Regular interests: Yaoi (321+ read). Anime (fav is one piece)
Note: Has hypersexuality, i'm a Paraphile (still exploring and learning so i'm para safe), and a shotacon.
DNI: if you support real harm towards individual. are under 18
MOVIES: James and The Giant Peach (1996), Coraline (2009), Maleficent (2014), Pocahontas (1995), The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996), How to Train Your Dragon, Harry Potter, Twilight , Poltergeist, +
TV SHOWS: Stranger Things (2016), A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017), Vikings, +
ANIME: D.Gray-man (2006-2008), Bleach (2004-2012), InuYasha Sengoku Otogizoushi InuYasha, Hunter X Hunter (2011), One Piece (currently), The Promised Neverland , Attack On Titan , Vinland Saga, Kimetsu no Yaiba, Black Clover, Tokyo Goul, Blue Exorcist, +
BOOKS: Haunting Adeline (2011), Jane Eyre, Dantes Inferno, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Count of Monte Cristo, Children of Blood and Bone, Harry Potter (all the books), The Great Gatsby,
MUSICALS: Hamilton
MUSIC ARTISTS: Kanye West, Rupee, BOY SODA, Funkadelic, Wnc Whopbezzy, Staind, MoxiFloxi, Dova, Afourteen, Bunji Garlin, Asake, Nina Simone, Chronixx, Wheel, Yung Breeda, D12, Spilata, Ratchet Life, Tikkle Me, Mindless Self indulgence, Comethazin, Pete Seeger, Rag bone man, Shiloh Dynasty, Pedro Capo, Camilo, Three Days Grace, Lil Uzi Vert, LoveJoy, Panic at the disco, Romeo Santos, Incubus, Nine inch nails, Soen, Gabriels, 70th street, 408 Darwin, Eslabon Armado, Cash Cobain, Duckwrth, Cleo Sol, Brent faiyaz, +
YAOI: You are my world, Boku no Xie Mama, Can a Lover Also Be a Substitute?, June's Nior, Debut or Die, projection, Dr. V and the Three Lovers, Kiling Stalking, Under the Green Light, Pieta, Mr. A's Farm, Negative Love, Reverse Thinking, Ppatta (ALL OF THEIR WORKS <3), Here u are, Sign, Love Tractor, The Moon of the Underworld, Showered With Love, Monster and the Beast, Yian's Binding, Blindspot, Jinx, BJ Alex, Swallow You Whole, Hard Boiled Love, 1 to 10, +
What they don't teach you in health class is that sex is actually an older woman beating you until you're on the floor, crying and begging her for mercy
Shota little brother who gets aroused from peeping on his older brother after showers. The older brother already knows and enjoys the attention so he gives the little brother a show.
I wanna make my bitch so needy he’s sobbing for me to give him relief. The answer for that is no, his body is mine I own him i choose what I want to do with him. I need him sobbing before I think about even giving him some mercy.
a semester later..surprise surprise, the guy you tortured for sneaking into your house has the same class as you in college, and the teacher just paired you up for a group project.
cw: dacryphilia, oral (reader receiving), femdxm & sadistic reader, sub and maso character, humilation kinda, degrading, kinda brat taming
art credit: @pyanyasha on x
It's second semester now, and you just finally got that intruder off of your mind—after countless nights of tossing and turning, and setting paranoid traps around the house to catch him if he sneaks in whilst you slept. But he never did, not once.
You walk across the gravel of campus, it crunches under your shoe with a crackle; a comforting and familiar sound that somehow soothes your nerves. You look around, bushes and trees surrounding the pathways, and buildings scattered everywhere. It was a pretty school, and quite prestigious as well. simply said, you were proud to be admitted here.
Next class is... Marketing 101,
should be easy, right?
You step foot into the classroom and find a seat near the door, everyone else was here way too early; so all of the good seats were taken up already. You look at the big projector above the teachers desk, and take out the materials as written on the slideshow. A notebook and pencil lie flat on the table, and you find yourself taking out your pocket mirror to touch up some blemishes you knew you had on ur face. It's always essential to make a good impression. Finally, the teacher clears his throat, silencing the class, before teaching.
after minutes of taking quick notes, and learning a few of the basics, the teacher announces he is assigning duos for a presentation.
"adrian and kayla..[your name] and Luke..ella and"
You try to subtly look around the classroom, you didn't know a Luke that goes here...but your search suddenly comes to a halt once you see your home invader staring straight at you, his face propped up on his hand, the corners of his lips perked up in a smug smirk, and cheeks rosy.
Like you, he hasn't been able to stop thinking of you either, in a different way. That night for him was unforgettable. The cuts you left on him were his holy grail, they were a gift given from your blade, touched by your lips, and he was so proud of them. The one on his face left a scar that he'd rub whenever he felt agitated, and it'd instantly calm him down. Sweet, isn't it? but the scar on his hand is cherished for much more perverse reasons. Every time he looks at it his dick stirs and twitches in his pants. All he can remember is the feeling of your tongue reaching inside of him through broken skin, the sharp sting that made his head throb, everything you did that made him hot. He can't even jerk off to porn anymore, he can only get off to the thought of you, and his dick feels so much better when he strokes it with the hand you cut into.
Luke intentionally took this class, just to get more involved with your life from a distance—he didn't expect to actually interact with you, at least not yet. But it seems the stars have aligned in his favor yet again~
"Please take a seat next to your partners. these will be your new seats until we finish the project." The teacher bellows
Your heart drops, looking over your shoulder at him again, his expression changed—it makes you feel so much worse.
could he at least try not to seem excited?
a swarm of students then blind you. you're pretty sure nobody was sitting next to him, makes sense he has no friends. You slowly stand up from your seat, hesitantly making your way towards the back corner of the classroom. Each step you take is more nerve-wracking than the last, you could swear the world was crumbling under your feet—with the way you had trouble walking.
what kind of teacher even assigns seats in college?! You mentally cuss out your teacher.
after what feels like an eternity of mental gymnastics, you finally make it to the seat next to him. You know there's nothing you can do now, so you just pray that he's at least a little bit normal... you finally turn your gaze towards him, and to your surprise, he's just looking at the teacher as he talks, not batting an eye at your presence. You almost let out a sigh as your muscles relax, fortunately catching yourself before causing a scene, and take the chance to get a good look at the guy. The dim lighting of your basement wasn't doing him any favors, and the fluorescent lights of your college classroom doesn't help either, but he isn't that Bad looking all in all. He had an adorable yet mysterious demeanor about him; his facial features were cute, but the way he acted was unusual, he's quiet and shy—which you appreciate of course. you notice the scar on his face
oh fuck. that was 'cause of me wasn't it.
The cut didn't look Bad on him though, it kind of suited him. You feel your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of kissing him and everything that happened that night. why did it have to be a cute guy who you tortured? even though.. somehow he's more attractive beaten up and bruised.
"…class is dismissed."
You quickly stand up, wanting to avoid any confrontation, but it's too late. As you walk away, you feel a hand grip your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around and see Luke staring you down. You shake off his hand and cross your arms.
"yes?.." you mutter.
"Uh, can i get your number?" he stares at you blankly for a moment until he notices how your face contorts in disgust, "Ah—it's so we can communicate for the project.. i won't bother you..." his voice shakes, he seems more scared than you, which gives you some comfort, turns out he's learned his lesson! although unbeknownst to you, it's the opposite. he's so fucking excited, the moment he smelt your perfume once you sat next to him he was immediately bricked…he just can't risk fucking up now.
"...alright, My number is (xxx)-xxx-xxxx"
ding!
you receive a notification from a random number, you assume that's him.
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: yo
"thanks.. see ya." he rushes out the classroom, leaving you in disbelief. this is so wrong.
After a long and grueling schoolday you finally return home and make time to go through your socials..but your precious alone time is ruined when a certain someone texts you.
luke: what were u thinking we should do for the project
oh my god bruh
you: i was thinking we could split up the work cus we'll finish quicker that way
luke: good idea
uh
you: ?
what is it
luke: can we meet up tmrw
you: k
come to my house at 7 pm
luke: uh
you: you already know where i live
luke: yeah.. ok
as afraid of your home intruder as you are, he's not all that intimidating once you see him out in daylight, and hes already been in your house before, more so be tortured in it.
You put on a cute outfit you picked out the day before, you even ironed it. Youre unsure why you want to impress the guy so much, but every time you think of him your stomach twists—you don't know if it's in disgust or attraction, all you know is the thought of him seeing you look like a slob sends shivers down your spine, so it's better to just look nice. Finally, you hear a knock at the door. You take a quick look in the mirror before opening the door. he stands there starstruck for a moment before coming in, he looks you up and down, blood already starts to rush up to his cheeks, he doesn't know if he'll make it through tonight without bursting. Alas, he follows you to your room. His heart feels like it's about to burst out of his chest, he's seen your room from your window many times—but it's so much different to stand in it, to smell it. his eyes dart around your room almost anxiously, storing every detail of it in his mind.
"so.." you break the silence, and he quickly looks over at you, batting his lashes for a moment before swallowing his nerves.
"uh-sorry, where should i sit?"
hes actually more polite and soft-spoken than you thought.
"just come sit on my bed with me, it's big enough for the both of us."
his eyes widen before he regains his composure.
"sure."
You both get to working on the project separately on your laptops, but you can't shake off what's on your mind..
"im sorry to ask this but.. can we talk about.. you know."
the room is silent for a minute, he looks like he's trying to come up with something to say, but resorts to:
"I don't know what youre talking about."
You clench your fists. he just turns back to his computer, the room echos with sounds of a clacking keyboard.
seriously?!!
"oh, im sure you do." you grab his face and force him to face you, stopping him in his tracks, "how else would you have gotten this?"
You slide your finger across the scar on his face, his breath hitches.
"..what even is there to talk about?" he swats your hand away, the contact makes his mouth dry and stomach swirl—but he can't let you know that. if you knew how obsessed he was, you'd for sure make him leave.
you scoff at his actions, he's not so polite anymore. looks can be deceiving.
"are you serious? You broke into my fucking house!"
you try to make eye contact with him, but he refuses to look at you, even when you move your head in front of his face; he just turns the other way. you let out a sharp exhale, and lean back against the headboard, crossing your arms.
"Youre not gonna look at me? remember where that got you last time?" you hiss, clicking your tongue. his ears turn red, excitement building up in his core.
"let's just get back to work—"
"then you ended up all pathetic and weak for me on the ground, you remember that? your raging boner?" you spit, animosity clear in your tone. Youre starting to get sick of his shit.
"AND you lied to me! you're not some spy youre just a random guy that goes to the same college as me! lying about something that dumb is some weird shit."
The excitement in his core churns into something else... he clears his suddenly dry throat.
"j-just shut up [your name]." he growls, trying to defend himself—but it's weak.
"oh but you don't really mean that do you? Youre probably getting off on this! You perv!" you reach over to prove your point, and slam your hand on his lap. there it was, his boner. again. He lets out a strangled whine at how hard you slapped it.
"Youre such a—hng—bitch!" he chokes out, his face is almost completely red now, his head instinctively hangs lower, trying not to make eye contact with you. This isn't good, he didn't expect you to confront him.
"what? you don't like it anymore?" your hand rests on his lap, massaging his bulge through his jeans, "or are you too ashamed to admit that you broke into my house just to be a masochistic slut?" you whisper into his ear like a devil on his shoulder. his chest heaves as he holds in his whimpers, this feels wrong—for once in his life, it doesn't feel good to be humiliated, and you know that's exactly what he's thinking. But he likes your touch too much to pull away. the way you lick the shell of his ear as you degrade him sends chills down his spine, he's never felt as turned on and shameful as he does now. Your words hurt, they hurt him bad. you're the one thing in his life that gives him pleasure, and hearing that tone in your voice, that disgust, makes him want to puke.
"Youre not even gonna apologize to me? You know how much shit i went through after you scared me? just for a kick? you're a real creep."
"i-im sorry..." tears prick the corners of his eyes now. He's never considered himself emotional, but this is all too much—he's feeling too much all at once, and he feels helpless, nasty, worthless, and so excited. Hearing the sadness in his voice only spurs you on though. His lip trembles as you chuckle.
"You want me to accept that weak ass apology? you're such a loser. words are useless, prove to me that youre really sorry."
he feels feverish as you increase the pace of your rubbing, his hips jerking up into your hand. tears start to fall down his face. small "i'm sorry"'s and "please forgive me"'s spill from his lips as he sobs, occasionally letting out choked moans. He's fully succumbed to his emotions now, you feel prouder and more turned on, than ever. you use your other hand to wipe a couple tears from his face, and he turns to you, nose and cheeks adorably flushed pink. He looks nothing like that creep you once thought he was, i guess he's really sensitive when it comes to you. your thumb presses hard over his tip, his jeans turn a darker shade of blue from the pre-cum leaking out. The gnawing pressure of your thumb making more blood rush straight to his dick. he throws his head back and wails loudly, voice shaky as he pants.
"Youre not gonna cum in my bed now either, are you? maybe you don't even deserve to be touched like this."
"hah~p-please.. mommy..hic! I'm sorry" he puffs. Your ears turn red
mommy?!
"i..i said you have to prove it didn't i?" you smile. even though fat tears roll down his face, you know he adores the anguish.
Hes determined to make you forgive him now. He leans over, planting kisses along your neck with growing desperation.
"i'll make—hic! you feel so good..." he licks at your neck, making you shiver. His hand creeps up to your breast to subtly feel you up. He can't believe he's actually touching you like this. it's like a dream came true. his hand trails down your stomach to your sex, feeling your wetness through thin fabric. You can't help but shudder at his movements. He repositions himself in between your legs, his lips never leaving your neck. You can feel tears drip onto the already wet patches he left on your skin, and it gives you goosebumps; to know that you have this much power of his emotions. He hurriedly pulls down your pants and panties in one swift movement, letting your wetness be exposed to the cold air.
"L-Luke! what are you doing?"
"making it up to you." he sniffles, shifting himself downward. he rubs his nose into your clit, the contact lighting your core on fire. he takes a deep breath, his cheeks flush pink, and he almost sobs at your scent.
"Youre so perfect." he mutters into your hole, the vibrations making you whine.
without any warning, his tongue slides against your clit. he laps up your essence with fervor, causing your chest to heave.
"Fuck! luke!"
a tear rolls down his cheek as you call out his name, he wants to make you feel as good as possible, hear you say his name so sweetly again. He sucks on your bud, kissing and licking it like he's deathly ill and your liquid is the only cure. Your moans get louder as he sticks his tongue into your hole, and his hands come up to massage your thighs, spreading you open for more. he can't get enough of your sweet noises and nectar.
You grab a fistful of his hair as he pushes his face deeper into your pussy, he can't help but hump the bed once he feels the aching strain on his scalp—he is a masochist after all. He lets out a loud moan against your clit, and the vibrations send you off the edge.
"Luke..i-im! ugh!" Your whole body stiffens as you cum all over his face, throwing your head back in pleasure as your thighs clamp against his head painfully. he laps up your juices, not leaving a singular drop left. he slowly pushes himself up. the sight of his tear stained face, and his now slick nose, chin, and mouth, almost pushes you to a second orgasm. he's so fucking hot when he's desperate for you.
"... do you forgive me?" he chokes on his words, tears start to well up in his eyes again. You place your hand on the back of his head and gently push him forward so it rests on your chest. his arms come up to snake around your waist.
"I guess."
hi guys pls feel free to imagine luke as any character you want!! and tysm for reading!! pls give me ideas on what to do with this guy next! 😋
PSA: this is a work of fiction. pls do not attempt to do anything mentioned unless both parties consent and are mentally stable, consent is very attractive. and yall if You suspect someone is stalking You please call the police or tell someone You trust. life is not a fanfic unfortunately 😅 stay safe - peach <3
Making them repeat back to you the degrading things you're calling them 'what are you, huh baby, are you a dirty little slut, are you my whore baby, go on baby tell me what you are'
'oh god, I'm your slut, yeah, please- fuck I'm your dirty whore'
Do this whilst ur thrusting into them, it's the best way to make their brain melt, trust me
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