He barely reacts when Efraim's cum meets his lips at the crest of your folds. He licks it up with the rest, hollowing out his cheeks to suck like he's drinking from a fountain. It occurs to you that maybe your pleasure isn't even his goal--maybe it's just an afterthought to what he really wants, which is to absolutely devour some human pussy while he's got the once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"Ef," You moan, tugging at the sleeve of your boyfriend on the floor, who is thankfully the closest of his three friends to the couch. His hands on the controller, he turns momentarily to kiss your cheek as you hang over the side of the couch, barely taking his eyes off the screen for a split second.

"Mhm. Love you too, baby. Watch me crush these clowns." He chuckles, only half-listening if that. In the meantime there's a cock begging for your attention, smearing sticky precum over your ass as he shakily guides it to slide down your folds. It's cold. It's got rough, sticky bumps that ooze some kind of mildly venomous substance, because you can feel the pricks of the poison as his arousal seeps into your skin. He can barely hold back the gasp when he glides it in, not more than a couple inches breaching your body suddenly before he sinks into all the rest slowly. Slowly, slowly, slowly--each moment as delightfully agonizing as the last as your blood mixes with his venom and creates a popping sensation in your veins that feels like you've been injected with sparkler candies.

Each thrust is deep, his powerful hips a violent set of pistons that throw you forwards against the couch every time. But more than that, his touch itself is penetrating; the beetle yanks your arms back and uses the force to press into you harder, his dick hardening and softening in erratic rhythm as if he's trying to mold himself to squeeze into your tightest cracks. The weed has him aggressive and somewhat feral and the others will tell you that themselves when this is all over--not before he can get you pinned and juiced up with venom to breed you first, though. He at least wanted one round with Efraim's pretty human and he's got it, he's claimed you rightfully when he drags you completely underneath him and dwarfs you under his arms, pumping your pussy with harsh thrusts to finally, eventually, come spilling that one, huge glob of half-beetle half-man cum that he forces down hard to fit into your womb. Even if you scratched and wriggled to get away, he'd press you down with a hand in your hair anyways to make sure it enters you. Only once he feels it disappear and you let out a hitch of gasping breath does he let up, though he reaches around to feel for that swollen lump in your belly before he pulls that sticky mess of his cock out. The strings of sweat, slick, and cum link you together as he leaves a devastating trail behind, undoubtedly staining Efraim's couch in the process.

And with his pants tugged back on he drops down and takes the place of the loser in the rest of their group match, the guys squabbling as guys do amongst themselves as they prep for the next round, passing another blunt between them as they poise their controllers and pick their characters.

Yet you sit back feeling almost pregnant, the mix of Efraim's residual cum plus the odd sphere of semen that was just forced through your cervix leaving you slightly swollen and mostly bloated. The effects of his venom are causing you to leak with arousal, the thin fluid nearly dripping out of you like a faucet so that you can't even mind that you're making an even bigger mess on Efraim's shared couch. It doesn't even matter, because the spider is up next and you have a feeling he lost on purpose, based on that fanged smirk he has on his many-eyed face.

At the very least he has the courtesy to wrap his cock--in his own webbing rather than a condom, but you can't exactly complain. It's a strange sensation to have in your mouth, however, as he takes one giant leg up on the sofa and looms over you to gently feed his string-covered cock past your glossy lips. The aid of his spidery legs in positioning him nearly has him floating over you, lazily slapping his hips against your face as he starts beating your throat in a mindless yet needy rhythm.

"So pretty," He purrs, his inner fangs clacking as he watches your throat bulge with the swell of his bulbous tip. The curved shaft makes it easier to plumb the depths of your mouth in search of a ripe spot to dump his load. "Tell your boyfriend you want us over more." His cackling peppers the sounds of his thick balls smacking your chin and sticking with what remains of his webbing that he shot out errantly. That plap, plap, plap echoes endlessly, degradingly in your ears, yet doesn't move the needle for his friends even when they cast occasional glances over to your spot on the couch. Efraim looks and readjusts his crotch, no doubt trying to mull the erection growing in order to give all his friends a much-needed turn with you. How generous.

"You just love bug cock, huh?" The wolf spider laughs as he spins a web between his fingers over your head. "I bet I'd have a harem of human sex dolls if everyone was as honest as you. Such a good toy." Suddenly the web twists into the form of a rope, and you watch in panic as he loops it around your neck and proceeds to tug--but only at the moment of his orgasm, when the bulge in your throat swells into...a second bulge. It hits you as the air completely leaves your lungs, your neck completely blocked: he wasn't wrapping his dick for protection, he did so in order to catch his cum like a balloon and plop inside you like he would a spider mate. He fixes the web-rope lower into the divot between both bulges, and with minute adjustments there's a sudden twing and the webbing snaps off the tip, fully encasing his bulb of cum to slide down the back of your throat and enter you fully to do...gods know what. He takes the rope away and slides out in one smooth motion, before he tilts your head up with a clawed hand and encourages you to breathe.

"Very good." His soothing tone lasts only a moment before those fangs make a reappearance in a smirk. "You'll be a good incubato-"

"Move it! My turn." The moth appears suddenly and jostles the spider aside, who swings back before hauling himself up to the corner of the ceiling with a grumble. That big smile is both alarming and affirming all at once--he seems kinder and sweeter than you expected, or maybe it's just the weed and the smell of sex in the room that's making him excitable. He tugs his sweatpants down to show off a long, protruding ovipositor, and with some eager repositioning to your side he manages to wriggle it in...just the wrong hole, at first. With your squeak at the unexpected backdoor intrusion, he yelps softly and readjusts towards your clit, which he bumps and rubs affectionately as if his ovipositor is sharing tender kisses with it. You worry a bit that he might try and shove it up there next, but the third time's the charm and as the other guys settle in on the opposite couch and switch the game for a movie, your cunt gushes a little at the smooth insertion of something so long and thin and warm.

"Aaahh.." Your sigh of relief is breathtaking to the group of faded-out insect men, each of whom have next to no interest in what's playing on the screen and instead are just watching you get fucked. Slowly.

"So cuuute....you're so, so cuuuute.." He moans with a distinct rumbling in his throat, which makes the collar of his neck fluff ruffle and bristle in mesmerizing waves. His sparkly dusts flutters over you in a misty shower of tiny particles, each one clinging to your skin and hair and eyelashes. Efraim's beetle friend sits on the floor twiddling his thumbs while he watches intently, in the meantime the wolf spider descends down to the couch to perch next to your boyfriend and chat idly while they enjoy the splendid view.

It takes only a minute or two of that sweet treatment for you to realize why this one hangs out with the others. Once he's pressed his ovipositor deep enough to pinch as it enters your womb, a second appendage beneath the egg depositor starts wriggling beneath his fuzz. It comes bursting out in a shower of powder as if excited--it's a stout, fat tentacle-looking limb, which drips with syrupy slime and struggles for contact until he leans forward enough to grant it access. When he does, you can no longer deal with mild squirming; your body thrashes and hips hump mindlessly as his cock stretches you out, flailing and twisting inside you as it lavishes in the attention your warm cunt gives it. That's when he really starts thrusting, and that same translucent, pinkish syrup drips off his tongue as he drools in complete ecstasy, black-sclera eyes rolling back in his head as he drops all that pristine composure. Lost in bliss, he pins your knees back with his fuzzy hands and folds you into a deep, merciless mating press.

It's no exaggeration to say that the experience is heavenly. Your boyfriend sits chatting with his friends about games and movies and weed, mere feet away, and yet he can still snap a photo of you and some videos while he tells you how sweet you are and how cute you look. How nice you are to let him introduce you to his friends and let them get to know a human for the first time. For letting them go crazy on you like his moth friend is doing right now, and how his other two friends are gearing up for again as they smell your pheromones and get excited at the human going into heat.

Then, while the moth is pounding you in that brutal breeding position, his wings flutter suddenly and he tries to pull back in a panic. He doesn't move. He's stuck--his ovipositor having swollen and latched inside your womb, the egg forming a knot that won't let him pull out of your cervix. The tentacle finally releases with a spray of syrupy cum all over your folds, and retracts slowly back into his body. But despite still being stuck, his egg-laying appendage is thin, and bendable...so the other guys just decide to sort of keep fucking you around it. He has to lean out of the way so the others can make space, but when they make you cum good enough you'll loosen up and let him go, they're sure.

Yeah, they just have to pump you full of more eggs, more cum, more venom, and it'll all work out. Totally. And they can just make sure to give you more weed to ease the process, maybe a little alcohol if you're in the mood to drink. It'll all make it sooooo easy, promise. You won't even feel the swell of your stomach until you look pregnant, or the ache in your throat from choking on all that mutant cock, or even the headache that comes from smoking too much because you'll just be in complete, total bliss. So good. So sweet. Such a nice, soft, breedable toy for all your boyfriend's friends ♡!

#efraim (mc) #centipede stoner #centipede stoner x reader #monster x reader #insect monster #monster boyfriend #spicy writing #monster campus #ellie writes

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Behind Locked Doors

Pairing: Johnny slaughter x FemReader

Summary: Y/N recently moved into a somewhat small town, Newt, In Texas with her father. Y/N's father thought this would be a good opportunity for them, since things got rough back in California. Little do they know the trouble that awaited them..

!?THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NSFW?!

Warning: This series will contain 18+ content & material! NSFW situations and possibly TRIGGERING topics such as- Depression, stalking, blood & gore, manipulation, mention of kidnapping and small amounts of self-harm, such as scars/cuts.

{{ Please proceed with care if you're sensitive to ANY of these topics }}

Author's Note: This is my first time really writing NSFW stories / stories in general. Tips and tricks on how to improve my writing and overall layout are welcome, though keep it respectful please. Other than that please enjoy! 💋

Chapter 5: The Basement

  ‘The night was cold and dead, the air thick in your lungs as you struggled to breathe. Your skin ran cold to the touch and you felt yet a warm feeling of liquid drip down your arms, pain ran through them as they hung above your head. For some strange reason you couldn't feel your hands, they felt numb as if they were cut off or tied. Your head was throbbing which distracted you from the darkness around you, you felt as if you were walking upon clouds and yet felt weighed down by bricks. You wanted to struggle to fight or run.. yet nothing came, no movement of your body, no flicker of your eyelids, no twitching of your fingers or nose. You felt dead, as if you floated underneath water and yet you still felt the pain surge through your body as if it were real. As you ponder within darkness, a horizontal slit of light appears in the distance. You could almost feel the warmth of its light hit you, as if you could touch it. However your body failed to do so, limp and motionless as you watched the light. It's teasing warmth almost taunting you now as you could only watch. You suddenly heard a voice, you couldn't figure out what it spoke but you could tell it sounded familiar. It was distant yet you could tell it was filled with regret and concern.. maybe even anger, you felt warmth hit the side of your ribs if someone touched you. It felt warm, comforting and strangely familiar. Your eyes glanced back to the light that now grew closer, your head pounding as if were to explode. You felt the twitch of your fingers as you felt your body tingle, the cold from your body slowly turning to warmth. The light held something within it, things moved around in the light and yet you couldn't understand what was happening. The voice came back louder now, paired with another. They argued about something.. one sounded older. But it was only muffled as they yelled at each other. The only words you could make out were “fuck you” ,“I could handle it” and “child” while also a few other muffled things were said. Your throat grew tight as you could feel groans of pain claw their way out, only whimpers of agony left you. Suddenly the arguing stopped, silence quickly flooded your ears to the point they began to ring. The aching pain of your limbs started to get to you as the slit of light began to widen more and more.. the warmth of the light hit your skin and you watched it shine through a window..’

  “Well golly!..” you heard a male voice speak out, the scratchy yet almost surprised voice filled your ears as whoever spoke near you stammered slightly on their words. The smell of animal shit and blood filled your nose and almost made you puke on the spot, your vision was still fuzzy as the dim light glistened through the window. Your eyes struggled slightly to fully open as they started to examine the room around you, a stone brick wall greeted you along with cluttered shelves of boxes and tools of different sorts lined some of the walls. A small set of stairs on the far wall leading up to a door, only lit with a dim red light. Buckets scattered around the room and other pieces of scattered objects filled the surrounding area, dust floated slightly above the floor as the air stayed thick above it and you watched dust particles slowly dance around as the sun shines on them. Your vision started to become more clear as your head felt as if it were going to crack open, something felt dry on your face. The smell of iron now filled the air as your eyes landed on a pair of dirty black shoes, your eyes slowly went up along the gray baggy pants until you saw a baggy green shirt. 

  A weird necklace of fur and other things you couldn't make out around the person's neck, as your eyes went up your gaze met a face that had an ear to ear smile whipped across it. A weird birthmark on his cheek and greasy black hair that hardly looked washed. His crooked smile never faltered as his beady brown eyes watched you like a crazy and feral animal, his smell alone made you wanna vomit. He started to jump around like an animal with worms in its brain, laughing crazily as his arms slightly flailed around in the air. “She's awake! She's awake! Hahaha!” His annoying laughter made your head pound even harder which caused the pain to grow in your body, the realization started to hit you like a ton of bricks. Adrenaline started to fill you and the memories of what felt like last night came flooding back into your brain, your eyes started to dart around your body in more of a panicked manner. The sight of red trailing down your arms and body set off a wave of pain and panic and you realized it was your own blood, the smell of iron from before when you felt something slightly dry on your face became clear. Blood, your blood was running down your face.. Groans of pain escaped you as you went to struggle, only causing more pain as you looked up to see what held your arms from escaping this hell. The man only laughed more at the struggles he was witnessing, almost mocking you with his beady eyes. Shock struck you hard as your eyes became wide… your hands, the conclusion of why you couldn't feel them hit you hard in the face as you looked at the rusty and bloody hook that ran through your palms. 

  Adrenaline kicked in overdrive as you struggled against the painful restraints, the pain grew too much to bare as you felt blood start to dripping down your wrists, the scrawny man that stood in front of you only laughed hysterically at your failed attempts to escape the restraints, bouncing around almost like a toddler as he mocked and pointed towards you. “I see why he likes ya’!!” He laughed, clawing slightly at his cheek before pulling a small pocket knife from his baggy pants. His wild grin sent a shiver down your spine. The urge to scream and call for help attempted to come out, yet only a broken cry escaped. Your throat felt scratchy and dry, you couldn't muster a voice to save your life..literally.. and panic set in as the man slowly but surely brought the knife to the heap of your neck, trailing its sharp end down to your collarbone. Wincing as he left what felt like paper cuts across your skin, a devilish glint shined in the deranged man's eyes as he watched himself drag the small knife from your collarbone to your shirt. You almost thought he was drooling as he started to cut at the Hem of your shirt, his smile only grew wider on his face as he focused on his knife. “I've never really seen a’ woman before!” he chuckled, bringing his other hand to the shirt to help cut down the length of the shirt. However before he could even start the job you heard the door open from the staircase, light footsteps followed closely. They sounded bare, as if someone was almost tip-toeing on their bare feet. You almost felt relief as you saw a blonde woman come into view, she was wearing a dark gray dress with white spots along the neck, skirt and straight down the middle of the dress. Her hair was up in a bun and she looked more sane then the wild animal of a man you had cutting at your shirt, her smile was almost comforting until she spoke. “nubbins! The heck ya doin' to the poor thang!” She scolded the man, who jumped at the sudden interruption. “N-NOTHIN!’..” the man reacted before quickly scurrying away like a kid who just got caught, her tone was cold and calculated almost before her attention was brought back to you. A smile across her lips as she stood there for a second before revealing the cup of water from behind her back, your eyes widened towards her at the sight of the water. You felt as if you haven't tasted water in days or even weeks, you did your best to muster words.. they only came out wheezy and dry as you spoke. “P-please! Get me down from h-here!... They’re cra-” you were cut short as you coughed, the strain on your throat only brought more pain. However the woman in front of you seemed to understand the pain as she slowly brought the cup of water closer to you, bringing it to your lips before tilting it so you could sip from it. Your body felt relaxed as you drank the water, finally someone who felt like helping you. 

  “Awe… poor thang’ been out for almost a week now… must be so thirsty!” Her tone sounded sincere yet mocking at the same time, your face filled with confusion ‘for a week?..’ you thought, however joyfulness filled you as you felt the water hit your guts. You went to speak, to ask for help.. to know where the hell you were.. Everything suddenly felt dizzy again, your vision blurred as you started to drift in and out of consciousness. “Makes it easier to put a lil’ something in here for ya’..hope it takes the pain away a lil' darlin’!! Hehehe” her giggled rang through your ears, her blurred figure slowly drifting away as she headed towards the stairs, the patter of her bare feet on the concrete now stained your mind as darkness swallowed you. 

  You felt dazed and confused, ‘is this a cruel nightmare..’ you thought, seeing moonlight shine through the window. Fear crept through your body as you hung there in the dark and cold basement, or what you thought was a basement. As you hung there you couldn't help but take another look around and everything felt, smelled and almost tasted of blood, dust and shit. You saw bones scattered in the corners and along shelves. Buckets of what looked to be filled with blood and guts of animals.. you hoped they were animal. Your mind raced, thoughts that felt like yesterday ran rampant in your head. ‘johnny.. where's Johnny… he'll help me’ kept replaying in your head. Your body was exhausted but you didn't want to let yourself fall asleep, you needed to escape however the hook in your hands proved too much as you once again struggled. You quickly stopped your attempts as you heard heavy footsteps from above, they sounded as if they were trying to keep quiet themselves as they walked along the floor above you. They became muffled as they went in the direction of the door, and then you heard that familiar creek of a door opening. You felt your heart start to race, a mixture of fear, excitement and terror all at the same time. “Johnny? Leland?.. Connie?..’ you thought in your head, the fear of that horrific woman or deranged man coming back down made your heart pound. You wanted to act like you were still out cold, to avoid anything or anyone that came down. Then you heard it… “you awake sunflower?..” his voice almost brought tears to your eyes almost immediately, like a ray of light finally came as you perked your head up to meet his gaze. “J-johnny!” you shakenly struggled to get his name out from your lips. Johnny quickly made his way over to you, not releasing you from your restraints yet as he examined you. Seeing the blood made his eyes widen slightly, yet you couldn't help but notice he expression seemed blank, as if seeing you like this didn't faze him. He could tell from your eyes alone how exhausted, yet excited you were to see him, his gaze never left yours as he embraced you in a weird yet comforting hug as you still hung there. “Thank’ Goodness you're finally awake…” he spoke, hsi comment seemed off but your brain was too relieved to finally be free, to run to the police and get help. Johnny quickly gave water to you that he brought down, you hesitated for a second before you drank it. The cool liquid washes your throat and guts. “thats it'… drink up sunflower..” he spoke softly as he used a hand to wipe off the liquid dripping from your neck, your lips parted from the cup as you went to speak. “P-please.. get me down from here. We gotta escape this hell!..” you yelled, however your mouth was quickly covered by his hand, his eyes seemed stern and almost offended by what you said. 

  You felt your brows furrowed in confusion as you have yet to see him attempt to free you, “I … can't” he spoke, his gaze breaking from yours. His eyes met the floor as your breathing fell in a panic as your mind raced. eyes widened with confusion and fear as you watched Johnny back away from you slightly. Anger and confusion built up in your brain as you watched him, “wh- why not?...” You spoke, confusion and anger in your tone, the tone in your voice seemed to gain his attention as once again he looked up at you. Guilt riddled on his face as he seemed to fight off other emotions, “sunflower… I can't just let you leave..” he had an expression close to pleading as he stepped closer towards you before he continued, “my family…won't let that happen.” the word ‘family' rang in your ear, you felt your face grow cold and pale, your face blank of emotion as you felt almost numb. Your brain went blank as you processed everything, you felt yourself stare into space. Johnny interrupted your gaze by standing closer to you, leaning down to meet with your eyes. 

  “Come'on sunflower… talk to me..” he spoke, as if this your reaction shouldn’t be surprising to him. The broken trust you felt as you broke into tears, you felt nothing as Johnny's hand cupped your cheek as if to comfort you. “Fine…” he muttered, almost seeming annoyed or angry at the lack of response. You watched blankly as he walked away, his body tensed as if he was stopping himself from punching something. He gave one last glance back towards you over his shoulder, his eyes shooting daggers into you before he spoke. “I'll bring food soon…” he growled as he stomped his way up the stairs, the slam of the door making you flinch slightly. The tears started to stream down your cheeks, the thoughts ran wild as you felt yourself lose hope. 

  You found yourself looking around the room once again, the numbness you felt started to kill small parts of you. The table was to the right of you had small tools placed on top of its surface, a hammer and a few nails laid scattered around the table. A knife also sat itself on the table, rust or dried blood stained the silver steal. You looked over to your left and saw another one of the blood filled buckets, this one reeked and mold and rotting guts. On the concrete floor beside the bucket laid larger gardening tools such as a rusty shovel, rake and shears. Rope Hung on the walls slightly behind you and you noticed a large deep freezer on the far right wall, rust lining its corners and edges. You looked hesitantly up towards your hands, the hook still puncturing through them. You knew what you needed to do but didn't know if you had the strength, with a grunt and groan of pain you started to swing yourself carefully in order to hook your foot onto the table. Trying your best to hook your foot onto one of the legs of the table, each swing more horrifically painful then the rest before managing to hook your foot onto one of the legs. You celebrated in your head as you brought the table close enough to use it as leverage, using your foot to push yourself up and managing to unhook one of your hands, the feeling of relief and freedom filled you as you quickly unhooked your other hand. Dropping yourself to the ground as victory tears overwhelmed you, examining the palms of your hands. You looked at the hole in them in almost disbelief, the holes were small, however they did enough damage to make it extremely difficult to move your hands properly.

  You heard footsteps once again above you, ‘Johnny’ you thought before you quickly looked around having no clue on what to do except the deep freezer. Even though it would seem dumb to lay in a cold freezer meant for meats, you had nothing else.. as you rushed over and opened the somewhat weirdly empty deep freezer, you heard the creek of the door and without hesitation you quickly jumped inside. The freezing touch of ice stabbed at your back and sides as you laid there, listening to the heavy footsteps come down the stairs. “Sunflow-..” you heard Johnny speak out, panic in the back of your mind as you held your breath tightly. “Y/N?!” You heard his tone turn to panic and even slight anger. The frantic footsteps walking around the room, the sound of things being haphazardly tossed to the side before the footsteps faded for a few seconds. He was looking for you definitely, only when you heard footsteps get closer to the freezer did you feel the sweat start to beat down your forehead. ‘please…’ you thought, dread washing over you as you watch his finger curl under the lid of the deep freezer to open it. Seconds felt like an entirety as you watched the lid slowly open, your heart pounding in your chest. You shut your eyes tightly as the lid opened fully, awaiting to get grabbed by him. Yet a gentle touch came instead, peaking through an eye to look at him.. instead. “Leland?!” You couldn't help but get filled with excitement, your eyes quickly widened as joy and relief filled your body. However Leland's hand quickly hushed you as he looked around slightly nervously, “shh.. shh.. I know..” his tone soft yet stern as he quickly comforted you, taking you in his arms to make sure you were ok. “Thank goodness...” you said, exhausted as you finally got reunited with your friend. “Let's get the fuck outta’ here..” Leland harshly whispered before slowly standing up and walking back towards where he originally came from, you followed suit before stopping at a toolbox that you saw on a shelf earlier. Some small nails and bulbs greeted you before you grabbed a screwdriver, you watched Leland round the corner and disappear behind it. It almost looked like a tunnel or cave, you went to quickly catch up with Leland before you heard a thud..

  “Now now sunflower…” your heart sunk quickly to your gut, your eyes locked with his once again as he now held a knockout Leland by the back of the neck. “why’d ya’ go and do that…” Johnny spoke, his eyes closed with disappointment written on his face. Making a ‘tsk tsk’ noise with his tongue as he dropped Leland to the ground between you and him, you couldn't help but stumble backwards onto your butt as you watched Johnny slowly step over Leland's body towards you, he was now towering over you. You felt helpless as he squatted down in front of you and looked you dead in the eyes, they were filled with rage and yet a strange calmness. “j-johnny please!..” you pleaded, your protest was interrupted quickly as Johnny held a large knife to your throat, his face blank as he held it firmly against your skin. “Get Up.” He growled and without hesitation, or wanting to piss him off more, you stood up quickly. Your body in pain and starting to cramp as you did so, you knew you were too weak to run.. let alone fight back. Johnny stood up with you, still hovering over you before he urged you backwards towards a wall with the knife. The cold steel against your skin as your back hit the wall, no words were spoken for a good minute before Johnny leaned himself closer towards you. His lips now against your ear as he practically growled into your ear. “Why’d ya’ do it sunflower?..” his tone cold and dead as he spoke, his knife firmly planted against your neck still as he brought his head back to look at you. His other hand on the other side of your head as he leaned himself closer to you, “I was gonna keep ya’ safe..” he muttered, anger clearly started to come through as he gritted his teeth. He waited for a response, a response you didn't give as you felt frozen in fear and shock. This clearly started to piss Johnny off as the hand that was once on the wall now wrapped itself onto your waist, his grip tight as he slightly dug his fingers into your side. This caused you to yell in pain, shivers went up your body as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. You weren't paying attention as Johnny brought the knife down towards your chin to make you face him again, the cold blade touching your chin as it forced your head upwards. Your teeth gritted together in pain as your legs wobbled, you gripped onto Johnny's forearm to hold yourself up and Johnny quickly smirked as he brought his face close to yours. In almost a caring yet mocking tone, Johnny spoke “let me take care of ya sunflower…” as he helped you sit down on the cold floor, kneeling with you as he did so. 

  You sat there helplessly, confused and conflicted. Tears streaming down the sides of your face as then darted to an unconscious Leland, Johnny using his hand to firmly grab your chin and bring your attention back to him. “Look at me when I talk to ya’..' ' he demanded, his change in behavior almost terrified you as it felt like yesterday when you were in his embrace and loved you like nothing else. You felt stupid for giving into love.. for trusting him.. and yet something still gave you the feeling that he wasn't going to hurt you. His gentle touch, the way he watched you.. “Johnny… please, I'm sorry” you begged, wanting to not be put on that hook again. Johnny's face softened as if he was conflicted with something, yet he didn't say anything as he looked at you. You watch his brows furrowed ever so slightly as he gently cupped your face, his lips parting as if to say something… yet nothing came. “Sun-.. I..” words struggled to come out as he spoke before he started to lean in slightly closer to you, your faces only inches apart. You tried to back yourself up and away but a wall stopped you from doing so, nervousness and anger filling your head as thoughts came rushing through you. Your trust betrayed and yet you wanted the embrace, to get out of this place. Your breathing heavied as you watched his face closely, his expression showing one of guilt and even remorse. Johnny took your lips onto his, the taste felt dry, almost dusty with a hint of blood as he kissed you. His grip tightening on your face as he pressed you closer to him, you felt waves of emotions hit you. You wanted to smack him for even thinking to do so and yet the kiss felt almost freeing, the comfort of someone caring made the tears trickle down your cheeks, you felt numb slightly  as you felt his lips pull away from yours. Johnny noticed your reaction as he gave a soft smile.. his eyes hooded slightly as you spoke in a gentle manner “let me help ya’ Y/N..” you felt slightly surprised he used your name, it made him sound almost sincere as he spoke to you. You looked into his eyes as he offered his hand, you hesitantly took his hand in yours as he helped you off the ground. He gently held your side as he brought you into another room, this one much larger as you saw a bed in the left corner. The muted red sheets covered a slightly torn mattress and metal frame, it almost looked like a prison bed from the looks of it. The wooden bucket sat on the end of the bed on the floor before you looked to the right side, some random scraps of bones and small piles of dirt laid scattered around the edges. Johnny slowly led you to the bed before helping you sit down, a look of confusion landed on your face as you wondered why you were brought in here. Johnny gave a soft smile before he headed towards the door of the room, looking at you from over his shoulder. “I'll take care of ya’ here sunflower…” he spoke before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him, you felt confused for a second before you heard a click of a lock. You felt your gut sink before adrenaline kicked in and you rushed yourself to the door, “j-johnny??..” no response came back as it started to bang on the door. Once you realized he wasn't gonna come back, tears formed in your eyes as you slid down against the door.

  You cried on the floor as you were now trapped in practically a cell, you hugged yourself as you wept there for hours…you lost hope in trying to escape this hell, the trust you felt only shattered more as you felt betrayed, you cried… as now you were stuck In a house with maniacs.

END OF CHAPTER 5

Heyo Darlings!❤️ I apologize for the delay in this chapters release.. been a bit burnt out from doing a lot of things. However I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let let know what you've thought.. I'm excited for the next chapters! I have a really good idea in mind 💋💋💋

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[trigunwritings]

Might I have some NSFW headcanons for Vash?

When it comes to any form of intimacy, Vash is especially flighty—which makes it very difficult to get a proper read on his body language, even when you have been given otherwise very enthusiastic consent. This isn’t very noticeable when fully clothed, since Vash is a rather extroverted individual to begin with. But the moment that any skin is revealed (specifically his own) he clams up completely. He doesn’t reject advances after that persay, but simply freezes up like a deer in the headlights of a barreling truck.

It isn’t hard to understand why he’s like that, given the fact that he is covered in scars from head to toe—some of them are gruesome, injuries which would have killed any normal human, while others look light but are utterly numerous and leave most of his body a canvas of painful memories. Since his normal outfit covers almost all of the scars (which is probably the point) you wouldn’t even realize that he has any until you start to peel away his layers of clothing.

To put it simply, Vash is a deeply vulnerable man with a keen sense of keeping an emotional distance from others. While he is energetic and loud in most situations, it often hides the sense of loneliness and fear that lies just behind his happy-go-lucky attitude—but its impossible to wear the same mask when he’s intimate with another person. To be close, to be touched, to be seen and understood. He can’t hide his scars nor his insecurities when under the gaze of even most oblivious lover; but if someone has gotten to that point, then Vash must trust them a great deal.

In terms of intimacy itself (and assuming you’re a person who is able to get his clothes off in the first place) it’s hard to put Vash in any particular box. To call him a switch would be rather inaccurate, as it would imply that he’s confident in taking either role with a partner. Instead he simply enjoys pleasing his partner, shoving his own comfort and preferences aside in an odd sexual interpretation of his savior complex and hoping that they don’t notice or pay too much attention to him.

Vash utterly loathes having attention placed upon him, or at least in the romantic and sexual sense, as he isn’t above acting like a complete fool for even the smallest benefit of someone else. It’s the fear of being perceived, being known. There is some part of Vash that scarcely sees himself as a person given the decades upon decades of live he has spent alone; most people he gets to know either uses, betrays, or leaves him. The few that stick around are still at the mercy of No Man’s Land and the horribly short human life span it offers—so, in short, Vash has convinced himself, at least a little bit, that he doesn’t deserve the gift of a long-lasting relationship with another person. Vash the Stampede is a legend to some, a myth to others, and an individual to none.

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Hi! What erotic novels would you recommend ?

Temptation by Ivy Smoak

The Rose by Tiffany Reisz

Power Exchange by A.J. Rose

The Ritual: A Dark College Romance by Shantel Tessier 

Darling Venom: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance by  Parker S. Huntington

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series by Sarah J. Maas 

The Dark Love Box Set: A Complete Billionaire Romance Series by  Kat T. Masen 

Kings of Sin Series by Ana Huang

Fixed On You by Laurelin Paige 

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[lolbotvr]

Bob x Gender neutral reader♡

Nsfw or not your call, but Bob like fresh outa jail going to see the reader>:)

OMG LOVE THIS IDeA

*Bob x GN!Reader Who is Fresh Outta Jail~

Warnings: not exactly smut but definitely spicy~, so marked as NSFW, mentions/implications of murder and cannibalism, they/them pronouns, 3rd person (no use of ‘you’ unless spoken), kinda short oops

(^Tell me if I missed anything or if I should add/remove anything!)

I tried my best! Also the name ‘Bob’ was killing me while I was writing this. I hope you like it and Tysm for the request! <3

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The opening of a window in their house had caught them off guard, but they immediately knew who it was breaking in.

“Hey, darlin’~!” A dark voice echoed around the house as their murderous boyfriend roamed around.

Excitedly, they ran out of their room and straight into Bob’s arms, laughing as they clung onto him with a few tears pricking their eyes. They felt Bob’s big arms wrap around their smaller figure, listening to (Y/N) murmur about how much they had missed him. They looked up at him, “I’m so happy you’re back. I saw you escaped on the news. I couldn’t wait until you were here with me again…”

Bob smiled, “I missed you so much. I just could not wait to get back to you and have my arms around you...”

As Bob said that (Y/N) could hear the desperation in his voice, making them immediately feel the deep blush cross their face.

Bob desperately slammed his lips into theirs, already beginning to grope around their body. He was able to back them against a wall and was somehow able to deepen the kiss, making it more passionate and full of love and lust. They needed him too.

“It‘s been so long since we’ve gotten this close to each other…” Bob murmured into the kiss before pulling away and staring hungrily at their neck.

Not even a moment later, he attacked their neck and began biting at it, making (Y/N) gasp before letting out a lengthy and lengthy moan. Bob couldn’t help but smile as he began to kiss down their neck while telling them, “Oh my god, darlin’. You taste so much better than any other person I’ve ever tasted before… I could eat you up all day.”

“B-Bob…” (Y/N) moaned out as Bob attacked their neck.

Bob smirked before chuckling, muttering, “You’re right. We should wait to do this later, hm? Need to get you nice and ready.”

They gulped as he picked them up and brought them to the couch, sitting them in his lap. He grabbed the remote and flipped on the tv, chuckling at their little huff in annoyance as they snatched the remote from him and flipped through the channels.

But Bob’s mischievous grin could only grow wider as he heard them gasp when he gripped the hem of their bottoms and began to tug them down.

His voice was somehow able to get lower as he teased:

“Didn’t I say I had to get you nice and ready for me?”

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